True enough his cock is big, bigger than mine, but perhaps Chris wouldn't have been so smug if he knew my wife has had other, bigger lovers, before him. I'd no sooner plonked his cases on the floor when they came in, Julie wanting to change prior to going for a stroll. I contented myself with the occasional furtive rub while watching their antics, Chris laughing when he caught sight of me doing so. She was a little uptight but had a brutal wit that reminded me of Rosalind Russell in His Girl Friday. I got to see Jan sucking his cock and I watched him fucking her 3 or 4 times. Can't keep their hands off one another.
For whatever reason my wife obviously found Dr. Cuckold wife films her entire blowjob session. Instead, I stupidly tried to reason her out of her feelings. The management warned Chris that the room was pretty basic and not up to the usual hotel standards as it wasn't normally available for guests but if he was happy to accept a lack of amenities he could have it. I could barely drive because I kept looking at my wife. I think my wife was trying to torture me by withholding all the details.
Wife filmed tasting and feeling a big black penis in her mouth. As we got in the car I had butterflies in my stomach so I asked Jan if she was nervous. Whatever that is, more than likely it's what drove her into a long-term affair in the first place. He watched me, a smile on his face, as he fingered my wife for a moment before lowering his head. He was fucking my wife, buttocks pounding up and down, and I masturbated in time with his thrusts. When she got to the door it opened almost automatically. Then she was licking and sucking his balls, enthusing about them being hairless, and in danger of coming I slowed my masturbating hand.
Almost as soon as I began to understand that my wife was having an affair and was imagining a whole new life for herself, I started to lose weight. I was never invited into the bedroom with them but they did get comfortable kissing and touching each other in my presence. The sexual tension was comically obvious to everyone. It took me weeks to get a reasonable complete description of what happened. He made about twice as much as I did last year, which sadly isn't enough to make him rich; no, she'd always liked Led Zeppelin, she claimed; and no—okay, yes, once or twice—but she felt really bad about it.
I hoped that having to answer such questions would spoil whatever was special about the affair, in the same way that explaining a joke can ruin it. Inspired by the novel idea of marriage as a project, I did change a little, in superficial ways. Affairs are not about logic. That was five days away! Shouldn't you apply the same standards to male intimates? Our most enthusiastic shared interest was Candy Crush. Before the affair, I'd often worn pants until the cuffs were stringy and the lap was spotted with olive oil from eating salad at my desk; I had begun to muffin out of some of them as well. After five years, I divorced him, returned to counseling and starting seeing a man I have now been for a year. I saw a smug grin on Chris's face as he whispered something in Julie's ear.
For reasons I can't explain, the thought of my wife seeing other men became so erotic to me. We'd always been too embarrassed to watch it together. I asked her if she had a good time and was she alright? Still there was something curiously exciting about the situation which had developed and I found myself rather hoping Chris would continue with his domineering attitude towards me. I found myself feeling a bit overawed by the masterful Chris as his mocking laughter followed me along the hotel corridor. She told me all kinds of things that I can't bring myself to write, and I don't want to put words in her mouth or give the impression that I know what her new relationship was really like. He told her he had waited a very long time for this night.
We said that pictures might spoil our memories, but once I began to doubt my own memories the images suddenly mattered a lot. She was so very beautiful. Rejoin us later for the evening meal. Sometimes my wife just threw my pants out and ordered new ones online—in black, so they would be harder to ruin. She certainly knows how important they are to me.
I still don't have my ring back, and there is a lot of ambiguous joking lately about whether an ex-wife can be a wingman. Not a minute passed that I didn't wonder what they were doing at that instant. On occasion I could coax out of her the details of some doctor hitting on her and I loved hearing about those instances. You know that and please never doubt it. I'm going to spend the fortnight fucking your wife but contrary to our arrangement you're not going to watch again.