Doubting Don and the Uncertainty Principle

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Doubting Don and the Uncertainty Principle

Unread post by Don Jetman » Wed Jan 02, 2019 4:48 pm

Doubting Don and the Uncertainty Principle


This one's a little different. I wrote it years ago when we first began
hotwifing, and should probably be filed under "Don't Let This Happen to
You". The following is an account of our worst nightmare. I kept a kind
of crude journal through this mess, and pieced together entries that
might give at least a rough account of those times. I often thought of
asking for help on the forum at the time, but honestly, was too unsure
of what was happening, or even what to ask. I didn't dress this one up
- it's pretty much cut and paste from Word, changing present tense to
past for effect. I'm also not too proud of exposing what might, to some,
be seen as cluelessness or even worse, just plain stupidity. But it was
part of a catharsis for me, and maybe some just starting out (like L
and me at the time) can learn from it. As for the rest of you, well, I
appreciate your indulgence. You can say, "I told you so," later.




- Part 1 -

I was out of town over the weekend, and a couple, good friends of ours,
invited L to an art gallery opening Saturday night. L's not much of an
"artsy" person, but she went with them to get out of the house. She was
feeling lonely with me away for the weekend. The couple bumped into a
friend, a naval attorney with the JAG Corps. Actually, L and I had met
him before at another social function. They all hung out together, drank
wine, and pretended to know their art. I think this couple pretty much
went to these things for the wine. Anyway, L was feeling a little too
tipsy and wanted to go home early. The couple wanted to stay, so the JAG
offered to take her. She accepted.

So, Sunday night we talked on the phone, and she told me all this. I was
pretty excited. I've seen this guy - he's about thirty I'd guess, and
good-looking. He runs marathons, so he's tall and lean, and in great
shape. I just knew L was thinking about him in his uniform - she loves
guys in uniforms. And she loves attorneys. She nearly went to law school,
and still wishes she had from time to time.

Over the phone, L told me that he flirted with her on the way home -
nothing blatant, but little things, like how great she looked. It was a
semi-dressy affair, so she wore a lightweight burgundy dress. I know the
one. It's the only dress she has that really shows off her breasts - a
very low neckline, and very clingy. A good mix of "proper" and "sexy" in
a single dress. Simple, but promising, if you're on the prowl. I guess he
liked it.

They pulled into our driveway, and he made a pass - reached over and
kissed her. She told me she kissed him back, and then paused, as though
she wanted my approval, or was just afraid to tell me the rest. Of
course I asked her to tell me, and that it was OK, whatever happened. She
then admitted they made out in his car, in our driveway - for a long
time. I'm thinking, my god, I wonder if the neighbors noticed, and of
course, did he fuck her? She said he pulled her dress down and played
with her breasts, then put his hand between her legs as well. She
unzipped him and played with him while they kissed. It was late, and it
was dark, but I still had trouble imagining her doing this in our
driveway. She said she was too drunk to think about it, and that she was
just so attracted to him, and of course the attorney thing put her over
the edge.

In the end, neither of them finished. She said they were at it for a long
time, but she was too drunk, and finally just wanted to stop, go inside,
and go to sleep. He was a perfect gentleman. They both got dressed, he
kissed her good night, and she went inside.

At least that was her version Sunday night on the phone. I got home the
next day, and she was horny as hell. She actually raped me before I
unpacked. Her orgasm was like one of those after Dave comes to visit -
thrashing and moaning, even using "cock" and "fuck" while we were at it.
I knew something was up.

Later, after she calmed down, she admitted that she was afraid to tell me
the whole story the night before over the phone, that she wanted to tell
me after we made love. I think she's still very concerned about my
reaction to things like this. She seems to feel that she must make love
to me very soon after, to assure me that she still loves me. I guess
that's not a bad thing, but it still puzzles me a bit, now that she's
been with Dave so many times.

In any event, it seems they didn't stop there, in the driveway. L invited
him inside, and they fucked, on our bed. She was reluctant to give me
many details at first, mainly because she felt so guilty lying to me on
the phone. Of course I begged, all the while assuring her that what she
did was fantastic, and that I was so glad she felt she could do that on
her own. Eventually she confessed that he was very, very good in bed. His
body was athletic and hard, and his ass was small and tight. She loves
that. Men with small, tight, asses. Inevitably, we came to the "size"
question. She's always said it didn't matter, that Dave's penis was about
my size, maybe a little thicker, but not a big difference. Same with the
college intern she had. This time she did admit that this guy was big.
Try as I might, I couldn't get her to tell me how big, either by showing
me with her hands, or even by estimating in inches. She couldn't even
look at me when she told me.

She said something like, "Well, he was pretty big."

"Pretty big?"

"Umm-hmm." Nodding, looking away from me.

"How big?"

"Umm, I don't know, just big."

"Bigger than me, or Dave?"

"Umm-hmm." Still looking away.

"But, how big?"

"I-I don't know. I haven't seen that many. Really big, I guess."

Wow. Another first. Hopefully she'd feel more comfortable talking about
it later. With a lot more encouragement, she did admit that she liked it,
that it felt different, and very good, and that she came twice. So, I
guess it did feel pretty good. She does cum more than once sometimes, but
never when her orgasm is very intense. She wasn't very willing to talk
about how her orgasm felt, so we'll save that for another time. The down
side was that they didn't use a condom. It was too spontaneous, they were
both a little drunk, and L said it just happened so quickly - she just
couldn't resist him. At least the guy is engaged to be married, so we
hope he's clean. But we both agreed that this can't happen again. We'll
purchase some condoms and keep them in the drawer beside the bed. I also
think she should carry one in her purse, but L won't - she thinks it's
too "slutty" and is afraid someone might see it. She promised to be more
careful. I think she will - she's very nervous about "catching
something".

So, a naval officer did my wife, and came inside her, in our own bed.
Sounds like one of those stories on the web. Or, strangely like Eyes Wide
Shut. Of course, L knows how much I love that movie. Even her comments -
that for a while she was so taken by him that she couldn't help herself,
that she would have done anything he wanted, like he had some kind of
strange power over her - were eerie echoes from the film. Too much of a
coincidence? I'm not totally sure. I've talked to the couple she was with
that night. They confirm that they did take L to the opening, that they
met the JAG, and that he took her home. They even commented that L was
really tipsy, more so than they had ever seen her. They had a few laughs
at her behavior, as they know she rarely drinks.

