Wonderful Life With My Gorgeous Hotwife (revisited)

[john jasson]

I’ve been inspired by the style in which Tom told his story in his thread on the other board over the past few weeks. viewtopic.php?f=6&t=65070 . I loved the way he set the scene but then used raw dialogue to the maximum for the telling of the events. One of his followers called it “game changing” and I wouldn’t argue with that. I do hope he returns and continues.

It’s years since I wrote our own story here, and that was done mainly in a historical reporting style. It has long since dropped off the far end, so having been drawn in to read Tom, I decided to have a go at rewriting my own experiences with my wife, “Sherrie”, also using spoken dialogue (or texts/emails) between the two of us and her “boys” as far as possible to relate the story.

For those of you who have read Tom’s hot ride, a few differences will be apparent straightaway. This will be our life story from the start, so not in real time happening now (unless and until we get up to date, but that would be a long way off). I guess it will therefore lack Tom’s young nimble fingered spontaneity and his returning every few hours to update. Also life is busy, as ever. Sherrie and I are fully committed professionally and so it will only be updated as and when I can fit it in. As Tom also said: “This is maybe 2% of our life.” Well in truth, for us it’s not even that, but it’s certainly the hottest x%! Some of the longer established members here might remember my earlier chronicle, and might even remember Sherrie’s one and only post as “sherrie red”, I think. She was horrified when I told her I’d posted our story online, but she had the grace to come on just once and acknowledge her “fans” here. She’s such a shy girl at heart despite her adventures. A total beautiful contradiction, but that’s part of what I love about her.

[john jasson]

So. The set up:

Me: J – John: 6ft tall, dark, slim, play sports but not “ripped” or body building. Average in that way. Not bad looking but nothing special if I’m modest. Cock size: Up in anger over 7 inches with about 6” girth (circumference) – I measured it again to make it scientific. Flaccid less than half that. Definitely a grower not a shower – I don’t go waving it around in the gym changing rooms, for sure, if you know what I mean. The ladies always seemed happy enough though, and I can certainly make Sherrie yodel with it even now.

Her: S – Sherrie: What can I say. She’s gorgeous – still. Athlete. Long distance fell runner. Average height, perfect figure with tits a bit bigger than you’d expect on a slim girl and the most stupendous ass which was the first thing I saw of her! The reddest of red hair which, I’m proud to say, she still has and it’s not out of a bottle. The loveliest expressive, sexy brown eyes that can soothe you into bed or flash at you in fury if she’s riled. She’s smart. University degrees and a doctorate all gained as a mature student. Ultra feminine, but a man’s rather than a woman’s woman. If we’re at a mixed event, she’ll be the female holding court among a group of guys about things guys are interested in. She prefers to walk a forest with me to walking a shopping mall with the girls. She’s kind and best of all, she loves me more than anything. Yes, I’d dated girls, but I punched above my weight here.

Background: As a teenager I never looked that much at visual porn. It seemed a bit cold to me. If I could get hold of “adult” magazines I’d be reading the letters or stories, and it was always the ones that involved men sharing their wives or anything that involved adultery or submission that did it for me. That got me hot. I guess we’re all made differently so I just accepted it and enjoyed it.

I met magical Sherrie one enchanted night when I was out with Sean, my best friend. (He still is my best friend although we live in different countries now.) We were obviously getting on famously so he made himself scarce as did her friends. That was it. It was pretty much love’s dream from the first night. Our friends didn’t see as much of us for a while after that because we were simply too wrapped up in the glow of each other, just spending time together and making wonderful love, to be bothered about anyone else. We held hands all the time and cuddled continuously. We were both 19 and we were in heaven. Both of us had had steady dates before and a few sexual partners, but we both agreed we’d known nothing like this. That wonderful new feeling of love was so powerful that it literally bowled us over, and it never ever left us. When we did venture forth occasionally with friends, maybe to the pub at a weekend, it was always the two of us together and we remained wrapped up in each other even in the company of others, pretty much in a world of our own. I found out later that the bar staff in the local pub referred to us as “the budgies” which gives you a clue as to how we must have looked gazing into each other's eyes, chirping and pecking at each other in our mutual paradise. We had it bad, as the old timers would say.

