Later that day, Jason and Sandra sat together on the sofa for their check-in. Friday was approaching fast, and they needed one final conversation. This time, they were only going to talk about Sandra taking a lover. They both knew it was probably the most important conversation they’d ever had.

Sandra began, “First, I’d like you to tell me how you’re feeling about this, and share any concerns you have, old or new. Then I’ll tell you mine.”

Jason took a deep breath. “Wow, I don’t even know where to start. I feel like we’ve already talked about almost everything.”

“Okay, let me start then. First, I want to say again that I won’t let this hurt our marriage or our relationship. Things will change, but I believe it will be for the better. I love you too much to let anything come between us. You know why we’re doing this, and I think you understand it’s necessary, right?”

“Yes,” Jason said. “I get that now. But I’m scared you’ll... I don’t know, fall for him. He worries me because he’s so easy to like.”

Sandra nodded. "I understand that too. That’s actually a big reason we chose him. But he’s told me he doesn’t want to come between us. He isn’t looking for anything permanent right now. His business is his main focus, and after his divorce, he doesn’t want another serious relationship. He and his ex-wife still get along, and he doesn’t want to hurt her or his kids. I believe him."

She paused, looking thoughtful. "But honestly, I still have my own worries. Sometimes I’m afraid things could get complicated, and I won’t know what to do. I worry about hurting you or getting my feelings mixed up. I keep thinking about it, and I’m scared I might make a mistake I can’t fix. Sometimes at night, I replay everything in my head and feel unsure. I wonder if you’ll see me differently after this, or if something between us will change in a way I didn’t expect."

Jason said, “I’m glad you said that. I hope this brings us closer, not further apart, but I know that’s not guaranteed. The thought of losing trust or our connection really scares me. I want to believe we’re strong enough for this, but I keep wondering what happens if we’re not. It’s strange—I feel excited, but I’m also afraid I might not be enough for you, or that we could lose something important. I worry you’ll see me differently and not like what you see.”

“I promise that will never happen. I love you too much for that. I could never find another man like you. You let me be myself, even when it’s hard for you. You’ve done things for me that no one else would even consider. You’re perfect, and you can’t improve on perfection,” Sandra said, squeezing his hand.

Jason’s heart swelled at her words. What she said comforted him. He felt even more determined to be a good husband and, as much as he could, a good lover, so she would never want anyone else. He wished it could just be about sex, but he knew that probably wasn’t possible. Her next words made that clear.

Sandra squeezed his hand again. "But just because I said that doesn’t mean there won’t be feelings between Darien and me. Back in college, I just screwed around because I could, and it didn’t mean anything. I don’t want that now. I want a real relationship with my lover, but I also want you and Darien to be friends—real friends if possible. I know that might be hard, maybe even impossible, but I want you both to try. So yes, I’ll have feelings for him, but I won’t let that get in the way of our love. We’ve been through too much to let that go. I hope you can trust me on this."

Jason nodded and took a deep breath. “I appreciate what you’re saying, and I do trust you. But I’m afraid I’ll feel left out.”

“Well, one way to keep that from happening is to make sure you’re really involved. I don’t want you to feel like an outsider. I have some ideas, and we can adjust them as we go. For example, maybe we spend time together before and after my dates with Darien, so you get to know him. Maybe we invite him over for dinner, or if he plays golf, you could play together at the club. I also want you to help plan things and set boundaries, so you never feel left out or unsure. You’re my rock, and I want you as my partner in this, just like we’ve always been. Promise me you’ll tell me if you ever feel left out or have concerns. We have to keep talking about everything.”

Jason nodded, feeling relieved. “Okay, I think we have covered most of my concerns. Unfortunately, we could talk forever and never know what the future will hold. I think Darien is the right choice, and I will do my best to make it work.”

“You are exactly right. Now, all that’s left is actually to do it,” Sandra said with a smile.

Jason shivered.

Friday was tough for Jason. He was tense, his muscles ached, and his mind felt cloudy. Anxiety churned in his stomach, his shoulders throbbed, and his breathing was quick and shallow. One moment, he hoped Sandra’s freedom might bring them closer. But just as quickly, that hope faded as doubt crept back in. Was he making a mistake? What if everything changed? He knew there was no way to know what would happen, or even control it.

