39 comments/ 40436 views/ 7 favorites Cuckold Landing By: arkrebel It's funny how something simple can set off a complex chain of events. For me a simple road sign altered the rest of my life. Sadly it didn't change it in a good way, although for a while I thought it would. My name is Dan and this is my story. My wife Carol and I were traveling and on one leg of our trip we were headed into Charleston South Carolina. There were all sorts of little signs saying such and such landing like Marsh Landing or Jim's Landing or whatever. We passed a sign that said Cuckold Landing and I laughed and commented that it wasn't a very nice name for a landing. Carol didn't understand why and I began to panic just a little. She knows I know all sorts of obscure stuff so I was hoping to get out of it without her getting too curious so I just told her to google it and see what it meant. I had hoped she would stumble on the Wiki definition first and just laugh it off but if you have ever typed cuckold into a web search you know the odds are slim on that. Soon she is reading me stories she has found involving cuckold relationships, at first kind of laughing then she got quiet and continued to read. After what seemed forever she asked me the question I feared since tipping my hand with the first comment, "so how did you know about this?" I tried to downplay the whole thing but she can read me too well and soon I was telling her about reading those types of stories on Literotica and she continued to press the issue. I admitted that I found the stories interesting and acted like it was a harmless little diversion, you know not something I wanted just something that was interesting. But like I said she knows me and that wasn't working. She started to do some basic math about some of our past adventures. And it wasn't adding up well for me at the moment. I probably need to tell you about us before I go much further into this. We met some twenty years ago when I was sent by the company we both worked for to train on a new process. She worked in a mill that had a similar machine and was assigned as my trainer. She was at that time married to an ignorant man that didn't appreciate her. He was jealous and controlling and well just stupid. Over the two weeks we worked together I spent lots of time letting her know that she was a very attractive woman and that he was stupid to treat her like he did. Back then she was 5'4" tall and probably 105 lbs. She had long curly brown hair and these blue eyes that enchanted me. She didn't have much in the chest department at just over an A cup, but damn her ass was a thing of beauty. I am and always have been more of an ass man so it was a perfect match for me. I know she caught me drooling over the view more than once but never said anything. Anyway long story short we ended up in my hotel room and had a torridly hot sex session. I can remember every little detail from the first awkward kisses to when we finally ended up naked in the bed. Once the decision was made there was no more awkwardness. Once she was ready to give herself to me I needed to make sure she was going to remember me for a long time. I kissed my way down from her lips to her nipples taking one than the other into my mouth and sucking on them. Then continued to kiss and nibble my way south to her pussy. She said her husband never liked to do this for her and she wasn't sure she really liked it. I knew then he could lose her to me. As I slowly explored her sweet pussy with my lips and tongue her body told me all I needed to know, she really did like it. I brought her to the edge several times licking and sucking her hard clit before finally trapping the hard bud in my mouth and flicking it hard until she thrashed and bucked her way through an orgasm. As she began to breathe normally again I slipped on a condom and she told me to lie down and proceeded to straddle me. She took a minute to lower herself on my dick and once fully settled told me I was much thicker than her husband. Again I knew I could take her away from him, if I hadn't already. At first she just slowly rode up and down on my cock and the feeling was awesome. If I hadn't been regularly jacking off to visions of her jean clad ass at night I would not have been able to hold out long. I had to use every trick I knew to control myself. Soon she had me pinned to the bed holding my hands in hers and was riding me like it was the last time either of us was ever going to fuck. Her pussy was so wet, so hot and so very tight that both of us were feeling every movement. I watched her as she rode me, her eyes no more than slits as her head thrashed with the movement of her hips. I wanted to grab her ass and pound my cock in her deep and hard but she held my hands and rode me at her pace. That pace was gradually building faster and faster until I knew she was going to cum again. When her orgasm hit she slammed her hips down on me and just began to shake. Feeling her pussy squeezing my dick was all I could take and I joined her in orgasm. It was magical; it was a moment we would both always remember and one I hoped neither of us would regret. She had to leave shortly after and I had to shower and make my way to work. So we didn't have much time to talk about what had happened. I worried that she would feel bad for what we did, and