0 comments/ 29723 views/ 30 favorites A New Relationship By: buddhahat "But why do you need to see him tonight? We've planned this evening for some time. These reservations are very hard to get..." I was annoyed and didn't try to hide it. My wife was sitting at her vanity, fresh from the shower and wearing a sheer robe and was now pulling on black thigh-high stockings. Vanessa came to me and put her arms around me. Kissed my cheek and cooed: "I know darling and I'm very sorry to disappoint you, I wanted to spend the evening together too. But...Sean was very adamant and he has been traveling so much that I can't see him as often as I'd like...please understand?" "Listen, why don't we compromise?" she continued, "we'll go to dinner and I'll ask Sean to just pick me up from the restaurant? That way we get to enjoy dinner together and then I can see him after...is that okay?" Great, I thought to myself, I get the dinner bill and he gets the appetizer, entree and dessert when he takes my wife to his apartment and she takes her clothes off for him...I must be nuts to allow this. I felt I had enough.. "Look, I don't like this. I'm being taken advantage of and I don't understand why. What's so great about this guy anyway? You should be with your husband. Look how you are getting ready for him. You weren't going to wear this before you got that call from him. Why's he so special?" I demanded. Vanessa bid me to sit down on the bed beside her and kissed me full on the lips. I couldn't help but notice her robe had parted and I could see the skin of her bare chest and her upper thighs then the stark black of the thigh high stockings she had on. "Darling, there are some things I need to tell you. So please just listen. First, and most importantly, I love you with all my heart. You are my soulmate. My rock. I'll always be with you. I'll always return to you. You know this, right? " She looked deeply into my eyes. My god, she is gorgeous. "Yes, I understand that." I murmured. "Good. That is the most important thing. Now, this next part may be hard for you so please just listen to me first," she continued. My heart leapt in my chest. What next? "I usually just date someone for a little bit and then there are long periods where I'm with only you...and you've said you are ok with that, we've been like this since before we got married...you knew this about me and accept it. Right?" "That's true." I allowed. "Well, I've been seeing Sean longer than any of my other, uh, lovers...and, I, uh, want to see him even more. What I mean is, he wants to be my "boyfriend"... and I want him to be my boyfriend." I objected. "What? What does that even mean? You are a married woman. You are married to me. How can you have a boyfriend?" "I know, I know. It is an unusual desire and an unfair request. But, I'm sorry. I want to have an exclusive physical relationship with Sean. No other lovers. Just him." Vanessa explained this with her eyes downcast. Suddenly shy. Nervous. I didn't know what to say. What *could* I say to this? I could only get to the heart of the matter... "Do you love him, Vanessa?" She sighed...and looked into my eyes. "No. I don't love him. Not like I love you, anyway. I'm...utterly, I don't know..., in lust with him. No. More than that...I need him physically. I need to be consumed by him. Sexually...owned by him. I can't explain. I'm sorry..." she trailed off. Unsure what to say. "But why honey? Why this guy? What is so special? You've told me how great the sex is. But you've told me that about other guys, too. We have great sex too, you've told me... why him?" I was trying to hold my ground. "Darling. My husband...this is hard for me to say but I have to confess this to you. Sean is by far, the best lover I've ever had. No comparison. He has taken me to new heights of pleasure. I've never had sex like this before..." I felt a stabbing sensation in my chest. What could I say to this? I could only express my hurt. My uncertainty. "I thought you loved the sex that we have?" I finally asked. "oh I do, I do," she rushed, "and I still do. But this is totally different..." "But he is better than I am in bed?" I asked. She looked me in the eye and took my hand. "Yes" was all she said. "How? How better?" I challenged. "Darling...please. Let's not". she begged. "you know I said I'd never compare lovers". "Yes, but this is different, isn't it. You said you want him as your boyfriend. You are telling me that his is by far the best lover you've had. And you want to more of it. I deserve to know why..." "Okay. If you must know, I'll tell you. But