An Alternative Marriage (closed)

[Biker_Faerie]

Melissa Patterson breathed a silent sigh of relief as her husband, Mike, climbed off and lay down beside her on the plush bed with its expensive linen sheets. She was glad it was over. It had been seven or eight minutes of unsatisfying sex... for both of them.

Things had been getting worse for a while now, but they'd soldiered on, neither wanting to disappoint the other. Gradually over a period of several years they'd fallen into their current routine where, once a week, she would lie back and fake her appreciation as he climbed onto her missionary style and pushed himself into her barely moist vagina. This would then be followed by a few minutes of him pounding away, until eventually she would feel his cock twitch as he emptied himself into her. It was a far cry from their younger days when sex had been exciting and fun, but at least it allowed them to maintain the illusion of intimacy.

Over the last few months however, Mike had more than once failed to maintain an erection as he fucked her, and that was what had happened this evening. Melissa hated that she couldn't satisfy her man, even if he hadn't satisfied her in ages.

It was especially disappointing as they'd arranged the vacation in New York with the unspoken understanding that they were going to try and rekindle their sex life. They'd both made an effort, Mike had booked a very nice hotel just off Central Park and not too far from Fifth Avenue and Melissa had bought a couple of very flattering dresses and some new lingerie for the occasion. That evening, they'd taken a limo to a very nice restaurant then afterwards had a couple of drinks in the hotel bar before going up to their room. They'd done everything right but the end result had been disappointment all the same.

Melissa wasn't naive enough to think that they could recapture their youth, she and Mike were in their late thirties now, with successful careers to juggle. But what worried her was that she'd seen similar things happen to friends. Some had given up on sex completely, others compensated by having affairs and of course some got divorced. None of these options appealed to Melissa. She loved Mike. He was and always had been her soulmate.

Then there had been the chance discovery a month or so ago of some porn videos that Mike had been watching on line. They were from a series called 'Wanna fuck me gotta fuck him'. They all had the same theme, two bi guys and a girl. Melissa knew Mike occasionally watched porn, all guys did, though she had been a little surprised and also a little worried by his choice of subject matter. It hadn’t disgusted her though. It wasn’t as if it had been gay porn

Melissa got up off the bed and took a trip to the bathroom to freshen up. As she brushed her teeth it became clear to her that they had to confront the elephant in the room before it was too late. When she came back into the bedroom she sat back down on the bed then snuggled against her husband.

"I love you," she told him. "But our sex life isn't working and i think we need to face up to it."

 

[susurrus]

Sixteen years. It's a long time to be with one person. Oh, sure you knew your parents and siblings from your very beginning, but choosing one and sticking with them…

He'd met Lissa at a college party. She was with a group of friends. Like any herd animal, the trick was to cut the one you wanted from that herd, because once you started coming at them, they stayed in a group because that's where the safety was. She wasn't even the one he was after at the time. No, there was a chick with green highlights in her hair with an even lower-cut top than any of the rest of the group. At that time, her high beams were on, whether she realized it or not, and Mike had had just enough to drink, that was the cue he needed to attempt to make a move.

Not going into the finer details of what it took to get that one girl - she was going by the name "Raven," but he was pretty sure, even in his buzzed state, that that wasn't her real name - away from the rest, it didn't take long to figure out that, looks aside, she wasn't the one he wanted.

The alcohol he'd had gave him one try and he'd blown it. He watched his buddies zero in on their choices for the night and walk away with females on their arms.

As the members of the party split off into twos - and a few threes - of varying combinations, he realized he was going to have nothing but a hangover to show for the evening, so he grabbed a couple bottles of water and went outside to find a place to mope.

As he passed a landscaping boulder on the way to the air conditioner unit, he came across her. She looked about the way he felt. She was pretty. He didn't think he was bad-looking. He remembered her as one of Raven's herd. On second glance, and with the effects of the evening's imbibing wearing off, he realized she was actually far better looking than the green-highlighted chick, and after only a few minutes conversation, realized she was a whole heck of a lot smarter and funnier.

He didn’t even mind that he didn’t get laid that night. That one encounter, however, led to dates, which eventually did lead to sex. When he finally saw her naked, it was everything he’d hoped. She was perfect.

That ice broken, they fucked like rabbits, in every position, in every location, Wherever they thought they wouldn’t get caught (and even a few where they very easily could have) they fucked. Lissa blew him, he ate her, his cock in her somehow… it was fun.

They kept in contact after graduation, meeting when they could (where they fucked till daybreak and beyond), and a couple years later, wedding bells chimed.

