The ole crystal ball never fails.Unread post by 54321 » Fri Jul 07, 2023 3:19 pm
Oh dear. Poor Jen. I imagine it didn't take too long for her to get over it however.
Did she get lucky in Maryland?
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Wow! What was supposed to be an innocent visit with family is looking like an opportunity for a rekindled romance with Jen's first boyfriend! On the other hand, with Jen only being away for a short amount of time, it's hard to imagine a true romantic reboot with her ex. I know this is all in the past, so whatever is going to happen has already happened. But, it's suspenseful and exciting all the same! 
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Done Deal…
We did not speak by phone until Sunday afternoon. We had a few text exchanges during the day which confirmed she had slept with him. I was struggling. She was happy. As it turned out she neglected to tell me that they had a pregame of sorts on Friday night. They kissed and fooled around but it did not progress to intercourse. He however did get a blowjob that Friday evening. This was a fairly large omission I felt. Saturday night they did have intercourse, several times, no protection. I conveyed my unease at all of these disclosures and she calmly asked me to give her some latitude. She loved me like no other and she just needed some assurance from me that she had my support for this. I couldn’t deny her and I caved easily, asking her again to be safe and that I had her back. She said she would give me more details later but she had to go meet him so our conversation was paused.
They went to a Walmart and she waited in his car while he went in for something. When he returned she gave him a blow job in the parking lot. They then went to his house and fucked for a few hours until she had to return to her parents for dinner. This is when we had a call as she was en route home.
Based on this call I figured out that there was some lingering form of rejection that she harbored from their original relationship. She did not come out and say it but I figured it out incrementally from her comments. I also could see that she was using this to soften the blow of the loss of Jon. Everything was aligning in a perfect storm. Realizing this I tried my best to be understanding even though I was very much struggling with her current behavior. And she was in charge on this. I was not having any success in taming her behavior through dialog.
She informed me that she was going to continue having sex with him until she left for home. She also had informed him that their time together was a one off and it ended when she departed for Massachusetts. This fact gave me a little bit of comfort. I look back on it now and I was certainly concerned that there had been more of a connection between them than I was historically told. But in the end this was not the case.
She told me that when she was finished with dinner at her parents she was going back to his place for the rest of the evening.
We did not speak by phone until Sunday afternoon. We had a few text exchanges during the day which confirmed she had slept with him. I was struggling. She was happy. As it turned out she neglected to tell me that they had a pregame of sorts on Friday night. They kissed and fooled around but it did not progress to intercourse. He however did get a blowjob that Friday evening. This was a fairly large omission I felt. Saturday night they did have intercourse, several times, no protection. I conveyed my unease at all of these disclosures and she calmly asked me to give her some latitude. She loved me like no other and she just needed some assurance from me that she had my support for this. I couldn’t deny her and I caved easily, asking her again to be safe and that I had her back. She said she would give me more details later but she had to go meet him so our conversation was paused.
They went to a Walmart and she waited in his car while he went in for something. When he returned she gave him a blow job in the parking lot. They then went to his house and fucked for a few hours until she had to return to her parents for dinner. This is when we had a call as she was en route home.
Based on this call I figured out that there was some lingering form of rejection that she harbored from their original relationship. She did not come out and say it but I figured it out incrementally from her comments. I also could see that she was using this to soften the blow of the loss of Jon. Everything was aligning in a perfect storm. Realizing this I tried my best to be understanding even though I was very much struggling with her current behavior. And she was in charge on this. I was not having any success in taming her behavior through dialog.
She informed me that she was going to continue having sex with him until she left for home. She also had informed him that their time together was a one off and it ended when she departed for Massachusetts. This fact gave me a little bit of comfort. I look back on it now and I was certainly concerned that there had been more of a connection between them than I was historically told. But in the end this was not the case.
She told me that when she was finished with dinner at her parents she was going back to his place for the rest of the evening.
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Anxiety returns…
Being separated and in the absence of almost daily sex with her and her boyfriends at home my mind had some time to reset on what we were actually doing. Now she was at a great distance away from me and immediately engaged in promiscuous behavior with an ex boyfriend whom took her virginity. She never really spoke much of Mark or what their relationship was like. The few times I asked she avoided the subject and I learned to let go of the topic and never brought it up. Now my curiosity was peaked as to why she would re-couple with him so quickly. Not knowing and things moving so quickly generated some anxiety and jealousy. Add that she was not very forthcoming with the light sex on Friday of that week increased my feelings of angst.
Brett was around to bounce things off of but he was taking a hands off approach. Maybe he did not feel he had a say in the matter. Which I could respect. I was already missing her desperately and I think he was as well.
The fact of matter at the time was she had been sexual with 5 different men in just a couple of weeks, including me. I was flustered at the high body count in such a short period of time, even though three of us were regulars. I knew she was hurt by the loss of Jon. I could account for that in her desire to be wanted. However I could not get the thought out of my head that we could be headed to a more promiscuous future and I did not think that that was manageable. She seemed to be headed in a direction where if you were attractive to her and desired her that would be all it took to engage in sex with her. I was struggling in my mind if this was actually a possibility or were my thoughts drifting to a darker place than what was actually happening.
