24 comments/ 132364 views/ 25 favorites I'm in Trouble By: likebstar Help! I may have gotten myself into something I can't handle. I don't actually have a story to tell yet, but I can tell you what's happened so far, and maybe some of you can give me advice as to my situation and how to deal with it. For a long time, I've fantasized about my wife fooling around with other guys. This started about 6 months after we started dating, and has extended into our 2 years of a great marriage. I'm not sure what turns me on so much about this, maybe the idea of having to compete for her, maybe the idea of living vicariously through her, maybe feeling submissive to her, maybe just the idea that my wife is a sexual creature. My strongest fantasies usually have her being very blatant about her flings, openly seeing other men, getting it on with a guy right in front of me - all very familiar I'm sure to anyone who has read a "Loving Wives" story. My wife Elisa (not her real name) is 27, petite (5"3"), with short blonde hair and haunting brown eyes. She has a hot body, with amazing perky medium-small breasts (both nipples are pierced with small steel loops, making them stand up on display and hard to hide). She has an awesome round ass that she shows off often by wearing low-waisted pants with g-string underwear, the "T" of which is inevitably visible to any voyeuristic eye, riding high above her low-cut pants. Elisa also keeps her pussy in a neatly trimmed strip, and has a cute tattoo to the right above her crotch, but far enough below her belly button that if you have ever seen it, then you most likely were her lover... (As for me, I'm 36 (look 26 ...geez what a cliché haha), 5'11" with short brown hair, brown eyes, slightly tan, slim build.) I've always shared my fantasies with her, and she's been generous enough to humor me with false tales of going out and fucking other boys, etc. When we discuss it seriously, she admits that she wouldn't mind fooling around if she could find the right guy, but would never want to actually fuck any other guy but me. That was fine, as the idea of her just kissing another guy is enough to drive me crazy with lust and jealousy. Knowing this is a my constant obsession, Elisa had recently started to casually be more on the lookout for cute boys, but it had so far been half-hearted, as the motivation for doing so wasn't as much hers as it was mine. Then something happened recently. We were at a crowded club a couple of weeks ago, and at one point she was dancing in another part of the club. Driving home at the end of the night, she mentioned that she briefly met a guy named David while dancing and he had given her his phone #. On further inquiry, she admitted that he was attractive and that they had been flirtatiously eyeing each other all night. A week went by, his phone number sat on the counter uncalled. I figured she wasn't that interested in him, and had oddly mixed feelings about it, relieved in one way, kind of disappointed in another. The following weekend, we were leaving a music event when a young, tall guy with no shirt, tanned body, slender and muscular, grabbed Elisa's arm and said "Hi!" It was David. As we happened to be in a rush, Elisa only had time for a quick smile and a "Hi! Great to see you!" as we walked out. For some reason, this encounter made Elisa feel bad about not having called him. At the same time she didn't know how to handle it, as she felt it wasn't right not to let him know up-front that she was married and just wanted to be friends. This line of thought had me raise an eyebrow, as she has plenty of friends that she barely has time for, yet she wanted to start a new friendship with a guy she didn't even know?! Regardless, I advised her that she best be honest, as it wouldn't be fair if she got his hopes up for a potential girlfriend when that wasn't going to happen. This Tuesday night when we went to bed, she was unusually restless and we ended up having hot and mutually intense sex. It was not in any way routine for a work night, and by the time she finally came hard from riding my cock and collapsed against me, I was really wondering what got her so worked up to begin with. Nuzzled against my neck, she whispered, "I don't know what I'm doing..." I asked her what she was talking about. "I made a date to go out with David on Thursday night". My heart started pounding. I asked her if she told him she was married. She said she had, but he was still excited to see her regardless. She didn't expect that response, and found herself saying yes to his invite. He had suggested they go to a popular restaurant, and then go out to a music event afterwards. She countered that she had an important work meeting the following day (which was true), and that she may not be able to stay out very late. Her admission that she made a date with another man, and her related subsequent horniness after doing so, kept me wide-awake with a raging hard-on for most of the night. Today is Friday. Last night I watched me wife get ready for a date with another man. It was surreal. The first blow to my gut was walking into the bathroom while she was showering and noticing that she was shaving and trimming her pussy! I knew she usually only does that when she thinks she may have sex that night, but