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Scarsdale, NY: Saturday 24th January 2015

Buyer’s remorse

The 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. Still reeling from what I’d watched and heard since I’d led Sue upstairs, and after orally pleasuring her, left her with Francis with the clear expectation they’d make love.

After the death of his wife, the large Nigerian doctor hadn’t had a woman in two years. And I’d seen with my own eyes how happy Sue had been to be his first woman in so long. And how Francis’ large black cock and energetic love-making had brought sounds and responses from Sue I’d never managed in our twenty-two years as a couple. As I’d watched them, I knew that I was hooked and that I’d want them to do this again and again.

But as well as this excitement, I’d also experienced some deep worries when I saw the way Francis and Sue were with each other. In some ways, this was only natural. After all, I was watching my wife with another man for the first time ever. Sure, I’d fantasized and we’d role-played for many years. But this was watching it for real, and I reasoned and told myself that there were bound to be some worries and concerns. But this seemed more than merely ‘beginners nerves’. My fears were based on the way Francis referred to Heidi several times when Sue and he made love, as if he was already mentally lining up Sue as a replacement for his late wife.

And it wasn’t a one-way street. The memory of how Sue had insisted on Francis telling her she was his first woman since Heidi troubled me. Why did this matter so much to my wife? Why did it matter whether she was the first, second or third woman since Heidi? It shouldn’t have mattered to her unless there was something in her mind that she’d not told me.

And then there was the way she’d told Francis that she ‘cared for him’. She’d not told him that she loved him, or anything like that. But a man would have to be a fool to hear these words and not be worried.

As I sat cradling my cup of coffee on that Saturday morning, these were the emotional memories that had been carved into my head during the last few hours. They formed a matching pair, the emotional imprints and the images and sounds that had been etched into my brain as I looked on as my wife gave herself to another man.

In part, I only had myself to blame. When Francis had cum for the second time, this time deep within Sue as he inseminated my unprotected wife, they’d kissed and cuddled. Then he’d started to get up to leave to go home. But like the addict I was, I quietly stole into the room and persuaded both of them it was too late and Francis should stay the night. I’d kissed Sue, told her goodnight and told her to enjoy herself. She’d given me a slightly funny look as she realized what I wanted, but she’d not demurred or argued too strongly. And despite Francis being five years older than me, at the grand old age of fifty, he’d managed to pleasure Sue twice more during the night. Now that his urgency and their joint nerves were reduced, if anything their love-making had been even more satisfying for both of them. And more bewitching and intoxicating for me to secretly watch and listen to from the landing.

So as I sat alone in our family kitchen on that Saturday morning, I had a full head of sounds, images, and worries. Sue and Francis had finally fallen asleep together in each others’ arms at around three in the morning, and only then did I leave my landing vantage point and try and sleep. But I’d slept little, as I tossed and turned, my mind full to overflowing.

Now I was doing my best to get my head straight while my wife slept upstairs with another man, a man whose sperm she’d drunk down once and who she’d now had sex with three times. Even just thinking of these four actions made me realize our marriage had been irrevocably changed by last night’s events.

Changed because I knew Sue well enough to know that she’d never look at these events just as some meaningless physical event. She just wasn’t hard-wired that way. Sex to her meant something. I was sure the only reason she’d agreed to go with Francis was that she liked the guy and felt some kind of emotional attachment to him.

Changed because I knew myself well enough to know I’d push Sue to repeat nights like this with Francis. I knew my addiction would always trump my fears and caution. Hell, it was less than twelve hours since I’d agreed with Sue to take things slow. And look how that had gone for me. My resolve lasted less than two hours, from when Sue left our home until I was telling Sue to tear up our plan and bring Francis back to our place so they could finally become lovers.

I knew I was playing with fire. Here, in the cold light of day, no longer controlled by a hard dick and an adrenaline rush, a big part of me wished I’d never started this thing. But that’s not the same as knowing I’d be able to resist when I was offered the next fix.

With all these thoughts in my head, I heard someone’s footfall on the stairs and I knew it must be Francis as it was far too heavy for Sue. I closed my eyes, wondering how I’d deal with what would be an awkward conversation with the man who’d just fucked my wife to heaven and back three times.

“Morning, Pete,” he greeted me, as my eyes took in his powerful body, barely covered by his open shirt and boxers. He grimaced, “Are we okay, Pete? After last night.”

“Sure, we’re good,” I replied trying to look a lot more normal than I felt.

Francis gave me a forced smile. I was glad he was finding this as difficult as I was. “Pete, I just wanted to say that last night meant a lot to me. Sue and you mean a lot to me. The way that you’ve let Sue and I become friends, and now become lovers … well, it means a lot, Pete … she’s an amazing woman, and I’d never do anything to hurt her or you … I just want you to know that, Pete.”