In her absence I also had time to reflect on where we had been up to that point. Jon was an exciting addition to our relationship and was the catalyst to achieving my and Jen’s adventure. Brett was a seamless addition and increased the excitement and satisfaction to the groups experience. These two “boyfriends” were unnaturally comfortable in our life. It seemed improbable to me that we had the good fortune to find and befriend them. Brett in particular was somewhat peculiar in that he had become such a close friend in a very short time. He was almost a co-partner in the relationship. He stayed at our house more than his own. He had access to Jen both sexually and as a friend anytime he wanted. I in fact would have no issue if he was the only other sexual partner she had as I was totally comfortable with him.
Jon’s exit from our group certainly changed the dynamic overnight. I was contemplating a return to some boundaries as it related to Jen’s promiscuity of late. I was navigating on how I would bring this up to her upon her return home.
Being separated and in the absence of almost daily sex with her and her boyfriends at home my mind had some time to reset on what we were actually doing. Now she was at a great distance away from me and immediately engaged in promiscuous behavior with an ex boyfriend whom took her virginity. She never really spoke much of Mark or what their relationship was like. The few times I asked she avoided the subject and I learned to let go of the topic and never brought it up. Now my curiosity was peaked as to why she would re-couple with him so quickly. Not knowing and things moving so quickly generated some anxiety and jealousy. Add that she was not very forthcoming with the light sex on Friday of that week increased my feelings of angst.
Brett was around to bounce things off of but he was taking a hands off approach. Maybe he did not feel he had a say in the matter. Which I could respect. I was already missing her desperately and I think he was as well.
The fact of matter at the time was she had been sexual with 5 different men in just a couple of weeks, including me. I was flustered at the high body count in such a short period of time, even though three of us were regulars. I knew she was hurt by the loss of Jon. I could account for that in her desire to be wanted. However I could not get the thought out of my head that we could be headed to a more promiscuous future and I did not think that that was manageable. She seemed to be headed in a direction where if you were attractive to her and desired her that would be all it took to engage in sex with her. I was struggling in my mind if this was actually a possibility or were my thoughts drifting to a darker place than what was actually happening.
In her absence I also had time to reflect on where we had been up to that point. Jon was an exciting addition to our relationship and was the catalyst to achieving my and Jen’s adventure. Brett was a seamless addition and increased the excitement and satisfaction to the groups experience. These two “boyfriends” were unnaturally comfortable in our life. It seemed improbable to me that we had the good fortune to find and befriend them. Brett in particular was somewhat peculiar in that he had become such a close friend in a very short time. He was almost a co-partner in the relationship. He stayed at our house more than his own. He had access to Jen both sexually and as a friend anytime he wanted. I in fact would have no issue if he was the only other sexual partner she had as I was totally comfortable with him.
Jon’s exit from our group certainly changed the dynamic overnight. I was contemplating a return to some boundaries as it related to Jen’s promiscuity of late. I was navigating on how I would bring this up to her upon her return home.
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Great to have you back! Thanks!
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Thank you for yet another thoughtful, authentic and enlightening post.\
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Free use…
Jen and I had a call on Monday morning. She had stayed late at Mark’s and they had a lot of sex. I wanted all details and she seemed more comfortable in giving them. She said that she had told him that he had her until she left on Wednesday and that would be the end of it. He was taking full advantage of the situation and she said she had been laid a lot in the past two days. He had taken Monday and Tuesday off from work to spend with her during the day. When we finished with our call she was heading to his place.
As far as details were concerned she admitted that she may have been influenced by Jon’s breakup, if it could be called that. When she reconnected with her ex boyfriend at the convenience store it was very obvious that he was checking her out. Things escalated quickly from there and she told him that we had an arrangement. Sex with him was not exceptional in any way. He was of average endowment and not very good at oral. She only had a few orgasms when having sex with him. However this did not seem to be a big deal for her. She was getting off on his intense desire for her and she was enjoying the sex regardless of the absence of her own orgasmic pleasure. She said that him ejaculating inside her, inseminating her, was satisfying some internal need. That need was intense for her and she wanted it badly.
I did not question her. I knew by our conversation that it would do no good and I would wait until she returned home for any discussions about my concerns.
Monday she spent all day at Mark’s. We talked at 5:30 and she again was going to her parents for dinner then planning on going back to Mark’s. She said as the day went on he got more dominant and they were trying “new” things. Nothing out of the ordinary she said, considering what had been happening back home. During this conversation I got a massive erection. I actually wasn’t happy that I was somehow aroused at the developments because I had talked myself into being disappointed in her.
Jen and I had a call on Monday morning. She had stayed late at Mark’s and they had a lot of sex. I wanted all details and she seemed more comfortable in giving them. She said that she had told him that he had her until she left on Wednesday and that would be the end of it. He was taking full advantage of the situation and she said she had been laid a lot in the past two days. He had taken Monday and Tuesday off from work to spend with her during the day. When we finished with our call she was heading to his place.
