KK and I were engaged during our undergrad years in college. She cheated on my with a guy, Monty, then broke off our engagement to fuck him, "guilt free." The trauma of that event led me down this path. We eventually reconciled, and resumed our engagement, and got married.
Decades later, after KK and I started to openly enjoy the hot wife lifestyle, about a year or so into it, an opportunity arose for KK and Monty to get together again. I loathed Monty, and I raised significant objections to their "re-introduction" or any sexual contact. In the moment, I lost that battle, even after warnings that no good would come from the experience.
KK got together with Monty, and the encounter went south - far south. Afterward, I tracked Monty down. It was the sole ass-beating I've administered in my adult life, stopping just short of injuring him severely enough to the point he required hospitalization. In fully transparency and honesty, it was one of the more satisfying moments in my life.
Since that, KK and I have reached an ability for consensus about encounters that I object to.
Decades later, after KK and I started to openly enjoy the hot wife lifestyle, about a year or so into it, an opportunity arose for KK and Monty to get together again. I loathed Monty, and I raised significant objections to their "re-introduction" or any sexual contact. In the moment, I lost that battle, even after warnings that no good would come from the experience.
KK got together with Monty, and the encounter went south - far south. Afterward, I tracked Monty down. It was the sole ass-beating I've administered in my adult life, stopping just short of injuring him severely enough to the point he required hospitalization. In fully transparency and honesty, it was one of the more satisfying moments in my life.
Since that, KK and I have reached an ability for consensus about encounters that I object to.