First Date Night - S and L

[Guest SandL]

 Someone asked us to use names instead of letters to identify who we are in our reflections. So from here on out, I’m Steve and L is Leslie. I thought of using Laura but she preferred Leslie. Neither of those are our first names. I forgot to ask her what we should call her lover but I’m going to let her pick his name or reveal his  name or whatever she wants to do in that regard. 

Anyway, tonight is date night for Leslie. After one of her exchanges with someone on this site, she thought it would be fun for us both to reflect on her first date night. If you have read our previous submissions, then you’ll know that my first of Leslie’s date nights was not Leslie’s first date night. What I’m about to write is not exactly what Leslie wanted me to write, but she didn’t let me read her last post before she popped it on this site for all to read. (No malice at all in that statement). Plus, I think what I’m about to write gives some texture to that first night. So screw her. Ha 

Our entrance into what we now enjoy was not a mutual decision. I won’t go back over what I’ve already shared about that except to say that Leslie had an affair. After we came to terms with what she had done (and then done again over a year later) and decided that we wanted to stay together, I started to like the idea of her having sex with other men and in particular the man she had an affair with. I’m not sure why I focused on him. It could be that she was safe with him. It could be that she said he always treated her respectfully. It could be that they had already successfully maintained a discrete relationship. It could be how she described sex with him. In some manner, it was all of that together. I love Leslie with all my heart...i really do. So Safety is important to me. I love our marriage and the way people view us. So discretion is important to me. But after over a year of working towards full reconciliation, what captivated my mind the most was what she must feel when she has sex with him.

Btw, this has everything to do with the first of my wife’s date nights. I’m not off track, so if you can bear with me. 

This discussion did not come out of the blue. The original affair lasted something like 6 months. Eventually coming to her senses, Leslie confessed to me what she had done to us. I wouldn’t say I forgave her but she was convincing in her appeals to work things out and that she couldn’t live without me. We worked very hard to glue the pieces back together. Fast forward roughly 18 months and she came to me again with another confession. She promised that she did not seek him out. She swore that he had texted her to check on her and to see if she was okay. And she revealed that once he texted her there was little she could do to resist him. 

I was upset, but I’m proud to say that I did not react with the same amount of anger I had before. Instead, I asked her why she couldn’t resist him. That question, with some clarifying questions, is what led us to OUR first date night. 

Bare in mind that this wasn’t just one conversation. Upon her second confession, we were still many months away from that first date night. But the first conversation revealed that I was not a sufficient lover for her. I won’t say I was inadequate. I’ll let her decide that if she wants to openly comment on that debate...but we have never stopped having sex. Not completely. Regardless, she explained that she experienced with him things she never experienced with me and things she could never experience with me. She spoke of his size and that he is quite easily twice that of mine. She spoke of his stamina and the frequency of their sex...even over the course of just one night. Eventually, she spoke of her orgasms. Eventually she spoke of how much she loves oral with him...both giving and receiving. (I learned something new about that in her last post). But after several conversations over the course of several months, the image of them having sex was firmly in my mind. And the mere fantasy of him used during our own love making was no longer enough. Eventually, I told her that I’d like her to rekindle her purely physical relationship with him. 

Again, date night was still a few months away. She reminded me that she can’t just open that door once. That if we went down that road it would not be something she could just shut off. She asked me if I was sure I wanted to open that door. I told her I was and that this wasn’t something I had just come to. Leslie talked to “her guy” as she calls him. Explained to him what had taken place over the last season of our marriage. And asked him if he could have a purely physical relationship with him. As expected, he jumped at the chance. And so began our journey to date night. 

It was almost 2 weeks after all three of us had agreed that date night finally came. She talked to him several times before, but she swears she didn’t have sex or even kiss him until that Friday night. She can elaborate, if she wants to...and I’m sure she’ll want to. 

 This is what Leslie really wanted me to write about. 

I’ll start with Thursday night.

We went to bed after a pretty playful night of dinner and a few of our favorite shows. As we got into bed, I really couldn’t keep my hands off of her. Leslie normally wears just a t-shirt and panties to bed and this was no different. Except, her shirt this night was not the normal long, overly large t-shirt. It was very short and it added to my attraction to her. We kissed and kissed and as we kissed my passion grew. My hands were running all over her..........but she stopped me. I had pulled her on top of me and when she stopped my hands from sliding inside her panties, she leaned up, smiled and said something to the effect of “Not tonight. I want to stay fresh. Tomorrow night. Okay?” I’m sure it wasnn’t those exact words, but it was something along those lines. If we get to the point where we post a picture of her smile you’ll understand why its hard for me to ever deny her what she wants. You’ve seen her smiling mouth, but its her entire face that smiles. Her eyes literally light up the darkest of rooms. But she also has different smiles for different occasions and its her eyes that tell you what kind it is. She was playful and sexually turned on but she was also feeling a bit naughty. We had talked about her former escapades within the context of our own sex, so this wasn’t completely out of the ordinary. But the fact that she was saving herself for him and that the following night he would have her added to her play. She was gridding herself on me when she said “I want to stay fresh.” I asked her if she was excited. She kept grinding on my and said “very.” She was all the way up on her hands at this point...nowhere near close enough for me to reach her lips. She just stared, smiling and grinding. She never said anything unless I asked her a question. And she never gave more than one word as an answer. That I remember. I asked her what they were going to do? My intention with that question was, “are you going out to eat and where?” She missed my intention. And I remember this clearly. She said “fuck.” Have you seen that Christmas Story movie about the kid who wants a BB gun for Christmas? There’s a scene where Ralphie is helping his dad change the tire and he drops the lugnuts. And when he does, the scene slows down and you watch Ralphie’s mouth slowly utter “FUUUUUUUUUUDDDDGGGGGEEEE”. He explains later that that wasn’t the exact word he said. That’s kind of how I remember Leslie saying “fuck.” I can literally still see her lips mouthing the words...or it could be my imagination. But that’s how I remember it. She smiled even bigger when she felt my reaction. Then she said, “i also can’t wait to tell you all about it.” I was going crazy and so was she but for different reasons. She rolled off, went to the bathroom and came back and said we needed to stop and go to bed...and then something like “we have a big day tomorrow.” 

The next morning, I woke with a mixture of arousal and “what the hell are we doing?” I knew we had gone too far to stop. I also knew it wouldn’t be fair of me to allow this build up and stop what was inevitable. Stopping would only really be a pause...and it would have caused more problems than I wanted. Plus, the arousal portion of this morning’s mixture was greater than the other. So we got up and I got ready and went to work. 

