Journal of a Journey - Book 46

I am wide awake and I am wired. Lying in bed next to her I couldn’t stop thinking about what we've put into motion. My cock shot up like a rocket and I fidgeted to get comfortable which disturbed her. She said that I should go to my study and have some fun but to come back quietly because she'll be asleep. Is this a taste of what is to come?


Mothers Day was very nice with our son and ******** both home for Sunday. We went to Suzanna’s parents for lunch; sadly, her *** doesn't seem to be getting better, if anything, he seems to be slipping into a bit of a depression if he's not already there. It's not good. On a happier note, we were home here for dinner which I took care of. Some nice gifts and a drop of wine were a distraction for a while until the kids disappeared back to their rooms and then the anticipation of the night returned.

I know it's in my head but I do feel a little lost right now. I know we're enacting my fantasy and again, I suppose it's a compliment from Suzanna that having found what turns me on now seems to turn her on also; I‘m thinking that's a testament to how close I feel we are.

As a weird thought, perhaps that's also why I want her to have this sort of sexual fulfilment with other guys; I feel it even if I'm not participating. I love the way she smells; the way she acts; the way her skin feels; the look in her eyes, I love how she is when she's like this. Yes, it drives me crazy but I do love that she wants to be with him.

We didn't really talk about anything tonight. She casually mentioned at dinner tonight with our ******** present that she's going to start going to the gym on Wednesday afternoon and hinted that I should have some dinner leftover for when she gets home. My ******** suggested, "we can wait till you get home".

I cannot find the words to express how turned on I am about what's about to start on Wednesday. I know we've done this before (I think I managed 3 weeks back when she was seeing Dan and was still getting her period) but this is different. This time it's her that wants it and according to her Robert doesn't know anything about what we're doing but for sure he's benefiting from it


She asked me earlier tonight if I was still okay about everything and then she added that she'd be seeing Robert tomorrow afternoon/evening. By the end of that conversation I was all horny for sure.

We headed off to bed and talked a little more. I told her I knew she was turned on about tomorrow and she smiled and said that she was and that she was excited about everything just as long as I was okay too. I told her that I've been horny since last week and she giggled and said, "I know" and that she liked knowing that.

I hugged her and told her that I loved her. She felt my hard-on pressing against her and playfully reminded me that I should take care of that myself. I felt her snuggle down into bed and as I lay there I got hornier and hornier lying there thinking of her next to me and how easily she seemed to say that. My cock was throbbing and when I started to stroke it she moaned that it was disturbing her and that I should go into the office to have my fun. Again, she told me to come back quietly and not wake her.

So here I am in my office (my nightly location it seems) and I am sooo horny just having heard her say that to me like it was nothing. It is also so hot to be thinking of her lying in there asleep, her pussy destined for him tomorrow. Wow, I can't express how turned on I feel; it's like my whole body that feels alive knowing how she's simmering away waiting.

I did ask her earlier if I was going to get to share in her fun tomorrow night but I didn't want to come out and put her on the spot so that question was open-ended. She giggled and said, "I'll tell you all about it when we have our time" and then without me asking she added "... you can have a lick or two if you want .... but not too much " and then said something about wanting to feel like she's ‘his’.

I'm not sure she would have been ready to discuss specific rules. She said she would share it all with me and we have both agreed to be open to talking and addressing things if either of us wanted to. I wonder if we should have agreed on having a safe-word or something like that but we do talk about everything and to be honest I don't think she's thought about things that far out either. What I will say is that it will undoubtedly be something we talk about over Memorial Day weekend.

I'm sitting here with a hard-on about to jerk-off before bed and I am faced with the thought that perhaps she won't want any. I had thought that I might get to enjoy feeling her breasts at times and certainly still kissing her and such but now I suppose that might not happen if she truly wants to feel sexual only with him. I can honestly say that I just don't know what she'll want to do, it's not something that either of us has discussed; what does she want?

I think perhaps that's the greatest turn on of it all is that none of this is Robert's doing.


I'm a bit calmer than I thought I'd be this morning as last night I really let off some steam. I am still surprised that I am still horny and even after jerking-off last night and the night before, I'm still sporting-wood this morning which gave Suzanna a little giggle. She looked at me and said, "We’ll fix that later tonight".

She's going into work a little earlier so she can leave a little earlier and have more time with Robert, he'll be working from home today. She didn’t hide that she was picking out some lingerie, panties and a teddy-top, for later; she saw me watching and made no secret of what she was doing. At one point she even said that she'd asked him to buy some lubricant for them and for him to keep it at his place as it can get messy if it leaks in her bag during the day. I don't think she appreciated what thoughts that remark provoked in me as we only use lube when she'd wants to have a lot of physical/forceful sex. Now that thought is stuck in my mind!

I don't think I'm going to really experience any of this until later this week. She's already announced that she'll be out late this Friday night and I know that will be when the reality of what she’s doing sinks in; when she comes home and I will not get to have sex with her. Is it crazy to say that in a way I'm looking forward to that?


Suzanna's just gone out with our ******** shopping for a while. Before she went we spent the hour eating dinner together a take-out that I brought home when I’d finished work. Suzanna was already home and had already changed. With our ******** hovering around we didn’t have a chance to talk other than her secretly confirming she'd seen Robert this afternoon. She'd texted me earlier that she was leaving work about 3:00pm which would have given them a few hours together. She didn’t need to say anything more what they had done for as we sat down to eat with her across the table from me, the grin on her face as she saw me staring gave me no doubt that she was sitting there with her pussy still full of his cum!

I stayed focused so as not to reveal to our blissfully ******* ******** that I was distracted or what I was distracted about! After they left the house I checked the bathroom and looked in the laundry hamper. There were no wet/stained recent panties so I can only assume she's still wearing them.

My cock is rock hard right now but I know that later tonight when we get to bed that I'll have my chance to relieve myself with her encouragement and hopefully learn more. Right now though, it's the reality that this may become the norm here in the future; for her to be wet and full from him. I have to say that while it has made me wickedly horny to think about at the same time it is also quite a scary thought. I'm remaining stoic and hopeful for later tonight that she'll not only share in what went on verbally but may also share it with me physically.

I'm actually not sure what I feel right now. Anxious is perhaps the most accurate description. I want to talk to her and to somehow see all of her even if I don't get to feel it. Based on how hard my cock is right now I am eager to get to it later tonight.


Right now, as I write, she is with him again. I hadn't realized her schedule until last night while we were 'busy' when I realized she was going to be seeing him 2 days in a row. I hadn't put it together when she said she'd be late, thinking at the time it was tomorrow and not today! The response she got from me last night left her no doubt that all of this turns me on.

