An adult stories – What Were You Thinking? by Lifestyle66,Lifestyle66 Author’s Note: This is another stand-alone story with more adventures of my favorite swinger couple, finding life-lessons and learning about people among the extra-marital sex-for-fun crowd.
I’m providing a more extensive biography this time to describe my main couple up front, due to critics of my previous stories. Ultimately, this story shows that among the best, stable marriages and even in relationships like swinger couples, … over time, some people change.
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I opened the remote camera app of the wildlife cam aimed along the driveway of our vacation house. The small pics for the initial image of each motion activated video showed some of the usual traffic in the driveway over the past month. I scrolled down the list of videos, recognizing the obvious ones: squirrels or deer wandering through, our oldest daughter and her family arriving and departing last weekend, and a delivery truck with the video showing the driver setting a package on the front porch, probably something my wife ordered from Amazon.
Before I closed the camera’s app watching that driveway, I noticed in the small real-time image as a car arrived about fifteen minutes too early. But I recognized this car and the driver. So, I paused, watching as things unfolded on my tablet computer. Twenty minutes later, I just sighed and closed that camera app. After taking a sleep aid, I poured another drink before starting the next episode of my latest sci-fi series.
And hour later, the episode was done, the sleep aid was taking effect, and I went to bed, soon falling into a sound sleep as I contemplated how we got here …
Prologue — In the Beginning
When Janet (Jan) and I were younger, we dated exclusively for three years starting late as 18-year-old seniors in high school and through two years of community college. We took some breaks in our exclusive relationship when I went away to a university, and we reconnected during the summer between school years. She didn’t have any other serious boyfriends while I was gone, finding other guys to be too deceptive, too clingy, or just unsatisfying. So, we dated again for those few months before I had to return to school, and we again parted as friends going our separate ways.
We both enjoyed some wild times with others during those years of college separations. But after some close calls with STDs, jealous spouses, and other unexpected events with strangers, we finally got back together when I completed my degree program. It seemed we both found it tiresome dealing with others with their emotional dramas and deceptions, and we decided to settle down together, because we understood each other. It wasn’t my plan to get married, but Jan sort of directed me to propose to her or she’d cut me off from sex. So, looking at my options, I made the only logical choice.
Dating several different women in college, I found they all seemed to need some emotional connection after sex or were playing some kind of mind-games, which I couldn’t understand. Geek that I am, those feelings just weren’t in my upbringing, and I couldn’t anticipate what they expected in their games. My mother was a serious woman, raised in an orphanage. And my dad was rarely around, working two jobs about six days per week. Even when he was around, dad just never talked much. And in our rural neighborhood, there weren’t any other kids my age. So, I grew up as a loner, until I hooked up with Jan.
My girlfriend’s mother had a nervous breakdown after being involved in a car accident with her son (Jan’s older brother), who died as she was trapped next to him until the rescuers arrived. So, Jan went through her teenage years almost alone at home. Jan was also a social outcast in school, due to her take-charge attitude from her home life causing friction with the more popular A-listers. She had a run-in with the head cheerleader in high school, with those “mean girls” managing to get this cute girl black-listed from dates with any other guys in our small school. Jan eventually latched onto me as a fellow outcast, and we’ve been together ever since.
We were both 18-year-old virgins when we got together in our senior year of high school, due to the social issues among our peers (and both of us having to repeat a grade in elementary school for different reasons.) I found out later Jan’s best friend, Marlene, a neighbor from the farm behind her house, challenged Jan to get a date. So, this cute take-charge girl I was tutoring in math one day just blurted out: “You’re taking me to the Prom, so get used to the idea. And rent a tux!” Jan didn’t play mind games, always being very direct in telling me what she expected.
I was a social loner, and oblivious enough to bluntly ask “If I rent a tux, what’s in it for me? You know I don’t want to be around those others at a dance.” And with such bluntness, I managed to negotiate a few dates with her for us to change that virgin issue. Again, that was her take-charge choice when, on our third date she announced “I’m not waiting any longer. You’re going to fuck me!”, and I was smart enough to not debate that with her.
