Feeding an addiction A Three way Street Ch 11
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Scarsdale, NY: Friday 17th April 2015
A face like thunder, ‘We are not amused’
She slammed the door and I knew all was not well. Sue was just returning from Friday evening drinks with a group of girlfriends from the hospital. I wondered what on earth could have happened to prompt such an angry slam of our front door. The doorframe and whole wall had shaken with the force of it.
As she stormed into the lounge she had a face like thunder.
“Fricking bitches!” she announced, looking at me with daggers.
Over our twenty years together Sue has very rarely totally lost it, but when she does lose it you don’t want to be in the path of that particular storm. It’s as if all of the feelings from a multitude of ignored everyday slights and annoyances have been stored up, and act to supercharge what would have otherwise been a bad enough outburst anyway.
“I don’t believe those bitches!”
I looked at Sue, not knowing what to say, and thinking it wiser to stay quiet for the moment.
“You wouldn’t believe what they’ve only gone and done.”
And then fishing in her bag she angrily pulled out a printed piece of paper.
It was the pictures I noticed first. Four photos of Sue in a bikini, taken from a recent holiday, but with her eyes blacked out by four photo-shopped black boxes. The moment I saw this editing a feeling of dread rolled over me. Over the years I’d surfed the web enough to know that there was only one type of website that showed photos like this.
As I read the words below the pictures, that feeling in my gut just got worse.
‘New York: Beautiful early forties MWF loved her first taste of chocolate. Looking for WE respectful black guys to help me continue my exploration and education. All ages considered but must have the right equipment. Husband knows and supports and may participate or watch. Email to [email protected] with undraped photo and letter saying why you’re the one.’
I thought about saying ‘well at least they didn’t use your real email address’, but caught myself before what would have been a life-threatening mistake.
I looked up at Sue and saw she was still incredibly steamed over this ad. and decided that collecting more information was the best way of trying to get her temper cooled down a bit.
“Who did this thing?” I asked in a calm voice.
About two seconds later I realized this was a big mistake. What Sue wanted from me at this point wasn’t questions or even empathy. What she wanted was someone who was equally as pissed as she was.
“Who did this?” she spat back at me. “That’s not the frickin’ point. You should be as mad about this as I am. Or does your wife’s good name and honor no longer matter to you? I thought you English guys were meant to be all honor and chivalry. Looks like that’s all a pile of crap.”
“Hey honey, don’t unload on me. I’m not the bad guy here. I’m not the one who put this ad on the net.”
Sue’s temper calmed a tad from a Category Five to a strong Type Four, but I was still on shaky ground.
“Why aren’t you more pissed about this thing, Pete?” she asked in an accusing tone.
Now wasn’t the time for truth. A famous man once said ‘Speak truth to power’, but he’d never met Sue when she was seriously bent out of shape. And so instead, I told a half-truth, promising myself I’d tell Sue the truth later.
“Honey, I’m not as angry as you because this is the first I’ve heard about this. Two minutes ago I knew nothing about. I’m just trying to find out the facts, so I know what I should think.”
Aaah, aah. Try again, bozo. Wrong answer.
Sue’s temper flared again, as she angrily grabbed the piece of paper from me and waved it around.
“Are you a moron, Pete? What’s there to know? You can see with your own eyes what Jenny and those other two bitches have done. They’ve only gone and plastered my photos and my details all over the web, so any sicko and pervert can beat off over my photos and then, when they’re done, write me a nice little love letter.”
My first strategy for dealing with this angry woman had been an abject failure, so I tried plan B. Practicality and mitigating the problem. Classic business practice 101. With a little bit of empathy thrown in to cover my bases.
“Look, honey, I’m as angry as you are. But I think the first thing to do is to contact the website and get them to pull your ad. Limit the damage. Then we can think about how we get back at Jenny and her two accomplices. Maybe some kind of complaint to the hospital?”
Sue’s facial expression had been telling me I was doing so well, until that last stupid comment, as suddenly Sue’s temper flared back to a five as she unloaded both barrels on me.
“Are you for real, Pete? Sometimes I wonder if you’ve got shit for brains. Complain to the hospital? How’s that gonna go? First witness for the defense, call Doctor Francis Etebo of the oncology department. Oh, no, wait. Let’s call Jenny herself with the video from that Friday night. Get real, I’m screwed. I’ve got no comeback at all.”
This last realization seemed to knock all of the fight out of Sue, as she slumped down next to me.
This bit I knew, knowing I was finally on safe ground as I put my arm around my wife and pulled her head onto my shoulder, giving her a consoling hug to comfort her. Sue just sat there for several minutes, her head on my shoulder, just staring blankly at the wall. When I judged it safe to speak, I simply asked, “Drink?”
Sue turned to look at me, and I could see all of the anger had left her face.
“Yes please, and you better make it a large one, I think I need it.”
As I handed her a large vodka tonic, the normal Sue rejoined us.
“Sorry, honey. I shouldn’t have gone off on you like that.”
“That’s okay, sweetheart,” I smiled at her as I kissed her softly, “That’s what us husbands are for.”
For the first time since she’d entered the house she smiled.
“You know, in a way, it’s my own fault.”
Sue’s confession pricked my interest.
“I’m pretty sure it was Kate who put Jenny up to this, because of when Sally and I put Kate on a Tinder.”
Sue saw my confused look and explained something she’d not shared with me before. About how a year ago, when her friend Kate was recovering from a romantic break-up, she and Sally had put her on Tinder. Partly as a joke and partly so she might meet someone nice. Sue seemed pretty sure that Kate had returned the compliment, only with interest. From what Sue told me, the three people who’d placed her photos on the dating site were Jenny, Kate, and Sally. So it seemed a fair bet that Sue was right and that this was retaliation.
I spent the rest of the evening trying to cheer Sue up. Mostly this took the form of telling her what a big place New York was, and how few people would likely see the ad or pay it any attention.