Last night drove me crazy thinking of her as we had dinner together and her with his 'stuff' inside her pussy. After eating we lounged around watching TV with our ******** and did other 'normal' ****** stuff, Suzanna did some laundry and sat there next to us folding it. I did get over my initial response to that I felt so strongly at dinner but as we sat there we shared stealthy stares with each other and it left no doubt that she was enjoying her time both from being with him earlier as well as what she knew it was doing to me.

We finally did get into the bedroom at our usual about 10:30pm and she immediately kissed me passionately and said, "I'll bet you're horny!" as she reached down and felt my engorged cock. I stripped down and lay on the bed as she slowly took her clothes off and it was incredibly erotic to see her cami/teddy top underneath her blouse from work and as she slid off her dress pants, to see the semi-matching pair of panties come into view. All I could think of was her changing at his place and coming out to him dressed like that just as she was for me.

She giggled as she climbed onto the bed at how my cock looked and teased me with, "Aww baby, you need to cum, don't you?” followed shortly by, ".. but it just won't be in me". Damn if my cock didn't jerk on its own at that comment. She teased me about whether she should let me see her naked or not. I know she did it just to drive me crazy and it worked. She playfully pulled the front of her top away and let me look down at her breasts. She even slid up to me on the bed that pulled her panties back into a nice camel-toe. As she ran her finger up the underside of my cock she giggled and said, "okay, you can see me; I know you want to".

Her top came off first and I could immediately see that Robert had been sucking on her breasts as there were several hicky-like marks there. She giggled and said, "I told him he could do that as long as they weren't visible".

Hearing just how comfortable she is with him and how she seemed to be sharing with me at that moment gave me the incredible feeling of arousal. It turned me on so much to see her breasts that I just had to see her pussy and I told her so. I stroked away she pulled off the panties and teased me saying, "I was so messy earlier that I had to put in a pad." I could see she'd put a period-liner in them and it immediately brought back memories of when she'd have done that when she was seeing Dan so she could go about her business. She teased me more saying it meant she can enjoy feeling him in her afterwards. She slid the panties off and lay back and said she was sorry that she wasn't very messy now and admitted to having washed up a bit before she left his place.

I stroked away faster and faster, seeing her naked next to me was just the icing on the cake and my mind went to a million places thinking of her with him. She was just so comfortable in talking to me knowing how it does turn me on and that I do want to hear it. She told me how they kissed and how she felt passionate with him; she told me how his hands held her tightly; how they felt her breasts and how he pulled at her nipples. I did cringe a bit as she told me how he put his hand in her panties and how he slid his finger into her. What made me cringe was how she described how wet she was even before they'd started!

As expected, she again told me how tenderly he licks her at the start and how he builds her up until she'll cum while he's licking her. She told me she held his head in her hands and guided him as she came the first time but what turned me on even more was hearing her tell me how ready she was for him when he moved up to fuck her. She giggled and said, " I think I'm getting used to him" which also just did a number on me.

I was getting closer and closer to what I knew was going to be one intense orgasm. She told me how they rolled around on the bed and how she rode on top of him for a while. As she spoke I saw she was eagerly watching my hand and my cock and I could feel the dribble of pre-cum that I knew she could see. It seemed that the more intense my motions got with my hand, the more sensual her sharing of her fun became.

She started to describe the moments when she knew he was going to cum in her that first time. "I could tell like I can with you".

Oh my god,- hearing her say this stuff just blows my mind. Then hearing her tell me how she pulled her knees back and 'gave myself to him' just drove me crazy but when she said that, "if you look, you can see that I’m still wet and drippy from him."

I glanced downward to see her showing everything to me, that did it, seeing a dribble of clearish liquid along with the obvious smell of cum I let out a loud low moan and I stroked out a fountain load of cum. She giggled and cooed in my ear how hot that looked and how horny it made her to watch me and then she added, "... and for it to not be in me". It didn't matter, I could barely hear or pay attention to her as I squirted all over. One spurt reached my chin and the rest landed on my chest and stomach.

As I calmed down she began to do her usual of collecting my cum and feeding it to me. Maybe it was in my head but she seemed to play with it a bit more and dwell on scooping it up a bit more than usual. She kissed me between each fingerful she fed me and even though we hadn't had sex or even cum together sharing that erotic kiss with her tongue darting around mine, well, it just really made me feel good as did the hugs afterwards.

It was in between that I asked when she was seeing him again. That was when she looked at me quizzically and said, "tomorrow night silly. You know we talked about it ..." and then she added, "... that's why I don't want you touching or licking me down there tonight.... I want to go back to him tomorrow and we can pick up where we left off".

I was kind of speechless for a moment until she sidled up closer and kissed me and said, "but then I'll be home on Friday and all weekend". In that moment I realized what I had put into motion, that this was going to be the first weekend in a long time that we won't be having sex together. While I was lost in that thought she cuddled up to me and even thought it was only maybe 10-15 minutes since I'd cum she started to tease me, "you're still horny, aren't you?"

I nodded as I reached down to start to stroke but I knew it'd take a few minutes to get it up again.

She move up into sitting next to me Indian-style. When she does this her pussy opens up and as before she was visibly wet and all I could think was that it was Robert's cum that I could see still dribbling out of her; damn if it didn't get me fully hard.

She didn't so much tease me as share with me more of the connection she felt with him including telling me how much she came with him. She was sort of looking up at the ceiling and I ached when she told me how he felt in her, that, "... he likes to be so deep in me ..... it takes me a while to take all of him .... but, ohhh, when he's in the right place.....".

My god, I wouldn't have believed I'd be so horny and so hard so soon after having just cum but there it was and damn if I wasn't enjoying the heck out of it as I continued to stroke. I think in my head I knew and accepted that I wasn't going to get to fuck her and that I should let myself go and really enjoy this time with her. I know she leaned up and seemed to really enjoy watching me.

I needed a bit more to get off though and she knew it. She leaned over towards me and started talking softly in my ear, "He cums soooo much baby ..." and ".... after the second time, I knew I'd need that panty liner".

There was more but when she started to say how sexy she felt all night 'feeling him in me'. I know it was quick, even more quickly than I'd expected, but sure enough as my brain absorbed what she was saying it was almost involuntary, I started to cum without even realizing it. Again she squealed at seeing me spraying my cum all over my chest and stomach and again, as I stroked out the last dribble she cooed, ".... so hot that it’s not in me....".


