Thanksgiving in Albuquerque

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Thanksgiving in Albuquerque

Sam Wiggins

My given name is Samantha but I never have been called that. When I was in elementary school and below my mother called me Sammi but it's been a long time since anybody called me anything but Sam. I was raised in LDS, but since I've been in college I haven't been practicing. In fact, I haven't been a practicing Mormon, since I was a sophomore in high school. I guess I'm a fallen angel. I lost my virginity when I was a senior in high school. Lester then went to the Y. I went to UT-Austin to major in Drama. I think I'm attractive but I'm no knockout. I've had a few dates since I've been in Austin but no second dates. I decided to use the ride share system and found a guy driving to Provo who was willing to drop me off in Salt Lake to spend Thanksgiving with my parents.

Saturday afternoon we loaded up our stuff, mostly dirty clothes for the ride north. Joe had a crew cab pickup with a camper shell on the back. With the crew cab we had room for three more students, Larry, Jaime, and Bob. In the crew cab there was plenty of room for the five of us, and the advantage of the camper shell in the back was that our stuff would stay dry.

Larry rode in the shotgun position, while Jaime, Bob, and I rode in the back of the cab. We stopped for burgers in Lubbock, gassed up, and continued on with Larry driving and Joe in shotgun.

It was late when we got to Albuquerque. We rented a room with two queen beds. I wasn't real happy with this arrangement but getting a single would have cost close to two hundred dollars. It was decided that since Joe and Bob were the smaller guys, they and I would share one bed, while Larry and Jaime shared the other bed. We dressed for bed. I had a long flannel nightgown while the guys wore boxers and 'T's. Everybody was pretty tired from ten hours in a pickup so we went to sleep pretty quickly.

I woke up in the middle of the night with Bob's arm around me and his erect pecker poking my butt. He seemed to be asleep but I tried to lift his arm off me as it was uncomfortably close to my 36C's. The disturbance woke Joe up and he turned over and tried to kiss me. I averted that but not his hand between my legs. Bob was fully awake now and grabbed a boob with each hand. I tried to remove Joe's hand which he took as an opportunity to succeed in kissing me. I don't know what it was. I liked Bob and Joe although I didn't know them well. I was still half asleep. I hadn't ever been in a threesome. Anyway, the guys were getting me quite excited. Soon, Joe was kissing me while rubbing my buttock and my pussy while Bob was massaging my tits and kissing the back of my neck. I quit resisting and just enjoyed the ride. The overall effect of four hands and two mouths working me over was almost irresistible. At least I wasn't resisting much.

Soon they had me moaning and groaning. I was feeling good, and I didn't complain when Joe started pulling my gown up around my waist. He resumed kissing me and started fingering me with one finger. I knew I was seeping and soon he went to two fingers. Now I was embracing him and kissing him back. Bob continued kissing the back of my neck while giving me a pretty good nipple and areola run. Suddenly, I felt my arousal accelerating, and I went over the top, shouting, "Oh, Yes, Lord! Oh Yes!"

That was a mistake. Things started happening very rapidly after that. Joe and Bob pulled my gown over my head. Jamie turned on the night table light. Larry sat up in bed. I was doubly embarrassed to be naked with four guys looking at me. I pulled my hands back to shield my breasts from eight male eyes. Joe took that opportunity to stick his cock in me, and he began to pump in and out over and over. I wanted to resist. I wasn't a virgin except with respect to sex with spectators. But with Bob behind me rubbing my tits, I couldn't resist Joe's assault. Then I became vaguely aware that Bob was spitting on his dick.

I thought, 'What on earth is that numbskull doing?' I soon found out he was preparing to assault my virgin ass. It was very uncomfortable at first somewhat offsetting the pleasure I was getting from Joe's frontal assault, but soon the back door activity was supplementing the front very well and I started cumming continually, I think I was coming on every third or fourth stroke, but I'm not sure, because I was having a bit of sensory overload, having never felt such pleasure before. My moans and groans and verbal cries were broadcasting to all within hearing distance that I was having a peak sexual experience. I must have come twelve or fifteen times before both guys ejaculated filling up two of my holes.

I wanted to just lie there and enjoy the afterglow, but Larry and Jaime had other ideas. Both were naked and fully aroused, and they were pulling on Joe and Bob to clear the decks for further action. I fussed a little bit, but unperturbed Larry stuck what I thought was a rather large prick into my pussy, while Jaime was trying to balance things out by penetrating my asshole. I was the principal entertainment for my four new friends for about two hours, and five satiated students went back to sleep.