Sue listened patiently and gradually cheered up, aided by another couple of vodka tonics, and her mind switched to how to get her own back on her three friends.
About a couple of hours after Sue had returned home she got a long text from Jenny. It was an abject apology from her and the other two, saying they were sorry if they’d misjudged things. Jenny added that they’d already taken down the ad and that she and the other girls would treat Sue to an evening out by way of an apology.
Sue had calmed down sufficiently that she texted a quick reply accepting Jenny’s apology, and moments later Jenny felt it was now safe enough to call and apologize properly to Sue.
Fickle? Who, me
I’ll never cease to be amazed by female fickleness. After a couple of minutes of mandatory seriousness and ‘yes, I forgive you’ type statements, Sue and Jenny were cackling away like old fish wives as Jenny gave Sue what sounded like a crude and very graphic description of some of the replies her ad. had received.
Of course, I was only hearing Sue’s side of the conversation, but I could get the gist. Sue was describing both the impressive physical attributes of some of the guys who’d replied, and also what they’d said they wanted to do to my sweet wife. Some of which sounded like it might not be physically possible.
In my mind, but too smart to do it for real, I was shaking my head at the speed of Sue’s about-face. In a matter of minutes, she’d gone from vowing revenge on Jenny to once again being best of friends as they carried on a conversation that had me blushing at times.
And then to cap it all, Sue asked for my laptop which I’d been browsing and then logged on to the new email address that Jenny and her conspirators had set up for Sue. Mandingomama17761776 was alive and well, sipping another vodka tonic and perusing the best black meat that the city of New York had to offer.
But re-telling the story, I have no right to sound so high and mighty. Because given my confessed addiction to the fantasy of sharing Sue, you can guess where my eyes were as Sue scrolled up and down the replies which Jenny told her were the most interesting ones.
Listening to them as they reviewed and dissected various guys made me realize that the idea of womanhood as a delicate and genteel fairer sex was a somewhat incomplete picture at best. It took me all the way back to 1987 when a good friend of mine had returned shell-shocked from an afternoon of listening to his then-girlfriend and her three friends discussing the physical prowess of various college rowers. Let’s just say it was an instant antidote to his misplaced upbringing regarding the fairer sex. And the girl concerned was a vicar’s daughter!
As Sue gestured for me to make her a fifth vodka tonic of the evening, I recognized all of the signs. Sue was settled in for the evening, her legs tucked up under her butt and her new drink carefully placed within easy reach.
Thinking Sue and Jenny would spend the next hour just getting more and more drunk and making more and more lewd remarks, I was about to go and find something else to do. But then Jenny made a suggestion that changed the whole tone of the evening.
I only learned the full facts later, but the heart of it was that of the hundred plus replies they’d got, about ten of them were from guys who Jenny thought were the real deal. Guys whose responses weren’t just a cock shot and a crude ‘I want to screw you’ missive. Guys who had taken the trouble to be respectful and write something witty and interesting, and whose photos showed they didn’t have two heads and were equipped to show a girl a good time.
Knowing that the other two conspirators were at home and bored, Jenny suggested they play a little game, where the four of them would be online and would each choose one of the ten guys, with the idea that all eight of them would then go out on a combined group date.
To me, it sounded insane. Would the guys agree? And what about the girls’ significant others? But when you’re five Vodkas in, any idea can sound pretty good. So before I knew it, my ears were being assailed by the cackles not just of Jenny and Sue, but now of all four girls.
Meat market
As they played their game, it was agreed that Sue would get the first pick as the ad had been in her name. There was a bit of bickering and arguing about who should get the next pick. Jenny, being the oldest I guess, argued that out of respect it should be the oldest who got to pick next. Kate, the one Sue had put on Tinder, was apparently still single and argued this should give her the right to second pick, as she had the greatest need. Sally seemed the quietest of the bunch, and it soon became clear that she was going to be the fourth to pick.
After some protracted argument, Jenny and Kate agreed to toss a coin and it was Jenny who won and got second pick after Sue. Somehow this seemed appropriate, as Jenny really seemed to be the live wire and moving force in this little gang of four.
I won’t bore you with all the details from the next hour or so of female hijinks. But needless to say, it didn’t paint the feminine half of the population in the most positive of lights. I knew Sue was pretty drunk by now, and by the sound of it, her three friends were in a similar condition. I almost felt sorry for the ten black guys who got dissected and pulled apart by these four ravenous and increasingly drunk ladies. All kinds of comments were made about their appearance, their bodies, what they’d written in their responses, and most of all the shape and size of their cocks. It was like a cross between a drunk hen party and the worst type of Tom Jones concert. I could virtually smell the estrogen as bit by bit they slowly moved towards making their choices.
I was pretty much trying to blot out many of the worst details of the conservations, but I got the impression that Sue had finally chosen a guy called Brandon. From what I gathered he was about six-two and was thirty-three years old, working in insurance. All the girls found the combination of his looks, his body and his thick nine-inch cock the perfect package and agreed with Sue’s choice. Jenny with her number two pick ended up with a younger guy in his mid-twenties called Sean, and I’m a bit hazy on the names and details of the guys Sally and Kate chose. There comes a point when you stop caring, with one drunken lewd innuendo sounding pretty much the same as the next.
The girls ended the call by agreeing they each had to contact their guy in the next twenty-four hours, and that they’d meet up after work on Monday. Then they’d compare notes and plan what to do next, depending on how the guys had responded.
During the course of the call, Sue had consumed another couple of vodka tonics and having forced her to drink a pint of water I helped her to bed. By the time I’d brushed my teeth and donned night clothes she was already sound asleep. With no-one to talk to, I decided to read my kindle. But it was a losing battle, my mind was abuzz with excitement and fear about what was going to happen next.
