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My Spouse
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Straight Male / 35
An Unusal Separation, Part Two
This is the follow up to #48267, wherein my wife of ten years Maggie decided that it was time for us to separate (after a multi-month dry spell of our sex life) and encouraged me to have sex with her friend Ashley that was staying with us at the time. There was wine. And Warhammer minis.
As I mentioned, that first night when Maggie essentially kicked me out of our bedroom I did not go fuck Ashley as she suggested. I spent the night on our couch, a sobbing mess. The next day, I tried to get it together. Ashley found me on the couch mid morning, asked me to help her in the garage looking for something in the boxes she was storing over there.
Day One
So in our garage it's just the two of us. Remember, Ashley is slightly chubby, pale skin, gorgeous blue eyes, and long dark hair. I initially didn't like her at all but over the months she stayed with us she won me over, and of course now my wife (soon to be ex wife) was telling me to fuck her and that she'd go along with it. Ashley was wearing shorts and a black tank, hair in a very loose ponytail. I noticed for the first time a tattoo on her thigh, an interesting rose and wrought iron band that went around the top of her thigh (like an open cuff style bracelet). I asked her about it.
"My only one," she said, and told me she got it when her grandmother, Rose, passed away. They were very close. She pulled up her shorts just a bit so I could see it better, nothing too sexy here until she turned around to show me the side and I saw just a peek of her butt where she was pulling her shorts up.
So we got to work moving boxes around and eventually (nearly an hour and half later) found what she was looking for, a special hairbrush. We also rearranged the space where her boxes were stored so that she could get to her stuff a bit easier. One thing I really remember from this experience was the garage smelling intensely like Jasmine, what I would later know to be her perfume.
That night, when we all bedded down, I went back to my couch and Ashley was sitting there. She told me she knew something was wrong and asked if it was her fault. I held it in for a good long while, then with a big sigh the tears started again. No sobbing, thankfully. I told her Maggie was seeing a lawyer and that we were done. I didn't mention the other part. For my trouble Ashley hugged me and held me. It was nice, soft, jasmine. I slept that night.
Day Two
Maggie is gone all day, so Ashley and I do yard work and run an errand or two. That night I went to knock on Ashley's door. I could very faintly hear the music she was listening to, and she was quietly singing along. I stood there for maybe a full minute just listening, then went back to the couch and thought long and hard about that tattoo and the little extra show I got to see the day prior.
Day Three
That morning was the day Maggie was going to see the lawyer, I believe, so again I'm alone with Ashley. She brings me breakfast on the couch - toast, scrambled eggs, OJ with bourbon in it (good girl). We sit side by side and eat.
She asks me, " are you okay, what's going to happen with all this?" I told her I had no idea, but today was the day that it would start to be official. There was paperwork involved now. I hadn't mentioned Maggie's proposition, but here I shared "she's trying to set me up with someone, if you can believe that."
"Who?" Ashley looks concerned. I looked at her for a long time saying nothing. She fully blushes after a few minutes. "Really," she says it like she's trying to cover up something.
"Yeah."
"Like take her place?" she asks. "Just like that?"
"Maybe."
"I couldn't wear her clothes." We both laugh hard at that one, maybe a bit too hard. Maggie is slimmer, more athletic.
She's still blushing, she reaches for my OJ and bourbon and takes a hard swallow. I don't know why but that's when I notice she's wearing MY t-shirt, an old Ozzy Osbourne shirt I forgot I had hung up in the guest room. I went through a phase in high school.
And I just lean over, take the glass from her hands, and kiss her. Soft, orange juice on her lips, that jasmine smell. And we're kissing each other at that point, softly, continuously, no rush and no one else on earth but the two of us. I slide my hand under the blanket she has in her lap and stroke her thigh, right on that tattoo and just under her shorts on the outside of her thigh.
Her hands are on the side of my face and back of my neck, nothing like Maggie's kisses at all. Ashley is trying to bring me into her and give affection to what feels like my entire head and neck. We're holding each other tightly at this point, I'd let her suffocate me if she wanted to at that point. She pulls me down on top of her, and her legs start to wrap around me. We’re still in no hurry, and some of our kisses are silly, playful, some intense and passionate, some take my breath away, some make me want to weep. She is pulling something out of me.
I stand and she pulls off the t-shirt, exposing her large, soft, chubby breasts and cute tummy, little muffin top. I kneel and start kissing up her right knee, up to her hip, across her stomach, and finally toward her breasts, which she has pushed together and pressed into my face. Again, this suffocation feeling mingled with passion is overwhelming.
Sitting there in her short grey shorts, no top, breasts pressed together, smiling, blushing, inviting me to come on over. This image will stay with me forever.
I think I’ll stop here, but she did give me an incredibly sensual handjob-tit wank, and I shot all over her beautiful breasts. We showered after that, and we team fingered her in the shower to an orgasm, where I held her while she shuddered and turned to jello in my arms. At dinner that night, Maggie joined us and she smiled watching us together - she knew it had happened at that point. First time I saw Maggie smile genuinely in months.
That night I went to bed with her, and haven’t left since. Maggie and I did separate and did so incredibly amicably - I’m pretty sure Maggie had met a woman and has been trying to figure out her sexuality. She hasn’t dated anyone that I’m aware of, but she’s mentioned a friend a couple of times that I didn’t know when we were together, Sheila. I can’t be upset if someone had that kind of revelation and was stuck being married to me.
Maggie took all the furniture (barring what was in Ashley’s room) and the car, I got the house. I willingly gave Maggie money to help her get started. The master bedroom is empty currently, Ashley and I will be taking it over after all our new furniture gets here in January. We have a fenced in backyard, Ashley wants to get a dog as soon as possible.
