Not My Husband's Wife

By Stefan Coupe

Angela and Mike Foden are both career civil servants. At 44 years old, Angela still has a great figure and attractive features. She works for the Home Office as a manager in a Policy Unit. Mike is 4 years older and is a Senior Civil Servant for the Department for Education. Married for almost twenty years, their lives have become stagnant over recent months and Angela has noticed how routine they have become as a couple. Routine being something that she hates.

Angela has also noticed that Mike spends more time at work than he does with her. Despite telling Angela that he loves her, Angela is not convinced that he is sincere and starts to question just how much love there is between them, using sexual advances to see how Mike reacts. Failing to respond to these advances causes Angela to question herself and how attractive she still is. As a result, she embarks on a journey to provoke responses from other men. She leaves one young man in a sandwich shop salivating from her actions.

With her renewed confidence and convinced that Mike no longer feels anything towards her, Angela turns to the internet to investigate how easy it is to find casual sex. She starts chatting with Matt, a married man also in a sexless marriage. The more they chat, the more they find they have in common. This leads Angela to agree to meeting Matt, whilst at the same time, craving attention from her husband who continually works late or brings work home.

After meeting Matt for a coffee where her confidence spills over and Matt is left licking his lips after a taste of Angela is forced into his mouth on Angela’s fingers, an agreement is made to meet for sex. Matt books a hotel and they both arrange for the time off work.

The afternoon starts with great sex with Angela declaring she has felt like herself again and not like the woman who is married to her husband. However, after the sex and an early orgasm, Angela is full of guilt and goes home with most of the afternoon remaining. At home, an unintentional phone call from Mike alerts her that he may not have been telling the truth himself. When he arrives home, it becomes clear that they have both had their own indiscretions because of similar feelings towards their marriage. Instead of a blazing row, they settle the situation with intense sex, after which, Mike makes a surprising proposition.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Stefan Coupe
• Release date: Apr 12, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301024568

Stefan Coupe

A divorced father of three who lives and works in Manchester, England. I have written a few short stories and published them on various sites where erotic stories are uploaded by amateurs. These stories will be updated and published here over time.I prefer to write erotica because it allows me to express things sexual, in a way that matches my attitudes towards sex and the excitements it brings. Stimulating the mind is one way of stimulating the whole body.If you are kind enough to download and read any of my published works, please leave a review.**Currently working on the sequel to 'Not My Husband's Wife' - did Angela accept Mike's proposition? Watch this space for further updates. **

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Not My Husband’s Wife

by Stefan Coupe

Copyright 2013 Stefan Coupe

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DISCLAIMER: This story is intended for a mature audience only! Contains explicit, graphic sex and language. Not intended for individuals under the age of 18.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1 - The Irritant

Chapter 2 - The First Day Of A New Chapter In My Life

Chapter 3 - The Rest of my Life Has Started But What Do I Do About It

Chapter 4 - Let’s See What’s Out There

Chapter 5 - No Expectations

Chapter 6 - Sink or Swim

Chapter 7 - You Want Me? You Got Me

Chapter 8 - Ignite My Spark And I Will Become HOT

Chapter 9 - Celebrate Good Decisions But Learn From The Bad Ones

Chapter 10 - The Truth, The Whole Truth And Nothing But The Truth

Chapter 11 - A Passion Re-kindled

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Chapter 1 - The Irritant

Good Night…. Love you

Love you too

Angela lay in bed with the words lingering in her head. Love you too. Mike her husband hadn’t even given her a kiss goodnight before uttering the words and turning over with his back to her. I am not sure I actually do still love you, or that you love me, we have fallen into something that can only be described as routine. I always hated ROUTINE and it is starting to eat away at me.

Angela had met Mike over 18 years ago at the wedding of one of her friends. She was 26 at the time and Mike was a few years older at 30. She had been settled into a job in the civil service for a couple of years following 5 years of a party life style when she had left university. Mike was also a civil servant but was more established. They had hit it off straight away after being introduced by friends trying to do a bit of match making, something which had annoyed Angela at first but was eventually thankful for as her relationship with Mike blossomed.

