After a restless night, I went to work the next two days and spent my full three nights at the motel. I drove over to the house the next night around the same time and after about a half-hour wait down the street, the same man arrived by himself, carrying a small overnight bag. I watched from a house away across the street and saw Sharon greet him at the door and let him in. I decided he must be spending the night. The third night I didn't arrive until about nine and I saw his car parked out in front of the house. I figured he must be spending the night again. I went back to the motel and feeling pretty horny again, I re-read all of the Penthouse Letters until I had another wonderful orgasm.
When I ?got home? the next evening, I decided not to confront her with all I knew and instead, see how it played out over the next month or two. She behaved as if nothing had happened while I was gone, least of all a marathon three-day fuck session with a black man.
A few weeks later we were invited to a party at her new boss's house. I had only met a couple of people Sharon worked with, and it had been nearly two years since I'd seen any of them. She had told me that she had gotten a new supervisor a few months ago, so I was looking forward to meeting him.
We arrived fashionably late but still in time for cocktails. We were greeted at the door by our hostess, a beautiful black woman who somewhat resembled Hallie Berry. She looked to be about 35 and had a fantastic body. Her tits were practically spilling out of her dress. Sharon had on a sexy dress herself, low-cut showing a lot of cleavage, but our hostess looked even better. ?Hi, I'm Denise,? she said. ?Welcome. Please come in and make yourselves at home.?
?I'm Sharon and this is my husband, Bruce,? my wife said. ?I'm Bill's assistant.?
?Oh, sure,? Denise said warmly. ?He's mentioned you a few times,? she said, winking at my wife.
We went into the ****** room to get a cocktail and I noticed about fifteen people in the room. ?Bill's on the patio out back,? Denise said. We chatted with the others and Sharon introduced me to all of her co-workers, and the co-workers introduced their spouses. A few minutes later Bill came in with a warm smile on his face and made his way straight to Sharon. I almost dropped my drink when I recognized him as my wife's lover!
?Hi Sharon, I'm so glad you could make it,? he said affectionately, giving her a hug and taking the time to glance down the top of her dress to enjoy her cleavage. Then he turned to me to shake hands and said, ?Bill Thompson. You must be Bruce. I've heard a lot about you.? I'll bet you have, I thought. I shook hands with him and gave him my best smile. He really did seem like a very warm and friendly man. We chatted for a few minutes, then he turned to greet some other people and as he left, he gave Sharon an affectionate pat on the butt She knew that I saw his love tap and she looked quite embarrassed.
?He's always like that,? she said, smiling, but blushing at the same time.
We mingled with other co-workers at the party, had a wonderful dinner, then enjoyed more drinks. I was getting a nice buzz on as was Sharon, and at various times I would lose sight of her in the crowd. Some people were outside, some inside. Denise spent some time talking with me and we got to know each other. At one point I didn't see either Sharon or Bill, so I excused myself and wandered out to the backyard. I could see Bill and Sharon talking to one another across the yard, their faces illuminated by some of those patio torches. They were in what appeared to be a very intimate conversation. I found myself getting hard again, and thinking back to the Penthouse letters I had read at the motel. I wondered what scheme they might be cooking up.
While I had decided not to confront Sharon with any of what I had seen, either during my 'trip?, or at the party, I did make some comments at home later about what a nice guy Bill seemed to be. She agreed with me but was careful not to rave about him too enthusiastically.
After giving the matter some thought for a few weeks, I finally made a decision which I thought took a lot guts on my part. I called Denise and asked her if we could meet somewhere for coffee. I knew she was a realtor and I told her I wanted to discuss maybe trading up in our living situation. We actually met for lunch one day and talked about the housing market for awhile. Over a second cocktail, I summoned up the courage to tell her I wanted to talk to her about something unrelated to housing prices.
?I discovered something a few weeks ago,? I told her, ?and it concerns our spouses.? I knew I was taking a risk because this could mean Sharon losing her job, but I felt it was only fair to clue Denise in on what I knew. If one spouse was going to be hurt by this affair, then both should be. I told her about the night I had followed Sharon and had seen the two of them dancing together, and how they had ended up at our house while I went to a motel. I was fully expecting her to be in total denial or to start crying or screaming at me. None of those things happened.
She was quiet for a few minutes, absorbing everything I'd told her. Finally she spoke. ?Well, you are quite the little spy, aren't you??
I blushed and said, ?I'm not proud of what I did, I'll admit that. But I needed to see if my suspicions were justified.?
