I remember well the date we first met Jason. It was Thursday, 10th November 2016, the day before Veteran’s Day, so that neither Claire nor I had to go to work the next day. Claire and I live in Lake Success and as Jason lived in Brooklyn, he suggested that we meet at a restaurant he knew in Queens.
Both Claire and I were incredibly nervous. For me, one of the most nerve-wracking and also exciting parts was watching Claire dress for the meeting. She’d chosen something that was ‘in the middle’, neither too conservative, nor too ‘slutty’. A mid-length skirt (just longer than a mini-skirt) with a leopard skin-type pattern and a lacy border and a tight-fitting black top. The top was just right as it allowed a hint of her white bra to show through, as well as showing all of the flesh above Claire’s big 36C boobs and my wife’s bare arms.
Claire was quiet all the way to the restaurant. I guess the enormity of what we were doing, together with her nerves, combining to strangle all talk. For my part, I was equally nervous at the thought of what we were about to do.
Despite his bad boy looks, Jason was the perfect gentleman in terms of arriving before Claire and I, and just like a gentleman, he stood up as he spotted Claire and me as we walked across to the table. He gave Claire a chaste and very proper kiss on the cheek and then a slightly warmer hug, but nothing improper, and then shook my hand.
Despite the bad boy looks and facial tattoos he behaved like a perfect gentleman and was funny and charming. As we talked, and also helped by the wine, both Claire and I relaxed.
The conversation was the type you’d hear any day of the week in any restaurant like this when friends meet up. We talked about our family and his family, about our jobs, about sports, about anything and everything. Except why we were here!
And I think Claire and I were grateful for this. It allowed us to size Jason up and form some kind of bond with him.
As we relaxed as Jason told his stories and talked about his car business and his life, it was soon clear that Claire was entranced, barely able to tear her eyes off him. She’d laugh at his jokes, stare into his eyes as he talked. All the signs were there, and I was both insanely jealous but also equally excited at the same time, as I saw the chemistry and animalistic attraction between Claire and Jason.
And the feeling was obviously mutual, as I saw the way that Jason looked into Claire’s eyes and took in her womanly figure and full, shapely breasts encased in her white bra.
Jason was a real charmer. When he wasn’t telling funny stories at which Claire invariably laughed, he’d charm Claire by asking her lots of questions about her and her life, listening attentively as Claire talked. When Jason had to go the bathroom at one point, I saw the lust-filled way that Claire’s eyes followed his muscular six-foot, five-inch frame as he strode through the tables as if he owned the place. Claire was unaware of how she was gazing at him and I decided not to say anything.
The food was great, but as the meal went on I began to feel like a bit of a spare part, as Jason and Claire seemed so wrapped up in each other. (Claire later apologized for this, admitting that she’d been totally besotted and captivated by the handsome and charming who we were there to meet as a potential future partner for her.)
It was only around 9 p.m. when we’d finished coffee and liquors, and Jason suggested that as it was still early there was a great club nearby that he knew that we could head to as tomorrow was a public holiday and none of us had to work.
“Neil, honey, what do you think? We don’t have to work or get up early tomorrow!” Claire suggested, the shakiness of her voice betraying her excitement.
And if I’d had any doubts about what answer she wanted from me, the way that Claire looked at me made it clear that my wife of many years wanted me to say yes. So that we could go to this place Jason was suggesting and Claire could continue the evening and spend more time with Jason.
My feelings were all the over the place. I’d felt increasingly awkward as the evening had progressed and Claire had been so obviously into Jason that I’d ended up feeling almost invisible to the two of them. Yet, I was also insanely turned on, just as I felt incredibly jealous and humiliated by the way they were focused on each other.
Part of me wanted to drag Claire home, but part of me wanted this exciting yet painful evening to continue, rather than come to a premature ending. In the end my conflicted emotions took second place to my wanting to avoid embarrassment. Seeing how keen Claire was so in favor of the evening continuing, I knew I really had little choice.
“Sure honey, that sounds great!” I finally replied although a big part of me was thinking exactly the opposite.
