Angela Plays

[coastalkid]

Wow! What an experience! You often read about wives and gfs that say they can't have sex without an emotional connection of some sort. This plays directly into the fear a husband/bf has in losing their partner. I would imagine that all sorts of unspoken insecurities fly around incessantly if not recognized.

It's been my observation that an unacknowledged role reversal takes place. Generally, it's the husband initiating things. They are confident and sure they want this. Their wives are reluctant for a million different reasons and insecurities. The husbands do their very best to address their wives confidence. The wife overcomes her reluctance with her support of her husband. The wife loves the experience. Her confidence soars.

The role reversal takes place right at that moment. The husbands confidence either greatly diminishes or goes away. They know that they can't change the size of their cock or their stamina. They see the joy their wife is having. They wonder if sex is still fun with them or even wanted. They don't want to say anything that might ruin things for the wife's AMAZING experience. The husband experiences a hands on lesson in humility.

Very few wives say anything about knowing that or doing anything about that. Very few wives say anything about the very delicate subject of how they had to explain loving another man besides her husband. It seems like it would take a very smart wife to explain herself and the husband come away from that discussion without insecurities.

[Angela Plays]

Pic from lake house #2 in Hotties

[zoe]

Another titillating tale of a tawdry tryst

lovely indeed

Z

[Angela Plays]

Wow! What an experience! You often read about wives and gfs that say they can't have sex without an emotional connection of some sort. This plays directly into the fear a husband/bf has in losing their partner. I would imagine that all sorts of unspoken insecurities fly around incessantly if not recognized.

It's been my observation that an unacknowledged role reversal takes place. Generally, it's the husband initiating things. They are confident and sure they want this. Their wives are reluctant for a million different reasons and insecurities. The husbands do their very best to address their wives confidence. The wife overcomes her reluctance with her support of her husband. The wife loves the experience. Her confidence soars.

The role reversal takes place right at that moment. The husbands confidence either greatly diminishes or goes away. They know that they can't change the size of their cock or their stamina. They see the joy their wife is having. They wonder if sex is still fun with them or even wanted. They don't want to say anything that might ruin things for the wife's AMAZING experience. The husband experiences a hands on lesson in humility.

Very few wives say anything about knowing that or doing anything about that. Very few wives say anything about the very delicate subject of how they had to explain loving another man besides her husband. It seems like it would take a very smart wife to explain herself and the husband come away from that discussion without insecurities.

I’m next going to detail how it went down with Brent. I’ll say that he’s not a man whose confidence is broken easily. The next few weeks were an exercise in growth for all three of us, but in the end….the alpha gonna alpha, Brent and I are still happily married, and I last saw Nick two years ago.

[superb101]

For me personally, I am looking forward to your sign on turning a bright, beautiful blue!

[Jujube]

Funny, I just mentioned my curiosity about that in your “Hotties” post.

[Long Lurker 34]

The real stories and experiences, of real people here (especially the ladies), is a big part of what makes OHW truly worthwhile to read. There's lots of fiction around here as well, but it becomes easy to spot.

The more you want to type about your adventures, the more we'll enjoy I'm sure, Ang! I hope you keep posting them.

AP
- With LM.
- You can always break the week up into each day, if that helps.

[UKDan]

Good god Angie, that was intense. Definitely a memory you won’t be forgetting in a hurray. Also, an experience I’ve enjoyed a few times with my wife, but the thought of someone else doing that to her is off the charts HOT!

[Scotch98]

OMG Angela, that description of your memory with Nick is the most sensuous and sexy thing I have ever read, my heart was literally pounding in anticipation of what would happen next. What an experience for you and Nick. Looking forward to the next installment of the story. BTW, the pics you posted are amazing. Brent and Nick are very lucky indeed!

[cpmici+]

I totally agree, keep updating, Thanks

[Vin231]

WOW, that was a little unexpected but maybe not. So Erotic...I can feel the lust and desire you have for Nick and he has for you in each word. So love you sharing the details for your adventures. I for one love the novel..... so looking forward to the next chapter. Thank you so much for sharing.

[slenderfish]

Lake House #2

Thanks for this gem.

[Angela Plays]

The Talk…….

The remaining few days at the lake with Nick were enjoyable sexually and from a simple human standpoint. I have a ton of friends/acquaintances, and a career in sales along with my personality allows me to easily make people feel at ease. However, I rarely connect with others on a deeper level. I can definitely count on one hand the number of people in “my circle.” Why am I saying this? To explain that I was in the process, even if it was unbeknownst to myself, of admitting Nick into my inner circle. I had gone from ignoring yield signs to rolling stop signs, all the to the point of playing Frogger on the freeway! (Yes…I know I’m dating myself with the “Frogger” reference, lol) Many of the guardrails Brent and I had established were no longer in place, and things were about to go over the cliff.

A few days later, we were back home in the city, Nick was back to work, and I was at the airport to pick up Brent and my boys. I had enjoyed this amazing week with Nick, but because all the men in my family had been in fucking Alaska, I had very little contact with Brent because there was no cell service. (Two public convos from a land line, and then some texting once they returned to civilization and were on the way home.) Definitely no in-depth talk about my week with Nick, and I wasn’t about to tell Brent I was in love with someone else over the phone. As many of you who’ve embarked on this type of journey know, there are many “firsts.” That day at the airport, picking up my family, was a first for me, and it wasn’t a positive “first.”

