My wife and I have a strange kind of relationship. Looking back on everything now she must have had a plan from the very beginning. I know for a fact, I would never had agreed to this “special” relationship we have, if it had been discussed before we were married. It took careful, step-by-step planning to get us to where we are now.
My wife Loraine admitted to me that she was bisexual on our first date. Like most men this did nothing to discourage me. That very moment I knew I wanted to marry her. Heck, I worshiped her inside and out. She was everything I ever wanted in a woman. Her blue eyes, blonde hair and childlike smile drove me crazy every time I looked at her.
Those first few months of our relationship were special. I remember how I cherished and suckled her small but perky breasts as I sometimes masturbated myself to orgasm. She seemed to enjoy this type of worship and never once discouraged it.
We enjoyed this type of sensual lovemaking until the day I asked her to be my wife. That’s when everything changed.
She wanted to abstain from having sex until our wedding night. Sure, I bellyached about it for a little while but I wanted to make her happy. And if doing without for a couple months made her happy then so be it.
She wasn’t completely cruel though. About a month before our wedding date she suggested that I try on her silk panties, she explained that lately her bisexual fantasies seemed to running rampant. She said that it might be a way to combine heterosexual sex with the fantasy of making love to a woman.
At first my heart sank. There were so many conflicting emotions that I didn’t know which way I would go. First and foremost was the thought of giving up my masculinity so freely. I knew that if Loraine saw me in a pair of woman’s underwear she might not ever see me the same way again. However she was persistent and loving about her request. She reassured me by telling me that a lot of couples play dress up and there was nothing to be ashamed of.
That night she picked out a pair of frilly pink panties for me to wear. I ate her sweet pussy as I masturbated and stained the front of my underwear. After the thrill of kinky sex was gone, I instantly felt ashamed. It didn’t help that she kept telling me how pretty I looked.
After that first night, the panties became a frequent staple in our sexual menu.
Three years into our marriage Loraine began regularly seeing a woman in her office. However, she never talked much about their sexual encounters. I think that was the most disappointing thing about the whole situation. I still fantasize about my wife lapping at some women’s shaved pussy. Oh well, she never said she would include me in that part of her life so I guess I had no right to expect it.
Last year, her and her friend ended the relationship. Loraine told me that even though she was bi she had feelings of guilt whenever they were together. She continued by explaining that if she wanted feminine she had her sweet husband here to satisfy her.
Things began to change quickly after that. Loraine started going out even more frequently than she had when she was seeing her lady friend. I questioned her briefly about it one night, as she was getting ready for one of her late night excursions.
“I didn’t think you were going to going to see any other women?” I meekly asked.
She obviously didn’t feel comfortable with the topic and attempted to change the subject. “Have you seen my black thong honey?”
“Is it anyone I know?”
She kind of brushed by me pretending to look elsewhere for her garment. “I thought I washed it yesterday, but I guess its still in the laundry.”
“If you don’t want to talk about it- I guess.” I began but was interrupted by her sigh.
“Oh sweetie, I really didn’t want to talk about this right now, but I have always been truthful to you and I don’t want to stop now- so…” She said as she sat down on the edge of the bed. “I’ve been seeing Richard- you know the guy that lives on Chestnut Street- the blue and white house.”
My heart sank. I had always accepted her extramarital affairs with women but that was completely different. Up until that moment I never once felt cheated on- now my wife of seven years was telling me that she was seeing someone else.
My jaw dropped open and I sat there completely speechless.