Wow, a lot here. I didn’t read all of it, but I can relate to WIFE OWNED, to a smaller degree.
As I posted last year, my wife and I (at the time I was 28, and she 31) met about 10 years earlier at conservative Catholic University and got married in 2020. Neither of us had much experience with others before we met and we always had good, but very normal sex life. We were both athletes in college and always stayed fit. But, she did come to be “OWNED” by another man.
Not to just repost my first earlier posts from last year (people could look for that if interested) but in afternoon in Spring of 2023, she went to visit a friend who had recently bought a new house in a town about 90 minutes away. When she got home in the early evening she was quiet and a few hours later, tearfully told me she had met a man at friend’s house, they began flirting a bit and, as she put it “we went upstairs and he made love to me.”
I was shocked, because we really aren’t “wild” types. I asked who he was, and she said he was older than us (early 50s) confident, and in her words had “very, very large penis,” which probably why so confident, LOL.
She was very apologetic and when I later asked her, she was honest and admitted he had not worn a condom, and had not pulled out and had ejaculated into her. She told me she had climaxed repeatedly before he had finished in her.
That began a strange time for us. Like the original posted described, it was real ROLLER COASTER for me, and eventually I accepted that he did OWN HER, sexually.
He pursued another date and Lisa agreed to meet for dinner later that week. I didn’t object much, in part because she said wasn’t sure where the night were going, and thought maybe he just wanted to take her to dinner for appreciation for their afternoon tryst. But, she didn’t make it home until the next day, and then when she did, she confirmed the obvious, saying “he fucked me again,” and that was one of the only times I had ever heard her use the word.
They continued to see each other 3 or 4 times a month. I did meet Geoff on the night of their 4th (?) date when he picked her up for dinner. For a few minutes he and I sort of “talked around” the issue, pretending they were “just friends,” and using the word “mentor” to describe their relationship. That was silly and I found it insulting, and was somehow relieved when we acknowledged Lisa would spend the night with him and, as she put it she would “give myself to him again tonight.”
The next day, he dropped her off in the morning, and while Lisa was preparing to go to work, he and I spoke some more and he said he was glad I was being “mature and understanding”, and when Lisa came back downstairs, they said they were going to continue to date, and considered themselves girlfriend and boyfriend and that Lisa would be “faithful” to him, which I guess was when he started to “OWN” HER.
Obviously I wasn’t happy to hear that, but wasn’t too surprised, since she had been telling me Geoff was “very gifted,” and that sex with him was “thrilling”.
Lisa and I stopped having sex, and she didn’t touch my dick at all. She told me that “for now” she was “off limits”, because Geoff insisted and she didn’t want to risk the relationship ending. She stopped undressing in front of me, although I would see her getting in and out shower most days.
One night I offered to give her oral sex, which she agreed to but after a few minutes she stopped me, saying “I don’t want your tongue in me.”
It was very strange and I went back and forth from frustration and hurt to excitement as I imagined them having sex. I noticed she was keeping herself completely shaved/waxed, and later that she had a heart with letter “G” above her bare pussy. I asked if it was tattoo, and she said it was only ink.
I would occasionally see Geoff while he stopped by, or was picking her up, and it was really him who would tell me more details, and he filled me in on what happened the day they had met and he had fucked her, and a few other “highlights” which surprised me and that proved he did “OWN” her. Lisa would get a bit embarrassed, and say “Oh, God, don’t tell him that!” with a laugh.
I slowly accepted the reality, and understood that it was possible Lisa and I would divorce, although I don’t think either us wanted that, – I was still her “husband”, but he was her “boyfriend” and her body was his, and he “OWNED HER” in that sense.