Later, after dating other women while away at college, I realized Jan’s attitude toward sex was unique. In our sexual explorations together, we both learned to try controlling each other. I found it interesting that I could make her legs shake in an orgasm. Sex with her was almost like my ham radio hobby, fine tuning the controls until I found the signal I wanted.
Most of our early sexual learning sessions were in a local park, where I found a secluded spot deep in a grove of mountain laurel bushes. That became such an iconic setting, when we had the money later in life, we purchased a rural mountain house retreat for family vacations. And I recreated our favorite picnic spot for times when my wife and I were there without the kids.
Jan seemed to find it empowering that she could take the energy out of me and watch my dick deflate, then she’d chuckle at the fact she could handle more after I was spent. And she’s not into cuddling after she orgasms with “the big one” like most women, even saying to me “Okay, I’m done. You can get off me now. … And pour another glass of wine for me!” (Did I mention she’s rather controlling?)
After I proposed and during our subsequent 30 years together, Jan picked up a new hobby: flirting with other guys. I realized flirting was just another aspect of her controlling nature, trying to see if she could manipulate men with just a few touches or comments. Teasing the men around her became a sporting event to her, with her goal of trying to encourage a visible hard-on in their pants.
She was focused on staying in shape to facilitate her sport. I benefitted from her hobby by having a gorgeous, sexy wife. Of course, my controlling bitch insisted I stay in shape too as her “arm candy”, with the normal wifely control mechanism of threatening to cut me off from sex if I didn’t comply. If I forgot to exercise for a few weeks or control my diet, she’d suddenly say “I’m not going down on you until you lose that ‘buddha-belly’!” So, for the potential blowjobs, I’ll lift some weights and do a few sit-ups.
During our years together, I remained an emotionally dysfunctional (aka “clueless”) geek. But I never worried about her cheating on me with her flirting targets for several reasons.
First, Jan talks incessantly, and blurts out to me everything which is on her mind. If she’s thinking about something, she will say it to whoever is willing to listen. So, I trusted she’d soon tell me if she were thinking of fucking another guy. Or at least if she did fuck another guy, she couldn’t keep it a secret.
And second, she is controlling, always telling me what I should do (obviously to appease her). And she’ll point out sexy young women to me, saying “In your dreams” to tease me. But she forbids me to follow through to pursue them. Leveraging her controlling nature, I’ll tell her she can fuck that handsome waiter, but if she does, all controls are then off. I’ll definitely do it with another woman, too. And Jan was apparently jealous at any mention of a woman I dated in college, Brenda, who Jan referred to as “that gangbang slut!”
No, I’m not just some wimp my wife can order around all the time. I have my limits, and she knows it! … And her ordering me to stay in shape backfires on her in that regard, because I’ve told her of several women who have offered me options, including Brenda, when I bumped into her at the mall a few months ago.
So, Jan and I have stayed together mainly due to our mutual, almost insatiable desire for sex, and not wanting to bother with the emotional turmoil of breaking in another partner to tolerate our dysfunctional quirks. We satisfy each other’s needs.
Intro – The Lifestyle
A few years ago, we were enjoying dinner at our house with an older, fun-loving couple we knew when the subject of sexual boredom came up. They told us about their discreet swinger lifestyle with other couples to enjoy the newness of a different partner, while remaining married. The major problem to overcome would be if one or the other of a couple feels jealous. Our friends refused to swap with us that evening, not wanting to jeopardize our friendship. So, after Jan and I reminisced about our younger, wilder days, and enjoyed a risqué romp with the other couple fucking our spouse in front of each other, we soon decided to explore their swinger lifestyle. This seemed like a logical choice to relieve our sexual boredom, while avoiding those emotional entanglements dating others would surely bring. When hooking up with other couples, we could now “fuck’em and leave ’em”, just enjoying the sex as we do with each other. And Jan and I have remained together.
We’ve both always saw our sex together as a physical relief, almost like asking your spouse for a backrub. Jan might say: “My neck is stiff. Could you rub my shoulders?” I could as easily say to Jan: “I need a blowjob.” She wouldn’t be offended and might do it, or she might reply: “Well, I’m not feeling it. But if you can get it up, I’ll bend over, and you can fuck me from behind.”
