xleglover wrote:I can definitely understand how Jenn lost herself in Marc and lost her grounding. I see how that can happen through a combination of events, primarily being away from you.
In my case, my wife Jen "cheated" on me once, when we first started going out. I use quotes because it wasn't really cheating, as we were at the point of our relationship where it was fuzzy if we were exclusive. She hung out with old bf (I knew about it and approved because I was trying to be the understanding new bf). What I didn't realize (stupidly) was the sexual attraction they had for each other. So one time they fucked and when she came home to me she was full of him. Jen didn't tell me this until years later, after we were married.
So I get how a person can get caught up in it. I write stories about my wife, but we have never played the game for real (ie, no oral sex or sexual intercourse). I'm not sure if I would have the guts to really share my wife with another man. But we've never gotten that far because of Jen. The one time we got the closest, she backed out because she was afraid that if we started she would have a hard time starting. She's very sexual, her sex drive has always been higher than mine. She was afraid she might like it to much. It would be like a slippery slope. Once she broke our marriage vows, she might not be able to resist. It was especially dangerous for us because the man we were thinking about was a friend. Jen was (and still is) close to him. Jen was (and still is) physically attracted to him. She was afraid if their relationship turned physical, it could hurt our marriage.
He is a nice looking guy (like a GQ model), and he is well endowed. How do we know this? Through his wife (girls talk). But he and his wife broke up right around this time, so he was available. So you see it was like the perfect storm. Very dangerous. But also so much a turn on. I've written elements of this in many of my stories.
Rob, it would be like you encouraging Jenn to be with another man. You've told us you shared Jenn with one of your friends. Can you tell us more about that? Did Jenn enjoy it? Did you consider continuing the relationship with him or another lover?
You're so right about something like that being dangerous. For ten years Jennifer wouldn't even entertain being with another male even though we used that scenario as pillow talk a lot. "Just not wise," she'd always say. I knew enough not to push it. Once we'd worked out our trust issues and I'd told her that thinking about her with Marc really turned me on, she'd freely talk about Marc if I asked or just do it herself if she really wanted to turn my crank and it never failed to get us both hot. At this point I also knew that she was masturbating on her own -- just not how frequently or how intense it was. One time I forgot something I needed for work. The kids were both in school by this point. I came in through the front door, heard a noise upstairs and went up. Jenn had her suction dildo stuck to one of the bed legs and was fucking herself on it. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning and groaning. After she came, she opened them and sadly seeing me there startled the crap out of her. I asked if she was thinking about Marc, she answered yes. "You miss him fucking you, don't you?" She got red in the face. "Yeah. He had a very nice cock. He was a good fuck." Then she crawled over to me and began undoing my pants. "But it's your cock I love because it's you I love. When I get horny for Marc, this dildo is fine. I don't want him." Then she used some lubehercunt and gave me the most hair-raising handjob. I was useless the rest of the day at work...
Anyway, even though there were guys who hit on her that she might want to at least take for a test drive, she refused because she didn't want to risk anything.
About ten years later, one of my best friends hit a really rough patch. His job got exported, and because he couldn't find work, his already shaky marriage fell apart. Then he found out he had a life-threatening disease (that did eventually kill him). We invited him to stay for a week with us. He was absolutely miserable and it broke our hearts to see it. One night he got a little drunk and admitted that he hadn't had sex in over a year. When I first met him, he was a lusty lad and had a string of beautiful and willing women. His wife had been one of those. He'd always had the hots for Jenn and they used to sometimes flirt and tease to bust my chops a bit. Anyway, he was so depressed that even though he was sex-deprived, he couldn't get the energy or interest up to chase any women.
Jenn and I talked that night, and I said, "What Mike needs is a good fuck."
"I agree. I wish I knew someone who would be a good fit."
"I know someone."
"Who?"
"I'm lying next to her."
"No! Not a good idea. You can't be serious."
We talked about it for nearly an hour. I'd known Mike for 17 years and Jenn had known him for 12. We normally both really enjoyed his company.
So we talked all around the issue, and gradually Jenn warmed up to the idea of giving Mike a "mercy fuck".
"He's going to freak out if I just walk into his bedroom," she said.
"No he won't. He's going to think he's died and gone to heaven. Tell him I said it was okay."
We heard him using the guest bathroom so we knew he was awake.
"Go in and give him a good cane-varnishing. Tell him it's a very special present from both of us."
"How much should I do?"
"Whatever you want."
"I tell you he's going to freak out."
"Yes -- with happiness."
She got out of bed. "You're sure?"
I swatted her rear end. "Get out of here now, woman! Come back when you've worn him out."
She walked out of the room totally naked. He was up reading when she went into the guest room and shut the door. And I was right, he did freak out -- with happiness. They did it again the next morning after the kids left for school and I'd gone to work. Breakfast had been awkward until I took him aside and asked how he'd liked his special present from us.
"You get to live with that every day? You have to be the luckiest fucker in the universe."
"I am -- literally."
"And you're cool with what happened?"
"I suggest she do it."
He just shook his head and then gave me a hug. "Thanks, good buddy. I won't even attempt to try to tell you what it meant to me. I've thought about Jenn for years."
"It was obvious."
He shook his head again and shrugged.
Jenn enjoyed giving our friend so much pleasure, but he wasn't that great in bed, according to her (she has high standards) and his cock was relatively the same size as mine. ("He was very enthusiastic, though.") She decided to do a second round with him that day because she hoped he'd be calmer and last longer (they'd fucked twice the night before). It did go better and she enjoyed it a bit more. Mike left the following day and we never saw him alive again. He died about 18 months later. Jenn and I did get a lovely card from him about a week after his visit and we kept in touch by phone. The end came very suddenly or we would have flown out to see him. The whole thing remains a very bittersweet memory for both of us.
I've let her look this over and she says it's accurate, more or less. "Mike made love to me as if I were the most precious object he'd ever encountered and all he kept saying to me was, 'Thank you', over and over. It was sort of embarrassing. At the time I wasn't sure if it was a good idea, but I'm very glad now that you talked me into it."
So that's the story of our friend.
As for you and your wife, I think you're both very wise people. One of my Jenn's favorite sayings is "You can't undo reality."