Humiliation, Desire, and My Wife Sarah

[wannabematt]

Hey, folks, Long-time lurker here, finally stepping out of the shadows to start my own thread. Your stories, the highs, the lows, the thrills, and the gut-punching jealousies, gave me the courage to share mine.

It all started with my parents, I guess. You know that Philip Larkin line? "They fuck you up, your mum and dad." Spot on for me, though not always on purpose. My folks are solid, blue-collars who scraped by without complaint. Dad was a welder, Mom worked in a hospital kitchen. They raised me in a small town where the biggest event was the county fair. They taught me the basics: Work hard, stay honest, save your money. But they also hammered in this relentless humility. Keep your head low, Mark, Don’t stir trouble. The loudest guy gets knocked down. Mom chimed in: Be thankful for what you’ve got, don’t push your luck. It was their survival code, and I get it now. But for a kid like me, it became a manual for fading into the background. I learned to avoid conflict, to swallow my pride. And man, has that screwed me over.

Fast forward, and I’m a 35-year-old sales clerk at a big electronics store. Not exactly living the dream, but it keeps the lights on. I’ve got a wife, Sarah, who’s leagues above me more on her later and a little girl, Lily, who’s my world. On paper, life’s okay. But beneath the surface? I’m drowning in the waves I was taught not to make. Take last Monday, for instance. I’m holed up in a staff bathroom stall, way past finishing what I came for. Why? Because I heard voices, ones I know too well and my stomach knotted up. I hugged my knees, praying they’d clear out. Not making waves, just riding out the storm they kicked up.

The voices were my three workplace tormentors: Ryan, Jamal, and Nate (who goes by Nat). They’re the kings of the shop floor, moving like they own it. Ryan’s the mastermind tall, beefy, with a smirk that begs for a fist. Jamal’s the charmer, good-looking with dark skin and a smooth vibe. Nat’s the jester, always slinging insults disguised as jokes. They’ve made my life miserable since I started three years ago. Nothing blatant enough to report just constant digs, nicknames, and exclusion that grinds you down.

I was holed up in the bathroom stall, my pulse hammering, legs cramped from sitting too long, as I heard the voices of my coworkers. Jamal cut through first, he wondered aloud how a knockout like Sarah could possibly be tied to a nobody like me, portraiting me as utterly inadequate in every way. Ryan followed, he called Sarah slut, he’d give her the kind of raw fuck I never could. My cheeks burned.

Nat’s voice broke through as he joked with Ryan, claiming he’d be the one to leave Sarah breathless, moaning his name. I sat there, silently begging them to clear out, the humiliation of hearing my wife objectified like this. Sarah’s more than a body; she’s my fire, my heart but there I was, frozen, unable to face them.

Ryan fired back saying he’d burn out too fast to leave any mark on her. Then Jamal’s voice returned, bringing up our daughter, Lily, sneering that it was a miracle someone as pathetic as me could even manage to have a kid. The mention of my little girl in their crude banter hit like a gut punch. My fists tightened as they finally shoved through the door and left.

Now they were dragging Lily into it? My four-year-old sunshine. My blood boiled, practically steaming out my ears. I shut my eyes, fists balled so tight my nails bit into my palms. Finally, Ryan wrapped it up: Guess he’s got some juice in him, pathetic as he is. Let’s get back before Steve flips out. They shoved out, laughing.

I fixed my clothes, splashed water on my face, and glared at my reflection. Average guy brown hair, green eyes, nothing to write home about. No wonder they targeted me. I shuffled back to the floor, the humiliation sticking.

This wasn’t the first time they’d gone after Sarah. The week before, she’d dropped by the store to surprise me. The place was humming customers everywhere. I was helping an older couple pick a TV when I saw her scanning the aisles. My heart did its usual flip. Sarah’s my love: five-foot-five, pure energy, dark hair in a ponytail, deep brown eyes,. Her body? Damn near perfect, curvy chest, round hips, an ass that stops traffic in jeans or leggings. She lights up everyone around her... until you piss her off, then it’s a wildfire.

