Feeding an addiction A Three way Street Ch 11
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Scarsdale, 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 relationship.
A chance meeting at a Christmas fund-raiser
I knew nothing of this man until a Christmas Party we attended in late December. It was the Friday before Christmas, and the party was a fund-raiser for the homeless shelter.
We were chatting to another couple we sometimes worked with at the shelter, Richard and Jill, when a tall and heavily built black guy approached our group and greeted everyone with a cheery ‘hello’.
Richard, Jill and Sue greeted him back, and I learned his name was Francis. I recalled Sue mentioning a couple of times a volunteer of that name, and putting two and two together I worked out be was probably another volunteer from the shelter. We made room for him to sit at our table and he soon joined in the conversation we were all having about Christmas plans. Francis, who was a little older than the rest of us, said his three grown-up kids were all coming back for Christmas, as it was only the second Christmas ‘without Heidi’. As the conversation continued, I worked out that Heidi must be his late wife, who apparently had passed away about a year and a half ago. Obviously, when I figured this out my heart went out to the guy. He was only a few years older than us and had lost his wife. It really made me think about how you can never take your happiness and your loved ones for granted.
He seemed a nice guy and as no one else was doing it, I introduced myself and explained that I was Sue’s husband.
“Oh, so you’re Pete. Wonderful to finally meet you,” he grinned, “Sue talks about you all of the time. About all of the interesting places you get to visit, all those countries you get to help out.”
We were soon deep in conversation, as he quizzed me about the type of development consulting we did and whether I’d ever done any work in his home country of Nigeria. As I’d done a fair bit of work there, we ended up talking about these projects and about the challenges and difficulties the country faced. He was obviously an educated guy, and it didn’t surprise me when it came out that he was a doctor, adding that he actually worked in the same hospital as Sue, but in a different department.
We were chatting away like we’d know each other forever, and it felt really good to have made a new friend. I’ve got better as I’ve got older, but I’ve never been particularly comfortable in the party environment, as I’m a bit too serious and not great at small talk. Richard interrupted the conversation Francis and I were having, holding his glass up and shaking it to indicate it was my turn to head to the bar and refill everyone’s glass.
I couldn’t argue, so off I trooped off to the bar to top up five glasses. The queue was two or three deep, and as I waited to be served, I happened to look back at our little group. As I looked at them, I saw that Sue had broken away from talking to Richard and Jill and smiling and laughing with Francis.
Now over the years, because of my insecurities and fantasies, I’ve always been very sensitive to seeing guys hit on Sue or her flirting with men at parties or in bars. When she was younger, she was a fairly quiet girl, but as the years have passed she’s grown in confidence, she’s become far more outgoing.
From the early years of our marriage, we’ve talked about my particular fantasies and hang-ups and provided I know it’s harmless, Sue knows I enjoy watching her flirting and being hit on at parties. She knows it ties my stomach in knots, but that I also love the excitement and adrenaline rush.
Sue looked as sexy as hell. Being a disciplined gym user who watches her diet carefully, even at forty-one, she still had a great body. A couple of years ago, encouraged by a couple of friends who’d done the same, Sue got me to agree to her getting her boobs enhanced from 33C to 34D, which looked amazing on her slim five-foot, six-inch frame. I honestly didn’t think she needed the bigger bust, but she was happy with the change, and I certainly wasn’t complaining.
I’ve always loved showing her off and getting her to wear sexy clothes for my enjoyment and the enjoyment of other guys at parties, and tonight was no exception. As she stood there chatting and flirting with Francis, she was wearing a leopard-skin mini-dress with a short hemline and a halter-strap design that showed off her big boobs to perfection. With Sue wearing this sexy little dress, I saw sure that this must have been having quite an effect on poor Francis.
I continued to watch and there was definitely some serious flirting going on there, as they continued laughing and joking. I saw Sue touch Francis’ arm a number of times and spend an inordinate amount of time making eye contact with him. I was pretty sure that Sue was doing this on purpose, as part of the little game we often played, knowing that because Francis was a handsome black guy, it would get to me more than normal.