Work was impossible.  Normally, I can pretty much leave whenever I want to. I toyed with the idea of just bagging the entire day and going home to be with my wife. But I also knew that would be equally torturous...maybe more so. So i decided to try and distract myself with work. For the most part I did pretty good, though it was always in the back of my mind. It’s no exaggeration to say that every time I allowed my mind to wander that I got an erection. So I tried to avoid mental rabbit trails as much as I could. The drive home was equally difficult. It’s normally a 30-45 minute drive depending on traffic, but I think I made it home in a record 20 minutes. That is an exaggeration but I went as fast as I could. There was no distracting myself now or for the the night that followed. All I could think about was her answering “fuck” or her description of how large he is or her explanation of how loud he makes her scream or the image of her giving him oral or the thought of her pretty white hands on his very dark skin. I was quite literally in a frenzy. 

(I’m at work now and was just interrupted with something. I’ll go ahead and post this portion of it and come back later this afternoon to finish it) 

[Guest SandL]

Oooooh! Yummy! I can’t wait to read the rest, hon! 

“Leslie”

[Guest SandL]

Work crisis handled but this is not so easy to write while at work! But picking up where I left off...

As soon as I got home, Leslie was almost ready. It was almost 5:45 and she needed to make the 3 block trip to be there by 6, so we didn’t have much time to talk. I found her in the master bathroom finishing up. She looked amazing. Normally Leslie is most comfortable in jeans, regardless of what we’re doing. She’s mildly conservative and rarely wears dresses. But she looks great in jeans and she knows it,  which is why I said she’s mildly conservative. Her jeans are normally of the painted on variety. But tonight she was wearing a blue, floral sun dress type thing. She can explain later and maybe she’ll even show a pic of her in that dress. Again, she’s somewhat conservative so the dress is not overly revealing. But knowing her and proclivity for jeans, anytime she goes out showing her legs is beyond a treat. She has muscular legs for a woman as she grew up playing soccer and still runs regularly. I absolutely love them. So that’s how I found her. In her blue floral sun dress type thing, with her back to me putting on lipstick. Which is also not normal for her. She doesn’t wear much makeup so tonight she was going all out. Her hair, which is normally straight or in a pony tail, was fixed. Nothing over the top, but certainly more than usual. She looked amazing. I can still see her catching me in the mirror. Her eyes glancing over to me and giving me that smile that had a hint of wickedness in it. She was ready. 

She turned toward me, walked up and lightly kissed me and almost whispered “I need to go.” She was looking up at me, holding both of my hands and asked if I was okay. I said yes but that given the day I had it was going to be a very long night. She laughed and said she was sorry. She kissed me again and said she can’t wait to tell me all about it. I walked her to the door. She turned and kissed me again and said “Thank you for this. I love you very much.” Something to that effect and asked me if I knew that. I said yes. She kissed me again, walked to her car and was gone. 

The rest of the night was torture. Quite literally. And by the rest of the night, I mean the rest of the night. I couldn’t really eat, though I tried and then threw it away. I tried to work in the shop on the dining room table that I’m building...but that wasn’t all that successful either. No matter what i tried, nothing worked. The clock was moving unbearably slow. You might think that I went to the computer and watched porn or something but neither could I do that. I wasn’t angry or anything. I wasn’t rethinking our decision in any way. All I could think about was her, obviously with him, and the details that she had shared about their many previous dates I had no knowledge of at the time. I should also say that I know who he is, if that wasn’t already clear. He is a relatively close neighbor. He’s taller than I am by about 3 or 4 inches. Fairly built. And black. Other than that, what I know is from her descriptions of him. All I could think about was her comparison she made between me and him and the way she says she responds to him. Over and over in my mind. It wasn’t a detailed image of progressing events that unfolded in my mind. What I mean is, I didn’t imagine the build up, the removal of clothes, the kissing, touching, etc. It was really just a bunch of blurry thoughts about movements and color contrasts and screams. That’s all i can really say about it. My mind literally couldn’t focus. 

At roughly 10:30 I got a text: “I’m going to be out for a while longer. Okay?” I immediately texted: “How much longer?” After about 15 minutes I got another one: “I don’t know. Quite a while.” With a kiss emoji attached to the end of it. My night was going to be even longer than I imagined. In fact, I wouldn’t receive another text until she got home well after 2 am. I was waiting for her in the living room when she finally walked in. Her hair was still damp so it was clear that she had showered. I got up to meet her and she pulled me close and kissed me and giggled and asked how my night was. 

We walked up the stairs to our bedroom. I was a bit annoyed that she was gone for as long as she was, but that all went out the window as we walked up the stairs. Our bedroom has two large skylights right above the bed so we don’t normally need much light on a clear night like that night was. I really wasn’t wanting to see her body and any marks that he left on her...so we left the lights out. I don’t think she wanted to show me either even though she is notorious for not wanting any marks on her. As she said in her last post, she always warns me about hickies. Regardless, I didn’t want to see what I suspected might be there. We both changed into what we normally sleep in and got into bed. We faced each other on our sides. She kissed me deeply but wouldn’t let go of my free hand. She said, “I’m really tired. I know you want to hear everything but I’m exhausted and I promise to tell you everything in the morning. Okay?” She turned and then scooted up against me into her little spoon position and held my hand. I asked her, “Just tell me if it was like you remembered it?” She answered with a giggle, “Better than ever.” 

I must have laid there for another hour just holding her. She had showered, so she smelt fresh. I don’t remember thinking about how she smelled before. But that night, she smelled incredible. And her little body felt incredible next to mine. Again, I don’t think I thought much about how great she felt next to me. But that night, I did. I was beyond glad that she was in bed next to me...but i couldn’t wait until she told me what she felt when she wasn’t. 

I told “Leslie” that thats as far in the story that I would share. So I’ll let her tell her side and what happened next. 

“Steve” 

 

[secondjag]

always interesting to read such an articulate account 

[Naughty Nicki]

17 minutes ago, secondjag said:

always interesting to read such an articulate account 

I am loving their story, and the way they are both telling it. 

