Wife's Choice Friend or Lover?

This is a follow on to the first part of the story named 'Wife's Choice, Friend or Lover'. The first part told how after meeting her old boyfriend Jack at a class reunion, Liz then met up with him again and they fucked whilst I, her husband, secretly watched them. The story picks up with Liz and I discussing the events of that night then deciding whether she should take up Jack's offer for her to meet up with him again and to stay with him overnight.

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Nothing much was said for a few days after returning home, only to agree that we would put some time aside over the coming week to talk properly about what had happened. We both desperately needed some time to try and process what had happened.

The only thing that Liz kept mentioning was that she would have to respond to the message from Jack, which he had sent the day following their meet up.

It was a long message which started with him thanking her for a fantastic night. He said he had had a lovely time out at the restaurant and an even better time on returning home. He said he couldn't believe what he'd been missing all these years.

He had raved over the sex and said it was so much better than any he had ever experienced. He hoped that things were OK between her and me and asked if she had told me anything. He finished by saying he couldn't stop thinking what had happened between them and said he would really love to see her again soon.

We agreed that she wouldn't respond until we had talked properly. So on the following Saturday night we sat down with a bottle of wine and with no distractions.

I told her we would have to be totally open and honest with each other and not hold anything back. We agreed that anything held back now would only cause us problems later.

I emphasised that she needed to be brutally honest with me and not try to spare my feelings. I knew she had had a good time being out with him and I had seen first hand how much she had enjoyed the sex with him.

I told her that my feelings for her had not changed, I still loved her deeply, and I felt no anger or resentment towards her. She shouldn't feel bad about anything she had done as after all it was all down to me and my stupid fantasies.

I told her if she wanted, I would tell her my side first, if that would make things easier. She quickly agreed to this, with a look of relief on her face.

So I started. I told her that the build up to the night had been so intense and that I had been thinking of little else for weeks. I told her about my mixed emotions and constant turmoil, worrying about how I would react watching her with another man and what affect it might have on our marriage.

What if he was bigger, better than me? What if she fell in love with him and left me for him? But I also confessed the massive drive I had to finally realise my long held fantasy and this always won out over the worries that constantly plagued me.

I told her about the intense jolt of jealousy I had felt seeing them together for the first time as he kissed her on the cheek before she entered his car. I told her about my constant state of massive arousal and sometimes dread when they were out together with my mind working overtime, imagining what they were doing.

Then I explained what I had felt when they returned home and things went quiet in the kitchen. My mouth had gone dry, my heart was pounding in my chest. I was sweating and felt sick with anxiety, but my cock was also throbbing uncontrollably.

I told her that I had already made my mind up to let it go as far as she wanted and I wouldn't try to stop it. So when the text came through, there was no way I could say no, even though some part of me wanted her to.

When I saw her enter the lounge with her face flushed and her bra missing, it all seemed suddenly so very real. This wasn't something to be imagined any more, it was happening. I knew then that I would be confined to the role of spectator and this helped me come to terms with what was unfolding before me.

Seeing her tongue in his mouth, his mouth on her bare tits, her getting his cock out and knowing that his mouth was working on her pussy was so very erotic. And it just kept escalating, with her holding nothing back and treating him to what only been available to me for so many years.

I told her that I hadn't known exactly what to expect beforehand. Had I expected her to just lay back passively and let him fuck her, while I enjoyed the show. But no, I was glad that she had been a willing and enthusiastic participant and had thrown herself into it.

I told her I would never forget her looking me in the eyes as she took his cock in her mouth for the first time. Or the look on her face as she straddled him with her bare pussy resting on his throbbing cock and almost challenged me to stop her. I told her that I almost came in my pants as she lowered herself down onto his cock then rode him, before he took control and fucked her hard to her orgasm.

I admitted that watching her cum on his cock was a massive thing for me and shot massive pangs of jealousy right through me. Again I felt quite sick witnessing this, but I was also unbelievably aroused. But not as much as when she had bobbed up and down on his cock and had told him to cum in her pussy.

So what about now, after a few days to think about it? I confessed that I still had so many mixed feelings still racing around in my head. Of course I felt a lot of jealousy and some regret. After all, I had watched her enjoy doing things with him that were previously only shared by us. Watching another man fuck your wife and make her cum, before he filled her with his cum, had got to leave it's mark.

But I also was glad that we had done it and the pleasure and eroticism it had given us. I also felt pride on how Liz had handled herself throughout. Proud that she had ultimately done it for me in order to fulfill my long held fantasy. I knew that my feelings for her had not changed, I repeated to her that I still loved her deeply and I felt no anger towards her or any sense that she had done anything wrong.

But I now wanted to know how she felt. I needed to know if she still loved me? If she had she fallen for Jack after the intimate and hugely pleasurable experience they had shared?

She had listened to me intently without saying a word, and now it was her turn.

After a hesitant and very nervous start, she told me that before she went into the detail of what happened that night, she wanted to reassure me that she still loved me and wanted us to always be together. She liked Jack, but it was me that she loved and wanted to be with.