worried that she would not be able to face me the next day. The next day she said she did feel bad about cheating on her husband but told me she would have felt worse never knowing what it would have been like. We agreed that it should stay a onetime thing and a few days later I had to leave to fly back home. But it didn't. I found reasons to stay in contact. She invited me to meet her for a weekend in Dallas and I did. We carried on a long distance affair for three years before I ended up moving to where she lived. Two years later she was divorced and we were married. Our lives were good, very good actually. Sure we had ups and downs but we never really argued. And I told you her ex was a jealous controlling idiot that lost her to me right. Well I never made her feel bad about being an attractive woman. Guys would ask her to dance and I let her, I mean she loves to dance and I don't care to that much. We danced some, she danced with other guys some, and at the end of the night she was happy and usually just a bit horny so I got to enjoy the benefits. She worried the first time she went out for a girl's night but again a happy Carol is a loving Carol so if a few drinks and maybe a little flirting while out with the girls made her happy and hopefully horny then it's all good. A few years after we married she got her boobs done and it did boost her confidence even more. And yes she got more male attention as a result. But they got to ogle and imagine and I got to touch and realize so it's no big deal. She has shown her tits to guys many times, even got the nerve to get in an amateur contest at a strip club once. We traveled to a nude resort in the Caribbean several times and met all sorts of people including lifestyle couples. We had sex in front of other people outdoors, with another couple in a same room situation and even a group scene with several couples. Not once did either of us fuck someone else, we talked about it and decided it was not something that we wanted to do. We've had a lot of sexual explorations in our twenty plus years together including a time when she explored bi-sexual adventures and had a few girlfriends with benefits. I've never been jealous and always encouraged her to be the sensual creature she is whenever she wanted. That's why when she started to do the math she began to figure out that I wasn't just curious about the lifestyle of a cuckold relationship, but that I had to be somewhat interested in trying it. Now I'll tell you it had occurred to me from time to time. Especially recently since I know she could have sex more often than we do. I would imagine our frequency is still above average for an AARP eligible couple put it's not every day and twice on a Saturday like it was for years. She has almost never said "not tonight" unless it was a night before the Gynecologist visit or when she was having her period. And for the record my joking about her not going to the dentist too didn't seem funny to her. She would usually suck my cock till I came on her tits while she was on her period which I enjoyed because most times she would stop sucking me before I could cum so she could fuck me. Once she decided that it must be more than just a casual interest for me she read more about it, she read stories about cuckolds, and she asked more pointed questions. I had read and fantasized about this for years. But now that she was aware and asking questions I had some internal ones to deal with. Like this one: Many times over the years I would kneel beside her hard and feed my hard cock into her mouth while fucking her with a vibrator at the same time. During this I had the fantasy many time of another guy taking the place of the dildo and watching get fucked while she sucked me. And it was always exciting. But now she was asking me serious questions and I wasn't sure I knew or wanted to give her the answers. I knew I was in serious trouble when it started to show up in the bedroom. The first time was when she was on top and slowly riding my dick. She slid up on my cock till just the head remained and asked "would it excite you if I was sucking another guy's cock right now?" and she wouldn't move till I answered. When I finally croaked out a weak "yes" she slammed down hard on my dick and shuddered as she came. Then she finished us both by riding me hard and fast until my cock erupted into her. Then she started to role play and act like I was someone else while we fucked. I couldn't lie to her when she continued to ask if this idea or that turned me on, after all if it didn't I would not have cum so soon afterward. I mean if she asks you a question like "Would it turn you on to know I was out fucking another guy?" while you are in the middle of fucking and you suddenly fuck her harder and then lose control and cum, you can't say "no baby I would be very hurt by it". It used to be when we would go out or she would go out with friends that while she got asked to dance, and even dirty danced a bit that she would always shut a guy down before it got too far. Sure they got a feel of her ass here and there but no intimacy like kissing. But that changed one night not long after the role playing. She came home a little later than usual that night and she didn't look right. I mean there wasn't anything I could point to and say for sure that she