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That party was amazing, I will never forget it. David and I had such a good time. But when it was over, our life returned to normal for the next few months. David was still on the site almost every day, chatting with his buddies Brett and Brad, recounting tales and fantasies, and he was happy being the gatekeeper and appointment setter for his hotwife. We continued to meet up with Tony semi regularly, and eventually met some other guys that I liked to add to the mix every now and then. It became our new normal. I was doing my best not to cheat behind David's back anymore, and somehow we made this whole crazy lifestyle work for us.
David and my sex life was back to normal, we were doing it maybe once a week or so, and I had to give him the 'most improved player' award. He must have been taking notes during all the sex he had witnessed, and was really working his five inches with a new confidence. He obviously knew he could never give me what Tony and the others could, but gave me the very best of what he had, and not only was he more confident in bed, he was carrying a new air of confidence with him just in general. I was so proud of him. There's not many guys around that could walk around so confident and proud, knowing that their wives were fucking other men, but David owned it, and seemed to thoroughly enjoy his new role as cuckold husband.
Around the first week of November Jalen texted me. He wanted to meet up. He asked me if I would stop by his apartment on a Thursday afternoon. Jalen was my kryptonite. I could only resist him if I stayed away from him. I don't know why, but I said yes, I would stop by his apartment at 2:00. We hugged and chatted on the couch, and caught up for a while. Then, our eyes met for a lingering second too long and it was all over. The next thing I know and I'm in his bed, fucking and sucking like the little BBC whore I am. I can't even deny it, like David, I just had to own it. Lying in bed afterward I realized that that day was exactly one year to the day that I had met Jalen. One year ago today, little did I know at the time, but my life was about to change forever.
"Thank you," I said as I leaned over to give Jalen a kiss. He didn't even ask me for what, but did have a slightly perplexed look on his face. I told Jalen about what I had been doing since we broke up, and how happy I was, and how good David and my relationship had been ever since we joined this lifestyle together. Jalen didn't get upset or jealous, he looked at me and told me how proud he was of me for getting what I wanted, what I deserved. Then, we fucked one more time, the last time we ever would. Jalen told me he was moving to Dallas for a new job, and that afternoon as I left his apartment I wished him luck and told him I would miss him. Then I told him I loved him.
"I love you too," he said after me, as I was walking down the stairs from his apartment.
And this is the end of my story.
Epilogue-
This has been the story of a wife, a woman like any other, that had a normal life like any other. She had a husband that she loved, a family, a job, but she then had a life changing experience, which took her on a ride that she never saw coming. It is a story that proves that it really could happen to anyone. Or that anything can happen to anyone, you never know what the next chapter of your life may look like. And if it were a true story, you know that there would be many more chapters to come.
But if you have read this whole story hopefully you remember that at the beginning I said that this was a work of fiction, and I wrote this from the perspective of the main character, Kristen. One thing that I'm not sure you realize, is that the writer is a man, a cuckold husband himself. I am a cuckold husband, and I wrote it from the perspective of the cheating wife because I find it fascinating how something like this can actually happen in real life. This is a fictional account, yes, but things like this are happening every day, all over the world. Nothing I wrote here is an account of something that actually happened, yet I drew from many personal experiences, so it is somewhat autobiographical, if that makes any sense.
For those of you that read the whole thing, I hope you enjoyed it. Whether you read it as a fantasy, or whether you can relate some of your own personal experiences to it, no matter. I hope a person like Kristen is not judged too harshly, or David for that matter. These are people that found something new in their life, something not conventional in society, but it worked for them. In the end that is all that matters. If anyone would like to chat with me about this story, or their own personal experiences or fantasies, don't hesitate to contact me, I look forward to it.
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