Denise finally gave me a big smile and took my hand in hers. ?Bruce, I shouldn't be the one telling you this. I really think Sharon and you should be having this conversation. But... .well, here goes. The night you two came to our party was not the first night I'd met your wife. I've known Sharon for a couple of months now.?
?I don't understand,? I said.
?Look, you weren't supposed to find out about any of this... ..but... .I've known about Bill and Sharon's affair for some time now.? I must have looked really shocked and pulled my hand away from hers. She touched my arm and said very calmly, ?It's o.k. I'm fine with what's going on, but I understand that you're probably not. You see, when Bill and I got married, he told me that he had this very high sex drive and that, even though he loved me deeply, one woman was not going to be enough for him.?
She looked up kind of dreamily. ?Bill's just one of those... men... well, he is an incredible man in bed, I guess what you would call a true stud. He probably shouldn't be married,? she laughed. ?He'd be better off just servicing women. When I understood how great his sex drive was, I realized that I would either have to provide an incredible amount of loving for him, or accept his infidelities. Sharon is not his first affair, Bruce. He's worked in three other places since we got married, and at each job he's had a favorite girl in the office. Each of them was white, the other three were a bit younger than he. Sharon's the first older woman he's found. And, he really loves fucking white wives. I think it's the taboo part of it.? Her use of the word ?fuck? took me aback as I hadn't heard her use any bad language to this point.
She paused to let me absorb all she had told me, and I must have still looked like I was in shock. The waiter stopped by to offer another round of drinks and Denise smiled at me and said, ?Yes, I think that would be appropriate.?
?But... but you are such a beautiful woman,? I told her. ?Why... ..why would he want to cheat on you??
?I don't consider it cheating, Bruce. You're confusing love with sex. Bill and I love each other very deeply. He never makes love to his other women. He simply fucks them.
?It's also not cheating in my book,? she went on, ?when I, as the spouse, know ahead of time who he will be with and where they will be fucking. We have no secrets from each other. What he does with Sharon, or anyone before her, has always had my total approval.?
The drinks arrived and I drank mine down pretty fast. Denise caught the waiter's eye and nodded to him to bring me another. I couldn't help but think about the Penthouse Letters magazine I'd read at the motel and how the husbands who knew about their wives? infidelities seemed so turned on by it all.
Whether it was the alcohol getting to me or the fact I was getting a little turned on by what Denise was telling me, I sort of blurted out, ?I read a bunch of letters in Penthouse from husbands who knew about and approved of their wives having sex with other men. And they all got really turned on by it.?
Somehow Denise really picked up on my arousal even though she couldn't have known that I had a hard on right then. Then to my amazement, whether it was the drinks she had consumed, or just admitting so much to me, she put her hand on my leg and slid it under my napkin, quickly feeling my erection through my pants. It was a good thing we were in a somewhat secluded part of the restaurant and it was somewhat dark so no one could tell what she had done.
She took a long sip of her drink and smiled at discovering I was turned on. ?I have a confession to make,? she said sheepishly. ?I am a wife who is like those husbands you've read about.?
?You mean... .you get turned on by Bill fucking other women??
She nodded and giggled. ?Yes.? Then she was silent, seeming wanting to say more.
?What?? I asked her. ?There's more, isn't there??
?Yes. I... oh please don't think I'm totally weird or some sort of sexual deviant, Bruce.?
?I won't,? I told her.
?Well... ..,? she lowered her voice as if someone was trying to listen to our conversation. ?I've actually watched Bill fucking other women. You see... .he's got this amazing body that looks like a Greek god's. And his cock... ? She rolled her eyes and they were glazed over with sexual arousal. ?His cock is absolutely heavenly. I measured him once at 9 inches, and it's nearly as thick as my arm. He can do things to women that you only see in porn movies... except it's real, not fake like in the movies.?
?Have... .have you... .watched him with Sharon?? I asked, my mouth going dry. She held my glass to my lips.
?Here... .drink some more,? she smiled.
When I swallowed, she said, ?Yes, Bruce. I have watched my husband fuck your wife. It's a sight to behold. Sharon is probably the most responsive woman to him that he's ever had, except maybe for me,? she laughed.
I thought about all this for a few minutes. ?What about you, Denise? Does Bill watch you fuck other men??
?No,? she replied. ?I really have no desire to. We don't do swinging. See, Bill's all the man I'll ever need. He keeps me so satisfied with that cock of his, and his tongue, too. I've just never cheated on him. And I don't think he'd like that. He's actually pretty possessive of his woman... women. So you probably don't have to worry about Sharon fucking any other guys... Bill wouldn't stand for that.?
