The Three of Us - an Unlikely Romance that Becomes True

I met my wife in graduate school. She was one of the smartest and sweetest Asian American girls on campus. At 5'5" with a small frame and beautiful smile, she's exactly "my cup of tea". I fell in love with her almost at first sight. And I am fortunate to have witnessed her to become curvier and sexier since we met. She's like a flower blooming slowly and surely even in her early 30's. I, on the other hand, have been a well-behaving Jewish boy since I was born. Many people I know say I am "cute". I interpret the compliment as "you look young". Yes, that's true, even at the age of 35 as a married man, I still keep my "boyish" features, partly because of genetics and partly because I have been living a simple life so far. By genetics, first I am not a big guy by any measure. At 5'7", 135lbs, I work out to keep reasonably muscular but I have never had a "hard body" either, and secondly, I don't have a lot of facial hair and only some hair on the limbs and chest and you know where... My wife and I started dating when we were in graduate school and got married soon after we graduated. We work for the same company. She's a scientist and I work in corporate finance. We love each other. Life is good.

When it comes to sex life, I don't have any complaint either. We are still young and we are in love, so it doesn't take a lot "effort" to keep us both satisfied. I am not embarrassed to say it on here that I am not well-endowed, but I used to be haunted by it growing up. I hated gym and the post-gym showering where everyone can see your thing. Fortunately, that was just a brief period of my life. Now I am a happily married man. My petite wife is compatible with me in the bedroom. It's not that she is made for smaller penises but rather she happens to be the type of woman that can easily get an orgasm. (Later on I learned that a woman like her can be called "highly orgasamistic"?). I haven't learned a whole lot of sex techniques and I don't feel the need to. We sweet talk, we kiss, and I lick her neck, suck her nipples, sometimes we briefly go down on each other and most of the time we don't "have to" as we are both ready before that. I am rock hard and she's wet. We go at it. She's warm and tight, cums at least twice every time we have sex, and the tender tight grip with her generous creamy juice is enough to send me over the edge...

I have one secrete from her though. I watch porn. The porn I like most are: 1) pussy fucking. The straight close-ups of how a big fat cock entering a pussy and how a tight pussy being stretched and how it wrapping up the cock... 2) Glory hole. Believe it or not, guys giving BJ at a glory hole especially turns me on. The passion to the cock demonstrated by the guy on one side and the satisfaction the guy on the other side gains from it both intrigue me. I occasionally watch some cuckolding porn, but I can rarely find any I really like. The focus of BBC of most of them and the obvious made up scenes are NOT "my cup of tea". Other than this little secrete, I am an open book to my wife, and I have assumed that she is to me too. But that has changed recently. What I am about to tell you is not your typical cuckolding story. Stay with me if you will. I am a slow writer so you need to be patient. But I am determined to complete the story. Your comments are welcome always. (To be continued)

As someone who's life changed a bit recently due to something I think you are about to write about I will be patiently awaiting your updates. Thanks for sharing- im intrigued .

Typically scientist are pretty open minded ... so, I would just be honest with her. Approach the topic as a mutual fantasy sharing time. I wouldn't mention the gloryhole thing at first though. Pay attention to her facial reactions and to what she says.

Good Luck!!

Linda and I don't have much business travel to do. The kinds of job we have are often times in-house, and not exactly the 9-5 kind of job but not too far off either. Other than the planned vacations for which we always travel together, only occasionally do we have to go somewhere by ourselves for work and usually it would be for a professional conference. However, little did I know that it's just one of these rare conferences that would rock our world and change our lives.

On this unusually hot summer day, Linda was going to present in a scientific conference in a city about a two hour drive away from home. It was a 3-day event and Linda was going to stay for two nights in the hotel where the conference was held. Before we kissed goodbye, she jokingly said to me: "You behave while I am away, Mister. Don't you get naughty. You'd be in big trouble if I catch you!"

"You know me. I'm not afraid of boosting your ego but you are honestly the best I could possibly get. And I am an open book to you..." I replied. (Oh Adam, you liar! What about the disgusting porn you are watching?)

"OK! I'll take that. Do you have anything to say to me? I'll be among many men for the next three days you know." She's really a teaser this morning.

"Well, what are you gonna do? Run away with a handsome prince on a big horse?" (OMG why did I say that? "a big horse"? )

"Haha, maybe, but jokes aside, don't worry honey. I'll be among a group of scientists. I've been working with them for many years. I respect them professionally but they are really not my type for a romance. That's why I chose you!"

With that, off she went. As always, we kept close contact while one of us is away from home. By mid-day, she texted me a picture of her in formal attire ready to do the presentation. She looks gorgeous. The small waist, naturally protruding breasts, and a killer ass. She's on heels and standing in such an elegant stance. Her naturally tanned skin tone coupled with this sweetest smile just melt my heart. We chatted on the phone in the evening, the usual small talks. Then she told me that tomorrow she'd be busier since she'd have a group dinner with colleagues and be at poster sessions after dinner. And so it happened that the next day I was busy at work as well and we didn't connect much until the evening when she texted me another picture of her and her colleagues at the dinner table. She's right. Most of that group of people were guys. There's this one man sitting next to Linda that did catch my eyes. He stood out by a bright smile and this care free air and he's good-looking. I remember I said to myself "hmmm. That's a handsome man".

When Linda got home the next day, it was late in the afternoon. I took some time off from work and got home early so I could prepare the dinner for us. I lit up some candles, put on some music and poured us two glasses of wine, and called her in the dining room. Linda looked a bit tired, which of course was understandable. She sat down, looked at the wine, and said "Oh al cohol. We really should stay away from it. Doesn't do you good." al cohol? Honey, it's just some wine!" I laughed. She forc ed a smile and said "Yes. You are right." So we raised our glasses and I welcomed her home. Oh, my precious beautiful wife! How nice to have her all to me again!

Guess what happened next? Of course! I was on fire. After checking out those pictures she sent me over the past couple of days, I couldn't wait to get to that body wrapped under. Then, I noticed something strange. She's a little slow in warming up. Her lips were hesitant when she kissed me back. When I reached down to her pussy, it's not as wet as I'd expected her to be. So I moved down and spread her legs wide apart. What a beautiful pussy she has! She's not shaving but she's pretty much smooth down there naturally except some soft hair on the top between her thighs. Her pussy lips slightly extends out, just good for a bit of gentle sucking which would drive her crazy. The tiny fuckhole is hidden down there waiting to be explored. It feels like it has its own mind and right now it looks so vulnerable. I started licking her, from the outer layer to the slightly protruding lips and on to her clit. She got wetter and started moaning. Then suddenly I saw her pussy was quivering, but it's not that she's cumming already. If it was I'd know. It felt like she was suddenly tensed up. "Honey, what's wrong?" I asked. "Nothing. Put it in, Adam. I want you to be inside me." is her reply. So I did. Oh, my heaven again. The gentle caressing of her warm and tight canal! I almost cum right there. "Not so fast, Adam! Enjoy this a bit more." I told myself. I paused to calm myself down before starting to push in and out with passion. There's something strange, again. I felt that Linda was not as "involved" as she usually was. As a matter of fact, instead of getting wetter as she always would, she's losing the momentum as I went. Where's my orgasamistic wife gone? "Honey, are you stressed or something?" I asked. "Oh no Adam. I guess I'll just need to relax a little". With that, she tried to relax, but it's not the kind of relax I liked. She's losing the grip and became too wide for my small penis to enjoy. Hard as I tried, I couldn't reach my orgasm, and she didn't get hers either. It failed! It's the first time EVER since we met each other. I was confused and frustrated. I pulled off and forc ed a smile,

"I am sorry. I must've missed you too much. You know how sometimes when you so want something and when you finally get it you can't really enjoy it...".

But wait, Linda is crying. "No, Adam. It's me. I did something terrible and I am sorry."

"What, honey. What is it? Oh, please don't cry. Tell me."

"I...I...had an affair..."

"You what? What kind of affair? You... fucked another man?" Silence. That's all I needed to hear. It explained so much of what went on just now. I felt like I was fainting. It's weird that first thing that came to my mind was the gym showers back in the days when I wanted to hide and look at other boys' manhood enviously knowing I'd never be like them no matter how hard I try.

"It's that guy, the one sitting next to you at the dinner, isn't it?" I asked.

Linda looked a bit surprised. Then she silently nodded.

OMG! I stormed out of the bedroom butt naked. I felt so insecure and humiliated and couldn't stand being at her side right then. "Wait, Adam. It meant nothing to me. It's just a one night stand. I was a little *****. So was he. It won't happen again. I promise...".

"Leave me alone, please!" I cried from the other room. I felt like a ***** whose favorite toy was grabbed away. Nothing can console me for that loss.