[Guest SandL]

Awwww you both are so sweet for commenting! “Steve” will be so pleased!  But now its my turn!!! Lol 😂 

 

[Naughty Nicki]

25 minutes ago, SandL said:

Awwww you both are so sweet for commenting! “Steve” will be so pleased!  But now its my turn!!! Lol 😂 

 

I’m especially loving your side. 😉

[Guest SandL]

I’m going to start with “FUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK” lol Btw, for all you readers of our story, I did ask “Steve’s” permission to write whatever I want. I mean, you people don’t know  us anyway right??  Though that SecondJag character looks interesting lol 

Anywho, I remember that moment really well too. But I remember “Steve’s” face and his rising erection more than anything. I was grinding down on to him. I was leaned up, hovering over him. I was smiling. And I was using my eyes to communicate as much as i could. But I wasn’t sure how far to take it. That’s something we’re still feeling out. How much do I say? How much does he want me to say? Will anything go too far? We’re not really into the humiliation thing...neither of us are. Though I will say I do like to tease, but for that matter, I’ve always loved to tease. I grew up with brothers so teasing and being competitive and one-ups-manship is just how I grew up. But this is a different kind of teasing altogether. It’s sexual. And My intent is not only to increase my level of arousal...but his too. But I also don’t want to hurt him. So its a dance! Lol 

Anyway, I didn’t know what I should say or what I shouldn’t. So i let him take the lead...although if you think about it, wasn’t I really leading it??? Hmmmmmmm??? Lol I had already made it clear that we weren’t having sex. And I was staring into his eyes. I was smiling my best smile. I was grinding my pussy over his dick. Yeah, come to think of it again...I was definitely leading it. Lol 

So when he asked me “what are you going to do?” Dinner plans never dawned on me in the least. Because i wasn’t thinking about food. I hadn’t thought about food since we decided to do this. The most natural and most honest response I could give was “fuck”. Errr, pardon me....... “FUUUUUUCCCCKKKKK” 😂 And Steve’s face was priceless. 

It was like all the blood drained from his face. And that’s true...it had clearly been rushing to his dick 😆. But he didn’t look mad or scared or concerned. He looked turned on. I knew he wanted more and honestly, I wanted to give him more. But I knew that that would lead to us having sex. And sorry hon, but that wasn’t happening. I love my husband, and I do enjoy having sex with him. But the whole time I was grinding my pussy on him was the thought of how much better it would have felt for me to be grinding on Robert’s HUGE cock. (Robert isn’t my lover’s name just like Steve isn’t my husand’s and Leslie isn’t mine. But the first initials match). I was being honest with Steve when I said that I hadn’t been with Robert in any way between our agreement and date night. It was not easy. But for the sake of trust, I wanted to stay true to my promise. No matter what I say about Robert, my heart belongs to Steve. I have made some mistakes and I don’t want to make any more. I hurt him and and I almost broke us and so to gain some trust points I did as I promised.

But back to grinding  Or really, back to stopping the grinding. I was getting really turned on so I had to stop it. I guess I could have let Steve lick me...but I didn’t want that either. I wanted my next orgasm to come from Robert! So we went to bed. Then we woke up. Then Steve went to work. Now it was time for my clock to go slow. I’m sure it wasn’t as slow as Steve’s clock as he waited at home for me...but still! Ha 

I started getting ready WAY too early. I just couldn’t help myself. Robert had told me before that he prefers me to be completely shaven. I did that for him during our first go around, so I wanted to do that for him this time. But its not like it was going to be a surprise. (Something new Steve) Robert and I had been texting since the agreement. Steve knows about that. What Steve doesn’t know was that Robert was sending me pics of his starting on Thursday. He had sent some before, once he knew where we were heading...but now his pic texting had ramped up considerably. Lol He also asked me to send him a pic of me...though i said he’d have to wait for the real thing. And then he asked me If i remember how he liked my pussy. I said yes...don’t worry...she’ll be ready  

So while getting ready for my fucking....errrr, excuse me....my date...that was one of the things I did! I really prefer to keep myself lightly trimmed...but what Robert liked was what Robert was going to get! 

Anyway, I got ready and kept an eye on our Life360. That’s an app that my husband and I have that tells us where one another is. I really couldn’t believe how long he was taking! I kind of wanted to tease him a little before I left! But that wasn’t in the cards. Way to go, Steve!  

So when he got home, I raced to the bathroom to pretend like I was still finishing getting ready. (That’s new, huh hon? Lol) For some reason I wanted him to see me taking time to make sure I was perfect before I left. So even though I heard him coming into the bedroom, I didn’t look at him. I just let him stare at me for a while. But then I couldn’t take it and had to look at him. He looked so cute. I really am so very attracted to him still. He talks about my smile...but his is equally great, I think. His eyes crinkle up at the ends and he just looks so cute when he smiles. And he was smiling! So i smiled...and then what he said is pretty much what happened, I think. I kissed him. Checked on him. And told him I would fill him in when I got home! 

Fasting forward. Drove to Robert’s house. He saw me coming and had the garage open for me to pull into. (Can’t let anyone see my car just sitting in front of his house!) I walked into his house. He closed the door behind me. Slowing down to normal speed now. 

Robert pulled me tight to him. He kissed me hard and his hands went immediately to my ass. (Normally I say butt rather than ass...but it feels right here lol)  I didn’t think about it then, but it was obvious we were not going anywhere to eat! I’m not sure how long we kissed but it was amazing. Truly amazing. To feel his lips again. His tongue inside my mouth again. My god I was already dripping. He led me into his living room and he sat down...I practically jumped on him...sitting or straddling his lap. God he felt amazing. If Steve is wearing pants and I’m sitting on him, I can’t always feel if he’s hard or not. That’s not meant to be a slight against my husband (it really isn’t Steve). He’s just not as big. But there was no mistaking what was going on in Robert’s pants! I just kept sliding up and down his cock as I kissed him. And kissed him. And kissed him. And kissed him. And kissed him. You get the idea.  

At some point we had to breathe, and when I pulled back he laughed and asked me if I missed him. I reached between us and grabbed his cock and said YESSSSSS! 

From there I had to see him and have him in my mouth. I slid down his body and got on the floor in front of him. He started to undo his pants but I stopped him. I wanted this gift and I wanted to unwrap it! 

I unbuckled his belt. Undid his button. Unzipped his pants. Slid them down as quickly as I could. And then I stopped myself. I wanted to savor the moment as best i could. There would be plenty of hard, fast, passionate moments later. I wanted to take my time. So I just ran my little hand over his huge package that was barely hiding under his boxers. It was so amazing. It was familiar as I had come to know his cock well, in the past. But while having something for the first time is incredible. Having something again after you thought you’d never get to touch it again is incredible in its own right. Maybe even more so. I had lusted for this man for so long. The build up of the last couple of weeks only increased my lust a hundred fold. I had never craved something like i craved him (Sorry Steve...not something I’ve shared. I love you!). And here he was. In front of me. In my hand. He felt massive! I massaged him and squeezed him and explored every boxer covered inch! It was truly amazing. I couldn’t wait to feel his skin. 

