Scarsdale, NY: Sunday 25th January 2015
Sunday evening
“Careful, they’re a little bit sore.” I felt Sue’s body stiffen a little, as if to prove the point.
“Sorry, do you want me to stop?” I asked as Sue snuggled into my body and I gently stroked her nipples, as she lay with her back on my chest as we watched some mindless Sunday evening TV show.
“No, it’s okay, just be gentle and go slow.”
I smiled as I got my reward, her nipples hardening between my fingers as I caressed them, being careful to follow Sue’s instructions.
“Are you thinking about him?”
“Would you be mad with me if I was?” she replied, still facing away from me.
This whole weekend had been a non-stop emotional rollercoaster, and I felt another wave of adrenaline surge through my body in expectation of where this was headed. I gently turned Sue’s face to mine and kissed her softly.
Gazing into those beautiful green eyes, I answered her question. “Only if that meant I was losing you to him.”
Sue smiled and traced her finger around the shape of my lips before her hand tenderly touched my cheek. “Then I’m okay, because you’ll never lose me to him.”
I smiled back at this wonderful woman and kissed her softly. “You know, honey, I love the game we’re playing, but I couldn’t bear to live without you.”
Sue could see that I was serious. “Do you want to stop then?”
“No, I’m not saying that. I’m just saying we have to be careful, that’s all. You said it yourself, honey, for women sex is a very emotional thing, and if we carry on doing this with Francis then you and he are going to grow closer.”
Sue looked thoughtful for a moment, “But that doesn’t mean I’ll ever leave you for Francis.”
I sighed deeply, “I’m just saying we need to be careful, that’s all.”
“Honey, I’ve loved you for the last twenty years. We’ve built a life together and have a wonderful son who’s the very heart of our lives. Do you really think I’m going to throw that away because of some affair with Francis?” her voice showing just a hint of frustration with me.
We looked at each other for a few moments, and I saw Sue’s normal patience re-appear. “Come on, honey. Let’s go to bed. I want to show this insecure husband of mine how much I love him and why I’m never going to leave him.”
She slipped off the sofa and led me by the hand, going ahead of me as we climbed the stairs to our bedroom. I winced as I saw the unmade and stained state of our bed, still showing the signs of Sue and Francis’ most recent coupling. Sue stood me at the end of the bed and pulled my shirt up and over and threw it to the side, her hands quickly working to unbuckle my belt.
She pushed my pants and boxers down to my ankles, then firmly took hold of my cock and started working her hand up and down as she looked directly at me. “This is mine, and don’t you forget it, mister.”
But after everything that had happened this weekend, I couldn’t help but wonder if she was comparing me to Francis as she stroked my manhood. To me, it looked so much smaller and less impressive than Francis’ big tool which she’d enjoyed so much these last few days.
Together for so many years, it was if she was reading my mind. “Yes, it is smaller than Francis. And I know that troubles and excites you, honey. But just remember, baby, I married the man, not the cock. My boyfriend Jared was bigger than you, but I married you not him.”
Our eyes were still locked together, her hand still working me up and down. But I didn’t think it was the right time to point out that her college boyfriend Jared had dumped her for another girl, so it was hardly an example that filled me with joy.
She kissed me softly, her tongue tracing the inside of my earlobe as she whispered, “I’m going to show you just how much I love you,” as she dropped to her knees and sank her mouth down until all five inches of my cock were in her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down as her soft hands tickled and gently caressed my balls. I’d spent much of the weekend forcing myself not to cum, afraid of the depression and doubts I’d feel afterward, but with Francis now gone I let go and flooded Sue’s mouth with my cum.
She swallowed it all, with just a few drops escaping to the corners of her mouth. I felt a painful stabbing feeling in my stomach as I recalled similar sights this weekend, when she’d blown Francis to completion and drunk his seed. Sue had always been a very sexual woman, but this just served to remind me that I was now sharing her sexuality with another man.
I felt more than a hint of regret that in just one weekend of pleasure-seeking we’d blown away twenty years of being solely focused on each other, and now I was just one of two men in her sex life.