For three days, I couldn't talk to Linda. It's a torturous three long days for us both. Linda's guilt was written all over her face and I knew for a fact that she was experiencing an ordeal she had never before. As for me, when the anger faded away a bit with time, I started asking myself questions like "What next? Will we drift apart because of this?" "Does she still love me? It feels like she does. But CAN she love me as she did before?". The image of her being with that handsome man starts really haunting me. He looks like a player. He must really know how to please a woman. Judging from his physical features, he must have a bigger dick. Oh who I am kidding? How many adult guys have a smaller penis than mine? Being Linda, how many orgasms he brought out of her? Did she wrap her legs around his back and let him fuck her with no mercy? Did she try positions we have never tried before? Did he kiss her in the mouth? Did he win her heart over?... OMG, I really don't know that even if she could love me as she did before, if I could love her as I did with those images constantly on my mind? I locked myself in the study and started crying. Half an hour later, I came out of the study and went to the bedroom where Linda was. I said, "Linda, I want to talk. Can we talk?"

"Of course, honey. Look, I am sorry..."

I motioned her to stop. "This is where I am. I have given it some thought (OK, a lot). I believe you when you say you still love me even after this ... incident. I love you too, and I want to get over it so we can get back to what we used to have. To achieve that goal, I need you to tell me what really happened, in detail. I know it sounds weird. I am not a pervert but I need an honest account of what happened between you and him. I don't want to leave anything to my own imagination. That would not help me get over it. I could become too "creative" in imagining what it was like and eventually that imagination would consume me and ruin our marriage. Does that make sense to you?"

Linda listened quietly and nodded after a bit of pause. So she started telling me that affair she had. It was a difficult conversation. Despite her commitment to tell the truth "in detail", she voluntarily or sub-consciously tried to skip those details, but I persisted on asking her to elaborate every detail. And here's the version I finally pinned together through a two hour narrative about a one hour affair. (To be continued)

It turned out that Linda's presentation was a great success. She instantly became the "star" in a men filled conference. Many people came over to chat and hand her their cards, and she enjoyed the "three-minute sensation" while it lasted. Just when she was going to leave the conference room, a man came by and extended his hand, "Hi Linda, Brian from Venture Equipment. How are you?" Linda automatically reached out and shook his hands. This is a tall man, probably 6'2" and very well dressed. "Oh, a salesman." Linda said to herself. With some brochures in his hands, obviously he was going to make some sales pitch. "I know you want to leave, so I'll keep it brief." Brian said, with a charming smile. "Perfect teeth." Linda chuckled secretly. Then off he started. God, he's a smooth talker! Linda pretended to listen attentively but after the presentation and answering so many questions, she's tired and could really use a break. Her mind started wondering. She's checking him out – in her words just to "kill time" or "to get through this". He's probably in his early 40's? It's hard to tell. He looks young and energetic but he's much more mature than a typical 30 something for sure. Maybe because of his profession? He's a handsome man, she thought. Broad shoulders, lots of muscles even through his shirt, tie and suit. Oh and those blue eyes and that killing smile! And there's something else. He's making a sales pitch but "desperate" is the last word that could be used to describe his effort. He's just so care-free and confident, and he looks at you in a way that makes it so much easier to get through the otherwise boring sales talk. He must be looking at everyone he's talking to that way, Linda thought. What a life! But 10 minutes into the talk, she senses something different in his gaze. What is that? Admiration? Adoration? Passion? Linda automatically turned away and blushed. Brian must've sensed it. He reached his hands out again, and quickly said, "I am sorry. I promised I wouldn't hold you up for too long. It's a great pleasure meeting you. Nice presentation by the way. Please check out these brochures and give me a call if your lab needs anything..." Before she could respond properly, he turned around and started leaving. Linda looked at his back and for a minute fell into some sort of meditation, which she didn't know what it was about. Then all of a sudden, he turned around and stared into her eyes and smiled. Linda blushed again, and quickly smiled back and turned around.


The next day's group dinner was a gathering of colleagues from Linda's company. There were about 10 of them and gathered at the restaurant on the first floor of the hotel. Just after Linda sat down, a few more guys came in. Wait, is that...? Oh sure enough. That's the Brian the salesman. What's he doing here? "Hey, Linda! It's great to see you again!" Oh, that smile. "I happen to know some of your colleagues and they invited me over so I could make more of my sales pitch", he said sarcastically. Linda smiled back while he sat down next to her as it's a designated seat for him. The dinner turned out a lot of fun, thanks to the smooth talking Brian. He cracked a million jokes, and got everyone take one or two more drin ks than they usually would. So did Linda. Approaching the end of the dinner, "alc ohol" showed up on her face and she felt a little dizzy or giddy. Just then, Brian turned to her, "Linda, listen, May I please present further to you the new equipment I mentioned later? " "Oh sure." Linda answered automatically (What equipment?). It's no time to do that now obviously. Bill's been paid and some people were yawning after a long day. Brian stood up ready to leave. At his height, when he stood up while Linda was sitting, his crotch was right below her eye level. She just couldn't help taking notes of what she saw – a spectacular bulge through his tailored suit pants. Was she staring? Just for a second, she moved her eyes away and looked up. But it's too late. Brian is smiling at her subtly but sure knowingly. Oh, Linda is kicking herself inside. But it's not a smile of mocking but rather a "I understand and I will never tell anyone about it" kind of smile. At least that's how she interpreted it.


Linda went back to her room, quickly jumped into the shower trying to control the effort of that one more glass of wine. She had poster sessions to go to but that could be done in relatively more casual attire she figured, so she changed into a thin material made but pretty conservative skirt. Barely after she had changed, a knock on the door. Who could it be? She opened the door. It's Brian! "Oh hi – " Linda didn't hide her surprise. "Remember the equipment I said I was going to present to you?" Brian replied. "Oh, right. That's the "later" he meant, Linda thought. "Of course, come on in!" Brian sat himself down. He's more relaxed now, and his natural charm just exuded. They started talking but the talk was never about the sales. Linda got to know that Brian was a self-made man. Never a fancy college or serious academic work. He loves travel, adventures and the excitement of the challenges of making a sale to an impossible client. Then the conversation naturally went to the inconvenience frequent travel could bring to the family. Linda noticed the wedding ring on Brian's index finger. It seemed like he was reading her mind. "Oh, that. We are separated, in the process of a divorce. We are very different people after all, but seriously I don't think people like me should have a family anyway. I know what you think, but no I don't ***** around at all. As a matter of fact, I haven't been intimate with anyone for a very long time..."


With that, Linda sub-consciously moved her eyes to that bulge she observed at the dinner table. With the alc ohol still running in her system, she was less cautious than she usually is in these things. Brian caught that for sure. He parted his legs slightly to make it more obvious, and then stared into her eyes passionately. Without a word, he took her face in his hands and planned his lips on hers. She was caught by surprise but nevertheless responded automatically. Oh his kiss feels so forc eful but so sensual at the same time. She kissed him back with passion. It feels like a century before they break that kiss. Linda felt like paralyzed on the sofa when that kiss was over. Her eyes are closed but suddenly she feels warmth on her breasts. "Wait..." "What, sweetheart?" Brian raised his eyes, asking innocently, lips still on her nipples. Linda sighed, and closed her eyes again. Brian became bolder. He's kissing all over her body, paying special attention to her now erected nipples. Linda never knew there could be so many ways nipples could be played and felt good. When he finally reached to her pussy, she's already drenched, and barely before he put his mouth there, she had her first orgasm. Her pussy was contracting inv oluntarily and the love juice poured out with every contraction. Brian watched with amazement. "Oh that's beautiful!" he murmured. He sucked all her juice in his mouth and licked every corner of her pussy he could reach with passion.


He then stood up and took off his clothes. Slowly, he put his cock on her pussy to let her feel his excitement and his length. It's then that Linda suddenly realized that had never seen it yet. She opened her eyes and had a quick peek. Oh, she saw a much bigger cock than she has been used to. "I don't know, Brian..." Linda said halfheartedly. "Listen, Linda sweetheart. I know you are ready for this. And most importantly, you will enjoy it and just as I will. Now, relax and let me do my thing, and you just take the ride!" With that, he started slowly entering her. Linda felt her pussy was stretched; a new sensation for sure but he made it a tender instead of a sharp intrusion. Starting from the hole, she felt the pressure, and it took probably a minute for him to insert his dick head all in her. Pushing a little further, he's half way in. Right there, Linda had her second orgasm. It was a little noisier, and her juice became creamier. Having waited it out patiently, Brian took his cock out altogether, and pushed it back in. This time it went in much more smoother, and he pushed it all in with one thrust. Linda let out a noisy moan, and parted her legs further. Brian surely got the idea, and started ponding her, from different angles and with different ******. Linda lost count of how many orgasms she had.