you can't act hurt when I tell you since you've asked me to tell you. Let's see...one, he knows my body entirely and knows exactly how to arouse me, two, I get aroused just thinking about seeing him and I've never been wetter than when I'm with him, three, he has unbelievable stamina and can pleasure me 3 even 4 times in a night and four...well, he has the most beautiful and perfect cock I've ever seen, touched, tasted or had inside me..." she fell quiet. "I see," was all I could say. This was a lot to take in. Vanessa had always given me details about her dates before as we both enjoyed it as a prelude to our own lovemaking but these were new details about Sean. "Is he,...bigger than I am?" I managed to ask. "oh darling, please don't..." "Just answer me." Vanessa was silent of for a bit. Then her attitude changed slightly and she looked me directly in the eye. Gone was her shyness. "Yes. Yes he is. He is much bigger than you. I have to be honest because it is true. I've never experienced anyone like him. I've never really thought about it before. I mean, I have had lovers with large penises and small penises and all sized in between but I never sought out any particular size. But Sean...well, he is just amazing. It's not just that he is bigger...than you...but also just better. Lasts longer. Goes deeper. Gets harder. Cums more. All things I never knew existed. He's ruined me for other men. No one else compares. And...and now I'm totally hooked and can't imagine sex without him." She ended this revelation on a defiant note. I was in utter turmoil. So much happening at once...my wife wanting a steady boyfriend, and that boyfriend being the best lover she's ever had and now my wife looking at me in the eye and telling me point blank that her boyfriend had a cock that pleasured her in ways that I was not able to provide. This was all new territory. I felt sick to my stomach. But, to my utter dismay, I was also getting aroused. My body betraying me. Hearing her describe him and how he pleasured her, was turning me on. Then hearing how I was smaller than he was; how much better his cock is, than mine, twistedly made my own cock harden... "I, I thought you liked my cock," I asked. "Oh I do, darling. There is nothing wrong with you. I love you inside me. I love you in my mouth... but I just have to admit that I love and need his cock even more." as she said this to me she glanced down to my crotch as if to reacquaint herself with her husband's equipment...and she noticed the clear bulge in my jeans. Vanessa looked at me and asked, "are you turned on, David?" I said nothing. Embarrassed. Because I was. Her hand move to my upper thigh. Touching. Then brushed across my hardness. "Oh you are. You are so very hard right now. Why? What made you so aroused, my husband? Surely it wasn't hearing about my boyfriend? Was it? " I still said nothing. Just shifted uncomfortably in my pants. My erection approaching physical pain levels of hardness. Vanessa squeezed my cock through my pants and I nearly came right then. She then started rubbing me through the cloth as she whispered in my ear..."oh darling. This makes me so happy. I'm so happy that you really want me to be with Sean. Your body is telling me what you really want. I love that it arouses you to know how much I love being fucked by him in every possible way..." I was breathing shallowly and rapidly. I was barely holding back. "my god, I think you are even getting harder. How is that possible? Does hearing about how much bigger and better he is than you, really turn you on? How his cock goes deeper into your wife's pussy than you ever could? Does it turn you on to know that I've orgasmed as soon as he's entered me? When you've never even made me cum with just your cock alone?... you like hearing that? Does it arouse you to know that I cum on his cock multiple times? Sometimes if feels like one continuous orgasm?" I was just panting. Hating myself for feeling like this. Hating that she was right. "Do you, husband? Do you like knowing this about your wife and her boyfriend? Does it turn you on to know that I drop to my knees and lovingly suck his cock whenever he asks...and more often than that I beg him to let me? That I love when he cums in my mouth or even on my face? Have I ever done 'that with you?" Vanessa was now playing me like a toy. Knowing exactly what buttons she was pressing. The control she now had. "I want you" was all I could muster at that point. "I need to hear you say it first, darling. I need to hear you say, 'yes, it turns me on that your boyfriend is a bigger