Real Husband Real Progress

Hi. I haven't posted on this site in quite a while because frankly, I got tired of fantasy and no reality so I had to take a break. However, as of late, my cuckold lifestyle prospects are looking way up. Therefore, I'm back to share and will continue to do so as things progress. I have to start at the beginning of my sexual experiences though to give the true picture of who I am, how I got here and where things stand as of now so here goes.

First off, I am a cross dresser. This is important to explain because it plays a part in my identity and my journey. Ever since I was a young ***** I was fascinated with ladies wearing nylons and loved to see their stockinged feet. At family get togethers, I used to crawl around underneath the table lusting after all my aunt's feet with excitement. Then when I was about 8 or 9 years old, I started noticing my ********** worn pantyhose and panties in the hamper in the bathroom. I remember the first time I picked them up and smelled them. That scent of perfume and pussy was burned into my brain. It made me rock hard. Soon, I started stealing my mom's hose from the hamper and trying them on. The sensation was amazing. I continued to do this for a while until I got careless. I started discarding the pantyhose that I stole underneath my bed when I was done wearing them instead of putting them back. Mind you, I wasn't jerking off with them yet but I knew it was sexual nevertheless. One night after I had worn the hose and thrown them under my bed and was going to *****, my mom burst into the room, flipped on the light, crouched down next to the bed and reached under. She picked up her pantyhose, gave me a dirty/disappointed look and turned around and walked out, shutting off the light and saying nothing. The next day, she was folding laundry and pulled a pair of hose from the basket and handed them to me in an angry sort of way and said "Here, do you want them?" I was so embarrassed I said no and hurried off to my room. I never stole my mom's hose again after that. I was just glad she didn't tell my ******. From then on, I started purchasing my own pantyhose. For some rea*** I was never really embarrassed to do that. For the remainder of my *****hood and teen years, I jacked off wearing pantyhose thousands of times. I felt guilty about my fetish but it was irresistible to me.

When I was 19, I started dating my first serious girlfriend. By serious I mean we had a regular sexual relationship. She was the first for that. I wasn't a virgin as I had lost my virginity at about 15 with my sister's best friend but that was a one off. So I was basically high and dry for the next four years. When my girlfriend and I first started getting heavy, I had lost all desire to wear pantyhose. I guess the emotion of falling in love just dominated my being and I didn't even think about wearing for the first year or so. But eventually, the compulsion returned and I picked it up again. I kept this hidden from my girlfriend though as I lived in my own apartment by then and had plenty of free time and space to do my thing when she wasn't around. Also, she wore pantyhose or stockings often for me so I still got my fix to some degree. Towards the end of our relationship, I started to have a strong desire to wear the nylons while her and I were having sex. However, I knew she'd probably freak out and I didn't want to risk it. Interestingly, the last time we had sex, right before she was about to break up with me for another guy, I actually wore pantyhose while we fucked. She didn't know it though. I had them on underneath my pants as we started foreplay and when it came time to penetrate her, I pulled my jeans and hose down just enough to give my dick space to stick it in. I was so aroused yet so nervous that she would run her hands down to my legs and feel them but she never did. Afterwards I quickly pulled my pants up so as not to be detected. That's when she told me that she felt like things weren't working out (I had started blowing her off sometime before that to party...she wasn't a partyer) and that she wanted me to give her the freedom to do other things. Dumb ass me, thinking that I could party more now, didn't realize what she was actually saying. A few days later, I called her up like normal and she told me it was over, that was what she had tried to tell me the other day. I was busted up. The next day I went over to her house in a desperate state and she answered the door rather nervously. Right away I knew that the new guy was inside. She tried to keep me at bay but I told her I had to see this guy for myself. Reluctantly, she let me in and I went inside to see him. He was pretty much a dweeb and he looked like he was going to **** his pants when we first made eye contact so that made me feel a little bit better and I kept my cool and told him no hard feelings. Ultimately, I knew she was correct that we weren't right for each other and I had to let her go. Seeing the guy in per*** actually helped me move on...that made it real. Unfortunately, I was down a sex partner now. I remember asking her if she had slept with him yet and her exact response, "Not yet." I had strong mixed feelings about that at the time...glad she hadn't fucked him but tormented knowing that she would in the near future. A cuckold dilemma in a young and naive sort of way. In retrospect, that was my introduction to send off sex. That's sex with a girlfriend when she knows it's the last time but you don't and she usually makes it really good. Anyway, I sulked around for a couple months before I snapped out of it. When I did I started fucking as many girls as I could as that breakup sort of scarred me and I just wanted to fuck girls and keep it light. I was a late bloomer but I was good with the ladies by the time I hit my twenties so I had a lot of hook ups in those few months. Ironically, my now ex-girlfriend showed up at my door a few months later with a birthday present for me and I let her in and we talked a bit. She started crying as we were talking saying things like "I think I made a mistake" and "you look so good and are doing so well" blah blah blah. It made me feel good to put her on her knees a little bit after the way she broke up with me but all in all she was a great girl and I didn't have any ill will towards her so I also felt bad for her. She actually did the right thing letting me go. I think she thought I would fall into her arms and we would have sex again but I resisted and told her thanks for the present and showed her out.

Eventually, I met my next serious girlfriend a few months after the break up although I didn't know it at the time. I'll call her J. I met her at a party and she came on to me really hard. My friends were all telling me she was a slut as they all knew her from high school but I didn't care about that because I wasn't thinking about a relationship. I just wanted to fuck her and she was easy. That night I went back to her apartment and we had sex and from then on, I started stopping by late at night randomly and we would have sex.
In hindsight, I believe that my biggest attraction to her was her promiscuity and willingness to do just about anything sexually. Needless to say, she blew my mind. Hot, nasty sex became a regular thing between us until one day it just hit me...I'm falling for this girl which I never expected or set out to do. She told me that she was in love with me as well. My friends all told me I was crazy that she would cheat on me but I wasn't trying to hear it by that point. She would ultimately be the girl that would bring me face to face with my cuckold desires.

Our romance was tumultuous over time to say the least but in the beginning it was great. She had a huge sexual appetite just like me and we fucked constantly. Soon, we moved in together. Now I had to hide my fetish from her while living in the same house which would prove impossible. In the beginning, I told her of my lust for girls in pantyhose and she indulged me constantly. I loved it. I used to tear out the crotch of her hose at the end of the day and fuck the **** out of her. She'd even send me to the store to buy her new hose if she or we were going out that night. I was in heaven. But it was becoming more and more difficult to hide my fetish from her. One day, she found my stash of Leg Show magazines hidden under the bed and proceeded to question me about which pictures I liked to jerk off to and why. Not long after that I wore pantyhose under my pants as we initiated sex and soon I was inside of her fucking away. All of a sudden she said "OMG! You're wearing pantyhose! Why?!?" Really I felt comfortable with her in that way so I wanted her to notice and she did. I told her that it turned me on to wear them and hoped she wouldn't react negatively. She didn't. She said she thought it was cute. So from then on, I would wear the hose occasionally while we had sex. Life was good. Ultimately though, I think in the long run it made her look down on me like some kind of sissy. She wanted an alpha manly man.

