June 3, 2005
Game of Infidelity
I’ve been married to Lyndsay for 13 years. She is a brunette, fair complexion 35 year old. She is in great shape and still likes to have sex 1 or 2 times a week. I’ve always been a voyeur, in fact, I told her on our wedding night that I would love to see her with another guy. She did like every woman does and said I really didn’t mean it. Over the years she and I have been playing a game of “infidelity” I come home from work (I work a different shift than she does) and she will tell me how she has been naughty. Usually we end up having great sex and that’s about it. I get a great story and we both have great sex.
Lyndsay and I live in a neighborhood that has pretty big yards. The houses are separated by trees and bushes. We get that secluded feeling while still being in the suburbs. We know our neighbors pretty well and watch out for each other’s property. About two months ago Lyndsay started playing our game almost every day for 8 straight days. I wasn’t complaining and the sex was fantastic. In the past I had always asked her to make it real by leaving little hints but by not being overly obvious. Like leaving a condom in the trash can or a cigarette butt on the sidewalk (neither of us smoke) or some other small thing that would get my imagination going.
Lyndsay did better than any of my suggestions. I came home each night and found her exhausted and her vagina sopping wet. The KY Jelly was usually open and on the night stand. The first night of those great eight days, she really didn’t say much but moaned and acted like a minx in heat. For the next 7 days she got more vocal. She told me that her work had hired a consultant and he was going to be in town for 10 days and that she had gone to lunch with him, Jerry (her boss) and a few friends. Tony (the consultant) flirted with her constantly. After lunch he dropped by Lyndsay’s desk to ask for information on the business. He was very professional but there was something very different about the way he looked at Lyndsay. Lyndsay said it was like he saw her soul. I must admit lyndsay can tell a good story!
The next day, Lyndsay worked late. She had a deadline for a proposal and it needed to go out the next morning so she ended up staying until 7:00 PM to get it finished. She passed Tony in the parking lot and they talked for a while. He was carrying all kinds of files and she was sitting in her car. It became apparent that they were going to be talking a while so Tony put the files in the trunk of his Infiniti and then walked over to stand next to Lyndsay’s car. She told me that while she was looking up at him that she knew if he asked her she would sleep with him. Unfortunately, he didn’t and she came home and got herself ready for me. We screwed like strangers that night and it was great!
The next day Lyndsay was scheduled to talk with Tony about the marketing department’s responsibilities. It was nearly noon so they talked about it over lunch. Several people went and they all had a good time. Jason, Tony’s ride, left to go to an appointment with a client and Tony needed a ride. It was only a 10 minute drive so Lyndsay said she gave him a lift. On the way back to work she pulled the car over and without any preamble simply bent over, unzipped his pants and gave him a BJ. Lyndsay said that he didn’t say a word and just let her do like it was a normal part of his day.
That night he came over to our house and screwed Lyndsay for 2 hours. He left a half hour before I got home. Each night Lyndsay varied the story, she said that sometimes she would blow him on the way home and others times she waited until they were both home for her to be his “private whore.” She kept one part of her story the same each night. Each night her pussy was a mess. She said he refused to wear a condom and that she wouldn’t even try to make him.
The stories were great and the KY was a great touch. I was exhausted each night after screwing Lyndsay 2 or 3 times before going to bed. It was great and I was happier than a clam. I thought that maybe Lyndsay was thinking about doing this stuff for real but she kept telling me that it was all roleplay. Things have kind of settled down and we have been back to normal. We screw about 2 times a week on average and she will occasionally make up a story that will send me over the edge. Her stories always make me come like crazy.
Last week something wierd happened. Scott, our neighbor, asked me about my friends. “What do you mean Scott?” I asked him. Scott and I don’t normally talk too much because he’s a right-wing, religious conservative and I’m a liberal. But, we’ve always been civil toward each. The black man that was coming over those few days. I don’t know I guess it was about 7 weeks ago. Was he a real estate agent? You guys aren’t moving are you? I mean you’ve been good neighbors even if you do vote for the wrong people.”
Scott kept talking about our political views and how we ought to stay since the neighborhood is really picking up and getting to be a great place to live. He went on and on but all I could think was, “That must have been Tony.”
I asked Lyndsay if Tony was black and for a moment she looked genuinely scared. But, true to her form, she quickly got her composure back and said “he’s whatever color you want him to be!” She has never admitted anything and I never told her what Scott told me. I figure if it was real then great maybe she will do it again. If it wasn’t real and instead just a coincidence then I don’t want to prove it false.
Posted by: David