All the time he was saying this, Francis was looking at me earnestly, and I knew he was waiting for my reply. A big part of me felt like saying ‘fuck-off, she’s mine, she’s not your precious late wife, so leave her alone.’ But of course I didn’t, instead, I muttered something about ‘you’re welcome’ and ‘yes, she is a special woman isn’t she’ or some such claptrap.

I’d been so pre-occupied with this awkward conversation that I’d not noticed Sue’s much lighter steps on the stairs and was taken totally off-guard by her jaunty greeting.

“Morning boys,” she beamed, her night obviously having agreed with her. “How are my two favorite men this morning?”

I felt a surge of jealousy course through my veins as Sue kissed Francis’ hair and touched his shoulder as she passed. Thankfully she chose to sit with me rather than him, as I’m not sure I could have coped if she’d chosen him over me. She plonked herself down side-saddle on my lap, wrapped her arms around my neck, and gave me a huge kiss as she looked into my eyes and thanked me for last night.

Again, I repeated my ‘you’re welcome’ speech I’d just used with Francis, but this time the feel of Sue’s arms around my neck and her warm body next to mine made me feel a lot better.

Wanting another fix

Francis coughed and started thanking us for letting him stay the night, but said he didn’t want to outstay his welcome and better be getting back.

A few seconds ago, I’d have gladly accepted his offer. I don’t know if it was the reassurance of being physically together with Sue, but something had changed within me. More likely it was the way my cock was stirring under the pressure of Sue’s warm ass. But whatever the reason, I found myself making an unplanned offer.

“There’s no reason to hurry back, Francis. Why don’t you stay a while and chill out? After all, don’t take this the wrong way, but there’s just a big empty house waiting for you when you get home. Surely we’re better company than that,” I joked.

He laughed, “Well, I can’t argue with that. But I don’t want to impose, and I’m hardly dressed for it,” he said gesturing at his boxers and open shirt.

It was my turn to laugh at his self-deprecating joke.

“Okay, why don’t I cook us all breakfast. After all, the English are globally renowned for our culinary skill. And then, when I’ve clogged your veins with cholesterol, you can drive home and get a change of clothes and we can just chill for the rest of the day. Maybe grab lunch or catch a movie. What do you say? Or do you prefer that old empty house?”

“Shit, no wonder your husband’s a consultant, Sue. He’s full of shit, but very persuasive with it,” he grinned at Sue. “But only If you’re both really sure?” he asked us together.

“We’re sure, Francis. Now stop arguing, and why don’t you make yourself useful and pour me a cup of coffee, before I set my galley slave to work to cook us breakfast,” Sue replied, killing any final arguments from Francis.

As he walked past to pour the coffee, from the way his boxers were tenting out it was clear he had the start of another erection. I could hardly judge, as seeing Sue in her sexy nightie and feeling her ass on my cock had made my dick hard as well.

Francis handed Sue her coffee, but before he had a chance to sit down I shooed them away. “Right you two, make yourselves scarce. The master chef’s at work and I don’t you stealing my trade secrets, handed down from generations of Jones’s past and present. Go on, get lost. I’ll call you when the food’s ready.”

They both laughed. “We better do as he says, Francis. He gets all moody if he doesn’t get his own way. And if anything gets burnt, I guarantee you it’ll be our fault for disturbing his concentration.”

With that Sue lightly touched Francis' arm and led him into the lounge. Even seeing that tiny touch by Sue made my gut flex with jealousy. As the two of them disappeared out of my sight, I closed my eyes and wondered why I’d started this whole game again. I knew I enjoyed it, but I also knew the emotional price I’d have to pay for my fix.

Always a structured chef, I started arranging all of my ingredients, wishing I could be in two places at once. I cracked my eggs and pondered my dilemma, and then as the oil started spitting I had my Eureka moment.

We’d only moved into this house in the last year, and despite Sue’s nagging I’d not managed to get around to replacing the old serving hatch that linked the kitchen to the lounge. Setting the frying pan to low, I quietly went over to the hatch to see if it was going to be the answer to my prayers. I could have shouted with joy. The set up was nearly perfect. The small gap in the middle between the hatch’s two old wooden doors allowed me to see into the lounge. The sofa was just the other side of the wall so I was also able to hear the conversation Sue and Francis were having.

On the outside, looking in

I held my breath and strained to hear, desperate to once again enjoy the masochistic pleasures of last night. They were sat side-on and next to each other on the sofa, just a couple of feet away from the wall and the serving hatch. Sue was on the right with her arm casually resting on Francis’ shoulder and neck. My wife was smiling, while Francis looked a little more nervous.

“I tell you, he’s fine with it. Stop worrying,” Sue reassured Francis, lightly touching his face as she gazed at him with a softness in her eyes.

