“Norman told me that he wasn't going to bring a complete stranger into the house. He said that Harry, a social worker we both knew, needed a room. He was single, twenty-three, and very good-looking. My husband was so sure of me that he saw nothing wrong with bringing such an attractive young man into our home to live with us. It wasn't long before he discovered how little he really knew me. I wasn't the mousy house-frau of his dreams.
“Harry was easy to get along with. The children liked him and he often took them out for walks. He was also good company for my husband because they could talk over their cases. And, last but far from least, he was good company for yours truly.
“While the new roomer was popular with girls he was a bit lazy and rather spoiled. He didn't like to exert himself and chase these girls… he wanted them to come to him. The phone always rang with girls calling up and I used to listen to Harry make up excuses why he couldn't see this one and that one. If he wanted to Harry could have a different bed companion every night.
“Harry wasn't very interested in his work in social services. He only took the job because he liked the starting salary. But social work was very hard and had a big turnover in employees. I was certain that Harry wouldn't last on the job especially after he started taking too many 'sick' days off. As a single man disinterested in his job Harry could afford the risk of being fired.
“I began to see more of Harry than I did my husband. On his days off he would chat with me in the kitchen and go to the stores with me and the children. I began to look upon him as my second husband. It wasn't long before this relationship went sexual.
“It began when my oldest children were at school and the baby of the family was sleeping upstairs. Harry was on one of his 'sick' days and lazily watching television. I brought in a couple of cups of coffee and watched some silly quiz game with him. 'I would think a good-looking young guy like you would have something better to do with his time,' I chided mildly.
“He gave me a mock leer. 'What do you suggest, pretty one?'
“I blushed. Although the proposition had been done in jest it still excited me. Harry saw me react so warmly to his invitation for love and sat next to me on the couch. As I said, he was lazy but still very virile. He didn't like to chase women but if one was right there in his hands he got interested. I was there and he was most interested. 'You're a very attractive woman, Slone,' he said seriously and held my hand.
“I looked straight into his eyes and he saw my desire for him. I was never one for wearing masks. He leaned over and kissed me on the lips. I responded by embracing him tightly. Harry placed my back against the couch and put his body on top of mine in the fornicating position. He 'dry humped' me, as men liked to put it, by pumping up and down without entering my body. 'Let's take off our clothes,' he whispered.
“'Let's not, Harry,' I said. 'You're a sweet boy and I don't want to ruin a beautiful friendship.'
“'Come on, Slone,' he urged. 'What's a little fucking between friends? We won't ruin a thing.'
“He quickly opened his pants and exposed his penis. When he tried to pull down my panties I rolled over on my side sending him off on the floor where he sat with his erect dick bared and wanting. When I gazed at his vital member my face burned hotly. For years I had wondered what it was like to perform the act of fellatio. While my husband objected to it I was sure that Harry had other ideas.
“The young man stood up holding his pants with his dick showing through the unzipped part. He was about to cover himself entirely when I reached out and took his cock with my hand. Harry's expression changed from frustration to excitement in a split second. I pulled him towards me with his penis and sat up on the couch so that his sex organ was at eye level. He stood there waiting. I paused for a moment fearing that, like my husband, he might pull away and call me a degenerate. I couldn't take another slight like that. But, nothing ventured; nothing gained. I opened my mouth and took his aroused sex organ.
“Harry didn't move and stood there as I pushed my face all the way to his pubic area. I couldn't see what was degenerate about fellatio. It was really very pleasant. I pulled my mouth off his dick and examined the shiny wetness I had left on it. Once again I mouthed him and this time I started to suck.
“'Slone… Slone,' Harry sighed as I performed the act of fellatio.
“I was satisfying him orally. For the first time in my life I was having a different kind of sex. I slipped my hands around to the young man's taut buttocks and squeezed as I bobbed my head up and down on his meat. Then his sperm shot into my mouth. I gagged for a second and then started to drink in his manhood. My whole being tingled with erotic joy. There was nothing wrong with oralism at all. I couldn't see what my husband had against it.
“'Wow!' Harry gasped after I had finished. 'You sure run hot and cold. One minute you're kicking me off your body and next you're going down on me.'
“'I am a woman of mystery,' I told him. 'You would be surprised what kind of feelings I have.'
“My child began to cry upstairs reminding me that I was a wife and mother and I had just committed adultery. It had been an act of oral adultery but it was adultery just the same. Guilt took the place of passion and I hurried upstairs leaving Harry exposed and still aroused.
“When my husband came back that day for dinner I was afraid that my face might reveal my brief fling. Harry had no such fears and talked as if nothing had happened. That night I reached over and embraced Norman hoping that he would make love but all he did was mumble and fall asleep in my arms.
“Harry decided to work the next day and I made breakfast for him and Norman… my two husbands. I suppose there are few women who wouldn't mind having two men in the same house loving her. This was the way it turned out for me. Anytime Harry got me alone he would make a sexual advance. Although he wanted to have genital intercourse I only let him use my mouth. He thought that this was crazy but went along with it anyhow. While Norman screwed my vagina Harry did the same to my mouth. It was a wild situation.
“My handsome second husband still saw other girls and I found myself getting possessive of him even though I really had no right to hold the gay young bachelor. I thought that my husband found out about us one day when he said, 'I want to talk to you about Harry, Slone.'
“By the tone of his voice I took it for granted that he knew it all. Instead he complained about the days off that his co-worker was taking. 'Harry won't have his job long if he keeps calling in sick,' Norman informed me. 'We both know that he's just plain lazy.'
“I promised my husband that I would urge Harry to become more serious and breathed a sigh of relief when he left. I wondered how he would react if he ever found out about my sexual adventures with the young man. Norman took everything seriously and I was sure that the fact that I was an adulteress would break him up.
“I didn't want to hurt Norman but the only way I could prevent this was by telling Harry to leave. I was too weak to end the affair and went right on enjoying it.
“It wasn't easy to have an adulterous relationship in the same house with a husband and three children but I managed. I looked forward to the time Norman was home so he could watch the children while I drove off with Harry. I had the excuse of going to stores to cover up the affair and insisted that I didn't need the children to help me with the packages. After all, I said, I had a grown and healthy man to do that besides driving the car.
“We found special spots where we could park to make our own special kind of love. I felt like a teenage girl again except this time I was much more interested in sex. I cursed myself for not giving in to those surf bums in my youth. If I had had more love then I would not have such a great need for it now.
“Our favorite spot was a deserted parking lot behind a factory. During the week it was full when the factory was open but, during the weekends, it was as empty as a desert. Harry told me that he always brought his girls there. I knew he was teasing me to make me jealous… and he accomplished that. 'Are you ever going to marry one of these girls?' I asked.
“'Why should I buy a dairy when milk is so cheap,' he answered glibly.
“With typical male ego he had to brag to me what a popular lover he was. 'You find me cheap then?' I wanted to know.
“He realized that he had made a blunder and stammered, 'Oh… that was just a figure of speech. I hold you very dearly, Slone.'
“Harry kissed me and rubbed my legs with his hands. I wanted to resist him just to show that I wasn't all that available but I found myself opening his fly and plunging my hand inside. His penis was limp and I lowered my head. I enjoyed mouthing a limp organ just to have it grow in my mouth.
“My second husband lowered his pants and his jockey shorts to his ankles to give me loving room. I took his soft manhood and sucked. It started to erect and Harry stroked my hair as I fellated him. His male organ grew hard and swollen and I could feel him getting more aroused by my actions. If only I could make my first husband as