and better lover than I am" My god, what's happened to my wife? I thought to myself. Where did this come from? Normally so conservative and demure. What's he done to her? Whats she done to me? "Tell me, David" "... yes. Yes, goddammit Yes, Vanessa, it turns me on to hear that. To know that when you go out with him that you are getting the best sex of your life. I hate it but it also turns me on... now I want you.." I started to push the robe off her shoulders. She stood up and let the robe fall to the ground. Nude except for her black thigh high stockings. I started to pull her toward me of her to straddle me as I sat on the bed. She resisted my direction. "Look at me David. Look at how wet I am. " With that she lifted a leg and placed her foot on the bed so that her sex was exposed. She was soaking wet. Literally glistening with desire. Her inner thighs were coated. I'd never seen her that aroused. She ran her fingers across those wet thighs and then let her middle finger drag up her slit to her clit. She offered that wet finger to my lips but before I could taste her she said "tonight my pussy belongs to Sean, not you. So I'll let you taste my desire for my boyfriend on my fingers but you don't get your wife until her boyfriend has finished with her." With that she pushed her fingers into my mouth. As I tasted her desire, her lust for this other man, I went nearly went over the edge and was about to cum in my pants without even being touched...but I held back. Vanessa withdrew her fingers from my mouth and rubbed them across my face. "You can enjoy my scent all night as you wait for me..and," she looked down at the bulge in my pants, "that I don't want you to cum until I get home tonight." She smiled then, and leaned down and kissed me on the cheek. "Let's get ready for dinner...can you help find some panties that Sean might like?" she coyly asked... ——— While the restaurant was perfect, the food delicious and my wife was easily the most stunning woman in the room; our conversation was a bit stilted with so much unsaid. Moreover, Vanessa wasn't really eating that much. I asked "do you not like the food, darling?" She smiled. That perfect, gorgeous smile. "It's wonderful. I'm sorry honey, I'm just a little preoccupied and don't really want to get too full..." The unsaid was clear; she was saving herself for the sex should be having with her boyfriend in an hour's time. Vanessa was wearing a black dress. Simple. Perfect. Sexy without being obviously sexy. Mid-thigh in length, it hid the fact she was wearing stockings. Only once did I see her dress ride up enough to show me a shock of pale, perfect flesh above the stockings. What no one else could see were the sexiest lace panties...thong back and a sheer front that allowed whomever was lucky enough to take in such a sight to be treated to a nearly transparent view of her gorgeous, smooth mons and labia. I know this because I chose them for her. But now she was wearing them for Sean to enjoy. Thinking about this was starting to make me hard again...would he take her in and slowly undress her? Or would he just strip those panties off of her and make her naked for him right away? Does she unzip him and take him out of his pants? What is she like with him? I was musing about this when she broke me out of my reverie. "Darling, listen; there are a few more things we need to discuss before Sean picks me up in a few minutes." Vanessa said. Oh god. What else could there be? I wondered. "I'm listening." "So as I said at home, Sean and I are going to have this exclusive physical relationship; I'll be his girlfriend. Of course, I'm your wife and will always be your wife, but from here on, i'm also his girlfriend, do you understand?" she asked and then sipped her wine. "Not really," I had to admit. "I'm not sure I understand what the actual implication of this is with regard to you and I...that just means you aren't really in an "open" relationship but rather you are in a love triangle, or something. What am I missing?" I asked, keeping my voice low as this was an awkward conversation to have in a crowded restaurant. "Yes, that is true. I no longer have any desire for other lovers." she replied, "but it's a little more complicated than that. I will see Sean regularly. Probably every Tuesday and Thursday night. There may be times when I see him on the weekend or there may be times when he calls me up, like he did tonight, and I we need to see each other. I may want to go away for a weekend with him...I need you to understand and accept that." "I...I, don't know that I