I was so mesmerized by watching this flirty teasing game going on between my wife and Francis that I’m sure I missed my turn at the bar, and Richard moaned loudly when I finally returned with everyone’s drinks, asking me what kept me.
The conversation picked up where we left off, only this time Sue was part of our little group. She’d snuggled up next to me which felt good and having had my buttons pressed by her little flirting game, I was looking forward to getting home and having a hot session together. I was already thinking that her colored toy ‘Sean’ would be making a visit to her pussy tonight as I planned to make up an erotic version of the classic doctors and nurses game.
After a while, the band started up and couples headed out to the dance floor. Richard and Jill were first up in our little group, and I saw a look in Sue’s eyes telling me she wanted to dance.
Now I’ve always had a pathological hatred of dancing, being hugely self-conscious and lacking in rhythm. In fact, my dancing’s so bad that when I used to lead a small Youth Group in a local church, the kids even prayed for my dancing! But from when Sue and I started dating, knowing her love of dancing, I forced myself to try and get better. But dancing is still something that I only do under sufferance.
Seeing Sue’s eyes begging me to accompany her out on the dance floor, and knowing that Francis had no partner, I suddenly had an idea.
I raised my arm high and with an over-emphasized gesture asked Sue for her hand, which was greeted by a big smile, As she took my arm, I turned to Francis. “Francis, as you’re about to see, I’m the world’s worst dancer. Assuming Sue’s still got enough toes left to dance, would you help me out after this dance and do Sue the honor of being her dance partner for a while?”
Francis grinned. “Pete, I hear you. I’m no Fred Astaire, but I’d be honored to accompany your beautiful wife for a few dances. The pleasure will be all mine.”
With the deal-sealed, we headed to the dance floor and I enjoyed the lovely feeling of Sue’s bare arms encircling my neck as she beamed up at me.
“I don’t know whether to thank you for helping me to cheer up Francis, or give you a piece of my mind for wimping out on your husbandly dancing duties,” Sue playfully teased me, but her smile told me that she was fine with what I’d done.
As we danced, we gazed into each others’ eyes, enjoying every moment of what was thankfully a slow song which was well matched to my lack of dancing skills. We kissed a few times, and for whatever reason, both of us seemed in a very romantic and loving mood. As the song ended, I was actually feeling quite sad that I’d given Sue away to Francis for the next dance. There had been something special in that dance we’d just shared.
As we headed back to our table, my heart went out to Francis. Richard and Jill were still out on the dance floor and poor Francis sat all by himself with his glass of wine. As we reached our table, he looked at me, as if waiting for me to say something confirming I’d not changed my mind. I felt good inside that I could make this friendly widower happy by letting him dance with my beautiful wife.
Holding her hand out in front of him, I made a joke of it.
“She’s all yours, Francis. I’ve warmed her up for you, and she’s still got all her toes, I think. Over to you now.”
He stood and grinned as he patted me on the shoulder, taking Sue’s proffered hand. Sue smiled up at Francis, who was a good half foot taller than Sue even though she was wearing four-inch heels, and he returned her smile. As Francis led Sue to the dance floor, I remember thinking what a handsome couple they looked. And of course, many of boyhood fantasies about beautiful white wives with handsome and masculine black guys came rushing back.
Over the year I’d seen Sue dance with plenty of guys at various functions, and it always gave me this bizarre mix of a knotted stomach and extreme excitement. But this was on a different level. I felt like I was having kittens as my pulse raced and I tried to control my feelings. I think the fact that Francis was black, his size and that Sue obviously liked him all combined to ramp up the excitement and anguish beyond anything I’d known before.
As they danced, everything was very respectable and proper. The first song was another slow number, and I saw Francis’ mouth move and Sue nod her head as he then put his arms around Sue’s waist and pulled her in close. Their bodies were now pressed close together, and I was struck by how much bigger Francis’ body was compared to Sue’s. Even in her forties and after giving birth to Donovan, she still fits into a size two dress size, and Francis’ body appeared twice as broad as my wife’s shapely body.
As they slow danced together, Sue reached up to put her arms around Francis’ shoulders and they just looked at each other. Even though it was only a slow song, I could tell that Francis was a good dancer by the easy and confident way he guided Sue around the dance floor. A million times better than anything I’d ever achieve.