After a long while, Brian moved, with his cock still inside her, to the bed. He lied down and let her straddle on him. This is not a position she's quite used to. Adam says this is too much stimulation for him and because he couldn't control the speed he'd cum too quickly so they don't try it out that much. Hot as she is now, she immediately starts moving up and down. Looking at her go, with her breasts jump up and down, and pussy juicy dripping down to his shaft as her tight grips moves up and down, Brian is in heaven. "Wait. I want you to see what I see." He suddenly sat up and pulled her up and placed her in the backward cowgirl position, and then moved to the edge of the bed and stood up. He walked over to the huge mirror on the wall, with his cock still inside her pussy. "Open your eyes and look!" There, the visual in the mirror was striking! Linda saw this gorgeously big cock stretching her pussy like never before. Her pussy lips are all "messed up". Her pussy was obviously "shocked" by this new experience but nevertheless enjoyed it immensely. With his muscular legs and arms supporting her, he's moving his cock up and down in her pussy. His big balls are bouncing up and down at the same time, with her pussy juice going down from the shaft all the way to the balls. Coupled with the moans of hers and heavy breath of his, they were both lost in it. Linda was having another orgasm. She finally let go and almost screamed "Oh, do fuck me like that! Oh please, I want more. I've never felt like this before..." (Knowing how bad she is at dirty talk, I can only believe she was speaking the truth).


Brian carried her back to the bed. "I am at your service. How do you want it to end?" He inquired half-jokingly. "How about doggie style?" he suggested. That is indeed Linda's favorite position, with me anyway. That's the position in which I can get most deeply into her. But with Brian? Linda suddenly was a little afraid. "Yes, " she said, "but not too deeply". "Oh don't you worry. You are ready for this, Linda sweetheart". With that, Brian put her on the edge of the bed, and started pounding her from the back. Waves and waves of pleasure passed through her body, and she couldn't help moaning loudly. Brian's stamina was incredible. He changed positions several times just from behind, one leg up, both legs on the edge of the bed and put Linda is different positions as well so her pussy could take it from different angles. She was un-mistakenly convinced that she'd never been fucked so thoroughly before. Then she heard Brian whispering in her ears, "Are you on the pills? Do you want me to pull out?" Linda didn't answer for just a second, and he felt Brian was pulling out. "No, cum inside me..." She suddenly said. That's enough encouragement for Brian for another round of fearless pounding before he unloaded deep inside her. The shots of streams and streams of cum brought out her last orgasm.

Both of them were exhausted. Linda lost her sense of time. She didn't remember when Brian pulled out and she just kept face down with her head buried in pillow. It's like she never wanted to face him, or the world again for that matter. Brian silently went to the bathroom and brought out two towels, one soaked in warm water and one dry. He carefully cleaned her up. Then he said quitely, "Linda. You don't have to look at me when I am talking. I want to tell you that I am not a player. There's something in you that's just too attractive for me to pass by. I tried to pull away yesterday in the conference room but I couldn't shake you off from my mind after that. It was such an amazing experience for me, and I hope you have enjoyed it too. But I don't want to change anything about your life, well, not the way you don't want me to anyway. If you so wanted, we may never see each other again. And even if we do occasionally, you can pretend not to know me. And I promise I won't bother you again, no matter how hard it will be." Linda didn't answer. "Goodbye, my dear. Whoever has you is the luckiest guy in the world." Linda heard the door opened and then closed.

...

Listening to Linda tell the story and probing for details, I was on a roller-coaster, holding back my tears and struggling with my overwhelming unspeakable mixed feelings. "Then why are you telling me this? Didn't you mean to do what he told you to do – to never see him again?"

"Yes yes yes. But it's the guilt I am struggling with drove me to. I thought I could pretend nothing had happened but I guess I wasn't doing a good job. You sensed there was something wrong, didn't you?"

"OK. So you enjoyed the sex with him." I was almost crying. "After that, can you still enjoy me?"

"Of course, honey. It's just a one-time thing. We are fine. And we have much more than just sex..."

So is that it? We will need to use "other things" to make up the deficiencies of our sex life from now on?

"I heard women are not like men. They cannot separate physical love with their heart. Did you love him when you had sex with him?"

"No... It's not love. It's lust. I admit I wanted to hold him tight when it felt so good, but being a scientist, I could never love someone I don't really know. It's not in my genes. Besides, I do know him a little, and I could never see a future with him. He's coming from such a different background and with such a different vision of life than mine. Unless I am looking for a disaster, I will never "run away" with him. You have to trust me, honey. It's not so much to save your feelings but rather to serve my interests."

I paused for a moment. "Tell you what, I want to see him."

"But why? Don't you trust me?"

"I do trust you. I don't trust myself that I won't keep imagining he's a perfect guy that would take hold of corner in your heart forever. I need to know him, see him with my eyes and talk to him. I want to personally find some imperfections of his so I can take mental notes to know myself that he's not good enough for you. I need that closure to really move on..."

Linda sighed. "I think that's something we could arrange", she finally said.

(to be continued)

I think my story may be too "vanilla" for some of the seasoned posters or long time cuckolding practitioners to get many comments. That's fine. But if you have the same taste as mine, please chime in and leave a comment so I could judge if there's an audience of my story on this site and decide whether I should continue posting

I don't see it as too vanilla. It seems to me to be a story which is quite honest and refreshing. Continue and all we see the conflict to come.

Great post testing!
Win some...
Lose some...
Few are rained out

The first thing you need to accept is, it's just sex. She's not planning to dump you and run off with this guy, she's just fucking him, a natural turn of events, we all fuck. Relax and enjoy it, the cuckolding will intensify if that's what you want, you'll both enjoy it! Keep us informed.

In my mind and in my experience, love and sex are inseparable for most "common couples", and for those deeply in love in particular. Love can hurt and sex is often the tool to hurt. The problem is that no matter in what kind of 2 people world, rarely every sexual need of both parties can be fully satisfied, not in the long run. However, unlike many other things or like many other things, there is a solution out there - it is fixable. Not an easy fix to find and accept, but there's a fix. Through this story, I am trying to describe the difficult journey to find that fix. It is painful, and with a lot of unexpected twists and turns. And there's a lot of soul searching as well as exploration in the sex world.

To be honest, I was expecting more comments than what I have received so far. I thought many of you might've gone through a similar process to be where you are, or some of you are still struggling. Or maybe I am wrong (I have a hard time reading the overall composition of the posters here)... I will find time to continue my story even for a few of you lurkers out there to enjoy, to relate and to reflect. Thanks.

Testing- dont be discouraged. This site is what it is. There are some supportive folks here with real life experience but most are lurkers, pic/vid collectors and fantasizers. Let's face it- lots of great jerk off material here. It does seem the recent censorship drama has cost CP some of it's more vocal members and that is a shame. I have been a member here since 2006. Over the years I have chimed in on a few subjects and added my own life stories on a few occasions. I recently posted a very real story about recent events in my own life related to my wife having an affair. The truth was painful and becoming a cuckold in that way was not exactly how I had imagined it in fantasy. But as many have said "fantasy and reality are two very different things". That said, my post has been read over 700 times and only one person has responded publically with any thoughts, advise or encouragement. Another person who I reached out to privately also took the time to write me back and offer her advise. I am trying not to be discouraged by the lack of response. My wife knows I posted here. I was hoping to have an entire thread to share with her sometime soon with the thoughts of those who responded- and I will even if no one else chimes in. I guess at the end of the day it was good for me to put things down in words regardless of the response I get here. Hope you continue.

ikitkinke, thanks so much for the encouraging words! Come to think of it, I am guilty of not reading other posters' stories carefully too. Since so many of them are focusing on BBC and *********** side of the lifestyle, which is really not my taste, it takes some work to find the stories I can really relate to and sometimes I get lazy. I suppose that could be what's happening too with my story here. Like you said, maybe we shouldn't care who are reading our stories and who are commenting or not commenting on them. Putting it on paper is good for ourselves first and foremost, and I am sure they can entertain at least some no matter how few that some could be.

Hey Testing, I'm loving this and can't wait for more. Thanks for your hard work.

"Adam, I have the info here where he will be in two weeks. But... what are you going to do when you see him? Will you confront him and let everyone know that your wife had an affair with him?" Asked Linda quietly but concerned.

"No. That's not what I plan to do at all. Chances are he won't even know my true identity. I will find a chance to know him, watch him in close-range and maybe chat with him for a while. Everyone has weaknesses. I need to find those in him. I know you have told YOUR whole story about him, but he sounds fictional, and too good to be true... Maybe your judgment has been clouded." I said unkindly.

The two weeks leading up to that meeting was – tricky. There was a lot of second-guessing between Linda and I. We avoided topics that were remotely related to relationships, marriage, flirting, anything about physical/sex, and even business travel. Brian was definitely a taboo word in the household. We did try to have sex a couple of times and it was – well, awkward.

The day has come finally. I am driving to the same city where Linda attended her conference. There is a product exhibition (or something like that) in a different hotel of that city. According to the meeting attendee list Linda obtained, Brian will be there. I booked the hotel for a day but took a couple of more days off, just in case I don't get to meet him the first day so I could extend my stay. I am determined to break that perfect image of this guy in my mind that bothers me immensely.

