The events described in the following story are true and recently disclosed to me by my lovely wife. As a result of her revelations, we are experiencing a renewed sense of sexual openess that leads me to wonder and fantasize about what may be just around the corner for us.
We are about to celebrate 29 years of marriage. About around 12-14 years ago, we sparked a friendship with Jerry and Cyndi, a couple from a sister church. When they invited us to their home for a Bible study, we went for several weeks but I soon lost interest. My wife Debra, on the other hand, was drawn to the meetings because of her love of biblical discussions, debate and, because of having three young children at home, the chance of getting to talk to other adults. As the leader, Jerry was very engaging with his discussions. Debra was drawn to his thought provoking questions and his natural ability to stir up a debate. (I, on the other hand, am of the peaceful sort and appreciate the calm.) Well, over several weeks, their relationship grew from just friends and conversationalists to something deeper. . When she talked, he listened. When he talked, it was with authority and confidence. He touched a part of her that I hadn't for a while and she liked it. I remember her going over to their house to 'visit'. Sometimes she would take the kids, but usually not. I was OK with this because I would use the time to put the kids to bed and then go online to chat in any adult chat room I could find and look for an "unsuspecting lonely housewife" to seduce. Ironic isn't it?
Perhaps around six to eight months later, much to Debra's credit, she confessed to me that she felt she had become "emotionally connected" with Jerry and she knew she had to stop going over to their house. I really respected her for that and our relationship grew deeper and stronger. And that was that. Over the years, their relationship came up in our discussions and she would convince me that nothing happened. She told me she wouldn't sacrifice our marriage for a guy she saw as only someone with whom she could have a good conversation or debate with. She was in love with me. However, during some lovemaking moments, she would 'entertain' me by describing her visits as something entirely different. Then, during the afterglow of sex, would assure me that she was only satisfying my curiosity and growing interest in her role as a wife and lover. She is a fantastic tease and flirt.
Now to the good part. Two weeks ago during foreplay we were fantasizing, as we usually do, about nameless sexual partners and what we would like to see happen if we were ever given the opportunity. I really like to hear her tell me about her past and in a moment of raging passion, I again brought Jerry's name into our bedroom. She proceeded to tell me how he would find ways to meet her alone in the hallway of his home, during the bible studies, and cop a feel or take her hand and hold it against his erection. She liked it. She said they went on a mountain hike for a whole day and during a break beside a mountain lake, he pinned her against a tree with his body and kissed her hard. (I never claimed to be the smartest nail in the box and, in hindsight, I was just being blind to the obvious events that were taking place.) As she was telling me this incredibly hot 'fantasy' story and turning my cock into a frozen flag pole, it dawned on me that some of these details seemed just a bit too descriptive, too real. There is no way she could get so much detail of her escapades with Jerry on the spot and in the heat of the moment. I looked into her eyes and asked again about the depth to which their friendship went. Now remember, she has always maintained denial. But considering the favorable position I have taken recently during sex about her tasting the forbidden fruit, I guess she told herself it was time to be honest. The denial just melted away. She admitted that there was some truth to my suspicions but didn't go into much detail. We had an amazing sexual experience that night, because of honesty. Not to mention I now had a visual of her doing who knows what with another man.
As she lay nuzzled under my arm, snoring softly, my mind began to ask all sorts of questions. Each "how" and "where" and "when" and "what" question I came up with only made my cock swell. I was soon stroking my tool and longing to hear more. When she claimed she was too tired to discuss it, I decided to write down my questions for her to read. I wrote that she would be given a grace period in answering my questions, but that the questions were going to be much more direct and I demanded complete and total honesty. I concluded my list by assuring her I wasn't mad and that I wanted only to increase our passion for each other.
