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A navigating woman.

How an affair saved my marriage.

This is a true story, along time ago. This was the first and last time I had someone other than my wife.

My daughter was born about 4 months before this took place. My wife took a 6-month leave from her work to “bond with the child”, but almost every waking moment she was with the child. So, in effect, she “un-bonded” with me, by being “too tired” or “no, I am still sore down there”, etc., etc. Time to get out the old Playboys and Hustler magazines I have hidden.

Myself: 5-7, 145, 5 1/2 to 6″, I was not muscular, but not skinny either. One word description: average. I did not stand out in a crowd. I wore glasses.

I was active in a boating safety organization and am a Merchant Marine licensed Master Captain. In our boating safety class, we had about 50, a mix of couples and men. However, there was one single woman, I guessed, in her 30s, who was small and short, like 5′, maybe 90#, very cute, brunet pixie hair-do collar length, seemed to be in good shape, but very small chest, as in teacup size. However, the rest of her was what women are supposed to look like. (Today, this would be called a size 0.) As my daytime job as a technologist, I would say nothing there more than what was necessary.

I had finished the class on boat handling, and was putting away the materials when she walked in. She walked up to me and said her car broke down, but she needed this course and class for a job operating a local “scenic tour boat” (A 6 passenger, pontoon boat on a local private lake). I said, “let me put this stuff away and I think I could catch you up”.

I went over the previous lessons homework, and touched the high points of my lecture, and she asked the right questions showing she did read over that chapter. I said to “read it again and do the homework, and I will see you next week.”

She said “Thank you. You are a nice guy. Can I pay you?”

“Not necessary. I enjoy teaching and when students want to learn, so much more so.”

Next week was the navigation and piloting class, in which had actual paper chart work done. She was absent. Next day I called her and she said that she still had car problems. I said you should have called me as I go down that main road near you and could have picked you up. She said, “are you busy Saturday afternoon?” “No”

“Here’s my address and can you come and teach me, as the job starts in two weeks?” I checked my schedule and said OK.

I got there after noon, and had all my lesson stuff. I gave an abbreviated lecture, which she seemed to follow and we did the chart work. Her part was perfect. She got out some soft drinks and we talked. She was 35, and was a hospital nurse for 12 years. Along the way, her husband divorced her, and she went into a rut. She gained a lot of weight (read– fat), got an attitude and because of the two; she only had 12 dates in the last 3 years. She decided to re-invent herself, lost the weight and the attitude. She quit her job. She said the stress from nursing, was unbearable so that’s why she wanted to operate a boat, which paid 1/2 of what she was making.

I said I was in electro-mechanical engineering, so teaching boating safety and my sense of humor, was my escape valve. We talked some more and she said, “I have a tinge in my lower back, would you mind massaging it. I will instruct you.” “OK”

As she lay down on her couch she took off her tee shirt and was bra-less, however, as said before, not much there anyway. She could not be arrested for indecent exposure; lack of evidence. I straddled her with me on my knees over her thighs. She directed me to her lower back and to the area needing it. I worked gerze escort the muscles up and down and she started to purr. She said follow that muscle down further. So I went to the top of her shorts, “Daisy Dukes” denim. “Lower” “I cant, shorts start there.” She pushed her but up, and took down the zipper, and pushed them down a bit. I worked her upper Glutes and she purred louder. She pushed them down now until they were below that tight little ass, and without panties, I could see her pussy, as it was wet and dripping, and the sex smell,.

I said “Are you sure that a massage is all you want?”

“I like you, your a very nice guy, you did not make remarks about my small chest, or come on to me. If you want me, I am yours”

“I am married, and intend to stay so.”

“This stays between us. I don’t want to break up your marriage; I just want some loving. Sort of why buy the bull when all I want is the sausage.”

I reached down and put my finger into her pussy, and rubbed up and down for a bit. She got wetter. I said “What the hell.” and took her shorts completely off. She turned around and put her hand over my now hard dick, thru my pants, and said “I’ll take that as a yes.”

