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I wake up around 8:00 am. I reach across the bed to take Sarah into my arms. I can’t feel her. I run my hand over the cold bed sheet. Where her taught body should be, opening my eyes in the dim light, as I realize that she is not there. It’s not unusual for her to rise before me. Although I usually get a hug and a kiss. I get up and sleepily, pull on some shorts and a t shirt,go to the bathroom, still half asleep and, after washing, I make my way down stairs. The k**s are sat watching TV in the living room. I ask Brendon: ‘Where’s mum?’ ‘Dunno… I thought she was still in bed with you.’ I… Weiterlesen

I’ve become more and more paranoid that there is something going on. Our sex life has taken a real dive now. We rarely have sex and when we do Sarah is clearly not into it. She just wants it over with as quickly as possible. She is messaging a lot more than usual. She is out a lot at odd times. To run, or to walk with a friend. I never see these friends. Sometimes after returning, she is flushed, red faced, and elated. She will schedule a time for a run, or walk, and then change it, and change it again, or even cancel it. When they are cancelled her moods are appalling. I tell myself that… Weiterlesen

Suddenly Sarah is running a lot. She’s always run occasionally, maybe 3 to 4 times a month. But she'd not been running at all through May and early June. Now since mid June she’s been out there two or three times a week. I’ve noticed that the scheduled times of the runs often change. On occasion she has even dressed in her running gear, first thing in the morning, and worn it through the day. As if she knows that she’ll be going out running, but she doesn’t know when, and she needs to be ready to head out at any moment. One day she returned and took her leggings off in the porch. I can’t thin… Weiterlesen

Today is Friday. It’s nearly a fortnight since Katie’s ‘you really like…’ bombshell. Sarah is out of bed before me, as usual. Silhouetted naked, in the morning sunlight, she tells me that after she gets home from work, she is planning to do a workout, and then go out to meet her friend Karen. I ask her: ‘Where are you going to meet with Karen?’ ‘I don’t know yet. Why so you need to know?’ ‘I don’t need to know. I’m just interested.’ ‘God you’re like a Muslim husband!’ She moves closer to the edge of the bed. She slides two fingers over her pussy, parts the lips, pushes her crotch towards… Weiterlesen

It’s a beautiful summer afternoon. This lock down is a pleasure here. The k**s have been playing in the garden in the sunshine. Sarah and I have been gardening and drinking wine. I love this family. I love this place. There are butterflies everywhere. A huge, pretty, red one lands on Sarah’s hair. She is as enchanting as the weather. She shines. She sparkles. They all do. We have dinner out in the garden. Everyone is happy and smiling. Chatting. Laughing. The k**s talk exuberantly about flying their kite out by the lake. Sarah took them out there again this morning. It sounds like they had a t… Weiterlesen

It’s been idyllic long weekend. On Friday I’d woken and she was already up and making those croissants. She had the day off work. I found her in the kitchen wearing some new ear rings that I gave her the day before. I told her how adorable she looked. Hugged and kissed her. She was looking really sexy in a short denim skirt. She had her anklet on. She took the k**s out for the day while I cleaned bathrooms, mopped floors, washed up, and changed the beds. In the evening I gave her my bank card to go and buy wine. She cooked a fantastic meal and we ate outside on the patio. After I washed up and… Weiterlesen

Our sex life has been good lately. The last time we had sex she’d said she wasn't up for it and just offered doggystyle. She never cums doggystyle. She just uses it, when she isn't in the mood. To get me off as quickly as possible so that she can get some sleep. I took it slow and gentle. I gradually got her worked up. I reached around and gently massaged her clitoris. I told some her dirty stuff. I said the kind of things that I sometimes say. ‘You have best ass in the world.’ ‘Your body is so tight.’ And then I said things that I never say. ‘I want to bury my cock deep in your ass.’ ‘I’m goi… Weiterlesen

Another lovely day. In the afternoon she takes the k**s climbing. I stay home and clean the house. I do all of the housework now. (As part of my strategy to increase her sex drive. Along with many other things, like the flowers, the chocolates, attentively listening, little romantic gifts and gestures, and much more.) It always worries me when she takes the k**s climbing. She lets them take on challenges that I wouldn’t, even if I was climbing with them, which she isn’t. She never seems concerned. They’ve yet to come to any harm. As ever I’m relieved that she’s brought them both back uns**the… Weiterlesen

