My wife then girlfriend had been together for about 6 months. We had

an agreement because she found it very difficult to be mongomous and

enjoyed the occasional drug and alcohol binge that she could tell me to

go home at any given time but we more of less lived together.  Even

now 25 or so years later, we still have an escape place one town over a

few miles away.  

OK, so her ex BF called. He was allegedly a douchbag asshole bully type.

My wife still wore his college letter jacket on occasion. She was faithful

to him for their entire relationship, which lasted a year or so. Listening

to their conversation, my wife sounded like a different person, she was this bright girl of

about age 30 with a masters degree which was who she was in fact but with me she

was a party girl, jean t-shirt, sex and fun. I wanted the professional girl he was talking

to. So, he is coming over. My wife made it clear, she was going to fuck him as she likes

to say...she goes into the bedroom puts on some black thigh highs and a dress.

She asks me if I want to stay and watch, reallly wishes I would leave but thinks

we should meet each other  

He showed up, yep and pompus asshole he was but my wife seemed enthralled

with him despite the fact he broke up with her a year or so earlier. She just purred

when he called her pretty and told her how anazing her legs looked.

He asked..are we doing the cuckold thing on this guy (me) or do you want to leave?

Cuckold, I had heard the word but did not know about it...keep in mind it is 1991 before

internet porn and every fetish know to men being widespread. I had also only had normal

safe girls, my now wife was the first one who could be called "alternative". Over the years

it has scared me how familiar she is with any quirk or fetish.

OK, she had talked about how awesome this guy was in bed, figured watching might

give me some ideas, I watched but stayed dressed, left the room, it was unconfortable.  

We talked later about "what the hell do you see in that guy"...what a jackass.

She liked his confidence, his quick putdowns of other men, he was a gifted

verbal bully. They laughed at the world together, he forced her into a

very old fashioned relationship where she always was his "girlfriend" she

dressed in dresses and skirts and he held up his end as a traditional man.

They never spent entire weekends together, she had most nights alone

and used that time to be herself.

I on the other hand was "family approved" nice guy, decent

a nice counterbalance to the hellion party girl she was back then.

It is amazing we made it...but we have, without serious health issues

too...