Outside Married Sex Life 7

Kate and I lay together early that September morning as I told her about my therapy sessions that had expressed for me -- as successful and energetically forceful entrepreneur -- why I was so turned on by fantasies and experiences of her being deeply intimate with another man. I understood now why I had been turned on to this aspect of my psyche by our first experience with Alan all those years ago in Bath and why I kept returning to the fantasy now. Indeed, so compelling was my kink towards cuckoldry and voyeurism that it was the pillow talk I needed to get me off -- Viagra goes so far, but dirty talk about our sharing past was always what I needed to achieve sexual peak.

Kate was silent and still for a long time. Eventually, she spoke. She understood it all and in fact wondered why I had found it such a mystery for so long. She had worked out decades ago that my competitive spirit required the piquancy of potential defeat in intimate relationships to spur me on to success and satisfaction. She knew that opening her legs to Alan that first time and the last time a few years ago meant that I would be even keener to be with her and to want to possess her. Crucially, she quietly admitted the idea was deeply erotic for her too.

Kate likes to feel desired -- every woman does -- and likes to feel sexually attractive even as the years take their toll on all of us. And she said, while being desired was a turn on, so was the idea of being reclaimed after some intimate moments with another man which were her moments and not mine. She even said that Lucran when he was fucking her in Claridges (see my first post) whispered in her ear that he could fall in love with a woman like her and could he see her again: she said that she never replied but it made her even more wet to think of his open offer of sex on the side.

She asked what I meant by her having an affair? I explained that the idea of her carving out her own relationship with another man, personal and sexual, would be incredibly erotic for me. Not the same fictional eroticism of the porn stories we read where it's all about the set up and the aftermath and all the gory details in between. But the risky eroticism of loss of a spoiled love. A more satisfying lover, private intimacy outside the marriage was way more of a turn on. Followed by the act of reclamation, when she would tell me when she had been with a man and allow me to take her physically to reassert our relationship.

She was silent. Then asked who I would expect her to have an affair with? I said that was the point: she should choose and let me see what I might of the relationship on her terms, though I was sure I could guess when and who she was seeing.

I suggested she could look up Alan and see if he wanted to have lunch with her and take it from there. Kate wrinkled her nose and said that would not work. She had had Alan -- twice -- and she was not a great fan of his. It needed to be someone she felt more comfortable with and really liked -- I felt my heart flip. She was now contemplating the how, who and when, not the if.

My cock pressed against her bum and she reached behind her to start stroking me again. She turned to face me and covered my mouth with hers while pressing her vulva against my throbbing prick. She pressed me onto my back and climbed on top. Kissing, Kate slid her pussy along the length of my erection and I felt how wet she was. She slid back and forth, whispering in my ear that she would be fucking a guy like this, trying to get him to ejaculate my just wanking him off with her labia. She could choose any guy and she would want a big cock, a young guy, a black guy, two guys -- she gasped her own fantasies in my ear until she slipped her had between us and put the head of my cock into her entrance. She pushed down to take the full length inside and I was in heaven as the crazy lady rode me to a shuddering completion. Kate loves coming on top and does so easily: this time was do different, as I hardened, gripped her hips and pushed up, she plunged down grinding her pubic bone against mine and came hard. I ejaculated inside her again, depositing my seed inside that oh so familiar vagina, sure that in the not distant future, someone, as yet unknown, would do the same with my wife. Kate rode my cock until it softened in her and plopped out of her wetly with a sloppy goo following. Kate brushed the hair from her cheek and closed her mouth around my dick to clean it.

I took hold of her hips and brought her round to hold her bum in front of my face and began to clean her ravaged pussy with my tongue, removing my own spilled seed that moments before I had shot deep inside her. Kate wriggled her pussy on my mouth -- I reflected if I would do this if it was another man's semen dripping from her between her labia....

The next morning was the same as always. I creaked downstairs to make tea. Kate slept on. On return she woke and we kissed as always and read our phones. The fact that we had agreed to allow her to tacitly have an affair with a man, unidentified, outside my sight but in my awareness was unspoken, We did not return to the subject. I could sense Kate was mulling over it but she had understood my therapy and she had understood my sexual excitement at the thought of her being secretly attached to another man. This was high risks stuff but I was so turned on.

I decided that, knowing Kate so well, I would now leave it to her to decide what to do with the idea I had floated. She had rejected the idea of Alan again, but who would she think of?

I never set a timetable nor expected to be told by Kate. She was taking me at my word, and now leaving unsaid what she was up to and how she was going to privately cuckold me.

October went by with little change to life. Except subtle things which got intrigued me and excited me by turns. The rhythm of Kate's life revolved around home, friends and exercise. She swam every Thursday with wild swimmers while I went to the gym. She did pilates to tighten her core (and lovely Kegel muscles) and yoga to limber up. I ran and gymmed -- very different styles. But then she started tanning at a local spa. She started to tone herself up with grooming and exercise that was noticeable -- she had purpose.

But no men appeared. No lunches or dinners with some bloke or other -- she just carried on her activities. October wore on and headed to November last year. No man.

