Peggy and I met in our Sophomore year at a small Pennsylvania College. She was a cheerleader, blond, athletic, dimples, pleated skirt, tight sweater over great looking tits, I watched her more than the game. Later that week, I saw her at the school library, and got up the nerve to go up and talk to her.
We had a lot in common, both from small Pennsylvania towns, both Christian, both conservative, and both with goals in life. We started to date and have been together ever since.
We married a year after College, and moved to Cleveland Ohio. I had a job for a Market Research company, and Peggy taught Art at a Jr. High School. After two years of marriage we had a son, and Peggy stopped work to be a stay at home mom. Over the years, I’ve progressed at work and have become an Assistant Vice President of one of our sales divisions. Peggy started to work part time at a local community center after our son, Josh entered elementary school.
Our sex life has always been great for me. Peggy has never lost her cheerleader body, or her athletic ways. She has always been willing to be experimental in bed, and we’ve tried many things we saw in various porno movies we’ve occasionally rented. As we approached our seventh year of marriage however, I noticed we had fallen into a routine. We’d have sex about two or three times each week, always at night, usually after the late night news. We’d kiss for a while, then I’d work my way down and eat her pussy until she was wet and moaning, I’d put my dick in, and we’d fuck until I came. It usually seemed like she also came, I worked at lasting long enough for her to get off. About every 10 times, she’d start on me, and give me a blow job. Almost never to completion, usually once I was hard, she’d slow down, and we’d fuck instead. We’d done anal a few times, but Peggy felt it hurt and was not that sanitary. I’d stick my finger up her ass during sex sometimes, but she never did that to me.
As we neared our seventh anniversary, I asked her if she was ever bored with our sex life, and did she ever fantasize about another guy. She admitted that sometimes she thought of movie or TV guys, or visualized a person she saw on the street. I felt that was normal, I thought of other women also. The more we talked about these fantasies, the more excited we both would get. Just the mention of another person, and we’d head for bed. Our sex life was actually getting better. Somehow we decided that we’d pick one night and really do the deed. The deal was we’d both find another lover for one night. It could be a co-worker, or a bar pick up, but we’d each do another person, so we’d have a story to bring back to our marriage bed. We also agreed that we’d do it at the other person’s place or a hotel, but not at home. We picked August 14th, the week before our seventh anniversary as the day. We also agreed that we wouldn’t tell each other who we’d be with until after the fact. That way there would be no influence on who we might choose.