So, my dilemma was, what really happened? Did L fuck him, or was she
making up a tall tale, teasing me like she loves to do? She's never
carried a joke this far before. She seemed genuinely sincere. Did they
make out in our driveway, then part company, as L claimed in her first
story? Or is she making the whole thing up? She's smart enough to take
this setup and weave it into a real-life Eyes Wide Shut scenario for me,
knowing how much I'd get off on it. She can even look and sound like
Nicole Kidman sometimes, something that she knows I love as well. She's
so serious about this, I'm afraid to ask her, or accuse her, of making
part or all of this up. I want to encourage her all I can, but we've
always been very honest about these things. If some or all of this was a
fabrication, I'm pretty sure she would have told me after I came home and
we made love, the purpose of the tale being to create some hot sex. But
she was so serious afterwards, so shy about admitting the size of his
cock. Are her acting skills really THAT good after our role-playing
sessions with Dave?

Actually, this was pretty ironic. For so long I was the one leading our
adventures, dreaming of scenarios out of hotwife stories and like-minded
movies, telling L what fantasies pushed my buttons, and trying to pry
hers out of her. If she's taken the lead for once, good for her. But as
exciting as the mystery was, it was a little unsettling. I supposed time
would tell whether her story is fact or fiction. Either way, after only a
little over a year as a hotwife, she was taking giant-steps.

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Re: Doubting Don and the Uncertainty Principle

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- Part 2 -

We had some time to talk about her night with the JAG. That is, as
much as L would talk. I had to drag every little detail out of her. Her
story was that it didn't even occur to her that the JAG would remind me
of Eyes Wide Shut, and that nothing was planned. She told me that if it
would have happened a few years ago, she would never have made out with
him at all, even though she always had thought of him as good-looking.
She was a little drunk, and gave in to temptation when he made a pass at
her. Of course, these days she knew I wouldn't mind, so that made it much
easier.

We had known the other couple for years. L met her at some kind of
charity thing, and they just seemed to get along. They're both much older
than we are - mid-fifties I'd guess. The wife knows the JAG's family,
from church I think. It's funny though, he's shown up at several events
with them, almost like he's part of their family. It has crossed my mind
that maybe he's doing the wife as well. They're very, very friendly. And
her husband seems to look the other way. But why would a young, good-
looking JAG hang out with a fifties-something couple when he could have
any hot woman he wanted? We met the JAG's finance briefly a few months
ago. She was overseas visiting her family while L and he played, and
would later return to the states with them for the wedding. She's
absolutely gorgeous, as I would expect.

Actually, I liked the guy, although I didn't know him all that well. He's
tall, maybe 6'2", but lean and hard, like a runner. L seemed much more at
ease talking about his "round, tight ass" than his cock. It pissed me off
that she wouldn't open up more about it. I asked her if he was really
long, or thick. She finally said, "Kind of thick, I guess." Kind of
thick? She kept telling me that his size wasn't that big of a deal, that
if she wouldn't have liked him, she wouldn't have done it. I kept asking
though. Did it look thick, or feel thick? I pushed pretty hard, harder
than usual, until I started to piss her off, so I backed off a little.

She finally admitted that it felt thick when she "touched him". I asked,
"You mean, when you put your hand around it?" She said yes, when she held
"it" in her hand. But hell, she was still embarrassed to say it. Oh well,
that's L. After some snuggling and a little foreplay, she told me that he
did feel different inside her, that she felt fuller when he was all the
way inside. But she was quick to add that what made it good for her was
that he was a great looking guy she liked and respected. Well, maybe, but
I couldn't help thinking that she loved the feeling of that big cock in
her, whether she admitted it or not.

I liked that she felt comfortable enough to do him in our bed. There
definitely wasn't much guilt there at the time, which is what I kept
trying to free her of. It was doing him without a condom that really
surprised me. She's still upset about that. She's terrified of catching
something, and although she's on the pill, there is always a chance she
could get pregnant. But man, it is also exciting to think about - the guy
unleashing a giant load of cum deep inside her, and she lays there and
accepts it, takes it all, like she wants every drop. To think of her
little butt jerking up and down under him, her pussy tilted up into him
to take him deeper, like I know she does. It must have been wild, the two
of them together. She can get a little crazy when she drinks. Then I
think about after, when she gets out of bed, the cum leaking out of her
while she rushes to the bathroom to clean up, how it falls from her pussy
in strings, then sticks to the insides of her thighs. Her pubic hair and
thighs must have been soaked. There I go, "imagining" again.

I was really proud that L would finally get laid on her own, that she'd
take the initiative to act on a spontaneous attraction to a guy. I think
my problem at the time was that my trust in her was shaken a little - not
about her sleeping with him, but that I wasn't completely sure she was
being honest with me. If she would make up a story like that to excite
me, then admit it, I'd be fine. If she told me half the truth, like she
did on the phone, and then told me the rest later, and if all of it was
true, I'd be fine. But it worried me a little that something didn't seem
right, that she wasn't being completely honest with me, possibly to cover
something up. I wouldn't be fine with that.

Did she want him again? Well, you can never tell for sure with L. I'd
love to know what goes on in her head, but she wasn't talking, at least
about that. Until a week later.

I pushed pretty hard that week, asking if she wanted to do him again, and
for more details. She wasn't up for telling much more about her night
with him, but she did finally admit she would like to have sex with him
again. So I suggested she call him. Turns out he gave her his number. She
called him Thursday night, but would only do it if I promised not to
listen in. "I'll be nervous anyway," she explained, "and having you
listen will just make it worse." Man, it killed me, but I went out for a
short drive while she talked to him. When I got back, she told me they
had a date for Friday night, to meet for drinks. Dammit, she wouldn't
tell me what she said to him - she just grinned and teased me all night,
telling me to use my imagination. As if it wasn't already working
overtime.