had done anything wrong but little things like her makeup looked a little too fresh, or her clothes were a little too wrinkled for an average night out. She was a little bit too flushed and just little bit more drunk than her usual outing. I also noticed that when she got undressed that night it didn't take long, she wasn't wearing panties or a bra. And I was sure she had both when she went out. In bed that night she was riding me again and began to tell me she met a guy that flirted and danced with her all evening. She told me when the evening came to an end he walked her to the car and they ended up making out by her car. The details were pretty graphic and she told me she came within inches of pulling him into the back seat and fucking him. God help me I was turned on by her story and she knew by the way I reacted I wasn't mad at her. I didn't last long after she started the story and she had several good orgasms herself as she rode on my cock. As we lay in bed after sex she asked me if I was okay and I told her it was okay but we should talk about it when we were both sober and not in bed. We fell into sleep but I woke up a couple hours later with mixed emotions. On one hand I was happy that she had enjoyed herself, on the other I felt it was spiraling out of control. We had not talked about taking it from the realm of fantasy and role play to the real world. While I couldn't be mad at her for what she did, I was scared. I couldn't help thinking I had opened a door that would be impossible to close again. She was deeply asleep and I got out of bed to think about things. I didn't plan on it when I first got up but I had to try to find out about the missing bra and panties. The bra was found in her purse but the panties were nowhere to be found. As I sat drinking a glass of rum over ice I spotted her cell phone. I have never had a reason to snoop in her phone but just couldn't stop the urge to look. I checked her texts and sure enough there was a thread from someone named Michael. The texts started early in the night while her friends were still there. Not too bad really just a thank you for a dance and for her giving him her number. Then there were a couple texts telling her how hot she looked and how much he envied me for being her husband. Yeah I know that game; it's how I ended up with her after all. Her replies seemed okay, just thank you to the compliments and compliments of her own about how well he danced and that she found him sexy as well. The texts went on that way for a bit before she sent one telling him her girlfriends were going home and she was going to leave because it wasn't safe for a woman to be out in a bar all alone. Being the consummate gentleman he was he kindly offered to protect her if she wanted to stay. After that the texts stopped for a couple hours. I had to assume it was because they were now able to talk without having to worry about other ears hearing them. When the texts resumed it got bad, real bad. She wasn't kidding about the make out session; if anything she didn't do it justice. He said he wished she hadn't stopped at just stroking his dick through his pants. She said she almost didn't. He said he knew she wanted to continue because her pussy as so wet when he fingered her. She thanked him for making her cum with that finger. He also thanked her for the souvenir of her panties and that he had put them to good use already. The next text showed his hard cock poking out of her thong panties while he jacked off. And the slide show continued with more shots of him jacking off with her panties. The last shot was without the panties and showed his stomach with his cum splashed on it. He assured her he didn't cum on her panties as he wanted to keep them so he could smell her scent on them. Her reply wasn't any better. It was a slide show of her own showing her fingering her pussy and ended with her licking the wetness off her fingers. And the last message she sent was what killed any chance of me sleeping that night it said "if tonight goes like I want it too I will be sucking something else next time!" So the sex and the story telling was a final test to see if she could cuckold me, and I failed. I knew it was going to be a bad day when she woke up. I knew now in the real world that I didn't want this. I just had no idea how I could stop it. When she woke up she acted like nothing had happened. She checked her phone as usual and I noticed she got a little nervous when she looked at her messages. There were no new messages I was sure since I could not stop staring at her phone after reading the ones there already, but the ones from last night may have seemed pretty bad in the light of a new day. When she went in to shower I snooped again and the thread from last night was gone. Guess she didn't want to share that with me. We didn't discuss the events of the previous night that day or the next. My heart wanted to believe she had gone too far for her comfort level and that the experiment was over for her, but my mind didn't buy into the idea. The mind decided to invest in an app called FlexiSpy. At first it was just a waste of money, all her texts were innocent stuff from friends or the kids. She never went anywhere unexpected, never got any unknown calls, nothing to worry about. Then it happened, she got a call from