She waved when she spotted me, signaling she’d wait. I tried focusing on the customers, This 80-inch LED would look great in your space, sir; sleek design, top-notch color but my eyes kept drifting to her. That’s when Jamal came over. He’s got this cocky move that makes me want to throw something heavy. He leaned against a shelf near her, flashing a smile. Ryan and Nat hovered at the aisle’s end, egging him on, making sure I saw it all.

The old guy was waffling: I don’t know, Helen. It might overpower the room." His wife pushed back, and I tried to help, but my brain was on Jamal. He was chatting Sarah up, inching closer. She stepped back, smiling politely, keeping distance. They knew she was my wife; this was all to mess with me. Jamal slid closer again, and my anxiety hit the roof anger and helplessness building up. Just then, Steve, my manager (great guy, late 50s, always fair), strolled over. Mark, go handle your wife. I’ve got this; I said thanks, rushed over, gave Jamal a quick nod, and pulled Sarah out. Their laughter trailed us.

Sarah’s clueless about the crap at work. She thinks they’re decent guys because I’ve never told her the truth. Why? Admitting it makes me feel bad. Swallowing shame is my default, bitter medicine I choke down daily. It’s how I’m wired, thanks to Mom and Dad.

But if my parents sowed the seeds of this mindset, my first girlfriend, Lisa, turned it into a full-blown pattern in my love life. We met at 18, both in art school. Well, she was the real artist; I was just messing around. I’d wanted to be a pro soccer player, but after crashing out of tryouts, my confidence tanked. Art felt safe sketches, charcoals, watercolors. Nothing bold. Dad called it another fad, which didn’t help, but I’m not pinning it all on them.

Lisa was a hottie. I met her in the library; she was blocking the journals I needed for a project. I mumbled a request for them. She was tall, five-eight wear colorful clothes, with black dyed hair, blue eyes .Stunning and terrifying. I thought she’d brush me off, but she bent down, handed me the journals, and held on a second too long. We left together, grabbed food from the campus cafe, and just like that, we were a couple. Lisa and Mark, always in that order.

She was my first love, sexy like Sarah. She blew into my life like a tornado. We dreamed of a future: her art taking off, me holding it down. We hunted used bookstores for art history texts, took bus trips to sketch in fields under the sun. And the sex? Breath-taking. Lisa was insatiable. Once, during a lecture on composition, she slipped her hand under the desk and jerked me off while the prof rambled. Another time, on a bus’s top deck, she climbed onto me, panties aside, riding me discreetly. My parents despised her called her reckless, a bad influence. To me, she was freedom from their path.

Until it all fell apart. I’d picked up an extra shift at the local pub, Dad wouldn’t spot me cash for supplies, so I worked every chance I got. I came home beat, just wanting to crash. I shared a flat with two high school buddies, Tom and Greg, who were at the same university. They’d said they’d be gone for the weekend, so the sounds of sex moans, caught me off guard. Annoying, but I figured I’d sleep through it.


But the noises came from my room. I eased the door open. Legs tangled: one pair spread, another thrusting between. A muscular ass pumping hard, hands gripping it, hands with neon green nails..

I pushed the door wider. It was Lisa, under our art history prof, Victor. In my bed. She locked onto me, with cruel grin. Fuck me... harder... oh... yes! Yes! Fuck me. Victor complied, hands under her ass, pounding so hard her head rocked, breasts jiggled.

He pulled out, slapped her chest. On your knees, you little slut. Lisa glanced at me, flipped over. Victor was striking, tall, dark hair, thick cock. As he positioned himself, he saw me. Get the hell out.

I wanted to tear them apart, beat him bloody, drag her out naked. But I watched him grip her hips, slap her ass, then slipped out. Sat outside on the curb for over an hour until he left.

Back inside, no sorry. He’d been flirting all semester; her place was unavailable. As if that excused it. It’s just one time she said. I ended it, first calmly, then not. Dropped art school too. That day killed Lisa and my art dreams but started my pattern: Taking betrayal, eating humiliation.

Until Sarah. We met at 25, at a friend’s cookout. I was working odd jobs, still scarred. She was 23, a marketing student, all fire. Dark hair, dark eyes, killer curves. Her energy pulled me in. We clicked: My quiet steadied her blaze. Married fast, had Lily. Perfect.