Of course, I was the one who pushed her to talk about his cock that week.
She finally just laid it all out - the more she went on, the more she
seemed to like talking about it, or reliving it I guess. She said his
cock felt "really, really good." Apparently, he was much bigger than she
originally let on. She told me that when she first saw him hard it was
like someone had stuck this big dildo on his body, that it just didn't
look like a real penis, at least not like one she had ever seen, that it
felt thick and heavy in her hands. Jesus, I didn't even know what to say.
She just kept going on and on, talking about how big and strange and
beautiful it was. I was a little uncomfortable hearing her go on and on
about it, but hell, I did ask, didn't I. I asked her, "Well, if it was
that good, do you want him again, do you miss it?" She said, "I wouldn't
say I miss it exactly, but I would do it again, I guess. I did like it."
It wasn't long after that, that she agreed to call him.

She hugged me just before she left for their date, but she didn't say
much. Neither did I. She always seems to read my mind. She looked up at
me and said, "It's his penis, not him that I want. You know that, don't
you?" Well, that just seemed to break the ice, and made me feel better. I
even managed a laugh, and told her, "You mean it's his 'cock' you want,
right?" She just looked up at me, so sexy, and kind of whispered, "Yes,
it's his 'cock' I want." She even emphasized 'cock'. Whew!

Waiting for her to come home wasn't as exciting as I had thought. It
seemed like every clock in the house had stopped. We had played often
enough that I shouldn't be concerned or jealous, but this dating thing,
going off without me, had me a little uneasy. She had only done this once
before, and it had been somewhat disappointing to her. She and the guy
just weren't a great match. They had sex, but he was a good ten years
younger than she, and a personal connection had failed to materialize.

Was I a little afraid of her getting addicted to big cocks? Guys with
cocks as big as she described are not a common thing. So maybe this was
just a fun experiment for her. But I still couldn't help worrying a
little. Were they kissing, rolling around in bed, naked? Is she holding
his cock, gazing at it, running her hands over it, making it bigger and
bigger? She was so attracted to his cock - would she blow him, even
though she doesn't like to give blowjobs much? Just imagining her little
mouth stretched around the head of his cock made me hard. But still, I
worried. A little.

She was very open about the details when she got back. They went to a
hotel lounge for drinks, a place near his apartment. Things didn't go
well for L. He told her that what they did wasn't right, that he was
getting married and very much in love with his future wife. He also
mentioned that he didn't want to be involved in our divorce, if that
should happen. So essentially, he had second thoughts between the time
they talked and when they went out. I guess L really wanted him, because
she came clean - she told him that I knew about them, and they had my
blessing. She explained that we had an open marriage, and that this
wasn't the first time she had done this. She also begged him not to tell
our friends, the older couple. It was a huge step for her, risking the
possibility of close friends finding out.

Apparently he was stunned, speechless. L said he acted like he had never
heard of married couples doing this. But he was interested, after taking
some time to digest what she told him. He asked a lot of questions, some
of which L answered and some she didn't. She didn't feel comfortable
talking about her former lovers, or about how many she had been with. She
just told him she hadn't been with many, and that I had known about each
one of them. Anyway, after more talk, and another drink or two (L limited
herself to one), they went back to his place and fucked. L was home by
11:30.

She told me she was proud of how aggressive she was this time, not the
shy girl she knew I thought about. She undressed him immediately after
they got in the door, and they kissed for a few minutes. Then something
surprising began to develop. He began to get aggressive himself, just
like she likes it. He took her by the hair, pulling it a little, holding
her head, controlling her. In her words, "I didn't even have my clothes
off yet. He was naked, and I was there kissing him, feeling his arms and
chest. He grabbed my hair. I felt like his slave. It was so amazing." Oh
shit.

Eventually he stripped her as well, and they went to bed and fucked. He
sensed how much she liked being controlled, so he got a little rough -
nothing too extreme, but he held her arms over her head at times, took
her hair and pulled her head back hard while her licked and sucked her
neck, and something new - he took her throat in his hand and pretended to
choke her. She was a little scared at first, but when she realized he
wasn't really going to strangle her, that he was only playing, she told
me she lost control again, like the night outside with Dave. She lost
control and came immediately, before she wanted to. She said it just
"sneaked up on her" and she lost it. She told me it was one of the most
intense orgasms she's ever had. At least she was being truthful. But I'll
have to admit, those words stuck with me for a while.

She let him fuck her after she came. She said she just laid there and
"enjoyed his big 'cock' inside me," as she put it, in her "evil little
girl" way. She loves feeling a man, running her hands over his shoulders
and stomach, just letting him push in and out of her as she enjoys his
body. She's done that for years - she does love the feel of a man's body.
I know all too well from being the man - how she looks up at you with
those doe eyes, smiling with pleasure, exploring with her hands until she
closes them around the base of your cock, or takes your balls in one of
them, holding your sac until you explode into her. So I knew what she did
for him while she lay there, letting him fuck her. It was in my head. It
was like I was him while she was describing it because I had been there.
And while she told me how good he felt inside her, I came, all over
everything, her hands, the sheets, myself - Jesus, it was good.

Eventually, he came in her, this time into a condom. She said he did have
a little trouble for a while, not staying hard, but it took a while for
him to cum. She said, "I was getting sore, so I finally had to put my
hand down there to help him." I said, "Did that do it?" She grinned at me
and told me, "Doesn't it always?"

The next day we sat down and talked again. We were so exhausted Friday
night we both pretty much passed out after sex. I brought her a small
glass of wine to soften things up and we talked for hours. Our agreement
up front was that we would both be brutally honest, no matter what. No
half-truths to spare the others' feelings. She agreed.

I wanted to know what she thought of this guy. She said that she was very
attracted to him, even before the art gallery - both physically, and
because he's a lawyer, and an officer. She also admitted that he's a
wonderful lover, that he does everything right, and that she loves being
with him, both physically, and as a person. She said the size of his
"penis" (she always reverts to "penis" when the talk gets serious) is
definitely one of the reasons he's a good lover, but not the only reason.
She does love that he's into controlling her in bed, similar to Dave, but
she liked finally not having to stay with a script, or pretend with this
guy. He seemed to know instinctively what she liked. She said that's what
makes him so good in bed, his instinct.

