Unless you have been reading the little blurbs on my galleries, this may not make much sense, but I'll try to fill everyone in, and if you have any questions, feel free to comment or email me...

My wife recently parted from her long time lover (and I mean LONG, like maybe five years! This is the guy she first cheated with on me!) She abruptly left me New Yea'rs Day to go be with him for the month of January and with the exception of her monthly visitor, stayed with him, leaving me dispairing at home! I truly thought that I had finally lost her! But when she returned home at the end of that month, she was very depressed and forlorn. It seems she has lost him again (yes, a story for another time) as he has taken a job in another city and moved away. My wife stayed with him Jan. as it is very unlikely that he will return.

Imagine a life-long friend moved away forever, and you can imagine how my wife felt! I know that although she says she doesn't, she does love him. Not in the way she loves me, but it's a love nonetheless! You don't allow the same man to share your bed and your body, and fuck you without developing some feelings for him! He's been a presence in our lives for so long that even though I'm not really sure who is is, I know he is there! I consider my wife very lucky that she has two men in her life that love her and accept that there is another man in her life: me that the other man is her superior lover, that she willingly will spend nights, weekends, and entire weeks and months to be with and have sex with him; and him, me: her husband: A man who has sworn his love and fidelity to her and is secure enough to remain at home waiting. Our life together is more than just sex. And I believe that my wife considers herself very lucky to have such two men in her lives, up until recently.

Most of February was hard as my wife was in a very deep melancholy. I didn't push her, but I was there for her to talk and for hugs. And then on Valentine's day, I sent my wife a dozen mini-roses to her at work. But someone sent her 24 long-stem roses with a card signed from a secret admirer! That really lifted her spirits, and mine as she fucked the shit out of me that night and has almost turned back into her old self! The thought that someone else wants her has kicked her sex drive into overdrive, and I'm the recipient, at least for now!

The secret admirer made himself known: seems it's her former lover's best friend! He, the former lover, apparently told his friend about her, and he decided to make contact, if nothing else to meet the amazing woman who so captivated his friend, a friend that he missed, too (although not the way my wife missed him, I'm sure!) She agreed to meet him at a local bar to talk with him, check him out, and get a feel for if he would be a good lover. As a precaution, my wife's best friend (who has know about our relationship for about as long as I have known my wife: she knew I was a cuckold before I did!) knew where she went and they had their GPS on their cells going plus a set of prearranged texts to send at certain times. Plus the owner of the bar knows my wife and would probably snap anyone in half (me, too!) if she got hurt!

Seems he is a nice guy, my wife and him hit it off, mostly by talking about their mutual friend whom they both dearly miss. She thought he was pretty hot looking, too! At the end of the night, he suddenly kissed her, and she retunred the kiss, pressing up against him and she could feel his huge (GROAN! Why is every lover she takes BIGGER than me?!?) cock! She freely groped him as he tenderly caressed her breasts! Once they mutal physical broke, they agreed to go to his place, and WA-LA! I'm a cuckolded once more! She didn't spend the whole night, but she did use all her condoms! When she did come home, she woke me up, got me all fired up, and fucked me until she got off, then she had me lay on my back while she slowly stroked my cock, all covered in her juices, and she told me about how her night went! She's an expert at keeping me on edge and keeping me from cumming! When her story was finished, she asked me if she could continue to see her new beau. I told her I'm fine with it as long as she followed our agreement! (more on that next blog). Then she layed a bombshell on me:

"Honey, would you put on your chastity cage for me, the one I got you for Christmas? And after you put it on and lock yourself in, would you give me your key?"