THE GIFT

[KarrieKraves]

THE GIFT ©

The Gift is a five part fictional story of IR Cuckoldry written primarily for the enjoyment/cleansing of the soul of KarrieKraves

Authors Note: The Gift is a fictional story. Any similarities to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. As this is my first effort to be read by more than a few close and personal friends, comments/feedback will be accepted/appreciated.

In The Beginning

When I first started fucking my wife she was 33 years old. Ours was her second marriage. Her first had been at a young age to a man that she had cheated on. Upon finding out, he chose to file for divorce instead of giving her another chance to prove her fidelity. During our courtship she confided the extent of her unfaithful behavior. She had fucked several men during the course of her eight year marriage, including several of her husband’s close friends. She told me that beginning in her high-school years, as her behavior had gradually become more and more promiscuous, she had always felt like, and often identified herself as a slut. After the divorce she continued her pattern of dating, and of course fucking, multiple men at a time, up until the very morning of the day she began dating me. She further confided that she had little intention of stopping this practice, and that given time and opportunity; she would most likely become unfaithful to me and to our relationship. She told me she was “no good” and to heed what she said as a warning, cautioning me that I might want to consider “getting out” of our relationship, leaving her before I wound up being hurt.

I told her no such luck. I was in love with her and wanted her as my wife. I told her that we would deal with whatever issues we faced as they came up….together, and as a couple. Infidelity in a marriage would not be a “deal breaker” for me; and the fact that she could possibly be unfaithful while we were together would only make things more interesting. Thinking more about it I further told her that if possible, her indiscretions would likely serve to make me worship her even more than I already did. We were married very soon after.

Despite the fact that my wife had sampled a good number of cocks prior to our getting married; on our wedding night, as I pushed her legs open, forcing her knees back to rest against the mass of her generous c-cup tits, all that she offered down below was a very tight and most adorable little slit, which cleverly hid the treasures she kept underneath.

Immediately after the wedding I was offered and accepted a job in a predominantly black area; relocating with the promise of higher wages and improved job status. It wasn’t long before my wife took inventory of our new surroundings, and after only a few trips to the local shopping mall and grocery store, she began to remark about all of the tall handsome black men that seemed to appear everywhere. I immediately picked up on her thoughts; encouraging her desires further by teasing her that, being one of the few sexy blonde bombshells in the neighborhood, she would be sure to have her pick of the litter.

It didn’t take long for her to make me regret my teasing. Within a few short months of our move she had discovered the pleasure of black cock. She went a little crazy....doing many…..and doing them often.

In the beginning when she would arrive home from a late night “date” with a well hung black man; it wouldn’t take me long to discover what they had been up to. Usually just slightly drunk, and high from an intense workout in his bed; she would return to me still horny and immediately take my cock to finish off her night. The same was true after returning home from one of the many travel trips and work related conferences that I was required to attend in those days. Coming home to discover that she had entertained one or more of her black lovers in our bed; him sleeping over the entire time I had been away, was always a pleasant surprise. It meant that she would be sure to provide me with generous “compensation”; providing a reward for my “understanding and tolerance” of her amorous activities while I was gone. Picking her up after a busy (and usually drunken) night in a motel bed, of course again having experienced a well-endowed black lover, also meant that I would benefit; both from her elated mood, as well as from that overheated and insatiable pussy.

Sloppy seconds with my wife felt like I was with a TOTALLY different woman! If I were to close my eyes I'd never believe that the exhausted, cum filled pussy that I was able to enter so easily belonged to my normally snug and tight wife. But I LOVED fucking her used pussy as it was; all stretched out and lose, and of course oozing with a black lover’s cum! For a long time I didn’t dare admit to my wife just how arousing it felt, fucking her as a sloppy, used out Ho; much more so than making love to her as my previously proper and tight wife!!

In those days my wife was very proud of her tight pussy and the muscle control she possessed down there; that along with her amazing ability to “milk” her lovers as they moved inside her. As we did many MFM at the time, other men would always comment on the snug feeling they experienced as they entered her, and how “hot” it was when she “squeezed” them with those pussy muscles.

Finally after a few years in the lifestyle my wife met Lee, her current flame. Lee has the biggest cock I have EVER seen. He’s at least 9.5 inches long and every bit as thick as beer can. Completely relaxed, Lee’s cock is significantly larger than mine, (both in length, but especially in width) at full erection. The head on his incredible cock is huge and flairs out toward its edges, with a shaft that curves upwards ever so slightly; just enough to attack my wife’s G-spot from exactly the right angle. Even after all this time, handing a completely naked Lee his first cup of coffee for the day, I can’t help but shake my head and laugh every time I see that huge cock swing between his thighs. For any of us “average Jo’s” he surely would be considered a freak of nature.

Shortly after taking Lee as her lover, my wife began to want more. Instead of just the frequent physical sex they enjoyed, she wanted something more “substantial”. A “real” relationship, complete with long walks, handholding, and special dress-up dates to restaurants, movies, and concerts. Again with my encouragement and urging, my wife asked Lee to be her steady ‘boyfriend”. They would now be getting together regularly and frequently; enjoying each other outside, as well as inside of her bedroom; of course all of this with the same “understanding and tolerance” from me that I had continued since first exchanging our “I DO’S” five years before.

Now after five years of a steady diet of BBC to feed her hunger; and with almost three years of having Lee in her bed 2-4 times a week; the dimensions of her once-snug cunt have been compromised; reshaped instead by the proportions of that ridiculously sized cock. Needless to say my wife hasn’t been able to offer me a “tight” pussy in quite some time. Certainly the days when she was able to “squeeze” my essence out of me are long gone. But to say that she OR I actually, mourn the loss of that “tightness” would be a lie. I am average in length and thickness; a “standard six” as they say; and with only her normal lubrication, (especially if she’s been with Lee multiple nights in a row, or perhaps just returned from a ski trip weekend or short vacation with him) I’m frankly unable to feel enough friction from her pussy to get me off when we fuck.

But the excitement of thinking about her with Lee, especially knowing firsthand the type of rough, high-energy sex he routinely demands of her, is enough to get me going. As I imagine the dominant, almost merciless way he routinely pounds her cunt with that monster cock; along with my knowing how much she has come to enjoy being taken in this manner; my arousal quickly pushes me over the top. Knowing that Lee and other guys have "ruined" her in this way, with their big cocks and frequent, aggressive use of her married pussy; makes me cum even WITHOUT feeling that buildup of friction in her pussy. The images that I generate in my head of the events that have obviously left her in that condition, now make me cum even faster than I did five years ago; even faster than I did when her pussy remained a tight delicate flower between her legs.

