Chapter 3

Book Three

Tonight was much easier for both of us. We shared a glass of wine after dinner while we sat on the front porch. She thanked me for being so good about tomorrow and that she swore again to me that it’s just for the night and for her to have fun and that it really means nothing.

She was surprised when about 10:30pm rolled around and I hadn’t tried to get her undressed yet. I told her honestly that I wanted both of us to be horny tomorrow night. I told her that I wanted her to fuck his brains out and then, when she gets home, no matter how late, I’m going to have my turn with her. I got that giggle that I always get when she likes what I said but can’t bring herself to admit it. We’re about to turn in and although I have a raging hard-on I think I’ll be successful in abstaining till tomorrow night.

It was a bit awkward this morning. I still have concerns deep inside about all this but seeing her primping in the bathroom and then my thinking about Peter having her later tonight, damn if my cock wasn’t rock hard again. She saw it under my towel as I got out of her way and gave me her trademark giggle again.

I noticed she had a small bag into which she was putting some things. I glanced in and saw some sexy lingerie (a lacy bra and matching panties) and some other stuff.

As I was getting dressed she came out of the bathroom and saw me watching as she opened the bag and said, “need to be sure I take this” as she put her diaphragm and cream in.

I don’t know what happened but damn if I didn’t nearly cum as I watched that, knowing at some point she’d be putting it in for HIM. She saw me and came over and patted my hard-on poking up from my underwear and just said, “later tonight, you get your turn” as if she was talking to my cock!

Over breakfast she reminded the kids that she’d be home late tonight. Both of them looked puzzled until she said something like, “you remember, Mommy has a big dinner meeting tonight for work”.

Being kids, they both just said, “oh yeah, we forgot”.

I’m now at work trying to focus on work instead of what she’ll be doing later but it’s tough because whenever I even think about it my stiff cock gives my thoughts away. I’m trying to focus on that part, my arousal and excitement at her doing this instead of the misgivings that I also feel. For now the excitement far outweighs the misgivings.

What a night! She came home just before 1am and one look at her told me all I needed to know. I did manage not to masturbate but by the time she did get home I thought my cock would burst at times!

I don’t have all the details yet since she’s still asleep but I did hear about a very nice dinner and that she was very worked up by the time they went up to their room. He had splurged out for a room in a nice hotel rather than a cheapie motel and they had dinner in the hotel’s restaurant beforehand. All I know for sure is that they fucked for a long time and he came twice in her before she came home to me. Wet would be the understatement of the year to describe what I found under her panties and, I have to say, the moment of kneeling between her legs staring at her well-used pussy was only surpassed by the feeling of entering that well-used pussy. It wasn’t so much creamy as incredibly wet. Most arousing to me was that the more we fucked the wetter she got and the deeper I went, she became wetter still! She was a little embarrassed at how we sounded, squishing and slurping but I was totally into it. It was while we were fucking that she told me he’d cum twice in her.

That was it, just the thought of them being intimate together not more than an hour or so earlier and looking down to see this frothy sheen covering us, that was it and I let loose in her like my cock was a fire-hose! I still get a little angst thinking about it all right now but that is so far outweighed by how turned on I still am. Part of me feels like having her again right now.

I’m sure I’ll hear from her when she wakes up later but right now at 7:15am, it’s totally silent in our house. The kids are on half-term break and are sleeping in; Suzanna’s told me that she’ll also be going in late today. Apparently she’d planned this too but kept that from me till last night.

She told me how they had a drink at the bar in the hotel before going to dinner and that he kissed her then. I don’t know but kissing goes both ways for me; during the passion of sex, I’m very okay with the idea as it heightens my thoughts of her desires but hearing them kissing in the bar before dinner, gives me that same angst that keeps me on edge.

She told me how they shared a bottle of wine over dinner and then went back to his room for dessert. After another drink from the in-room bar she said she went to the bathroom to get washed and to change into the sexy stuff she’d brought; I don’t think Peter knew she was changing.

