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Diary of my affairs. Chapter 10 Part 1. Hubby okays me blowing co-worker. Surprised.
My husband Wayne used to be the jealous kind or at least I
thought so because every time I had a conversation with
another guy he wanted to know who he was, how I knew him and
what we were talking about. He seldom got upset, but the
questions sure did make me wonder. Except for fucking the
stripper in chapter 9, I’d been a faithful loving wife,
but wasn’t about to let Wayne know of my one and only unfaithful
night. Feeling ashamed I tried putting it out of my mind
and because of it I started leaving future bachelorette
parties early whether a stripper was coming or not.


One time shortly after our Dawson was born and before
Becky’s bachelorette party, Wayne pulled in the other
end of the bars parking lot and I was already there but didn’t
see him. As my luck would have it, he saw my car and came walking
up from behind when he caught me kissing a guy in my car just
as I was ready to leave and almost made a scene. Just being
a quick peck on the cheek to a guy named John who I went to school
with that just happened to show up at the bar, it upset me.
We were in my car because he offered to walk me out and as our
conversation kept going I was getting cold and offered
John to get in because I was freezing. I’m sure you’ve
all been in these kinds of conversations before where although
you feel sorry for the person, you say to yourself, ‘Why
me?’


John’s mother had recently passed away, and he was rambling
on and on about a few inheritance problems. He was just about
to get out of my car when Wayne knocked on my window, so I introduced
John to Wayne and John played it cool, but it took a little
convincing for Wayne.


MY HOW TIMES CHANGE!


If it happened today, Wayne would’ve hid behind my car
all night hoping to see my head disappear into John’s
lap long enough for a blow job or even more!


One night after being married a couple of years and before
I let my guard down fucking a stripper, our infant was
staying the night at my parent’s house. Wayne and I were
out of town about thirty miles from home just cruising around
when we passed a bar that seemed to be hopping and decided
to go in. No sooner than sitting down a waiter asked us in
a voice that should have tipped us off, what we’d have
and we ordered a couple of beers. The next thing we knew there
was an MC on stage followed by what was more like an all male
review putting on a play of some sort once the curtains opened.
As we watched their act all the guys soon had their shirts
off, and I noticed some of them were good looking and built.
I made the mistake of joking by saying, “I’ll take one
of those and one of those, ” meaning the guys on stage.



The waiter came back asking if we’d like another round
and before Wayne could answer I said, “Yes!”


Wayne started looking around and noticed some of what looked
like women were actually guys in drag and whispered, “We
need to get out of here.”


“If there was a bunch of women on stage half naked you wouldn’t
want to leave!” I talked him into staying until I finished
my drink because I was getting horny and wanted to see how
far the guys on stage would go. I’d never been to a stripper
bar, male or female, and besides, Wayne was with me. I never
wanted to go in one either, but seeing how I was already there
I was hoping to see more. All but one of the strippers I’d
seen at parties stopped stripping at a g-string except
for the one at Becky’s bachelorette party that fucked
me when Wayne and I had been married for about three years.



Anyway, the scene on stage ended with some of the guys wearing
only a g-string and the main character only wearing a sock
who turned around showing his bare ass as he walked off the
stage going behind the curtains. With the crowd applauding
the MC went on making some announcements just before the
curtain opened again. I was just about finished with my
second beer when Wayne said, “Let's go before we
get hit on or somebody recognizes us.”


However, I didn’t want to leave yet. I liked watching
the guys on stage even though it was apparent we were among
a bunch of gay guys and maybe even some lesbians. Watching
all those scantly dressed guys was making me hornier by
the second and I wanted to see a guy on stage strip totally
naked. Thinking quickly, and sure that Wayne wouldn’t
turn me down, I leaned over and whispered in his ear saying,
“If we stick around and I see one guy get naked I’ll blow
you and swallow on the way home.”


“Screw that, ” he said! “If we stick around for one
more minute I want your ass!” He always bugged me for anal,
but I never really cared for it and rarely give it up.