The next song was a faster number and Francis made a quick detour to our table to take his jacket off, before returning to Sue and spinning and twirling my wife’s sexy body in time with the music, their bodies seeming to move with natural coordination and harmony. Sue was obviously having fun, as they both laughed and smiled.
There were another two fast numbers like that and then another slow number. Francis and my wife resumed their slow pirouetting, their bodies pressed close together with Sue’s arms again draped around Francis’ neck. The laughing and joking from the fast dances had stopped, as they smiled at each other, just happy to look at each other without any words needed.
When the song ended, Francis smiled and said something to Sue, and as her head nodded, they made their way back to our table. It was quite busy, so Francis went ahead of Sue, using his size to clear a path and holding Sue’s hand as he pulled her through the crowd.
As they reached our table, still hand-in-hand, they were both smiling and looking pleased with themselves, if a little out of breath. There was still no sign of Richard and Jill, and so I offered to go and get us all some drinks. Francis said it was his turn and got up, but I told him to sit down and that he could do the honors next time. He tried again, but I insisted, and he held his hands up in mock surrender and allowed me to get the drinks.
Playing a familiar watching game, but in a new league now.
I’d played this game of watching Sue with a dance partner at many parties over the years, and I was pretty sure she knew this was why I’d insisted on getting the drinks. It was a harmless little game I played, and it got both of us fired up later in bed. And if her dance partner had been a particularly handsome guy, then he might even join the roll call of the fantasy lovers we included in our love-making, with Jared or Sean re-named for the occasion.
And as I stood at the bar discretely watching them chatting and laughing, I thought that Francis would definitely be accorded this honor later. As we’ve become more comfortable in our love and marriage, Sue and I have been able to be totally open with each other when we see or meet someone we find attractive. And I could see that Sue clearly found Francis charming and handsome from the way she looked at him as they talked and the way she flirted with him. I was sure that later on when we talked about the evening, she’d openly admit how attractive and hunky she found Francis.
The rest of the evening continued in a similar vein, with Sue and Francis dancing much of the time. Occasionally I’d dance with Sue, and during the first time I danced with her again she smiled at me and started talking about my voyeuristic enjoyment of the evening’s events.
“If I didn’t know better, honey, I’d think you were enjoying me spending more time dancing with Francis than with my own husband,” she teased.
I gave Sue my best ‘who me’ look of innocence, but her smile told me she knew she was right.
It had happened at a few events in the past, but probably not for this length of time, with a single guy dominating her time so much. I don’t know if it was this or something else, but Sue sensed that I was more excited than when we normally played this game.
With a playful smile, she teased me. “Is it because Francis is black? Is that why you’ve barely moved from that damn chair all evening? Letting a handsome black doctor lead your wife around the dance floor, while you set there pretending not to watch?”
“I don’t know what you could mean?” was about all I could muster in my unconvincing defense.
Sue pulled me to her and kissed me lovingly. “Peter Jones. I don’t care what your motives are, and how strange they might be, the fact is I’m happy that your strange little quirk has cheered up a good man who’s lonely and missing his wife.”
I loved this woman, and she knew it from the tender look I gave her. We looked at each other for several moments, enjoying one of those special moments between a couple, before Sue lightened the mood with her teasing.
“And if there’s an added benefit, that I happen to get to dance with someone who can actually dance, and doesn’t have two left feet, then I should be happy about my husband’s strange little habit.”
Touché. She’d reeled me and sucker-punched me good.
By the end of the evening, I think I’d danced with Sue maybe five or six times in total, and she had spent the rest of the evening with Francis. During one of our few dances together Sue had told me that Francis was a bit worried that he was dominating her time, and Sue had explained that she’d checked and I was totally okay with it. But not content with this, my mischievous wife had then explained why I was okay with it, telling Francis that we sometimes played this game, where I liked to watch her dancing with other guys.
When she told me this, I felt myself blushing with embarrassment and looked at her as if to say ‘you must be crazy’. Francis struck me as the kind of guy who’d be very diplomatic, as you’d expect from a doctor, but nonetheless, how was I going to face him now without feeling hugely embarrassed. Judging by her smile, my discomfort actually seemed to amuse Sue.