I realized that one of two things was likely to happen tomorrow morning when Sue woke up and had recovered sufficiently from her hangover. She was either going to think of this whole evening as a drunk but rather fun game and forget the whole thing. Or she was going to think back to how much she had enjoyed her time with Francis and was going to ask me if it was okay for her to email this guy Brandon.
As I tried to get to sleep that night, there was a battle raging in my mind. Between the addict that been largely passive these last two months and the sensible voices that had enjoyed the peace and lack of worry.
And I knew deep down that if Sue wanted to meet up with this Brandon guy, then I wouldn’t stand in her way. In fact, depending on which of the two sets of voices won out in my head, I knew I might get involved myself and encourage Sue to meet up with Brandon.
A sneak peek at Sue’s internet suitor
Not surprisingly, I was the first one up in the Jones household on Saturday morning, while Sue slept the booze off. As I fixed myself my morning oats, OJ and coffee my eye fell on Sue’s laptop, which she’d left there from last night.
All my life I’ve never been good at resisting temptation and knowing Sue’s okay with these things, I picked up her laptop and turned it on. It only took a tiny bit of detective work and I was looking at all of the emails that had been sent to ‘mandingomama17761776’. The girls had been more organized than you’d expect from a drunk bunch of nurses, with their short list of ten guys organized into a neat sub-directory within the Gmail account. So just a few seconds after I started I was face-to-face with several photos of a stunningly handsome black man and a couple of photos of his very large cock.
Brandon was obviously a well-educated and intelligent guy judging from the email he’d written Sue.
‘Dear Mama,
How can I carry on calling you that? Never mind, it’s only a small price to pay if it’s the admission price for one day being able to hold your hand in mine and look into those beautiful green eyes of yours.
‘Mama’, please allow me to introduce myself. I’m Brandon, a divorced father of a lovely six-year-old daughter called Holly who’s the joy in my life. I work in Manhattan in Insurance and am a healthy thirty-three-year-old guy who loves to help ladies and couples explore their sexual fantasies. We all have fun, it’s a great win-win. Having being married myself, I can assure you and your husband that if I’m lucky enough to meet you I’ll always be respectful and discrete.
I’d love it if I’m the lucky guy who you and your husband choose to play with. I think you can see I can show you a good time. But if I’m not the one, I hope you both have fun. Play safe,
Yours always, Brandon’
Wow! This guy was smooth. I had no idea if half of what he said was true or not, but he was obviously an experienced lothario and player. He’d pressed just about every button there was in his short but beautifully crafted email. No wonder Sue’s friends had agreed with her that he was the one they’d have gone for too.
I looked again at his photos and came to the conclusion this wasn’t a face I naturally felt inclined to trust. I was almost certainly over-analyzing and extrapolating well beyond what was sensible, but a couple of things made me wonder. The first was that his eyes were a kind of grey-blue color which looked decidedly unnatural in a face which was in every other way pure black. I assumed that this was due to Brandon choosing to wear blue contact lenses, as this seemed more likely than him being part of that very small percentage of black people who have blue eyes. By itself, this wouldn’t have raised any alarm bells, but these strange blue eyes were complimented by a very thin cut beard that I later found was called a gunslinger style, and which gave him an almost demonic look.
For a guy who was so handsome, I wondered why he’d made these two rather odd choices, which gave an otherwise very handsome face a hint of mystery and menace. I was just pondering whether these two choices hinted at something deeper when I heard Sue’s footsteps on the stairs.
For a split second I toyed with closing the laptop and pretending I’d been doing something else, but then the other side of my brain decided it would be fun to pick up the game where the girls had left it last night. So I left Brandon’s email up on the screen and headed over to greet my frail looking wife.
“Hi, honey. How are you feeling?”
Cue a look of abject self-pity from my normally bubbly wife.
“Not great.”
“Sit down, sweetheart, and I’ll fix you some breakfast and something to drink.”
I helped her to a chair, and thought I’d have a bit of fun by guiding her to the chair in front of the open laptop.
As I turned and started getting some stuff together for her, I was mentally counting down in my head. Three, two ….. I never got to one.
“Oh god. It’s all coming back now. That’s the guy I chose, right?”
“Apparently. His name’s Brandon, and he looks quite a catch. From what I could make out, the other girls were a bit put-out that you chose him before they could get their hooks into him.”
Sue blushed as she remembered more of the details from last night.
“Tell me I didn’t email him last night when I was drunk?” she asked, with a tone somewhere between panic and self-disgust.
Presenting her with her breakfast I sat next to her and reassured her.
“Relax, honey. Your loving husband, after your eighth Vodka, put you to bed, before you could do any serious damage. So no, you didn’t email him last night.”
Finally some good news, Sue relaxed and thanked me.
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Seeing the state Sue was in, I realized now wasn’t the time to discuss what, if anything, she was going to do about Brandon, and the pact she’d made with her three friends.
I left her pretty much to her own devices during the rest of the day, knowing from experience that she’d be feeling a bit more like her normal self around dinner time. I’d been planning to take Sue out for dinner, but as I wanted to talk this Brandon thing through with her I suggested we just eat in. Sue was all in favor of my idea as she wanted a quiet night in after the excesses of the previous night.
We ordered and ate our Chinese food as we watched a pretty unmemorable cable movie. Towards the end, I slipped my hand under Sue’s blue cashmere sweater and started gently rubbing her tummy. By the time the movie had finally finished, I was enjoying the lovely feeling of her hard nipples between my finger and thumb, as Sue gently moaned her appreciation.
My teasing of Sue’s body had the desired effect, as even before the final credits had finished rolling Sue hauled me upstairs. We were soon enjoying ourselves as I sank my cock into her with an urgency we both shared. I tried my best to delay coming, but having spent much of the day thinking about Sue and Brandon, I was more excited than normal and came pretty quickly, leaving Sue frustrated as she’d not come yet.
With hindsight, if Sue hadn’t been so frustrated, the conversation that followed might have taken a very different direction, and who knows how things might have developed then.