[Long Lurker 34]

WBM
- Well your work buddies maybe, so you feel, more 'alpha' than you, but they are the ones lusting after Sarah and you are the one you has her. So, as the old song goes, "Who's zoomin' who?"

[wannabematt]

I was propped up in bed the other night, diving into a book. Sarah walked in from the bathroom, toothbrush in hand, her expression playful but pointed. She teased me about being careless with my internet habits, warning that Lily, our eight-year-old, uses the family computer for homework now. The thought of her stumbling across the adult sites I’d been on sent a cold shiver through me. I mumbled an apology, promising to stick to my laptop from now on. She jumped over to her side of the bed, grabbing her novel. When she glanced back, catching me staring, her smile told me she’d been teasing on purpose. I pulled her to me and we tangled together. Afterward, Sarah lay beside me and she asked if the stuff I’d been watching online really turned me on. I deflected with a joke about the book I read earning a slap to my chest. Then she got serious she asked about the porn specifically, the videos where husbands share their wives and my stomach dropped. That was my secret, the one I’d buried for years. I froze, tempted to deny it, to say it was just something I’d stumbled across. I admitted it, voice low, confessing that the idea fascinated me, though I couldn’t fully explain why. Maybe it was something a friend mentioned years ago, a seed planted long before Sarah - braced for judgment, but she just studied me. She pressed further, asking why it turned me on - admitting it was just a fantasy, something that sparked a thrill I didn’t fully understand. She leaned across me, asking if I’d ever want it for real. I flinched, scrambling to reassure her that I only wanted her, that I’d never push for something like that. Then she threw me a curveball, pointing out how I react when she flirts with other guys like at that club a while back, when her dancing with strangers got me worked up. I tried to deny it, but she called me out. She was right, and I admitted it, cautiously the jealousy, the possessiveness, it’s thrilling, as long as I know she’s mine at the end of the night. Sarah grinned, climbing on top of me. She promised to always come home to me and then she took control, guiding me against her. She hinted at feeding my fantasy I flipped her over.

So, that’s where we’re at. Sarah’s opened the door to exploring this fantasy, and I’m equal parts terrified and turned on. We haven’t set any plans yet, but she’s been more flirty , dropping hints about testing the waters. I’m still wrapping my head around it.

[wannabematt]

One of the videos that Sarah may or may not have seen, though I’m sure she must have, because it was a favourite of mine, maybe even my absolute favourite, involves a female teacher being fucked by a male student on top of her desk. As the video plays out and the teacher seduces her pupil, her husband comes along, just as she’s about to be mounted. It’s staged and false, but it appeals to me. It appeals to me because of Serena. She’d been my next serious girlfriend after Lisa. It had taken a year to trust again, to believe that a relationship was what I wanted. I’d been with a few women casually, but nothing beyond one-night stands or a handful of dates. Lisa had started something though, she'd sowed some unwanted seeds. I’d met Serena through a dating site. It was a simple concept, you loaded a profile and waited to see, who, if anyone, liked you. I got a little addicted to it, scanning through the profiles liking and disliking, imagining myself with different women. Some were young and beautiful others were older still beautiful. Serena had caught my attention instantly. She was of mixed ethnicity, much slimmer than I would normally go for. One picture I’d kept coming back to, time and time again, showed her in a revealing yellow bikini somewhere on a foreign beach, her black hair straightened. She’d been holding a can of coke preparing to take a sip. I’d liked her, but hadn’t messaged her. I very rarely did, mainly because of the early responses I’d received. Some of the names I’d been called I’d had to look up. About a week after I’d liked her, we’d matched. She liked me in return. I hadn’t done a thing about it, although I went to her profile page several times to revel in her interest. Then, out of the blue, I’d got a message from her. All it said was ‘Hi’.

