This is a long story of how my wife Jackie and I began exploring our kinks and fantasies in bed, and how I nearly lost her to a couple of different hot studs over the course of several weeks.
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Jackie and I had been married for 3 years, and together for nearly 10. We were Young professionals in our twenties when we met and in our mid 30s when we realized that what had been done as a sizzling can't-get-my-hands-off-you sex life, became a once per week, that is only if we are not exhausted, sex. And it was just that, sex. It wasn't the lusty, passionate, full on love making or fucking or as we used to call it, love-fucking
Mind you, Jackie was still sexy as fuck. She was 35, blonde, with awesome perky college girl tits, amazing hips, and a round, full butt that made heads turn in the summer. She had a pretty face even after a mind-numbing sleep with no makeup on, and with moderate makeup she was an absolute stunner. Her smile was not only radiant, but at times it was downright slutty, I don't know, sexy, I don't know sultry, heck I can't find the right word for it. It'll become important later but a little tidbit I loved about her is that she would put on deep red lipstick and give me a slow blowjob that would drive me absolutely nuts, I never did last more than 4 minutes at best.
One night as we lay in bed I was telling her the story of how I watched, hell nearly shared, my high school girlfriend Paulina. This piqued Jackie's curiosity, she never realized that I was the kind of guy who would like to watch his girl being pleasured. I confessed to her that I was indeed into some kind of stag-vixen relationship, but that was only because of compersion, not for some weird cuckolding fantasy. Now as an aside, I had imagined Jackie getting it on with a stranger, but I never, ever in my life would have imagined that not only would I watch her, but that it would go way Beyond my wildest fantasies, heck it would overwhelm me.
Over the next week we decided that the best way to explore my kink was to have her go to a bar alone, and for me to catch up a bit later, and see what, if anything, had developed. We pick a bar that was known for other young professionals stopping by, because it was in downtown. The first Friday we went there, it was rather bleak, as it had just snowed and we failed to realize or calculate that the crowd would be so thin, it was mostly a couple of guys who couldn't get a ride home and were stuck downtown. Things got way more interesting next Friday though.
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The next Friday we decided that Jackie would leave to go to the same bar from her work, and I would follow her about an hour later, as I worked closer to the bar then she did. Jackie and I went to work, and I realized that she had dressed up in her tight black dress, 4 in heels, and yes, that deep dark red lipstick. She looked like an absolute vixen, ready to punce on her next prey.
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The office.
I had a call with a Korean client from 7:00 p.m. to 8:00 p.m. that night and the idea was that I would join her around 8:30 at the bar. The bar was no more than a couple hundred yards away from my office. However the call went way later than I anticipated, and it ended at 9:15 p.m. I was tired, then I suddenly realized that the game was on – and it was tonight!
I opened my personal phone in the office washroom, and was greeted with several texts from Jackie:
805 p.m. Hey babe, I'm at the bar, it's very full. Going to be here for a while, see you soon
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8:12 p.m. Hey you, been chatting with a couple of guys, not much interest. Maybe I am dressed too high maintenance?
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8:26 p.m. hey you, this cute guy just ordered a drink at the other end of the bar. Looked at me, I blushed. I think he might want to approach me. Fuck, my heart is pounding. Love you.
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8:40 p.m. hey, it's me. Texting you from the ladies bathroom, his name is Ben. He's an x firefighter, now a forensic analyst with [redacted]. He is, like really fucking good looking. Do you mind if I flirt with him? He's been flirting with me hard, but I've been kind of backing off. You coming?
She was tipsy, I could tell from the shift in her language from serious to playful.
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9:01 p.m. hey sexy, Ben's nice, cute, hot. We've been flirting and I feel, don't know, sexy in a way, but I feel so fucking guilty! Where ARE YOU?? He wanted me to dance with him, and I don't know if I should. See you here?
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I couldn't have stepped out of the office and down the elevators faster if I tried. My wife, my sexy hot 35 year old blonde wife in a tight black dress and red lipstick, was flirting with an x firefighter. My heart was pounding and nothing even had happened yet – not that I knew of. I raced to the bar, nearly slipping twice on the ice. The bar was further away than I remembered. I checked my phone in the building elevator, it 9:45 p.m. God damn, I was so late.
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The bar.