I didn't mention it, and felt like it was just her way of making herself feel sexier. And regardless, she kept emphasizing to me that she was not expecting to do anything at all on the date, just to talk and get to know him. She took an exceptionally long time putting on some light makeup and doing her hair. I then watched her put on a black lace g-string, followed by extremely low-cut jeans. When she held out two black evening shirts asking for my advice regarding which one to wear, my shaking hand was ruled more by my cock then my heart as it pointed to the one that showed more skin. Thankfully, she tut-tutted me and said she didn't want to give him the wrong idea and put on the more conservative one. This was ludicrous of course, as what did she think a man had in mind when he asked a married woman for a date? And what did she think he thought her motivations were when she actually said yes? She finally completed the outfit in her trademark black leather platform boots. My heart was pounding, she looked hot. When she left at 7pm, (he rang our apt buzzer to pick her up) she mentioned once again that she would be home early, right after dinner. I asked her to give me a call if she stayed out later then expected. She didn't come home until almost 2am. Needless to say, I had been wide-awake all night, with a feeling like my insides were twisting. She walked through the living room, nonchalantly said hi, and quickly slunk into the bathroom. When she finally came out, I could tell she had been drinking. I held her, and asked her quietly if she had been a bad girl. She slowly nodded... yes. I asked what she had done. "We just kissed... " She mumbled. "What else?" I croaked. "..We didn't have sex or anything" She replied. "We just kissed a lot" I asked her how long they had been making out and where. "I don't know... hours, I guess... in his car" At this point I was actually hyperventilating from the different emotions I was feeling. We sat on the couch, and she told me how she didn't expect it, and how he's a great guy, who is extremely athletic (an ex-boxer), highly intelligent, sensitive and charming. She told him about our arrangement, that she could see anyone she wishes with my blessing and encouragement, he told her about his long-distance girlfriend and open relationship...and then she told me how when they finally kissed, how sensual he was, and how much she was attracted to him, how she put her hand in his shirt to feel his soft skin and hard chest, how he slipped his hand down her pants to grab her ass... She told me about how wet he made her and how much better a kisser he was then I, and how she almost came just from making out with him. "I'm in big trouble aren't I?" I asked. "Yes, you are... " She said. I felt compelled to inquire, "Were you tempted to do more with him... how far were you tempted to go?" "I wanted to fuck him." She answered bluntly. My knees went weak on me, and I felt light-headed. At the same time my cock, trapped in my pants, was hard as a rock and slick with precum. "But you've always said you didn't want to actually fuck any other guy but me?" I stammered. "Well, I guess I've changed my mind!" She flippantly replied. "So what stopped you from going home with him?" I asked, expecting a romantic answer about her preferring to come home to me. "Because I have this morning business meeting that I can't miss, and I knew if I went to his house, I'd be there all night! She replied. I was reeling. My sweet, young, loving, and so-far, faithful, wife was telling me that the only reason why she was at home with me and not out RIGHT NOW fucking another man - a practical stranger - all night, was because of a lousy work meeting! "So, are you going to see him again?" I tentatively asked, already knowing the answer. "Of course!" She replied. "...Do you want to fuck him?" I whimpered. "No,... She paused, "...I'm GOING to fuck him!" I stifled a groan. "What if I asked you not to see him again?" I ventured. "I've had to put up with your constant hounding about this fantasy of yours about me fooling around with another boy for years, and now that I've finally found a guy that I want to do it with, you can't handle it?" She exclaimed. "If you ask me not to, I won't do it, but I'll completely lose respect for you!" What could I say to that? I'm now stuck with a situation I created, but not sure if I can handle. They have tentative plans to see each other again some night next week, and the chance that they won't end up in his bed are slim to none. I have no doubt that he's going to make her addicted to his flesh and become her regular lover, as the combination of his charm, sensuality and tall, muscular, tanned, body will be the ultimate aphrodisiac for her. She didn't even give me a sympathy fuck last night, she was too tired, and of course, the morning meeting. As she rolled over, she whispered, "Do you think he will like my pierced nipples?" "Yes, I think he's going to fucking love your pierced nipples." I replied, and grabbed my cock to relieve myself. "Mmm...I hope so... " she mumbled, and fell asleep. Painful, erotic images of her tits and hard nipples, wet with another man's saliva, as his hands and mouth ravaging her, together with the echo of her soft moans as she responded to his