Alison, a faithful wife

The buzz of conversation coming through the open doorway ahead told her she was in the right place. The hotel was new to her but the receptionist had phoned through and invited her to a party for guests that evening. ‘It’s at 6.30 in the courtyard and you’re welcome to come,’ she had said. Great!

She had flown in to Darwin that afternoon at the start of her first holiday alone in 25 years of married life. The flight from her home city in one of Australia’s south-eastern states had taken four hours, a long haul across the dusty, dry inland of Northern Australia. Darwin felt really exciting to her: it was tropical and exotic, the air filled with strange and interesting scents, and she was far from home in a place where not a soul knew her.

She paused at the entrance to the party and looked around to take in the scene. There were scattered groups of people, drinking and chatting – travelers and businessmen and probably some of the locals as well. As Darwin has always been something of a frontier town there were, as usual, more men than women.

A waiter brought her a drink and she looked around for someone to talk to. A nice old couple spoke to her for a while and when they drifted off she caught the eye of a man in his early 40’s: around 5’8′ tall and sturdy, his blonde hair thinning just a little, but with a big friendly smile on his face. ‘Hello! My name’s Chris. Can I get you another drink?’

‘I’m Alison and I’d love another drink,’ she said. ‘It’s been a long day.’

They settled down to talk and after half an hour of animated conversation she happily accepted his offer of dinner in the hotel dining room. He was extremely pleasant and clearly attracted to her.

Gently enquiring, he found out that she was married but separated at the time. She felt she would get back together with her husband but there had been a long rocky patch. Her husband had been involved in an affair for a couple of years and every time she had gone away somewhere, even for a day or two, he had rushed off to see his lover. She felt sure that this time would be no exception – despite all the promises that the affair was over.

Chris listened attentively and with considerable sympathy. ‘Why hasn’t he come with you?’ he asked. ‘Well, he said we needed some time on our own and I just wanted to get right away from everything that’s happened so I decided to take a package holiday and here I am,’ Alison replied. ‘I’m leaving to continue my holiday tour in the morning but tonight I just want to enjoy myself. And it’s my birthday tomorrow and I’m celebrating tonight.’

‘Well, I’d certainly like to help you do that,’ he said. It wasn’t hard to work out what he meant. ‘Hey, I’ve been faithfully married for 25 years so don’t get your hopes up,’ was Alison’s cheerful reply. But he was rather nice and why the hell shouldn’t she enjoy herself after all she’d been through with a husband who’d been unfaithful and had deceived her for the past few years? And besides, her husband hadn’t been interested in sex with her for a long time – even though his lover was supposedly off the scene.

The dinner was just perfect, the wine excellent and her companion as ardent as any woman could want. The conversation flowed very easily, even though she was aware that they really didn’t have a great deal in common. This was going to be a short-term acquaintance, she decided, but so what? She enjoyed flirting with this man: it really gave her a buzz to be with someone who, quite clearly, was keen to take her to bed.

When Chris invited her to enjoy the lights of Darwin from his room on the hotel’s top floor she accepted readily. He ordered another bottle of wine to take with them and they caught the lift to the top floor.

This is getting interesting, she thought, as they made light conversation while the lift whirred upwards. I’m feeling nervous and excited and there are definitely butterflies in my tummy. I do believe I’m getting wet down there. I think I’m going to have sex with this man and what’s more I’m going to enjoy it! Yes, please!

Chris opened the door, found some side lights, turned on the ceiling fan and poured them both another glass of wine. Then he opened the door to the balcony and the warm, tropical night invited them out. His arm went around her waist as they leaned over the rail. She moved closer and turned her head towards him as he bent to kiss her. She has a soft, inviting kiss and after quite a few drinks during the evening was feeling very relaxed and sexy. Their tongues met inside her mouth and the view of Darwin was swiftly forgotten.

‘May I see your breasts?’ he asked softly. ‘I don’t see why not,’ she replied, knowing what he was really asking and what she was actually saying ‘yes’ to. ‘Let’s go inside,’ he said.