It’s often observed how marriage changes people. The joke is that “wedding cake reduces a woman’s libido by fifty percent.” It has its effect on a man, too. Suddenly, the responsibility isn’t just you. It’s necessary to think about both of you and what kind of impact your decisions might have on the relationship. It’s a pressure not normally felt when you’re single, regardless how serious you are with your significant other.

Mike and Lissa concentrated a lot of energy on getting their careers going, so much so that when the question arose regarding starting a family, the decision was, “Let’s let Fate decide.” During this time, they fucked again and again, without safeguards, letting Nature make the choice for them. After a while, they concluded Fate had decided, “Not you.”

Sex was great for a long time. Oh, Mike turned to masturbation on occasion, but mostly, it wasn’t necessary…

Until it was.

Lissa’s work was taking off, as was his. He was still horny, but her priorities were to home and job. Oh, they still had sex, but it went from three or four times a week to a couple, to once, to, “Maybe tomorrow.” And when “tomorrow” actually arrived, it played out roughly the same each time. Oh, he came, but he could tell her mind was elsewhere, and it affected him.

He still loved his wife, madly, but more and more, he found he needed to turn to his hand for “scratching that itch.” Online, he found the wild, crazy world sex could be. Things he’d never even imagined (watersports, tying people up and doing things to them, stuff like that) were regular sexual acts for some people. Sometimes he was surprised that some of these things turned him on.

Bisexuality was a biggie. Oh, he loved the hell out of seeing two women together, but watching guys suck and fuck each other… holy shit. It got to a point where he wondered what it would be like to have a cock in his mouth and feel it fuck his ass. He got to where - especially when he watched bi porn - when he came, he shot in his hand and licked it up. The taste wasn’t especially wonderful, but he got used to it.

That wasn’t the extent of his online sexual adventures, but that kind of thing was right toward the top. He still loved the hell out of women, head-to-toe. Men, he still didn’t really understand what women saw in them, but below the belt… that was where his interest lay there.

When the suggestion came to get away from home and have a nice vacation for a change, he booked a hotel in New York, someplace they’d talked about, but had never actually made it to. He got them tickets to a Broadway show and reservations at a couple of really nice restaurants, and there was plenty to see and do, even without any plans.

Lissa had bought outfits – both outer and inner – for the trip. She looked spectacular in it all, but when they tried having sex, it seemed like the same, cookie-cutter thing they’d been doing the last several years.

When Lissa finally said out loud what Mike knew they'd both been thinking for a while, he was silent a few seconds before replying.

"Much as I hate to admit it, you're right. The big question that comes up is: what do we do about it? Larry at work got divorced over a sex life that'd lost its spark. You aren't saying you want that? Do we need counseling? What? I love you too much to go Larry's route. That seems like giving up, and I don't want to give up."

 

[Biker_Faerie]

At least Mike agreed there was a problem, Melissa thought to herself as she listened to him. She wasn’t sure what she would have done if he hadn’t.

It could have gone very differently of course. He could have admitted to having an affair or goodness knows what else and then her whole world would have come crashing down around her. But when she’d called out the elephant in the room Melissa knew she was opening Pandora’s box.

“I don’t want a divorce either. Believe me that’s the last thing I want,” she told Mike reassuringly. “It’s just that I don’t think I’m ready to call time on our sex life either. But I think that we need to face facts. Right now I just don't do it for you and if I'm honest, you don't do it for me any more. Sexually that is. Everything else in our life is fine”

Although she'd thought it for a while now, it was the first time she'd really admitted to him that sexually they had come to a dead end.

"I know you still fantasise about sex, Mike. And that's ok, we all have fantasies, me included. But I've seen those 'Wanna fuck me gotta fuck him videos' you watch. What is it about the women in those videos that turns you one? What have they got that I haven't? What do they do that i don't?"

Melissa paused for a moment, before contemplating the unthinkable

"Or is it just the boys in those videos that turn you on? Because if you're gay there's nothing I can do about that," she said, her voice full of resignation.

 

[susurrus]

Mike listened to what his wife said. He was shocked that she knew about those videos, but when he knew she was curious about what he liked about them rather than being pissed, he was relieved. Even more than that: turned on. He felt his cock start to swell as he told her.

"First off, let me ease your mind: I'm not gay. I love women and the female form far too much for that. I'm not really interested in kissing another guy, but sucking, fucking and in particular, getting fucked, that seems really exciting. All that with a woman involved, or at the very least, directing what she wants us guys to do.

"I like the women in those videos because they're the ones who initiate the contact between the men. To me, that indicates they're into it, want to see it happen. I'm not really interested in being called 'gay' or 'fag' or 'sissy', because it just isn't true. I'm just a guy with a healthy sexual appetite who's interested in maybe doing something out of the norm, something most repressed folks out there would find shocking and wrong."

