After six years of marriage, it finally happened, and I can’t say I’m surprised. I’m 28 and, while my parents were originally from Korea, I’m as American as apple pie. My breasts are average, but since I’m slender they appear larger than they really are. I have a firm bottom and most guys describe me as having ‘exotic looks’, which basically means I’m attractive.
I met the man who would become my husband in my third year of college. Michael was attractive, had a nice personality, was in great shape from being on the school’s soccer team, and was pretty damn good in bed. After a prolonged romance, we married right after graduation. At first everything was fine, with Michael landing a well-paying job and getting promoted at a fast pace, but as the years passed by things changed, and not for the better. Michael developed bad drinking habits as he moved up the corporate food chain. It wasn’t going out with the boys twice a week that bothered me as much as when it became four times. The more he drank, the more of a beer gut he acquired as well. I tried to get him to cut back, even going so far as to joining a health club so we could work out together, but he gave up after a couple of weeks on the treadmill and consoled himself with as much booze as he could find.
Our sex life took a hit, too. The more he drank, the less we had, and I have to admit his increasingly large gut was a major turn off. Now I’m no nympho that wants sex five times a day, but when it became only once a week, I began to get restless. Suddenly, I started noticing other men and wondered what they would be like in bed. I still loved my husband and never acted on my impulses, but I was tempted.
Then came my husband’s company picnic. It was an annual event that the employees’ families were invited to, which meant at least three hundred people would be in attendance. It was held at a park that had a sizeable lake, leaving plenty of space for everyone to mingle without feeling fenced in. I was feeling particularly horny that day and dressed in a pair of shorts that were a size too small and a skimpy halter top. Underneath I wore an even smaller bikini in the hopes that my hubby might get turned on and I’d get a little action before the picnic, if not canceling it outright. Unfortunately, Michael didn’t even seem to notice as we hopped in the car and drove off. (more…)