We lay on the bed and made out, with Sue still playing with my limp and sticky cock. It had felt wonderful to have Sue’s mouth on me and to have my wife swallow my seed, but now I regretted it as I couldn’t make love to her until I’d recovered. As we kissed and Sue’s hand played with my shriveled cock, a sick and perverted thought entered my head.
Sue hadn’t had a chance to shower since her last time with Francis and I knew her pussy was still flooded with his seed. But the thought of going down on Sue and tasting their shared juices seemed incredibly erotic and forbidden. It would be the final act of giving Sue to Francis, signifying my ultimate acceptance of all that happened between them this weekend.
“What are you thinking?” Sue asked, seeing from my eyes the inner turmoil in my mind. An inner revulsion at anything vaguely gay held me back, until finally I couldn’t resist the desire any longer and I started kissing my way down passed Sue’s tits to her tummy and then her pussy.
“No, Pete. I’ve not showered!” she cried out. I stopped, another kinky thought entering my head as I moved higher and kissed Sue.
“Tell me you want this, Sue. Tell me you want me to do this, it’s the final part of me showing I’m okay with what you and Francis did this weekend.”
I could see that Sue was torn, thinking about what I’d asked but not quite ready yet.
“Come on, Sue. Think how it is. The three of us joined together, ignoring all those boring social conventions. Tell me you want me to taste Francis and your juices, mingled together in your sexy body.”
I could tell Sue’s mind was fighting a battle royal, torn between the eroticism of what I was suggesting and a lifetime’s conformance to social norms about marriage and relationships.
Looking deeply into her nervous eyes I kissed her, “Go on, baby. Ask me. It’s so hot.”
We just stared into each other's eyes for what seemed an eternity, Sue sensing that this was yet another watershed moment in the changes we were making in our sex life.
“Honey, you’ll be tasting another man’s seed, doesn’t that bother you? Isn’t that a bit humiliating for you?”
“Would it disgust you if I did it? Would you think less of me? As a man, as your husband?”
I squirmed in agony as Sue’s hesitated, trying to work out what she really felt.
“You’ve already given me to Francis, so I don’t see the harm.”
But something in her answer told me not to do this, that it was a step too far. It might be kinky and hot, and although she’d not said it, I sensed that if I did this thing then she’d think less of me.
I kissed her softly and could see she was now on the verge of tears. Immediately I was wracked with guilt. I’d read enough stories to know that Sue was on the edge of a meltdown as she finally faced up to what we’d done all weekend, and how it clashed with so many things she’d been taught and held dear.
But this wasn’t some story. This was real life and this was my own wife and best friend. I cradled her head in my arms and let her cry. I let the tears fall as she sobbed her heart out, the emotions and guilt of all the games we’d played these last few weeks suddenly flowing out in an uncontrolled deluge.
I held her for I don’t know how long, knowing that words weren’t any use. I had to let the storm blow itself out, and then Sue would be ready to share her thoughts. Until she reached that point there was little I could do but stroke her hair and hold her to demonstrate my love and support and that I’d always be there for her.
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Finally, I sensed the tears and sobs were easing off, like when you detect the easing off of a rain shower. We’d been lucky to have only a few crises like this during our marriage, but when they struck they always followed a pattern. Sensing the mood, I gently pulled Sue’s head back from my chest and kissed her softly. I said nothing, but looked into her eyes, signaling that I wanted to hear her thoughts and feelings.
“Sorry, honey,” she sniffled. “I don’t know where that came from.”
I waited. Sue knew exactly where that welling up of emotions had come from, and I had a pretty good idea myself, but she needed to be the one to do the talking.
I kissed her again and squeezed her hand in encouragement.
“I can’t believe we’ve just done what we’ve done,” she said in a barely audible whisper.