But as I apologized to Sue for coming so quickly and leaving her high and dry, she just looked at me and smiled knowingly. “You were thinking of me and Brandon, weren’t you.”
I said nothing, but my guilty look confirmed Sue in her suspicion.
She grinned. “Leopards really don’t change their spots do they, my sweet English leopard.”
I shrugged my shoulders, “Sorry honey, you know that’s my weakness.”
And then she just came straight out with it. “Well honey, what do you think? You’ve looked at his email and the photos. Would you like me to reply to him?”
It was at that moment that I realized that, despite the normality of the last two months, Sue’s experiences with Francis had fundamentally changed her attitude to our marriage and the question of monogamy. With hindsight, maybe I was naïve in not recognizing this change before. But as I saw the look on Sue’s face and heard her words, I knew that, for good or ill, things had fundamentally changed in this part of our relationship.
Sue had raised the question about Brandon in quite a flippant and off-hand way, but as I looked at her expression I knew she wanted a serious conversation about it. As we talked about it, it soon turned into an unequal battle. There were two voices arguing in favor of a meet-up, and only once voice arguing against. The two warring sides of my brain argued evenly, one voice on either side of the discussion. But Sue was pretty much totally in favor of the idea. To be fair, a small part a couple of times she suggested a bit of caution, but for the most part, she argued in favor of a meet-up.
Seeing and hearing Sue’s enthusiasm both frightened and excited me. With Francis, with the exception of that single night at the gala dinner, it had mainly been me who’d made the running and done the encouraging. But seeing Sue’s enthusiasm to meet with this handsome younger black guy, I couldn’t help but wonder where this enthusiasm might lead us. I felt a shiver of fear and arousal run through my body, as intuitively I felt Sue’s desire for Brandon would add more excitement but also more risk compared to with Francis.
And it wasn’t just Sue’s enthusiasm that caused this mix of anticipation and anxiety. I may have been totally wide of the mark, but there was still something in those photos of Brandon that bugged me about him. Making me wonder what kind of a guy he was, and what his motives were in playing in this lifestyle.
But as I said, with two voiced against one, it was an uneven battle. Especially as Sue’s enthusiasm only served to give strength to the part of me that loved this whole set-up. The more cautious voice in my bed was soon cowed into submission. Just as he’d been with the whole Francis situation a couple of months back.
When we finally slept on that Saturday night, both Sue and I knew the die had been cast. And all that remained for us to do on Sunday was work out the details.
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The girls’ plan to meet up on Monday evening to discuss their progress with their respective guys didn’t survive the weekend. It hadn’t allowed for the enthusiasm of Jenny who seemed intent on getting her three friends to join her and her husband in the open lifestyle they enjoyed.
Sunday lunchtime found the four girls convened to a local restaurant where, aided by a couple of bottles of red, Jenny checked up on the progress of her proteges. When I picked up Sue at around two-thirty she looked slightly flustered.
As we drove home she told me the story of what had happened. Apparently, Jenny and Kate had already written to their respective guys. So Sally and my wife then came under pressure from the other two to hurry up and write to their guys, so that they could get a move on and fix-up the planned eight-way date.
Despite lots of pressure from her friends, Sally had said she was out of the game as her husband Phil unsurprisingly had cut up rough and Sally refused to do anything without his agreement. Jenny, in particular, had tried to get her to change her mind, but she’d stood firm.
And so all the pressure from Jenny and Kate had switched across onto Sue. When Jenny discovered that I was okay with the plan, as they finished their deserts Jenny had produced an iPad and in cahoots with Kate, they’d started drafting a reply to Brandon, on Sue’s behalf. Worried about what her friends would say, Sue had decided it was better if she did it herself. She looked a bit nervous as she asked me if I was okay with this.
I felt that familiar feeling in my gut as Sue confessed and I realized that almost certainly we were back on the emotional rollercoaster we’d briefly ridden with Francis. I told Sue that I was okay with this, as we’d kinda got to that point last night. To Sue, I projected as much certainty and calm as I could, but of course, inside I was a swirling mess of conflicting emotions and fears.
When we got home I tried to maintain a veneer of calmness. But Sue saw right through it, and as I made us coffee to help counteract the effects of the red wine, she plonked down her laptop right next to me.
“There you go, honey. I know you’re dying to read what I said to Brandon,” she grinned at me, her expression a strange mix of teasing and a shy blush.
‘Dear Brandon,
Thanks for taking the time to respond to my ad. You made me laugh, and so to put you out of your misery I’ll let you into a little secret. As you guessed, my real name isn’t ‘mama’. It’s Sue. Maybe a little more normal and boring, but that’s the hand I’ve been dealt.
From your letter, you seem a nice guy, and I hoped you liked my photos. I certainly liked yours!
Like I said, my husband, Pete is totally on board with this. He and I had one great experience with a black friend of ours recently, and we’re both keen to see if things might work out similarly with you.
If you’re interested in taking things further, why don’t we chat a little on Messenger or whatever you use? Get to know each other a little, and if all’s good we can meet up in person.
Hope this makes sense to you. Looking forward to hearing back from you soon,
Sue x (and Pete)’
As I finished reading Sue’s email I became aware that I was physically shaking. It suddenly hit me that this thing with Brandon represented something far deeper and more significant than what had happened with Francis.
With Francis, it had been a chance meeting, and he wasn’t someone who was into this swinging lifestyle. He was a grieving widower who was fundamentally a nice guy. We’d only really played for a couple of days, and then got cold feet. And while Sue and I had been having reservations and second thoughts, he’d been having similar doubts. With the benefit of hindsight, Francis had been a safe and comfortable option. Like us, a normal guy who had chanced into this thing for a brief time.