I arrived at the exhibition late in the afternoon, just as they were wrapping up for the day. It's a huge room and I wandered around to find the booth of Brian's company. There it is, and there he is! He's exactly as what I saw in the picture, same tailored suit, confident expression, charming smile and all... He looks like a diligent worker, busy with talking to people, arranging stuff and looking up info on the computer etc. I looked him from afar for a while and retreated back to the lobby of the hotel. From here, I will wait for him to come back. I have all the time, the patience, and the determination.

It's a long wait, but I am not doing anything not even checking my phone. All I do is staring at the entrance of the hotel, like a hunter waiting for their games. And I suddenly realize that I am actually quite excited about this adventure. I am going to get to know this man, a man who has captured my dear wife with his manly charm and a supposedly magnificent cock, both of which I am lacking and unlikely to obtain ever. Somehow, I am feeling that through this meeting I could more or less re-live that private moment of Linda's with her, when I was 100% out of her life (she probably even forgot she's a married woman as she let him cum inside her). My heart started aching again. Why did she do this me? Does that mean she had fantasized a different man and a bigger cock for a long time before she finally did it? Wasn't she not faithful to me in her mind for a long time then? Then it dawns to me – what about you Adam? When you watch those porn videos, don't you have your fantasies? You just weren't lucky enough to find the right opportunities and right person to act on your fantasies? Are you more faithful to her than she is to you?

It's past 9. I should be starving but I am not. Just then, I saw Brian coming through the hotel entrance. He's alone (Oh I am luck!) and he's heading to the bar directly. I followed. He sat down and I first peeked his hands. No ring. OK his divorce must be finalized. It reminded me that I should take off my ring to avoid a possible topic of my marriage which is just too painful for me. So I did. I approached the bar and sat right next to him, pretending I was in a hurry and didn't pay attention to my surroundings. I peeked what he had ordered. Bourbon neat. Not my kind of dri nk, but what the heck. I need to "make an impression" and common dri nks may just be that icebreaker. Hearing me call out "Bourbon neat", he raised his eyes. He smiled and joked, "Can I check your ID please?" I know he was joking about my "cuteness". I blushed. Then he quickly retracted his comment, "Sorry man. That was off base. Bad joke." His eyes are sparkled with warmth and friendliness, making it impossible to hold grudge over that "bad joke". Besides, isn't this the icebreaker I need? So I took it over and told him "No worries. I get that a lot, which is why I am having Bourbon neat – to make a point!" He laughed and so did I (Could he tell that I was faking?). And that's how the chat got started.

From what I have seen so far, I really can't find any "weakness" in his physical appearance or manners. He's impeccable. And as a matter of fact, I might've been won over by his charm completely had I not been in this particular circumstance. We chatted on a wide variety of topics. He may be a "self-made" man but he's also knowledgeable and thoughtful. Having travelled all around the world, he has a million anecdotes to entertain his audience, but he's not arrogant or mean either. He's actually a good listener when I was talking about the neighborhood I grew up in and my knowledge and experience in finance. He asked thoughtful questions to encourage me to keep on talking. He's just an all-around good sport. After two dri nks and no idea how much time, I got "nothing". On the one hand, I couldn't help enjoying the talks and time we were having together, and on the other I was saying to myself "This is a bad idea, Adam. He's just a better man than you are. Wouldn't you love him or at least let him have his way with you if you were in Linda's position?" That thought depressed me into a gloomy silence. And Brian noticed. "Buddy, I think we should call it a night." I left my chair but couldn't feel the floor. "Oh be careful!" Brian's firm hands held me steady. "Don't worry. Tell me what room. I'll send you up. You will be fine". With that, we left the bar.

As soon as we got to my room, Brian sat me on one of the sofa chair, and started brewing a couple of lemon tea. It's obvious that he's experienced in these kinds of things and is used to helping people in similar situations. He handed me the tea, and sat at the bedside across and watched me ***** it. "Feeling better?" He asked. I nodded. "OK then. Keep the bottle water at the bedside. You will need it. I am taking off." He stood up, looking at me inquiringly. What did I see? The bulge right there as Linda saw and described, the first evil sight that "took away" my wife. I stared at it, and my tears suddenly poured down like crazy. I was miserable. "Hey hey hey, what's wrong buddy?" I couldn't speak. I just kept staring and weeping. "Hey, Adam," Brian finally said, "Listen, I know what you want. I've got that from more than one guy through the years, and I did experiment when I was young. So if you really want it, I'll let you." What??? It took me a minute to truly understand what he was saying. Of course, who wouldn't come to the same conclusion by observing what I was doing? I wanted to say "Fuck no! That's not what I meant." But the thought of seeing his cock with my own eyes fascinated me. Yes, I want to see it and I want to feel the "magic" of it. So I stopped crying, and without a word, carefully used my hands to feel his cock through his pants. It's a solid existence for sure, and I have a burning desire to see it. He's reading my mind. He unbuckled and let his pants drop on the floor. The huge bulge now was protruding from his underwear. Brian chuckled, "Well, I guess they are right. You never stop learning. So, go ahead and show me what you do with a man's cock." (Bastard thinks I am gay but I have been through worse...) I slowly pulled his underwear down and exposed him. With the light from the standing lamps right behind me, I could see every detail like in daylight. It IS magnificent! While it's not fully hard yet, it had already reached a visually striking size, but it's not the length but the girth of his cock amazed me. His balls are big and low hanging but just enough not to seem droopy. It's a MAN's cock! I reached out, and gently squeezed the shaft. I feel the tender warmth, and the meaty quality of it is just incredibly arousing.

The numerous "glory hole" videos came to my mind. I had always fantasized how it was like to have a magically attractive manhood to stand there proudly and let another man worship my cock because it deserves the worshipping. Never had I thought I'd be in this situation, where I was more like on the other side of the glory hole. This is the cock that entered in my precious wife's little pussy, fucked her so thoroughly like never before, and brought her countless orgasms. Now, it's in my hand, as a favor handed to me. I felt hum iliated and excited all at the same time. What am I going to do with it? Looking back, I must've been trying to find an excuse to justify what I was about to do but I remember thinking "Linda, don't you think he fucked you because you were special. I could make him feel just as good as your pussy. Look me..." I didn't realize how much I had learned from those glory hole videos until then. I gently gave his shaft a few pulls, and then lifted it up, and planted my mouth on his big balls, and started tongue bathing his balls very thoroughly. I licked the ball sacks, and sucked his balls in my mouth, one at a time and then both in. I held his balls up with my tongue and licked him under his balls with the tip of my tongue. His cock quickly grew to the full length in my hand. The tip of his mushroom head was already glistening with pre-cum. I then moved up from his balls, and licked up from the balls all the way through the shaft and reached the end of the cockhead. I repeated the process several times, and was really taking my time. He started breathing heavily. And when I finally put his cock in my mouth, he let out a silent sigh. I started sucking him, wrapping my tongue around the shaft as much as I could. Moving my tongues around subtly, I was trying to find his weak spots. I went deep and shallow, fast and slow, harder and easy... trying to find the rhythm he liked and to stimulate him with varieties. He was breathing heavily, biting his lips not to moan (I guess it's not man enough to moan Brian?).

I sensed he was close to cum. But right then, he said "Stop!". (some will power?) I stopped and looked up at him surprisingly. "This is not fair. You know I can't bring myself to do it to you what you have been doing to me because I'm not wired that way, but I think I can help you a bit to get off too." "That's not necessary..." I said. "No. I insist." He pulled me up from the chair, and helped me strip. I was curious what he'd do. He turned me around and put me on the edge of the bed. Is he going to fuck me? "No, no, Brian..." I protested. "Oh, I am not fucking you if that's what you think. I just want you to feel it, you know, like how a woman may feel it?" Talking about hum iliation! Oh heck after what I just did like a cheap wh ore, what do I care? I complied. He lay on top of me and started rubbing his big cock on my ass cheeks and crack. It did make feel like a woman, which was hum iliating and making me weak inside all at once. After a while, he turned me over, and looking at my rock hard penis, he smiled "You are cute." (Yeah right, that's all I am.) Then he laid on top of me again and chuckled, "I am going to do the gayest thing ever I could imagine myself doing". His huge cock and balls covered mine altogether, and he started rubbing again. This was too erotic. It was how my wife was fucked by him, for a while at least. The thought made me go crazy. I lifted up my legs and wrapped around his back. He didn't stop and it only took a minute before I started shooting sperm out, and before I completed he started cumming too. Our cum mixed up together, and it's a huge amount all spread out on my body, from my chin to my belly.

I was spent, breathing heavily eyes closed. Brian immediately got up and went to the bedroom, and soon came back with two towels, one warm water soaked and one dry. He handed them to me so I could clean up myself. He then started putting his clothes back on, ready to say goodbye. "Well, I hope you can ***** well now." "Wait, Brian. I need to talk to you. It's important." "Oh?" He had just put on his underwear so he stopped and sat on the chair, and I was sitting at the edge of the bed with a towel covering myself up.

"I am not gay." I started.

"Don't worry about that. I don't care about labels people throw around..."