I may be mostly clueless, but after so many experiences meeting people over the years, I know most people don’t think like Jan and me. We knew if any of our friends or work colleagues found out about our new lifestyle, it might result in some negative, judgmental consequences. We thought it wouldn’t be fair if one of us was seen by a friend or neighbor when out with another play partner. Whether seen just having dinner and dancing or going into a hotel with someone other than our spouse, it might cause the other one a problem at work or at least ridicule from some of our common friends. So, we agreed we’d only play around with others when we’re together, since we’ll both then share the same risk.
We also mostly like watching each other when we’re with other couples at house parties. I did give Jan a ‘hall pass’ once for sex alone with a guy she was lusting for, to play in bed in a one-on-one situation. But that was in a different room in the same house. It wasn’t really cheating, since I could have fun with other women there or could have gone in to watch them.
And we’ve had some interesting times at these house parties and swinger get togethers at bars or restaurants. In her job at an accounting firm, my wife worked together closely with another woman, Celia for over a year. We were at one of the meetups, when Jan ran into Celia and her husband, with Jan briefly panicking as she wondered how to explain being there. Then she realized that Celia and her husband were in our same group as swingers.
My wife usually dictates rules for the two of us just before we go to those parties. Her “same room” rule is for us to only play together with others when we’re together, because she enjoys watching me as I fuck other women. But it doesn’t bother me if she breaks that rule, because I have only one rule between us: ‘No double standards!’ I’ve made it very clear to her that when she breaks her rules, then I will, too.
At the end of the day, I’m always going to bed with the same gorgeous woman I’ve lived with for the last thirty years. She always takes care of my sexual needs, so I’ve become very accustomed and tolerant of her bitching ways. Ours might not be the handholding, fawning, cuddling, jealously protecting love others claim to feel. But it works for us.
Friends With Benefits
Jan and I settled into our swinger lifestyle by finding a few groups on a website to meet people. Then after attending a few house parties for some playtime with others, we’ve settled down to enjoying get togethers with our favorite couples who we both find compatible. By sticking to other couples for our extra-marital sex, it keeps us both involved together and reduces the risks of any emotional entanglements.
One of the regular house parties we attend about every three months does have a few single men and women. But the hosts have vetted them to reduce any chance of any of them getting too attached to a husband or wife. That could cause potential drama at their future parties, and most people in this lifestyle would avoid their party, if that occurs.
My rather odd memory ability allows me to relate these anecdotes, because I can’t forget anything I’ve read, heard, or seen. I know that old adage “forgive and forget”, which some people use. But I always thought that rather odd. Even my wife repeatedly telling her mother to forget about the accident which killed Jan’s older brother seemed odd to me. In my mind, I was thinking ‘It happened, so how could she forget it?’ I’ve found the only way to get along in life is to accept it and move along.
So, after years together, Jan’s attitude now is ‘Get over it!’ when faced with anything which didn’t go quite right. And my attitude, even when watching another guy fucking my wife is ‘It happened. And her pussy’s still there for me later,’ as I fuck another woman at the same party. It’s like that old song from 1970 by Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young (which I think they cleaned up for radio) ‘If you can’t be with the one you love, [fuck] the one you’re with.’ As swingers, we’re both having fun sex with others we find at the house parties, but we’re together in the same house when doing it.
Another Fun Evening
Sunday afternoon, we attended a monthly swinger bar meetup at a nearby restaurant. We like meeting other couples in relatively public settings, getting to know other interesting couples we find, then go home afterwards to see if we both agree we like them. These meetups give us a chance to expand our friends-with-benefits list for future fun.
We didn’t find any new couples at this meetup. Jan was just her normal talkative self, socializing with everyone we already knew there. Arriving back home that evening, Jan and I showered to relax in the living room with glasses of wine, as we sat in our usual separate swivel chairs.
“I was talking to Dan at the meetup,” Jan said, “and he said he and Maggie will send out an invite to their next party in two months.”
“Have you added that to our calendar?” I asked.
“Of course,” she replied. “I know how much you like Maggie. And I like watching you two together.”