She had a crazy streak in her though that really started to emerge over time. First of all, she was and still is as far as I know, an addict. Any type of substance, she was down to take it or use it. *******, coke, pills you name it. I didn't think much of it at first because I liked to party too but she was different. She'd get wasted and lose her mind. The first time she cheated on me was on my 20th birthday. We had a birthday party with a bunch of friends and ***** and I proceeded to get wasted. I blacked out and woke up in the morning half naked in the bed with her nowhere to be found. I started calling around and found out from one of my friends that she had left the party with some guy. I was furious and went out looking for her in the area where I knew he lived. Sure enough I found her walking down the street barefoot. We proceeded to have a big blowout and I dumped her and moved out. But soon she was calling me begging me to come back and I was whipped on her pussy so I fell back into it. Things were fine for a while until she cheated again (in fairness, I had also cheated on her with a married girl I was working with) and this began a pattern of her cheating, we'd split and then get back together. Our relationship had become toxic but we both kept playing it out over and over again. Ultimately we broke up for good and I moved out but we would still fuck every now and then when we would run into each other or she would call or just show up. By this time she had graduated to fucking black guys. She had some ghetto girlfriends she started hanging with and I knew she was getting black cock as she always had a new black boyfriend. Nevertheless, we continued to fuck every now and then when she was between or even supposedly dating some of these guys...she was a straight slut and we had this love hate thing going on between us. I never really asked her any details about her sex life but it turned me on to know she was getting fucked by many different guys. About two years after we had started dating and all this crazy **** had transpired, a good friend and I decided to move to Florida. When she got wind of this, she started chasing me again as by that time I had turned into her fall back dick and we started fucking regularly again up until the time I left. We even talked about her coming down after a while but deep inside I knew that would never happen nor did I really want it too. Part of my motivation for moving away was to get away from her. About a week after I had been in Florida I gave her a call. She proceeded to tell me that she already had a new boyfriend which didn't surprise me at all. He was black and his name was Mike she said. I asked her if they fucked and she said yes, the first night she met him. After I got off the phone with her I remember I had never been so horny. I literally jerked off like 3 times in an hour thinking about her taking that black dick. She had told me some details like that he fucked her on the floor of her living room so I had a great mental picture to use.

After that, I didn't speak to her and just went on living my new life in Florida. It was tougher to get girls there at first but after a bit of time I became acclimated to the game down there and started getting pussy on a more or less regular basis from different hook ups again but I never had a steady thing the whole time I lived there. After 2 years down there, I started having problems with roommates and finding a stable place to live. It was too expensive to have my own place at the time and most of the people I was coming across were transient, unreliable types. Plus, I had left some loose ends back home with regard to my credit and drivers license so I decided to move back home to try and straighten things out. My intention was to go back to Florida after I fixed my problems but of course I never did. About 2 months before I moved back permanently, I went home to visit and start looking for a job and a place to live. The first night home I ran into J at the bar and she was all over me but I was past her emotionally so I more or less brushed her off. Later that night I found out from friends that she had come back to the bar looking for me and was asking everybody where I was. During my visit, I was staying with my sister and she knew that so the next morning pretty early, like 8 am she called me up over there and asked if she could come over. I said yes because I was horny and I knew we would end up fucking. Sure enough she showed up not long after the call and within 10 minutes we were fucking on the couch. After I busted my nut, we sat up and started talking. She asked me when was the last time I had sex and I said about a week ago (which was a lie it was more like a month but I wanted to seem to her to be doing great and only mildly interested in her). I asked her the same question and she replied that it was last Thursday which was about 3 days previous. I asked her with who and she said it was this black guy named Roosevelt who she would fuck whenever he came around looking for some ass kind of casually. This made my dick rock hard again and I started to initiate sex with her again but she rebuffed my advance. I told her it made me horny to know that she had just recently had a black dick up in her pussy and I wanted to fuck her again. She stopped me and said something to the effect of "don't go getting weird on me." After I moved back permanently, we resumed fucking occasionally when she was between boyfriends or whatever. I was getting mine from other girls I was hooking up with at bars and parties but I had a hard time turning her down because the pussy was so good and it turned me on to know she was getting black dick all the time. By this time, she had moved into a ghetto apartment building and she was a full on black cock slut. One time when I was over there after we had re-connected for a minute, I proposed to her that we get back together but that she could continue to fuck black guys with my permission if she promised to tell me all the dirty details. She seemed to consider it but never really agreed to try it. In retrospect, she was too flaky to ever really have a relationship like that with anyway but it marked the first time I had acknowledged to myself that I wanted a relationship like that. I still jerked all the time to visions of her getting fucked by black dick and inside I knew that it turned me on like nothing else ever had. Not long after moving back home, I took a job in a restaurant and met my future wife.

Over the next two of 3 years after moving home, I didn't have a steady thing. Restaurants are like meat markets though and I slept with at least 6 girls from the place I worked at and had some other random hook ups as well. My future wife, I'll call her K, worked with me but we didn't connect in that way until about two years in. It was the kind of place where everyone knew everyone else's business too. So although I wasn't dating her or fucking her I knew who she was fucking. And I also knew that she had overlapping relationships and multiple lovers during this period. Oddly though, I never thought there was anything between us so I never pursued her. To be honest, I've never really pursued any females, I'm more the type to wait until they pursue me and then reciprocate. With K it was no different. One night a bunch of us from work were going out to the bar and she just started flirting with me and hanging around wherever I was. Obviously I noticed and I was attracted to her and her interest in me. That night I took her home and we had sex. We spent the next week together most of time. As it turns out, she was only home for the holidays at that time from going to school in another state so I knew it was probably temporary even though I was into her. When she left to go back to school she expressed her desire to keep a relationship going through phone calls and visits. That was ok with me because at the time, I didn't have anything better to do. So off she went and we kept in touch. Somewhere down the road, I started to get the feeling that she was full of **** which I was fully prepared for. One time when I called down there, I could tell her roommate was lying when she said she wasn't home as I heard commotion in the background and laughing and whatnot. That was fine though because I had met someone else and because I could tell she was trying to game me, I jumped in with the new girl. The interesting thing though was that this new girl was good friends with K's brother's girlfriend so I knew the news would get back to K soon enough that I was seeing this other girl. Sure enough, I arrived home at night from work a few days later to a **** ton of messages on my phone from K to call her. I knew exactly why she was calling. She got the news. I dialed her up and right away she started jumping all over me about dating this new girl. I was like whoa WTF I know you've got something going on down there because I can never reach you and I have a sixth sense for that stuff. She was like yeah I have a boyfriend named Mike. I'm like why the fuck do you give a **** then? She then proceeds to tell me that while she was home, she slipped off to her old boyfriend's place and had sex with him. I responded so what. Congratulations. I told her that my new girlfriend was way hotter than her anyway and I'm cool. Then I hung up. We didn't talk again for about 4 months.