"I am Linda's husband."

"Linda? Linda from..."

"Yes." I quickly responded.

Brian's mouth dropped open. And did I just see his cock twitched in his underwear too? "How...What..." he was trying to find a question to ask or trying to make sense of everything. After a series of senseless mumbles, he finally said, "I am sorry, man. It was a stupid mistake..."

"OK. Brian." I stopped him there. "It means something to me to hear you say that you are sorry. But what you had with Linda was far more than a casual fling. Linda told me everything, EVERYTHING," I emphasized. "It is and will have a long lasting effect to our marriage".

"Again, I am sorry," was all he could say.

Both of us were silent for a while. Then I started again, "Brian, I want you to take some responsibility."

"Responsibility? What kind of responsibility?"

I looked him right into his eyes, "how do you feel having a home away from home at my house when you travel to our area?"

"How do you mean?"

"Well, you know a place where you can meet family members, dine and wine, have fun..."

Brian started smiling, like a little boy. "Is that possible? I would love that of course."

"It will take some work. Although Linda had sex with you, right now she's trying hard to get rid of your shadow out of our life. I will need to re-introduce you into our home. With a little planning from my end, and with your devilish charm, it's just a matter of time."

Brian smiled again. His eyes sparkled with warmth, friendliness and gratitude.

(To be continued)

Testing, this is just wonderful. i can assure you there are a lot of readers just not many posters.

Please continue with this, it is just great..

Thank you, for taking your time to do this.

I was in a completely different mood on my ride home. I had been depressed, angry, anxious and miserable at this time yesterday. What a night I had in that hotel! Weird as it sounds, I felt so excited about the Brian I got to know and what it could mean to me and to Linda - a trustworthy friend, a considerate brother and most of all a perfect solution to our marriage's one and only "imperfection"! But then I asked myself: Are you being too naïve or just simply stupid, Adam? This is the man who fucked your wife's brains out behind your back, and then fed his big cock into your mouth. It just – DOSEN'T MAKE SENSE!

With that thought, my mind wandered back to the details of last night. Of course, I was dr unk, but even if I hadn't been I probably still would've done it. And I don't regret seeing his cock and holding it in my hand. That completed my goal of having a whole picture of everything in this man that was attractive to Linda (albeit unexpectedly), except of course how she felt when his cock was deep inside her, which I will never know for sure. But, it's the way I treated his cock is now coming back and haunting me. Let's face it. I acted like a slut. Just like what Brian said about himself, I too just "experimented" a few times when I was a teenager with some buddies, and I had never done any serious BJ, either from the receiving or the giving end. What I did last night shocked myself, more than anything else. It felt like I had practiced it so many times in my mind that I could act it out so naturally and so skillfully. Am I secretly gay? But wait, what about my lust for Linda and my incessant desire for her body? Then I guess I am bi-sextual? That's still not right. Before Brian, I had never wanted to suck another man's cock no matter to whom it's attached. And even with Brian, I don't think I was sexually attracted to him until I saw that "bulge" in that hotel room, and that's not just a bulge from a random well-endowed man but rather one that had such a profound meaning to me.

The only man-on-man porn I watch are glory hole videos. Usually you don't get to see the face of the guy who feeds his cock in the hole. There's no "distractions" whatsoever other than a nice looking set of cock and balls being serviced thoroughly. As for the party on the other side of the hole, I am fascinated by how someone could be so into performing oral sex to another without even having to see who he is interacting with. I know they are gay but I guess deep down I've always imagined that it's because that cock they service is just so darn tempting that they couldn't resist the temptation and would do anything to please IT. But why can't I enjoy a video of a woman giving BJ? Somehow I just don't feel it as convincing. In my mind, the major form of sex with women is fucking (otherwise it'd be a waste), and oral is mostly a foreplay or supplement to fucking. As a result, a woman is either a pervert or is pretending to be as obsessed in giving oral service as a guy performing the same deed at a glory hole. Of course, I also think in itself the act is too demeaning to a woman, to a woman like my Linda at least. Through these GH videos, I am fantasizing to have a big cock I have never had and will never have that's everyone's envy, just as those I envied in the gym showers in my old days. Am I pushing it too far if I say last night I took Brian's cock as my own in the imaginary world and showed the ultimate admiration I wish my gym shower buddies would to mine?

"Enough rationalization, Adam," I said to myself, "What's next?" "More rationalization because you will need it if you want to persuade Linda to embark on the journey you have already set foot on." is my own answer.

Linda was pleasantly surprised to see me in such a high spirit after the trip. I could see she was curious but didn't know how to ask. I kept it to myself without mentioning anything about the trip until dinner time. (She deserves a little tortuous waiting as I did in the hotel lobby!) At the dinner table, I started, "Don't you want to know how it went?" "I suppose it didn't go too badly?" Linda answered. I started telling her the whole story minus the last part of the night (that was too much even for me to think back.). So the story ended at Brian and I leaving the bar, shaking hands like men in good terms, and waving goodbye to each other. Linda was pleased, "So it sounds like you have forgiven him for what he did?"

"Yes absolutely. Not only that we became friends."

Linda didn't hide her strange expression, "Friends? Didn't you set out to find his "weaknesses"? What about my judgment being "clouded"?"

"Well, he does have one weakness."

"What is that?"

"He is not a family man, but a family is indispensable to you. As gorgeous as Brian is, he will never be able to really settle down and live a life like we do. He will never be available to be around you from dusk to dawn and go through the trivial and the big in life. His travel, his anecdotes, his jokes, his dr inks, and maybe his encounters are who he is. He wouldn't change them for his life. And even if he would, he would be withering like a flower without water in no time..."

Linda seemed to be satisfied with my answer. She smiled. I took the chance and said, "But he is really good-looking, and does have a great body..." Linda became visibly uncomfortable and stared at her dish. Too soon? I dropped the topic.

Going to bed became so much enjoyable, compared with the past few weeks. We sweet talked and we kissed long and hard and felt like we had not been together for a long time. When I entered her, she was hot and wet and whispering my name all the time. We even lasted a little longer than usually and both came. Holding her in my arms, I gently kissed on her forehead, "Linda, my darling. I love you so much. I want to give you all the happiness there is out there and I could possibly get for you. Do you know that?"

"Yes, I do. And I promise I will never hurt you. You are all I need and want." Linda was in tears.

"But we all need something else, more than what one individual can provide, no matter how in love we are. Right honey?"
She's listening.

"I want you to know that it's OK that if you want to occasionally try something new or different."

Silence.

"I mean, men are different physically. Obviously you know that. If it could bring you pleasure, I don't mind you occasionally having sex with another man..."

"NO!" I heard anger in Linda's voice, "What are you saying? That because I had one indiscretion, I somehow became a loose woman who would slee p around, who couldn't control her every physical urge like an ani mal?

"No, honey. That's not what I mean." Gosh, this is more difficult than I thought it would be. "Not any man, or many men. Of course not. I mean maybe if you run into a man like Brian again. I wouldn't mind but just don't do it behind my back."

"I will not." Linda calmed down a little.

"You know, I believe there are inherent imperfections in life." I said "philosophically", "but we can make the best out of an imperfect existence by being a little more creative."

"Like?" Linda was amused.

"Like, we could turn a Brian into a life-size sex toy of ours. Imagine he's dressed up in his best business attire just to show up at our door to service you. You ask him to stand at the door and show off his big bulge. And order him to strip, and take his big cock out and ask how you want him to use it to satisfy you..."

Linda was giggling now, "You are deprived!"

We both burst into laughter. When we stopped laughing, Linda whispered quietly, "do you think you can do it again?"

I immediately reached down to her pussy. Oh what a puddle! I jumped up and entered her and fucked her furiously till she was screaming...

The next day, before bed, I told Linda, "Dear, I forgot I had a gift for you".

"A gift? What is it?"

"It's in my suitcase. Wait and see. You will like it." I said, winking to her.

(To be continued)

Nicely done....
Win some...
Lose some...
Few are rained out

I was a little put off at first because I thought you were turning this story into something gay. As I continued to read it I saw how you may have been curious to see what have your wife so much pleasure and later guilt. As for the sex between you two I completely understand how it has gotten so much better after the affair was out in the open. I can personally attest to the fact that sex between my wife and me was much better after I found out she was having an affair. That is after all the emotions run their course like in your case. In fact the sex with my wife is so good when she is having an affair I actively encourage her to take a lover. She laughingly says they are like foreplay warming her up for the main event, sex with me her husband.

I can't wait to see how you use this guy as a personal weekend sex toy. I'm thinking we will enjoy reading about it as much as you and Linda enjoyed it.

i1222, thank you for your comment. In this lifestyle, I see some people would let their wives "go loose", and find any and every man to fuck and the husbands could get a kick out of it. To me (and to many others I believe), it's about to build a new "extended family" if you will, so I have to be closely involved. The bull must be someone I can trust and like personally. Because of the nature of such a relationship, I do have grown very fond of him. I don't think I am gay because he is the ONLY one I'd do anything physically to but it doesn't mean that there's not such a hidden ani mal no matter how small it is hidden deep in me. On the other hand, I will probably never know if it's also the result of my long-standing "penis envy syndrome". I am trying to be bru tally honest with myself and with the thoughtful readers here.

