One of the guys she was playing with was named Marty. She had gone on a handful of dates with him and told me about the mostly innocent things that had done together. I met him a few times and he seemed like a normal guy.
Like many of her other play partners, Marty just seemed like a normal part of her life and I didn’t think anything of it when she would tell me she was going on to spend the evening with him. I knew these relationships were more than just casual, and that there was some sexuality like kissing and even sometimes oral sex, but after almost 18 months of this lifestyle I had gotten used to this and didn’t object.
Then the day came when I had computer issues at work and ended up leaving to come home in the middle of the day. My worked a less regular schedule than I did and was often home during the day, so out of a normal courtesy I sent her a text letting her know I was on my way home. If she had gotten my text, the day would have played out differently. But her phone was in the other room and set to silent mode.
I wasn’t sure she would be home at all, so when I walked in the door and I didn’t see anyone I figured I was alone. I began looking through the kitchen to find something to eat, but then I heard sounds of pleasure coming from our bedroom. I figured she was up there masturbating, and decided I would sneak up and spy on her giving herself pleasure.
I went up the stairs quietly and found the bedroom door partially open so I peered inside. There was Marty on top of my wife. Neither of them were facing me and had no idea I was watching. I pulled the door slightly more closed so it would be less likely they would notice me. Then I stood there and watched them have sex.
They had what I could only describe as amazing sex, and I was reluctantly willing to admit it seemed like much better sex than I had ever had with my wife. It lasted more than 20 minutes after I showed up, and it may have been going on for a long time before I got there. The had several position changes, including anal sex, and he eventually had a orgasm deep inside of her. There was no condom.
I enjoyed what I watched and even felt disappointed when it was over. They laid on the bed and kissed and cuddled for several minutes. I heard my wife whisper several times, “You’re so good at that.”
I sneaked back downstairs and found her cell phone and deleted the text I had sent. I heard them moving around upstairs and then heard the shower turn on. I went back out to my car and parked about a block away. 15 minutes later I saw my wife and Marty walk outside, kiss passionately on the front steps of the house, and then Marty got in his car and drove away.
I waited some time and then went back inside about when I normally would. I acted like nothing had happened, and she did the same when I asked her about her day. I debated how to handle this new information I possessed, but wasn’t sure how to bring it up.
Several days went by, and then she casually mentioned one evening that she was going to be hanging out with Marty. Without giving it much thought, I asked what they were going to do. She replied with her normal answer of just playing around. I asked if she had ever gone down on him. She had talked about do it with some of her play partners but not all, and she gave me a playful smile and admitted that she had sucked his cock on a few occasions.
I hadn’t thought this conversation through, and I wasn’t sure what to say next. After a pause, I commented that I liked Marty and wondered if she had ever considered doing more with him. She asked what I meant, so I replied, “I know you guy play around, but have you ever considered actually fucking each other?”
She whispered back that she really wanted to fuck him but didn’t know if I was ready to have her go that far with another man. I told her that if it seemed right, she should have sex with him that night, but I wanted to know all about it.
She came home very late with a story of sex.
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