As far as details were concerned she admitted that she may have been influenced by Jon’s breakup, if it could be called that. When she reconnected with her ex boyfriend at the convenience store it was very obvious that he was checking her out. Things escalated quickly from there and she told him that we had an arrangement. Sex with him was not exceptional in any way. He was of average endowment and not very good at oral. She only had a few orgasms when having sex with him. However this did not seem to be a big deal for her. She was getting off on his intense desire for her and she was enjoying the sex regardless of the absence of her own orgasmic pleasure. She said that him ejaculating inside her, inseminating her, was satisfying some internal need. That need was intense for her and she wanted it badly.
I did not question her. I knew by our conversation that it would do no good and I would wait until she returned home for any discussions about my concerns.
Monday she spent all day at Mark’s. We talked at 5:30 and she again was going to her parents for dinner then planning on going back to Mark’s. She said as the day went on he got more dominant and they were trying “new” things. Nothing out of the ordinary she said, considering what had been happening back home. During this conversation I got a massive erection. I actually wasn’t happy that I was somehow aroused at the developments because I had talked myself into being disappointed in her.
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New things indeed…
Tuesday morning we talked again and I asked her how her night was with Mark. She said matter of factly that it was interesting, and added that he fucked her ass.
Talk about a conversation killer. I did not have any response. She went on to explain that he bought her an enema kit while she was at her parents having dinner and when she returned she got educated in the procedure and he then lubed up and took her anally. She was just talking about this as if it was a non event and I was completely locked up in shock. I couldn’t bring any words to bear. She continued that it was interesting but not something that she was into even after trying it. She continued to tell of some of their other sexual activities but in all honesty I didn’t recall what she said.
We ended the call with mutual “I love you”s and she hung up. I was dumb founded. Her ex boyfriend had taken her virginity and now had taken her anal virginity as well. I was pissed. Very angry and confused.
They made a day of it, her last day. We talked that evening and she could tell I was distant. I was still processing the morning information. She said that she loved me very much and couldn’t wait to get home to me. We said our goodbyes and I sunk back into a funk trying to process my feelings about the last 9 days. I was now concerned that Jen was getting out of control. How would I approach her and discuss some reasonable boundaries?
Tuesday morning we talked again and I asked her how her night was with Mark. She said matter of factly that it was interesting, and added that he fucked her ass.
Talk about a conversation killer. I did not have any response. She went on to explain that he bought her an enema kit while she was at her parents having dinner and when she returned she got educated in the procedure and he then lubed up and took her anally. She was just talking about this as if it was a non event and I was completely locked up in shock. I couldn’t bring any words to bear. She continued that it was interesting but not something that she was into even after trying it. She continued to tell of some of their other sexual activities but in all honesty I didn’t recall what she said.
We ended the call with mutual “I love you”s and she hung up. I was dumb founded. Her ex boyfriend had taken her virginity and now had taken her anal virginity as well. I was pissed. Very angry and confused.
They made a day of it, her last day. We talked that evening and she could tell I was distant. I was still processing the morning information. She said that she loved me very much and couldn’t wait to get home to me. We said our goodbyes and I sunk back into a funk trying to process my feelings about the last 9 days. I was now concerned that Jen was getting out of control. How would I approach her and discuss some reasonable boundaries?
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Wow! I feel for you. That must have been a worrying time.
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Home coming…
Wednesday evening I picked Jen up at the train station. It was so good to see her. I had missed her terribly. Before she arrived my mind was full of things that I wanted to talk to her about. But as soon as I laid eyes on her all that was gone, for the time being. We started the 30 minute drive home and she asked if Brett was going to be at our house. He had not intended to be so she texted him and asked if he could come over. She missed both of us.
On the ride we talked mostly about her sister, her sister’s kids and her mom and dad. I was not going to bring up Mark that day. Her phone kept dinging with text notifications during our drive so eventually I had to ask if it was Mark. She said no, it was not him. She didn’t elaborate and I was just happy it wasn’t him. Later it dawned on me that maybe she was texting with Ross, but I left it alone.
Brett was there when we arrived and we made supper, drank a little wine. She said she was so happy that we both were there to welcome her home. Eventually she explained to Brett that I was her husband and she needed some time with me and that she would see him later, in his bedroom. Jen and I retreated to our room and immediately undressed and reconnected. I was so aroused to be with her and we made love for hours. When I drifted off to sleep she went to Brett and repeated a reconnection of their own.
Wednesday evening I picked Jen up at the train station. It was so good to see her. I had missed her terribly. Before she arrived my mind was full of things that I wanted to talk to her about. But as soon as I laid eyes on her all that was gone, for the time being. We started the 30 minute drive home and she asked if Brett was going to be at our house. He had not intended to be so she texted him and asked if he could come over. She missed both of us.
On the ride we talked mostly about her sister, her sister’s kids and her mom and dad. I was not going to bring up Mark that day. Her phone kept dinging with text notifications during our drive so eventually I had to ask if it was Mark. She said no, it was not him. She didn’t elaborate and I was just happy it wasn’t him. Later it dawned on me that maybe she was texting with Ross, but I left it alone.
