A Wife's Experience

It was not yet 1030am and Ellen Settson sat in her big easy chair in her living room and sipped a fresh Pepsi from the can. Usually, no one sat in the living room except on occasion when special guests had arrived but Ellen was home alone and, it had now become her usual habit, she sat in the forbidden room where she enjoyed her rebellion.

She had made the rule when the kids were young and all were forbidden except on special occasions - a rule that had never been broken except by Ellen. As she sat, she thought.

She had arisen with her husband, Arne, at 5:30 hours as usual, donned her robe, gone to the kitchen and made coffee, back to her bedroom where she did her morning ablutions before going to make breakfast for Arne and the kids. Then, she saw the kids off to school, Arne off to work, cleaned the kitchen, made the beds, cleaned the house and her days work was finished. She realized, with satisfaction, that she had become extremely efficient in her life.

As she sat, she thought about her life and what it'd become. She'd married young, right out of high school, and Arne, her husband had been a good choice. Arne had been her only boy friend prior to their getting married and, like her, he'd been a virgin. They'd learned about love together . . . and learned it well, she thought!

Of course, they had both been sensitive, caring people when they'd met and their life had simply developed from there. By the time their oldest child came, they'd developed into what she was sure were competent lovers, able to bring out the best in each other. Of course, having been a virgin when they were married, she really had no basis for comparison.

As she sat in her chair, Ellen thought about their previous evening. It'd been a while sine she and Arne had fucked. . . she was a bit in need of sex when he had arrived home from work and apparently so had he. Their eyes met and she was sure.

As they dined together, Arne and Ellen's eyes had met frequently and conveyed an urgent message. . .I want you! . . . I need you!

Then, increasingly frustrated, they'd helped their kids with homework before seeing them to bed and to sleep. She remembered the intimate signals that had passed between them as they helped their kids. . . . Then, they were alone in their own master bedroom.

They had kissed, as they had hundreds of times before and their hands were busy exploring each other. The hands had traveled old familiar routes over each other's bodies in their own intimate manner. It had been good. . .

They did not speak as they undressed for bed after which they moved to opposite sides of the bed and pulled the covers off to expose the clean, white sheets. Something they'd done almost automatically after so many similar moves; yet, it had been good .

Then, as Ellen had laid on her back and spread her legs, Arne had moved between them so that his face was just inches from her waiting pussy. There, he hesitated as he familiarized himself with this familiar vagina and groin. The odor was familiar.

Suddenly, Arne's thumbs had parted her labia and his tongue had passed between them. Soon, Ellen writhed in pleasure as Arne's tongue and lips brought her passions to new heights. It had been good. . . .

Then, Ellen had moved to a 69 position and took his hard cock into her mouth. It was a familiar move that she loved as she felt the power she was exerting over Arne. The'd sucked and licked and kissed each other's sex parts for some time when She had decided that she'd needed a cock in her. She moved.

Seconds later, she was back on her back on the bed and Arne had moved up between her widely splayed legs and over her where he'd simply inserted his cock into her waiting pussy and pushed. It'd been good.

Even though they'd fucked hundreds of times, Ellen never tired of it. Each time it had aroused new, exotic and erotic feelings that she'd never felt before. Each time, she'd participated eagerly in the coitus as they'd work together for their mutual enjoyment. It'd been good. . .

She remembered the fantastic orgasms that she'd enjoyed tye most sensational event that she'd ever known. They were good. . . .

Then, as she sipped her Pepsi, she wondered, 'Were they really good or was their sex just better than they'd anticipated. She'd hear women talk at meetings and social gatherings, about sexual adventures that seemed so much more exciting!' Then, she wondered if she was missing anything.

She had wondered if they were really having good sex or was there more. In fact, she'd wondered about that often lately. Recently, Rita Langley had told of an orgasm so powerful that she'd passed out from the effects of the passion involved. . . not once but twice, she reported spectacular sex. . . Ellen wondered. . .

Even as Arne had brought her flowers and taken her out for date nights, she sensed that their love life had grown stale.

Having finished her Pepsi, she arose and went to her bathroom to prepare for her bath and dressing. This was her part of the day. . . hers alone to enjoy! She drew water for her bath as she lay out her clean lingerie and prepared her soap and essence for her bath. Then, having all in order, she stepped into the warm bath and submerged herself to her neck level. There, she relaxed.

