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Jim's and Sarah's honest couple talk
Sarah and I basically live apart in different cities. Unfortunately our work situation has forced us to live this way for the past 5 years.
We stay close by visiting each other as often as possible, but it is still not the same as living together in a single household. This makes for some very frustrating days and nights. When we are apart for protracted times we sext and talk with each other and mutually masterbate to the sounds of each others pleasures.
Sarah is a vibrant attractive middle aged woman who has always had other guys hitting on her. She has a great body and a beautiful smile. Since we've been married I haven't had sexual interest in any other woman but her. My pleasure revolves solely around her pleasure. So that leads me to my honest talks with her about our sexual desires especially when we are apart.
In the past Sarah occasionally had silent affairs with friends from outside of our marriage. This was mostly at the beginning of our marriage and even though she would never admit it, I was very aware of what was going on. I never told her to stop, but I did demand she be truthful about it. Here’s where the story gets tricky. She knows what turns me on and yet she was deathly afraid to act on it with my knowledge. So I never condemned her for what she did, but I just couldn't get her to share it with me. Obviously we didn't have a perfect marriage, but those acts of infidelity literally saved our marriage. Deep down she knew that what she had done was to make me want her even more and believe me it did and still does. Now even though her silence caused a significant amount of stress for me I also knew and appreciated what she had done.
I would spend countless hours thinking and rethinking about it and imagining what she was experiencing at those moments. Where had she done it? With whom how often? At the time it led me to spy on her just to get a glimpse of her private life, but still she never did understand that I was perfectly ok with it because to me the sex was the easiest part to understand. I have always enjoyed a healthy sex drive. It's been a great 20 years of marriage and 20 years of me obsessing about her fucking other guys. To me it's a way of staying relevant in her life. Even though I would repeatedly tell her that it turns me on immensely for her to cheat, she would say that she had no interest in it. I knew that she had sexual interests that didn't involve me because occasionally her porn history would give it away. This led me to the extreme desire for her to explore her sexuality in ways others including her could not understand. I didn't even understand it sometimes, all I know is it drives me wild.
After many years of discussion we both believe that we can maintain a healthy sex life when we are apart if she fools around with other guys and includes me by simply telling me about it, letting me listen to her doing it and occasionally watching and even joining in on those occasions she decided we could play together. That way she can be completely guilt free, after all it's really not cheating if I'm asking her to do it. She knows she has my 100% support.
I have been able to focus in on the one aspect of it that leads me to very strong emotions of jealousy that drive me insane with lust for her not because she is with someone else, but because I am not in control. It is an out of control feeling like none other. The feeling of passion and love I have for her is amplified a hundred times over when I know she's doing something that I desire. I guess the easiest way to describe it is that even though we aren't together, we can still share intimacy with each other.
There are many great experiences that we have since shared as a result of our arrangement of me faithfully maintaining my monogamous vows to her and her having affairs with other guys to satisfy both of our sexual desires.
We found out the hard way that the key to a strong marriage is honest open talk among couples with patience and understanding. Sarah and I understand each others needs and she acts to meet my expectations without hesitation because she knows it makes us a better and infinitely happier couple. I allow her to do what she wants with anyone she wants, whenever she wants with no strings attached. Experts refer to it as a free hall pass for her to pursue whatever sexual interests she may desire.
If you find yourself in either a similar situation or having unexplainable desires to watch your wife have sex, then you should just talk to her about it. She may not want to hear it at first, but with time if you lovingly share your true feelings and wishes she will understand that it is not some trick, but rather a sincere desire on your part to be the most important part of her life.
It's no secret that sexless marriages are the number one cause of divorce. Understand that sex is sex and love is love. The confusion that crosses those lines is the same horrible miscommunication that comes from a failure on either part to be willing to actively give whatever it takes to make your marriage work. Failure is not an option it is an intentional consequence of silence.
Thankfully we can say that it has been a long road for us, but today we are happier than we have ever been. Despite our time away from each other physically, we are always together mentally. Our love, appreciation and respect for each other is unmatched by any other couple we personally know.
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Cheating Wife Confession
Well, the general consensus seems to be that you all want to hear about how I cheated on hubby (before becoming his hotwife). First, let me say that although he knows about my affair, this will be the first time he hears some of this…so it really is a true confession (and he’s already getting a boner sitting next to me as I type this).