Brett was there when we arrived and we made supper, drank a little wine. She said she was so happy that we both were there to welcome her home. Eventually she explained to Brett that I was her husband and she needed some time with me and that she would see him later, in his bedroom. Jen and I retreated to our room and immediately undressed and reconnected. I was so aroused to be with her and we made love for hours. When I drifted off to sleep she went to Brett and repeated a reconnection of their own.
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Kitty…
I woke first and made coffee. Jen came strolling out just as the java finished flowing into the pot. She gave me a kiss and poured herself a cup. She was naked and when she turned to face me my eyes drifted to her pussy where her little bush was matted with dried cum. She smiled at me as my cock hardened and stood straight out, I was naked as well. She looked me in the eyes and said “you need to fuck my Kitty”. She turned around and bent over the kitchen table, bracing herself and looking back at me smiling. I slipped into her swollen wet pussy and fucked her. I lasted forever. Partially because I kept distracting myself by looking at her ass and imagining Mark plowing it. When I finished in her and withdrew a stream of cum leaked from her. Brett had come out of his room and was watching unbeknownst to us. Before Jen could get up from her position at the table Brett was sliding his big dick into her. I leaned back against the counter and watched the show, sipping on my cup of Joe. I really enjoyed watching him stretch her and the expressions on her face while he was inside her. She always went into a zone when his thick cock was probing her depths and expanding her hole. When he ejaculated he was balls deep into her and grunting like an animal.
Brett had to work so he showered and left. I had taken the day off to be with her and she still was off for the next two days from her work.
We hung out for the morning then went to out to lunch. That afternoon back at home I decided to bring up my concerns about her encounters with Mark. Instead of putting her on the defensive I decided to ask her about how she came to have sex with him, trying to understand her thought process.
Evidently at the end of their relationship he was interested in someone else. Someone whom was more full figured and big breasted. The situation created a complex of sorts for Jen. And he also was less than compassionate about his desires. This left Jen with a feeling of inferiority about her body. The other girl became his ex-wife. I am sure Jen is prettier and and in better shape than she was back then. This set the stage for her to settle the past rejection. Jon leaving our group added some additional influence upon the situation. I gathered she was out to prove something on one level as well as she was enjoying her new found power over men. It helped that her libido was now in overdrive as well.
I woke first and made coffee. Jen came strolling out just as the java finished flowing into the pot. She gave me a kiss and poured herself a cup. She was naked and when she turned to face me my eyes drifted to her pussy where her little bush was matted with dried cum. She smiled at me as my cock hardened and stood straight out, I was naked as well. She looked me in the eyes and said “you need to fuck my Kitty”. She turned around and bent over the kitchen table, bracing herself and looking back at me smiling. I slipped into her swollen wet pussy and fucked her. I lasted forever. Partially because I kept distracting myself by looking at her ass and imagining Mark plowing it. When I finished in her and withdrew a stream of cum leaked from her. Brett had come out of his room and was watching unbeknownst to us. Before Jen could get up from her position at the table Brett was sliding his big dick into her. I leaned back against the counter and watched the show, sipping on my cup of Joe. I really enjoyed watching him stretch her and the expressions on her face while he was inside her. She always went into a zone when his thick cock was probing her depths and expanding her hole. When he ejaculated he was balls deep into her and grunting like an animal.
Brett had to work so he showered and left. I had taken the day off to be with her and she still was off for the next two days from her work.
We hung out for the morning then went to out to lunch. That afternoon back at home I decided to bring up my concerns about her encounters with Mark. Instead of putting her on the defensive I decided to ask her about how she came to have sex with him, trying to understand her thought process.
Evidently at the end of their relationship he was interested in someone else. Someone whom was more full figured and big breasted. The situation created a complex of sorts for Jen. And he also was less than compassionate about his desires. This left Jen with a feeling of inferiority about her body. The other girl became his ex-wife. I am sure Jen is prettier and and in better shape than she was back then. This set the stage for her to settle the past rejection. Jon leaving our group added some additional influence upon the situation. I gathered she was out to prove something on one level as well as she was enjoying her new found power over men. It helped that her libido was now in overdrive as well.
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New boundaries, no…
I began expressing my concerns relative to the recent activities and her behavior. I suggested that maybe we should have some sort of boundaries to guide us going forward. She disagreed. Jen felt she was within our agreement and wanted me to trust and support her. She did not want to be constrained at this juncture but was willing to revisit it later. She felt that she had taken all facts into consideration before engaging with both Ross and Mark. Both were separated and had not dated. She felt the risk was low. She pointed out that she resisted intercourse with Ross even at the hottest moment between them and so she felt that her sense of risk was not impacted by her lust. She reminded me that I had agreed to new partners if she wanted them and she would abide by reasonable safety protocols as we had discussed.
Her new power over men extended to me I realized. I expressed my feelings of anxiety and jealousy. She was able to disarm those feelings and explain them away. We talked for a long time and her positions won the day. I was hesitant, but I realized that I needed to follow her lead. She was fully in charge now.