Jaime woke us up the next morning telling us we only had about thirty minutes to grab the free breakfast provided by the motel. We dressed minimally, pretty much shorts, 'T's, and flip-flops and gorged on the free breakfast. Back in the room, Joe suggested we all call our parents and spend most of the day in bed, specifically my bed. I am ashamed to admit it, but I found that to be a really hot idea, and needed hardly any encouragement to strip, lie on the bed, and spread my legs. Joe went down on me and in literally no time, I was having my first orgasm of the post-breakfast session.

Joe then announced that he wanted my ass. Larry quickly laid on the bed his little man totally ready for action. I impaled myself on his dick, and almost immediately felt Joe's cock penetrating my ass. I was in fine form. I have no idea how many times I orgasmed, but there was absolutely no doubt but that this was by far the greatest sexual experience of my young life. I must have come close to a hundred times in the next two hours. Finally, I told the guys, "I have to have a break. I can't cum anymore."

Larry said, "That's fair. Let's decided what we're going to do. My suggestion is we buy some beer, pay for another night here, and tell our parents that we're going to be a day late because Joe's truck popped a belt and it wasn't in stock, or something like that."

Joe added, "I think that's a great plan if Sam agrees. I've had fan belt trouble with my truck before, so that's a credible excuse for being late getting home. Sam?"

I admitted, "Guys, this is the best sexual experience of my entire life. I'm not all that experienced, but I'm all in on having a day of rest and relaxation as long as you guys give me a break now and then."

Jaime said, "This is the best sex I've even had, too. I vote for getting some beer and giving Sam a two- or three hour-break."

I interjected, "Maybe a three or four hour break. I can see myself sleeping until lunch."

Bob added, "I could take a short nap myself."

We decided to buy beer, and have a couple of beers, take a nap, and have a late lunch. Joe also suggested that for the rest of the trip, expenses be split four ways, instead of five, and the guys were unanimous on that.

The after lunch session was just as good as the earlier sessions, and my repertoire expanded to include spit-roasting and air tight. After another nap, we went out to dinner. We then prepared for a night out, including a sexual warm up and then we tasted Albuquerque's night life. In my opinion, it wasn't as good as Austin's but we may have missed the best clubs.

Everybody seemed really revved up after the drinking and dancing and we had a three hour session before going to sleep. We slept until seven. Then I took care of the guys' morning woodies. After breakfast we hit the road and got to Salt Lake a day late, but with everyone smiling broadly.

After Thanksgiving we left Salt Lake on Friday, saying we had to get back to Austin to study. Perhaps we should have followed that plan, but it was a unanimous decision to lay over in Albuquerque for attitude improvement. Back in Austin, we partied pretty much every Saturday night until the end of the semester. We found a three bedroom apartment for the Spring Semester and I had one bedroom which was where an inordinate amount of sexual activity took place, while the guys paired up in the other bedrooms - Larry and Jaime in one bedroom and Joe and Bob in the other.

We all dated outside of the apartment's denizens, but for all of us eighty or ninety percent of our activity took place in the apartment with our apartment mates. During our first semester together I added many one-on-one positions to my sexual repertoire as well as double vaginal and double anal penetrations.

The only change during our sophomore and junior years was that we became less insular in both our social and sexual interactions, although all of us were still having the majority of our intercourse with our apartment mates.

In our senior year I met Rafael Brooks. He had grown up a Unitarian so he had different ideas on a lot of things. On our second date I told him about my living arrangements. He had a hard time with it at first but finally decided that he could keep an open mind on it. He had asked a lot of questions at first, like 'Do you have sex with all four guys?' 'How many guys at a time?' and 'Do you party with all four guys?'

He seemed a little uncomfortable with some of my answers, but seemed to adjust, given a little bit of time.

I told him that we were all good friends and didn't get jealous when one of us had a date with someone from outside the apartment. Rafe seemed to have the most difficulty with believing there was no jealousy. I told him I would take him by the apartment, introduce him to the guys, and then he could judge for himself.

He also seemed a little uncomfortable with our financial arrangement. I paid a fifth of the rent and almost nothing for the utilities, including internet, and groceries.