“Pete, we’ve just invited a man we didn’t know two months ago into our home so that he could spend all weekend screwing me.” There was a little sniffle before she continued. “And it wasn’t just you, honey. I’m as much to blame as you are. I loved every second of it. I couldn’t get enough of his love-making and his big cock. And worse than that, we sat here as calm as can be and discussed how it was okay for me to maybe fall in love with him, so long as I came home in the end.”
Sue looked at me, sighed deeply and then continued. “Pete, honey. Is this who we are? Is this what we’ve become?”
I looked at Sue, feeling her words were accusing me of causing this. She immediately saw my hurt look. “I’m not saying that, honey. We did this together. We both knew what we were getting into. You never forced me to do anything that I didn’t want to do.”
She saw I was still hurting and blaming myself. “Pete, we both did this! We’ve both played this game for years. It wasn’t just you.”
“But it was my fantasy. I’m the one to blame.”
“Stop beating yourself up, honey. We did this together,” she comforted me, her hand stroking my brow.
Suddenly I felt calmer, reassured that she wasn’t totally blaming me and feeling better because I could see Sue was passed the worst of it.
Sue was pleased to see me smile, and I tried a little dry English humor to reduce the tension.
“It might be a bit late, but maybe now’s the time we should have that ‘take it slowly period’ that we’d always planned,” I suggested with a rye grin.
Sue looked at me like I was the biggest fool she’d ever met, but then she smiled as she saw the funny side.
“Ya think?” she asked with mock exasperation. “I’ve just spent the best part of two days being banged by Mr. Big Dick, and now you think it might be time to have a little bit of a think and cool things down a little!”
I grinned, holding my hands up in surrender. “Better late than never,” I said apologetically, glad Sue was still seeing the humor in the situation.
As we cuddled and held each other, it felt good, and we started talking about the weekend and what had led up to it.
There was a lot to talk about. We’d both enjoyed the weekend and the weeks of excitement building up to it, but my question about going down on Sue had opened the floodgates of unresolved emotions Sue was feeling. She admitted that she knew something was off, but had been surprised herself by the outpouring of emotions. We’d gone through the whole intense weekend with barely a problem, but we were both realizing it was because Sue had been bottling up her emotions. Unable to process or share some of the things she was feeling in front of Francis, and also seduced by the novelty and eroticism of the whole weekend.
As we lay there talking, we discussed putting the whole thing with Francis on hold until we could get our heads straight. We were both happy with this decision and thought that Francis would understand. After all, like us he’d originally thought it a good idea to take things slowly. It was just things hadn’t quite turned out that way!
I told Sue that this time I’d do my husbandly duty, and I’d be the one to talk to Francis and explain what was happening. Sue laughed and said it was just as well, as otherwise he might lock that office door of his and screw her over his desk as he’d threatened to. With our atrocious track record of sticking to our plans where it came to Francis, I think she had a good point.
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The conversation with Francis went fine and he was immediately on-board with the idea of putting things on hold between him and Sue. He was obviously disappointed, but he got it immediately and was very supportive.
Throughout the next week, Sue and I spent a lot of time talking about everything that had happened that weekend. It’s an over-used term, but we did a lot of genuine soul-searching. We talked openly and honestly about pretty much every topic related to what we’d done.
We talked about the nature of our marriage, and whether in any we undermined our marriage or what it stood for if Sue went with other men and if I was the one encouraging her to do this. Eventually, we were both on the same page. We loved each other and were emotionally monogamous, committed to each other for life. And we didn’t feel that Sue having sex with another guy threatened or reduced that love, provided we were both comfortable with that person and everything was out in the open.
We talked about the whole emotional connection with Francis and the whole Heidi thing. Whether deep down he was looking for Sue to be some kind of Heidi replacement. We agreed that we couldn’t be certain, but there were certain tell-tale signs that this was maybe what he had in mind. Knowing this, I was open with Sue that although this risk had excited me at the weekend, now in the cold light of day it also made me afraid. Sue had been honest in admitting that if she kept going with Francis they’d inevitably grow closer, and so she fully understood my fear. When I reminded her of her own words, that there ‘were no cast-iron guarantees’ when it came to matters of the heart, Sue went quiet for a few moments. I think that was the moment both of us started wondering whether we shouldn’t maybe put an end to Sue’s short but intense relationship with Francis.