If I didn’t already feel cuckolded her next request certainly cemented that feeling. She asked me to take some pictures of her naked with her phone. “Why?” She asked me to just do this for her and she would explain. I apprehensively complied. She got naked and I took some pictures of her in various poses, nothing too obscene. A close up of her nipples. Then she wanted one of her pussy. When she wanted one of her pussy splayed to get a better shot of her clit I objected and wanted to know what this was all for? She said she would tell me when I finished taking the pictures. I reluctantly complied.
As she started her explanation she was scrolling through the pictures I had taken and started typing on her phone. I heard the familiar sound of a text sending from her device and I began to panic.
I began expressing my concerns relative to the recent activities and her behavior. I suggested that maybe we should have some sort of boundaries to guide us going forward. She disagreed. Jen felt she was within our agreement and wanted me to trust and support her. She did not want to be constrained at this juncture but was willing to revisit it later. She felt that she had taken all facts into consideration before engaging with both Ross and Mark. Both were separated and had not dated. She felt the risk was low. She pointed out that she resisted intercourse with Ross even at the hottest moment between them and so she felt that her sense of risk was not impacted by her lust. She reminded me that I had agreed to new partners if she wanted them and she would abide by reasonable safety protocols as we had discussed.
Her new power over men extended to me I realized. I expressed my feelings of anxiety and jealousy. She was able to disarm those feelings and explain them away. We talked for a long time and her positions won the day. I was hesitant, but I realized that I needed to follow her lead. She was fully in charge now.
If I didn’t already feel cuckolded her next request certainly cemented that feeling. She asked me to take some pictures of her naked with her phone. “Why?” She asked me to just do this for her and she would explain. I apprehensively complied. She got naked and I took some pictures of her in various poses, nothing too obscene. A close up of her nipples. Then she wanted one of her pussy. When she wanted one of her pussy splayed to get a better shot of her clit I objected and wanted to know what this was all for? She said she would tell me when I finished taking the pictures. I reluctantly complied.
As she started her explanation she was scrolling through the pictures I had taken and started typing on her phone. I heard the familiar sound of a text sending from her device and I began to panic.
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New boundaries, no…
I began expressing my concerns relative to the recent activities and her behavior. I suggested that maybe we should have some sort of boundaries to guide us going forward. She disagreed. Jen felt she was within our agreement and wanted me to trust and support her. She did not want to be constrained at this juncture but was willing to revisit it later. She felt that she had taken all facts into consideration before engaging with both Ross and Mark. Both were separated and had not dated. She felt the risk was low. She pointed out that she resisted intercourse with Ross even at the hottest moment between them and so she felt that her sense of risk was not impacted by her lust. She reminded me that I had agreed to new partners if she wanted them and she would abide by reasonable safety protocols as we had discussed.
Her new power over men extended to me I realized. I expressed my feelings of anxiety and jealousy. She was able to disarm those feelings and explain them away. We talked for a long time and her positions won the day. I was hesitant, but I realized that I needed to follow her lead. She was fully in charge now.
If I didn’t already feel cuckolded her next request certainly cemented that feeling. She asked me to take some pictures of her naked with her phone. “Why?” She asked me to just do this for her and she would explain. I apprehensively complied. She got naked and I took some pictures of her in various poses, nothing too obscene. A close up of her nipples. Then she wanted one of her pussy. When she wanted one of her pussy splayed to get a better shot of her clit I objected and wanted to know what this was all for? She said she would tell me when I finished taking the pictures. I reluctantly complied.
As she started her explanation she was scrolling through the pictures I had taken and started typing on her phone. I heard the familiar sound of a text sending from her device and I began to panic.
I began expressing my concerns relative to the recent activities and her behavior. I suggested that maybe we should have some sort of boundaries to guide us going forward. She disagreed. Jen felt she was within our agreement and wanted me to trust and support her. She did not want to be constrained at this juncture but was willing to revisit it later. She felt that she had taken all facts into consideration before engaging with both Ross and Mark. Both were separated and had not dated. She felt the risk was low. She pointed out that she resisted intercourse with Ross even at the hottest moment between them and so she felt that her sense of risk was not impacted by her lust. She reminded me that I had agreed to new partners if she wanted them and she would abide by reasonable safety protocols as we had discussed.
Her new power over men extended to me I realized. I expressed my feelings of anxiety and jealousy. She was able to disarm those feelings and explain them away. We talked for a long time and her positions won the day. I was hesitant, but I realized that I needed to follow her lead. She was fully in charge now.
If I didn’t already feel cuckolded her next request certainly cemented that feeling. She asked me to take some pictures of her naked with her phone. “Why?” She asked me to just do this for her and she would explain. I apprehensively complied. She got naked and I took some pictures of her in various poses, nothing too obscene. A close up of her nipples. Then she wanted one of her pussy. When she wanted one of her pussy splayed to get a better shot of her clit I objected and wanted to know what this was all for? She said she would tell me when I finished taking the pictures. I reluctantly complied.
As she started her explanation she was scrolling through the pictures I had taken and started typing on her phone. I heard the familiar sound of a text sending from her device and I began to panic.
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Delicious !!
Can't wait to know what's occur with this text exchange !
