Here is the story of my wife's first time cheating on me. This literally just happened a few days ago.
As I mentioned. meeting with all of those guys a few weeks ago was extremely exhilarating for both of us. We were both so turned on when we got home that night that we really wanted to have sex. But, to add to the excitement, we had agreed to not have sex again until she had sex with another guy.
A couple of days earlier, we had actually had sex for the last time. I can remember just being hyper focused on every little detail, probably for the first time ever. The way it felt as I eased inside, and thrust back-and-forth. The subtle nuances in her skin and body type. The way every little thing felt. I kept thinking, "is someone actually going to experience this other than me?" It was an intoxicating thought. My mind was swimming so much with the thought that I actually became a little lightheaded.
When we met with the guy that we had already pretty much decided we were going to pick, I couldn't help but notice the chemistry between the two of them. I already felt a tinge of jealousy as I thought, "between me and him, he is going to be the next person to get to sleep with her".
My wife doesn't really own any clothing that overtly draws attention to herself. But still, she looks sexy in whatever she wears. She had on a nice green blouse that she wears in professional settings, and a black skirt. Not too short, around knee length or so. Beyond that she was wearing Black high-heels. She's just classy, beautiful, and I'm glad she wasn't overdoing it with a super short skirt, no panties look, but rather more of a regular girl look. To me, her classiness is part of her sexiness. And we both know that guys are going to want her regardless of what she wears.
The guy that I'm talking about, the guy that we actually chose to do this with, has been a friend of ours for about eight years. We were really good friends with him and his ex-wife. They got divorced about four years ago. We really hadn't talkedto him much over the last four years, but as my wife started to warm to the idea of this little adventure, his name came up.
About a year ago, when I started to think that this was a possibility, I talked to him and ever so casually brought up the topic of sexual fantasies after a few beers. After several different occasions with this conversation coming up, he mentioned, as I'd hoped he would, that if we ever actually decided to do this thing, let him know. He always thought my wife was beautiful.
So there you have it, fast-forward nine months, and here we are having this ever so slightly awkward conversation together. All three of us.
We decided we would give it a go.
And about a week and a half later, give it ago we did.
Since he knew how badly I wanted to watch, we all agreed to go to dinner, and then go back to his place.
The morning of, I left the house early and went to the gym. When I got home, my wife wasn't there. I texted her, and she texted back a picture of her getting a pedicure and manicure. Great! I thought.
She got home about 2 o'clock, and got in the shower and began to get ready. We were actually supposed to meet him rather early, around 5. I think we're all pretty excited. At about 330, she had finished fixing her hair, putting on her make up, and was dressed. I said, "you're going to wear that?" She literally looked like she was headed to the office, not an affair. I said, "aren't women supposed to wear next to nothing when they do this?" At the moment, I wasn't really thinking about what I had mentioned earlier in this post. You know, the fact that she's a classy woman? She just gave me this puzzled, half disgusted look. So I chuckled and said, "you look really great. Besides, this is what the guys at the office see every day anyway as they fantasize about laying you across their desk". She rolled her eyes and We both laughed, and then sat down on the bed next to each other. We shared a 30 minute conversation around the subject of, are we really going to do this? Are we sure this is what we want? At the end, we both decided that we'd come too far and put too much emotional energy in to back out. Having said that, of course we could've backed out. It's never too late. But I think we were both carried forward by a sense of inevitability and a desire to put punctuation on a long ordeal.
I stared at her, and allowed my eyes to roam over her body. She was wearing a gray blouse that I have seen her wear to the office many times. It's button down. The V-neck comes down just above where her cleavage would start. She had on a necklace that I had never seen before. I guess she had just bought it.
The blouse was actually a tank top, with 1 inch wide straps going over her shoulders. This offers a glimpse at one of the, honestly, sexiest parts of her body. And that is her shoulders. Her shoulders and slender arms were enjoyed by my eyes as I traced up and down
Her slender neck, beautiful face, red lips, and gorgeous brunette hair that dances around her shoulder blades made me ache with desire.
She is probably the first woman ever to wear pants/slacks rather than a skirt or a dress to an encounter like this. I've seen her legs many times, and yet, these black slacks made me ravenous with desire, wanting to see what lay underneath. I can only imagine that she assumed that Chad would have the same response. She was essentially giving him the joy and pleasure of unwrapping a package.
I couldn't even enjoy the simple benefit of seeing what color she had opted to paint her toes, because of the brand-new 4 inch heels she was wearing. As she crossed her leg toward me, her slender ankle was visible just below the bottom of the pant line and the gap between her foot in the inside of her shoe, created by the high arches of her feet, was the only glimpses I got to see of the skin on her lower half.
Dinner was awkward. I'm not gonna lie. I'm not gonna sugarcoat any of this, or make any of it sound better than it actually was. Everybody knew what was going to happen after we left the restaurant, and that's pretty much what was on everybody's mind. And yet, we tried to talk about of things. Towards the end, after they both had a couple of drinks, it loosened up a little bit. But I could tell my wife was having to really try to be flirtatious. It's not that there wasn't chemistry, it's just, again, everybody knew what was coming.
We got to Chad's house, and my wife said, "I'm feeling pretty good. But, I'd like to have two glasses of wine in the next 30 minutes. At least before we get underway." We all laughed, and I thought, that's exactly what she needs.