I guess she dropped the bomb on me when she confessed that she was a
little worried that she might be tempted to become involved with him. She
could feel it, the chemistry that happens, that she might be tempted
under the right circumstances. She said she didn't want to, that she
loved me, but it was something that just happened, something she couldn't
control. I asked her if she loved him, and she said no, not like she
loved me, not anything like that. So, I asked if it more like an
infatuation, and she said that was it, exactly.

She didn't get home until after 7:00 the following Wednesday night. She
had called him from work, then went straight to his apartment. She didn't
try to hide it, but she was a little sheepish when she got home. I could
tell something wasn't quite right - her hair looked different, like she
had tried to fix it in a hurry, and then I noticed she wasn't wearing
nylons. She could tell I was looking at her strangely, and told me, "OK,
I went to see him after work. I needed to see him. It's what you wanted
me to do, right?" I kept my cool, and told her I was fine with it, but I
began to worry that this was becoming an obsession.

She went in to take a shower right away, something she never does. So I
knew she probably had his cum in her, or at least was wearing his sweat
from thrashing around in his bed for an hour. It was a double-edged sword
again. Knowing he had just had his cock in her an hour ago was so hot,
but she had planned this visit on her own. She couldn't wait more than a
few days without seeing him again, and she hadn't told me she was going
to see him. It was like she now had this "boyfriend", not a lover. It
upset me, and got me hot. Hell, I didn't know what I wanted.

She returned to the kitchen wearing a little sleep-set I bought her for
Christmas - tiny green silk shorts with a matching low-cut top, with
nothing on underneath. She paraded around in front of me while I fixed
dinner, and we talked while we ate. She really didn't act like she had
done anything unusual - in fact, she seemed proud of herself. She started
talking, asking me if I wanted to know what they did. She was grinning,
teasing me.

When I told her I was surprised that she went to see him on her own so
soon after they had been together, she told me this was the first guy
since we've been married that she could really fall for, IF we weren't
married. I felt like she had punched me in the gut. She added that I
shouldn't worry, that he loved his finance, and that he still planned to
get married in a few weeks. When I asked her if she thought it could get
serious if he wasn't engaged, she just brushed it off, saying there was
no use thinking about it, since it wasn't going to happen. Kind of an
incomplete answer. I could see she really liked this guy.

It was strange how eager she was to tell me about what they did. I
usually have to pry it out of her. She told me she sucked him, as soon as
she got inside his apartment. "He's just so big; I just love to touch it,
to play with it." She said putting him in her mouth feels natural to her,
like something she should do for him. She also said that it made her feel
like she was servicing him, like she was his slave, and that she would do
anything he wanted her to do. So I asked, "So, what did he want you to
do?" She looked straight across the table at me and said, "He wanted me
to fuck him. That's what he wanted me to do." "So, I guess you did," I
told her. She didn't say yes right away. Instead, she started rambling
"God, he's so good in bed - so big inside me, so right when he takes me
in his hands. I just can't believe the way he makes me feel." Christ, her
nipples were rock-hard inside the little silk top. She was reliving her
time with him. I could see it. I just sucked it up and didn't say much.
I'm still not sure if she was really that excited thinking about him, or
was teasing me, or both. She was watching me like a cat as she talked,
eyes shining, lips parted in a kind of breathless smile I knew so well. I
remember wondering if she was still the little girl who liked to pretend
she had lost her innocence, or whether it was now gone forever.

She was so bubbly and loving the rest of the night, prancing around in
that skimpy outfit, acting like she really wanted sex. Unfortunately,
when I tried, she said she was too sore, then took out my dick and gave
me one hell of a blowjob. To my astonishment, she sucked me like she was
a porn star, slurping and licking my cock. Afterward, she told me she's
learning to like it, except for the taste of semen. It still makes her
gag. I said, "Even his?" She rolled her eyes and said, "Yes, even his!"
So I guessed she let him cum in her mouth.

So, I thought she had her fun, and that things would settle down some.
Then, Friday, she was late again. She told me she was with him, this time
all afternoon. Shit, she left work at noon after telling her boss she was
sick. She spent the afternoon with him, fucking. And she just came out
with it like it was nothing. This time she didn't bother to shower, so I
figured she showered at his place. So, again, all through dinner, I
listened to her tell me about how many times they fucked, about how he
got hard so soon after cumming, and how he made her cum three times
within the 4-5 hours they were together. I asked her if she sucked him,
and she said, "Mmmm, I like that now. I told you I did, the other night,
remember?" I remembered alright.

When I told her she had me all excited and I wanted to take her to bed,
she told me she was too sore again. Instead, she stood up, stripped off
her clothes, went down between my knees and blew me again. It was then
that I realized that she hadn't showered. Jesus, I could smell his cum
and his sweat on her. She really smelled of sex. It kind of shocked me,
and I wondered if she had skipped the shower on purpose to show me how
much they had fucked. As much as the smell hit me in the face while she
was kneeling there blowing me, I kept thinking of her being tossed around
on the bed by him like a little doll, and his sweat and cum covering her
as he did whatever he wanted with her, and how much she must have loved
it, all afternoon. Unfortunately, she choked when I came in her mouth, so
she ran for the bathroom to clean up. I guess it can't always be like a
porn movie.

So fuck - all these blowjobs were great, but I was beginning to wonder if
I'd ever get to fuck my wife again. She was too sore Tuesday night, too
tired Wednesday night, and too sore again Friday. It was like all of a
sudden this guy owned my wife's pussy, and I'll tell you, it was pissing
me off. She had completely lost control of herself, and she admitted it,
but said she couldn't help it. She's even been masturbating in the ladies
restroom at work, thinking about him fucking her. To admit to that, even
to me, told me there was trouble ahead.

His finance was returning to the states the following week with her
parents, and the wedding was two weeks later. But this guy's wasn't
calling L; she was calling him - begging him like some kind horny single
woman that hasn't had sex in months. She was too infatuated to think
straight, and I worried that she might do something else while under his
"spell", like tell her friend, or try to continue seeing him after his
finance returns. I was sure she wouldn't do anything on purpose to break
them up, but she wasn't being very responsible. I wondered if, maybe
subconsciously, she would like to see him stay single. Jesus, she was
like a teenager - like she'd never have to worry about the consequences
of her actions.

