New here to the Forum. Have looked around at several of these forums and this one seems to be, at times, the most tame. Needed somewhere to put down my story and my experiences. There is just no one to confide in, in the real world and I have to express my experience.
I'm a 45 year old, white, professional male. I've been married for 10 years and I dated my wife for another 6 before marriage. My wife is 42. We have 4 children, 3 from our marriage, 1 from her first marriage. Our oldest (my stepdaughter) is 20, my youngest is 6.
My wife and I have had an incredible life together. Really, it's been a crazy, love affair, almost from the moment we met. We have a strong, long lasting love, but, like most couples, have had some problems in our relationship, from time to time. We knew each other long before we started dating. I started dating her less than a year after her failed marriage to her first husband.
My wife is a very intelligent, hard working, beautiful lady. She looks 10 years younger than her age and has a wonderfully charming personality. She's also incredibly pretty and turns heads wherever we are. She has always been a bit of a flirt (as have I) but she is (or was) a very faithful girlfriend and wife.
When we first started dating, I wasn't looking for anything serious. I was dating other woman and encouraged her to date other men. It was easier for me than her. I don't think it was in her makeup, then, to have multiple dates or lovers. She fell in love with me first. She was and is very jealous of me in terms of other woman. She despises (or despised) cheating. Family and being faithful to your partner was incredibly important to her.
Almost from the start of our relationship, we would, from time to time, discuss swinging. We never talked about doing it, it was always like it was some intriguing lifestyle. We use to drink at a bar where it was rumored that swingers hung out. We use to look around the bar as we drank and whisper to ourselves who we thought the swingers were.
There has always been a part of each of us that liked to make the other jealous. I am good looking, women find me attractive. I have no problem telling my wife (kiddingly) about the women that hit on me and she has no problem telling me about the men that hit on her.
Once we were married, we would, from time to time, talking about having an "open marriage." Again, always in jest. What she never knew (and I'm sure, never suspected) was that I fantasized about being a cuckold. I am a very dominant, aggressive person in my professional life. At home, I am the one who makes the big decisions (her choice). So, I suppose, as the years have gone on, my general fantasies about being a submissive led into deeper thoughts about being a cuckold.
I suppose, from at least my early college days, I fantasized about everyone of my girlfriends fucking another man. I never knew then that there was a whole lifestyle. In fact, it wasn't until I saw the movie "Boogie Nights" in the mid to late 90s that I even knew there were a lot of people like me. Still, it was always just a fantasy.
We have a wonderful sex life. I have always been able to satisfy her and she me. We love one another deeply. But, such an emotional relationship has it's down side, too. When we fight, they are terrible fights. The times that I have cheated on her were during these fights. I highly doubted that she knew that I had cheated on her. It has maybe happened 4 or 5 times in the time we have been together.
About 3 months ago, we were going through a tough time. A lot of fights. Talks of divorce. We had not had sex in weeks. At some point, I told her that if I didn't get it at home, I would get it outside my home. Again, during our fight, this time, we talked of an open marriage. This time, though, there was a lot of seriousness to the talk. Once we made up, she told me that there would be no open marriage. She said she would rather we get divorced than fool around on each other. She said the surest way to end a marriage was to bring someone else into your bedroom.
One night, not long after, we were out for dinner and drinks. We were drinking at a little bar not far from our home. It's a very trendy bar. It was a Saturday night and the college football season had just started. 2 or 3 great, late games were on and I was engrossed in watching them on the big screen TVs at the bar. My wife, Lori, started talking to some guy she knew. His name was Steve, he was about 30 and she knew him from a friend of hers from work. They had each just volunteered to serve food at some fundraiser and so they were talking a lot about their day of food serving. He was an attractive guy, well built (about 6 feet tall with a toned body) and blond hair and blue eyes. They were both drinking a lot (as was I).
After a little while, I heard them arguing about some song. The argument, all in good fun, was over the words and meaning of the song. At some point, I went outside the bar to have a cigarette. A moment later, my wife and Steve came out of the bar and they were still arguing and laughing.
"All right," she said to me, "We're going to his car to listen to the song and settle this once and for all. Do you want to listen, too?" I rolled my eyes and told her the same thing that I had in the bar, that I was interested in the games and could care less about what the words or meaning to the song were. It was sort of chilly out and my wife wrapped her leather coat around her tight. She looked great, that night. She had her brown leather coat on, jeans and very expensive brown leather boots that went almost to her knees. My wife is about 5' 6", with brown hair and hazel eyes and weighs about 125 pounds. She is a knock out and looked it that night.