I am home alone as our ******** is off out with her friends (nice that some of her friends now drive) and waiting for Suzanna to come home. She knew our ******** would be out but I don't know what to anticipate when she gets home other than, putting it bluntly, that his cum should be fresher in her and I'm hoping she'll be in the mood to let me go down on her. Despite cumming two intense times last night I'm sure that she'll have me do the same again tonight, hopefully as I am licking her and sharing vicariously in her fun.

We haven't talked much about Robert, last night was much more focused on her pushing my buttons and enjoying watching me cum. I do expect though that given our now intercourse-less weekend that we'll have time to share more and I'll have time to learn more about him.

Now, I just need to fight off the urge to jerk-off until she gets home.


It's a rainy Saturday afternoon, she just went out shopping for a while but when she gets back we'll have the house to ourselves.

I miss her pussy. Usually we'd be fucking up a storm right now but she told me to enjoy myself while she was out so here I am.

I've been of mixed thoughts for the past few days. She did come home later on Thursday and she did invite me to 'sample' her well-used pussy. She admonished me to, "just stay on the outside" and repeated how she enjoyed feeling just his cum in her. She did not offer me any sort of relief on Thursday but did encourage me to stay with her. She told me if it turned me on that much, that she wanted to hear and see me masturbate. I eagerly complied as she told me more of her time with Robert.

I am a bit scared. I hear in her voice how she enjoys being with him, enjoying the role she is fulfilling for him. As I jerked off she told me how he came in her the second time. She said she was on her knees leaning down into the pillow on his bed with a dirty movie playing on the screen in the background. To the sounds of the porno she told me how at that moment, her pussy was all his and how full she felt with him holding her hips. I came a moment after she told me how she felt to feel so full of his fat cock and then to feel him cum in her.

She hasn't gone back to wearing panties or anything like that. It's enough just being around her and now, knowing I can't have her, is so intense to think about. She teased me last night how she was still feeling wet from him and now I'm wicked horny again just thinking of that.

I can see she is starting to have the same feelings that she had when she was with Peter. I know that even though Robert may not want to be emotionally tied to her, I see that she is to him. It's okay; it's actually quite incredible to see her and to know what she's doing. It's also incredibly arousing to see her like this, no other way to say it, to see her so damn horny for him.

I'm now about to let off some steam thinking of her telling me to stay, "just on the outside" the other night. Oh my god, my cock is throbbing.


I was feeling really down about this yesterday but the sombre mood has passed and I'm more upbeat this morning.

I don't think I'm jerking off too much. It’s surprising but I do seem to need to cum quite often, more often than when we were fucking. I seem to get hard at the drop of a hat and, the thing is, I seem to cum a lot each time. Suzanna did comment about that last night too, how it seemed that way to her when I cum from what she's seen.

We talked more last night and I'm feeling better about things in general. She didn't relent or allow me to feel her but she did say at one point that if I did really need to feel her or to even cum with her that I could use a condom while she is 'all his'. I was surprised but she added, "it's only if you really need it though." She repeated to me how now she likes, " ... just having his stuff in me".

We did hug and kiss and she did say to me that while she thought this was sort of crazy at first, now that she's becoming more involved with him, that she felt like she could really start to feel that she's getting what she wanted.

In my somewhat fragile state it did hurt a bit to hear her talk about him like that but at the same time, damn, if my cock didn't get hard hearing her talk. She said that she hasn't had sex like this in years and years and she was very honest and said that she can't remember when she's been able to release (her word) with him so easily; how incredible she feels with him. She said that once she feels him in her that she loses all thought about everything else (I knew that she included me in 'everything'). The other thing she really extolled on is, "how much he cums in me" and how much that turns her on. At one point she said, "he's like a teenager," and that at times she feels like a real Cougar with him and that she even tries to compensate for her age difference with him.

We hugged and kissed and spent some really close time together last night though. She was right in that without the desire to have sex between us (well on her side) that it was easier to talk and to make the other parts of our relationship even stronger. I admit that it was perhaps easier to talk to her knowing we weren't going to be fucking.

I think the whole way she started this last weekend saying that she really wanted 'to play it for keeps' until Memorial Day weekend, that attitude has perhaps pushed me into dealing with my thoughts and such sooner than I'd anticipated. However, she was concerned about me too. She said she'd noticed and felt my melancholy feeling and that she wanted to know how I was feeling. Was this what I wanted? More so, was it giving me the feelings I'd wanted?

I told her that I felt I'd become a little disconnected from her and that I had hoped, in my head, that she would have shared more or been closer with me when she came home on Thursday night. She was quiet for a moment and then said that she would try to be better in the future.

That part made me feel better but then she said, "I need to be honest though" and added that she felt conflicted and even confused about how she felt when she did get home. She said when she got home, that she didn't want to jump right into bed with me and to let me have her (orally) right away the way I wanted to.

I told her that was part of our agreement and she said that I was right and that she thought once she started to see him more regularly, that all of this would become easier, more relaxed. I admitted to her that it turned me on incredibly when she said that I shouldn't be sucking at her pussy (licking her deeply was what I said). She smiled and said that she was sure all of that would become easier for her, again, once she started to see him more regularly. I did tell her that I loved knowing that she'd had awesome sex with him and that was what still turned me on.

Before we went to sleep last night she rolled over next to me and cuddled up and said, "are you sure you going to be okay with all of this?” I could hear her saying it and obviously she wanted my agreement as I don't sense any doubt in her that she wants this. I took a deep breath and said yes, and told her that it DID turn me on that she was only fucking him for now.

She reached down and felt my cock was hard again. She giggled and said, "'he' always tells me the truth" and smiled and said, "if you need to again, it's okay".

I told her that I was probably okay but added, "I'll probably need it tomorrow (tonight)."

She said, "Deal, I'll make it special for you too".


I am thinking back to why this feels so much more intense than when she's denied me in the past. I think it's because in the past it was so that she could be clean for her lover and I knew that I'd have her afterwards. This time, it's not that at all.

I'm sure it's also that we've had a pretty busy sex-life ourselves over the past few months and in a way, this is such a cold-turkey ending that's also weighing on me. I did tell her that hearing her share how she feels with him and about him is something that I need to hear from her. I told her that I think that may be something that was a bit missing this past week, that there wasn't as much sharing of that stuff that I wanted and even needed to hear. Somehow hearing her tell me how much and how easily she cums with him seemed to alleviate my feelings.

It sounds weird but I think I need to hear her tell me more about what she's doing and feeling for it to not seem so crushing to me. She seemed to understand that and said that she hoped that would get easier for her too.

