Submission Saved My Marriage

My wife Beth and I had been together for about a year, long enough to go through a few peaks and valleys. And this was definitely one of the valleys. We were in a rut. She had been promoted recently and was stressed with her new role, I was between jobs, and while we were making things work, I could sense the strain was growing and it was affecting our sex life. Beth always had a high libido, and I did my best to keep up. Being unemployed had definitely run down my mental health, and I wasn't able to keep up with her needs. Once I walked in on her masturbating with a vibrator. She continued as if I wasn't even there, which I found to be a huge turn on. I could never get up the courage to bring it up with her, or to ask her to do it again.

When we were invited to a weekend away with her college friends Mark and Jen, she was elated. She had been really close to Mark in college and had gotten close to Jen over the years after they got married. I got the impression she may have been more than friends with Mark at some point, but I tried not to pry into her "history". Beth had always been out of my league, she had pillowy soft C cups, smooth tan skin, bright green eyes, long brown hair and was taller than most women at 5'8. I always thought of myself as pretty average, light brown hair, and just a hair taller than Beth at 5'9.

I was much less excited for the trip. It was a sizable rental house in Vermont, beautiful views of the mountains, a pool, a hot tub, and I didn't need to see a price tag to know it was way out of our range. "I just don't think we can afford it, even if we're splitting it. We can't splurge on this kind of stuff." I could see the disappointment in Beth's face and it absolutely crushed me. Despite our issues, I deeply loved this woman, and I wanted to make her happy.

"Let me talk to Mark and see how much it is and maybe we can just do one night or something if it's too much. I'll figure it out," she said, and that was that.

A few days later, she came bouncing into the room, excited to share her good news. "It's all set! We're going for two nights next weekend, and Mark said it was his treat, so we're off the hook for the bill."

"Whoa, what?" I felt a knot in my gut tightening. Mark was a salesman at an ad firm and I knew he made good money, but I didn't really know how much. "We're not a charity case, we can't go and just freeload off Mark for the weekend," I said.

"I'm not a charity case," she shot back with some bite in her voice. It stung, and I think she saw it hurt me. She took a deep breath and continued. "You said we couldn't afford it, I talked to Mark and he wanted to help out his friends. He's a nice guy, and I, er, we really need this. He can afford it, it's not a big deal." She was looking at me with a mix of annoyance and disgust. I knew I wasn't going to win this one.

"Ok, fine. We'll go," I said.

She kissed me on the cheek and nearly skipped down the hall. She started packing with a full week to go. "I just want this to be perfect," she kept saying. Later, I found a handful of clothes tags in the trash, and I noticed I had never seen some of the swim suits she was packing. I didn't have the heart to confront her about the spending, knowing that this was what she needed, and fighting over it wasn't going to change anything.

The drive up was pretty quiet. Beth had picked out a black cocktail dress and I was wearing khakis and a polo. A few minutes out from the house, Beth said, "Matt, this is a big deal for me, it's been forever since I've been on vacation, and they are my best friends. I need you to turn off that stick-in-the-mud attitude and just go with the flow this weekend, ok?"

"Yeah. I get it. This will be fun," I said, dreading the next two days.

I pulled up behind a white Land Rover in the driveway. "Can you bring in my bags? I'm going to run in and say hi and figure out where we're sleeping," Beth said, and was halfway up the driveway before I could reply. I unloaded two heavy suitcases before slinging my overnight bag onto my back. "It's just two nights, what the hell is all this for?" I muttered to the neatly maintained lawn around me.

When I got inside, Jen was hugging Beth, followed by Mark, as I struggled through the hallway with her bags.

"I really like your new car, Mark!" Beth was beaming. She looked genuinely happy and excited in a way I hadn't seen her in a while. She really did need this.

"Oh, that's actually mine," Jen said. "Mark got a Porsche last year, and well, it doesn't have the trunk space for all my stuff, so he drove mine."

I put our suitcases down and walked up to stand next to my wife. Mark clapped his hand on my shoulder and said, "Kinda crazy how much they bring for two nights away right? I think I've got a bathing suit, a t-shirt and some shorts. She could survive for a month without wearing the same thing twice."

"Right? Like, it's two nights," I said, nodding my head.