Now when I kneel between her spread open thighs, pushing her knees back up to make contact with her long stiff nipples; her loose, permanently engorged cunt lips simply flop open causing her stretched and yawning opening to gape. Looking down at her spread open in front of me, I am now able to see well up into her cunt; the now permanently dilated opening to her cervix quickly becoming visible. Even standing up the fact that her inner lips have sagged, (mainly I suppose, as a result of the vigorous and rough sex Lee regularly demands of her) and now dangle VERY noticeably, in excess of one inch, below her “outers”; neither set now functions to conceal her entrance as they once did; leaving her with that floppy or gaping look, and the sensation of feeling “open down there” all of the time.

In the beginning, after an active night with one of her well hung lovers, her pussy would begin to return to "normal"; tightening back up after 2-3 days of rest and non-use. Then I began to notice this process taking a little longer. Later, after taking Lee as her steady and primary sex partner; he of course would demand use of her cunt again and again, before she had time to return back to her "normal" dimensions. Now with the frequency and persistence with which Lee and her other black lovers currently enjoy her body; I believe there is little chance she will ever return to her “normal self” again.

But hey! As I said I am not complaining one bit; we are enjoying ourselves too much right now doing what we are doing. If having a wife with a loose, stretched out pussy; ruined for my measurements of course, by the cocks of her well hung lovers has become a reality I must now face, then so be it; still a relatively small price to pay for the intense excitement and pleasure of this lifestyle.

[OOAA]

Great gift you have!!!

Thanks for sharing it with us

[becontree2001uk]

Thanks for sharing! This is a great story

[harry2614]

Karrie, I am blown away, not suspecting you had it in you to write as sensual story as this. Our e mail communications did not prepair me for the quality and sheer entertainment value here.
Do you realize that took more words for one of our favorite posters (you know who I mean) to write about a Ski weekend. Thanks, I will anxiously await the next installment.

Cheers, Harry

[KarrieKraves]

Two Weeks Before Christmas

As the Christmas season is rapidly approaching my wife came to me just yesterday to discuss her idea for Lee’s Christmas present. She explained that she plans on giving him the “gift” of her exclusive sexual fidelity, beginning on Jan. 01st. of the New Year, and continuing throughout the rest of the year. She informed me she has already set things in motion, notifying her other “regulars” (currently there are two other men that she is intimate with, both on an infrequent basis) that her pussy will be unavailable to them for the entirety of the upcoming year. She also informed that the same rule will apply to me as well, with one minor exception. She will allow “normal” sexual contact between me and her for the night of our midyear anniversary date. That is, I will be granted the privilege of enjoying my wife’s pussy for that one night; albeit she was quick to inform me that I will be required to wear a condom for the occasion. Apparently included in the “fine print” of my wife’s offering, Lee’s gift will also provide him with exclusive fluid bonding privileges with her for the entire year. As her gift to her boyfriend will provide exclusive access and use of all parts of her body; she will remain completely off limits to me sexually for that entire period of time, except for that one occasion.

As she further explained her rational my wife told me that, as Lee was given a major writing project to complete during the new-year, he would be working out of his home for the majority of that time. As my wife is employed on a “casual” basis, (she attends work on a call-in basis and is free to choose not to go in if she doesn’t wish to) her plans are to remain at home as much as possible, organizing a space somewhere in our house where Lee could come over and write on a regular basis. As I understood, this reorganization of our home would mean that Lee would essentially be working out of our house; while providing the two of them with an opportunity to enjoy time together on a daily basis. This she told me would work out especially well during the hours I spend at work. On the occasions where I am away from home on an overnight travel trip, her intension is that Lee of course would be spending the night, occupying my place beside her in our bed.

Basically my wife’s plan is to spend as much time as possible with her boyfriend over the course of the next year, providing him with the exclusive opportunity to fuck her on a daily basis. Given the fact that Lee has gotten into the habit of over-nighting with us; sharing her bed over the course of several weekends throughout this past year, he may indeed accomplish just that; fucking her every single day of the next year.

During our next conversation, as we discussed further details concerning our marriage for the upcoming year; she brought up this very point. Her only concern, as she reluctantly brought it to my attention, was that with the amount of time she and Lee would be spending together and the physical desire that they continuously felt for each other; the obvious result would be that of course they will be enjoying a LOT more sex. She admitted that Lee would probably continue to fuck her with the same frequency that they currently share; at least once a day on most of the days they are together. Now spending entire days in the same house, and with the demands and stresses of his writing and having to producing copy; my wife agreed that it was reasonable to assume that he would continue to want her pussy at least once a day, perhaps twice on days when the demands of his assignment stressed him more. The problem, as she sees it, is that the more she experiences that huge cock, the more her pussy will stretch to accommodate its ridiculous dimensions. Although after recruiting him as her primary lover, she required almost half a year before she could take all of him easily and pain free, she is now fully able to do so. Taking him regularly on an even more frequent schedule, as she intends during the next year, will most assuredly result in her pussy being honed-out to even larger dimensions. The question that she asked of me as her husband was; “Are you going to have a problem with this?? I mean are you really going to be okay with the consequences of this??”

Tradition of course would require me to answer with a resounding “NO”. Physically the challenges we’d encountered already, including the limited friction and lack of stimulation we currently generate whenever we fuck, will only get worse with her pussy being worked and stretched any more than it already is. Emotionally, knowing what has happened to her pussy, and accepting the reality of how she’s wound up this way, should be a major turn-off to me as her husband.

Needless to say that again just the opposite occurred; I must admit that even as I listened to her hesitantly outlining this fact, I felt my own cock straining more and more against my boxers. After staring at each other for some time I was the first to break the silence by speaking. I told her that it continued to turn me on that she remained “focused” on her boyfriend to this degree. I told her that the two of them seeing each other, and of course fucking on a frequent, perhaps daily basis for a whole year, would definitely increase the intensity of their relationship and the feelings that they already had for one another. I explained that enjoying more sex together, as well as becoming closer emotionally with each other, would simply be a logical conclusion to spending this amount of time together. I said that of course with Lee’s size and the fact that they would now be having sex perhaps daily; I fully understood what was likely to happen as a result. I explained that as much as we still enjoyed sex as a couple; the last year or so had not been especially satisfying in a physical sense, for either one of us. For me she had already been ruined beyond any realistic expectation, that I would ever experience her pussy again as that tight and snug little pleasure tunnel that I once had. Lee and the others had already ensured that much. For her, after experiencing the bigger cocks of her lover’s for so long; it made perfect sense that she would now need more stimulation to trigger her orgasms than she would experience from my average dimensions. For her the satisfaction and release she would experience from a generous daily serving of Lee’s cock, would definitely add to her overall happiness.