touch, haunted my mind. The above is real and happening to me right now. Like I said, I don't know how to handle it. It gives me a raging hardon, but at the same time, makes me dizzy with fear and jealousy. If any of you guys out there in "Loving Wives" have any tips for me about to handle this, I'd love to hear 'em. Please tell me what I am supposed to do all night when I know where she is and what she's doing! And if any of you naughty wives and girlfriends have any suggestions as to how I should behave while my love has her fun, please don't hesitate to give me your experienced guidance. - Scared boy I'm in Trouble Ch. 02 The following week, Elisa came home from work to announce that she had made a date with Dave to go out that Wednesday night. I was nervous and scared, as she had previously made it clear that she planned to fuck him the next time they got together. I asked if he was picking her up, and if so, could I maybe meet him before he takes her away for the night? She said she would think about it, but didn't make any promises. On Wednesday, she called me from work to inform me that the plan had changed; she would drive to his place rather then him picking her up. I was both disappointed and relieved. This meant that I wasn't going to meet him, but at least she would have more control over when she will come home if she had her own car. Shortly after we got home from work that evening, the scary panic I have been feeling all week went into overdrive. Again, I remind you: I'm a regular guy with no real wild or kinky sexual experiences. My wife Elisa is the same, she may have had a few one-night stands in college, but she's always had regular boyfriends with no really crazy experiences. Like I've said before, she's young, hip, and stylish; she has a fit petite body; she's a natural blonde; and many have commented that she closely resembles Jennifer Jason Leigh (Look up any photo stills of her in the film "Anniversary Party" and you'll have an image of Elisa.) In short, she's beautiful and classy. We have been, up until now, happily monogamous and very close. We do everything together, we are intimate friends, and we are deeply devoted and caring toward each other. I know many of you reading this have the same loving relationship with your wives or girlfriends. Now imagine what it would feel like to come home one day from work as usual, exchange idle chitchat about your day, and then have her turn to you, look into your eyes, and casually request: "Will you run a bath for me? I'd like to shave my pussy for (another man) tonight." Imagine her calling you into the bathroom to ask for help to make sure the thin "landing strip" of blonde pubic hair above her pussy is shaved evenly - for HIM. "Just think, in a few hours, His mouth will be where your fingers are!" She teased as I shaved her. "So will his cock." I grumbled. "No," She corrected, "His cock will be deep in here!" and she stuck a finger into her sex. She then asked me to pick out which panties I thought would please him. I chose a red thong that was a personal favorite of mine. The rest of her outfit was casual but sexy: low jeans (her gstring very visible), red tank top (no bra), and her trademark platform boots. She also asked me to give her some condoms, and I nervously handed a few to her. She smiled at me mischievously and stuck them in her pocket. Finally, she was ready to go, and I got on my knees as she unbutton her jeans to allow me one last kiss of the pussy that had been exclusively mine until this night. The next six (!) hours of waiting at home were extremely hard for me, to put it mildly. As I watched the clock get deeper into the AM, my mind raced in circles about what he was doing to her that made her want to stay in his bed for so long. Finally, around 4am, the phone rang. She was in the car, on her way home. I asked her if she was okay, "Yes" she responded, "but I've been a very bad girl!" My head was spinning. I asked how many condoms he had used. "Three" She replied. I groaned out loud, and hesitantly asked her if he made her come. (Her orgasm is generally elusive, she doesn't necessarily come every time she has sex, and she will only come once if at all). "Yes" She admitted. "More then once?" I whimpered. "Uh.. yah." She replied nonchalantly. "Oh shit." I whispered to myself as we hung up. When she got home, she immediately ordered me to my knees and informed me that she will be reciting every detail of what she did with him, and even act out some of it out with me. She told me about making out with him on the couch, following him into his bedroom, and making out on his bed while he impatiently stripped off her clothes and buried his face into her pussy. "He loved my pussy!" She exclaimed, "He couldn't believe how wet I was! You remember how dripping wet I used to get when we were first going out? That's how wet I was for him. He had his long, strong fingers inside me, stroking hard against my gspot while he tongued me, and I arched my back to push against his mouth. In fact, I was on the verge of coming from the moment he had his mouth between my legs!" We were on our bed now, my mouth was on her wet and swollen pussy as she told me about how good his mouth was for her in that same position just hours previously. She demonstrated how