I asked her if that was when she put in her diaphragm. She looked at me for a second as if she may have realized that that thought aroused me and she said that she didn’t do it then but that she put her dress back on over the sexy undies and then went back out.

She said they kissed for a while on the bed and Peter gradually undid her dress and slowly removed it. She said he’d found her weakness, kissing her neck just between where her collarbones meet; that makes her melt and is like the spigot for her pussy.

I don’t remember all the details but at some point they were down to their underwear, she in her lacy bra and panties and him in his boxers. She said they got into a 69 and then I understood why she waited on the diaphragm as she let him go down on her! Damn if that didn’t turn me on thinking about that, his tongue in her pussy, and she told me how she could taste how turned on he was from all the pre-cum that was coating his cock.

It was when he turned back around and started rubbing against her pussy that she said she needed to, “take care of something, (her code for needing to put in her diaphragm). I wanted to hear what she did; did she go into the bathroom or has she become so comfortable with him to do it in front of him. So I asked, “did you run to the bathroom?”

She said, “no, I just told him to turn away for a second”.

Damn if that thought and scene didn’t make me throb. I don’t know why but picturing her at the edge of the bed preparing herself for his cock was enough to make me dribble pre-cum of my own.

I asked her at one point what was going through her mind and she said she really couldn’t think of what she was thinking other than just really wanting him in her!

It’s 48 hours later and still just thinking about it is such a turn-on. She told me during sex how they changed positions, how she felt so open and exposed to him when she knelt on the bed and he was behind her.

I will admit to getting a knot in my stomach when she tells me how she held him tightly as he came inside her and she followed right behind. I guess somehow I’m still not comfortable with that level of their emotions together, how she held him tightly as she came on his cock. It also doesn’t help me that she uses the word ‘love’ a lot in her descriptions and how she’s told me how during her orgasms she’ll tell him that she loves him. I know from when we first started dating and she’d say that to me even when we were just starting out, how her therapist after her divorce explained to her that she can use that word to describe her feelings of something other than the emotional love for another person. It just hurts to hear her tell me that she would tell him that while they’re fucking even though I would have expected her to say it. It gives me pause to think of how I’d be if I were there watching and heard her exclaim that as he’s orgasming underneath or on top of him.

She’s promised me a ‘quickie’ tonight before bed.

Suzanna’s been just incredibly turned on since last week and we’ve talked about manyp>Chapter 3

Book Three

Tonight was much easier for both of us. We shared a glass of wine after dinner while we sat on the front porch. She thanked me for being so good about tomorrow and that she swore again to me that it’s just for the night and for her to have fun and that it really means nothing.

She was surprised when about 10:30pm rolled around and I hadn’t tried to get her undressed yet. I told her honestly that I wanted both of us to be horny tomorrow night. I told her that I wanted her to fuck his brains out and then, when she gets home, no matter how late, I’m going to have my turn with her. I got that giggle that I always get when she likes what I said but can’t bring herself to admit it. We’re about to turn in and although I have a raging hard-on I think I’ll be successful in abstaining till tomorrow night.

It was a bit awkward this morning. I still have concerns deep inside about all this but seeing her primping in the bathroom and then my thinking about Peter having her later tonight, damn if my cock wasn’t rock hard again. She saw it under my towel as I got out of her way and gave me her trademark giggle again.

I noticed she had a small bag into which she was putting some things. I glanced in and saw some sexy lingerie (a lacy bra and matching panties) and some other stuff.

As I was getting dressed she came out of the bathroom and saw me watching as she opened the bag and said, “need to be sure I take this” as she put her diaphragm and cream in.

I don’t know what happened but damn if I didn’t nearly cum as I watched that, knowing at some point she’d be putting it in for HIM. She saw me and came over and patted my hard-on poking up from my underwear and just said, “later tonight, you get your turn” as if she was talking to my cock!