Slowly, her body became accustomed to the hot water and she felt calm and relaxed! As she relaxed, her hands moved inadvertently over her body in a caressing manner. When they reached her breasts and nipples hey worked their wonders as she felt the exquisite pleasure the generated. Soon her hands had moved to her labia where they soon found her vestibule and her vagina where they soon generated more pleasure. She moved slowly, enjoying each sensation. When her fingers entered her vagina, she felt the old familiar sensations again. . .

She was suddenly hot and horny . . . a good feeling that would soon be dispelled by he events of the day!

At noon, she had left the bath and dried herself when he doorbell rang. She donned bra and panties and her big bathrobe before going to answer the door.

There, she faced the computer repairman who had made an appointment to come and repair the household computer at noon. Soon, she had directed the repairman to the computer and stood watching as he worked.

As she watched, she took note of the repairman. Young, probably 25! Sexy as hell! Probably single! It was then that the idea struck her. . . he undoubtedly was a man with a lot of experience! Why not try to seduce him and find out?

Having entertained the idea and flirted with the young fellow, she felt the power she had . . . Why not? She asked herself. She could get a real fucking. . . .find out what she was missing! Even as she was telling herself that she would be breaking her marriage vows and endangering her relations with her home and family, she continued to flirt with the young man.

'Got a girl friend?' Elen asked. The man answered, 'No.'

'I'll bet you play around a lot then'

'Why do you say that?'

'Well, a hot stud like you would please any woman'

Then, the repair work required the man's attention and Ellen went to her kitchen.

A few minutes later, the repairman reported that the computer was fixed and, as he went to the kitchen to collect his pay, he saw Ellen standing at her counter with his back to her. He moved silently to her and put his arms around her waist, drew her to him, and kissed her on the neck. 'Wanta' play?' he asked.

As she felt his amorous advances, Ellen realized that she had invited them earlier and then moved to the kitchen without having clearly decided whether she was simply enticing the lad or she wanted to experience his cock in her. She turned from the sink to explain and was met by his lips which kissed hers and offered so much.

Ellen cleared her mind to relax her nerves as the kiss continued. It was when his tongue begged admittance to her mouth that she realized she had to make a decision!

She must stop him immediately or she would be fucked - there was simply no alternative!

As she fumbled with the decision, her mouth inadvertently opened and she was involved in a deep soul kiss. She must stop this immediately. . . .

Then, her mind began to reason again. Why stop this; no one would ever know. She'd finally get the answer to her question. It'd be a one-time thing! She pressed her body to the man's and responded to his kiss. As the miss ended, she took the young man by the hand and led him to their guest bedroom.

There, she lost her shoes and proceeded to unbutton the man's shirt. Suddenly, she was excited and she was hot!

Then, she saw the man casually drop his clothes to the floor and stand before her naked - his boner standing straight up. He was supposed to be bringing her new pleasures; not just standing there. Then, she thought, 'Well, maybe that's the way it's done in the rest of the world.' She was so uninformed.

Then, she dropped her robe and released her bra and panties as the man came to her. He kissed her - a heavy kiss that conveyed nothing. His hands moved to her ass where they drew her against his cock and trapped it between their bellies. She felt his warmth and moved to accept it.

When the man pushed her roughly on to the bed. she accepted it even though it was not what she'd expected. Then, with her on the bed, he lay beside her and put his hand on her groin where he pushed two fingers into her vagina while still dry. It hurt!

Suddenly, she realized, it was her fault. She didn't provide proper lubrications. Perhaps, if he tried again. . . . She encouraged him. . . .

Failing to get his two fingers lubricated, the man simply moved over her and lay on her belly. Then, belly to belly, he moved to insert his cock into her. She wasn't ready. . . .

Somehow, she was missing the whole point. . . .

Then, the man proceeded to kiss her - a deep soul kiss and one to excite her. She felt her body go wet. . . The man's cock slid into her - to it's deepest extension. There was no thrill . . . no sensations emanating from her groin. She felt nothing save for the flesh on flesh. Surely there must be more, she thought.

Then, the coitus began and Ellen felt the first sensations of pleasure. Finally, she was going to find out the answer to her question. she tried to move with the young man - but to no avail.