she arched her back and raised her crotch to his hungry mouth as he brought her to her first orgasm of the night. She smelled strongly of sex and latex. "I want to be inside you!" He exclaimed as she started to go down him, and he tore open the packet of a condom and slipped it over his hard throbbing cock. She slowly crawled up his tanned, muscular body, then pushed back against his swollen head. It slid into her easily, her wet pussy lips lubricated the way for his sheathed manhood as their mouths joined hungrily and his tongue teased hers. She fully sat up on him, his cock completely buried deep inside her. He fondled her tits and pinched her erect nipples, then grabbed her waist and told her how he had been looking forward to seeing her in this exact position all week. When she told me about this, she was on top of me in the same position, and the realness of how hot she must have looked and felt for him made my jealousy even more intense - He knew she will soon be sitting on his cock right after their first date! He knew my precious, sweet little girl would be his personal fuck-toy! He flipped her over and proceeded to fuck her hard and fast. He manipulated her petite form into a multitude of positions. They fucked all over his bed. As his cock was slamming in and out of her, she came hard, her body meeting his thrusts. Hearing her come and feeling her pussy contract made his cock start to explode inside her. He screamed out in ecstasy, and filled the first condom with his hot cum. They rested and chatted about his current and previous lovers. They joked about how I was at home wishing I could be watching. He asked her if I would consider watching them on video as a compromise... His cock was hard again almost immediately. He slipped on the second condom and placed his cock between her legs. She never stopped being wet for him, and she moaned while he took her once more. His tongue entwined with hers as he fucked her deep, his chest pressed against her hot, firm tits, she pushed them harder against him by arching her back. She demonstrated this position with me so I would know how it must have felt for him. He softly murmured to her about how warm and soft her skin was, and how she smelled good. But He fucked her hard and rough like the slut she had become. He stuck a finger in her ass as he fucked her, which made her come again. He fucked her from behind, his big hands wrapped around her petite waist, pulling her whole body toward him, repeatedly plunging his cock in and out of her open sex. He fucked her desperately, like he was using her body to scratch an itch he hadn’t been able to reach for years. He came again, screaming out once more, and lay beside her, his chest rising and falling, his heart still pounding. Their bodies were hot, and their skin was flushed red from lust and friction. They lay there in each other’s arms and chatted briefly, until his cock was hard once again and pressed urgently against her stomach. She lovingly slipped the third condom onto his throbbing, relentless dick; she wanted to feel him inside her one more time. He raised her legs, placing her ankles on his shoulders. He brought her knees together, and made her pussy tight around his thick shaft. He teased and played with her; pulling his cock almost all the way out, then plunging into her once more. He spread her legs wide and in one motion, pulled out of her wet pussy and pushed it into her ass. She screamed out in surprise and pain, (she normally needs to ease it in gently) he pulled out of her ass and plunged back into her pussy. He did this to her repeatedly. She happened to tell me that particular detail while I was fucking her, and I came instantly. We had previously agreed that no matter what she would ever do with another boy, her ass would be only for me. In one night she proved that I no longer had any control of her, and she was going to do anything she pleased. I was now completely humiliated and at her mercy, and I loved it. She was going to come again, and needed him to hold out for her. She kissed him hungrily and dug her heels into his thrusting ass, urging him to go deeper and harder to bring on her orgasm. He came again right after she had reached her peak, and once again they rested. She finally noticed what time it was, and made a move to get dressed. But he wanted her again, so he held her down and began to seduce her with his tongue and hands. Fortunately for me, she came to her senses and told him she had to go. She knew she wanted to give me a sympathy fuck, and that just wouldn't be possible if she took his cock one more time, she may get too sore. So they said a sweet goodbye, with hints of getting together again soon, and she came home to me. Her beautiful body having been completely satiated and ravaged by a real man, after so many years of mediocre and routine married sex. I really don't remember the last time we had sex more then a couple of times in one night. Hearing her tell me how he fucked her repeatedly and how she wanted it over and over made my stomach churn and my cock rock hard. She only let me come once when she came home that night because she was very tired and sore. I masturbated repeatedly until dawn, and spooned her sweet, round ass; warm, soft, firm, and no longer only mine.