Angela Plays

[Angela Plays]

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.

A feeling a turmoil is very accurate! I was an emotional wreck.

[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

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!

That will be my next post. It is a hell of a story. I gave a little hint in a prior post of mine when I said “an alpha gonna alpha.” For now I’ll leave it with this. Brent left no doubt which of the three of us was the driving the train on our little railroad.

[Angela Plays]

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

I think as I work my way through my journal, it’s important for me to lay out that everything is not always a bed of roses. There are many bumps and potholes on this road. I can’t see myself sharing our highs without also pointing out the lows.

[coastalkid]

[quote="Angela Plays" post_id=1523894 time=1732411864 user_id=158773
I think as I work my way through my journal, it’s important for me to lay out that everything is not always a bed of roses. There are many bumps and potholes on this road. I can’t see myself sharing our highs without also pointing out the lows.
[/quote]I can't begin to adequately express how refreshing your posts are. They are realistic and honest. It seems unrealistic to think that there aren't some difficult times that come along with the times everything seems perfect. It's only natural. I tell my friends that ask me about being married for 46 years that not all of them were great. Some were super great and some were super shitty and bunch were all point in between. Thanks for sharing the lows along with the highs. Did you, or have you, fallen for someone since or like you did with Nick?

It had to be awkward or different continuing on with Nick after your discussion and decision with Brent. Was some of the thrill gone?

[Angela Plays]

[quote="Angela Plays" post_id=1523894 time=1732411864 user_id=158773
I think as I work my way through my journal, it’s important for me to lay out that everything is not always a bed of roses. There are many bumps and potholes on this road. I can’t see myself sharing our highs without also pointing out the lows.

I can't begin to adequately express how refreshing your posts are. They are realistic and honest. It seems unrealistic to think that there aren't some difficult times that come along with the times everything seems perfect. It's only natural. I tell my friends that ask me about being married for 46 years that not all of them were great. Some were super great and some were super shitty and bunch were all point in between. Thanks for sharing the lows along with the highs. Did you, or have you, fallen for someone since or like you did with Nick?

It had to be awkward or different continuing on with Nick after your discussion and decision with Brent. Was some of the thrill gone?
[/quote]

You’re so right…anyone who’s been married for a long time knows of the ups and downs of marriage. Bringing another into the mix in an intimate role compounds the potential for both excitement, and pleasure….but you’re also opening the door for an absolute meltdown and total disaster.

I have had lovers since Nick that I’ve had amazing time with and have absolutely adored, but no….I have not fallen hard for anyone else since. Brent and I have made adjustments in how we engage in the the LS since Nick. I have also grown individually as well, and definitely have a higher level of self awareness than I did a couple of years ago.

It was different with Nick moving forward, but I would be lying if I were to proclaim that even though Brent and I were getting things right, that I still wasn’t in love with Nick, or that the passion had dissipated.

I said this in another response but it bears repeating. In my original post, I probably make it sound like Brent and I cleared everything up within a day and a half of him returning home, but that wasn’t the case. Within 36 hours Brent had us back on track, on the road to recovery, and away from disaster. However, I still had a lot of emotions to work through, and although I had regained some much needed footing in my marriage, it didn’t change that I was in love with another man as well. There were many tense moments with Nick over the next few months, both when we were alone and when Brent was present. In the end….no relationship, be it sexual or emotional, can withstand that kind of stress for long. It doesn’t matter how intense the passion and love might be.

[Angela Plays]

Good morning. Thank you to everyone that sent so much love and kind comments my way. What I’m doing through my posts is retelling my journey using the writings in my journal and from my memories. We’ll see how this thread may change when I finally catch up to present day.

I do want to address a couple of notes I received via DM, asking that I provide more detail of the sex acts…..I’ve done my best to describe the sex the best I can. I’ll admit that I struggle with detailing the actual sex itself more than I do writing about my thoughts and feelings. I feel that if I make some overt effort to be more sexually graphic in my descriptions, that it just wouldn’t be me. I’ll do my best to paint the picture, but I just can’t be someone I’m not or write in any other way that what’s natural for me.

xoxo
Ang

[Scotch98]

What a wonderful thoughtful and moving post Angela. I love the way you share your feelings and solutions to problems you encounter and it is very inspiring…I truly wish I had the kind of connection and communication you and Brent have with my wife. I can tell you two are so bound together nothing will tear you apart. Just a beautiful story which at the time I know was gut wrenching for you both. Looking forward to more of you adventures!