Maggie is one of my favorite swinger wives. Besides being attractive, she seems to enjoy just the right amount of hugging and kissing foreplay with me to get me excited. And she likes teasing her husband with her sexual antics during the parties, doing her best to show him cumshots she’s taken to give him a reason to spank her afterwards. At their last house party, at the end of the evening Maggie strolled into their kitchen naked with some guy’s cum running down her thigh to tease her husband. Dan told his wife to go back upstairs and clean herself, then he’d be along to “warm her ass.” After she went upstairs, he turned to me saying; “If you want, go ahead and finish with her again, Ted. I’ll give you twenty minutes before I come up to spank her.” It’s their playful kink, but I don’t judge. They’ve been doing it for decades together, so it seems to work for them.
I wondered if Jan had anyone specific in mind she wanted at their next party. I know she enjoys playing with Dan, but he seems a little tame for her when she’s really in the mood at these parties.
Jan’s latest favorite is a guy named Rodger she met at their party that last time a few months ago. He’s divorced and attends these couples-only parties with a lesbian friend. Jan told me she was flirting with a guy at an airport bar the day before that party, when she returned from a business trip. Then she was surprised to meet him at Dan and Maggie’s party that next evening. She first introduced me to Rodger when I was busy fucking Maggie on the king-size bed beside them. After I finished with Maggie for the first time that evening, I stood beside Jan and Rodger at the side of the bed watching them until he finally thrust deep into her, unloading his balls into my wife. Then I handed them a box of tissues to clean up. I talked to Rodger alone after that, and he seems like a decent guy.
Responding to Jan mentioning this new party, I asked “Did Dan mention any of the others they plan to invite?”
“He didn’t say,” she replied. “But I’m hoping he’ll send it to all of their regulars.”
“Like Rodger?” I asked.
“Hmmm. Now, there’s a nice image,” she replied.
Without saying another word, Jan stood and walked over to the ottoman to get a blanket and one of her toys. She returned to cover her chair and stripped to sit on it. With her right leg thrown over the arm of the chair, she picked up the toy and started slowly playing with herself. I retrieved a second blanket to cover my chair, stripped, and started stroking myself as I turned to watch her.
After two minutes, she slid off her chair to kneel and crawl over between my legs. She knelt there naked with those beautiful tits and legs visible between my knees and beyond my now almost hard cock. Her long auburn hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and her green eyes sparkled with mischievous excitement. My stroking while watching her play with her pussy had my member at a firm six inches long now, out of its full seven-inch length when hard.
Jan wrapped her right hand around my cock. As she lowered her head toward it, she then stopped, tilting her head looking at it. “I like that nice smooth head,” she said as she touched it with her left hand. “How do you want me to start? Sucking the head? Licking the shaft? Or licking your balls?” Her left finger was sliding softly along as she emphasized each part.
“You could start by sucking it.”
She finished lowering her head toward my stiffening member as she used her hand to guide it into her mouth. Jan stopped with just the head fully enclosed between her lips, and I felt her tongue teasing the underside of it. Slowly she continued lowering her head down, the length of the shaft disappearing in her mouth until half of it was in. Her hand was still wrapped around the bottom half of the stiff shaft as her lips met her hand. She pulled her head back up until the tip was almost out of her mouth, then suddenly and quickly dove down again taking it back in.
The first few head bobbing motions were this quick down and slow withdrawal. Then her pace began evening out. She just bobbed her head down and up on me at a steady pace.
At one point, Jan sat back to tilt her head so she could look up into my eyes, while keeping it in her mouth. I smiled in appreciation, and she looked back down to focus on her task at hand. Her right hand remained wrapped around the base, with her lips meeting her hand with each downward drop of her head.
I noticed her other hand still held the toy at her clit, and I heard her begin moaning with her lips closed around my member. She was soon rocking her whole body as her head went down on it and her hips rose off her toy, then she’d bounce back down onto the toy as she pulled her head up. Jan opened her mouth while continuing this bouncing, with her sounds changing to “Oh! Oh! Oh!” in time with her rocking.
Jan pulled me out of her mouth and tried to stroke it as she closed her eyes and mouth, moaning loudly while her orgasm built. Then she started talking as her excitement grew with the fantasy she was imagining. “That’s it! Fuck me! … Oh! Oh! Oh, yes. Fuck me!”