After all the excitement that past week, we had a good weekend. L didn't
mention going to see him again Friday night. We stayed in Saturday night,
watched a movie, and just played around. She did tease me some about the
JAG though, doing and saying things that she knew would get me hot, and
keep me hot. It worked. She was like a mad animal in bed. And I wasn't
far behind. It was good. Really good.

She wanted sex early the next morning before she went to church. I'm not
a morning person, and she woke me out of a dead sleep, so I did my best,
but just wasn't up to keeping it up long enough to make her cum. I was
never much good in the early morning. So, I got her off with my fingers,
rolling her slippery little clit until she came. It was strange, instead
of her typical wild orgasm, she just began to whimper and jerk her hips
up and down. But she did this for almost a full minute. And then she told
me, "Wow, that was great." Maybe she was thinking about her JAG, but I
really didn't mind. I loved watching her cum. That look on her face the
moment she goes over the edge, and the way her body moves. I just love to
watch her lose it and listen to the sounds she makes.

That evening we talked, about remembering to use condoms, and about being
more discreet, using some caution about not letting this jeopardize his
wedding. There may have been a neighbor or two that might tell his
finance about the pretty visitor he had on so many nights. I suggested
she ask him to see her here, if she planned to see him again. I was going
out of town on business all week, leaving Monday morning, so he'd have no
excuse not to come over (except our nosy neighbors of course). But if he
parked down the street and walked to our house, after dark, I doubted
anyone would notice. She agreed, promising that if she saw him again, it
would be in our home instead of his apartment. My honest wish was that
she would end it then and there, that she could weigh the potential risks
against her wild infatuation. But my gut told me I probably wouldn't get
my wish.

I got in late the following Friday afternoon, but already knew most of
what happened that week. I had called her every night. She did fuck him
several times that week. She went to his place again Tuesday night after
work, but talked him into coming to our place Wednesday night. She told
him she was afraid his neighbors might wonder what was going on, and that
she didn't want his finance to find out. He was really pretty cool about
it. He said it was a relief that L was concerned, that he was afraid she
might be getting too attached. L assured him that even though she liked
him, she only wanted sex, and that she didn't plan to leave me for anyone
- which brought up a talk about L and I, and how we did this hotwife
thing.

L told him for the second time that I knew what they were doing, and that
I not only allowed it, it turned me on. He said he was glad, because he
had started to feel guilty about what they were doing, since he knew both
of us and didn't want to break us up either. After a lot of talk, they
both admitted that they were so attracted to each other, and liked the
sex so much, neither of them had been able to say no. It must have
worked, because he came to our place Wednesday and Thursday nights.

It seems his finance's mother wasn't feeling well enough to travel, so
they postponed their return to the states for a few days. L was so cute -
I called Wednesday night after he left, and she asked me if I minded if
he came back the following night. I told her she should enjoy herself,
and wondered why she felt she had to ask permission. She told me she knew
I was feeling a little neglected, and didn't want me to worry about her
falling for him. I asked her, "So, what do you want from him?" She didn't
know what to say, so I told her, "You know what I want to hear, don't
you?" She kind of giggled, and said (trying to sound as sexy as she
could) "I want his big, hard, cock." I told her if I had been there at
that moment, she would have a second cock that night. She laughed and
said, "What makes you think I wouldn't be too sore?" Oh man, can she
tease. I came back with, "So, you had a rough night?" She said, "Mmmm, he
was sooo good."

So it went, all week long - her taking his big cock in our bed, and then
teasing me about it over the phone. She had me so worked up I went to a
strip club one night, but all I could think about was her little butt
slamming up and down on the JAG's cock as she rode him in our bed.

So, it was early Friday evening, and the big surprise was that L had
invited him over. Even though L arranged it, I still had to talk
to him on the phone first to reassure him it was OK. He was great about
it, more relaxed than I thought he would be. We did tell a little lie,
making him think we were swingers, and that I had my girlfriends as well.
He just kept saying, "So you're really into this? You really want her to
do this?" I assured him that we'd have a great time, watch some TV, have
a few beers, and whatever happened would happen. No pressure. He said
he'd be over in about 20 minutes. Didn't take him long to be convinced.

L was in heaven. I was excited, and a little apprehensive, but I wanted
this to happen. I wanted to see her with him. L was glowing, getting
ready, putting on the crotchless bodystocking under a blouse and skirt.
Just for me. Or for him. But knowing her tight little pussy was bare
underneath was driving me crazy. Knowing all he has to do is touch her
there, under her skirt, and she'll be wet for him. I was shaking like
this was our first time. Why?

When he got here, things seemed ok. We sat and talked, watched some TV,
and had a few beers. L had some of the wine she bought. I intentionally
took the loveseat, he sat on the sofa, and L sat beside him. I had to
chuckle inside - he kept looking at L's tits, trying not to let me see
what he was doing. She left her blouse unbuttoned almost all the way down
the front, so I knew it was falling open enough for him to peek inside.
Again, I could imagine what he saw. The bodystocking made her tits stand
up and out, and the lace was almost completely transparent. Her nipples
must have been hard as rocks.

Nothing much happened for a while. L touched him now and then, on the
thigh, on his arm, all innocent, but I could tell she was trying to give
him signs that it was ok to touch her too. After more drinks, I put on a
DVD, one of the Red Shoe Diaries disks. I have almost the whole
collection. It's soft-core stuff, and L likes it much better than fuck
films. I turned the lights down and brought us all another round of
drinks. Then I turned away from them toward the TV so he wouldn't feel
like I was watching them so closely.

About five minutes into the first story, one called As She Wishes, about
a married woman stranded on an island with a strange man, I turned around
and they were making out. L had her leg up over his lap, and he was
feeling her tits inside her blouse. They were kissing so hard they didn't
notice me, which was fine. Man, it was so beautiful. The couple in the
movie were fucking on the beach, and he and L were kissing and fondling
each other only 8 feet away on the sofa. I think for the very first time,
I didn't feel any jealousy or angst at all about her attraction to him.
It just felt so natural, and they looked so great together.