[leggysman]

Of course Ang, this thread is yours. Write what you want, when you want, how you want. Jane is a great role model for that

Some readers here (your 'audience') can act a little bit entitled. You're under no obligation to entertain anyone in a particular way! There are other threads for those guys to read, if that's what they need.

I hope you continue to enjoy writing your posts in your own style I'm loving them!

[Angela Plays]

Of course Ang, this thread is yours. Write what you want, when you want, how you want. Jane is a great role model for that

Some readers here (your 'audience') can act a little bit entitled. You're under no obligation to entertain anyone in a particular way! There are other threads for those guys to read, if that's what they need.

I hope you continue to enjoy writing your posts in your own style I'm loving them!

Thank you!!!!

[UKDan]

Wow Angela, that was so intense. Brent has a very level head on his shoulders, and understands you way better than anyone else ever could. You’re so lucky to have each other. Thank you for being so honest (that must have been hard to write).

[Jujube]

Your cathartic retelling of your thoughts and emotions are far and away much more poignant than the nitty-gritty of the sex acts. Please continue any way you like. And please, more pictures of your gorgeous self!

[venus-can99]

I for one like many here do love reading about the emotional aspects of being a hw. This is your thread so please take the time to post what you want and how you want to tell the story. Thank you again for being so expressive in your posts.

[slenderfish]

The Talk…….

Ang

Pure gold, this. Thank your for sharing these intimate details. Rare for us readers.

[trecital]

I do want to address a couple of notes I received via DM, asking that I provide more detail of the sex acts…..I’ve done my best to describe the sex the best I can. I’ll admit that I struggle with detailing the actual sex itself more than I do writing about my thoughts and feelings. I feel that if I make some overt effort to be more sexually graphic in my descriptions, that it just wouldn’t be me. I’ll do my best to paint the picture, but I just can’t be someone I’m not or write in any other way that what’s natural for me.

Angela, you are in good company, in finding it difficult to do justice to describing the actual sex act. I have the same problem.
And I'm not comparing myself to published authors, but they too have the same difficulty. Just do a search for 'Bad Sex Awards' for some excruciating examples from people who actually write for a living. Be prepared, if you look up any examples, by having a bucket in one hand to puke into when you read some of them, and someone nearby to lift your bottom jaw back up off the floor for the others They are bad.
Your descriptions are far superior.
It's an art form that few have mastered.

As for those that demand more details, I'd just say to them "use your imagination". Your story reads as good as any other I've read. And I don't mind saying that I had a little tear in my eye when you described the scenes of you and Brent reconciling. I don't recall any other story here that has done that.

I can tell you, this story is already in the nominations for the OHW Hall of Fame, category: Best Non Fiction Story. And it's not even finished yet.

[UKDan]

I think it’s perfectly clear your retelling of events is very much appreciated here, and a wonderful insight into the thoughts and feelings of a Hotwife, thank you

[Angela Plays]

I do want to address a couple of notes I received via DM, asking that I provide more detail of the sex acts…..I’ve done my best to describe the sex the best I can. I’ll admit that I struggle with detailing the actual sex itself more than I do writing about my thoughts and feelings. I feel that if I make some overt effort to be more sexually graphic in my descriptions, that it just wouldn’t be me. I’ll do my best to paint the picture, but I just can’t be someone I’m not or write in any other way that what’s natural for me.

Angela, you are in good company, in finding it difficult to do justice to describing the actual sex act. I have the same problem.
And I'm not comparing myself to published authors, but they too have the same difficulty. Just do a search for 'Bad Sex Awards' for some excruciating examples from people who actually write for a living. Be prepared, if you look up any examples, by having a bucket in one hand to puke into when you read some of them, and someone nearby to lift your bottom jaw back up off the floor for the others They are bad.
Your descriptions are far superior.
It's an art form that few have mastered.

As for those that demand more details, I'd just say to them "use your imagination". Your story reads as good as any other I've read. And I don't mind saying that I had a little tear in my eye when you described the scenes of you and Brent reconciling. I don't recall any other story here that has done that.