As we continued our discussion I knew what my wife was waiting for, and I knew what my agreement would mean. Except for one night; one special occasion, my cock would not penetrate her body for an entire year. Her pussy, like the rest of her charms, would belong to her lover; to be used and enjoyed exclusively by him, whenever he desired, wherever he desired and as often as he desired. By now knowing Lee as I do, I also know full well that he will use my wife’s “gift” to its full benefit. I know without a doubt he will fuck my wife often, and fuck her completely. He will do for her what I am now unable to do, easily, naturally, and without effort. And knowing my wife as I do, I know she will give to him what she has solemnly promised to deny from me, freely, eagerly, and without hesitation.

For me sex with my beautiful wife would now take on alternative forms; masturbation, (hopefully mutual masturbation) and the occasional hand job, (given of course by those dainty little hands of hers) would take the place of her moist warm pussy for the length of one entire year!! Our pillow talk would most likely center on her time with Lee now; on the sex they would now be enjoying as an exclusive couple. Of course hearing those details would be hot, but clearly these details wouldn’t include me. Her focus would now be solely on her boyfriend; her interest on meeting his needs, on keeping him satisfied. I also knew that after Lee, my wife would continue to have lovers; continue to want lovers. I knew she wouldn’t stop. I also knew that at this stage, I could honestly say that I didn’t want her to stop. Perhaps not EVER.

I genuinely love my wife, and I know she genuinely loves me. I want the best for her. I want her to be satisfied; she deserves to be happy. Searching for her eyes I caught her gaze and held it with mine as the smile began spreading slowly across my face. “Yeah” I answered. “I’ll be okay with it. I’ll be more than okay with it!!” And although I never said it directly; as I kissed my gorgeous wife, taking her into my arms in a big tight bear hug, I thought to myself, “This will be the best Christmas present ever”.

[KarrieKraves]

As I said at the beginning, this is the first time I've ever shared a story I've written with more than a few close friends. That said ANY and ALL feedback (both positive and negative) is more than appreciated. The story, including the next few parts, centers on a few specific aspects of this lifestyle that are especially erotic/arousing to me, both as a reader and writer of Cuckold related stories and situations. If anyone can relate to any of the specifics or situations that are featured in this story, any conversation generated either on the Forum or via PMs would also be more than appreciated.

OR perhaps my particular proclivities are simply weird???????????????

Thanks for your support/comments in advance

KarrieKraves

[OOAA]

Incredible and fantastic story!!!!! Congratulations!!!

Please, go on soon

[KarrieKraves]

One Month Later

Well….true to her word, my beautiful wife has not allowed me anywhere near her gorgeous pussy even once since presenting Lee with his Christmas gift, on the first day of this year.

If you remember, as part of her Christmas giving, my wife “gifted” her boyfriend Lee with the exclusive rights to her body and sexual fidelity for the entirety of the current year beginning on Jan 01st.

Lee’s Christmas gift back to her, as she proudly displayed it to me early Christmas morning; leaving the bed she had shared with him before making a special trip down the hallway to the guest room I occupied, was a shiny gold ring with a gleaming diamond solitaire stone. She explained that he gave it to her labeling it as a “commitment” ring; to be worn as a sign of her exclusive sexual commitment to him for the duration of the upcoming year. Wishing to respect the intent with which it was given, my wife reluctantly asked me whether I would have an issue with her removing the wedding ring set that I had given her on the day of our nuptials, in favor of the Christmas ring she received from her boyfriend. As she observed the frown quickly spreading across my face, she quickly filled in that this arrangement would only be until the end of next year. She would continue to wear her half of our matching wedding bands, now along with Lee’s ring, on the third finger of her left hand. Once her commitment to him had expired she explained, her plan was to incorporate this new ring into her wedding ring set; thus even though it might look slightly odd, she would wear a “token of love” from her “two favorite men” at all times.

Despite my initial misgivings, I felt much better after her additional explanation, and soon found myself smiling a big smile as I heard myself once again giving her my okay to carry out her wishes. In return, her wide smile and mushy Christmas morning kiss, as she hugged me tight and whispered, “You’re the best husband ever Baby!!” was all the reward I needed to feel a rush to my big head and a twinge to my little head, both at the same time.

The totally ironic thing about all of this is that the engagement ring I purchased for her, over five years ago now was made only after I had carefully completed much research about diamond cut and quality. Knowing that she preferred a solitaire setting; I wanted to make sure that I was purchasing a high quality stone. The one I finally chose, although it cost a pretty penny, was perfectly cut and of excellent color and clarity. I also made sure it was large enough that she would never have to be embarrassed showing it off to her friends, particularly the women at her office. I remember as we made our way to the Jeweller’s to make the final money transaction, giving him the go-ahead to mount the stone into the setting that she had picked, she jokingly told me that the stone had to be large enough so that she wouldn’t have to suffer from SDS. Not knowing what she meant, I asked her what type of a condition SDS was. Looking up at me with a half serious expression, she playfully poked me in the ribs as she said “small diamond syndrome silly. I don’t want to feel the shame of Small Diamond Syndrome whenever anyone asks to see my ring Baby!!” I mean we all know how women can be about those sorts of things right. Well….now the solitaire that I gave her (1.1cts.) is significantly larger than the one Lee gave her for Christmas, (about 0.75cts.). Deliberately pointing this fact out to her as she kneeled on the edge of my bed that morning however, earned me a big punch in the arm, as she playfully replied that that was the ONE thing I had given her that was bigger than Lee’s.

So since the beginning of the year my wife has solemnly kept her word to her boyfriend, offering him complete, unrestricted access to, and use of, her gorgeous body including sole oral and tasting benefits, and exclusive fluid bonding privileges with that sensuous mouth, insatiable pussy, and narrow backdoor of hers. She has also maintained her word to me as well, dutifully offering those dainty little hands almost once a week to provide one of her slow, deliberate toe curling hand jobs that she should actually be sainted for; in addition to our weekly Wednesday night, (sometimes mutual) masturbation sessions. So I can say that things have generally went well for all three of us since the beginning of this year; even with myself having to incorporate the new sexual reality that my wife’s Christmas gift to her boyfriend has presented me with. This is not to say however, that there hasn’t been the odd bump along the way.

[bystander]

Interesting premise, good delivery and writing, but the excess of her activities lost me. I get it, she said she would cheat and she did. She discovered larger cocks and she loves them (I'll skip the fact that anyone in the world with a cock over 6" long that is bigger around than an Oscar Mayer wiener is always exclusively black because that's the way it always is in these stories). My problem here is what the husband gets out of this relationship since it doesn't sound like he really has one with her anymore since she is spending almost all of her time and energies with Lee. Between the constant sex, dates, walks, weekends, vacations, dinners, and hanging out with Lee she wouldn't have any time left for her husband other than a hand job and mutual masturbation session once a week. Having him possibly interrupt or inconvenience her and Lee is probably why he is in the guest room (just go ahead and call it his new bedroom). There is no relationship here anymore for him and his wife, she has turned it into her and Lee. The whole point in marrying her was to have an ongoing relationship even if it wasn't traditional and exclusive sexually.

