MY Wife's Dark Secrets

Chapter 3

The Friday nightfall found me laying in wait, in our bed, with a matching pink bra and panty set, something I found buried in the recesses of my panties cabinet. I had been thinking about Amelia’s stupid plan the past few days and had swung from “not going to do it” to “tempting” to “why not?”

Jayden shuffled into the room. He wore a pair of old beltless dark-gray sharkskin slacks with holes in the butt and a white shirt speckled with yellow stains, the attire of a man who’s thirsty of firing up his computer and jerk off to curnuto porn.

Except now he stopped in his tracks and gazed at me. I was an apparition of sexualized wifeliness, a side of me he doesn’t get to descry all that often lately.

I lay on my side and patted the spot on the bed next to me.

“Come. Let’s talk. We never just talk anymore.”

He got into bed like an eager beaver and put his hand on my naked hip. He cozied up to me, a little too close, a little too fast.

“No, I can’t. Not tonight.”

“What? Why?” He practically whined.

I smiled full of yearning. “It’s that time of month.”

In truth it wasn’t that time of month. I just wanted him to keep his distance. I wanted to moderate things.

It almost felt like one of our many early dates in campus when I was deliberately taking things slow with Jayden.

Incidentally, I put my hand on his hard p***s and then started a discussion of Alycia’s sleep schedule and various plans to put her to sleep earlier in the evening so we could have more time together.

I could tell Jayden was getting bored. He was aroused. He wanted to lock himself in his closet office and take care of himself. My tight little body on display wasn’t making it any easier. But Jayden was so polite. He persevered another thirty minutes of tedious chinwag before I built up the audacity to initiate the topic about Amelia’s idea.

“By the way, babe, I had something bizarre happen on i********: the other day.”

“Oh? What?” He knitted his eyebrow. Jayden was a lawyer and always got interested in happenstances of weird things.

“Do you remember that guy in campus, Bikato Bokero?”

“Mmm, yeah. Amelia’s boyfriend. He played that sport where players are on horsebacks, which is almost similar to hockey but for rich people.”

“Polo. Yes, he plays it professionally now.”

“If I remember well, he wasn’t a particularly friendly dude.”

“He had the traits expectable for a guy born rich and handsome. So I guess he found me on i********: and sent me a follow request. Do you think I should accept his follow request? What do you think? Should I or shouldn’t I?”

“You don’t need to ask my permission for that,” he muttered.

“You don’t you think it’s weird having your wife out there on i********: being followed by an old campus flame?”

“An old campus flame?” Jayden was baffled. “But he was dating Amelia, not you.”

I just stared at my husband for a while. This was it. Could I pull this off?

“Well, I guess we did tell you that, didn’t we!” I tittered.

“What are you saying?”

I kept quiet and watched the shadow of doubt cover his face. I glimpsed back down at his growing erection under those stained sharkskin slacks and tapped it gently.

“I guess you should know. Bikato was dating Amelia first. Then it kind of became the both of us.”

I looked up at Jayden with big eyes that said don’t be mad at me and watched him closely as he recalled back, replaying campus in his mind.

Amelia and I had attended Copperbelt university in Zambia, which was at that time a prestigious all girl campus. Boys were only allowed to visit on weekends and Jayden would come as frequently as he could manage. He was seven hours away at Mulungushi. Bikato on the other hand was a Northrise man, a co-ed university located nearby.

Jayden perhaps ran into Bikato every single time he made the trip. Though I had made poor Jayden wait until marriage before having me completely, Amelia and Bikato were obviously hitting it from day one. Those two exiled us from the room many times we called it sexile. It became our little joke.

“It was fourth year of campus, love, don’t judge me.” I pouted as I pulled the hem of his sharkskin slacks down. “Amelia and I decided to not be so uptight about things. Especially in that final semester of campus, we just wanted to have fun before it was all over.”

“Really?” Jayden was truly astonished.

“You mad at me, right?” I winced, in a saccharine way.

Jayden gulped. He appeared a little uneasy and embarrassed, even as I walked my fingers up his rock hard d**k.

“I’m just trying to picture it. When did this happen? I was like there almost every weekend.”

“But you weren’t there every weekend, hun. And, well, sometimes we would visit him during the week. You’re not angry, are you? This is a past story.”

Jayden was ashen-faced. “You visited him during the week? Together?”

“Mmm hmm,” I muttered modestly.

“What did you guys do? Just show up in his hostel room? And… do what?”