It was about ten years into our marriage, and he was the president of a local service club, spending a lot of time away from home. Between work and projects and meetings (not to mention the kids’ activities), I was feeling a little lonely (and wasn’t getting the satisfaction I wanted in bed, either). I did everything I could to attract his attention…I lost 35 pounds and got to my pre-pregnancy weight for the first time in years…I tried to schedule romantic evenings, but things always got in the way. Even when he was home, he often fell asleep watching TV in his recliner or or at his desk if he was working late in his home office. We just weren’t making time for each other.
Now, let me back up a little. Before we had the kids, we had a great sex life. A friend of his once told him that if you put a bean in a jar every time you have sex during the first year you’re married, and then take one out every time you have sex after that, you’ll never empty the jar. FACTS….LOL. He’s a great lover, and although he’s not the biggest I’ve ever had (he’s pretty average-sized), he knows how to please me and I used to orgasm every time we made love. Sometimes more than once. But after three pregnancies and ten years of marriage, things got a little stale, and as I said, opportunities were few and far between. The spark just wasn’t there.
Anyway, his best friend (we’ll call him Tom) was the vice president of the service club, and tradition had it that the VP, upon taking over the presidency, should present a gift to the outgoing president as a thank you from the organization. Elections were coming up, and one day I received a text from him, asking if we could meet to discuss the gift and what I thought would be an appropriate choice. We made a date to get our kids together to play, and he brought them over the house one day while hubby was working. We decided on an appropriate gift fairly quickly, and got to chatting while the kids played outside. Tom is taller than my husband (he’s 6′4″ and hubby is 5′8″), and he’s ruggedly good looking. He has an athletic build and looks damned sexy in just about anything. I had often caught myself looking at his ass or his package when we were together, but I had never even considered actually doing anything. Well, while we were talking, we got to flirting a little. Nothing serious, but there was definitely a sexual tension building very slowly under the surface. He’s funny and intelligent and made me feel very comfortable, even while flirting with me. I found myself admiring his tattooed arms and chest (he has tattoo sleeves and as it turns out, most of his torso is covered in ink…which is a big turn-on for me). My eldest came inside and said the kids wanted ice cream, so we decided to leave her in charge and run to the store together.
Almost immediately after we got into the car, the flirting got more intense. He was driving, and at one point he looked over to me and said that if he could get away with it, he’d kiss me right there. I don’t know what came over me, but I said, “I’d like to see you try. No, really…I’d like that.” As we pulled into the 7-Eleven parking lot, he barely had the car in park when he leaned over and pulled me toward him for a kiss. It was electric. I hadn’t kissed anyone but my husband in twelve years, and my stomach erupted in butterflies. It was passionate and sensual at the same time. His fingers ran through my long blonde hair, and his tongue felt and tasted amazing. We broke the kiss and he started to stammer an apology, but I stopped him by unbuckling my seat belt and crawling over the center console to put my arms around him and kiss him again. I wanted more of that passionate feeling, and I took my chance. We kissed like that for a few minutes, and then I sat back in my seat and told him he’d better run in for the ice cream.
As he got out of the car, I watched his sexy body and tight ass walk into the store. I checked my face and hair in the visor mirror and thought about what I was going to say to him when he got back to the car. After all, he and my husband were best friends, and I was close with his wife. Could we do this? Could we get away with it? Should we forget about it and just call it a “one and done?” You don’t shit where you eat, and this could be very risky for both of us. But he was such a damned good kisser! And I hadn’t felt that kind of electrical attraction in years. I had to think fast, because he was coming back out of the store. I caught a glimpse of the bulge in his pants, and all my resistance faded away.
He tossed the ice cream into the back seat, and as he got into the car, he started to apologize again. I told him to head back home…the kids were waiting for their treat. As he backed out of the spot, I put my hand on his thigh and said, “when we get there, I might have a treat for you, too.” He smiled at that, and took my hand in his. We had just a few minutes to discuss it before getting to my house, but we both expressed how lonely we were in our respective marriages, and we both agreed that we couldn’t risk getting caught…for the sake of our marriages and our kids. We’d have to be very careful if we were going to do anything at all…but we both agreed that we wanted to…desperately.
