Steve
I didn't really understand my wife's fawning interest in our new neighbor Steve. The attraction was mutual for sure and while I never thought anything could happen, clearly I was not paying attention.
Steve and Maggie moved in to the neighborhood a few months after we did. Everyone here is new and of a similar age so there is a lot of common ground between us all. We have met many many couples but Steve and Maggie were different. He had retired from a big job with Google and was a lawyer among other interesting things.
One thing Steve always did was talk about how his wife doesn't really like him and won't do anything with him except go to restaurants. They are both foodies and seem to know a lot about wines and chef's. While Steve ran down his wife frequently he kept telling me how lucky I was to have a wife that cooked and traveled and did things with me. "She actually seems to like you" he kept saying.
What I did not share with Steve was that ours was a sexless marriage. We were more like roommates than husband and wife and that's the way she liked it. This way she never had to touch anything she didn't want to, do anything she didn't want to do or have to clean herself up "afterwards." I had resigned myself to this reality long ago. We didn't even see each other naked. She changed her clothes in the closet and always said she wanted to "maintain the mystery".
And so it was by complete happenstance that I walked into the bathroom while she was toweling off after her shower. She held up her towel in modesty, even after 45 years. This was normal. I walked past her to the closet and got when I came for but as I was walking out I glanced in the mirror and could see her backside. It stopped me in my tracks. There, on her pale white skin was two red hand prints, one on each slightly reddened cheek.
OMG. Honey, what happened? Are you okay? What happened? "What are you talking about?" Your ass honey. its all red. Clearly I was clueless and the light had not come on for me yet but it had for her. The color drained out of her face as she stuttered out "oh, its nothing. its fine. Don't worry about it" as she tried to shuttle me out of the room. No No honey that looks tender, have you called a doctor? Again, I am still in the idiot bucket at this point. "Let me get dressed honey. I'll be right out" and with that she pushed me out of the room and closed the door. I am pretty sure I heard her mumble "shit, shit shit." on the other side of the door. The light was coming on for me that something was wrong.
A few minutes later she emerged acting as if all was normal. "Would you like meatballs for dinner tonight?". Sure hon but what is going on with your butt? Is that a rash or something?. She got that concerned look and sat next to me on the couch and uttered the phrase every husband dreads: "We have to talk". My alarms were ringing now.
"Honey, as we've gotten older, the k**s are gone, we have extra time now and I find myself having feelings I never had before. Ill be honest, sometimes I find some video's and take care of my needs." You mean masturbate? She cringed the way wives do and said "Yes. Sometimes when you are golfing with the boys I will queue up a video or two and take care of myself." Great. That's not a problem, I do the same thing sometimes when you go to yoga. "I know" she said. I was a bit taken aback since I thought I had been so discreet over the years.
Okay but the red butt. I don't understand. "Sometimes I like a good spanking". My mouth bedropped open. What? "Yes, yesterday was one of those days and I smacked myself on the bottom a few times." She was red with embarrassment. Well we should look and make sure your okay. Show me your butt. "I will NOT". Oh come on honey let me put some cream on it to take care of it. It looked pretty sore. Were married for gods sake, let me take care of you. After 10 minutes of cajoling she finally agreed, went back to the bedroom for the bath creme and returned in her robe.
Let me take a look honey. She slowly raised her robe to reveal her reddened cheeks. I put some creme on my hands and tenderly rubbed her skin. Wow, you really did a number on yourself here. That's when I noticed her hands holding her robe just above the hand print. My blood ran cold and I stopped and stared.
Hun, you said you did this watching porn. "yes, its embarrassing but I feel better telling you. We shouldn't have secrets should we?" True. So since we are being so honest here, can you explain to me how these hand prints on your ass are with the fingers clearly up top. If you did this, the hand print would be fingers down. That is the only way you can reach your own bottom. And now that I look at them, these prints are not only fingers up, they are bigger than your hands. How is that possible? Again the blood ran from her face and she cursed again. "Honey, I wasn't completely honest before. While what I said is true, I do like a good spanking these days, that not my hand print. Its Steves".
WTF? Steves? When the hell did this happen? How. How long. WTF? "I'm really sorry honey. I never expected it to go this far. I never meant for.. I would never hurt.. I love you" and she started crying. "Im sorry .. so sorry.. but we never have sex and I really just was talking.. and the next thing you know, his dick just kind of popped out". Bullshit. Someones dick doesn't just pop out. What happened?