She didn't go see him yesterday but she did say that she'll be seeing him on Monday and she told me that we could have some 'quiet time' together on Monday night if that was what I needed; to feel like I was a part of what she's doing.


I am happy with what we are doing. I know that the intense eroticism of Thursday night just hearing her tell me to not probe into her pussy; hearing her tell me that of her own desires, oh my god, you cannot imagine the height of arousal I felt at that moment. I know I want to feel this and it turns me on beyond belief that she will only share her pussy now with Robert. That intense feeling I get when she denies me surpasses all of the ill-feelings that I have.

When I see her getting ready for bed last night and I see her as she changes into her night-shirt and climbs into bed, there is something about knowing that she may only be fucking Robert in the future that just drives me crazy. Even more so it's knowing that it is her that wants it that gives me just the most intense feeling.

I don't know how I'm going to feel when/if she asks for this to continue. Based on what we'd talked about thus far and how she seems to be falling for him, I don't think there's much doubt about it. The part of me that is still wickedly turned on by all of this will surely say yes to her if she were to ask but I know that it's not going to be easy if she does want it.


I'm a bit concerned when I think about things beyond just the bedroom. I have those same anxieties in me that I felt way back when she was with Peter and I could sense she was emotionally bonding with him but, the thing is, I want to let her go with it this time.

She's continually assuring me that she loves me and knows what she's doing, etc. which, if I ignore the periodic moments of feeling blue about the loss of physical sex with her, comforts me that I still very much want to see this through.

I know I'm putting aside my own physical desires for her by agreeing to let her do this but it's just such an amazingly beautiful thing to see her openly love sex with Robert. I think that she'd still like to know Robert wants her emotionally as well as physically and it strikes me at just how liberating and empowering all of this is for Sue.

It comes across in every part of her life. I can tell from how she describes what's going on at work that she's so much more confident lately; at home where she's much more convicted and focused on things she wants to do; how the kids (especially our ********) are snapping-to and paying attention when Suzanna is talking to them. It sounds weird but knowing that it's because she's being 'well fucked' is an incredible thing to see and experience.

Sometimes I place too much emphasis on simply needing to feel the inside of her pussy and that sharing the rest of the experience with her (yes, me jerking off to/with her) IS very satisfying. She seemed to recognize what I'd said that I needed to be able to feel closer to her after she's been with him and as I said, she's agreed to try to share that time with me more. I can respect her desire for me to not probe into her pussy; I know she has always liked the feel of semen in her so this isn't totally a surprise but I think what I needed was bit more of a warm response and involvement from last Thursday.

Again, later tonight she's promised to make it up to me and to make it special. I suspect she's going to either let me play with her a bit; perhaps she'll help me or even suck me off.

I wonder whether Robert knows Suzanna may be exclusively his. He knows that we have sex infrequently and Suzanna is content to leave it that way as he doesn't know this side of our relationship. At this rate, her story is borderline reality in that come next weekend it'll be 2 weeks before we'll have had sex again. I don't know beyond that.

I don't know that Suzanna necessarily has separated her wish to stimulate me from her desire to be with him and have more sex with him. I actually believe things are still mixed together right now. My cock's response to what she says and tells me gives her no doubts that it still turns me on!

I don't know that she's fully sorted things out for what she wants with Robert. I'll try to find a way to get these answers without being so explicit.

I haven't thought this all through yet. I know that despite feeling periods of angst I'm happy with our trial-period. When we're together or I'm in a horny mood I have no doubts or misgivings about what we're doing. As I've said, seeing her naked and yet knowing I cannot have sex with her because she doesn't want to with me, it is something that touches me in a way that I cannot explain and yet makes me feel incredible. It is such an eerie feeling to see her feeling so wonderful and confident and satisfied and to know that another man has given her those feelings.

What I can say; maybe I have a bit of a masochistic side to me? Whatever, as long as I know I'm not going to lose her I definitely want this to continue.

I recognise it's barely been a week so far and that my thoughts and desires may change if it becomes 'weeks' but at the same time, I know it's what I want to see.


Suzanna did let me touch and play with her pussy and she encouraged me to go down on her if I wanted. She again said she was sorry for not making herself more available to me and that she would try more in the future.

As I started to gently play with her sensual folds and separate her pussy lips she said that she felt like she wanted to enjoy the time with Robert with just herself. I told her that I understood that and would respect it if it just wasn't all the time. When she felt my fingers and tongue teasing her vagina and felt herself starting to respond, she kind of pushed me away and said, "take it easy".

I looked up at her and asked her if she wanted me to make her cum. She went quiet for a moment and then said, "No, if it's okay with you".

I moved up the bed and by the time I laid next to her she was on the border of tears. I hugged her and told her she should talk to me.

She sobbed and said she felt terrible to say that, for now (and she emphasized that) she wanted her sexual outlet to be just with Robert. She said to me that she needs to feel that she can be all his and it wasn't easy for her to say it. She said she loved me and that she didn't want to lose me but now that she's started this with Robert, the affair she said she'd wanted, that she feels she needs to let herself go with this ... if I still want to let her. She said she hated saying no to me and that she would love to spread her legs and let me fuck her brains out but she looked up at me and said, "is that what you want or do you want to continue on with it being just me and Robert?"

I sat back not knowing how to react but for the want of something to say I said, "... then I think we need to talk".

I know that this wasn't easy for her, indeed tears started flowing at several points. She said she couldn't believe that she was actually telling her husband that she wanted to be exclusive with her lover; that even more she couldn't believe she wanted this with me, the person who's brought her so much pleasure and passion for so long.

I asked her if it was what she wanted to do for right-now and not to mind the past 25+ years. This was one of the points when the waterworks started up as she held off but eventually she nodded yes. I told her that I understood how she could be confused and uncertain. I told her that I was too.

Then I said that this was something we'd both started together and, without a doubt, that I loved her being sexual with other guys. I even patted her pussy and told her that I wanted her to share 'this' with other guys and that her doing so turned me on incredibly. She sniffed and asked me, "Are you sure?"

I told her that even though this past week hadn't been easy for me that I wanted to continue on for this week too. I told her, "Yeah, I would love to fuck the heck out of you ..." then I took a deep breath and said, "... but I would rather jerk-off than to ruin what you are feeling with Robert".

She asked me why I wanted her to 'fall for him' and I told her that I knew that if she/I stopped it now that it would be something she/I/we would wonder about for the future. She said that she understood that but she still wanted to know why I wanted it.

I told her what I'd said before, that I wanted to see and feel the excitement in her of her growing desire for him but at the same time I also felt that I wanted to, in a way, separate the sexual side of our relationship from the rest and to let her explore that part as she seems to want to.