When I got to the top floor, where the bar was, it was dim, the music was loud, the bar was glistening in low dim yellow lighting, interspersed with red strobe lighting. The bar counter itself was at the other end of the room and behind that was a dance floor, and at the other end of that was an open air, but heated rooftop balcony, that gave a full view of the city.
The room was crowded, people congregating at different stand-up tables, bottles clinking, loud conversation, laughter. From my vantage point, I could see Jackie at the bar, sitting beside a guy, his back turned to me. She was talking to him, their faces were very close, and she seemed to have a slight smile. He must have said something funny, because she threw her head back and laughed, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, her glistening red lips curving up in a smile. I was immediately jealous – she was laughing at a stranger's jokes, and somewhere deep down inside me that stung a bit. Suddenly my phone buzzed again,
9:16 p.m. hey, Ben wants to dance. Where are you? Is this a game? Am I going to be here alone for the rest of the night?
She must have sent that just as I was leaving the office, but I guess I just received it? I realized that the two elevator rides might have obstructed the signal or something. It was now 9:45 p.m.. My phone buzzed again.
9:30 p.m. okay so I danced with him, nothing really happened. Kept his hands to himself, but he's really fucking cute.
Another missed text.
I look back at them and … Ben was gone? Jackie as well? As I scanned the room, I briefly saw them heading through the small door to the dance room. They were going to dance again. I was going to watch.
In my rush, I’d forgotten to go to the washroom, and I really had to go now. I went out of the bar and into the washroom, and came back. It would have been no longer than 5 minutes, tops.
I came back to the bar, and made my way towards the counter, to the same spot where Jackie was only moments before, the bartender came to me, and I ordered a beer. Didn't really care which one, I just needed a drink. I took my beer and I headed through the door to the right of the bar, and into the dance room.
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The dance room.
This room was even louder, the music pounding through the speakers on the walls, bodies were packed in, people were gyrating to the thumping beat. There were a few couples dancing with enough room between them for Jesus. Platonic coworkers I guessed. There was nothing platonic about Jackie and Ben's dancing. He was holding her close, his hand was just above her hip, they were face to face. He said something to her smiling, and she smiled, then look back at him. He had this look that all guys have when they're about to kiss a woman for the first time. Ben had that look. He tilted his head down towards her and they began making out on the dance floor. My heart was pounding. I watched with a heat that spread down from my throat down to my heart in my chest, as their lips caress each other. His tongue flitted with her lower lip, then Jackie reciprocated. My chest was warm, the beer bottle in my hand felt cold. I was mesmerized. Finally, their kiss broke. After another minute of dancing, they began making out again, this time Jackie's tongue was fiercely exploring Ben's mouth. His hand was on her butt, gently squeezing and caressing her cheeks. I hadn't realized that I was sipping my beer so fast, it was empty. I needed another.
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The second beer.
This time I ordered something stronger, something darker. I made my way back to the dance room with my glass, but Jackie and Ben were nowhere to be seen. I walked through the tightly packed floor, a few pretty girls caught my eye. I went to the open air rooftop balcony at the far end of room. They weren't here either. I circled the perimeter of the balcony scanning for a sign of Jackie, and as I turned around, through the swarm of bodies, I saw them. They were in the corner just inside the balcony, on the dance side of the large red curtains. Ben had her pinned against the wall, his hands were roaming her hips, his lips were planting slow kisses on her neck. Jackie's head was tilted back, her deep red lipstick now only a smooth light red, smudged and smeared by their heavy kissing. Her mouth was slightly parted open, and I could see her breathing heavily even from this far away. I never imagined watching my wife like this, but this was hot. Really hot. Ben switched from kissing her neck to making out with her, and she responded with an urgency of her own, her own hands now squeezing his butt. After a minute of heavy kissing, she pulled away. She smiled at him, leaning into his ear, and whispered something. He took out his phone and started typing. She was giving him her number. She checked her own phone, and moments later my phone buzzed.
10:47 p.m. holy. fuck. I need you. Right now. You missed the action. See you home.
This was quite unlike Jackie, she usually loved the long foreplay. When I went home, I did not tell her that I had seen everything. She told me her side of the story, everything. We fucked like rabbits that night.
Then, she said that on her way back, Ben had asked her if she wanted to have a drink next Wednesday. She told me that she said yes. It was on. I was in.
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