After Karen left I went up to check on my wife.
She was flat out and I realised that she was naked. A thought popped into my head. I hesitated a few seconds, unsure whether acting on it would wake her up or not. But in the end I couldn't resist.
Gently, I lifted the bottom of the duvet up, so that I could see her swollen and freshly-fucked pussy. I wanted to see what kind of state it was in after this Andy guy had apparently given her such a good fucking.
The first thing that hit me was the smell of her. That hot, musky scent that was emanating from between her legs and had been building, trapped under the bedding. Released, it wafted up to greet me, the pheromone-rich brew causing my cock to involuntarily stir.
Her lips were still dishevelled, the inner ones still slightly swollen and protruding. Her whole pussy was redder than normal and even now her lips gleamed with her juices.
I thought about how another man's cock had done this to my wife's most intimate part. The part that should be sacred and reserved only for her husband.
Just a couple of hours ago, that other cock had been been deep inside this cunt, stretching and filling it, forcing these swollen lips apart, causing her to tremble as orgasms raced through her body, causing her body to create the copious juices that now coated her labia.
I so wanted to touch it, to lick it, to fuck it. I wanted to open her lips to see how red her hole was, but I had to resist. That definitely was too risky. She wouldn't be happy if she found I had woken her from her much-needed sleep for that.
As I looked at it, I thought about the last pussy I had seen... Chloe's, this afternoon. My last sight of that one had been my cum dripping out of it, before Chloe helped herself to a mouthful, her hole gaping briefly as she withdrew her cum-coated fingers.
I wondered how I would feel if I was seeing the same thing with my wife's cunt; another man's spunk dribbling out of it. I found the idea hugely arousing. Even better would be to see, and hear, her taking it, then opening her pussy immediately after he withdrew, to see that shining white deposit inside her and look up at her happy, embarrassed face.
Unfortunately none of this was likely to happen. My wife wasn't going to let me watch another guy fuck her. And I had already put a rule in place saying that she had to use condoms. The risk of catching something was just too great. Especially as I was now hooked on bareback with Chloe.
Admittedly I had told my wife that she could bareback with someone if she found a regular fuck buddy, someone whom she trusted. However, as much as I liked the idea of someone else cumming in her, that was more than outweighed by my dislike for the idea of her developing that kind of closer relationship, that kind of bond, with another man.
I replaced the duvet softly. Wistfully thinking of how those fantasies were unlikely to be fulfilled. But still, I knew I should be glad with what I had. That was already immeasurably better than what I had believed possible just a few short weeks ago.
I went back downstairs quietly. I chatted on Kik with Chloe for a while, whilst also browsing Fab. I sent some messages to a few couples, thinking that a foursome might be a good way to expand Chloe's horizons a little further. I asked her what she thought and she said she loved the idea. She preferred the thought of that as a next step, before visiting a club for the first time.
I also messaged a couple of relatively local women who had recently set up profiles. I hadn't really browsed any new profiles since hooking up with Chloe, but I had now lost Karen and, in addition to that, all the experiences my wife was having with new people was making me itch for the thrill of a new hook up too.
There was no response from anyone. Most of my messages were unread, so, around 11.30, I decided to call it a night. I also decided to sleep in the spare room, so as not to disturb my wife. I checked in on her before I turned in. She didn't look as though she had moved an inch.
I set my alarm for 6.50 am, 10 minutes before hers would be going off. With it being Monday the next day, and us both having to work, I wanted to wake her a little earlier, just to give her the chance to come-to gently, rather than having to jump straight out of bed.
I fell asleep straight away. I hadn't realised what an effect the weekend had had on me either. My wife fucking two other men, including one in her first FFM, and me having both my wife and Chloe. It had truly been a great start to our new lifestyle and I was looking forward to many similar weekends in the years ahead. But boy was it knackering...
After my alarm woke me the next morning, I went through to see my wife. She still looked like she hadn't budged. I knelt by her side of the bed and stroked her hair, calling her name softly. She slowly stirred and finally opened her eyes.
"Hey" I said "remember me?"
She blinked a few times, momentarily lost whilst everything came back into focus.
"Hi" she replied. "Wow! What time is it?"
"Five to seven. Monday morning. Sorry"
"God, how long have I been asleep for?"
"About 11 or 12 hours I think. I'm not sure, I didn't put you to bed. Karen did"
"Karen?" she stopped. Looking upwards, her eye movements showing that she was trying to recall the events of the night before. "Karen! Yes. I was so tired. She helped me get into bed"
And then she stopped again, other details coming back to her "you weren't here" it was a statement, not a question.
I think she knew the answer to the question she asked next, but she asked it anyway "Where were you?"
What did I say to that? Tell her the truth? I shouldn't hide things from her now, but was she ready to hear it? Did she want to hear it.
"I went out" was all I could think to say. It was so bland an answer, so obviously lacking in any detail it was obvious that I was keeping something back. That just confirmed to her what she already intuitively knew.
"Did you go to meet someone?"
Mentally I took a deep breath. Shit, I didn't think this was the right way to do this. I liked to have everything thought through in advance.
"Yes" was all I said. I wasn't voluntarily giving out any more than was absolutely necessary. Besides, I was pretty sure that we had agreed that I would be discreet and that she didn't need to know all the details of any meets I might have. I had certainly suggested that approach.
"Oh"
This time it was her response that was lacking any further detail or substance, but I sensed that she wasn't thrilled at the idea that I had been with another woman.
Then she realised something else. "How did you know Karen put me to bed? Did you speak to her? Was she still here when you got home?"
"Yes. She didn't want to leave you alone. I don't think she had been waiting long... She seems really nice."
She gave a half smile. "She is"
With that she suddenly sprang into action "I need to get going" she said and headed off to the shower.
I went downstairs to get breakfast, whilst I waited for my turn in the bathroom. She was usually a good 45 minutes getting ready in the morning, straightening her hair and putting a touch of make up on, but that morning she was downstairs in 25. Her hair still tousled and held in place by an Alice band, her make-up bag sticking out of the top of her handbag.
She didn't even stop for coffee, let alone breakfast.
"I've got to go, got to be in school early today. Got a meeting about the outward bound trip"
And with that, she was gone...
I passed an uneventful day in work and returned home around six. She had her Zumba class, so she didn't come home until half seven. When she did she went straight upstairs to shower and change.
I hadn't heard from her all day and I had a growing sense that something wasn't right. Had things gone too far? Had going with other men made her realise that she didn't want to stay with me? Did she want complete freedom to do whatever she wanted? But hadn't I pretty much given her that already?
Or was it Karen? Did she want something more with Karen too? That was fine, within reason. We just needed to work out what the arrangements were, for all concerned.
Or was it me fucking someone else...?
I wondered if I should go up after her to talk. After all, I hadn't heard the details of what happened with Andy from her yet. But I decided to leave her to get changed and come down when she was ready. We could talk about everything then, including what was troubling her.
Finally, after what seemed an age, with me on edge, she came downstairs. I started to ask her how Zumba had gone, as a precursor to asking her about her day in general and then, of course, how yesterday had gone. But she cut me off before I had even completed my opening question.
"I'm sorry" she said "I don't think I can do this..." |
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