I can tell you, this story is already in the nominations for the OHW Hall of Fame, category: Best Non Fiction Story. And it's not even finished yet.

You’re an absolute sweetheart!
Thank you!

[Angela Plays]

The Talk…….

Ang

Pure gold, this. Thank your for sharing these intimate details. Rare for us readers.

Thank you! It always make me smile when I’ve seen that you’ve stopped by!

[Angela Plays]

I think it’s perfectly clear your retelling of events is very much appreciated here, and a wonderful insight into the thoughts and feelings of a Hotwife, thank you

Thanks hun!

[Angela Plays]

I for one like many here do love reading about the emotional aspects of being a hw. This is your thread so please take the time to post what you want and how you want to tell the story. Thank you again for being so expressive in your posts.

Thank you

[Angela Plays]

Wow Angela, that was so intense. Brent has a very level head on his shoulders, and understands you way better than anyone else ever could. You’re so lucky to have each other. Thank you for being so honest (that must have been hard to write).

Brent is amazing!
You’re on the money….it was very difficult to put into words. Difficult because I had to #1 relive it emotionally, and because two years have passed, I have an even clearer vision of how close I came to making a horrible life decision. That frightens me to this day. Defiantly catastrophe adverted!

[JeffBingham]

The Talk…….

Ang

Pure gold, this. Thank your for sharing these intimate details. Rare for us readers.

Thank YOU for not quoting the entire wall of text.

And thank you, Angela, for your brutally honest and heartfelt storytelling!

[UKDan]

Wow Angela, that was so intense. Brent has a very level head on his shoulders, and understands you way better than anyone else ever could. You’re so lucky to have each other. Thank you for being so honest (that must have been hard to write).

Brent is amazing!
You’re on the money….it was very difficult to put into words. Difficult because I had to #1 relive it emotionally, and because two years have passed, I have an even clearer vision of how close I came to making a horrible life decision. That frightens me to this day. Defiantly catastrophe adverted!

You made the right choice and are in the right place now. Life is good

[snoogaloo82]

For sure share both the highs and the lows, both, as that way we learn even more about your experiences and I love learning!!

[rascalnvixen]

Ang, your writing is excellent!!!! Like someone else said, this is YOUR thread and you should write it as YOU wish, how you wish and when you wish!!! More detail on sex you've had??? You have already posted enough detail to get any man's cock hard and certainly enough to get a guy to jerk off thinking of you if that is what they want!!!! The writing is ALL YOURS!!!!

Rascal

[Angela Plays]

The Intermission…..

I had intentions of posting about the next time I saw Nick after Brent returned and we had “the talk,” and I will get there, but after reading some of the comments/responses, I feel compelled to expand a bit on the next few weeks that Brent and I spent reconnecting, doing a deep dive into what we We/I wanted out of this lifestyle, and what our guardrails/limits/boundaries would be moving forward.

For the next few weeks Brent and I enjoyed a lot of intimate time together, but I wasn’t intimate with Nick at all. We met several times during this span for lunch or coffee, engaging in deep and substantive conversation, and we did stay connected. However, Brent and I had agreed that sex was off the table until we had our house in order, and I did honor that. Nick was incredible during this time and didn’t pressure me at all. I will always be grateful for that and in a way it endeared him to me even more. I also want to be honest in that, while Brent and I were working through our shit, and while I knew without any doubt that Brent was home for me, it didn’t mean that my feelings for Nick had changed. I was definitely in love with him, and that’s not something a woman can just flip a switch and turn off. I’ll add, that to this day two years later, even though I haven’t seen him, I still love Nick, and always will. It’s just a vastly different love than I feel for my husband.

Guardrails & Boundaries

After a 2-3 week break in which Brent and I reconnected (talked and fucked a ton!), I received the go ahead from Brent that I could resume seeing Nick, but with a couple new guardrails in place to ensure that certain boundaries were not violated. New Rules…. #1 No sleepovers longer than 1 night, and limited to once a month. #2 Weekend dates were limited to those in which Brent was present, whether he chose to participate or not. Otherwise weekends were family time. Weeknight dates (dinner & sex) were fine, but no more than once a week. #3 Nick was welcome to stay over in our guest/play room, but I would be in our marriage bed after play time was over. Incidentally, even post Nick, we have kept those guardrails in place and they have served us well.

