Author's note.
Well, that
escalated
quickly.
So far, I have been called a
sissy, loser, cuck, and dumb ass.
Amy has been called a
slut, whorewife, whore, and brain-dead cunt.
All this because my wife blew a guy and then we had a threesome.
I love the comments and criticism though.
It's a fascinating social experiment in some ways.
I had no idea that this category would be this hotly contested and defended.
The
roll play observation is the kind of feedback that resonates with me.
The baked goods comment made me laugh.
The rest is interesting though.
Aside from the inane dialogue comment, which puzzles me as much of the dialogue, while not verbatim, has actually transpired between my wife and me.
What really interests me are the personal attacks and name calling.
I have a theory on this.
So, while I considered moving this to the Interracial section for obvious reasons, the feedback has motivated me to leave it in the Loving Wives section.
GFY.
The next day Byron sent a nice message thanking us and complimenting Amy. We sent a short response back and told him we were concerned about the bareback thing. He responded by showing us his latest STD test, which was a few weeks old. He said he would get another one if it made us feel better, but he typically gets tested once every month or two. This made us feel at ease. Back to school and work that week and the normal grind of life.
Please don't read my words and think that what had just happened was no big deal. It's a huge fucking deal when your wife has sex with another man. I read, and researched, and chatted. I knew that our relationship would likely permanently change after she had sex with someone else. It's almost impossible not to. I looked at her differently now. She was still my wife, and I loved her as much or more than ever, but I looked at her as a little dirtier, a little sluttier, maybe not as trustworthy. I know this is completely unfair as she did nothing to break my trust, it's 100% in my own head, and I had wanted her to do it. Jealousy is a funny thing. After watching her give herself to another man, and very much enjoying it, in the back of my mind I wondered if she would just go out and do it on her own, without telling me. Sex and desire can be a powerful thing.
She already had sex with someone else, what's to stop her from doing it on her own without me. It's impossible not to have these feelings. Especially when I know how much she loves big cocks. I give her as much big cock as she can handle with her dildos, but logic would tell you that the real thing is going to be better. To this very day, when she is late, or I can't get in contact with her, I sometimes wonder if she is fucking some big dick stud behind my back. As far as I know, she never has, but this type of jealousy only appeared after that first time. This is where trust comes in. I need to trust that even though she is "allowed" to have sex with another, she's not going to take liberties and do it whenever she feels like without telling me. This would be a disaster.
My dilemma was that I loved it. I loved watching her getting fucked in front of me. My mind kept going back to the moment his cock entered her married pussy, and how she eagerly gave herself to him. After the night with Byron our sex life was supercharged for the next few weeks. We even started role playing about that night, naming her favorite big dildo Byron, at least for a little while until it got old. I think we had sex 8 out of the next 10 days before her period. Amy had expressed more interest in browsing for guys again on the various forums and swinger sites. By now, she had hundreds of messages we had not checked due to laziness over the last several months. I started to comb through them. I was, and always have been the screener, the gatekeeper. Amy simply did not want to put the work into it. By now, I knew what she was looking for though. Ages 25 - 45. Tall, muscular, and well hung.
We talked about the black thing. While she did not rule out playing with a white guy, she felt another white guy may be too much like me. She'd be inclined to pick someone who looked and was built just like me. I'm just over 6' and muscular myself. She liked the skin contrast and the taboo of it. Her words, not mine. It certainly helped that her first black guy just rocked her world too. As you can imagine, when you are looking for a well-groomed, tall, built black guy with at least 8 thick inches, you are seriously narrowing your pool of candidates. In fantasy, every potential lover was a thick 9 niches, but in reality, it's maybe 1 -- 100. After a few weeks of this intensity, things cooled off again. There would be an occasional message with Byron, or Keith, or another possible candidate, but it was infrequent. Then Amy almost completely dropped the subject for weeks. I just gave her space and let her run through her emotions and make her own decision. I knew me being too pushy and eager would make her feel like I was just pimping her out for my own jollies.
I would later learn that this hesitation and pausing was because of guilt Amy was experiencing. She found herself thinking about, and wanting to fuck another man, and it scared her a bit. One night when Amy was playful and horny, we started talking about hotwifing. This particular night we checked messages and she responded to Byron. It had been many weeks since we last talked with him and he had casually asked if we wanted to get together again soon but was not pushy. She had messaged him that she had been thinking about him and wanted to get together again soon. I told her I was all for it if she wanted it, and we finally made plans for Friday. I was excited. After the first experience and her guilt, I thought it may be a one-time adventure. I was prepared for that.