“Like what do you mean?” I asked all untainted. There was pre-ejaculate on the tip of his d**k. I gently wiped it away.

“Like did you and Amelia do threesomes with him?”

Ah, so there was that threesome thing. I snaked the base of Jayden’s p***s with my index finger and slowly pressed up the length of his shaft while trying to pretend to recall.

“Umm, I guess maybe once or twice, maybe a few times. Special occasions only. Like celebrating a win for his polo team or just blowing off steam after the stress of mid-semester exams. But mainly we momentarily shared a booty call. If Amelia was busy, then I’d make myself available. It took both of us. He had quite the appetite…”

I became fascinated by Jayden’s erection. He was exploding. Was he picturing me doing those filthy things? In campus I would frequently lie in bed with Jayden, entice him, whole afternoons of foreplay. I kind of tortured him and I had totally forgotten how exciting it had always been!

“My goodness babe, your d**k is the hardest I ever felt it. Are you aroused by all this?”

“How many times did you and Bikato do it?”

Tricky hubby, trying to brush away my question by asking a question of his own. Ideal lawyer move. Well, two could play that game, I thought as I solidly increased the speed of my hand job.

“Does the number of times we did it change the decision as to whether I should accept his follow request or not?”

I eyed deep into Jayden’s eyes. His pupils danced around, looking into mine. He was a deer in headlamps. Jayden shook his head and nodded it. He was dazed and hopeless.

I bit my lower lip and bid conclusively, “I guess we did it many times.” Then shrugged, “But the s*x was meaningless, babe. It was very dirty, filthy, selfish s*x. The sort of s*x that didn’t leave me feeling good about myself. I did always come back for more so I guess I liked it. Wow, you are really rock-hard hubby! What am I doing different?”

“I thought you didn’t like him,” Jayden whimpered, his d**k pulsing.

“I didn’t.” Then I jerked up once on my husband’s shaft and whispered hotly into his ear, “But I loved his elephantic cock.”

Jayden exploded. The first shot landed on the pillow over his head. The second hit him on his chin. I squealed and pulled my hand away. His d**k kept going like a dropped garden hose spraying in every direction.

“Wow. Well I guess that’s a yes, then. I’ll accept his follow request and also follow him back.”

*

Safe in my car, driving to work, I phoned Amelia.

“Sooo how did he like it?”

“A little too much, as a matter of fact.”

Her strips of laughter pervaded my car. I just shook my head in astonishment. Actually, it startled me just how enthused Jayden became by that appaling story. He wasn’t even mad about it this morning. Conversely, he got up early and made everyone breakfast. If nothing else, this little adventure was getting us to eat better!

“But we have a challenge,” I observed.

“Jayden is going to check my i********: account and he’s going to be looking for a follow request from Bikato.”

Truth be told,I never had a ‘slut phase’ in campus. I’ve always been The Good Girl, the one with ‘a good head on her shoulders’ as my dad always said.

Meeting Amelia in campus was my first Bad Girl friend. She aided as my window into the wild side but I never had courage to enlarge that window into a doorway.

“Not to worry,” Amelia said over Bluetooth. “I’ll get Bikato to i********: follow you.”

“Oy. Do I even want to know what you’ll say to get him to do that?”

It was bad enough that Amelia knew about any of this very personal stuff and now, suddenly, some moronic dickhead from our campus days that I hardly knew was going to learn about my husband’s cornuto fantasies? Go get her, Bikato! - I could just imagine Amelia typing - Her husband surely wants you to f**k her! It wasn’t sane. But then I probably would never see this guy in the flesh ever again so what did it really matter?

“I have another idea,” Amelia proclaimed.

“Geez, Amelia! Where in hell are you getting all these ideas?”

“Mmm, let’s just say I did some internetting on the topic of cornuto husbands. There are some great advice articles out there for women. Wild Women is a marvelous website with everything concerning the ways to tease a man and also on training to be obedient to a cuckold husband. There are a lot of great notions about this.”

“Amelia! I can’t believe you are doing homework on this.”

“I really like number nineteen but I don’t think you’re ready for that one yet.”

I concentrated on driving, even though the suburban road in front of me was wide and smooth. This was insane. But then again, yesterday night was incredible. It was undoubtably a stride towards the right direction as for their s*x lives. But it also was a step on a voyage with an unknown destination. Did I really want to hear Amelia’s ideas?

“What’s number nineteen?”