It didn’t take long for Cassie’s grand bargain with her husband to show signs of unraveling. Frank, her prospective lover, balked at being on her, their schedule for sex.

His position was that she could call him when she wanted sex and, if he was not otherwise engaged he would be happy to fuck her. Furthermore, twice per month was not nearly enough sex for him, so they would certainly not be exclusive.

Cassie was concerned about the specter of STDs from his other activities, but her pussy made its own decision.

The first time she spent the night with Frank, her husband, Jim sat at home, unhappy and bored watching TV, so he went to bed early.

He also woke early in an empty bed and went to play golf. Cassie went to care for her grandsons directly from Frank. After lunching at the club, Jim got home to find his wife passed out on their bed. She was too tired to make dinner and too sore to let him fuck her.

Jim ordered Chinese take-out and as they ate, she promised to do better next time. She did give him head, described her night with Frank to titillate him and swallowed his cum when he came.

On her second night with Frank a week or so later, Jim decided to go out for dinner and drinks. He was at his local bar when a voice behind him said, “Hey sailor, buy a girl a drink?”

He turned to see Frank’s ex, Jill, standing there. “Hey Jill, pull up a stool; it’s good to see you. How are you? Are you still into only women?”

“No, not so much anymore; what I thought would be a group of loving women became too bitchy and back-biting. It’s just like any group: jealousy, cheating, and hassles. The only thing missing is a nice warm, hard, throbbing cock; instead it’s battery powered plastic or rubber. How are things with you?”

“You probably know that my wife is still fucking your ex, and tonight she is with him, which is why I’m here getting drunk. I think that answers your question.”

“Oh, right, I do know that. Frank told me about your arrangement.”

When she saw his look of surprise, she added, “Even I need a little taste of Frank now and again. You know, I always really enjoyed fucking you when we were all together. Why don’t we go up to my place and renew our friendship?”

Jim could think of no reason to say no. The sex was as good as he remembered; there was no trace of the man-hater he heard about from Frank.

While they recovered, Jill said, “You know, this arrangement of yours is doomed to fail.”

“It is her arrangement, not mine. I suspect you are right, but why do you think?”

“Two reasons: One, Frank’s male ego won’t rest until he gets Cassie to leave you. Two, he needs her to help him bring other men home for sex. He can’t admit he is a closet homosexual; he needs a woman so he can suck the cocks of bi guys she fucks.”

Jim was flabbergasted by this information. “No shit! But I guess he still has what you and Cassie want.”

“Jimmie, if you want to know the truth, he has too much for most of us; he tries to be careful but it hurts me when he reams his cock deep in me.

“You are much more my size and temperament. I don’t know how your wife takes it, I guess her plumbing is different.

“Why don’t you spend the night? You obviously have nothing to go home to, and I would enjoy having you here when I wake up. We can have wake-up sex. ”

Again, Jim said thank you. Unbeknownst to him, his wife cried Uncle and went home about midnight. She didn’t want to be worn out like last time. Being reclaimed after she was with Frank was some of the most satisfying sex she has had with Jim these days. To her disappointment, she slept alone.

After a pleasant awakening the next morning, Jim went to the office directly, noting a missed call from Cassie on his office phone. Feeling sure it was not good news, he ignored it and worked through the day.

At a meeting of the Board, it was decided that someone from this office must make regular monthly trips to the new division in Boston. On impulse, Jim volunteered.

His arrival home that afternoon was greeted by a grumpy wife, who wondered where he had spent the night. Instead of telling her, he informed her of the new work plan, making her more unhappy.

“You can come with me if you can stand to leave your big-dick lover for a few days,” he pointed out.

“Jim, what as come over you lately? You seem very changed.”

“Yes, I am changing, almost as we speak. You, on the other hand, changed some time ago, and I didn’t catch it, but I’m catching on now. You are obsessed with your orgasms and the guy who can make them happen. That is no longer me.

“I think I can only wish you well and go my own way. For what it’s worth, we have had a good run of it for many years, at least I have.” He was sad to be saying this to the woman whom he truly loved, even now.

“Jim, you are making too much of this thing with Frank. We have had this discussion many times now; he is a plaything, nothing more.”

“I’m less concerned about what he is than what I am. I’m your security blanket so you will have a place to come home to. I don’t want to be that anymore.”

Cassie’s face paled. “Are you divorcing me?”

“It seems a likely eventuality. I certainly intend to connect with Helen when I’m there and see where that goes.”

“This a lot to take in,” she said. “I must have been completely oblivious to the effect my sexual needs, no my wishes, have on you. You seemed willing to let me have sex with other men when it suits you, I couldn’t see why not for my enjoyment as well.”

“Well, I’m not OK with Frank in particular. On that subject, his ex asserts that he is a closet homosexual and will want you to fuck bi guys that he brings home so he can suck their cocks. You might watch for that and think about STDs from strange bi men; I know I don’t want to be in that daisy chain.”

They went to bed without touching each other. In the morning, Jim awoke with Cassie clinging to him. “Please don’t leave me, Jim, I couldn’t stand it.”

“Cassie, I can no longer believe that I’m the most important person in your life, certainly not the best lover. The very likelihood that you will initiate sex with me chills me; I probably couldn’t get hard, knowing that I’m, at best, second best. I never felt that way before your Frank obsession.”

“How can I convince you otherwise?” She asked.

“Why don’t you contemplate that while I’m away?”

“You said I could go with you.”

“To which you responded by arguing with me to let you keep fucking Frank. I withdraw the offer. I’ll be gone for probably a week; Frank wouldn’t like that.”

“Stop bringing Frank into this!” She shouted, and ran into the bathroom and locked the door.

Jim used the guest bathroom and, after packing a bag, went to work. He left for Boston from there.