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Tempest and Tryst
by OscarPaco (oscarpaco@aol.com)

***

Sometimes when I watch Joanna having sex with Marcus, I 
can't believe she's my wife. Or better said: I can't 
believe it's the same woman who sleeps with me every 
night, who lives in my house, who takes care of our 
child when I am away at work or on a business trip. But 
it's her alright, and the videos tell me plainly that 
she enjoys the time she spends with Marcus. (MMF, wife, 
cheating, voy)

***

The first time I saw the two of them together, it was a 
complete accident, and though it took awhile for the 
shock to wear off, I can't say that I was all that 
surprised that things had developed the way they did. 
And oddly enough, I didn't blow my top, I didn't 
overreact, and in fact, I didn't even bring it up. 

Oh sure, I went through quite the roller coaster ride 
of emotions -- including rage, depression, quiet anger 
and extreme jealousy -- but it wasn't my nature to make 
a mess out of things, even though I did consider, 
albeit briefly, packing my stuff and moving out on her. 

Marcus had moved into the apartment building that sits 
on the corner of our neighborhood, right next to our 
house, and it didn't take Joanna long to spot him. And 
I had to admit, he was a gorgeous man: six feet tall, 
with curly dark hair past his shoulders, a handsome 
face and eyes that were at once kind, intense and 
inquisitive. It didn't really bother me, either, when 
Joanna pointed how attractive he was. 

We weren't your average jealous couple and had had a 
relatively open ten year marriage -- at least open in 
the sense that neither of us ever hesitated to point 
other people we found attractive. It had become a fun 
little game to play when we were in public. "What about 
her?" Joanna would say when an athletic teenage girl 
would walk by. "How 'bout that guy?" I'd say when a 
youthful pretty boy came into our view. It was fun and 
mostly innocent.

I say mostly because, like many healthy married 
couples, we liked to spice up our love making with 
fantasies that often involved other people. We never 
exactly did roll playing, but we did make a habit of 
being descriptive and vocal at times. "Pretend I'm that 
young girl you saw at the mall," Joanna would say as 
she unsnapped my jeans. "Imagine I'm the sixteen year 
old kid down the block," I'd whisper in her ear as I 
entered her. 

These little games always seemed to involve younger 
people, too, so I was taken aback a bit when Marcus 
entered our playfulness one night. He appeared to be 
our age -- early thirties -- and though he was 
certainly a pretty boy (Joanna's preference in men), he 
possessed a kind of gruff manliness that Joanna 
generally stays away from.

The afternoon that I first discovered their affair came 
about due to a series of freak circumstances far beyond 
the norm. Our son was at school, and Joanna had a rare 
day off in the middle of the week. I had taken the car 
to work and had planned to surprise by coming home for 
lunch -- the kind of sexy lunch that more married 
couples should explore. I had no way of knowing how my 
surprise would wind up altering everything in our 
relationship.

The car had been acting up for a week, but we hadn't 
taken to the shop because it didn't seem that serious. 
I found out how wrong we were when I pulled into the 
other side of the neighborhood and the car simply gave 
out on me. Feeling lucky that I was so close to home, I 
decided to walk the distance to the house, then call a 
tow truck from there. All hopes of an afternoon tryst 
vanished as I walked the several blocks, cursing my 
dumb luck the whole way. 

I noticed nothing unusual as I walked up to the house 
and came in the screen door in front. I wasn't 
particularly quiet, but neither I guess was I 
particularly loud. Otherwise, I would have been heard. 
Usually, I would drop my keys on the stand by the front 
door, but for strangest reasons I didn't that 
afternoon. And oddly, I didn't take my usual path to 
the kitchen, where I figured Joanna would be. 

Our house has been called a "ranch turned sideways," 
and indeed it is. It is long and relatively narrow, 
with side yards that are bigger than the front and 
back. At first we found the floor plan annoying, but 
over time we'd come to love it, especially since our 
son's bedroom was in the back of the house, just off 
the kitchen, and ours was in the front, leaving us a 
great deal of needed privacy. 

Normally, I walked the long corridor that ultimately 
connected the front to the back of the house. Today, 
though, I went through the large front room and then 
into the dining room, which is connected to the kitchen 
by a long nook and bar. I got more intimate with that 
nook and bar that day than I ever would have imagined. 

Upon entering the dining room, I heard the first 
sounds: muffled voices, low moans, and quiet gasping. I 
stopped dead in my tracks when I saw them. Their backs 
were to me, and they faced the counter that held the 
sink. Marcus had his pants around his ankles and 
Joanna, with her back to Marcus, was nearly naked. It 
didn't take long to figure out what was going on. 

Almost in a daze, I sidestepped over by the wall that 
held the nook and gazed in shock at the two of them 
making slow, clearly enjoyable love. "You like that 
don't you?" Marcus said, barely loud enough for me to 
hear.

"Yes," said Joanna, panting to the rhythm of his body 
as it danced against her backside. "It's so deep and so 
thick."

I watched for a few more minutes, my heart racing, my 
body temperature risen to dangerous heights. I didn't 
know what to do, so I did nothing but watch. And 
listen. As another man -- a tight, muscular, handsome 
man, I might add -- made love to my wife. I was 
paralyzed -- with fear, jealousy, confusion, anger, 
sadness. But the image held me motionless.

