After experimenting a little more than two years with sexual relations outside our marriage, perhaps the inevitable had occurred.
My sexy wife, we're calling her Rachel in this series, had taken a lover on her own accord, without any input or parameters on my part, other than not voicing an objection.
Had I become a cuckold?
Most readers will say, "Yes." And I must admit to having a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach when I heard her high heels clicking on the sidewalk as she left for her date with T.A., a sinking feeling mixed with excitement. Was that how a cuckold felt as a wife went to meet a lover?
But I'm saying, "not exactly," based on the record of our adventures at this point in the late 1970s and early '80s, plus those that came later but have not yet been written.
T.A. was her fourth conquest outside our bedroom, but the first (R's First Adventure) was a direct result of me directing her almost every step of the way, while the other two came while I was fucking a young woman (R's Second Adventure series) to whom Rachel also was attracted. For her three romps with other men, I probably fucked Cathy 100 times in less than a year.
As I've noted, Rachal's promotion to personnel director for her hospital's new addiction rehab unit suddenly brought her to the attention of a group of executives who had varying degrees of apparent sexual appetites. After laboring in obscurity for many years, Rachel got an immense boost to her ego when the bosses rewarded her with the promotion.
She also was flattered by the sudden attention shown to her by the small group of men, all married by the way, who began openly flirting with her. That led to after-work drinks, occasional make-out sessions in cars, a near-miss with a guy named Rick in an out-of-town hotel room and finally the date and two hotel trysts with T.A.
T.A. apparently was a pro at running around on his wife and seducing married women. After she came home late from a heavy petting session, Rachel told me that she was impressed that he took the time to shave before they met for a drink.
He told her he did so because he didn't want his 5 o'clock shadow stubble to leave red, rough patches on the woman's face as they kissed, evidence that might be noticed by a jealous husband.
I found it amusing that, in addition to being open to the men's flirtations, she also developed a jealous dislike for several other company women she apparently saw as competition.
I still don't understand the "near-miss" with Rick, because he was probably the most aggressive in pursuing her. He set up their overnight attendance at a convention, arranged to have adjoining rooms and made it known he wanted her.
When she told me their plans, and I didn't object, Rachel said she expected to fuck him as many times as he could get it up.
When she returned, however, she said they slept together in the same bed but never had intercourse. All they did was hold a marathon kiss and petting session while both were stripped to their underwear, she said.
It sounded hard to believe, but I did come to believe her. I suppose he couldn't break his marital vows when push came to shove. I know Rachel would have gladly spread her legs for him.
Despite her willingness to stray, I know that my wife didn't turn into a slut overnight. She had a history, and that, to me, was one of her many attractions.
As mentioned earlier, Rachel got an early start with her sexual activity, but her experiences then, to hear her tell it, were humdrum and unsatisfying for the most part.
When I first started seeing her, Rachel was married, but separated with her divorce still pending. There was a certain thrill for me in dating a woman still technically married, and I started fucking her nearly every night after she got back on the pill.
She told me once that she never dreamed sex could be so much fun and that she had never seen anyone as focused on sex as me.
"Your hands were all over me," she said of our first date.
I simply worshipped her body; I remember marveling at being able to explore the area of her body between her belly button and her pubic mound with soft kisses and my tongue. Her breasts were like forbidden fruit suddenly available any time I wanted.
The sex got better when she and her little girl moved away from her mother's home. I paid her rent and jokingly regarded her as something of a mistress until we got married.
She went along with the joke and called herself a "kept woman."
During one of our early week-end fuckathons, which started on Friday night and ran through late Sunday night, we started talking about our sexual histories.
Not long after we began dating, I was hurt and disappointed when she and a girlfriend went to a club because she expected to run into a guy she knew from high school. The guy, a friend of her soon-to-be ex-husband, was running around on his wife and hit on Rachel earlier when they bumped into each other at a hospital. She was visiting a friend who had a baby, and the guy's wife was having a baby, too.
I was seriously upset with jealousy when she went out and met this guy, even though she said they didn't do anything but dance.
But something was different when we started talking about her earlier sexual encounters. For some reasons, instead of feeling jealous, hearing her talk about fucking other men got me really aroused and primed to fuck her even harder.