I told her that, yes, I missed fucking her but that I felt great about the rest of our relationship. That in a way, I want to see and know that the rest of it is stable even if we aren't sexual together. She giggled and said that she too had thought about this in the past and maybe that's part of what's in her head too.

I don't think she was ready for what I said next, that I thought it was incredibly arousing to me to know she is his and that it turned me on incredibly to think and know of their sexual pleasure together. I came out and told her that for now, it turns me on that she will only have sex with him, "Like some of those Penthouse Stories we like so much".

I told her that I didn't want it forever but that for now it was something I wanted to feel with her.

I asked her if she was worried about falling in love with him. She looked at me and said, "no, I know that it'd just be a fling with him if it did happen". She then proceeded to tell me again how he 'definitely wants kids' and that he'd 'want someone younger' than her. I asked her how she felt about that and she said she tries not to think about it but that she knows that this is just a sexual thing for him.

I said "and?" meaning I wanted her to explain how she felt about that.

She hesitated at first and then said, "it's okay, I know he wants me .... a lot" and she proceeded to tell me that she finally feels from him what she's always wanted (basically since Peter) that he WANTS to fuck her and that he wants her to be his sexual outlet. She says that they almost never talk about his ex-wife other than him saying that his ex-wife would never be as sexually compliant as Suzanna is with him. The look in her eyes when she said, "he says he's never had it as good as with me" told me all I needed to hear.

She hugged me and said that I was being really wonderful about all of this and then added, "even if it's what you want, I know it's not easy".

I hugged her back and said that I was okay letting her go as long as she was aware of what was going on. She said she did and I asked her, "do you love him?".

She was quiet for a moment and then said, "no, not yet" and that she didn't know if she'd ever really love him the way she does me.

I told her that was good to hear but asked her again if she thought she loved him. She said, "maybe".

I asked her if that feeling grew would it be something she could handle or would it come between us?

Again with the tears as she hugged me and said it would never come between us. Then she looked at me and said, "what about you; will it affect how you feel about me if I do?"

I hugged her back and said that nothing could change how I felt about her not unless I lost her love. I told her that as long as we are 'us' then my taking a break from having sex with her wouldn't be the end of the world.

In the end she said to me that she did want to let this happen with Robert; she said to me that I need to know what may happen.

I asked her, "what?"

She replied that for her to feel what she seems to need to and to get it out of her system, that she was going to want to be only with him for sex. She said it was hard to admit to me but that the past week had helped her understand that she needed to do this. She said that each time she saw him, that she felt like they were picking up from where they'd left off the last time. She kissed me and said, "that's why I don't want to be with you .. and that's why I don't want you to get me off."

She said that she knows that their desires for each other are going to grow and that she's never felt so alive since she's agreed to fulfil his desires and needs. Apparently he's been continuing to be clear with her, that he just wants her for sex. We talked only briefly about where she thinks they are going relationship-wise and sexually.

She was honest and said that she wanted to see him more and that the 3 times this week should be good for both of them. She asked me if I was okay with that and I said that as long as the kids didn't question it that I would be okay and might even enjoy it a bit if she'd share more with me.

She giggled and said she'd promise to do so but then without pausing she turned a bit more serious and said, "I'm going to want to spend a night or two with him". She said it just like that. It wasn't like she was questioning or asking me; more like she was telling me what she saw in the future.

It may sound crazy but that was when I said to her that I'd had this wild thought of her and him cavorting in Jamaica as we did and, "I could see you lying on the beach knowing what you'd been doing the night before".

She squealed at that and said I had a dirty mind but then said that she too had thought it'd be very sensual if she would have been there with a lover instead of me and she said that she'd remembered all that sexy talk when we were there.

Eventually we got back to the issue at hand (very punny!). She looked at me and said, "are you really going to be okay not having sex with me for a while?"

I told her that at times I most definitely miss it and sometimes wished we'd not done this but then I looked at her and said that seeing how she was when she came home on Thursday, knowing what she'd been doing, that it turned me on incredibly. I admitted that the orgasms I've had through masturbating for weeks now have been incredibly intense.

She giggled and said she thought as much when she saw how much I seem to cum. I told her that as long as I still felt some sort of connection to her on nights like that, even if she doesn't want me to touch her sexually, as long as I still felt close to her after that, that it would be okay.

She told me that she can't promise that she'll feel up to letting me touch and share with her but that she will always be loving and close with me afterwards and she promised to 'tell me everything' if that's what I want; she giggled and said, "it'll be like Wednesdays if you want".

When she said that I moved up next to her, hugged her and said, "I would love that; to share with you like that".

She kissed me and said, "I promise."

Then we got to a good point, she came close to me and kissed me, reached down and felt my cock was hard and she giggled, "all of that talk made you horny!" which I also think helped alleviate some of her concerns, etc. She kissed me and said, "okay, how about we take care of this," with that she cupped my cock and balls.

A moment later she was kneeling next to me on the bed pulling my lounge-pants and boxers off. She moaned at how hard my cock was and said that, "it sure seems like you are enjoying this". She looked up at me as she started to stroke it and I thought she was going to say that she wanted me to do it but instead she smiled and said, "you deserve this" and proceeded to turn around next to me almost in a 69 position. She looked at me and said, "you can play with me but not too much in me, okay?" With that she spread her legs for me and at the same time she snuggled up to my cock and started to gently suck at it.

I was tentative at first but soon got into it. She gave a moan when she must have tasted some pre-cum. I know I felt my cock throb and grow as I spread her pussy lips apart and revealed her wetness. I ran my fingers up and down the slippery groove and teased all around the swollen opening to her vagina. As she breathed, the way her legs were spread, each breath seemed to make it open and close. I let my mind go and think that only Robert was going to be allowed inside her.

I knew it wasn't going to take long. She was moaning away as I played with her spread pussy. I loved hearing her moan as I licked my fingers and teased her rapidly swelling clitoris. I could feel her breath in deeply each time I ran a wet finger gently across the nub that was now swollen outward.

She was sucking at my cock, taking me a bit deeper than I'd been used to from her in the past and in my head I wondered if she was getting more used to sucking a big cock from Robert and was having an easier time with mine now. Then my focus went back to how spread apart her pussy was and the erotic thought that Robert has been in this same position many times now, himself spreading her most private places wide open and having them for himself. The idea that he too has been licking away at her and feeling all of her, damn, it made me really really horny.