Standing at baggage claim and seeing my men come through the door and walking my way with big smiles just warmed my heart. Anytime I see my men together just makes my day. I grabbed and hugged my sons, and then kissed and embraced Brent. I was so happy to see him, but there was also a different feeling present that I’d never experienced before. As he held me in his arms there in the airport, for the first time since we had begun playing, I felt like I had cheated on him. He knew I had been with Nick, knew we were fucking like college kids on spring break, knew we obviously were into each other, but he didn’t know yet that I had fallen for Nick or of our conversations and expressions of love for one another.

For the first time I could feel a divide between us. It was almost like there was this invisible energy field between us even as we embraced, and for the first time since we began this journey I didn’t feel that overwhelming need to reconnect with Brent after I had been with another man. I didn’t like how I felt, and was scared to death of how it was going to go when we got around to talking, but I knew immediately that it was a feeling I couldn’t live with indefinitely. I also knew that with our boys around that it would be much later that night before we would be able to be alone and talk, and I was almost dreading Brent wanting to be with me sexually because I was afraid of how I would react to his touch. Knowing him and knowing us, I knew he would immediately sense it if something was off. All of these thoughts were running through my head the rest of the day and I was not in a good place. I was letting my thoughts and anxieties overwhelm me, to the point where in the worst moments I was left wondering if it was just better to leave my husband than to deal with the issue. Sometimes our minds are our worst enemy! Most everything that had happened in this journey had up until then been very positive and I realize now we had been lucky. That luck had resulted in complacency, and that complacency resulted in me ignoring warning signs and letting my guard down. It was a hard lesson to learn, but one I believe everyone that embarks on this LS journey eventually has to learn. Some lessons hurt! They hurt ourselves and they hurt those we care about most.

Late that evening, we were finally alone and in the sitting area of our master bedroom having a glass of wine and catching up after 10 days apart. He had told me all about the trip and how great it was to spend time with his boys. I had told him about (not everything) the time at the lake, and most (not everything) about all the sex Nick and I had. Still I could not bring myself to tell him of the emotional changes that had been brought to the surface the past week. (I really believed I was holding it together well. How often we fool only ourselves.)

After a half hour or so, I stood up and told him I needed to get into something more comfortable to welcome him home properly, and I turned to head into the bathroom. But Brent stood and took hold of my hand and turned me back to face him. He then kissed me on the forehead and pulled me back down to the sofa and sat down facing me. We sat facing each other, in silence, for what seemed like forever. (probably 30 seconds, lol) Finally, Brent says…”before either of us gets more comfortable, I think you should tell me what’s up.” Again, being scared to death to have the conversation and not even know what to say or how to say it, I chose avoidance and told him nothing was up. He was having none of it though. I’ll never forget what he said, which was, without any anger or malice…”Ang, I love you and nothing you tell me will ever change that. But…we can sit here until hell freezes over with you denying anything is wrong, or you can open up and we can work through whatever it is that’s bothering you.”

That sentence caused me to immediately break down, face in my hands, and balling my eyes out. I felt like I had let Brent down, and I had let my family down. Here was this amazing man, who I’d been through so much with for 2+ decades, telling me he would love me forever no matter what. All the while I had spent so many days just prior, confessing my love to another man. I felt the lowest of lows in that moment. I just wanted to run away and not deal with any of it!!!

Once I finally got myself under control I told Brent everything, not just the “fun fucking” we had engaged in while at the lake, but the lovemaking and how I felt I’d fallen for Nick and had in fact told Nick that I loved him, and that Nick had reciprocated the same sentiment.

Brent sat, listened, nodded his head a lot, looked me in the eye the entire time, and never let go of my hand. He didn’t once interrupt me, and barely even spoke, much less say anything in anger, until I had finished. His first comment was “that’s a lot to take in, but……” He let that pause just hang in the air, and I was scared to death of what he would say next. It turns out that it wasn’t what I expected. His next comment was “I’ve seen this coming the past few weeks.” He also said that he had on a couple of occasions almost pulled the plug on ole Nick, but the joy I was experiencing kept him from doing it. He said he could tell shortly after it began that the attraction to Nick was about way more than the sex, and that he liked the guy too so he understood it. Outside the bedroom Nick was just a great guy!

Brent then made the following statement. “You have to answer this question for yourself. Can you love two men?” Brent told me that if I was capable of “loving” Nick, and it not changing how I loved him(Brent) and that it wouldn’t change our lives, that he could live with that. However, if it changed how I was as his wife and how I was as a mother to our boys, that a decision would have to be made. He told me I had two choices….that I could have Nick as another person in my life that I loved (Brent, sons M & C, and now Nick). Or…..I had to choose between Nick and the family unit as it currently was. Brent let me know unequivocally that he was capable of sharing me on occasion with another man I loved but that replacement was not something that was going to happen and that I had better think long and hard about the consequences.

When we had finished talking, I asked him to take me to bed and make love to me, and that I needed to feel him. It was somewhat surprising, but he flat out said no. He told me that he wanted me to think about what I wanted the future to look like, and not have my head clouded with sex. Second surprise….he told me to go sleep in the guest suite (our play room) for the night. In the moment it really hurt, but looking back, he was making a point and it was something I needed. The point being decisions have consequences, so make sure you’re prepared for those consequences. And….that he had enough self control that he didn’t “need” to fuck me. The question was did I?

