>I met this girl named Hope online. She was so flirty, a great conversation, sweet, and intelligent. She liked to listen to me ramble on about things. Her husband didn’t talk to her much. I couldn’t believe that I found a girl like Hope. She actually values a quality conversation over quantity! It was terrific. We chatted quite often and eventually had incredible cyber sex. I told my wife, Jane, all about it. She thought it was cute that her nice husband was having a cyber affair. A few months ago, I told her I enjoyed having cyber conversations with woman online. She didn’t understand it at first, but we talked through it. Then that conversation led to some fetishes that I have that I have never told anyone before. She couldn’t believe it. You see my wife is not sexual like me, or like most woman, but she worked on understanding me because she loves me. So then when I told her that Hope can satisfy my thirst for this fetish she was actually happy for me. It turned her on actually.
I told Jane that Hope was just 30 minutes away, and that we talked about having lunch together, but only if I got her approval. Hope’s husband has no idea. So when Jane said that I could go I couldn’t believe it! The only thing she asked was that I take a picture of her enjoying me. I was certainly OK with that, and I was fairly certain Hope would be OK with that too since Jane was allowing this. Jane felt like it was important she at least see her and get an idea of what we were doing. What an incredible adventure! I spent too much of our time hiding my desires and I wish I would have been more open to her in the beginning. While Jane doesn’t have any desires or fetishes like I do, I am working with her to be more open and free. Easier said than done. It’s a work in progress but I want her to explore her sexuality.
The day of the lunch I stared at my closet. I dressed carefully that day, and by carefully, I mean, Jane dressed me. I couldn’t decide on what to wear so Jane came to the rescue. I didn’t want to seem too formal or look uncomfortable. Jane is very fashionable so she likes dressing me up. This was the first date I have been on in over 8 years so without Jane I don’t know if I could have left the house! She picked out a blazer and a collard shirt. She ironed my jeans and wiped down my shoes. I looked real sharp. My blue eyes were popping. As I was heading for the door Jane stopped me so she could kiss me. We kissed like we have never kissed before. She stroked my cock outside of my jeans and moaned. She loved my cock. She apologized that she can’t do what Hope can do for me. I said she was being silly, and by her allowing me to go says more about her than any fleeting sexual desire I want. I also reminded her that if something like this happens to you then I will support it. I hugged and kissed her one last time before I embarked on this crazy adventure. How did I pull this off I thought to myself?