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Married Sex Love Triangle

 Couple silhouette, kissing, Married Sex Love Triangle

Erotic Story Submitted By BobJJ123

John Kirschmann was a happy man that morning as his wife had awakened him early with the overtures for good sex. It'd been a while since the sex had been good, and John had been a bit concerned with his wife's apparent lack of interest. However, he loved and adored his wife as much as the day he had married her some eight years ago.

John was generally contented with his lot in life. He adored his wife and family; had a good job in a profession he enjoyed. He loved his son and daughter, and he was comfortable with their nearly paid home.

Oh, he knew that he spoiled his wife, gave in to her wants and extravagances. But, it gave John pleasure to please his wife and provide for her. He had reservations but raised no objections when she decided to go to work in real estate sales. Then, when she wanted the little red sports car, John reasoned that she had bought it with her own money.

So John Kirschmann awoke that morning a very happy man as he felt his wife's hot breath and tongue on his already stiff cock. Betts hadn't done that in years, and he reveled in his good fortune, never once wondering about the reason for her sudden lusty attitude. As she ministered to his cock with her mouth and lips, he wanted to return the favor and pulled her over him so that they were soon locked in a 69 position; passions rose fast.

As John felt the light caresses from her lips and the suction from her mouth, his passions rising, he maneuvered his tongue expertly into her already moist slit and around her exposed clit in response. Minutes passed as the two lovers followed familiar paths to fulfill their needs. John had learned to love the taste of her lubricant as it flowed from her vagina in response to his tongue's ministrations.

Of course, the mutual oral stimulation, while it might lead to a peak of sorts, was not their primary goal. When they kissed a deep soul kiss, John thought he tasted himself in her mouth even though he had not ejaculated. Their hands were constantly moving in light caresses as John and Betts continued to stimulate each other.

Betts was on top and leading the lovemaking, something she hadn't done in a very long time. John had been the one to initiate their lovemaking recently, and again, he reveled in his good fortune. Then, suddenly, too suddenly for John, Betts rolled off him and drew him over her.

John recognized her moves immediately and moved over her into the missionary position where he felt his cock being positioned over Betts wanting vagina. He looked into her eyes, and they had a strange detached look even as his cock sank into her waiting pussy. The look alarmed him.

Then, in response to his wife's urging, he was soon fucking, and the look was forgotten. It was the best copulation that John had experienced since the children were born - Betts seemed eager and vibrant in her actions, and she brought out long-forgotten feelings that John continued to revel in.

After a few minutes, John felt his pending ejaculation and voiced it to Betts, who simply renewed her own participation in the act and brought him off in a flurry of chaotic feelings.

As they lay together after the act, John realized that Betts hadn't gotten off. She hadn't peaked, and again he was alarmed. He talked to her about this matter and was told simply; it was OK - sometimes women simply don't do it. Then it was time to arise, meet the day and be off to work, kids to school, etc.

John spent a busy day at the office, more than once wanting to call Betts at work but respected her admonition never to call her at work. At 5:30, he arrived home to find the kids at home with no adult present. Alarmed, he called Betts office and was told that she didn't work there anymore - they had no idea where she might be.

For the next week, it was pandemonium as John tried to care for his kids and household as well as work and explain his wife's absence to family and friends. Not knowing where she was or when she'd return, he made up a story about a business trip, and though it was an unlikely story, it was his best effort. He worried. His work suffered. His kids were tense and concerned.

It was in the middle of her third week absent from their home that John returned home to find her there, caring for the kids and cooking dinner as though nothing had happened.

Seeing her there, John was filled with mixed emotions. Part of him wanted to throw her out and be done with her while another part of him wanted to take her back and make things right again. "Where the hell have you been?" he asked.

Betts offered no excuses or explanations saying simply, "I had to get away." and offered no explanation as to where she'd been or what she'd been doing. She seemed to be saying, "I'm back. Take me or leave me." John thought of the kids and the family and friends, and deep down, he still loved her.

That night, they slept together in the same bed, but Betts was too tired. Days passed, and life got back to normal as John accepted her lack of explanation, and he found that he still loved her. She remained close to home, with no outside job, and performed her household duties well. It was nearly a month before John was able to get her to fuck him, and then, it was the old business as usual.

