My Wife Starts Dating

Chapter One

It had been a long wait. But my patience was finally rewarded. Yesterday my wife Lexy had her first “date” with her crush. It went well.

Let me back up a bit. I have been interested in being cheated on ever since I saw my wife flirting with a guy at our wedding.

It was three years ago. She was drunk. She had danced with this guy a couple of times. The they went outside to smoke a cigarette. I was drunk too. I went outside for some fresh air, and I saw them — their heads close together. Laughing. And instead of getting angry, I got really turned on.

I knew I was different then. But I had no idea that there were others like me. But a couple months ago I discovered online on an adultery website that there were other husbands like me. There were men who posted about their wives cheating on them, and they said how much it turned them on. It wasn’t cuckoldry, in the sense that they were not there watching. But nevertheless, they really got into the fact that their wives were out with other guys.

It hits you in the chest, that’s the thing. It’s hard for someone who isn’t like us to understand. It’s really a big hit in the throat too. It’s like a huge lump. I assume adrenalin is being excreted wildly in the brain as it has been informed by the eye and the ears that the mate is being approached by another male. This is all basic evolutionary hormonal secretion

And it is extremely powerful, like a drug.

Once you get one taste, you crave more. And more.

I explained all this to my wife a few months back, and she was nonplussed. And we soon changed the subject. Then a few days later she sent me an email.

“Josh, about what we were talking about the other day, about you enjoying the idea of being cheated on. I thought you would like to see this.”

She attached a selfie of herself, her arm around this guy, and they were both smiling.

It hit me. Right in the chest. Then in the throat. And then in the dick. Thwanggg. My dick got so hard.

“Who is it?” I emailed back.

“This guy at work, Ben” she said. “He’s cute huh?”

“Yes,” I typed back.

“This was at the corporate retreat yesterday. We had fun. I guess you could say we were flirting.”

“I love it,” I said. “Can I expect more?”

“We shall see,” she emailed me. “We shall see.”

Things went quiet for a week or so. I asked her one night as we got into bed, “So how is that guy Ben doing?”

“Oh, he’s funny,” she said. “We’ve been having fun.”

“Does he have a girlfriend,” I inquired.

“Oh, I don’t know,” she said. “I will ask him.”

“Yeah, why don’t you ask him?” I said. “That might, you know, let him know that you have some…interest of some kind.”

“But I’m not sure I do,” she said. “I mean, I’m happy with you. I don’t really need a slice on the side, you know. This main dish is enough.”

She wrestled me a little bit and we made love. I was disappointed. She wasn’t going to cheat on me Why would she?

A few weeks later, though, there was another corporate retreat, where the company went out to this camp in Santa Monica for the day. I got a text.

“Thought you might like this,” said the text.

It was another picture. This time, she was seated on Ben’s lap, and had her arms around him.”

“Wtf,” I texted her. “What is that, a trust building exercise?”

“No,” she said. “There wasn’t a seat so he said I could sit on his lap. Do you like?”

“Yes,” I said. “Send me some more. Send me one of you guys kissing.”

“No way,” she said.

I heard the text chime ring, though, about an hour later. My heart leaped. I grabbed the phone.

“How’s this?” her text said.

In the photo, she was kissing him on the cheek. It was a weird angle, obviously a selfie. And the kiss was innocent enough.

“Innocent enough,” I typed.

“You want me to go further?” she texted.

“Yes,” I said.

Two hours later there was another text.

“Satisfied now?” she said.

It was a video attachment. I clicked on. I felt it right away in my chest. My wife was sitting on Ben’s lap, and she was smooching him. The video was about a minute long. They we making out like crazy, on this wooden bench thing on what looked like a deserted hiking trail.

“OMG yes!” I texted. “Amazing.”

I found out later they had taken the hike together, and when they got to that bench, they started talking He told her he was really into her and she told him she was really into him. And then she told him she wanted to film their first kiss, and she went in for the kiss.

“What if your husband sees that video?” Ben asked as they walked back.

“Ah, don’t worry about him,” she said.

I must have watched that video a hundred times before my wife came back from the retreat.

“Well, you’ve created a real monster,” she told me when she got back.

“Did you go any further?” I asked.

“No,” she said. “But we have a date.”

“A date?”

“Yeah. I told him you were busy this Friday night, so he could take me out to dinner. We might see a movie. Go dancing. You know, a date.”

“Awesome,” I said. And the big thick hunk of druggie pleasure throbbed in my chest, my balls, and my brain. My head was spinning.

