I got a Hallpass

My husband basically stopped having sex with me 6 years ago. We have birthday sex, anniversary sex, and maybe New Year’s Eve and/or Valentine’s Day. The last time we had spontaneous sex was at an Airbnb with 3 of my friends. We were traveling for my friend’s wedding. I think he liked that we weren’t totally discrete. I didn’t like being in that position among my friends, but I was taking anything I could get from him at the time.

Last year on his birthday we had dinner and drinks out. When we got home, I put on a fishnet body suit he bought for me. He’s always liked me dressed up, but he was barely responsive. I spent over half an hour trying to fuck his flaccid dick. I got mad. He got mad. He told me if sex was so important to me that I should find someone else who could please me. It was insanely hurtful.

I sort of talked about it with a co-worker. She’s older, divorced, and very open about her dating life. She confided she’d been sleeping with our married co-worker for months and awkwardly suggested I should give him a chance. She talked to him on my behalf, which was super weird. He initiated contact. He was incredibly upfront about his home life and it was scary how easily I opened up to him. We talked for about a month with no pressure to do anything, then he asked to meet my husband with a pretense of getting his approval for us to have sex. The very thought horrified me. I avoided the suggestion for a week. He very sweetly gave me space to make up my mind. I made dinner reservations at my favorite restaurant for 3 and texted my husband that we were going out that night with my co-worker.

Dinner went great. My husband and my co-worker were fast friends. There was no mention of a relationship. When the bill came I panicked. I said I wanted my co-worker to follow us home to meet our cat. I needed more time to be ok with the situation and that was the best I could think up. The next parts are a blur. I remember my co-worker telling my husband we wanted to have sex. My husband was despondent. Then I was making out with this man while my husband sat on the couch and watched. I remember putting my hand on his crotch and discovering his impossibly big member, as advertised. I tried hiding my reaction.

We went to the bedroom and closed the door. I was soaking wet. We stripped. I could use both hands on him and have him in my mouth. I barely got into blowing him when he pretty much folded me in half and fucked me against the bedroom door. After a few minutes he had me leaned over our bed and took me from behind. I never felt so good in my life. I had leg wiggles. It felt crazy to be so filled up. He held my wrists. He pulled my hair. He spanked me. He flipped me over on the edge of the bed and drove into me until he was ready to cum. I just melted down to the floor and accepted his load into my mouth. Then he put me back on the bed and ate me out like a professional.

I would have had him again. I would have let him stay the night and my husband could have stayed in the guest room, but he had to get back to his family. My husband was a little upset and I didn’t make it better by reminding him it was his idea.