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True Experience. Please read Part 1 First for the full story.
The following morning my wife shared a few more details. Their first date had gone very well, the conversation had flowed and she was very very attracted to him. They had long chats about life and he was fascinated that she had a husband who allowed her to date other men yet was faithful to her. She said they shared their first kiss when they got in the car to drive home and in her words she ‘felt it all over, making me tingle’. The following days she was walking around on Cloud 9 and there was no surprise when several more dates followed. The dates moved on to dinner, trips to the cinema and theatre etc and then days out. She did not sleep with him for the first 6 weeks or so, she told me that she wanted to make him work for it so he would want her so badly and make their first time amazing when it finally came. Them working in the same company had its pros and cons, they could message each other and even go to lunch if they wanted but they decided to try and keep work and home separate (as she was a married woman she did not want gossip) and try to keep their relationship secret from their colleagues.
During this time we developed a predate routine which I found very erotic, with me helping her choose her outfits which were always very sexy and helping her get ready, cleaning her heels, helping step into them, doing up zips, buttons etc. Her language towards me became sharper and more humiliating, she would scold me reminding me of my inadequacies in the bedroom asking me “what kind of husband allows his wife to go out with another man dressed like this?” A question I never had an answer to.
The dates got longer first a few hours then sometimes all day extending into the evening. My angst grew as her attachment to him became obvious. After 6 weeks one mid-week evening, she told me that she was going to have sex with him that weekend. She told me they had waited long enough, and that she and him could not wait any longer, by that time it had been months since her gym boyfriend and she was very sexually frustrated. She told me “I have cock teased that poor guy enough”.
That Saturday morning she packed an overnight bag to stay at his. I helped her choose her lingerie, sexy and classy black lace. She also packed her black silk chemise with spagetti straps which I had seen her in so many times early in our marriage (but not in recent years). It just covered her bum cheeks and I knew how sexy she is in it, when she wanted sex she used to wear it with no underwear on (she has an amazing bum). Seeing that being put in her over night bag brought back many memories and sent my jealousy sky rocketing. The guy was going to think all his Christmas’ had come at once. Her outfit was casual but sexy. She kissed me a peck on the cheek goodbye, saying she did not want to spoil her make up when I went for a proper kiss. There was no big ‘are you sure?’, we had gone way past that. I just asked if she could let me know when the deed had been done and she said she would. We told each other we loved each other and she left, I watched her get into the car and she drove off. I knew we had reacted a big moment in our relationship, there was no turning back.
I would like to say that I resisted the urge to wank but that would be a lie, I went to the wash bin and grabbed one of her dirty thongs and a pair of her heels from work took them to the bedroom and wanked furiously into them. The post nut clarity then hit me, I must admit I started to cry. I watched her on the app, she had arrived at his place. After an hour or so I managed to compose myself as I felt horny again. I tried to distracted myself watching TV, I opened a beer, I was just not that hungry. I watched TV only breaking for a second wank), but was really watching the clock, 8, 9, 10pm went by, there was nothing on my phone but that was what I expected, she was not one to send updates at 11pm I went to bed and wanked for the third time that evening. At midnight just as I was drifting off my phone lit up with a text from her. No words just a smiling face emoji, it was her way of saying that the deed had been done. I cried again from the emotion of it all. I finally went to sleep in the early hours exhausted from emotion and wanking, my marriage had changed forever.
The next day the house felt very empty waking up without her in the bed next to me, there was air silence from her on my phone. I resisted the urge to text her and tried took the dog for a walk in a bit of a daze. At midday she text me again to say that they were going for Sunday lunch and she would be home early evening. I replied fine and that I loved her, she replied in kind.
Finally at 7pm she walked back in through the door. I was on tender hooks, she was glowing and looked amazing. It’s a clique but when I kissed her I was sure that I could smell him and sex on her. She seemed a little apprehensive not sure how I would react. She sat down and I poured her a wine, I blurted out so many questions. She said yes it was mind blowing she never knew sex could be that amazing. It’s a clique but I had to ask about his cock, yes she said it was huge in comparison to mine but more importantly he stayed rock hard for her all night. She also said that his cock ‘had a huge head’ which ‘opened her up’, hearing that made me go rock hard. They had dinner and wine at his flat which was prepared by him then they went to bed about 10pm and had sex for the first time, she said by then they were virtually ripping clothes off each other, they did it again in the middle of the night and for a third time in the morning as they lay in. Yes she had changed into the chemise for him. She said she never knew sex could be like that, she said tender but powerful. She had orgasmed many times from his cock. They did not use condoms as she was on the pill (for medical reasons) so he had planted his seed in her 3 times. Then they showered (she did not say together) and he had taken her to his local pub for Sunday lunch. I said “you really like him don’t you”, she replied “yes”. I asked “ do I have anything to worry about”, she paused for a moment and replied “no as long as you don’t get jealous everything will be just fine”.
She then went to have a shower and we went to bed. We cuddled up both exhausted, I did not try for any reclaim sex as it did not seem right to try (ED) and she would have said no anyway. She had just had the sex of her life and had gone straight to sleep. I wanked yet again next to her and went to sleep as well.
Part 3 to follow.
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