Michael. Now I don't know what was said during the seven minutes and thirty five seconds they talked but it can't be good for me. And knowing that call came exactly one day before she told me that "we needed to talk" wasn't good either. What we needed to talk about was that she had decided to date. She didn't ask for permission, she told me she knew I was okay with it, told me she had decided to try, and that she was willing to listen if I had any objections. I tried to tell her it wasn't something I was sure about and she cut me off with how will we even know if I don't try. I couldn't answer that question well enough and it ended with me caving in and agreeing to a deal. The "deal" was she would go out and have a date with a guy. If she decided that the date was going to be more than casual she would let me know and I could stop it, but if I didn't she was free to enjoy herself. I knew she was more than tempted, I feared if I tried to stop her before I allowed her to have a date she would be angry, or even decide to do it behind my back. So I had to agree. The next day there were several texts from Michael and her. She might try to tell me she hadn't decided to fuck him but that isn't what she told him. I went along with it knowing I was going to stop it when she sent the message that she was going to let it go farther. That was my ace in the hole, my get out of jail free card. So a week after the "talk" she's getting ready to go out. I know it's to meet him she told me that much. She says it's for dinner and dancing and maybe... she been telling him its dinner and definitely. Her outfit is nice but sexy, silk blouse with a thin lace bra, thong panties to match the bra and garter and stocking under a mid-length but tight skirt. While not stripper heels the black heels with ankle straps would qualify as "fuck me pumps". She gives me a kiss before leaving and tells me "you better be really sure when you answer my question". I assure her I will be. I didn't tell her I already knew my answer, I should have. I should have told her right then that I couldn't do it, but it was my fantasy that started this, I had to let her know for sure that I wanted to keep it in the fantasy world so we had to take it to the brink. The first alarm bells were when the GPS showed her car at the Hilton downtown not at the restaurant she told me she was going to. I couldn't text her to ask why she changed locations without tipping my hand about the spy program. So I tried an innocent text asking her if they were crowded as usual that night. She lied and said yes but Antonio's was always worth the wait. Big red flag number one. Zooming in on the GPS showed them on the lower level of the hotel at least. And there was a pretty good restaurant there too. Or maybe it was drinks at the hotel bar to steel the nerves before going up to a room. So I watched and waited. I lost a live update of the GPS signal for a minute or two and when it came back it was still at the hotel but well above ground level. There is only one reason that could happen. There's no bar on the upper floors, no dining, no observation decks, just rooms. They had to have gone to a room in the hotel. I risked pissing her off by sending a quick text asking her how it's going, no reply. The GPS is steady in the room so I know the phone works. I can't call her as it was against the "deal". I have to wait for the message, but none comes. I risk it again and ask this time point blank what she is doing and had she decided. Her answer comes slowly and it's not good. She types "we are in a room and yes I have decided", finally I breathe a sigh of relief and send the message I had practiced. Quickly I type "Carol I love you with all my heart and I have been a damn fool. Please stop and come home to me and I will do whatever it takes to make you forget this bad idea". Cuckold Landing No reply for a long time as I stare at my phone. My heart is racing, my mind is worse. I am on the verge of panic when the phone finally vibrates and chirps in my shaking hand. I pray it isn't too late, that she still loves and respects me after all I have allowed and admitted. I'm trembling so bad it takes three tries to enter my pin. I open the text and it just says "do the horns fit?" and then a picture appears of my wife, my soul mate, the woman I would do anything for, the woman I would die for, and she has a cock in her mouth. Though tears I type "What happened to the deal? I didn't want to go through with it". Her reply hurts on a level I didn't know was possible "you no longer get to decide what happens with my body. I decide who and when I let have my pussy. Tonight it's Michael". Each plea from me after that went unanswered. Those were the last words I got from her but a series of pictures of them followed starting with her taking him in her mouth and progressing through the night. After the second picture of her sucking his dick I shut my phone off. I drank myself into a stupor and finally passed out to at least try and stop the images in my mind. I awoke just after dawn. My heart while still able to make blood flow, especially to my pounding heard, felt broken. I rose to go to the bathroom intending to relieve my bladder but ended up filling the toilet with vomit as the image of her sucking his dick slammed back into my frontal lobe. I lay