can, Vanessa." "Darling, you must. I need this. Please don't take it away from me..." I could see the imploring look in her eyes. "what else does it mean?" I asked. "Well, just like earlier at home, my body is off limits to you on my date nights with Sean. He wants me unsullied by anyone else and that includes my husband. Pure. Just for him. My body belongs to him totally on those nights..." she was looking down again, toying with her wine glass. There was silence as I tried to think of what to say as well as fight off the familiar arousal that always seems to happen now when she talks about this. Before I could respond, she continued, "and one more thing and I'm sorry that I'm just telling this to you now. I started taking birth control pills a couple of months ago and tonight I intend to let Sean take me with nothing between us..." Oh my god. I couldn't believe this. Vanessa wouldn't go on the pill before despite me asking her to do so. We had unprotected sex only just before or after her cycle and even then she wouldn't let me finish inside her. And now this. Now she is telling me that she has gone onto the pill of him and will now let him enjoy her bare. I was hurt, jealous, angry...but at the same time, as I imagined her pushing into her bare, thrusting with his naked cock into my wife's exposed and unprotected pussy...then cumming inside of her...jesus, I'm so twisted...I'm rock hard again. "I can see by your expression, darling, that you've thought through and understand that this means...Sean won't be using those extra large condoms anymore and, he can now cum inside me whenever he wants to...and I hope he wants to..." Vanessa leaned toward me and started stroking my hand and then she whispered, "I mean, he's already cum so many times in your wife's mouth, on her face and all over her ass, why not let him cum inside your wife's pussy..." Just then her phone buzzed and she released my hand to look at the SMS. I was in shock. Simply had nothing to say. So many revelations in one night. So much had changed. The earth was suddenly soft and unsteady. My mind was reeling with so many emotions yet my body was speaking with clarity: I was as aroused as I'd ever been at that precise moment. "Sean is here. He's coming in to get me." Vanessa's eyes gleamed. I sensed her changing gears. Becoming a different woman. Not my wife. "What? He's coming in? Why?" I asked. "Why not just go out an meet him?" "I don't know. I guess he thought it more considerate to come in and pick me up...ah here he comes." Vanessa beamed. I wasn't prepared for this. I'd never met any of her lovers. She'd pointed out someone she'd slept with at work conferences before but they knew she was married and didn't approach her in my presence. They didn't know that I knew about her sexual adventures and assumed she was doing it in secret. I always got a thrill in observing them surreptitiously while recalling some of the details that Vanessa would share after their encounters during our foreplay. But this was different. This implied that Sean knew that I knew. That I approved. How awkward. I watched him approach. Hard not to notice that he was very good looking. Looked Mediterranean, not dark but certainly olive complexion. Fit. Assured Totally Vanessa's type. Instant jealousy. "Ah, there you are darling," he said as he leaned down and kissed her on the mouth. Then he looked at me somewhat expectantly and then Vanessa looked me directly in the eye and said "Sean, this is my husband David. David, this is...my boyfriend Sean." Wow. She wasn't kidding. Luckily the table next to us had departed and no one, that I could tell, had heard this humiliating exchange. It was about to get worse. Sean smiled and reached across the table "ah, nice to meet you. Vanessa is a beautiful woman, you are very lucky man to be married to her. And, I suppose," he chuckled slightly, "I'm a very lucky man to have her as my girlfriend." There was an awkward silence until Vanessa giggled and said "oh, no. I think I'm the luckiest of all of us...2 perfect men in my life!" With that, all 3 of us laughed, Sean because he knew he had her coming home with him and I laughed because I knew she had very different meanings for "perfect" for each of us. "Well, David. If you don't mind too much, I'm going to take your wife out for the rest of the night," Sean said, though I don't think he was really asking. He extended his hand to Vanessa and she took it in hers. His hand was quite big. Thick wrists. She looked so petite in his hand. She stood and then leaned over and kissed me chastely on the cheek. "Good