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My wife “Kristen” and I have been together for six years now. We have a strong, loving relationship, but we’re old enough to understand that love and sex are complex.
We have a vivid and active sex live, and we love to role-play cheating, cuckolding and swapping scenarios.
It’s fun to turn each other on and play with that mix of jealousy and arousal in each other. Sometimes I tell her stories about past sexual conquests, she gets off thinking about me fucking other women.
She likes to tease me too – one of our favorite topics for dirty talk is her past history with her ex husband. He was kind of a jerk and she cheated on him with a co-worker.
She had a steamy, short-live affair with the co-worker but ultimately broke it off and stayed with her ex husband for a few more years. I love it when she tells me details about their relationship, how they would sneak off at lunch and go on “work trips” together. Her husband had no idea this was going on, at least not until she told him.
This co-worker “John” was in love with her and never forgot about her, he even left his wife after the affair thinking that they were meant to be together. When she divorced her ex she dated around for a while but John was in a relationship and they never got together again.
We love talking about sex with other people and her past relationship but we haven’t acted on it, partly because fantasy is more fun than reality and partly due to inertia and having busy lives, a kid, etc. We just don’t have the energy to be going on dates and developing outside relationships.
That is until recently. About a month ago, John (who lives several thousand miles away in a different city) was visiting a friend in our city. By coincidence, this friend “Emma” knows Kristen – they met since she and I married and she moved to my city. Emma mentioned that John was in town to Kristen and she said something to me.
Very intriguing! I asked what she thought about it and she said she really wanted to talk to him while he was in town. She asked if it was OK and of course I said yes – with a big grin on my face. Her cheeks flushed red for a second and she laughed it off but it was clear we were both thinking the same thing.
The next evening I had a yoga class, so she made plans to meet up with John for a glass of wine after work to reminisce about the old days. I told her to have fun and she said she would update me throughout the evening.
That morning before work I could tell she was a little nervous – she put on an extra-cute flowing black blouse with a cropped hemline and an open collar that hinted at her still-firm tits. On the bottom, a nice pair of barrel-leg jeans over square-toed Mary-Jane flats gave “hipster Gen X mom”. She looked put together but wasn’t trying too hard.
Yoga ran until 8:00. As soon as I finished, I toweled off and checked my phone – her location pinged the hotel bar she said she was meeting him at. She sent me a text when she got there to say that he was there and they were talking. I got home, took a shower and made myself something to eat.
About an hour later, she texted to say she was having fun with a wink emoji and ask how I was doing. I told her everything was fine. I wanted to ask lots of questions about how the evening was going but I also didn’t want to spoil the mood on her date so I left her alone. As you can imagine I had a raging hard on thinking about all the things they could be doing. Her location was still the hotel bar.
Eventually I got ready for bed and checked my phone for updates. She texted me back “We’re going back to Emma’s house for a nightcap. I’ll let you know when I head home.” The tease was almost too much to bear – I responded with a heart emoji and jerked off thinking about what they could be doing, imagining her and John making out, or even fucking. My mind was racing 100 miles an hour.
I fell asleep after I came for a few hours. I woke up around 2:00 to the chime of my messages. “Hey baby, headed back in an Uber. That was so fun… I can’t wait to tell you about everything.” Wink emoji.
I could barely contain myself – so many excited thoughts were running through my head. Luckily I didn’t have to wait long, I heard her come in through the front door downstairs about half an hour later. I could tell she was a little drunk by the clumsy noises she made as she came up the stairs.
When she got in she pulled off her shoes and pants in the dark, sat on her side of the bed and turned on the bedside lamp. I could see her makeup was off and her hair was a mess but she had the biggest, most mischievous grin on her face.
“Well?” I said expectantly, nervously.
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