She couldn't take all of me (so I know there's no way she can suck all of him either!) and soon she got into this sucking/stroking rhythm with her mouth and hands. Once she concentrated on sucking and licking at the head of my cock as she stroked me, try as I might to focus on her pussy, I couldn't. I lay back against the pillow and started to thrust upwards into her mouth each time she moved to suck me deeper.

I know she could feel it because she started to moan and started to make sounds to encourage me. When she'd pop her head off my cock she'd say to me, "come on baby, enjoy it and let me have it".

I was almost fucking her mouth when I felt myself at the edge. I put one hand gently on her shoulder and she knew I was about to cum. With just a few deep sucks later I let loose and came profusely in her mouth! She seemed to gag at one point after what I'd felt was a very deep/big squirt of cum but then she started to moan and suck gently as I started to come down and the intensity of the moment passed. Feeling her hands stroking the last out of me was just so intense.

I wasn't surprised at all when she sucked her mouth off of my cock and immediately moved up to snowball with me. She wasn't kidding that I seem to cum more these days, when she opened her mouth and her tongue danced with mine, I could tell that there was a lot of cum in her mouth. As we kissed our tongues spread and shared my load she started moaning and while I couldn't see I knew she was rubbing herself. The more our tongues touched, the more intensely she seemed to be moaning. It went on for a moment or two until I felt her start to push all of my cum into my mouth. As our kiss ended I even licked gently at her lips to sweep away the last taste of my stuff. I think she came as I started to swallow as for a second or two I felt her fingers still flurrying around and then saw her eyes close and seem to roll away for a moment.

Finally, we both lay back to seemingly catch our breath. She sat up and looked towards me and she smiled, moved around so we were head-to-head and kissed me and said, "that's just sooooo sexy that all of that didn't go in me".

We lay there together and she hugged me and I think we were just enjoying feeling each that we didn't really even need to talk for a few minutes. Finally she got up on one elbow and again said, "see, that seemed like a lot of cum from you?". She was so up-front and open about it.

I told her, "Yeah, it was a lot," and mentioned what I'd said here about needing to cum and seeming to cum a lot. That was when she said again how sexy she felt that, "my husband’s cum isn't in me". I laughed back and hugged her.


She texted me not more than 20 minutes ago, "I'm at Robbie’s now and should be home by 7ish".

I gave into temptation just after lunch today and relieved myself as I thought the torment of this afternoon and now into the evening wouldn't put me in a good place for when she got home.

I let my mind go to the more extreme thoughts and even contemplated in my moment of ecstasy whether I should perhaps pull-out of her over Memorial Day weekend instead of cumming in her. The thought of me pulling out of her as I spurted all over her stomach and seeing the knowing look she would have on her face was enough to send me right over the edge and I made a mess on the floor under the desk here in our office.

I am feeling quite content right now so having to clean the mess was worth it!


Last night she came home and, like last week, when we sat down to dinner she gave me that knowing look which confirmed she was enjoying feeling the remnants of Roberts deposit in her. What was different was after dinner we went upstairs so I could watch her while she changed and she told me I could 'feel her' and after she dropped her damp panties we kissed and she let me finger her very wet and very open pussy. When a more substantial dribble of his cum began to seep out she pushed my hand away and said, "that's enough .... I want to enjoy the rest." With that she changed her panties and that was that.


It seemed to be much easier for me to accept it yesterday. I found myself almost in awe of her knowing what I knew and I know that she knew it; I think that was why she was relaxed enough to let me feel her.

My hand was shaking as I began to touch her. I've often felt her after we've had sex when she'd let me run my fingers through her after I'd cum in her. This was the same but at the same time oh soooo different! I had to remind myself that this was my wife standing here letting me feel her pussy and it was not my cum I was feeling but before it really fully registered with me, she pulled away from me and the moment was past. I was still fixated on my two fingers that had been in her when she hugged and kissed me and promised to tell me more which she did later on.

I don't know, is it me; is it her? Whatever, I just feel more relaxed about everything. (Maybe it was having jerked off earlier in the afternoon that took the edge off!)

What she shared with me was not so much every move he or she made but she narrated what sounded like he is fulfilling almost every one of her desires. The way she described things, he always makes it seem like he wants her; praising her; complimenting her; looking into her eyes and a biggie for her, she said, "he listens to me".

Apparently he only casually asks about me as she's told him I know she has a lover and, as she put it, I can accept it, "as long as I don't flaunt it in front of him" which explains his acceptance of her schedule-wishes. She described more but it was obvious she's a bit enamoured with him in many ways.

She described how they moved from his couch to his room and she said that she'd never put on the lingerie she'd brought with her. It made me cringe a little as it confirmed what I'd known when she said to me, "I asked him if he minded if I went naked around him". She'd said she felt herself getting this comfortable with him and, "this way I feel like I'm all yours". His response was to sweep her off her feet and pull her onto the bed where she said he devoured her until she begged him to fuck her.

She wasn't looking at me as she told me this and it was good that I'd jerked-off earlier as all of this talk was now reviving my cock although I was still quite spent.

I told her she was beautiful and I had the presence of mind to thank her for sharing it with me. She sighed and then rolled over next to me and snuggled in up to my side and shoulder and put one arm across my chest and whispered that she loved me. I kissed her forehead and we sort of cuddled and rocked back and forth together. There wasn't really a need to say much more despite that I could have easily heard more from her. It really was a surprising change from the prior week and, like I said, we both seemed more relaxed. Maybe it was because we'd made it through the weekend without having sex and somehow knowing that may have also made it easier.

I watched (and re-watched) a sexy video with a beautiful woman that was obviously not faked. She looked beautiful with her lover and it struck me that Suzanna could so easily have been this woman in this video who now so readily shares herself with Robert. It was a strange feeling to be watching 'my wife' letting herself go with another guy.

I was reminded that there were times like that when she could let herself go like that when she was with Peter. Indeed sometimes I think it was just fucking with her and Dan and then Ray (maybe a few exceptions with Ray) but from how she is now as with Peter before it's a scary and yet so beautiful thought of her truly making love with Robert. I simply love knowing that she can let go and share that passion with him so freely. I think seeing her and now sharing a bit more of it with her is certainly convincing me that I do want this.


She's going to see him again tomorrow. She said that he is the one asking her, "when can I see you again?" and that's another example of her being in charge of all this and I know that makes her feel like she's on Cloud 9.

She teased me by saying, "tomorrow night we'll have some fun" and that just made it feel just right all around.

The last thing I'll add before I close this entry is that she said last night and again tonight that she 'wants Memorial Day to be for us' and emphasizing the 'us' part by reaching over and cupping my cock and balls.