My point? I'm missing why he bothers with her and where the interest is during her serial extra-marital relationships that have now gone on for several years. Contrary to what is written about her pretty pussy, there is nothing particularly interesting or noteworthy about a large gaping hole unless he and his friends get to use it to play beer pong. And on the emotional side, she spends all her time and effort on Lee, and previously all of her other lovers. With all the time he has on his hands alone he should go out and find someone who actually wants to spend a minute or two with him since he would have plenty of time to do it during her activities and she would never miss him. What does the husband get for giving up the "privilege" of sharing her with every Tom, Dick, and Harry for a year and being denied? Basically, there needs to be something in it for him and I just haven't seen it yet.

[KarrieKraves]

bystander-Thanks for your thoughtful and well laid out feedback. This is exactly the type and nature of feedback that I can really benefit from at this stage as I experiment with putting ideas to words and words to paper.

[gamma]

KarrieKraves, I totally get where you are coming from. Having been denied for several years, (and loving it) I'm following your story closely.

[bystander]

Gamma, while the subject matter itself is not my cup of tea, I understand that there are those who enjoy denial - different strokes for different folks (pun intended). What draws me in as a reader are the relationship issues and interactions that unfold - that's what makes a story interesting, regardless of the subject matter.

What I was trying to put forth was that I'm missing the tease element of the denial to build his angst. As written there are no details of her interactions with her husband so it is assumed that she is merely ignoring him. In that case he is little more than a tenant in the house that gets a hand job and mutual masturbation session with her. There are plenty of long term marriages that have, through mutual neglect, devolved to the point where the husband and wife are essentially roommates. The details of what we are not being told about their relationship are what I was looking for. For the husband, or us, to invest ourselves emotionally, we need to see the trail of crumbs she throws his way that keeps him interested in following her. As I said in my previous post, I like the premise, delivery, and writing but would enjoy it much more if I was aware of how the wife was stringing her husband along. The devil is in the details and this is one horny wife. I'm sure there is quite a bit she could tell us about her interactions with her husband that would entice us to hang on her every word.

[KarrieKraves]

KarrieKraves, I totally get where you are coming from. Having been denied for several years, (and loving it) I'm following your story closely.

gamma- would you consider providing us with a brief snapshot into your own situation centering on your experience with long(er) term denial and especially the aspects that have made it so enjoyable for yourself (and of course with your wife as a couple)

Thanks for your response and participation.

KarrieKraves

[KarrieKraves]

Valentine’s Day

The week prior to Valentine’s Day I noticed something a bit unusual during one of our now routine, Wednesday night masturbation rituals. Up until that evening the two of us had enjoyed our time together openly, lying next to each other side by side, completely naked on our bed. The thing that immediately caught my eye this particular evening however; was that my wife neglected to remove her panties before lowering her hand to work her sex. Not only did I miss the view of her fingers massaging that sexy pussy, the presence of those panties confused and frustrated me. When I asked her what was up she explained that, as her monthly “friend” was still visiting, she thought it proper to maintain modesty and remain covered. Although I thought this “new” level of modesty strange, I never questioned her any further on the matter.

The next Wednesday afternoon, as I arrived home from work and popped into our bathroom to check on her, I caught her just as she was standing to exit the bathtub. As she looked up at me she hastily grabbed for her bath towel quickly wrapping it around her waist, while at the same time keeping her back towards me. Again I thought her behavior unusual and questioned her about what she was “trying to prove with that towel”. The look she gave me quickly flashed from apologetic to angry and back to apologetic, all in an instant. Unable to look me in the face, she kept her eyes glued to the floor as she finally responded quietly, “Well…...You may as well know. You’re going to find out later tonight anyways. Aren’t you??” Looking back at her totally confused I gently asked, “Sweetie!! What in the heavens are you talking about??”

“Okay” my wife said “But first you are going to promise you won’t get angry. Now promise!!!” Still not knowing what the heck was going on, with exasperation I almost yelled, “Okay I promise!!!” Reluctantly then my wife stood in front of me, and facing me she slowly pulled the towel from around her waist letting it drop to the floor. My eyes followed the gorgeous curves of her body surveying downwards over her full breasts towards the narrow, furry patch of blonde hair crowning her pussy that we both jokingly refer to as her “landing strip”. My eyes stopped, becoming wide as they settled on the end of her little runway. There piercing the skin just above her clit was a small, shiny gold barbell “What the fuck!!!” I yelled, just before remembering my promise not to get angry. Then noticing the dismay clearly evident in my wife’s eyes I quickly apologised saying, “I know!! I promised!! I’m sorry!! But what on earth is that??”

“I had it done a couple of weeks ago. Lee thought it would be a good idea. I know you never liked them, but Lee wanted it. He really likes these so I had it done for him. I promised it to him as a Valentine’s Day gift”. “Oh My God!!” I said as I looked at her shaking my head. Then “Well…...Tell me…..Was it a good idea??” Looking back at me my wife replied, “I don’t know yet!! Every time Lee touches me there now I just go off. I can’t control myself yet. Lee says I need to become desensitized to the feeling a little bit before I can really start to enjoy having it. But once that happens, he says I will really start to like the sensations it will give me. He says having one becomes addicting, and that once you get used to wearing one, you can’t ever go for any length of time without having it in”. “Oh My God” I repeated. At the time I was angry, but not wanting to make a bigger deal out of it than I already had I simply said, “Well……I hope you’re right about that!!” before leaving the room. Needless to say my wife and I didn’t participate in our normal Wednesday evening ritual that night.

The next day was Valentine’s Day, and after leaving work early I quickly picked up a dozen red roses (my wife’s favorite) along with an extra-mushy card (another of my wife’s favorites) before rushing home; hoping to apologise for my “big blow-up” the previous evening. I wanted to make amends before the three of us (my wife had of course invited Lee) were to meet for Valentine’s Day dinner. This year being my treat; my wife had already informed me that Lee would be over to our house afterwards; having been invited to spend a special “lover’s night” in my wife’s bed.

Arriving home I again caught her standing in the bathtub after a long soak, this time though there was no need for her to make strange as I entered our bathroom. “Hi Baby” she said with an excited tone to her words, “You’re just in time to help me get ready for tonight’s date with TWO of my favorite gentlemen”. Offering me her razor by way of an outstretched hand she asked, “Would you like to help me finish getting ready??” After asking what she needed me to do; my wife informed me that she planned to remove the narrow strip of Golden Fleece directly above the opening to her pussy. “My landing strip has to go Baby!! I promised I would do it for Lee….. As part of his Valentine’s Day gift. He’s wanted me totally shaved for a while now. He thinks I’d be more naked that way”. “HOLY SHIT!!!” I replied, my anger involuntarily beginning to surface. “Does absolutely EVERYTHING around here HAVE to be about Lee??” “No Baby!! It’s not that at all!! It’s just that I wanted to make tonight special for him. That’s all…...Okay Baby!! It’s only until the end of the year. If he doesn’t find it as hot as he thinks it will be then I’ll grow it back out for you….even before then……Okay….Please Baby??”