So I pulled down what separated me from what I desired most at that moment. The sight??? IT. WAS. GLORIOUS! Immediately, memories of its taste came rushing to my mind. How it felt inside me. How it has made me shake. Scream. Cum. I ran my hands up and down it. Kissed it and held it next to my cheek. Slowly licked up the long shaft of it. Swirled my tongue around the big head of it. He was already leaking precum...god he tasted good! I took him into my mouth...making love to his cock with my mouth. Sliding my lips up and down the veiny sides of his shaft. Sliding down to kiss his balls...they were so big! I was so happy at that moment. Giddy, almost. Giddy, definitely! I wanted to suck on it forever! I’m not sure what it is about his cock that makes me want him in my mouth so much. But I do! I’m salivating now just thinking about it! (Good news! Tonight is another date night for me! Lol )  But Robert didn’t want to cum in my mouth...not then at least wink wink  

He leaned forward and stood me up and asked me to take my dress off. I couldn’t get it off fast enough. I started to take my bra and panties off, but he said he wanted to do that. He took my hand and led me to his bedroom. I’m not sure this was planned (maybe it was) but he has a full length mirror on the wall to the side of his bed. That’s where he finished disrobing me. It was one of the sexiest things I had ever watched...and it was me! It was almost an out of body experience. Robert is 6’4” and I’m 5’3” lol...so it looked oddly sexy from that standpoint. But watching his hands running up and down my body was incredible. He undid my bra and cupped and squeezed my breasts and lightly pinched my nipples. I actually wanted him to pinch them harder! Then he knelt down behind me and slid down my soaked panties. He kissed both of my cheeks and then kissed up my back. He reached around and pulled me back to him so that i was standing straight up in front of him...leaning back against him. I could feel his cock between us...mostly on my back because he’s so tall. And then he started running his fingers over my pussy...sliding one finger between my lips. It was so sexy...he commented on how wet I was...he slid a finger inside of me and I thought i was going to cum right then. I knew the feeling of his cock and how that was going to stretch me again...but his finger felt bigger than Steve. He kept whispering something in my ear but I don’t remember what exactly. Lol But he eventually leaned me forward so that I was almost leaning against the mirror...I had my hands on either side of it. He started rubbing his cock back and forth under my pussy...god I wanted him inside me. I didn’t think of this then...but as i think back, this is what Steve would see if he were standing in front of me. 

(I’ve asked you to tell me what you imagine it looks like Steve. But in that mirror I saw it. Your wife, bent over in front of you with a tall, gorgeous black man with a huge cock standing behind me. Ready to take me. God that’s hot, huh, hon?  don’t you wanna see it??? )

Robert didn’t fuck me there. He wanted to take his time too  He turned me around and sat me on the edge of his bed. He kissed me again while I stroked his magnificent cock. I tried to lean down to kiss it again, but he stopped me. He knelt down and spread my legs wide and quickly licked up the slit of my pussy. I started shuddering immediately. I leaned back on both hands and half watched him devour me. He wouldn’t let me cum though. He would drive his tongue inside me...search my walls...then suck my clit and then when I started to tense he’d stop. He did this a few times...i was getting mad at him lol so He stood up and asked me what I wanted. This was really hot so i remember this part exactly. He asked me what I wanted. I said “this” as i held his cock in my hand. God it was beautiful! He said be more specific. I said I want your cock, Robert. He asked me what I wanted him to do with it. I said I wanted him to fuck me. He asked me if i missed it. I said yes. He asked me if I wanted anyone else to fuck me. Honestly, I said no. (That’s new) He said he wasn’t going to let me go home until he was done. I told him I was his for as long as he wanted me (that’s new). He said, I know. He took my hands off his cock and took it into his. It looked big even in his hand. He lined it up at the entrance and slid it in about 3 inches or so. My god it was amazing. I thought I had missed him before, but at that moment, I never realized how much I missed him! After that, the next moments are a bit of a blur. But he fucked me. He was gentle at first. But he knew what I could take. And once he knew I was comfortable...he fucked me. No condoms. We had stopped using condoms during the affair after a while. And i loved the feeling of his skin and the way it feels when he cums. I can’t feel it when Steve cums inside me. He doesn’t cum as much and he doesn’t get as deep inside me. So the feeling of a man cumming inside you when its a lot and when he’s really deep is amazing. I don’t really know how to explain it. And he fucked me until he came inside me. Right there on the edge of his bed. And then I took him into my mouth and sucked him until he was hard again. And i fucked him. Rocking back and forth on a big cock is also an amazing feeling...one of my favorites. And i came for the first time in that position...almost immediately when i started rocking back and forth on him...or grinding. He didn’t cum inside me in that position. Once I came down from my euphoria....he bent me over and fucked me doggy style. I came again. Hard. Harder than ever. he came inside me again and collapsed on top of me with himself buried inside me. I didn’t want him to pull out. We just laid there like that for a while and fell asleep for I’m not sure how long. Then I put his shirt on went to the bathroom and cleaned up a little (that’s when i texted Steve that I would be a while longer)...then we went down stairs and ate something and talked and laughed...mostly about things I said and sounds I was making when he was ducking me. He stayed completely nude the whole time. After a while I said I needed to get home. He leaned into me and kissed me and put my hand on his cock and said let’s shower first. 

In the shower I couldn’t help but stroke his beautiful, black cock. I knew i wasn’t going anywhere for a while. I sucked him again until he was hard. It was amazing looking up at him and watching him looking down at me while his cock was in my mouth. He pulled me up and turned the water off. We stepped out of the shower and he faced me towards the mirror and i bent over knowing what he wanted...that’s what I wanted too. He fucked me really hard this time. Harder than before. It was the most incredible feeling in the world when its coupled with the image of a sexy black man being the one that’s fucking you! (I never use these words! But I’m so turned on right now! I can’t wait to see him tonight!!!) before he finished he pulled out and I quickly turned around and knelt down in front of him. This is one of the things I wanted for my first reunion with Robert. To feel and taste him cum in my mouth. I stroked and sucked him for maybe 2 minutes and then he came! I know I keep saying this...I don’t have any other words right now...it was amazing. After already cumming a few times he didnt’ have as much...but it was still a lot. Just like I remembered. I loved every drop. 

