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by kev-uk » Sat Feb 25, 2017 1:57 am
Hi everyone. I'm another that has arrived late, but enjoyed following the story and the many supportive replies. So much so, that I want to share with you my own story as there are some similarities and sharing these things makes it have a little more clarity.
My wife is petite , blonde bubbly and professional and works with me in our own small business. she isn't extrovert but friendly and welcoming which over the years some men have misinterpreted and Nikki still never realises when she's gone wrong !
Anyway within our work situation we had several , I guess you might call travelling sales reps (but that's not entirely a good representation) and one , George, and I became good friends. This developed where the three of us became friends and, like examples within this thread, he started out as a friend of mine, became a friend of ours, but really wanted to be more of a friend to Nikki, which he fought with but couldn't stop.
We would go for a drink together and on occasion Nikki would join us too, and they would always be in such rapport that you'd swear they were the couple and I was the third wheel. I loved seeing her happy and vibrant and enjoyed her having fun in a way that didn't seem overly threatening but was intensely flirty at the same time. I'm 40 and Nikki is 42, but she's an ex model and has always attracted tons of male attention and she has built a way of almost repelling advances but is very chatty and friendly with those that get past those defences, and sometimes her and George would be in the pub before me and when I arrived she would have tears streaming down her face laughing at his jokes and stories and i'd arrive feeling uncomfortable.
She used to tell her friends that he looked like 'a young mel gibson' and once when he suggestively put his hand on her knee beneath the table when I unknowingly sat on her opposite side, she confessed that she was 'incredibly turned on' and loved being with 'two men who were very special to her'.
Over several months she became his confidante, like juli & brian, and as George had some issues at home, she became a rock for him to confide in - which she liked, and stepped up to be there for him. Although this meant her spending more time in his company, I never once tried to stop it and as I think I'm amongst friends here in this thread, I don't need to explain why - nor could I , if asked to.
As matters were building, he asked her to lunch, and she spent the morning at the hairdressers and on a beautiful summers day she met him in a slip dress and heels at a pub by the river, wearing big sunnies and oversize earrings. I knew all about it, and so did her 2 best friends who practically encouraged her to commit to George, saying 'you know kev, he's lovely and he'll be ok about it'. Over a bottle or two of white wine they talked and talked and he invited her to go back to his hotel room that same afternoon, but she declined. I'm sure she anguished over her decision, but stayed true to her marriage and came home.
George was always around visiting once every 2 and a half weeks and one evening we went out together to eat , same sort of routine, and Nikki looked supremely comfortable with us both which is whyi suppose i'm posting in the poly forum. I however, remained passive and said nothing as I liked him too, but the dynamics were always shifting as he became more important in her/our lives. That evening we all had slightly too much to drink and he opened up to us and it all got a bit emotional -not for me, but for those two - her in her supportive (naïve ?) empathetic state and him in his desire to talk about his issues, but with a feeling of guilt about doing so to another mans wife in the sanctity of their home. I blushed, mumbled but did nothing and said little.
The time flew by and as we were in the early hours, we offered George our spare room although the bed hadn't been made up as we weren't expecting guests. he retired but Nik had to pop in with clean sheets and a pillowcase so entered his room while I stayed in our own bed. The details are sketchy as she has never opened up and told me but I do know that on entering he was in a state of undress, getting ready for bed, and was thankful for the opportunity to stay. It appears he expressed his gratitude via his boxer shorts and she sat next to him and he kissed her and some sexual contact took place that night altho not full sex. Shamingly, I lay alone in our double bed and masturbated and waited for her to come back to bed which seemed an age but probably wasn't. The days following were changed. I was proud of her and looked differently upon her - I saw her as more vibrant, more sexual and thought she had a spring in her step. I drove George into town that morning , surreal but not uncomfortable particularly. I thought he was going to say 'I have something to confess' but he didn't and neither did Nikki, but their interaction has cooled off significantly since that night. I think he'd make a wonderful steady lover for her, but it all remains unspoken as I think happens with passive men like me.
Why am I relaying all this ? well for one, it's cathartic, but its mainly to tell those 'wannabes' that if you put your wife 'in harms way' and stay in the shadows, she will become intrigued when an alpha male comes along and if he is the right man and is experienced and assertive , she will end up getting fucked before long. I wonder if I engineered things and the answer is, I didn't, but at no time did I try to alter the course and meekly stood by and allowed whatever was to unfold just happen to me/us. George is still around but much less so and I wonder if there's another Man out there who can step up and make her feel like a woman again soon...