there in the stench of my own vomit, my pants soaked with my piss feeling utterly humiliated. Naked under the shower trying to wash away the mess I had made I still felt soiled. No soap known to man could clean well enough to remove the taint I had applied to myself. Finally I gave up and got out of the shower. I pulled on a robe and checked her GPS position; she was still in the room so she must have decided to spend the night. I didn't know if he stayed as well but assumed he must have. There were many more pictures detailing their adventure. From the beginning with her sucking him, to him between her legs licking her pussy, him fucking her in all sorts of positions, his cock in her ass, just about anything you could imagine. All these images that I had fantasized would excite and thrill me only served to slowly kill me. But the one that put the final twist to the knife in my heart was actually a series of four shots, shot one was of her lips on the head of his cock, number two showed her open mouth with a large pool of his cum on her tongue, twist number three was her mouth just closing with his cum in it, and the fourth and final kill shot of her smiling face with her open and no longer cum filled mouth. I may have been able to abide the other acts in the pictures but that final act was a betrayal I cannot live with. In the twenty odd years we have been together I have cum in her mouth exactly twice, and in both cases she immediately got out of bed and promptly spit my cum into the toilet. Well wait there was the very first time when she actually tried to swallow for me and ended up gagging on it. It's was a minor thing really considering how much we could do with each other, I mean I figured she tried and it didn't work so that's it. But seeing the smile on her face as she showed me that she swallowed his cum was too much. The upcoming confrontation would not be pleasant for either party I was sure. First there was the phony "deal" to discuss, and if there was a way past that we would have to work through a lot of other problems before getting to the last act of betrayal. The early dawn hangover had abated a bit, I no longer felt an urge to vomit, more an urge to go there and drag her from him by her hair and reassert my position. I guess at least that part of the cuckold lifestyle worked, I did feel a need to win her back and make her mine, or at least show him she wasn't his. I checked in on her GPS position and they were apparently getting their money's worth. It was close to noon before it showed her moving back toward home. No calls, no text to tell me she was okay, thankfully no more pictures though. Maybe she regrets the whole thing and he was just trying to console her and help her cope, yeah I'm not buying it either. I watched her progress toward home and she didn't make any side trips or stops, so Michael had his own car and she was in hers. When she was a minute or two away I shut down the computer and made myself a drink to calm the nerves just a little, if not I would blow up too easily. A lot rode on the first few moments. Her actions would carry more weight than her words. I knew her as well as she did me, I could read her face and know the truth better than I could trust her words right now. Finally I heard her car in the drive and the garage door opening. Then she opened the side door and walked in towing a little overnight bag, funny I don't remember seeing that when she was getting ready. Just another point we might discuss, but then again with all the rest it may make no real difference. She is dressed completely different than when I saw her last. Simple button down blouse and blue jeans with sneakers and her hair tied back. She is still quite sexy even when dressed down, but for me the bloom is off the rose a bit at the moment. I stand and she looks at me and there it is. That smirk, the same one she wore in the last picture. I knew then just about how this was going to go but I let her begin. "So what did you think?" she says, and I can't believe she said it. "What did I think you ask? Well I thought we had a deal there would be a chance to stop if we changed our minds, do you not remember that?" I answer. "Oh that, I thought it was all part of the game." "Part of the game, like the part where you started before you even gave me a chance to say I was okay with it." "Or maybe it was the part where you lied about where you were going to be." You mean that game? "Oh I just knew it was going to be okay so we changed the plan a bit." "It wasn't a big deal was it?" "A big deal? Yes Carol it was. Did you think that my pleading with you to stop and come home was just meant to make it more fun for me?" "Well I had fun last night and I don't intend to stop, you're my cuckold now" "No that's not quite correct Carol, a cuckold in the sense you are using is a willing participant. I am not. I stopped wanting to be a cuckold before last night, and thought I could stop it when the time came. You had other plans, plans that never allowed the possibility of stopping, did they?" "No I didn't plan to stop, I didn't want to" "So what are your plans now?" "I plan on having the best of both worlds, my husband to provide for home and shelter, and my boyfriend to provide sex and excitement!" "One last question and a lot rides on your answer so think before