She unsnapped the top, took my pants and boxers down and I kicked them off. I kicked off my loafers, and very shortly we both were naked. She was on the couch and since her apartment was a one-room studio style, the bed was close to us. I picked her up in my arms and laid her on the bed. (I am not a 6-pack abs, 200# of muscle; but she was 90# and easily carried). I started tongue kissing her, and worked my way down to her tits. I sucked on them and her purring got louder. I worked my way to her love tunnel, and licked the slit up and down without putting my tongue in. She lifted her head and said, “What are you doing. I’ve never had that before but I approve. Feels wonderful.”

“This is called “oral”, I learned it from an older woman when I was 19 as a way to please a woman.”

She said, “It works. Most guys do missionary, 5 minutes, cum, zip up and go home.”

“That’s why I do this. If the woman is satisfied, than I am.”

At that time I went after her clit. I licked it, and sucked on it when it engorged. Then, went into her pussy with my fingers, feeling for her “G” spot. I knew I found it when she screeched, had a stream of her love juice erupt, and she said “Ohhhh, Gaaaaawwwwddd.” She was breathing heavily and it took a minute for her to catch her breath. Then she said, “I am no virgin, but this is the first time I have had such a big orgasm. In fact it’s the first time having one before the guy put in his dick.”

“I aim to please, ma’am.”

She now said “I can’t stand the suspense; I want you in me, NOW. And it’s OK for you to cum in me.”

I moved in position and she grabbed my dick to line it up. As it touched the love tunnel, she up-thrust and I pushed it in. Because she was so wet, it went all the way in, balls to the wall and she screeched and said “That’s what I want. Do me.” She was meeting my stokes by pushing up to me. To me this was sex at its best. We went at it for 2 more of her orgasms and I had good one of mine. I did not measure the time, but it was a lot more than 5 minutes…..

We lay there for a short while, and she said, “Go home to your wife and do her.”

I stated as to how I felt like I just lived there from the time daughter was born, and this was my first time in 6 months. She said “I spent time being a nurse for a doctor who was a dual doc: primary and psychologist. We ran across that quite frequently, I am sorry to say. I have a question for you. Do you think she actually knows how you feel and giresun escort would she care?”

I said, “I don’t think she does. With the mental and physical aspects of child bearing I was afraid to say something.”

“Say something. Do it this way. After the child is asleep, tell her to sit down, we have something important bothering me to discuss. DO NOT start in with the lack-of-sex thing. Start be saying you feel “ignored” and “rejected” and do not feel loved since….. You get the idea. Then work from there. If she says she doesn’t care, you have me. I have a feeling that she doesn’t realize the situation and will come around.”

I said, “I will try it.”

She said, “Since you went down there (pointing down) I want to do the female equivalent. I believe it’s called a blowjob. Teach me, I have never done it before and if it does to you what it did for me, I will enjoy it too. Let me ask this: does or did your wife do that?”

“Yes, up to the time she got pregnant. But we had sex after that until the doctors said to stop. It never got started again, That IS the problem.”

“I see.”

She moved into position and I showed her the proper way to grip it, and use the hands along with the mouth. Then I stopped and said “When I cum, it comes out with force and there is no way to stop it. You have these choices: do hand masturbation and finish it off; or let me cum into your mouth and spit it out; or swallow it. Your choice. Also take it in a little at a time, get used to it, and take a bit more until you cannot take any more. If you try to take it all in one move, you will gag.”

She went down on me and started with timid licking the head. She then licked her way down to the base, while fingering it. Then she put the head into her mouth and started working up and down on it. I suggested using your hand just under your mouth for the portion you do not have in your mouth, which she did. For someone who indicated she had never had done this before, she caught on fast, and I was enjoying the hell out of this. This is the ultimate– someone doing this because they want to, not because they have to.

I was getting close and said, “I’m ready to cum.” She made a sound like she heard that, but stayed on it and I shot into her mouth. She swallowed, and licked my dick clean.

She said, “I swallowed out of curiosity. I like the taste and can do this again.”

We lay there as short while and she said, ” Really, talk this over with your wife. Let me know how it turns out.”