He lowered the lighting by flicking off the room’s sidelights and turning on the bathroom light, leaving the door open a fraction. She took off her jacket and he began to unbutton her blouse.

‘I’m a little self-conscious about this,’ she said. ‘I’m not some skinny young thing and it’s been a long time since anyone but my husband saw my breasts.’

‘Don’t worry Alison,’ he said, ‘I really like big girls.’ His hands found the hooks at the back of her bra and flicked them open one by one, releasing her large breasts. ‘Oh, they’re really nice,’ said Chris. ‘May I?’ he said as he reached out and cupped one in each hand.

Alison’s breasts more than filled his hands. He began to squeeze, gently and then more firmly as he saw her eyes close in delight. His fingers and thumbs closed on her nipples and applied gentle pressure. He bent to suck first one nipple and then the other, continuing to knead her breasts with his fingers. Her knees buckled beneath her and she slowly sank onto the bed.

Chris bent over her to work on her breasts with his lips and one hand. His other hand caressed her thighs and gently began to explore the valley between them. Alison’s breath came faster and she began to moan as Chris’s sucking and stroking became more insistent. She had always been responsive to having her breasts fondled and before she was married any man who managed to fasten his lips to a nipple had a very good chance of getting everything he wanted.

Chris slipped off his shirt and undid his belt, then continued to fondle Alison’s breasts.

He worked his hand under her skirt and began to ease her panties off. There was no resistance there either. In fact, she lifted her bottom to help him slip them off. It was all so very easy. The rest of her clothes came off and his fingers caressed her mound, sliding gently into her vagina to stroke her clitoris. She was soaking wet already!

Alison fumbled for his zipper and her hand slipped into his trousers, searching for his cock. She squeezed and stroked it, lubricating the head and the shaft with the juice that was seeping out of the tip.

Breaking off for a moment, Chris found the packet of condoms he always carried and, discarding the rest of his clothes, quickly slipped a condom onto his large penis. He moved between Alison’s wide-open legs and bent to kiss her thighs and abdomen, beginning at the tuft of pubic hair and moving up to suck and squeeze her breasts. She was begging for it now, moaning, her eyes glazed and half-closed, her legs wide open and her hips softly bucking. She needed his cock in her right now! She reached down and guided it to the entrance. He pushed in slowly, the tip of his cock opening her up and the long, thick shaft occupying the conquered territory.

Her cunt was very wet and warm and welcoming and he gently thrust all the way home as she moaned and shuddered in ecstasy. It had been a long time since she had enjoyed sex and this was a man she could fuck without any of the tension, anger and recriminations that surrounded her marriage. ‘Oh, God,’ she thought, ‘that feels so good. I’m being fucked by a stranger and I love it!’

Her hands flew to his chest, stroking his nipples and moving around to clutch his back. She reached down to his buttocks and grasped them, pulling him further into her. Her legs locked around him, fastening him in place. The body language was very clear: ‘fuck me deeper, fuck me harder, fuck me faster. FUCK ME!’

Chris was delighted to oblige. Slowly at first but with increasing speed he began to hump her, the muscles in his back and buttocks taut as he pumped in and out in a rhythm that brought gathering excitement and tension to both of them.

For the next 10 minutes or so he gave her what she later described as ‘really good, exciting sex.’ The excitement for Alison, she said, was in enjoying a new body with its different skin texture, scent, flesh and muscle shape. Chris’s movement was different to her husband’s and this was really thrilling. And he grunted in appreciation as he pounded it into her. She loved that.

‘My husband is fairly quiet when we’re having sex and it was exciting to have a man who grunted as he fucked me. It really turned me on,’ she said. ‘I was determined to have an orgasm. Even though it was my first experience with another man for 25 years I found it really easy to have sex with him. That surprised me. And, with a strange man heaving away on top of me, having an orgasm was also easy. It was like I was experiencing one of my fantasies. It was really good, really exciting. It was just great!’

Alison explained that there was a reason for it, apart from the sheer pleasure of sex with a new man. ‘I wanted to have sex with someone else in order to break the bonds of fidelity. With my husband having sex with another woman what was the point of me being faithful?’