They went around the back of the building to his car, I presumed. The bar occupied the corner suite of a small plaza. I headed back inside and went back to my drinks and the game. I ended up watching almost an entire quarter of the games when it dawned on me that they had been gone for almost 20 minutes. I went outside to smoke and see if they were outside smoking. They were not.
So, I went to the parking lot behind the building to make sure everything was OK. I had no idea what kind of car he had so I was listening for music as I peered into the darkness. I saw a grey Jeep Grand Cherokee that seemed to be moving ever so slightly so I figured they were in there. As I approached from the rear of the SUV, I noticed movement in the back seat. I squinted my eyes and saw a foot on the top of the back row of seats, near the headrest. I saw another foot on the top front seat passenger seat, again near the headrest. Not just feet, but brown colored socks. Immediately, I knew it was my wife, but, I think my mind didn't want to comprehend that fact.
I inched closer and heard the panting from inside. I saw Steve on top of my wife, his body moving in and out, up and down between her outstretched legs. I was stunned. Just frozen. In an instant, I snapped out of it, figuring that this guy was ****** my wife. I moved closer and saw a sight that to this day causes my heart to beat rapidly. He was fucking her. I could hear her muffled cries. They weren't cries of fear, she was softly crying out, "There, right there, oh fuck, deeper." Or, words, like that. She had her hands on the small of his back, near his ass. She had put her hands on that very spot on my body hundreds of time. It's how she indicated that you were in the right spot. It's also how she pushed your body (and cock) at the right pace so she could orgasm.
I was just completely stunned. I mean, this was so out of the blue, so unexpected. I was right in the bar. I mean, we had never, ever discussed anything like this. For some reason, my eyes, my vision, froze on her socks. I could almost make out the pattern in those socks (they were sort of like a very light check or argyle pattern). Maybe, it was just because I didn't want to see what was going on, maybe it was because of my foot fetish. I love my wife's feet. I kiss them for a few seconds during every sexual encounter.
I backed away from the car. I didn't know what to do, at the moment.
Well, that's enough for now. I will write more another time.
I'm a 45 year old, white, professional male. I've been married for 10 years and I dated my wife for another 6 before marriage. My wife is 42. We have 4 children, 3 from our marriage, 1 from her first marriage. Our oldest (my stepdaughter) is 20, my youngest is 6.
My wife and I have had an incredible life together. Really, it's been a crazy, love affair, almost from the moment we met. We have a strong, long lasting love, but, like most couples, have had some problems in our relationship, from time to time. We knew each other long before we started dating. I started dating her less than a year after her failed marriage to her first husband.
My wife is a very intelligent, hard working, beautiful lady. She looks 10 years younger than her age and has a wonderfully charming personality. She's also incredibly pretty and turns heads wherever we are. She has always been a bit of a flirt (as have I) but she is (or was) a very faithful girlfriend and wife.
When we first started dating, I wasn't looking for anything serious. I was dating other woman and encouraged her to date other men. It was easier for me than her. I don't think it was in her makeup, then, to have multiple dates or lovers. She fell in love with me first. She was and is very jealous of me in terms of other woman. She despises (or despised) cheating. Family and being faithful to your partner was incredibly important to her.
Almost from the start of our relationship, we would, from time to time, discuss swinging. We never talked about doing it, it was always like it was some intriguing lifestyle. We use to drink at a bar where it was rumored that swingers hung out. We use to look around the bar as we drank and whisper to ourselves who we thought the swingers were.
There has always been a part of each of us that liked to make the other jealous. I am good looking, women find me attractive. I have no problem telling my wife (kiddingly) about the women that hit on me and she has no problem telling me about the men that hit on her.
Once we were married, we would, from time to time, talking about having an "open marriage." Again, always in jest. What she never knew (and I'm sure, never suspected) was that I fantasized about being a cuckold. I am a very dominant, aggressive person in my professional life. At home, I am the one who makes the big decisions (her choice). So, I suppose, as the years have gone on, my general fantasies about being a submissive led into deeper thoughts about being a cuckold.