He stopped and examined Melissa's face a moment.

"As long as you don't find it shocking and wrong. Your opinion is the only one that matters to me."

He was hard. He was horny. He and Lissa had never talked about anything like this before. It was hot. He wished they'd talked like this a lot sooner.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Melissa was more relieved than shocked by what Mike had admitted. It meant that their relationship could, in some way, still be salvaged although the fix would need to be a pretty radical one.

"If that's what you want, I can help you fulfil those desires," she told him. "But in return you'll have to help me with mine."

Melissa had always tried to keep in shape. In her teens and twenties she'd been fortunate to have the kind of metabolism that allowed her to pretty much eat and drink what she wanted and still keep her figure. But when she hit her thirties that changed. Her metabolism didn't exactly tank on her, but she noticed that if she didn't exercise regularly then she risked losing her figure. As a result she visited the gym most weekdays, mainly doing classes like spin or aerobics.

The classes were full of people who, like her, arrived straight from work. There was a social aspect to it and afterwards some would stay and chat for a while over a juice or even a beer. They tended to be the younger ones who didn't have families to get back to. With her husband paying less attention to her, Melissa found herself looking at some of the younger guys and fantasising about them. It was only ever the younger ones though, she wasn't interested in guys her own age, no matter how fit or good looking they were.

To her surprise she also found herself looking at women too, admiring the attractive ones of any age who's lycra outfits clung to their bodies, leaving little to the imagination. Melissa found herself copying them, wearing increasingly more daring outfits, which she hid from Mike at home. She liked he way that guys at the gym looked at her, in fact she found that she liked being the centre of attention. A few guys even tried it on with her. At the time she had politely turned them down but now she was beginning to regret that decision.

"I'm an exhibitionist Mike. I like being the centre of attention and i like people looking at me," she told her husband. "I fantasise about meeting young fit guys and fucking them. But i also fantasise about girls as well. So if I'm going to accommodate your kinks then you're going to have to accommodate mine."

 

[susurrus]

When Melissa admitted what she wanted, he could hardly believe it. She'd never been particularly shy, but an exhibitionist? Wow. Cool. Suddenly all sorts of scenarios screamed into his mind. Holy fuck, what that could mean for them both. Yeah, Mike was bi-curious, but if there was another woman in the room, would that mean she'd be his to play with, too? And then it hit him. Melissa and another woman? Holy jumping fuck! What guy hasn't fantasized about seeing his woman with another woman?

Mike and Melissa belonged to the same gym, but they seldom worked out together because of schedules. So while he fantasized about some of the people who were there in the mornings when he was, he was pretty sure it was a different crowd than Melissa's.

Regardless, this all sounded damn exciting.

"It's a deal. I've developed quite a few kinks over the years. The internet is a wonderful, scary place, after all, but if we can do this together and make things more exciting, I'm all for it.

"When can we start?"

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Melissa thought for a moment. They could probably find a gay bar relatively easily and pick up a guy to fuck Mike. But that wasn’t going to do much to satisfy her needs. So she kept her mouth shut about that option.

Instead she suggested an alternative more amenable to her and hopefully acceptable to Mike

“How about this,” she suggested. “I’ve bought some nice dresses and lingerie with me and it would be a shame not to wear them while we’re here. So tomorrow night, why don’t we go out to a club.”

Melissa could see that Mike was interested but now it was time to burst his bubble a little.

“But once we’re in the club, all that you get to do is watch me dancing with other guys. Oh and buy drinks of course,” she added. “Then, at the end of the evening perhaps I’ll let one of the men take me back to the hotel. And when I’ve got him really interested I’ll tell him that if he wants to fuck me then he’s going to have to fuck you too. Like in your videos.”

Melissa didn’t rate their chances of finding a guy willing to do this, so as compromise she added.

“Of course if he refuses to fuck you then I’m still going to let him fuck me,” she chuckled conspiratorially. “But as a consolation prize maybe I’ll let you fuck me when he’s finished with me.”

Melissa chucked at the thought. She was pretty confident that at least she was going to get fucked the following night.

 

[susurrus]

For a minute, Mike thought Melissa was going to suggest they go to a gay bar. They probably wouldn't have a problem finding a guy willing to have sex with him, but he didn't just want to have sex with another man. He wanted a woman taking part in some manner, too. Otherwise, yeah, it was just gay sex.

But she didn't suggest a gay bar. No, what she brought up sounded pretty okay for a while, but as she went on, it sounded like, as long as she got what she wanted, she was fine with leaving him out in the cold. Oh, the consolation prize was maybe getting to fuck her, but...