We pulled into the driveway, and the kids came running up to the car screaming for ice cream. We went inside, got some Solo cups and plastic spoons, and dished out a few scoops to the kids. I told them to go outside and enjoy it on the lawn. When they had gone, Tom leaned over to kiss me again. Yup, the sparks were still there. I was tingling all over and I knew what I wanted to do. (Spoiler alert: hubby hasn’t heard this part yet…he didn’t know it happened this soon…sorry hon!) I reached down and gripped his cock through his pants, and squeezed gently. Oh, it was nice! He felt WAY bigger than my husband, and I was tingling with the anticipation of touching it for real. I squeezed it a little tighter and began walking backwards toward the living room. He followed dutifully, and we sat on the sofa and kissed some more. He felt my breasts, and I rubbed his crotch. His fingers ran through my hair and grasped the back of my neck. Our tongues were tangled together and we were like two teenagers exploring each other’s bodies.
When my husband and I were dating, and we’d be necking on my mother’s couch, I would cover his lap with a blanket and reach my hand underneath to give him hand jobs every night. I reached over to the armrest of the sofa and grabbed my husband’s favorite throw blanket. I draped it over Tom’s lap, and reached under it to unzip his fly. He kissed me harder, and positioned his hips so I could have easier access to his manhood. I reached into his pants, through his underwear, and worked his cock out of its hiding place. My husband always had to pull down his pants a little when I did that, because he wasn’t big enough for me to get really good access through his fly. Tom had NO PROBLEM in that department. His cock was a good nine inches long, and I could barely wrap my fingers all the way around it. It was slick with precum already, and I began gently stroking it under the blanket. Oh, my God, it felt amazing! Like I said, my husband always did a great job satisfying me, and when I needed something bigger than his dick, there were always the toys, which he was more than happy to use on me. But this was different…it was an actual, live, warm, wet, hard cock in my hand. Not a penis…a COCK! And a great kisser making me feel sexy and attractive and wanted. Something I hadn’t felt in a LONG time.
I stroked his schlong as we kissed and he rubbed my breasts and stroked my hair…and I could feel his hips begin to thrust slightly as I ran my hand up and down the length of his dick. I squeezed the head and twisted my hand around it, feeling the delightful lubrication from his flowing precum. I could hear the squishing sound of a wet hand job through the blanket, and my pussy was throbbing with excitement. I could feel the wet spot in my panties, and I was lost in the moment as we kissed passionately and deeply. He began to grunt a little with each thrust and stroke, and I knew he was getting close…
I could still hear the kids outside, so I knew it was still safe…and I broke our kiss and pulled back the blanket. I wanted to SEE what I was doing. I gripped the base of his shaft with one hand, and with the other, stroked his head and upper shaft wildly, twisting and changing the firmness of my grip with every stroke. He was grunting louder now, and his hips were thrusting as he lifted his ass off the sofa for a final thrust through my hands, and his cock erupted with a stream of hot, white cum that must have shot a foot and a half into the air, before coming down onto my husband’s blanket. Another five or six blasts of man juice shot out, and splashed onto the blanket and my hands. I leaned down, kissed the tip of his softening cock, licked up the last drop of cum, and looked him in the eyes as I licked my lips. “Yum…next time maybe I’ll get a little treat to eat, too!”
He let out a deep sigh as his body slumped back onto the sofa, and I grabbed the blanket and wiped him and my hands of his cum. I rolled up the blanket and tossed it to the end of the sofa, and helped him put Mr. Happy back away. He zipped up and we kissed some more. We could hear the kids coming in, so we scrambled to look normal, as they burst into the house. He rounded up his kids, and told them it was time to go home. After some whining and complaining, he got them into the car and kissed me on the cheek with a wink and a smile as he got in to drive away. Within 20 minutes, he texted me, and we made plans to get together the following day at his office for lunch.
An hour or so later, when my husband came home from work and sat in his recliner, he turned and grumbled that the kids had spilled something on his blanket…it was all wet and crumpled on the couch instead of neatly folded where he usually kept it. I apologized on behalf of the kids and told him I’d try to make sure it didn’t happen again…
(More to come about our ongoing affair…)
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