Thankfully Francis said nothing to me about Sue’s little revelation, and after a while, I’d managed to put it out of my mind.
Finally, the band started winding up for the last song at around one a.m., and like the gentleman he was, Francis brought Sue back to our table so that I could have the last dance of the evening with my wife. I stood up as if I was about to lead Sue back to the dance floor, but instead, I kissed her on the cheek and took her hand and offered it to Francis.
“I’ve got this gorgeous lady as my wife three-hundred and sixty-five days a year. I think I can spare her for one more dance for a friend,” I joked with Francis, winning a big smile and another pat on the shoulder from the big-bodied Nigerian doctor.
“Thanks, Pete. That’s very kind. You and Sue have made my Christmas.”
I smiled back, genuinely happy to have put some joy and fun into the life of a guy who’d recently lost his wife.
Their last dance of the evening was another slow song, and I smiled as I saw them hold each other extra close during the song, as Sue nestled her head on Francis’ shoulder as they slow danced, enjoying the last dance of the evening. My jealousy switch was in overdrive, causing my gut to twist and turn, but I was happy that we’d given Francis so much pleasure.
The party had thinned out as it was now late, so there was no crowd to push through as earlier, but nonetheless, Francis’ held Sue’s hand as he led her back to our table.
The band said their thank yous and wished everyone a happy Christmas, encouraging everyone to make one final contribution to the shelter. As they started packing their instruments and sound system away, the hotel staff moved in to tidy, and I headed off to get our coats from the coat check.
As I turned back with our three coats, I stood a minute as I took in the sight of Sue and Francis’ hunched over the table in conversation. I took a moment to take in the sight, so strangely enjoyable for me, and thought how much I’d enjoyed the evening. As I reached our table, I found out what they’d been talking about.
“Pete, honey. Francis’ home is only about five minutes away, and as a thank you for a lovely evening, he’s invited us back for a nightcap. What do you think?”
Sue’s expression told me that she didn’t want the evening to end. I didn’t think there was anything sexual or inappropriate in her keenness to accept Francis’ offer. I remember thinking it was just a woman who had a stressful job and was missing her son. Who’d had a wonderful evening and didn’t want the evening to end yet.
With these thoughts in my mind, I turned to Francis.
“If you’re really sure Francis? We’d love to accept. That’s really kind of you.”
Still the familiar game, but up a notch or two
Francis’ home was only five minutes drive away, and as he handed us the promised nightcaps, we discretely looked around as you always do when visiting someone’s home for the first time. From the photos and assorted memorabilia, his home was a shrine to his family and the country of his birth. The walls were covered with photos of his late wife, Heidi, and his family. Some photos showed Heidi by herself, others Heidi and Francis together but most showed the story of the birth and growth of a happy family. Heidi was a strikingly beautiful blonde woman, apparently from Scandinavian stock, and their three kids all had caramel complexions from the mixing of their Father’s dark Nigerian skin and Heidi’s Nordic genes.
With Francis’ smiling encouragement, we walked around the various photos and we were soon hearing all about his family and life story. He’d come to the States ten years before me, in 1982, and had studied medicine at NYU. This is where he met Heidi who was training as a nurse, coincidentally at Sue’s alma mater, Myers college. Francis was lucky enough to come from a wealthy Nigerian family. They were quite liberal and when the young medical student took the woman he loved back to show her his homeland, they were welcoming and accepting of the young white girl from Minnesota.
As Francis’ well-to-do Father liked and accepted Heidi, they tied the knot about six months after they met and set up home together, supported by family money from back home in Lagos. Like ours, their marriage seemed to have been a very happy one. They were blessed with a baby boy soon after Heidi had finished her studies. But unlike us, Heidi was able to produce two more children, both daughters. The three kids had all now finished their studies and were not too far away. Francis’ son, Victor, was working in Chicago, but his two daughters, Esther and Joy, were both still in New York.
