Marla Makes My Wife

"I know you think I'm over reacting because I'm what I am. But, damnit, it hurts."

"I don't think any such thing," I replied. "You have a right to your emotions just like anyone else."

I then concentrated on driving until we got to her place. As she handed me the fare, with a very good tip, she said, "you're a heck of a nice guy and I'd like your cell number so I can call you whenever I need a cab."

I told her that I didn't carry a cell, told her the days I worked, and explained how she could get me to come get her those days. I was surprised when she leaned forward and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I watched her get out of the cab and walk to her door, more than admiring what I saw. Unlike the other "girls" who worked at The Lounge, Marla wore very tight jeans that showed her nice ass and a pullover with a deep vee that gave a generous view of her impressive cleavage.

I'm married and had no desire whatsoever to cheat on my wife. She loves sex, always has multiple orgasms, and completely satisfies me. But, I couldn't help but appreciate Marla's body with more than a little curiosity of what the thing between her thighs would look and feel like.

Over the next couple of months, Marla and I became friends. She'd tell me about what was going on her life and I could tell her mine. If anything, it made my sex life with my wife even more complete as I could fantasize that I was doing to Lee as being done to Marla.

One of the best things about my blossoming friendship with Marla was the vast increase in desire to get it on with Lee, my wife. When got home for lunch, I would find her, cup one of her generous breasts in one hand, press my other to her crotch, and nuzzle her ear, inviting her to a "nooner". She never, ever turned me down or made an excuse.

When I met Lee, she had two kids and had never had an orgasm in her life. Her husband, her boyfriend for her entire life, had died in an accident when the kids were two and three and she'd raised them by herself, never dating or socializing. It was only when they were in High School that she thought of a man. I met her in the restaurant where she worked and, after several months, we began dating.