Jason insisted on paying the bill, and as we started to leave Jason turned to me.
“Neil, I hope you don’t mind me asking, but as it’s just a short walk to the club, would you be okay if I took Claire’s arm as we walk over there?”
Despite asking me in this very proper and polite way, there was something mildly menacing and intimidating in Jason’s voice, as if he was almost daring me to say no! I briefly looked at Claire. Her cheeks were flushed with what I’m pretty sure was excitement and I felt unable to say anything but a simple ‘Sure’. My wife giggled as Jason smiled like a wolf and took Claire’s small hand in his massive black hand and placed it in the crook of his arm. To this day, I can still see Claire’s look of ‘little girl’ excitement as this muscular six-foot, five-inch guy gently led her by the arm towards the door.
Coming to this first meeting with Jason, Claire and I had only intended that this evening would be a ‘getting to know you’ evening. And that nothing much would happen, except we’d get to know Jason a bit and work out where we wanted to take things.
At least, that had been the plan!
But that plan took no account of how much Claire wanted Jason and how Jason took advantage of Claire’s desire for him to move things on at lightening pace. And the truth is that I was pretty much passive, looking on and watching with a whirlwind of emotions swirling around inside me as Jason and Claire grew closer and closer as the evening progressed.
It would be wrong to say that Jason seduced Claire because that would suggest that Claire was a passive ‘hunted’ prey or some such. But the truth is that my beautiful forty-three-year-old wife Claire was an eager participant in the evening’s events as they unwound. As this muscular six-foot, five-inch black man ten years her junior pulled Claire away from me bit by bit during the evening. Until there was only one logical destination, and he took Claire to his bed, which was something way beyond what Claire and I had planned for the evening.
Jason’s ‘pulling away’ of Claire had started with that simple gesture of taking Claire’s arm as we left the restaurant. And as Claire and Jason walked arm in arm towards the door, I felt myself color up as several guests and restaurant staff looked at me with a variety of expressions. I’m sure they were wondering why my pretty wife had entered the restaurant on my arm. but was now leaving on the arm of the muscular black man who towered over me by nearly a foot.
My embarrassment and sense of exclusion continued as Claire and her masculine black friend walked ahead of me, the sounds of their laughter and conversation playing on my feelings of exclusion as they walked at a speed and in a way that wasn’t designed to let me walk with them, but rather to get me to walk behind them.
When we got to the club, Jason made sure that I had no chance to be alone with Claire to talk to her as he gave me a fifty and asked me to get the drinks while he took Claire to get a table.
When I finally found the table and brought the drinks, I saw that Jason and Claire were sat on one side of the booth, the other side being empty, and the message being clear!
I’d barely sat down than Jason smiled at me in a way that suggested I shouldn’t challenge him and told me, “Hey Neil, Claire and I are going to dance for a bit. When we were chatting before, she told me how much she loves to dance.”
This last comment seemed not intended as a justification, but rather to remind me that he and my wife had plenty of time talking before this evening.
If Jason had started pulling Claire away from me, the other ‘pull’ going on was the addictive pull of what I can only describe as the drug of watching Claire with another man. As my beautiful wife Claire danced with this muscular black guy ten years her junior and towering above her, I couldn’t tear my eyes off them.
The way that my soulmate and best friend for these last twenty-four years looked up adoringly into the eyes of another man. A man more masculine and virile than me and sixteen years younger than me. The way she looked at him was a painful but intoxicating drug to me.
And describing this as painful doesn’t begin to adequately get cross the level of angst and heartache I was feeling. Although Claire and I had agreed to this thing, and I’d been the one who’d gently rejected her offer to cancel, I was the one who now felt close to tears as I saw the way that Claire looked into Jason’s face. My wife’s expression shouted out how much she wanted this man. And all the time they danced, not once did Claire look across at me, to see how I was or acknowledge my presence. No, she danced, her pale white arms locked adorningly around Jason’s muscular black neck, gazing up at him.
