Large Lake Surprise Pt. 02

Please read Part 1 of this story before proceeding.

After sending the text message to Chris, I wondered if he would respond. In order for my plan to work he would need to.

Lauren had fallen asleep having been on the receiving end of back to back fucks.

I crawled in bed with her but placed her phone on the nightstand next to our bed. I laid awake thinking my plan could fix our marriage or end it.

I kept replaying the events of the night over and over in my head. It was me who suggested she fuck Chris, but it was her who basically cucked me and then later said Chris owned her pussy.

This was way outside the bounds of any of our shared experiences and it was time to get back in bounds.

Suddenly, her phone lit up. I quickly grabbed it and accessed her messages. It was a text from Chris.

His response: "I'd love to get with you tomorrow, but is there anyway to connect without your husband being around?"

I thought briefly about his wish, but Lauren was not adept at driving or docking our cruiser, so the only way to get the two of them to connect was to have him drive here - to our lake house.

So responding as Lauren, I replied: "My husband has decided to golf in the morning, so if you can drive to our lake house and be here by 8 am, we can spend the morning together... just us."

I then sent a pin location of our address.

His response was immediate: I'll see you then!

I then proceeded to delete the messages from her thread so that Lauren would not know about me responding as her. I needed for her to think I was creating another adventure for her.

My plan was to get Chris to the house and then wait for them to get into the act. Then I would surprise them and seemingly catch Lauren cheating on me with Chris. All I needed was a little video evidence to set my plan in motion.

The video could provide me leverage to put Lauren back in check.

I fell asleep with the plan in place.

At 7 am, I woke up. Lauren always sleeps in. I went to the kitchen and wrote her a note that said, "Good morning, I've set up a surprise for you while I'm away this morning. I'll be back around noon. See you then."

I took this note and placed it by her phone in the bedroom. I then taped a note to the front door..... for Chris.

It simply said: "Door is unlocked, come on in."

After placing the note on the door I left in my truck.

I would simply kill time for about an hour and then return around 9 am to catch them mid act... giving me video leverage to put our sex life in check.

Once I had the video, I would ask Chris to leave and then Lauren and I would visit.

My plan was to explain to her that our adventures had rules. She had breached our rules by ignoring me last night; allowing Chris to finish inside and then making me feel like a cuck by saying he "owned" her pussy.

If she failed to follow our relationship boundaries going forward, then the video, which would appear to anyone who saw it as infidelity, would be used against her in the event of divorce or to adversely affect her image if I had to stoop to that level.

As I drove the lake roads killing time, I shook my head on how a happy marriage had gone to shit in just 12 hours. One poor choice seemed to have changed everything.

At around 8:45, I decided to head back to the lake house. Surely Chris would be plowing her again and I would obtain the video "evidence" I needed.

As I arrived at the house, there was an unfamiliar BMW sedan out in front. It seemed like the kind of car Chris would drive. I pulled into our driveway and parked.

I entered the house quietly through the front door, which was still unlocked, but my sign had been removed.

As soon as I opened the door, the unmistakable sounds of Lauren getting fucked were echoing through the house.

I got my iPhone out and opened my camera app to prepare to video. I would need to act surprised at what was in our bedroom for the video to come off as Lauren cheating behind my back.

As I got to our bedroom door, it was only ajar an inch so I couldn't really see anything.

I then hit record on my phone, pushed the door open, and then loudly said, "What the fuck is going on in here?"

As I entered the room, I expected to see the startled faces of Lauren and Chris.

Instead, I saw the startled faces of four people. Lauren, Chris and his two friends from the bar last night.

Chris yelled out, "What the hell," as I interrupted him mid thrust.

At that point I had a video that would serve my needs and stopped recording.

My Lauren was perched reverse cowgirl on one of Chris' friends and his dick was in her ass. Chris was plowing her pussy, while the other friend had just removed his cock from Lauren's mouth. They had her airtight and Lauren seemed to be loving it until I walked in.

It was at this point, that I told Chris and his buddies to get the fuck out of my house.

I proceeded to go into our great room while Chris and his friends scuffled to get dressed and left through the front door in a hurry.

Moments later, Lauren walked out of our bedroom in a robe with a look of confusion on her face.

"What's going on," she asked.

"I think that's a question that you need to answer," I said in response.

Lauren then came into the great room and sat on the couch across from me.

"I thought you set up another adventure for me.... there was a note," she tried to say before I cut her off.

"Lauren, this isn't about what just happened. This is about last night. You and I had a trust that was built on communication, inclusiveness and fun to be shared between US. We've always followed a set of protocols when involving others in our sex life. Last night, you broke that trust by allowing someone other than me to finish inside. Furthermore, you texted this person to express a desire to connect again without consulting me. To top it all off, when I attempted to reclaim you last night, you told me that Chris owned your pussy, treating me like a cuck. Do you see my issue?

Lauren sat speechless and I could tell she was thinking. She had just gone from the thrill of fucking three guys at once to a sober conversation about our marriage issues.

Lauren finally spoke, "I'm not sure that we are enough for me anymore," she said starkly. "We've delved into a gray area for married partners and after last night, I'm not sure that our adventures are enough."

My heart sank hearing her words. As gorgeous as she was, she had morphed into someone that I didn't know in a days' time.

"Lauren," I said in a resigned tone, "I think we've come to a breaking point. I was fine to share adventures with you but what happened last night broke me. It broke me so much that I set up this stupid scenario this morning to manipulate your future behavior by threatening you with a compromising video. I realize now, this was a bad idea and we can't move forward. We need to get a divorce."

Surprisingly, without yelling or arguing, Lauren shook her head in agreement.

Our relaxing weekend at the lake came to a close with us both realizing we wanted different things from a marriage. Lauren wanted wild and crazy adventures without morality or consequences. I needed that excitement, but I needed the control.

As look back now, I always controlled our adventures and this was the first one where I lost control.

Six months later, our divorce was final.... on amicable terms. I got the house in St Louis while she got the lake house her parents gifted us. We split our assets 50/50.

We both just told our families and friends that we grew apart .... and that wasn't really a lie.

Over time, people have different needs and wants and that's okay.

As much as I wanted to hate Lauren on that fateful weekend, I was just as much to blame. It's taken me some time to realize my role in ultimately damaging our relationship beyond repair. Hindsight, we should have never invited anyone else into our sex life. It doesn't work.

As for Lauren and I, we still keep in touch both literally and figuratively.

She often comes by my house, providing me with advance notice, and we fuck like teenagers.

I'm not beholden to her or her to me, but there's something so raw and sexual about Lauren that I can't refuse. I've simply learned to accept it and not control it.