night, honey. I might be home a little late tonight..." With that she was a walking out hand in hand with her boyfriend. As I saw the exit the restaurant, I saw his had slide down to possessively hold his girlfriend's ass as he showed her through the door. My wife was gone for the night. She now belonged to another man. I ordered a double scotch and the asked for the bill... ——— I awoke with a start; not sure what time it was or what woke me. I looked at the clock and saw it was 2:30 am. The bed beside me was empty. My wife was not yet home. Then the blur of waking up wore off and the whole evening came back to me. Vanessa had spent the last 5 or so hours being fucked bare by her boyfriend. As I was wondering what she might still be doing at this hour (and if she was ok), I thought I heard the sound of muffled voices downstairs and then I heard the front door open and close. A few minutes later the bedroom door opened and Vanessa came in. "Hi. It's late. Are you ok?" I asked. "I'm perfectly ok, darling. I'm sorry to be so late and to wake you but I did say that tonight was special. Anyway, Sean just dropped me off and we had a...uh night cap ...downstairs before he left for home. He's just gone now." "Sean was here?" I asked, feeling a stab of jealousy, despite myself. A New Relationship "Yes, darling, I invited him in. I didn't want the evening to end and he was the perfect gentleman in wanting to see me to the door." Then she laughed and said "he had to make up for being less than the perfect gentleman for hours before that." "Come to bed" I said I was so jealous. Wanted my wife. To hold her. To make sure she was still mine. "I, um, I should shower darling. I mean, you know..." Vanessa started heading to the bathroom. "No, I want to talk first. I need to just see you before you shower. So much has happened tonight. Please, darling just sit with me." Vanessa came and sat on the edge of the bed beside me. I took her hand. Stared at her wedding band. She followed my gaze and bent down and kissed me "I love you, David." That made me so happy to hear that. I kissed her back. Deeply. Kissed her neck. Caressed her skin. Touched her hair. After the euphoria of hearing those words, I began to notice how different she tasted. How different her scent was. Her perfume mixed with something muskier. Something more masculine. And then something else entirely on top of that. Sex. I could smell their sex. It suddenly became overwhelming. I kissed her mouth again and she tasted different. I wondered "had she just been sucking him downstairs?" I began to notice that she had marks on her neck and chest. I unzipped her dress and she stood and removed it. I noticed several things at once. Vanessa had bite marks on her breasts and around her nipples. She clearly had some spots of dried semen on her breasts and upper chest. She was wearing no panties And, she had some kind of gold chain around her waist that hung just above her bare mons and had a single gold strand that fell between her legs and ended with two pearls. My wife was standing before me in just heels and stockings. I never wanted her so badly in my life. But I had to know what had happened. "Tell me" was all I said. "I don't know where to start" Vanessa sighed. "Did he fuck you?" "Don't be silly, darling. Of course he did. in fact he just fucked me downstairs 10 minutes ago" I was still laying in bed and I pulled her toward me so that my face was just centimeters from her vulva. She pulled back slightly but I could clearly see she was glistening with what had to be her boyfriend's cum. "Did he cum inside you?" "oh god yes. 3 times. And I swallowed him once. He gets hard so quickly and so many times." As I continued to gaze at her used sex, I looked more closely at the waist chain. Where the part that encircled her waist met the single strand was a small charm that appeared to have "SC" on it. His initials. He had marked my wife with his ownership. Claiming her pussy with a gold chain while I claimed her hand in marriage with a gold ring. She looked down and said, "isn't it gorgeous? So sexy that he gave this to me." "You're going to wear this all the time?" I asked. "Yes, honey. I have to. I want to." she replied. "And look," she continued, "this part hangs down and rubs me when I walk if I put in my panties. This is to me think of him all the time." Vanessa swayed here hips slightly and the chain swung and while doing so rubbed across her labia. I pulled her into bed and we kissed again. She felt between my legs and found my hard cock. She squeezed my manhood and asked if I