Now here I'm going to describe my wife as she is currently before I get to the rest of the story. She's a sexy BBW ****** of 3 boys who has a high powered job as a director for a major pharm company. She's smart, ambitious, fun and loving. She dresses sexy as hell everyday for work which I love and she takes pride in her appearance. She's about as confident and competent as any per*** you could ever find, but not in a cocky way at all. She travels a lot for work so I am the anchor at home but that's ok because I have 3 ***s who identify with me more and she makes like 300K per year for doing it so it's a good trade off. Oh, and she lets me play a lot of golf without much beefing. She's 8 years younger than me which is good because she's still vibrant like a younger girl but she's not so much younger than me that it's noticeable to the eye. She actually thinks I look younger although I disagree. We have a nice house and a good life no matter how much taxes we pay. She's a little bit high maintenance like all females but hardly extreme from my experience. Our relationship today is the best it's ever been after 15 years of marriage. We fuck more and and just appreciate each other more as well as really starting to know each other's deepest thoughts. It wasn't always this way.

So after not talking to K for months after the blowout phone call, I walk into work one night and there she is. Back on the schedule for the summer and back from school. By this time my relationship with the other girl had flamed out and I was back on my own. As soon as I saw K I knew I was going to be with her again. I don't know why. For one, I could see right away sh

For some reason the story cut off in the middle when I posted. I will continue soon with the heart of the story and some pics.

Enjoying it so far

I'm loving your story and look forward to hearing more. BTW.... we both have a thing for woman who enjoy the BBC.
Cuck who loves a creampie.

Wonderful !!!! Please continue.

So anyway, my story got cut off quite a bit and I'm working up the energy to go at it again and finish the story. Believe me the good part lies ahead. In the meantime, I thought I'd post some pics of my wife and I for a teaser. My wife used to dress pretty bland and I begged her to dress up for years but as luck would have it, her career has taken off and she has embraced my way of thinking. Now she wears skirts, dresses, nylons or tights and heels EVERY DAY to work. She looks sensational and I make sure she knows it. She says she feels more confidant and sexy too. She lets me take pictures of her whenever I want and sometimes she even suggests it. She says that she loves that I jerk off to her pics often as she is away on business a significant amount of time. I even make caps with my dirty desires and send them to her. Unfortunately, I can't post any face pics because I just can't. Discreet is the golden rule. There's no way in hell I would jeopardize the momentum we've got going now by stepping over the line. She's about to make my dreams come true.

stripping down after work

love rubbing her nylon feet after work

sexy panties under her hose

my pose

I would love to her more of this story since It is not disimilar to my interracial cuckolding wife who now has a black lover who has a 9 and half thick cock which she prefers to mine for the last 18 years. We are very all very happy.

Nice pictures! Please keep in mind that she'll make her ideas of your dreams come true. There may be a tad of difference between "dream interpretations" between your and her ideas.


She wears the pants and calls all of the shots. You enjoy the "warm and fuzzy" feelings and associated perquisites as her house husband. She'll soon be bringing a man home. All things will change as she devotes more and more attention on her new love interest. You are a sissy. You will accept and obey her decisions.


And it won't be this way once she finds the man she is looking for. This is just the natural progression of things. No man she brings home will obey a sissy cuck. The bitching from her rapidly increases both in occurrence and loudness. Your dreams may come true but don't be surprised if they are not the dreams you are hoping for! The good thing here is that you're a sissy. There is nothing that can make a sissy's panties fit, look and (admit it!) feel better than a scathing, genital shrinking, tirade from a cuck's wife!

Best wishes and luck with your upcoming adventure!
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Your wife has a sexy ass and great legs that will look really good wrapped around her lover as he fills her married pussy. I hope you enjoy the flavor of creampie!
Cuck who loves a creampie.

"She's a BBW who takes pride in her appearance....."

First off, I want to apologize for not coming back and continuing to tell my story sooner. As I mentioned earlier, my original long post was cut off part way through when I posted and that took some of the wind out of my sails for a time. So to anyone who was enjoying the first part and then felt like WTF! Forgive me.Also, the good news, I will soon be a cuckold (although technically my wife already cuckolded me 11 years ago but I'll get back to that) as my wife has found a lover and they will be consummating their affair on July 28th OFFICIALLY! That's right, not maybe, they are going to spend the day and night together next weekend in Chicago fucking and sucking with my full approval. The plane tickets are bought and the hotel is booked! She will return home a fucked wayward wife...having spread her legs for her boyfriends cock guilt free and happily! So the intensity of life over the last couple months has also been a hindrance to my catching up here. The **** has been coming fast and furious. But I will also get back to that too. I have much of our story to tell of how we got here and from there I will update daily until D-day. Dick Day! She is super excited and so am I. I've been jacking off like a mad man and we have been fucking like maniacs as well. So let pick up where I was cut off...

As soon as I saw K, I knew I was going to be with her again. I didn't know why then, but I think I do now. First of all, I could see right away that she was wanting me still. And I didn't have any hard feelings about our breakup because I hadn't really developed any real feelings in our brief relationship. Plus, we had been friends before we started fucking and we were comfortable around each other regardless. So when I walked into work that day and saw her looking at me in that way, we just picked up from where we left off. I think we fucked again for the first time since the split 2 days after that. I mean, she was pretty, smart, had a good body and fun to be around so she was easy to like. And to coin a motto phrase again from this period in my life, I didn't have anything better to do.

What I mean above when I said "...but I think I do now" is that I now think her fucking around behind my back because we weren't serious, it attracted me to her. Her promiscuity was sexy to me. I just didn't realize it at the time. I think it's also the same rea*** I was into J. She was willing to do anything sexually just about and that will blow your mind when you're a horny 20 year old. I forgot to mention in my earlier post that I think that I probably licked J's black cum filled pussy one time. It was after we had split and no longer lived together but still fucked on occasion. She came knocking on my door one night in the middle of winter at bar time like 2:30 am. As soon as I heard the knock on the door I knew it was her (my roommate at the time had girls coming and going too) for some rea*** and I was glad because I had been fantasizing about her and one of her black lovers so I was horny. She came in the house and we went straight to my bedroom and started in. Now I looooovvved to eat her nasty pussy and she loved me doing it. But this night after some aggressive kissing she pushed me down on the bed and pulled off her jeans and panties and proceeded to put her soaking pussy lips right on my mouth. Then she grinded her pelvis and pussy back and forth with abandon on my lips and tongue as I licked her with pleasure. I remember thinking at the time that her pussy was awfully slick but I was in heaven and I started jacking my dick as I ate her. I also remember the wicked look on her face as she made me lick her. It was different like the pleasure of dominating me while having a dirty secret sort of smile. Kinda like "Eat my pussy, bitch!" She once told me that none of her black lovers ate her pussy that black guys don't do that (which is bull****) so I was the only one. I also remember that it turned me on because she told some of her ghetto girlfriends that her ex white boyfriend would still eat her pussy and I remember wondering what they thought about that. Like I was licking sloppy pussy that black guys were fucking regularly. After we finished fucking, I asked her where she was coming from and her only response was "a friends house" and I never asked her directly so I'll never know for sure. But I'll say this, I knew this girl, 90% of the time if she was out past 1 am she took a dick that night. That's who she was.

