My Japanese Fiancée's Lover - A Sailor's Story Continues

TImaki320

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After my GF’s lover left the country, she and I got back together. I forgave her and proposed. She said yes, but she would be allowed to date other men. I agreed under certain conditions: that she did this discreetly, our friends and family could never know, and we would decide together who we would bring into our marriage for this situation. She said she was ok with it and our date was set. We sent out wedding invitations, happier times were ahead. I was transferring back to the USA and she would come with me and finish her education near my base. Our wedding would take place where we were to be stationed, near Brownsville, Texas.

We moved – got settled in and started preparing. There was no mention of another man yet but I could see she was getting antsy. I would catch her watching porn from time to time, reading erotic novels and giving me small hints that we should be looking on-line or something for “friends.” I had been careful not to make too many friends locally just yet. If we were entering this lifestyle – I did not want to get close to too many people. It just keeps the questions down.

Then it happened. I was traveling down a highway on my motorcycle when, of all things, a piece of furniture fell out of the back of the truck in front of me. I will spare the details, but my pelvis was basically crushed. I have blood flow issues and severe nerve damage. This was three months before the wedding. Not only can I obviously not have sex now, but I have damage that prevents me from getting an erection. It will be at least three surgeries and a lot of physical therapy before I can – if at all.

Akiko was understanding and extremely helpful throughout the process. However, late one Saturday night as I rolled my wheelchair into the living room – she quickly closed the window on the laptop. I asked her “what are you doing”. She just looked – she would not say anything. I think I knew but I did not want to press her. My medication made me irritable, and I did not want to start a fight at that moment.

The next morning, she came clean about what she was doing. She was chatting with an older man who lived near us. She brought up the fact that we had discussed she could see others after our marriage and now with my accident, it had expediated things. She told me “I love you, but I have needs. We also agreed before I came here with you that I could see others.” I said “yes, but under these conditions? I need you.” She told me “I will always be here for you, but I have been patient. I am meeting him today.”

I asked that I go along, that part of our agreement was I would be involved in approving anyone who came into our relationship. The meeting was set for that afternoon. She spent a lot of time preparing. When she came out of the bedroom, she was stunning. While she was wearing simple clothes, tight blue jeans and a black halter-like top with no bra, there was no doubt she would be turning heads.

She rolled me out to the van and helped me in – we were off. He was already at the restaurant and as we came in, he stood up. He was a big man well over 6 feet, a bit rugged with a few tattoos, he greeted both of us – and new my first name already. We sat at a booth, which made it a bit difficult for me. I just rolled the wheelchair up to the end of the table – they sat across from each other.

Their chemistry was immediate. They could not take their eyes off each other and began to talk. It was almost like I was not there. However, he did make a couple of attempts to keep me engaged in the conversation. I could tell it was a given, they would be together.

The medication I am on forces me to the restroom more than I would like to go, and I refuse to use the bag at this point. I want recovery; I do not want to be dependent. I excused myself to go to the restroom, and when I returned, they were outside smoking a cigarette. I sat there until they returned, and when they did, she sat on his side of the booth with him. The waitress when returning with the next round of drinks gave us a look like “what is going on here?” Akiko, now 21 was sitting with the older man who could have been our father.

After the waitress left, Akiko announced to me that Dan would be coming back to the apartment with us. I sat there, stunned. I did not know what to say, not with him sitting there. I bit my tongue and could only get out “already, are you sure?” He responded for her “yes, she is sure.”

As he paid the bill, Akiko began to push me out to the van. I held back as long as I could but when we got out of earshot from most people I said, “what the hell are you doing, bringing him to our home already?” Akiko told me “relax, no one said we are going to do anything.” He came out, go on his bike and followed us back to the apartment. During the drive, I begged Akiko not to jump into anything too hasty, that we did not know this man. She told me they had been talking for a while and she thought she knew him well enough, that no matter what happened tonight that I was to be respectful of our agreement. It was then I knew she had every intention of sleeping with him.

We got into the apartment, I got out of the wheelchair and into my favorite recliner. Once in that thing – I need help getting up. The VA has not fitted the house yet for all the helpful devices I will need. But I was tired, and I wanted to rest. I figured the bedroom was off limits for the moment. Akiko made them vodka and OJ; I took my nightly dose of medication. They put in a movie and went out on the balcony to smoke again. I could see them talking; then it happened. He kissed her. Not a peck on the cheek but a deep long kiss. They said a few more words to each other that I could not hear then came back into the apartment. She was holding his hand and guiding him.

“Is there anything else you need for now?” she asked. I asked her to hand me Bella, our dog. She did, then kissed me on the forehead and headed back to the bedroom with him. As he passed me, he patted me on the shoulder. I did not know how to take that.

I could hear muffled talking in the back, then she turned on the music. The talking stopped, Bella’s ear raised, almost like she could sense something was wrong. I knew what was going on. Before long the silence was broken by moans, a few bumps of the headboard against the wall, and a few times I could make out the words “God damn baby”. In about 45 mins, Akiko came out first. Her hair was a mess; she was halfway holding a towel to cover her front. When she walked by me, the back was totally exposed. Her ass was red; you could make out handprints where he had hit her. I could see his cum running down the small of her back. I asked her if she was ok. “Never better” she answered and returned to the bedroom. In a few mins he came out without her. He sat on the sofa next to me and said, “we need to talk.”

He told me that she and he had agreed this would be an ongoing thing, that he and I should have an understanding. He respected the fact I was serving but while she wanted to continue to see him, he had conditions. I asked what they were. “Simple” he said, “I will have a key. I will see her whenever I want. If he wanted to take her on a weekend trip or a long bike ride, they would ensure I had someone who would respond to my phone call should I need anything in my condition.” I could tell by the way he was talking; this was not the first time they had discussed these things. He told me that he would be buying us a fold-out sofa, because when he came, he knew I needed somewhere to sleep. By this time Akiko was standing next to him, rubbing the back of his neck while he spoke. He then told me, “I won’t spend the night tonight – I do not want to make you sleep in the chair, but we are going back to the bedroom again.” Off they went leaving me and Bella to finish watching the movie, while he fucked her for the second time.

At 2 am he left. He helped me out of the recliner and into my chair. I went to the restroom for the first time in hours, then pulled myself into bed. The bed was a wreck. There was a wet spot where I normally sleep. Akiko was too tired to change the sheets and just gave me a big towel to put over the wet spot. We said little. She was out cold in two minutes. I laid there thinking of what had just happened.

I will continue our story later – but to let you know a bit about where this is going: we did get married, he attended our wedding (posing as a military boss of mine) and he followed us on our 10 day honeymoon. I will let you know the details of that later, but my medication is kicking in now.
 
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It sure sounds like a real test for you to accept. Don't get me wrong because the cuckold humiliation can make it all worth it for some men.