Over breakfast she reminded the kids that she’d be home late tonight. Both of them looked puzzled until she said something like, “you remember, Mommy has a big dinner meeting tonight for work”.

Being kids, they both just said, “oh yeah, we forgot”.

I’m now at work trying to focus on work instead of what she’ll be doing later but it’s tough because whenever I even think about it my stiff cock gives my thoughts away. I’m trying to focus on that part, my arousal and excitement at her doing this instead of the misgivings that I also feel. For now the excitement far outweighs the misgivings.

What a night! She came home just before 1am and one look at her told me all I needed to know. I did manage not to masturbate but by the time she did get home I thought my cock would burst at times!

I don’t have all the details yet since she’s still asleep but I did hear about a very nice dinner and that she was very worked up by the time they went up to their room. He had splurged out for a room in a nice hotel rather than a cheapie motel and they had dinner in the hotel’s restaurant beforehand. All I know for sure is that they fucked for a long time and he came twice in her before she came home to me. Wet would be the understatement of the year to describe what I found under her panties and, I have to say, the moment of kneeling between her legs staring at her well-used pussy was only surpassed by the feeling of entering that well-used pussy. It wasn’t so much creamy as incredibly wet. Most arousing to me was that the more we fucked the wetter she got and the deeper I went, she became wetter still! She was a little embarrassed at how we sounded, squishing and slurping but I was totally into it. It was while we were fucking that she told me he’d cum twice in her.

That was it, just the thought of them being intimate together not more than an hour or so earlier and looking down to see this frothy sheen covering us, that was it and I let loose in her like my cock was a fire-hose! I still get a little angst thinking about it all right now but that is so far outweighed by how turned on I still am. Part of me feels like having her again right now.

I’m sure I’ll hear from her when she wakes up later but right now at 7:15am, it’s totally silent in our house. The kids are on half-term break and are sleeping in; Suzanna’s told me that she’ll also be going in late today. Apparently she’d planned this too but kept that from me till last night.

She told me how they had a drink at the bar in the hotel before going to dinner and that he kissed her then. I don’t know but kissing goes both ways for me; during the passion of sex, I’m very okay with the idea as it heightens my thoughts of her desires but hearing them kissing in the bar before dinner, gives me that same angst that keeps me on edge.

She told me how they shared a bottle of wine over dinner and then went back to his room for dessert. After another drink from the in-room bar she said she went to the bathroom to get washed and to change into the sexy stuff she’d brought; I don’t think Peter knew she was changing.

I asked her if that was when she put in her diaphragm. She looked at me for a second as if she may have realized that that thought aroused me and she said that she didn’t do it then but that she put her dress back on over the sexy undies and then went back out.

She said they kissed for a while on the bed and Peter gradually undid her dress and slowly removed it. She said he’d found her weakness, kissing her neck just between where her collarbones meet; that makes her melt and is like the spigot for her pussy.

I don’t remember all the details but at some point they were down to their underwear, she in her lacy bra and panties and him in his boxers. She said they got into a 69 and then I understood why she waited on the diaphragm as she let him go down on her! Damn if that didn’t turn me on thinking about that, his tongue in her pussy, and she told me how she could taste how turned on he was from all the pre-cum that was coating his cock.

It was when he turned back around and started rubbing against her pussy that she said she needed to, “take care of something, (her code for needing to put in her diaphragm). I wanted to hear what she did; did she go into the bathroom or has she become so comfortable with him to do it in front of him. So I asked, “did you run to the bathroom?”

She said, “no, I just told him to turn away for a second”.

Damn if that thought and scene didn’t make me throb. I don’t know why but picturing her at the edge of the bed preparing herself for his cock was enough to make me dribble pre-cum of my own.

I asked her at one point what was going through her mind and she said she really couldn’t think of what she was thinking other than just really wanting him in her!

It’s 48 hours later and still just thinking about it is such a turn-on. She told me during sex how they changed positions, how she felt so open and exposed to him when she knelt on the bed and he was behind her.