“I don’t know. He seemed a little bit off with me, before you came down, a little bit stiff, as if he was controlling his feelings.”

“Francis, look at all the facts. He’s wanted this for more than twenty years. When you made ready to leave, he virtually begged you and insisted you stay the night. And this morning, when you were saying your goodbyes, again he wouldn’t have it and asked you to stay longer. What more do you want, Francis? A signed, sealed invitation in triplicate to screw me?”

I saw a big grin finally appear on Francis’ face. “I guess you’re right. Put like that, it’s pretty overwhelming. It’s just, well, I don’t get it. Why would a man married to a woman like you ever want to share her with another guy?”

My feelings felt like they were being put through a mangle as I listened, but my cock had never been harder and I desperately wanted to hear where this conversation was going.

“It all goes back to his childhood. We’ve talked about it a lot over the years, and he really gets off on it. We’ve role-played about it more than can you imagine. We’ve even got a couple of toys we use.”

“What about you? Are you okay with it? With his sharing fantasies? With his watching games and role-play?” he asked, genuinely interested in how Sue’s feelings.

Sue smiled at Francis. “Honestly, I’m fine with it. I love Pete and if that’s what gets him hot. We’ve all got our own fantasies and kinks. It’s not really my thing, but I’ve enjoyed playing the games over the years. It’s kept our love life hot and fresh, and there’s plenty who can’t say that after twenty years, so I’ve got nothing to complain about.”

Hearing the two of them talk about me, instantly putting me on the outside looking in, brought back painful teenage memories. But it was also incredibly erotic, as the pain and the pleasure swirled together making my stomach churn.

“What about you? Did you and Heidi ever doing anything like this?” Sue asked, switching attention from our marriage onto Francis.

“No way. I’d have killed any man who came within a hundred yards of my beautiful Heidi,” he laughed out loud, “I’m the jealous, possessive type.”

“Oh, the big strong he-man type, protecting his mate from all the other predatory males in the pack! How primal. Enough to make any girl go weak at the knees … and wet between the legs. My big strong hero.”

“You better believe it, that’s how I am with my women. I’m not a sharer,” he grinned, I think unsure if Sue was being serious or teasing him.

And then the mood seemed to change as the two of them stopped talking and just looked at each other. The back of the sofa only allowed me to see them from the shoulders up, but the mystery of the change in mood was revealed when Sue shrieked out loud.

“I don’t believe it. You’re five years older than Pete and you’re hard again,” as her eyes twinkled and I saw a gentle movement of her arm.

“What can I say? You bring out the best in me,” the big African doctor grinned.

“And there was me thinking you needed something to eat to get your strength back. Looks to me like you’ve already got your strength back,” Sue teased.

As Sue’s arm continued to gently move up and down, Francis’ eyes glazed over with that look of sexual desire that all men have when aroused, and he gently pulled Sue’s neck until their mouths were locked together in a deep kiss.

They kissed long and hard, their mouths working feverishly and their tongues fencing hungrily with each other. When they finally broke, they just looked at each other, their eyes smoldering with desire for each other. Francis held Sue’s eyes with his own dark stare and eased the straps of her nightie down off her shoulders. My view was blocked by the back of the sofa. But as he reached out I had little doubt that he was playing with Sue’s nipples and boobs, from the way my wife’s eyes closed and she moaned with pleasure.

The big Nigerian doctor continued playing with Sue’s big boobs for several minutes, and judging by the way his other slipped down and Sue was biting her lip, he’d also started playing with her pussy too. He then stood up and got Sue to stand next to him. I could now see Sue’s chest, and her nipples were as swollen and hard as they’d been last night, her eyes hooded with lust.

Francis pulled Sue to him and they embraced and kissed, their mouths hungrily devouring one another. Then Francis broke the kiss and whispered something in Sue’s ear. Sue giggled, and I instantly was on edge about what Francis had told her. I didn’t have to wait long to find out.

“Pete, come in here! If you want to watch, you’ll get a better view from in here.”

Francis was now looking directly at the hatch and I had little doubt that he could see a thin slither of my face through the gap between the wooden doors.

“Come on, man, it’s okay to come in and watch. Sue says it’s your thing. You’ll get a much better view from in here.”

All the time he was still looking at the hatch, but I thought maybe if I bluffed it out I could avoid the humiliation of being called out on my peeping. But this hope disappeared in an instant, as the next voice I heard was Sue.

“Pete, honey. It’s okay, I knew this is new and strange for all of us. But this is what you’ve wanted all these years. I saw you last night, watching from the landing. Come in here please.”

But still I couldn’t get my legs to work, and before I could do anything, through my spy gap I saw Sue walking towards the lounge door. Seconds later I was blushing like crazy as my beautiful wife wrapped me in her arms and kissed me with the same passion she’d just kissed Francis.

