Questionable Logic – It’s Only Sex by AJZulu

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(I recently read Questionable Logic - Wife turns my logic against me, that a blow job isn't sex. by yellowjacket66h. Afterward, this story popped into my mind.)

(My thanks and hopefully, your thanks, as well, to Kenji Sato for editing and making many helpful suggestions for improving this work from beginning to end.)

Questionable Logic - It's Only Sex

Mark Vanderburg

I wish I hadn't done it. But there just isn't a way to unfuck someone. I could blame Beulah Lovejoy, but I guess that wouldn't be completely fair.

Beulah and I were about the same age and started work at Carpenter & Co. about the same time. We got to know each other pretty well, as we went through Carpenter's training regimen together. We were competitors for every management position that opened up. We were both in sales, but both of us were driving toward the executive suite. She finally pulled ahead and became my boss. She took me to a major conference for homebuilders; it was a great opportunity to network and snag clients, as Carpenter & Co. was a longtime supplier to the building trades.

The first night of the conference, she came by my room around eight o'clock. She told me, "We need to talk."

My room came equipped with a small table and chairs. She sat at the table and I sat at the side next to her. She said, "I want to accomplish two things tonight. The first is that I want to address the issue that I got a promotion that you would have dearly liked."

She held my hand in one hand and began rubbing the back of that hand with her other hand. She continued, "The second item on my list is to tell you that you are the best employee in my span of control, and I'm hoping that we can help each other get to the top."

We had both been drinking quite a bit, following the dinner after the conference shut down for the day. When she continued to hold my hand while caressing my thigh, I responded with my pants suddenly becoming a constraint.

Let me back up.

Beulah is not my type. She is big, brassy, and incredibly stacked, but just too much woman for my taste. Beulah is about five-foot-nine and probably measures, 37D-25-38.

My wife, Sheilah, is petite, quiet, and curvy, but in a subtle way. She is five-foot-two and comes in around 34C-23-34. She dresses conservatively.

It doesn't matter how Beulah dresses; her personality and physical dimensions are still overpowering.

On the night in question, she wasn't outrageously dressed but her thin summer dress showed considerable cleavage and her nipples were showing through the fabric. No dress ever made could hide that large, shapely butt.

On this night, she was telling me, "I want to make up for you missing out on the promotion I snagged and assure myself that you are on my team going forward!"

She grasped my cock, which was painfully erect. She asked, "How about it, stud? Are you on my team?"

I didn't immediately respond.

She stood up, bent over the table, and kissed me sticking her tongue almost to my tonsils. She continued, "Mark, baby. I'd like to get down and dirty. Are you with me?" as she rubbed those mammoth mammaries against my upper body and face.

I could only whimper, "Uh-huh!"

For the first time in my life, a sexual partner was naked before I was, although she only beat me by a few seconds. She wasn't as tight as Sheilah, which was the only pussy I had tapped for many years, but once she clutched my cock with her Kegels, I was completely under her spell. It was like a honeymoon. We fucked and slept and fucked and slept, repeating that pattern throughout the night.

The next morning, we dressed and went to breakfast, and she commented, "Glad to have you on team Lovejoy."

She left breakfast somewhat hurriedly because she wanted to change dresses before the conference. We didn't see much of each other during the day.

We went for cocktails after dinner to discuss what we had accomplished. I had obtained four leads and she had gotten five. She was at least as good at sales as I was, although I felt like she had me in the physical attributes column.

We concluded our business meeting, and she took my hand under the table, and told me, "Mark, I hope I made up for you missing out on the promotion last night. I think we need to spend some time tonight making sure you are fully on board Team Lovejoy. Can I come to your room in about thirty minutes?"

What could I say, the woman was a fantastic lay. I had never slept with my head on such bounteous breasts before.

My little man didn't even want to wait thirty minutes. I hurried to my room, showered, and brushed my teeth. Then I dressed in one of the hotel robes.