I knew she was different from some of the others by the content of her profile. She was looking for a relationship but she was clear that she didn’t see sexual exclusivity as important. I don’t think I was very honest with myself about it. I’d pretended that I didn’t mind that, that it was something I could overlook, but I think it was actually one of the factors that drew me to her. What I’d experienced already had fixed me, almost against my will. Our first meeting had been in her local pub. She’d been wearing the orange dress she’d told me to look for, tight. I’d been unable to stop myself from looking her over. She’d become used to that kind of male attention. That first night we’d stayed there, gently exploring one another, probing and testing the waters. It had been a good first date and I’d been eager to see her again. I’d hardly been able to believe that she’d been prepared to take me on. Serena was another force of nature, a breathless ball of energy. She’d loved to sing and dance. She’d just started work as a teacher in a local grammar school, and she’d been permanently excited about it.I’d envied her that. I never took her to meet the parents, they wouldn’t have approved. Dad definitely wouldn’t have liked her. She’d been far too light, far too much of a free spirit. She hadn’t been afraid of making waves, or rocking any boat she’d fancied. I’d known from the first that she was still seeing other people, it hadn’t been a secret. Indeed, she’d also been involved with one of the guys I’d worked with. That hadn’t been great I’ll admit, but we’d avoided talking about her. The worst thing had been when she’d come to meet me from work and they’d been talking at the front door. Never had I felt so awkward. She’d waved at me, kissed him on the cheek, and he’d hurried out into the darkness. And she’d liked to be watched. She’d loved it. It had most definitely been her ‘thing’. The first time I’d seen her having sex with another man, she’d set it up for me. It had been at her flat and she’d emptied her cupboard to accommodate me. She’d met a policeman online, on a site that was all about hook-ups. No strings sex. He’d been honest with her, he’d been a married man looking for fun and nothing more. She’d shown me his profile one. One picture showed him shirtless and he’d been intimidatingly impressive. I am not ashamed of my body, far from it, but he’d made my toned athleticism look weak. I’m going to fuck him and you’re going to watch me. I’d said nothing, but my cock had filled and grown. She’d laughed and written to him, right then and there. While I'd sat patiently in the cupboard listening to them make small talk, there had been nothing but doubts.

While that experience had tempered her sexual appetite somewhat, it hadn’t eliminated it. Once she’d recovered from being used in such a disgusting way I’d begun to believe that we might be heading towards monogamy, and although the notion of sharing still set my balls tingling and my cock throbbing, I’d even moved some of my stuff into her flat, and she’d encouraged me to do so. I’d been a hairs breadth from introducing her to my mother and father, when the old pattern had unexpectedly resumed. It had started with a few scattered references to a boy she’d been teaching. He’d constantly frustrated her. A sportsman with talent, who’d spent most of her lessons taking the piss.

Serena had contacted me at work one afternoon, asking me to come pick her up after school. She had a surprise for me she’d said. I’d expected a dinner reservation, or tickets to a show, what she’d planned for me had been much more interesting. The receptionist, Laura, had been about to lock up but she’d waved me through and I’d made my way through the deserted corridors to Serena’s teaching room. I’d slipped my hands around her slim, strong back, down over her tight black skirt, and onto her ass. She’d slapped my hands away and said there’d be time for that later. She’d given me a quick kiss and ushered me into her store cupboard. Wait here, keep the door ajar, and whatever happens DO NOT come out. I’d found a crappy, undersized chair, parked it at the opening of the door and waited. It didn’t take a genius to work out what she’d organised.

Unlike with Lisa, the relationship with Serena ended cleanly and without rancour. Eventually she'd been offered a job in the capital and simply couldn't turn it down. The big city had never appealed to me and so we'd said our goodbyes. For a time, we'd communicated by text and email, even keeping the idea of a reunion alive. It wasn't meant to be. She's now a super headteacher, the kind that the government parachute in to save ailing schools, which makes me chuckle. I wonder how many Jacks there have been over the years

[wannabematt]

Last night, we had Sarah’s parents Tom and Linda, over for dinner, along with their friends Mike and Ellen. It started great. Tom was talking about retiring. Mike,guy in his 50s, chuckled and said Tom would go crazy without something like his fishing hobby. Ellen saying she asked Mike his favorite place in the world last summer, and he named Lake Michigan. We all laughed, even Linda. It was warm, easy, the kind of night that feels right.

Sarah was buzzing around and setting plates, her energy pulling everyone in. In a plain black top and jeans, she was still a knockout. I noticed Mike’s eyes lingering. Didn’t bother me at first; Sarah’s magnetic. But then things shifted.