Then, much to my amazement, I heard Joanna announcing 
that she was coming, something she never did, 
unfortunately, when we made love. No doubt with my 
mouth hanging open in disbelieve, I watched as her body 
leaped into those all-too-familiar paroxysms of climax. 
And while she was normally rather quiet (something that 
happens after you have kids), she was now quite vocal 
as her body swayed spasmodically from side to side, her 
beautiful blonde hair sprawling as she shook her head 
with the orgasm. 

Once she had finished, her body slumped forward onto 
the counter, and Marcus bent down to kiss on the 
shoulders, on her neck, which she loves, and finally on 
her mouth, when she turned to look up at him. She 
smiled that smile that made me fall in love with her in 
the first place and said, "That was wonderful."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, nor what I was 
seeing. I felt strangely inadequate as I crouched there 
by the wall -- and even more strangely aroused, though 
I wasn't erect. There was something touching in all of 
this, almost as if I had been allowed to see a side of 
my wife that she felt too shy to show me when the two 
of us were alone, and as I watched, I began to feel the 
anger and jealousy drifting away from my body, 
dissipating in thin air.

I was not prepared for what happened next. With a 
wicked smile, Marcus said to her, "Do you want to taste 
us?" 

Joanna just smiled, turned toward him, and crouched in 
front of him. 

Joanna and I had done this, and I in particular had 
always loved it. But since she had never enjoyed her 
own taste, we had not made it a part of our lovemaking. 
I wondered as I watched the mini-drama unfolding in the 
next room if this weren't the first time for them, if 
it weren't simply the experimental phase. I discovered 
later, when she showed me the video tapes, that I was 
wrong about that. 

She crouched before him, and Marcus turned to face her 
more fully. I got my first view of his cock. And I must 
say, the image startled me more than I was prepared 
for. Not only was his prick significantly thick, its 
hue was a kind of dark olive that, with Joanna's juices 
glistening on the shaft, shimmered in the afternoon 
light. I had to admit: it was a beautiful penis. 

For the next five minutes, I watched in a trance as my 
wife pleasured Marcus. I had watched her go down on me 
in the mirror many times, but this was an altogether 
different sight. For one, his penis was larger than 
mine and therefore a little intimidating for Joanna's 
small mouth; and for two, the color of his shaft 
presented an aesthetically wonderful contrast to her 
own pale skin. 

The image gave me an erection, I admit, for better or 
for worse.

Joanna did not devour his cock. Instead she fondled the 
impressive shaft with her hands and concentrated on 
tonguing his head. I had been at the receiving end of 
her wonderful manipulations to know why Marcus quickly 
got lost in ecstasy as she fellated him. 

His orgasm was quick and explosive, and I watched 
Joanna's eyes widen as it started. As she does with me, 
she let some of his seed spill so as not to choke, and 
the contrast of pure white against his lovely cock had 
me aching in my crotch. I decided then and there to 
leave before the scene turned dangerous.

Once I was in the bright, hot afternoon air, my mind 
tumbled into a train wreck of confusion. I did not know 
what would happen now, and worse, I could not 
understand the warmth and excitement their lovemaking 
had created inside me. Numb and dazed, I made it back 
to the car. On a whim, I tried to start it. Amazingly, 
the engine fired, and I found myself driving out of the 
neighborhood, making my way back to work, where I would 
spend the next several hours awash in a tempest of 
emotions. 

I felt betrayed, yes, but surely Joanna wasn't 
dissatisfied with me or the marriage. She had given no 
indication of either, and I knew her too well to read 
suspicion in her actions. I felt jealous, but like a 
typical male, I came to the erroneous conclusion that 
it was Marcus's cock that had endeared so much, that 
had made her put her marriage in jeopardy. And I felt 
surprisingly light, almost airy, having witnessed a 
scene that any voyeur would have been overjoyed to have 
witnessed. 

***

The following weeks came and went like beautiful 
clockwork. Nothing changed. Joanna and I continued to 
make love three-four times a week, and it was always 
passionate and various as it had always been. I did not 
attempt to trap her, to catch the two of them after 
that first time; something about that rubbed me the 
wrong way. 

Ultimately, seeing that their afternoon tryst had 
caused no discomfort in our relationship, I decided 
simply to wait for the right time to let her know that 
I had seen the two of them and that, though a little 
confused still, I was not angry or jealous about it. 
That was at least partially true.

When I finally told her, Joanna cried. But when I 
assured her that everything was okay as long as she 
wasn't going to leave me, she cheered up. I told her, 
essentially, that I couldn't bear for her to be unhappy 
with me and that, if she found pleasure in her new 
relationship, she should pursue it. Of course, I made 
sure that she understood I didn't want our son to 
suffer and I didn't want Marcus to become a fixture in 
our lives. 

As an afterthought, one night in the throes of passion 
I introduced Marcus's name (and his cock) into our 
little fantasy play. She grinned and made love to me 
with verve and purpose. It was a stand-out session for 
us. So good in fact that, while we were enjoying the 
afterglow, Joanna said, "If I tell you a secret, will 
you promise not to get angry with me?"

I assured her that I wouldn't.

"I have a couple of tapes I want to show you," she 
said. And when she saw a glint in my eye, she hopped 
out of bed naked to pop the first one in the VCR. As it 
whirred, I couldn't help but wonder what was coming 
next.

El Fin

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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