Then it struck me one day. Kate suggested I come wild swimming with her on Thursday as they were having an end of season dip and coffee. I went along to the lake where she swims and Kate was unusually chatty. We were in wetsuits as it was freezing and all her crowd were there when we arrived. Swimming was brutally cold and I was concentrating very hard on my dick which had disappeared with my scrotum into my body!

But after, when we stood around drinking mulled wine and shivering, I saw him. The one. Paul. Kate was with Paul, excitedly giggling and jumping on the spot with cold. Paul was one of the group leaders and was just a little younger than us, very fit, a yoga teacher in his spare time and a freelance architect in London. Shaved bald, he was smaller than me, lean and very tanned -- sunbed? I wondered. Kate was very obviously flirting with him and even undressed out of her wetsuit and bikini under her long robe while talking to him. Ah ha. I thought.

I watched them. He was married apparently but his wife was a top, top lawyer in the City and no one ever saw her. She lived between New York and London via Frankfurt. Paul was good looking no doubt, but was pretty camp in his manner so that you would have wondered if he was gay. I went over to chat.

He welcomed me like a new best friend and gabbled praise on Kate (who he called affectionately "K" -- WTF?) who laughed but watched me closely. We chatted very amicably about this and that but mainly about how the cold makes your dick shrink. Paul laughed and then, without a beat, asked Kate whether the cold affected women's bits as well as men. She laughed too easily and said it was more nipples that reacted, which was true as hers needed no encouragement to stick out when she was cold, aroused or at any time, to be honest. They shared the joke and I knew she had one possible candidate to navigate her deepest parts and deposit his load. I was excited and appalled at the same delicious moment.

In the car on the way home, I talked a lot about Paul and what a super chap he was and Kate enthused about him. It turned out that he took her yoga class sometimes and so I realised that 1+1 was 2. She would be in class with Paul, in her yoga pants bending over and presenting her body in all its parts to him. I suggested he was gay but she strongly weighed in saying that I always thought that about men who were not my stereotype Alphas. She liked him and he was very kind she said, and not a little sexy, while looking away out the car window. In that moment, I was sure at last. Like a tiny mouse squeak, in audible to any but that most tuned to the frequency, her tone just told me that he was the one she would want to start her affair with. Kate had taken me swimming that day so that I could meet him and then know he was the man to defile her marriage and cuckold me. The important and beautiful thing is that I knew it and I was, in fact, in control. My frozen cock stiffened.

So November became a series of increasing signals that the affair was beginning and gathering pace.

I knew it would be that evening so just played things casual though I was in a state of heightened sexual excitement. There was a palpable sexual tension between us, but unstated, undefined, and no expectation that we would fulfil that tension ourselves. Kate became slightly detached from me, aloof even, and I was exquisitely tortured. I knew that she had decided to take forward an affair with Paul and sleep with him, but I just didn't actually know when or where and might never know for sure, unless Kate told me.

Readers, the days and weeks ticked off in November and I watched to see any hint that things were progressing with Paul. There were only the mildest hints. Kate did seem preoccupied and sometimes I spotted her texting at odd times or watching TV with her in the evenings she seemed engaged in active text exchanges. I never enquire who she is texting -- we always have enjoyed such trust in each other -- but now I was being tortured by not knowing who she was speaking with.

Sex continued between us and was good. I knew she was still benefitting from the HRT programme. She continued her routine exercise programme with pilates etc and seemed to me to be in training for sex late in life with a new lover.

One day she was off to her local beauty and spa for a day on her own. She returned in a great mood that had her like a cat on hot bricks. She was clearly feeling horny. That evening, I watched her undress for a shower and then I saw the results of her spa day -- a Brazilian wax of with a neatly trimmed bush but all the hair removed from her labia and crack. Kate got in the shower and I took the opportunity to inspect her knickers in case she and Paul had consummated their relationship and given her a creampie. Instead, her black pants only bore the evidence of post wax cream, so I stripped and joined her in our large walk in shower. We were on each other immediately. I told her I liked her wax, and could I see -- she did not hesitate, turning round and bending over to let me see her smooth ass and bum hole. I could not resist and simply stuck my face straight in, licking her raw but utterly smooth pussy and anus. Jesus, she tasted good. I ate her ass and pussy in the shower in the way be used to when we were thirty years younger and she came just standing there, straddling my face.

She then returned the favour, going down on me and wanking me while sucking in a truly enthusiastic fashion. Very quickly Kate brought me off and I shot my substantial load into her waiting mouth. She stood up to kiss me and I tasted my salty semen on her mouth. Kate looked drunk with lust, her eyes half closed and jaw set in that tight look she has when she is feeling randy.

As we dried off, I asked her why suddenly the need for a Brazilian again after years of just ordinary waxing. She did not flinch when she just said that she fancied a change and men nowadays expect women to be well groomed downstairs in new relationships...she did not look up and just sauntered into the bedroom to get her pyjamas. I was left bewildered and horny as hell again. Kate was teasing me. She was obviously preparing for a full grown sexual affair with Paul, but she wasn't about to be too specific in order to make me a heap of tangled, complex, erotic emotions. But, I did not have long to wait before things with Kate accelerated and I got evidence of my wife now straying into another man's arms.