I tried to kiss him but he wouldn’t let me until I brushed my teeth. Big baby. I got dressed. Went home. 

I’ll share how it went with Steve when I told him most of this the next day. 

Right now, I need to get ready! its date night!! 

 

Leslie  

 

 

[Naughty Nicki]

41 minutes ago, SandL said:

I’m going to start with “FUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK” lol Btw, for all you readers of our story, I did ask “Steve’s” permission to write whatever I want. I mean, you people don’t know  us anyway right??  Though that SecondJag character looks interesting lol 

Anywho, I remember that moment really well too. But I remember “Steve’s” face and his rising erection more than anything. I was grinding down on to him. I was leaned up, hovering over him. I was smiling. And I was using my eyes to communicate as much as i could. But I wasn’t sure how far to take it. That’s something we’re still feeling out. How much do I say? How much does he want me to say? Will anything go too far? We’re not really into the humiliation thing...neither of us are. Though I will say I do like to tease, but for that matter, I’ve always loved to tease. I grew up with brothers so teasing and being competitive and one-ups-manship is just how I grew up. But this is a different kind of teasing altogether. It’s sexual. And My intent is not only to increase my level of arousal...but his too. But I also don’t want to hurt him. So its a dance! Lol 

Anyway, I didn’t know what I should say or what I shouldn’t. So i let him take the lead...although if you think about it, wasn’t I really leading it??? Hmmmmmmm??? Lol I had already made it clear that we weren’t having sex. And I was staring into his eyes. I was smiling my best smile. I was grinding my pussy over his dick. Yeah, come to think of it again...I was definitely leading it. Lol 

So when he asked me “what are you going to do?” Dinner plans never dawned on me in the least. Because i wasn’t thinking about food. I hadn’t thought about food since we decided to do this. The most natural and most honest response I could give was “fuck”. Errr, pardon me....... “FUUUUUUCCCCKKKKK” 😂 And Steve’s face was priceless. 

It was like all the blood drained from his face. And that’s true...it had clearly been rushing to his dick 😆. But he didn’t look mad or scared or concerned. He looked turned on. I knew he wanted more and honestly, I wanted to give him more. But I knew that that would lead to us having sex. And sorry hon, but that wasn’t happening. I love my husband, and I do enjoy having sex with him. But the whole time I was grinding my pussy on him was the thought of how much better it would have felt for me to be grinding on Robert’s HUGE cock. (Robert isn’t my lover’s name just like Steve isn’t my husand’s and Leslie isn’t mine. But the first initials match). I was being honest with Steve when I said that I hadn’t been with Robert in any way between our agreement and date night. It was not easy. But for the sake of trust, I wanted to stay true to my promise. No matter what I say about Robert, my heart belongs to Steve. I have made some mistakes and I don’t want to make any more. I hurt him and and I almost broke us and so to gain some trust points I did as I promised.

But back to grinding  Or really, back to stopping the grinding. I was getting really turned on so I had to stop it. I guess I could have let Steve lick me...but I didn’t want that either. I wanted my next orgasm to come from Robert! So we went to bed. Then we woke up. Then Steve went to work. Now it was time for my clock to go slow. I’m sure it wasn’t as slow as Steve’s clock as he waited at home for me...but still! Ha 

I started getting ready WAY too early. I just couldn’t help myself. Robert had told me before that he prefers me to be completely shaven. I did that for him during our first go around, so I wanted to do that for him this time. But its not like it was going to be a surprise. (Something new Steve) Robert and I had been texting since the agreement. Steve knows about that. What Steve doesn’t know was that Robert was sending me pics of his starting on Thursday. He had sent some before, once he knew where we were heading...but now his pic texting had ramped up considerably. Lol He also asked me to send him a pic of me...though i said he’d have to wait for the real thing. And then he asked me If i remember how he liked my pussy. I said yes...don’t worry...she’ll be ready  

So while getting ready for my fucking....errrr, excuse me....my date...that was one of the things I did! I really prefer to keep myself lightly trimmed...but what Robert liked was what Robert was going to get! 

Anyway, I got ready and kept an eye on our Life360. That’s an app that my husband and I have that tells us where one another is. I really couldn’t believe how long he was taking! I kind of wanted to tease him a little before I left! But that wasn’t in the cards. Way to go, Steve!  

So when he got home, I raced to the bathroom to pretend like I was still finishing getting ready. (That’s new, huh hon? Lol) For some reason I wanted him to see me taking time to make sure I was perfect before I left. So even though I heard him coming into the bedroom, I didn’t look at him. I just let him stare at me for a while. But then I couldn’t take it and had to look at him. He looked so cute. I really am so very attracted to him still. He talks about my smile...but his is equally great, I think. His eyes crinkle up at the ends and he just looks so cute when he smiles. And he was smiling! So i smiled...and then what he said is pretty much what happened, I think. I kissed him. Checked on him. And told him I would fill him in when I got home! 

Fasting forward. Drove to Robert’s house. He saw me coming and had the garage open for me to pull into. (Can’t let anyone see my car just sitting in front of his house!) I walked into his house. He closed the door behind me. Slowing down to normal speed now. 

Robert pulled me tight to him. He kissed me hard and his hands went immediately to my ass. (Normally I say butt rather than ass...but it feels right here lol)  I didn’t think about it then, but it was obvious we were not going anywhere to eat! I’m not sure how long we kissed but it was amazing. Truly amazing. To feel his lips again. His tongue inside my mouth again. My god I was already dripping. He led me into his living room and he sat down...I practically jumped on him...sitting or straddling his lap. God he felt amazing. If Steve is wearing pants and I’m sitting on him, I can’t always feel if he’s hard or not. That’s not meant to be a slight against my husband (it really isn’t Steve). He’s just not as big. But there was no mistaking what was going on in Robert’s pants! I just kept sliding up and down his cock as I kissed him. And kissed him. And kissed him. And kissed him. And kissed him. You get the idea.  

At some point we had to breathe, and when I pulled back he laughed and asked me if I missed him. I reached between us and grabbed his cock and said YESSSSSS! 

From there I had to see him and have him in my mouth. I slid down his body and got on the floor in front of him. He started to undo his pants but I stopped him. I wanted this gift and I wanted to unwrap it! 

