[lactatingdog]

I like being shared. I like it when my husband introduces me to a likely partner and I like it when I meet someone during the course of a normal housewife day. My husband enjoys my extramarital exploits as much as I do. He was the one who first ventured sharing as a solution to my boredom with sex and my overwhelming sense of having no sex appeal. I was wanting sex less and less. I was unhappy with how i looked. I was not trying to be sexy, neither for my self or for my husband. I would see sexy people and feel a pang of envy. I saw a woman in Whole Foods, one day, who was shopping with a handsome man, and she looked so happy. PANG! of envy. My husband was daily inquiring what did I want, what did I need. I knew it was something more than being mom, wife, house keeper, cook. I loved being all of that, but i was wanting something more.

One day, kids in school, husband at work, I went for a walk. I really needed the walk, being a little pudgy. I was not really making a big effort and when I got down to the waterfront, I parked my butt on a bench and watched the pelicans, seagulls and boats sailing about. There were several young military men walking about in their gym shorts and tee shirts. They had finished a 10K run through the bay front. One, a rosy cheeked redhead about 19 or 20, came over to my bench and sat down. We began talking. He told me he was from Milton IA and he was going to school to be a Navy radar operator/traffic controller. He talked to me long after all of the other sailors had left. He was working up courage to ask me out. I could see it and I was so flattered. I had to be almost twice his age. I was 36 at the time. He finally asked me to a dinner and a movie. I felt thrilled and I really wanted to say yes. But I said I was married and I couldn't. I said I thought he was attractive and I would go out if I could. He said he understood and thanked me for talking to him. He then gave me a sales receipt with his number written on it. He said if I ever wanted to just hang out and talk again, he would love to do it. That encounter made my whole day.

When my husband got home, we had the usual routine. Talk about the day in the kitchen while i began supper. The kids trickled in from school and I yelled for them to start their homework. We had an almost family dinner, oldest daughter took her plate upstairs to eat while she "did her homework". The homework was most likely
a call to her boyfriend. Then clean up and television. Instead of sitting on the couch like I normally did, I cuddled with my husband in the big chair. My husband was in a really loving happy mood, which was not common lately.

When we were in bed, my husband asked me what got into me. I said what do you mean. He said you are so bouncy, cheery and lovable tonight, not so with drawn. I was surprised that he thought I was with drawn. We talked. He told me that I almost never talked to him except about the kids, the house, school, etc. I was kind, but I was kind of withdrawn and uncommunicative on a personal level. I had not responded, in a positive way, to any compliments in a long time. I said you don't give me any. He said I gave up. I said we have not had sex in a long time. He said I gave up. I had said no so many times, he could not bear to ask me again and hear another no. He did want to know why I was so different tonight. I asked if I had been so unpleasant and he said not unpleasant, just not into making love, cuddling, intimate conversations. I had not told him I love him in over a year. So, he asked, what's different.

Of course, I knew the reason was I had been flattered and excited by the attention of the young sailor. So, I told my husband what had happened and how it made me feel. I told him how I would have loved to gone out with him and that I had told him so. This confession took my husband by surprise, but he was not angry. We talked for a couple of hours. I told him how felt like I was withering, fading, no longer sexy. I was getting chubby, if not fat. I felt lonely, some times, especially when I would see a really happy woman with her man. I could see she felt sexy and I wanted to feel like that again. I just could not see a way to do so. I was so full of self pity.

My husband did not blame me and himself for the situation i felt I was in. He said it was just the way things work out. It was just the way life has a way of falling into routines and everything becomes common place and no longer exciting. He suggested the place to start changing things was getting back into shape. He said we could both need a bit of a tune up. He said we both need to exercise. and do it together. He said I needed to buy a sexy outfit and make sure it is too small. That way, I have a specific goal to work towards.

That night, we had sex and it was great. I must admit, I was fantasizing about the redhead sailor the whole time. A couple nights later, while talking in bed again, I told my husband i fantasized about the sailor when we had sex. He said that was cool. He sometimes fantasized about Halle Berry. So that night, the fantasy became verbal. We talked about how exciting it would be if Red was in bed with me and he was doing the things my husband was doing to me. I had a huge orgasm. It was like when I was first dating and I had sex with a boy that knew what he was doing. You know, that all worked up, hot hot hot, need to cum. And when you did, it was so so wonderful.

My husband got me exercising and walking every day. Soon i fit into a sexy dress that I had bought. I got a new hair style and started using make up again. My husband got me going to a spa. Mud and cucumbers and all that. I felt sexier and sexier. Sex with my husband was more often and I was having really nice orgasms. One day he said he had a surprise for me. It was tickets for a nude cruise. I did not think I was ready for that, but we went and it was awesome. I loved looking and being looked at. There were a lot of older couples and quite a few our age. I had to admit i was checking out cocks. I kept looking for some one having a boner. After that, my husband took me to a nude beach and then to a sauna that had "naked fridays". I was really comfortable being nude in public and I liked it when a man really noticed me. It made me feel sexy and horny.

The sex play with "Red" continued in our lovemaking. My husband said i really would get hot when he talked about me having sex with Red. I said it did make my hot as hell. He asked me if I ever thought about having sex with for real. I admitted I had often thought about it. He asked my why I have not done it. I told him I did not want anything to happen that would harm our relationship. He asked if I knew that nothing adverse would happen to our relationship if I had sex with Red, would I be interested in doing so. I said yes. I said i would need assurances that it would not become a problem. My husband said he thought a way to ensure that I would remain feeling sexy and want to continue to have a lot of sex would be for me to have sex with another man, occasionally. He said that the idea of me having sex with another man has started turning him on. We agreed that I should have sex with some one as soon as practical.

I told my husband Red had given me his number. My husband said call him. It was about 10 at night and it had been months since i had received the number. I wasn't sure he would remember me. I called him. He said he was excited to hear from me and yes he would love to take me out. after the phone call was over, I looked at my husband and told him I really, really loved him at that moment.

Red, whose name was really Jeff and I would have known that if I had looked at the name and number on the slip of paper he gave me, made plans for Sunday night. I was worried that if I went to the movie with Jeff, I might run into my daughter who would be out with her boyfriend. Sunday night she has to be home by nine, because school is the next day. So, I left home about 7 to pick up Jeff, telling the two younger kids I was going to see a friend and I would be back later and not to worry. Jeff and I went to a movie and had pizza afterwards. I took him back to base and he wanted to kiss. I said ok, i would like that. I felt like a school girl. It was a very nice kiss. And then we kissed again and again. Some time during those kisses, he had slipped his hand into my bra and I was just melting. But I knew I wasn't ready yet, so I said good night and we made plans for another date. We went out three more times before we had sex. I got a motel room and instead of going to the movie, we went to the motel. the sex was wonderful. I had to teach him how to please me and he followed instruction beautifully. I was now committed to having extramarital sex. I knew this was something that I wanted to do and often. due to space requirements i have to finish this in a part II