wannaseeu said:
you're so full of shit....
Maybe he is and maybe he isn't. I have never made a comment here until now. Your comment has prompted me to tell you about my wife and I.
She was a flirt when I met her in H.S. and she still is.
She later admitted that she only went out with me because my mom would let me have her car and I would let Liz drive it in a parking lot.
I never got up the nerve to try anything with her. She finally came out and asked if I had ever kissed a girl.
She laughed when I said no and proceeded to plant a big wet tongue in my mouth.
I was hooked from then on. We never had sex per se but she loved to reach in my pants and give me a hand job.
Eventually she let me feel her up and finger her, culminating in a lesson on licking her pussy.
She dated other guys and I was sure they were having real sex with her. When I 'tried' she would push me away and say she was saving herself for me in case she ever decided she wanted to get married.
When she announced she wanted to marry me I was ecstatic.
Everything went smoothly and for a year I was in heaven with this beautiful girl all to myself. At least that is what I thought.
I was never into sports or games. Liz on the other hand was a rabid bowler. She bowled in some kind of money league every Thurs. night and practiced on Sun. mornings. She had done it before we married and even cut our honeymoon short so as not to miss a match.
When I suggested coming along to watch she told me in no uncertain terms she was superstitious and if I ever watched it would throw her game off completely.
She had me promise never to sneak into the bowling lanes to watch her.
For a year she was picked up at our house at 6pm every Thurs. night and returned home after midnite.
Every Sun. morning she would drive to the lanes at 10am and not come home til late in the afternoon, explaining she and her team mates liked to have a lengthy strategy session after their Sun. practice.
Of course you all know where this is going. But at the time I was just so proud of my beautiful wife and my good fortune to be married to her. Our sex life was dominated by her desire to have me provide oral for her. It was not unusual for us to have sessions that lasted anywhere from a half hour to an hour with her continually praising my ability to use my mouth to please her.
Afterwards she would tell me that my efforts so overwhelmed her that she couldn't possibly have regular sex too. But she always enthusiastically brought me to orgasm manually. Often accomplishing it in a minute or even less.
This is not to suggest that we never had regular sex. We did. But it was seldom and only after weeks of me begging her to let me do that before I had to go down on her.
I knew it wasn't the textbook sexual relationship that we were involved in. But it was more than I could ever imagine for me before we met and eventually married. I was happy and more than satisfied with our life together.
FINDING OUT:
I was sitting on the toilet in Publix (a supermarket) when I heard a couple of guys enter the bathroom. They were laughing and talking about tomorrow (Sun.) and taking 'Liz" out to the beach after practice.
My ears perked right up. I didn't know of any Liz but my Liz.
I listened intently as they laughed about how their wives were always bitching about them being so dedicated to their bowling team and having to practice all day Sun. and playing every Thurs. night.
There was no more doubt. They were talking about Liz. And if there were any lingering doubts they left when one of them said, "I love that she shaved her cunt for us". They laughed some more. They continued talking how she said her husband likes her cunt smooth too.
It was my Liz alright. She shaved herself a couple of months prior to that and asked me if I liked it. I told her it was great because I no longer had to contend with an occasional hair coming loose. She said at the time that was exactly why she did it. Just for me. I now knew that it was not for me. It was for her bowling buddies who were obviously having sex with her.
I didn't know what to do. If I confronted her and she got angry what would happen? Would she leave and divorce me?
The thought of her leaving made me feel ill. I couldn't risk that.
Sun. morning she left as she always did. I wondered what beach they would go to. There are many in this part of Fl.
As I thought about it I realized it would have to be where there was a certain amount of privacy. I couldn't figure it out. So I decided to bicycle to the bowling alley.
After an hour she came out with eight guys. The whole nine of them jammed into a van and left. Fortunately I had my car keys and was able to get in her car and follow. They went just down to the marina and all got on a boat and took off straight to sand island about 500 yds. out into the river. I watched them beach the boat and all pile out. I couldn't see what went on but it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out.
When Liz came home much later she was her normal self and I tried to act normal too. But she kept asking if everthing was alright. Clearly I wasn't as cool as she.
for a couple of months I was in a state of depression and wallowing in self pity.
Then on a Thurs. night while I was thinking about what she was doing I realized I had a verry hard erection.Very hard. Not like usual which at best could be described as semi hard.
The more I thought about her sexing her friends the more intense my feelings became. I had a huge orgasm. Instead of my cum dribbling out it spurted a little.
It happened again on Sun.I had come twice in three days.
When she came home she jumped in the shower and when she came out she said, "over here baby, I need your mouth to work your magic on my little girl".
She had her legs wrapped around my neck and for almost an hour she kept saying, "Lick it baby. You suck my cunt. I bet you're the best cunt lapper in the world. And you're my own personal cunt lapper."
Afterwards she said I was going to get my reward and she started manipulating my dick. But for the first time ever nothing happened. No semi hard. Just as soft as could be. After a minute she asked what was wrong. Nothing I lied.
And that was it. Ok she said, not at all concerned.
When Liz announced a week later that she had joined a pool league that played at different bars on Tues. nights I knew what that meant. But strangely it excited me. Would she be having sex with the same group of guys or would the billiard players be different guys?
By then I had delved into the world of internet pornograpy.
I knew that Liz was a slut and last winter I learned that the term for me was a cuckold.
When I discovered there were other men like myself and even men who were envious I began to adopt a whole new attitude to my situation.
I still don't let on that I know about Liz' fuck buddies. And we are still good buddies with me going down on her whenever she wants and her having given up on getting me off. I don't know if she has figured out I am masturbating so much I am too worn out for her to get me off.
The problem for me is the guys who are having sex with Liz. I know they must be laughing and making jokes about me. When I run into someone I know is in on everything I just pretend I don't know anything. Fortunately none of the guys has ever made any remark or said anything to me. But I'm sure they laugh and say plenty when they are all together with Liz.
I have tried to hint to Liz that I have heard there are guys who knowingly share their wives with other men. But she always heads off that thought with something like, " Yuck! I guess that would be OK for the kind of woman who wanted to be married to some kind of a pantiwaist."
And so here is where I am stuck.