That kiss took my breath away, delighting me but also making me feel disoriented. A few seconds ago Sue had been kissing another man with the same lips and the same steamy desire. She looked into my eyes and spoke, a wife to her husband.

“Come on, Pete. This is something we always wanted to do together. Come with me and be part of this thing?” her tone gentle, asking a question, not giving a command. Almost as if I was doing her a favor, to make her happy.

She held my gaze, as she waited for my response. I kissed her softly, my smiling eyes telling her that her gentleness had won me around.

She spoke softly so that only the two of us could hear. “Honey, I know this might be weird. But we’ve dreamed about this forever. I want you to hold my hand and watch. Watch while Francis fucks your wife hard and deep with his big fat African cock.”

Sue could see that I was shaking. She reached out to stroke my hair and calm me. “Come on, honey.” As she gently pulled me toward the door, my legs finally started working again.

Sue led me by the hand into the lounge. I felt like some naughty schoolboy being led by his mother into the headmaster’s study for punishment. I was aware my cheeks were burning red, and just hoped it wasn’t too obvious to Sue and Francis.

“Hey, Pete,” Francis greeted me, thankfully with little hint of triumph in his voice. “You don’t have to watch from out there while Sue and I make out. She’s your wife, this is your home, you should be in here with us. Sue wants you in here to watch us.”

I didn’t know Francis well enough yet to know if he meant this genuinely, or was being sarcastic with me. His last words about what Sue wanted making me think he was being genuine.

Taking a deep breath, I finally found my voice, realizing I had to stop being the invisible man if Sue was to retain any respect for me in this new part of our life. “I want to watch, but it’s all a bit weird and strange to me.”

Francis looked positively avuncular as he grinned at me. “You and me both, bro. I’ve never been with another woman with another guy there. Let alone her husband. Hell, back home I’d have had a ceremonial spear pushed up my ass, or an AK47 emptied into my balls if I'd done anything like this.”

Francis’ joke helped us all to relax a little. “So what do we do next?” I asked.

Francis grinned. “Well, I’m glad you asked. Speaking as one consultant to another, I think you should park yourself in a chair over there, and watch as I screw the ass of your slutty little wife. I don’t mind telling you she’s got me all hot and bothered again, and I plan on giving her another portion of black salami, and making her squeal and shout and beg for mercy.”

And then he stopped and looked at me. “Does that sound like a plan Mr. Jones?”

I’d just heard my wife of twenty years called a slut and heard how she was going to be banged until she begged for mercy. But for some reason I grinned at Francis, feeling good as we conspired in his plans for Sue. “Yes, that sounds like a plan doctor. I just hope the nurse appreciates your dedication and efforts.”

Francis and I smiled at each other like a couple of naughty schoolkids and before I knew what was happening I was sat in my favorite armchair as Francis grabbed Sue and positioned her standing bent over the arm of the sofa.

She was facing towards me and looked like a wet dream in this position. Her large enhanced boobs were hanging forward like succulent fruits and her ass was high up in the air because of the way Francis had bent her forward.

With little ceremony, Francis pulled the fabric of Sue’s tiny panties to one side. Then he fished himself out from his boxers and sank his very large and hard cock straight into Sue with one swift and deep stroke.

Sue gave a long deep moan of satisfaction, a woman now sexually fulfilled and completed. Francis just held her firmly by the hips, looking over at me.

“This is what she needs now, Pete. Big, black dick. Luckily, there’s a lock on my office door at the hospital so I can give Nurse Jones what she needs every day. Is that okay with you, Pete? Is that you’ve wanted all these years? To see Sue get a big black cock every day?”

He was grinning as he said it, and I honestly didn’t know if he was serious or expected an answer from me.

I didn’t answer, but Francis just continued anyway. He started slowly sawing that big thick African cock of his in and out of my sweet wife. Sue was moaning constantly, as she had to stand on tiptoes because of Francis’ height and had to hold onto the arm of the sofa to steady herself.

With one hand wrapped around her tummy and the other playing with Sue’s beautiful tits, Francis worked his glistening shaft in and out of my wife. Her face was now screwed up in a look of utter bliss as Francis’ big cock stretched her wide and plundered her depths. Again, Francis looked at me.

“See how she loves it, Pete. You can’t blame her really, Pete, it’s only natural after all. A beautiful woman being mated by a big African male. She loves taking it deep, Pete, Loves how I stretch her out, at least that’s what she’s told me. Do you like watching her like this, Pete?”

This time it was clear he expected an answer, and as he grinned expectantly at me I joined the game.

“Yeah. Yeah, I love watching Sue like this, Francis.”

“Does she look hot to you, Pete? Hot and sexy? Not your sweet wife, just a sexy slut needing a big dick to satisfy her?”

“Yes. Yes, you’re right. That’s what she needs. A big cock to fuck her slutty pussy and fill it up properly.”

