Well, carrying on my story, as I walked to the pub, I was confused, but excited, and embarrassed as I’d masturbated watching my wife Anne French kissing Jesse.
Their behavior was shameless, but what about mine? I had a quiet drink, & half hour later returned; Jesse had gone, & my wife was just entering her bath. I know that when she has a soak, she’s in the bath for quite a while. Nothing was said, as she entered the bath.
I went to our marital bed, & felt it warm, and damp with their love juices, and with a kinda ‘body/perfume smell’. No doubt, my wife & her lover had been in bed together. Though upset, I got another hard on. I quickly undressed, & crept under the covers for a good walk! I felt that I was part of their lovemaking, though as an ‘extra’. In the warmth & the damp, within a couple of minutes I shot my load onto their love juices. In a sense, I suppose, this was my way of giving my blessing to my wife’s adultery.
Nothing was said. 3 or so days later, at about 6 in the evening, about the time we both return from work, I had a phone call from Anne. Now Anne would always tell me to phone if I was gonna be late from work, like a meeting, or a drink with workmates.
So she was gonna be late, & quite rightly, phoned me. She said, & I remember her words so so vividly, “I’ll be late; I’m with Jesse”. She was at his place to be serviced by that blond stud, & there was nothing I could do about it. Some 40 minutes later she returned, but I’d already did what cuckolds do, privately. Again when she returned, nothing was said. And this happened at least once a week, she phoning around 6, with the words, “I’ll be late; I’m with Jesse!”. Became a routine, as I too would do what I always did in that situation ie waving a lovely masturbate.
One time the ‘first time’ was repeated; he’d come over to discuss club affairs, & like before, they went arm in arm to near the book case, where they joined their mouths together in front of me, with me stood 2 feet away, openly ‘admiring them’.
The way my wife’s tongue was doing a love dance in his mouth was worth watching. ‘Twas like they were putting on a show for me; and WHAT a lewd exhibition of hot & dirty French kissing! Once more I anointed the wooden flooring of our lounge; & once more I excused myself to visit the pub. On return, once more our marital bed was all moist & warm & ‘perfumed’—like good lovemaking had happened.
Life goes on, & our routine is pretty established.
I accept that stud Jesse is a better man, & that my wife really really enjoys being pleasured by him.
FUCK MY WIFE!
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