"I doubt we'll hear any complaints when the new bathing suits go on," Beth said and winked at Jen. "You DO want us ladies looking nice, don't you?" There was a hint of edge in her voice as she looked at me, and I nodded.

"Whatever you want, honey," I said.

"Smart man!" Mark said and they all chuckled. We unpacked and settled in. Jen made a lamb roast with all the sides and it was absolutely amazing. I literally don't think I've eaten that well before. When dinner was finished, Jen started to clean up and Beth nudged me under the table.

"Let me help with that," I said and began clearing plates. I brought them to the kitchen, and helped Jen clean up and load the dishwasher. "This is really nice of you guys to do this whole weekend. This place is amazing, and dinner was even better."

"Well, your welcome for dinner, but the rest of it is all Mark. He and Beth have been friends for so long, and with that new job of hers, I get the feeling she's been really stressed and working to the bone. I know he's been coaching her a bit, giving her tips on climbing the ladder at work. I think this weekend was to remind her she needs to blow off some steam sometimes."

"That's really kind of him, I'll have to thank him later. I hope I'm not getting too personal, but were they always 'just friends'? You went to college with them and I never got the full story." I said, desperate for some insight and too afraid to ask my own wife.

"Are you asking me if they hooked up?" Jen said. "I wasn't with Mark back then so it wasn't my business. I know they flirted a lot."

"And you're ok with that? Not concerned he invited someone to sleep the weekend he used to flirt with?" I said, a little surprised at how casual she was taking this.

"Oh, hon, Mark is going to do what Mark wants to do. We have an amazing home, he buys me everything I need and he genuinely wants me to be happy. It's a great life. If the cost of all that is that he flirts with someone as gorgeous as Beth? It's a small price to pay. She is a catch you know. Smart, funny, curves for days, and with that new job she brings home the bacon. You want to hold onto her," Jen said.

"I know. I love her, deeply. I want to give her all the things you guys have. I just don't have the money. And my degree is useless. Art History, what was I thinking? I feel like I'm holding her back, like I'm dead weight in her life. I want her to be happy, and I don't think I'm succeeding," I said, opening up to Jen in a way I hadn't expected to. I realized my eyes were watering and my voice was cracking a little. Jen leaned in and gave me a hug.

"Listen, she loves you. You know that, and I can see it. But, and I don't want to overstep here?"

"No, no, tell me, I need to hear it," I said.

"You're trying really hard, but maybe you're trying to be the wrong thing? I mean this with love, sweetie, but I don't think you're cut out to be the provider. And that's not an insult, neither am I. But Mark is. And I think Beth is too. Maybe that's her role?"

"So what do I do?"

"Want me to spell it out? You grab some of those crystal glasses, make two bourbons, bring them into the den, smile, and you think about how goddamn lucky you are," Jen said, looking me right in the eyes. "And then come back here and finish these dishes with me! Seriously, this place is a mess."

I took the glasses down and started making two drinks. Once they were made, I stopped to take a few deep breaths and center myself. I forced a smile onto my face. I tried to remember what an incredible woman I had, and I went into the den.

The room was gorgeous. One side was floor to ceiling bookshelves with a rolling ladder. There was an orange glow from the fireplace lighting the room, with the occasional crackle from the wood fire. The decor was classic Vermont cabin, warm and cozy. Jen and Mark were sitting in large leather chairs opposite the couch talking animatedly. I brought her a drink first and she took it with a slight smile. I turned and handed one to Mark and said, "Thank you for this weekend. It's really nice for you to host us."

"You're welcome, anytime," Mark said, turning back to Beth.

I took that as my queue to leave and helped Jen finish up in the kitchen. I'd take peaks into the den and try to listen to Mark and Beth, but couldn't quite figure out what they were talking about. When we were almost done, I saw their drinks were low and I took the opportunity to refill. This time, Beth looked me right in the eye and said, "Thank you, are you doing alright in there?"

"Oh, yeah, Jen and I are hitting it off. You've got a great wife there, Mark," I said.

"So do you. Beth was just telling me about her new role. Not easy being on top, lotta people looking up to you. But she's cut from the right cloth for it," Mark said, finishing his drink in one big swig and handing me the glass.

"She is something special," I said, looking my wife over.

"You boys are making me blush. Or it's this bourbon. Or both. Either way, don't stop," she said, swirling her glass around. I could tell she had a buzz going and was loosening up a bit. I felt a stirring in my boxers as I undressed her in with my eyes.