I stepped out to grab Tom another beer and realized Sarah hadn’t been around for a bit. I heard her giggle from the kitchen, followed by Mike’s low, voice. I crept closer and saw them: Sarah leaning against the counter, Mike close, his hand near her shoulder. It felt too close. My gut , that familiar mix of something darker, something I hate admitting. My body reacted, in ways I didn’t want.

Mike murmured that Sarah should give it some thought. She slid a finger along , pausing just above her chest. She glanced at me, a wink smile. She knew I was watching. She teased Mike, saying she wasn’t sure and asked what Ellen would think, her tone playful . His finger brushed her arm, and I saw her tremble. My pulse raced anger, jealousy, and that twisted thrill. She pulled his hand away, saying he was being bad and they should grab the desserts, then tilted her head at me to leave. I stood frozen, then slipped back to the living room, my mind froze.

The rest of the evening was rough. Sarah sat beside me, all charm, but I was boiling inside. Every look between her and Mike felt charged, though to everyone else, it was just friendly chatter. Tom asked if I was feeling okay since I was quieter than usual. Sarah gripped my hand, but I pulled back, mumbling about the bathroom. Alone, I sat there, paranoia spiking. Was she playing it up for me, because of our fantasy talks? Or was this real?

After everyone left, I went it the kitchen. Sarah came in, loading dishes, and asked if this was about Mike. I tried to shrug it off, but she pressed, asking what was eating me since I’d been off all night. I snapped that it was about that creepy old guy. She laughed and said he’d been hitting on her since she was a kid and that her dad would lose it if he knew.

That hit me. She’d been dealing with this guy forever. I felt stupid. I pulled her close, and she rested against me. She said she could handle him and that after I left, she told him she’d kick him hard if he didn’t back off. We chuckled, but I had to ask if she was playing it up because I was there, because of the fantasy. She asked if I really thought she was into that old guy, calling me a goof. She slid onto my lap, poking my neck , and said she saw me watching and leaned into it for me, but before I showed up, she was about to tell him to get lost.

Relief washed over me, but the truth sank in she’d played the moment because of our talks. We ended up in bed, her taking the lead, whispering she’d always come back to me. It was intense, but I’m still shaken. She’s leaning harder into the fantasy now, hinting at trying it with someone safe.

I’m torn part of me craves it, part of me’s terrified.

[wannabematt]

Yesterday, we watched Lily in the district cup tennis semi-final, up against her rival, Hannah; We were in the stands with Hannah’s parents, Brian and Susan. They’re tough to deal with, especially Brian, who’s a loud, arrogant type. Susan’s more bearable, but Brian’s a lot. Lily and Hannah are pals off the court, but on it, they’re fierce competitors. Post-match, Lily lost but was already over it, grabbing Cokes with Hannah in the clubhouse. We wanted to head home, but Lily’s chill like that, moving on quick. At the bar, Brian had his arm around Susan. At the bar, Brian had his arm around Susan, boasting about Hannah’s new coach and suggesting we talk to him since Lily could use some pointers. Sarah snapped that we’re thrilled with Lily’s coach, Liam. Susan tried to calm things, saying she’s sure Liam’s doing great. Then Liam walked in he said Lily played tough, but a double-fault in the third game shifted things. Sarah let go of my arm and sidled up to Liam grabbing his arm and saying his extra sessions with Lily are really building her confidence. Her chest pressed against his side Liam noticed but stayed put. Brian and Susan swapped looks, clearly wondering if something was up. Sarah, catching it, ran her hand along Liam’s arm, stroking his muscles. My face burned, my body reacting with that mix of shame and heat. He said he needed to chat with Lily before his next lesson, pulling away from Sarah, though I could tell he liked her touch. My gut twisted. Sarah purred that she’d catch him later. I barely spoke to the Brooks after that, letting Sarah handle the conversation, ignoring the show she’d put on.