Another year passed, then two, and Betts had accepted another real estate agent's job. She did well at the job and made good money, which she used to trade in her red sports car for a new one. She bought new clothes and dressed to the nines. She was honored as a salesperson of the month. John soon fell into the comfortable routine as before and continued to treat Betts as a queen, but somehow, the old spark was gone. He found friends at work and in the community where he was both appreciated and liked. It was still a good life.

Then, suddenly, as before, she was gone. Betts and some of her clothing and her little red sports car simply disappeared. A call to her workplace turned up nothing, and a check with the hospitals and police were fruitless. As before, John was sick with grief and made the same lame excuses to family and friends. A week passed.

After a week, John went to his company lawyers and got a referral to the best family relations lawyer available where he carefully outlined his situation and needed advice. Another week passed, and John had an order for separation from his wife, sole custody of the kids, a restraining order barring her from their home, and from approaching he or the kids. At the same time, he canceled all the credit cards and bank accounts that his wife had access to. Proceedings for divorce were started. It was a sad and busy time for John and trying one for his kids. It was also a sad time because, deep down, he loved Betts, and part of him still wanted her back.

During that second week, as he spent considerable time in the law offices of Hendley, Swink, and Gross, family relations counsel, he noticed a rather plain-looking legal secretary who seemed to take special notice of him. Actually, she had been assigned to his case and was about to interview him regarding his home and family life. Then, she approached him. "Come with me, please," she ordered, and John followed her to the cubicle where she was to interview him.

At noon, the interview was still in progress as the two people involved talked more and more from a personal point of view with their own bias. John learned that the woman's name was Nan and that she also had two kids about his own kids' ages. Her husband left her for a homosexual group home where he remained unemployed and had no visible income. She got no child support and no help with the kids, yet the courts had granted her ex visitation rights to the kids.

John had suggested they go to lunch together, and she reported that she only had half an hour and that they'd have to take up the rest of her interview the next day. When John arrived at 11 o'clock, he found Nan busy with some legal emergency. He waited patiently until nearly 11:30, at which time Mr. Swink came out and apologized for the delay and suggested that there would be a deduction for legal time on his bill to cover his inconvenience.

A few minutes later, Nan hurried up to him and directed him back to her office cubicle, where her desk looked precisely as it had the day before. She quickly turned on the recorder and recommenced the interview. As the noon hour passed, the interview continued, and at 12:30, Mr. Swink came out and suggested that perhaps Nan would take John to a nice lunch at company expense. "Take your time. Nan, you've been working too hard. Take a couple of hours."

So, it was arranged, and they went off to the Sand Dollar restaurant for an expensive dinner. As they ate and talked and enjoyed the respite from their busy day, they became more intimate in their discussions. They spoke about single parenthood and the dating scene, which neither seemed to particularly care about. They talked about their lives and related to each other as only single parents could. On their return to the law offices, they had become friends and completed the interview after the usual office hours.

Over the next weeks, John and Nan saw each other frequently, first in a professional capacity and then as friends. When John was invited to Nan's little apartment for dinner, he brought his son and daughter, and after introductions, they were all friends. It became an easy relationship. Then, when the discussion of child care came up, it was determined that Nan was strapped for money to pay for child care. Further discussion brought out a plan - a plan for both single-parent families to live in John's big house and employ a full-time housekeeper and child caregiver. With the money Nan saved on rent, she could start a college fund for her kids.

It was one month to the day when Nan moved into John's big house. Nan would have the guest bedroom at the rear of the house. The two girls would occupy the adjacent children's room, and the two boys would occupy the other children's room neat John's master bedroom. They would share the work and child-rearing duties.

Within a week, a routine had been established. John arose first, showered, and met the day before preparing coffee and breakfast. Nan prepared dinner simply because she was an excellent cook. The kids learned to live well together. There was not even a hint at sex by either Nan or John of further intimacy. Soon, the put-to-gather family was functioning well.

It was a warm Saturday morning, when all the doors and windows were open, that Nan and John sat at the breakfast table enjoying an extra cup of coffee and discussing the plans for the kids' activities for the day when it happened. When John looked up, he saw his ex-wife, hair in tangles, dirty and smelling of body odor glaring at him and demanding, "Who the hell is this?" as she looked spotted Nan. What's going on here?"