Back to my wife. So it was the beginning of summer and K and I were basically a couple again. She was back from school for the summer and we started hanging out almost daily. She would spend just about every night at my apartment and we would also go out ******** and going to movies, out to eat what have you just like all couples. Our sex life was pretty frequent but unfortunately, not very good. Now I'm sure in retrospect that part of my dissatisfaction for lack of a better word was because my previous girlfriend was an absolute balls to wall freak so by compari***, K was pretty conservative. But I overlooked that because I felt that over time, if we continued together, I could crack the code so to speak. And my last GF was also a train wreck who delivered quite a bit of pain during our relationship so I thought maybe a more sexually conservative girl is the way to go. The old "you can't turn a ho into a housewife" slogan. And even though I had these repressed cuckold desires, I also desired a real loving partner just like most other humans. And at that point in my life I never thought a cuckold relationship was even really a realistic possibility. So as the summer progressed into July we began to get really close. I don't remember who told the other they loved them first but we had fallen for each other and were now in a committed relationship. I remember my future wife telling me one night about a month after she had been back "I'm going to marry you." We decided that when she went back to school in late August, I would go with her. And that's exactly what we did.

I got a job, a good job surprisingly pay wise, and she continued to pursue her degree. I didn't much care for the town where she went to school but it was in a state near her extended family where her parents grew up and I could deal with it to be together. We rented an apartment off campus and things were rather uneventful the year I was down there. Our sex life was average at best though which continued to weigh on me somewhat and I also had a new problem, K didn't know anything about my cross dressing. I had to hide my magazine stash and pantyhose in hopes that she wouldn't find them but that never works. One day she calls me at work hysterical, she just found my stash. I had to leave work to go try and explain. Without going into too much detail, it was a big blowout. Over time we sort of came to the agreement that she knew about it but didn't want anything to do with it and wanted it kept hidden from her. In honesty it remained a big strain in our lives for years and has only recently (last 6 or 7 years) become a non issue and even to some degree openly accepted by her. Nevertheless, we stayed together and were happy for the most part and started talking about marriage. After one year of living away, we both decided it sucked there and she transferred back to a school at home and we moved back. A year later as she was close to finishing school, she got pregnant. Now we started thinking seriously about marriage. Initially I had reservations due to our past and some dishonesty but by this time I could see and feel how much she loved me and her parents were still married so I decided to trust her completely. I'll say this, no one had ever loved me like she did. Neither of my first two long term girlfriends and that is what made me love her back. She'd do anything for me. That won me over.

We flew out to Vegas 3 months later and got married. Neither of us wanted a big show wedding so it was perfect for us and neither of us regret it. My first *** was born 6 months later. Our sex life dwindled but other than that things were fine although a ***** is a romance killer for sure. Occasionally my wife would find some cross dressing evidence somewhere where I carelessly left it out and we'd fight but she never looked at it as a deal breaker. I am a horny guy to this day and I'm almost 50 now so imagine how wound up I was back then with a subpar sex life and these intense fetishes. I tried to get her to have sex more but my efforts were in vain. We both worked and raised our *** and 2 and a half years later, my second *** was born. So yeah, we fucked occasionally. Big changes were also happening in the career world. My wife had just been offered a new job in the pharmaceutical industry that paid way more with no weekends or holidays. Up until this point she was a nurse since graduating college. The drawback was that it was a 45 minute drive each way. We decided she should take it which meant more kid duty for me. That was fine tho. It's never bothered me to do what's best for our financial well being even if that meant becoming the primary caretaker. I worked close to home so I shuttled the kids to day care and took care of them while she worked ten hour days with 2 hours drive time added on. Here's where life took a crazy turn. I will continue writing in a new section and post some more pics shortly. I need to switch from my iPad to PC to more easily access the pics and add attachments so I'm waiting for my kids to go to bed and get off the desktop. Back in a bit.

More pics.

She sends me pics from work

shes going to give him this pussy

she wants to do anal with him

I'll be waiting like this

So, as I said above, here is where life took a turn for the worse but also the beginnings of a new and more honest relationship. Our second ***** was born in 2006. Although we were happy to add him to the family, our marriage was definitely suffering. After he was born our sex life went from not great to practically nothing. Frankly, this made me angry and deepened the divide between us. I pulled away from interaction with my wife almost completely as a result. Over the year following his birth my wife started hanging with this guy she worked with. Cut to the chase, they had an affair. She fucked him four times. If you want to know what happened in more detail, refer to my post from 11 years ago. This will give you a much better idea of my state of mind and what a crises point I had reached.


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It took me a long time to forgive my wife and put the betrayal behind me. Sex aside, although it turned me on a great deal to think about her fucking this guy, the dishonesty was crushing. Now I say that full well knowing that I hadn't always been 100% honest with her either but this was on a whole other level. I can't live a life with a family and move forward if I can't trust my partner. Ultimately though, I decided to give her the chance that she claimed to want to try and work it out. I certainly didn't want to be away from my kids and I loved her no matter how down on her I was. I would want a chance to make things right if it was me...one chance...I didn't feel like I owed it to her but I wanted to give her that for everything that was riding on it. And also to be perfectly honest, I already knew I was different and had already fantasized about her fucking another guy so the sex part didn't anguish me like it does with a lot of men who are in that spot. That's the part that drives them over the edge and makes them leave. They can't get over it. Me? I was jerking off daily imagining my wife doing nasty things with this guy. So we started the long road back to a non volatile marriage and believe me it was long. I'll say 5 years of resentment, suspicion, arguments, separations...not constant mind you, the comfortable times got more frequent as time passed but it felt like we were literally on the edge of divorce for quite a while. A stressful way to live. But now, on the verge of getting my biggest sexual turn on fulfilled after all these years and this long journey, it appears that it has been worth it. Ever since my wife's infidelity I've been thinking and reading trying to figure out a way to get her to warm up to the hotwife lifestyle and now I've succeeded. The story of her evolution to be continued tomorrow as soon as I have time. It's all the good stuff from here.

