I came across a text message on my wife’s phone a month or so back, she’d asked me to charge it and it fell open as I picked it up. There in front of me were words “I so loved being with you this afternoon, your touch made my whole body shake”.
Like someone punching me in the stomach I thought what’s this, as I gasped for breath. She was supposed to be in town shopping when it was dated and I remember she’d gotten home later than she’d said, but brushed it aside saying she seen an old friend and gone for a coffee. And there it was a picture of her bare breasts next to her words. I felt my whole body shake uncontrollably, but I kept those feelings to myself, because I knew I had to. I was also so intrigued. Who was he, what was he like.
She had been so sexually distant for many years now, preoccupied with household chores and never wanting me in that way and yet here she was with another man.
It was just so out of character, she had never seemed particularly sexual, doing what she had to do, although once she actually got aroused she loved it and nearly always orgasmed.
In our early days we had sex all the time. One of her things was she used to finger around my arsehole and put a finger in a little way while wanking me with her other hand as I caressed and licked her from above; I always wondered where she’d learnt that from but never said anything because she didn’t like talking about such things. She loved to have her big thick nipples pulled and twisted and could even orgasm from long nipple stimulation if she had got really worked up. But that had been so long ago now. I felt she thought all that had to be done then and she didn’t have to do that kind of thing anymore.
She wasn’t a prude and often never wore a bra, but this was okay because she said it was natural. She even let me go down on her, but I had to persist for this because she thought she was ugly down there and it wasn’t nice! But she always orgasmed from it I have to say.
This is the picture she sent
But gradually over the years her desire waned; and there was always a reason not to do it, not to have sexual contact. After many ‘talks about feelings’ I just stopped bothering and we both adjusted to a non-sexual marriage. And it seemed that was the way it was. I looked at porn and masturbated and she read novels in her bed now. So to find out she was cheating. Wow, it just gutted me, left me gasping for breath and sick in the pit of my stomach, shaking. But in a curious way I could not understand I wanted to know so much, all I could about him, what he was like that that was so magical to her that she could want him over me; me who had tried for years to arouse her in all ways I could but to no avail. I loved her and I desired her beautiful mature body so much it was hard to describe, but had always been rejected in that way. She made a great wife in all the other companion ways but not that. And yet here she was opening her body to another man. How could she; how could she? I felt broken, like I’d never known her fully at all at this elder stage of our lives. All I’d ever wanted was a full marriage. And yet here she was doing things and wanting another.
But like so many others I’ve read about, in bed alone I masturbated to the thought of her doing things with him. Of her kissing him which she’d never seemed really into, of her holding his cock and stroking him up and down as he probably put his fingers in her and felt her hot wetness as he felt her soft smooth skin on his. And as he raised on his knees beside her to suck on her thick nipples as I had once done, she fingered around his arsehole, gently inserting her fingers in him rhythmically, driving him to extasy. And ultimately, she spread her thighs and opened her hairy vagina and he felt what I had known, her hot burning pussy gripping him so tight as he thrust back and forth. She always gripped so hard when she came I had to fight like mad against her to keep my cock in such was her abandon once I got her to that level of lust. I had to try and balance these thoughts with the fact that she had become so straight laced. It was so difficult to take all this in. At the same time as I imagined all these sorts of things about them, I got so turned on and had such erections I’d not had in years. My wife with another man, doing things, it was just unbelievable. But it got my cock so hard and I just thought I’d love to see them and what she actually does and says, even though it would cause me so much pain and heartache; at the same time though I’d probably cum hands free such would be my sexual excitement.
Like someone punching me in the stomach I thought what’s this, as I gasped for breath. She was supposed to be in town shopping when it was dated and I remember she’d gotten home later than she’d said, but brushed it aside saying she seen an old friend and gone for a coffee. And there it was a picture of her bare breasts next to her words. I felt my whole body shake uncontrollably, but I kept those feelings to myself, because I knew I had to. I was also so intrigued. Who was he, what was he like.
She had been so sexually distant for many years now, preoccupied with household chores and never wanting me in that way and yet here she was with another man.
It was just so out of character, she had never seemed particularly sexual, doing what she had to do, although once she actually got aroused she loved it and nearly always orgasmed.
In our early days we had sex all the time. One of her things was she used to finger around my arsehole and put a finger in a little way while wanking me with her other hand as I caressed and licked her from above; I always wondered where she’d learnt that from but never said anything because she didn’t like talking about such things. She loved to have her big thick nipples pulled and twisted and could even orgasm from long nipple stimulation if she had got really worked up. But that had been so long ago now. I felt she thought all that had to be done then and she didn’t have to do that kind of thing anymore.
She wasn’t a prude and often never wore a bra, but this was okay because she said it was natural. She even let me go down on her, but I had to persist for this because she thought she was ugly down there and it wasn’t nice! But she always orgasmed from it I have to say.
This is the picture she sent
But gradually over the years her desire waned; and there was always a reason not to do it, not to have sexual contact. After many ‘talks about feelings’ I just stopped bothering and we both adjusted to a non-sexual marriage. And it seemed that was the way it was. I looked at porn and masturbated and she read novels in her bed now. So to find out she was cheating. Wow, it just gutted me, left me gasping for breath and sick in the pit of my stomach, shaking. But in a curious way I could not understand I wanted to know so much, all I could about him, what he was like that that was so magical to her that she could want him over me; me who had tried for years to arouse her in all ways I could but to no avail. I loved her and I desired her beautiful mature body so much it was hard to describe, but had always been rejected in that way. She made a great wife in all the other companion ways but not that. And yet here she was opening her body to another man. How could she; how could she? I felt broken, like I’d never known her fully at all at this elder stage of our lives. All I’d ever wanted was a full marriage. And yet here she was doing things and wanting another.
But like so many others I’ve read about, in bed alone I masturbated to the thought of her doing things with him. Of her kissing him which she’d never seemed really into, of her holding his cock and stroking him up and down as he probably put his fingers in her and felt her hot wetness as he felt her soft smooth skin on his. And as he raised on his knees beside her to suck on her thick nipples as I had once done, she fingered around his arsehole, gently inserting her fingers in him rhythmically, driving him to extasy. And ultimately, she spread her thighs and opened her hairy vagina and he felt what I had known, her hot burning pussy gripping him so tight as he thrust back and forth. She always gripped so hard when she came I had to fight like mad against her to keep my cock in such was her abandon once I got her to that level of lust. I had to try and balance these thoughts with the fact that she had become so straight laced. It was so difficult to take all this in. At the same time as I imagined all these sorts of things about them, I got so turned on and had such erections I’d not had in years. My wife with another man, doing things, it was just unbelievable. But it got my cock so hard and I just thought I’d love to see them and what she actually does and says, even though it would cause me so much pain and heartache; at the same time though I’d probably cum hands free such would be my sexual excitement.