We spent most of our time at each other’s parents. Anything, just to be together. Work was a chore because we had to tear ourselves away from each other. Within months we were engaged. Within two years, married at 21. Paradise was then transferred to our little house where we could just be ourselves and let the world go by. We would spend entire weekends in bed consuming each other body and soul. We were utterly mutually obsessed.

If that all sounds a bit intense, it was. Seriously. But I've stressed it here because you have to get your head around how “one” we were; how much of an integrated unit we’d become, and actually still are, to understand the bombshell effects of what we did later, and how high the resulting adrenaline rush would climb. Nobody who knew us would have believed the things that "the young lovers" got up to in a million years. To take all of that mutual bonding, suspend it and have her go off in a totally different direction was and is quite mind blowing.

[john jasson]

Against the backdrop of this tightest of loving relationships, we were also still in the first flush of our marriage and honeymoon when this first different experience happened. We were married in the spring and this was a hot evening the same summer. Sean, my mate, was by now also going steady with a girl called Julie, and we’d got into the habit of making up a four at the pub. We’d met them at 8pm and I’d had a couple of drinks, Sherrie was on fruit juice. About 10.30pm in walks another acquaintance of all of us, Damien with his fiancée, Jeannie. They were due to get married in another two months so, if you like, this happened right in between our two weddings. Damien was a known loudmouth, tall, well built, full of himself. We all shuffled around the table slightly so there was room for 6 rather than 4 and Damien finished up sitting right opposite Sherrie, with Jeannie shoehorned in beside him.

From that moment on, he addressed every word he spoke staring directly at my wife, and if she answered at all it was in a sort of quiet submissive way to him. She was 21 and looked a knockout. She was wearing a weather appropriate short, low cut powder blue summer dress that showed plenty of thigh, her shoulders, back and the swell of her large breasts. Underneath I knew she was wearing only a matching thong. No bra. He was blatantly ogling her, and I watched flabbergasted at the effect this man was having on my devoted sweetheart. She was returning his stare intensely, unblinking, pupils dilated. Goosebumps rose on her bare shoulders, the visible parts of her breasts, her back and thighs. You could safely assume they were everywhere on her body, and he advertised the fact that he knew it with a smug smirk. Her nipples were growing enormous and were plainly visible beneath the thin material of her dress. Everyone was looking at her almost open-mouthed as he overwhelmed her with his presence. I endured this situation until Damien and Jeannie finished their one drink and left. As it was close to closing time, and everyone was a bit taken aback by what had happened, we quickly decided to call it a night too.

We said our goodnights to Sean and Julie, me trying to act as normally as possible and just wanting to get away. We headed off in the opposite direction to the far end of the car park. When we’d arrived earlier on, the place had been full but by now our car was standing alone, away from the lights of the pub in the darkness. Brand new car we had treated ourselves to as a wedding present with a car loan on top of the mortgage. Holes in our shoes, but brand new car! Sherrie was driving, I was drinking, so she didn’t even have that excuse for her exhibition. She walked around to the driver’s side, and instead of getting in the passenger side, I followed her. Before she could open her door, I pinned her up against the car with my body so she couldn’t move. The car hid what was going on from the nearest people 50 metres away near the pub. She was shocked because I’d never been aggressive toward her before, but she thought I was just going to kiss her and went to respond. Instead, I lifted her short dress and forced my hand between her legs. She was a creamy mess all over her mound and at the top of her inner thighs. Her thong had almost disappeared into her swollen slit.

J: You’re absolutely soaking.
S: Yeah. I need you.

She started rubbing herself against me, still coming in for a kiss.

J: Get in the car!

Shaken by the sharp command, she jumped to it. Once we were both inside.

S: Are you ok?
J: Shut up and drive.

[Long Lurker 34]

John

As you have posted this or a version of this in the past and it fell off the board due to inactivity, I figure you don't wish to repeatedly reenter your tale. So might I suggest you post this in the Library.

[funcpl477]

Wherever you choose to post it - you made a great start!