There is definitely a new lady of the house.
As I mentioned, that first night when Maggie essentially kicked me out of our bedroom I did not go fuck Ashley as she suggested. I spent the night on our couch, a sobbing mess. The next day, I tried to get it together. Ashley found me on the couch mid morning, asked me to help her in the garage looking for something in the boxes she was storing over there.
Day One
So in our garage it's just the two of us. Remember, Ashley is slightly chubby, pale skin, gorgeous blue eyes, and long dark hair. I initially didn't like her at all but over the months she stayed with us she won me over, and of course now my wife (soon to be ex wife) was telling me to fuck her and that she'd go along with it. Ashley was wearing shorts and a black tank, hair in a very loose ponytail. I noticed for the first time a tattoo on her thigh, an interesting rose and wrought iron band that went around the top of her thigh (like an open cuff style bracelet). I asked her about it.
"My only one," she said, and told me she got it when her grandmother, Rose, passed away. They were very close. She pulled up her shorts just a bit so I could see it better, nothing too sexy here until she turned around to show me the side and I saw just a peek of her butt where she was pulling her shorts up.
So we got to work moving boxes around and eventually (nearly an hour and half later) found what she was looking for, a special hairbrush. We also rearranged the space where her boxes were stored so that she could get to her stuff a bit easier. One thing I really remember from this experience was the garage smelling intensely like Jasmine, what I would later know to be her perfume.
That night, when we all bedded down, I went back to my couch and Ashley was sitting there. She told me she knew something was wrong and asked if it was her fault. I held it in for a good long while, then with a big sigh the tears started again. No sobbing, thankfully. I told her Maggie was seeing a lawyer and that we were done. I didn't mention the other part. For my trouble Ashley hugged me and held me. It was nice, soft, jasmine. I slept that night.
Day Two
Maggie is gone all day, so Ashley and I do yard work and run an errand or two. That night I went to knock on Ashley's door. I could very faintly hear the music she was listening to, and she was quietly singing along. I stood there for maybe a full minute just listening, then went back to the couch and thought long and hard about that tattoo and the little extra show I got to see the day prior.
Day Three
That morning was the day Maggie was going to see the lawyer, I believe, so again I'm alone with Ashley. She brings me breakfast on the couch - toast, scrambled eggs, OJ with bourbon in it (good girl). We sit side by side and eat.
She asks me, " are you okay, what's going to happen with all this?" I told her I had no idea, but today was the day that it would start to be official. There was paperwork involved now. I hadn't mentioned Maggie's proposition, but here I shared "she's trying to set me up with someone, if you can believe that."
"Who?" Ashley looks concerned. I looked at her for a long time saying nothing. She fully blushes after a few minutes. "Really," she says it like she's trying to cover up something.
"Yeah."
"Like take her place?" she asks. "Just like that?"
"Maybe."
"I couldn't wear her clothes." We both laugh hard at that one, maybe a bit too hard. Maggie is slimmer, more athletic.
She's still blushing, she reaches for my OJ and bourbon and takes a hard swallow. I don't know why but that's when I notice she's wearing MY t-shirt, an old Ozzy Osbourne shirt I forgot I had hung up in the guest room. I went through a phase in high school.
And I just lean over, take the glass from her hands, and kiss her. Soft, orange juice on her lips, that jasmine smell. And we're kissing each other at that point, softly, continuously, no rush and no one else on earth but the two of us. I slide my hand under the blanket she has in her lap and stroke her thigh, right on that tattoo and just under her shorts on the outside of her thigh.
Her hands are on the side of my face and back of my neck, nothing like Maggie's kisses at all. Ashley is trying to bring me into her and give affection to what feels like my entire head and neck. We're holding each other tightly at this point, I'd let her suffocate me if she wanted to at that point. She pulls me down on top of her, and her legs start to wrap around me. We’re still in no hurry, and some of our kisses are silly, playful, some intense and passionate, some take my breath away, some make me want to weep. She is pulling something out of me.
I stand and she pulls off the t-shirt, exposing her large, soft, chubby breasts and cute tummy, little muffin top. I kneel and start kissing up her right knee, up to her hip, across her stomach, and finally toward her breasts, which she has pushed together and pressed into my face. Again, this suffocation feeling mingled with passion is overwhelming.
Sitting there in her short grey shorts, no top, breasts pressed together, smiling, blushing, inviting me to come on over. This image will stay with me forever.
I think I’ll stop here, but she did give me an incredibly sensual handjob-tit wank, and I shot all over her beautiful breasts. We showered after that, and we team fingered her in the shower to an orgasm, where I held her while she shuddered and turned to jello in my arms. At dinner that night, Maggie joined us and she smiled watching us together - she knew it had happened at that point. First time I saw Maggie smile genuinely in months.
That night I went to bed with her, and haven’t left since. Maggie and I did separate and did so incredibly amicably - I’m pretty sure Maggie had met a woman and has been trying to figure out her sexuality. She hasn’t dated anyone that I’m aware of, but she’s mentioned a friend a couple of times that I didn’t know when we were together, Sheila. I can’t be upset if someone had that kind of revelation and was stuck being married to me.
Maggie took all the furniture (barring what was in Ashley’s room) and the car, I got the house. I willingly gave Maggie money to help her get started. The master bedroom is empty currently, Ashley and I will be taking it over after all our new furniture gets here in January. We have a fenced in backyard, Ashley wants to get a dog as soon as possible.
There is definitely a new lady of the house.
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