It was far less important than these weightier subjects we’d discussed, but the subject of me going down on Sue when she still had Francis sperm inside her also got a second airing. Sue confirmed my suspicions that, at the time, she would have thought less of me if I’d have gone down on her and sucked her and Francis’ juices out from her. But the surprising thing was that she said that if we did it now, after all of the talking we’d done, she’d find it hot and exciting. I teased her about her fickleness, and she just smiled and told me that was a woman’s prerogative, and that if I didn’t like it I should go and find some boiler-suited dike to live with!
I think it was part of the same conversation when we ended up discussing whether, now that she’d enjoyed a much bigger cock, sex with me was less satisfying and exciting for Sue. Sue knew me well enough to open this discussion with a shrewd question.
“Honey, before I answer that, can I ask you, what answer is it that you want? Would it turn you on if I say that I prefer a big black cock now and that you don’t measure up anymore?”
I blushed deep red. She knew me too well, but thankfully, rather than push me for the embarrassing answer I’d avoided giving her, she carried on anyway.
“I’ll tell you the truth honey. The good news for you, baby, is that I still love sex and making love with you. That’s because you’re an exciting and imaginative lover, but more than that it’s because with us we are genuinely making love. It’s an expression of the deep love we have for each other. One Corinthians fourteen.”
It might seem odd, but that’s exactly what Sue said. Although we weren’t regular church-goers, we’d both been brought up by deeply religious parents. And in all the years of marriage, we’d always used the passage from Corinthians as a kind of personal shorthand for the true nature of love. We’d used it between ourselves when one of us had needed to gently pull the other one up about something. We’d used it when we were bringing Donovan up, educating our only-child son in how he should relate to others. But, still, hearing it in the context of our discussion was a bit odd, even if I got what Sue meant by it.
There was a wicked grin on Sue’s face as she continued, and I knew there was a ‘but coming. “Anyway, that’s the upside, baby. I do still our love-making, because of what’s behind it. But if you’re asking me if it’s as physically satisfying as the sex I had with Francis, then purely as a physical act the answer would have to be a big No.”
‘Thanks honey’ I thought to myself. You could have just left it at ‘No’. The added ‘Big No’ was just gratuitous. Or at least, it would have been if Sue hadn’t said it with a wicked grin, knowing damn well it would push my buttons. But she wasn’t done yet.
“Francis’ big cock stretched me out and reached parts of my pussy that you’ve never reached, honey,” she said with a sweet smile on her face, as she paused for effect, “and never will reach, baby, at least, not without a little help from our plastic friends. A girl doesn’t forget something like that, once she’s tasted it. It would be like going back to a Vespa once you’ve ridden a Harley.”
“Okay, okay. I get it, let’s change the topic. Please,” I begged, but secretly having loved both parts of Sue’s answer. She’d told me the truth, and got me excited all at the same time.
By the end of that week, both Sue and I were in a much happier place. We’d come to terms with what had happened. We didn’t think that we were terrible people, or had in any way betrayed our marriage. On the contrary, we were both glad we’d had the courage to try what we’d tried and didn’t regret anything that had happened
One thing we’d not resolved was what to do about Sue’s relationship with Francis. On the one hand, we really liked him as a person and as a friend, and the whole sex side of the deal had been amazing for all three of us. But on the other hand, during all of our talking, we’d not managed to convince ourselves that he wasn’t looking for a Heidi substitute.
During our ‘carnal weekend’ when we’d suspended all reason in the passion and excitement of our first time doing anything like this, I’d actually been quite thrilled by the thought of Sue and Francis getting emotionally close. As long as she came home to me at the end of the day. Now in the cold light of day, I wasn’t so sure. The excitement and thrill was still there, but the dangers and risks were truly frightening.