[trecital]

I’ve been inspired by the style in which Tom told his story in his thread on the other board over the past few weeks. viewtopic.php?f=6&t=65070 . I loved the way he set the scene but then used raw dialogue to the maximum for the telling of the events. One of his followers called it “game changing” and I wouldn’t argue with that.

Personally I found his style very irritating. And as for 'game changing'......absolutely not. It's been done before, and it was as tedious then as it was in 'Toms' thread. The continual inclusion of 'lmao' and 'babe' every second line, just became grating very fast. Personally I felt it gave the impression of it being written by a 16 year old.

But, if you want to write in that style then go ahead. Having said that, what you have written so far doesn't have too much of the 'I said, she said, I said, she said' stuff, so is not really anywhere near as bad as in 'Toms' thread.

Sorry to be critical so early in your thread, and my intention is not to put you off retelling your story. I just felt that I had to offer an alternative view of that style being 'game changing'.

[john jasson]

John

As you have posted this or a version of this in the past and it fell off the board due to inactivity, I figure you don't wish to repeatedly reenter your tale. So might I suggest you post this in the Library.

Hi Long Lurker 34, I appreciate your comment. To be honest, I never really considered the Library. I tend to think it’s for grand works of fiction such as Xleglover and others write. I guess I didn’t want our real experiences to be considered fiction when I first wrote it back in 2012. Also I’m not looking to go down in the annals of hotwifing history. If a few people enjoy reading it as it goes along that’s fine by me. Thing is, I decided to redo this for fun in a totally different style as I said. It’s just an experiment. I might not have been tempted if the original was still around. I’ve done some writing over the years in various styles and genres, but I’ve never attempted this one before, so it interests me, particularly in that I’m applying it to us as real people interacting in real events and not with some made up characters. At the same time, I am including things here that I didn’t before, like the Damien episode which I didn’t cover at all previously but which was actually the start of everything. Ten years ago, I left out things that I was a bit sensitive about because they include emotions that were very uncomfortable for me when the events happened. More comfortable with it all now as I get older.

[john jasson]

Wherever you choose to post it - you made a great start!

Hi funcpl477, I appreciate your comment. I have the next bit almost ready. I'll post it soon.

[john jasson]

Personally I found his style very irritating. And as for 'game changing'......absolutely not. It's been done before, and it was as tedious then as it was in 'Toms' thread. The continual inclusion of 'lmao' and 'babe' every second line, just became grating very fast. Personally I felt it gave the impression of it being written by a 16 year old.

But, if you want to write in that style then go ahead. Having said that, what you have written so far doesn't have too much of the 'I said, she said, I said, she said' stuff, so is not really anywhere near as bad as in 'Toms' thread.

Sorry to be critical so early in your thread, and my intention is not to put you off retelling your story. I just felt that I had to offer an alternative view of that style being 'game changing'.

Hi trecital, I appreciate your comment, but oh dear! You are sooo going to hate the next bit! It’s going to be Tedium City for you. Lmao. Isn’t it odd and rather wonderful how we all see things so differently? I don’t want to reprise the whole Tom thing here because we had that debate ad nauseam. I guess we will have to agree that we simply have diametrically opposed views on his style, maturity and personal experience of this subject. (No further Tom correspondence will be entered into! It's too divisive.)

No worries about putting me off though. I’m far too stubborn for that as Sherrie would attest! Hey, you may be right and the style might not suit my writing either. I could get frustrated with the strictures of it. If I’m not feeling it, I will abandon the project. I won’t flog a dead horse you can be sure. I've said it's just an experiment. A different way of putting over our HW life story. Just for fun.

[trecital]

Hi trecital, I appreciate your comment, but oh dear! You are sooo going to hate the next bit! It’s going to be Tedium City for you. Lmao.

I'm not going to hate the next bit, because I wont be reading it....so put in as many lmao's etc as you want....knock yourself out.
I originally opened your thread as the title seemed interesting. But I only read your first paragraph where you claimed that 'Tom's' writing style was 'game changing'. Which it wasn't.
If you want to try to emulate that style then be my guest.

So, no 'Tedium City' for me...lmao

[octavian]

I intend to read it John and I am sure so will many others.