From the look on Claire’s face, I knew that it wouldn’t be long before she and Jason would kiss. And when Jason bent his head to kiss Claire, there was no hesitation on Claire’s part, her mouth opened as they kissed hungrily. Jason’s large dark hands were cupping Claire’s shapely ass as they kissed passionately for several minutes, Claire’s arms still locked possessively around Jason’s neck.
I don’t know how to describe my feelings as I watched. At the time I was convinced that I was watching the end of my marriage, seeing the way that Claire was so hungry for Jason, seeing how she was ignoring me and had broken our plans for the evening without any discussion.
And as I said, I was on the point of tears, adrenalin pumping through my body as I sat there shaking as I watched their coupling. I was full of jealousy and feelings of humiliation, watching my wife of twenty-plus years so hungry for a man other than me. But at the same time, my cock was harder than it had been in many years. And however much it hurt, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from them.
Claire and Jason danced and made out like this for what seemed an age before I saw Claire unlock her arms from around Jason’s neck and give him a gentle kiss before taking his hand and leading him back to our booth.
As Claire reached the table, still holding Jason’s hand, she smiled lovingly at me. “Neil, baby, I want to go back with Jason to his condo.”
There was something in Claire’s expression that set off alarm bells. Alarm bells that she was going to Jason’s place, but that I wasn’t invited.
With this fear in my mind, I blurted out, “Am I invited?”
There was a pitying look on Claire’s face as she reached down to tenderly stroke my cheek and told me, “Not this time, baby. Maybe next time.”
The fact that this was all said as a statement, not a request, or a question for discussion, shocked me. But when I replayed events later, I also realized that Claire’s gentle assertiveness also excited me. It played to a part of my personality that was at the core of my acceptance of this whole situation.
And for the first time in a long time, I saw a look of kindness on Jason’s face as his fingers intertwined with Claire’s and he looked at me, “Thanks, Neil, man. I promise you it will all be alright and that I’ll take good care of Claire. I’ll make sure she gets home okay tomorrow.”
My instincts told me that he’d meant all of this in a genuine and reassuring way, but Jason’s last words about making sure that Claire got home okay ‘tomorrow’ sent a 10,000-volt surge through my brain!
He and Claire intended to spend the night together, without me, and my beautiful wife seemed happy and contented at the prospect! I wanted to say something. Despite my diamond hard cock, I wanted to scream out ‘STOP!!’
But as I’d been for the last hour plus, I remained passive and a ‘taker’ not a ‘setter’ as Claire bent down to give me a gentle kiss on the lips. The parting knife in the gut came, as my sweet wife told me simply, “I love you, Neil, honey. I’ll see you in the morning.”
And with that, Claire gave me a final tender look of pity mixed with love and left the club hand in hand with the man who was about to become her lover.
The next hour so was probably the most painful and traumatic hour of my life. Once Claire and Jason had disappeared out of the club hand in hand, I sat there shell-shocked. And this time, I wasn’t at the point of tears, I was a grown man crying, crying in a public place. Tears rolled down my cheeks, as I sobbed like a baby, convinced that this stupid game we were playing had in one night destroyed over twenty years of our love and marriage.
I looked so bereft and shell-shocked that one of the bar staff and one of the security staff checked to see if I was okay. It must have been a good half an hour before my tears ceased and I was able to even think of what to do next.
At this point, that little voice of self-preservation started kicking in at the back of my brain. It told me that even though Claire had left me to spend the night with Jason, something we’d not planned or agreed, that this was just a physical thing driven by my wife’s obvious physical attraction to Jason. My comfort came from the little voice telling me that this was just a temporary thing driven by physical desire and lust, and that what Claire and I had was something far deeper and more substantial, based on deep love.
This little voice and these thoughts provided the lifeline that I so desperately needed as I sat alone in that club, having been deserted by Claire and the guy from the web ad.
I’d steadied my emotions enough to be thinking about what to do next (another drink or head home) when suddenly, I felt my phone vibrate with an incoming call.
My instincts told me this would be Claire, and this immediately had me brighten up at the prospect of any contact and reassurance from my wife. But as I pulled my phone from my pocket I saw an unfamiliar number. As I hit the green ‘receive’ icon, the screen burst to life with a facetime call.