The following morning, I was awakened by a text from Nick, asking how “the talk” had gone. I didn’t respond but instead got out of bed to check on Brent and the boys. It was mid morning and I found an empty house. I immediately texted Brent asking where everyone was and he responded that they had gotten up and went to check on his gym after being gone, and that they were out having a late breakfast. He said he thought I needed the rest after being up late talking, but I now know, he was giving me another example of what life would be like if I made a certain choice. He never spoke angrily, and never put me down, or told me I shouldn’t feel the way I felt. He simply showed me what life would be like. I was not fucking happy at all, but in hindsight he handled it beautifully. When they got back home he gave me a kiss on the head, but not the kiss on the lips and the hug he had always greeted me with for 20+ years. Honestly…..he was killing me. It was like a stake to the heart.

That evening our boys went out to a movie and we had the house to ourselves. I was pissed and ready to get my pound of flesh from Brent for what he had pulled from bedtime the night before and throughout the day. It’s not a fair fight when one of you is emotional and the other is a cold blooded, smart and calculating, killer! I was in his face going after him, when the took me by the shoulders and kissed my head again. He said “you’re the most important person in my world. I just need to know I’m the same for you. If that’s the case, we can manage and get through anything.” Well again….I end up crying my eyes out, and him holding me, but unlike the night before he took me to bed and we made love and finally intimately reconnected.

I knew I felt love for Nick, but it wasn’t the same kind of love I felt for Brent. Brent resides in a place deep down in my heart that no other man can reach. It was something that I’d always knew but until now didn’t fully grasp and understand. I have ever since though.

I saw Nick for another few months after this, and I will always love him in my own way. But Brent is my person. This was a difficult experience but in the end brought us closer. All thanks to Brent and his strength and level headedness. Because if it had been up to me I’m sure I would have fucked it all up! lol

I know this was not the sexy posts most in here want to read about, but it’s one I needed to put out there.

Next time I’m planning on sharing some HW adventures Nick, I and sometimes Brent engaged in over the next few months and what finally drew my time with Nick to a close.

xoxo
Ang

[coastalkid]

The Talk…….

The remaining few days at the lake with Nick were enjoyable sexually and from a simple human standpoint. I have a ton of friends/acquaintances, and a career in sales along with my personality allows me to easily make people feel at ease. However, I rarely connect with others on a deeper level. I can definitely count on one hand the number of people in “my circle.” Why am I saying this? To explain that I was in the process, even if it was unbeknownst to myself, of admitting Nick into my inner circle. I had gone from ignoring yield signs to rolling stop signs, all the to the point of playing Frogger on the freeway! (Yes…I know I’m dating myself with the “Frogger” reference, lol) Many of the guardrails Brent and I had established were no longer in place, and things were about to go over the cliff.

A few days later, we were back home in the city, Nick was back to work, and I was at the airport to pick up Brent and my boys. I had enjoyed this amazing week with Nick, but because all the men in my family had been in fucking Alaska, I had very little contact with Brent because there was no cell service. (Two public convos from a land line, and then some texting once they returned to civilization and were on the way home.) Definitely no in-depth talk about my week with Nick, and I wasn’t about to tell Brent I was in love with someone else over the phone. As many of you who’ve embarked on this type of journey know, there are many “firsts.” That day at the airport, picking up my family, was a first for me, and it wasn’t a positive “first.”

Standing at baggage claim and seeing my men come through the door and walking my way with big smiles just warmed my heart. Anytime I see my men together just makes my day. I grabbed and hugged my sons, and then kissed and embraced Brent. I was so happy to see him, but there was also a different feeling present that I’d never experienced before. As he held me in his arms there in the airport, for the first time since we had begun playing, I felt like I had cheated on him. He knew I had been with Nick, knew we were fucking like college kids on spring break, knew we obviously were into each other, but he didn’t know yet that I had fallen for Nick or of our conversations and expressions of love for one another.

For the first time I could feel a divide between us. It was almost like there was this invisible energy field between us even as we embraced, and for the first time since we began this journey I didn’t feel that overwhelming need to reconnect with Brent after I had been with another man. I didn’t like how I felt, and was scared to death of how it was going to go when we got around to talking, but I knew immediately that it was a feeling I couldn’t live with indefinitely. I also knew that with our boys around that it would be much later that night before we would be able to be alone and talk, and I was almost dreading Brent wanting to be with me sexually because I was afraid of how I would react to his touch. Knowing him and knowing us, I knew he would immediately sense it if something was off. All of these thoughts were running through my head the rest of the day and I was not in a good place. I was letting my thoughts and anxieties overwhelm me, to the point where in the worst moments I was left wondering if it was just better to leave my husband than to deal with the issue. Sometimes our minds are our worst enemy! Most everything that had happened in this journey had up until then been very positive and I realize now we had been lucky. That luck had resulted in complacency, and that complacency resulted in me ignoring warning signs and letting my guard down. It was a hard lesson to learn, but one I believe everyone that embarks on this LS journey eventually has to learn. Some lessons hurt! They hurt ourselves and they hurt those we care about most.

Late that evening, we were finally alone and in the sitting area of our master bedroom having a glass of wine and catching up after 10 days apart. He had told me all about the trip and how great it was to spend time with his boys. I had told him about (not everything) the time at the lake, and most (not everything) about all the sex Nick and I had. Still I could not bring myself to tell him of the emotional changes that had been brought to the surface the past week. (I really believed I was holding it together well. How often we fool only ourselves.)