"What do you say we move this out to the hot tub? I believe we were promised fancy new bathing suits?" Mark's eyes were locked on Beth like I wasn't even there. Any hope I had she'd say no went out the window.

"That's the best idea I've heard in a while. 30 minute break to change and we'll meet you out there?" Beth tossed back her drink and was pulling me by the hand toward the bedroom before I could say anything. I felt my cock stiffen just feeling her hand. When we got to the room, Beth closed and locked the door, and started kissing me, shoving her tongue down my throat as we stumbled backwards onto the bed. I wanted to say something but literally couldn't with her attacking my mouth. She pulled back and said, "It was a rough start, but you're doing great. This is exactly what I needed."

I opened my mouth to speak, but she put her finger over my lips and said, "Don't ruin it, just stay there." She started hiking up her cocktail dress until it was over her hips. She pulled her thong to the side and climbed on top of me. I thought she meant to ride me and I was hard as stone but she crawled right past my stomach til her legs were on either side of my head. She lowered herself down and I dove right into her wet pussy with my tongue. I heard her let out a low moan and I swelled with pride. It felt so good to please her again. I moved my tongue to her clit and began to circle the sensitive nub, listening to her quickening breath as I picked up the pace. She only ever came when I worked her clit, and it always made me feel like a man to make her cum. She must have been really horny because I could tell she was getting close already. Her hips were bucking and grinding her slick sex into my face. It was getting tough to keep my focus with how she was moving. Finally she grabbed my hair and pressed my whole head into her pussy. Her body shuddered and her hands let go of my head. She swung her leg over me and started undressing.

"I needed that," she said, pulling out some bathing suit options and dropping them on the bed.

"That was, uh, great, I'm glad you liked it. Do you think you could...?" I said, my erection making a tent in my pants.

"Maybe later, I need to clean up and find the right suit for tonight. You should take those pants off though, I can see your precum leaking through." I looked down and she was right, a sense of embarrassment washed over me. I ditched the pants and the polo and put on a bathing suit. I walked up behind Beth and tried to wrap my arms around her. "I need to get ready, why don't you go make everyone more drinks," she said dismissively.

"Sure," I said, feeling literally and figuratively deflated.

As I made my way through the house, I could hear Jen and Mark talking in the other bedroom as they were getting dressed. The door was a little ajar and I paused to try and hear what they were saying.

"...misty eyed in the kitchen. He's not a bad guy, but I have NO idea how he landed a woman like that. He's just in way over his head," I heard Jen say.

"He's in for an interesting ride with her," I heard Mark say. "Back in college? My God she was insatiable. I get why she picked him, what with her dominant streak, but I guess he's not taking to the role as quickly as she'd hoped."

"He asked me about that. I didn't have the heart to tell him his wife fucked most of the students and half the staff. How could he not know that?"

"She told me she's been dropping hints non-stop, and he's either castrated or blind. Apparently, she masturbated in front of him and he just watched, didn't make a single move. Honestly, you saw her ass in that dress, how is he not attached to it 24/7? She's made it clear somebody is fucking her this weekend, that's for sure."

"Well, I planted the seeds with him, so hopefully he figures it out," Jen said.

I quietly moved down the hall, my head swimming. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My wife had been a slut, and everyone seemed to know it but me. Actually, as I thought about it, I could believe it. All the signs were there, and I'd been missing them wrapped up in my own selfish little world. The more I thought about my young wife spreading her legs for every guy except me, I found myself getting hard again.

No one else had come out yet, so I made my way to the hot tub, started turning on the heat and the jets. I went back inside and went through the liquor cabinet and found some tequila. I got four glasses, found some soda water and started cutting up some limes. I heard Mark call from the other room that they were heading out to the hot tub. I made my way out with the drinks, putting them down on the table next to the tub. Mark was sitting on the edge, shirt off with his feet in the water. He had a well defined chest and six pack and he was sporting red swim trunks. His skin was evenly tan across his entire body from his dark black hairline down to his feet. I started to realize why Beth had spent her college years flirting, and probably fucking, this man. He had a square jaw, hint of stubble, and piercing hazel eyes. His muscles weren't large, but seemed so well-defined, like he was sculpted in a workshop. I became very aware of my farmer's tan.