you speak, why did you make a point of showing me that you swallowed his cum?" Her answer didn't take long at all. "That's simple you silly boy, it was to show you that he was my man and you were just my little cuckold." I turned and walked away from her then. Going to what was our bedroom. I removed the wedding band I had worn with pride for twenty years and placed it below the picture of us. Then after taking a last look around I walked back to the living room. Carol was in the kitchen on her phone. It was him, and she was gloating about how she had won and I was off sulking in the bedroom. The last time she saw me was when she was coming down the driveway after me. She called me and I let it go to voicemail. She sent a text asking where I was going, I didn't answer. I didn't know then anyway. I just knew I was leaving. It's funny how a little thing can set off a complex chain of events. I little over three months ago I laughed and made a comment about a sign I saw on the side of the road. Today I live out of cheap motels. I live off the balance of our bank account and money from odd jobs. My wife thought she had it all worked out but it turns out she was wrong. She tried to call several times a day the first week, then just once a day the next week, then every few days for a couple weeks, till now it's every Friday night at 7:25pm. It's not lost on me that was the day and time they got to the hotel room. Maybe she's finally trying to honor the deal. My heart wants to answer the phone; my mind just shows it that fucking smirk again. She and Michael had one more night together in our, no her house. Guess it wasn't the same without me to cuckold because they have never done it again. She pretty much goes to work and then comes home to spend her time alone. He dates regularly and never seems to stay with the same girl very long. Maybe they just don't like him all that much. Maybe he's bored because they aren't fucking around on someone that cares deeply for them. It doesn't matter to me really. How do I know all of this? Well I still have the tracking software on her phone so I can keep tabs on her, that and since I don't have a regular job yet I spend I every morning watching her leave, and every night watching her come home. And it's not because I want to try to forgive and forget, that will not happen, I can't un-see the utter contempt she had in her eyes. I cannot forget the tone of her voice when she announced that I was her cuckold. I watch her from a pretty good distance, some 250 yards. There's a hill just perfect for this in the woods behind our old home. So far the chamber has been empty each time I have pulled the trigger. Too soon I tell myself, too soon. But the day is coming when I will have closure. And believe me people if I ever see that fucking smirk on her face in my crosshairs she will die with it on her face. Until then it's gratifying to kill her each day for the torment I have to endure. Walking through what is now my life knowing that I both love and hate her with equal passion kills me a little more each day. If the scales ever tip over toward hatred the chamber will not be empty. His day will come when Carol's does. No doubt the day I put a bullet into her brain the entire police force will be at my old home. While they are busy across town his turn will begin, His death will take time. Carol is sad and lonely so she's suffering now, but he is enjoying life so his death will have to be terrible. I know it was her idea, it was her that cheated, but he knew she was married, and he helped her destroy my love for her. When it's his turn it won't be from a rifle at a distance. His will be delivered up close and very personal. I've done it in my head a hundred times. Usually it begins with a .22 caliber round to one knee, then the remaining knee. Once he's immobile it's time for a baseball bat, yeah I like that idea... It might even get me an insanity plea, but I'm more likely to end up as a suicide by cop than to stand trial, my heart is dead, my life is finished, the rest of the body just hasn't caught on yet. About me: This is probably going to be my first submission to Literotica. I say probably because it is not a sure thing at this point. The story above is based in part on my wife and I. Parts are true and some are purely fiction. The beginning of the story including the part where we see the Cuckold Landing sign and my comment on it are true, even the part of her reading some stories. It becomes a fictional tale after that point. She lost interest after a story or two and that was the last we discussed a cuckold lifestyle, and that is more than fine with me. I have been reading the stories on Literotica for some time now and mostly it's the Loving Wives category that holds my interest. At first I read the ones where the couple explores her being a hot wife and they were fun. I freely admit here that at first I thought I could see the attraction to letting her explore her sexuality out in the open and even get turned on by it. And then there's the "Burn the Bitch" genre and those were good reads too. I mean she was cheating and deserves to be hurt as much as she hurt her husband / family. After reading too many of these stories the mind starts to do strange things, or at least mine did. First was that too many of the hot