For our third date, I took him to the apartment for a communal dinner. He was a little uncomfortable at first but my roommates went out of the way to make him feel comfortable. We had our usual lively dinnertime conversation and he told me that he was very impressed. No negative vibes. The acid test was when I asked him if he would like to hang out in my 'room' for a while. He sat on my rocking chair, while I sat on my queen-sized bed.

I shocked him a little when I asked him if he would prefer my sitting in his lap or would he join me in my bed. He wisely chose the bed. He was a little shocked when I pulled the upper bed clothes onto the floor. He was even more shocked when I told him the bed is now naked, why don't we join the bed. When I started taking my clothes off, he finally got with the program. I started licking and sucking his cock and balls as soon as he was in the bed, and soon he was ready for the kind of action I had in mind.

Rafe was a fantastic lover. He started off licking my labia while fondling my clit with one hand and my buttocks with the other. He soon had me feeling incredible and rapacious. I came the first time when he gently bit my clit. The second time I came from a combination of clit-sucking and G-spot touching with his fingers. He then began penetrating me with a very respectable seven-plus inch cock. I was so ready when he began thrusting himself in and out that I was soon calling out, "Oh! Harder! Oh! Harder!" He did as I asked and I had a great orgasm. I kissed him deeply, and then he began stroking me again. I felt the delicious sliding of his manhood along my love canal walls and soon I again was begging for more, culminating a few minutes later with another convulsive climax. Physically he wasn't any better than my roommates, maybe not as good as when they DPed me, but from the beginning there was a different sort of emotional connection. I didn't think it was love but it was a potent combination of attraction to, liking, and lusting for another person. He continued pounding me to two more climaxes, the last one brought on by him spurting a large amount of semen into me, splashing against the sides of my vagi.

I kissed him and embraced him, telling him, "That was very good, lover!"

He kissed me back and said, "I think that was mostly you, but whoever it was, I would say it was very; very, good. "As I continued our kissing, I told him, "Maybe, it was even very, very, very good.""

He replied, "I'll go with that, provided we do it again! "

I asked, "Would you like a beer or something?"

He said, "Perhaps a beer and something!"

I told him, "I'll get the beer, since the guys are used to seeing me nude."

He responded, "Okay!"

I could tell he was a little taken aback by my lack of modesty in front of my male roommates. As I left the bed, I commented, "They've seen this before!"

I was hoping I had hooked him. I knew he had hooked me.

I grabbed a couple of beers from the refrigerator. Joe and Jaime were seated in the living area and gave me a thumbs up apiece. I stuck my tongue out at them and scurried back into my bedroom. I couldn't help myself; I liked this guy a lot. He gave me a kiss, thanking me for my beer run. We sat together with our thighs touching a beer in one hand and gently stroking a thigh with the other.

By the time we finished our beers we were ready to go again. I don't know if this time was better or worse than the time before, but it was very, very, very good. I could sense that he was ready to leave, so I didn't press him to stay the night. With malice aforethought, I walked him to the door, still nude, the aftereffects of our love making seeping down my legs. I gave him a big kiss and embrace at the door, and he was gone.

I joined Joe and Jaime on the sofa in the living room and asked them what did they think.

Joe said, "It's not what I think, it's what you think. I can tell, he's a contender."

Jaime joked with me, "Sam's got a boyfriend! Sam's got a boyfriend!"

I confessed, "I guess I have five now."

Jaime asked, "Do you have anything less for two of your old boyfriends?"

I said, "Perhaps." I got up and like two eager puppies they followed me into my bedroom.

For a few minutes, they made me forget about Rafe. However, I knew in my heart of hearts, Rafe was the one. If I was lucky I might get fifty or sixty years out of him. I still had to be a little careful with him. I think there were still a few things that he knew but he didn't know. Things that I had told him but he hadn't quite processed yet. At some point he would have to, at a minimum, watch me get DPed. Then he would understand about me living with my four studs.

Rafe

Sam was the most amazing woman I had ever met. Possibly she wasn't the most beautiful woman I had ever met. Possibly she wasn't the smartest woman I had ever meant. However, she was smarter than any woman that I had met that was prettier and prettier than any woman that I had met that was smarter. In addition, she was the most unconventional woman I had ever met. I had never met a woman that lived with more than one guy and she lived with four and slept with all of them unless she was just yanking my chain. On top of that she was by far the most sexiest woman I had ever met.