I was fired up by the sight in front of me and the game we were playing. Sue was the love of my life, the sum of everything good that had happened to me this last twenty plus years. But in the heat of the game, spurred on by Francis, I agreed with him that she was a slut who needed big cocks.

And the game was just getting started as Francis carried on winding me up with his trash talking, just as his big cock was winding up my sweet wife.

He withdrew his huge cock from Sue’s body, and my heart burned with jealousy as I saw the look of disappointment on her face as he turned her over and had her lay face-up with her hips on the arm of the sofa. Spreading Sue’s legs apart, he stepped between them and then started rubbing his fat cockhead up and down the entrance to my wife’s body.

Playing a sexy game for Nurse Jones’ favors

Sue said nothing, but she sucked air between her lips as she squirmed and wriggled to try and get Francis’ huge Nigerian cock back inside her body. But he was enjoying the game, holding her hips firmly and not allowing Sue to impale herself on his cock.

Up and down he carried on, teasing Sue until she broke.

“Please, Francis. I need you inside me. Please, put it inside me.”

Francis just smiled nonchalantly. “In a minute, honey. But first I want to know, can I have your pussy every day at work? Will that be okay, Nurse Jones? After all, like you told me, people are having affairs left, right and center at our hospital. One more unfaithful nurse screwing her Nigerian lover won’t make any difference, will it?”

“Please. Please, Francis. I need you. Please put your big cock in me now, I need it.”

“All in good time, my dear. You haven’t answered my question yet. Tell me, can I have this sweet body of yours each and every day at work? Is that okay with you?”

Sue was beside herself with desire. She was now rubbing her clit to try and get some relief, and she finally gave in.

“Yes, you can have me whenever you want at work, just please put your cock in me now.”

“Every day?” the grinning Nigerian doctor tormented her, still asking and still not putting himself inside my demented wife.

“Yes, every day. You can have me every day if you want. Please, please just do me. I need you.”

“Nearly there, Sue, just one more little detail before I give you your fix of black cock,” he said as he sank just his huge cockhead into Sue’s vulva. “I just need Pete to sign-off on this. I don’t need an irate husband ruining my good name and breaking down my office door. Sue, honey, ask Pete to tell me it’s okay, and then I’ll give you your chocolate medicine.”

Sue awkwardly twisted her body in my direction.

“Please, Pete honey, tell Francis what he wants to hear. That you’re okay if he has me every day at the hospital.”

All of my earlier reticence and fears had disappeared. The reasons to worry hadn’t disappeared, but my cock was hard again and I was thinking with my dick, not my brain, as I discretely played with myself as I watched Francis tease and torment Sue.

“Yes, Francis. I want you to lock the door, bend her over your desk and fuck her until she’s hobbling like a newborn fawn, and you send her back to the OR with your muck dripping down her legs.”

Francis gave a full-throated laugh. “Do you hear that, Sue. Your husband’s as naughty as you. He wants me to fuck this tight little pussy of yours until it’s all stretched out and not tight anymore. And then he wants me to send you home full of my cum, until I do the same thing to you all over again the next day. How does that sound to you, Nurse Jones? Do you think you could cope with this big cock in your married white pussy every day?”

He’d already given Sue what she wanted and was now slowly sliding his big fat cock in and out of Sue with a methodical and steady rhythm. Sue’s eyes were closed and she gave no sign of having even heard Francis’ question. He kissed Sue and gave her big boobs a playful squeeze.

“What do you say, Sue? Does Nurse Jones want this big cock every day at work?”

My beautiful wife looked weak from the exertions of the last few hours as she opened her eyes and looked up at Francis, finally taking in his question.

“Hmmm … yes, that sounds wonderful, Francis. If Pete’s onboard with it, you can have your way with me every day at the hospital.”

I still didn’t know if this had all been some trash-talking game, or if Francis was for real. And honestly, I was on such a high that I gave it little thought. All I cared about at that moment was playing with my cock and enjoying the sights and sounds of my beautiful wife taking Francis big cock. Hearing her squeal and moan, watching her writhe and tremble as Francis fucked her through another couple of orgasms before spraying his seed into Sue’s womb.

Finally time together

Francis must have fucked Sue for a good thirty minutes before he finally roared out loud and shot his seed deep into her. When he and my wife had recovered, he grabbed a quick shower and after checking that he was still invited to chill with us he headed back home to get a change of clothing.

In fact, my newly-minted nymphomaniac wife quietly asked me whether Francis should also bring an overnight bag with him, as well as his change of clothing. I’ve never been able to deny Sue anything once she’s got her mind set on it, so I kissed her and told her she could pass on the news to Francis, which earned me a huge smile and kiss.

