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Tempest and Tryst
by OscarPaco (oscarpaco@aol.com)
***
Sometimes when I watch Joanna having sex with Marcus, I
can't believe she's my wife. Or better said: I can't
believe it's the same woman who sleeps with me every
night, who lives in my house, who takes care of our
child when I am away at work or on a business trip. But
it's her alright, and the videos tell me plainly that
she enjoys the time she spends with Marcus. (MMF, wife,
cheating, voy)
***
The first time I saw the two of them together, it was a
complete accident, and though it took awhile for the
shock to wear off, I can't say that I was all that
surprised that things had developed the way they did.
And oddly enough, I didn't blow my top, I didn't
overreact, and in fact, I didn't even bring it up.
Oh sure, I went through quite the roller coaster ride
of emotions -- including rage, depression, quiet anger
and extreme jealousy -- but it wasn't my nature to make
a mess out of things, even though I did consider,
albeit briefly, packing my stuff and moving out on her.
Marcus had moved into the apartment building that sits
on the corner of our neighborhood, right next to our
house, and it didn't take Joanna long to spot him. And
I had to admit, he was a gorgeous man: six feet tall,
with curly dark hair past his shoulders, a handsome
face and eyes that were at once kind, intense and
inquisitive. It didn't really bother me, either, when
Joanna pointed how attractive he was.
We weren't your average jealous couple and had had a
relatively open ten year marriage -- at least open in
the sense that neither of us ever hesitated to point
other people we found attractive. It had become a fun
little game to play when we were in public. "What about
her?" Joanna would say when an athletic teenage girl
would walk by. "How 'bout that guy?" I'd say when a
youthful pretty boy came into our view. It was fun and
mostly innocent.
I say mostly because, like many healthy married
couples, we liked to spice up our love making with
fantasies that often involved other people. We never
exactly did roll playing, but we did make a habit of
being descriptive and vocal at times. "Pretend I'm that
young girl you saw at the mall," Joanna would say as
she unsnapped my jeans. "Imagine I'm the sixteen year
old kid down the block," I'd whisper in her ear as I
entered her.
These little games always seemed to involve younger
people, too, so I was taken aback a bit when Marcus
entered our playfulness one night. He appeared to be
our age -- early thirties -- and though he was
certainly a pretty boy (Joanna's preference in men), he
possessed a kind of gruff manliness that Joanna
generally stays away from.
The afternoon that I first discovered their affair came
about due to a series of freak circumstances far beyond
the norm. Our son was at school, and Joanna had a rare
day off in the middle of the week. I had taken the car
to work and had planned to surprise by coming home for
lunch -- the kind of sexy lunch that more married
couples should explore. I had no way of knowing how my
surprise would wind up altering everything in our
relationship.
The car had been acting up for a week, but we hadn't
taken to the shop because it didn't seem that serious.
I found out how wrong we were when I pulled into the
other side of the neighborhood and the car simply gave
out on me. Feeling lucky that I was so close to home, I
decided to walk the distance to the house, then call a
tow truck from there. All hopes of an afternoon tryst
vanished as I walked the several blocks, cursing my
dumb luck the whole way.
I noticed nothing unusual as I walked up to the house
and came in the screen door in front. I wasn't
particularly quiet, but neither I guess was I
particularly loud. Otherwise, I would have been heard.
Usually, I would drop my keys on the stand by the front
door, but for strangest reasons I didn't that
afternoon. And oddly, I didn't take my usual path to
the kitchen, where I figured Joanna would be.
Our house has been called a "ranch turned sideways,"
and indeed it is. It is long and relatively narrow,
with side yards that are bigger than the front and
back. At first we found the floor plan annoying, but
over time we'd come to love it, especially since our
son's bedroom was in the back of the house, just off
the kitchen, and ours was in the front, leaving us a
great deal of needed privacy.
Normally, I walked the long corridor that ultimately
connected the front to the back of the house. Today,
though, I went through the large front room and then
into the dining room, which is connected to the kitchen
by a long nook and bar. I got more intimate with that
nook and bar that day than I ever would have imagined.
Upon entering the dining room, I heard the first
sounds: muffled voices, low moans, and quiet gasping. I
stopped dead in my tracks when I saw them. Their backs
were to me, and they faced the counter that held the
sink. Marcus had his pants around his ankles and
Joanna, with her back to Marcus, was nearly naked. It
didn't take long to figure out what was going on.
Almost in a daze, I sidestepped over by the wall that
held the nook and gazed in shock at the two of them
making slow, clearly enjoyable love. "You like that
don't you?" Marcus said, barely loud enough for me to
hear.
"Yes," said Joanna, panting to the rhythm of his body
as it danced against her backside. "It's so deep and so
thick."
I watched for a few more minutes, my heart racing, my
body temperature risen to dangerous heights. I didn't
know what to do, so I did nothing but watch. And
listen. As another man -- a tight, muscular, handsome
man, I might add -- made love to my wife. I was
paralyzed -- with fear, jealousy, confusion, anger,
sadness. But the image held me motionless.