The first night we made love was at her place and some of her roommates were sitting in the living area. They didn't even raise an eyebrow when she walked me to the door without a stitch on. The worst part is that I wasn't more than fifteen minutes away from her place before I wanted to turn around and go back. Sure I was already hard and wanted to screw some more, but I also just wanted to be with her, to see that slightly crooked smile, to hear that raucous laugh. I could tell I was falling for her. I just hoped that my feelings were reciprocated.

Over the next few weeks I spent a lot of time at her place. Finally, she asked if I would like to party with her and her four roommates. I asked her what she meant.

She replied, "When we party, we play hard, and we drink hard. As far as sex is concerned, anything goes. While you are giving it to me good, I may be blowing one of my roommates while the others watch and wait for their turn." She saw my look of dismay. She added, "Look, I really like you, Rafe. I enjoy my roommates but not as much as I enjoy you. I've been up front with you about what we do when the door is closed. You're the only one I would stop seeing them for. Do you want me to stop seeing them?"

I told her, "I do and I don't. I don't think it would be right for me to step in the middle right now. However, at some point, I would expect you to stop seeing them. I haven't figured out yet what that point is. I know it's before we get married, and that it's not now. That's not much of an answer, but I think it's the best I can give right now."

She said, "Damn it, Rafe! I love you! I'll do whatever you want. If I stop seeing them, you won't ever see me get DPed. But maybe you don't want to see that."

I replied, "Do you want me to party with you and your guys?"

She responded, "It's part of who I am now, but it may not be who I am as we get more involved."

I suggested, "We're pretty involved now!"

She seemed to think a minute, then, "You're right, but It's a big step to tell them it's over."

I considered things a minute, and explained, "I've been thinking that next semester you could move in with me. That might be the time to stop playing with them!"

I told her, "There's two important factors involved: how committed I am to you, and how committed you are to me."

She then said, "Things can always change, but I feel like that's what I want - one hundred percent!"

I answered, "Let's do it!"

Sam

In the run-up to the new semester I was still playing with the guys, when Rafe and I didn't go out or when we called it an early night. Sometimes, I would just do one or two of them in the afternoon before meeting up with Rafe. All five of us knew that we were on borrowed time.

In mid-December we went back to Salt Lake and had our last party in Albuquerque. In early January, Rafe and I were exchanging visits with both sets of parents. For the Spring Semester Rafe and I were living together. We would occasionally visit my four friends and former lovers but we only socialized. Just before Spring Break Rafe proposed and I accepted and almost immediately embarked on a mission to see if I could fuck him to death. He hung in and I decided to show my appreciation of his many virtues in less lethal ways.

We married right after graduation and got jobs in Dallas. We both were earning well and with a little help from our parents were able to move into a starter home. Rafe was doing well enough that we decided to both start a family and let me become a stay-at-home mom. Cathy came first, then Rafey, and with Julia we decided to stop the parade. Soon, it was eleven years since we got married, and Julia was in pre-K, while Cathy and Rafey were in elementary school. I started back to work. A few years later and after a couple of promotions, I was sent to a conference in Salt Lake and decided to call the guys. I found out that all four were happily married with children. However, all four wanted to get together with me for a reunion. We were running out of time but they did come to see me at the airport. They unanimously agreed that they wanted to have a real reunion, meaning one where we recreated the good time we had in our apartment. At first, I was completely against it, but later I decided that I liked the idea. The more I thought about the more I wanted to feel their cocks inside me once more. The one barrier was how Rafe would take it. I finally sat him down after the kids had gone to bed and asked him how he felt about us having a 'no-holds-barred' reunion.

He replied, "Are you saying you want to have your four former lovers DP you and so forth?"

I said, "We haven't gotten that far in our discussion, but I think that is implicit in our discussions."

He responded, "I don't mind you conversing with them, but sexual intercourse is an altogether different matter."

I told him, "I agree. That's why I'm asking."

I hadn't expected this to be an easy sell, and it surely wasn't. A couple of nights later he asked me, "We're just talking about doing this once, right?"

I replied, "Yes, there's no plan for it to be annual or even repeated in another fifteen years when we're all old and gray."

He continued, "You've been the best wife ever for almost fifteen years. I'll try to keep the kids occupied while you're entertaining them. It's just one weekend, right?"

I assured him that was all, and I started making plans. I invited all four friends to my home in Dallas. They were coming under the guise of a fifteenth University-sponsored reunion, as apparently their wives weren't aware of their plans. The only difference is that they would just be coming to Dallas instead of Austin.