The night of that wedding, she had been quite zealous with her outfit because the wedding was a close friend. She had spent what was to her then, a small fortune on a little black Karen Millen dress. Not quite Chanel but she knew the allure that a little black dress could have on men. She remembers the compliments from her friends because she had always had a slim and toned figure from plenty of hours in the gym. The dress hugged her shape like it was part of her skin and was short enough to show off her great legs. That was how her friends and most guys who tried chatting up on nights out described them. Those legs would work wonders keeping my ears warm she thought back as one of the worst chat up lines she had ever heard.

Even at the wedding, her legs had drawn attention to her. After being introduced to Mike and they were sat alone chatting, he confessed to her I saw you earlier in the night, your legs caught my eye. Thankfully, for his benefit, he wasn’t just transfixed on legs and he had the charm to engross her in conversation all night too, flirting at the right times and being a gracious gentleman when he needed to be. In truth, she had been smitten after that very first night.

Now, at 44 years old with 45 just around the corner, Angela lay in bed, questioning just what Love meant to her today and how different her life had become from the heady, boozy nights of her early 20s and the early stages of her relationship with Mike.

There was no doubting that she had done OK for herself, now a middle manager in a Policy Unit at the Home Office, part of the Civil Service. She was well respected by her colleagues and carried out a role that she actually enjoyed doing. One thing she hated was hearing people moan about their jobs. Go and find another one then! was a thought and rant she often kept to herself. In contrast, Mike had moved up the civil service ladder a lot further. He was in the Senior Civil Service, meaning that together, they led a comfortable life financially. It was only now that Angela was realising that the money was really the only true comfort in her relationship.

What has happened? She thought to herself, the deep thoughts now keeping her awake. Lay on her back, she glanced left, it was always left because as most couples, they each had their ‘own’ side of the bed. Even that depresses me – Mike was fast asleep already.

Her thoughts moved on to sex and the comparison between the early days of the relationship and now. When they had met, their sex life wasn’t mind blowing but nor was it boring. They enjoyed sex often. As most young couples do, they never held back and had sex when the moment arose. She had often found herself leaning forward over the dining table with Mike behind her, breathing loud and with purpose. She also recalled a number of places they had used for sex that she considered quite risky when they were younger. A smile grew on her face as she remembered shopping for a dress with Mike and inviting him into the changing room to help with the zip. What started out as an innocent request for assistance turned out to be a blowjob and silent fuck behind a curtain with a shop assistant only a few feet away. She also recalled being stood at a bar in a busy pub. She had pushed her way through because the staff always served women first. Mike was stood behind her, almost protecting her from being barged and the potential for some random guy to get a grope of his girlfriend. As Angela waited to be served, she felt Mike’s hand go up her skirt, a hand stroke her arse before a finger slipped inside her knickers and then inside her. All whilst everybody in the pub was oblivious to what he was doing. That one episode in the bar kept them both horny all night and she remembered being up night fucking and sucking each other. This side of sex when she was younger was something she enjoyed, spontaneous sex, it was causing her mind now to recall more of her sexy antics of years ago.

She liked the thought of things like that happening again, she dwelled on the thought that spontaneity had always been a big turn on for her. Nowadays though, sex was a rarity and even then, it felt like an obligation as opposed to the pair of them giving each other that I WANT YOU feeling. The most she expected these days was a morning peck on the cheek, one when Mike got in from work and sometimes one when they went to bed. A hug or a squeeze may get offered as an extra bonus but full on animalistic sex seemed to be cosigned to the history books of their lives.

