Hello Everyone. Thank You, first off, for leaving so many comments on my last post. I read each and every one. There was some good advice, and some harsh opinions. But I take it all to heart. I know that deep inside everyone wants the best for me. The only comment I didn't appreciate was the person who said that what I wrote was silly. You might think my life is silly, but I sure don't. I also take exception to the person who said that a wife would never talk to her husband that way. All I have to say is that you don't know Maria. My wife is brutally honest. I might paraphrase her words from time to time but the essence is the same.
To recap, my wife Maria has taken a lover and has told me that I need to "deal with it." After a lot of deliberation, I told Maria that I was going to stick it out. As a result I am now sharing her affections with another man. And not just any man, but a male stripper named Thor. Why do I put up with it? I guess it's because I'm so deeply devoted to Maria. Although that may have changed after last night. Because last night was without a doubt the most humiliating experience of my life.
I must warn the unsuspecting reader. The humiliations I am about to describe surpass any previous definition of obscene and enter the realm of the truly abhorrent. If you have a weak heart, or a weak stomach, now would be a good time to stop reading.
I suppose I should begin by describing my wife, since she is the catalyst of my undoing. Maria has long black hair, dark brown eyes, and a fantastic body. Whenever she looks at me, I feel as if I am standing naked in the wind. It's as if she can see inside my heart and knows how hopelessly smitten I am by her beauty. For all the readers who advised me to just dump my wife, you probably don't realize that Maria is the only beautiful woman who has ever paid attention to me. It's hard to turn your back on that kind of good fortune. If you were in my shoes, with a face and body as unimpressive as mine, you would be just as conflicted as I am.
After I reluctantly agreed that Maria could keep seeing Thor, she made another date with him. The whole time she was out on her date I felt sick with jealousy. When I left for work the next morning she still hadn't come home. I didn't see her until I got back from work the next evening. I had to bring up how insecure I felt about this new arrangement. I figured I owed it to myself. In response Maria suggested that we have Thor over for dinner, so I could meet him myself. She kept telling me what a nice guy he was. She said that if I got the chance to meet him, I wouldn't feel so insecure. I wasn't sure if it was a good idea, but I finally relented and said Okay.
So last night it finally happened. My wife's lover came over for a drink.
The evening began like any other. I came home from work and put on a pair of jeans. Maria told me to tidy up the place while she changed her clothes. I was dusting our wedding picture when an insistent knock came at the door. Inside my chest, my heart started pounding just as hard.
I opened the door and there he was. A big muscular jerk with a smug look on his face. Thor walked in without waiting for me to invite him inside. That should have been a hint right there. He went into our kitchen like he owned the place and poured himself a Jack and Coke, which annoyed me because he used the last bit of whiskey. I poured myself a glass of water and then we both sat down in the living room. What follows is more or less a transcription of the conversation we had. I hope it doesn't sound silly. I didn't have a tape recorder. But I'll try to recapture it as best I can.
I remember that Thor held up his drink to look at it closer. "This drink is a lot like Maria," he said.
At that point I was still trying to be a good host.
"Yes," I said, agreeing with him. "She is intoxicating."
He frowned impatiently, as if I didn't understand his meaning. "You've got three ingredients: whiskey, ice, and Coke. These are common, easy to acquire. But put these things together in the right measure and you've got magic."
"I know what you mean."
"Do you really?" Thor leaned forward.
"I think so." I was starting to feel uneasy.
He stared at me for a moment and then eased back into the chair. He turned his attention once again to his drink.
"The whiskey represents Maria's ability to blur a man's senses," he said slowly. "And then there's the ice, which represents her demeanor. And then there's the Coke..."
"What does that represent?"
"Her dark side."
"That's pretty cool," I said.
"Yes, it is pretty cool. It's what makes her irresistible."
"To being irresistible," I said and raised my glass of water.
Thor raised his glass of Jack and Coke. We both took deep swallows.
"Well well. What have we here?" Thor said loudly.
Maria walked into the room and my eyes nearly fell out of my head. My wife was wearing a short black skirt, black stockings, and a pair of six-inch black high heels.
As she strutted across the room my heart burned with jealousy. My wife had never dressed that way for me. I wondered why she would do that for Thor, and then I remembered our conversation from last week. Maria had been very forthcoming about why she liked Thor. She had said that it came down to the size of his dick. As I watched my wife strut past, I burned with jealousy. Damn, I wish I had a big dick.
On a side note, I think I might get dick extension surgery. From what I hear it doesn't take too long to heal. Sure, it would look ugly at first, but it would be worth it. The truth is that I would go through any ordeal, and pay any amount of money, to add even a quarter inch to my penis. I made up my mind as I looked at Maria in her sexy outfit. More than anything I just want to please her.
At that point Maria dimmed the lights and went to sit on Thor's lap. My heart sank in my chest.
"Why don't you go sit by your husband?" Thor said. "He looks a little lonely."
Maria smiled as if she just got some private joke.
She sat down next to me on the couch and pressed her leg against mine. "So Dexter," she said in a sultry voice. "Do you like the way I'm dressed tonight?"
"Why yes!" I said with great eagerness. "You are as lovely as a flower." I always tell my wife that she's beautiful, but I was happy to tell her yet again.
What came out of her mouth next truly shocked me. "Let me ask you something, Dexter. If you could ask me to do anything, sexually I mean, what would it be?"
I couldn't believe she was asking a question like that in front of Thor. But that's how Maria is. She doesn't mince words. I decided to be just as blunt with my answer. After all, two can play at that game.
"Honey," I said. "If I could request anything from you, it would be oral sex."
"What a naughty boy you are!" Maria said smirking. "Well, I guess I can do that for you. Since you've been nice enough to let me keep seeing Thor."
She looked over her shoulder at her lover. "What do you think, Thor? Should I give my husband head?"
"Sure" Thor chuckled. "He looks like he could use a little fun."
I felt humiliated that my wife was asking her lover's opinion on the matter. But I was grateful that I was about to get head from my beautiful wife. Her lips were so succulent. I couldn't wait to feel them on my penis.