After a half hour or so, I stood up and told him I needed to get into something more comfortable to welcome him home properly, and I turned to head into the bathroom. But Brent stood and took hold of my hand and turned me back to face him. He then kissed me on the forehead and pulled me back down to the sofa and sat down facing me. We sat facing each other, in silence, for what seemed like forever. (probably 30 seconds, lol) Finally, Brent says…”before either of us gets more comfortable, I think you should tell me what’s up.” Again, being scared to death to have the conversation and not even know what to say or how to say it, I chose avoidance and told him nothing was up. He was having none of it though. I’ll never forget what he said, which was, without any anger or malice…”Ang, I love you and nothing you tell me will ever change that. But…we can sit here until hell freezes over with you denying anything is wrong, or you can open up and we can work through whatever it is that’s bothering you.”

That sentence caused me to immediately break down, face in my hands, and balling my eyes out. I felt like I had let Brent down, and I had let my family down. Here was this amazing man, who I’d been through so much with for 2+ decades, telling me he would love me forever no matter what. All the while I had spent so many days just prior, confessing my love to another man. I felt the lowest of lows in that moment. I just wanted to run away and not deal with any of it!!!

Once I finally got myself under control I told Brent everything, not just the “fun fucking” we had engaged in while at the lake, but the lovemaking and how I felt I’d fallen for Nick and had in fact told Nick that I loved him, and that Nick had reciprocated the same sentiment.

Brent sat, listened, nodded his head a lot, looked me in the eye the entire time, and never let go of my hand. He didn’t once interrupt me, and barely even spoke, much less say anything in anger, until I had finished. His first comment was “that’s a lot to take in, but……” He let that pause just hang in the air, and I was scared to death of what he would say next. It turns out that it wasn’t what I expected. His next comment was “I’ve seen this coming the past few weeks.” He also said that he had on a couple of occasions almost pulled the plug on ole Nick, but the joy I was experiencing kept him from doing it. He said he could tell shortly after it began that the attraction to Nick was about way more than the sex, and that he liked the guy too so he understood it. Outside the bedroom Nick was just a great guy!

Brent then made the following statement. “You have to answer this question for yourself. Can you love two men?” Brent told me that if I was capable of “loving” Nick, and it not changing how I loved him(Brent) and that it wouldn’t change our lives, that he could live with that. However, if it changed how I was as his wife and how I was as a mother to our boys, that a decision would have to be made. He told me I had two choices….that I could have Nick as another person in my life that I loved (Brent, sons M & C, and now Nick). Or…..I had to choose between Nick and the family unit as it currently was. Brent let me know unequivocally that he was capable of sharing me on occasion with another man I loved but that replacement was not something that was going to happen and that I had better think long and hard about the consequences.

When we had finished talking, I asked him to take me to bed and make love to me, and that I needed to feel him. It was somewhat surprising, but he flat out said no. He told me that he wanted me to think about what I wanted the future to look like, and not have my head clouded with sex. Second surprise….he told me to go sleep in the guest suite (our play room) for the night. In the moment it really hurt, but looking back, he was making a point and it was something I needed. The point being decisions have consequences, so make sure you’re prepared for those consequences. And….that he had enough self control that he didn’t “need” to fuck me. The question was did I?

The following morning, I was awakened by a text from Nick, asking how “the talk” had gone. I didn’t respond but instead got out of bed to check on Brent and the boys. It was mid morning and I found an empty house. I immediately texted Brent asking where everyone was and he responded that they had gotten up and went to check on his gym after being gone, and that they were out having a late breakfast. He said he thought I needed the rest after being up late talking, but I now know, he was giving me another example of what life would be like if I made a certain choice. He never spoke angrily, and never put me down, or told me I shouldn’t feel the way I felt. He simply showed me what life would be like. I was not fucking happy at all, but in hindsight he handled it beautifully. When they got back home he gave me a kiss on the head, but not the kiss on the lips and the hug he had always greeted me with for 20+ years. Honestly…..he was killing me. It was like a stake to the heart.

That evening our boys went out to a movie and we had the house to ourselves. I was pissed and ready to get my pound of flesh from Brent for what he had pulled from bedtime the night before and throughout the day. It’s not a fair fight when one of you is emotional and the other is a cold blooded, smart and calculating, killer! I was in his face going after him, when the took me by the shoulders and kissed my head again. He said “you’re the most important person in my world. I just need to know I’m the same for you. If that’s the case, we can manage and get through anything.” Well again….I end up crying my eyes out, and him holding me, but unlike the night before he took me to bed and we made love and finally intimately reconnected.

I knew I felt love for Nick, but it wasn’t the same kind of love I felt for Brent. Brent resides in a place deep down in my heart that no other man can reach. It was something that I’d always knew but until now didn’t fully grasp and understand. I have ever since though.

I saw Nick for another few months after this, and I will always love him in my own way. But Brent is my person. This was a difficult experience but in the end brought us closer. All thanks to Brent and his strength and level headedness. Because if it had been up to me I’m sure I would have fucked it all up! lol

I know this was not the sexy posts most in here want to read about, but it’s one I needed to put out there.