Well….You guessed it. I finally did wind up “helping” my wife prepare for our special evening out with Lee. And YES I admit; even though I didn’t agree; with razor in hand I bent over and reluctantly began to remove that last bit of golden fur from her pussy. Those same few golden curls that had been the focus of my great fascination from the moment I first saw them.

After managing my disappointment at her “landing strip” decision though; my evening began to unfold more easily and as planned. The three of us managed to make our reservations at the quaint little Bistro that my wife had selected, for a very impressive lover’s feast.

My wife’s outfit for the evening, although meant to give her a very conservative look, did indicate at least a hint of naughtiness. I suppose it could more accurately have been called a costume. As one of Lee’s favorite fantasies apparently involve the type of uniforms school girls might be required to wear, while attending an expensive private school; my wife decided to surprise him by dressing as a graduating high-school girl; the prelude to what was sure to evolve into a night full of hard, aggressive, repeated fucking.

The blouse she had chosen was white, long sleeved, cotton, with tight sewn pleats running down the front; providing an ultra-conservative look. The buttons were spaced at medium intervals from collar to hem, and the material was just the correct thickness so that one could just notice the red hue from the brassiere she wore underneath seeping through. Her top was carefully tucked into a just-below-the-knee length wool skirt, made up of black and grey plaid squares, with a very short slit extending up the back. The plaid pattern in her stockings, ending just above her kneecaps, was consistent with that of her skirt, giving a false impression of the old-fashioned woolen knee-socks that were so typical of private school uniform dress. My wife had even managed to find a pair of black, low-heeled oxfords that would have felt right at home walking down a long, marble finished school corridor. Her thick, curly blonde hair had been put up into a tight ponytail, wrapped tight with a bright red velvet hair cinch; she having omitted her usual eyeliner and lipstick, applying just enough makeup to “make myself look presentable”.

Underneath that conservative top layer however, both my wife’s generous 36C breasts, as well as that insatiable pussy were safely encased in a very sexy, very lacy, Fire-Engine Red, bra and panty set that I had given her two nights before as part of my Valentine’s Day gift to her. Helping her into those panties before leaving the house, I couldn’t keep my cock from twitching; the nudity of her now completely-bald pussy being easily visible through the wide, open, weave of the lace. The same was also true as she did up her blouse; the brilliant red of her lacy brassiere again easily noticeable through the spaces between her buttons.

With our gourmet meal digesting; it was now time for the next part of the evening’s events. Needless to say Lee did spend the night, returning my wife back to our house from the restaurant in his car, and I got to listen to the two lovebirds celebrate the true meaning of the day.

From outside the closed door to the bedroom I normally shared with my wife, there was no mistake that Lee was enjoying his Christmas “gift” yet again. As I remained a bit keyed-up from the events of both my afternoon and evening; sleep did not come to me immediately, and so I lie awake listening to the sounds of the activities coming from down the hall. My wife’s lover took her at least three times that night. (Three times before sleep found my eyes that is.) Each session was lengthy, lasting between 40 and 50 minutes. Each time he fucked her it was with force and intensity. Each time Lee worked my wife’s pussy to orgasm she came loudly and with conviction. Between fuckings, as they recharged their bodies, they were quiet and tender and I was privy to the sounds of both of them giggling and murmuring to each other. And yes, I will admit it; as she worked his cock in our bed, I worked my own cock, down the hallway in our spare bedroom. I couldn’t help it!! Hearing my wife give herself to her lover, as totally and completely as she was; his moans and grunts, along with the movement and vibration of the bed as he drove her body into its mattress; evidence that he was taking in equal amounts to what he was giving. And as ambitious and enthusiastic as my own efforts had EVER been during ANY of the times I had ever fucked her; by the urgency, almost desperation, in her voice as she moaned and screamed her pleasure for what he was doing to her at that moment; I knew that I never had, nor would I ever, fuck her with the kind of power, stamina and intensity with which her lover was now fucking her. Yes.....I admit it. I masturbated as I lie in bed listening to the two of them. I simply couldn’t help it.

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EXCELLENT story Karrie!!!!!!

Thanks a lot!

Super amazingly hot!!

[bystander]

Whether it was originally written this way or more details were provided before posting this part, involving the husband more in what is going on with her relationship makes for a much better read.

In xleglover's LAW series about Mike and Jen he made a very good point about the denial aspect and the excitement of being a cuckold when he wrote about Mike seeing his wife, Jen, making love to her long-term boyfriend.

Surprisingly, Mike wasn’t at all aroused by what he’d seen. He suddenly realized a truism of the hotwife/cuckold fantasy. The fantasy revolved around seeing YOUR girl with another man, the risk of losing YOUR girl. It didn’t work if the girl wasn’t yours.

Without the details that show how she involved her husband in her activities for the last several years with her various lovers it gives the impression of a shallow relationship where she does what she wants without ever talking to the husband about it which makes the husband a casual bystander with no emotional interest. The details of his involvement, the little exchanges they have, change that. Thanks for this latest installment.

[KarrieKraves]

I've now posted 4 out of the original 5 parts to this, my "maiden" voyage into storytelling for the masses. Part 5 WAS to be this story's grand finale however, realizing that much of the constructive criticisms from bystander and others are absolutely correct, and that I have indeed concentrated a bit too much on the "what" and perhaps not enough on the "whys"

As a result this coming week I shall endeavor to provide poor frustrated hubby with a bit of personal insight into what it is that makes him "tick" as he does. I must admit that this is definitely the more difficult part for me; finding it much easier instead to focus on the "stroke-ability" aspects of the story.

However being the beta....... I mean ALPHA personality that I am; I will take this assignment on as a challenge and see what I can produce. That said I shall post the remaining (now 2 parts) on/near next weekend.

Until then PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE continue to provide additional criticism/advice/personal experiences---especially in the areas of Denial and FLRs as I find even small tidbits VERY helpful at this point.

Thanks for your patience.

KarrieKraves

[bystander]

Along with many others I will anxiously await the next installment to see what you have in store. I greatly appreciate the time and effort you have taken to share your story with those of us who are substantially less creative. Fantastic first effort thus far.

[KarrieKraves]

Author's note--This is part five, the second last part of my story. Part six, the final part is finished and after proofing should be posted tomorrow???



10 Months To Go

Since our Valentine’s Day celebration has passed, or perhaps more accurately put; since my wife’s Valentine’s Night marathon with her lover has passed, things have pretty much returned to normal; at least the “new normal” that my wife and I now share. With two months of the present year now gone, having ten more to go, I am generally pleased with the way things have progressed so far. With me now assuming much more of a “beta” role with my wife both of us have been presented with the challenges of redefining our relationship roles. This being especially true in terms of the way we now relate to each other, both on a physical as well as a sexual level. Being the eager recipient of my wife’s hand jobs (the only word that even comes close at attempting to describe them would be “extraordinary”) is now at the center of my sexual universe, and I continuously look forward to her efforts with unimaginable anticipation and excitement; so much so in fact, that I have recently asked my wife if she would consider keeping those dainty little fingernails of hers painted with the same red nail polish that she uses on her toenails.

Almost since they first met; Lee has demanded that she keep her toenails done in a specific shade of red polish which he prefers. “Whore’s Red only!! I don’t want to see those feet painted any other color!!” I’ve overheard him telling her on more than one occasion. Although I highly doubt there is actually such a color sold, the tone reminds me of the shade of a Fire Truck as the warm afternoon sun shines on its finish. And despite the fact that my wife has preferred keeping her finger nails unpolished to this point; complaining that the paint would probably chip off as she assists Lee, sometimes giving his fingers a rest break from his keyboard; she did say as I once again asked her, that perhaps she would reconsider my request the next time she makes an appointment for one of her regular pedicures.

The old cliché dictates that communication is key. One thing that my wife and I do maintain is excellent communication. A couple weeks ago as we were enjoying our usual Wednesday night time together, my wife informed me that her and Lee have planned a short ski holiday over the upcoming Easter weekend. Apparently Lee’s writing assignment has been stressing him lately and he needs some time away. The plan is for them to leave the Thursday before Good Friday and return the Tuesday after Easter Monday. My wife was definitely excited as she described that they would have four entire days to enjoy a ski adventure. Although I never said it out loud I did have thoughts of my wife, away with her lover, having four entire days (and of course FIVE entire nights) to fuck nonstop.

Later as I looked over at her, admiring her gorgeous naked form lying next to me, she noticed me staring at the shiny gold bar peeking back at me. Motioning with her hand she asked me, “Are you more okay about me having this now???” “Yes” I said almost sheepishly. “Sorry I overreacted like I did at first. How does Lee feel about it?? Does he like it??” “Oh yes!!” She exclaimed, breaking into a fit of giggles, “He loves it!! He can’t keep his hands off of it anytime I’m naked around him now; he always wants to touch me down there” ”That’s funny” I mused, “You never used to be keen on any type of permanent markings or piercings before”. “Well....I suppose it’s because Lee really likes this kind of stuff. I guess he sort of talked me into liking it a bit myself. I’m even thinking of getting a small tattoo now” “Oh My God!! Really??” I asked, obviously shocked. “Yes....Lee sort of wants me to get one in the summer, nearer to his birthday.....you know……….as sort of a birthday gift to him”. “Oh My God!!” I said again. “What does he want you to get”, concern now definitely apparent in my voice. Neither I nor my wife up to that point had shown any real interest in getting either tattooed or pierced. “Uhmm....Well....he’s been sort of mentioning a small Spade, maybe sitting in the center of a Q....meaning Queen....You know......Queen of Spades; because I date black men…..I mean because we’ve been together for quite a while now he just thought it might be a really cool tat to get”. “OH my God!!”, I heard coming out of my mouth again. “Where would you get it??....like on your leg above one of your ankles or something??” “Well.....There.....Or....Lee thinks the best place to get it might be right above my pussy......You know...Now that I keep myself shaved there it would be easy to see. How would you feel about that Baby??” My wife asked me. “Holy Shit” I replied, too shocked to say anything more.

As I quickly considered all that I had just heard my mind raced. First giving Lee exclusive rights to her pussy for an entire year; then openly wearing the commitment ring he had given her in place of our wedding ring set; a piercing…..and now a tattoo!! What would be next?? Where would this all end up?? In my mind anger flashed, followed quickly by outrage; the two jockeying for position as I thought once again about what my wife was proposing. She’s putting him first; his wishes are clearly superseding mine. Unfair, since I AM her husband; the man on the receiving end of her “I do’s” on the day of our nuptials. Unreasonable because she’s taking this too far; she’s going overboard!! How far is she actually going to take this?? A cresting wave of angst swept over me, engulfing my entire psyche; filling me with a dark deep fear which seemed to soak up my self-respect and confidence like a sponge. I tried to think straight but in the moment my thoughts didn’t make sense. I hated the unfairness, the unreasonableness of the situation; but the one thing I feared more than the unfairness was that some day that unfairness; that same unreasonableness would stop. I tried to calm myself; to stop the stirring I felt within every muscle of my being; the force that was squeezing my knotted, vibrating intestines. After several deep breaths I finally started to settle. Thinking a bit more clearly now I had to admit that despite the fact I’d never really liked the whole idea of tattoos; imagining my wife, with her now shaved bald pussy, topped with a frilly little Queen of Spades tattoo directly above the pierced hood of her clit?????? Well my imagined images were certainly making my rock hard cock twitch more than just a little. What followed was a fairly lengthy period where neither of us spoke. Finally not being able to take my wife’s, “please can I have this” look any longer I finally said, “I’m going to need some time to think about this”.

[bystander]

The dynamic that is interesting to me is the alpha/beta/cuckold denial/angst thing. Interesting because while he is supposedly involved in the decisions she makes when she is asking him if he is ok with what she is doing, she really isn't asking his permission at all. She has already determined her course of action, intent on doing it anyway, in some past cases having already having done so, so in reality all she is really doing is letting him know to soften the blow of what he seems to be essentially powerless to stop anyway. She probably suspected these types of situations would occur when she warned him what she would be like in a married relationship and he wanted to marry her anyway. I find this element of degradation/humiliation of the beta that is written about quite frequently in this genre interesting as I struggle to understand it but, without personal experience, probably never will. In this particular story it appears that the husband is slowly slipping into the role of being the submissive cuckold that thrives on the humiliation/denial aspect of the relationship. As written, little by little, his wife is replacing him with Lee in each aspect of her life over time, giving Lee the level of attention and respect the husband once had. It will be interesting to see if that was what you intended and how the husband will ultimately deal with how the situation seems to be soaking up his "self-respect and confidence like a sponge" as he realizes his wife really is putting Lee first where Lee's wishes clearly are superseding his or if you are intending something completely different. Nice job and thought provoking for me either way.