The picture showed Claire’s naked body lying prone on a bed, her full breasts rising and falling with her steady breathing as her beautiful face looked hungrily towards the black figure walking away from the camera towards the bed. In an instant, I knew what was happening, Jason was going to get me to watch as he took Claire for the first time.
Just as, despite the pain, I’d been unable to stop myself watching them dancing and kissing earlier, so I knew I’d be unable to stop myself watching their lovemaking.
Luckily, the booth that Jason had selected was in a dark and private part of the club, and so with my ever-present blue tooth headset connected, I was able to watch and listen without being overseen or heard by other patrons of the club.
The first thing that struck me was the look of desire and need in Claire’s face as she looked at the tall and muscular black figure of Jason as he walked away from the camera towards the bed. I could only see his back at this point, but the way that Claire’s gaze followed him spoke volumes, as she looked at him with hooded eyes.
I only saw Jason’s cock as he took up position next to my wife on the bed, and with a lump in my throat, I saw for the first time just how big his ‘nearly ten inches’ really was as Claire’s dainty hand reached out to touch him.
As I watched them make explore each other’s bodies and make love for the next hour or so. I was in hell, my tears returned, but my cock stayed obstinately and embarrassingly hard.
The images and sounds from that next hour will be etched into my brain for the rest of my life.
The image of Claire’s hand hesitantly reaching out to touch and hold Jason’s huge black cock. The look of fascination and want unmistakable in my beautiful wife’s face. The look of tenderness and emotional connection as, having weighed and stroked his huge manhood, Claire smiled at her black lover and lowered her head to taste his manhood, her ring finger glinting as my wife’s hand cupped and held Jason’s big balls or massaged his huge shaft.
The way that Claire and Jason kissed as they looked into each other’s faces and explored each other’s bodies with Jason’s large black hand cupping Claire beautiful big breasts as his other hand tenderly caressed her face. The way Claire responded to him, enjoying her muscular lover’s touch and caresses. The look of invitation and need as Claire kissed Jason softly then lowered her body down and spread her legs to make herself available for the thirty-three-year-old black man who was about to become her lover.
The symbolism and pain as I saw the way Claire smiled up at Jason as he responded to her invitation and took up position between her splayed thighs and then took hold of himself as he lowered his muscular black ass and positioned his huge penis at the entrance to my wife’s body.
The way the lovers looked at each other as Claire bit her lip as she took the first few inches of Jason’s huge black cock, and the way that this look of pain and discomfort turned to pleasure and ecstasy as my wife adjusted to Jason’s immense size as her vulva stretched to accept his cockhead before he pushed deep into parts of Claire’s body that had never experienced a man before.
The look of deep feminine contentment and satisfaction as, after several patient minutes, while Jason gave her more and more of his ten-inch cock, he was finally fully embedded in Claire’s body and their bodies nestled next to each other in the ultimate intimacy.
All of these sights I’ll never forget, as in a state of torment and confusion I was the moth, unable to resist the lamp, but knowing that the lamp would hurt and might ultimately destroy me.
If these sights will never leave me until the day I die. The sounds from the lovers were equally imprinted on my brain during the next hour as Claire made love with this young black giant.
I listened at first to the moans and sighs of pleasure from my wife as she encouraged her lover, telling Jason how wonderful he felt deep inside her body. And then these moans and sighs of contentment turned to squeals and sobs as Claire climaxed several times on Jason’s thick ten-inch cock.
And the ultimate picture that will go with to my grave was the look on Claire’s face when she responded to Jason’s question, telling him that she didn’t want him to pull out, she wanted him to cum inside her.
As I heard these words, my feelings of loss, bewilderment and excitement hit new depths as I realized this was the ultimate act of Claire giving herself to this new man in her life. As we’d not planned this and I’d had the snip many years ago, Claire was unprotected and knew it. But she didn’t care, she wanted to receive Jason’s virile seed deep in her body, despite the risks and possible consequences.