Can't wait to know what's occur with this text exchange !
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Amazing! Just an amazing marriage and woman!
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Yale…
She looked at me with that damn devilish smile and said she met someone on the train. The ding of a response echoed from her phone and she paused to read it, leaving me in a torturous limbo. She scrolled, typed and sent another text. Frustrated I got snappy with her. She put her phone down and began to recount her story.
At Penn Station she boarded the train and as she was navigating the isles she noticed a good looking guy sitting by himself. She sat in the same row, one seat empty between them. They began conversation almost immediately. He was returning to Yale in New Haven, CT to start his second semester of his freshman year. He was 19. For the first hour they just discussed normal topics. When he asked her what she was doing in Maryland she replied visiting family and her ex-boyfriend. She said she smiled when she told him this. He could see her wedding ring and she saw him looking at it.
He then queried if her husband knew that she was visiting an ex boyfriend and he nervously smiled, maybe because that question seemed out of bounds. She replied that I knew and approved. Before he could reply or ask another question she said she made the comment “I got to fuck him for 5 straight days” with a deadpan expression on her face. She told me she felt giddy at the freedom of telling him this. His expression was one of mild shock or amusement as she put it. Then he simply uttered “oh”. Seeing that she had stumped him she decided to confide in him all the salacious details including the “new” thing, anal sex.
He said nothing and listened intently to her descriptions all the while fidgeting in his seat, rearranging himself. She was emboldened knowing he had an erection and pressed on. She spoke of Jon, Brett and even our Ogunquit adventure. By the time they got to NY to change trains for New England she said he was obviously quite aroused by the disclosures. On the trip to CT he had a lot of questions and became very intrigued with Jen. He asked her for her number. She gave it to him. At his stop in New Haven he asked if he could text her and she said that he was welcome to. Just before he arose from his seat she leaned in and kissed him. Tongues intertwined just briefly before he departed, he must of been on edge to explode.
When I picked her up at the train station she had already been texting him and he sent her a picture of him relieving himself of the pent up tension. I found out later that she had requested him to do so, so it was not a random creepy text. The texting on the ride home from the train station was not Mark or Ross, but this student from Yale. She said that she was incredibly horny at the time and that is why she wanted both Brett and I to welcome her home.
She looked at me with that damn devilish smile and said she met someone on the train. The ding of a response echoed from her phone and she paused to read it, leaving me in a torturous limbo. She scrolled, typed and sent another text. Frustrated I got snappy with her. She put her phone down and began to recount her story.
At Penn Station she boarded the train and as she was navigating the isles she noticed a good looking guy sitting by himself. She sat in the same row, one seat empty between them. They began conversation almost immediately. He was returning to Yale in New Haven, CT to start his second semester of his freshman year. He was 19. For the first hour they just discussed normal topics. When he asked her what she was doing in Maryland she replied visiting family and her ex-boyfriend. She said she smiled when she told him this. He could see her wedding ring and she saw him looking at it.
He then queried if her husband knew that she was visiting an ex boyfriend and he nervously smiled, maybe because that question seemed out of bounds. She replied that I knew and approved. Before he could reply or ask another question she said she made the comment “I got to fuck him for 5 straight days” with a deadpan expression on her face. She told me she felt giddy at the freedom of telling him this. His expression was one of mild shock or amusement as she put it. Then he simply uttered “oh”. Seeing that she had stumped him she decided to confide in him all the salacious details including the “new” thing, anal sex.
He said nothing and listened intently to her descriptions all the while fidgeting in his seat, rearranging himself. She was emboldened knowing he had an erection and pressed on. She spoke of Jon, Brett and even our Ogunquit adventure. By the time they got to NY to change trains for New England she said he was obviously quite aroused by the disclosures. On the trip to CT he had a lot of questions and became very intrigued with Jen. He asked her for her number. She gave it to him. At his stop in New Haven he asked if he could text her and she said that he was welcome to. Just before he arose from his seat she leaned in and kissed him. Tongues intertwined just briefly before he departed, he must of been on edge to explode.
When I picked her up at the train station she had already been texting him and he sent her a picture of him relieving himself of the pent up tension. I found out later that she had requested him to do so, so it was not a random creepy text. The texting on the ride home from the train station was not Mark or Ross, but this student from Yale. She said that she was incredibly horny at the time and that is why she wanted both Brett and I to welcome her home.
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Naughty slut…
I had been hit with so many revelations in so little time my first instinct was to be angry and jealous. She was just looking at me waiting for my reaction. I was speechless again. Ironically I was not jealous or mad, I was terribly aroused. In my absence of reaction she said “I guess I am a naughty slut.” I looked her dead in the eye and responded “yes you are”. She faked her best impression of being shocked and offended. She then said “I told you so”.
Lost in my arousal I agreed to read the texts between them when she offered to show me. There was some banter back and forth, all of a sexual nature and then the request of her to him for a picture. His cock was in his hand, erect, and complete with a lava flow of cum down his shaft and on his hand. At the sight of this I could no longer control myself and I undressed and turned her around and slid into her. She was absolutely insane with lust and I think I fucked her harder than I ever had. After I released into her we retreated to the bedroom where she continued to sext him and we added a picture of her used pussy. Far from being angry, my inner self surrendered to the moment and I was a willing participant in her exposure to another guy. We carried on into the late night and I never made love to her, I just fucked her.