[john jasson]

I'm not going to hate the next bit, because I wont be reading it....so put in as many lmao's etc as you want....knock yourself out.
I originally opened your thread as the title seemed interesting. But I only read your first paragraph where you claimed that 'Tom's' writing style was 'game changing'. Which it wasn't.
If you want to try to emulate that style then be my guest.

So, no 'Tedium City' for me...lmao

You now say you “only read your first paragraph” but previously you were able to offer the generous critique that “what you have written so far doesn't have too much of the 'I said, she said, I said, she said' stuff, so is not really anywhere near as bad as in 'Toms' thread.” Hmmm. Interesting talent you have there. There must be a name for it.

My response was intended to be humorous, but clearly it lost everything in translation. Sherrie and I are as likely to share a joint papacy as we are to use “lmao”, but I recognise that the younger (and some not so young) do use it all the time, and to excess. It might be irritating but it’s a thing nowadays. But my meaning in saying you’ll hate it was that we are about to head into dialogue, so if that’s not your bag, yeah, best jog on. Cheerio.

[john jasson]

I intend to read it John and I am sure so will many others.

Hi Octavian, I appreciate your comment.

[john jasson]

10 minutes drive in total silence, then as soon as we are back in the house with the door closed I turn on her:

J: (aggressively) What the fuck was that all about?
S (beginning to tear up): What?
J: YOU know.
S (looks at me with her big pleading eyes): What?!
J: That was fucking embarrassing.
S: I’m sorry, babe.
J: Sorry for what exactly? What was that?
S (hesitating): I… I don’t really know.

I am literally circling around her in a bemused daze and she’s becoming intimidated by now:

J: Try maybe I’ve just been sitting in the pub with our best friends trying to look cool while my loving bride of 2 months sat next to me with her tongue hanging out for a bigheaded gobby asshole on the other side of the table.

I stop moving to stand in front of her and look her in the eye:

J: It was obvious to everyone. What the fuck were you thinking?
S (shamefaced): I’m so sorry.

She doesn’t try to deny it, I note:

J: He was loving it. There was only you and him in the room. Or there might as well have been. He aimed every word directly at your tits, ignoring everyone else, and you just lapped it up with your big eyes wide and out on stalks staring right back at him.

She sits down on the sofa, head in hands and won’t look at me:

S: I am so sorry.
J: Then the goosebumps, and that fucking X rated nipple show. I didn’t know your nipples could grow so long! He showed me he could do it without even touching you. Poor Jeannie turned green. I thought she was going to hit the bastard, or you, or at least walk out.
S: I’m so sorry, babe.
J: Stop saying you’re sorry and say something that explains this shitshow. It was clear to us all what you both wanted. We know he has no shame, but YOU? What the fuck came over you?

She finally looks up at me:

S: I…. I don’t really know. Our eyes just met, and I couldn’t look away. It was like he put me under a spell. Hypnotised me almost. I DIDN’T want him! Please don’t SAY that. I don’t want anyone but you.
J: He’s an arrogant, horrible twat. Treats Jeannie like shit.
S: (screams the words) I KNOW THAT!

She starts to cry now, sobbing bitterly:

J: We watched your eyes undress each other. About the only thing you didn’t do was fuck him over the table, and you looked like you’d orgasmed in your seat anyway with all the fidgeting around you were doing. And the bastard knew it with that huge stupid grin on his face. You’d at least been well on the way by the state of your cunt in the car park.

She’s incoherent in her grief by this time:

J: It was so in our faces that Sean whispered to me what the fuck has Sherrie been drinking, and Julie just sat there blushing red and not knowing where to look next.
S (struggling to speak): I’m truly sorry.

Meanwhile, I'm still in shock, genuinely hurt and not yet ready to let up on her:

J: You made a real spectacle of yourself. Of us as a couple! How am I supposed to feel with that going on? I never felt so alone as I did there. The twat was laughing at me! And it felt like you were as well, which is far worse. The shame of it in front of Sean and Julie too!
S (between sobs): I know. I’m sorry.
J: You KNOW? What do you mean, you know? So you WERE laughing at me?
S: NO!! I felt so bad, but I was out of control. I couldn’t stop.
J: It was like if he had stood up and dragged you out of the room by your hair you would have gone with him willingly to his cave. It was that primitive.
S: (choosing her words): No, I wouldn’t have, ever. You know that. But yeah, I admit it did feel a bit like he could do anything he liked with me just then. I can't explain it.
J: You got soaking wet for him and your whole body was trembling. Don’t deny it.
S: Yeah. I know. I’m sorry. It’s never happened to me before. I don’t understand it any more than you do.
J: You humiliated me in there. Jesus, Sherrie, we’ve only just got the last of the confetti out of our hair!
S: I’m sorry, John. Please love me. I need you to love me. My life is over if you don’t love me!
J: But you must know that you humiliated me. And with a twat like him!!
S: Yes, but like I said, I couldn’t help it. Just a hot situation. Deep instinct, maybe. I don’t know why. I’m so sad that I let you down like that. I feel like a tart. It’ll never happen again.

J: You know how massive my pride has always been in being with you; having your love? You evaporated the whole lot in seconds tonight. If you’d been single would you have fucked him?
S (holds hand up to hush me, doesn't want to hear it): Hypothetical. No idea. I am so sorry, babe. I was awful. Please forgive me.

I sit down beside her now, lift her dress and part her legs to look at her thong which is still a mess and straining to cover her genitals. She's completely pliant with remorse, I meet no resistance. I’d gradually eased back my aggression during the conversation and she’s also slowly trying to find her composure again. Now it’s more like just intense between us rather than me shouting and her cowering and wailing. I look back to her eyes and say it. Say what has been lurking deep down underneath the genuine pain:

J: It was hot though at the same time.

She didn’t know, but of course, this had pushed my buttons big style :

S (thrown, confused after all the shouting): Eh? How do you mean? hot? Was it?
J: Yeah.

I grab her hand and place it over my cock so she can feel how big I am through my trousers. She gives me the oddest of looks:

S: Fuck! That’s almost as weird as what I did! But truly, it will never happen again, John. I promise you. I’ll do anything. Are we alright?

Her lovely eyes are really pleading, and have been the whole time. I can never stay mad at my Sherrie for very long, so I take pity, pull her in and hug her to make it better, as I always do about anything, and wipe her tears away:

J: I love you sweetheart. Let’s go to bed and make love. Get it out of our system.

S: Oh yes please. Let's do that. And let's stay there all day tomorrow.

[trecital]

You now say you “only read your first paragraph” but previously you were able to offer the generous critique that “what you have written so far doesn't have too much of the 'I said, she said, I said, she said' stuff, so is not really anywhere near as bad as in 'Toms' thread.” Hmmm. Interesting talent you have there. There must be a name for it.

My response was intended to be humorous, but clearly it lost everything in translation. Sherrie and I are as likely to share a joint papacy as we are to use “lmao”, but I recognise that the younger (and some not so young) do use it all the time, and to excess. It might be irritating but it’s a thing nowadays. But my meaning in saying you’ll hate it was that we are about to head into dialogue, so if that’s not your bag, yeah, best jog on. Cheerio.

Quite a simple explanation... I read your first paragraph fully. It was clear that you were wanting to emulate the style of 'SomeoneCuckMe', otherwise known as 'Tom'. His style was to include loads of 'verbatim' text, which had long sections like this:

J: Hes coming around for dinner on Friday x
M: You invited him?
J: Yh x
M: Are you going to fuck him?
J: Yeah x
M: Wow straight to the point this time. no messing about lol
J: Yep. You going to watch? x
M: You will let me?
J: If he wants it yh x
M: Does he know you're going to fuck him?
J: Well ive told him i cant wait to taste his dick lmao so yh
M: He doesnt care that im here?
J: Shalll I ask him? x
M: Yh xx

A quick scan down your first three posts showed only a very short section in this style. I didn't need to read any further than the first paragraph to ascertain that. I wasn't "offering a generous critique". I was simply stating a fact.
You said "Interesting talent you have there. There must be a name for it." Not really a talent...just a simple visual scan through your text without reading it, looking for the pattern of 'Tom's' texting style that I've included above.

I did state the following in my first post in this thread: "Sorry to be critical so early in your thread, and my intention is not to put you off retelling your story".
But it seems that you want to have a dialogue on this, and I feel obliged to respond.