Jason tried to keep things normal. He gave Sandra a massage and ran her a hot bath. Later, he helped her choose an outfit: a short white lace dress with a low neckline. He suggested thigh-high nylons, and she agreed, then put on six-inch heels. Then he watched as she put the diamond-studded key around her neck, where it was clearly visible.

He felt a little embarrassed because Darien knew about the cage, and the key was easy to see. But Sandra said that wearing the key made her feel like he was with her.

Sandra asked Jason to wear his best suit. As he got dressed, the cage's weight and tightness reminded him he was still locked in. The cold metal made him shiver, and every move brought a wave of anticipation.

Jason had planned to meet friends after their dinner with Darien, but changed his mind and went home instead, planning to come back later to pick her up.

He was ready when Sandra stepped out of her dressing room. She wore the white lace dress they had selected. It hugged her body like a second skin. Seeing her took his breath away and made his heart race, but then pain twisted inside him. He had never seen her look so beautiful. Her eyes sparkled, and her blonde hair caught the light. Sandra had carefully done her makeup, even though she rarely wore it. The red lipstick drew his eyes to her lips, the blue eyeshadow to her eyes. Her face seemed to glow. For a moment, Jason felt dizzy with desire, a heavy longing in his chest, but then cold jealousy followed. Tonight, she wasn’t his; she was going to be with someone else. She was taking a lover, and there was no turning back now.

“What do you think?” she asked as she spun around.

“Amazing. Beautiful,” he said.

“Does my panty line show?” she asked.

He looked closer and said, “I don’t see it.”

“Okay, then I will wear them. Now let’s get going; I don’t want to be late,” she said as she took his hand and they headed out the door.

The drive to the Ritz took forty-five minutes, and fortunately traffic was light. Sandra held Jason’s hand most of the way. The car was quiet and tense. When they arrived, Darien was waiting at the table with wine. Sandra saw him and her heart skipped a beat. He was even more handsome than she remembered. She walked over and hugged Darien, and Jason shook his hand. Jason sat across from Darien, with Sandra between them. The tension stayed as they settled in and the waiter poured the wine.

Their conversation started politely, focused on everyday topics. Underneath, glances lingered. Each accidental touch, like a finger brushing a glass or the table, sent a ripple through the group. Sandra noticed when Jason’s knee touched hers, and when Darien smiled quietly as her hand paused near his, her little finger rubbing his. As they relaxed, the talk became more personal, but the main topic stayed just out of reach, as if everyone was holding their breath. Sexual tension was definitely growing between Sandra and Darien, and Jason couldn’t miss it.

When dinner arrived, their talk shifted to Darien’s business and Sandra’s legal work. To anyone watching, they looked like professionals having a normal meal. Under the table, Sandra’s hand moved, first brushing Jason’s thigh and making him shiver, then holding both of their hands. She felt the electricity as she squeezed both, sending a silent message to her husband and her soon-to-be lover. Then silence fell as they began to eat. It grew, broken only by the sound of silverware and wine being poured. Sandra felt a rush through her, and she could see the tension growing.

She was glad when they had finished dinner. She excused herself to go to the ladies’ room, leaving Jason and Darien alone. She wanted them to have time to chat and to compose herself.

The silence between them felt heavy until Jason finally spoke.

“How was your trip?” he asked, looking for something else to say.

Darien said, “It is amazing with the private jet now. It doesn’t take any time to get here.”

"That must be nice,” Jason said, unable to hide the envy.

A few moments later, Darien's expression turned serious. "Listen, Jason, I know you're nervous. I am too. I get why you and Sandra are doing this, but I don't want to be the reason your marriage falls apart. If you say that you don't want to go through with it, I'll walk away. I'll tell Sandra I got cold feet. I won't mention this talk. It is your last chance to change your mind."

Jason held back a gasp. He didn’t know what to say.

