My wife. my life
I had a horrible dream.
She came to me.
"l have a boyfriend, a lover, accept it or leave!" Wendy informed me.
A jolt ran through me, a bolt of fear, fear of losing my wife, my life long horror.
The next time I saw her, she was with him.
He was much younger than me, early twenties maybe.
He looked vaguely familiar.
I was sitting at the far end of our 3 seater sofa watching tv.
Wendy and her boyfriend entered the lounge, and completely ignoring me, came together in a passionate kiss.
I was angry, jealous, and hurt. Wendy had not kissed me like that in a long time.
She had changed, she looked younger, her light brown hair glistened and caught the light, she was almost as slim as when we were young.
Her eyes sparkled with the excitement of a new relationship, a new love.
Wendy actually glowed with renewed life. She wore a red body hugging Angora roll neck sweater, it showed off her slim figure but swelled as it stretched over her glorious breasts, not too big, but just slightly too large for her slim body. 34c maybe. And only a bra underneath, I could tell. I remember them well, they sat high on her chest, full, firm, sexy, beautiful womanly breasts. A sprinkling of freckles decorated the upper slopes, and small sensitive nipples, proud and beautiful like the proverbial cherry on top, how I loved them, I never got sick of gazing on her beauty whenever she was naked. She also wore tight light brown cords, hugging her small shapely bottom, and her tiny bare feet.
Looking at her now, I was becoming aroused, as I always did gazing at her.
Still ignoring my presence as though I was invisible they sat on the sofa also, Wendy at the other end, he, beside me.
Wendy sat with her legs folded, bare feet tucked under her the way only women can, cuddling up to him her right knee resting over his left thigh, her right breast pressed firmly against his left upper arm, her head resting on his shoulder, Wendy I could tell, is in love!
They watched the tv together.
It was all too familiar to me, we had sat that way for many years, a life-time ago.
My jealousy raged, how could she do this to me, she must know how much I love her still!
I could hear their secret whisperings, not what they were saying. No. But I instinctively know what they are saying, we used to say it together too. The little kisses as she turned towards him, and me.
Her eyes sparkling with new love, his love.
My heart ached to be loved like that again, she used to look at me like that. She is happy, my wife is really happy!
I strangely found, among my other emotions, such as Jealousy, Anger and Resentment, I was happy for her.
I love her, so, naturally I want her to be happy, I have not seen her smiling for a long time, and if it is him that makes her smile then some part of me is glad.
Wendy had found new love and happiness...just, not with Me.
After a while of watching tv and cuddling, I noticed his hand moved onto my wife's lower thigh that was resting over his leg, he began to lightly caress just above her knee on the inside of her thigh. She snuggled up closer to him and moaned quietly. They kissed again, this time for longer, a passionate kiss. I knew that kiss, she was becoming aroused.
As was I.
Eventually his hand began to wander, moving ever closer to her crotch.
Wendy adjusted her position, moving her left leg so he had better access. I remember when she allowed me such liberties.
From when she and I were 18, she eventually gave her body to me to explore, enjoy, make love to, I recall that warm dampness between her legs.
I could not understand what she saw in me to allow me so much pleasure from her body, but she did, and I was.... Am, forever grateful to her for that.
And now she gives access to him. With this act of intimate love, they still have not given my presence the slightest bit of notice. They both have forgotten the tv, their lust for each other is reminiscent of our teen years, we fucked like rabbits before we married.
What is that saying?
' Familiarity breeds contempt!'
Maybe in her case, but for me, my love and adoration is as strong today as when we met. She just let whatever it was, die away. Just as I cannot understand what attracted her to me, he, himself is not anything special either, maybe his penis is bigger than mine! I think I may find out if they continue.
He is now openly rubbing her vulva over her jeans, Wendy is getting worked up, a bulge in his jeans shows he is just as horny, myself also.
It's strange, but I have a hard erection, watching another guy touching my wife there, and with me watching them, I feel angry. Angry at her for doing this to me, in front of me. Hurt because she is throwing away all those years together. But incredibly horny because It was always a fantasy of mine to watch my wife be taken by another man, to witness the wanton behaviour as she is being put to the cock, preferably a big one, bigger than mine at least, so yes this is both my biggest fear and fantasy come true.
Wendy reaches over and begins to rub his now obvious bulge. Their tongues attacking each other, his other hand has moved up and is mauling her left breast over her sweater.
It's been years since she allowed me to play with her breasts, the firmness, but at the same time so soft, so erotic. I was always fascinated by the sensual curves of women's breasts
I used to trace my finger over and around them admiring them, adoring them. Marvelling at how the nipples would rise and stiffen, like tiny penises. I loved my wife's breasts, her whole body is a temple for me to worship, a temple that I am no longer welcome in!