[bystander]

After my initial response I thought about the story a little more, compared it to other stories that have struck me, and focused on how the inter-relationships of the characters have played out. While reading a story I tend to look at the obvious interactions and marginalize the deeper issues at play as the different characters try to sate, or completely overlook, depending on the story, their needs and desires. Depending on the story, this leads to one of three focuses to achieve the desired result in the alpha/dominant/submissive/cuckold/denial/humiliation arena: short-term needs, long-term needs, and best of both worlds.

In the short-term needs category we have the alpha, or new lover, taking the wife and kicking out, or completely humiliating, the husband to the point where he is a shell of his former self or he is gone forever so she can have endless orgasms with a superior lover that has a huge cock, can go multiple times every night, and never ceases to fulfill her desires. This usually ends with her being left lonely and alone, regretting her decision, a couple of years later when her fantastically insatiable and attentive lover ditches her for a younger, hotter, alternative. In the long-term needs category we have the wife realizing the mistake she has made where she either goes back to her husband that is the love of her life or she gives up on her short-term needs in favor of the boring, safe, small dicked husband that will never fulfill her but she can depend on until her dying day to provide her with a safe and secure retirement. In the best of both worlds scenario the wife finds a way to balance her short-term needs and desires with the long-term security of someone who truly cares about her and will love her until her dying day (Goodhusband did a great job of showing a couple working through this kind of balance in his Courtesan series on another site).

In THE GIFT, KarrieKraves has done a good job of setting up the best of both worlds scenario. The problem the wife now faces is whether her continually choosing her and Lee’s immediate needs, desires, and happiness has pushed her husband too far. Unlike some situations where the husband is a knowing, and willing, participant in the cuckold/submissive/humiliation/denial lifestyle, in this situation the husband started out as merely a knowing cuckold that was willing to share and be supportive to make his wife happy and to be with the one he loved as they got older. By the wife effectively giving Lee the level of attention and respect the husband once had resulting in the husband wondering if his self-respect and confidence were being sucked up like a sponge she runs the risk of losing her husband by pushing him too far, too fast. Right now, Lee and the wife are skimming the cream of the relationship by getting all the sex, spare time, vacations, dinners, etc. while the husband gets the scraps. Lee, with the wife’s help, is also rubbing the ownership of his property (the wife) in the husbands face by marking his woman with piercings, rings, and possibly a tattoo in addition to the husband being denied coital relations for a year. In the long run, Lee will end up moving on to a new, younger, model an in the process tossing aside the used up, stretched out, marked up, nymphomaniac wife. The real question here is whether the wife realizes what she stands to lose if she pushes too hard, and then, if she goes for the short term excitement or tries to balance the relationship better so she doesn’t end up alone and lonely in a few years. All in all, still a great job of setting up a thought provoking situation either way.

[KarrieKraves]

Author’s note—

Part six, posted below concludes my story The Gift. My thanks to all who read and enjoyed my first posted effort, especially to bystander and all of the others who responded with feedback and personal stories. I swear some readers put as much effort into feedback and analysis as I did into creating the story; a fact which gives me a true rush.

Karrie will be back soon, up to her same old antics, this time in a much longer story to be presented in the form of a series of interactive postings, probably in the Hotwife Forum (if the site moderators see fit)

For those who find the “Whys” of a story as, or even more important than, the “Whats” and “Hows” I hope part six doesn’t disappoint too much.

Thanks again for reading

KarrieKraves

[KarrieKraves]

One Week Later

During the course of the next week I did indeed invest my time thinking about what exactly was frustrating me; my rather unconventional marriage, and the series of events that had transpired bringing me to my current reality.

Another of the old clichés insist that opposites attract, and as I thought back to the beginning of my relationship with my wife; I realized that many of the reasons my attraction towards her had been so strong in the first place, centered around her courage and the self-confidence she seemed to exude at all times, and in most every situation. She was a strong woman with an emotional mettle that seemed to far exceed my own.

By my own circumstances, although never a total pushover; I was far removed from the natural dominance and aggression of many of my childhood and high-school friends. As a childhood Pirate, I was always the one most likely to be tied to the bow of the enemy’s make-believe and improvised Pirate ship. High-school found me to be “sensitive” and “a good listener”; the one out of our group that the others all felt they could come to with a problem or difficulty. It was much the same with my foray into the adolescent dating scene; with one minor difference. When my high-school paramours smiled and flirted with my best friends and the others boys that I hung out with I felt stimulated and excited. If they happened to “fall hard” and eventually “dump” me in favor of one of the others; instead of the jealous anger that my friends frequently described as they “unburdened” themselves to me, I found the same situation to be somewhat of a turn-on.

As a young man on the make; I was always attracted to strong, self-assured, yes….dare I admit, even dominant women; and the thought of a possible future wife, or any woman for that matter, being in charge, especially at home, was a definite turn-on for me. After meeting my wife; her disclosure of the marital infidelities she had orchestrated certainly didn’t shake me to my “core” like she assumed they would. On the contrary in fact, as I was quickly able to connect her behavior with the strong, self-assured risk taking personality that she was. As the romantic time we spent together became more “serious”; my wife and I discussed the possibility of including a third person in our relationship at some point in the future. When we initially talked about my wife taking a lover; discussing the pros and cons of both a single or short term liaison vs the possibilities of a longer term boyfriend or FWB scenario, it was me who actually suggested the idea first. Although I’m still not able to describe with 100% accuracy why I wanted to experience this reality firsthand; essentially I found the idea of this intelligent, beautiful, outgoing woman who would belong to me in a traditional sense through marriage vows, demonstrating not only an emotional attachment; but more so a sexual commitment and obligation to another man extremely arousing. Imagining the inherent potential of all that would surely coincide with this type of arrangement including the ongoing and teasing pillow talk; my inevitable humiliation at her anticipated size and performance comparisons; the potential for her to deny me physically at some level; my opportunity to listen, watch, and possibly even interact with her and a lover, along with the lust, jealousy, and yes…..even the overwhelming angst that would surely accompany such a situation, all combined in my mind to form a very powerful emotional; and especially sexual high. And thinking about it even more at that time; the emotional high that completely overwhelmed me was totally intoxicating; being very similar to what I experienced when I was pleasantly drunk or high, or had been out for a night at the Casino; drawing me in like a month to a flame.

By the time I had experienced a number of these exact scenarios with her, experiencing the full range of emotions that have surfaced with each of her infidelities; I had become hopelessly addicted; actively encouraging, practically begging my wife at times not to stop her behavior; but instead to continue upping the ante; taking the excitement and intrigue that we both felt to yet another unchartered level.

When she met Lee, almost immediately making the decision to take him as her primary lover; although totally supportive and simply elated by the fact that she had; I was again immersed in the now familiar pool of conflicting emotions that had become the “new normal” state of my psyche. By now I had clearly become what my favorite internet sites like “Cuckold Marriage” and “Our Hotwives.com” would term a Cuckold, and my gorgeous wife, “hot” as she most certainly was, would surely be categorized a “Hot-Wife”.