I unbuckled his belt. Undid his button. Unzipped his pants. Slid them down as quickly as I could. And then I stopped myself. I wanted to savor the moment as best i could. There would be plenty of hard, fast, passionate moments later. I wanted to take my time. So I just ran my little hand over his huge package that was barely hiding under his boxers. It was so amazing. It was familiar as I had come to know his cock well, in the past. But while having something for the first time is incredible. Having something again after you thought you’d never get to touch it again is incredible in its own right. Maybe even more so. I had lusted for this man for so long. The build up of the last couple of weeks only increased my lust a hundred fold. I had never craved something like i craved him (Sorry Steve...not something I’ve shared. I love you!). And here he was. In front of me. In my hand. He felt massive! I massaged him and squeezed him and explored every boxer covered inch! It was truly amazing. I couldn’t wait to feel his skin. 

So I pulled down what separated me from what I desired most at that moment. The sight??? IT. WAS. GLORIOUS! Immediately, memories of its taste came rushing to my mind. How it felt inside me. How it has made me shake. Scream. Cum. I ran my hands up and down it. Kissed it and held it next to my cheek. Slowly licked up the long shaft of it. Swirled my tongue around the big head of it. He was already leaking precum...god he tasted good! I took him into my mouth...making love to his cock with my mouth. Sliding my lips up and down the veiny sides of his shaft. Sliding down to kiss his balls...they were so big! I was so happy at that moment. Giddy, almost. Giddy, definitely! I wanted to suck on it forever! I’m not sure what it is about his cock that makes me want him in my mouth so much. But I do! I’m salivating now just thinking about it! (Good news! Tonight is another date night for me! Lol )  But Robert didn’t want to cum in my mouth...not then at least wink wink  

He leaned forward and stood me up and asked me to take my dress off. I couldn’t get it off fast enough. I started to take my bra and panties off, but he said he wanted to do that. He took my hand and led me to his bedroom. I’m not sure this was planned (maybe it was) but he has a full length mirror on the wall to the side of his bed. That’s where he finished disrobing me. It was one of the sexiest things I had ever watched...and it was me! It was almost an out of body experience. Robert is 6’4” and I’m 5’3” lol...so it looked oddly sexy from that standpoint. But watching his hands running up and down my body was incredible. He undid my bra and cupped and squeezed my breasts and lightly pinched my nipples. I actually wanted him to pinch them harder! Then he knelt down behind me and slid down my soaked panties. He kissed both of my cheeks and then kissed up my back. He reached around and pulled me back to him so that i was standing straight up in front of him...leaning back against him. I could feel his cock between us...mostly on my back because he’s so tall. And then he started running his fingers over my pussy...sliding one finger between my lips. It was so sexy...he commented on how wet I was...he slid a finger inside of me and I thought i was going to cum right then. I knew the feeling of his cock and how that was going to stretch me again...but his finger felt bigger than Steve. He kept whispering something in my ear but I don’t remember what exactly. Lol But he eventually leaned me forward so that I was almost leaning against the mirror...I had my hands on either side of it. He started rubbing his cock back and forth under my pussy...god I wanted him inside me. I didn’t think of this then...but as i think back, this is what Steve would see if he were standing in front of me. 

(I’ve asked you to tell me what you imagine it looks like Steve. But in that mirror I saw it. Your wife, bent over in front of you with a tall, gorgeous black man with a huge cock standing behind me. Ready to take me. God that’s hot, huh, hon?  don’t you wanna see it??? )

Robert didn’t fuck me there. He wanted to take his time too  He turned me around and sat me on the edge of his bed. He kissed me again while I stroked his magnificent cock. I tried to lean down to kiss it again, but he stopped me. He knelt down and spread my legs wide and quickly licked up the slit of my pussy. I started shuddering immediately. I leaned back on both hands and half watched him devour me. He wouldn’t let me cum though. He would drive his tongue inside me...search my walls...then suck my clit and then when I started to tense he’d stop. He did this a few times...i was getting mad at him lol so He stood up and asked me what I wanted. This was really hot so i remember this part exactly. He asked me what I wanted. I said “this” as i held his cock in my hand. God it was beautiful! He said be more specific. I said I want your cock, Robert. He asked me what I wanted him to do with it. I said I wanted him to fuck me. He asked me if i missed it. I said yes. He asked me if I wanted anyone else to fuck me. Honestly, I said no. (That’s new) He said he wasn’t going to let me go home until he was done. I told him I was his for as long as he wanted me (that’s new). He said, I know. He took my hands off his cock and took it into his. It looked big even in his hand. He lined it up at the entrance and slid it in about 3 inches or so. My god it was amazing. I thought I had missed him before, but at that moment, I never realized how much I missed him! After that, the next moments are a bit of a blur. But he fucked me. He was gentle at first. But he knew what I could take. And once he knew I was comfortable...he fucked me. No condoms. We had stopped using condoms during the affair after a while. And i loved the feeling of his skin and the way it feels when he cums. I can’t feel it when Steve cums inside me. He doesn’t cum as much and he doesn’t get as deep inside me. So the feeling of a man cumming inside you when its a lot and when he’s really deep is amazing. I don’t really know how to explain it. And he fucked me until he came inside me. Right there on the edge of his bed. And then I took him into my mouth and sucked him until he was hard again. And i fucked him. Rocking back and forth on a big cock is also an amazing feeling...one of my favorites. And i came for the first time in that position...almost immediately when i started rocking back and forth on him...or grinding. He didn’t cum inside me in that position. Once I came down from my euphoria....he bent me over and fucked me doggy style. I came again. Hard. Harder than ever. he came inside me again and collapsed on top of me with himself buried inside me. I didn’t want him to pull out. We just laid there like that for a while and fell asleep for I’m not sure how long. Then I put his shirt on went to the bathroom and cleaned up a little (that’s when i texted Steve that I would be a while longer)...then we went down stairs and ate something and talked and laughed...mostly about things I said and sounds I was making when he was ducking me. He stayed completely nude the whole time. After a while I said I needed to get home. He leaned into me and kissed me and put my hand on his cock and said let’s shower first. 

In the shower I couldn’t help but stroke his beautiful, black cock. I knew i wasn’t going anywhere for a while. I sucked him again until he was hard. It was amazing looking up at him and watching him looking down at me while his cock was in my mouth. He pulled me up and turned the water off. We stepped out of the shower and he faced me towards the mirror and i bent over knowing what he wanted...that’s what I wanted too. He fucked me really hard this time. Harder than before. It was the most incredible feeling in the world when its coupled with the image of a sexy black man being the one that’s fucking you! (I never use these words! But I’m so turned on right now! I can’t wait to see him tonight!!!) before he finished he pulled out and I quickly turned around and knelt down in front of him. This is one of the things I wanted for my first reunion with Robert. To feel and taste him cum in my mouth. I stroked and sucked him for maybe 2 minutes and then he came! I know I keep saying this...I don’t have any other words right now...it was amazing. After already cumming a few times he didnt’ have as much...but it was still a lot. Just like I remembered. I loved every drop. 