Right on time, she was knocking on my door. She said, "I didn't like hurrying my breakfast, so I dressed for tomorrow." It was only a few minutes, before we were both nude in bed, doing the dirty.

When I screwed her doggy style, I couldn't hold her boobs, both because of their immense size, and because I needed more leverage for ramming that ample backside. I held her shoulders, instead.

And cowgirl, ohmigod! The only issue was not getting smothered by her mammoth mammaries.

One of the things I have come to love about Sheilah is that my technique is adequate to make her come over and over. I usually get her off a couple of times with oral and manual stimulation of her button and vagina. Then, she usually comes at least five or six times with my cock inside her, either vaginally, or anally, or both.

Beulah came almost as easily. I wasn't sure if she needed additional assurance that I was a loyal member of her team, or if she just wanted more of my prick. Neither my little man nor I cared. We both enjoyed fucking her buxom body.

Incredible as it may seem, we unapologetically repeated it all on the third and final night of the conference. I didn't really worry about my violations of our marital vows until I was on the flight home to my lovely, loving Sheilah.

My worry only grew on the drive home. Once I was safe and secure in my garage, I tried to calm myself and adopt a game face and attitude that would see me through my first face-to-face contact with my wife since my transgressions with Beulah.

Sheilah kissed me hello, and we went into the kitchen. I sat at the kitchen counter, while she plated our food. She told me the children were at her parents' house and we would need to pick them up the next day. We finished our meal, just as I finished telling her about all the leads I had gotten at the conference. She set dessert and coffee at our places.

I was about to eat my first bite of strawberry shortcake, when she asked, "Who was she, Mark?"

I almost dropped my fork. Busted! Then I made a tactical decision, which turned out to be a strategic blunder. I replied, "Sweetheart, it was only sex!"

She responded harshly, "Don't make me repeat myself again! Who was the bitch?"

I admitted, "It was Beulah!"

Unfortunately, Sheilah had heard me curse Beulah many times, particularly on the day her promotion to become my boss was announced. "How many times, Mark?"

I felt like I was nailed to the wall. I confessed, "There were three incidents. I'm so sorry, Sheilah. It was only sex, but it was still cheating. Please don't hate me!"

She continued, "When are you seeing her again?"

I could only bleat out, "Oh, God, Sheilah! Never! I knew it was wrong, and I'll never do it again!"

I thought it couldn't get worse, but she was so cold, as she explained, "I love you, Mark, but not as much as I did before you pulled this stunt. I intend to hold you to your promise of never again. However, your belief that if it's only sex somehow makes it not as wrong is something I want you to remember as we go forward. I assure you that I won't forget it!"

I don't get scared easily. Once in middle school, I fought two bullies to a standstill. This was the most afraid I had ever been in my life. At least I didn't remember being more scared.

Usually when we first go to bed after I return from an out-of-town trip, we go at each other like animals in heat. This night was different. I wasn't even aroused.

Sheilah taunted me for the first time in my memory. She teased, "What's the matter, Mark? Is your little man all worn out from fucking Beulah?"

I replied, "It's not that, Sheilah. I'm really ashamed of what I did."

She continued, "Guilty conscience, is it? I still haven't been fucked in four days. I guess I'll have to help you out."

She began licking my cock. Then, my balls. Just like that, I was as hard as a rock. She commented, "You sorry bastard! I still expect you to do right by me!"

She lay back and spread her legs. She directed me, "Get with the program, cheater!"

This was not the quiet, unassuming, woman I had known for years. Even so, I still loved her. She was still my type, and I still wanted nothing more than to fuck her into an oblivion, while my exploits of the last few days faded into insignificance. I gave it to her for a good thirty minutes. After each few orgasms, I would guide her to a different position. She must have cum close over ten times in at least five positions.