?Is there anything else I need to know?? I asked. ?I mean, are there any other surprises awaiting me?? She looked away from me and into her glass. ?What?? I asked, noticing her reluctance to tell me something.
She looked up at me again. ?There is something else you probably should know, since you know so much already. I wish this was a conversation between you and Sharon, instead of you and me.? Denise took a deep breath. ?Your wife has told both Bill and me some things about you, Bruce, and well, it's a little embarrassing for me to tell you what we know.?
?After all you've told me so far, I don't see how anything else could be embarrassing for you right now, especially if it's about me.?
Denise paused for a good minute before she spoke again ?Well... this is information that has a lot to do with why she and Bill started an affair. Yes, Bill goes after women... but in this case... your wife came on to him.? This information really surprised me. ?She told us why later, one night when I was watching them have sex.? Denise looked into her drink glass again and said quietly, ?Sharon told us that your penis is really small when it's erect I think her words were, ?4 inches long and not much thicker than a pretzel stick?. ?
This time I blushed and Denise saw my embarrassment. ?It's o.k, Bruce. You shouldn't be embarrassed. It's something you were born with and can't do a thing about. But..she also told us about your lack of stamina. And that you often lose your erection when you try to fuck her. That's why Bill is such a welcome change for her. Like I said, he has nearly nine inches of cock and he can keep it up and in her for hours. She also told us that she's never had an orgasm with your penis inside her.?
Now I was quiet for awhile, nursing my drink. ?Well,? I finally said sheepishly. ?She hasn't lied to you about anything yet.?
Denise reached out and took my hand in hers. ?You know, Bruce. Given the circumstances, you could become the accommodating husband, like those guys you've read about in Penthouse. That way Sharon gets all the good sex she needs... and who knows, you might really enjoy watching like I do.?
Wow! What was Denise suggesting here, I wondered There was the stirring in my pants again. Did that notion excite me? She sensed my mood again and again reached over to discover my erection. ?I think that idea kind of excites you, Bruce, doesn't it??
I could only nod. And blush. ?What next, Denise? Do I confront Sharon with what I know??
She thought for a few minutes, finished her drink, then said, ?No. Don't say anything to her. Why don't you let me handle everything? Bill and I will have the two of you over for dinner in a week or two and I'll make sure everybody is o.k. with all of this.?
She thanked me for buying lunch and I thanked her for all the information she imparted to me.
When I ?got home? the next evening, I decided not to confront her with all I knew and instead, see how it played out over the next month or two. She behaved as if nothing had happened while I was gone, least of all a marathon three-day fuck session with a black man.
A few weeks later we were invited to a party at her new boss's house. I had only met a couple of people Sharon worked with, and it had been nearly two years since I'd seen any of them. She had told me that she had gotten a new supervisor a few months ago, so I was looking forward to meeting him.
We arrived fashionably late but still in time for cocktails. We were greeted at the door by our hostess, a beautiful black woman who somewhat resembled Hallie Berry. She looked to be about 35 and had a fantastic body. Her tits were practically spilling out of her dress. Sharon had on a sexy dress herself, low-cut showing a lot of cleavage, but our hostess looked even better. ?Hi, I'm Denise,? she said. ?Welcome. Please come in and make yourselves at home.?
?I'm Sharon and this is my husband, Bruce,? my wife said. ?I'm Bill's assistant.?
?Oh, sure,? Denise said warmly. ?He's mentioned you a few times,? she said, winking at my wife.
We went into the ****** room to get a cocktail and I noticed about fifteen people in the room. ?Bill's on the patio out back,? Denise said. We chatted with the others and Sharon introduced me to all of her co-workers, and the co-workers introduced their spouses. A few minutes later Bill came in with a warm smile on his face and made his way straight to Sharon. I almost dropped my drink when I recognized him as my wife's lover!
?Hi Sharon, I'm so glad you could make it,? he said affectionately, giving her a hug and taking the time to glance down the top of her dress to enjoy her cleavage. Then he turned to me to shake hands and said, ?Bill Thompson. You must be Bruce. I've heard a lot about you.? I'll bet you have, I thought. I shook hands with him and gave him my best smile. He really did seem like a very warm and friendly man. We chatted for a few minutes, then he turned to greet some other people and as he left, he gave Sharon an affectionate pat on the butt She knew that I saw his love tap and she looked quite embarrassed.