I suppose, from at least my early college days, I fantasized about everyone of my girlfriends fucking another man. I never knew then that there was a whole lifestyle. In fact, it wasn't until I saw the movie "Boogie Nights" in the mid to late 90s that I even knew there were a lot of people like me. Still, it was always just a fantasy.
We have a wonderful sex life. I have always been able to satisfy her and she me. We love one another deeply. But, such an emotional relationship has it's down side, too. When we fight, they are terrible fights. The times that I have cheated on her were during these fights. I highly doubted that she knew that I had cheated on her. It has maybe happened 4 or 5 times in the time we have been together.
About 3 months ago, we were going through a tough time. A lot of fights. Talks of divorce. We had not had sex in weeks. At some point, I told her that if I didn't get it at home, I would get it outside my home. Again, during our fight, this time, we talked of an open marriage. This time, though, there was a lot of seriousness to the talk. Once we made up, she told me that there would be no open marriage. She said she would rather we get divorced than fool around on each other. She said the surest way to end a marriage was to bring someone else into your bedroom.
One night, not long after, we were out for dinner and drinks. We were drinking at a little bar not far from our home. It's a very trendy bar. It was a Saturday night and the college football season had just started. 2 or 3 great, late games were on and I was engrossed in watching them on the big screen TVs at the bar. My wife, Lori, started talking to some guy she knew. His name was Steve, he was about 30 and she knew him from a friend of hers from work. They had each just volunteered to serve food at some fundraiser and so they were talking a lot about their day of food serving. He was an attractive guy, well built (about 6 feet tall with a toned body) and blond hair and blue eyes. They were both drinking a lot (as was I).
After a little while, I heard them arguing about some song. The argument, all in good fun, was over the words and meaning of the song. At some point, I went outside the bar to have a cigarette. A moment later, my wife and Steve came out of the bar and they were still arguing and laughing.
"All right," she said to me, "We're going to his car to listen to the song and settle this once and for all. Do you want to listen, too?" I rolled my eyes and told her the same thing that I had in the bar, that I was interested in the games and could care less about what the words or meaning to the song were. It was sort of chilly out and my wife wrapped her leather coat around her tight. She looked great, that night. She had her brown leather coat on, jeans and very expensive brown leather boots that went almost to her knees. My wife is about 5' 6", with brown hair and hazel eyes and weighs about 125 pounds. She is a knock out and looked it that night.
They went around the back of the building to his car, I presumed. The bar occupied the corner suite of a small plaza. I headed back inside and went back to my drinks and the game. I ended up watching almost an entire quarter of the games when it dawned on me that they had been gone for almost 20 minutes. I went outside to smoke and see if they were outside smoking. They were not.
So, I went to the parking lot behind the building to make sure everything was OK. I had no idea what kind of car he had so I was listening for music as I peered into the darkness. I saw a grey Jeep Grand Cherokee that seemed to be moving ever so slightly so I figured they were in there. As I approached from the rear of the SUV, I noticed movement in the back seat. I squinted my eyes and saw a foot on the top of the back row of seats, near the headrest. I saw another foot on the top front seat passenger seat, again near the headrest. Not just feet, but brown colored socks. Immediately, I knew it was my wife, but, I think my mind didn't want to comprehend that fact.
I inched closer and heard the panting from inside. I saw Steve on top of my wife, his body moving in and out, up and down between her outstretched legs. I was stunned. Just frozen. In an instant, I snapped out of it, figuring that this guy was ****** my wife. I moved closer and saw a sight that to this day causes my heart to beat rapidly. He was fucking her. I could hear her muffled cries. They weren't cries of fear, she was softly crying out, "There, right there, oh fuck, deeper." Or, words, like that. She had her hands on the small of his back, near his ass. She had put her hands on that very spot on my body hundreds of time. It's how she indicated that you were in the right spot. It's also how she pushed your body (and cock) at the right pace so she could orgasm.
I was just completely stunned. I mean, this was so out of the blue, so unexpected. I was right in the bar. I mean, we had never, ever discussed anything like this. For some reason, my eyes, my vision, froze on her socks. I could almost make out the pattern in those socks (they were sort of like a very light check or argyle pattern). Maybe, it was just because I didn't want to see what was going on, maybe it was because of my foot fetish. I love my wife's feet. I kiss them for a few seconds during every sexual encounter.
I backed away from the car. I didn't know what to do, at the moment.
Well, that's enough for now. I will write more another time.