I felt that things were getting somewhat back to normal. As we cuddled and caressed each other in after-care, she gently touched my manhood. A surge of blood flowed into my dick. A little more fondling and I was ready for action. She got on top and fucked me. She fucked me like there was no tomorrow. This was not making love, this was her taking care of Sheilah. She was going all out for more orgasms of the feminine persuasion. After five or six momentous orgasms in the cowgirl position, she reversed her orientation.

Afterward, as we enjoyed the afterglow, we didn't speak. My mind was still going and I was thinking that more than likely this was not over.

Three weeks later, we were at a neighbor's party. As usual, it was a mix of marrieds and singles, and as usual, each person was dancing with almost every one of the opposite sex. I did notice that Sheilah danced a couple of dances with a single guy, named Chad, who was a few years younger than we were.

After the third dance, she led Chad over to me and informed me, "Chad and I are going to one of the upstairs bedrooms. Don't worry, honey, it's only sex."

My heart fell, through the floor, except it was attached to my body. Why did I tell her, my trysts with Beulah were only sex. I hoped Chad reamed her well but left her wanting more. I didn't see what I could do. This was different, but I couldn't help but think that, even though this was making me miserable, it was only fair that she had a chance to let someone else make her feel good, that someone else would feel the incredible pleasure of that velvet pussy milking every last drop of semen.

I turned and went to the kitchen counter that was serving as a makeshift bar. As I made myself a stiff drink, I consoled myself that now the other shoe had fallen, and so, at last, we could put this mess behind us.

Wrong! The next party was only two weeks later. She seemed to be having a very flirtatious conversation with two single guys, Paul and Rodney. After flirting with them for a while, and after some inappropriate touching, she escorted them over to me. They appeared to be an established throuple, as she clung to each with a different arm. When they reached me, she informed me, "The three of us are going to a bedroom. You don't need to be concerned, baby, it's only sex."

On the way home she explained to me the way the cow ate the cabbage. "I still love you although I also like enjoying some variety. You promised and I fully intend for you to live up to that promise - that you were done with cheating. I made you no such promise. When I avail myself of the opportunity for a little extramarital sex, I expect two things from you - a smile when I tell you what's going to happen or just happened, and for you to fulfill your husbandly duty, since when I do this, I find that no matter how well I get reamed out, I will still want you."

If only I hadn't used the phrase 'It's only sex.' This was the mother of my children, my best friend, and the love of my life. In spite of all her extramarital doings, I still loved her; after all, she was the mother of my three children. It was likely that I would continue to love her, no matter how many times she ventured away from our marital bed. At this point, it seemed that all I could do was hang onto our relationship and hope for a better day.

Nevertheless, I decided to make one more feeble attempt. One night when my parents had the children and we were getting ready for yet another party, I sat her down for a heart-to-heart.

I began by telling her, "I probably don't have to tell you how sorry I am about the affair I had. You've made sure that I regret it even more. Before the affair, I had no problem telling you or anyone else, that not only were you the mother of my children, but you were also the love of my life, my faithful helpmate, and my best friend. I still love you, although I certainly don't love your behavior at some recent parties. I think the hardest part is I no longer feel you're my best friend. I guess the faithful part of faithful helpmate has lately become a little tarnished."

She thought a moment and replied, "I started engaging in these little sexual interludes, because I wanted you to feel what I felt when I learned about your times with Beulah. Unfortunately, I have become quite enamored of our current sexual relationship. I like the idea of having a faithful husband and at the same time, being a wife that can have a bedroom rodeo from time to time. I do love you and I want to be the best lover for you that I can possibly be. I would like for you to think of me as your best friend again. I think that your not thinking of me that way is at least partially my fault. I will try to work with you on changing that.

"One idea that comes to mind is that when I have my quick little trysts at parties or wherever, you could watch. Would you like to watch? Do you think that would that help our relationship? Perhaps, it could improve the three L's: love, lust, and like. If you like me more, perhaps that would help us feel more like friends.

