Chapter 1 - The Discovery
I'd had my suspicions for a few weeks but didn't know for sure until that fateful morning when I was making the bed and noticed all of those white stains on the purple sheets. Sure, our love making had increased in frequency over the past month (up to twice a week), but there was no way all of those stains were mine!
I knew that Jane had been on a romantic picnic with a guy from work a month and a half prior. She had come home bright red after supposedly visiting her girlfriend and her girlfriend's kids. The tipper was the half empty bottle of champagne and half eaten strawberries I found in her car. She eventually admitted to the indiscretion but assured me that it was a one-time thing and that it was in the past.
Now I stared at the sheets dumbfounded, trying to think of another logical explanation for all those stains. But I knew there was only one possible explanation -- my wife's work friend had been making regular visits to our bed.
Suddenly, all the pieces started to click in my head. Jane's new assortment of sexy thongs (some that I'd yet to see on her) and slightly more provocative attire (thigh-highs to work?). Her wanting to "play" more often, but quickly getting sore when we did. Her recent visits to the tanning salon. It all made sense now.
So what did I do? Some guys would have blown up and kicked her out of the house. Others would have demanded counseling or had their own affair.
I beat off.
Thoughts of Jane in our bed with her long tan legs wrapped around a man I'd never met ran around in my head until the waves of a powerful orgasm washed over me. And that wasn't the last time I beat off that week. Over the next few days, I found myself in a constant state of arousal. I'd play with Jane at night and masturbate in the morning (and sometimes in the middle of the night).
Chapter 2 - The Understanding
Finally, that weekend, I confronted Jane. I could make up some dialogue, but honestly I don't remember it all. There was a lot of yelling, screaming, crying, and finger-pointing. At the end of the weekend, we had reached a sort of understanding.
Jane came to realize that I was actually excited by her "extracurricular activities" and I consented to her continuing with them as long as they weren't going to jeopardize our marriage and the stability of our family. She assured me that it wouldn't be a problem.
Jane started to be more open about her activities. One night I stayed home while she went to play with her boyfriend (Steve). Another night, she went for an overnight with him out of state. One afternoon, she even called me at work, told me she was still wet from playing on our bed, and hung up!
I begged Jane for details of her encounters. She was cautious at first, but slowly opened up and told me some of the details. I especially liked to hear the details while I went down on her in bed. As she talked, she would insist that I stroke myself, saying she wanted to hear me. She would frequently deny me requests to enter her (making me wait instead) and once forced me to cum on the sheets because she was too sore to fuck.
She'd talk about how Steve's cock was shaped perfectly to stimulate her G-spot and reminded me that mine wasn't capable of stimulating her in the same way. But she did like my tongue.
One conversation I will never forget went as follows:
"Do you make Steve kiss you for this long?"
"Nope."