I grasped my cock, freeing her right hand and she reached down with that hand to help the toy. I could tell she slipped two of her fingers into her cunt, shoving them in and out as she worked the vibrator around her clit.
Feeling the pressure building up my shaft toward the head, I stood up from my chair to stand in front of her. I placed my left hand on the back of her head, and she opened her eyes to look up at me as I held my stiff shaft, pumping it in front of her.
Jan sat back on her heels, and she tilted her head back. Still shoving her fingers in and out of her pussy, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue a little. Her eyes locked with mine, as I smiled down at her, then she closed her eyes and again moaned “Oh! Oh! Oh!”
This was a sight I like to see: my wife kneeling with her mouth open.
“Oh, yes! That’s it. Just like that!” I said as I kept stroking my cock. I was giving her the queues so she knew what was coming. “That’s it!… I’m getting very close…Oh…Ohh…Aggghhh!”
I let loose the first of several shots into her mouth, keeping my left hand on the top of her head as several waves continued pushing more of my spunk out. Jan just kept her mouth open while still moaning, with the tip of my cock shooting its load over her tongue. I could see the thick white fluid pooling behind her bottom teeth as it slid down from her tongue, and her head was tilted back enough to keep it from dripping out.
When I finished wiping the purple head’s last drop across her tongue, I dropped my left hand from her head. I wasn’t really holding her there. She could have easily moved away at any time. But she seemed to be enjoying the moment, with her eyes closed, watching her own fantasy. Her body suddenly shook with her orgasm.
Jan closed her mouth, swallowed, and ducked her head down as the spasms took over. I could see her thighs close a little as she squeezed her own hand between them. She knelt there for a minute until the waves subsided, and I saw her muscles relax. When she picked her head up, she turned her head and rotated it as if she were stretching out after an exercise. Then she looked up at me as she reached one hand to my chair for support, and I helped her up to stand in front of me.
I wrapped my arms around her to pull her in close for a hug, then leaned down to kiss her cheek. Jan stepped back from me to retrieve her glass of wine, taking a mouthful, and swishing it around before swallowing to clear the cum taste.
“Well, you seemed to enjoy that,” I said. “You brought yourself off with that one.”
“Mmmm. … Oh, yeah,” she replied in a satisfied tone. “But I think I’m done for now. I’m just going to sit here and watch one of my chick-flick series. Why don’t you go downstairs to the TV in the basement for a SciFi night,” as she sat back on the blanket in her swivel chair and picked up the TV remote.
Sci-Fi Night
As I’ve said before, my wife doesn’t play games and is rather direct in telling me what she wants me to do. So, I pulled on my pants and left her to her chick-flick, going to my man-cave TV. I knew there was something going on in her mind which was a little out of the ordinary. But I trusted she’d blurt it out to me when she was ready.
When I sat down in front of the basement TV, I put on my headphones, so she wouldn’t be bothered by the sound of my program. About two hours later, when my movie ended, I took off the headphones, and I heard the TV upstairs with Jan’s latest selection. But the woman’s loud moans didn’t seem to be from one of her chick-flicks.
I went upstairs and entered the living room to see the scene on the big screen. There was a young woman on her hands and knees in an MFM, with one guy fucking her from behind as the other guy fucked her mouth. My wife was still sitting in her chair, but with both legs spread open and hanging over the arms of her chair. She had both hands holding a large rabbit vibrator which she was aggressively thrusting in and out of her pussy, and she was staring at the TV with her mouth open and moaning.
I just smiled at this live porn show and decided to return to my chair to sit and watch. But within a minute, Jan shifted her gaze from the TV to me, then back again. She paused with the vibrator, stopping her thrusts and just twisted the vibrating ears around her clit for a few seconds, continuing to moan with sounds like “OH! AHHH! … Awe fuck! I’m just not getting there!” She pulled the toy all the way out and laid it on a tissue before grabbing her glass of wine and collapsing back into her chair.
Jan took a sip of wine then looked angrily at me, saying “You distracted me! … And stop looking at me with that silly grin. I’m done for the night.”
“If you weren’t done earlier, I would have helped get you off. You should have called me from the basement.”