Next time I’m planning on sharing some HW adventures Nick, I and sometimes Brent engaged in over the next few months and what finally drew my time with Nick to a close.

xoxo
Ang

Wow! That was the best thing I've read here ever! You more than owned up to your part. Brent sounds like he's the MAN! I'm sure you thought to yourself, "Any woman would be a fool to let this guy go!" After that experience did it change the way you valued Brent?

[54321]

Brent is da man!

54321

[funfortwo]

Wow!! Such an amazing post about love, sex, intimacy and life partnership. I'm not sure if it's a negative that you both went through this (it had to be difficult), or if it was positive, with an awakening about what's really important in life? Brent handled the incident perfectly...gave you some time of self reflection regarding what would life be like without him (or your boys). He didn't explode, become angry or vengeful, but rather gave you time. My wife and I continually assess where we are in our dynamic to avoid situations similar to this. I guess things can happen, but I would imagine you have "guard rails" to prevent things like this from happening again. How Brent, and you, handled this should be an example for others in the same situation. Love a happy ending!

[superb101]

The Talk…….

The remaining few days at the lake with Nick were enjoyable sexually and from a simple human standpoint. I have a ton of friends/acquaintances, and a career in sales along with my personality allows me to easily make people feel at ease. However, I rarely connect with others on a deeper level. I can definitely count on one hand the number of people in “my circle.” Why am I saying this? To explain that I was in the process, even if it was unbeknownst to myself, of admitting Nick into my inner circle. I had gone from ignoring yield signs to rolling stop signs, all the to the point of playing Frogger on the freeway! (Yes…I know I’m dating myself with the “Frogger” reference, lol) Many of the guardrails Brent and I had established were no longer in place, and things were about to go over the cliff.

A few days later, we were back home in the city, Nick was back to work, and I was at the airport to pick up Brent and my boys. I had enjoyed this amazing week with Nick, but because all the men in my family had been in fucking Alaska, I had very little contact with Brent because there was no cell service. (Two public convos from a land line, and then some texting once they returned to civilization and were on the way home.) Definitely no in-depth talk about my week with Nick, and I wasn’t about to tell Brent I was in love with someone else over the phone. As many of you who’ve embarked on this type of journey know, there are many “firsts.” That day at the airport, picking up my family, was a first for me, and it wasn’t a positive “first.”

Standing at baggage claim and seeing my men come through the door and walking my way with big smiles just warmed my heart. Anytime I see my men together just makes my day. I grabbed and hugged my sons, and then kissed and embraced Brent. I was so happy to see him, but there was also a different feeling present that I’d never experienced before. As he held me in his arms there in the airport, for the first time since we had begun playing, I felt like I had cheated on him. He knew I had been with Nick, knew we were fucking like college kids on spring break, knew we obviously were into each other, but he didn’t know yet that I had fallen for Nick or of our conversations and expressions of love for one another.

For the first time I could feel a divide between us. It was almost like there was this invisible energy field between us even as we embraced, and for the first time since we began this journey I didn’t feel that overwhelming need to reconnect with Brent after I had been with another man. I didn’t like how I felt, and was scared to death of how it was going to go when we got around to talking, but I knew immediately that it was a feeling I couldn’t live with indefinitely. I also knew that with our boys around that it would be much later that night before we would be able to be alone and talk, and I was almost dreading Brent wanting to be with me sexually because I was afraid of how I would react to his touch. Knowing him and knowing us, I knew he would immediately sense it if something was off. All of these thoughts were running through my head the rest of the day and I was not in a good place. I was letting my thoughts and anxieties overwhelm me, to the point where in the worst moments I was left wondering if it was just better to leave my husband than to deal with the issue. Sometimes our minds are our worst enemy! Most everything that had happened in this journey had up until then been very positive and I realize now we had been lucky. That luck had resulted in complacency, and that complacency resulted in me ignoring warning signs and letting my guard down. It was a hard lesson to learn, but one I believe everyone that embarks on this LS journey eventually has to learn. Some lessons hurt! They hurt ourselves and they hurt those we care about most.

Late that evening, we were finally alone and in the sitting area of our master bedroom having a glass of wine and catching up after 10 days apart. He had told me all about the trip and how great it was to spend time with his boys. I had told him about (not everything) the time at the lake, and most (not everything) about all the sex Nick and I had. Still I could not bring myself to tell him of the emotional changes that had been brought to the surface the past week. (I really believed I was holding it together well. How often we fool only ourselves.)

After a half hour or so, I stood up and told him I needed to get into something more comfortable to welcome him home properly, and I turned to head into the bathroom. But Brent stood and took hold of my hand and turned me back to face him. He then kissed me on the forehead and pulled me back down to the sofa and sat down facing me. We sat facing each other, in silence, for what seemed like forever. (probably 30 seconds, lol) Finally, Brent says…”before either of us gets more comfortable, I think you should tell me what’s up.” Again, being scared to death to have the conversation and not even know what to say or how to say it, I chose avoidance and told him nothing was up. He was having none of it though. I’ll never forget what he said, which was, without any anger or malice…”Ang, I love you and nothing you tell me will ever change that. But…we can sit here until hell freezes over with you denying anything is wrong, or you can open up and we can work through whatever it is that’s bothering you.”

That sentence caused me to immediately break down, face in my hands, and balling my eyes out. I felt like I had let Brent down, and I had let my family down. Here was this amazing man, who I’d been through so much with for 2+ decades, telling me he would love me forever no matter what. All the while I had spent so many days just prior, confessing my love to another man. I felt the lowest of lows in that moment. I just wanted to run away and not deal with any of it!!!