All four still lived in the Salt Lake area and so they flew into Dallas on the same flight. I picked them up in our SUV and it seemed like old times, even on the drive from the airport to our home. They were very impressed with our home and happy to meet our children. The idea was that most of the weekend, the guys and I could play during the day, while Rafe took the children somewhere all day. At night the children would sleep in their own beds.

We had a very nice brick home in north Dallas. Rafe and I hadn't definitely decided we wouldn't have more children although that window did seem to be closing anyway as we were now in our mid-thirties. Our house was large having six bedrooms in the main house upstairs and two on the main floor, including the master. Our basement, unusual in Dallas, had a large entertainment center, laundry and storage rooms. All of the baths were ensuite. In addition, there was an apartment over the four car garage.

In our plan, Rafe would sleep in one of the extra upstairs bedrooms while the five of us would be sleeping different places. Nominally I would be sleeping in the master; Larry would be sleeping in the main floor guest room; Jaime on the living room sofa, Bob on a sofa in our basement game room, and Joe in the mini apartment over the garage. The reality was that the five of us would spend most of our nighttime in either the master or main floor guest room.

The weekend started great with the guys arriving Friday night and meeting our children just a few minutes before their bedtimes. Rafe excused himself early and went to his upstairs temporary resting place.

The guys and I had our first session in the master bedroom. It seemed like it was just as good as it had been sixteen years before. For the last fifteen years I had been totally faithful to Rafe and had almost forgotten the joys of DP and being thoroughly fucked by four studs. In the Friday night session, all four guys had at leas one shot with my ass and one with my cunt. I wasn't used to that much sex. Saturday morning I was a little sore, but I felt great.

Everyone dressed for breakfast even if it only meant donning a robe. Rafe and the kids were already gone for the day. They would spend most of the day at the Marsalis Park Zoo and then go to Chucky Cheese until it was time for before-bed baths. My group of five had after-breakfast sex and then spent time catching up on our families, which we all loved. After that we had before lunch sex for a couple of hours and then went out for lunch. Following our after lunch sex, we spent a couple of hours just hanging out, having adult conversations while nude. A session of before dinner sex and then I introduced them to Dallas night life - First, we had Tex-Mex and then started hitting the clubs. We even went to one strip club where I successfully resisted their attempts to get me to perform - it wasn't amateur night. We called it an early night getting home around twelve. I was going between bedrooms without a stitch on when I ran into Rafe. He was coming out of the kitchen with a beer and asked if anyone was using the rec room area downstairs as he wanted to watch some TV (while I was having my fill of sex with my guys). I told him for at least a couple of hours we would just be using the main floor bedrooms. As cum dripped from my holes, I apologized for him seeing me like this. I told him how much I loved him, and how hard I would work to make it up to him. I got a bit of 'whatever' attitude, but I had expected that.

Rafe

I constantly second-guessed myself about her having a weekend of sex with her college roommates. However, I don't think it really hit me in the gut until I met her going from Larry and Jaime in the master bedroom to Joe and Bob in the guest room, nude and cum running down her legs. This was the woman I loved and had been faithful to for the las sixteen years. She had been a good wife and gave me three wonderful children, but I was torn between wanting to break down and cry, grab her and rape her if necessary, or shoot myself. I had decided to let it go. I knew that was the right decision, but still, the question remained, why was she doing this after fifteen years of being an almost perfect wife.

I did my best to ask without rancor, "How's it going, Babe?"

She shed a few tears and replied, "I'm so sorry, baby, for being such a selfish bitch. I'm enjoying myself tremendously, but I'm already looking forward to reclaiming sex with you. I love you, baby, and I do appreciate that this is a time when my pleasure is costing you. That's why I don't plan on doing this again." She gave a wan smile at her half joke, "At least for another fifteen years!"

I thought it was inappropriate to make light of it, so I had to give her a little dig, "It does hurt a little, but I'm a big boy, and we'll get past it. I am looking forward to reclaiming sex." I knew I needed to give a little sweetener at the end.

As she continued to her guest room assignation, she looked back and said, "I love you, Rafe. You're always first in my heart!"

I wanted to go with her, but instead I forced myself to respond, "I love you, Sam!"