Francis said he also had a couple of errands to run and would be back at around one o’clock, which gave Sue and me just over two hours together. I shut the door behind him and headed upstairs to find Sue. I found her in our bedroom inspecting her body in her dressing table mirror. She was looking at her boobs and neck, both of which had some hickeys and other markings from her night of vigorous love-making with Francis. She looked a little concerned as she inspected her boobs more closely, and as I quietly sidled up behind her I couldn’t resist hugging her and cupping those beautiful orbs.

“There you are,” she greeted me in surprise, “I was just inspecting the damage.”

Sue sometimes enjoyed us being a bit rough during our love-making, but I don’t recall ever leaving so many hickeys and marks at any time during our twenty years together.

“He’s certainly an enthusiastic lover, I’ll give him that,” I added, trying to make light of it. “Maybe that’s the norm in Africa, after all, it’s a very different place.”

“I guess,” was all Sue replied still inspecting a mark on her right breast.

I gently turned her to face me and held her in my arms, kissing her softly. It felt good to be alone, just the two of us. “I love you, Sue. Are you okay?”

“That’s what I was going to ask you,” my smiling wife said, finally ceasing her self-inspection. “After all, I’m not the one who’s had to spend the last few hours watching my spouse being ravished by someone else.”

I blushed a little. “Good point. But then again, I’ve had a little time to get used to the idea over the years.”

“You’re not wrong,” Sue beamed at me, seeing the funny side.

But then her expression became serious, asking me, “Pete, baby, are we okay? Are you okay with what happened last night? With what’s happening here now?”

We looked deeply into each others’ eyes, two people who’d built a life together and who loved each other profoundly, both needing to know we’d not damaged the precious love between us.

Finally breaking the silence, I told Sue exactly where I was. “Honey, as long as I never lose you, then I’m fine, and happy with the game we’re playing. I loved seeing you so fulfilled and excited with Francis.”

I paused, choosing my words carefully for what I was going to say next. I wanted to be honest with Sue, but I didn’t want to scare her off. “Watching you with Francis, it can be hard sometimes. I wish I could give you what he can, make you squeal and sob with pleasure like he does. But honestly, that’s half the pleasure for me. Seeing you so amazingly fulfilled, totally satisfied by a superior lover with a bigger dick.”

I waited to let my words sink in.

“Sue, honey. Nothing I’ve said should worry or surprise you. It’s what we’ve been talking about all these years. It’s my lifetime fantasy, connecting with all my sexual desires and hang-ups. So, honey, please stop worrying. Being truthful, yes sometimes it’s been hard to watch, but you’ve just given me my lifetime fantasy, and I love you for doing it for me.”

There were tears in Sue’s eyes as she listened to my open and honest words. I could have carried on talking, filling the empty space between us, but I knew she needed to be the one to speak. When she was ready.

She still had a few tears on her cheeks as she finally found the words to describe what she was feeling.

“Pete, darling. I love you with all my heart. And I always will. These last few hours have been like a whirlwind for me. Physically, and more importantly emotionally. For twenty-two years it’s only been me and you. And then me and you and Donovan. But these last few hours we’ve allowed someone else into our marriage.”

She hesitated, and my stomach knotted up as I waited on tenterhooks for what she was hesitating to say, worried about why she had to hesitate.

“Pete, you know that sex is rarely just physical for women. Taking a man into your body is a deeply emotional thing. The act of having someone actually inside you. The knowledge that the two of you might create a child together. It’s very emotional. And honey, I’ve loved what we’ve done with Francis. He’s an amazing lover. And I’m really happy that you’ve enjoyed watching so much. But I have to be honest with you, love, it’s changed something inside me.”

Sue could see the look of panic in my eyes, and she moved quickly to carry-on.

“Darling, what I’m trying to tell you is that I need you to know that what we’ve just done has brought Francis and me emotionally closer. There’s an emotional connection between us now. And you and I need to be adult and open about this. If we carry on doing this, that connection and closeness are only going to grow and grow. And so, while he’s away, we need to be honest with each other. Are we ready for that to happen? Are you ready to see me grow closer to Francis? Is it something that I’m comfortable with?”

I felt a lump in my throat, as Sue forced both of us to face a question that was at the heart of the game we’d just started.

My addiction and the demons that controlled me had done their darnedest to avoid ever having to confront this fundamental question. Every time my fears or this question had arisen, the addict in me had stomped all over them so I could carry on enjoying my fantasies.

But my beautiful, smart and very practical wife was gently but firmly forcing both of us to face up to these realities, before Francis returned and before the madness started again.

She was forcing us to take the briefest of time-outs, to take a temperature check before we disappeared further down the rabbit hole into the new life we’d just started to explore.