The tone in your response doesn't really come across as humorous. Indeed, your last comment of "if that’s not your bag, yeah, best jog on. Cheerio" comes across as sarcastic and condescending.

My intention is not to try and divert your thread away from your story. So, I think we should just agree to disagree, and leave it there. However, if you feel the need to respond further, then I will see that as a green light that you want me to continue to engage with you.

[john jasson]

I think we should just agree to disagree, and leave it there.

Yes. Amen to that. I agree!!

[setv4]

Wherever you choose to post it - you made a great start!

Hi funcpl477, I appreciate your comment. I have the next bit almost ready. I'll post it soon.

I am enjoying reading your story also.
Thank You.

[Jeff111]

You now say you “only read your first paragraph” but previously you were able to offer the generous critique that “what you have written so far doesn't have too much of the 'I said, she said, I said, she said' stuff, so is not really anywhere near as bad as in 'Toms' thread.” Hmmm. Interesting talent you have there. There must be a name for it.

My response was intended to be humorous, but clearly it lost everything in translation. Sherrie and I are as likely to share a joint papacy as we are to use “lmao”, but I recognise that the younger (and some not so young) do use it all the time, and to excess. It might be irritating but it’s a thing nowadays. But my meaning in saying you’ll hate it was that we are about to head into dialogue, so if that’s not your bag, yeah, best jog on. Cheerio.

Quite a simple explanation... I read your first paragraph fully. It was clear that you were wanting to emulate the style of 'SomeoneCuckMe', otherwise known as 'Tom'. His style was to include loads of 'verbatim' text, which had long sections like this:

J: Hes coming around for dinner on Friday x
M: You invited him?
J: Yh x
M: Are you going to fuck him?
J: Yeah x
M: Wow straight to the point this time. no messing about lol
J: Yep. You going to watch? x
M: You will let me?
J: If he wants it yh x
M: Does he know you're going to fuck him?
J: Well ive told him i cant wait to taste his dick lmao so yh
M: He doesnt care that im here?
J: Shalll I ask him? x
M: Yh xx

A quick scan down your first three posts showed only a very short section in this style. I didn't need to read any further than the first paragraph to ascertain that. I wasn't "offering a generous critique". I was simply stating a fact.
You said "Interesting talent you have there. There must be a name for it." Not really a talent...just a simple visual scan through your text without reading it, looking for the pattern of 'Tom's' texting style that I've included above.

I did state the following in my first post in this thread: "Sorry to be critical so early in your thread, and my intention is not to put you off retelling your story".
But it seems that you want to have a dialogue on this, and I feel obliged to respond.

The tone in your response doesn't really come across as humorous. Indeed, your last comment of "if that’s not your bag, yeah, best jog on. Cheerio" comes across as sarcastic and condescending.

My intention is not to try and divert your thread away from your story. So, I think we should just agree to disagree, and leave it there. However, if you feel the need to respond further, then I will see that as a green light that you want me to continue to engage with you.

Perhaps you should just leave it there.

He’s trying to write what happened in a certain style and explained such at the beginning. If you know you’re not going to like the style you could have just not read anymore and not commented. It’s not like he is being offensive.

I’m enjoying reading but either way he’s writing his story in the way he wants to - and gave warning. You’re actually the one that came across a little rude at the start, maybe you didn’t intend to, but just leave him to write HIS story as he likes, and don’t derail the thread anymore. Cheers.

[john jasson]

Wherever you choose to post it - you made a great start!

Hi funcpl477, I appreciate your comment. I have the next bit almost ready. I'll post it soon.

I am enjoying reading your story also.
Thank You.

Hi setv4, I appreciate your comment.

[john jasson]

Perhaps you should just leave it there.

He’s trying to write what happened in a certain style and explained such at the beginning. If you know you’re not going to like the style you could have just not read anymore and not commented. It’s not like he is being offensive.

I’m enjoying reading but either way he’s writing his story in the way he wants to - and gave warning. You’re actually the one that came across a little rude at the start, maybe you didn’t intend to, but just leave him to write HIS story as he likes, and don’t derail the thread anymore. Cheers.