I tried to kiss him but he wouldn’t let me until I brushed my teeth. Big baby. I got dressed. Went home. 

I’ll share how it went with Steve when I told him most of this the next day. 

Right now, I need to get ready! its date night!! 

 

Leslie  

 

 

Extremely hot, I love your sides of this, I can imagine it myself.   A little FYI, I can’t  say enough nice things about secondjag, a true gentlemen, polite and very well mannered. 

[ARandomBlackGuy]

😂

[leone55]

I also want to say my thoughts on this story, although I'm sure that many of you will not like what I'm about to say.
First of all I am Italian (andit is not English my mother tongue) so it could be that my writing contains errors that are not iexplaining  well what I want to mean.
Second thing, as a bull, I should be grateful to those people who love to share their wife (him) or love to have relationships with other men (her).
What I disagree with is Steve and Leslie's behavior. They assure to love each other and can not live one without the other.
Steve, however, complains the behavior of his wife in wanting other men, but , having the opportunity, he does not stop the affair but gives his agreement  to resume the intercourse.  Probably he thinks she would have done the same even against his will , but fuck, if he didn't want it he could show the "balls" and stop her: if Leslie actually did not want to lose him, as she says, she could have renounced. Otherwise it would be worth breaking, the world is full of women.
Leslie instead  appears to be a real slut. She states to love her husband, not wanting to live without him but can not give up fucking Robert! Now if she really love her husband, knowing that he suffers from this situation she could also make a renunciation, considering moreover that they also have a sex life that even if it does not satisfy her in full they can try to improve by talking about it.
But in my opinion the truth is that Leslie does not want to give up with Robert and doesn't  lose the economic and social security that her husband can give her. If he left her who is the one who will take a slut owned by black guys  in the States so fucking apparently puritanical?

 

[secondjag]

19 minutes ago, leone55 said:

I also want to say my thoughts on this story, although I'm sure that many of you will not like what I'm about to say.
First of all I am Italian (andit is not English my mother tongue) so it could be that my writing contains errors that are not iexplaining  well what I want to mean.
Second thing, as a bull, I should be grateful to those people who love to share their wife (him) or love to have relationships with other men (her).
What I disagree with is Steve and Leslie's behavior. They assure to love each other and can not live one without the other.
Steve, however, complains the behavior of his wife in wanting other men, but , having the opportunity, he does not stop the affair but gives his agreement  to resume the intercourse.  Probably he thinks she would have done the same even against his will , but fuck, if he didn't want it he could show the "balls" and stop her: if Leslie actually did not want to lose him, as she says, she could have renounced. Otherwise it would be worth breaking, the world is full of women.
Leslie instead  appears to be a real slut. She states to love her husband, not wanting to live without him but can not give up fucking Robert! Now if she really love her husband, knowing that he suffers from this situation she could also make a renunciation, considering moreover that they also have a sex life that even if it does not satisfy her in full they can try to improve by talking about it.
But in my opinion the truth is that Leslie does not want to give up with Robert and doesn't  lose the economic and social security that her husband can give her. If he left her who is the one who will take a slut owned by black guys  in the States so fucking apparently puritanical?

 

Wow, Leone, don't think you could be more wrong.  This is a loving couple who are discovering new facets of their relationship.  They are taking this trip together.  What story did you  read?  Doesn't sound like the same one I did.  Further, calling her a "slut" in the pejorative sense was an asshole thing to do.  Yes, yes, we all love sluts but that's not how you meant it.

So, you want to enjoy this woman but not appreciate her. WTF?

More on this - so you want to shame this woman for enjoying her pussy in the same way you get to enjoy your own cock?  Shame on you, you owe her an apology

Edited March 3, 2019 by secondjag
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[leone55]

Secondjag: I said in the start that someone could not be agree with me, lol.

Do you believe i'm wrong? It could be but that was what I think also because Steve didn't me appear too happy in the start to share her wife, after he bended to the events as I wrote before.

But this is my point of view. Again: how would you call a wife that goes with other men back the shoulders of her husband?

A final consideration: I said that as a bull I have to be grateful to the cuckold couples, but I didn't say I would enjoy Leslie, moreover I didn't see her .

It remains my best consideration for what you think.

[secondjag]

4 minutes ago, leone55 said:

Secondjag: I said in the start that someone could not be agree with me, lol.

Do you believe i'm wrong? It could be but that was what I think also because Steve didn't me appear too happy in the start to share her wife, after he bended to the events as I wrote before.

But this is my point of view. Again: how would you call a wife that goes with other men back the shoulders of her husband?

A final consideration: I said that as a bull I have to be grateful to the cuckold couples, but I didn't say I would enjoy Leslie, moreover I didn't see her .

It remains my best consideration for what you think.

Leone, yes, you are wrong.  What do you call hubs who first cheat on their wives?  People make mistakes. She came clean with him, expanded his provincial ideas of what sex was. 

Best not to judge...

[leone55]

Secondjag: No point of meeting. Each of us will rest with his own idea...bye

[leone55]

rest = stay (I said my english is not the best)

 

[Guest SandL]

6 hours ago, leone55 said:

I also want to say my thoughts on this story, although I'm sure that many of you will not like what I'm about to say.
First of all I am Italian (andit is not English my mother tongue) so it could be that my writing contains errors that are not iexplaining  well what I want to mean.
Second thing, as a bull, I should be grateful to those people who love to share their wife (him) or love to have relationships with other men (her).
What I disagree with is Steve and Leslie's behavior. They assure to love each other and can not live one without the other.
Steve, however, complains the behavior of his wife in wanting other men, but , having the opportunity, he does not stop the affair but gives his agreement  to resume the intercourse.  Probably he thinks she would have done the same even against his will , but fuck, if he didn't want it he could show the "balls" and stop her: if Leslie actually did not want to lose him, as she says, she could have renounced. Otherwise it would be worth breaking, the world is full of women.
Leslie instead  appears to be a real slut. She states to love her husband, not wanting to live without him but can not give up fucking Robert! Now if she really love her husband, knowing that he suffers from this situation she could also make a renunciation, considering moreover that they also have a sex life that even if it does not satisfy her in full they can try to improve by talking about it.
But in my opinion the truth is that Leslie does not want to give up with Robert and doesn't  lose the economic and social security that her husband can give her. If he left her who is the one who will take a slut owned by black guys  in the States so fucking apparently puritanical?