I will try to find time to continue posting my story. Thoughtful comments are welcome.

Love your story, style and tone. I can relate on many levels. My wife's affair hurt me but if I am being honest has also brought us closer together as we have rediscovered a certain level of lust that had diminished after almost 3 decades as a couple. It has only been 6-7 weeks but we are finding our new normal and the sex between us right now is off the charts. Not sure we will be adding a third anytime soon but the new level of truly honest communication means no doors are closed to us moving forward. I'll be on the lookout for your next installment.

Neither Linda nor I were fans of sex toys. We both thought that they were too impersonal and "mechanical", and didn't really feel they were needed for us to fully enjoy each other. That's why when I presented my gift – a vividly made and high-quality dildo, Linda was surprised, "Oh! That's your gift to me?"

"Let me formally introduce you to the newest addition of our household. Darling, this is Brian!" I exclaimed.

Hearing that, Linda was red as a beet with embarrassment, "You are crazy. You know that?" She turned her back and started leaving.

"Honey, stop! Listen to me. I know it's not the "life-size sex toy" as I "promised" you last night, but it's part of the effort of "making the most out of an imperfect existence". I want to try some new stuff with you together. It will spice things up and we'll have fun. Please, do it for me?"

Speaking of size, I intentionally didn't choose an extra-large dildo. It's actually a pretty standard one. Yes, compared with my dick, it was bigger, but compared with Brian's? Not a chance (not to mention that it is lifeless and room-temperatured at all times). I still wasn't sure about the long term effect of using an extra-big dildo on her and was afraid she might be losing interest in having sex with me altogether. Besides, I wanted to save the best part of her reactions to the shock of a big cock in her tiny pussy for the real Brian and for me to enjoy watching (I know I am a pervert after all)!

Despite her initial reservations, we both enjoyed the dildo that night. At this stage at least, I still used it as a supplement instead of the replacement of my dick, to rub on her pussy as part of the foreplay, and put in her in the middle of our intercourse when I felt I'd cum too soon, to extend the duration. The "trick" I had was to keep calling it "Brian" – "Let me get Brian. I'm sure he will do a better job.", "Honey, does Brian make you feel good?" "Sit on Brian. Fuck him anyway your want. We have tied him up on the bed. There's nothing he could do..." "Look honey, your pussy juice is all over Brian..." Let's just say she did cum a few more times than usual, and we were both exhausted.

"Do you have to call it that?" She asked at one time.

"Well, I need to give it a name. I can't enjoy it by just calling it a Big Dildo. Too impersonal, don't you think? Then if we have to give it a name, would you rather give it the name of a random guy instead of Brian, whom we both think is hot?"

"I guess...But does that help us forget about him?" asked Linda.

"Do you really think we will ever forget him? I'd rather call his name out and think him as a sex toy of ours than shut up about him altogether and then have to go to couple's therapies for suppressed emotions."

"If you say so," Linda finally gave in.

"Anyway, does imagining this is Brian make you hot?" I probed.

"Well, I could enjoy it now that I know there're no consequences to us," said Linda.

And that's all I needed to hear.

For the next three months, our sex life was greatly improved thanks to our renewed commitment to each other and thanks to "Brian". I didn't take out "Brian" regularly. It's reserved for planned long sessions, special occasions or after we had a few dri nks. As a matter of fact, things were so good that I wasn't sure any more if we really needed the real Brian to keep Linda happy. For these three months, Brian had lived more in my world than in Linda's. I had kept in touch with him but not frequently and not providing him a lot of details of our life either. He was, after all, not part of the family just yet. Does Linda need him to be happy? I am not sure. Then again, she wasn't unhappy before she met him. Look what happened? Or is it that I myself wanted the real Brian to spice things up? I knew Linda's answer if I asked her, but what about my answer? I admit that I was intrigued by (or curious about?) the idea of watching Brian having sex with Linda. Knowing both of them, I knew it would be so hot and hotter than any porn I had watched. But there's something more. I think that deep down, I did feel like wanting to include Brian in our life. There was something in him that made me want to get close to him and please him. And I knew he would be pleased if he could fuck Linda again.

It so happened that the next week was hectic to us both. My dad was in the hospital so I had to visit him after work frequently and it was usually quite late when I got home. Linda had a few deadlines at work to meet. We didn't have sex for almost a week. The weekend finally came and the crazy time we had seemed to be waning down. Linda was in a good mood. She whispered, "how about we invite "Brian" over tonight?" I was so excited! It was the first time she brought it up voluntarily. So she must be really horny!

"Honey, no, not today. In two days, we will have him over." I answered.

Linda was amused, "What? Did you lock him up? What has he done?"

"No. You didn't understand me. I want to invite Brian to come and visit us at our home this coming Sunday. He happens to be doing business in this area. What do you say?" I dropped the bomb.

Did I tell you Linda is one of the smarted people I've known? She fell into silence and I knew she was processing what had happened in the past three months. After a few minutes, she raised her head, looked into my eyes and asked calmly, "Is this what you really want? Before you answer, please don't say you are doing it to please me. I already told you I didn't NEED it to be happy."

"I won't. But if it IS something I really want, would you be enjoying the company of Brian, sexually and otherwise?"

"I suppose," answered Linda, "He is a lot of fun to be with."

"Then yes. I want it to happen. I want to include him in our life. The three of us will be an extended family. He's travelling all the time so he will show up when he can. We take good care of him while he's here and he takes care of us too..."

"As good a plan as it sounds, Adam, you do know you are taking risks, don't you? We have worked to build a relationship, a home, a family. While we both know Brian will not break us, we are introducing a lot of uncertainties into our life. Are you sure you want to take that risk?"
I stopped and thought for a moment. "Linda, I understand exactly what you are saying. For all these years since you and I were kids, we have been working hard to achieve what we have achieved today. We were asked to be good kids, so we tried not to make any mistake in life, and we beat ourselves up if we ever make one... I am not complaining. I love the life I have worked hard for, but it's time to pursue something more – in a more unconventional way. I thought I could take comfort in the sheltered life we had before but Brian's intrusion changed that. The past three months, I have done a lot of soul searching. I am ready to embrace and explore my inner demons, and I am willing to take the risk of giving it a try. You are right. This is for me, not for you. But I promise that if you ever tell me that you are not enjoying it any more, or if there's anything that puts us in a harm's way, I'd end it."

Linda nodded, "OK. Let's do it."

For the next two nights, we not only did not take out "Brian", we didn't even have sex. We did have a lot of sex talks and we both got so hot at times. We were preparing for the big day, and life had never been so exciting, full of anticipations.

(To be continued)

I am taking a little break. As always, your comments are welcomed. Meanwhile, if anyone has recommendations as to where I should post my story (for a more compatible audience), please feel free to post it here or PM me. Thanks for reading.

I do hope you will continue....
Win some...
Lose some...
Few are rained out

I like what you've done so far. Stories are all the better when the writers take time to develop the personalities of the characters in the story.
I look forward to reading more.

Thank you, baron ocshs. I've enjoyed writing it although it has been more time consuming than I expected. And I didn't have time to correct grammatical errors, which I made a lot. Hopefully it is not too painful for readers to enjoy.

I believe that Cuckolding is and will remain a very controversial lifestyle but there's something fascinating about it to people who are involved. The "physical side" of it is certainly a pull, but there's more, and I know that "more" can be very different to individuals. I'd like to think that most of us here have day time jobs and belong to different communities in real life. Everyone must have fascinating stories to share how/why they go so "non-mainstream" in personal life other than or at least more than the story of "being fatally attracted" to a BBC. I may be missing them, but your recommendations for good stories are appreciated.

I will try to post another installment later today. Writing it down feels like going through/re-living some of those roller-coastering moments, which is both tempting and scary.

It was finally Sunday. I got up early and started cleaning up the yard, and re-arranging things in and outside the house. I put on some new decorations and asked Linda to bring back some fresh flows when she's out doing grocery shopping. It felt like our normal weekend routine, but everything seemed to have a new purpose today as we were expecting Brian to be here in the afternoon.

It's after 4. Brian would be here any time now. Linda grew quieter as time went by and I knew she was nervous, just as I was. But I also knew I would be the key to make this day a success or a failure, and I did have a plan. When the doorbell rang finally, I jumped up while Linda stood up slowly from the sofa. Brian was there. After a summer, he was significantly tanner, and it's the first time I saw him not dressed in suits and ties. The khakis and the t-shirt he was wearing showcased his perfectly toned muscular body nicely. We reached out, shook hands and hugged like old friends. "Welcome home, Brian! Linda, look who is here..." My voice was invisibly shaking from nervousness and excitement. Seeing Linda coming along with a smile, Brian's eyes lightened up. They greeted each other with a quick kiss on the cheeks. Seeing this 6+' muscular handsome man and my beautiful but tiny Asian wife together for the first time, my imagination of their naked bodies tangled together suddenly went wild in my mind. It was so overwhelming that I found it hard to breathe.