I loved the feel of her soft arms on my flanks, as this beautiful woman looked into my very soul. This was another one of those memories from that weekend carved into my brain. My memory of how Sue’s arms felt so wonderful and comforting on my sides. My memory of how I loved those eyes looking at me, searching me and knowing me. My wonder and amazement at why had a woman like this, so beautiful and compassionate and intelligent, had chosen a man like me. My gratitude and joy that she had chosen me, and my determination to live up to this love.

With all of these thoughts and more overflowing, I tried to put them into words.

“Sue baby, I love you more than I can ever put into words.”

I loved the way she looked at me at that singular and special moment. A cliché to be sure, but two souls, born and grown on different sides of the Ocean, but united as one.

“Honey, I’m so lucky to have found a woman like you. To be loved by someone like you. You’re my everything. And thank you that you care about us so much that, however hard it is, you force us to face these questions. Trying to keep us safe.”

Our eyes were still locked together.

“Honey, provided you’ll always love me and never leave me, then I’m okay to know that you and Francis are closer today than you were yesterday, and that you’ll grow closer to him the longer this thing goes on.”

And then I knew I had to put on the table something that I’d been suppressing since the start of this weekend. I took a deep breath.

“Sue, last night you told Francis you cared for him and that you wanted to be closer to him. Sue, honey, I have to know, do you love Francis?”

It was like the whole world stood still while I waited for Sue’s reply. When her words didn’t come quickly, I felt a terrible rising feeling of panic. Had I totally misjudged this thing, been some kind of schmuck and patsy in a game I’d never controlled, designed by others? Such are the possibilities a tortured brain can create in just a few seconds. But luckily Sue spoke and told me the true situation, replacing my imagined nightmare.

“Pete, darling. No, I don’t love Francis. But that’s what all this is about. You asked me if I’ll always love you and never leave you. Yes to both, darling. You’re my life, Pete, and I can’t imagine life without you. I can never imagine never loving you or leaving you. I’d not want to carry on living without you.”

My heart leaped with joy, my huge beaming smile of relief making Sue smile in response. But I sensed a but coming, and I braced myself to hear the second half of what Sue needed to tell me.

“Pete, honey, what I was trying to say earlier. Well, that’s it really. I don’t love Francis now, but the way I’m hard-wired, if we carry on playing this game, we both have to be honest with each other, there’s a big risk that I do fall in love with him. Sorry, honey. It’s just the way I’m made. And that’s the truth you and I have to face. If we’re not prepared to take that risk. If we’re saying we couldn’t live with it if that happens, then we better stop the ride and get off now.”

I could see her body relax as she’d finally shared what had been eating her up from the inside.

“What do you think?” was this wonderful woman’s simple but life-changing question.

I started shaking because Sue had brought us to a point where I needed to share with her something I’d never had the courage to share before. I squeezed her hand and looked intently at my beautiful wife.

“Sue, honey. Forgive me for never telling you this before now. I was frightened you’d think less of me. But in all my fantasies, ever since I was a kid, my number one fantasy has always been that the wife falls in love with the other guy.”

I could see the shock and surprise in her face.

“Don’t get me wrong, honey, I’d never want to lose you to another guy. I’d die if you ever left me for Francis or someone else. But, provided you never leave me and always love me first, then I’m okay if your feelings for Francis develop into more than caring.”

Sue was too smart to not notice my omission, that I’d not managed to actually use the word ‘love’, and she gently forced me back to that word.

“Pete, honey, are you saying you’d be okay if my feelings for Francis grew to a point where I loved him?”

I closed my eyes, forced my pounding heart to still just a touch and answered her question. “Yes.”

I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking we were finally done, but my eyes still closed, I felt Sue’s squeeze of my hand and sensed there was one final thing.

Sue has always forced us as a couple to be totally honest with each other. And the truth she now forced us to confront came into that category. Her tears had stopped and there was a soft but firm resolve in her face.

“Honey, if we’re going to move forward with this thing and have Francis in our lives, there’s one final thing I think we need to talk about. You’re a smart man so what I’m about to say shouldn’t come as a surprise or shock to you, baby.”

I felt like I was dying, despite her words I had no idea what Sue was about to say.

“Pete, I told you earlier that I could never imagine life without you, or life not loving you. And I mean that with all my heart. But we have to be honest with each other. Once someone starts loving two people, there’s no such thing as cast-iron guarantees. The world’s full of lovers who said they’d never leave. So, if we do this thing, you’re going to have to trust me.”

“Pete, honey, I wish there were cast-iron guarantees. But the world’s not like that. Can you trust me? Because, if you can’t, then maybe we should get off this ride before it speeds up.”

I looked at my best friend and life-partner and knew what I’d say. Maybe it was a stupid thing to say. The wrong thing to say. But I knew what I’d say, just as I’d known I could never silence the demons within.

“Sue, I don’t want to stop. I only want to stop if that’s what you want to do. Tell me honestly, honey. Do you want to stop?”