Darien said, “Before you answer, let me say this. I don't take any of this lightly. There are plenty of women I could have affairs with, and I have done it a couple of times, and usually that means there are problems in the marriage—maybe the husband can't perform, maybe it's boredom, or maybe they don't love each other anymore. I don't want to be part of that because I want a connection where everyone is honest about what they want. I can see you two love each other very much, and truly want to work things out. That's why I'm here; I want to help, not hurt. But honestly, being in this position sometimes makes me feel pretty exposed. I've carried scars from getting involved in complicated situations before. Once, I ended up in the middle of a couple's breakup without realizing it, and it left me feeling like I should never get involved in that kind of situation again. I felt incredibly guilty. He eats at you, even if you only meant well. It still creeps up on me every time I get close to something real, and sometimes I lie awake wondering if I'm making the same mistakes or if my heart is really safe this time.”

Jason appreciated that Darien was being so open with him. He nodded quietly, accepting Darien's point even though the topic made him uncomfortable.

“What interested me about your lifestyle was that the husbands of wives in the FLR group seem to really love their wives... enough to allow them to have an affair with their blessing. I don’t really understand it, but I respect the commitment. From what I've seen, women in FLRs care deeply for their husbands yet still need something extra. My motive wasn't to disrupt, but to find a relationship that meets my needs and gives me the freedom I need to build my business. When I first signed up, I wasn't sure I was right for this, but Sandra was so open about her love for you and her desire to stay together that I changed my mind. Her honesty convinced me that helping her and you would save your marriage. Truthfully, your wife doesn't need me specifically—she's choosing this for her own happiness and to help your marriage survive."

Jason nodded but didn’t respond. He didn’t know what to say.

“Jason, this isn't easy for me, either. I worry about getting too attached or about messing things up for both of you. I'm just filling in for something she's missing, and I then think about how that would feel if the roles were reversed. I'm concerned I'll bring more problems than I solve. The more I thought about it, especially after messing up my own marriage by working too much, the more I thought this could work for me, too. I still love my ex-wife, but we drifted apart and agreed divorce was best. I miss the sense of bonding. I know a lot of guys are in this for one reason, and truthfully, so am I. I could go to prostitutes, but that's simply a transaction, no feelings, and that doesn't work for me. At least here, I can be part of something genuine, even if it's complicated. So here we are. You still have a minute to tell me to leave, and I will.”

Darien glanced toward the hallway to the ladies' room and looked back at Jason.

They sat in silence again. Jason’s mind raced, and his thoughts scattered as his breathing sped up. He knew he could stop everything with a word, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Dread and regret tightened in his chest. They had come too far to turn back now. He suddenly saw Sandra’s face and the disappointment she would feel if he sent Darien away. He couldn’t do that. Besides, he was sure now that no one would be a better partner for Sandra than Darien.

“So are you still good with all this?” Darien asked again, knowing they had very little time before Sandra came back.

Jason took a deep breath and said, "Yes, I am okay with this. Thanks for being honest. She is going to get what she wants, one way or another, and I love her enough to let her have it. You're the best choice for Sandra.”

Darien sighed in relief.

Even though it felt like a business deal, he reached out to shake Darien's hand.

Darien suddenly said, "I haven't been to a ball game in years. How about you?"

Jason was surprised by how quickly Darien changed the subject. Then he heard Sandra behind him.

"Talking baseball? I thought you'd be talking about me," Sandra joked.

Darien shrugged. "You know how it is—guys always put sports first," he said with a laugh.

Sandra sat down, pouting playfully before breaking into a big smile. Inside, she was still catching her breath, surprised at how close she’d come to letting her nerves take over. For days, she had worried that Jason and Darien might not get along or that things would be too awkward to continue. Seeing them so at ease together filled her with relief so strong it made her feel lightheaded. She almost felt giddy watching them smile, their laughter easing her fears. For the first time that night, the tension in her chest faded. As her nerves calmed, she let herself hope this might actually work, not realizing how deep their conversation had been, or how close everything was to falling apart.

They shared another glass of wine, and Darien insisted on paying for dinner. At eleven thirty, he spoke loudly enough for nearby tables to hear, "Well, thank you for joining me for dinner. I hope your room is comfortable. I hope we can do business, but I have an early flight, so I'll say good night." He excused himself, leaving Jason and Sandra alone.

Sandra’s hand reached over for Jason’s. Suddenly, he felt something in it. He looked and saw her wet panties. Then he saw the waiter walking by, and he quickly stuffed them into his pocket. She smiled and drew him near, their kiss a deep, mutual breath. “Are we set?” she uttered softly, her whisper a quiver of anticipation.