When John arose and walked to his office in the den and returned with the brown manila envelope, Betts was walking to meet him with a look of fear in her eyes. John said simply, "You don't live here anymore. You are forbidden from seeing the kids, and you're out of here." As Betts screamed, "You can't do that." her eyes grew wide with fear. John said softly, "It's already done."

As she left the house, Betts was sobbing hysterically and screaming, "I'll get a lawyer, and we'll see." Then she was gone, and luckily the children hadn't seen her.

That afternoon, John received a call from Bett's father requesting a meeting, and John agreed to meet him immediately at a coffee shop across town. It was a good intermediate point between them and usually quiet. It was a painful meeting as Bett's father asked for details and offered what he knew. Betts could not be trusted. She was not a good mother for the kids. He still loved her, but he could never be friends with her again. She had hurt him and showed no remorse. Her father offered no rebuttal in her defense.

With Bets back in town, times began to get rocky as she sought lawyers to fight John. He was deposed by several lawyers seeking to bring court actions, and his work suffered from his absence. There were frequent telephone calls - some anonymous. John became tense and unfairly took it out on his kids for minor offenses in the home.

At the same time, Nan had become more attentive. She prepared nice meals, kept the house shipshape, and kept herself open to any of John's communications. She was solid support for John, and he recognized it. He apologized frequently. When he received a court summons to a custody hearing regarding his ex-wife's claim that he was an immoral influence on the children, and she wanted to remove them from John's home, he was outraged.

At this point, he took leave from his job and fought his anger and frustration as he prepared for the custody hearing. It was at the hearing that he felt himself losing control. He heard lies about his moral conduct. He heard Nan's name drug through the mud. He heard lies so preposterous that it seemed inconceivable that anyone would believe them. Still, the lawyers pressed their case.

Then, it was his turn, and his lawyer stood to refute each and every claim that had been presented. He spoke, Yes, he and Nan did live in the same house but occupied different bedrooms. Yes, she was a single parent, and she needed the accommodations that she could afford. And the list went on. Still, John fumed.

As the closing arguments were presented and the case drew to a close, the Judge announced that he would review the arguments and render his decision on the following Monday. In the meantime, all the court orders were to remain in force.

Monday, five days away... five days of indecision and fear that he might lose custody of the kids. John was soon on the verge of a breakdown as he waited.

After their return from the hearing, Nan had prepared a delicious dinner with candlelight and soft music only to have her efforts go virtually unnoticed. As she worked, she felt the anguish and the pain nearly as much as John, yet she carried on.

That night, she lay in her bed, awake most of the night as she heard John moving about in the master bedroom. By Sunday night, things about the joint household had grown grim. The children had sensed the gravity of the situation and were quietly worried. Nan had persevered best as she provided support for all the others, but by Sunday night, she was exhausted and in need of support herself.

Sunday night, everyone in the joint household retired early and sought sleep. The children, seemingly least affected, were soon were sound asleep. John was exhausted from his anguish as he waited for the court's decree, he lay awake and tossed and turned - then, with no hope of sleep, he arose and got a book to read. He had no interest in the book - it was only a diversion.

Then, he began to sob to get a release that he so desperately needed. Down the hall, Nan, also exhausted and sleepless heard a child's call from the girl's room and responded to offer comfort and a glass of water to John's daughter. Soon, with Nan's soothing comforting, the girl was fast asleep. As she closed the door to the girls' room and started back to her own, she hears John, quietly sobbing and turned immediately to investigate.

In answer to her quiet knock, John bade her come in and turned to greet her. One look at the man she had come to love and admire told of the pain and anguish he felt and the deep concern he had for his kids and future. With a strength she didn't know she had, Nan moved to offer support. First, she remade the bed and got John a glass of milk and a sandwich which he accepted with thanks. Then, she led him to the bathroom, where she washed his face.

She then led him to his bed, and after getting him positioned, she tucked him in much as one would tuck in a small child. John lay quietly now, and she kissed him lightly on the cheek and moved to leave. As she reached the door, John called out quietly, "Don't go." Nan hesitated; then, turned and returned to the bed where she simply turned back the covers and slid up behind John, spooning him and holding him close. She felt his body heat through her pajamas and his nervous trembling as she offered her body warmth for support.