She admitted that the night had gone much better than she had expected. She said she was very nervous when he picked her up and she had almost called it off. But as the night went on, she said she started to relax and to actually enjoy herself. Jack was good company and he was very attentive, complimenting her often and confessing that it was his first night out since his wife had died and that he was really happy to be out with her now.

He had asked her about me and did I know where she was tonight. She told him that I knew she was out with him, which surprised him. She then explained that it gave me a thrill knowing she was with another man.

And you can do anything you want can you? he had asked her incredulously. He admitted that he couldn't understand how I could let her out with another man, but if it meant that he could spend time with her, then he really didn't care.

She explained that she had felt the pressure on her build up over the last few weeks and felt almost an obligation to perform in a certain way for me. This had worried her deeply and she was almost a nervous wreck coming into tonight.

But as the evening progressed, she had found it different, but nice, to be out with someone other than me and all that worry seemed to evaporate. Perhaps it wasn't going to be the ordeal she had built it up in her mind to be.

During the meal she had thought a lot about what she wanted to happen later. She found that she was actually starting to look forward to it, rather than worrying about it, as she had being doing for what seemed like weeks.

She confessed that she had become increasingly aroused and excited as the night wore on and as she anticipated what might happen. She felt suddenly empowered and in control and had made her mind up not to be just a passive player in this. If she was going to do this, she was going to throw herself into it and make the most of this strange but exciting experience.

So by the time they had reached the kitchen she knew there was no way she wanted to resist him.

As it turned out, it was not him that had initiated things, it was her. She sensed that he was nervous about making the first move, so as not to scare her off. So, after a few minutes of standing around awkwardly, she moved to stand closely in front to him and hugged him, thanking him for a lovely night.

Still getting no reaction, she looked into his eyes, put her fingers through his hair and pulled his lips down onto hers. She kissed him deeply and he soon responded, probing her mouth with his tongue and pulling her in tightly against him.

She then put her hands on his arse and ground herself against his hardening cock. This was all the encouragement he needed. His hands then fell upon her tits and he started to rub and squeeze them gently, then tweak her nipples. Her blouse was unbuttoned and her bra pushed down almost immediately, as he moved his head down to suck on her exposed nipples.

That was when she had stopped and sent him into the lounge while she messaged me. She admitted that she was now highly aroused and that she would have been hugely disappointed if I had called it off then.

She knew at that very moment that she wanted to see it all the way through and she wanted him to fuck her.

She knew that it wasn't just about putting a show on for me anymore. She really wanted this now and was determined to enjoy it and make sure Jack also had a night to remember. She was tired of constantly worrying and thinking about the consequences. Fuck the consequences! she thought.

She said that if I really wanted her to be fully open and brutally honest about the sex, she would be. But she warned me that I might not like the full truth and she didn't want to hurt me.

I merely repeated that we needed to get it all out on the table now to prevent future problems.

She said she had definitely enjoyed the attention of a new man and everything seemed so different and exciting. The way he kissed her, sucked her tits and licked her pussy. The way he smelled, the way his body felt and how it responded to her. And of course the look and feel of a different cock.

She had been shocked when she first saw just how big and fat his cock was. Straight away, she knew she wanted to feel it in her hand, in her mouth and yes, in her pussy.

The extra length seemed to go so deep inside her. The extra girth filled her up completely and stretched her far more than she was used to. But when it was inside her, it felt fantastic and she loved being fucked by him.

But, not only was the sex mind blowing, the thought of sucking and fucking him in front of me had made it all the more exhilarating. She admitted that she was so into it at the time, if I hadn't been there, she would have taken him to bed and let him fuck her again.

I knew that all time she was divulging her innermost thoughts, she was watching me and constantly studying my reaction closely. I know she was trying to gauge what impact it was having on me and how it would affect us going forward.

I can't say that it was easy to listen to and that I didn't feel a little hurt and jealous as she recounted her tale. How much she had enjoyed being with him and how much pleasure she had taken from him.

But I had instigated the whole meet up and I was now asking for to bare her soul to me. So what did I expect.

Now though, afterwards, in the cold light of day, she felt she had gone much too far. She said she had got carried away and acted like a complete slut. Part of her wished she had never agreed to meeting him in the first place.

This was not who she was, someone who threw herself at a relative stranger and completely gave herself to him. She was a normal, middle aged wife and mother. She was a loyal and faithful wife who loved and cared deeply for her husband. What must we both think of her after what she had done? She felt shame and regret for how she had behaved. What had she done?

That was it, she sat back and sighed, looking at me. I just hugged her and thanked her for being so open and honest with me. I told her how much I loved her and that I never wanted to lose her and that everything would be ok.

After a while of sitting in silence, I said, 'so what are you going to say to Jack, he definitely wants to see you again, do you want to see him?'

'I can't see him again, I can't, even if I wanted to, it's just too messy and dangerous.'

She went on to explain that she liked Jack a lot, but for him and maybe her, this wasn't just casual sex. There were feelings to consider, especially his. She was happy and settled with me, but he was alone and vulnerable after the death of his wife. If she saw him again, where would it end?