I had been hit with so many revelations in so little time my first instinct was to be angry and jealous. She was just looking at me waiting for my reaction. I was speechless again. Ironically I was not jealous or mad, I was terribly aroused. In my absence of reaction she said “I guess I am a naughty slut.” I looked her dead in the eye and responded “yes you are”. She faked her best impression of being shocked and offended. She then said “I told you so”.
Lost in my arousal I agreed to read the texts between them when she offered to show me. There was some banter back and forth, all of a sexual nature and then the request of her to him for a picture. His cock was in his hand, erect, and complete with a lava flow of cum down his shaft and on his hand. At the sight of this I could no longer control myself and I undressed and turned her around and slid into her. She was absolutely insane with lust and I think I fucked her harder than I ever had. After I released into her we retreated to the bedroom where she continued to sext him and we added a picture of her used pussy. Far from being angry, my inner self surrendered to the moment and I was a willing participant in her exposure to another guy. We carried on into the late night and I never made love to her, I just fucked her.
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Hot !!
An another target ?
So much fun reading your adventures.
An another target ?
So much fun reading your adventures.
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OMG! Jen is so HOT!!!He asked her for her number. She gave it to him. At his stop in New Haven he asked if he could text her and she said that he was welcome to. Just before he arose from his seat she leaned in and kissed him. Tongues intertwined just briefly before he departed, he must of been on edge to explode.
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Just Brett and I…
Friday Brett came over after work and he and Jen got right to it. There was no hesitation and I watched them fuck in the living room while I prepared dinner. After his first release into her we switched tasks and I gave her oral. It had been some time since I had the pleasure and I realized just how much I enjoyed licking her in this condition and how much she enjoyed it. After dinner he did a repeat and so did I.
We talked with him about the Yale guy, Jen had forgotten his name. He pointed out the pictures we sent via text were the originals and contained location data. We acknowledged our rookie mistake and agreed any more sext pictures would need to be converted to screen shots. He amused himself reading and viewing the sexts that Jen had sent to the Yale guy.
Jen slept with Brett that night and came to me at day break. I cleaned her pussy for the third time, a real mess, and then made love to her. We all went to the gym that morning and then Jen and I spent the day together catching up on chores. While out and about she was texting with Jon, catching up. His new relationship was going well but he admitted that he missed Jen greatly. His new girlfriend was not as adventurous as Jen but he was working on it with her. Knowing he missed her elevated Jen’s ego instantly. She was still texting Yale guy and their conversations were mostly sexual innuendo. All these communications kept her upbeat.
Saturday night Brett was over our house by dinner time. For the first time since she had gotten home from Maryland he heard the intimate details of her times with Mark, her ex boyfriend. This generated a frank conversation about risks and she agreed that maybe we should tone things down a bit. Brett seemed to have more influence in this area than did I! She was adamant that her time with Mark was a one off event and there would be no repeat connection with him at any future date. In fact she must have been clear enough on this to him as he had not made any attempt at contacting her. As for Yale guy it seemed to be a thrill for her to sext with him but she did not anticipate anything to come of it. Ross was not heard from either so that fling seemed a one time situation as well.
So, for the foreseeable future it looked like Brett and I would have to carry the burden of satisfying her. I was very comfortable with the situation. I enjoyed Brett’s developing friendship and Jen really relished having him as a sexual partner. And I got very turned on by watching him satisfy her. Ironically I did not have any reservations about their relationship as I knew he could give her a different type of satisfaction than I could. She was happy, I was happy. The absence of jealousy was amazing.
Friday Brett came over after work and he and Jen got right to it. There was no hesitation and I watched them fuck in the living room while I prepared dinner. After his first release into her we switched tasks and I gave her oral. It had been some time since I had the pleasure and I realized just how much I enjoyed licking her in this condition and how much she enjoyed it. After dinner he did a repeat and so did I.
We talked with him about the Yale guy, Jen had forgotten his name. He pointed out the pictures we sent via text were the originals and contained location data. We acknowledged our rookie mistake and agreed any more sext pictures would need to be converted to screen shots. He amused himself reading and viewing the sexts that Jen had sent to the Yale guy.
Jen slept with Brett that night and came to me at day break. I cleaned her pussy for the third time, a real mess, and then made love to her. We all went to the gym that morning and then Jen and I spent the day together catching up on chores. While out and about she was texting with Jon, catching up. His new relationship was going well but he admitted that he missed Jen greatly. His new girlfriend was not as adventurous as Jen but he was working on it with her. Knowing he missed her elevated Jen’s ego instantly. She was still texting Yale guy and their conversations were mostly sexual innuendo. All these communications kept her upbeat.