“I just got tired of my series and put this on,” Jan said. “I didn’t plan on getting so horny. It just happened. But now, you’ve killed the mood.” Jan tilted her wine glass back, emptying the glass in one large gulp, then put the glass down saying “I’m heading to bed. Good night,” and she got up and left.
By the time I went to the bathroom and got into bed, Jan was already there, had her back turned toward my side of the bed, and seemed to be asleep.
More Tensions
The next evening, Monday after work, Jan was home from work an hour before me and was reading a paperback book in the living room when I arrived. She always reads books on her Kindle. So, as I walked through the living room, I glanced over her shoulder at the book, and casually asked “What are you reading?”
Her reaction surprised me when she angrily snapped at me “Don’t read over my shoulder!”
“I was just curious and asked. There’s no need to snap at me.”
“Well, you interrupted my train of thought. I was in-the-moment, reading a love story scene.” She returned to her reading for a few seconds as I stood there wondering why she was so short with me. Then she looked up again and harshly said “Stop hovering over me. … I’ll start dinner in a half hour. … Go take a shower if you need something to do!”
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Later at dinner, we were calmly talking about the swinger house party coming up in two months, and Jan asked me if I ever thought about spending a whole night with one of the other wives.
“You always tell me ‘I know who I’m going home with’,” I pointed out. “So, no, because they’re all married, too.”
“Don’t you ever think of spending the night with any of them?”
“I have my memories from my college years, with the times I spent with others, like Brenda, who stayed over with me at my apartment a few times. We dated for months, and if my roommate wasn’t around, she’d sleep over.”
“I never want to see you with Brenda!” Jan said sternly.
“But she was getting good at blowjobs. … I finally broke up with her when she got pregnant by another guy from one of her gangbangs. She never told me about the gangbangs. And she knew the kid wasn’t mine, so we split on friendly terms.”
“You said you ran into her at the mall two months ago,” Jan said. “… and she told you she’s single now with her kids grown. I think she might want to get her claws back into you!”
“I had a vasectomy ten years ago, so I can’t get her pregnant. How could she get her claws into me?”
“She doesn’t know that. So, you’re not getting with that gangbang slut,” she said as if drawing a line with a definite ‘No!’
“Whatever,” I replied in exasperation. “You asked if I ever thought about spending a night with another woman, and I told you. So, the short answer is ‘No’, you’re all I need. … Why did you ask? Do you want to spend a night with another guy?”
“Well, sometimes you snore!” she said, now sounding a little less cordial or friendly about it. “And I like sleeping with more room on the bed when I’m away on a business trip.”
“If you want me to sleep in another bedroom, just say so. We have plenty of rooms here and at the mountain house.”
She took a deep breath and sighed, letting the air out almost sounding like a growl. “You’d still be here, snoring! And I’d hear you when you get up at night.”
“So, you want me out of the house,” I said calmly. But I thought there was something off with her replies. She wasn’t answering the question about wanting a night with another guy.
“You can be stifling sometimes, with your constant hovering over me,” Jan said in exasperation. Then she added, “I need a weekend away. … I’m going to the mountain house Friday evening with my romance novel and chick-flix. You can stay here and binge all weekend on your SciFi programs.”
“O-kay,” I replied, drawing that one word out.
“I don’t need your permission!” she said a little angrily. “That’s my house, too, and I’m going there without you for the weekend.”
“Okay,” I said quickly, surprised at her reaction. “I’ll stay here to watch my SciFi programs, and I’ll see you Sunday evening.”
“Oh, whatever,” was her angry retort, and she tossed her napkin on the table. Standing from her chair, she walked into the living room, where she sat on the couch instead of her usual swivel chair beside mine. She picked up her Kindle to read whatever book she had on it and made an obvious show of ignoring me. I just let it go, cleared the dining table, to spend the rest of the evening cleaning the kitchen in silence after dinner.
Tuesday and Wednesday evenings were a little more normal with my wife. Tuesday was just dinner and a movie on TV, which we debated before finally agreeing on one, then we went off to bed. And Wednesday after dinner had Jan selecting a porn video, and we fucked on a blanket in front of the fireplace before bed.