But with Brandon, all my instincts told me that we were dealing with a very different creature. The mere fact that he trawled these dating websites looking for white women to hook up with was of itself instructive. They say ‘don’t judge a book by its cover’, but I couldn’t help but keep coming back to the way he’d chosen to make his appearance slightly sinister. The look he had wasn’t the one that nature had handed him. Nature had dealt him four aces, a handsome face allied to a tall athletic body. But for some reason he’d chosen to add on top of this handsome exterior two features that turned him from handsome and normal, to handsome with more than a hint of danger.
Sue had gone to the lounge to sleep off the lunchtime red wine, and so I was left by myself as I pondered these thoughts. Part of me thought I was making a mountain out of a molehill, as I scolded myself for reading so much into just two fashion choices this guy had made. But another part of me insistently warned me that Brandon was very different to the gentle widower we’d first hooked up with. This guy was a professional player, whose hunting ground was the dating sites of New York.
As I looked into the lounge at the calm sleeping figure of Sue, I realized that if we went forward with Brandon we were definitely taking a big step forward in this lifestyle.
Barely two months ago we’d played for a couple of days, then stopped because we were afraid. And yet here we were two months later and we were about to start the whole thing up again. Only this time with someone whose personality and motives we really didn’t know.
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Wife LoversScarsdale, NY: Saturday 25th April 2015A sleepless night, the end of days?It was six in the morning and I’d hardly slept a wink. The last ten hours had been probably the most difficult of my life. As I enjoyed the small pleasure of my morning coffee, I wondered how a man with so much education could have been so stupid. I’d known Brandon less than a week and I’d been stupid enough to leave my wife with him.When I headed home, I’d expected him to keep me in the loop as things progressed between...
Wife LoversScarsdale, NY: Saturday 25th April 2015A sleepless night, the end of days?It was six in the morning and I’d hardly slept a wink. The last ten hours had been probably the most difficult of my life. As I enjoyed the small pleasure of my morning coffee, I wondered how a man with so much education could have been so stupid. I’d known Brandon less than a week and I’d been stupid enough to leave my wife with him.When I headed home, I’d expected him to keep me in the loop as things progressed between...
Wife LoversScarsdale, New York: Sunday 31st March 2019Hi, this is Sue.Pete and I have argued long and hard over whether or not we should share the fuller story that he shared in abbreviated form in Chapter 10. I love Pete and understand why he only wanted to share an abbreviated version of my final night with Francis. After all the things that happened that night, Pete just wanted to draw a veil over everything and move on as fast and as painlessly as possible. That’s why Pete’s description of collecting...
Wife LoversScarsdale, NY: Friday 23rd January 2015Cat on a hot tin roofThat’s exactly how I felt in the ten days after Sue and I took the momentous decision to see if the reality with Francis would be as good as the fantasy. (Only for some reason I could never picture a cat on a hot tin roof, the picture that always came into my mind was Dr. Seuss’ Cat in a Hat, complete with that tall red and white knitted hat. Go figure!)I was climbing the walls with anticipation and excitement. I’d waited for this for...
Wife LoversScarsdale, NY: Friday 23rd January 2015Cat on a hot tin roofThat’s exactly how I felt in the ten days after Sue and I took the momentous decision to see if the reality with Francis would be as good as the fantasy. (Only for some reason I could never picture a cat on a hot tin roof, the picture that always came into my mind was Dr. Seuss’ Cat in a Hat, complete with that tall red and white knitted hat. Go figure!)I was climbing the walls with anticipation and excitement. I’d waited for this for...
Wife LoversScarsdale, NY: Saturday 20th December 2014Checking the temperature, excitedly preparing for the dance date It was gone three when we got home. As we’d been steadily drinking since the party started at around eight, although we were both horny from the little game we’d been playing, sleep seemed a higher priority. But Saturday late morning was a very happy time in the Jones household, as we made out like love-struck teenagers.As we lay recovering, I knew it was only a matter of time.“Pete,...
Wife LoversScarsdale, NY: Saturday 20th December 2014Checking the temperature, excitedly preparing for the dance date It was gone three when we got home. As we’d been steadily drinking since the party started at around eight, although we were both horny from the little game we’d been playing, sleep seemed a higher priority. But Saturday late morning was a very happy time in the Jones household, as we made out like love-struck teenagers.As we lay recovering, I knew it was only a matter of time.“Pete,...
Wife LoversScarsdale, NY: Sunday 21st December 2014Two voices, pushing me in opposite directionsI’d had a strange feeling as I’d watched how Sue reacted to Francis as they laughed and flirted in the bar. At first, I’d thought it was all just part of the game we were playing, done for my benefit.But as I’d watched Sue, my gut told me she’d forgotten that the camera was there and that what I was seeing was the real Sue. As they talked and laughed, throwing off a hundred little signs of how she was attracted...
Wife LoversScarsdale, NY: Sunday 21st December 2014Two voices, pushing me in opposite directionsI’d had a strange feeling as I’d watched how Sue reacted to Francis as they laughed and flirted in the bar. At first, I’d thought it was all just part of the game we were playing, done for my benefit.But as I’d watched Sue, my gut told me she’d forgotten that the camera was there and that what I was seeing was the real Sue. As they talked and laughed, throwing off a hundred little signs of how she was attracted...
Wife LoversScarsdale, NY: Sunday 25th January 2015Sunday evening“Careful, they’re a little bit sore.” I felt Sue’s body stiffen a little, as if to prove the point.“Sorry, do you want me to stop?” I asked as Sue snuggled into my body and I gently stroked her nipples, as she lay with her back on my chest as we watched some mindless Sunday evening TV show.“No, it’s okay, just be gentle and go slow.”I smiled as I got my reward, her nipples hardening between my fingers as I caressed them, being careful to...