I don't know if I should be upping the ante like for me to just be using condoms; for me to promise to pull-out; offer her longer like maybe I'll wait till July 4th; buy her stuff, etc. I don't want to say yea or nay to anything. It's what I've said all along, that I want her to lead. If she wants 'more' then the reality is all she needs to do is just say what she wants and I think she already knows I'd probably never say no.


I am surprising for myself by this confirmation of my desire to be a cuckold. Yes, of course I miss having sex with her but with how things now seem, as I expected them to, that I do want to do this and I do want to experience this. I want her to only be having sex with him, there's no other way to say it.

As I lay in bed last night listening to her sleep I let my mind go and tried to imagine how it'll be going for a longer period without having her. I wondered how it's going to feel when I do have her again after Memorial Day, will I think 'does she feel different?' and even if she doesn't, I'm sure that in my head she'll feel like she's gaping open after having had just his big cock for ll that time.

It did feel pretty open the other day but let's be serious, she did give birth to 2 babies so despite all of the fantasy of Robert 're-shaping' her, if she wants to return to being snug it's only a matter of some kegel exercises to bring it back. No matter, it is erotic to think of Robert may have reshaped her pussy to accommodate him; what an awesome, intense thought to have much less to admit that it might be something I actually desire.

I thought through all sorts of things including, will she really want me? I certainly thought about the options and damn if it didn't get me all hard thinking of her maybe asking me to not cum in her this weekend.

I just wish at times I understood why that turns me on to think about....

I also thought, will she want more time? She says maybe 2 weeks is all she wants right now. That'd be okay but then I thought maybe that we might slowly work our way up to more.

When I thought about how it'd be if she didn't want me to cum in her the obvious next thought was just how much he is cumming in her. She says he always cums twice in her, something he says he's always been able to do (and something his ex-wife wasn't happy with) and I figured that by the time I have her next that he'll have cum in her maybe 10 times.

I know I was driving myself crazy with all these thoughts but at the same time I was so tired these were like sleepy daydreams more than explicit erotic scenes.

I started to think about her lying out by our pool with just a bikini bottom separating me from her pussy and yet knowing that it's not mine to enjoy. That thought led me back to what she'd said last week about how she was often wet the next day still from him and that led me to think of it seeping and dripping out of her, soaking her panties. That vision has my cock sticking out of my boxers like a flagpole!

I also had brief thoughts about the both of us being out on the nude beach and seeing her lying there, legs spread, maybe with her pussy a bit spread and stretched such that it gaps a little and I can see the wetness knowing isn't from me. I had to laugh at the thought in my head of me having to turn over so my cock wasn't stiff and on-display.


Maybe it's the change this week that has eased my angst from last week and weekend. I mean other than us not having sex, the rest of our time together seems unchanged, at least so far.

I think maybe some of the issues from last week were with me more than her. I think I keep steering away from the clear and obvious truth of the matter, that I want her to do this. I think maybe in my head that I keep thinking that I shouldn't be wanting this or that I should want to fight to keep on having sex with her while she's with him. Then, when the tension and anxiety clears, I always return to where I am right now, that I do want this and I do want to see how it feels and what it does for her and us. I think that, hopefully over time, I'll just learn to accept it and stop questioning it that I want her to.

Obviously I am looking forward to tonight; our Wednesday ritual will probably take on more meaning over time. I feel closest to her when I know we are both openly talking and teasing about all of this. It's just weird to think that my most intense sexual release with her in the future might be me masturbating with her and for her entertainment.

I don't think she's ever going to want to formalize our 'understanding' so that, "you get to lick me on Mondays; feel me on Wednesdays but leave me alone on Fridays".

I still feel confident that I don't need a 'safe word' to signify to her that I am serious if I were to somehow need something she was denying me. She is open to listening and we've agreed that if either of us felt something was serious enough, that the other would take heed. I think I've accepted that I no longer need to say, "I don't want you seeing him any more". We have gone past the point of that being a concern.


Suzanna will be getting home soon. That sounds so weird to say knowing where she has been for the past few hours. I am soooo looking forward to later when I will be having dinner opposite her again knowing I shall have to be careful to keep my hard-on in check as I don't need my ******** seeing things she shouldn't be.

It's crazy but it is such a horny feeling waiting for her. I love it.


Before I get to last night I just have to say again how different she is being this week than last and, my god, if this is how she's going to be then it is going to be sweet torment for me.

She confirmed last night that was that she's seeing Robert on Friday.

Her company like mine gives their employees an 'early-out' before a long weekend but she's told the kids she's out at 3pm but I know the truth is that she is leaving at 1pm tomorrow so she can have a couple of hours with him.

My ******** and I waited for her, I had the bbq on ready to cook dinner and knowing burgers would only take a few minutes as we just chatted about nothing in particular but I felt kind of weird spending this time with her knowing where her mom is and what she was doing.

She did get in about 7pm, greeted me warmly then said she was going upstairs to get changed. Our ******** said that she had something to do in her bedroom and to yell for her when dinner was ready. We watched her disappear and then Suzanna crooked her finger and motioned me to follow her upstairs.

We got to our bedroom and she hugged and kissed me and then said, "if you're quick you can help me get changed".

I didn't know what she meant until I helped her out of her dress pants and she slid her panties down and I saw they were wet. When I looked back up she was already reaching behind her back and unclipping her bra. A second later she stood before me naked.

I immediately moved towards her and she let me gently feel her breasts but when I went to feel her pussy she pulled away and lay back on the bed and said, "you can help me clean up if you want" and she spread her legs a little. As I knelt down on the floor next to her she said, "... but be quick about it!" As I leaned in towards her she sat up on her elbows and said, "remember, just the outside though honey; Okay?"

Oh my god, I think that was a moment that I'd waited for probably years now! I was just so stunned at hearing her say that to me. I stayed still, just looking up towards her face and just, I guess, in awe that she'd actually said something like that. I wished that moment could have lasted forever!

I looked down and I saw her pussy up close, whether he's stretching her or whatever I couldn't tell, but there was no dispute that she had been fucking!

I want to say that while she's been relaxed in the past and calm with me when she's come home, this time was a kind of a first. She was genuinely lying back and letting me see her all of her but I felt as if she was demanding that I look at the evidence of her being with someone else and to know that it hadn't been my cock.

As she spread her legs, the lips spread apart and while I know it's more in my head I swear I could see up in her just a little and at the same time I thought that I won't have that again. I looked at her with the knowledge that Robert had just been in her and I realized that the glistening on her pussy and all around her upper thighs was smeared dried cum, his cum.

I must have again been lost in thought because she coughed a bit and then said, "Remember, just the outside ..." and then a second later a more sweet sounding "... please?".