“Ok, ” I replied getting even hornier watching a few
more acts, but none of the guys went beyond a g-string or
a sock and we never got hit on.


“Where are you going, ” I asked as we got closer to home
with Wayne suddenly going the wrong way?


“Do you still want to see another guys cock?”


“What’s that supposed to mean?”


“I’ll give you your choice of going home and giving
up your ass like you promised or you can go in one of the glory
hole booths with me at the adult bookstore.” Remembering
him telling me what a glory hole was, I was thinking about
agreeing seeing how looking at another guy’s dick through
a hole was a lot better than taking an ass fucking. However,
before I gave him an answer he went on to say, “All you have
to do is go in a booth with me and wait until a cock pokes through
the hole so I can watch you jack it off or suck it or both.”



“I’m not going to suck some strangers dick or jack them
off!”


“I’ll buy some condoms before we go in then.”


“I’ll go in and look around, but I’m not going in a
booth.”


“It’s either a booth or your ass!”


“I guess it’s going to be my ass then, ” I said. He
still drove past the adult bookstore that I mentioned in
chapter 7 and then heading home I asked, “What happened
to the guy I married who got jealous whenever I so much as
talked to another guy?”


“I’d love to watch you have sex with another guy, not
date him!”


Naturally as soon as we got home Wayne wanted to collect
on my anal promise right away, but I got him to eat me off first
since his dick wasn’t going to be pleasing my pussy anytime
soon. When he collected on anal he started trying it doggy
style, but I kept jumping away, so he turned me over finally
getting it in missionary style with my legs on his shoulders.
I asked him to stop because it hurt and although he stopped
while we started talking, he was soon pushing at a snails
pace until he was balls deep and left it there. Holding my
ankles he caught me off guard asking, “While we were at
that bar and you said you’d take one of those and one of
those it just made me wonder if you’d like to fuck me and
another guy at the same time?”


“I was just joking, ” I replied. I’d seen pictures
of girls with more than one guy before in my old boyfriend
Donnie’s magazine that I mentioned in chapter 2 along
with a few scenes on Wayne’s porn flicks in chapter 7,
but I still hadn’t let him know I watched it. However,
blowing another guy, especially a total stranger through
a hole in the wall wasn’t something I was interested in.
Actually I just figured it was one of his crazy ideas, but
out of curiosity I asked, “Would you really let me go fuck
another guy?”


“As long as I get to watch, ” he answered. “Do you
have anybody in mind?”


“No, ” I answered being honest.


“Since we got married you’ve never thought about fucking
another guy?”


“No, ” I lied because I wasn’t going to tell him about
fucking the stripper! Then I played a little role reversal
with him. “Have you seen any girls since we got married
that you wouldn’t mind fucking?”


I knew I had him and he only replied asking, “Like who?”



“I don’t know a girl you saw at the grocery, or at a ball
game, or walking down the street, anywhere.”


“Yes, if you’re going to ask it that way.”


“Did you ever seriously pursue it?”


“No.”


“Well for your information girls are the same way. Just
because I’ve seen a few I wondered about, I never thought
about it seriously or pursued it.”


Finished with our questions he lowered himself nibbling
on my ear and said, “Wrap your legs around me if you know
you got a cock in your ass.”


I did and he started fucking me doing it slowly for a long
time until he was at the point of no return. Then, while getting
my ass drilled unmercifully knowing he was ready to cum
I couldn’t believe I was close to cumming too. I’d never
gotten off from an ass fucking before, and soon Wayne was
filling my ass with his cum. Feeling satisfied he pulled
out in what was a little too early for me.


“Another minute and I’d have gotten off from it too, ”
I said which pissed him off.


“Why didn’t you say anything?”


“I don’t know, I just thought you’d last a little
longer.”


“Dammit! I’d love to watch you cumming while I’m
fucking your ass!” We tried that position a few times
after that, but it would be quite a while before Wayne got
me off during anal.