I will admit to getting a knot in my stomach when she tells me how she held him tightly as he came inside her and she followed right behind. I guess somehow I’m still not comfortable with that level of their emotions together, how she held him tightly as she came on his cock. It also doesn’t help me that she uses the word ‘love’ a lot in her descriptions and how she’s told me how during her orgasms she’ll tell him that she loves him. I know from when we first started dating and she’d say that to me even when we were just starting out, how her therapist after her divorce explained to her that she can use that word to describe her feelings of something other than the emotional love for another person. It just hurts to hear her tell me that she would tell him that while they’re fucking even though I would have expected her to say it. It gives me pause to think of how I’d be if I were there watching and heard her exclaim that as he’s orgasming underneath or on top of him.

She’s promised me a ‘quickie’ tonight before bed.

Suzanna’s been just incredibly turned on since last week and we’ve talked about many things. She said she liked being out with Peter for a while before just having sex with him and that she liked hanging out with him; she hoped that maybe one day I’d join them. She quickly added, “having drinks, that is and hanging out, I didn’t mean...”

I laughed and told her I understood then I asked about his wife and family but she didn’t really answer much to that question.

Finally yesterday night she asked me what I felt about what she’d done. I mean we’d talked but she never really asked me how I felt about it other than to make sure I was okay with her and us. I told her that honestly it turned me on to think of her out on a date; that I pictured her kissing him and then turning passionate in bed.

Every time I look down at her under me while we’re having sex it turns me on to think of it being Peter instead of me, wondering how she looks under him, wondering how she feels with him inside her, wondering if she’s grabbing his cock with her pussy. So, I told her that. She smiled and just rolled on top of me and kissed me passionately after I said that to her. She then asked me flat out if I checked the bathroom every morning for her diaphragm being there. I couldn’t lie to her and said that I did.

At that moment she knew that I’d known she was fucking him when she hadn’t told me and she also knew it turned me on but I’d never said anything to her. Before she could say anything else I added that it turned me on to think of her doing it with him after work.

I felt so close to her and that at that moment, I just felt safe telling her everything so I said, “of course, if it was at lunch that you two...” and then I said really fast, “that would be so hot, his stuff in you all afternoon at work!”.

She just smiled at me and said that she’d let me wonder about that for a little while! As if she was teasing me with not telling me.

Well, that really led to a hot time in bed. My god can she fuck when she’s really horny. She saw me watching her put in her diaphragm; she’s not shy with me, sometimes she lets me put it in. I asked her again whether she’d let Peter watch and this time she answered, “Yes, he was in the bathroom and I asked him to bring it out”. She paused for a second and then looked at me and said, “it turns you on to think of him watching me like you are now, doesn’t it?” The huge hard-on sticking out of my boxers answered her question.

It was wild - she wanted everything and she got most of it! By the time she climaxed for the last time, I wasn’t far behind.

As we lay there I asked her if she knew if she was going to see him this week and her answer was a very casual and confident, “I hope so,” adding, “that’s assuming you are okay with it. Are you?” With that I got the most sensually arousing kiss from her and when we finally broke the kiss I just said, “yes, it’s okay”. I rolled up on one elbow and started to play with her and ran my fingers down to her wet pussy. She just looked up at me and said she loved me. So I guess I’ll keep watching the bathroom drawer and see what the week brings.

That didn’t take long. I checked and her diaphragm was missing this morning.

I thought she’d had enough on Sunday night as last night she’d said she was a bit tired and she turned in early.

I don’t know how I’ll handle this, it’s lunchtime and I just called her at her desk at work and there’s no answer. I’m now stuck here at my desk with a huge hard-on thinking of her maybe having a quickie with Peter right now!!

She first told me last week that she’d been in the bathroom when she put in her diaphragm but now she’s changed that part of the story to him giving it to her and her putting it in while she was in the room with him. I’m not sure why I’m so pre-occupied and aware of this diaphragm thing. I guess to me that’s something I’d always considered to be more private and personal. To be honest about it I’m a little surprised that she was that comfortable putting it in with him right there with her but I guess as they’ve already had sex like 4 or 5 times already maybe she’s reached a point where she’s just that comfortable with him already! Now if she ever tells me she let him put it in, well, that’d really put me over the edge.

