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10/09/2019
I had been overworking and getting bogged down with an ever increasing workload. Home life suffered down to my always being tired and virtually using my home as a place to eat and sleep. My wife was totally pissed off as we had not been out even for a drink, nothing was breaking the cycle.
Then I had an accident and broke a leg after tripping on the stairs while carrying a heavy box in the workplace. Health and Safety were all over this, accusing the management of malpractice and the investigation proved negligence on their part down to badly worn treads on the staircase, something which had been reported and not acted on for a couple of years.
The time off work inevitably aided my recovery, backed up by a substantial settlement in my favour.
In my time off I got to deciding to start selling things on the internet, finding a supplier was easy and the products were good. I could hardly believe the number of orders coming through each day within a week of setting up the site. Sex products are amazingly popular and so I was easily earning more than double my weekly income in a day without leaving my house.
However the spare bedroom and garage was getting rather loaded with boxes of products. It was however my home life that benefitted most as my lovely wife and I rediscovered our love for each other and spent our leisure time together making sure we enjoyed an unexpected freedom. I made a rule of having strict opening hours and turned the laptop off at five each day and not back on until 9am.
This rejuvenated our sex life too and we became adventurous partly down to the products we were selling, my wife becoming involved and very good at organising things and judging the quality and popularity of brands and products. What really made the change was the lingerie items which left nothing to the imagination and my wife tried many of them on as I got her to model them for the website, often giving me the thought that millions of people might wonder who she was and how nice her body looked. At the age of twenty eight, she was in lovely shape and I mostly avoided showing her face, often giving her a sexy mask to wear or cropping out the tasteful tiny rose tattoos in intimate places.
All this had an effect on me and I wondered about her having a lover. It was over a nice meal that I posed the question of whether she had thoughts of entertaining a man sexually. The reply was quick and decisive. Yes, she had and she had wondered what my reaction would be if she did but had kept it from me. She admitted she had been tempted many times when I was drowning in my job and the broken leg saved a broken marriage.
I felt a relief that we had survived a crisis via a physical crisis and my heart raced as I sought some sort of resolution to my earlier question. Now that we were very happy, was she interested in now enjoying someone else's cock.
I held my breath as she took a few seconds to make a reply. Yes, she would like to try it but she did not want me to see that as a green light for me to do the same with another woman. I felt that deserved the strongest denial I could think of. We were married, very happy and I wanted her to believe that and I wanted her to be the recipient of some extra sex with another man. My trust in her was total and she had the freedom from me for her to enjoy sex with another man as frequently as she wished. My only condition was that she either let me watch at some time or told me every detail when we met after the event.
Our drive home was long and full of questions, some minutely small and others almost monumental in the risk of ruining our marriage. At the end of it, we knew that it would happen at some time and that we would not badger each other if the consequences changed things. We simply did not know what would happen but trust in our marriage and our decisions were going to be intertwined somehow.
Six months later our business allowed us to employ two part time people, one a graphic designer, male and a female quality controller, responsible for ensuring our products were of the nature that we would get repeat business. The male was a hit. He would come in a couple of times a week to check all was well and mostly see Liz who understood better than me the new innovations which seemed to crop up almost daily.
I noticed that they were in conversation more frequently and I detected her mention Chris's name frequently. Now obviously he had seen the photos of her on a regular basis and though we did not let on that she was our model, it would only be a blind man who missed the connection. However he always remained professional. I often got hard when he came in and opened the pages up as she sat with him discussing ways of enhancing the pictures, enlarging, photo shopping etc.
On this particular day, Chris was in and Liz out on a shopping trip. He had no idea I was there as I had been doing some plumbing work in a new office extension at the back of the garage so my rummaging about was muffled. I was coming through the door, music must have obscured my footsteps but whatever it was I could see he had a much enlarged picture of Liz wearing split crutch thong and peephole bra and he was rubbing his stiff well sized cock and murmuring her name. I was delighted as my thoughts were that they fancied each other. I moved quietly back into the garage and left him to his wank.
I gave it half an hour with my mind reliving this image. Then I rang Liz and told her what I had seen. She laughed and said that it made her feel good. She also said she would be home soon. I was inside when she got back and Chris and I were drinking coffee as if nothing had happened. Liz smiled and greeted us, giving me a kiss on the cheek and giving Chris a big smile.
At the end of our working day we sat having a glass of wine in the garden and relaxing and she asked me about the discovery so I told her what I had seen. She then said 'I think he is going to be the one', I nodded my head and said I was happy with her choice and I would go out next time he was at our place. This was going to be in two days time.
On the day Chris arrived, I left as he parked his car, we waved and went to meet a supplier. I wanted to give Liz plenty of time to get closer to Chris. It was hard trying to relax with sex thoughts bouncing around my head but I had to remain calm (fat chance).
At lunchtime I got back and she was alone. She took me through to the lounge and sat me down then lifted her skirt. She was naked beneath it and her pussy lips looked puffed up. She told me her panties were upstairs in the bedroom and the bed was a mess. Chris had fucked her once and she had sucked him off just fifteen minutes before I got back. She said I would have caught them both naked if I had been a bit sooner.
I sat and listened, my cock straining my pants, this was what I wanted and now how did I feel now she had been fucked by another man? In one word, fantastic.
I was on her like a shot, fingers inside that lovely wet lovehole, finding their combined juices, those that had not already leaked from her beautiful cunt, kissing her and tasting his come on her lips and tongue, that heady taste of his spunk, so wonderful. I soon had my cock in her my enthusiasm nearly ruined it as it was hard to control and just cum. But I managed to hold it of long enough for my just fucked wife to cum again and scream out. I let myself go shot my cum into her messy hole. I told her how much I loved her and she could do it again as much as she liked because I felt it was proof of how much love and trust we shared.
The rest of the afternoon was spent with her description of their moment of truth and how Chris said he had been aware of her being the model from day one and that he had built a yearning for her on a daily basis. He was very relieved and excited when she told him that she wanted him too. Liz said she had not yet revealed that I knew.
I am more than happy with the arrangement. I suggested we waited to see how things develop before he learns our secret and I asked if there was to be a repeat. She said it looked certain as he took a fair bit of persuading to get dressed and go before I got back although he knew he had to he really wanted to stay with her and fuck again.
So, she now had a lover, a lapdog in a way, he is texting her several times a day (and night). He fucks her here at home and she goes to his. Liz tells me that she treats him equally to me and that she enjoys letting him have the deepest secrets of her body as well as having his smooth cock in her warm cunt as a regular lover.
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Then I had an accident and broke a leg after tripping on the stairs while carrying a heavy box in the workplace. Health and Safety were all over this, accusing the management of malpractice and the investigation proved negligence on their part down to badly worn treads on the staircase, something which had been reported and not acted on for a couple of years.
The time off work inevitably aided my recovery, backed up by a substantial settlement in my favour.
In my time off I got to deciding to start selling things on the internet, finding a supplier was easy and the products were good. I could hardly believe the number of orders coming through each day within a week of setting up the site. Sex products are amazingly popular and so I was easily earning more than double my weekly income in a day without leaving my house.
However the spare bedroom and garage was getting rather loaded with boxes of products. It was however my home life that benefitted most as my lovely wife and I rediscovered our love for each other and spent our leisure time together making sure we enjoyed an unexpected freedom. I made a rule of having strict opening hours and turned the laptop off at five each day and not back on until 9am.
This rejuvenated our sex life too and we became adventurous partly down to the products we were selling, my wife becoming involved and very good at organising things and judging the quality and popularity of brands and products. What really made the change was the lingerie items which left nothing to the imagination and my wife tried many of them on as I got her to model them for the website, often giving me the thought that millions of people might wonder who she was and how nice her body looked. At the age of twenty eight, she was in lovely shape and I mostly avoided showing her face, often giving her a sexy mask to wear or cropping out the tasteful tiny rose tattoos in intimate places.
All this had an effect on me and I wondered about her having a lover. It was over a nice meal that I posed the question of whether she had thoughts of entertaining a man sexually. The reply was quick and decisive. Yes, she had and she had wondered what my reaction would be if she did but had kept it from me. She admitted she had been tempted many times when I was drowning in my job and the broken leg saved a broken marriage.
I felt a relief that we had survived a crisis via a physical crisis and my heart raced as I sought some sort of resolution to my earlier question. Now that we were very happy, was she interested in now enjoying someone else's cock.
I held my breath as she took a few seconds to make a reply. Yes, she would like to try it but she did not want me to see that as a green light for me to do the same with another woman. I felt that deserved the strongest denial I could think of. We were married, very happy and I wanted her to believe that and I wanted her to be the recipient of some extra sex with another man. My trust in her was total and she had the freedom from me for her to enjoy sex with another man as frequently as she wished. My only condition was that she either let me watch at some time or told me every detail when we met after the event.
Our drive home was long and full of questions, some minutely small and others almost monumental in the risk of ruining our marriage. At the end of it, we knew that it would happen at some time and that we would not badger each other if the consequences changed things. We simply did not know what would happen but trust in our marriage and our decisions were going to be intertwined somehow.
Six months later our business allowed us to employ two part time people, one a graphic designer, male and a female quality controller, responsible for ensuring our products were of the nature that we would get repeat business. The male was a hit. He would come in a couple of times a week to check all was well and mostly see Liz who understood better than me the new innovations which seemed to crop up almost daily.
I noticed that they were in conversation more frequently and I detected her mention Chris's name frequently. Now obviously he had seen the photos of her on a regular basis and though we did not let on that she was our model, it would only be a blind man who missed the connection. However he always remained professional. I often got hard when he came in and opened the pages up as she sat with him discussing ways of enhancing the pictures, enlarging, photo shopping etc.
On this particular day, Chris was in and Liz out on a shopping trip. He had no idea I was there as I had been doing some plumbing work in a new office extension at the back of the garage so my rummaging about was muffled. I was coming through the door, music must have obscured my footsteps but whatever it was I could see he had a much enlarged picture of Liz wearing split crutch thong and peephole bra and he was rubbing his stiff well sized cock and murmuring her name. I was delighted as my thoughts were that they fancied each other. I moved quietly back into the garage and left him to his wank.
I gave it half an hour with my mind reliving this image. Then I rang Liz and told her what I had seen. She laughed and said that it made her feel good. She also said she would be home soon. I was inside when she got back and Chris and I were drinking coffee as if nothing had happened. Liz smiled and greeted us, giving me a kiss on the cheek and giving Chris a big smile.
At the end of our working day we sat having a glass of wine in the garden and relaxing and she asked me about the discovery so I told her what I had seen. She then said 'I think he is going to be the one', I nodded my head and said I was happy with her choice and I would go out next time he was at our place. This was going to be in two days time.
On the day Chris arrived, I left as he parked his car, we waved and went to meet a supplier. I wanted to give Liz plenty of time to get closer to Chris. It was hard trying to relax with sex thoughts bouncing around my head but I had to remain calm (fat chance).
At lunchtime I got back and she was alone. She took me through to the lounge and sat me down then lifted her skirt. She was naked beneath it and her pussy lips looked puffed up. She told me her panties were upstairs in the bedroom and the bed was a mess. Chris had fucked her once and she had sucked him off just fifteen minutes before I got back. She said I would have caught them both naked if I had been a bit sooner.
I sat and listened, my cock straining my pants, this was what I wanted and now how did I feel now she had been fucked by another man? In one word, fantastic.
I was on her like a shot, fingers inside that lovely wet lovehole, finding their combined juices, those that had not already leaked from her beautiful cunt, kissing her and tasting his come on her lips and tongue, that heady taste of his spunk, so wonderful. I soon had my cock in her my enthusiasm nearly ruined it as it was hard to control and just cum. But I managed to hold it of long enough for my just fucked wife to cum again and scream out. I let myself go shot my cum into her messy hole. I told her how much I loved her and she could do it again as much as she liked because I felt it was proof of how much love and trust we shared.
The rest of the afternoon was spent with her description of their moment of truth and how Chris said he had been aware of her being the model from day one and that he had built a yearning for her on a daily basis. He was very relieved and excited when she told him that she wanted him too. Liz said she had not yet revealed that I knew.
I am more than happy with the arrangement. I suggested we waited to see how things develop before he learns our secret and I asked if there was to be a repeat. She said it looked certain as he took a fair bit of persuading to get dressed and go before I got back although he knew he had to he really wanted to stay with her and fuck again.
So, she now had a lover, a lapdog in a way, he is texting her several times a day (and night). He fucks her here at home and she goes to his. Liz tells me that she treats him equally to me and that she enjoys letting him have the deepest secrets of her body as well as having his smooth cock in her warm cunt as a regular lover.
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