I had entertained fantasies about this kind of thing. But I never thought it would actually happen. I didn't know if I could handle it, if it did happen.
But I am getting ahead of myself.
First you have to know my wife and I are a couple in our 40s. We have a 19-year-old son who is away at college. My wife is 41, but looks at least ten years younger. She is a very sexy blonde with amazing curves. I am a year older, and pretty much look my age, with gray-almost-white hair and a few extra pounds.
Shelly gets a lot of second looks from other men when we are out on the town. And I know she enjoys that. She also enjoys flirting with -- sometimes teasing -- other men who make advances. She knows that makes me jealous, but also gets me aroused. And we often replay her behavior when we are having hot, hungry sex after we get home.
Shelly is a news producer at a local TV station, and on the last Friday of the month, she and a handful of her co-workers sometimes go out for dinner and drinks at a local club that has live music and dancing. She often comes home from these events and teases me about the guys she danced and flirted with.
Several months ago, she told me that her best friend, Lily, who is a reporter at the station, left her husband, Fred. She said they had just grown apart and decided on a trial separation to see if they should follow through with an official divorce. She told me that Lily is now dating a photographer at the station who happens to be a good looking black guy.
Shelly says she thinks this guy might be a big part of Lily's decision to split from Fred. She says Lily has told her this guy, Dan, is giving her the most incredible sex she has ever had.
A little over a month ago, I made a surprise appearance at my wife's monthly night out with friends from work. It was after they had had dinner. I spotted some of them at a table in the club, but didn't see Shell. Looking around the room, I caught a glimpse of Shelly holding hands with some black guy as they walked towards the dance floor.
Suddenly, I thought I might want to stay out of the sight of Shelly and her friends so I could get a sense of what was going on here. Lights were low on the dance floor. I maneuvered around the edge of the room to look for Shelly and her friend, Lily.
The music was upbeat. The dancing fast. I caught sight of one mixed couple and it looked like the white woman had dark hair. As I got closer I could see it was Lily probably with the boyfriend Shelly had told me about.
Then as the song ended, I spotted my wife and her dance partner. He pulled her close, said something to her, and they kissed. And it wasn't a quick peck on the lips or something, it was a passionate, sensuous lovers' kiss.
The band played a slow song, and my wife's dance partner held her in his arms. They were holding each other very close as they moved sensuously to the music. I looked over at Lily and her guy. They were making out as they danced.
I moved around the room to get a closer look at my wife and found a column to kind of hide behind that was only about 20 feet away from them. He was talking to her and his right hand was caressing her back. They leaned into each other and kissed again. She opened her mouth as he pressed in his tongue. They were fucking making out. And his hand moved to her ass.
She said something to him and they readjusted, wrapping their arms around each other as she leaned her head onto his shoulder. He caressed my wife's ass as she nuzzled and kissed his neck for the rest of the song.
Jesus fucking Christ! They looked like lovers! I was stunned! Jealous! Hurt! And... TURNED ON!
When that song ended, they went back to the group, holding hands. She moved into a booth at one of the tables where her friends were sitting. He sat beside her and put his arm around her.
Her friends didn't seem at all surprised that they were acting like a couple. A woman I didn't recognize sitting across from them said something to them. They looked at each other with big smiles, then he pulled her in for a kiss.
Her fucking friends know she's having an affair with this guy! Jesus fucking Christ!
I had to get out of there.
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Back at home, I masturbated twice fantasizing about what my wife and her boyfriend might be doing, and what they might have already done!
It was almost 1 am, later than usual, when she got home. I was in bed, but got up to see her.
"You're late," I said when she came into the bedroom. "You must have been having fun. So who's the guy?"
"Who is what guy," she said.
"Come on, I know you flirt and tease guys you dance with when you are out with your friends. You've told me about that. Is there someone special? Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Whoa. Slow down," she said. "Where is that coming from? I never told you I have a boyfriend. I just told you I flirt and tease guys a little when they make advances."
"Shelly, I saw you kissing him, fucking making out with him on the dance floor. I saw you holding hands with him. I saw him fondling your ass as you nuzzled his neck affectionately. And back with your group of friends, he had his arm around you and you once again kissed each other. You looked like a pair of lovers."
"What? What are you talking about," she said nervously.
"Honey, I thought I would make a surprise appearance at your night out with friends. But I was the one who got the surprise when I saw how you and the guy you kissed on the dance floor were acting. I bolted out of there to avoid an embarrassing confrontation. But I want to know what is going on. Are you in love with him? Have the two of you had sex?"
"Jesus, no, no, no! We have not had sex. But it's true, I do have strong feelings for him. I'm sorry you had to find out like that."
"Well I got the very distinct feeling that Lily and your other friends are well aware of your affair with this guy. Who is he?"
"Jesus. I'm sorry. It is not an affair. We have not had sex. But yes my friends know he and I have have been seeing each other. He's a friend of Lily's boyfriend. About eight months ago, Dan brought him to one of our Friday night get-togethers, and we kind of hit it off. He started pursuing me. And I was attracted to him."
"What do you mean he started pursuing you?"
"Well, I saw him again a few weeks after that at Lily's birthday party. You were out of town on business, and he was by my side the whole night. Remember, when I talked to you on the phone the next day I told you I met someone special and flirted with him and even sat on his lap at one point at Lily's party? That was Nick. And I even told you that he kissed me.
"What I didn't tell you was that he drove me home, since I had a lot to drink. He walked me to the door and he kissed me again, and I didn't reject him. I kissed him back. And it got to be pretty intense. We were making out on our doorstep. He wanted to come in, but I told him no, because I knew if he came in I would wind up sleeping with him.
"Wow," I said, "you left a hell of a lot out of the story you told me!"
"I know. I didn't want to hurt you. But then he started calling me at work. And, I admitted I had fun with him at Lily's party. He talked me into going to lunch with him. And I've met him for lunch a humber of times, sometimes with my co-workers."
"Oh my God! You have been dating him!"
"No, well... not really. I don't know, just lunch dates. I'm sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. It's just that, well, he really makes me feel good. He's fun and funny. I find him very sexy. Honestly, I really do like him a lot."
"Are you going to leave me?"
"No, no. I love you, honey. I really love you! This thing with Nick, is just, I don't know a fling, a diversion, just a side adventure or something."
"Why were you so late tonight?"
"Honestly, well we were in his car talking about what's happening between us."
"You were making out with him in his car?!"
"Well, okay, yes we did make out," she said as she started tearing up and getting emotional. "Honey, I am sorry, but I find him hard to resist. And we were also talking about what he and I are doing. I told him I feel guilty, but I really like being with him. He said he wants me, wants to be the only man in my life. I told him I can't leave you. I love you. I am sorry. I don't know what to do!"
"Are you going to stop seeing him?"
"I... well...Honey, I don't know how to stop. I am so attracted to him."
She noticed me rubbing my hard dick.
"Rob, are you turned on? Oh my God! You have a fucking erection! Does this turn you on?"
"It's hard to explain. I'm jealous! I'm pissed off! I am fucking humiliated! And yet something about this turns me on. You fucking around with another guy. Having sex with him!"
"Oh my God! This is crazy," she said. "You always get excited when I tell you how I flirt with other guys. You've even told me you fantasize about me having sex with other guys. I am telling you, Nick and I have not had sex. Not yet! But we want to, and maybe... maybe you want that too!"
"I don't know about that. It scares me. I love you. I don't want to lose you. But somehow this turns me on. And come on, you admitted you were making out with him. Did you suck his dick? Did he play with your tits?"
