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I know that I'm not normal, in fact I can probably admit (at least to myself) that I'm pretty fucked up. I wasn't always that way; it wasn't until I saw my wife fucking another man that it happened to me. Seeing her, and hearing her begging for it, has totally changed me in ways I could never have imagined.
Wanda wasn't my wife when I saw her enjoying another cock, but she was my fiancée. We were three weeks from our wedding when I stopped by the apartment that she was sharing with two other girls. I knocked on the door and one of her roommates came to the door and told me that she wasn't in, that she had gone shopping. I told her to tell Wanda that I'd stopped by and I turned to go. Just a little way down the hall I remembered that I'd just gotten a cell phone that afternoon and that Wanda didn't have the number. I turned and went back to the apartment to give the number to her roommates so they could give it to her. The contractor had really skimped on building materials, the walls were almost as thin as tissue paper, and just as I was getting ready to knock on the door again I heard Mary say to Joyce:
"Do you think the poor schmuck knows that his bride to be is down by the river getting a goodbye fuck from Eric?"
Joyce said, "Of course he doesn't. She loves him and doesn't want to hurt him. It's just that she has an obsession with Eric and even she doesn't understand why. He is an arrogant piece of shit and she knows it."
To say that I was crushed would be an understatement. I was devastated! My bride to be out fucking another guy only weeks before we were to be married? I just didn't believe it. I knew Eric and he was an obnoxious and arrogant asshole and my Wanda wouldn't have anything to do with him. I just knew it! But still, I thought, it wouldn't hurt to drive down to the river and see if I could find Eric's car. Eric's car was there and somebody was with him. I couldn't tell who; all I could see was a leg over the back of the seat and one leg kicking in the air. I watched for about ten minutes and then Eric and the girl sat up - it was Wanda! They necked for a while and then Wanda's head disappeared from view and I saw Eric lean his head back and I knew that my bride to be was sucking his cock - something that she never would do for me. Minute's later Wanda laid down on the seat again and Eric moved over her. I walked around to the other side of the car so Eric's back would be to me and I got up close and looked in. Wanda's hands were clutching the cheeks of his ass and she was pulling him to her while her legs were locked behind his as if to keep him from getting away. Her eyes were closed and I could hear her saying:
"Oh God baby, fuck me, please fuck me."
The words thundered through my head; they were the same words she had said to me the previous night. Dejected and broken hearted I stumbled away from Eric's car, got in mine and went home.
The next morning Wanda called me and asked me what I had come by for last night and I hung up on her. She called several more times during the day and each time I hung up on her. I went out that night and got falling down drunk and how I got home that night I haven't got a clue. When I woke up the next morning Wanda was putting cold towels on my forehead. I asked her what she was doing there and she said:
"I was worried about you. You weren't acting like yourself yesterday."
"Have you been acting like yourself lately?" I asked.
She said, "What do you mean?"
"What I mean is was that the real you fucking Eric last night, or a copy of you? Were you acting like yourself, or some one else?"
She gave me an angry look, "I have no idea what you are talking about."
I told her what I'd heard outside her apartment door and what I'd seen when I went down to the river. I told her to get out of my apartment and leave me alone. She started crying and begged me to let her explain, but I told her that I didn't want any explanation, that there was no way she could explain away what I has seen, especially the part where she had sucked his cock when that was the one thing she had absolutely refused to do for me. She cried, she begged and she pleaded and finally I told her to go ahead and have her say. She said she loved me, I was the only man for her, she didn't even like Eric, but she wanted to have one wild fling before getting married and settling down to be a faithful wife.
"When I say 'I do' it means forever and I didn't want to find myself wondering after several years of marriage what it might have been like with some one else."
She admitted to affairs with three other guys over the past month, but told me that none of them could hold a candle to me. She had never given me a blow job because she wanted to be able to give me something special on our wedding night:
"Something that I hadn't already given you."
To shorten the story, since I did love her, I caved and the marriage took place on schedule.
She was an ideal wife and as far as I knew she was never untrue to me from the moment she said, "I do", but there was a problem, not hers, but mine. I was never able to get the picture of her and Eric out of my mind and the more I thought about it the more I wanted to see it again. Finally after three years of marriage I asked her if she was happy with our sex life.
"Of course. Why would you ask me something like that?"
I told her about the thoughts I'd been having and she got angry with me, "I thought we had put all that behind us. I told you why I did what I did and that hasn't changed. I did my experimenting then so I wouldn't wonder about it after marriage. I'm not the least bit interested in anything like that now. How can you say you love me and ask me that?"
"How could you profess undying love for me before we were married and do what you did?" was my answer.
She stormed from the room and didn't talk to me for three days. But the thought was still there and wouldn't go away. Every once in a while over the next several years I would bring the subject up again until finally Wanda blew up and said if I ever mentioned it again she would leave me.
"If you want me to fuck another man just mention it one more time and I'll divorce you and send you a postcard from where my next husband and I honeymoon. As you read it you will know you're getting your wish."
I never did mention it again, but I never stopped thinking about it and that's all I probably ever would have done had I not run into Eric at a Home Depot. He was as arrogant and obnoxious as ever and he gave me his superior smirk and said;
"How are you and Wanda getting along? Did I do a good job of breaking her in for you?"
"Actually no" I said, "You did okay for the first four inches or so, but I had to open up the next seven on my own" and I walked away leaving him sputtering in the paint aisle.
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