wife, slut wife, or cuckold type stories painted the husband as some sort of subservient wimp. I began to think that there was no middle ground there. If you allow your wife to have sex with another man you are a willing cuckold, a lesser man in most cases. You're not some hip cool open minded guy, just a little man that can't please his woman. Now please don't misunderstand me here. I know several couples personally that have open relationships and have been happily practicing that for years. Then again we have some friends that used to be married before they tried open relationships. It is not for everyone that is certain, but that does not mean is isn't right for some. I talked about having sex in the same room with another couple and even in a room with several other couples in the story. And that part is true, I said then that we never had sex with another couple but that isn't 100% accurate. We got very close to another couple that we traveled to Hedonism III in Jamaica with several times. We had had sex with them in the same room several times and even in the same bed more than once but always staying with our own partners. One day it became apparent they were ready to move on to swinging with another couple and asked if we were willing to try. Now my wife and I had already had this discussion more than once. We knew that one day they would probably be ready to do more than just share a room with us. We had decided that we would not follow them down that path. Sure we had a connection with them that would be hard to explain to most people, including the fact that she was my wife's first bi-sexual partner. Well they say something about the best plans of mice and men and how they don't always work out. The plan and the talk didn't hold as much power when you combine too much alcohol and yes a bit too much jealousness when they began to party with another couple. We ended up in our room with them and we did trade partners for what was either too long or just long enough depending on point of view. It got as far as my wife sucking him while his wife was sucking me. His wife was trying hard to convince me that it would all be just fine if we went even farther. I looked over and saw my wife moving up his body and freaked the fuck out. There were some awkward moments following that and I think we all knew our relationship was not going to continue. After the alcohol wore off a bit and the pressure of losing them to another couple was looked at in different conditions we agreed that it was a good thing we stopped when we did. She said she wasn't going to fuck him just tease him but I said it was still more than I wanted to see. When sober she said she didn't enjoy being with him and didn't really find him attractive but wanted to keep her relationship with his wife. I could understand that as she was at that point her only female lover. They were divorced in less than a year and it was ugly. To be honest they had serious problems that we chose to ignore because we were having fun. She didn't respect him and he always seemed to be pushing her to act like a slut wife then got mad when she went a little too far. Not a good start to an open marriage. Those that we know that are successful are the exact opposite, they typically have a very strong marriage just want a little added fun in it. The other thing reading all these stories did to my mind was cause me to overthink stupid stuff. The first time I called her cell and it took what I considered too long for her to answer it caused too many "Burn the Bitch" tales to flash through my mind. After all she cheated on her husband with me didn't she? And once a cheater always a cheater isn't that right? In closing let me just say in the end you have to ignore what your mind says and go with your heart. I cannot say with absolute fact that she has never cheated on me. Nor could I say the opposite is an absolute fact. But my heart says she hasn't. I do know with 100% certainty that I could not share her. I'm not happy with the end of the story. I cannot seem to get it to convey how it would be for me. It does serve to tell how I could not be with her if she treated me with the kind of disrespect the fictional Carol shows. And I would want to hurt her, possibly even kill her, but then again how can you hurt someone you love? Is it enough to just leave and let her live with the fact she killed what was us? Can letting her always wonder what happened to the man she used to love be enough? Is physical hurt better than emotional? And what should be done about him? He didn't know all the details. She told him she was married, but also told him I was okay with it. He didn't know there was supposed to be a moment when it all could be stopped. Does he deserve to die for his part? Probably not but my love for her would most likely prevent me from hurting her and I don't even like him the least little bit. They killed my heart and someone has to pay, and she has a sort of immunity from it right now. So at the very least it's a hospital stay for him. * I would welcome any constructive criticism or advice. And I already know my years of just barely passing English class shows. I didn't use an editor because in some ways I think it might have changed the story to something less mine. Again it's the not good at sharing thing... ArkRebel