Minutes passed and the pleasure began to mount. Perhaps this would provide her with the answers she sought.

Suddenly the young man shouted, 'I'm gonna' cum. Take it all bitch.'

Then, it was over as the man pulled off her and began to put on his clothes.

Ellen lay in stunned silence. She had betrayed her family and broken her marriage vows. The sex had been bad. . . worse than she had ever considered! She must lie and deceive her family. She hated herself. . . .

After only a few minutes, she arose from the bed, went to her shower and cleaned herself with care to especially clean her intimate places. She had to remove any trace of the man's odor which seemed to pervade her robe and lingerie. Moving efficiently now, she washed her robe and clothing and dried them as she changed the linens in the spare bedroom and remade the bed.

When the kids arrived from school at three, everything at the house was back to it's usual.

There was no evidence of Ellen's afternoon tryst anywhere. . . .

That night, when Ellen's eyes met Arne's she expected the usual flirting but she saw nothing. They completed the evening as usual and Ellen tried again to flirt with her husband but there was no response. She worried! He couldn't possibly know!

Still, he wasn't acting normally! She continued to worry as she perceived Arne to be distant from her; yet, he couldn't possibly know of her encounter.. Perhaps with time, she thought!

Next night, the gap between husband and wife remained. Much as Ellen tried, she simply couldn't seem to reach Arne and they went to bed separated by an invisible gulf.
Ellen lay restless. . . Somehow, he knew, she thought!

Next evening, Arne brought her flowers and was especially attentive but Ellen was still aware of a gap between them. . . all was not right. She regretted her tryst more by the minute. . . .How could Arrne know?

Weeks passed as the marriage sputtered along and Arne and Ellen began t lead separate lives. Even as Arne continued to bring her flowers and be especially attentive, they grew apart. Arne took up golf . . .

Ellen worried as she sought ways to patch up the gulf between her and Arne; the marriage was surely headed for failure. It was her fault. She should have been more careful. She should never have engaged in that tryst. She chided herself!

It was the afternoon, when the kids came from school that they found her, Ellen, sitting in the living room chair, non-responsive, and called a neighbor who, seeing the situation, called an ambulance.

Next morning, when Ellen awoke, she lay in a hospital bed, heavily sedated and barely able to recognize Arne and the kids. She lay idle, apparently unable to move, and her mind could not concentrate. When Arne kissed her, she was unable to respond.

For the next several days, Ellen lay alone in her bed, without visitors except for the psychiatrist who came several times a day and filled her with endless questions to which she answered truthfully and without reservations.

Soon, the psychiatrist. knew her complete story and he began to talk in an exchange of ideas. After just a week of treatment, the psyc doctor had convinced her she wasn't a common whore but a beautiful, intelligent and moral wife, mother and homemaker who made a mistake. She was sitting up in a chair and feeling well when she received her first visitor - her husband!

Soon, she saw her kids and they were a family. It was then that the visitors were advised to go as she needed her rest! The family visit had been good. She was comfortable with their meeting.

Another week passed and Ellen was up, walking, enjoying the surrounding gardens and outdoors as she felt better than she had in a long time. She met daily with the psychiatrist now! Her kids no longer came to see her. Her husban played golf two venings and was unable to come!

So it was that they sat on the patio of the hospital and the psych-doctor started his usual range of questions and the talk began.

After a few moments, the doctor siaid, 'You're ready to go home but your problem isn't resolved. Don't you think that you should relieve your guilt by telling your husband all about that tryst and starting to rebuild your life from there.'

'But, if I tell him, he'll divorce me and I've lost him and my family forever.'

'Appears that you've already lost them to me.'

Ellen thought. 'Sounds like you're right. So, how do I go about telling him?' she said.

'First, you tell him that you love him and that you're sorry for what you're about to tell him. Then, tell him! \. Leave out nothing. Tell him your feelings at the time and be truthful - he'll know!'

So it was that Ellen sat on the same patio, the next even ing and Elen told Are exactly what had transpired on the night of the tryst - leaving out nothing, and begging is forgiveness. She cried in spite of her determination not to. She hated herself for what she'd done!

Then, suddenly, it was as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her. Her mind functioned perfectly and life was again worth living. She sat motionless, waiting for Arne's reaction.