Together, they found strength, and soon John's trembling had stopped. Neither knew exactly when they found sleep, but it was already morning when Nan awakened and, seeing the time, rushed to get the kids up for breakfast and school. She felt refreshed and renewed after her sleep, and with her fresh smile, she ready laughed and soon had the kids relaxed.

Then, with them off to school, she went to awaken John - he barely had time to get ready for the court date. John also awoke with renewed strength and energy and found his tensions eased. At 10 o'clock, he sat in the Judge's chambers with the assorted court officials, lawyers, and, of course, his ex-wife. He wished Nan could be at his side. As the Judge opened the case and got the court's business in order, John again felt the pit of fear in his stomach. Then, the Judge began to read his decision, and John heard that the divorce decree granted.

He heard the Judge state that Betsy Kirschmann would be required to pay the amount of two hundred dollars a month to support the children. Finally, the court would grant full custody of the children to John Kirschmann for a period of three years. After that time, if his ex-wife had faithfully lived up to the court's order and demonstrated that she was a competent parent, it might reconsider.

Suddenly, the ordeal was over. He could get on with his life and family. He felt the elation of his victory but no real joy, his ex-wife was suffering, and he realized that he still had feelings for her. His lawyers were engaging him in last-minute details. It was total chaos. Then, he escaped to the waiting area of the court building and to Nan who was waiting there.

As John approached her, Nan had a sense of victory in his demeanor and rushed to meet him. They embraced, and she felt his elation flow into her. They talked for a few minutes, and John spoke, "I've got to get to my job. That's if I still have a job. I'll see you tonight." Then, as they parted, John spoke again, "I love you, Nan," and he was gone.

The day passed too quickly as John worked diligently at his job. He quickly prioritized his work and handled the most demanding first. It was satisfying, and when he happened to glance up from his task, he noticed that the office was dark, closing time long since past. Then, recognizing his error in not calling Nan to tell her he'd be late, he made the belated call. Nan accepted his apology and urged him to hurry home. It was nearly 9 o'clock when John arrived home laden with guilt and hurried into the house, expecting to be chastised.

The living room was dark, and the house quiet, with the only light coming from his upstairs master bedroom. Then, as he entered the bedroom, he found it dimly lit by candles and Nan lying on the bed in a sheer chiffon negligee. Momentarily stunned, this was not what he had expected.

He stopped to survey the woman on the bed. Shoulder length black hair, blue eyes, pale complexion, and full lips. He remembered her 5' -6" frame, well-rounded hips, and ample breasts and wondered how he'd ever thought she was plain. He moved towards the bed as he felt his body quicken and respond to the womanly emanations he was receiving from Nan.

He knew that he loved Nan - that had developed over the past months, but until he had stood at the bedroom door, moments ago, sex had not been part of the equation. It certainly was as he approached the bed! As he approached closer, he saw the same desire and needs in her eyes that had thundered over himself only moments before.

He heard her say that the kids were spending the night at her folks and that dinner was on hold in the oven. In her eyes was an invitation to join her on the bed, and he did. As John lay down next to her on the bed, he carefully observed Nan's bare skin, now only slightly covered by the chiffon negligee and matching pale green bra and panties.

The thrill of the moment matched anything he had ever experienced before, and he felt like a high school kid on his first date. He tried to recall any similar moments and realized there were none in his previous relationship. When John turned to kiss her on the cheek, she also turned, and their lips met in a friendly, warm kiss that spoke of so much more, When Nan's tongue entered his mouth, he was ready, and their oral digits performed a fiery dance of passion that expressed their growing desires.

As they kissed, their bodies drew closer in a tight embrace, and they felt the heat of each other's bodies through their clothing and, unlike the previous evening, brought out new lust and new demands. Nan felt John's cock pressing against her belly and wondered briefly how it might compare with her only other experience with a man's organ. Now, their hands roved freely over each other's clothed bodies, and they continued to communicate their needs through body language and through their eyes. When Nan started to move her lips downward across his chest and navel, John realized what she was doing.