"You know last night? We drank so much and you drank even more than I did and you know when I get that drunk, I get horny. I have hit on you a couple of times like that but you always pass out. Well, that's what happened last night. You passed out drunk and I was so horny. You were snoring so loud. Anyway, I was horny and texted Steve to come down and talk." Talk? You call that talking? "Well, I was drunk and horny. We talked for a while but I kissed him and one thing led to another and before I knew it we were in the guest room naked with him spanking me while he fucked me in the ass. There, thats the whole truth. I called him.. like a booty call.. and I told him as much and once I saw his big dick... honey, his has a big dick.. really big.. and he told me Maggie won't do anal anymore.. he sounded so dejected so after he came in my pussy and recovered a bit I told him I always wanted to try it.. honey. he fucked me so good. so fuckin good..I came like a dozen times on that dick.. it was so beautiful.. so once he got it in my ass.. he just fucked me so good.. it was beautiful.. deep in my ass.. he started smacking my ass and telling me I was his fuck whore.. can you believe it.. I climbed on top of that shaft and rode that thing up my ass like a woman possessed .. until he came in my ass. That was 4 am. You were still snoring so I slept in the spare room. There.. that's the whole sordid story."
She had clearly composed herself now and was talking like a woman I had never met. My wife. Mother of my c***dren. Talking like a common hooker about taking dick in her ass. My mind was reeling. "By the way, Steve and Maggie are coming for dinner tonight. He said he told her about all this and she wants to talk to you about it." Really? Don't you think that's just a little much? He ass fucked my wife in my own house! "Yes, yes he did. Yes we did. We did that. And.. I liked it. Now, as long as we are telling the whole truth.. no secrets anymore.. is there anything you want to tell me?" NO! This is not about me.. this is about you and what you did with HIM. "Oh, please. Spare me your outrage TAMMI". What? What did you just say? "I said spare me the outrage Tammi. I know all about your porn addiction and your femmy little alter ego. Tammi Bottoms. Geez how original. That is how all this got started Tammi.. I had Steve install a monitor on your iPAD and every day I get your real internet history.
Holy crap.. my entire world just collapsed.. I thought I was so clever and discreet but she had me dead to rights and worse, I was now in a cuckold relationship. Ding Dong the door bell rang.
To be continued..
Steve and Maggie moved in to the neighborhood a few months after we did. Everyone here is new and of a similar age so there is a lot of common ground between us all. We have met many many couples but Steve and Maggie were different. He had retired from a big job with Google and was a lawyer among other interesting things.
One thing Steve always did was talk about how his wife doesn't really like him and won't do anything with him except go to restaurants. They are both foodies and seem to know a lot about wines and chef's. While Steve ran down his wife frequently he kept telling me how lucky I was to have a wife that cooked and traveled and did things with me. "She actually seems to like you" he kept saying.
What I did not share with Steve was that ours was a sexless marriage. We were more like roommates than husband and wife and that's the way she liked it. This way she never had to touch anything she didn't want to, do anything she didn't want to do or have to clean herself up "afterwards." I had resigned myself to this reality long ago. We didn't even see each other naked. She changed her clothes in the closet and always said she wanted to "maintain the mystery".
And so it was by complete happenstance that I walked into the bathroom while she was toweling off after her shower. She held up her towel in modesty, even after 45 years. This was normal. I walked past her to the closet and got when I came for but as I was walking out I glanced in the mirror and could see her backside. It stopped me in my tracks. There, on her pale white skin was two red hand prints, one on each slightly reddened cheek.
OMG. Honey, what happened? Are you okay? What happened? "What are you talking about?" Your ass honey. its all red. Clearly I was clueless and the light had not come on for me yet but it had for her. The color drained out of her face as she stuttered out "oh, its nothing. its fine. Don't worry about it" as she tried to shuttle me out of the room. No No honey that looks tender, have you called a doctor? Again, I am still in the idiot bucket at this point. "Let me get dressed honey. I'll be right out" and with that she pushed me out of the room and closed the door. I am pretty sure I heard her mumble "shit, shit shit." on the other side of the door. The light was coming on for me that something was wrong.
A few minutes later she emerged acting as if all was normal. "Would you like meatballs for dinner tonight?". Sure hon but what is going on with your butt? Is that a rash or something?. She got that concerned look and sat next to me on the couch and uttered the phrase every husband dreads: "We have to talk". My alarms were ringing now.