Saturday night Brett was over our house by dinner time. For the first time since she had gotten home from Maryland he heard the intimate details of her times with Mark, her ex boyfriend. This generated a frank conversation about risks and she agreed that maybe we should tone things down a bit. Brett seemed to have more influence in this area than did I! She was adamant that her time with Mark was a one off event and there would be no repeat connection with him at any future date. In fact she must have been clear enough on this to him as he had not made any attempt at contacting her. As for Yale guy it seemed to be a thrill for her to sext with him but she did not anticipate anything to come of it. Ross was not heard from either so that fling seemed a one time situation as well.
So, for the foreseeable future it looked like Brett and I would have to carry the burden of satisfying her. I was very comfortable with the situation. I enjoyed Brett’s developing friendship and Jen really relished having him as a sexual partner. And I got very turned on by watching him satisfy her. Ironically I did not have any reservations about their relationship as I knew he could give her a different type of satisfaction than I could. She was happy, I was happy. The absence of jealousy was amazing.
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More Sexting Please…
Jen’s new kink was exposing herself to Yale guy. Sunday we were all together again and Jen requested that I take a picture of her pussy after Brett was done with it. I happily watched him plow her doggy at the kitchen table and when he finished putting a load of sperm in her I went to work on my photography skills. Using her phone in portrait mode, I zoomed in on her, her labia splayed, clit swollen and her hole open slightly so if the light was right you could have seen inside her. There was cum at her entrance but not enough for a porn worthy shot. So I fingered some of Brett’s cum to the entrance of her hole and a rope of sperm suspended off of her clit for about an inch and one half. Still thick enough so gravity could not do its work, the resulting photo is still one of my favorites to this day. A perfect pussy that had been perfectly fucked and the evidence perfectly suspended from her folds. The amazing vision of her vagina still gapping from the penetration of a larger than normal cock was priceless. Everyone of us took a turn critiquing the photo before is was screen shot and sent to Yale guy.
Jen suggested that there should be an after shot, one in which her pussy was squeaky clean from her husbands best work. I of course obliged. For those that are not into this sort of task I would point out that there is a marked difference in fresh cum licked from a pussy. Cleaning Jen up when there had been some time between the task and the fucking, the cum liquified and mixed with her fluids, making the aftermath less noticeable as actual cum. However the immediate cleaning I performed on her was of Brett’s intact cum and that always coated my mouth with a lingering flavor, as well as the odd sensation of my teeth feeling very clean or dry. This I had experienced many times before, particularly with Jon’s cum.
With my work done I switched to my other obligation as a photographer and Yale guy got a followup sext of a glistening clean, but still visibly used pussy. He commented immediately after each photo was received and was very interested in what we were all doing together and wanted more. Upon Jen giving him an explanation of what the 2nd photo represented he started texting back many questions, intrigued with our tryst. Of particular interest to him was the fact that I would even engage in cleaning her pussy to begin with. One of his questions was wether she identified as Poly since she had told him on the train that she was the only one having multiple partners.
Jen’s new kink was exposing herself to Yale guy. Sunday we were all together again and Jen requested that I take a picture of her pussy after Brett was done with it. I happily watched him plow her doggy at the kitchen table and when he finished putting a load of sperm in her I went to work on my photography skills. Using her phone in portrait mode, I zoomed in on her, her labia splayed, clit swollen and her hole open slightly so if the light was right you could have seen inside her. There was cum at her entrance but not enough for a porn worthy shot. So I fingered some of Brett’s cum to the entrance of her hole and a rope of sperm suspended off of her clit for about an inch and one half. Still thick enough so gravity could not do its work, the resulting photo is still one of my favorites to this day. A perfect pussy that had been perfectly fucked and the evidence perfectly suspended from her folds. The amazing vision of her vagina still gapping from the penetration of a larger than normal cock was priceless. Everyone of us took a turn critiquing the photo before is was screen shot and sent to Yale guy.
Jen suggested that there should be an after shot, one in which her pussy was squeaky clean from her husbands best work. I of course obliged. For those that are not into this sort of task I would point out that there is a marked difference in fresh cum licked from a pussy. Cleaning Jen up when there had been some time between the task and the fucking, the cum liquified and mixed with her fluids, making the aftermath less noticeable as actual cum. However the immediate cleaning I performed on her was of Brett’s intact cum and that always coated my mouth with a lingering flavor, as well as the odd sensation of my teeth feeling very clean or dry. This I had experienced many times before, particularly with Jon’s cum.
With my work done I switched to my other obligation as a photographer and Yale guy got a followup sext of a glistening clean, but still visibly used pussy. He commented immediately after each photo was received and was very interested in what we were all doing together and wanted more. Upon Jen giving him an explanation of what the 2nd photo represented he started texting back many questions, intrigued with our tryst. Of particular interest to him was the fact that I would even engage in cleaning her pussy to begin with. One of his questions was wether she identified as Poly since she had told him on the train that she was the only one having multiple partners.
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And more story please !!
No, I'm joking, it's a great work, thanks.
Well... not so much a joke, actually, I already need more !
No, I'm joking, it's a great work, thanks.
Well... not so much a joke, actually, I already need more !
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Thank you, Ray-Man! You are a star!
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I agree with Frenchie.....I think.