Candy, Jimmy and Me

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Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Cheating, Slow, .

Desc: Sex Story: Why I want to watch my wife with another man.



Okay, I admit it. I am one of those guys who would like to see his wife with another man and to anyone else the reason I want to see it would probably make absolutely no sense. But what the hell, there are times it makes absolutely no sense to me either, but for twenty-two years I have wanted it, my wife knows I want it (but not why and I don't ever intend that she ever finds out) and for ten years now she has been saying "maybe some day."


The story starts almost two years before I met Candy. She was a single mom of two just six months out of a bad marriage. She was working as a barmaid in a local bar and living in a two bedroom town home like apartment. She became good friends with the girl who lived in the apartment next to hers. Toni was another single mom and the two women became close.

Toni had a brother and he seemed to like Candy so Toni worked on Candy to get her to go out with Jimmy. Candy finally said yes and she and Jimmy started dating. One thing led to another and Candy and Jimmy fell in love. He proposed, she accepted, a wedding date several months in the future was picked and Candy and Toni got busy planning the wedding.

Jimmy was an over-the-road truck driver and his runs took him out of town for two or three days every week. One day about a month before he and Candy were to be married he told her the wedding was off. He had gotten a girl pregnant in one of the towns he over-nighted in and he was going to have to marry the girl.

Candy was crushed! She took her ring off and threw it at him, told him to get out and that she never wanted to lay eyes on him or even hear his name again. It was a very low point in her life. Her marriage had ended when she caught her husband fucking her cousin and when she left him she found out that her cousin wasn't the only one her husband had been doing. And then Jimmy and his girlfriend in another town! Half the men who hit on her at the bar were married and so she put it all together, decided that all men were pigs and that all any man wanted was access to a pussy. All that any of them wanted was just to use her. Well fuck that!!!

The problem was that Candy liked sex so avoiding men was not going to make her feel better. She didn't trust men anymore, but nothing said that she couldn't use them just like they wanted to use her. She went through a dozen or so over the next eight months until one day she woke up and said:

"What the hell am I doing? Do I really want a reputation as a slut? Is that the example I want to set for my daughter?"

The answer was of course "no!" and overnight she went from using men to avoiding men altogether.


It was right about that time that I started stopping at the bar after work. The bar was only three blocks from where I worked and all the guys I worked with stopped there. I'd never stopped before, but I was going through a bad spot in my slowly disintegrating marriage and I just didn't want to go home.

Candy might have given up on men, but a good bit of her income came from tips so she still smiled a lot and was friendly, if a bit standoffish. It was about three months after I started stopping and I had just gotten off work and come into the bar when the phone rang. It was for Candy and it was the babysitter calling to say that Candy's gas stove had just blown up and that Billy, Candy's two year old son, had his eyebrows singed. Candy panicked, ran into the office and told her boss that she had a family emergency and had to run home.

Candy's car had not been running for a while and she was saving up money to have it fixed. She had been taking the bus to and from work, but the bus schedule after six was like one every forty-five minutes. She called for a cab and the dispatcher told her that it would be about a half hour before he could get a taxi to her. She was rapidly losing it -- she had to get home to her baby -- so I offered to run her home. Under any other circumstances she would have said, "Thank you, but no thanks" but this time she said, "Oh God yes, thank you" and she grabbed her purse and looked at me like, "Well? What are you waiting for?"

I drove her home and offered to look at her malfunctioning stove, but I was talking to her back as she hustled out of the car and ran for her apartment. I followed her in and found out that Billy was basically unhurt. It turned out that he was a curious two-year old and he had seen his mom and the babysitter turn on the burners so he decided that he wanted to turn one of the knobs too. This was years and years ago when knobs were on the front of the stove and not up on a panel in the back. Also way back then you knew you had to turn the knob a little bit at a time until the pilot light lit the burner and then you turned it up to the heat level you wanted. Billy turned the knob full on and the pilot light lit off the fast rush of gas and the flash got Billy's eyebrows. The worst of it was the stink of burned hair. Candy said she wasn't going back to work so I got in my pick-up and left.


It was three days before I stopped at the bar again and when Candy brought me my beer she told me that it was on her and then she thanked me for giving her a ride home. I told her that she really needed to get her car fixed and then I asked her what was wrong with it. She said she didn't know, it just wouldn't start. She thought it might have been the battery, but it still wouldn't start when Toni tried to give her a jump. Then she told me that it didn't matter because she just didn't have the money to put it in the shop right then. I told her I would look at it for her and she told me that she appreciated the offer, but she couldn't afford to pay me. I told her that I didn't expect her to pay me just for looking at it.

The next day was Saturday and I was off and she didn't have to go in to work until four so I picked her up at her place and drove over to where the car was parked. I popped the hood and checked out the battery and the cables and they looked okay. There was no corrosion on the battery posts and the cable ends were tight. But when I tugged on the cables I found that the ground was pretty loose. I checked and found that where the cable grounded to the engine block the nut that held it on the engine block stud had come loose and fallen off. Without a ground the battery wouldn't work. I drove to the closest hardware store, bought a nut and went back and installed it and told Candy to turn the key. The car started right up. Candy asked me what she owed me and I told her she could buy me my first beer the next time I came into the bar.

I followed her home to make sure that she didn't have any other problems and then I headed for home for another confrontation with my wife. It would be one more in a long line of confrontations. Things had not been worth spit between us since she got tangled up with a bunch of Jehovah's Witnesses. No way an agnostic and a brand new "true believing fanatic" are going to make anything work. I was holding on -- barely, just barely -- hoping that she would come to her senses, but deep down I knew I was wasting my time.


About three months went by and Candy tended to gravitate to my end of the bar whenever I stopped in. We became friends of a sort and I would occasionally do favors for her. Things like going places and getting things for her that she couldn't get done because of her work schedule.

During those same three months I moved out of my house and told my wife to give me a call if she ever decided that she would rather have me around than a bunch of religious fanatics. I got an apartment close to work (which also made it close to the bar) and got on with my life.

One night Candy told me that she would like to have me over for dinner as a way of saying thank you for all I'd done for her and I saw no harm in it so I said okay. I had a nice time and I asked her if I could take her and her kids to the movies the following weekend. She hesitated for a couple of seconds, but then said yes. For the next two months I took her and her two kids, Billy and Debbie, out to movies, dinner, the lake, the amusement park and ball games.

One night Candy asked me why I had never kissed her goodnight at the end of one of our dates and I held up my left hand and said that as long as I wore the ring I was honor bound to behave myself. I didn't know it at the time, but that struck a chord in her. It made her think that maybe all men weren't assholes just out to get laid.

Two more months went by and one day I got a phone call from the wife and she asked me to come home and talk to her. I don't know what I expected, but I wasn't surprised when she said that we couldn't go on the way we were. I either had to become a Witness so we could get on with our lives or she wanted a divorce. I told her I would see a lawyer as soon as I could get an appointment and I got up and left.

Michigan was "no fault" and the divorce wasn't contested so six months later I took my ring off and tossed it out the window as I drove to work. Two days later Candy asked me to give her a ride home from work as she had loaned Toni her car. She asked me in for coffee when I got her home and we made small talk until I got up to go. Candy walked me to the door and as I reached for the door knob she stood up on her toes and kissed me. I asked her why she had done that and she told me that she had noticed my naked ring finger on my left hand and then she kissed me again. I kissed her back and from then on our weekend outings took on a new meaning. Six months later on New Year's Eve I asked her to marry me and she said yes. Both of our birthdays were in June so we decided on a June wedding.

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Ma/Fa / Consensual / Heterosexual / Cheating / Slow /