You probably wouldn't think so to look at my wife. She's not aso-called 'hot wife' or a swinger or anything like that. She's neverbeen a flirt or made a play for men. She doesn't dress provocatively.In fact you could say she's pretty ordinary, the kind of woman a manmight glance at and think nothing of. Not a bad looker, but thenagain nothing special.
It was 8 years ago now when my wife had an affair, with a guywho'd been lodging with us a while. I call an “affair”, which Ithink it was to her mind, an exciting adventure, a bit of romance toliven up her boring life, a thrill of acting naughty. To him thoughit was quite different. To him it was just a casual fuck with a needyhousewife, and she was no more special to him than the other wives hehad seduced and fucked.
He was a friend of a friend, in need of a place to stay, so Ithought it'd be okay to take him in for a while. The rent woulddefinitely come in handy. I had no thoughts at all about her goingwith him. She didn't even like him that much, not when he first cameto stay. She said he was big-head and sexist and he seemed to likewinding her up on purpose. It got so bad I thought she would ask meto tell him to go. But it never even crossed my mind that he wouldhave designs on her. I guessed I was so used to her that I took her abit for granted and forgot that other men might see her quitedifferently, with a fresh eye, as all woman, a “bit of stuff”, achallenge.
I don't know when it happened exactly, but things changed. He wasone of those smooth-talking bastards who always seems to get theirown way with women and once he turned on my wife with the charm andthe flattery they stopped bickering. I was relieved that they seemedto have made peace and she even ended up agreeing to do some of hisironing for him, something she'd absolutely refused to do. But itseemed her favours didn't end with that and she ended up dropping herknickers for him and he was fucking her in the afternoons while I wasat work.
In retrospect I realised, there were other changes, smallinsignificant changes, but had I been on the ball I might have seenas signals. Like she usually wore tee shirts or sweat shirts,nothingrevealing, but shr took to wearing shirts, maybe with one or twobuttons undone. Not to flaunt her cleavage but enough to ****** herneck and the skin above her where boobs started . She also startedwearing skirts, not short of anything, but enough to show that shehad legs.
My wife tries to make out she is a feminist, but how can you talkabout equality when you are on your hands and knees with your titsdangling and being shafted from behind by a man who has total controlover you and isn't going to let up until he has put his sperm in yourbelly. And if it ends up with you having his bastard well it's nothis problem! None of that looks much like equality to me, but it'sthe way nature meant it to be...
I think it was my wife arguing with thelodger about feminism that set him a challenge – he decided that hewasn't just going to bandy words with her, he was going to show herthat men are the boss, at least in the bedroom. And in a way he wasright. If she was such a feminist, then why did she allow herself tobe seduced by a man she said was a chauvinist pig?
How do I know all this. Well I didn't,not for a while anyway. It had been going on for a couple of weeksbefore I found out, when she blurted it out during a row. I wastotally shocked. She regretted blurting it out and begged me not toconfront him. She said he would probably challenge me. He was not thesort of guy who'd say 'oops, sorry about shagging your wife, I won'tdo it again'. No, he was more likely to threaten me. It could getnasty.
So, reluctantly, I took the cowards wayout and turned a blind eye, hoping that it would fizzle out of itsown accord when he got bored. Once he was satisfied. He;d set himselfa challenge and won her over, proved to himself that feminism reallyis bullshit and that 90% of housewives are really gagging for it.
I often masturbate when looking at the full frontal nude picture of her. It's because she's not looking at me but looking at her lover She is excited. It has always fascinated her that by stripping naked a woman has such power over a man, thatshe can make his penis erect, that she can make him want her. She thinks it is great that a woman has that power, to make almost any man want to fuck her. But she also knows that her power won't work onthe same man too many times and once he has fucked her a few times he will simply walk away, possibly leaving her with a fat belly and a bastard
So that's the situation we lived with for a while. It wasn't as if my wife ever flaunted it in my face and whatever happened between them happened during the day, the afternoons, probably, when I was at work and out of the way. Sitting in the office at work, I would sometimes allow myself to think of what was happening back at home. It wasn't him fucking her that arose the feelings of jealousy, it was imagining them nude together, my wife walking about in her bra and panties, casually half-undressed,or floating about in just a shirt, ******** her belly and pubes, and I imagined bursting in and telling them to stop, but then seeing him there with his slowly subsiding erection, I would see that it was already too late, that he had already put his warm sperm deep inside her belly and she seemed to be proud of the fact.
That's how I imagined it.
Then, a few weeks later, I had another shock. It seemed that my wife had told him about her 'confession' andhe wasn't happy at all. It would be one thing fucking a man's wife,but did she have to go and blab!
It all came out when he invited me out for a drink one evening, which was unusual because we had never really socialised before. He seemed nervous, ill at ease, and it wasquite a shock when he suddenly launched into a big apology. He saidhe knew that my wife had confessed to their affair – and he'd beenmortified. He hadn't expected her to go that far. But he was honest ,I'll give him that. He wasn't going to be a hypocrite and didn't want to apologise for having sex with her. He said any man would have. She may not have been his type, he said, yet there was something about her which had fascinated him – a mix of inexperience and innocence, yet still she had made it obvious that she wanted to be fucked by him. And who was he too refuse if a woman offered herself. He'd knownthe first time he saw her naked that it would be a good fuck. So no,he wasn't going to actually apologise for doing what any man and woman do. At at the same time he had some old-fashioned ideas about propriety and doing the right thing, and shagging a man's wife wasone thing, but not if he knew about it, that wasn't right at all.
He said he had been offered anothe job, and was hoping to move out within a couple of weeks. He would beout of our hair then, and maybe my wife and I would get back to some sort of normal married life. He did warn me though, to keep an eyeout on her. She wasn't a bad looker and if he had wanted to fuck herthen he wasn't the only guy by any means, and she had clearly shown her willingness to be bedded by another man. I'm sure he added another notch to his bedpost!