Wife LoversScarsdale, NY: Sunday 25th January 2015Sunday evening“Careful, they’re a little bit sore.” I felt Sue’s body stiffen a little, as if to prove the point.“Sorry, do you want me to stop?” I asked as Sue snuggled into my body and I gently stroked her nipples, as she lay with her back on my chest as we watched some mindless Sunday evening TV show.“No, it’s okay, just be gentle and go slow.”I smiled as I got my reward, her nipples hardening between my fingers as I caressed them, being careful to...
Wife LoversScarsdale, New York: March to August 2018Hi, this is Sue. Pete’s muse in the story he’s been recounting. I’ve been sitting here watching Pete writing about us for the last four months. And I feel it’s about time I put pen to paper to tell my side of the story, especially as sometimes I’m getting a bit of a bad press.I think the first thing I want to say is an echo of something Pete said a few chapters ago. He used a misquote from Shakespeare’s Merchant of Venice. ‘If you prick us, do we not...
Wife LoversKaronga, Malawi: Tuesday 17th October 2017“Jenny Cell.”After nine hours of a useless blank screen, my phone was now finally re-connecting me with my world back in New York. Only instead of seeing “Sue Cell’ or “Home” or something I might have looked forward to, it showed something altogether more surprising and confusing.I found my anger rising fast, spurred on by the fact that this wasn’t Sue on the line. I let the phone ring a few times. My mind going back to the role Jenny had played in the...
Wife LoversKaronga, Malawi: Thursday 19th October 2017Five thirty a.m. and my iPhone’s alarm was trying to raise a weary traveler from his soft and comfy hotel bed. As the hot jets played over my body my mind wandered back over the last day’s events.After my late night call with Sue, I’d only had six hours sleep before I had to go forth to face the world and the failing project I was here to fix.As the water refreshed my body and helped me wake, I realized my body was physically shaking with that familiar...
Wife LoversScarsdale, NY: Sunday 15th October 2017I looked at my watch. I’d been upstairs for a good seven or eight minutes, trying to avoid the round-the-group inquisition on sexual fantasies that my wife’s friend Jenny had instigated. In front of the full group of four guests, I had no desire to confess my fantasy of watching Sue with other men. Everyone there already knew about this fantasy, but the thought of having to own up to this unmanly fantasy in such a public forum was too much. Fight or...
Wife Lovers35,000 Feet above the Atlantic: Monday 16th October 2017 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fear. Excitement. Despair. No, that’s wrong. Frustration, not despair. And a strange bedfellow. Irony. Do you remember the kaleidoscope toy from when you were a kid? That was the mental picture in my head as I sat slowly drinking my seventh gin and tonic at 35,000 feet above the Atlantic. My mind turned the kaleidoscope’s grip so the prism turned. My emotions tripped between fear,...
Wife LoversScarsdale, NY: Friday 19th December 2014:With Donovan having flown off to college in the UK, Sue threw herself into her community work with a vengeance to help fill the hole left by our only child leaving home. Donovan, Sue and I normally volunteered at the local shelter and soup kitchen on Friday’s, and Sue was now doing an additional two evenings a week, which were usually Tuesdays and Thursdays. And this is where she met the man who was about to have a major impact on our marriage and...
Wife LoversScarsdale, NY: Friday 19th December 2014:With Donovan having flown off to college in the UK, Sue threw herself into her community work with a vengeance to help fill the hole left by our only child leaving home. Donovan, Sue and I normally volunteered at the local shelter and soup kitchen on Friday’s, and Sue was now doing an additional two evenings a week, which were usually Tuesdays and Thursdays. And this is where she met the man who was about to have a major impact on our marriage and...
Wife LoversScarsdale, NY: Saturday 24th January 2015Buyer’s remorseThe morning's first cup of coffee always tastes wonderful and today was no exception to this rule of life.But everything else that had happened in the last few hours was very much an exception. Wholly different to everything that had happened in my life before, and wholly different to everything that had happened in Sue’s life and in our marriage.I sat with my hands wrapped around the hot cup enjoying it’s warming effect, deep in thought....
Wife LoversScarsdale, NY: Saturday 24th January 2015Buyer’s remorseThe morning's first cup of coffee always tastes wonderful and today was no exception to this rule of life.But everything else that had happened in the last few hours was very much an exception. Wholly different to everything that had happened in my life before, and wholly different to everything that had happened in Sue’s life and in our marriage.I sat with my hands wrapped around the hot cup enjoying it’s warming effect, deep in thought....
Wife LoversKaronga, Malawi: Monday 23rd October 2017As the sun streamed through the hotel window, I couldn’t get the words out of my head. 'I see trees of green, red roses too. I see them bloom for me and you. And I think to myself what a wonderful world.’Louis Armstrong’s velvety tones serenaded me into another week. All felt good in the world. The project was still a mess. But that was only work. What mattered was that Sue and I were back on firm ground. We’d spent all weekend re-connecting and...
Wife LoversKaronga, Malawi: Monday 23rd October 2017Sue continued to look at me with that strange expression. I was really struggling to read her and know what she was thinking.Anger? Indecision and desire? Hurt feelings? I couldn’t be certain, but my gut told me she was going through all of these.I toyed with asking Grace to leave so we could talk. I was about to reject this and play some power game with Sue, but I knew this wasn’t the real me. It might have given me some small victory, but this had...
Wife LoversScarsdale, New York: Sunday 21st October 2018Of the four of us, I must have been the last one to see that there was already someone waiting for us in the private room. I was bringing up the rear, Francis up front pushing Grace in the wheelchair and Sue sandwiched in the middle.“James, what are you doing here?” Francis’ deep voice boomed out, the tone of his voice matching the surprised look on his face.“Honestly, I’m not too sure. Grace texted me and asked me to come over to meet you all. I’m a...
Wife LoversScarsdale, New York: Monday 24th September 2018All of the compliments and praise from my boss’s boss now seemed a distant memory as I screwed up the courage to park my car and enter the lion’s den. Once a happy home, this evening I felt like a poor grunt entering Snipers' Alley. From the cars parked in the drive, I knew Sue and Francis were in there. And to me that could only mean one conclusion to all the thinking Sue had done about our marriage.Taking the deepest of breaths, I left the...