Please continue.... very well written..

So I began the difficult journey of trying to move past my wife's betrayal. It was an open wound for quite a long time. K put herself into exile from men (her decision) in some strange attempt to prove herself to me. What I mean is that she wouldn't put herself in any social situations with other men... no lunches, after work parties or anything where men were present. Now of course I wanted her to stay on the straight and narrow so to speak but I never wanted a wife who had to be supervised, who couldn't trust herself around men. That's not how I am. I don't want to be married to a police state so this bothered me as well but we have a family and I deferred to her plan to keep herself in check. I knew however that this would not work for us as a long term solution. All the while, I was thinking of how to get across to my wife that exile from men is NOT what I wanted from her, I wanted honesty under any circumstances. During one of our blowouts around this time, I tried to start telling my wife my true feelings. I told her that the vision of her having sex with another man was a great turn on to me and that the deception was the real problem. She blew this off though for the simple reason that I'm sure she was shell shocked from the trauma she created and she just wanted to move back to a stable monogamous relationship. She was embarrassed in front of our families and friends. The scarlet letter type thing. Let's say the 5 years following the affair were tough. But she behaved herself, always told me exactly where she was, who she was with, came home right on time etc. Meanwhile, every time we talked, I would emphasize to her that I wasn't in favor of social exile but honesty. She used to tell me all the time "I'll NEVER do that to you again, I'll be a good wife you'll see...I'll prove it to you for the rest of our lives." I would always counter with "what I don't want you to ever do again is deceive me, you can do what you want but don't ever lie to me about it." The point I was trying to get her to understand seemed to fly right past her though. She was talking fidelity which is the OPPOSITE of what I wanted. Truth was what I wanted. That's how it went for a long time.

In the meantime about a year and a half after the affair, my wife got pregnant with our third *****. One thing that changed instantly after the affair was our sex life. We started fucking much more frequently. I even told her after one of our blowouts that if the quality and frequency of our sex life didn't improve instantly, I was outta there. I can get women into bed pretty easily and I wasn't about to starve my dick like I had been doing for the first 5 or 6 years of our marriage. She had better start serving up the pussy on a regular basis whenever I wanted or she could screw. I meant that ****. I had visions of her in a hotel room on her lunch break sucking cock and spreading her legs for another man so I was horny all the time. The actual sex got a lot better too. I was like a diamond cutter most of the time so I was like Superman on viagra and I do have a good sized cock to hit the spots so most of our sex sessions were ending with her soaking the sheets with her cum. This also made her start to loosen up and be more willing to try new things and enjoy sex for sex, not as part of some commitment or duty. Before the affair she rarely came during sex but afterwards I had her flooding the bed almost every time. She also started to loosen up on the cross dressing. She said to me "I'm not perfect and you accept me so I will do the same for you." So on occasion I would wear some sexy panties or pantyhose during sex and she would be ok with it. She said " it doesn't do anything for me like turn me on but it doesn't really bother me anymore either so it's ok." Not the perfect response but a big improvement over the tension that had gone before. Her career was still advancing nicely too and the raises and money was really rolling in. I have to say if there is one thing she is really really good at it's her job and making money. I never thought she would make the kind of money she does but I can't say it sucks. When our third ***** was born, we agreed that it would be beneficial for us financially for me to quit working and stay with the kids and avoid the expensive day care. She was making plenty of money for all of us and we preferred to have the *****ren with one of us rather than more or less strangers at a day care center although we did send them to a good one that we trusted. So now she was working and I was home with the kids when they weren't in school or whatever. Over time, she also started listening to me about how she dressed. A lot of the upper level women she worked with dressed nice and sexy for work...dresses, skirts, tights and heels. As she progressed she started to notice this and started to do the same more often little by little. It was also due in part to my encouragement. I had practically begged her multiple times over the years to transform her style to more feminine attire. I wanted her to wear skirts and pantyhose and heels as I had told her many many times and now finally she was listening. It started slow like once or twice a week but I'm happy to say that now she dresses like that every day for work and often times when we go out as well. She knows I love it and it gets my dick hard to see her sexy legs and ass in some see through or silky panties and hose. And she prefers to dress this way herself now so I'm very happy a bout that. She has nice legs IMO. She also lets me take sexy pics of her basically whenever I want which is awesome because I use those pics to fantasize and jerk off when she is away from me. She has put on weight over the years from having 3 offspring but I think her body is sexier now than it used to be... more womanly. So 5 years or so after her affair, we were finally back to having a more or less trusting and normal relationship. Now I say more or less because I'll never get caught slipping like that again. I realized looking back that there were a lot of signs that I missed along the way that I won't miss again. I'll never trust her in the same way I once did but maybe that was dumb on my part to begin with. But that's who I am so I have to make a conscious effort sometimes to pay close attention to things.

About 5 years ago, my wife was offered a significant promotion. The catch was she would have to start traveling a couple months a year to accept it. We talked about it extensively and decided she should take it. Her employer, like all greedy employers these days, had decided to start outsourcing the exact job that she does. So ultimately, her choice was to get on board early with this thing or hang back and take the chance down the road that her job would be eliminated by the very opportunity that she passed up. Not much of a choice really but we made the right one because she has thrived ever since. I was already the primary caretaker for our 3 sons so it wasn't that big of a change for me except that she would be gone for a period each year. So she started traveling. She has been all over the world in the past 5 years and has since been promoted to director. Financially we are doing great which is a major load off in today's tough world. It sucks sometimes because I have to go weeks without pussy but I've been able to deal with it for the most part because we make up for it big time when she gets home. She's been to India, the Philippines, Mexico, London, Paris, Hungary, Poland, Germany, Austria, Czech Republic, Canada and Australia so far. When she gets home I tear out the crotch of her pantyhose and fuck her hard often. She's executive level now so she's always dressed sexy. It's hotttt! And her pussy is so good now. To me it was like once I knew she had had another man inside of her, the pussy got way better. That turns me on like nothing else.