We talked a little about the passing of his wife, Heidi. She’d been struck down by a particularly aggressive cancer and had managed to fight it off until she saw her youngest child graduate, and then had given in to the inevitable and said her farewells to her loved ones. When Francis shared this part of his life story, the last days of Heidi, I had to turn my head to hide my watery eyes. I looked at Sue, and I think we both had the same thought, so grateful that we’d been spared ever having to experience such pain and tragedy.
I think we were all happy to move the conversation on to happier topics, and I asked Francis about some of the family photos. One that particularly drew my eye was the five of them posing on a couple of quad bikes in paintball gear, with the other four all seemingly kneeling in homage to Heidi. As Francis told the story, apparently she’d whupped their asses during the paintball event and they’d taken the photo to capture this special family memory.
As we looked around the photos, I happened to notice an invite to another Christmas fundraiser, which was actually later today. It caught my eye as one of the headline sponsors was one of our big competitors. Francis said that he wasn’t planning to go, as he had no one to go with and he’d feel quite awkward by himself. He said he didn’t really know anyone there, unlike the more low key party we’d all just enjoyed. This event was at a high-end venue in Manhattan, all black tie and designer dresses, very different from the boozy fun night we’d just had.
I smiled and joked, “Maybe you should take Sue! She’s always up for a bit of a dance and a boogie, aren’t you love?”
This earned me a slap on the arm from Sue, and a big grin from Francis.
“Thanks, Pete, that’s a lovely idea, but I think I’ve taken quite enough of your wife’s time tonight. Besides, Sue’s feet are probably black and blue from where I kept stepping on them, only she’s too much of a lady to have said anything.”
We all laughed at his joke, and the conversation moved on. But something had stirred in my mind, and although we were talking about the shelter, my mind was still thinking about the idea of Francis taking Sue to the black-tie event in Manhattan. Of course, I’d been drinking all evening steadily and so I wasn’t in my normal, sober frame of mind.
But the sight of Sue and Francis dancing together all evening had awoken the monster within. And now the thought of Sue spending another evening dancing with Francis was hanging tantalizingly out of reach, like that fruit on the tree in the Garden of Eden. And I couldn’t get my mind off this intoxicating thought.
After a few minutes, Francis left the room to use the restroom, and turning to Sue I asked her, “Honey, what do you say? Would it be okay if you were Francis’ plus one? If you went with him to the party?”
I honestly couldn’t fathom Sue’s expression, but she avoided answering my question. “Don’t be silly, Francis wouldn’t want to go with me. By the sound of it, he’d rather have a quiet night in at home.”
“Your kidding, right. You know he loved dancing with you tonight. Hell, I think he hardly sat down all evening. And he told us we made his Christmas. Are you really telling me he’d pass at a chance of another night of dancing with you?”
Sue pulled a funny face, a little upset at how I’d demolished her argument. “Well, anyway, it wouldn’t be right, honey. You wouldn’t be there, and married women don’t go gadding about at black tie dos with other men, in front of the great and the good. At least, not in my book they don’t.”
“Sue, honey, it’s only a dance, for heaven’s sake. Plenty of women go to dances with guys who aren’t their husbands. Honestly, as long as the husband’s okay with it, I don’t see what’s wrong. After all, he’s a lovely guy, who’s just lost the woman he loved, and so what’s wrong with making him happy with a little harmless fun.”
I paused for breath, wondering where this diatribe had come from, and softening my tone I added. “Honey, it would make Francis really happy. I don’t mind. And I know you’d have a great time. What do you say?”
Sue looked at me for what seemed like ages. She was thinking. And then her expression changed and a small playful smile appeared on her face. “I think this is more about my kinky husband’s little fantasies than about helping out a grieving doctor. Am I right?”
Sue was still smiling with that teasing smile of hers as she looked me directly in the eye, and I knew she wouldn’t move on until I answered.
“Maybe,” I answered in a shaky voice.
Sue fell silent, her face now serious again as she thought. Looking back into my face, she said, “Okay, if you really want me to go. But it’s only a dance, right.”
“Of course!” I answered, the tone of my voice giving away my surprise. I certainly had nothing else in my mind. I may have had my little fantasies that Sue and I had shared over many years now, but this was real life.
Months later, as I played back this moment in my mind’s eye, I wondered if Sue had thought I wanted something more.
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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: 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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