liked "having her come home sexed and full of her boyfriend's desire?" I had no verbal answer for her; I could only kiss her more deeply. Breaking the kiss, I moved down her chest. Sucking her nipples. Biting the same spots where he had marked her hours earlier. Tasting the salty, bitter areas where he had taken his pleasure with my wife, his girlfriend, and marked her with his seed. I worked my way down her stomach. I was possessed. Her pussy was like a beacon. It pulled me toward her and I had not control. Vanessa tensed as I began to spread her legs but then yielded. "Yes," she said, "I want you to taste us. I know you want to taste us. But first, I want to show you something else about the chain he gave me." Vanessa reached down and pulled at the end of the long portion, extending it fully. It was about 20cm I estimated. The very bottom of the chain had a single pearl. And then another pearl about 3/4 of the way up the chain toward the charm with his initials. "Sean is so cheeky," Vanessa said with a laugh, "see, this length of chain is exactly the length of his erect cock, and, the pearls represent...well, you know what they represent, but it also represents the thickness of his cock when I take the 2 pearls and form a circle here at the end." And as she explained she took the last pearl and looped the chain into a circle and had pearl touching pearl. It was big circle. "So now I always have him in my panties," she said with a little giggle. Again I was speechless. The audacity. The nerve. To have this always staring me in the face whenever I'm with wife was too much. Totally rage inducing, Humiliating. Yet. Yet...at the same time it was so arousing. To "see" his cock laying on my wife's belly. Touching her sex. The size and the power it has over her. I couldn't help myself and I buried my face between her legs. Licking straight to her core. She was soaking wet. Beyond wet. Lewdly leaking her boyfriend's semen from her married garden. I'd never even cum inside her and here I was licking someone else's cum from her. I spread her legs wider. I couldn't get enough. Her heat and scent were indescribable. My wife. Yet a stranger at the same time. Vanessa pulled my head to her sex and pushed herself against me. She began urging me to lick her deeper. To taste all of her. I licked the inside of her thighs, I licked down to her ass and back up to her clit. Sucked her clit in to my mouth and then sucked at her labia. At her opening. "Yes, oh yes, darling. Just like that. I need you to lick all of him from me. Eat all of it from me. Make me yours again. Leave no trace of his cum inside me. I love your tongue. Your marvelous tongue. No tongue compares to yours. Oh fuck yes. It's so wrong to have you eat me just after Sean's fucked me with that magnificent cock of his. That perfect cock. Taste how deeply he fucked me. Places you can't go. Know the pleasure your wife felt. You can taste my pleasure with your tongue..." I've never heard her talk this way. It was electrifying. As I licked her madly the chain around her waist kept getting in the way. More than once I licked and sucked the pearl into my mouth accidentally. The symbolism was not lost on me. Nor on Vanessa. "Oh darling do this," she implored and pushed the chain into her pussy. "Now suck it out slowly." I did so. Slowly sucking the chain and the pearls out of her pussy along with the rest of her boyfriend's cum. As the last of the chain left her sex, my wife came hard and long on my mouth, coating my face with her exquisite lust. I sat up to position my cock to enter her. I had to move the chain out of the way and as I did so I couldn't help but measure myself against it. Clearly that was his intention; a constant reminder of his superior tool. The tool my wife now adores, craves. Lusts after. The comparison, despite being humiliating made me even harder. I was about to push into her spread open sex when she gently pushed me away. "I'm sorry honey, but I'm exhausted and sore. I'm not used to his size and he took me so many times...please let me sleep for now." We held each other and my exhausted Vanessa began to fade. My erection was painfully unattended to but she was too sore from her boyfriend to make love to her husband. "I'll tell you everything in the morning, darling," she promised. I lay awake long after she fell asleep savoring the taste of her and her lover still on my lips and the heavy scent of their sex coming from her beautiful body, As she nestled against me and put her leg over mine, I felt the chain against my leg and up against her pussy. Between us.