It was 8 years ago now when my wife had an affair, with a guywho'd been lodging with us a while. I call an “affair”, which Ithink it was to her mind, an exciting adventure, a bit of romance toliven up her boring life, a thrill of acting naughty. To him thoughit was quite different. To him it was just a casual fuck with a needyhousewife, and she was no more special to him than the other wives hehad seduced and fucked.
He was a friend of a friend, in need of a place to stay, so Ithought it'd be okay to take him in for a while. The rent woulddefinitely come in handy. I had no thoughts at all about her goingwith him. She didn't even like him that much, not when he first cameto stay. She said he was big-head and sexist and he seemed to likewinding her up on purpose. It got so bad I thought she would ask meto tell him to go. But it never even crossed my mind that he wouldhave designs on her. I guessed I was so used to her that I took her abit for granted and forgot that other men might see her quitedifferently, with a fresh eye, as all woman, a “bit of stuff”, achallenge.
I don't know when it happened exactly, but things changed. He wasone of those smooth-talking bastards who always seems to get theirown way with women and once he turned on my wife with the charm andthe flattery they stopped bickering. I was relieved that they seemedto have made peace and she even ended up agreeing to do some of hisironing for him, something she'd absolutely refused to do. But itseemed her favours didn't end with that and she ended up dropping herknickers for him and he was fucking her in the afternoons while I wasat work.
In retrospect I realised, there were other changes, smallinsignificant changes, but had I been on the ball I might have seenas signals. Like she usually wore tee shirts or sweat shirts,nothingrevealing, but shr took to wearing shirts, maybe with one or twobuttons undone. Not to flaunt her cleavage but enough to ****** herneck and the skin above her where boobs started . She also startedwearing skirts, not short of anything, but enough to show that shehad legs.
My wife tries to make out she is a feminist, but how can you talkabout equality when you are on your hands and knees with your titsdangling and being shafted from behind by a man who has total controlover you and isn't going to let up until he has put his sperm in yourbelly. And if it ends up with you having his bastard well it's nothis problem! None of that looks much like equality to me, but it'sthe way nature meant it to be...
I think it was my wife arguing with thelodger about feminism that set him a challenge – he decided that hewasn't just going to bandy words with her, he was going to show herthat men are the boss, at least in the bedroom. And in a way he wasright. If she was such a feminist, then why did she allow herself tobe seduced by a man she said was a chauvinist pig?
How do I know all this. Well I didn't,not for a while anyway. It had been going on for a couple of weeksbefore I found out, when she blurted it out during a row. I wastotally shocked. She regretted blurting it out and begged me not toconfront him. She said he would probably challenge me. He was not thesort of guy who'd say 'oops, sorry about shagging your wife, I won'tdo it again'. No, he was more likely to threaten me. It could getnasty.
So, reluctantly, I took the cowards wayout and turned a blind eye, hoping that it would fizzle out of itsown accord when he got bored. Once he was satisfied. He;d set himselfa challenge and won her over, proved to himself that feminism reallyis bullshit and that 90% of housewives are really gagging for it.
I often masturbate when looking at the full frontal nude picture of her. It's because she's not looking at me but looking at her lover She is excited. It has always fascinated her that by stripping naked a woman has such power over a man, thatshe can make his penis erect, that she can make him want her. She thinks it is great that a woman has that power, to make almost any man want to fuck her. But she also knows that her power won't work onthe same man too many times and once he has fucked her a few times he will simply walk away, possibly leaving her with a fat belly and a bastard
So that's the situation we lived with for a while. It wasn't as if my wife ever flaunted it in my face and whatever happened between them happened during the day, the afternoons, probably, when I was at work and out of the way. Sitting in the office at work, I would sometimes allow myself to think of what was happening back at home. It wasn't him fucking her that arose the feelings of jealousy, it was imagining them nude together, my wife walking about in her bra and panties, casually half-undressed,or floating about in just a shirt, ******** her belly and pubes, and I imagined bursting in and telling them to stop, but then seeing him there with his slowly subsiding erection, I would see that it was already too late, that he had already put his warm sperm deep inside her belly and she seemed to be proud of the fact.
That's how I imagined it.
Then, a few weeks later, I had another shock. It seemed that my wife had told him about her 'confession' andhe wasn't happy at all. It would be one thing fucking a man's wife,but did she have to go and blab!
It all came out when he invited me out for a drink one evening, which was unusual because we had never really socialised before. He seemed nervous, ill at ease, and it wasquite a shock when he suddenly launched into a big apology. He saidhe knew that my wife had confessed to their affair – and he'd beenmortified. He hadn't expected her to go that far. But he was honest ,I'll give him that. He wasn't going to be a hypocrite and didn't want to apologise for having sex with her. He said any man would have. She may not have been his type, he said, yet there was something about her which had fascinated him – a mix of inexperience and innocence, yet still she had made it obvious that she wanted to be fucked by him. And who was he too refuse if a woman offered herself. He'd knownthe first time he saw her naked that it would be a good fuck. So no,he wasn't going to actually apologise for doing what any man and woman do. At at the same time he had some old-fashioned ideas about propriety and doing the right thing, and shagging a man's wife wasone thing, but not if he knew about it, that wasn't right at all.
He said he had been offered anothe job, and was hoping to move out within a couple of weeks. He would beout of our hair then, and maybe my wife and I would get back to some sort of normal married life. He did warn me though, to keep an eyeout on her. She wasn't a bad looker and if he had wanted to fuck herthen he wasn't the only guy by any means, and she had clearly shown her willingness to be bedded by another man. I'm sure he added another notch to his bedpost!
