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It was well past midnight when my phone buzzed.
As I picked it up, I could see it was from my wife. My heart immediately began beating faster, and my hands...they trembled slightly from the excitement, and anticipation I'd been feeling over the four hours she had been gone. I answered.
"Hey, babe!" I replied.
"Hey!" She said. "It's me! I just wanted to let you know that I'm fine. No problem. I'm still here with Duane. He's taking a shower, and so I thought I ought to call."
"Thanks, babe," I replied. "So," I went on, at first a little hesitantly, unsure if that was the right moment to ask her how things had gone between then them, but I was so curious that I did it anyway, "uh, how did everything go?"
Without a moments hesitation she replied: "It's been really good. Duane is very nice."
"So," I inquired further, "is he better than I am when it comes to fucking?"
"You sure you want me to answer that?" She said. There was a slight hint of a smile on the other end of the phone connection as she said that.
"Of course I do," I replied, and, as I did, my heartbeat stayed fast, almost as if I'd been running a moment before, but I was setting propped up in bed. "So, WHO'S the best in bed? Me? Or Duane?"
"Duane," my wife replied, without a pause.
"Really?"
"Yes," came my wife's reply. Then she asked if I was upset with her for saying that.
"No," I said, "I'm not mad. I want you to be honest about this," I said. Though I wasn't entirely sure just how to explain how I was feeling as I pondered her answer to my question. Anger wasn't exactly what I was feeling. Perhaps a better word to describe my initial reaction would have been a slight feeling of 'uncertainty', and maybe even 'wistfulness,' but definitely not anger, or even jealousy. My emotions were all over the place, but behind it all there was an underlying feeling of...excitement; but it was a strange, even 'bitter/sweet', sort of excitement. There was also a sense of something having changed in my relationship with my wife; something like a line, over which once it's been crossed, can't be undone; something permanent; irrevocable.
"How is Duane better than me?" I asked.
There was a slight pause from her, but then she said: "Okay, look. I love you. Okay? I do. I'm not just saying that. But, Duane is just a better lover. I mean," and there was another slight pause before she went on, "he's got a really big cock," she said, and then she added by saying, "and he really knows how to use it."
"And I don't?" I replied, suddenly feeling a stab of remorse, and frustration.
"Babe, maybe we shouldn't talk about this right now. Okay? I don't want to hurt your feelings."
"I'd like to talk about this now. Please? I just have to know! Okay?"
"Well, okay. You are a very a sweet and loving husband. Very thoughtful, and caring. But, your cock is...small. Okay? Plus, you don't seem to be able to last for very long before you come. We've talked about that before. Right? And when we have sex I'm never really...satisfied. Okay? But I don't say that to hurt you, babe. But, you asked. I'm trying to be honest with you."
"I want you to be honest with me," I replied.
"I'm sorry if I'm hurting you, babe! I don't mean to do to that. Really, I don't."
"I know that," I replied. Then, after a brief pause, I said: "So, Duane's got a BIG cock, AND he's a better lover with it. Right? And that's something I don't have either of."
"Yes," was her brief, but undeniable reply.
"So you enjoyed Duane more than me? When it comes to fucking, that is?"
"Yes," she replied.
"Are you going to want to see him again?"
"Yes," came her reply.
I didn't reply to that at first. Hearing that didn't surprise me. In fact, that afternoon, when she left to meet Duane (at the hotel I had paid a room for them), I'd sensed that she and I had already crossed that line that could never be crossed back over again, and do so unchanged.
I felt an ache, a subtle tightness in my chest as I sat there and I pictured her naked on the bed; having had sex with this other, younger, bigger-dicked black guy; her pussy with his sperm still in it, perhaps dripping out onto the rumpled sheets beneath her; and my own, much smaller, pale white cock was surprisingly hard at the thought of that!
It is said that when a man is executed by hanging, that at the moment the rope suddenly stops his downward fall, and as the noose rapidly chokes him; braking his neck instantly; that he has an orgasm; and that as he does, his cock experiences an equally rapid erection. The greatest orgasm of his life was also at the very end of his life. It was such a strange, and even counter-intuitive reaction, and yet I found myself thinking of that as I noticed my own erection responding to the things my wife was saying!
"Are you okay, babe?" My wife said.
"I'm fine," I replied.
"Okay," she said. "That's good. Because I still love you! I mean that. But I just really need THIS sort of sex. Okay? Do you understand that?"
"I do understand," I said.
"Because I'm going to start seeing Duane on a more regular basis from now on. Perhaps every week. I just want you to know that."
"Okay," I replied. "I understand, babe. I do! I get that. I really do."
"So, your not angry with me? Or with Duane?"