"When I first started fucking other guys at parties, it was partly malicious, I have to admit. However, I no longer want to be a source of pain or turmoil for you. I really do want to be all the things on your list. Perhaps, if you watch my liaisons, it will help us feel more intimacy in our relationship. I'm sure that would be good for both of us in the long-term!"

I replied, "We can at least try that. I think we should make other efforts, as well. I don't think I can get around wanting to have all of you, even if what I give up is only some meaningless sex."

She apologized and it seemed to be heartfelt, "Baby, I have really gotten to like having meaningless sex at parties. I'm sorry but I'm just not willing to give that up yet."

I told her, "I made the first excursion outside of our marriage. I guess this is still fallout from that and I will just have to live with it the best way I can."

She seemed sincere when she told me, "I'll try to make it as easy on you as I can."

I knew she would have to give up the extramarital goings-on at some point in time; I just hope it would be before she was ninety-five.

The next party after she had a few dances with him, she introduced me to Ethan. She took us to a bedroom. I felt uncomfortable watching them strip and then get it on. However, I decided that this was better than drinking alone through her trysts while friends and acquaintances smirked and tittered at me.

Ethan was soon pounding her as though his life depended on it. She was not shy in her encouragement of him to even greater efforts. She did try to not scream loud enough at orgasm to be heard outside the room over the music and chatter of the party. On her fourth orgasm, he nutted in her waiting cunt.

He pulled out and asked me if I wanted a go. I declined. He then asked her for a blowjob. She seemed happy to oblige. It took her a while, but eventually he came in her mouth. She swallowed and displayed her tongue to both of us. He told her, "Thanks, babe. That was really great!"

He quickly dressed and left.

She ordered me to kiss her. I always enjoyed kissing her, but the slightly bitter, strange taste of another man took something away.

She then informed me, "Mark, I love you. You may not like what I did but having you here really did make me feel better about both myself and us."

I admitted, "I think this was better for me than waiting alone with only a drink for solace while you do what you do. I'd prefer that you didn't do this at all, but we've already been over that. I still love you. I don't want to do you here, but as soon as we get home, I'll want to punish you for your naughtiness."

She naughtily asked, "How do you plan to do that?"

I replied, "By doing my best to fuck your brains out!"

She gave me her best smile, "I'd like that!"

In about forty-five minutes, that's exactly what we did in our own bed in our own bedroom.

Epilogue:

Mark

The first few years she did make an effort to be a loving helpmate in everything that we did, except for the once or twice a month when she stepped out on me. Her efforts did make a difference, although we both knew it wasn't the final solution that I wanted.

Beulah and I continued to work for her success and she eventually became President and COO although she never quite made it to Chairman and CEO. I prospered by stepping into the gap whenever she was promoted and eventually became the Executive Vice-President of Carpenter, Inc.

Beulah and I never did the horizontal mambo again, even though she was willing, because I was too afraid of the consequences for my marriage. I knew I wouldn't be able to hide it from Sheilah.

It seemed that the children were my and Sheilah's eventual salvation. Once she was pregnant, she seemed to lose interest in extramarital excursion. Conversely, she seemed intent on fucking my balls off. Throughout her first pregnancy, any discomfort in my genital area was due to over use.

We managed to wait three weeks after Melissa's birth, before resuming sexual relations. Seven weeks later, her Ob-Gyn verified that Jerry was on the way. A year after Jerry's birth, Eddie was delivered. One more year and Ellie had dibs on the fourth upstairs bedroom. After Ellie, we used condoms until we were sure that the birth control pills had started doing their job.

After the children were born, Sheilah didn't resume her extramarital activities. We had moved to a new neighborhood, and she didn't want any rumors floating around for young ears. After our family was complete, there were a few incidents of her regression to her previous behavior but that only happened on our adults-only vacations, where the children were staying with one or the other sets of grandparents. We both hoped that what happens in Jamaica, stays in Jamaica.

Questionable Logic – It’s Only Sex

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