In the morning she picks out the crotchless knickers that she asked me to buy her, she holds them up, smiling, and says: ‘I can’t wear these to work, can I?’ I say ‘I dare you.’ She laughs, takes off her bed knickers, and throws them at my face. ‘There you go! Don’t say I never give you anything.’ She goes about getting dressed. The knickers are still on my face. Christ she’s sexy. She’s built for sex. She doesn’t wear the crotchless knickers. Instead she chooses a really slutty red and black thong. I’ve been gradually buying her sluttier and sluttier knickers for nearly two years now. She… Weiterlesen

She wakes in my arms. She rests her head upon the right of my chest and tenderly stokes my left pectoral. Running her fingers gently over my nipple. I love waking with her. It’s literally better than sex. She talks about lock down and how lucky we are to have a beautiful garden and an area of outstanding beauty at the end of the road whilst some are trapped in city flats. Then she says ‘Think how lucky you are having me to have sex with.’ ‘Big yourself up why don’t you.’ I reply. I gaze into her eyes and smile as she looks coyly up at me. ‘I always count myself lucky to have you. In every res… Weiterlesen

She wakes in my arms. Holding her is magical. We fit together like two parts of a puzzle. There is no more heavenly place to be than laid here, with Sarah, with the warm morning sunlight streaming through the crack in the bedroom curtains. Locked together with her like this. Even first thing in the morning she’s beautiful. She doesn’t need make up. She never wears it. She looks so much younger than her 41 years. She blinks drowsily. I gaze into her saphire blue eyes and run my fingers through her blonde hair as it shimmers in the morning sunlight. ‘Get off me you!’ She looks upset. ‘What?’… Weiterlesen

In the evening she says she might go for a walk. I encourage her. After all we’ve been locked in all day. (One day in early lock down as we were having dinner, discussing lockdown, she had said: ‘What the fuck are people having affairs going to do?’ She'd then looked up at me smiling broadly. ‘That’s them stuffed isn’t it? How will they see each other?’ ‘I don’t see why.’ I had replied. ‘People are allowed out for exercise. They’ll just co-ordinate their daily exercise and meet up somewhere.’ I'd thought 'Boom! Get in! Talk about putting ideas into her head!' She’d looked back to her meal a… Weiterlesen

I have a meal out with the boys. Later, in bed, Sarah asks about my night. I tell her but I figure it best not to mention Steve. I’m still not sure that I want to encourage an interest in him. If she has one. Which she probably doesn’t. We’re laid spooning. It’s heavenly wrapped up with Sarah. Her slim body, her long sexy legs, her perfect ass locked into my midriff. She fits like a hand in glove. I finish talking and she’s quiet for a moment. I think she’s trailing off to sleep. Then she chirps ‘What about Stevie?’ The tone of her voice goes up a notch as she says his name. (We, the boys, do… Weiterlesen

Sarah and I got together twenty years ago. I was thirty. She was twenty. We had nothing. I lived hand to mouth just to climb. She worked pubs. I met her in a pub. We hit it off straight away. Love at first sight for her, so she says. A couple of days after we first met, I was leaving the pub that she worked in. She said ‘Where are you going?’ I said ‘Home. Where should I be going?’ ‘In my knickers.’ So that’s where I went. Somehow together we built a great life in climbing paradise. We’ve become models of middle class respectability. She’s left a reputation for promiscuity well behind her.… Weiterlesen

I started trying to do fortnightly date nights about a year ago. I put the k**s with relatives for the night. Sarah and I do something special. Tonight she just wants to go to the Cinema. I check out what movies are showing. There is nothing that I like the look of. There is nothing that I think Sarah will like. I show her the film schedule. She points out a gangster movie. (She’s not into gangster movies.) ‘Let’s watch that one. Look! Steve the mob boss!’ I’m a bit stunned. I was really excited after the Christmas party when it sounded like Steve had chatted her up for half the night but it… Weiterlesen

Sarah wore her anklet to the party. I told her that I love it when she wears it. She doesn’t know what it means. She’s aware of a connotation to swinging but she dismisses it. My heart was racing, back in the summer, when she asked me to buy it for her. I had half an erection taking it to the till. I’d already spent a year trying to slowly coax her into becoming a hotwife. Our sex life had improved, we were more loved up than ever. She was dressing sluttier. But aside from that I’d come to think this was just a game in my head. A game that wasn’t going anywhere. So to me the anklet felt like a… Weiterlesen