It certainly wasn’t my intention to ever lose my wife; to give her away permanently to another man; I mean…..knowing that my wife temporarily belonged to another man; that she was allowing another man to take the place of her husband for the time being, was only a turn-on to me because she was indeed MY WIFE. We were simply involved in a game; albeit one that had the potential to serve up some rather serious consequences should the situation come completely off the rails; but a game nonetheless. Whenever I questioned myself about that very issue I always had to admit that the thought of losing this beautiful Goddess, never to have her presence grace my life again was simply TERRIFYING. Of course that same terror was quickly tempered by the lust, excitement, thrill, and arousal that were inherent in the game. That of course was the catch; that’s what I found sooo enchanting about this whole business.

True to form my wife, with her latest decision to “gift” her now steady boyfriend, raised the stakes once again. Giving Lee the exclusive rights and use of her pussy, along with the rest of her impressive body, jolted my poor overburdened psyche yet again. Not because I wouldn’t get to enjoy her companionship as extensively as I had been used to, but because she had chosen to give herself to another man, almost completely, for a specified and lengthy period of time; not because I would be denied the pleasure of her delicious charms, but because it was her wish to deny me those same delights; not because I wouldn’t be able to invoke the regulations of our marriage contract, but because another man, a virtual stranger, would be enjoying what was rightfully mine by that same contract, anytime he needed or so chose to do so.

I had now been relegated to third wheel status. I had become the third person in my relationship with my wife; the beta corner of the relationship triangle which I shared with my alpha nemesis and his cuckolding moll. And although I had started out as a not-so-reluctant husband; an enthusiast who certainly wanted to support his wife's desires; to see her grow as the strong self-assured woman she was, while at the same time enjoying the thrill of the circumstances myself; the rules had changed.

I was no longer my wife’s husband; at least not for the time being. I had lost my rights; albeit temporarily, my wife had given them to her boyfriend, her alpha male. Now when all three of us were together, both in public as well as in private, he was the husband; it was his arm that she reached for, his chest that she laid her head against. I no longer had any say; it was his preferences and desires that held value; that were respected.

And whether the three of us were together or not, the awareness that I was no longer required to play the role of husband; that my wife didn’t WANT me to play the role of husband was indeed liberating. I felt light-hearted and empowered, an odd feeling of security enveloping my psyche; a feeling of not having to assume responsibility, much like I had as a child lying in the back seat of my Father’s car on a late night drive home; knowing simply that if anything “bad” or “scary” was to happen, my father would surely know what to do. I felt as if I was part of a play. A character with a role; not the main “alpha” role; but rather a secondary or supporting role. The type of role that let me experience most parts of the situation firsthand but without the pressure of having my name on the marquee.

By now, having thrown caution to the wind, I had become an eager and willing participant who couldn't wait for the next erotic situation; hoping with fingers crossed for my amorous wife to boost up the intensity levels yet another notch. Slowly and inevitably I had sunk into the role of true cuckold husband. Not surprisingly I was enjoying it; and like a true alcoholic or drug addict, I craved to experience more of it.

As I thought more about the cause behind my more recent frustrations however; I began to realize that at the root of my present uncertainties was an issue of commitment. I began to realize that as sure as I had given my wife permission, my solemn blessing, to carry on as she was; I hadn’t committed myself to the big picture. I hadn’t given myself completely to the lifestyle; totally accepting all that would come with it as a result. Yes….I had considered the physical consequences; I was okay, truly okay, with the way Lee and the others had “altered” my wife’s body; the physical realities of spending amounts of time with a lover endowed as well as Lee and some of the others were. I was now however being confronted on a new level.

No longer satisfied with me knowing what she did; what she was doing with her lover; my wife was pushing the envelope once again; shifting gears, this time into overdrive. No longer content to have me watch and listen to the goings on between her and her lover or answer the questions and curiosities conjured in my mind; I was now to be accosted by unmistakeable and permanent reminders; the markings and symbols quickly and clearly denoting the reality that I, that we, were now a part of; the next and perhaps uppermost level of the bigger picture.

Two mornings later as I stood under the shower, the pulsing water hitting my sleepy face; I experienced what I can only describe as an epiphany. Instantly it became clear; like the parting of the Red Sea…..well, perhaps it wasn’t quite that dramatic…..but hitting me in the face, along with the dancing streams of water, was the fact that I simply needed to accept my current circumstances. Go with the flow!! Relax and enjoy the ride!! Suddenly the outrage; that sense of unfairness I had previously felt began to dissipate; quickly vanishing, sinking out of my conscious mind even as I stood there reasoning myself out. Commit myself to the big picture. No more fence sitting; I was either in or I was out…..and feeling my cock slowly began to stiffen it became a clear no brainer!! I WAS IN!!!

At that point I knew what my answer was; I knew what response I would give my wife’s unanswered question. And as the smile that had started with this simple realization began to make its way, spreading widely across my face another revelation jolted my psyche. This would be the first day of the rest of my life!!!!!

Last Wednesday night as my wife and I were getting ready for our usual bedtime ritual, I asked her if she intended to take another lover once her relationship with Lee had run its course. After a very brief pause she responded “Yes Baby, of course I will. I imagine I’ll always have a lover”. And as a little giggle that she had been trying to stifle got away she continued, “Maybe not always someone “full time” like Lee……but I’ll probably always want to have someone. Why are you asking Baby??” “Umm……No special reason” I replied as I took her into my arms, kissing her and telling her I loved her. Later as we lay in bed; recovering after our first round of masturbation, my wife asked me if I missed it; not being inside of her so far this year. I answered her honestly, explaining that even though her hand jobs were to die for, and all of our Wednesday nights together had been extremely enjoyable; I couldn’t help but miss the feeling of closeness and total completion that being inside her pussy brought me. The look on her face as she said, “Aw!! That’s so sweet of you to say Baby!!” was priceless. Obviously feeling bad, she reminded me of our mid-July anniversary date; explaining that she was already thinking of ideas for how she could give her pussy to me that night in an extra-special way. I can’t wait. And despite the fact that I’m certain to survive until the calendar once again announces a new year; I can’t wait for my wife’s Christmas gift to her lover to expire; giving us the opportunity to get back to our “normal” sexual life once again. But in all honesty, I must admit that I do think about just what “normal” will be like with her, after surviving Lee for an entire year.

[bystander]

After her being with a much larger partner on an ongoing and constant basis for over a year I'm not sure a feeling of "closeness" is what he will feel when he enters is wife again but I understand the sentiment. Thanks for this first effort, I beleive that it is us, the readers, who have truly received THE GIFT.

[OOAA]

EXCELLENT story!!!!!

Brilliant conclusion!!

Thanks Karrie!

Hot kisses & great orgasms!