Then, much to my amazement, I heard Joanna announcing
that she was coming, something she never did,
unfortunately, when we made love. No doubt with my
mouth hanging open in disbelieve, I watched as her body
leaped into those all-too-familiar paroxysms of climax.
And while she was normally rather quiet (something that
happens after you have kids), she was now quite vocal
as her body swayed spasmodically from side to side, her
beautiful blonde hair sprawling as she shook her head
with the orgasm.
Once she had finished, her body slumped forward onto
the counter, and Marcus bent down to kiss on the
shoulders, on her neck, which she loves, and finally on
her mouth, when she turned to look up at him. She
smiled that smile that made me fall in love with her in
the first place and said, "That was wonderful."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing, nor what I was
seeing. I felt strangely inadequate as I crouched there
by the wall -- and even more strangely aroused, though
I wasn't erect. There was something touching in all of
this, almost as if I had been allowed to see a side of
my wife that she felt too shy to show me when the two
of us were alone, and as I watched, I began to feel the
anger and jealousy drifting away from my body,
dissipating in thin air.
I was not prepared for what happened next. With a
wicked smile, Marcus said to her, "Do you want to taste
us?"
Joanna just smiled, turned toward him, and crouched in
front of him.
Joanna and I had done this, and I in particular had
always loved it. But since she had never enjoyed her
own taste, we had not made it a part of our lovemaking.
I wondered as I watched the mini-drama unfolding in the
next room if this weren't the first time for them, if
it weren't simply the experimental phase. I discovered
later, when she showed me the video tapes, that I was
wrong about that.
She crouched before him, and Marcus turned to face her
more fully. I got my first view of his cock. And I must
say, the image startled me more than I was prepared
for. Not only was his prick significantly thick, its
hue was a kind of dark olive that, with Joanna's juices
glistening on the shaft, shimmered in the afternoon
light. I had to admit: it was a beautiful penis.
For the next five minutes, I watched in a trance as my
wife pleasured Marcus. I had watched her go down on me
in the mirror many times, but this was an altogether
different sight. For one, his penis was larger than
mine and therefore a little intimidating for Joanna's
small mouth; and for two, the color of his shaft
presented an aesthetically wonderful contrast to her
own pale skin.
The image gave me an erection, I admit, for better or
for worse.
Joanna did not devour his cock. Instead she fondled the
impressive shaft with her hands and concentrated on
tonguing his head. I had been at the receiving end of
her wonderful manipulations to know why Marcus quickly
got lost in ecstasy as she fellated him.
His orgasm was quick and explosive, and I watched
Joanna's eyes widen as it started. As she does with me,
she let some of his seed spill so as not to choke, and
the contrast of pure white against his lovely cock had
me aching in my crotch. I decided then and there to
leave before the scene turned dangerous.
Once I was in the bright, hot afternoon air, my mind
tumbled into a train wreck of confusion. I did not know
what would happen now, and worse, I could not
understand the warmth and excitement their lovemaking
had created inside me. Numb and dazed, I made it back
to the car. On a whim, I tried to start it. Amazingly,
the engine fired, and I found myself driving out of the
neighborhood, making my way back to work, where I would
spend the next several hours awash in a tempest of
emotions.
I felt betrayed, yes, but surely Joanna wasn't
dissatisfied with me or the marriage. She had given no
indication of either, and I knew her too well to read
suspicion in her actions. I felt jealous, but like a
typical male, I came to the erroneous conclusion that
it was Marcus's cock that had endeared so much, that
had made her put her marriage in jeopardy. And I felt
surprisingly light, almost airy, having witnessed a
scene that any voyeur would have been overjoyed to have
witnessed.
***
The following weeks came and went like beautiful
clockwork. Nothing changed. Joanna and I continued to
make love three-four times a week, and it was always
passionate and various as it had always been. I did not
attempt to trap her, to catch the two of them after
that first time; something about that rubbed me the
wrong way.
Ultimately, seeing that their afternoon tryst had
caused no discomfort in our relationship, I decided
simply to wait for the right time to let her know that
I had seen the two of them and that, though a little
confused still, I was not angry or jealous about it.
That was at least partially true.
When I finally told her, Joanna cried. But when I
assured her that everything was okay as long as she
wasn't going to leave me, she cheered up. I told her,
essentially, that I couldn't bear for her to be unhappy
with me and that, if she found pleasure in her new
relationship, she should pursue it. Of course, I made
sure that she understood I didn't want our son to
suffer and I didn't want Marcus to become a fixture in
our lives.
As an afterthought, one night in the throes of passion
I introduced Marcus's name (and his cock) into our
little fantasy play. She grinned and made love to me
with verve and purpose. It was a stand-out session for
us. So good in fact that, while we were enjoying the
afterglow, Joanna said, "If I tell you a secret, will
you promise not to get angry with me?"
I assured her that I wouldn't.
"I have a couple of tapes I want to show you," she
said. And when she saw a glint in my eye, she hopped
out of bed naked to pop the first one in the VCR. As it
whirred, I couldn't help but wonder what was coming
next.
El Fin
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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