Laying there in bed on her back, in a reflective mood, her mind cast itself back to her single days when she could be heading to party islands like Ibiza and Majorca with her friends, sometimes with less than two days notice. She remembered that she could dress in a way that showed maximum flesh and which generated maximum attention. Angela loved attention when she was young. Through the day it would be skimpy bikinis with a sarong and in the night, tight hot pants, bare midriff and a cropped top that showed plenty of cleavage. The outfits would be finished off with a pair of killer heels. How did I walk in those shoes! She was pleased though that the model like figure she had in those days was all but in place now. Her inability to have children had helped her keep her body in good shape, it was certainly taking longer than some women she knew whose features were already starting to sag, not me, not yet she often thought. She always knew she was in good shape for her age and that men must still find her attractive.

She was still wide awake, deep in thought knowing that despite being happy when she married and thorough the early years of her relationship with Mike, those post-university days were the happiest of her life, no cares in the world, lots of attention and some great sex but all with men she had been very picky about choosing. Angela loved sex, but she could not have sex with anybody, they had to make a connection with her mind, make her laugh, have something about them before she would even entertain opening her legs for them. Except one guy she thought as a late night holiday romp filled her head.

The dull noise of a bar thumped through her mind, her thoughts were back in 1991 and it was 2am in Magaluf. Ryan, an athletic looking man in his late 20s, obviously played sport and worked out, short blond hair and a Northern Irish accent had been chasing her for most of the night. Going on holiday as a group of girls normally meant that groups of lads would often latch onto to them during the night, attending the same bars and nightclubs. Ryan had been in one such group that had followed Angela and her friends through the bars of the town. In the nightclub, Angela had been dancing with her friends and Ryan had been on the dance floor next to them. Alcohol had fuelled her courage and she finally moved towards him to make his night and dance near him. As the music pumped, she reared up to him, grinding her arse into his crotch as they danced. Initially it had all been in jest, a bit of a laugh and a tease, but she felt his cock harden straight away on the dance floor. That instant feeling of knowing she had turned this guy on enough for him to react, made her want to feel more of his cock.

A few shots and dances later and there she was, stood outside at the side of the nightclub kissing Ryan hard. his hands were on her arse pulling her towards him and one of Angela's hands was caressing Ryan's cock over his shorts. The sensual feeling of a good kiss was a sensation that lit Angela's passion like lighting blue touch paper of a firework. That long kiss was enough to throw her inhibitions away and make the most of this young Irish guy. Angela had crouched down in front of Ryan, the music vibrating through the walls. She ran a hand up each f Ryan's legs, feeling his muscles flex and tighten in anticipation of her hands moving upwards towards his cock. All the time, Angela was looking right into his face, not needing to look at her hands, as she knew exactly where they were going. Underneath his shorts, she slipped one inside of Ryan's boxer shorts and grabbed Ryan's cock. It was hard but still growing. Angela liked big cocks so let out a moan as she felt the whole length of it in her hand.

She slowly wanked Ryan, feeling his legs tighten more as she pulled the skin back and forth. Eventually, and before Ryan came too early, Angela let go of Ryan's cock and released the button of his shorts, dropping them and boxer short from underneath down to the floor. As the boxer shorts slipped over Ryan's cock, it bounced back up towards her face, stopping righ in front of her mouth. With one hand around the shaft, she began to slowly and gently kiss the tip, circling the head with her tongue. Her hand movement increased as she opened her mouth and slid his whole cock inside. Her tongue worked its way up, down and around his cock as she pulled him deep into her mouth. I just had to have this guy she recalled. After a long blowjob, she remembered standing up, pulling her own shorts down to reveal her smoothly shave pussy to Ryan, he wanted to return the favour of a good oral massage but Angela needed that cock inside her. She leaned up against the wall, placed a condom on his cock, turned to face the wall and guided him into her from behind. She remembered dreading telling her friends in case they thought she was a slut. She knew she was but didn't want reminding of it. Ryan hadn't lasted long once they started fucking and came very quickly, much to Angela's disappointment. It was a very horny experience for Angela though and a sense of enlightenment for her at the time, knowing she could probably have any man she wanted.

Back in bed lay next to Mike, her eyes opened with a startle as she realised the involuntary movement her hand had made towards her pussy. As normal, these days, she was wearing a t-shirt and