I’d thought that watching Claire give herself so completely to Jason, and watching the way that Jason took her with his huge manhood was the ultimate low and high. But I was wrong. Because, despite how intense and painful this had been to watch, watching the intimate closeness between the couple as they came down from their sexual high and cuddled and exchanged sweet nothings seemed far worse.
My desperate brain could rationalize the way Claire gave herself to Jason earlier. The act of a female giving herself to a virile and better-endowed male. A biological, not emotional act. But watching them gazing into each other’s eyes as they shared the closeness and the moment was something else. This was an emotional act, an emotional betrayal, which seemed many times more painful and significant.
And as I listened in with strained hearing to their quiet and smiled conversation, I cried gently to myself, my erection now disappeared with the change in mood and act.
Claire spoke first, telling Jason how wonderful it had been.
Her six-foot, five-inch tattooed black lover smiled in a gentle and tender way that surprised me, asking my wife, “I’m glad you enjoyed it Claire. How was it compared to what you imagined it would be like?”
The smile on Claire’s face increased a notch or two, “It was amazing Jason honey, far better even than I imagined.”
Jason’s smile matched Claire’s as he took in her words, “I’m so glad Claire. I’m just a bit sad that you and Neil can’t enjoy it like that every day.”
Thinking back later, I realized how clever Jason’s choice of words was, in one go being empathetic and kind, yet also putting me down and inviting Claire to confirm his unflattering comparison between her new man and me. And, much to my humiliation and embarrassment, Claire responded honestly and naturally, taking Jason’s carefully offered bait.
Unaware that I was listening and watching, a sad look suddenly appeared on Claire’s face, “I know Jason, but I love Neil, and not every man can be blessed like you. I love Neil and our lovemaking’s really nice.”
The expression ‘damned by faint praise’ was invented for just this moment, as I felt a fresh wave of fear and pain as Claire’s use of the word ‘nice’ to describe our lovemaking echoed round my brain.
With the lovers still gazing into each other’s eyes, the mood suddenly changed as Jason’s look of mock empathy morphed into his familiar predatory and wolfish smile, “So, Claire baby, is my lovemaking ‘nice’ like Neil’s?”
I felt myself blush as my embarrassment rose as Claire giggled and playfully replied, “Yes, Mister Jason, your lovemaking is ‘nice’, it’s ‘very nice’!”
The playful banter continued between them. Jason: “I’m glad to hear it, Miss Claire! Tell me, have any of your previous lovers been as ‘nice’ as that?”
Cue another light giggle from Claire, “Why, no, Jason. To be honest, your lovemaking is the ‘nicest’.”
“The nicest ever?”
Cue smile and giggle from Claire, “Yes, my insecure darling, the nicest ever!”
Jason face had it’s customary rakish and wolfish grin as he pushed, “Even nicer than the man who’s given you two wonderful daughters?”
I got the feeling this was the place that Jason had been guiding the conversation these last few minutes, getting Claire to explicitly say that she enjoyed his lovemaking more than mine. And I held breath as I waited for Claire’s reply to Jason’s question.
Claire smiled softly. “Yes, lover – even ‘nicer’ than the man who’s given me two children!”
This was what Jason had been waiting to hear, and he playfully rolled Claire over from her position propped up on one elbow looking at him so that my wife was now lying underneath Jason on her back, with Jason supporting his weight above her, his handsome tattooed face just a few inches above Claire’s smiling face.
Grinning at Claire, he replied, “That’s the right answer, baby, and now you can have your prize,” as he started rubbing his newly erect manhood up and down Claire’s lovelips.
Claire let out a long, low “mmmmm” of satisfied desire as she felt the huge glans of Jason’s cock stimulate her clit and lovelips. Jason continued like this, running himself up and down the entrance to my wife’s body, teasing her, as she wriggled her hips and pushed upwards to try and capture her lover’s huge cock once again.
As Jason continued teasing her, Claire’s need was rapidly growing. “Please honey, please Jason, I need to feel you inside me again.”