We dropped Lily at Sarah’s parents’ place. Once she was out of sight, I pulled Sarah into the backyard shed. She yelped, asking what I was up to. I pushed her to bend over the bench inside, holding her tight as she squirmed. I spanked her hard, I covered her mouth, tugged her shorts down. I spanked her again, and she jerked, trying to pull free. I let go of her mouth to free myself, she gasped that we couldn’t, mentioning her parents and Lily. I told her to sit. She obeyed, settling against the wall. I ordered her to ditch the panties. She glared but slid them off with her shorts, kicking them aside. I called her a dirty slut. I dropped to my knees and started fucking her. I whispered for her to say she’s a whore. I grabbed her hips, pulling her closer, thrusting harder, demanding she say it. She cried out that she’s a whore, my whore. She came hard. We held each other I kissed her tears.
Lily called out just as we fixed our clothes, asking what we were doing because her grandpa needed me.

Sarah and I talked it all out last night the feelings her flirting stirs in me, the lust mixed with fear. She doesn’t fully get it, but she loves how hot it makes things after. For her, the flirting’s fun, but it’s my reaction that lights her up. We set some rules: she won’t do anything without my okay, it won’t go past kissing or maybe light touching, and I have to be there, always. The big one is honesty total openness about everything. We’ve always been upfront about other people’s advances, so that’s not new. But here’s the problem: I’m not holding up my end. She’s asked where this kink comes from, how long I’ve had it, what sparked it. I dodge it, saying it just happened. It’s a weak lie. I can’t bring myself to tell her about my past Guess I’m a slow learner.

This thing with Sarah her flirting with Liam, the shed, these talks it’s all tied to the fantasy, but it’s dragging up old scars.

[Ranger55]

This and the photo of your wife are captivating. Please continue!

[wannabematt]

Last night, Sarah and I hit a club, and holy hell, it was a wild. It was just past 10 PM, and I was at the bar, surrounded by a group of younger guys. The club was packed for Thursday night, I was getting the attention of the bartender Lisa who’d been chatting me up between pouring drinks I wasn’t about to move for these guys I’d claimed my spot, and Lisa’s flirty was a nice ego boost. We agreed Sarah will come later not together as couple. Sarah had walked in, and she was a goddamn vision. She’d kept her outfit a secret despite my begging, and now I saw why. Her dark hair was straightened, her makeup was dark mascara red lipstick but the dress was stunning in a way that screamed sex.

Athletic dude named Marcus announced his intent to pursue her. He was mixed-race, broad-shouldered; His friend Ethan shut him down calling Sarah too classy for him. Another chimed in agreeing Marcus had no shot. I studied Marcus, wondering what Sarah would think of him. I didn’t have to wait long. Sarah spotted me but didn’t come straight over. She slipped into the space the group had left at the bar, ordering a drink. The bartender Jason rushed to serve her, cutting Lisa off. Marcus jumped in offering to cover her drink and ordering another for himself. Sarah thanked him, one of his friends Caleb gave up his stool so she could sit. I watched my wife chat with this guy who was clearly eager to get closer. The music cranked up and they leaned in close to hear each other, and I caught Marcus’s hand resting on her knee. When he tried to slide it higher, under her skirt, Sarah gently but firmly moved it back. She didn’t push him away that small detail sent me almost over the edge. Lisa kept trying to pull my attention chatting whenever she could but my focus was locked on Sarah. She eased with Marcus, laughing in the meantime Lisa invited me over her place after her shift.

I politely turned Lisa down while Sarah was grabbing Marcus and pulling him to the dance floor, his friends hyping him up, one predicted he’d seal the deal tonight, another said a woman like Sarah would take more time; they're talking whether she's married dismissing it as no obstacle made my blood boil and my turn on spike. Sarah and Marcus stopped near the edge of the dance floor - her choice. They danced to a slow song his arms pulling her close. She stared at me with every turn. Then his hands settled on her hips sliding lower. The song shifted but they stayed locked together and he kissed her. His hands roamed her body while his friends cheered one shouting that Marcus was going to take her home tonight. I pushed through the crowd made it outside I fought the urge to vomit the reality hit hard. I’d left Sarah inside with a man who wanted her. The bouncers weren’t letting me back in. Minutes later she appeared her dress still stunning but her face a mix of concern and anger. She demanded to know why I’d taken Lisa’s number, assuming I’d done it to retaliate. I explained it was a mistake, that I’d been too caught up watching her with Marcus to even register it admitting she’d known I hadn’t meant it but wanted to make me squirm for leaving her. She admitted it hurt her too, seeing Lisa flirt with me, she’d nearly lost it herself. But she clarified Marcus kissed her, not the other way around, and she’d only let it happen for me for the game

