My husband has tried for years to get me to take another male partner and for years I have turned him down. You see, we have been married for 23 years and he is the only person I have ever been with and I him. We were high school sweethearts and was married a year after high school. I am proud of the fact that we are the only ones.

Two weeks ago he hit me up on Saturday night once again. And once again I replied "No, I won't". He was persistent and finally I said out of discuss " One of these times I am going to take you up on it, and you'll be sorry". With that I rolled on my side away from him and turned out the light. Mood ruined.

Well I stewed over that. How can I get him to stop pestering me. Then it came to me - I'll lie about it. I'll come up with some story and he will see he won't like it. But what story, what man? Then it came to me, it was obvious, Jim. Jim the janitor.

Jim is a tall man. Taller than my husband. He is indeed dark complected from his obvious Native American ancestry. And a huge flirt. I don't mean the "in passing" flirty comment, I mean, the come up from behind and put his arms around you and ask "What are you doing after work" type of flirting. I was uncomfortable with this at first but saw he did this to all the lunch lady's and they didn't act like it bothered them. They just played along and so did I. I mean, come on! It's Heart Throb Jim for crying out loud! Lol.

OK enough background info, back to my husband. Will, my husband, had met Jim a couple of times so he would at least have a face. I decided to send my youngest home with his grandmother to play after school and wait on Will which should be home around 5pm. As he walked through the door, I stood leaned up next to the sink as he entered the kitchen. As usual he set his backpack on the counter and hugged me up close. We were doing our "rub each other's back" hug thing when I told him I had something to tell him. I was SO nervous that my voice cracked. He leaned back and asked if something was wrong. "Not exactly, at least I hope not " I said with a devilish grin. "Then what is it". I had rehearsed it several times in my head, I just couldn't get it out the way I rehearsed. "You know that thing you always want me to try?" I got a puzzled look. "You know, having sex with someone else." I said. "You mean you want to try it?" He asked. "No, I mean I did, today." "Really? Yeah right. I don't believe you." "I did!" "Uh-huh. With who?" I left the kitchen and headed to the bedroom. "Who was it then?" "Jim." I said. He paused. "The janitor?" "Yes." He thought a minute. "Where is the evidence?" "What kind of evidence?" "A picture. Or traces of...."

But there was none. I hadn't thought of that. "But I did!" I pleaded. But he wasn't buying it. He saw right through me but I stuck to my story. We had sex anyway and he noticed I was the wettest I had ever been. And I was. ;-)

That was on Monday, Wednesday was Leslie and I's fishing day because she gets off work early (yes we both have a new passion for fishing). We had anchored the pontoon boat and gotten all the lines in the water and there was a moment of quite time. Thats when I brought up the situation with my husband and told her the story. She laughed at first but then got serious. We talked, fished, brainstormed, fished but couldn't come up with some evidence. Picture? Out of the question, that would mean Jim would be involved. Then out of the blue she said "I got it but you may not like it. It's crazy!" She laughed. "What if Chuck and I used a condom and you used it?" Now we both knew that Chuck had had a vasectomy years ago. "What would I do with it, just show it to him?" "You could but you said that he wanted it in you" "I don't know, sounds really messy." I laughed blushing at the same time.

Well, sure enough she called me on Friday. She had left it on her bathroom counter tied in a knot after their early morning intimate session. I used my key to get in and made my way through her house. And there it was just like she had said. I picked it up like it had a disease even though she said she had cleaned it. I raced home and made sure the boys were not going to be around. I stripped off my bottom scrubs and crawled into bed with my evidence sitting on my night stand. I noticed I was getting very excited and my hand made its way down between my legs. I was really horny by this point and said "What the heck!" I jumped up and ran to the kitchen for my scissors. I grabbed the condom and sat down on the bed. I cut the condom just below the knot. I leaned back and tried to get it up in me but it just wasn't happening. I had another idea. I ran to the medicine cabinet and got a syringe. Eagerly jumped back into bed, filled the syringe, and injected Chuck's, I mean Jim's, seman deep into my vigina. I almost had an orgasm when the cold fluid hit my skin. It was so erotic, so naughty. My hand once again eased it's way to my clitoris. I could feel the the cum on the tips of my fingers. Then I seen the time. Will should be home any minute. I jumped up pulled my panties and scrubs back up. As I was doing this the evidence started leaking out. I crossed my legs and got back in bed. I ran my hand down into my panties to check myself. The cum had smeared between my lips and panties. "Perfect" I thought. Then I did something on impulse. I put my fingers in my mouth. It was so erotic tasting my friends cum.

I heard the truck door shut and then the front door. Will came through the house calling "Tracie. You here?" " Back here honey!" I replied. He entered the room to see me in my work attire minus my shoes. "I've got something for you" I giggled. "What?" He grinned. "I got evidence this time" I smirked. "No way." "I do" "Where?" "Why don't you look for yourself" nodding my head down there. "You didn't" "I did". He crawled onto the bed grabbed the sides of my bottoms and pulled down. He stopped when he saw it. "YOU DID!" He exclaimed. "But? But? Jim?" "Yeah, Jim!" I said. "You let him....in you" "Uh-huh." "The other day?" "He pulled out" I interrupted. "But today, it felt so good I told him not to quit, so he didn't." "But what if he gets you...?" As he pulled my bottoms the rest of the way off. "Oh well" I replied "You should have thought about that all those times you bugged me to do this." He pulled his clothes off and crawled back between my legs putting his face inches away from my vigina. He stuck his finger in me to feel it. "So tell me about it." "What about?" "Where were you guys at?" "In the break room." (Which is also the dry goods storage). "So how?" "On the table." "Did y'all kiss?" "Well yeah, of coarse." "Then?" "Then he laid me back on the table." "And?" "And then we did it! What else you want me to say?"

That's when my husband did it. He buried his face in my virgina. We had the best sex we have ever had in 23 years even though it was his best friend's sperm, not Jim's.