The diaphragm re-appeared after she got ready for bed. I opened the drawer a little when I was brushing my teeth and there it was. I didn’t say anything to her though, it was kind of hectic tonight with the kids starting school tomorrow morning. She went to bed early and I’m following shortly.

I’m not sure what I should do, if I should do anything. I mean, so what if she’s having a quickie with Peter. Given how crazy it was here tonight, I don’t think I even blame her at all. I’m figuring/hoping that when we’re in bed tomorrow night maybe she’ll “fess-up” about today. I mean, she must know I know what she’s doing. Maybe she’s just faking me out and putting it in her purse and then putting it back later on who knows? I guess, if I never hear about it, then maybe that’s when I should start worrying.

I do need to push her on the issue of his wife and kids. But if it’s just an afternoon quickie, I don’t know. I mean I guess our own afternoon-ers from way back when we worked together did lead to us getting together but on the other hand, I just don’t see it as there’s more to her than just satisfying furtive sex in the afternoon.

I do have some concerns mainly because it’s now Thursday morning and she hasn’t mentioned anything about last Tuesday but that’s all. With the kids going back to school and her about to get her period, it’s going to be a challenge for me to get another romp with her. She just left for work and her diaphragm is still in the bathroom drawer so Peter’s not getting anything either.

I’ll try to bring up Tuesday and Peter somehow later when we’re in bed and see both if it gets her turned on or aroused and to hear what she says.

In the meanwhile, it is such a wild feeling to see her doing whatever, in the shower, getting changed, even just sitting having a cup of coffee; it is just so crazy knowing she’s been fucking another guy. I can’t explain it other than it has really made me realize just how great she is and I feel the same back from her, she’s actually a bit warmer of a person in the past few weeks, especially with me, or so it seems.

Over two nights we talked about a lot of things. One major area was where her heart and her head are at regarding Peter; another thing was my meeting him and the last topic was regarding his wife and family.

Last thing first; she didn’t even remember the part of the conversation where I asked about his wife and family so I reminded her and then she remembered. She said she didn’t reply to me because it wasn’t an issue. The week they were away, the week Suzanna and Peter went on their ‘date’, was, according to Suzanna, just that; there was nothing more to it. She told me that Peter has told her on many occasions that his wife and his family would always come before her and then she looked at me and said that the same went for her; that we, me and our kids, would always come first.

Then she reminded me how it was me who pursued this with her. Iit was me who pushed her to have sex with other guys; it was me who packed her ‘care package’ into her suitcase for her trip to Boston; it was me who pushed her to let herself go. She then told me how she felt it was a bit inappropriate for me to be asking her to put the reins on now and, she emphasized, “Especially since there’s nothing more to it”. I asked what Peter was telling his wife about their meetings and Suzanna looked at me and asked what I was talking about. At that point I just told her that I’d been keeping track of her diaphragm in the mornings. She seemed a bit miffed about that but recalled that I had mentioned it and she just said to me that aside of their date and the 2 times they’d gone out after drinks after work that they’d only had sex 2 other times. She looked a bit embarrassed when she told me that, “they were just quickies” and that she felt so energized and invigorated that she felt like she was back in high-school again messing around in the back seat of her van or in a quiet park. But she told me point blank that there was nothing more to it and that I was getting upset and concerned for nothing.

When it came to the question of my meeting Peter and of him knowing that I know what’s going on between them, she was very calm about it and said that the 3 of us can certainly meet but that she’d rather be in the bathroom or somewhere else when I told Peter that I knew. She just felt she’d feel awkward about having deceived Peter when she’s been telling him that she’s sneaking around on me when she’s really not. She felt that part of the meeting would be very awkward for her. I told her that I really wanted to talk to Peter and understand his intentions and desires but she kept on insisting that there aren’t any on his part. She said, “he just likes fucking me, that’s really all it is to it”.