I leaned forward and she let me lick everything. I ran my tongue up and down the inside and outside of her still warm and swollen lips. She even let me probe a little bit at the bottom but as I went to push my tongue in she gave out a loud cough followed by "ahem". There was no doubt this was all cum that I was licking away, hers and his, and I didn't care, I loved that she would share it with me.

I don't know if it was intentional but as I was licking at her she leaned up more and as she did, a large dribble of what could only be mostly his cum, dribbled out of her and I licked it up. I'd tasted it before but this time it turned me on so much to think of what still remained in her.

As she felt my tongue dig in just a little bit she pushed my head back and said, "Uh, uh that's enough...." and then with a giggle, "... thank you."

She got off the bed, stood up and pulled on a clean pair of panties leaving me there just staring at her and still pretty surprised at what she'd done. She smiled and pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts and then leaned down to me, kissed me on the forehead and said, "more fun later" and then she went back downstairs. A moment later she yelled for me to come and put the burgers on the bbq.

Thing was, it all seemed like it had happened in slow-motion. When I got back down to the kitchen I realized that not more than 5 or maybe 10 minutes at the most had gone by. However long it took, even for just that short period, it totally changed how I felt about her the rest of the night.


This new attitude from her seems to be helping my anxiety issues and seems to be letting her relax a bit more. I know that I felt awesome around her as I got the burgers cooking. I might even say we have become a bit more playful somehow.

It was later on when we both knew what we wanted. In the bedroom close to 10:30 she came out of the bathroom in just her night-shirt and cuddled up to me on the bed. She giggled when she felt my cock was already hard and said that I must really need to cum after her little tease with me earlier. I immediately told her that I loved this with her and that it made me feel a lot more at-ease. She kissed me and said that after she'd realized that I would listen to her and 'obey her wishes' (her words) in terms of not going beyond what she was comfortable with, she said that once she felt that between us, that she could relax more and let me share more with her.

She slid the blankets down and my boxers with them and started to talk to me. She sat Indian-style again facing me and knowing that her pussy would be spread and on-display in that position she began to tease me in all sorts of ways. When she saw me looking at her pussy she started to ask me whether I liked knowing I wasn't fucking her till the weekend. I was already on edge when she stuck a fingers in and triggered a little drip of liquid to ooze out from inside her. She brought it up to her lips and licked it and said, "mmm, that's his cum you know" and she leaned down next to me and started whispering, "it's only his stuff in me this week and I'm soooo wet".

I was so into listening to her that I didn't even realize when she wiped her finger across my lips and I tasted what must have come straight out of her pussy. She moaned a bit and then encouraged me on and started to whisper how sexy she felt, "... knowing only my lover cums in me," a moment later, "I love seeing you cum and knowing it's not going in me".

She said some other things then a few minutes later when it seemed like my cock had been hard forever, she told me, "I always cum when Robbie does me".

That was it, I had tried to hold back but couldn't any longer and the first spurt was huge. She gave a moan saying how thick and syrupy it was as spurt after spurt followed. As I pulled the last of it out of me she snuggled down next to my neck, kissed me and then I finally collapsed against the pillow.

I knew what was next - and I loved it. It may sound weird, but now after so long doing it - I love to feel her playing with my sperm and scooping it all up. She'll give me a big finger-ful and then we'll kiss passionately. She surprised me by licking off the last few drips from my stomach and from my now again limp cock.

Despite the reality of my shrinking cock I was still wicked turned on as I still hadn't heard much about her night. Sure enough, as espected, 20 minutes or so later she rolled over next to me and said, "are you still horny?" She didn't need me to answer, my cock almost immediately throbbed and came to life.

She told me, "you sit there and I'll tell you about this afternoon" and she proceeded to tell me, in explicit detail at times, of just how she and Robert had sex together. From how she told it to me, it sounded as if this was their first time very much of making-love.

She leaned down and whispered now she feels so comfortable when she is with him that she often screams 'I love you' in the throes of their pleasure.

I heard how she got there and he swept her off her feet and how they made out on the couch where he undressed her. She didn't even change into her lingerie, instead, she told me, she loved lying there with him naked while he still had on his boxers and shirt. He had her kneel on the couch facing the back of it and she took great pleasure in telling me that he ate her from behind in that position; how during that time she told him that he's been the only one to cum in her all week; that was he was tasting, "was only you." meaning it was his cum, not mine. He replied that he loves knowing he's giving her what she needs.

He teased her about something and she said she ran around his place naked while he chased her with his big cock. She was on the floor in his hallway on the carpet where he pinned her down and, "... he fucked me right there". She told me she couldn't easily spread her legs because of the hallway walls (but I think she was exaggerating that) and how she playfully wrestled with him to escape, "... even though I didn't want him to pull out of me".

It made me so horny listening to her tell me how her lover played with her and chased her and then fucked her. She told me he ran after her into his bedroom where she stopped running and let him have her. Just the way she said it, it was so hot to hear.

She told me how she lay back on his bed and how he gently climbed on top of her. She said, "I know sometimes this is hard for you to hear but I kissed him passionately as I felt him enter me ..... it felt sooooo sexy to share that with him in a kiss".

Oh man, thankfully it was my second time but this really got me close.

"You know how I like it," was all she said to get my brain moving towards my second time. "I wished he could have been in me even more".

I was starting to stroke like crazy; when she finally said, "that was when I felt him cum in me". It was just the way she said it, her eyes were on my hand and, damn, it was like the straw that-broke-the-camels-back, as she said it with a sexy moan I let loose with my second load of the night. It surprised even me how forceful it was even if there wasn't tons of cum.

It was as I lay there trying to get my breath back I heard her say something about, "... this weekend you get to have me again." She started to say how turned on it made her feel 'to control' when her lover and her husband get to have sex with her.

I mumbled out, "that’s good, that's what I was hoping for" ...

... and that was when she said, "I want to feel you in me" and then leaned down and said something that I thought at first sounded like, "I want you to cum in me one last time". Then I realized she said, ".... one more time...."

It was in my head that put the word 'last' in!

She cooed in my ear how good it's going to be feeling, "you and your stuff in me again".

I thought that maybe that was how we were going to end the night because she smiled, kissed me and then she started to again collect up my cum and share it with me. It didn't take long as there wasn't much to collect!

She went to the bathroom and came back with a washcloth for me. As I started to clean up she kissed me, said she loved me and that she couldn't wait for the weekend.


Wow, she's got me so excited I can't wait to get another book so I can continue to tell ‘what happened next’!