Don Jetman
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The next morning I found them at the kitchen table, talking and sipping coffee.
James gave me a hearty, "Good morning!", while L smiled her best sheepish smile.
I kissed her on the cheek - she offered it to me without much enthusiasm,
something that bothered me a little until I realized she was very hung-over.
With L's takeing habits, three to four glasses of wine would be enough to give
her flu-like symptoms the next day. She looked pretty miserable sitting there in
her wrinkled nightshirt nursing her coffee. James sat across from her in his
boxers, grinning and teasing her about her condition. She took it in good humor,
but I could tell she was trying to make the best of what was payback for her
wildness the night before.
Things got quiet when I joined them with my coffee mug and bagel. No one knew
quite what to say, including me. I had a million questions I wanted to ask, but
the atmosphere wasn't exactly electric. No sparks at all, except the ones in my
head. Finally, gracious host that I am, I asked James if he slept well. He
grinned at me, then told me, "We slept very well, thanks.". "So, you did relax
then?" was my comeback, now my turn to grin. L rolled her eyes, sighed, pushed
her chair back from the table, and announced, "I'm taking a shower." James and I
watched her limp off to the bedroom.
James wasn't at all reluctant to talk about L. He spoke about how well-matched
they are in bed, and how responsive she is to the little things - the tip of his
tongue run lightly around the inside of her ear, her shiver when he strokes her
side from under her arm to her hip, and the reflexive thrust of her pelvis when
he traces back and forth along the crease of her groin. "But I guess you know
all that," he told me. I did. Now he did as well. He was a quick study, and I
knew L appreciated that. It's the little things that make a good lover, and I
was sure his s******* at remembering them was everything to L.
James is an interesting guy, in the sense that he's completely comfortable in
the role of a wife's extramarital lover in front of her husband. I wouldn't say
he falls into the stereotypical "bull" category - he didn't play the alpha-male
at all. But he was remarkably open with me about his sexual relationship with L,
as though I was a confidant, not her husband. There was no disrespect or
insincerity in how he described his relationship with L. It was as though he had
some past experience at this. When I questioned him, he admitted he had, with
one other couple a few years ago.
"She was a lot like L," he told me. "Sometimes you know the minute you meet a
woman, that look she gives you that tells you right away that she wants you to
fuck her." That took me back a step, and I sat there for a few seconds trying to
imagine L surrendering that look so noticeably, so immediately. "So, L had that
look?" I answered finally. He smiled. "I knew the second we met. There wasn't
any doubt. She's a very beautiful woman, Don. I don't think many men could miss
that look."
Looking back, I don't remember ever seeing "that look" when we met. L was a
college coed, and I do remember the first warm, doe-eyed look she gave me. But
the "fuck me" look? No way. Not that I doubted she could give that look back
then. Knowing what I now know about her college days, the guys who had her must
have seen it as early as James had. His remark had me wondering though - why
hadn't I seen that look?
L maintains that she was a virgin when we met, and that it was only after having
sex with the man she wanted to marry that she felt free to experiment with other
guys. She's explained that we "made love", while the others were purely physical
attraction, opportunities to explore her more daring, adventurous side for the
first time in her life. It's both amusing and a bit disturbing that I missed it
back then - "making love" to her fiance on weekends vs. casual, yet daring,
adventurous sex with her fuck-buddies during the week while I was absent. And
yet, it's become so crystal clear these days - the contrast still remains, the
loving sex with her husband vs. new, adventurous sex with men she finds
physically irresistible.
Is it possible that after all this time (after assuming she was the one who has
changed the most, the girl I married, transformed into a confident hotwife) that
maybe I've changed just as much or more. Maybe it's the image I have of L that's
changed more than the woman herself. Although the girl is now a woman, inside
she still has the same wants and needs - the loving relationship with a man she
enjoys "making love" with, and the excitement and physical satisfaction she
enjoys with a man she can simply fuck. In the past, was it merely denial on my
part that she could be this sexually free? Although I played a big part in
opening the door, in liberating her from the fear and guilt that held her needs
in check, is it possible that L's libido has changed much less than my
perception of it?
"I took her to lunch the day we met," James continued. "By the time her dessert
came, I asked her if I should get a room. That's when I saw that look again. In
bed, we just clicked right away. She's, well, pretty amazing in bed. But, you
know that."
I smiled and nodded, trying to picture them together for the first time in a
king-sized hotel bed, blankets and sheets thrown on the floor, L's naked body
thrashing under him as her moans filled the room. I guess I paused a little too
long as I enjoyed my fantasy. For the first time a look of concern stared back
at me from across our kitchen table.
"You know this is just sex, right? No strings? Not now, not ever. You both seem
happy - I don't want to fuck that up."
I snapped out of my daydream, nodded and smiled.
"I mean, you are OK with this, right? L said..."
"I'm fine with this," I told him. "More than fine. L has good taste, and I trust
her. Besides, you make her very happy, and that trickles down, if you know what
I mean."
He seemed relieved, and his smile returned.
"Tell you what, man - I don't know how she keeps that figure. The woman loves
cheesecake."
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Don Jetman
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Thanks for your replies, everyone.
Ludo: These short stories about L and me are taken from our hotwifing adventures over the past several years. If they appear to relate "jealousy, tenderness, and bittersweet agony", I assure you it's what I felt at the time. We were discovering the lifestyle, as we are at the present. We don't do it often, so it's always surprising, and never gets old. These were, for the most part, written soon after the event - at first preserved as quick notes, then refined into short accounts that keep these times fresh in my memory. They are admittedly fairly tame for those who are in the mood for a quick wank, but I've found these have an audience, especially for curious beginners, and for a small group that have followed L's metamorphosis from college sweetheart, to innocent wife, to ever more confident and adventurous hotwife. With L's generous permission, I'll continue to add to the collection as she's tempted by just the right man, the guy she just can't say no to.
In the end, it's all about archiving rockin' chair memories...
Don
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