About eight years later, or seven years since I fucked the
stripper, we’d been married about ten years, and although
Wayne still asked from time to time about who I fucked before
him, he seldom brought up another guy joining us. As far
as the who I’d fucked, I never told him anymore than what
I told him about my old boyfriend Joe. Seeming like Wayne
had my legs spread more than they’d been together, or
had me on my knees as opposed to standing, you might say I’d
gotten burned out on sex.


Unknown to me at the time Wayne had started keeping a diary
of our sex life, or lack of, a little more than a year ago on
a computer disc he kept hidden. Our sex life had slowed almost
to a halt at the time, and I admit it was mostly my fault because
there was no shortage of wanting to fuck on Wayne’s behalf.
I just wasn’t as interested in sex as much as I used to be.
He would still always make sure to do whatever it took to
make sure I got off by using oral, dildos, fingers or his
dick, but it just wasn’t the same anymore for me. As the
years passed it started taking me longer to get off, and
he was getting off faster. Maybe I’d gotten too used to
it? I would always be faking a headache or think of some other
reason not to fuck. We were still in love, but it caused a
lot of arguments between us and I started feeling depressed
knowing it was mostly my fault.


By the time all this happened I had a new job that I started
about two years ago and was only filling a few shifts at the
bar on my nights off from my second shift job. Taking all
of this from the disc of our sex life that Wayne was keeping
things were about to change. It all started when I came home
from work one Thursday night while Wayne was getting ready
for bed.


“You forgot to leave me any money for my dinner break.
I had to borrow $5.00 from my shift supervisor.” Even
though I had my own job I didn’t have my own money because
once Wayne got a promotion and started making enough money
for both of us with his day job we started putting my checks
directly in a savings account for our own retirement plan.
I could’ve taken one of the twenty-one hundred dollar
bills that Jane gave me almost seven years ago from Becky’s
bachelorette party, but not only didn’t I think of it,
nobody at work probably would have had change anyway. For
seven years now I still had every bit of it hidden because
I was afraid to tell Wayne how I got it.


Anyway, Wayne started asking a lot of the usual jealous
questions, and I told him my supervisors name was Ernie
who was handsome with an average build, still with a full
head of hair and around twenty years older than me at 52 years
old. Wayne wasn’t exactly a spring chicken himself being
46 at the time. As most coworkers do Ernie and I joked around,
but he was always being careful afraid of sexual harassment.



“Here’s money for lunch tomorrow, ” Wayne said
getting up to take some money out of his wallet. “And here’s
five dollars to pay Ernie back.”


“He won’t accept it, ” I replied.


“What do you mean he won’t accept it?”


“It's not the first time you forgot to leave me any
money, but whenever I try to pay him back he won’t accept
it.”


“So how much has he loaned you?”


“About $35.00 total.”


“Maybe you should just blow him, ” Wayne said. He was
kidding or at least I thought he was because it caught me
by surprise.


He didn’t expect me to smile, let alone my quick response
of, “Can I?” The difference right then was that I wasn’t
kidding although I’d never seriously thought about
cheating on him again until that moment.


“What?” He said with his eyes opening wide not expecting
that for my answer.


“Do you remember when you brought up a conversation and
asked if I ever thought about having sex with another guy, ”
I asked?


“Yes.”


“Well, Ernie would be one of those guys, but I never seriously
pursued it.”


“So if I say you can blow him you’ll do it, ” Wayne
asked?


“Can I, ” I asked again?


After a while of talking about it and convincing him nothing
ever happened between Ernie and me, I could tell the wheels
were turning in his head just before he said, “You can
blow him if you want, but first you’ll have to do a couple
of things for me before you offer him a blow job.”


“Like what, ” I asked?


“I want to take some pictures of you posing naked, and
I want some ass before you even offer to blow him!”


“I’m not letting you ass fuck me just to blow him!”



“Forget it then, ” Wayne said rolling over to go to
sleep.


Taking nude pictures of me posing was something he bugged
me about for years but I wouldn’t let him, and I never cared
for anal in the first place. Since he wasn’t facing my
way, I stripped off my clothes and crawled in bed naked with
him and started thinking.