Wife LoversScarsdale, New York: Saturday 4th August 2018Hell, I was tired. It had been the week to end all weeks. Wall to wall meetings, clients and colleagues who seemed hell-bent on bickering and arguing about every tiny detail. Somehow me and my number two guy, Steve, had managed to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat. But it had been a real stressful, roller coaster ride of a week.And now it was one twenty in the morning and I felt totally wiped out. My shoulders ached, my legs hurt from the long...
Wife LoversScarsdale, New York: 06:00 Sunday 4th March 2018I don’t know if it was the smell of bacon, eggs, and coffee, or if it was just her body clock, but it wasn’t long till Sue joined us in the kitchen. And in a matter of moments, I went from worrying about Grace’s plans and feelings for me to feeling a little like a spare part.I’d forgotten just how much Sue enjoyed having Grace around. The little sister she’d never had. They were soon chattering away about all kinds of stuff. Most of it was about...
Wife LoversFrom all outward appearances, my family life in the Philadelphia suburbs with my wife, Megan, is ideal. I have a great job in the city, my beautiful wife keeps herself busy with our two elementary-school-aged kids and volunteer work, and we have a reasonably good sex life.My name is Dave, and Megan and I met in college in our junior year. We were married soon after graduation. I was the first man to fuck her, so she really couldn’t compare with others the feeling of my four-and-a-half-inch dick...
CuckoldI worked for a sexual addiction clinic. The clinic was a spinoff of the Harding Santorum in Worthington, Ohio,Former President Harding’s brother George T. Harding II founded the Harding Santorum in 1916 to provide treatment for people with physical, mental, social, and spiritual needs and operated it on a forty-five-acre campus until 1999, when it became part of Ohio State Wexner Medical Center.Doctor George T. Harding VI Spun off the sex clinic and created the Harding Sexual Addiction...
Group SexDisclaimer: There is a lot of sex, but nothing to extreme or to long... So be prepared for it. Aside from that this is my intellectual property that has been submitted to "Fictionmania" and "Crystal's Story Site". I probably won't have a problem if anyone wants to post this elsewhere or continue the story, but ask first. And don't post on pay websites. Synopsis: Amy was transformed into a woman over a year ago, and then let out into the world. Tonight one of the people that were...
My third fur story posted here. If fur disgusts you read no further. This is not the same as the other ‘fetishes’ in so many ways. Indeed fetish or addiction? That is the question. A Psychiatrist’s fur seduction and Addiction. Melinda is fed up with George and his damned infidelity. She has done all she can but he is continuing his affair with his want-a-be-a-blond secretary only a few years younger than her young 26 years. Nothing she has done warrants this. She has been loving, faithful,...
Lose Your Addiction in Six Days Saturday She was his neighbor, but Jim could never think of her that way. From the time Kate moved in next door she was a goal for him. He obsessed over her sexy legs and butt, and those tits that jiggled just the way he liked them to. To him, she was sexy as fuck, and he knew he had to get into her pants one way or another. And now he was about to. It wasn't like Jim was sex-starved. He was well above average in frequency of conquests. But he...
There seems to be a lot of online debate about whether porn addiction, or indeed sex addiction, is a genuine condition or not. As far as the UK’s NHS is concerned, though, these are looked at in the same light as other potentially addictive behaviours. The explosion of access to pornography has played a larger and larger part in the workload of sexual health practitioners - and, due to the health issues that can be symptomatic of it, it’s now treated with the same seriousness as any other...
There seems to be a lot of online debate about whether porn addiction, or indeed sex addiction, is a genuine condition or not. As far as the UK’s NHS is concerned, though, these are looked at in the same light as other potentially addictive behaviours. The explosion of access to pornography has played a larger and larger part in the workload of sexual health practitioners - and, due to the health issues that can be symptomatic of it, it’s now treated with the same seriousness as any other...
I live in the Chicago area with my mother and older sister; my father went to prison on drug charges. He’d been in and out multiple times for possession and dealing, but this time he was found with enough to get him 15 years... He tried to cooperate and give up some information, but none of it played out well enough in his favor. Drugs, specifically heroin, were a real issue in my family… not for me so much, but my father sold regularly (but rarely used), while my mother and sister on the...
I’ve touched on this theme before, i.e., sexual addiction. You won’t like Bill very much when you first meet him but give him a chance to grow, mature and become healthy. He’s not such a bad guy after all. He gets his wakeup call from an unexpected source and turns his life around. Writing about sexual addicts allows me to include lots of really nasty and perverted sex but also the opportunity to grow the character and guide him toward redemption. * ‘Bill does that little cunt from the office...
35,000 ft, Eastern Seaboard, Sunday 04:00 5th November 2017Someone very smart once said, ‘When the facts change, I change my mind.’Four in the morning, still two hours left of my long journey home, and a less eloquent version was, ‘only a fool never has second thoughts.’I was definitely having second and possibly even third and first thoughts. In my case, the facts that had changed were that I no longer had Grace by my side and I’d no longer be eight thousand miles away. I’d be right here in...
Wife LoversIt all started with my first girlfriend in high school. Her name was Kaley, and she was a very pretty blond-haired cheerleader. I was just a dumb teen in love, and my naivety blinded me from all the red flags I should have seen. I thought we were in love, and we had plans to go to the same college together and everything. But that all changed one night during a high school football game. I had lost track of her; we were supposed to meet up to hang out with some friends.I eventually found her in...
Scarsdale, New York: Monday 12th February 2018I slept fitfully that Sunday night, waking a couple of times to a mind full of thoughts about Sue and Francis. The thoughts were a swirling mixture of arousal and worry. I loved the thought of my beautiful wife together in bed with her big African lover. But at the same time, I never totally escaped the fears and worries about where this might lead. Playing with matches were the words in my head.During my two spells of insomnia, I thought back to...