"Honey, as we've gotten older, the k**s are gone, we have extra time now and I find myself having feelings I never had before. Ill be honest, sometimes I find some video's and take care of my needs." You mean masturbate? She cringed the way wives do and said "Yes. Sometimes when you are golfing with the boys I will queue up a video or two and take care of myself." Great. That's not a problem, I do the same thing sometimes when you go to yoga. "I know" she said. I was a bit taken aback since I thought I had been so discreet over the years.
Okay but the red butt. I don't understand. "Sometimes I like a good spanking". My mouth bedropped open. What? "Yes, yesterday was one of those days and I smacked myself on the bottom a few times." She was red with embarrassment. Well we should look and make sure your okay. Show me your butt. "I will NOT". Oh come on honey let me put some cream on it to take care of it. It looked pretty sore. Were married for gods sake, let me take care of you. After 10 minutes of cajoling she finally agreed, went back to the bedroom for the bath creme and returned in her robe.
Let me take a look honey. She slowly raised her robe to reveal her reddened cheeks. I put some creme on my hands and tenderly rubbed her skin. Wow, you really did a number on yourself here. That's when I noticed her hands holding her robe just above the hand print. My blood ran cold and I stopped and stared.
Hun, you said you did this watching porn. "yes, its embarrassing but I feel better telling you. We shouldn't have secrets should we?" True. So since we are being so honest here, can you explain to me how these hand prints on your ass are with the fingers clearly up top. If you did this, the hand print would be fingers down. That is the only way you can reach your own bottom. And now that I look at them, these prints are not only fingers up, they are bigger than your hands. How is that possible? Again the blood ran from her face and she cursed again. "Honey, I wasn't completely honest before. While what I said is true, I do like a good spanking these days, that not my hand print. Its Steves".
WTF? Steves? When the hell did this happen? How. How long. WTF? "I'm really sorry honey. I never expected it to go this far. I never meant for.. I would never hurt.. I love you" and she started crying. "Im sorry .. so sorry.. but we never have sex and I really just was talking.. and the next thing you know, his dick just kind of popped out". Bullshit. Someones dick doesn't just pop out. What happened?
"You know last night? We drank so much and you drank even more than I did and you know when I get that drunk, I get horny. I have hit on you a couple of times like that but you always pass out. Well, that's what happened last night. You passed out drunk and I was so horny. You were snoring so loud. Anyway, I was horny and texted Steve to come down and talk." Talk? You call that talking? "Well, I was drunk and horny. We talked for a while but I kissed him and one thing led to another and before I knew it we were in the guest room naked with him spanking me while he fucked me in the ass. There, thats the whole truth. I called him.. like a booty call.. and I told him as much and once I saw his big dick... honey, his has a big dick.. really big.. and he told me Maggie won't do anal anymore.. he sounded so dejected so after he came in my pussy and recovered a bit I told him I always wanted to try it.. honey. he fucked me so good. so fuckin good..I came like a dozen times on that dick.. it was so beautiful.. so once he got it in my ass.. he just fucked me so good.. it was beautiful.. deep in my ass.. he started smacking my ass and telling me I was his fuck whore.. can you believe it.. I climbed on top of that shaft and rode that thing up my ass like a woman possessed .. until he came in my ass. That was 4 am. You were still snoring so I slept in the spare room. There.. that's the whole sordid story."
She had clearly composed herself now and was talking like a woman I had never met. My wife. Mother of my c***dren. Talking like a common hooker about taking dick in her ass. My mind was reeling. "By the way, Steve and Maggie are coming for dinner tonight. He said he told her about all this and she wants to talk to you about it." Really? Don't you think that's just a little much? He ass fucked my wife in my own house! "Yes, yes he did. Yes we did. We did that. And.. I liked it. Now, as long as we are telling the whole truth.. no secrets anymore.. is there anything you want to tell me?" NO! This is not about me.. this is about you and what you did with HIM. "Oh, please. Spare me your outrage TAMMI". What? What did you just say? "I said spare me the outrage Tammi. I know all about your porn addiction and your femmy little alter ego. Tammi Bottoms. Geez how original. That is how all this got started Tammi.. I had Steve install a monitor on your iPAD and every day I get your real internet history.
Holy crap.. my entire world just collapsed.. I thought I was so clever and discreet but she had me dead to rights and worse, I was now in a cuckold relationship. Ding Dong the door bell rang.
To be continued..
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