The chapters are written in chronological order. For a better understanding of the characters and their mindsets I would recommend reading the chapters in order of publication.
If you do not like stories of wives who stray or marriages where partners are shared I would consider moving on to other stories that are available.
For those of you that have and provided comments, thank you. I have made some changes in Chapter 4 based on your comments' Chapter 5 will be released shortly.
Prologue -- The story is from the POV of the husband of a 42 year old wife/mother who was very content with her life. Things change when she is assigned to a project out of town. It is the first time she has lived totally independent and she finds the freedom intoxicating, add in a charismatic neighbor and you have recipe for trouble.
Chapter 4
Over the next few of months things were going great for Frankie and me. We were back together. We alternated weekends which was easier on her. Frankie and Jess became best friends with benefits. Usually sleeping together one or two times a week depending on the weekend situation. Sometimes they stayed at Jess' other times I was able to watch. When I came up the three of us were inseparable. We enjoyed each other both emotionally and sexually. Jess even came home one weekend that the kids were out of town at events. As I said things were great.
Frankie and I had many conversations about her blooming sexuality. We discussed things she might want to try, fantasies she had, and experiences Frankie felt she missed out on when she was younger. She started reading more about the sexual universe and was amazed what some people find to be sexually stimulating.
We discussed topics like swapping, bondage, gang bangs, role playing, me watching her, her watching me. She mentioned anal sex which was something we had tried without success because it was to painful due to my size but mentioned she might want to try it with someone smaller. She brought up a scenario where she would pick up a stranger at a bar. I was okay with any or all of this as long as I was a part of the decision; we were together and experienced it together.
She even mentioned she had never made love to a teenage boy. I reminded her she was a mother to one. She said, "I know and not thinking about him."
I responded, "That's good at least I know you have some boundaries."
She went on to say, "For that matter the only two lovers I have had are now in the 40s and 50s. I have never had a teenager or a 20 something it might be fun seeing if I could keep up with them."
She also mentioned having sex with a black man. I told her, "I will work on that."
She just smiled laugh and said, "Get on it."
We were very content with our relationship and the relationship with Jess but I could tell Frankie needed something new and soon.
Over the last few months attending the BBQs when in town Frankie and I have had to deal with seeing and even talking with Jason. He always made an effort to find a way to talk with Frankie alone and at times gently touch her in a friendly way which would upset me but did not seem to bother her.
After the last BBQ we attended I asked her, "Do you still think about Jason and the night you were together?"
She answered, "Of course I do and to be truthful I do think about doing it again but only if you were there with me or at least had your permission."
I told her, "I don't think I could do that at least not yet."
She said, "I understand"
I still had tension when I was around him. There were times I wanted to walk over and kick his ass but Frankie would hate me for it. I understand he just likes what other men like, women, and does not have much of conscience when it comes to how he gets them. I just don't like him wanting my woman. Another dynamic was changing and that was Jess and Jason were again talking and both Frankie and I felt something was developing between the two of them. This was something else that was starting to bother me as I was becoming quite fond of Jess.
Unfortunately for me I still could not get their mating out of my head. Having watched it with the hidden cameras burned the images into my brain. It was always there in the background coming to the forefront every time his name was mentioned or we saw him at the BBQ. I always wondered what was going through Frankie's thoughts when she saw him or heard his name. Did she lust for him, did she get wet for him? I always wondered if she was thinking of him when she was making love with me. Was she going to lunch with him and planning another rendezvous. She did not know that I knew they conspired that weekend for her to stay there knowing that I had to stay home. There were times, especially when we were apart, that these thoughts consumed me. Having the cameras helped because I saw no signs of any interaction between the two of them.
I was coming up for the weekend and arrived early Friday to have lunch with my old teammate Anton Riley who was the new Basketball coach for our Alma Mater. Even though I was coming to town periodically our schedules never seemed to match up. Anton and I have known each other since our early teenage years playing basketball in the inner city of our hometown. We actually played for different schools but played against and together on the playgrounds. During college we were roommates for all four years and he was best man at our wedding.
Anton was our point guard; he was the captain of the ship. I was the power forward. We were the D2 answer for Malone & Stockton. We were also known as Night and Day. He was Night due to being black and I was Day for obvious reasons. We were also known as the two biggest pussy chasers in the mid-Atlantic area. We chased and caught a lot of pussy. He is the only man I know who has a longer dick than me. Only a ½ inch but that took him to the 10" mark that I never made. It always pissed me off. He had me in length but I had him in girth.