She may like him and the sex with him was incredible, but she loved me. We had a home and a family together, we were best friends and she would never pick him over me. So it would be him that would ultimately suffer most if they met again and that wasn't fair on him. She was certain that we would all end up getting hurt and she didn't want that.

I couldn't argue with her logic and I was pleased and relieved she had come to that decision. That's not to say, that part of me wouldn't love to see her with him again. But she was right, it was too dangerous and there was very real risks of it ending badly and someone getting seriously hurt.

So she said it was only fair to ring him rather than just send a message. So she rang him later that evening and told him that she couldn't see him again and then calmly and carefully explained her logic. She also told him that she had shared everything with me, so there was no question of any deceit.

He was surprisingly understanding but the disappointment in his voice was clear. He told her that he thought she was great and he would miss her. Just before the end of the call though, he told her that if she ever changed her mind, he would jump at the chance to be with her again.

So that was it. We had had a fantastic, erotic, but also very dangerous adventure. It had been an emotional rollercoaster, but it was now at an end.

What we still had though was very clear memories to reflect back on. Oh yes, and a very horny video of her sucking and riding his cock to their mutual orgasms. These images would likely turbocharge our sex life for months, if not years, to come.

So life slowly but surely returned to normal. If anything, we seemed even closer now than ever. I think the quick and clinical way we ended the relationship with Jack meant we didn't have to constantly worry about the threat to our marriage. We had agreed that if either of us was worried or upset about what had happened, we would talk about it calmly and openly.

We had agreed that if she had any contact from Jack, she would share it with me straight away. In my darkest moments, usually in the middle of the night, when logic was in short supply, I would worry that they might be secretly in contact. I'd see images of them meeting up while I was out and taking up where they had left off.

When I shared this and any other insecurities I had with Liz, she always listened carefully and respectfully. She never overreacted and always reassured me of her love and rock solid commitment to me.

Our sex life had certainly not suffered. Liz seemed as horny as ever. We had watched the video of them together loads of times. Me many times more by myself, if I'm honest. I found it unbelievably erotic and it never failed to turn me on. It was like having the best porn in the world, but with your wife as the porn star.

Liz would always actively participate and tell me how it had felt for her at each stage. What it was like when she first released his cock and took in its size. What it was like when she had her lips round it or when he was forcing his huge dick deep inside her.

So rather than a huge threat to our relationship, it actually gave a boost to our sex life and brought us closer together. We both certainly enjoyed incorporating the eight inch cock sleeve into our lovemaking. Jack's name was not always mentioned, but I almost felt his presence in the room when I was pounding it in and out of Liz's pussy.

It wasn't until Liz's birthday, five months later, that we heard from Jack again. He wished her a happy birthday, asked her how she was doing and brought her up to date with his news. He had been seeing someone for the last 6 weeks. It was early days, but it seemed to be going OK. He mentioned that he was worried about his daughter who lived in Australia and who was going through a hard time, as her husband had left her for another woman.

Liz replied and brought him up to date with our news.

It was on Jack's birthday, another four months later, that Liz contacted him to wish him a happy birthday and ask him how he was. He said he was good. The relationship he was in had fizzled out after three months, but he was ok with that. But he also had big news.

He was emigrating to Australia to support his daughter who was now going through a messy divorce and was very unhappy. He explained that he could work from anywhere, so it made sense to be out there with her and his grand children. He told her that there was more out there for him, than in this country and he was ready for a change. He had a buyer for his house and he was set to emigrate in a months time.

Liz replied that he was doing the right thing and wished him well and told him to keep in touch.

He then dropped a bombshell. He asked if she would come down to see him before he left. He had missed her and would like to say goodbye properly. They could go to the same restaurant and he had plenty of room at his house for her to stay over.

He said he had fully understood why she had distanced herself from him before. He understood why we thought it could complicate things between us and pose a risk our marriage. But, he now rationalised, that risk no longer applied.

If she agreed, they would be together one last time and then he would be completely out of the picture forever. He would make sure that he looked after her and that they would have a great time together.

He knew he was asking a lot and only asked her to give it some thought and talk it through with me, and not just to dismiss it off hand.

She immediately turned to me and said 'no, not gonna happen' and she started to type her reply.

I told her that she should maybe take his advice and think about it before dismissing it straight away. If she wanted to talk it through with me, then I told her I was here.

'OK, I'll think about it, but I won't change my mind' she said.

So we left it at that. I was just as surprised as she was with Jack's offer. I also needed to carefully think it through. After all, we had faced much the same issues before. On a basic level, we had both hugely enjoyed their first meet up. She had had a great time out with him and she was clear that the sex had been incredible. I had realised my long standing fantasies of finally seeing her fucking another man. The unbelievable memories of them together had been the most erotic thing I had ever experienced and it had helped fire our sex life for most of the last year.

But them being together would obviously rekindle my insecurities and jealousy and could also pose a threat to our marriage.