Wife LoversJFK Airport, New York: 21:00 Wednesday 3rd January 2018“Hurry up, honey,” Sue shouted over her shoulder as she scurried towards the departure area.“If you don’t hurry up …” before her words trailed off as she bumped into someone coming in the opposite direction.Working out how to respond to Francis’ proposition about accompanying him to Nigeria had been a really hard call. He was a good friend and we knew he was hurting and needed the support of his friends. Thinking it through and coming to a...
Wife LoversScarsdale, New York: Friday 10th November 2017Friday night is party night. Most guys all around the world were out with their girlfriends or wives. Me? I was stuck at home while my woman was out with another man, thinking to myself ‘how the hell did we end up here?’Sue and I were a dedicated, loving and conventional couple. Twice we’d tried something different, and twice we’d stopped. How does the old saying have it? Third time lucky.Sitting alone in our family home, thinking of all those other...
Wife LoversWe were consumed with our plans for Leah to have sex with a black man. Every conversation, every question and idea was about it. I couldn’t focus on anything else and neither could she. There was a nervous anxiety in the air, it was palpable but also worrying. My young wife not only wanted to fulfill my darkest fantasy, but it was now her fantasy as well.I knew she loved sex, but I never knew she would be so open-minded about this sort of thing. Was it a red flag? There had to be something she...
Scarsdale, New York: Saturday 22nd September 2018How had it come to this? Just a few hours ago I’d been spooning and making love to my wonderful wife. Declaring my love to her as she told me she’d always love me. And now, just a few hours later, she was gone. Nowhere to be seen in the house. Replaced instead by an envelope on her pillow, on a pristine and perfectly made bed.Back in 2015, we’d pulled the plug after a weekend of fun with Francis, thinking better of it. We’d survived the horror...
Wife LoversThe list: 10. Drank a girl-racer's piss-puddle from the floor of the car park. 9. Wanked off in a used-condom after watching couple fuck in same car park. 8. Me and some mates took turns spunking into our friend's sister's dirty panties. 7. Snogged a woman at a party after two guy's had spunked in her mouth. 6. Had sloppy seconds with a woman at a party. 5. Licked another guy's cum from girlfriend's pussy. 4. Paid an escort to let me fuck her with one of her client's used...
Introduction: Seduced into buttsniffing by the mysterious girls of Chalda leads to an addiction for a noblemans wayward son. The whitewashed walls and brick-layed streets of Sandava gleaned bright in the sun, unlike surrounding cultures such as Mandalva, Trocust and Chalda. Those people managed decent lives but not with the oppulence of Sandava. Shadi was the eldest son of a Sandavan High Judge and if he studied well and kept his nose clean, he was the likely successor to his fathers high...
Scarsdale, New York: Saturday 27th October 2018As I watched Sue’s tail lights disappear around the corner on that Saturday night, I knew it was going to be a long night. Before, when I’d been walking and thinking about whether to let her to do this, I’d been as sure as I could be that this would be the farewell closure that Sue said she needed. That despite Sue’s love for Francis, after what he’d done there was no real risk that she’d up sticks and head off to Nigeria with the man whose child...
Wife LoversJFK, New York: 06:00 Saturday 3rd March 2018I looked in vain but couldn’t see it. The engraving. Sue had suggested that we’d spent so much time at JFK arrivals recently that we ought to have our very own family chair or bench, complete with engraving.“Hey, honey. There it is. ‘The Jones family pew. Stalwart supporters of the airport through two generations. 1852 to 2018.’”My sarcasm earning me a justified punch on the arm. Then a wonderful warm feeling as Sue took my arm and snuggled up to me,...
Wife LoversScarsdale, New York: Early evening Sunday 14th January 2018Sanguine is one of those great words. I’m not smart or academic enough to know if it really counts as onomatopoeic. But I still think it’s a pretty great word that captures how Sue and I were feeling that Sunday evening.We’d arrived back from Lagos in the early hours of Sunday. This time we were Mr. and Mrs. 8A and 8B for the eleven and a half hour flight. Sue’s three rings safely back on her ring finger, placed there by her nervous...
Wife LoversHave you ever been addicted to something? I mean really addicted, like when you have an overpowering need to experience something that you know is good. When you want it so much that you risk the pleasure it brings, transforming from a moderate indulgence into craving it. Even when logically, you know you risk destroying it for good, but you just can’t help yourself. For me, my addiction is you. I have an overpowering lust for you. Lust, it’s a strange beast. Sometimes it can sneak up on you...
Straight SexOne of my favourite writers on Fictionmania when I first started was Verna Benson, I do not know Verna or if she is still among us. Since its now ten years since she posed anything I have written this as something of a homage to her stories. I've pinched loads of idea's from her to write this and I guess in a way she could be considered a co- author. Developing an Addiction. By Trish. I'll never forget how I met her, the woman who twenty years ago changed my life. It was at the...
"Hey, Bonica," she said, walking by with him."Hey, Trica, hey, Joe," I added, peeking at them as they stopped. "So, I've noticed you two have been together a lot lately.""Yes, good call on giving me her number, thank you, sis," he added, coming to me and hugging me.I hugged him back as she kept her eyes on us. Luckily, she couldn't see my crotch or his for that matter. We both shook a bit, but it seemed she didn't pick up on anything weird.After that minute, he peeked back at her without...
IncestScarsdale, New York: Monday 6th August 2018Central Park was beautiful this time of year. I looked out over the still waters of Harlem Meer, enjoying the relative peace in our bustling metropolis, enjoying the aroma of my fresh coffee. Glad to finally have escaped from the madhouse atmosphere of our home, finally able to find some peace and quiet to contemplate the future.In theory, it had cost me a half day’s leave. But one of the benefits of being a boss is that no-one really cares if you...
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