She turned and continued on to the guest room, those marvelous hips swaying back and forth. I knew I would forgive her a lot, even though my forgiveness was limited. I continued on to the rec room, thinking of what I could watch, while I sucked on my beer. Of course we had a mini fridge in the rec room with beer and wine, but I knew what was in the kitchen, so long as Sam's paramours hadn't emptied it. I had to think of something other than what she was probably already doing in the guest room. I hoped that this weekend would satisfy her for at least another fifteen years.

Sam

I loved Rafe, but I was enjoying the hell out of fucking my guys from college. I hoped this weekend of debauchery was not too hard on Rafe and we would return to the great relationship we had enjoyed for the last sixteen years, including fifteen years of marriage and three children. I was a little ashamed, but I also had to face the reality that I was thoroughly enjoying my weekend of being a wanton slut.

I had warned the guys that Rafe and our children wouldn't get such an early start on Sunday. It didn't stop us from our before breakfast session, but then we dressed for an almost formal breakfast with all nine of us. My guys were all fathers now and were able to interact positively with my children. I knew then that three was not enough if Rafe was up for it.

We fucked, ate, and hung out while Rafe took our children to the Dallas World Aquarium. He brought them back at four because we had decided that we would all see my guys off at DFW. I took the guys in the SUV while Rafe took our children in the Beamer. I kissed them all with PG-rated kisses since my children were old enough to ask embarrassing questions if I did anything more.

On the way home we stopped at White Rock Park to just walk and chat. That night after the children were put to bed. Rafe and I made beautiful love. Afterward, as we cuddled, Rafe asked, "Was it a good weekend for you."

I told him honestly, "It was a great weekend for me, but I missed you. Honey, I love you so much."

He replied, "I love you, too, but I wasn't entirely comfortable with this weekend."

I responded, "It was selfish of me because I knew that. I'm sorry. Honey, there are two things about this weekend that I need to tell you."

He grimaced and said, "Shoot!"

I said, "First, if you're okay with it, I'd like to have more children. Second, I'd like to do this again. I know I said I wouldn't, but it brought back a lot of sublimated memories. I thinking maybe in a year or two."

He informed me, "I'm happy with more kids; I'm much less happy with the idea of a repeat of this weekend. Forget the emotional turmoil. I don't like going without intimacy for a weekend."

I explained further, "I think we both know better what we are talking about. I won't hide that I would like another weekend; however, I will only go for it with your approval. You've been through it. You know that I had a good time, and you know how much it costs you and our relationship. The earliest I would even think of such a thing would be a year from now. If we're in the middle of expanding our family, it would be longer."

He told me, "I agree that it would be nice to have one or two more children, so we're on the same page there. On the other hand, I'm not fully on board with another weekend like the last. If nothing else I would have liked you to go to the zoo and aquarium with the kids and me. I'd like to start on the family expansion and table the weekend with your former roommates for a while."

I knew he would like to table the roommate weekend forever, but I could live with indefinitely. We started immediately on family expansion and five months later my Ob/Gyn told us that we were two months along and baby and mommy were looking good. I loved Rafe so much. I knew I brought a lot to the table but I still had a hard time believing I deserved such a wonderful man and the bliss he brought to my life experience.

Eight months later, Monica joined our family. Our other children were ecstatic. The only problem was that they all wanted to hold her all the time. We tried to consider Mona as well as the wishes of our older children. Six months later, my ob/gyn told us that we had a boy on the way.

Then Rafe sat me down, "I love you so much. I want to give you something that you will really like. Would you be interested in a solo trip to Salt Lake City. I'm thinking that your friends there would enjoy fucking your pregnant ass for a weekend."

I asked him, "Rafe, are you sure? I love you more now than I ever have!"

He explained, "If you don't want to go. I'm fine with that. This is a case where my desire to make you happy is more than my discomfort at your fucking your friends."

I said, "I appreciate what you are doing, and I will enjoy every minute of it."

Rafe and our four children took me to the airport for my wanton weekend. The guys had explained that they would only be available during the day on Saturday and Sunday. We still managed to get a lot of spit-roasting, DP, and air tight action in, although I didn't like spending Friday and Saturday nights alone. It did give me the opportunity to have nice long phone calls with Rafe and our three older children. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy the weekend, but it just wasn't the same as before. I didn't like sleeping alone Friday and Saturday nights, and I missed Rafe and our children a lot more than I expected to.