Hi Jeff111, I appreciate your comment. It is actually a more difficult discipline to write this style than it looks when you read it written by someone else. Although you can put a lot over in real time with dialogue, there is invariably action that cannot be conveyed just by raw conversation. You find yourself - or at least I do - needing to put unspoken detail across, so you are faced with either inventing conversation and putting words in people's mouths, which I won't do, or lapsing back into long sections of historical reporting which I said I was trying to avoid!! Hmmmm.

[Jeff111]

No probs, and yep writing with brevity but enough detail is super challenging. Good luck!

[Georgematthias]

Hi John Jason, thank you for not being distracted by others and your willingness to continue sharing. Express your art form however you wish. It's your afterall. I enjoyed Tom's writing style and story just as I am enjoying yours. I do agree, chosing how to convey an idea and then putting it to paper, especially when compressing whole episodes of your life, can be quite arduous and requires many edits and rewrites to achieve your initial objective. Thanks for taking the time to do so and thank you for sharing such an intimate period of your life.

[john jasson]

J: I love you sweetheart. Let’s go to bed and make love. Get it out of our system.

S: Oh yes please. Let's do that. And let's stay there all day tomorrow.

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She was only too eager to leave the confrontation behind and go to bed. All of the hurt in both of us evaporated and it was one of the hottest nights we’d had up to then. Given the build up, she was soon gagging for it, and started cumming as soon as I entered her. The idea that she had at first got hot for him rather than me made it all the more intense for both of us in different ways, I am sure, though it was probably a mixture of that and huge relief that we weren’t going to prolong our first major row. In my confusion, I was pleased that despite Damien doing this to my new wife, it was me that took her home and got the benefit, although it also resurrected my old mid-teen obsession with stories about sharing and cheating that had been lying dormant since before I met her.

The fact that she just spontaneously submitted to this objectionable twat and became so aroused by him shocked me to the core, but it also established in me dark lurking thoughts about the possibilities of her doing similar or going further in the future. It was a worry I had never thought I would have about my devoted Sherrie, but it was also a thrill. I was conflicted between my entrenched “hands off, she’s all mine” sweethearts’ mindset and wanting to let the smoking hot genie out of the bottle again, both of which were very intense emotions vying for space in my head in the period that followed. Sometimes one side got the upper hand, sometimes the other. She had demonstrated beyond any doubt that she had the potential, which I hadn’t dreamed could be the case before that night.

Sherrie was as good as her word though, and nothing further happened for the next 5 years. Although it regularly crossed my mind when I saw men checking her out, which happened all the time and she was well used to dealing with, there wasn’t anything remotely similar to the Damien thing, and we went straight back to being “the budgies”, nuzzling up to each other every night in our idyllic vanilla love story. She knew for sure that I wasn’t harbouring lasting grudges about what she did because from then on I’d frequently tease her lightheartedly about her “doing a Damien” for some guy, and she’d blush a beautiful deep red at recalling her public shame that night not long after our wedding. Sometimes we actually used the memory in our sex play to get us both hot. It probably also sowed the seed with her, perhaps subconsciously, that she could likely get away with stuff in future without terminal collateral damage if she felt so inclined. It was likely to have been this knowledge which led her into her next dalliance. That would be years ahead though, for unlike many couples’ experiences here, ours was going to be a slow burner.

The following day was another scorcher. We stayed in bed until lunch time but not all day. In the afternoon we took a picnic and drove to a local beauty spot where we had spent some of our most idyllic days a couple of years before when we first got together. It was a deliberate choice of location to relive some magical romantic moments together.

[john jasson]

Moving forward 5 years. We are in our mid 20s by now, having been together about 7 years in all and married for 5. We are still completely in our lover’s paradise, but we’ve taken to having Friday nights out on the town with our respective work colleagues. I go to the gym first, then meet up with the crowd in the pub or a bar until closing time. Sherrie will be out for drinks straight from the office so she is usually home earlier, about 10 to 10.30pm. We travel on public transport so that we can drink without worrying about driving.

Occasionally, the groups run into each other, in which case Sherrie and I peel off and go for a cosy drink by ourselves before returning home together. That doesn’t happen often though. Usually those Friday nights this particular summer we spend out separately. When these crazy events happen to us, like the Damien evening, they tend to hit us out of a clear blue sky, often when we are going through our closest, most loving phases. That kinda heightens the effect.