?He's always like that,? she said, smiling, but blushing at the same time.
We mingled with other co-workers at the party, had a wonderful dinner, then enjoyed more drinks. I was getting a nice buzz on as was Sharon, and at various times I would lose sight of her in the crowd. Some people were outside, some inside. Denise spent some time talking with me and we got to know each other. At one point I didn't see either Sharon or Bill, so I excused myself and wandered out to the backyard. I could see Bill and Sharon talking to one another across the yard, their faces illuminated by some of those patio torches. They were in what appeared to be a very intimate conversation. I found myself getting hard again, and thinking back to the Penthouse letters I had read at the motel. I wondered what scheme they might be cooking up.
While I had decided not to confront Sharon with any of what I had seen, either during my 'trip?, or at the party, I did make some comments at home later about what a nice guy Bill seemed to be. She agreed with me but was careful not to rave about him too enthusiastically.
After giving the matter some thought for a few weeks, I finally made a decision which I thought took a lot guts on my part. I called Denise and asked her if we could meet somewhere for coffee. I knew she was a realtor and I told her I wanted to discuss maybe trading up in our living situation. We actually met for lunch one day and talked about the housing market for awhile. Over a second cocktail, I summoned up the courage to tell her I wanted to talk to her about something unrelated to housing prices.
?I discovered something a few weeks ago,? I told her, ?and it concerns our spouses.? I knew I was taking a risk because this could mean Sharon losing her job, but I felt it was only fair to clue Denise in on what I knew. If one spouse was going to be hurt by this affair, then both should be. I told her about the night I had followed Sharon and had seen the two of them dancing together, and how they had ended up at our house while I went to a motel. I was fully expecting her to be in total denial or to start crying or screaming at me. None of those things happened.
She was quiet for a few minutes, absorbing everything I'd told her. Finally she spoke. ?Well, you are quite the little spy, aren't you??
I blushed and said, ?I'm not proud of what I did, I'll admit that. But I needed to see if my suspicions were justified.?
Denise finally gave me a big smile and took my hand in hers. ?Bruce, I shouldn't be the one telling you this. I really think Sharon and you should be having this conversation. But... .well, here goes. The night you two came to our party was not the first night I'd met your wife. I've known Sharon for a couple of months now.?
?I don't understand,? I said.
?Look, you weren't supposed to find out about any of this... ..but... .I've known about Bill and Sharon's affair for some time now.? I must have looked really shocked and pulled my hand away from hers. She touched my arm and said very calmly, ?It's o.k. I'm fine with what's going on, but I understand that you're probably not. You see, when Bill and I got married, he told me that he had this very high sex drive and that, even though he loved me deeply, one woman was not going to be enough for him.?
She looked up kind of dreamily. ?Bill's just one of those... men... well, he is an incredible man in bed, I guess what you would call a true stud. He probably shouldn't be married,? she laughed. ?He'd be better off just servicing women. When I understood how great his sex drive was, I realized that I would either have to provide an incredible amount of loving for him, or accept his infidelities. Sharon is not his first affair, Bruce. He's worked in three other places since we got married, and at each job he's had a favorite girl in the office. Each of them was white, the other three were a bit younger than he. Sharon's the first older woman he's found. And, he really loves fucking white wives. I think it's the taboo part of it.? Her use of the word ?fuck? took me aback as I hadn't heard her use any bad language to this point.
She paused to let me absorb all she had told me, and I must have still looked like I was in shock. The waiter stopped by to offer another round of drinks and Denise smiled at me and said, ?Yes, I think that would be appropriate.?
?But... but you are such a beautiful woman,? I told her. ?Why... ..why would he want to cheat on you??
?I don't consider it cheating, Bruce. You're confusing love with sex. Bill and I love each other very deeply. He never makes love to his other women. He simply fucks them.
?It's also not cheating in my book,? she went on, ?when I, as the spouse, know ahead of time who he will be with and where they will be fucking. We have no secrets from each other. What he does with Sharon, or anyone before her, has always had my total approval.?
The drinks arrived and I drank mine down pretty fast. Denise caught the waiter's eye and nodded to him to bring me another. I couldn't help but think about the Penthouse Letters magazine I'd read at the motel and how the husbands who knew about their wives? infidelities seemed so turned on by it all.
Whether it was the alcohol getting to me or the fact I was getting a little turned on by what Denise was telling me, I sort of blurted out, ?I read a bunch of letters in Penthouse from husbands who knew about and approved of their wives having sex with other men. And they all got really turned on by it.?