Alison’s orgasm was shattering and she slumped back on the bed, exhausted. Chris paused for a moment to let her get her breath and then resumed thrusting for another couple of minutes. She was happy to just lie back and let him pound away.

‘I think he’d been waiting for me to come,’ she said, ‘and he exploded not long after I came. I was quite pleased and flattered when he came because it’s a really nice compliment when a man does that because of you.’ Chris gave a final hard thrust and then groaned, shuddered and collapsed on top of her as he fired his load.

Alison found the experience fulfilling on several levels. ‘Well, first of all, he was a good lover and that was clearly very satisfying. But it also gave me back some of my self-respect – the feeling that I was an attractive woman who could still excite and arouse men and make them want to take me to bed. He was very ardent and I liked that.’

I’d been very hurt and depressed as a result of my marriage problems and I had lost a lot of my self esteem. Chris really wanted to fuck me and that was very pleasing and exciting. Going to bed with him was a very healing and positive experience for me. I was presented with the opportunity at just the right moment and although I regret the fact that my marriage had reached a very low ebb I’m very glad that fate gave me the opportunity. I didn’t do for revenge but simply to balance up the scales.’

They lay on the bed for a while. Chris was clearly hoping for more. He invited Alison to stay the night and have breakfast with him but she said she had to get back to her room and get ready to leave early in the morning. She dressed and left, accepting his compliments (‘You’re a very sexy lady.’) and taking the telephone number, which he gave her. He pressed her to call him when she got home, as they both lived in the same city and he wanted to see her again.

Back in her room, Alison was jubilant and very excited. ‘YES! I really did it! And it was great!’ She had a long shower, and then sat down to watch television because she was too excited to sleep.

She crept out of the hotel the following morning, hoping she wasn’t going to run into Chris on the way out. He’d served his purpose and she had no intention of seeing him again. The scrap of paper with his telephone number was left in the wastebasket in her room.

As for Chris, he could be proud of his conquest. Chris is like a lot of men who get a big kick out of having sex with other men’s wives. This had been a special occasion: a virgin wife of 25 years seduced. And she had loved every minute of it. The big surprise for Alison was the discovery that she could thoroughly enjoy sex with other men without the experience having the slightest effect on her love for her husband.

For the next few weeks, Alison looked back on that night with a little thrill and a warm feeling between her legs. She had learned a lot about herself but most of all she had discovered that sex and love are two separate areas for her. She could gain great pleasure from a one-night stand with a strange man – even though she is still happily married to me.

As for me, I discovered to my great surprise that the thought of my wife being fucked by other men is enormously exciting and thrilling. I’ve told her that she’s welcome to do it again – any time she likes. I’m very pleased that she’s not the virgin wife any more. I love her all the more because of what happened that night in Darwin.

We now have a new arrangement for our marriage: her vow of fidelity has been erased. She can please herself if she wants to have sex with other men. And she knows that I’m very proud of her. She’s a sexy woman who attracts other men, as well as being my best friend, my business partner and a great cook.

So far, she hasn’t taken advantage of our new marriage arrangement. All that’s happened is that we have bought her some sexy new bras, which show off her breasts really well. She’s encouraged to flirt with other men and she enjoys that a lot. I’m hoping that sooner or later one of them is going to pin her to a mattress and give her a good fucking. It’s fine by me if she decides to go out on her own at night and come home the next day with her hair all messed up, her makeup smudged and her knickers in her handbag. She’s a woman who really enjoys sex and now she knows how good it can be with a stranger.

This is a true story. The names have been changed but the facts are correct. Alison told me all about her night in Darwin. Chris, the man who had sex with Alison, doesn’t know it but I’m really grateful to him. He introduced us both to a new world of sexual pleasure at a time when our marriage was on the rocks. My affair is in the past and there won’t be any others. I don’t need a lover now that I’ve discovered how sexy my wife really is.

So, Chris, if you’re reading this: thanks for fucking my wife.