“Yes,” Jason replied, his voice composed. “I believe Darien is the right choice for us.”

A new wave of relief poured over Sandra, her smile beaming. “Thank you for saying that. You have no idea what it means to me.”

He smiled back, and they stood up together, holding hands as they walked to the elevator. They made sure people saw them leaving for their room, and several people, especially men, watched Sandra. Inside the elevator, Sandra pulled Jason into her arms and kissed him. Then she handed him the key card.

“I think I told you I’ll go home instead of meeting friends,” Jason said, looking at her. “I wouldn’t be much company anyway.”

Sandra’s smile grew. “That’s probably for the best, as my texts might be a bit of a distraction.”

Jason smiled and said, “That’s an understatement.”

Sandra said, “When we get to the room, I want you to unlock the door.” They both knew this was the final test. The final affirmation that Jason was okay with this. “Now, remember, I’ll send you a text when I’m going to suck him, or afterward, depending on what works best. And then, I’ll send you one... You know, after we have done it.”

He gasped, his knees nearly buckling as her words hit him. Heat rushed to his face. He felt a mix of emotions. Longing twisted in his stomach as his penis tried to harden inside the cage. He could almost feel Sandra’s presence in the sensation—her authority, confidence, and affection—leaving him exposed, vulnerable, and deeply wanted. His breath came in short bursts, his heart pounding as dread, excitement, and anticipation all fought inside him.

Sandra smiled and said, “I might have a couple of surprises for you during the night, depending on how things go.”

Jason wasn’t entirely sure what she meant, but it still sent chills down his spine. His head was already spinning, and he hadn’t had any wine since he was driving. He let out a heavy breath as they reached Darien’s door. Sandra glanced down the hallway before kissing him again. Jason’s hand was shaking as he slid the key into the lock, and the click sent another wave of anxiety and excitement through him. Sandra opened the door. Jason looked past her at Darien, who was still in slacks and a white shirt, lying on the bed and watching TV. After a quick kiss, Jason watched Sandra go into the room.

The heavy door closing in his face brought a new wave of worry to his stomach. He stood still, his heart pounding as he remembered Sandra’s last look. Would she come back different? Would he? The empty hallway seemed to close in on him. Even as his anxiety grew, his body kept reacting, his penis pressing tightly against the cage. He tried to make sense of these mixed feelings as he found the stairway to the garage and left.

Sandra entered the suite with even more eagerness than Jason had felt. The room was on the twenty-second floor, with floor-to-ceiling windows showing the city’s bright lights and winding streets. Darien stood up as she walked in, and they met in a deep, passionate kiss.

“I’ve been craving that since we saw each other last,” she spoke quietly, her voice husky. “I wanted to kiss you the moment we sat down.”

“I know,” Darien replied, his lips finding hers again. “I felt the same.”

Sandra sensed the stirrings of his arousal below her touch. She was on fire, and she could tell that he was already hard. Looking into his eyes, she surprised him when she asked, “May I suck you off to begin?” She felt her face turn red at her bold words. Then she saw the surprise flutter across his face.

“Absolutely,” he responded with a shocked smile. “It will certainly help me last longer afterward.”

“To put it crudely, as I think you know, I love sucking cock... and swallowing. And my doctor assures me that swallowing semen is beneficial for both my mental and physical well-being,” she said with a smile and sparkling eyes.

Darien chuckled. “I’ll take your word for that. And I’m quite fond of your doctor now.”

Without pause, Sandra shed her heels, suddenly making her feel very small next to the tall man. She left her dress in place, then dropped down before Darien, her glance lifting to his as she slowly unzipped his slacks. Moments later, her hand was inside, caressing his engorged penis. It wasn’t fully rigid yet, which made it easier to remove. As it emerged into the open air, she suppressed a soft gasp. It had been dark in the car the last time she had seen it. But now, in the room lights, it was more magnificent than she recalled… long and dark, crowned with a head of the most exquisite purple. Her eyes met his as she took him into her mouth, her slow, deliberate sucking punctuated by a quiet moan. She was now thoroughly soaked, and she could feel her juices running down her thighs. She almost wished she had kept her panties. She watched his eyes, which seemed to roll back in his head. His hands gently held her head.