Once I finally got myself under control I told Brent everything, not just the “fun fucking” we had engaged in while at the lake, but the lovemaking and how I felt I’d fallen for Nick and had in fact told Nick that I loved him, and that Nick had reciprocated the same sentiment.

Brent sat, listened, nodded his head a lot, looked me in the eye the entire time, and never let go of my hand. He didn’t once interrupt me, and barely even spoke, much less say anything in anger, until I had finished. His first comment was “that’s a lot to take in, but……” He let that pause just hang in the air, and I was scared to death of what he would say next. It turns out that it wasn’t what I expected. His next comment was “I’ve seen this coming the past few weeks.” He also said that he had on a couple of occasions almost pulled the plug on ole Nick, but the joy I was experiencing kept him from doing it. He said he could tell shortly after it began that the attraction to Nick was about way more than the sex, and that he liked the guy too so he understood it. Outside the bedroom Nick was just a great guy!

Brent then made the following statement. “You have to answer this question for yourself. Can you love two men?” Brent told me that if I was capable of “loving” Nick, and it not changing how I loved him(Brent) and that it wouldn’t change our lives, that he could live with that. However, if it changed how I was as his wife and how I was as a mother to our boys, that a decision would have to be made. He told me I had two choices….that I could have Nick as another person in my life that I loved (Brent, sons M & C, and now Nick). Or…..I had to choose between Nick and the family unit as it currently was. Brent let me know unequivocally that he was capable of sharing me on occasion with another man I loved but that replacement was not something that was going to happen and that I had better think long and hard about the consequences.

When we had finished talking, I asked him to take me to bed and make love to me, and that I needed to feel him. It was somewhat surprising, but he flat out said no. He told me that he wanted me to think about what I wanted the future to look like, and not have my head clouded with sex. Second surprise….he told me to go sleep in the guest suite (our play room) for the night. In the moment it really hurt, but looking back, he was making a point and it was something I needed. The point being decisions have consequences, so make sure you’re prepared for those consequences. And….that he had enough self control that he didn’t “need” to fuck me. The question was did I?

The following morning, I was awakened by a text from Nick, asking how “the talk” had gone. I didn’t respond but instead got out of bed to check on Brent and the boys. It was mid morning and I found an empty house. I immediately texted Brent asking where everyone was and he responded that they had gotten up and went to check on his gym after being gone, and that they were out having a late breakfast. He said he thought I needed the rest after being up late talking, but I now know, he was giving me another example of what life would be like if I made a certain choice. He never spoke angrily, and never put me down, or told me I shouldn’t feel the way I felt. He simply showed me what life would be like. I was not fucking happy at all, but in hindsight he handled it beautifully. When they got back home he gave me a kiss on the head, but not the kiss on the lips and the hug he had always greeted me with for 20+ years. Honestly…..he was killing me. It was like a stake to the heart.

That evening our boys went out to a movie and we had the house to ourselves. I was pissed and ready to get my pound of flesh from Brent for what he had pulled from bedtime the night before and throughout the day. It’s not a fair fight when one of you is emotional and the other is a cold blooded, smart and calculating, killer! I was in his face going after him, when the took me by the shoulders and kissed my head again. He said “you’re the most important person in my world. I just need to know I’m the same for you. If that’s the case, we can manage and get through anything.” Well again….I end up crying my eyes out, and him holding me, but unlike the night before he took me to bed and we made love and finally intimately reconnected.

I knew I felt love for Nick, but it wasn’t the same kind of love I felt for Brent. Brent resides in a place deep down in my heart that no other man can reach. It was something that I’d always knew but until now didn’t fully grasp and understand. I have ever since though.

I saw Nick for another few months after this, and I will always love him in my own way. But Brent is my person. This was a difficult experience but in the end brought us closer. All thanks to Brent and his strength and level headedness. Because if it had been up to me I’m sure I would have fucked it all up! lol

I know this was not the sexy posts most in here want to read about, but it’s one I needed to put out there.

Next time I’m planning on sharing some HW adventures Nick, I and sometimes Brent engaged in over the next few months and what finally drew my time with Nick to a close.

xoxo
Ang

That was an incredible read! Im guessing it was cathartic for you to get those feelings and emotions "out there" for everyone here to read. It is much appreciated! Im looking forward to reading about your next time with Nick!

[venus-can99]

Thanks Ang for this wonderful post about the "talk" with Brent and so clearly expressing the emotional turmoil you were going thru. Posts like these really paint a complete picture of women and men go thru in this LS.

[Cuckcuckgoose1]

That is 100% as real as it gets right there. Thank you for sharing that with the forum. It is one of those pitfalls in this LS. Most never recover from it. I'm glad you did.

[Late]

I can't even begin to imagine what that day was like for the two of you. I do know, though, that you relating the story to us was AWESOME. Thanks for sharing with us. Yes, I am looking forward to hearing about the adventures with the three of you, but I already know there is no way it will be as AWESOME as this was.

Thanks.
Late

[hwlurker88]

OMG! This is an amazing journey you have had. Your family somewhat hung in the balance and your amazing husband didn't overreact and you two found your way back without destroying each other! It seems like this would have been pretty catastrophic for most stag/vixen couples and you two seemed to resolve it fairly quickly. I love your life stories!