Friday night was the greatest night of my life so far. My wife didn’t come home from work. After work they both went to a restaurant. She sent me a text from the restaurant.

“I’m eating oysters,” she said.

“Yum,” I said.

My throat had such a big lump in it, as I pictured her there eating oysters with Ben.

“I’m getting drunk,” she texted. She sent me a picture of her sipping a cocktail. It looked like a mojito. My wife loves those, but she does sip them like lemonade and gets drunk pretty fast.

“Be careful,” I said.

About an hour later I got a video. I loved these little videos.

They were seated in a dark bar, back in a booth, and they were making out like crazy again.

“Yum,” I said.

I watched it over and over again. My wife looked so sexy, sticking her tongue down this hot twenty five year old guy’s mouth. She really looked like she wanted to fuck him. I was pretty sure they were going to fuck.

But then at about midnight I heard the apartment door open and my wife came in.

“Fuck me,” she demanded. “Fuck me right now!”

“You mean, you guys didn’t go back to his place?”

“Hell no,” she said. “You know I never fuck guys on the first date. What do you think I am, some kind of slut? Now fuck me!”

I fucked her pretty good. She came like crazy. I found out later that she had gotten pretty worked up in that bar. He had put a hand up her skirt and fingered her a while. And she had rubbed his hard cock through his pants. But afterwards, she got in the Uber and came straight home.

I remembered as I fucked her, it was two dates before I got in her pants. I wondered, just as I came, whether on the next date she was going to give herself over to it. I could tell she wanted to fuck this Ben. Hell, she was young. She was hot. So was he. Why shouldn’t she fuck him? Because she married me? That seemed stupid all of a sudden. If a person wants to have sex, why shouldn’t they? Especially if the husband was “strange” like me, and wasn’t bothered by it.

“But what if I develop feelings for him?” she said to me afterwards, as we lay there in the dark, so satisfied.

“Hmmm,” I said. “I hadn’t thought of that.”

Suddenly that druggie throb in my chest became a painful ache. But I still enjoyed it. I was picturing her falling in love with this guy, and out of love with me. And I was really aroused by the thought.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

I went to a web site that specializes in surveillance and I ordered some advanced equipment. I didn’t want to miss any of the next phase of this adventure. The first thing I got was a high powered bug mic that I put in Lexy’s purse. She took that thing wherever she went, so I knew it would capture what it needed to capture. I wanted to just hear them talking to each other. I didn’t want her version of their conversation. I wanted the real deal. The idea of listening in on their most private conversation made me almost sick with excitement. My heart started racing. My throat became very dry. I could hardly wait for her to get home the first day.

The way the bug worked was as soon as she came home the recordings for the day would automatically download onto the computer in my home office, downstairs. Lexy never went in here – she didn’t like how messy and dusty I kept it. She called it my porn cave – I guess she knew I watched a little porn in there every now and then. OK.

So the first day I put it in her purse, she came home, and I asked her about her day. And then I posed the question. Did you hang with Ben at all?

Yeah, we went out for coffee in the morning. And then we hung a little bit afterwards outside.

“Outside?”

Well, he walked me to my car.

“Innocently?”

“Well, pretty much. I mean it’s all people from work all around there. We don’t want…you know…”

“I get it, yeah.”

So later that night she went to the gym and I checked out my recordings. It was pretty easy to fast forward to the relevant bits. I knew she took a coffee break between 10 and 11. And I knew her work ended at 5. So I went first to the coffee break. The program I got actually made a transcription of everything bugged. I mean, it was a pretty good transcription. I ended up preferring reading the transcription to hearing them actually talk. The sound was OK, but it was boomy and not very erotic. So I ended up just reading most of the conversation. The only problem was that it obviously was never taught swear words or horny words, so any time it printed “unintelligible,” it’s pretty likely to be some form of the word fuck or blowjob or eat my pussy or something like that.

BEN: I thought about you all day yesterday.

LEXY: Yeah. Were you (unintelligible)?

BEN: A little…what about you?

LEXY: What about me.

BEN: Did you think about me?

LEXY: What do you think? Of course.

BEN: Then we’re on the same page.

LEXY: Well, I hope so. What page are you on?

BEN: I’m on, I hope we (unintelligible) soon.

LEXY: Oh God me too.

BEN: I want to (unintelligible) so bad.

LEXY: Oh are you good at eating (unintelligible)

BEN: Hell what do you think (unintelligible). Are you good at (unintelligible)

LEXY: You’ll find out soon enough.