Next evening, after the child was asleep, I poured two scotches and told the wife we have to talk about something. I started with “Just after child was born, you have diverted all your attention to her, and I feel like I am just a tenant in this home, and not loved nor needed any more. If this is how you really feel, say so and I will take care of the paperwork. If this is something you did not realize that is happening, we can solve this. What do you think?”

She was quiet for a few moments, took a good sip of the scotch, and said, “You are right. I did not realize this was happening. I also just realized that it has been 6 months since we made love. You must be climbing the walls.”

“Yes. However, the sex is not the whole picture. It’s the general atmosphere. Sometimes I feel like I am just the provider and maintenance man. We need to do something. We can get a baby sitter and have date nights. She sleeps rather well and if we have sex as long as you don’t scream cry or yell, she will not wake up. If she does, take care of the immediate problem and resume.”

“In my mind I was just looking back and you are right. Lets get back to where girne escort we were before her birth.” With that she walked up to me, puts her arms around me, and let loose one hell of a tongue kiss. Then her hand went to my pants and fondled my dick, which got hard in a hurry. My wife is smart, and like me, has a “bad” sense of humor. She said “Hey, look. It remembers me.” And we both laughed, while she took my hand, and hurriedly dragged me to the bedroom.

In there she reaches out to my pants, pops the top snap, and lowered the zipper. She took my pants and boxers down to the floor in one move. I pulled the belt on her housecoat she had on as it was her favorite for watching TV, and it fell to the floor (with a bit of my help). She had on panties but no bra, and I pulled them down to the floor. We embraced and fell onto the bed together. I positioned to go down on her and she opened her legs inviting me. As I got down there, I noticed she was wet. I said, “Looks like yours remembered me too.” And we laughed together. I tongued the slit up and down, and got a bit more love juice out of it, and then thrust my tongue into it. I licked the hole for a bit and then licked and sucked her clit. She had a shaky orgasm, which resulted in a stream of juice.

I moved up and positioned myself to insert my dick into her love tunnel. I hesitated and asked “I know we both want it, but are your woman parts healed enough for this? I don’t want for us to have to run to the hospital tonight.”

She said, “I am healed OK. Dammit, put it in me — NOW.” I slid it in somewhat slowly to get her used to it again, and when it was all the way in I stopped. She said, “Do it. I really need this.”

I started stroking and she had another orgasm, and I followed shortly afterwards with one of my own. We just lay there and when it became soft, I pulled out. The first thing she said was “How the hell did I miss this? I am glad you said something.” “Yes, me too.”

We lay there talking about some things, and she said ” My turn to please you. She straddled me and went down on me. She slid the whole length into her mouth very smoothly and was working it with a vengeance. I lasted a while, seeing I just came a while ago and let loose into her mouth. She took it down her throat without gagging. She then licked the cum off my dick, and said “Lets get cleaned up. You have work tomorrow. ” I reluctantly said OK. She got out of bed, and went to the en-suite bathroom. She stopped at the door and said, “Join me?”

“You betcha” In the shower, we washed, kissed and fondled each other. Then we went to sleep. She said, ” If I ever ignore you again, say something. If necessary, smack me in the head and wake me up.”

I was at the last class that week and she was there on time. I gave her the certificate for the course. Afterwards she lingered until we were alone and she said “Did you talk it thru with her? How did it go?”

I gave her a big kiss and said “Thank you for saving my marriage. In my opinion, were better than we were before the birth. We both learned a lesson.”

She said, “Well, based on that, I guess I need to find another lover.”

“I think I don’t need another one now; I’ll stay with what I have at home”

“As I said when you were at my place, have some fun, get some kicks, no strings attached and nothing serious.”

“You ought to become a marriage counselor. You are good with people. If you want, use me as a reference, and I will give you a recommendation for that job. I can testify you are good at learning new things.”

We both laughed and she said “Could you do that with a straight face?”

“Yes.”

“That won’t be necessary. I love your sense of humor. Now, I know what I am looking for.”

“My sense of humor is how I cope with the strife of everyday life.”

Later on, I got a call from her saying she got the job and was happy.

Wife and I are still married and celebrated our 50th this year.

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