I fucked my friend's wife on the fourth of July. They live a couple of houses away from us, and the wives are friends as well. We go out to dinner a few times a month, and see each often on a day to day basis.
They are about ten years younger, and his wife is tiny. Four foot ten, and maybe ninety pounds all muscle.
But you don't poo where you eat, or sleep or screw a spouse.
She came up to me shortly before the fire works display was going to start, and stuck her tongue in my ear. "I want to fuck."
I had several options, but I chose option number one.
Outside in the back yard because everyone had moved to the front for the display. We fucked on the grass man.
Didn't last ten minutes, and poof she was gone.
I felt like shit the next morning, not because I had cheated on my wife because we have what would best be described as an open marriage although she would prefer I was a pure cuckold. No, it was because I fucked my friend's wife, and I shouldn't have betrayed our relationship.
Really what an asshole right?
I lived with it for several weeks and almost told him on a couple of different occasions but chickened out. It was a Friday and he and I met at a bar for some beers before heading home. Beer number four I had the courage to try to set things right.
I told him, and I didn't mention how it had started. I was going to take one for the team, and not mention that his wife had started the ball rolling.
I poured my heart out, and honestly was close to tears by the time I was finished with my confession. I couldn't look him in the eye.
"Hey, that's okay I've been fucking _______(my wife) for six months."
At which point he started to laugh. Yeah, they all had a little chat and decided I deserved a little reward. Or put another way it's pretty tough to throw stones when you live in that glass house.
I have not tasted his wife's charms since, but I have a feeling my wife is still on his menu.
Such a dumb-ass.
They are about ten years younger, and his wife is tiny. Four foot ten, and maybe ninety pounds all muscle.
But you don't poo where you eat, or sleep or screw a spouse.
She came up to me shortly before the fire works display was going to start, and stuck her tongue in my ear. "I want to fuck."
I had several options, but I chose option number one.
Outside in the back yard because everyone had moved to the front for the display. We fucked on the grass man.
Didn't last ten minutes, and poof she was gone.
I felt like shit the next morning, not because I had cheated on my wife because we have what would best be described as an open marriage although she would prefer I was a pure cuckold. No, it was because I fucked my friend's wife, and I shouldn't have betrayed our relationship.
Really what an asshole right?
I lived with it for several weeks and almost told him on a couple of different occasions but chickened out. It was a Friday and he and I met at a bar for some beers before heading home. Beer number four I had the courage to try to set things right.
I told him, and I didn't mention how it had started. I was going to take one for the team, and not mention that his wife had started the ball rolling.
I poured my heart out, and honestly was close to tears by the time I was finished with my confession. I couldn't look him in the eye.
"Hey, that's okay I've been fucking _______(my wife) for six months."
At which point he started to laugh. Yeah, they all had a little chat and decided I deserved a little reward. Or put another way it's pretty tough to throw stones when you live in that glass house.
I have not tasted his wife's charms since, but I have a feeling my wife is still on his menu.
Such a dumb-ass.