Fast forward to about 18 months ago. All the times my wife would be away I would jerk off imagining her in a hotel room fucking another man and loving it. It got to be an overwhelming desire at some point for me. Now I had hinted to my wife over the years many times that I would love for her to have sex with other men and tell me about it but it was like she couldn't hear me or didn't want to. Maybe because of the hell we went through or maybe because it was a radical concept I don't know but she wasn't responding to my hints. Like nothing... no conversation about my fantasy whatsoever. So one day about a year and a half ago while she was gone, I decided to send her an email laying it all out there honestly and up front. I told her in the message that I wanted her to find a lover, that it would drive me wild with lust to know that she was fucking another man and I knew about it. The main condition being that she could do whatever she wanted with whoever she wanted but she had to tell me about it... truthfully and in detail. Now mind you, by this time in our lives I have come to the conclusion that having multiple lovers or having the freedom to explore is my wife's true nature. She tends to bond with men that she works with and spends a lot of time around. That's how we got together and that's also how her affair started. Her response was something to the effect of I don't know about that, which I expected. However, she didn't outright reject the idea. Like most women confronted with this scenario her first instinct was to view it as a sneaky attempt on my part to get her to allow me to fuck other women. To which I responded "I don't need your permission to fuck other women I'll do it if I want to... you did it without mine so I don't need your approval but that's not what this is about. If I had wanted to do that it would've been done a long time ago and you couldn't say jack **** about it." That's the truth. I don't want to fuck other women. I fucked a ton of women in my younger days and one isn't that much different from the next on the surface which is really all you get from one night stands. Plus, it's a lot of work to coax a woman into bed sometimes. It can certainly be done but at my age I just don't want to exert that kind of energy on getting laid anymore. Granted there are times when it falls into your lap with little effort but I find that to be the exception not the rule. I want to go deeper with a woman who I know inside and out. Many layers down to her primal desires. You can't have that with random hook ups and bar sluts which I could still pull if I wanted to. I'm almost 50 but I look 35-40 and I still get hit on and catch the look plenty when I'm out and about. Plus I keep myself in good shape so if I ever have to go back out in the world I'll be fine in that department. She then responded something to the effect of "wouldn't you be scared that I would fall for the other guy and leave?" I said "yes, a little bit but you've already gone astray on me a couple times in our relationship and you always came back. So I know that this is where you want to be. Why not have your cake and eat it too?" Her final email response was "I'll think about it but no guarantees." The door had been finally opened. My gut feeling from studying cuckolding and reading about how other men got their wives into the lifestyle was that over time she would warm up to the idea. She just needed to get comfortable with it and feel confident that I wouldn't react negatively which takes time. So my advice to any likeminded guys who want to convince their wives to take a lover is to get the idea out there ASAP because it takes most women time to get comfortable with it. They have to warm up to it and believe that it's not a ploy on your part to screw around but don't count her out until she says no fucking way. If she believes that you will stay by her side she will consider the idea. And over time... maybe she will like it. Mine did. And believe me, there was a time when I thought she would NEVER go for something like this. I have to stop here for now but I will return soon with more... the things that have led up to her fuck date that is rapidly approaching🍆🍆🍆.

So through a detailed email that I sent my wife, and a few Facetime conversations afterwards, I got my wife to agree to consider finding a lover to fuck on the side. When she returned home from her trip we continued to talk about it and we started talking about it during sex too. Although tepid at first, soon K was saying sexy things to me during sex about fucking another man. "You want me to give him my pussy?" "Do you want to fuck me afterwards?" Things like that. Mind you, in the entire history of our marriage she's never talked nasty like that. The sex was incredible too. K calls it hyper sex. The best was when she asked me if I wanted her ficticious lover to cum in her married pussy. Yes I answered emphatically. "Do you want to eat my pussy after he cums in me?' she asked. "Fuck yeah!" I said. At that exact moment I felt her pussy do something I'd never felt before. It was like a super hot gush of cum right at that moment I could literally feel the temp of her pussy go up like 10 degrees in a split second. Like a hot flood. At that moment I knew the idea had won her over. She was cumming harder than she ever had before thinking about fucking another man and him nutting inside her pussy. Ever since then when we fuck like to talk about her cheating. It turns us both on.

After that episode, K and I talked more and she officially agreed to be open to taking a lover if the situation presented itself. That's all I felt I could really ever ask for. We both acknowledged that it might never happen because of the type of woman K is. She's not the bar hook up, one night stand kind of woman. She needs to know a guy first and feel comfortable before she has a physical attraction. That's why she has always had relationships that developed through work. But that also presents some dangers. She could lose her job for having a relationship with a co-worker if it were discovered so anything like that needs to be thought out well before hand if it were to happen. Otherwise, we decided to just start going out more and people watch, looking for hot guys for her and such. Just for fun and keeping it light at first. It is possible to meet guys out at nightlife places but for K, she won't be taking anyone home that she just met so it would have to be someone willing to spend a little bit of time with her before getting physical. I always fantasized about her meeting a guy overseas at a conference or something where she is there for a week or two and can have enough time to bond. She likes that scenario too.

It just so happens that at the beginning of 2018, K got put on a project that would add extra travel to her schedule for this year. She had already commited to one trip to India and one to Hungary in the first four months of 2018 but now she added on one to London and a second trip to a different location in India. I wasn't very happy about it because it meant she would be gone a total of 77 days between the end of January and the end of April. I'm supportive of her career but that's just too much time I told her. She agreed and said that it would only be a one time thing so I was as cool as I could be about it. I took plenty of sexy pics of her before she left for the first trip because I knew I was on my own for a while. It made for a long winter I tell ya. She came home between each of her trips and we'd fuck like rabbits for a week and then she'd go again. We were sending each other dirty texts to stay close and when she was in London, she dressed sexy because it was winter and the weather was cold. She took pics of herself and sent them to me. She can't dress like that when she goes to India though because culturally its not acceptable for women to wear short skirts, high heels or anything even slightly revealing. Plus its hot as **** there which doesn't lend itself well to sexy office wear. The last of her four trips was a return trip to India for 4 weeks. I liked her trips to India the least because I felt like the chances of her finding a lover there were slim to none. K likes tall guys. The vast majority of Indian men in India are small men. That's a complete turn off to her. She even remarked to me on a number of occasions how there were no hot guys in India as compared to the rest of the places she traveled. Ironically, that whole theory would get turned on its head before K returned home from that trip. To be continued soon...