Jason grinned, and lowered his muscular black ass just a little so that Claire received the first couple of inches of his huge dick. Claire tried to push her hips upwards to capture more of Jason, but he placed a large black hand gently but firmly on my wife’s flat tummy so that she could only enjoy the first couple of inches of his manhood.
Then with a big grin, he looked down at Claire, “Tell me again, Claire honey, who’s cock is it that you prefer, mine or Neil’s?”
Despite all that had gone before, I held my breath as I waited to hear what Claire would say. While the conversation before had been cloaked in playfulness, Claire knew this was a more serious conversation, I guess instinctively recognizing that Jason was trying to get her to cross some kind of emotional watershed, admitting that she preferred him over me.
Claire paused, aware of the significance of the moment, and again Jason surprised me by his sensitivity and emotional intelligence. He leant down to kiss Claire softly, and then with one smooth, deep stroke, stopped teasing Claire and gave her all ten inches that she’d been seeking. Claire moaned in satisfied fulfillment, all the time her eyes locked on the dark brown eyes of Jason, her new lover.
As Jason’s expression softened into a tender and loving one, he spoke seriously but gently to Claire. “It’s important Claire, trust me, it’s important that you’re honest with yourself and with Neil. I know you love Neil, but you have to be honest with yourself and him, tell yourself the truth, Claire. Whose lovemaking is it that you want more after what we’ve shared tonight.”
Claire looked up at the handsome six-foot, five-inch black man supporting his weight above her submissive white body, and I think this was a moment of incredible significance when Claire took another big step down the path of giving herself to Jason.
Claire’s words were incredibly prophetic, and if I had even a tiny doubt about whether or not she knew I was watching, that doubt was smashed into a million pieces in the next moments.
Gazing up at the new man in her life, Claire finally answered his question, “It’s not easy to admit, Jason. Neil and I have been together since we were nineteen. He’s my husband and my everything, and he’d die if he heard me say it, but yes, you’re right, it’s your lovemaking that I want more.”
I felt my world was collapsing as I heard these soul-destroying words come from the mouth of the woman who was the other half of me, who completed me and shared my life – my all.
A couple of times already I’d thought things couldn’t get any worse and then reached a new low of pain and despair. I thought it couldn’t get any worse, but now that Claire had admitted it, it was like a dam had burst, as she shared openly with Jason and unburdened herself.
Looking up tenderly at her handsome six-foot, five-inch black lover, Claire continued, “I love Neil with all my heart, Jason, but I love the way you make me feel. I love the masculinity of your big, muscled body, all the tattoos. The way you go so deep in me, the way your thick cock stretches my pussy out. The smell of you and submission to your strong, big body.”
Claire had unburdened herself. That moment was special between Jason and Claire.
(Looking back now, I realize the significance of that moment in what was to happen in the coming weeks and months. I didn’t think it at the time, but in the coming days when I reflected on these events, the clinical, dispassionate part of me marvels at how, after just a few days of calls and internet flirting and one night of intimacy, Jason was able to make such an impression on my wife. But whenever I think this, I also think back to how Jason was so obviously ‘top of Claire’s list of five’, and how even then, even before they met, how she looked flushed and excited when they spoke or whenever she’d talk about him. But these thoughts weren’t part of that night, they were to become clearer to me in the coming days and weeks.)
As Jason listened to Claire’s confession of how she felt about him, he smiled softly. “Claire baby, I’m not going to lie to you. I’ve known quite a few ladies, but this is special to me, You’re special to me, I’m so glad that you and Neil decided to open up your marriage, and I want this to be just the first of many magical days and nights we spend together, Claire honey.”
I didn’t know if these were the words of an experienced and smooth lothario, blowing seductive smoke, and seducing my wife as he’d seduced a hundred women before. A big part of me hoped that this was Jason just blowing smoke. But my instincts and fears told me something different. I knew that Claire was a beautiful and wonderful woman, and even though she was ten years older than Jason, my guess was that such a gap didn’t matter at all to either of them.
With Jason’s words about how special Claire was to him, different to his other women, hanging between them in the air, the talking between Claire and Jason was over. And they showed their need and attraction to each other in a more physical way.
With Jason’s huge manhood resting deep and fully sheathed within my wife’s body, the two of them kissed, as Jason enjoyed stroking and teasing Claire’s big boobs. Their kissing was soft and tender at first, but the little soft, butterfly kisses soon gave way to passionate and urgent and needful open-mouthed kissing.
And then the inevitable up and down motion of Jason’s muscular ass rising and falling between Claire’s pale spread thighs started, causing my wife to lock her shapely legs tightly around the small of her lovers’ back to make sure no-one would steal away the man that she wanted to give her body to. And for the next hour or so, my bewildered pain and excitement continued as the lovers showed their need for each other and their mutual attraction, as they made love in a number of positions.
And the pictures and sounds that would forever be etched in my mind were a different set than those from the first time Claire and Jason made love. Different, but just as intense, haunting and exciting.
I honestly don’t know which was the worst or the best of the sights and sounds that came from their lovemaking. There are so many intense memories. The memory of the way the lovers kissed. The memory of the way that Jason stroked and cupped Claire’s full breasts which until tonight had been mine, but were now shared with a man whose loving-making I knew my wife preferred to mine.
I have so many memories from Claire and Jason’s second coupling. The way that Claire’s legs wrapped themselves around the muscular, tattooed back of her lover. The sight of Jason gently unhooking Claire’s ankles and raising her shapely legs fully all the way over his muscular shoulders, allowing them both to enjoy his even deeper access and penetration of Claire’s body. The sight of how Claire’s big boobs bounced and swung in time with her lover’s deep thrusts as Jason bent my wife over the end of the bed and took her doggy style with the loud ‘slap-slap’ of his thighs on Claire’s shapely ass.
And the way they finished in the classic missionary position, allowing them to kiss and hold each other, as Jason’s dark muscular body lay between my wife’s pale, spread thighs as once again, he drove his seed deeper into Claire’s body than I’d ever be able to.
And then, the painful calm as they kissed and cuddled, looking lovingly deep into each other’s eyes. And then before I realized what was happening, Jason was walking towards the camera and with a practiced hand, he’d ended the call without Claire realizing what he’d done.
And then I was left all alone. Alone in the club, suddenly excluded again from this strange and painful and intoxicating threesome. And I wondered what to do.
With the sights and sounds from Jason’s condo gone, I was back to the shell-shocked state that I’d been in when Claire and Jason had first left the club hand in hand.
Looking at my watch, the analytical part of my brain pieced together the timeline that had changed my life forever. It was my sad way of trying to impose some control, discipline and understanding on an evening that had spun out of control and taken us far further and deeper into this new life than either Claire and I had intended this first night of exploring.
At least, further and deeper than I had intended! It was a distressing and disturbing thought, but maybe Claire’s attraction to Jason had been such that this is how she’d intended the evening to end all along! I knew this was a difficult and painful conversation that we needed to have, as I needed to know the answer to this question.
As I sat alone in that booth in the club, I looked at my watch again and continued working out the timeline, stunned at just how quickly events had spun out of control. We’d met Jason at the restaurant just after 7 p.m. We’d finished dinner just after 9 p.m. and arrived at the club just a few minutes later after Jason and Claire’s arm in arm walk to the club.
Jason and Claire had danced and made-out for around an hour at the club before Claire had gently told me that they were going back to Jason’s condo and that I wasn’t invited to come with them this first time. Looking at my phone’s call log, I saw that Jason’s facetime call had started at 10:42 p.m. and had lasted all of two hours, finishing abruptly after Claire and Jason’s second lovemaking session at 00:51.
Sat alone by myself in the booth in this club that I’d never visited before, the thought struck me that in the six short hours from 7 p.m. to 1 a.m. Claire and my marriage had been changed forever. We’d intended this night to only be a ‘getting to know you’ night, but Claire’s desire for Jason had been so strong and his ability to use this so skillful that in six short hours, he’d seduced my wife, got her to agree to go alone back to his condo, and then taken her and pleasured her in ways that she’d never experienced before.
I didn’t know where my marriage was headed, but I knew it had changed forever.
To be continued …..