“I’ve been dreaming of this for weeks,” he rasped.

Sandra offered no reply, her mouth fully occupied. She pulled back slightly, lowering her head to his large, rounded testicles. She took one into her mouth, then the other, eliciting fresh moans from his lips. Then, she returned her attention to his penis.

“May I sit down before I fall?” Darien whispered. Sandra released him and nodded. He sank back onto the bed, and she followed, still on her knees, never relinquishing her hold. She resumed her ministrations, sucking and stroking until he was gasping with urgent need. She looked up at him one last time before taking him deep. She gagged for just a second before it slipped deep down her throat.

“That’s… incredible,” Darien breathed, his eyes staring. “I’ve never witnessed anything so erotic.”

Again, Sandra could offer no verbal reply, her mouth now enclosing him completely, as deep in her throat as it could go. She held him there, drawing out the moment until she needed to breathe, and only then did she pull back. Soon, she established a steady, unhurried rhythm, her movements purposeful. She wanted to swallow his seed now… she needed to. But she wanted it to last too. She kept her motion slow, savoring every inch of him as her head moved up and down, now with no hesitation. She adored the feeling of his long shaft all the way down her throat. Her lips at the base confirmed she took every inch each time. Her saliva was running in streams down his shaft and off his balls.

“Damn, I’m close,” he moaned.

She uttered her approval deep in her throat and drew back, using her mouth on the head while her hand stroked him. Then, she felt him stiffen, and she knew it was coming. A moment later, he blasted his sweet seed into her mouth. A moan escaped as her mouth filled with his cum. Then, as she swallowed, she began to climax. He had not lied when he said he had waited for her, and the volume was immense. With each swallow, she experienced another climax until she couldn’t tell one from the other.

The instant Sandra’s lips left Darien's now rapidly drooping penis, she paused and looked at him. “Would you mind if I sent a text?”

Darien smiled and nodded. He was satisfied for the moment, but he also knew what Sandra needed to do, and he approved wholeheartedly. He didn’t want Jason to feel left out. He knew the consequences of that.

Sandra excused herself and went to the bathroom, where she sent Jason the first text. “I just sucked him off, and it was amazing. His cum is so good. Love you,” she said. She hoped that Jason wasn’t startled by the text arriving so quickly. She smiled and went back into Darien.

As Jason got onto the expressway, he pulled Sandra’s panties from his pocket and brought them to his nose. As he inhaled her scent, his phone suddenly pinged. Sandra had warned him about it, but he hadn’t expected it so soon. He almost lost control of the car. Luckily, traffic was light. He realized the text meant Sandra was either in the act of sucking him or had just finished. The second seemed more likely—she wouldn’t interrupt herself. He’d seen her skill before, even right in front of him with Andre. He knew how quickly she could make a man climax, even one determined to hold out. The act unsettled him, but it wasn’t a surprise. He thought for a moment about pulling over, but decided he wanted to be home when he read it. He pressed the gas, anxious to get home before multiple texts arrived.

A few moments later, she went back to Darien and stepped into his arms. Their lips met in a kiss. She yielded to his embrace, melting against him. When they parted, he grasped her dress, drawing it over her head and leaving her exposed and naked before him. It was the first time he had seen her naked, and the sight stole his breath. Her skin, so pale and flawless, seemed almost unreal. Her blue eyes sparkled in the light as he gazed upon her. Her lips, still dewy from their recent intimacy, glistened. Her breath came in shallow gasps as his eyes followed the perfect curve of her breasts, medium in size and exquisitely formed. Her nipples, hard and pink, beckoned him. He lowered his head and drew one into his mouth, eliciting a soft moan as she clutched his head. After he had savored both breasts, he lifted her as if she weighed nothing, laying her gently on the bed. Again, he looked. His pulse throbbed against his chest, his erection hardening anew. As he watched, she slowly parted her legs, revealing her swollen, slick lips. An urgent need seized him. He quickly shed his clothes, ready to join her.

Sandra caught her breath. His body looked incredible in the light, his muscles moving under his dark skin. His shoulders were broad and his chest rippling with muscles. She glanced down at his erection and watched it grow without being touched. When it was back to full size, she realized it would be a challenge to take him fully, but she was ready. She opened her arms, and he joined her on the bed. They kissed with renewed passion, his hands moving over her breasts before drifting lower. Sandra moaned as his finger gently explored her, then slowly slipped inside. He could feel how tight she was and knew to be careful.