BEN: When?

LEXY: Soon enough.

There were sounds of kissing and mouths smooching at that point, and not much more talking. I fast forwarded to the after work section.

BEN: Do you feel guilty.

LEXY: About Josh? I don’t know. Why should I?

BEN: Cause you’re married.

LEXY: But what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

BEN: What doesn’t he know?

LEXY: That I like you.

BEN: What else doesn’t he know?

LEXY: That I really want to (unintelligible) you.

BEN: Then come home with me right now. Let’s (unintelligible).

LEXY: I can’t. Josh is making me dinner.

BEN: What about later?

LEXY: I go to the gym later. You can meet me.

BEN: Yes. I’ll meet you. Tell me where it is.

Shit! I thought she was at the gym, but apparently the gym was just a meeting place. Where the hell was she going?

I got in my car and I drove to the gym. It was about ten minutes away. She had been there already for twenty minutes. They had had time to meet up. But where would they go? Back to his place? I already had his address, I was good at google. I found out this web site he hosted, went to the hosting info and voila, it gave his home address. But no, they didn’t go back to his place. I saw them coming out of the gym just as I pulled up. They didn’t see me. Instead, they went right to the little trail that went from the gym all the way along the river for about a mile, and then came back to the main street. It was well lit and not dangerous. But there were tables and benches in shadows along the way. It was a perfect place for young lovers to linger and so forth. I saw one of those city rental bikes. I quickly swiped my credit card, and I got on one of those rental bikes, and I headed up the main drag that runs parallel to the river walking trail that they had gone down. The two roads were separated by trees. But here and there were gaps in the trees, where from the sidewalk of the main road, one could observe people on the walking trail. But it would be very difficult to be observed, as the main road was higher up than the river trail, and one’s line of sight did not naturally go up to see though the trees to the higher ground where the sidewalk of the main road was.

After I rode my bike about a quarter mile down the main road I came to a spot where I could see them. They were walking hand in hand. Oh my God. I got such a tingle. To see my wife walking hand in hand in the shadows, down a romantic trail. I just loved it. I loved it so much. I felt so excited. I got such a hard on. And later, when I read the transcription, I could remember the image of them waling hand in hand as they said the following words.

BEN: This is extremely nice. But I feel bad about you missing your work out.

LEXY: Maybe you’ll give me a workout.

BEN: You know I’d love to give you a work out. There’s nothing I would rather give you than a nice hard work out.

LEXY: I like a really hard work out. I like to really push it. You know, really go for it.

BEN: (laughs) You’re so funny.

LEXY: What like a clown? Like I amuse you.

BEN: You do. You do amuse me. Here, kiss me.

Then in my mind as I read this transcription, I remembered watching them through the trees and seeing them stop, face each other, and then start making out. They made out for like ten minutes. Jesus, even I got bored after a while.

The transcription continued after ten minutes of silence.

BEN: Come back to my place. I really want to (unintelligible).

LEXY: I can’t.

BEN: What, your husband? He expects you back? When?

LEXY: It’s not that…it’s that, oh Ben. You wouldn’t understand. It’s a little more complicated than I’ve told you.

BEN: How could it be more complicated? You’re married. What’s more complicated than that?

LEXY: Well, what’s more complicated is that…Josh knows already.

BEN: Josh knows what already?

LEXY: About you.

BEN: Oh shit. How did he find out?

LEXY: Duh, how does everybody find out. Texts.

BEN: Shit. What did I text?

LEXY: It doesn’t matter what you texted. I told him everything. Well almost everything.

BEN: What! Oh shit, Lexy.

LEXY: I know… I had to, I can’t lie to him, he knows me too well.

BEN: You told him everything.

LEXY: Well, not everything.

BEN: Oh good. So you didn’t tell him about (unintelligible).

LEXY: No.

BEN: And you didn’t tell him about (unintelligible)

LEXY: No. I didn’t tell him that. I kept that from him. I don’t want to hurt him.

BEN: Well what did you tell him?

LEXY: I just told him we made out a few times.

BEN: How’d he take it?

LEXY: Fine.

BEN: What do you mean fine?

LEXY: I know, right? It’s surprising. I guess….he kind of thinks it’s almost his idea somehow.

BEN: His idea?

LEXY: Well he’s a little pervy. You know he watches a lot of porn. He kind of gets off on thinking about me with other guys. So when I told him, he just somehow worked it out in his mind that it’s all his idea.

