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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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His pulse and blood pressure are through the roof, the nurse informed the doctor. Did you take your pills as instructed, he asked me as I lay on the theatre table. Yes, yes off course I did, I reply but couldn't bring myself to say where the problem stemmed from. You see I had spent years trying to get my wife to be more adventurous, you know the sort of thing I'm talking about. Why don't you flash the guys in the bar, or on occasion I've said for her to "really" enjoy herself on the girls night out. The more I encouraged her towards other men the less enthusiastic she became. There were a few incidents were I thought she might follow through especially when young attractive guys paid her attention on holiday, but it never happened. I avidly read the accounts of hotwife's and their cuckolds and yearned for the thrill of fulfilling my fantasy.
Life has a strange way of kicking you when you least expect. The sudden excruciating pain across my chest, as I tightened the wheel nuts on my car, certainly felt like a kick. I will miss all the stuff about blue lights and endless waiting after the event in this account, long and short I was on a medical merry go round of treatments. Each time I had to attend the hospital, some considerable distance from home, we stayed at a hotel. On our second visit I noticed the young barman being very helpful when dealing with my wife. I watched carefully as she visited the bar area and sure enough she pulled the old classic of bending over a coffee table giving him a great view of her legs and arse. The third hospital visit was for a more invasive procedure and she would be kicking her heels, by herself, in the hotel all day. We went down to the bar the night before, wine for her, water for me. I could see her face light up when she saw he was behind the bar. I sat on a sofa watch the football on tv, she sat at an empty bar chatting with him. The bar was visible as it was reflected on the tv screen, I could see her as she was giving him ample opportunity to see her cleavage. They kept glancing in my direction to check if I was looking but nothing seemed to happen, just talk. The next morning she had put on hold ups and a transparent blouse with her tight skirt. Are you trying to kill me, I asked, dressing so hornily? She laughed, just looking my best for you. An hour later I'm flat out on a trolley in a hospital corridor waiting to be taken into the surgery. No point in hanging about here, go get your breakfast, I insisted, this will take hours. 30 minutes later a porter was pushing me along the glass connecting corridor. I could see the car park spread downhill to the hotel and...my wife arm in arm with the young stud heading towards the hotel entrance. My wife, I realised, must have arranged to meet him. I was going to be gone for hours.
Nurse we need stronger sedation, the doctor ordered. |