"Linda, you go ahead and make Brian comfortable. I'll get everyone some refreshments." I headed to the kitchen trying to cool down my stirred up feelings while listening in to the living room. Silence. Even Brian is not that smooth talking today? I heard Brian saying "Linda, it's great to see you. How have you been?" Then they started small talks, about the purpose and schedule of his business trip, people they both know... I came back with a fruit platter and a bottle of Pinot Noir. While Linda was helping pour the wine and set up the plates, I collected my thoughts and said, "Brian, I am glad – we both are – that you are here. I hope by coming here today you are considering our home "a home away from home" to you." Brian nodded appreciatively.

I continued, "Well, this – arrangement – is something new to all of us obviously. Before we get started, let me try to lay out a couple of boundaries that I think all of us would want to be there?" Both Brian and Linda were listening attentively. "First is privacy. I don't know about others, but I certainly don't want to broadcast my personal life to people who don't have to know. Especially since we may have common friends or acquaintances, we should strictly leave what happens in this house here." Brian immediately responded, "I agree completely. I would appreciate the same courtesy from you as well." I moved on, "Second is safety. Your already know that we are not a swinging couple (I peeked at Linda – she was frowning at my choice of words), so we won't involve anyone else other than you sexually. But you are a free man so it's natural that you may have other – partners, which is fine to me, but I need you to make a commitment to use protection either here with us or when you are out there..." Brian didn't wait till I finished before reaching to his pocket and pulling out a piece of paper. "Adam. Here. Here is my comprehensive bl ood and urine test results I got just yesterday. I promise that the status shown on this paper will remain as long as I am still part of this family. Of course, I will make sure my family is safe from any if at all casual flings I may have outside." He was so sincere and convincing that both Linda and I couldn't help nodding for approval.

I was once again touched by his consideration. I said, "Brian, look, I am inviting you over not just as a guest. I am asking you to take control while you are here, and help me find my new position..."

"In the bedroom." Linda suddenly weighed in for the first time. I knew she was trying to "protect" me and the "integrity" of our family. "Only in the bedroom," she repeated, "And outside the bedroom, you are our respectful family friend."

"Of course," said Brian.

Linda softened her tone, "I know we will all enjoy this because it is something we all wanted, but let me make it clear that it is first and foremost Adam's game, so I'd take cues from him. He sets the boundaries and decides we go mild or wild. It's all in his hands..."

This was an unexpected turn. Is it too harsh on Brian? I couldn't tell. Either way, this is no way to start a wild night. "Well, I have made dinner reservation," I said, "I will drive."

On the dinner table, the Brian we knew was back and alive, with all his anecdotes, jokes and exuding charm. Linda and Brian had a few dr inks with my persistent nudging and assurance. They even subtly flirted with each other a little, which I encouraged. As soon as we got home, I said to Linda, "Honey, why don't you go upstairs and get ready? Brian and I will have a puff of the cigars he brought, and will be right up..." Brian and I went out to the deck in the backyard, lit our cigars and sat in the dark. I had made a decision that I would not be there watching Brian and my wife having sex for the first time in my house. Giving up the chance I had been so anxiously looking forward to was killing me but I knew that where things were they would be too self-conscious to really enjoy themselves, and if they couldn't enjoy tonight completely, it would be a bad start of a long-term arrangement. "Brian, my wife is yours tonight. Take good care of her and make her happy..." I whispered.

"Oh man, I appreciate that..." answered Brian.

Wait, that's not right! This is too civil. The guy is still guilty of taking Linda from her husband. Will he "mess it up"? I was glad we were sitting in the dark so he couldn't see my face. I put my hand on his shoulder, and said to him shamelessly, "Brother, I want you to fuck my wife with your magnificent big cock, anyway you like and any way she wants it. Tomorrow morning after you leave, I expect to find a well-used pussy on my fully satisfied wife!" Those words played magic. I felt Brian's body reflex inv oluntarily. "Got it, Buddy! Consider it done!" he was laughing.

Upstairs, Linda was ready. She let her hair down and put on a piece of thin silk lingerie that tightly wrapped up her curvy figure. Her perky tits and ass were enticingly highlighted. Under the gentle light, she looked just so darn seductive. Brian and I walked in. "Darling, you look beautiful!" I said, "Enjoy tonight. I will be slee ping in the guestroom..."

"You won't be here?" Linda was surprised, "No, you don't have to leave. I mean, I want you to stay."

"No, Darling. Remember you said it's "my game"? I want you to have fun tonight with Brian alone. If you want me happy, then enjoy it as much as possible. The more you enjoy it, the happier I am."


I left the room and shut the door behind me. I then sat down right there, learn over and put my ear closely on the door. I said I wasn't going to watch but I didn't promise I wasn't going to listen or eavesdrop... I heard Brian whisper, "Hey, beautiful! Come on over here." He must be sitting her next to him or putting her on his laps. Then I heard him saying, "Oh I missed you so much! Oh these soft tender lips of yours..." Long pause. They must be kissing. I heard Linda was moaning quietly. Then I heard Brian murmuring, "Oh these beautiful breasts! I regretted that I hadn't sucked them more when I had the chance last time..." He started sucking her tits with loud noise. I could almost see how wildly Linda was reacting. She was moaning, and I heard her saying, "Oh Brian, are you a born woman pleaser? It feels like a natural talent of yours... hmmmm". I got a knot in the stomach. "You have no idea. Wait for my tongue work magic on your hairless pussy. Do you remember how it felt last time? You came almost as soon as I put a kiss on it..." Linda's moaning got louder. Obviously, Brian started licking her pussy. "How does that feel, uh?" Brian was teasing. "Yes, yes,..." Linda was breathless, making the noise I had never heard her make, the type of a mixture of laughter and frustration. "Brian, please! You are driving me crazy. I want to..." "You want what?" Brian asked. Linda started moaning again. "Please, stop. I can't take it anymore. I want..." "What do you want? Is this what you want? " "Oh, I forgot how big it was!" "Well, but it doesn't bite. You know that already. Why don't you get close and re-acquaint yourself with him? Yes, hold it like that. Hmmm... your lips feel so good. Yes, wrap your tongue around it like that. Yes, lick and suck it like your favorite lollipop..."

"Let's move on to the main course." I heard Brian chuckling. "Now, be a good girl. Spread your pussy lips open and show me the sweet tiny fuckhole of yours to me. There. Look how wet you got! Tell you what - This time, I'll be just a bit rougher than last time 'cause I know you are hornier and can take it..." I heard Linda groan, immediately followed by loud moans. She's having an orgasm. Brian was apparently waiting it out for just a minute before he picked up and started really pounding her. I heard a mixture of heavy breaths, moans, groans of varied frequencies, the loud sound of hard wet fucking, and I could almost see Linda's pussy juice was pushed and pulled in and out her by Brian's fat cock, and Brian's huge balls hitting on Linda's pussy and ass... I heard Brian groaning, "I am going to cum. I've missed you too much. This is the most I could go this round. Here it is..." They both started moaning loudly...

I was sitting outside the door, hands in my pants holding my rock hard cock, shivering with arousal and shame. I could see myself jump out of my own body and look back at the me sitting at a closed door, "Oh Adam. How pathetic you are! What did you get yourself into?"

They were catching up on their breaths, and it went silent for a while. Then I heard Brian say "I was surprised that Adam would allow us to do this..." (I was all ears.) "Do you know why?" Brian asked.

"Well, it is apparently part of his self-exploration process. I suspect even he himself doesn't know all of it," said Linda, "To be honest, I wasn't quite onboard with the idea in the beginning. Since he so wanted it to happen, I decided to give him the support he needed. But right now I think he's giving me a very generous gift ..."

"And, YOU are the best gift I could ever expect!" said Brian.

I heard them kissing again, starting their "round 2". I retreat to the guestroom, and climbed onto the bed. In the fe tal position, I abandoned myself into an emotional whirlpool, swept by the overwhelming unspeakable mixed feelings. I pulled down my pants to the knees, and with two jerks, a huge amount of cum shot out of my cock. With each muscle contractions, quickly alternating right in front of my eyes were Brian's face, Linda eyes, Brian's huge cock and Linda's wet pussy...

I didn't have much sl eep. I fixed some breakfast and sat on the table where I could see the stairs. Linda and Brian came down together. The abundance and deprived sex they threw themselves into for the night were written on their face. They didn't touch each other but the new found intimacy and harmony between them were un-mistakenly there. "Good morning!" I smiled, with an aching heart. Seeing me, Brian picked up and sat right next to me on the table. He certainly remembered what Linda said how he should be a "respectful friend" outside the bedroom.