I knew I could just go ahead and blow Ernie after work one
night without Wayne even knowing seeing how I’d only
be five or ten minutes late getting home. However I also
thought about what happened when I fucked the stripper,
and because of that I knew I’d be living with a guilt complex
all over again. Most of all I didn’t want to cheat on him
again and wasn’t about to, but I couldn’t get the thought
of him approving of me blowing Ernie out of my mind.


Talking myself into the fact that it was ok if Wayne agreed,
I scooted over behind him reaching around to grab his dick
and knowing he wasn’t asleep yet I asked, “If I agree
is there anything else I have to do?” The reason I asked
was because I knew him too well and figured there might be
more. ‘Better to ask first, ’ I said to myself before
asking.


Apparently he was laying there already thinking about
it before I even asked because he immediately turned over
and said, “You have to swallow his cum and then raise your
head up just long enough to ask how he liked it and then go
back and suck him off a second time!”


I knew I could spit it out and he’d never know, but I still
asked, “Do I have to swallow both times?”


“Yes and when you come home you have to do the same to me!”



Swallowing wasn’t my favorite thing to do either even
after being married ten years. In those ten years I could
count on one finger how many times I swallowed Wayne’s
cum twice in one day and if I did as he asked I would triple
it.


Still not agreeing, but being curious, I asked, “How
should I approach Ernie about it?”


Wayne turned over and finding out I was naked under the covers
he started fingering me and in-between kisses he said,
“I’ll leave you $35.00 in the morning to repay him with.
Then just wait until the right moment and offer him the money.
Make sure you’re right in front of him and if he won’t
accept it just sweep your hand across his crotch and ask
if he’d like to take it out in trade.” Still fingering
and kissing me he asked if Ernie was married, where we’d
do it, could we get caught and if I thought Ernie would accept.



I told him Ernie’s wife was miles from being anybody’s
dream girl and how we’d probably do it in my car in one of
the back areas of the parking lot that hadn’t been lit
up at night for quite a while and that I was sure he’d accept.






“Go for it, ” he said after answering his questions,
“But I want to hear all the details when you come home.”
After a while longer of getting fingered and kissing he
went on to add, “I also want you to take a little bag to work
with you that I’ll put some sexy lingerie in along with
lubes, Vaseline, anal ease and our digital camera with
the nude pictures I’m going to take of you. You have to
keep it on the front seat, and if he asks about the bag you
have to show him the contents including letting him see
your nude pictures while you blow him.”


Like I already mentioned, I figured Wayne would want more,
and he just added two things with me having to tell him about
blowing Ernie and the bag of stuff.


As always, thanks for reading, and don’t forget to vote,



Mary
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Please tell us all about blowing Ernie. When a husband gives
permission to his wife that is a big turn on for me. When i
was married my wife had my permission to have sex with other
men twice a week as long as she told me all about it when she
got home. The only limits i had on her was no more than three
times with the same guy other than that she could do anything
she wanted.

Waiting12325
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I enjoy seeing my wife fuck others I have seen her fuck both
my bosses while I watched. I let her have a boyfriend for
2.5 yrs before he moved away. He fucked her everymorning
before work, and every night before bed, with ne watching.
Also I got to suck all cocks involved Its a win/win

rm_diaryteller
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quote BethAnncd2:
Please tell us all about blowing Ernie. When a husband gives permission to his wife that is a big turn on for me. When i was married my wife had my permission to have sex with other men twice a week as long as she told me all about it when she got home. The only limits i had on her was no more than three times with the same guy other than that she could do anything she wanted.
Oh I will, but have you told your story on here? If so I'd
like to read about it for comparisons.


Mary

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I like your attitude and enjoy seeing you and your husband
enjoy your sex that is cumming with Ernie...

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Somehow parts 2 and 3 are listed as chaper 9 instead of 10.

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quote rm_diaryteller:
Somehow parts 2 and 3 are listed as chaper 9 instead of 10.
It's been fixed. They're listed as 10 now.

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