Nan heard about the 'deep throat' technique, she'd never tried it, and after a moment's consideration decided to try it. She took the crown of his cock into her mouth and wetted the entire length with his saliva; then, she bent her head back and positioned the cock for penetration into her throat and with all in readiness, she took a deep breath and rammed the massive organ past her tonsils and into her throat before taking it all in. As she withdrew the cock from her mouth, it was with a sense of accomplishment. She hadn't gagged. As John realized her intentions, he knew that he must return the favor.

He had often performed cunnilingus on his ex-wife, and under her guidance and direction, he had become quite accomplished. He moved over and spread the negligée open; hen removed her panties with some help from Nan. Then, he applied his lips to the womanly slit, first at the bottom, then, over the vagina and up to her clit, which remained shrouded under her labia.

With his thumbs, he parted those nether lips, and with an experts touch, he brought the most exquisite pleasure to her. When she felt John's lips on her pussy, she knew she was in for a first. Her ex-husband had always refused to do it for her. She also sensed that John was good at it and gave her best to their sixty-nine action in return. In only a few moments, she realized that she had underestimated how good and felt an orgasm beginning to develop.

Hoping to keep pace with John, she sought to restrain her peak, but it was hopeless, and she quickly surrendered to the feelings that overwhelmed her and gave up on servicing John's cock. It was simply too much and her mind as she was on overload.

John was keenly aware of what was happening to Nan, and he did his best to encourage it. When her mouth dropped away from his cock, he was so involved in her situation that he hardly noticed. Then it was over, and each of the lovers lay in a lessened state of arousal as they prepared for the next phase, which was already developing. They kissed and communicated their love with their eyes. There was an urgency to continue their quest for satisfaction.

Nan rolled on her back and spread her legs - an invitation to John to climb over her and into the missionary position. A last look into her eyes, and John saw only passion, unsuppressed passion, and a wild look that spoke of her needs. He only hoped he could satisfy those needs as he positioned himself to put his recuperated cock into her waiting pussy.

As Nan rose to meet him, he sank his tool deep into her vagina. He reveled in the warm, velvety smooth friction that he received from her well-lubricated love canal and drove himself deeply where he felt his crown against her cervix. A glance into her eyes told him she had experienced pain, and he stopped his movement. Nan spoke softly, "It's been a long time. Please be gentle with me."

Hearing this, John lost all his urgency and was overcome with tenderness - the kind that lovers alone possess. He waited and worked with Nan as they became familiar and learned each other's needs. Then came cooperation and finally, unity in their actions, sometimes gently, sometimes violently but always in collaboration.

Their coitus was no longer just fucking but an instrument of expressing their love and devotion to each other. As John had quit his domineering attitude, an attitude that he had always needed with his ex-wife, he found Nan more and more assertive and continually bringing new pleasures to their act.

Then, responding to some new and uncontrollable urge, John began to drive himself into Nan's waiting pussy. The intensity that had brought pain minutes ago disappeared as her muscles relaxed, and she pursued the thrusting with vigor. When the crown of John's cock crashed into her cervix, she only released an animal grunt of satisfaction, and her eyes, wild with passion, sought only more.

Over her, John began to wonder if he had the stamina to keep up with this woman he loved. He fucked wildly and with a reckless abandon that was strictly animal in nature. Then, with John at the end of his endurance, he felt Nan's orgasm thunder over her, and her body goes limp in response. As she cried out, she felt the first spurt of John's hot juice. Then, another and another in quick succession.

She lay relaxed in the glory of their peak. Moments passed as John lay over her with his now nearly flaccid cock still embedded in her vagina. They lay silently, eyes closed, reveling in what they had done together.

Gradually, the envelope of peace and serenity settled over them, and they bathed in their pleasure. In due time, Nan asked the age-old question of lovers after their act, "Was it good for you?" John answered in the time-honored fashion, "It was the best." They talked and moved apart to better accommodate aching muscles, but they were still more intimate than they had ever been.

It was three weeks later that Nan and John were married. Their boys served as Best Man and Groomsman, and their girls served as Maid of Honor and Bridesmaid. There were only a dozen guests at the small church wedding, and the reception was held at a small Italian restaurant where the dinner was served with Chianti. The entertainment was the opera singer that usually only worked on Saturday nights. Everyone agreed it was a beautiful wedding.

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