[Angela Plays]

The Talk…….

The remaining few days at the lake with Nick were enjoyable sexually and from a simple human standpoint. I have a ton of friends/acquaintances, and a career in sales along with my personality allows me to easily make people feel at ease. However, I rarely connect with others on a deeper level. I can definitely count on one hand the number of people in “my circle.” Why am I saying this? To explain that I was in the process, even if it was unbeknownst to myself, of admitting Nick into my inner circle. I had gone from ignoring yield signs to rolling stop signs, all the to the point of playing Frogger on the freeway! (Yes…I know I’m dating myself with the “Frogger” reference, lol) Many of the guardrails Brent and I had established were no longer in place, and things were about to go over the cliff.

A few days later, we were back home in the city, Nick was back to work, and I was at the airport to pick up Brent and my boys. I had enjoyed this amazing week with Nick, but because all the men in my family had been in fucking Alaska, I had very little contact with Brent because there was no cell service. (Two public convos from a land line, and then some texting once they returned to civilization and were on the way home.) Definitely no in-depth talk about my week with Nick, and I wasn’t about to tell Brent I was in love with someone else over the phone. As many of you who’ve embarked on this type of journey know, there are many “firsts.” That day at the airport, picking up my family, was a first for me, and it wasn’t a positive “first.”

Standing at baggage claim and seeing my men come through the door and walking my way with big smiles just warmed my heart. Anytime I see my men together just makes my day. I grabbed and hugged my sons, and then kissed and embraced Brent. I was so happy to see him, but there was also a different feeling present that I’d never experienced before. As he held me in his arms there in the airport, for the first time since we had begun playing, I felt like I had cheated on him. He knew I had been with Nick, knew we were fucking like college kids on spring break, knew we obviously were into each other, but he didn’t know yet that I had fallen for Nick or of our conversations and expressions of love for one another.

For the first time I could feel a divide between us. It was almost like there was this invisible energy field between us even as we embraced, and for the first time since we began this journey I didn’t feel that overwhelming need to reconnect with Brent after I had been with another man. I didn’t like how I felt, and was scared to death of how it was going to go when we got around to talking, but I knew immediately that it was a feeling I couldn’t live with indefinitely. I also knew that with our boys around that it would be much later that night before we would be able to be alone and talk, and I was almost dreading Brent wanting to be with me sexually because I was afraid of how I would react to his touch. Knowing him and knowing us, I knew he would immediately sense it if something was off. All of these thoughts were running through my head the rest of the day and I was not in a good place. I was letting my thoughts and anxieties overwhelm me, to the point where in the worst moments I was left wondering if it was just better to leave my husband than to deal with the issue. Sometimes our minds are our worst enemy! Most everything that had happened in this journey had up until then been very positive and I realize now we had been lucky. That luck had resulted in complacency, and that complacency resulted in me ignoring warning signs and letting my guard down. It was a hard lesson to learn, but one I believe everyone that embarks on this LS journey eventually has to learn. Some lessons hurt! They hurt ourselves and they hurt those we care about most.

Late that evening, we were finally alone and in the sitting area of our master bedroom having a glass of wine and catching up after 10 days apart. He had told me all about the trip and how great it was to spend time with his boys. I had told him about (not everything) the time at the lake, and most (not everything) about all the sex Nick and I had. Still I could not bring myself to tell him of the emotional changes that had been brought to the surface the past week. (I really believed I was holding it together well. How often we fool only ourselves.)

After a half hour or so, I stood up and told him I needed to get into something more comfortable to welcome him home properly, and I turned to head into the bathroom. But Brent stood and took hold of my hand and turned me back to face him. He then kissed me on the forehead and pulled me back down to the sofa and sat down facing me. We sat facing each other, in silence, for what seemed like forever. (probably 30 seconds, lol) Finally, Brent says…”before either of us gets more comfortable, I think you should tell me what’s up.” Again, being scared to death to have the conversation and not even know what to say or how to say it, I chose avoidance and told him nothing was up. He was having none of it though. I’ll never forget what he said, which was, without any anger or malice…”Ang, I love you and nothing you tell me will ever change that. But…we can sit here until hell freezes over with you denying anything is wrong, or you can open up and we can work through whatever it is that’s bothering you.”

That sentence caused me to immediately break down, face in my hands, and balling my eyes out. I felt like I had let Brent down, and I had let my family down. Here was this amazing man, who I’d been through so much with for 2+ decades, telling me he would love me forever no matter what. All the while I had spent so many days just prior, confessing my love to another man. I felt the lowest of lows in that moment. I just wanted to run away and not deal with any of it!!!

Once I finally got myself under control I told Brent everything, not just the “fun fucking” we had engaged in while at the lake, but the lovemaking and how I felt I’d fallen for Nick and had in fact told Nick that I loved him, and that Nick had reciprocated the same sentiment.

Brent sat, listened, nodded his head a lot, looked me in the eye the entire time, and never let go of my hand. He didn’t once interrupt me, and barely even spoke, much less say anything in anger, until I had finished. His first comment was “that’s a lot to take in, but……” He let that pause just hang in the air, and I was scared to death of what he would say next. It turns out that it wasn’t what I expected. His next comment was “I’ve seen this coming the past few weeks.” He also said that he had on a couple of occasions almost pulled the plug on ole Nick, but the joy I was experiencing kept him from doing it. He said he could tell shortly after it began that the attraction to Nick was about way more than the sex, and that he liked the guy too so he understood it. Outside the bedroom Nick was just a great guy!