They hugged and kissed for some time before Darien said, “I need you. I’ve been waiting and dreaming about this for weeks and weeks.”

“Yes, I need you too, more than you can imagine. I’m yours. Just be gentle. It’s been a long time,” she replied.

Darien smiled as he moved between her legs, kneeling. Then, to Sandra’s surprise, he asked, “Do I need a… uh… condom?” She would have laughed if the question hadn't been delivered with such tenderness. At that moment, she knew she had made the correct choice. Few men would have even thought to ask.

“No, of course not,” Sandra said. “I want to feel you bare inside me. I want to feel your seed inside me. Please.”

“What about lube?” he asked.

“No. I think I am plenty wet. Just take it slow,” she said, realizing that he was probably the most considerate lover she had ever had.

Darien nodded, lifting her legs and inching forward until his penis’s head rested at her opening. He gently moved the head up and down between her wet lips, moistening it further. Then, deliberately slow, he pushed forward a few inches, letting the head slip fully inside. He moaned at her exquisite tightness. “You weren’t kidding; you are amazingly tight. It has been a long time, hasn’t it?”

“Yes, years and years,” she said sharply, an utterance that was both an affirmation and an invitation to continue.

He continued to push, slowly, until half was sheathed within her body. Then he withdrew, his penis now wet with her fluids. He pushed in again, another inch disappearing. He withdrew, then advanced again, each time letting her take more of him.

“Yes, yes, just like that,” Sandra whispered. She already felt his penis touching places she hadn’t been touched in years, if ever, even with her artificial cock.

Slowly, he worked deeper until he heard her release her breath. She had taken him fully. He paused, remaining inside her, then moved over her until he was pressed against her breasts. He kissed her deeply.

It took Sandra a moment to adjust, breathing heavily against his lips. When she was ready, she lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist. “Now, take me slowly,” she breathed. She couldn’t remember ever feeling so full, so completely taken. His penis was the perfect size for what she needed, for what she had longed for. Now that she had it, she wasn’t going to let it go.

Darien began to move in and out, slowly, listening for the sounds that told him she was ready for a quicker pace. She was breathing heavily, her arms and legs gripped tightly around him, her head buried in his neck, her eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.

Sandra felt how easily he moved inside her now. She was stretched in a way she hadn’t felt in years, and it felt wonderful. The physical pleasure surged through her as she grew more accustomed to his size and movement. Now, she wanted more. She wanted it fast and hard. “Fuck me hard now,” Sandra hissed as pleasure swept over her body.

Darien slowly increased his rhythm until his hips moved with rapid intensity. The heat of their bodies mingled in the humid air, beads of sweat sliding across his back and down the arch of her waist where his hands grasped her tightly. Skin met skin, slick and burning, every thrust causing a shiver through him. He was grateful she had gotten him off earlier, for he was sure he wouldn't have lasted otherwise. She was still incredibly tight, making it difficult for him to maintain his control. The scent of their arousal hung heavy, intoxicating, each breath brimming with the musky mixture of their bodies. But now, knowing he could, he pulled her more closely and thrust into her freely. The slapping and their moans of pleasure echoed against the walls. A moment later, he felt her tense beneath his touch, her nails clawing into his shoulders, and then she cried out. The sound carried down the hallway.

“I’m cummming,” she screamed, her hips rising to meet his thrusts. This was it, what she had been missing for so long. As the wave of pleasure rolled over her, Sandra felt herself unraveling, every nerve ending burning in pleasure that left her gasping and overwhelmed. In that endless moment, her mind emptied of doubts and worries, replaced by a raw, aching joy and the relief of fulfillment. She climaxed, again and again, for what seemed an eternity. With each tremor, she felt herself coming undone, every part of her body alive and exquisite in its release.

When one climax ended, Darien’s steady thrusts brought on another, and then another. Each time Sandra cried out, Darien felt pride and longing. He watched her give in, amazed by how free she was, and felt a strong connection between them. Sandra grunted with each deep thrust, but it wasn’t pain—she wanted this. In the middle of it all, she held onto him, grateful to be wanted and taken so fully. She knew she’d be sore tomorrow, but she didn’t care. She lost track of time as Darien kept going.