"What do I get out of this arrangement, particularly if we can't find a guy willing to try bi? Am I expected to be a cuckold for this whole thing? That wasn't at all what I had in mind when we started talking about this. Sounds cruel and not especially fun for me."

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Melissa was a bit frustrated by Mike’s response. She didn’t know how easy it would be to find a bi guy in New York on spec. but she guessed it might not be a dead certainty.

“How many Bi guys do you know Mike?”she asked. “We can try and find one, but there are no guarantees and if we can’t then what do you want to do? Make sure that nobody has any fun because you can’t. The only other thing I can suggest is that we go our separate ways and you go to a gay club and I’ll go to a night club and try to pick a guy up on on my own.”

 

[susurrus]

This wasn't at all how Mike had expected this to go. Not that he'd expected a conversation like this in the first place, but he certainly hadn't figured Melissa's plans would go in the direction they had.

Taking a deep breath, he tried to keep his voice even, reasonable and manly, and not hysterical like it had been.

"Look, I'm not going to a fucking gay club. I'm not gay. Hell, I don't really even know if I'm bisexual. I still love the fuck out of pussy.

"And I'm going to ask politely once: Please, stop treating me like your cuckold. Drop the attitude. If we're doing this, we're doing it together. And if you find a guy and he doesn't want to interact with me, then you're going to have two cocks to yourself, cause there's no fucking way you're leaving me out in the cold.

"Those videos you found have everybody playing at the same time, as equals. That's what I was expecting, but that's not the impression you're giving me."

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Melissa could see that Mike’s attitude had changed. He didn’t usually speak to her like that. His language was more forceful and he was swearing at her now, telling her to drop the attitude and assuming one himself. She felt uncomfortable, threatened by him. She’d obviously touched a nerve she’d never intended to,

“I don’t know what to suggest then,” she conceded. “Maybe this whole thing isn’t such a good idea after all..”

Melissa knew she had to get out of the room, to somewhere she felt safe. So, hastily she put her dress back on, picked up her handbag and headed for the safety of the bar.

 

[susurrus]

When Lissa got up and started to get dressed, Mike knew he'd gone too far the other way. Before she could get out of the room, he grabbed her arm. Not tight, but enough to stop her.

"Wait. How can we figure this out if you run away? I'm sorry if I came on too strong just then. I'm just trying to figure out my part in this whole arrangement, but the way you've been talking to me makes it sound like, if my role is to do the bisexual thing and we can't find a guy willing to go there, then I'm out. As long as you get yours, it sounds like you don't give a damn about me. I love you, but you're not acting like you still love me."

 

[Biker_Faerie]

As Melissa tried to make it to the door Mike grabbed her arm and stopped her before she could escape.

“Please don’t do that,” she told him. “You’re scaring me.”

Her heart was pounding. All she wanted to do was get out of the room. As she listened to what he had to say, she could see that it was going to be Mike’s way or the highway from now on and no amount of “I’m sorry if I came on too strong…” could ever compensate.

Melissa couldn’t risk telling him him the truth about what she thought of his behaviour in case he reacted again. So she tried to be as un-confrontational as possible.

“I think we need to take a bit of time to cool down and reset,” she told him edging toward the door and hoping he wouldn’t grab her again.

She opened the door slowly and tried to slip out, hoping against hope that he kept his distance.

When she reached the hallway she took the elevator to the ground floor and walked out to the waiting taxi rank.

“Where too?” asked the driver.

Melissa looked to see whether Mike was coming after her.

“I don’t know,” she told him. “ But please, just drive…”

 

[susurrus]

When Melissa kept edging toward the door, then ducked out quickly, as if she was afraid of him, his body went cold. He wasn't a violent man, but she was acting like she thought was going to beat her to a pulp.

Like he'd said, he was only trying to wrap his brain around what she was expecting of him. Melissa was acting like she didn't give a damn about him, as long as she got her rocks off. The way she started ordering him around, the phrasing and tone of voice she used made him feel like she considered him less than a man. He didn't like being humiliated.

He knew she could walk into any club in town, announce "I'm horny!" and inside of five minutes would have twenty guys lined up, ready to gangbang her. Fuck, that's probably where she was going now. It was a superpower he, as a man, didn't possess.

When she brought this idea up, he thought it meant they'd come at this thing on an equal level. Just because he was bi curious didn't make him want to be a cuckold, but it was pretty apparent that that was the assumption Melissa was making. Further, it seemed her assumption was that he only wanted to have sex with men, which was oh, so, SO wrong.

And she seemed unwilling to consider how he felt about how she was treating him.

Further, she didn't want to talk about it.

He wasn't sure whether to be furious or heartbroken. Melissa claimed to still love him, but the way she was acting sure didn't feel that way...