I picked up Jesse from the airport when he returned from his latest trip to Brussels and Madrid. I'd held off eating so we could have a late dinner at home together. It was simple. Tortellini with a marinara sauce I had prepared that afternoon. And of course, a nice bottle of chianti to honor his success in Spain.
And when we were done, I gave him my sweetest come hither flirt. He pushed back his chair and I sat across his lap. Everything was going to move slowly and we kissed for maybe five minutes, not just on our lips but on our eyes and our cheeks and earlobes and necks - Jesse never seemed to enjoy French kissing - before anybody touched anything else. I could feel my favorite hard cock against the side of my leg.
Finally, his hand wandered over my chest. I'd slipped off my bra on a trip to the bathroom and the bump of my nipples under my blouse had grown exponentially. We both murmured appreciatively, "Mmm, you should never wear a bra again," he said. The state of my arousal was even more obvious when Jesse reached under my skirt and touched my damp panties. I rubbed my leg up and down against his cock as he began rubbing my panties.
And when it was time to move to the bedroom, he picked me up and carried me, kicking and squealing down the hall. He does that a lot. He pretends I only weigh the 115 pounds I weighed as a new bride and I pretend to be frightened. In any case, I'm impressed with his strength and power over me.
Our foreplay lasted almost an hour before coitus. We both love oral sex and that time was no exception. The fact that we came in each other's mouths during 69 definitely delayed our conclusion. I needed time to get wet again and he needed time to get hard again. But the wait was worth it. It was physically round 2 for him and our ecstasy seemed to last an eternity.
We lay next to each other cuddling until I brought up the subject that had been on my mind since the MacDowells had called earlier in the week.
"Flynn and Darcy invited us to come over when you got back."
"OK, sure," he answered with his head on the pillow.
"Thing is, I think they're going to suggest we try swinging."
"Huh? You mean like wife swapping?"
"Well ... Yes. But we don't have to do it."
"Uh huh?"
"Well, it's just there's something else I wanted to bring up. I don't know how to say it more gently, but ... well ... I'm pretty sure you have been with other women in Europe. I found piece of a condom wrapper in the dryer after one of your trips last year."
He immediately pushed himself up off the pillow, "I, I ...," he started to speak.
"Shush. There's more."
"OH?"
"I haven't been faithful either."
"Oh my. Oh my. Oh my."
"Yes." By now, we were both sitting on the sheets with our feet on the floor.
A long pause while Jesse ruminated everything. Then, "The babies?"
"They are yours. No doubt about that." Our #2, little Charlie, was just beginning to walk..
"Oh. OK. ... I get so lonely when I'm away," he started to explain.
"Someone special over there?" I asked, bringing up the only real fear I had about all this.
"There's a woman. A few times. But she loves her husband just as I love you," Jesse revealed.
I decided it was my turn. "You remember that reunion. Things got out of control the second night. Kind of an orgy. Wine. Pot. At Darcy and Flynn's."
"And that guy Mason?"
"Yes. Him too. After. ... And before." I hadn't realized how obvious we had been.
"In his hotel?"
"In his car first. You hadn't left." Then, "After the orgy he came here."
"In the living room?"
"Yes, and other places," I knew where this was going.
"And here?" meaning our bed,
"Yes. I'm so sorry," long pause, "I had to use Plan B."
"Oh my God!! ... Are we still OK? ... You and me???"
"Oh yes, Jesse. I love you so much. I'm so sorry."
"I'm sorry, too. I love you, Becca. You know that don't you?" I nodded, somewhat shaken and starting to cry, despite bringing this conversation on myself.
"Look," brushing away my tears, "maybe all we've learned is," more sobs, "uh, well, how do i say this?"
Jesse rescued me, "maybe we just have needs, you know."
"Well, yes, but you are everything I need. ... Or so I thought," I added.
"Yeah, sure, but maybe for sex, you know," he had a tear on his cheek.
I finally got the explanation I had rehearsed to crawl out of my mouth, "Maybe. Maybe we should just admit that we want some variety. And when we're apart," my voice trailed off.
"Maybe. Maybe it's just OK. ... Don't you think?" he responded.
So we agreed to visit Flynn and Darcy and take them up on their offer. But I was terrified. It's one thing to have a fling when hubby isn't around, or to realize he's doing the same. But to watch each other, wow. "I donno," I told myself.
"I love you."
"I love you, too," and soon that magnificent cock was stoking my insides again.