I just kept sneaking peeks at them, and watching the movie, letting them
have what little privacy I could give them. Eventually, he had L's blouse
and skirt off, down to the bodystocking, and she had his shirt off and
his pants open. She straddled him, on his lap, so I couldn't really see
whether he was inside her or not. One of her hands was down there,
playing with him, and the other was on his neck and shoulder. They were
kissing all the time, really hard, like lovers would. Damn it was hot.

The next time I looked, she was still in his lap, riding him slowly. I
was pissed that I couldn't see the infamous "giant cock", so I just
turned toward them and watched. It was so dark I couldn't see very well,
and I began to think they'd manage to fuck without me seeing his cock at
all. Just my luck.

Finally, L rose up higher on him, and a bright scene on the TV lit up the
room. Jesus, he was big. I don't mean your regular porn star big - this
guy was a freak. It was like L said; his cock was huge, a lifelike dildo
jutting straight up from his lap. He's tall and slim, so it looked out of
place, really unbelievable. Very, very thick. Lucky SOB. I was envious,
I'll have to admit. And a bit intimidated.

L started to make little noises, not moans really, just short little
"mmmm's". I could tell she was trying to be quiet, but couldn't help
herself. She kept riding higher on his cock, not taking all of it, like
it hurt her to bottom out in that position. She is built pretty small
inside. I kept thinking about how great it must have felt for him, and L.

But at the same time, I found I wasn't totally prepared for the sight of
him, and the more I watched, every time I saw how huge he was, I worried
some. Jesus, how could she even feel me inside her after this guy? Would
she ever be completely satisfied with my cock again? Watching them was
still hot, but a part of me started to feel really inferior, really
small. I had to beat down all those feelings I had before, that L would
want him instead of me, that given the chance, she would leave me for
him, him and his giant cock. I mean, she just looked like she was in
total bliss with him, like his cock took her places she had never been
before. I kept thinking about all the big cock stories, and how big-
cocked lovers stretched women so much their husbands could never satisfy
them again. Of course, I knew this was a myth (until now I had no
proof), but L was as tight as ever to me when we made love. But all those
ideas from those cuckold stories came flooding back.

So here I was, getting what so many guys would give their right nut for,
and I was obsessing again, about things I knew well in advance, and also
had no control over. How many times had she reassured me that his cock
felt good, but she wanted mine because it was attached to me - that she
liked him, enjoyed him, but loved me? What the hell was I doing???

And then they stopped. Out of fucking nowhere, he told her he "couldn't
do this," got dressed, and ran. Didn't even say goodbye. He just put his
shirt on and bolted for the door. L was very shaken, and I was so shocked
I didn't know what to say. Nobody said a word - he just ran. We sat there
in silence while the couple on TV still fucked on the beach, the romantic
music playing, waves crashing over them - it was, in the only words that
come to mind, a fucking nightmare. But not nearly as much as what was to
come.

L was quiet for a day, then for two more. She wouldn't talk about it, as
much as I tried to get her to open up. She withdrew completely - no
conversation, no sex - we were like two strangers sharing the same house.
I'd come home from work to find her eyes red and watery from crying, but
she wouldn't let me see her cry. I'd just see the aftermath, like some
persistent nagging reminder of that awful night. But I just couldn't
understand it. Why? Was she that devastated because she felt it was an
insult, that he was growing tired of her? That seemed pretty silly to me.
Unless...

When we finally talked, a few days later, I was the one who did most of
the talking. I'd confide my own feelings, question her about hers, and
pry forever for an answer. Question, question, question, then, her one
word answer.

I asked her what she wanted to do, and she said she didn't know. Did she
feel hurt, or embarrassed by what he did? She guessed so, yes. So, did
she want to see him again? She didn't know. Did she think she could have
sex with him again without falling in love with him? She didn't know. Was
she leaving me? Her answer - "Maybe we should spend some time apart for a
while." So, did she love him? Fuck, fuck, fuck - she wouldn't answer.
She just turned away and started crying.

The next two days were even more horrible. I made plans to move out
temporarily. A good friend and co-worker offered to take me in for a
while. And L cried. Constantly. I had no idea if they had been together
or even spoken since that night. I didn't ask, didn't want to think about
it. Every bit of energy I had went to keeping myself intact, reminding
myself to eat, and coping with only a few hours of sleep each night. I
had never hated anyone as much as did the JAG at that time. Pure,
blinding, raging, hate. Of course, there was at least a little loathing
left over for L, and even myself.

Looking back, all the signs had been there, or so I thought. Why did I
let this get so out of hand? And then I'd remind myself that hindsight
was 20/20, and that if I had let my jealousy and insecurity get the best
of me early on, and the situation had been completely innocent, I would
have been just as foolish. But I wasn't functioning very well. Most of my
"reason" was chased away by what was then true jealousy and hate.

Then, on the day, on the hour that I was planning to move out, L came to
me, put her arms around me and cried. Not just cried - "wailed" would be
a better word. In an instant, it all came boiling out of her, that she
didn't want me to leave, that she loved me, that yes, she thought she had
loved him, but she didn't, really. She told me she was sorry so many
times I finally had to stop her. She swore she never wanted to see him
again, that she had learned her lesson, and begged me to believe her. I
only thought I had been teetering on the edge of the abyss. Now, a slight
shift in the wrong direction could - well, let's just say that both our
lives would change forever, if they hadn't already. In the end, I
teetered in what was to be the right direction. I stayed.

Time passed. Wounds healed. It surprised me, but to my relief, L wanted
sex from me soon after. She assured me time and time and time again after
we had sex that he would always be only a body (and a cock, I thought) to
her, that he no longer deserved or had her infatuation. Again, I told her
to stop. Please stop. I believed her. Really. We talked it out for a long
time in bed. I told her about the feelings I had when I saw his cock
(well, I played down the angst a lot, but still made my point, to be
sure).