I had to think for a minute on that because if I had some hot little woman at work who was happy for me to give her a quickie I don’t know that I’d really be wanting more than that either. No matter, I told her that since this was going on for so long now that I felt it’d be better if we could bring everything out in the open so they wouldn’t have to feel like they’re sneaking around so much and so I could be more comfortable with how they are together and what they’re feeling.

That brought us to the most difficult part of the conversation for she did say that she was developing feelings for Peter but she quickly cautioned me that she’s not falling in love with him and certainly has no thoughts or even fleeting ideas of leaving me and running off with him. As she put it, “why would I want that?”. She said she’s already got the best of both worlds, me as her loving husband and Peter as her lover, “Why would I want to upset any of that?”

I told her that I just felt she was getting too close to him emotionally and physically. She didn’t see it until I brought up the whole diaphragm thing when they were in the hotel. I told her that it’d taken years before she’d even masturbate in front of me and that it was years more before she was comfortable with the whole birth-control thing and letting me watch or be a part of her putting in her diaphragm. I basically told her that with Peter, she’s eliminated years of time and I felt that sharing all that with him so fast gave me a lot of reasons for concern. I just told her that her sitting there on the bed putting in her diaphragm while he watched was just too personal and too close for me. While maybe that specific act wasn’t something so terrible the fact that it happened so quickly and that she felt so at ease doing it with him there made me concerned.

She then told me her side that she felt a close connection to Peter and she looked at me and just said, “What do you think, he’s seen me naked and has had sex with me multiple times;- it just felt okay to me to share that part of our night together.” She quickly added that it was just part of that whole fairy-tale night and she said that she felt very close and comfortable with him.

I asked her if she loved him and she said, “in a way, yes” and she proceeded to tell me some stuff of how her feeling good about him really enhanced their sex together. She asked me, “how else do you think I can just have a quickie with him? I don’t just spread my legs for just anyone”. She told me again how, yes, during the height of passion she does tell him she loves him but she turned to me and just said, “It’s not the same kind of love I feel with you”. She continued that it’s not something she feels I or we need to worry ourselves about.

I asked her if she was interested in any other guys; I told her that I felt it might ease the attraction she has with Peter and would possibly make me feel better about things. She said again that she can’t (and she used that word, cannot) just fuck anyone and she didn’t feel comfortable with herself if she suddenly became promiscuous. Plus, she felt safe with Peter inasmuch that this is new to him too. She felt he was safe health-wise too and that let her be more at ease with him.

She asked me that if it weren’t for my concerns about her emotions and our family, whether I would have any issues about her and Peter continuing to have some fun. I told her that I felt that if their fun continued that, while things are okay now, that they could spiral out of control quickly if either of them began to feel more about each other or want more from each other. She said I was being silly and that, again, I had nothing to worry about and that she was just enjoying herself in a way that I had told her to.

As a by-the-way, she did tell me about her time with Peter last Tuesday while we were having sex Friday night. She brought it up as part of foreplay and, wow, just the way she said it whispering in my ear, “Peter and I were together on Tuesday you know...” Damn she knew right away that it turned me on because she felt my cock harden up like crazy. I asked her where they’d gone and she said that they’d taken a ride in her van to a nearby park where she’d moved to the back-seat and let Peter go down on her first before they fucked in the back-seat! My god, it was like the on-switch for me as my cock start throbbing in her as she told me that.

It was after that fuck that I brought up the diaphragm thing and she said that also on Tuesday, in the back of the van, she’d let him watch her put it in before they fucked. She told me she’d even let him put the applicator full of contraceptive jelly into her after she’d put the diaphragm in. She told me that she just felt so at ease with him doing that - that when they had sex after that, how they felt very close. But she swears that it’s just for the moment and it is not something that I or we need to be concerned about.