Sue was shaking as we held each others’ hands, eyes locked together. “Pete, honey. I’m embarrassed and feel a bit guilty saying it, but I don’t want to stop either.”

A weekend of carnal lust

Sue and I were all talked out. We’d talked through our feelings, the risks we were taking and how neither one of us wanted to stop, despite these risks. It had been an exhausting and tiring conversation, and when Francis returned in the early afternoon, I think we were both glad that the conversations had to come to an end.

The rest of the weekend passed in a festival of carnal lust and desire as the three of us each used the weekend to meet our own differing needs. I honestly don’t know which of the three of us enjoyed it more.

For a man of fifty, Francis had phenomenal sexual stamina and desire. I lost count of how many times he made love to Sue each day. As I was normally a ‘once a night’ guy, I felt a little inadequate and overshadowed by how many times he made love to my wife. He was helped by one of ‘the errands’ he’d had to run, as he’d bought a cock-ring which he used for much of the weekend to increase his and Sue’s pleasure. (Later he confessed he’d also got himself a little chemical help as well!) Having been without a woman for two years, he seemed to have an insatiable desire for Sue. That’s why he’d bought the cock-ring, so that he could stay hard and enjoy Sue as much as possible. The only limit seemed to be Sue’s endurance and desire to avoid getting too sore. But, nonetheless, I reckon Sue must have spent at least three or four hours each day on her back or knees or riding Francis as she enjoyed his big cock for several lengthy sessions.

And Sue wasn’t exactly an unwilling participant. After twenty-two years only enjoying one cock, she was happy to confess to loving the feel and experience of being with a new and exciting man. The fact that he was a black man who she liked and who had a thick nine-inch cock just made the whole experience all the more exciting for my wonderful wife.

For my part, I wasn’t exactly unhappy at how the weekend played out. I’d waited more than twenty years to live out my fantasy, and now I was (if you pardon my French) like a ‘dog with two dicks’. The conversation between Sue and I had gone a long way to damping down my fears. Her comment about having to trust her and there being no cast-iron guarantees still occasionally rankled and made me worry, but for the most part, I just pushed this to the back of my mind. The way I looked at it, Sue was just telling it how it was, rather than giving me meaningless platitudes and half-truths.

But apart from the occasional moments of self-doubt and worry, I loved watching everything that happened for the rest of that weekend.

And my enjoyment wasn’t just limited to watching the sex between Sue and Francis. My fears now damped-down, I enjoyed watching the moments of closeness between them. In some ways, these little cameos of intimacy were more erotic than their full-blown sex sessions.

Watching Sue and Francis snuggling together on the sofa as we settled down to watch a movie on Saturday night was intensely erotic for me. Just watching the way they held each other, their relaxed closeness and easy touching of each other was a huge aphrodisiac to me.

I told Sue this when Francis was out of the room in the CR, and my naughty wife smiled and promised to make sure that I’d see plenty more scenes like that before Francis went home. She was true to her word, because knowing how it excited me, Sue made sure to play to the gallery, as she and Francis cuddled and canoodled whenever I was around.

But all good things have to come to an end, and so finally Sue kissed Francis goodnight just before nine on Sunday night.

As Sue and I cuddled on the sofa, we were each lost in our own thoughts. Physically close but in different mental spaces. I was pretty sure that Sue was thinking about her new lover, and when she’d next see him and be with him.

For me, I was revealing my true self. I was thinking back to some of the stories and fantasies I’d enjoyed in my adolescent years. And how my favorite part of these stories was always how, once the initial first encounter had happened, the couple’s life developed with a new man now embedded within the couple’s marriage,

And with a shiver of anticipation and fear, I realized that Sue and I were exactly at that point. We’d enjoyed an amazing weekend, and Sue would be working in the same hospital as Francis in a few hours time. And for the rest of the week. But the other thought that I couldn’t push from my mind was about the only piece of Shakespeare I’d ever bothered to remember from years of rote learning at school. The line from a Midsummer Night’s Dream. ‘The course of true love never did run smooth.’

I’d spent all weekend pushing fears and doubts to the back of my mind, and I hoped this silly half-remembered quote was just that. A silly, random thought, rather than a warning from my sub-conscious. With a deep sigh of resignation, I decided to ignore this thought, adding it to a long list of other things I’d ignored.

Sue and I had talked about it, and neither of us wanted to stop the game. I didn’t know if Sue had fears and worries, but if she did she could join me in ignoring them. All for the pleasure of the immediate high. Surely we deserved this shared reward after twenty years together.

Tomorrow was another day. The real start of our three-way street and three-way marriage. This weekend had really just been a taster of what was to come. After all, have you ever heard of an addict who stops after just the first fix? The nature of an addict is that he, or she, always craves the next fix.

Each fix needing to be bigger and better than the last.