Brent then made the following statement. “You have to answer this question for yourself. Can you love two men?” Brent told me that if I was capable of “loving” Nick, and it not changing how I loved him(Brent) and that it wouldn’t change our lives, that he could live with that. However, if it changed how I was as his wife and how I was as a mother to our boys, that a decision would have to be made. He told me I had two choices….that I could have Nick as another person in my life that I loved (Brent, sons M & C, and now Nick). Or…..I had to choose between Nick and the family unit as it currently was. Brent let me know unequivocally that he was capable of sharing me on occasion with another man I loved but that replacement was not something that was going to happen and that I had better think long and hard about the consequences.

When we had finished talking, I asked him to take me to bed and make love to me, and that I needed to feel him. It was somewhat surprising, but he flat out said no. He told me that he wanted me to think about what I wanted the future to look like, and not have my head clouded with sex. Second surprise….he told me to go sleep in the guest suite (our play room) for the night. In the moment it really hurt, but looking back, he was making a point and it was something I needed. The point being decisions have consequences, so make sure you’re prepared for those consequences. And….that he had enough self control that he didn’t “need” to fuck me. The question was did I?

The following morning, I was awakened by a text from Nick, asking how “the talk” had gone. I didn’t respond but instead got out of bed to check on Brent and the boys. It was mid morning and I found an empty house. I immediately texted Brent asking where everyone was and he responded that they had gotten up and went to check on his gym after being gone, and that they were out having a late breakfast. He said he thought I needed the rest after being up late talking, but I now know, he was giving me another example of what life would be like if I made a certain choice. He never spoke angrily, and never put me down, or told me I shouldn’t feel the way I felt. He simply showed me what life would be like. I was not fucking happy at all, but in hindsight he handled it beautifully. When they got back home he gave me a kiss on the head, but not the kiss on the lips and the hug he had always greeted me with for 20+ years. Honestly…..he was killing me. It was like a stake to the heart.

That evening our boys went out to a movie and we had the house to ourselves. I was pissed and ready to get my pound of flesh from Brent for what he had pulled from bedtime the night before and throughout the day. It’s not a fair fight when one of you is emotional and the other is a cold blooded, smart and calculating, killer! I was in his face going after him, when the took me by the shoulders and kissed my head again. He said “you’re the most important person in my world. I just need to know I’m the same for you. If that’s the case, we can manage and get through anything.” Well again….I end up crying my eyes out, and him holding me, but unlike the night before he took me to bed and we made love and finally intimately reconnected.

I knew I felt love for Nick, but it wasn’t the same kind of love I felt for Brent. Brent resides in a place deep down in my heart that no other man can reach. It was something that I’d always knew but until now didn’t fully grasp and understand. I have ever since though.

I saw Nick for another few months after this, and I will always love him in my own way. But Brent is my person. This was a difficult experience but in the end brought us closer. All thanks to Brent and his strength and level headedness. Because if it had been up to me I’m sure I would have fucked it all up! lol

I know this was not the sexy posts most in here want to read about, but it’s one I needed to put out there.

Next time I’m planning on sharing some HW adventures Nick, I and sometimes Brent engaged in over the next few months and what finally drew my time with Nick to a close.

xoxo
Ang

Wow! That was the best thing I've read here ever! You more than owned up to your part. Brent sounds like he's the MAN! I'm sure you thought to yourself, "Any woman would be a fool to let this guy go!" After that experience did it change the way you valued Brent?

Hmmmm….change is probably not how I would put it. I would say it re-enforced how I already felt toward him. I had drifted off my true north direction, and it drove home the fact that Brent was my compass. It reminded me that he was the one person in this world that always had my best interest at heart. All he ever asked in return was my loyalty.

[Angela Plays]

Wow!! Such an amazing post about love, sex, intimacy and life partnership. I'm not sure if it's a negative that you both went through this (it had to be difficult), or if it was positive, with an awakening about what's really important in life? Brent handled the incident perfectly...gave you some time of self reflection regarding what would life be like without him (or your boys). He didn't explode, become angry or vengeful, but rather gave you time. My wife and I continually assess where we are in our dynamic to avoid situations similar to this. I guess things can happen, but I would imagine you have "guard rails" to prevent things like this from happening again. How Brent, and you, handled this should be an example for others in the same situation. Love a happy ending!

It was 100% a positive! Through pain there is growth. It was not an easy thing to go through but definitely better off in the other side!

[Angela Plays]

That is 100% as real as it gets right there. Thank you for sharing that with the forum. It is one of those pitfalls in this LS. Most never recover from it. I'm glad you did.

Thank you!

[Angela Plays]

OMG! This is an amazing journey you have had. Your family somewhat hung in the balance and your amazing husband didn't overreact and you two found your way back without destroying each other! It seems like this would have been pretty catastrophic for most stag/vixen couples and you two seemed to resolve it fairly quickly. I love your life stories!

The post makes it sound like it was resolved quicker than it really was. The first couple of days got us back on track, but it was a tense couple of weeks before we were really back and there was a true sense or “normal” back in our lives.
But things definitely got sorted out faster because of how Brent handled things. He’s the type that hits a problem head on and doesn’t allow something to fester. Indecisive he is not!