"I'm not angry at anyone," I replied, feeling strangely...exhilarated to hear myself saying that to her; and yet it was essentially true! Then I added: "I want you to enjoy the sort of sex that I admit I've never been able to provide you! I love you. So, of course I want you to be happy."
"That's so sweet," she said.
"Are you going to spend the rest of the night with Duane?" I asked.
"Yes," she said. Then I could tell that she was trying to answer something Duane was asking her. After a garbled pause, she came back and said she needed to go.
"Well, then," I said, "I'll be thinking of you."
"I love you," she said, "but I need to go now. I'll see you tomorrow sometime. Okay?"
"Yes," I answered. "I'll see you then. Take care. Have fun!"
"Bye!" She said. Then the connection ended.
I set my phone down on the nightstand beside me, and feeling incredibly agitated, sexually, I got up, and fetching a large handful of toilet paper, I proceeded to jerk off! As was usual, it didn't take me long before I was ready to ejaculate---and, as I reached that point-of-no-return, the orgasm swept through me with an incredible level of intensity; and as I watched my cum spurt out the end of my cock, the release was nothing less than tremendous; even though, at that very moment, Duane was likely fucking my wife yet again!
"Oh--god YESS!!" I said out loud as the pleasure throbbed throughout me, with it's warm and wonderful feeling of satisfaction; and suddenly, as the pleasure slowly ebbed away, I knew that THIS was going to be the way that I would experience any future sexual release---and I felt nothing but acceptance.
I cleaned up the mess I'd made, using more toilet paper than I'd originally thought I'd need, and after flushing it down the toilet, I went back to bed, and after laying there in the dark for sometime, I eventually fell asleep, and I didn't wake up till the sun was shining brightly through the bedroom windows.
I fixed some coffee,and sat outside on the back porch sipping it. As I did, in the cool morning air, my phone buzzed. It was my wife! She was happy sounding (and a little tired, too). I felt my heart rate rise as I heard her voice.
"I'll be home in about an hour, or so, babe," she said. "I love you!" She emphasized the word 'love', and that made me feel good.
"I love you too!" I replied. "Hurry home. I miss you!"
"I'll see you soon!" She said.
Setting my phone down, I took another sip of coffee, and sat back and waited for her. I knew that something big had occurred between us, and that nothing would ever quite be the same again. But, everything changes. Everything. Eventually.
The End
It was well past midnight when my phone buzzed.
As I picked it up, I could see it was from my wife. My heart immediately began beating faster, and my hands...they trembled slightly from the excitement, and anticipation I'd been feeling over the four hours she had been gone. I answered.
"Hey, babe!" I replied.
"Hey!" She said. "It's me! I just wanted to let you know that I'm fine. No problem. I'm still here with Duane. He's taking a shower, and so I thought I ought to call."
"Thanks, babe," I replied. "So," I went on, at first a little hesitantly, unsure if that was the right moment to ask her how things had gone between then them, but I was so curious that I did it anyway, "uh, how did everything go?"
Without a moments hesitation she replied: "It's been really good. Duane is very nice."
"So," I inquired further, "is he better than I am when it comes to fucking?"
"You sure you want me to answer that?" She said. There was a slight hint of a smile on the other end of the phone connection as she said that.
"Of course I do," I replied, and, as I did, my heartbeat stayed fast, almost as if I'd been running a moment before, but I was setting propped up in bed. "So, WHO'S the best in bed? Me? Or Duane?"
"Duane," my wife replied, without a pause.
"Really?"
"Yes," came my wife's reply. Then she asked if I was upset with her for saying that.
"No," I said, "I'm not mad. I want you to be honest about this," I said. Though I wasn't entirely sure just how to explain how I was feeling as I pondered her answer to my question. Anger wasn't exactly what I was feeling. Perhaps a better word to describe my initial reaction would have been a slight feeling of 'uncertainty', and maybe even 'wistfulness,' but definitely not anger, or even jealousy. My emotions were all over the place, but behind it all there was an underlying feeling of...excitement; but it was a strange, even 'bitter/sweet', sort of excitement. There was also a sense of something having changed in my relationship with my wife; something like a line, over which once it's been crossed, can't be undone; something permanent; irrevocable.
"How is Duane better than me?" I asked.
There was a slight pause from her, but then she said: "Okay, look. I love you. Okay? I do. I'm not just saying that. But, Duane is just a better lover. I mean," and there was another slight pause before she went on, "he's got a really big cock," she said, and then she added by saying, "and he really knows how to use it."
"And I don't?" I replied, suddenly feeling a stab of remorse, and frustration.
"Babe, maybe we shouldn't talk about this right now. Okay? I don't want to hurt your feelings."
