Dana Bumpett - Time out for sex!

He thought about her boss, Chuck Brennen, and wondered if the older man would try to put the moves on Dana, and figured he probably would. Hell, any man in his right mind, would, he told himself. Dana was a stunning redhead. In his mind images of Dana and Chuck fucking flashed vividly. He tried to block them out, but they kept coming, getting stronger and stronger. He felt tempted to rush to the airport and get on the first plane to the Bahamas and find out if what he suspected was true, as it wasn't just Chuck he was worried about. Dana was a very hot-blooded woman, who loved her sex, and she could be the one doing the seducing, not the other way around. Or, he thought with a touch of agony in his chest, half a dozen other men.

He was still trying to block those images out of his mind when he became aware of someone ringing the front door bell. He shook his head to clear it and stood up, trying to move his stiff cock around to where it wouldn't be so noticeable, and went to answer to door. When he opened it, he found a stunning, blonde nearly as tall as he was standing on his front steps, a smile trying to hide the concern in her eyes. "Mr. Carroll?" she asked in a low, husky voice.

"Yes?"

"I'm a Mary Brennen."

It took a moment for him to put the name in perspective, but then he realized that this was the wife of his wife's boss. "I…please, won't you come in," he said, standing to one side and allowing her to enter.

As she did, he took a good look at her, both front and back. While she had to be in her early forties, the woman was a knockout. She had a pair of tits that just cried to be released from the confines of her bra and blouse, a narrow waist, one of the greatest asses he had ever seen under a skirt, and a pair of legs that went on forever. He closed the door absently as she entered and took a seat in the large leather chair across from the couch. He quickly sat down opposite her, wondering what she wanted, feeling the twitch of his cock in his pants again.

"You're probably wondering why I'm here," she said, speaking softly, but without hesitation.

"Well, to be frank, yes. Ah, look, Mrs. Brennen…"

"Please, just Mary."

"All right. Mary, would you care for something to drink? Coffee, a soft drink?"

"Do you have any Scotch?" she asked, arching her eyebrows slightly.

"Sure," he told her, standing up quickly and moving to the small bar against the wall. "How would you like it?"

"Neat, please," she replied, leaning back in her seat.

He quickly fixed her a double, mixing a gin and tonic for himself. He had a feeling he was going to need it. He carried her drink to her, his eyes darting down to the swell of her tits against her blouse and felt himself blush slightly, feeling like a schoolboy in the presence of this older, more mature woman. He turned away and sat down to hide his discomfort, taking a large sip of his drink.

"Now," Mary began, "I have reason, good reason, to believe that my husband is probably having an affair with your wife. I don't think it's been going on for long, and perhaps only started when they went away together, but unless you and your wife are very secure in your marriage, I would bet everything I have that they are having an affair."

Steve's worst fears came back to haunt him. This woman seemed so sure of herself, of her husband, and she had touched a nerve with her statement about the security of his marriage to Dana. He felt confusion and anger, but didn't know where the anger was directed at. At himself for ignoring his wife's needs for the past year, with Dana for being so sexual, or with Chuck for putting the moves on her.

"Mr. Carroll, Steve, may I ask you a personal question?" she said softly.

"Sure," he replied, his voice sounding weak, even to his own ears.

"Do you and your wife have a good, strong, solid marriage?"

Did they? he wondered. At one time he would have thought so, but maybe he wasn't so sure anymore. "I…I don't know. We used to, but, well for about the past year I guess I've been spending more time at work than with my wife."

"I see," Mary told him. "I guess that puts the two of us in pretty much the same boat."

"What do you mean?" he asked, curious about her tone.

"For the past few years I have devoted myself to my charity works and other things, pretty much ignoring my husband and his…needs. We used to have a fairly good sex life when we first got married, but I came from a very puritan background and believed that sex was a duty to be performed by the wife. As a result, I never seemed to get the pleasure out of it that other women do.

"After a while, Chuck became less and less demanding on me, for which I was grateful, little realizing that he was going elsewhere to satisfy his lusts. Even when I did realize it, I guess I sort of accepted it. As long as he was out relieving himself with other women, he wouldn't be pestering me for sex. But now I'm not so sure that it was the right thing to do."

Steve looked at her and could see the pain and anguish in her eyes. He saw something else-the love the woman had for her husband, despite everything else, and the need to hang on to him at any cost, even if it meant putting aside the beliefs she had been raised with. With a shock, he realized he was feeling the exact same thing himself for Dana. He loved Dana with all his heart, and would do anything he had to do to make their marriage right again.

"What do you suggest we do?" he finally asked, wondering if she had a plan.

"I'm not sure," she replied hesitantly. "About a month ago I started going to a therapist, trying to get over some of my inhibitions about sex. She suggested that I find a surrogate lover to help me. Perhaps someone younger, who could teach me the things that a man likes, since I seem to be too shy to ask my husband to teach me. I…I would feel a little foolish after all the years we've been together."

As she spoke, Steve could feel his nine-inch cock jerking in his jeans and wondered if she were asking him to do what he thought she was. She went on before he could speak.

"When I first saw your wife, I knew that my husband would try to get her into bed. She is a very beautiful woman, and my husband can be very persuasive at times. When they took off together, I knew in my heart what was happening and decided that this would be the time to make the changes in myself. If I don't make them now, I may never get another chance."

"What…what's this got to do with me?" Steve asked, the blood pounding in his temples.

Mary blushed slightly, taking a sip of her Scotch before speaking. "Well, when I saw Dana, I figured that any woman that beautiful had to have a good-looking husband, and I was right," she added with a soft smile. "I also figured that if I were going to have an affair, sort of, that it should be with the husband of the wife my husband is fooling around with."

Steve was stunned at what he was hearing. He gulped down his drink, setting his glass down on the coffee table between them with shaking fingers. "You mean…you want us…me and you, too…"

"Oh, perhaps I shouldn't have come," Mary blurted out, turning beet-red as she set her glass down and stood up.

"No! Wait!" Steve called as he leaped to his feet and stepped around the small table to face her. "Look, you're probably right. Your husband and my wife are probably down there fucking their brains out with one another," he said, seeing her blush at the use of the word fuck. "And…well, Mary, I would be more than honored to help you overcome your inhibitions. Hell, any red-blooded man would. I was just a little surprised, that's all."

Mary looked him directly in the eyes, which she was able to do with her heels on, wondering if she were doing the right thing. Steve Carroll was one hell of a good- ooking man, that was for sure, and he could probably teach her all she needed to know to please her husband, but she wondered if she had the guts to actually go through with it. She had been a virgin on her wedding night and had never done anything with any other man. The thought had never even crossed her mind, but when her therapist told her that if she didn't get over her hangup, that she would be doomed to a life of misery, or even a possible divorce, she had decided to go for it.