I’d read enough on this forum to expect reclamation sex but it wasn’t like that. We went home checked on Lily sleeping and climbed into bed. We kissed soft and loving and mostly just held each other. It wasn’t about fucking

Sarah’s pushing the boundaries, and I’m riding the highs and lows

[wannabematt]

This week was a grind; Monday started rough. At work, Ryan and Jamal cornered me, blaming me for a shorted order and asking me to explain it to the buyers. Then, Sarah showed up at the store and she was chatting with Ryan at the customer service counter. Ryan invited her to the party, suggesting I buy her something nice to wear. Sarah played along, twirling her hair. When Jamal joined, things escalated. Ryan stroked her hand; Jamal kissed the other, promising to make the party epic. Sarah giggled and when Ryan squeezed her breast she let him smiling at me. Jamal pinched her ass hard and she flinched but didn’t stop him. I was paralyzed as she handed me my forgotten lunchbox and mentioned shopping with Ellie ( her sister).

We had a fight that night. Sarah confronted me downstairs furious at my mood and then she stormed out saying it was none of my business where she was going. Hours passed with no response to my calls or texts. Then text came from her sister, she confirmed Sarah was with her safe but warned me to let the girl play or risk losing her. Sarah came home and we fell into each other’s arms. She thought I’d feared she’d run off.

Wednesday Sarah insisted I take a half-day for shopping at the retail village. Ellie joined us and they giggled through stores, Sarah buying towering black platform heels then hitting an upscale clothing shop. Ellie pushed a silver mini-dress with lace but Sarah worried it made her look like high-class call girl. I agreed. She chose a maroon dress and sent me to shop alone while she and Ellie picked lingerie.

Friday the party day was torture. Ryan and Jamal made comments about Sarah. Ryan joking about needing extra-large rubbers. Our coworker Katie overheard, and I played it off as about an ex. At home, Sarah revealed her lingerie . I asked her of if she's doing it for Ryan, but she insisted it was for us.

At the party Ryan cornered her; On the dance floor, his hands on her ass, her head on his chest. Katie pulled me to dance but Sarah was furious, she said what the fuck and stormed off when I didn't react. In the lobby, Sarah was furious accusing me of wanting other women. I denied it and she admitted the game weirded her out but insisted on continuing and demanding I watch. Back inside, she flirted with a group of guys, Ryan leading the pack. During slow song he groped her openly, and she led him to a stairwell. I followed as they kissed and his fingers exploring her body. She came hard with his face between her legs. She suggested including his friends Jamal and Greg.

In the room they stripped her. Sarah sucked Ryan off and then they pinned her to the bed. Ryan went first and Jamal followed. His cock was making her cry out. I stood frozen. Ryan taunted me as they took turns. She came again. When it was over, Sarah crawled to me and we left them and took a cab home

Morning brought her apology—she’d wanted it driven by fantasies she’d never shared, including with a Black man. I admitted my role pushing her into it. She thanked me for staying.

[venus-can99]

Interesting how Sarah made your wishes and her desires cum true with your co-workers. I am hoping you guys took all the necessary precautions...

[Ranger55]

Matt, Had you shared with Sarah the conversations you have overheard and have had with these people? Had she told you before the party what she had intended to do?
The ever curious…

[wannabematt]

Saturday Ellie called, urging a girls’ night at Vibe. She said I should come with her. We dropped Lily at her grandparents’ Sunday afternoon and headed to Vibe. Ellie greeted us in a silver dress. She said I looked like I needed a strong drink. Sarah was in a black halter dress we chose. I wanted to trust her, but Ellie’s presence felt like trouble.

At the bar, Ellie drew a crowd - Alex, tall guy focused on Sarah. He said she looked stunning in that dress. Ellie whispered to Sarah, who laughed and leaned into Alex. I sipped my beer, trying to focus but Ellie said to chill out, to let Sarah have fun. She said Sarah was a knockout and I was dying to see what happened next. On the dance floor, Sarah swayed with Alex she threw me slutty glances. Ellie asked if I wanted her to stop Sarah or join in. The crowd hid them briefly. I pushed past Ellie Sarah was laughing. She saw me broke away and grabbed my hand. She asked if I was okay. Ellie rolled her eyes. She said we were such a drama and told Sarah to hit the floor with her.