BEN: Oh I see. So if we (unintelligible) then he’s going to expect you to give him like a blow by blow report, the details, and he’s going to jerk off while you tell him. Am I getting the picture.

LEXY: Basically. Yeah.

BEN: Wow. I’m glad you let me know. I feel kind of…

LEXY: I know. It’s weird. It’s a weird situation. I’m sorry.

BEN: No, I’m sorry. I mean, I should know better. Why am I even trying to get with a married woman? I mean, it’s not your fault. It’s mine. But…you know, I’m just so attracted to you. I don’t care. I don’t care if he knows. You can tell him whatever. Come here…

From the road then I watched them kissing some more. Then they walked in silence. They came back to the gym area. My wife saw her car.

LEXY: Well, that’s my car.

BEN: OK. Well, it’s been…an interesting night. A lot to think about.

LEXY: Yeah.. you OK?

BEN: Yes! Excellent. You?

LEXY: Weird. Gotta go. See you tomorrow. Sorry.

I watched her get in her car. Then I had to throw my bike back in its rack thingy and I had to run to my car and drive like crazy to beat her home. I know, it was stupid. Why did I care? I could just say I had to go out and buy some milk or something. But I wanted to be home first. I knew I could, too. I know shortcuts and shit that she doesn’t know. I was home a full minute before she was.

She came in. She went to the bathroom. She came to my office. She looked in the door.

“Hey,” she said.

“Hey,” I said.

“I’m going to bed,” she said. “I’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

“OK, nite.”

“You coming up?”

“In a minute.”

I had to wait for those transcriptions you just read, you see, before I went up. I wanted to know what they were talking about while kissing. And soon I did know. She kind of narc-ed me out. But then again, she kind of didn’t.

What was she playing at?

Chapter Two

The next night was date night for us. We had planned it three days ago. Neither of us had anything Saturday morning so Friday night was going to be dinner at The Corner Place, our favorite casual but awesome Italian.

I waited until we had both ordered and had sipped a little red wine. Then I hit her with it.

“So, Lexy,” I said. “I’ve known you for a long time. You know, three years before we even started dating. Three years of dating. One year of marriage. That’s seven years.”

“Uh huh. Good math skills.”

She’s funny, I’ll give her that.

“I know you honey,” I said. “You can’t, you know…”

“I can’t what?”

“Well, I know you. And I would know if you weren’t you know, telling me everything…”

“Oh, can we not talk about Ben tonight,” she said. “Can we just have a date night, me and you. Without Ben.”

“Of course.”

Shut down.

She shut me right down. Now I had to sit with these feelings. Since I had read that transcription, with the unintelligible. I had gone and checked the original recordings. The two unintelligibles were that she sucked his dick and he ate her pussy. And she never told me anything about it.

She was totally cheating on me.

I mean, I knew she was cheating on me. And that in fact was the greatest thing ever. And even this, being totally cheated on by the person who was cheating one me, by her withholding the details. Even this, I loved it.

It was a tortuous but lovely feeling.

We got through the whole date night. Got in bed, and I started making love to her. And as I was going down on her, I said, “Mmm, this tastes so good.” And then I just coyly asked her, “Has Ben tasted how good this tastes?”

“Mmmhmmm,” she murmured.

“I’m sorry,” I said, between licks of her clit. “Was that a yes?”

“Mmmmhmm,” she said.

“When did the lucky boy taste that?” I said, coming up for air.

“A couple days ago,” she gasped, she was almost to climax now. “We went back to his apartment at lunch. He wanted to fuck me. But I couldn’t.”

“So he just ate you,” I said.

“Mmmhmmm.”

“Did you cum?”

“Mmmhmmm.”

“And…”

“Oh shut up, I’m going to cum!”

And I concentrated on my work and made her cum real well. Then she went down and started reciprocating on my cock.

“Ah, and has Ben been as lucky as me in this regard,” I asked.

“Oh Jesus,” she said. “I’m trying to suck a dick here. Are you going to interrogate me or do you want a blow job?”

“Just nod or shake your head. Have you sucked his dick.”

She nodded.

I felt so good then. We were complete again We weren’t holding anything back.

“Was it a nice dick?

She shrugged her shoulders, then she nodded. I guessed it was a pretty nice dick.

“Bigger or smaller than mine?”

She made a kind of sing-songy noise. I didn’t hear it at first. But when she repeated it, I took her to be sing-songing “a little bigger.”

“A little bigger?”

She nodded.

“That’s good. That’s very good.”

It was so good in fact that I shot my load right then.

She was pissed.