She never lied to me, never said it wasn't that big, or that she
didn't enjoy it, but she always quietly found ways to show me how much
she loved the cock she now held in her hands. I'm no fool - I knew the
image of the cock she had been so infatuated with would never leave her.
I knew I didn't feel the same inside her. But most of the time she was
convincing enough to chase away my doubts. Most of the time. And in time,
we turned my doubts into strength, and her regrets into wisdom. And life
goes on.

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Unread post by DavidnDaria » Wed Jan 02, 2019 5:44 pm

Don,

I'm happy you posted this. I hoped you would post it, but wasn't sure. That you and L are still together long after this episode speaks volumes about your love for each other.

Dave

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Unread post by OOAA » Wed Jan 02, 2019 8:23 pm

Amazing story!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;)

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Unread post by Don Jetman » Fri Jan 04, 2019 5:17 pm

Thanks so much, guys. Dave, all I can say is whatever doesn't kill your marriage makes it stronger. At least for us. Lots of lessons learned from that time.

Don

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Unread post by samlowen » Thu Jan 10, 2019 11:25 am

L mentioned she enjoyed not having to stick to a script with JAG as opposed to staying in character with Dave. After reading other stories of your’s and understanding that Dave is in publishing, do L, Dave and you actually create scripted role plays to follow? If so, how involved do those scripts become? Please forgive me if I’m being too literal here. I keep envisioning you three sitting at a table reviewing dialogue together.

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Unread post by Don Jetman » Thu Jan 10, 2019 2:58 pm

Sometimes L and Dave plan the activities ahead of time, but they've never written scripts to follow, at least not that I know of. On a few occasions I've suggested scenarios to Dave that I'd like to be part of based on fantasies and stories I've read. He and L then get together to see if she's in, or maybe adds a little of her own fantasy. Do they rehearse dialog? No idea. Occasionally it does seem like L knows how to play the more severe cuckoldress than she ordinarily would - how to answer him in a way that stings me or flaunts the fun she's having. She does enjoy seeing me sweat at times, but all in fun. From what L tells me, many times it's his or their general idea that gets put into play, but I'm pretty sure there are unexpected detours.

But I like being surprised, so mostly I'm not involved in the plans. Dave has planned some of the nights with us as though they were taken from a script or book, and that's often exciting - it's the not-knowing, the adventure, and bit of the angst from imagining what he may have in store for us if he decides to push us in directions we may not be quite comfortable with. That's been genuinely scary for both L and me at times, although all I usually have to do is watch and weather through it. L is always more actively involved, and I've been anywhere between surprised and shocked at the things she's done when he's "directing".

The difference between Dave and the JAG was the intimacy. Visits with Dave are more like living in The Story of O for us, enjoying staying in character - even embellishing a bit now that L's more comfortable with "acting". Dave is "friendly" with us, but doesn't share a lot of his personal life. He was L's first hotwife lover and knew from the start that we were wary of emotional involvement. He can be a bit aloof along with his charm and imagination, and it was clear from the very first time with L that he was just as careful about emotional entanglements. Still, we've become very attached to him, and the three of us genuinely enjoy spending time together. He's an interesting guy.

The JAG was more of an infatuation. It didn't involve me. That he couldn't tolerate me watching said it all. That she ducked out of work to spend time with him, and was reluctant to tell me when she was with him (unless I asked) said it all. I'm sure their relationship was more like a normal couple when they were together, more relaxed and intimate. She was falling in love with him. And he was her first really huge cock. We talked a lot about which one was the thing that hooked her, love or his cock. But she'd never commit to an honest answer. If pushed, she assured me it was emotional, and even tried to downplay the size of his cock later as though she was embarrassed about that part of it. Or maybe she was just trying to soothe my ego. For me, imagining it was his cock was less troubling. L falling in love with him would have crumbled my world.

Don

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Unread post by rascalnvixen » Sat Jan 12, 2019 9:48 pm

Don, I appreciate the depth of your story and what it all meant to you. I'm quite glad you were able to stay together. I do have a question however, there was nothing in the end of your story that indicated whether or not she continued as a hotwife or not. Did she continue hotwifing in the future or did you two become monogamous again? Did she continue with Dave? I think that would help as an ending to your excellent story!! Thanks for posting!!!

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Unread post by Don Jetman » Sun Jan 13, 2019 12:49 am

Thanks, rascalnvixen - I appreciate your interest and concern. But we're fine. It was among some of the first stories I ever posted, years ago, so at the time the future wasn't known to us.

We did continue after a brief timeout, maybe after a few months if remember correctly. Dave was the trusted anchor that she could go back to and was probably responsible for her recovery. It was near the beginning of our hotwifing, at least 10-12 years ago, and we were both pretty inexperienced. It taught us both a lesson that we've always remembered - I should never be afraid to object or intervene, and L is always aware of emotional traps. She tends to like the "boyfriend experience" sometimes, but we're both careful about where that can lead, especially with younger, less experienced guys who get attached, or with men who share L's interests and impress her both in and out of bed. She still has a thing for authoritarian figures, attorneys, and uniforms (her dad was career military), which seems to explain her submissive fantasies when she's really horny. But with her experience these days, she can top from the bottom surprisingly well, so I worry a little less. She really is her own woman now compared to the "little girl" I married who was always so concerned about appearances. But that doesn't mean I don't still watch and worry a bit now and then.

Don

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Unread post by rascalnvixen » Sun Jan 13, 2019 7:37 am

Don, thanks for the reply. Since I wrote that comment I found other stories you posted as well and I kind of figured that story was early and you had continued in the LS. The other story I read (and had time for) was when she was "owned" by Dave for a week and was gang banged by six guys in her last night with him. Hot stories both!!

I like your comment about watching and worry a bit. Our wives can sometimes get too involved in a guy and want to follow some things he wants her to do that may not be in her best interest. But her view of the situation can be clouded by what I call "Penis Vision". That being when she is so concentrated or infatuated by the penis she's getting that she has a less than objective view of what is happening, especially if she is submissive. One of the primary responsibilities the husbands have if we allow our lovely wives to play, is to keep an active and clear overwatch of her situation. We have an obligation to our wives to protect them and be their support base for when we see things that are not good for her and/or us and when things she is doing with "him" fall apart. Let's face it, our wives don't always exercise the best judgement when they suffer from Penis Vision! (and before any of the ladies here take offense to my comment, men also suffer from "Vagina Vision" as well!!!)