The conversation Sue and I had about what to do with Francis was a long and difficult one. Partly we felt guilty about leading him on. And the excitement of continuing Sue’s affair with him was there and was strong for both of us. But in the end, we both knew in our hearts that we needed to end the relationship, but do it in a way that wouldn’t hurt Francis too much and would hopefully still leave a chance of staying friends.
When we both talked to him, he took it pretty well. Apparently, he’d been doing a lot of soul-searching himself, and our suspicion that he was mentally putting Sue in the same box as his late wife was spot on. When we talked, he said he wasn’t proud of it but he’d come to the same conclusion himself.
As we talked, he told us that at least one good thing had come out of this. He’d realized how much he was missing the physical and emotional closeness of being with a woman he liked and cared for, and had decided to join a couple of dating sites. In his own words, he still missed Heidi but realized that she wouldn’t want him to mope about. What had happened with Sue had given him the desire and the kick he needed to move on and see if he could find happiness again.
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We had that conversation with Francis right at the start of February, and after all of the excitement of the last six weeks, Sue and I were happy to have a calmer and more normal February. We were both pleased that things had gone well with Francis and that there was no blowback or adverse consequences at the hospital.
Partly this was helped by the fact that Francis had met a lady in late February who he was quite enamored with. In March he even persuaded us to go on a double date with them, partly by guilting us into doing it as the price to be paid for ‘dumping’ him, as he so charmingly put it.
Francis’ date was a lady called Roni, who was a very attractive divorced lady around the forty mark. They’d only been dating for three weeks, but already there was quite a chemistry between the two of them. We were pleased for Francis that the re-start to his dating life had gone so well, although I detected a hint of jealousy from Sue, as if a small part of her resented Roni’s intimacy with her ex-lover.
In March we had a week-long break in the UK, partly to see my family but also so we could catch up with Donovan. It was a wonderful week and we were sad when we had to head back, the time seemed to have just flown by.
During these two months, the sex between Sue and I was amazing. At first, we were a little shy in using it, but we soon felt able to use our memories of what had happened with Francis to inspire and spice up our own lives. Partly as a joke, but also for obvious reasons, our black seven-inch sex toy ‘Sean’ got traded in for a slightly longer and thicker toy, which naturally got christened ‘Francis the second’.
‘Francis the second’ became a frequent visitor to our bedroom, although I was careful that he didn’t visit too often. I teased Sue that having just avoided the risk of losing her to the real Francis, I was damned if I was going to risk losing her to a plastic version of the man himself.
Sue still saw Francis at the shelter, but now his dating life had started up again, they only saw each other on Tuesday evenings. I sometimes teased Sue whether now she knew Francis was unavailable it made him even more attractive to her. There was something in her jokey reply that told me that deep down she still carried a bit of a torch for the handsome Nigerian doctor. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised, and when I called her out on it, she didn’t deny it. Teasing me that ‘once a hunk, always a hunk.’
March went into April and all was well in the Jones family. We’d lived out our fantasy and lived to tell the tale. Our love life was great. Sue and I both felt like we’d dodged a possible bullet with Francis, but in the process, we’d managed to re-invigorate his love life. What was not to like.
The only slight down-side was that the addict that lived within me was having to live off the scraps of remembered images and sounds from our crazy weekend with Francis. This, combined with the occasional outings for ‘Francis the second’ gave him barely enough red meat for a starvation diet. And the rational me that was now back in control started wondering how long it would be before the demon inside me tried to do something about this.
But as it happened, the danger to our happiness and restored stability didn’t come from the demons within me. Nor from my beautiful wife, who was happily proving that the adage ‘once you go black …’ doesn’t always apply.
The danger came from Sue’s supposed friends at the hospital. News of Sue’s brief dalliance with the handsome Nigerian doctor had seeped out from the supposedly tight-lipped Friday clubbing crew. I guess some gossip is just too good not to share.
And three of these so-called friends, including the infamous Jenny of the Facetime feed, had got together to play a trick on Sue. They thought it was hilarious, but when a solemn-faced Sue explained to me what they’d done I could see she was anything but amused.