Brian needed to leave and take care of his business but he would be back again by the weekend on his way home. Knowing they had a great night, I was confident that I could be there witnessing the act then. Barely did Brian leave. I hugged Linda from behind and kissed on her neck. "Did you have a good time? Are you happy?" I asked.

She blushed, "What do you expect?"

"Well, let's see what I expect." I reached down to her panties under her skirt without warning. It felt warm, a little puffy and damp. Exactly the "well-used pussy" I asked Brian to deliver!

She started giggling and tried to get away from me, "Get off me, you pervert!"

After she stopped laughing, she turned around and looked at me seriously, "Adam, are you sure about this? We can still stop here."

"Yes, I am sure." I said. But the fact was that I wasn't sure at all. I looked beyond her and murmuring, not knowing if it's Linda or me myself I was trying to convince, "Brian is someone special. I can feel the special connections we share. The three us – it's meant to be."

(to be continued)

Great story, I knew you would deliver a spellbinding second chapter. We are all anxiously awaiting the next installment.

Kudos on Another great update!
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i122 and alcabin, I am glad you have enjoyed reading it. As you may expect, things are getting steamier now that the "arrangement" has been set up. I may have another couple of installments to post in the immediate future. After that, I will post only when there's any new development.

When Brian came back the following weekend, he brought some splendid gifts including some very fine wines and liq or. He had a taste of these things. So we stayed in and had dinner at home. Everyone was in a good mood as Brian was indeed an enjoyable company. With the al chol running inside my system, seeing this beautiful woman and this handsome man, who had grown to be the center of my life staying so close and amicable, I had a warm fuzzy feeling inside.

After dinner, Brian and I went out again for our cigar break while Linda stayed inside. When we came upstairs, Linda was changed in the lingerie Brian just got her. With just a little bit too much wine, she was glowing and exuding sexual energy. I said "good night" to them both and shut the door behind me. I waited outside. A little while later, the door was opened quietly. Brian made a gesture to me. I sneaked in. Linda was in a blindfold and giggling, "I've never been in this before."

"You will like it," said Brian, "It will sharpen all your other senses."

Slowly, Brian pulled her up from the edge of the bed. They stood face to face, and started making out. Brian's big strong hands were feeling all over her body through the thin material on her. Linda was on fire today. It didn't take long before she started helping Brian strip off as he was doing the same to her. In no time, both of them were naked. The 6 foot tall stud was standing in the middle of my master bedroom without a string on his tanned muscular body. My petite wife was lowering down and knelt in front him, and ever slowly moved her face closer to his naked crotch. She took a deep breath in, "I love your manly smell!" I looked at what's right in front her face. I had seen it before but all I remembered was it was huge. His cock seemed to be in a darker color than his already tanned skin tone. It was still soft, and when he moved around to make it easy for her to access, the thick meat swung from side to side. And the big egg sized balls moved along.

My wife opened her mouth. She took Brian's cockhead in. Slowly she swirled her tongue around it, and I saw the mushroom head growing quickly in her mouth. She opened up more and tried to take in more of the shaft. She was sucking him very – devotedly. She had this mesmerized expression on her face, reminding me what I saw from those glory hole videos (Who said women couldn't be into giving oral? I was wrong after all in thinking that only a gay man could worship a cock. I quickly shook off that thought.). Her hands reached out and started gently massaging his balls. Brian sighed and he pulled it out from her mouth. His cock was now in its full glory, standing ever proudly across her face. With one move, he lifted her up and carried her to the bed. He put her sit right on his face and started sucking and licking her pussy like no tomorrow. Linda let out an animi stic cry and instantly spread her body forward to reach Brian's cock. They were now in a 69 position, pleasuring each other with passion. I moved my position secretly so I could watch directly into Linda's pussy. As Brian's tongue was deftly moving around her pussy, I saw tiny streams of pussy juicy literally squirting out from deep inside her, running down on to her pussy lips, her inner thighs and Brian's mouth.

Brian put Linda on the edge of the bed, and he stood up. He positioned his cock right outside Linda's pussy, and motioned me to get to the back of him. Then he put one foot up on the bed so I could have a clear view of how his cock and Linda's pussy would interact. I still couldn't imagine how Linda's tiny pussy could take in such a large cock. I saw Brian rubbing his cock on Linda's pussy, repeatedly and patiently. Linda's breath picked up and she kept spreading her legs further apart to indicate her readiness and eagerness. Brian then held his cock and steadily started pushing in. I was in awe watching Linda's tiny pussy hole slowly but surely opening up and taking in that huge cock. With the massive cock half way in, her pussy turned into a shape I had never seen. The clit was totally exposed, glistening and quivering, as she was fully stretched. Brian kept pushing all the way in until his huge balls touched every inch of her pussy, and then he started slowly pulling out. With every pull, it felt like Linda's pussy was trying hard to keep the cock inside as the canal was protruding and holding on to the shaft... I suddenly realized that when Linda and I had sex, we never really applied enough foreplay to bring her in this state before penetration, but then again when fully aroused she would have the capacity I hadn't known about to take a much bigger cock than mine, and probably would prefer to.

Brian was repeating the in and out motion for my viewing pleasure. He was pushing all the way in, and then pulling all the way out. The thrusts were always steady but the speed picked up just a bit as Linda got used to the move. The steady but powerful long dicking continued for a few minutes. Then I heard Linda' moaning getting louder. Right then, Brian suddenly pulled out quickly, turned his head to me, and pointed to Linda's pussy. He was asking me to watch closely. I moved closer. What a view! I had never seen her pussy being so aroused. It felt like it was unbearably taut like it was being stressed and pressured by some unseen for ce. Her pussy lips were swollen and visibly enlarged and protruding. And the pussy hole became alarmingly visible as the pussy lips opened apart. And just as I wondered how this un-sustainably stressed state of her pussy would end, I saw it suddenly contracting in in a slow motion, which made it look like a painful grimace. Then the fast paced contraction really started, with a generous amount of pussy juice gushing out with every contraction... "So this is what a real female orgasm is like?" At the back of my head, I started questioning the orgasms I had thought Linda always had when we had sex and what she was missing. She calmed down a bit and was catching her breath. "Oh Brian! You don't know how amazing that felt. I had never felt like that before," she was murmuring as if talking in the dream.

"Come on up. You teaser! I want to be in control," said Linda.

Brian lied down, and helped Linda get on top. She was facing him and started grinding. From my angel, Brian's cock looked so fat and meaty. When Linda's pussy was slowly grinding over it, it felt like they were connected and couldn't be split apart. Linda was in frenzy, hair all messed up, mouth slightly open, and she was making some humming noise that sounded to me a perfect demonstration of her lust and obsession at the moment. Is this my sweet, graceful and intelligent wife? I don't know this woman any more.

Linda's grinding slowed down. She was so consumed that it didn't take long for her to feel weak and paralyzed. Brian sat up, and with one swift move, pulled her off, turned her around and put his cock back in her. He stood up and carried her like that, cock still inside her pussy, and walked to the dresser. Brian was grinning to me in the mirror. There was a bad boy in every man. He was showing me what drove Linda to shout "fuck me like that" in the hotel. It was such an obscene view. His tall, strong and muscular torso stood tall, with my tiny wife planted on his huge cock. They were both facing the mirror. Linda's legs were wide apart resting on Brian's strong arms. She was fucked senseless as Brian threw her up and down on his huge cock. Her tits were jumping frenetically, her head was thrown back and her mouth open, and she was making all sorts of noises I had never heard of. Right there, she was having another orgasm, with pussy juice dripping down from Brian's cock, to his balls, thighs and all the way to the floor.

Brian moved her back to the bed, and didn't give her a break, and right off started fucking her from behind. Linda's ass was raised high above in the air. As Brian's cock mercilessly attacked her pussy, I saw her asshole exposed in the open, quivering vulnerably in response to the stretching and pounding of a big cock in the pussy and to yet another eminent orgasm... I almost came without touching myself. Right then and there I knew that my wife Linda finally became "an open book" to me.

"Oh, fuck me, Brian! Fuck me with that big cock! Cum inside me, please! I want to feel your warm cum shooting inside me!" Linda was screaming. (I was supposed to be in the guest room. Well, I guess she didn't care if I would hear.) With a low groan deep in the throat, Brian unloaded deep in her. I saw his ass muscle tightening up and then relaxing. He pulled out, and I saw his cum mixed with Linda's abundant pussy juice oozing out... In what world would she be able to enjoy my tiny dick, awkward foreplay and 5-minute stamina after this?

Linda turned over, legs wide apart. Her freshly fucked swollen pussy was exposed, still with Brian's cum dripping slowly down. Brian reached out and took off her blindfold. She almost jumped up when the first thing she saw was me standing between her legs. "Shhh...." I said, "I enjoyed watching as much as you enjoyed doing it. Thanks honey." Linda turned to Brian, "You set me up!" Brian was smiling, "Well, what could I do? It's "Adam's game". It's "all in his hands"". Both Brian and I laughed. Linda just covered her face pretending she had passed out.
(To be continued)