This is a prequel story to the Alli and Jim stories. It doesn't have much sex, more of a flashback. Again it's a marriage dynamics story with a basis in reality. If the others were cuckold stories I would see this as an anti-cuckold story. You be the judge.
Jon Texted Me
Back during the 2020 election my husband Jay and I (Alli) had an election strategist stay in our guest house for a couple of weeks. His name was Jon, he was around forty, very good looking in an Irish sort of way, and had the hard body that resulted from his recently ended military service. I thought he was cute and his smiles and body language expressed interest in me even though I was six or seven years older than him. Jay, is much older than me and is sometimes, but not always amendable, to my having outside experiences.
Jay had to leave town for four days on a business trip back east about ten days after Jon arrived. I invited Jon to fill Jay's seat at a charity event that we had committed to. I actually wanted to show Jon off to several of my single girlfriends who would be at our table. Jon made it clear, as his hand ran up and down my thigh, that he would like to leave the event early and find some place more private to be with me. As my teenagers were at home Jon took me to his office, which was empty. He had me undressed in a minute and showed great interest in my 38 D breasts. There was a couch in his office and he laid me down on it, knelt next to me and gently massaged my breasts and pussy. I was putty in has hands. He stood and stripped naked. I ran my hand over his abs several times and then lower to his cock, which I stroked softly for several minutes before sitting and taking it gently in my mouth and playing my tongue in soft circles around the mushroom shaped head.
I had to get home to the kids so I encouraged him to fuck me. He crawled between my legs, which he held far apart and dove tongue first into my pussy, licking my clit like a kitten licks its paw. My legs started quivering and I could feel my orgasm moving through my body. I exploded screaming "fuck me, fuck me!" He did just that, pounding me with a vengeance that left me spent after experiencing several more orgasms. I lay on his couch with his semen leaking between my legs as kissed me and massaged my breasts as I came down from the explosion. I told him I had to get back. We drove back to my house together and he wanted to spend the night with me. I would have loved to do it, but was afraid one of the kids would catch us, so I sent him back to the guest house.
Now, I had to figure out what to tell Jay. He is unpredictable in his reaction to my rare dalliances. Even so, I hate to cheat on him, so I felt I should share what had transpired.
I called him early the next morning and he answered quickly.
"Hi Sweetness, why are you calling so early?"
"Are you alone, Babe?" I asked.
"Yup, it's only 8:30 here."
"I smooched Jon last night." I said.
"Sweetness, smooching with you can be anything from a peck on the lips to a night of fucking, which was it?'
"I took him to the event last night and we left early and went to the office and made out a bit." I fibbed.
"Clothes off?"
"um hum. Yeah we did everything but sex, I had to get home for the boys". I continued to minimize. "Are you upset?"
"We can talk about when I get home tomorrow." He replied.
I sort of dreaded telling him the whole truth, and luckily Jon was leaving the morning that Jay was coming back. At least there would be no questions asked directly.
Jay accepted my half truths without too much fuss. He wanted me to tell him the details, but, I cut him off and said "It was no big deal."
Over the last two years Jon has repeatedly tried to get me to meet him in various places. When we were in DC with our boys on a college tour he tried to get me to leave Jay at the hotel and come have drinks at his apartment. I have deflected him every time, not because I didn't want to be with him, but because I didn't want to piss Jay off. He sometimes gets fussy if I see someone more than once. While the sex with Jon was great, it wasn't worth a Jay shit storm if he found out. I am sure that if I cheated he would find out with unpredictable consequences.
Our son, Rex, was accepted to a number of east coast colleges. I volunteered to take him on a revisit of the ones he was most interested in. That involved going to Boston, New York and DC. I asked Jay to stay with our younger son Vic, as he couldn't take the time off school. He had no problem doing that for the five days we would be gone. Rex had bonded with Jon over their mutual interest in politics and of course he had no idea of what I had done with Jon. While we were in Boston, he was setting up a lunch with Jon when we got to DC where he was going to overnight in the dorm at Georgetown one night and George Washington the next. I had reservations at the Mayflower for those two nights.
I received a text from Jon later that evening saying:
