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 This recollection is absolutely true.  The account has been polished by the
editor, as I'm no writer, but I can say it's spot on especially the
conversations which I remembered in full and have faithfully reproduced.

   Until the situation developed I'd never read or even looked at such
stories but of course that changed.  Like so many of these `true' stories
when on paper it doesn't look believable and makes even me wonder how
exactly it progressed in such a linear fashion.  I now realise that some
other accounts I've read really are probably real and like me they are
using it as a form of Cathartic exercise or (if I'm totally honest) a form
of shared eroticism as they remember what went on.

   One or two ring true anyway as they have elements that hint of real
experiences with which I am of course also familiar and some others may
also be as well but it's harder to tell.  Of course the ones where a wife
goes from a quiet married woman to a whore in sixty seconds and doing
openly nasty things are just nonsense and the writer should be honest
enough to tell us all it's just fiction.  That's the boring stuff, I needed
to say it just to make it clear what this is, not a fantasy tale but an
account of what occurred.

   The strangest aspect of all of this is I genuinely had no idea, not a
single inkling about it at all.  Kim and I were happy and everything was
fine; we had good friends and our families were nice people except for her
sister who I didn't like much although ironically it was she who brought
this to a conclusion.

   My wife is older than me by a number of years.  In fact I met her just
after I started university when I was eighteen.  She was a former graduate
working at the university on a joint project with the company she was now
employed with and so she spent a lot of time in the labs near to where I
had lectures and did my own project work.

   She was a very pretty woman who enjoyed looking attractive but in an
elegant way and since she was older than us under graduates there was an
air of sophistication about her.

   We chatted the second week I arrived but I probably barely saw her for
months except a couple of times when she was with a man who was clearly her
boyfriend.  Then that Christmas three days before I was due home I talked
to her again at a party and she hit on me.  Now I was flattered not because
I didn't think I wasn't worthy of some attention; I might not be Justin
Timberlake but I do get my fair share of attention, but she was, in my
eyes, different class and besides I was eighteen and she was much older.

   We chatted, danced, kissed and eventually went back to her apartment;
not some dingy student digs but a really nice place, where we made love. 
The next morning she looked at me then said.

   "Oh God!  How old are you?" I told her.  "Thank Christ for that!  Just
for a moment I thought you might still be at school!"

   I realised then she was actually teasing me because she was older and I
grinned;

   "So how old are you?" I asked.

   "Twenty six." She replied.

   "Thank Christ!" I teased.  "I was worried you were my mum's age!"

   "Well thank you very much young man, after that remark breakfast is off
and you can just piss off!" She tried to sound assertive but it didn't
quite work and I laughed then added;

   "You started it!"

   "True.  So do you want to stay or has sleeping with a woman so old she's
almost ready for retirement made you desperate to run away."

   "Hmm.  What you offering?"

   "Breakfast and more sex, possibly not in that order." She gave me a sly
grin and put her hand on my erection which got very hard in moments.

   "You drive a hard bargain!" I joked and that was that.  I spent the
whole morning with her skipping lectures until she went to work (she'd
taken the morning of to do Christmas shopping but of course that never
happened).  The next day was my last before the break and I went out with
my mates after lunch and got hammered.  When I got back to my room (I was
in university accommodation) I found a note under my door which was from
Kim asking if I wanted to get together that evening.

   Despite being drunk and due to be out at a concert by eight I found my
mobile and gave her a call telling her that would be great.  She wasn't to
pleased at the state I was in when I turned up an hour later because for
her this was a proper date and while I had changed into decent clothes I
was still pretty pissed.

   Thankfully after an initial irritation she took it well and I tried to
be a good boy and didn't drink anything else when she took me out for
something to eat.  After sobering a little she agreed to go to a club and
that was where she showed just what a good dancer she was.  I was still on
orange juice so after a couple of hours she had almost caught me up and
decided we should go back to her place.

   The sex that night was something special.  Not only prolonged, possibly
due to the alcohol, but also very, very erotic and I was exhausted when we
finally collapsed several hours later.  The next morning Kim made love to
me again and we were at it until late morning.  Since it was Saturday we
were in no hurry and I even delayed my trip home by a day so I could stay
one further night.  Kim was insatiable and I was worn out when I finally
left Sunday afternoon.

   So far I'd avoid having a girlfriend because I was enjoying being single
but this was something else and I missed both her sharp wit and of course
the sex.  So despite only having been with her for a few days when she
called me two days after New Year I instantly agreed to return to
university early just to be with her; she was of course already back at
work.

   My mother gave me a funny look when I told her I would be leaving sooner
than I'd anticipated probably thinking it was actually to go out on some
massive drinking session with my mates (I'd done this already New Year's
eve and was still a little hung over two days later!).

   I was with her the very next day, four days before I would have normally
returned and the result was lots of sex plus a good amount of getting to
know one another: She'd been dumped by her boyfriend of four years about a
month before Christmas and as it turned out I wasn't simply a rebound
affair she'd seen me about for a while so when we met at the party she'd
simply decided to `go for it'.  The only issue was our ages; she admitted
she was a little concerned since she'd never been out with anyone younger
before and since I was a student she knew everyone would think me her
toy-boy, which I guess I was, really.

   So we began to date properly.  At first it was a little awkward because
her friends were her age or older, with children, mortgages and more
pointedly jobs and a purpose in life.  I was a student doing a course I'd
fallen into so had little direction or ambition.  Kim was great, she
supported me in every discussion regarding my future telling everyone I was
too young to decide and she also said on several occasions when pressed
about Gordon, her ex, that she was glad to have moved on to me as I was
twice the man he was!

   So slowly we grew closer and when she asked me if I wanted to go on
holiday together that summer I said yes.  She booked and paid for it making
me feel like a real toy-boy but she never made me feel bad about it.  The
Easter break was spent at home but I again returned early only this time my
mother knew I'd met someone and was very supportive even when she found out
Kim was about to turn twenty seven.

   That summer I was only home for two weeks before I missed her too much
and after several very long phone calls she asked me if I'd like to move in
with her for a while.  We went away on holiday ten days later only when we
returned I stayed on with her only visiting my family for a week near the
end of the summer break.

   The next year I was due to share a flat with mates but ended up living
with Kim full time and that was that.  Eventually we became engaged and
were married the summer I graduated.  I was twenty one, Kim twenty nine. 
Like I say her family were great as were mine and now I knew her friends
they appreciated how much we were in love, only Rose her sister wasn't as
accepting.

   She told me to my face several months before we got married I was too
young for her and she called me Kim's toy (short for toy-boy) a few times
until the sisters had a real go at each other.  Basically Rose, who was
also single and four years older couldn't understand why she had fallen for
me because I was simply too young.

   I suspect that because I was twelve years her junior when she first met
me, I was nineteen, she always saw me as a boy.  No matter as while she
wasn't exactly a friend she at least, after the argument, became less
confrontational with one telling exception:

   During our reception she spoke to me as we waited for the taxi to take
us to our hotel and then suddenly she gave me a hug then quietly told me I
needed to watch Kim.  It was a funny comment which from her I took as some
form of put down but said thanks and let her go.

   Our honeymoon was great as was our life after.  I found a job and with
Kim's help I was soon heading my own lab team and within eighteen months
I'd moved to a new company with a much better paid job.  That was after Kim
turned thirty and this was I believe what sparked her into action.

   As I've said our sex life was full on from the start.  Kim was
inexhaustible and was always able to wear me out no matter how much I tried
to keep pace with her.  We did the usual naughty things; knickers in her
handbag after a meal, playing with each other in a cinema and even her
dressing up and walking with me through a park a few times displaying a lot
of flesh.  But the sex was always great.

   It was our first wedding anniversary and after going out to dinner we
came home and Kim dressed in a really awesome outfit; basque, stockings,
heels and she displayed a completely shaven sex.  We made love that night
and she was completely unstoppable, she seemed to never tire and I had to
call a halt after several hours as I was spent.  We lay together and then
she said it, just as if it was an innocent remark but it was far from that;

   "My needs are so much more than yours." She stated quietly.

   "Mmm." I agreed.  Well it was true.

   "Can I find a way of satisfying them?"

   "I don't know what else to suggest.  I thought I was doing a pretty good
job." I answered not really hurt because I wasn't feeling concerned about
what she'd said.

   "I know you do tiger!" She responded and gave me a kiss.  "I'll work on
it." And that was that

   She had turned thirty so I wasn't too surprised when she began to calm
down a little and over the next few months the sex slowly tailed off.  That
is not to say we didn't do it only it wasn't every night which was just as
well because frankly at times my balls ached from overuse and once or twice
I found I really didn't want to do it but did for her.

   So I thought with the recent change of job things were about as good as
they could be, Kim seemed even more in love and our sex life was more
balanced.  That was until it happened.

   We were sitting after dinner one Friday and I was aware Kim was a little
agitated.  Eventually after I pressed her she looked sad and told me she
loved me very deeply but had something she'd been putting off for months
but just had to get it out in the open.

   "What is it?" I asked with a smile.

   "I've taken a lover." She declared.  For a moment I thought it was a
joke, she was after all a very witty person but this was not they type of
thing she'd kid about.

   "Kim?" I wanted to add more but simply waited for confirmation that I'd
heard correctly and it was real.

   "We both knew I was looking for a solution to my needs and I found it.
Only I wanted to suggest it but couldn't bring myself to so tried to forget
it only, well...  only the situation occurred before I'd addressed it with
you and after that a combination of guilt and the reluctance of the other
party for me to tell you made me keep it a secret." She looked for my
reaction which was simply shock.

   "I know it sounds harsh or cruel but it isn't, not really.  The man I
met isn't someone who wants to marry me he simply wants sex and is able to
give me all I need and more.  What I desperately want is for us not to be
torn apart by this because I love you so much." She was speaking words
she'd rehearsed, I could tell, but there was no doubt she meant them as
well.

   "What I thought we'd do is separate this from the rest of our life
together.  You have been happier these past few months since I've not been
so demanding and I'm convinced we've got closer as well.  I think this is a
really good thing for us."

   "Another man?  You are fucking someone else?" I emphasised crudely so
she would realised what it meant to me.  Not some much needed sexual
release for my wife but another man using her.  What I only half expected
were the tears.

   "Lee, I'm not trying to hurt you although maybe it looks that way.  What
do you want me to do?  I'm not insensitive to your own feelings and I know
you find it hard sometimes meeting my demands.  This is for you as well as
me; we can't go on; you growing less and less inclined to engage in sex
because you can't keep up and me getting so frustrated that I'll explode,
leaving both of us unhappy.  We love each other and everything with us is
great except for this one thing."

   "But it's not a little thing.  I mean love making is a very intimate
matter between us and to give that to someone else is..."

   "I don't make love with this man we have sex.  I've said he's not
interested in a long-term relationship just the sex and that suits me fine
as I will love only you."

   "Yes but he gets to see my wife naked and to do things that only I
should do to you."

   "Why?"

   "Why what?

   "Does it need to be only you?  I mean we do so many lovely things
together including lovemaking and that won't change but if I can have a few
hours with someone else who makes me a better and more loving wife for you,
is that so wrong?"

   "But this is adultery!"

   "Lee, we were living together for two years and if I'd wanted to have
other men then I could have but I didn't because it might have broken us
apart.  Now we are married you know I'm committed to you, didn't you say
only a few days ago that you had never felt happier?  You said that because
we have a more stable relationship now that I'm less sexually demanding of
you and it's true.  We are closer and happier than ever.  Until twenty
minutes ago it was great so now when I've told you I've taken a lover
suddenly it's turned to rubble?  No!  It's just as it was and it's only as
it was because of this man!"

   "I can't handle it!" I yelled.

   "Rubbish!  What's there not to handle?  Tell me what you are worried
about?"

   "Us!"

   "You have us and as you yourself agreed things have never been so good
since I took a lover."

   "But I can't bare the thought of him being with you, touching you and
the prospect of people seeing you together..."

   "It's sex Lee, just raw sex.  I don't date him, I'm not sure I like him,
as a person that is, but he gives me what I need outside of our wonderful
relationship.  Why do you think I've shared this with you?  To hurt you? 
To undermine the best thing in my life?  No, I don't want to sneak around I
want it to be open between us so we can continue to be so in love without
any guilty secrets!"

   "But how can I possible cope with this?  It's killing me already and
I've only just found out!" She cried at this, a flood this time.

   "Lee, Lee!  I love you with body and soul!  Do you doubt that?  Do you?"

   "Well I don't know anymore." A wave of tears and she clung to me her
face close, hand on my cheek.

   "Lee, darling...  Do you doubt my love?" This was almost pitiful and I
cracked.

   "No, no I don't it's just that..."

   "Then what?  If you don't doubt my love do you think I'm lying about
what this man means to me?"

   "Well no."

   "And aren't we happier?  I meant truthfully, happier and more content
now with our life together?"

   "Yes, ok yes but it's still hard to take."

   "But that will soon pass once you realise that tomorrow and the next day
I'm still here with you, loving you and again next week and next month."
She was holding my head between her palms looking into my eyes.

   "Tell me you love me."

   "You know I do."

   "Yes but you feel hurt and cheated so please tell me."

   "I love you."

   "And tell me honestly have I hurt our relationship, honestly?"

   "The trust..."

   "That's why I'm telling you now, so we don't lose that ever again.  But
have I really hurt it?"

   "No I suppose not at least not..."

   "Shhhhh.  Leave it at that.  We are stronger today than before, we love
each other more and things will only get better.  My lover should be
praised not condemned for that.  Now we will go on just as before only it's
out in the open." She kissed me softly and deeply.  "God I love you so
much!"

   So there it was.  There was another man in our relationship.  It was
difficult at first but every time I looked sad or became curt we had the
same conversation which was basically my affirmation that things between us
were good and she was just as attentive as ever.

   So she saw her lover and life continued.  In fact nothing changed except
she stopped pretending to go to an exercise class when she was actually
with him and just occasionally she'd slide out in the evening when she had
`needs' but usually she kept it all separate and it was true nothing she
did actually impacted on us in fact we still made love and went out just as
before.  No that's not true Kim was if anything happier.

   It was probably four months later that I first met him and it was
another big shock.  Kim mentioned that he was going to drop in and I braced
myself for one of the most difficult encounters of my life only it went way
beyond anything I'd imagined!

   I knew nothing about him of course only when he came in I nearly passed
out; he was black (I'd never asked but somehow just assumed he'd be white),
very large and not a person I would like to have been in the same room
alone with.  Kim introduced him as Mike and we shook hands, that is to say
he leered at me and crushed mine with a smirk.

   Kim made small talk then with a peck on the cheek she went out with him.
It was hard seeing him run his hand over her rear as they exited and worse
when they kissed in the car but I reminded myself they'd been together for
months and they were simply, as Kim put it, fuck buddies.

   Mike picked her up again a few weeks later and again the week after that
until it seemed accepted practice for him to pick my wife up to go out with
her one or twice a week.  She was always great when she came home offering
sex if I wanted it and making no reference to her other man at all.

   I suppose I should have tried to stop him coming over but it was
impossible.  Inevitably one night they came back early and Kim asked if it
would be ok for her and Mike to use the spare room as Mike's apartment was
being decorated, what was I to say?

   That was the first night I heard my wife moaning as another man made
love to her, not just moaning but yelling and cursing.  Plus of course it
went on for nearly two hours before the man left and she crawled into our
own bed alongside me.  She insisted we make love; slow and sensuous which
was actually really nice and I fell asleep in a better mood than I
anticipated.

   Slowly things evolved so that Mike would come over several times a week
only they didn't always go out but used the bedroom for sex.  As this
became routine I began to hear Kim articulating some pretty nasty stuff
ranging from her desire to be `fucked by him forever' to her telling him
(very often) she was his whore to command!

   Anyway despite this our actual relationship was still good and things
continued through Christmas and the following Easter.  We went away, had
parties and entertained friends just as before only Mike appeared every few
days and Kim and he would have very aggressive sex.  When he was not about
she would make love to me for hours only it rather reinforced that her
relationship with Mike had if anything increased her libido so I was never
going to satisfy her alone.

   It was that Easter when Kim asked if Mike could move in for a little
while since his landlord and decided to sell off the apartment and he had
to be out my the next weekend.  When I balked at this Kim asked me for the
thousandth time if our love had been lessened by him or had our
relationship been damaged in any way?  I had to say no and that was that.

   He was in the spare room that weekend and it was that Sunday I saw him
taking my wife on the lounge floor in the middle of the day.  I stood
watching for a few minutes before going to our room.  Kim appeared an hour
later and apologised telling me she was sorry to have embarrassed me and
hoped I would be understanding, which I was.  So from then on things slowly
got a lot more public, that is to say at first they were doing it in his
room but before long they would make out in the lounge or kitchen.

   About three weeks after he'd moved in I came home to find Kim and he
were already home and went in to find my wife on all fours on our bedroom
floor.  There was no acknowledgement I was even there as they went at it
her work skirt pushed up and knickers to one side clearly she'd only just
got home.  I beat a retreat and made my own dinner then I heard them come
down to the lounge only when I looked in my wife was riding him completely
naked.  This went on for ages and even after I went to bed I still heard
the occasional moan or grunt.

   It was nearly half past one when Kim came into bed and cuddled me. 
"Sorry about that but we both had shitty days and I simply wanted to be
fucked senseless!  You know he's just a big dick don't you?  I mean he
really is nothing more than a large cock on legs!  If you ever try to chat
to him you'll find out just how thick he is!"

   Despite this disparaging remark she continued to spend increasing time
with him.  They began to actually make out in front of me; him running his
hands over her and up her skirt or down her trousers which she never
refused.

   That was when things began to change.  It wasn't that Kim was
inattentive to me or didn't love me but Mike demanded more and more sex
from her and she was very willing to give it to him.  An example of how
things had moved on was about three months on and we were actually watching
TV together when Mike walked in and told Kim that quote-unquote: "I need it
fuck you right now!" She gave me a `sorry' look and sat with him on the
other sofa and they made out.  I watched as she stripped then sucked him
before sliding down on his pole then she began to moan as his oversized
pole went deep.

   I wanted to stand my ground so pretended not to be bothered but I was
especially when he began to ask her whose cock she loved and she said
`yours' then followed this by agreeing that he was the only man who could
satisfy her.  I got a few nasty looks from him but I pretended to only hear
the TV even when he announced loudly he was going to `cum in her married
pussy again' and she told him that was what it was for!

   The acceleration was pronounced after that.  It wasn't long after that
that Kim openly changed towards him she'd kiss him the way she kissed me
call him lover and began to make remarks about her two wonderful men and
other similar comments.  She admitted that she adored us both and began to
say that she was the luckiest woman in the world as she had two men to
love. I already knew from Kim's comments many months before that Mike liked
his women to be overtly sexy something she'd laughed at especially as I've
said before she was anything but.  However the relationship had changed and
along with her willingness to vocalise her love for Mike she began to dress
for him.  She wore trousers less and less and several skirts and dresses
appeared that were much, much shorter than before.

   She actually began to look overly sexy, dressed in tight tops skimpy
skirts and heels much of the time.  Pretty soon it was no unusually to see
my wife walking out the door in a tiny dress, hold-ups and heels.  Of
course she was still at the university and I could only imagine what effect
it was having on the students.  I think that was the night of our second
wedding anniversary that he got her pregnant.  He was the only man between
her legs for weeks and when she went to the doctors in October because she
felt strange he got her to take a test.  That was it really I was crushed
and Kim confused because the birth control had failed yet I could not
persuade her to terminate the child even when I told her we would be over.

   She actually blamed me for encouraging her to have a lover which was
rich!  Mike was clearly nervous about the baby since, as Kim had first
suggested he just wanted a `fuck buddy' and up to now he'd got one however
a baby was different.  So to Rose: We'd still seen some friends even when
Mike moved in but recently we'd not done any entertaining.  Rose sort of
invited herself over one day during which she probed and probed about us
and Mike.  After a few hours talking to Kim that afternoon she rounded on
me telling me I was a wimp of a man and I had no balls then went upstairs
and screamed at Mike telling him to leave and not come back.  Kim actually
cried at this but I think she knew Mike wanted out anyway.

   Incredibly with one phone call he was packing (thinking back now, he had
already planned his escape route rather than be saddled with a pregnant
woman if I left first) and departed announcing he'd come back for his stuff
some other time.  Then Rose shut herself and Kim in the lounge for ages. 
It was really late when she came into the kitchen and sat opposite me. 
"Sorry I shouted at you but I was so angry!  I've finally got to the truth
and I feel awful for you.  Kim never was a very controlled person when it
came to men I just hoped you'd be enough." I looked down embarrassed by the
criticism this implied.

   "Lee, you should have been.  I mean it.  Kim had a bit of problem when
she was a teenager and a rather poor reputation but I hoped she'd got over
that.  You see the reason she and Gordon split was because she kept having
one-nighters behind his back.  Anyway there is no point going over it now.
I should have told you that up front but thought I'd just sound like the
nasty older sister again." She looked at me reflectively.

   "So this is what we are going to do.  I'm moving in and when the baby
pops I'll be here to help.  Of course it will be black and you are both
white so nothing will save you from that.  I suggest you are totally honest
and tell everyone Kim had an affair and got pregnant.  I'm certain despite
all this she really adores you and would die if you left but as usual with
Kim she'd become a runaway train and lost all control.  There is one more
thing.  I won't let her get like this again as long as I'm here so you can
be happy that she will be looked after when you're not around."

   "Thanks." I said.  "I'm sorry I let this go so far but I..."

   "You are too young Lee.  I said it at the outset.  Not because you don't
deserve her but she had been around the block too many times and despite
all your bravado you are just a really nice, decent bloke.  Now what do
want to do?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "Stay or leave?"

   "I'm not leaving although I think if you hadn't appeared I would have."

   "I'm not so sure.  You love that woman and I suspect you would still be
here in a year's time even if she was well on her way to doing this again!"
At that I nodded.

   "OK.  Now I'm getting a takeaway and then after dinner I want you to
make love to that woman!  She tells me she's been upset for months because
you won't touch her."

   "Well it's been hard to get a look in."

   "And you didn't like sharing your wife." She finished.

   The next Easter my wife gave birth to her baby.  It was similar to its
father in skin colour and features and actually looked very little like Kim
at all.  Rose stayed with us as she was actually between jobs so it helped
her with the rent.

   It was a hard few months after and following the tough ones before life
was not fun.  Rose however kept us moving forward and something else
happened.  The baby seemed to change my wife's psyche and her uncontrolled
libido vanished.  She was still sexual but there was more control and she
achieved satisfaction with me the way she didn't before.

   So that is the tale.  There was no happy ending for us except to say we
are still together but I won't lie and I admit the relationship is a little
broken but it's only been a year so I'm still hopeful.  Rose has a new job,
local to us so visits often, I think to keep an eye on her sister just in
case.