Home Truths

She sat on the edge of the bed and studied her husband's face. Her hair was still damp from the shower, she was naked except for the night gown that covered her skin. He looked at her, his head cocked in anticipation... what was it she wanted to discuss?

"Babe, I love you," she shifted her weight on the bed a little, clearly somewhat uncomfortable, "you know that, right?"

He frowned, what was this all about? "Uh... of course!" came his reply after a few seconds of contemplation.

She smiled, a little tension visibly releasing from her shoulders, "our marriage, our relationship... or friendship means everything to me!"

He frowned again, "I don't understand... what are you trying to say?" he knew his wife well enough to know when something was on her mind.

She let out a swift sigh. "Okay. I'm just gonna come out and say it..." another awkward pause... "I'm cheating on you."

He stared at her, his mouth open slightly, denial set in, he misheard her, right? "Sorry?" his voice was weak.

She nodded a mix of emotion on her face, she looked away, not being able to maintain eye contact, "I'm cheating on you. It's been going on for over a month."

He felt the acid burn of bile forcing its way up from his stomach "Who?"

"No one you know... I'm not a total bitch. I wouldn't do that to you!"

He regained his composure, anger now replacing the sense of sickness, "Like that makes any difference!" He protested.

"Just hear me out--"

He cut her off, "Hear you out? What--"

Now it was her turn to interrupt, she sat upright and fixed her husband's eyes with hers. "Babe, when was the last time we had sex, like proper, good sex?"

"I..." he couldn't answer that, he had been busy lately and, being tired and stressed all the time had made his libido tank.

"I have needs, and let's face it, you've never exactly been Zoro in the bedroom have you? She raised her hand to stop her husband from answering ,"babe, I love you but our sex life isn't great, it never has been. I know it's not your fault, you work long hours, you're tired, stressed, you don't have time to workout and your body reflects that. I'm not being shallow here, but sex is important to me. So... I didn't intend for it to happen, it just came out of nowhere. I met this guy at the gym, he's younger, he's handsome, he's ripped! But he's really nice, a real charmer. Anyway, we got chatting while sharing the squat rack one time and, well, there was this instant chemistry. After that we chatted every time we saw each other at the gym, chatting turned to flirting, we had coffee after our workouts, we exchanged numbers. But I need you to know, I never intended it to turn out like this."

He looked at he, she read his face, the pain etched across it broke her heart, but she needed to make this work.

"A month, you say?" his voice was weak.

"Yeah, I mean, we've been chatting for several months but we've only been having sex for a month now."

"Only?!?"

"I know how it sounds babe, but hear me out. I need this. I need a lover who can give me the satisfaction I need and deserve. I'm a woman, we're designed to have multiple orgasms with multiple partners, we don't go limp and fall asleep after one orgasm. We need another and another and..." she trailed off, pausing to bite her bottom lip before continuing... "well, he can give me that."

"Is he...?" he couldn't bring himself to finish the question.

"Hung? Yes, but it's not about that. I mean, sure, a big, hard cock feels great inside you, but a woman needs more than a cock to get off. I can get myself off if I want to. No, it's the intimacy, the chemistry, the fact that he has great stamina and knows his way around a woman's body, he really knows how to fuck... my God does he know!"

"Alright, don't rub it in!"

She rose to her feet and stepped to her husband, clutching his face between her hands, "look at me," she said softly, "I love you, it's just sex... really good sex, but just sex. He gives me nothing else. I always come back home to you. No one else ever needs to know. As far as our friends and family are concerned, we have a 'normal' marriage. But I need you blessing. I don't want to keep going behind your back, to keep deceiving you. It's not about you, it's about my pleasure, about freely expressing my sexuality."

He looked at her, the hurt resonating from his eyes, she smiled sympathetically and kissed him gently on the lips.

"I'm going to see him now, that's why I'm getting ready."

"Please don't..." he said meekly.

"I'm sorry babe. I'm not asking. I'm going to get my makeup and lingerie on, I'm going to visit my lover and we're going to have sex, lots of sex. Don't worry, I make sure he wears protection. But then, after I have gotten what I need from him, I'll come back home to you. Because it's you I love." She placed a gentle kiss on her husband's cheek, "you can help me get ready if you like..."

The End

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