“Josh!” she said. “I wanted to get fucked! I really wanted you to fuck me on our date night. Damn it.”

She got in bed next to me. But she wasn’t the one who should be pissed. It was her fault. She never told me this. And then, to find it out this way, through my subterfuge, it was all so exciting, I couldn’t help myself when I finally saw her nodding and admitting to a blow job. I just came like crazy.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I said, finally asking the question that had been hanging between us.

“I’m sorry honey,” she said. “I just…I just didn’t feel like…you know, going through the details…I wanted it to be something…private, between me and Ben. Just this one private thing. I mean, I think that’s all it’s ever going to be. I don’t think I can bring myself to fuck him. So he ate my pussy and he made me come and I sucked his cock and I made him cum, but—

“Did he cum in your mouth?”

“See,” she said.

“See what?”

“This! I mean, I thought we could do this, Josh. I thought you could be…cooler about it. But maybe you can’t…handle it, I don’t know. I am going to call the whole thing off.”

“No! I can handle it!” I panicked. I was anxious that she was going to call the whole thing off. That was the last thing I wanted.

“I don’t want you to call it off.”

It was then that she just broke down crying like crazy. I thought it was all my fault.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I said to her. But through her blubbering, I gathered that it wasn’t my fault.

“What is it, then?” I asked.

“Oh, Ben,” she said. “I am so sorry. But…I *am* in love with him. I’m sorry!”

“You’re in love with Josh?”

“Yes,” she cried. “I’ve had a crush on him for months, yes. But now that we have been fooling around, Ben, I feel different with him, than I feel with you. I’m so sorry. I feel…in my heart for him, something that I guess I didn’t know was there. But I think that’s what you’re supposed to feel in your heart for someone you fuck. I guess I shouldn’t have married you because I don’t feel that in my heart for you. Oh Josh, I am so sorry. Oh God, I am so sorry about this. But it’s been driving me crazy and I’ve just got to be honest and tell you.”

“Tell you what,” I asked.

“I don’t love you, Josh,” she said, through a river of tears. “I’m sorry, I just don’t!”

When I woke up, she was packing a bag.

“What?” I said. “What are you doing?”

“What do you think I’m doing? Did you not hear what I told you last night? Were you drunk?”

“No,” I said. “I heard everything.”

“Then you know, that’s why I’m packing. I don’t love you Josh. I’ve got to move out.”

“No you don’t,” I said. “That’s the last thing I want.”

“Right. You want to be married to someone who doesn’t love you? How fucked is that?”

“Well, you might think it’s fucked,” I said. “But Lexy, you know….it’s perfect for me. In so many ways. I mean, you know my upbringing…you know what I’m used to. My family didn’t love me. They didn’t even want me. So this is exactly what I’m comfortable with. I am just glad that it’s finally out in the open. I mean, you don’t think I knew that you didn’t love me? I mean, on our wedding day you were practically making out with Srivanda out on the balcony. I saw that, you know? The reason I picked you, unconsciously or consciously, must be because I have never felt loved and I wanted to continue that with my adult family.”

“Well, that’s not what I want?”

“Are you sure?” I asked. “I mean, if you think about it, you might discover than someone you don’t’ love is exactly who you want to be with.”

“Oh, amateur psychologist are we?” she said. “You mean my father? I know, I didn’t respect him. I don’t respect him. But I loved him, in my own way.”

“Oh, come on, Lexy,” I said. “You love me in your own way.”

“That’s true,” she said.

“Put down the suitcase. Come here into bed.”

She got into bed next to me.

“This is a good thing,” I said. “Not a bad thing. We’re finally being honest with each other. This is a great start! I’m excited, aren’t you?”

“I guess so,” she said. “So what next then?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “Let’s not force anything. Let’s just keep being totally honest with each other and just see how it works out. Who knows, maybe it will all work out great for everybody concerned.”

“OK” she said. “Sounds like a plan. Well, I better get ready for work then.”

After she got ready and came out to say goodbye to me, she added, “But listen, there is going to be no more reporting about me and Ben. And no more questions. OK? I just can’t handle that. I’m sorry.”

“That’s fine.”

“If I feel like talking about Ben, I will,” she said. “But please don’t ask me anymore.”

“Fair enough.”

And off she went.

I worked from home as a freelance programmer. So I had all this covered. She really didn’t need to report anything at all any more. The set ups were practically all in place. By the end of the week, my wife Lexy and her new official “boyfriend” Ben were under complete one hundred percent surveillance.

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