Nick 2.0

A few weeks later we had plans for Nick to come over on a Saturday evening for dinner, drinks, and a dusting off of our guest/play room. To say that I was excited doesn’t do the word justice. I was going to get to spend a wonderful evening with the two men I loved and I was seriously amped up. The days leading up to that evening, all I could do was think of all we would do and how amazing it was going to be. And while it definitely was amazing, Brent had a much different plan for how the evening would go than I did. Just happened to be a plan that cunning fucker was keeping to himself.

Nick arrived around 6pm and Brent had prepared an amazing dinner (Brent loves to cook and is good at it. Good thing for us because I hate it and I suck at it. If it weren’t for him our boys might have starved growing up, lol.) After dinner and enjoying the most incredible couple of hours just sitting and talking while going through a couple bottles of wine, Brent asked me if I were ready to go get changed. Being way past ready, I hopped up and went to our bedroom to change, returning in a black matching thong teddy and stripper heals, feeling like the sexiest most desirable woman on planet earth. Immediately, both Brent and Nick stood up and came close, touching and kissing me together at the same time. I was in heaven, and Brent motioned for us to head to the guest room. There I was laid down on the bed and the kissing and touching of my body continued. They undressed me from what little I had on, and feeling four hands and two mouths on me had me in a state of bliss. My mind was already jumping forward to feeling Nick’s cock in me after its absence the past few weeks. All I could think about was his thick cock spreading me apart. I was engrossed in a deep kiss with Nick while Brent had my legs wide apart giving me some amazing oral attention when my first orgasm came. It was such a sensual moment and I kissed Nick harder as that feeling of pleasure swept over me. As I came down, Brent spoke to Nick saying “I think we should get undressed too,” and they both stripped down. Seeing these two men I loved naked before me, cocks standing tall and hard was a picture I will never forget.

What happened next was not expected by me or Nick. As Nick moved to position himself between my legs, Brent put a hand on his shoulder, and said “I think we’ll switch things up a little tonight.” He told Nick “have a seat for a moment, I think I’ll got first this time.” I could see a slight sense of confusion on Nicks face but he did as he was told and Brent positioned himself on top of me, but not entering me, and he began kissing me again and grinding his hard cock across my clit. That alone had me on fire and like I often do, soon I was pleading for him to fuck me. He finally entered me missionary, told me to look him in the eye while he fucked me. It was slow, sensual and deep, but every time I got close, he slowed and denied me my orgasm. Finally, he told me to look at Nick and tell him who’s owns my pussy. I did so, proclaiming that my pussy belonged to my husband. It never fails….once I start with naughty talk during sex, I can’t seem to stop, and this time was no different. Brent demanded I keep looking at Nick, who was sitting on the couch with his cock in his hand, while Brent continued to fuck me and I continued to talk like a slut about how good he was fucking me. I know I had two, and it might have been three orgasms before Brent finally growled, released his load and collapsed on top of me and kissed me. After a few moments I realized Nick had moved to the side of the bed. The usual tables had been turned and it would be him that this time got slippery seconds. but again, Brent had other plans. As Nick was putting a knee on the bed to now join the party, Brent stood, took hold of my hand, pulled me off the bed to my feet, and began leading me to the door. He paused briefly and turned to Nick and told him…”not tonight champ. You’re free to sleep here or go home, that’s up to you, but I’m the only one that’s gonna have her tonight.” Brent, took me to our bedroom and did just that. I can’t begin to explain how much his alpha nature turned and still turns me on!

The next morning Nick was still there. I woke to Brent staring at me and smiling. I snuggled in next to him, feeling safe and secure. After a couple minutes he told me Nick hadn’t left and asked if I wanted to go wake him up properly. I asked if he was okay with that and he said he was, so I made my way to the guest room. Theresa morning sex was incredible, but there was a difference this time though. The whole time I was with Nick, as amazing as it felt (and it did feel amazing, lol) I was thinking about Brent.

As I reflect on the experience, I’m pretty sure that’s was Brent’s goal all along. He wanted Nick to know who was in charge, he wanted me to enjoy myself, but he definitely wanted to make sure which man was dominating my head space. He was successful on all three counts!

xoxo
Ang