Ellie danced between them and spun Sarah toward Alex who pulled her into and Mike another guy joined hands on her hips. Sarah broke free, pulling me to the floor. She said it was for us Ellie danced with Mike then whispered to Sarah who hesitated then nodded. They led Mike and Alex to a darker corner. I followed as they slipped into a booth. Sarah sat between the guys and Ellie across.

Alex’s hand slid up Sarah’s thigh. She looked at me, seeking approval and I nodded. Alex’s fingers slipped under her dress. I wanted to scream Ellie leaned over whispering to Sarah who nodded letting Mike kiss her. Sarah stood, leading Alex and Mike to a back room and Ellie trailing. Sarah kissed Alex then turned to Mike her dress riding up. Ellie leaned against the wall and she said to let Sarah soar. Alex lifted her dress he slid her black lace panties down. Mike unbuttoned his shirt and went down on her. Then he unzipped his pants and she stroked him then leaned in taking him in her mouth. Alex stood undoing his belt and started fucking her slowly. Mike pulled her closer. She came then Mike took his turn. Alex joined as I stood frozen. as Mike finished she pushed them away.

Back home, we showered in silence She said she thought I wanted it, that Ellie kept saying it was my thing.

[Pecannut]

You kind of seem to be a bit confised about sharing Sarah. Is It a turn on for you?

[wannabematt]

Yeah it is or at least it was supposed to be; hard to explain. it’s getting dull. I’m torn between the thrill and the fear of losing her or losing us
Am I confused? Hell yes. I love the fantasy but the reality’s kicking my ass. I’m trying to figure out if we can keep the spark of this lifestyle without it burning us down.

[joel68]

You moved very fast into this LS.

You first posted at the end is August and now, three weeks into September, Sarah is fucking other guys. Nothing like going from zero to sixty in no time. And it appears she has a wing-girl that knows too.

I think you are now in for one wild ride whether you are conflicted or not. The train has left the station and you need to decide if you want to ride it. That’s the the way I see it.

Am I correct in my assessment?

[scaryflyer]

Hey wannabematt,
I see you've posted a couple of images from the party night in the Hotties section, did you take them or were they sent to you?

[Wantsomefunto]

Sarah is so hot! Hope more naughty behavior is coming soon from her with lots of pics

[realcucklife]

It’s a game of pushing boundaries

[realcucklife]

It’s a game of pushing boundaries

[realcucklife]

It’s a game of pushing boundaries

[Ranger55]

Hey Matt, how are things with you two?

[coastalkid]

Work must be hell now! Those guys you work with were bad to begin with. Now they must really have it in for you. Honestly, I don't see how you stay employed there and not be broken down with their trash talk. Do you really think NOT saying anything to Sarah about that situation at work is wise? How ever much those guys at work disrespected you before all this has to be exponentially worse now. Personally, I don't think I could show my face there again. I know you say that your parents instilled your passivity but with enough pressure in just the right places and you'll see a passive/aggressive person break and go all ballistic.

With Ellie as wing girl/instigator and with Sarah's libertine attitude and her jealousy, and the fact that there seems to be some misunderstanding as to what you want it feels like you are in a perfect storm.

Saturday Ellie called, urging a girls’ night at Vibe. She said I should come with her. ...... . I wanted to trust her, but Ellie’s presence felt like trouble.

Back home, we showered in silence She said she thought I wanted it, that Ellie kept saying it was my thing.

How can Ellie have any idea what you want? All she can know is what Sarah has told her and it doesn't even seem like Sarah is on the same page with you on that subject either. The scary part is Sarah's jealousy. I always wonder how wives/gfs reconcile this in their own heads. It's as if they don't or won't or refuse to consider what it would be like if the situations were reversed. At some point trust in each other is going to come to the forefront. If she expects you to trust her then she's going to have to learn to trust you. You and Sarah need to get on the same page through some heart to heart conversations.

[joel68]

Well, he hasn’t posted for a month. I wonder if he will be back anytime soon.

[narak]

Interesting story, pls keep posting.