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So my wife was in India on a business trip. She likes to go out and party whenever possible on the weekends when she's international which wasn't really possible until she made a few friends. It took her a few years to get comfortable tooling around the city even with chaperones that she trusted. She has blond hair and sticks out like a sore thumb there so people are always staring at her on the streets. Indian men love her to death. She's the complete opposite of Indian women. She's strong, assertive, dresses feminine western style and doesn't look like any other women there. It's like the guys she works with are under a spell because they actually have to take orders from her and that's unheard of over there. Now my wife had previously said no way to getting with an Indian guy but on this last business trip she went out with a group of guys (management level) and one of the guys she remarked was tall and kind of good looking. They proceeded to ***** until late and then head back to the hotel bar for a few more. The hotel bars there stay open until like 4 am. The next day she was a hot mess with a hangover but she FaceTimed me and we talked for a while. She said she had a really fun time, the best she ever had in India and that this one guy, we'll call him A, was kind of hanging on her. She said he was tall with some meat on his bones and had broad shoulders and whatnot, basically the physical requirements that she looks for in a guy. She sent me a pic that someone had taken of the two of them posing and he looked like a Mexican guy to me which is different from the look of most Indian guys in my opinion. I remarked that it sounded promising and she said yeah and that she thought he liked her. She said that they had plans to go out and do it again the following Thursday and that she was looking forward to it but she really didn't think anything would happen between them. For one, the work conflict of interest thing and for another, she's been away from the game so long and dealing with a foreign culture so she felt like she wasn't sure if she was reading the situation correctly. Thursday arrived and after the work day they headed back out to party again. It was her and 3 guys, all white collar guys that she deals with. She texted some pics throughout the night and I noticed that A was really hanging close. She said yeah he holds my hand every time I have to go to the ladies room. After a few *****s he proposed to take K on a motorcycle ride to which she jumped at. One thing we've never clicked on was motorcycles. She likes them, I don't. But being the motorcycle whore that she is, off they went. She said she hugged him close on the ride and they had fun. Afterwards they returned to the bar and continued to *****. From there they closed the bar and all headed back to the hotel where they continued to ***** again until like 4 am. K then told them that she was tired and wasted and they all said there good nights and she went back to her room alone. She texted me when she got into her room "Back in my room...alone...going to bed...love you." "Ok" I replied.

About 6 hours later while I was relaxing and watching tv, my phone rang with a FT call from K. Now right off the bat, I'm not sure exactly how but when I saw that the call was from her, I KNEW in my bones that something had happened. First off, she doesn't usually FT me right away in the morning when she gets up for the day. She almost always texts and then we FT after work. Second, I just had a feeling from our texts earlier in the night and the pics I saw that this guy was really digging her, even more so than she was letting on. So I answered feeling kind of excited. The minute her face appeared on the screen my suspicions were confirmed, even before she opened her mouth. It was like looking at the cat that ate the canary. "Hi" she said "...so something happened" she sort of stammered out. I sat back silently not wanting to interrupt what was clearly a watershed moment in our relationship. My beautiful and sexy wife was about to tell me about a sexual encounter with another man. "After I texted you good night, I heard a knock on my door. I opened it and A was standing there. He said he was returning my lighter. I said thanks and then he asked if he could come in. So I let him in and we made small talk for a minute and he said that he couldnt ***** and could we watch a movie together or something. I said yeah and we started watching and..." K kind of hesitated for a second and said "We started kissing. Then he started undressing me and soon we were naked on the bed making out. He sucked on my tits (they're nice) and said he loved sucking on them. Then he was fingering my pussy as we kissed" Holy **** my dick was fucking hard at this point. "Then what" I said. "Did you guys FUCK??!?" Unfortunately she responded "No... he had too much to ***** and he couldn't get hard. I stroked his dick for a while trying to get him hard but it was useless." Ughhh so close but no cigar. There was a brief awkward silence. "Are you ok?" K asked. "Fuck yeah" I said "you told me about it and even though you didn't fuck the story was hot!" I could sense the weight of the world lifting off her shoulders at that point. She started to smile a little bit "I was so scared that even though you told me it was cool that you were going to be mad." "No" I said "I'm not mad at all, I'm fucking horny!" She then proceeded to tell me any other details she could think of. She said that although he couldn't get it up, he has a nice sized cock that would be suitable to fuck if it was hard and that her pussy was hella wet for him. She said he commented on her sexy red panties and said that he had been wanting her since he first laid eyes on her. "So now what?" I asked. "I don't know" she said "our team is leaving for a different city after work today so I'm not sure. He said he would sneak off from his wife and meet me there tonight but I'm not sure if he can pull it off. His wife was calling his hotel room last night and he might not be able to get away." ."Damn!" I replied "but either way I'm glad for what happened and I'm super happy that you told me about it." Even though my sexy wife hadn't consummated her affair with A, I knew that we had graduated to a new relationship. And it wasn't her fault, she was spread for the dick just as I hoped she would. Turns out, A couldnt make the trip to the next city that night and my wife returned home to me 4 days later but as a new and improved version. One with a long distance boyfriend.

Needless to say, this is all we've been talking about since. When we're not fucking. K told me that she hoped that she would get another chance to be with him down the road. She goes to India at least twice a year and A also comes to the US periodically on business. They basically started a long distance text relationship from there. Soon enough though, fate would step in and give us a present. A would be coming to America at the end of July. More to come...

She's got so close to fucking this guy 'A' that it's inevitable that they will fuck, once he's sober - lol. I just hope for your sake that she FaceTimes you as they're fucking so you get to see it in real time.

Nah...I won't be FTing her while she's fucking. Our arrangement is her fucking and then coming home and giving me the story and the pussy. This guy doesn't know that I know my wife is going to fuck him. He thinks they are both secretly sneaking around. As a matter of fact, he remarked to her a couple weeks back that he was concerned. My wife told him that she's telling me that she's spending the night in the city with a girlfriend from work. "Will your husband drive by her house looking for you or checking up on you." is what he asked her. We laughed our asses off. K said he's probably scared that your going to bust in on us and **** him. But he's not too worried to fuck her nevertheless so I guess that's the bottom line. Also, I intended to start relaying the story of the last 2 months which have been a whirlwind and I still will. But there's been a development.

A is going to be in America tomorrow morning now. His plane touches down around 9 am central time and from there he has to pass ICE and get out of the airport to his hotel which is about 20 minutes away. Originally he wasn't supposed to arrive until Friday but the plan changed. K figures he'll be checked in at the hotel near her office by noon. Also, they were supposed to have a legit work meeting that afternoon but K canceled it because she is leaving work tomorrow early for a long standing hair appointment. However, they decided to meet up at his hotel tomorrow afternoon. K's hair appointment is not until 5 pm but she blocked her calendar and told the necessary parties that it is at 3 pm. So she's leaving work probably around 1:30 or 2 pm. This gives them 2 hours at his hotel room and she is pretty sure they will fuck right away. Part of my story are plenty of screenshots K sent me of them texting back and forth the last 2 months. Awesome boner texts about fucking each other, her sucking his dick, him eating her pussy and even anal. She said she thinks she wants to do that with him. Had me jacking off for days. The point being, they are revved up and ready to fuck. I'm giving it 90% chance of success. Tonight I trimmed her pussy up real nice for him and we picked out her clothes. K started laughing as we looked at each other and said this is too funny, her husband preparing her pussy for another man. But I'm digging it. She's going to wake me in the morning so I can watch her get ready. She has this new skirt that she just bought this week that's nice and short. And she's going to wear these sexy black panties that I will post a pic of with black heel sandals. She also just got her toes and nails done as she was gearing up for the weekend. Which is still on tentatively. I say tentatively because although I'm excited for my wife to give him her pussy, there's no proof thus far that he can deliver. Next time up to bat, he needs to drive in some runs if you know what I'm saying. If that's tomorrow and he strikes out, my wife will shut it down right then. She said that with all this build up and no ******** to blame, he has to fuck her properly or he won't get another chance. It's up to her but I wholeheartedly agree. I want her to find a guy that can fuck the life out of her but this is all new to us and you have to crawl before you can walk so she's starting off here. His s**** level is an unknown at this point. I like the fact that A is dark complected too. His dick is probably dark brown and I told my wife that the vision of her getting off on a dark brown dick is hot and she agreed! Of course over time I'd love her to graduate to black dick so this could help kick in the door a bit. K is really hoping he can make her cum on his dick. She said she imagines flooding the bedsheets on their first time. All I know is that if it works out, I'll be ecstatic and they will probably fuck each other numerous times over the week that he is here. She's mentioned going to his room again next week once or twice if it's as good as she hopes. On my end, I'm hoping she comes home to me tomorrow night with his cum up in her pussy. I've been telling her that from the beginning so she knows I'll be eagerly waiting for her. She also said that she will try to sneak a few pics if possible. Not of them fucking yet but markers that will turn me on like a pic of the bed all mussed up and hopefully with a wet spot or a pic of her panties laying on the ground where she dropped them for sex. Anyway, I'm crazy excited as it's about 14 hours away now. I'll post again ASAP with anything I've got. Until then 🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆💦💦💦� ��💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦

