Chapter 2
Lacey's Beginning
Lacey stared at me with apprehension.
"I think we need to have a serious conversation," I started, "About what's going on between us. There are two conditions to this talk. First - complete openness and honesty. Any question that either of us feels like asking will be answered with the absolute and total truth. That means no avoiding the question, no partial answers, no changing the subject, and telling only half the story. The second condition is amnesty. Whatever either of us may discover about each other will be discussed and then forgiven. That way we both know where we stand and when we wake up later, we can start with a clean slate moving forward."
"Moving forward to what?", she asked
"To wherever we go from here. If we can make things work then great, if we can't then at least maybe we will be able to stay friends without any animosity that may come from not knowing the truth. Can you agree to that?"
It took a little persuading to get her to agree but eventually the conversation proceeded. Now, as I said, I had read some of the e-mails between her and Ben so there were some things that she didn't know I was already aware of. My plan was to start out by asking questions that I already knew the answers to in order to judge the level of her honesty.
Once, I felt comfortable that she was being truthful with me about certain events, at least as far as she personally saw those events, I started to ask questions that were really bothering me.
I asked if anything inappropriate had happened between her an Ben.
"What do you mean 'inappropriate'?" she asked.
"I know you flirt and that's fine. That's just human nature. What I mean is has it gone beyond that? Have the two of you anything sexual? Have you cheated on me?"
"No," she said. "We're friends and we talk, but we haven't done anything. I'm going to be honest with you - I'm interested in fucking him, kind of for old times sake I guess, but I'm not going to do that as long as you and I are together."
I was still wrestling with the conflicting emotions of relief that nothing had happened as opposed to dismay that she had wanted them to when she turned the tables on.
"Have you ever cheated on me?" she asked
This was not something I had expected her to ask, but I had made her commit to openness, so I had to follow my own rules.
"About five years ago," I had to admit, "I got a blowjob from a girl I used to work with."
This revelation startled her. She wasn't mad but she was surprised that I had done something like that. She kept saying "I just never thought you were the type who would do that."
We continued to talk for some time, getting to know each other our feelings for the first time. The conversation was winding down and had actually implied that we could finally take some time to sleep when a thought suddenly occurred to me. Some years ago I had, for no real reason, became certain that
Lacey had been unfaithful to me. I don't know for sure why I felt that way but I did. I told her of my suspicions but never really asked her if they were true or insist that she tell me what had happened. I had spent this whole time trying to determine if she had done anything with Ben but I never asked if she had strayed at any other time like she had asked me.
"One last thing," I said. "Have you done anything sexual with anyone other than me at any time since we've been married?
"Yes," she said. "It was about seven years ago. Remember when I went through that phase where I was going to the bar all the time? Well, one of those times, I gave a blowjob to some guy I met there."
"Well, I have to admit that it hurts to hear you say that, but I can't get angry or hold it against you since I've been guilty of something very similar. Where did you go with him? We didn't have any extra money, so did he pay for a hotel or something?"
"We didn't go anywhere. I just blew him in the parking lot. In our van."
This information was hurtful and I decided that we had both learned enough for one day and had made some wonderful progress in opening up to each other. I felt it would be good to end the conversation there before our feelings could possibly cause either of us to say something we didn't mean, so I agreed that it was a good idea when Lacey asked if we could finally go to sleep.
We laid down to what we thought would be a long days sleep (as we both worked the night shift) but I was awake again after only three or four hours. Despite the short amount of time, I was wide awake. Something was running through my mind and refusing to let me sleep.
I couldn't stop thinking of my wife sucking some other man's cock.
The thought of my beautiful wife going down on a complete stranger in a busy public parking lot wouldn't leave my mind, and it was making me horny as Hell. I kept seeing her red lips sliding down a strange hard cock, her lovely head bobbing up and down and she sucked more and more of it into her mouth. I imagined her stroking him as her tongue ran over and around the head, coating his dick with saliva before aiming it between her teeth and engulfing it with her mouth once again. My minds eye just kept seeing her licking, stroking, and sucking another mans cock, and my cock responded by getting rock hard, just as it is now as I write this all down.
It wasn't long before I was lying behind her, grinding my hard dick against her ass and gently rubbing and squeezing her tits with my free hand. She awakened as I rubbed her nipples to hardness.
"Why are you awake," she asked, "And so worked up?"
"Hmm. . . I can't tell you that until we have sex," I replied.
"What . . .?"
"Don't worry. I'm not trying to coerce you. It's just . . . Well, it's just the sort of thing I can't see myself talking about unless we're having sex."