 

Wow. Didn’t expect that. Neither of us did. But we knew we probably wouldn’t necessarily like all the reactions. But thanks for responding, I guess. 

L

[secondjag]

SandL, lots of "internet warriors" out there.  Incredible how self righteous you can be behind a keyboard. Pay it as much attention as it deserves.  Glad u guys are on the site.

[Guest SandL]

58 minutes ago, secondjag said:

SandL, lots of "internet warriors" out there.  Incredible how self righteous you can be behind a keyboard. Pay it as much attention as it deserves.  Glad u guys are on the site.

❤️ 

[leone55]

Some statements would not deserve any answer, so much they are provocative. But since someone insists on the wrong concepts that would do better to study instead of posting photos and videos taken from adult sites like Xhmaste, XVideo, Pornhub, Blacksonblonde, Blacked, Tumblr (when he allowed nudes) and so on, that each one could take from his self,  I confirm the meaning of the different terms:

SWING: when the components of a couple have sex with other people; they are called SWINGERS

CUCKOLD : when only one member of a couple has sex with other people with the partner's knowledge or agreement; if she's a woman is called HORWIFE or CUCKOLDRESS.

CHEATHING: when a member of a couple has sex behind the shoulder of the partner; if she's a woman is called SLUT.

I hope the concept has now been clarified.

This story borns as cheating, not cuckolding. I think Steve accepted (but really agreed?) to turn it on cuckolding fearing Leslie would have continued the same to meet Robert as she after did.

[1m4somefun]

What I find strange is all the advice from others meanwhile this is their adventure and it will be unique for them. I am happy for both and glad they are hear to share their travels with us. I can not nor will judge anyone but instead support both S & L with all they endeavour with this and hope they enjoy every step of this as if happens for them and only them  xxx

[Guest SandL]

5 hours ago, leone55 said:

Some statements would not deserve any answer, so much they are provocative. But since someone insists on the wrong concepts that would do better to study instead of posting photos and videos taken from adult sites like Xhmaste, XVideo, Pornhub, Blacksonblonde, Blacked, Tumblr (when he allowed nudes) and so on, that each one could take from his self,  I confirm the meaning of the different terms:

SWING: when the components of a couple have sex with other people; they are called SWINGERS

CUCKOLD : when only one member of a couple has sex with other people with the partner's knowledge or agreement; if she's a woman is called HORWIFE or CUCKOLDRESS.

CHEATHING: when a member of a couple has sex behind the shoulder of the partner; if she's a woman is called SLUT.

I hope the concept has now been clarified.

This story borns as cheating, not cuckolding. I think Steve accepted (but really agreed?) to turn it on cuckolding fearing Leslie would have continued the same to meet Robert as she after did.

Leone55, I was honest that I cheated. I make no apologies to you , but I made plenty to my husband. So many I can’t count and this has certainly led to more. But that’s not your fault. It’s mine. But after some introspection and some self awareness about ourselves, sex didn’t become something for us to hide from. Yes, our marriage is about more than sex....if we were that shallow we wouldn’t still be together. Sex doesn’t define who he is to me or who I am to him. That’s what we came to understand. After our understandings about who we are to each other blossomed and matured, Steve grew to find my sexual “adventures” arousing...to the point that he suggested I return to my guy for just sex, since tats all he had ever provided for me. He loves me that much and wanted me to experience all that I could. For that, he’s not acquiescing out of fear he’ll lose me. He’s acting heroic on behalf of his wife and I’m both humbled by it and love him for it. So it’s something we both are in favor of. I’m not leading him through this as though he has no choice. 

Hope that helps. I hope you’ll read this in the kind and considerate way I intentionally answered you...please afford us the same. 

Thanks. 

[Guest SandL]

6 hours ago, 1m4somefun said:

What I find strange is all the advice from others meanwhile this is their adventure and it will be unique for them. I am happy for both and glad they are hear to share their travels with us. I can not nor will judge anyone but instead support both S & L with all they endeavour with this and hope they enjoy every step of this as if happens for them and only them  xxx

Thanks! ❤️ 

[leone55]

45 minutes ago, SandL said:

Leone55, I was honest that I cheated. I make no apologies to you , but I made plenty to my husband. So many I can’t count and this has certainly led to more. But that’s not your fault. It’s mine. But after some introspection and some self awareness about ourselves, sex didn’t become something for us to hide from. Yes, our marriage is about more than sex....if we were that shallow we wouldn’t still be together. Sex doesn’t define who he is to me or who I am to him. That’s what we came to understand. After our understandings about who we are to each other blossomed and matured, Steve grew to find my sexual “adventures” arousing...to the point that he suggested I return to my guy for just sex, since tats all he had ever provided for me. He loves me that much and wanted me to experience all that I could. For that, he’s not acquiescing out of fear he’ll lose me. He’s acting heroic on behalf of his wife and I’m both humbled by it and love him for it. So it’s something we both are in favor of. I’m not leading him through this as though he has no choice. 

Hope that helps. I hope you’ll read this in the kind and considerate way I intentionally answered you...please afford us the same. 

Thanks. 

Leslie,  first of all I want to be clear that you and your hubby are free to do what you want and prefer and you both don't have to justify nor apologize with me. What I would to say is only that you cheated your husband and your story is not a cuckold story as you settled it up but a cheating story. And also confirm my conviction - from how your husband @@@@@@@ the story from his part - that Steve was  inside himself "forced" to accept your cheating.

What I don't absolutely agree is with those who praise your behavior as an expression of freedom and mind openness.

Yes, marriage and sex are different things but marriage is sex too and above all trust and you betrayed Steve's trust. And I don't think, as you say, that "he grew to find your sexual adventures arousing", I think he was aware that you should be returned to your guy in every case (be sincere and answer to me about that).

A last thing: what if instead of you would be him to cheat you on behind your shoulders, would you be so quiet as if nothing would be happened? Think over this.

But as I said in the beginning, they are not my issues and you are free to do what you like more (from my side I would have broken with my wife - but we all don't think in the same way).

[Guest SandL]

Answer you? Nope. We can go our own ways at this point. But thanks for reading. Have fun.