My Husband's Girlfriend

Chapter Two

Damien  

     What a weird night at work. Laura was practically propositioning me when the shift started. I didn’t say too much regarding her offer, thankfully I was saved by an automatic fire alarm and the rest of the night was busy from that point and I was able to avoid her easily. Emily had texted a few times before she went to bed but I was never able to get to them with how busy it was. I almost wish this drive home was longer so I could clear my head. Emily had brought up trying some less traditional relationship styles several times in the past, especially after she fully came out as bisexual the year after we graduated high school, but then I never took the offer seriously. I didn’t have a problem with her seeing women, and she knew this, but she didn’t want to if I wasn’t also open to seeing someone myself. I think it was partially an out for her as I knew she was nervous regarding it. We started dating in junior year of high school and I know she had practically no experience with women outside of one incident we had with a coworker from her old job. I wanted more time to mull over what Laura had proposed before saying anything to Emily, but I’ll need some kind of answer soon as Laura was ready to start fooling around right in the parking lot as we left for the day.  

    As I pulled up to the last red light before getting home, I rubbed my temples and considered what to do. On one hand, I love Emily, and even though things have been rough, she has always been my person, and I’ve always said that I would never want anyone else, even after she has put the offer on the table. On the other hand, Laura is the first person besides Emily that I’ve been attracted to, and we do have a lot in common and she is so easy to get along with.  

    When I pulled into the driveway I was surprised to see the lights on. I knew Emily didn’t work today, and she is adamant about making sure the lights are off when she goes to bed. It’s a Sunday morning, so there are no errands she would be running at 5:30 in the morning either. While walking up the sidewalk to the front door I saw the blinds move ever so slightly, realizing it must be her making sure it’s me. As I was about to grab the doorknob the door was pulled open quickly from the inside and there she stood. Standing at 5’7” Emily was curvy but lean, with a small waist, wide hips, and perky natural breasts that fit perfectly in my hands. She must’ve woken up early to surprise me like this. I was a bit taken aback as the last thing I expected was to see her standing in the doorway in a black corset with lace trim that really accentuated her curves, and matching thong and a garter leading down to thigh high lace tights that hugged her long toned legs nicely and a pair of black stilettos. 

    Emily stepped forward so that the early morning light of August fell on her fair skin and made her straightened hair shine like gold. She put her hands on my chest and slowly slid them upward until her fingers laced behind my neck as she leaned her body into mine. I could tell she put work into this as she had even done her makeup, giving her a dark and seductive look overall. All of this just made me feel awful, as even like this, I had no desire to have s*x. “Hey there.” I gave a slight chuckle while putting my arms around her,  

    “You look really good, but I’m really beat from work, maybe a rain check?” I said softly, as I kissed her forehead. 

    I could instantly feel her body sink and the confidence she had fall away. I hated turning her down so much, but I just haven’t had the drive and she keeps trying. I knew it hurt her. She is a very physical and s****l woman, I knew this from when we started dating 9 years ago, and even when we finally got married 2 years ago, she hadn’t shown any signs of slowing down. Her hands released from behind my neck as she stepped backward; her face fallen and she looked defeated and frustrated.  

    “Yeah, that’s fine, but it’s been like 3 weeks, I wish you’d just tell me why you don’t want to have s*x with me anymore.” I could hear her frustration coming through. “We can’t exactly make a baby unless we do you know.”  

    I sighed, I know she's right, and I know she needs more than what I’ve been providing, but I won’t just try to fake it, neither of us deserves that. At this point, I typically try to avoid most physical affection regularly as I don’t want to give the impression that s*x is a possibility. Even just simple cuddling on the couch and she often tries to initiate, but I just have no desire. What kind of husband am I to turn down his beautiful and enthusiastic wife so regularly? Even with all the new things Emily wants to try to keep things fresh and interesting I just can’t bring myself to be aroused. 

Emily 

     I know he could tell I was frustrated; it was difficult to hide my disappointment. It seems like we only have s*x about once a month, twice if I’m lucky, and other forms of intimacy are also severely lacking, and it was taking a toll on me and on our relationship. I know my words probably stung him, but I was hurting. The constant rejection was becoming suffocating. So many times, I’ve offered for us to explore outside of our relationship. I know being with only one person for 10 years at only 27 and 28 respectively is a very long time, and it would be refreshing to test the waters while having a safe and loving partner to always come home to. I know he wasn’t completely opposed, as he did encourage me to pursue my coworker, Aimee, at my last job. 

     Aimee and I had a very flirty work friendship, and when it became obvious that she was also interested I arranged for us to hang out at mine and Damien’s house while he was at work. We had an amazing time that evening, watching movies, cuddling on the couch, and it ended up being my first time going all the way with another woman. At the end of the night, she decided to just stay the night as it was quite late, and had even teased saying she’d love to see what it was like being with me and Damien together, and that is exactly what happened when he got home in the morning. But that was a few years ago now. At the time it did boost our s*x life exponentially for a few months following. Aimee and I had hung out a couple of times after that night, but it was short-lived as she moved out of state for an amazing job offer. 

    Thinking about that night and Aimee was not helping my frustration that was growing in my core. I just wanted us to both be able to have all of our needs met, and while I would prefer to have my s****l needs met in our relationship, I know he doesn’t owe me s*x. If we were both getting that particular need filled elsewhere, then it would take the pressure off of each other and we could put our limited time together into us, instead of into s****l frustration fueled arguments. I sighed and shook my head as I walked into our bedroom to grab clothes to change into.  

    I had put so much effort into looking like this so early in the morning. I carefully stripped away the lingerie and pulled on a baggy black t-shirt and a pair of short running shorts to sleep in. Typically, I preferred to sleep naked, however, I am generally far more self-conscious about my body after he turns me down, especially when I’ve put so much effort into it. As I walked towards the bathroom to remove my makeup, I passed the full-length mirror and I immediately had to choke back a tear. Maybe he didn’t find me attractive anymore, or maybe he didn’t love me like he used to? I’ve tried talking to Damien about how these feelings before but the conversation always leads to nowhere. In the moment always tries to reassure me that neither is the case, but often that is the extent of it. I just want to feel beautiful and desired and loved. Is that so much to ask as a wife?