"I'd like to talk about this now. Please? I just have to know! Okay?"
"Well, okay. You are a very a sweet and loving husband. Very thoughtful, and caring. But, your cock is...small. Okay? Plus, you don't seem to be able to last for very long before you come. We've talked about that before. Right? And when we have sex I'm never really...satisfied. Okay? But I don't say that to hurt you, babe. But, you asked. I'm trying to be honest with you."
"I want you to be honest with me," I replied.
"I'm sorry if I'm hurting you, babe! I don't mean to do to that. Really, I don't."
"I know that," I replied. Then, after a brief pause, I said: "So, Duane's got a BIG cock, AND he's a better lover with it. Right? And that's something I don't have either of."
"Yes," was her brief, but undeniable reply.
"So you enjoyed Duane more than me? When it comes to fucking, that is?"
"Yes," she replied.
"Are you going to want to see him again?"
"Yes," came her reply.
I didn't reply to that at first. Hearing that didn't surprise me. In fact, that afternoon, when she left to meet Duane (at the hotel I had paid a room for them), I'd sensed that she and I had already crossed that line that could never be crossed back over again, and do so unchanged.
I felt an ache, a subtle tightness in my chest as I sat there and I pictured her naked on the bed; having had sex with this other, younger, bigger-dicked black guy; her pussy with his sperm still in it, perhaps dripping out onto the rumpled sheets beneath her; and my own, much smaller, pale white cock was surprisingly hard at the thought of that!
It is said that when a man is executed by hanging, that at the moment the rope suddenly stops his downward fall, and as the noose rapidly chokes him; braking his neck instantly; that he has an orgasm; and that as he does, his cock experiences an equally rapid erection. The greatest orgasm of his life was also at the very end of his life. It was such a strange, and even counter-intuitive reaction, and yet I found myself thinking of that as I noticed my own erection responding to the things my wife was saying!
"Are you okay, babe?" My wife said.
"I'm fine," I replied.
"Okay," she said. "That's good. Because I still love you! I mean that. But I just really need THIS sort of sex. Okay? Do you understand that?"
"I do understand," I said.
"Because I'm going to start seeing Duane on a more regular basis from now on. Perhaps every week. I just want you to know that."
"Okay," I replied. "I understand, babe. I do! I get that. I really do."
"So, your not angry with me? Or with Duane?"
"I'm not angry at anyone," I replied, feeling strangely...exhilarated to hear myself saying that to her; and yet it was essentially true! Then I added: "I want you to enjoy the sort of sex that I admit I've never been able to provide you! I love you. So, of course I want you to be happy."
"That's so sweet," she said.
"Are you going to spend the rest of the night with Duane?" I asked.
"Yes," she said. Then I could tell that she was trying to answer something Duane was asking her. After a garbled pause, she came back and said she needed to go.
"Well, then," I said, "I'll be thinking of you."
"I love you," she said, "but I need to go now. I'll see you tomorrow sometime. Okay?"
"Yes," I answered. "I'll see you then. Take care. Have fun!"
"Bye!" She said. Then the connection ended.
I set my phone down on the nightstand beside me, and feeling incredibly agitated, sexually, I got up, and fetching a large handful of toilet paper, I proceeded to jerk off! As was usual, it didn't take me long before I was ready to ejaculate---and, as I reached that point-of-no-return, the orgasm swept through me with an incredible level of intensity; and as I watched my cum spurt out the end of my cock, the release was nothing less than tremendous; even though, at that very moment, Duane was likely fucking my wife yet again!
"Oh--god YESS!!" I said out loud as the pleasure throbbed throughout me, with it's warm and wonderful feeling of satisfaction; and suddenly, as the pleasure slowly ebbed away, I knew that THIS was going to be the way that I would experience any future sexual release---and I felt nothing but acceptance.
I cleaned up the mess I'd made, using more toilet paper than I'd originally thought I'd need, and after flushing it down the toilet, I went back to bed, and after laying there in the dark for sometime, I eventually fell asleep, and I didn't wake up till the sun was shining brightly through the bedroom windows.
I fixed some coffee,and sat outside on the back porch sipping it. As I did, in the cool morning air, my phone buzzed. It was my wife! She was happy sounding (and a little tired, too). I felt my heart rate rise as I heard her voice.
"I'll be home in about an hour, or so, babe," she said. "I love you!" She emphasized the word 'love', and that made me feel good.
"I love you too!" I replied. "Hurry home. I miss you!"
"I'll see you soon!" She said.
Setting my phone down, I took another sip of coffee, and sat back and waited for her. I knew that something big had occurred between us, and that nothing would ever quite be the same again. But, everything changes. Everything. Eventually.
The End
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