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My Spouse
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Straight Female / 47
Never Ever Ever Would I Have Guessed My Husband And Mary
First, in this party of three everyone is middle aged. My husband is 52, I'm 47 (married 23 years) and Mary (not her name) is 49. Mary works for my husband and is a proud lesbian. Or was.
We didn't have an open marriage. I won't say that over the years when he was out of town he may have gone to a strip joint with business friends, or maybe some kitten snuck in his bed. But I don't 'know', I can only surmise. Me, I am one of those that has only had one partner, him.
Then along comes Mary. I certainly had no fears about her working with him. She was lesbian by her own admission. True, her status was single, between partners. She was hired because of her expertise, and worked closely with my husband as he navigated 'the' merger.
When he told me 'you won't believe it' Mary had let him kiss her. "So you initiated it?", well, don't put it like that. A goodnight at her door in the hotel she 'fell into his arms', what was he supposed to do? Put her out of her misery, show her what she had been missing, give her the old college try, pop that cherry, leave her wanting for more? My husband fucked the lesbian.
Well, he did. And Mary apologized to me, she didn't know what got into her. Little Itty bitty secret, just don't tell him, she had lost her virginity way back in college. She wasn't sure any more, she 'thinks' she's in love with him. And sure I would understand. No, I don't understand. Some little kitty I understand, but not Mary.
But Mary it is, it's her honeymoon time, getting a good amount of attention. And I'm the one she talks to about it. He's like so so about it, let the 'old gal' catch up to what he's been missing. Not a kitty, ruined my vision. I'm torn between being jealous (I'm not) and disappointment (I am) , I always envisioned some young little kitty, snuggling in his arms, in some far away hotel room or a secret apartment in town.
We didn't have an open marriage. I won't say that over the years when he was out of town he may have gone to a strip joint with business friends, or maybe some kitten snuck in his bed. But I don't 'know', I can only surmise. Me, I am one of those that has only had one partner, him.
Then along comes Mary. I certainly had no fears about her working with him. She was lesbian by her own admission. True, her status was single, between partners. She was hired because of her expertise, and worked closely with my husband as he navigated 'the' merger.
When he told me 'you won't believe it' Mary had let him kiss her. "So you initiated it?", well, don't put it like that. A goodnight at her door in the hotel she 'fell into his arms', what was he supposed to do? Put her out of her misery, show her what she had been missing, give her the old college try, pop that cherry, leave her wanting for more? My husband fucked the lesbian.
Well, he did. And Mary apologized to me, she didn't know what got into her. Little Itty bitty secret, just don't tell him, she had lost her virginity way back in college. She wasn't sure any more, she 'thinks' she's in love with him. And sure I would understand. No, I don't understand. Some little kitty I understand, but not Mary.
But Mary it is, it's her honeymoon time, getting a good amount of attention. And I'm the one she talks to about it. He's like so so about it, let the 'old gal' catch up to what he's been missing. Not a kitty, ruined my vision. I'm torn between being jealous (I'm not) and disappointment (I am) , I always envisioned some young little kitty, snuggling in his arms, in some far away hotel room or a secret apartment in town.
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