Jen was tying her hair back next to the tub before she slid out of her cotton robe, revealing her bikini-clad body. Where Mark was firm, Jen was all softness. A narrow face with deep blue eyes, small but perky breasts held by a white strappy top. Her stomach was smooth down to a matching white square bikini covering her sex and slipping up between her ass cheeks leaving them completely exposed. She climbed up next to Mark sitting on the side of the tub, testing the water with her slender feet. I quickly turned away, afraid the growing stiffness in my trunks would become visible. Instead I made drinks and handed them to Mark and Jen.

"Don't be shy, the drinks are cold but the waters warm, join us," Jen said as she slipped into the tub, the water just cresting her nipples. I climbed in to the right of Jen across from Mark. They both seemed so relaxed in a way I'm not sure I've ever been. I kept nervously looking toward the door, wondering where Beth was.

"Relax bud, she likes to make an entrance, she'll be here when she's ready. Have a drink, put your head back. Let the jets work out some of that tension," Mark said, a hint of annoyance in his voice, like I was ruining the vibe. I took a big sip of tequila and swallowed it with a gulp. I closed my eyes and put my head back. I let my mind wander and focused on the warm jets hitting my back and the tequila warming my stomach. My body started sinking lower in the water, and I felt my muscles loosening. I took another long drink and focused on my breathing, trying to slow my thoughts. I'm not sure how long I drifted when I was dragged back by Beth's voice.

"Jeez, Jen, I'm gone for 10 minutes and you're already topless with my husband in the hot tub?" Beth said as she sauntered onto the patio in a fire red bikini. I jerked my head up and opened my eyes, seeing that Jen had taken off her top and put it on the ledge. She seemed to barely react to Beth.

"Honey, I didn't even realize she took it off, I had my eyes closed, I promise, I wasn't looking," I stammered out, my head on a swivel.

"Liar. I know I am. Let me get a good seat with a view," Beth said and sat directly across from Jen. "Look at those puffy little nipples. Are you telling me you don't find those attractive?"

"I, uh, no, I mean, I wasn't, you know..." I looked at them, and felt my swimsuit tightening.

"Well I find them extremely attractive, how about you Mark?"

Without opening his eyes or moving an inch Mark said, "Love 'em, married 'em, suck on 'em daily."

"Jen, how do you feel about them?" Beth asked.

"Well, I thought they were pretty impressive, but now I'm feeling a little insecure that Matt doesn't like them..." Jen said with a wry smile before giving me a fake sad face. "Give them a feel and tell me the truth."

I looked at Beth, who pointed with her chin telling me to go ahead. I reached over, gently sliding my hand across her nipple and cupping the left breast, before pulling my hand back. "They're, uh, very nice. You are an attractive woman."

"An attractive woman? I'm not convinced," Jen said.

"Me either. But words are cheap. I have a better idea, why don't you stand up, honey?" Beth said with a devilish smile on her face.

"Beth, I..." My voice trailed off in silent pleading to not make me do this.

"Stand up." It wasn't a question anymore. Beth looked me right in the eyes. I felt my face go flush, and I knew what was coming. At the same time, I felt like my marriage was on the line this weekend, and I was tired of disappointing her. I slowly stood up, the front of my shorts tenting out the full length of my 7" dick. I saw Mark lift his head and open one eye. It was very cold standing out of the water, but it didn't seem to affect my cock at all. All three of them were staring at it, and I realized it wasn't going away. If anything, I got a little harder.

"Better take those shorts off so Jen can get a good look," Beth said, savoring my discomfort. I knew there was no pushing back now. My mind flashed back to the ride up and Jen telling me to just go with the flow. I took a deep breath and pulled my swim trunks down. My hardon was raging, and sprung up when released before settling in a slightly upward angle. "That's better. See, he is a little pervert for those tits."

"My faith in humanity is restored," Jen said. "Huh, bigger than I was expecting, that's a nice surprise. Beth, would you say he knows how to use it?"

Beth made a frowny face, "He's eager, as you can see." She took one finger and pulled my cock down, releasing it to spring up, slapping against my stomach. "But to the rest, we're working on it, right honey?" You could have fried an egg on my forehead at that moment. I felt like the only blood in my body had rushed to either my face or my cock. I couldn't think. I was frozen yet boiling at the same time.