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Your story is amazing. Keep posting

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Unread post by Don Jetman » Sun Jan 13, 2019 3:02 pm

rascalnvixen wrote:Don, thanks for the reply. Since I wrote that comment I found other stories you posted as well and I kind of figured that story was early and you had continued in the LS. The other story I read (and had time for) was when she was "owned" by Dave for a week and was gang banged by six guys in her last night with him. Hot stories both!!

I like your comment about watching and worry a bit. Our wives can sometimes get too involved in a guy and want to follow some things he wants her to do that may not be in her best interest. But her view of the situation can be clouded by what I call "Penis Vision". That being when she is so concentrated or infatuated by the penis she's getting that she has a less than objective view of what is happening, especially if she is submissive. One of the primary responsibilities the husbands have if we allow our lovely wives to play, is to keep an active and clear overwatch of her situation. We have an obligation to our wives to protect them and be their support base for when we see things that are not good for her and/or us and when things she is doing with "him" fall apart. Let's face it, our wives don't always exercise the best judgement when they suffer from Penis Vision! (and before any of the ladies here take offense to my comment, men also suffer from "Vagina Vision" as well!!!)
One of the reasons I didn't put all the blame on L was that looking back, even then, I should have stepped in and tried to intervene. But when we first started, I was still in denial that L would become a hotwife for very long, and was afraid any negative response from me would discourage her forever. I owned the fantasy for many years after we were married before I told L about it, and when she finally decided to try it, I was so elated that it became more about me than her, I think. I never pressured L - in fact, we loved role playing in bed for a long time, pretending I was someone else. She loved that. I probably would have been happy with just that, and that she didn't think I was some kind of pervert when I finally confessed my fantasy. That night, lying there quietly in afterglow, just after we had role played that I was Dave secretly fucking her someplace "her husband" wouldn't find them, she just said it - "I think Dave might be the guy I could have sex with." I don't think there's a word that describes what I felt.

Don

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Unread post by SutterKane » Fri Jan 18, 2019 7:50 pm

Once again Don, excellent!
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Unread post by samlowen » Mon Jan 28, 2019 7:48 pm

I appreciate your response to my questions about scripting earlier. I meant to say thank you a few weeks ago and got sidetracked. Thank you!

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Unread post by Don Jetman » Fri Feb 01, 2019 4:49 pm

rascalnvixen wrote:
Sun Jan 13, 2019 7:37 am


I like your comment about watching and worry a bit. Our wives can sometimes get too involved in a guy and want to follow some things he wants her to do that may not be in her best interest. But her view of the situation can be clouded by what I call "Penis Vision". That being when she is so concentrated or infatuated by the penis she's getting that she has a less than objective view of what is happening, especially if she is submissive. One of the primary responsibilities the husbands have if we allow our lovely wives to play, is to keep an active and clear overwatch of her situation. We have an obligation to our wives to protect them and be their support base for when we see things that are not good for her and/or us and when things she is doing with "him" fall apart. Let's face it, our wives don't always exercise the best judgement when they suffer from Penis Vision! (and before any of the ladies here take offense to my comment, men also suffer from "Vagina Vision" as well!!!)
Sometimes we forget that even the person we love most, the person we trust most, is only human, with human desires and frailties. The perfect human hasn't been born, and humans, even the ones closest to you, by their very nature, will eventually let you down. The games we play are highly sexual and potent, and can disrupt and override the best intentions of a trusted partner. We're selfish beings by nature, especially when our guard is down. I was selfish by wanting the fantasy to continue and to continue my way. L was selfish in that she wanted more candy, and eventually the imagined "relationship" that would sustain her supply of it. If I've learned nothing else from this, it's the distinction between thoughtless betrayal and intentional betrayal. Thoughtless betrayal is human - we've all done it, to those close and not so close to us. We fuck up. And we're sorry for it. And we hope those we love can forgive us. Nothing makes a stronger, more lasting and intimate bond than mutual forgiveness of betrayal. Still, you need two people who are equally capable of it.

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Unread post by Hotwifeok » Mon May 27, 2019 6:00 pm

Don Jetman wrote:
Fri Feb 01, 2019 4:49 pm
rascalnvixen wrote:
Sun Jan 13, 2019 7:37 am


I like your comment about watching and worry a bit. Our wives can sometimes get too involved in a guy and want to follow some things he wants her to do that may not be in her best interest. But her view of the situation can be clouded by what I call "Penis Vision". That being when she is so concentrated or infatuated by the penis she's getting that she has a less than objective view of what is happening, especially if she is submissive. One of the primary responsibilities the husbands have if we allow our lovely wives to play, is to keep an active and clear overwatch of her situation. We have an obligation to our wives to protect them and be their support base for when we see things that are not good for her and/or us and when things she is doing with "him" fall apart. Let's face it, our wives don't always exercise the best judgement when they suffer from Penis Vision! (and before any of the ladies here take offense to my comment, men also suffer from "Vagina Vision" as well!!!)
Sometimes we forget that even the person we love most, the person we trust most, is only human, with human desires and frailties. The perfect human hasn't been born, and humans, even the ones closest to you, by their very nature, will eventually let you down. The games we play are highly sexual and potent, and can disrupt and override the best intentions of a trusted partner. We're selfish beings by nature, especially when our guard is down. I was selfish by wanting the fantasy to continue and to continue my way. L was selfish in that she wanted more candy, and eventually the imagined "relationship" that would sustain her supply of it. If I've learned nothing else from this, it's the distinction between thoughtless betrayal and intentional betrayal. Thoughtless betrayal is human - we've all done it, to those close and not so close to us. We fuck up. And we're sorry for it. And we hope those we love can forgive us. Nothing makes a stronger, more lasting and intimate bond than mutual forgiveness of betrayal. Still, you need two people who are equally capable of it.
This is what I was trying to say to you earlier. It’s the thoughtless, or heat of the moment betrayal, Vs intentional. I think the thoughtless/lustful betrayal is hot when the wife realizes and begs forgiveness.

Brad

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