The relationship with Ian lasted for two to three years, and all that time Jane and I never once spoke about it.  Ian told me he had encouraged her to tell me about Ian and to get me involved, but she refused.  She told him she enjoyed the liberation of being with him without me, she loved knowing that I knew everything, and that Ian was sharing details.  She liked pushing the boundaries with him and hearing about my reaction, but she didn’t want to get me directly involved, as she thought it would change the dynamic and make her feel more inhibited.  She took tacit approval from the fact that I knew what she was doing but didn’t call her out on it.  More, I would tell Ian how turned on I was hearing about all the things he was doing with my wife.

It was a hot time in our relationship, living a variant of the cuckold lifestyle between 3 people where the triangle was never quite completed.  Jane is with Ian, Ian is sharing the details with me, but no direct dialogue between Jane and me.  I would get so turned on watching her going out to meet ‘friends’ knowing she was seeing Ian.  Sitting in the lounge, watching her texting with her hand in her lap, knowing that she was sexting with Ian and he was sharing the really explicit messages with me. 

Over time, Jane grew in confidence and started to push to see how far she could go before I would call her out.  She would come home full of Ian’s cum and let me go down on her, asking me if I enjoyed how she tasted. She would cum so hard, squeezing my head as I enjoyed her wonderful creampie.  Ian would tell me all the details of what they got up to, and I hardly recognised Jane’s behaviour.  She would live her life at home as a ‘normal’ wife and mum while living this secret life with her lover Ian, even though she knew I knew what was going on.  It was such a turn on, and I think it did keep our relationship quite strong during what can be a difficult stage of marriage.

All things come to an end. Ian moved away, overseas, and that was that.  We continued with our lives, but we were probably both missing not having Ian in our lives.  Still, we didn’t speak about it and our relationship carried on. 

All of that was over ten years ago. 

Over the years, I suspected Jane was seeing someone; given our history, I didn’t mind.  If Jane was happier having someone else in her life, I was OK with that.  I wasn’t sure, but I think there may have been three or four different relationships, each lasting a year or so.  I didn’t know the details or any of them, but suspected she was tapping into the side of her that Ian had opened up.  She wouldn’t be fully open about it, but didn’t particularly cover things up.  I would see underwear in the laundry that was obviously covered in not just her own juices, and she would still enjoy me going down on her used and swollen pussy.  I was left just to imagine the details without having Ian to fill me in on the horny specifics.

Just over a year ago, Jane started her most recent relationship.  This started with a training course where she met a guy and they struck up a friendship, which developed into something stronger.  I could always tell when she was seeing someone, partly she was just generally happier and more confident, but also she would bring home the creampie!  With this guy, it seemed a bit different. 

She grew more and more confident and open about the fact that she was seeing someone and who he was.  She introduced me to a chap called Chris when we were out with friends one evening - she introduced him as a friend she met while training.  Chris is a little younger, quite fit and very confident.  They were openly flirty and very tactile. I think they were making it clear to me that he was the guy she was seeing.  At one point, they disappeared for about fifteen minutes and came back pretty flustered.  I doubt I was the only one who noticed, but I was probably the only one with a hard on!

It was shortly after this that I joined Lushstories and decided to share the initial story about Jane’s seduction by Ian.  After posting this story, I received quite a bit of nice comments and feedback and struck up some direct message contact with several people.  One guy in particular, DBobby1, was very interesting, and we chatted a lot.  I shared a lot of my situation with me, and we swapped fantasies about Jane.  He encouraged me to talk to Jane about Chris and get it out in the open.  I was pretty reluctant to do that, given our history; I didn’t want to upset things.  I was quite happy with her seeing Chris and our status quo.  DBobby1 helped me see that Jane was probably pushing me to talk to her about it.  I was away for a week, and we chatted a lot during that time.  When I got back, things changed.

I got home late, Jane was fast asleep and resisted my frustrated attempts to wake her.  In the morning, I wanted to have sex with her. Truth be told, I was turned on by all the chats with Dbobby.  Jane pushed me away, saying she was very sore and didn’t want to fuck.  I moved to go down on her, something we both enjoy a lot.  I worked my way down and got to her wonderful, trimmed pussy.  Her short hair was matted with cum, her pussy was swollen and red, and there was a strong smell of mixed cum. 

I kissed her gently and said, “Looks like you have had a hard time.”

Jane chuckled and said, “Yes, but fun.” 

I swallowed, took a deep breath and said, “Was Chris here?” 

I felt Jane stiffen, the room was quiet apart from her breathing, and after what seemed like an age, she quietly said, “Yes…"

I just looked at her and went back down to eat her juicy, well fucked, pussy in a frenzy.  Jane squeezed her legs around my head and came the hardest I have ever seen her.  I was covered in Chris and Jane’s cum.  I moved up and kissed her passionately on the lips, our tongues in each other's mouths.

We talked for two hours.  It turns out that way back at the start, Jane knew all about Ian and my plot to have her seduced!  Apparently, that first night in the kitchen, Ian told Jane about my plot.  Jane said her initial reaction was anger, but that Ian had calmed her down and persuaded her to play along, and it could be fun.  Jane said that at first she did it almost out of revenge or spite, but she fell for Ian and loved how he coaxed her slutty side out of her, liberating her sexually.  She said she got a kick out of knowing that I knew what she was up to and that I was getting turned on by it.  I couldn’t believe it. All the time I thought Ian and I were calling the shots, it was actually Jane and Ian.  When I was watching her sexting with her hand on her pussy, she knew I was watching her and rushing upstairs for a wank.

Thanks to DBobbby1 for giving me the positive coercion and confidence to start the conversation.

If you would like to hear more of the times when Jane and Ian were playing more, or to follow how our story develops from here, please do let me know.