This next episode is a case in point. There’s no 7 year itch for us. We are just a few weeks away from a romantic trip to Venice that we’ve been planning. One Saturday, the morning after I arrive home alone past midnight to find her already fast asleep, I creep out of the room to make a pot of tea and bring it back to bed. By the time I return, Sherrie is awake, sitting up in bed, her tits jiggling nicely as she pulls a brush through her forest of red hair. Her face lights up in a smile at me. My darling treasured girl. She looks much more enticing than the tea, so I set the tray down, throw off my dressing gown and get back into bed with her. I’ll never forget the tender vibe we have in the room in this moment because of what came next. I take her body into my arms, and we kiss, and we kiss until we can’t breathe. It isn’t lust just now. It’s just our standard joy of being together, the feeling of the other’s presence; of each other’s love. We can do this perfectly happily for hours sometimes without progressing to sex. It’s just us together, as always, against the world. As we come up for air, I ask her:

J: Did you have a good night? You were obviously done in when I got home. You were well away.
S: Yeah. Was fun. Did you?
J: The usual crowd. A bit loud for me at times. You know.

I catch a gleam in her eye as I pass her the teacup.

S: I met Paul Trevelyan in Ranson’s.
J: Who?
S: You know. The new doctor.

Our GP practice is run by 3 male GPs in their early 30s.

J: Oh. Right. What do you mean, you met him? You bumped into him?
S: He was in a group. I’ve seen him there a few times before. He recognised me a few weeks ago and came over to chat.

My old interest is aroused now. There is something about the way she is telling me this while we are naked in bed.

J: OK. So what do you talk about when he comes over to chat?
S: Oh, just our day to day stuff. How he’s settling down in the area. He told me he’s newly divorced.

This is the first time ever she’s spoken to me about another man in this way and from being intimately tuned in to her, I know instinctively she is intrigued in some way. Her motor is running on some level. I can detect that tone in a second nowadays and know the score immediately, but then it was brand new and it took a little longer.

J: Did he now?
S: Yeah. He seems a bit lonely. The people he was with are other doctors from some association. Think he just spotted a familiar face from around here and wanted to get away from talking shop.
J: Ah right. So how long were you talking to him?
S: For about an hour.
J: (raise eyebrows) Wow. So you enjoy his company.
S: He’s fun. Makes me laugh, and like I said he seems lonely.
J: Sounds like you are a little taken with him.

There’s a pause of about a minute and some tea drinking.

S: (hesitantly now): He walked me to the bus stop and waited with me until it came.
J: Really?! Fuck. You didn’t go into full on Damien mode for him did you?

Even years later, I still sometimes teased her about the night she embarrassed us by getting the hots in the pub for that arrogant git:

S: It’s funny you should say that. I want to be honest with you.
J: Shit where’s this leading?

She turns to sit up again, this time in a cross legged yoga position facing me, balancing her teacup on her knee, part of her pussy just peeping out at me:

S: Don’t be angry, will you?

I just look at her open-mouthed. She looks like someone who’s just launched into a parachute jump and isn’t sure she should have done it, but there’s no way back to the plane.

S: I kissed him in a shop doorway.

As soon as she says it, she looks away, shamefaced. Still under the sheets, I have an instant boner:

J: How kissed?

She sees I’m not immediately hitting the roof and seems a little emboldened.

S: Full on tongue fighting.
J: And?
S: And….. nothing. Like I said, I just wanted to be honest.
J: You said you first saw him weeks ago, so have you been doing this every week?
S: He’s not there every week. When he is, he walks me to the bus stop, but last night was the first time we kissed.
J: First time you’d been in a shop doorway with him then?
S: No. We’d briefly hugged in there before, but not kissed. I thought when we kissed I needed to tell you.
J: Were you pressed right up against each other?
S: Well, yeah. Course we were.
J: What did you do as well as kissing?
S: Nothing, just arms around each other’s waist, but………
J: What?
S: I could feel he was hard against my stomach.

Fuck. This is new territory for us.

[MyShyMXWife]

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