Finally, some twenty minutes and uncountable climaxes, Darien warned that he was about to cum. His words pushed her to another peak.

Sandra lifted her hips and screamed, “Yesss!”

Then he released. She felt it. She felt the power of his seed blasting deep inside her. It had been so long, and she had missed it so much. She held him tight as his cock throbbed deep inside her, filling her with his potent seed. Finally, as Darien’s thrusts slowed, he collapsed on top of her, his still-pulsing penis slowly growing soft inside her.

Sandra realized she must have lost consciousness for a few moments; when she opened her eyes, Darien was lying next to her, his breath still ragged, his still-large penis, wet and dripping, was lying on his thigh.

“Wow,” was all she could say. She was still trembling as she felt his seed flow out of her. She had never had climaxes like this before. Nothing compared to this or to Darien.

As she lay there after amazing sex, a rush of emotions hit her—excitement mixed with a bit of guilt. Thoughts of Jason came back. She still felt excited, but underneath was a hint of longing and hesitation. She wondered how he would feel about what she was about to share. Without thinking too much, she picked up her phone.

Darien joked, “Making a phone call?”

“Yes, I’m telling the world how great you are,” she said in return.

“I could do the same.”

“I’m letting Jason know how things went. I’ll just be a second,” she said, and got out of bed and went into the bathroom. It was the agreement they’d made—complete honesty, no secrets. No matter how intense things got with someone else, she always wanted to be kept in the loop, to make him part of it from afar. That was what would let everything work between them.

Her heartbeat accelerated, and she felt a shiver trace along her skin as she unlocked her phone. She felt the damp heat of Darien’s seed skimming the insides of her thighs as her breath paused. Then she sent a text. “Wow, he was wonderful. I’m standing in the bathroom with his cum running down my legs. I can’t believe how hard and how long he fucked me. He filled me to overflow. Wish you were here.”

Then Sandra decided to call him.

Jason was now home and had read the first text. His penis was already straining inside the cage, and his heart skipped a beat as he read the second text. Then he was barely done reading when he heard the phone ring and saw it was Sandra. He answered. His heart immediately began to throb in his chest at the image she had caused to go through his head. There was a rush of arousal and longing, mixed with a sharp bitterness that cut into him unexpectedly. He felt a raw jealousy twist low in his stomach, the reality of her with someone else more vivid than ever before.

“Hi,” he whispered almost hesitantly.

“Hi sweetheart,” she said breathlessly. “I know I said I would just text you, but I wanted more. I wanted to tell you how much I love you and say that you are the best husband in the world for accepting this.”

Jason wasn’t sure how to answer. He had tears in his eyes. “Thank you,” he said.

“Darien was so amazing and caring. We made the right choice. I am so lucky to have the two of you in my life. I have tears in my eyes right now,” she said.

“Was it... was it that good?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“The best I have ever had. And it is not just because it had been so long, although that is part of it. He was amazing, and I know this might sound strange, but knowing you approved and were there at home waiting for me made it even more special. I feel so loved and cherished, not just physically, but mentally. And you are the biggest part of that.”

Jason shivered at her words. They were the right thing to say. But that didn’t mean that he didn’t have a knot in his stomach and the lingering feeling of being alone. The truth was indisputable: his wife had made love to another man. Images spun in his mind—Darien, powerful and self-assured, and her, open and honest even in her pleasure. He struggled with the hope that their connection was still enough. It was almost like a dream now. Could his beautiful wife have really made love to another man? The proof was there in her words, yet he still couldn’t wrap his head around it. And the night wasn’t over yet.

“I have to get back, and I will tell you all about it when you pick me up. I just wanted to tell you how much I love you,” she said.

“Are you... uh going to do it again?” he asked, quickly realizing how stupid that sounded.

“Of course. Probably all night long if possible. I will call you again. I love you,” she said.

“I love you too,” he said, thinking maybe even more than he had before, because of her words. Despite the ever-present jealousy, her words had calmed him. It made him feel good about their decision. He knew he couldn’t go to sleep and would be awake all night, waiting for her next text or call.

To Be Continued