Its OK Honey - I Get Myself Off Thinking About Exactly The Same Thing!

Of course I did!

Lunch date - and not quite a confession

Lisa had a day off today. I was working in town so we met up for lunch at a pizza place. She had out a lot of effort in with her hair and makeup - she looked amazing.

All through lunch she was naughty and flirty so I asked her what she was doing this afternoon

"Oh, just a few things. I'll be home late."

"Well that sounds interesting - do you want to be any more specific?"

"No, but I won't be answering my phone."

"Wow. I hope you have a good afernoon."

"I will!".

I'm home now and there is no sign of Lisa. I don't think shes' with John and I wonder if the other day she was with another man.

So do I!

I'm glad we had this conversation!

An afternoon with him

After last weeks' session, Lisa couldn't wait to see him again. She's been gone six hours now :-)

Developments part 2 - Coffee and a chat

Once she was ready (jeans, burgundy long-sleeved top , nothing more revealing) we drove to the cafe where we had arranged to meet John.

As planned, we arrived a few minutes early, got our coffee and sat down near the back of the room, with Lisa choosing to sit facing the door. “How are you feeling?” I asked. “Nervous but excited, and a bit aroused.” she confessed.

Lisa’s eyes flicked over to the door - “Shit, he’s here!”. I turned round to look, he was maybe a bit older than he looked in his photos, but pretty presentable. Well dressed, if a bit conservatively “what do you think?” I asked. “She, So far so good” she replied.

Lisa stood up and, smiling, waved him over. I could see that he was pleased to see us. We introduced ourselves, and after a few minutes small talk (him: divorced, not looking for another relationship yet, but not wanting to miss out, us: long-term married with kids at university), Lisa moved the conversation on. “John, if we were to invite you round, anything that happens will be at my, pace and for me to decide what I want.“ He wasn’t taken aback and agreed immediately, and asked about next steps, confirming that he would love to be involved. “I’ll email you when we have talked it over.” I said. 

Lisa and I finished our coffees and said goodbye, Lisa giving John a peck on the cheek on the way out. I knew that she would need a few minutes to gather her thoughts, so we drove home in silence. Once back, I poured a couple of glasses of red, and we went into the lounge. 

I looked over at my lovely wife and waited for her to speak. “I want this to be my decision, and I don’t want any pressure to do anything I don’t want to.”, she started. “Agreed.” I said, wondering what she was going to say next. She took a big gulp of wine and said “I want him to come round and you both to pull your cocks for me. After that we will have to see. I might join in but I’m not taking my knickers off, and I don’t want any pressure to do anything. Not even touching or kissing. I might want to put on a bit of a show though. Nothing too explicit though but I want to be admired as you both pull your cocks.”

“Of course” I replied, practically coming in my pants. “You’re a sexy, brave and an amazing woman, and I love you and want to see you making the most of life.” I went on, ” I don’t know about you but I could really do with a wank right now". “I thought you might”, she said, “I might join you in a minute.” I took off my pants and slowly pulled my cock while Lisa drank her wine, smiling at me cheekily. 

After a few minutes, she stood up and unfastened her jeans, pulling them off, but, leaving her knickers on. She rubbed herself gently outside her knickers, getting firmer with her fingers over the fabric, then put her hand under the waistband. “You’re so sexy” I told her. “I like it when you shoot”, she said, pulling her knees up and her knickers off in on smooth motion. I was amazed when, spreading her legs and putting her foot over the back of the sofa, to see that she had spent the time before we had met with John that she had trimmed her normally ‘natural’ puff down quite close. Clearly she had been anticipating that things might develop. “Oh Jesus,” I said. “You darling.” I came, shooting into the air, all over my shirt, legs and the sofa as she watched, pressing faster on her clitoris. Closing her legs tight on her hand, she leaned back, and came hard, her eyes closed and her entire body tensed. After a few silent moments, she relaxed and looked over at me, grinning slyly. "That looked amazing!" I said. "Were you thinking about it?" "Yeah", she replied. "And I think you should let John know I'd be very happy to have him come over!"

For me, watching Lisa come is an intenseley erotic experience. Seeing her come with another man even more so.

Cuck Angst

The ambivalent but intensely erotic and emotional feelings experienced by a man who knows,  suspects, or fantasizes that his wife is having sex with another man or other men. The feelings are an intoxicating cocktail that becomes almost addictive, and include jealousy, lust, suspicion, humiliation, anguish, helplessness, graphic sexual fantasy, and intense erotic longing.

Drove Lisa round, kissed her goodnight and went home for a massive wank.

Happy birthday, John!