Somehow Denise really picked up on my arousal even though she couldn't have known that I had a hard on right then. Then to my amazement, whether it was the drinks she had consumed, or just admitting so much to me, she put her hand on my leg and slid it under my napkin, quickly feeling my erection through my pants. It was a good thing we were in a somewhat secluded part of the restaurant and it was somewhat dark so no one could tell what she had done.
She took a long sip of her drink and smiled at discovering I was turned on. ?I have a confession to make,? she said sheepishly. ?I am a wife who is like those husbands you've read about.?
?You mean... .you get turned on by Bill fucking other women??
She nodded and giggled. ?Yes.? Then she was silent, seeming wanting to say more.
?What?? I asked her. ?There's more, isn't there??
?Yes. I... oh please don't think I'm totally weird or some sort of sexual deviant, Bruce.?
?I won't,? I told her.
?Well... ..,? she lowered her voice as if someone was trying to listen to our conversation. ?I've actually watched Bill fucking other women. You see... .he's got this amazing body that looks like a Greek god's. And his cock... ? She rolled her eyes and they were glazed over with sexual arousal. ?His cock is absolutely heavenly. I measured him once at 9 inches, and it's nearly as thick as my arm. He can do things to women that you only see in porn movies... except it's real, not fake like in the movies.?
?Have... .have you... .watched him with Sharon?? I asked, my mouth going dry. She held my glass to my lips.
?Here... .drink some more,? she smiled.
When I swallowed, she said, ?Yes, Bruce. I have watched my husband fuck your wife. It's a sight to behold. Sharon is probably the most responsive woman to him that he's ever had, except maybe for me,? she laughed.
I thought about all this for a few minutes. ?What about you, Denise? Does Bill watch you fuck other men??
?No,? she replied. ?I really have no desire to. We don't do swinging. See, Bill's all the man I'll ever need. He keeps me so satisfied with that cock of his, and his tongue, too. I've just never cheated on him. And I don't think he'd like that. He's actually pretty possessive of his woman... women. So you probably don't have to worry about Sharon fucking any other guys... Bill wouldn't stand for that.?
?Is there anything else I need to know?? I asked. ?I mean, are there any other surprises awaiting me?? She looked away from me and into her glass. ?What?? I asked, noticing her reluctance to tell me something.
She looked up at me again. ?There is something else you probably should know, since you know so much already. I wish this was a conversation between you and Sharon, instead of you and me.? Denise took a deep breath. ?Your wife has told both Bill and me some things about you, Bruce, and well, it's a little embarrassing for me to tell you what we know.?
?After all you've told me so far, I don't see how anything else could be embarrassing for you right now, especially if it's about me.?
Denise paused for a good minute before she spoke again ?Well... this is information that has a lot to do with why she and Bill started an affair. Yes, Bill goes after women... but in this case... your wife came on to him.? This information really surprised me. ?She told us why later, one night when I was watching them have sex.? Denise looked into her drink glass again and said quietly, ?Sharon told us that your penis is really small when it's erect I think her words were, ?4 inches long and not much thicker than a pretzel stick?. ?
This time I blushed and Denise saw my embarrassment. ?It's o.k, Bruce. You shouldn't be embarrassed. It's something you were born with and can't do a thing about. But..she also told us about your lack of stamina. And that you often lose your erection when you try to fuck her. That's why Bill is such a welcome change for her. Like I said, he has nearly nine inches of cock and he can keep it up and in her for hours. She also told us that she's never had an orgasm with your penis inside her.?
Now I was quiet for awhile, nursing my drink. ?Well,? I finally said sheepishly. ?She hasn't lied to you about anything yet.?
Denise reached out and took my hand in hers. ?You know, Bruce. Given the circumstances, you could become the accommodating husband, like those guys you've read about in Penthouse. That way Sharon gets all the good sex she needs... and who knows, you might really enjoy watching like I do.?
Wow! What was Denise suggesting here, I wondered There was the stirring in my pants again. Did that notion excite me? She sensed my mood again and again reached over to discover my erection. ?I think that idea kind of excites you, Bruce, doesn't it??
I could only nod. And blush. ?What next, Denise? Do I confront Sharon with what I know??
She thought for a few minutes, finished her drink, then said, ?No. Don't say anything to her. Why don't you let me handle everything? Bill and I will have the two of you over for dinner in a week or two and I'll make sure everybody is o.k. with all of this.?
She thanked me for buying lunch and I thanked her for all the information she imparted to me.