Six months later Michael joined the family, and Rafe and I concurred that five was plenty. We had done our part to increase America's birth rate. When Michael entered pre-K, I started work again. After all, we had two more college educations to pay for and the trends in the costs of books and tuition were unidirectionally upward. I was a Regional Sales Manager and the other three Sales Managers and I became a sort of coffee klatch. We talked mostly about how to increase sales and how to make our salesmen more productive. However, Jake, Juan, Richie, and I sometimes became more personal. We were all in our late thirties or early- to mid-forties. We reminisced about our college days. The guys talked mostly about some of the parties and associated wild women. When pressed, I said what the hell and told them about Thanksgiving in Albuquerque and living with four male apartment mates.

They were amazed that Rafe put up with my shenanigans but then became more interested in me. The interest was somewhat prurient. After a few weeks they were pressing me to decide what Friday or Saturday night we would get together for our own mini 'Thanksgiving in Albuquerque.' I told them I would only do it if Rafe was on board with the idea.

One Friday night, I spilled the beans to Rafe. I was afraid that he might be unhappy with me. I was wrong. He was furious. He had never been so angry with me. I knew I was in big trouble.

I told him, "Rafe, it was just a wild idea. I won't carry it any further. I'll explain it to my co-workers and that will be the end of it."

He explained his position, "For months, you have been conspiring with these guys to be unfaithful. It was hard enough to deal with the guys that you already knew. To develop a new relationship with new guys is beyond the pale. With the Salt Lake guys, it was twice in twenty years. This is completely different. This is beginning to sound like a new relationship which you'll want to renew monthly or more frequently. I'm astounded that you would even consider such a thing, or worse, bring it to my attention. Can you understand where I'm coming from? From my perspective, you've already gone too far."

I loved this man. We had five children together. I was beginning to realize what his point of view was. I still didn't see where his anger was coming from. I said, "Sweetheart, I love you. I didn't realize I had stepped over the line, although I can see it now. What can I do to make this right?"

He replied, "I really don't know. I've know from the very beginning that our views on sex outside the relationship were different. I've tried to adjust. I'm not so sure that our views are as close now as they were when we got married. I'm beginning to think they may be irreconcilable. I don't see any difference between what you're proposing and an open marriage, which I certainly haven't agreed to. Suddenly, I'm no longer sure I know you!"

His words cut me to the quick. More importantly, I realized that I was in trouble. Unfortunately what I thought was reasonable was not seen that way by my love. I quickly began backpedaling, "Rafe, you are the most important person in the world to me. I now see the difference between what I was proposing and what we have done in the past. I love you and I want to be with you until the end which I hope is many, many years from now. I want to enjoy our grandchildren with you. I may be late in saying this, but my truth is that you are first and our children are second and there is no third. I will explain things to my co-workers. If you want me to change jobs I will tender my resignation Monday morning. Baby, for me, there is only you!"

My husband and the love of my life gave me a hard look, and told me, "Talk to your friends at work an then get back to me with their reaction. I think we can save our relationship without your changing your jobs, but it depends on how it goes with your work friends. You need to scale back the level of your conversation. If you're happily married, there are things you shouldn't be discussing with these guys. I think you need to reduce the quantity of your contacts with them and also the level of intimacy in your conversation. I just don't see any other way out of this mess that you have created, although I don't think it's all on you!"

I replied, "I'm sorry for my mistakes. Honey, I love you more than anything else. I'm going to do exactly what you said."

He responded, "I think we're in trouble as a couple, but I hope love and acting in good faith will get us through it."

I kissed him and we made our way into the master bedroom. We were both eager to rekindle our relationship and put my selfishness and short-sightedness behind us.

Epilog:

Rafe

I had never been so angry in my life as I was when she wanted to expand her list of paramours. I told her how disappointed I was that she would even suggest such a thing. When I explained how I felt about it, she seemed to change her attitude. It took me a while to get over my anger, but as the weeks and months passed, it seemed that she was content with a monogamous relationship. I worried when she proposed that she add significantly to her number, I came down really hard on her. I knew I was taking a risk in our relationship by being so dogmatic, but I needed her to understand that enough was enough. I finally forgave her when she went a year or two without suggesting any more extramarital liaisons. I think I actually had allies with her four former roommates who were content with their marital relationships, and didn't really have a strong appetite for extramarital affairs even with a woman as attractive as Sam.

Sam

My relationship with Rafe seemed to improve when I realized I had had my last DP and my last extramarital relations. That and our love for each other got us through the next thirty years and allowed us to enjoy our golden years together and with our growing multitude of grandchildren.