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Real quick, this is her leaving for work this morning. I won't see her again until after she meets him at the hotel. By 2:45 pm I suspect she will be in his bed, legs spread with his dark brown dick pumping in and out of her pussy. I'm so horny thinking about it. Before she left she said she is excited and wet for him already anticipating their love making. I can't wait until she gets home tonight!

Work then off to meet her lover

Ok so it's 2 pm she just texted. She's on her way to his hotel room now. I'm hoping he's balls deep by 2:45 but I can speculate and wonder until she comes home. 😜🍆🍆🍆🍆😜😉😉💦💦💦

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An incredible account of everything! So well written. And my god, I love your wife's FEET. If you can post some more shots of her nylon feet (gorgeous toes) the world would be a better place!

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What a story. Thank you and I concur with Patxaran, your wifes feet are lovely. Love the nylon clad close up after work. OI hope you sniffed and kissed them!

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Those panties will absorb his cum well. Don't wash them but retire them as a souvenir for future enjoyment.

Ok. Glad to see some people are enjoying this story because it's 100% real and in progress RIGHT NOW. And yes, I can post more pics of her nylon feet and I will. So anyway, my wife went to A's hotel room Thursday after ducking work early. I was at home wondering if they were fucking or what. So the original plan was for her to go to his room and then go straight to her hair appointment afterwards without updating me on what happened. I wanted her to tell me in person the hot story. Lo and behold though at about 4:15 that day she calls me. Ughhh she wasn't supposed to do that. So I answered and she tells me that she's stressed and frustrated because all they did was kiss and touch each other and A was reluctant to try and bed her. She said it got hot and heavy at the end but then she had to leave and they had such a hard time prying themselves away from each other that she was running late with a 50 minute drive ahead to the hair salon and a frustrated pussy that didn't get any dick. Fuck, I thought... this guy is going to be a waste of time. Later, when she arrived home we talked and she told me in more detail what happened and what they talked about and so forth. I told her that now I was kind of down on the whole thing because it seems like this guy isn't going to come through and quite honestly I felt like even if he finally did, he wouldn't be worth a damn in bed. She said please be patient and try not to be pessimistic. She said she felt his hard dick through his pants and that if she hadn't had to leave, they would have fucked. So I said ok, I'll be patient and try to be more optimistic. The overnight for Saturday (today...right now) is still on as planned. She wanted to have sex with me to take the edge off but I had been waiting for her to get home to run an important errand so I said sorry, I have to go and I won't be back until she would probably be asleep. She gets up at like 4 am to get ready to go to work so she goes to bed pretty early most nights. So off I went and she went to bed.

The next day at work, A had to have a meeting with K about the upcoming workshop (the "whole reason" he had come to the US) in her office. She told me that they talked work the whole time except the last 10 minutes. From there they talked about their plans and what had happened quietly. She said if they spoke in normal voices that someone could have possibly heard them which is bad. A told her not to be discouraged that he was tired from a 15 hour flight and that he felt pressure to do it on demand in a short time frame. He said he was excited about their getaway and that he wouldn't disappoint. K told me all this in a text and told me some more when she came home from work. She said she was excited the whole time she was in her office with him and that her pussy was getting wet. She she wished they could've fucked right there in her office but they never touched each other once which is good. None of this **** would be even close to worth it if she were to lose her job. So now it was on to Saturday...today as I'm writing this.

She got up this morning at about 6:30 and started to get ready little by little. The night before we picked out her dress and her panties and bra. The plan was for her to leave at 9, drive to his hotel and have him come out and meet her at the Starbucks next door. Many of his colleagues it turns out had also checked into that same hotel which they had tried to avoid but to no avail. And although if K were spotted there and with him it would necessarily be a problem (she's allowed to be friends with whoever she wants, he employer doesn't take issue with that) they thought it best to try and stay out of sight. At a little before 9 A texted her that he had to participate in a business call that would set him back until 10:30. So K waited an extra half hour to leave. We kissed goodbye at 9:30 and I told her good luck. She said she was nervous again. She said she would keep me updated somewhat and let me know she was ok periodically. At about 10:15 she texted me that he said all of his work colleagues were gathered in the lobby and for her not to come to the hotel. They decided he would just Uber to meet her at the train station. She wanted me to check on parking overnight at the station because the plan had been to leave her car at the hotel but that was out. I told her it was no problem that it was only like 6 bucks. Then she said because A got hung up, they missed the train they wanted to catch and the next one wasn't coming for 90 minutes. So they decided to Uber all the way down to city. She texted me that they were in the car and on the way at 11 am. She said she'd text me when they got there. 90 minutes later no text so I started to lay into her over text about following through with what she said she was going to do. I didn't tell her she had to text, she said she would so it pissed me off a little bit because we had an understanding I thought.

Here is the text...

They got right

down to it!

As you can see, she was already in the room and had all her clothes off. Once again, our agreement was that she would not tell me about the sex until she gets home tomorrow but once she told me that she was with him in the room and she was naked, I changed my mind. Once I get a sample, curiosity takes over. Ok she said as you can see, I'll text later. I decided to go golfing to keep my mind occupied. I had already jerked off 3 times this morning thinking about her and A in bed together. Honestly, I could keep going over and over but I'm trying not to burn myself out. So about 2 and a half hours after the "I'm naked" text, I got these...I'll let them speak for themselves a little bit.

They FUCKED!!!

Mmmmmmmm

We emailed back and forth for discretion

She wanted me to check while I was golfing