But Thursday, Jan seemed a little tense. My attempts to get her to talk (which usually takes no effort) only returned short responses from her. So, I thought I’d wait her out for her to eventually burst forth in a non-stop stream of words about what was bothering her.
The Weekend
Friday after work, Jan texted me just as I was leaving my office at the usual time. She said she was leaving our house at 5:30 for her weekend away. By then, I couldn’t make it home in time to see her off, so, I stopped at a restaurant for a quick dinner alone before continuing home.
Her behavior this past week was a little unusual, but I wasn’t concerned. She acted this way a few times in the past, and it always turned out to be something with one of her friends at work which was bothering her. When they would tell her something in confidence, she would struggle, ‘biting her tongue’ to keep it a secret from me. It would take her a few days of thinking before she would be ready to trust me with it. I knew one of Jan’s co-workers has a sister who works for my company, and I see the sister several times each week. So, Jan might have some reason for not talking to me. And trying hard to silence her usual talkative nature would irritate her.
The drive from our suburban house to the mountain retreat is never less than two hours. So, at seven o’clock, thirty minutes before she would arrive, I sat in my living room chair with a glass of scotch and opened my tablet computer to do a quick check of the remote house security.
I use the Remote Utilities program to open an app giving me full screen control of my server at the mountain house. Until about a year ago, I used the remote desktop protocol (RDP) app to access the computer at that house. But this Remote Utilities gives me full control of my other computers, including the sound, when I’ve installed the client portion of the program on them. It’s as if I’m sitting at the keyboard and screen on that remote computer. And it’s more secure with the twenty-character link names and lengthy passwords I use for these remote connections. Being a computer geek is what I do for a living, so setting all of this in place was very easy.
The computer servers at both of our houses are there to store a collection of music and video files, without having to store DVDs and CDs at two locations. And those local copies come in handy when Internet service is unavailable. And when I’m logged into that remote house server, I can access the security cameras on the front porch and deck, which have motion activated recordings of anyone entering or leaving the house.
A year ago, Jan heard from a neighbor that they enjoyed some videos from their wildlife camera in the mountains. So, she tasked me to set one up to see some of the life around our property there at night. I decided to set four of those cameras on the property to record motion around the outside of the house. And those cameras act as backups to the two security cameras on the doors. Anyone breaking into the often-vacant house could shoot out those obvious door monitoring cameras before entering. But they would miss the camouflaged wildlife cameras in the tree line, which could get clear video of intruders coming down the driveway or from other angles as they broke in. And I could remotely access those videos from a WiFi connection on the local network to the server.
The one woodland camera I had pointed toward the back deck could even see some of the activity in the large living room windows or bedroom, if an intruder were inside walking past a window. But the camera’s distance from the house wouldn’t show identifiable faces. Those face shots would be captured when they drove down the driveway or otherwise approached one of the cameras. A few months ago, one camera caught a good video late at night as a black bear climbed onto the deck and lumbered around our hot tub.
Now a half hour before my wife was due to arrive alone at that remote location, I wanted to ensure she wasn’t going to be surprised by anyone lurking inside or around the house.
Checking the front porch camera, everything seemed to be undisturbed. Then accessing the deck camera, that door also looked secured.
I opened the remote camera app of the wildlife cam aimed along the driveway of our vacation house. The small pics for the initial image of each motion activated video showed some of the usual traffic in the driveway over the past month. I scrolled down the list of videos, recognizing the obvious ones: squirrels or deer wandering through, our oldest daughter and her family arriving and departing last weekend, and a delivery truck with the video showing the driver setting a package on the front porch, probably something my wife ordered from Amazon.
Before I closed the camera’s app watching that driveway, I noticed in the small real-time image as a car arrived about fifteen minutes too early. But I recognized this car and the driver. So, I paused, watching as things unfolded on my tablet computer. Twenty minutes later, I just sighed and closed that camera app. After taking a sleep aid, I poured another drink before starting the next episode of my latest sci-fi series.
The TV program was something mindless I had already seen. But the sound and video helped calm and distract me, which allowed me to continue thinking, and planning. Then with a good idea of what to do with my weekend, the sleep aid was taking effect and I went to bed.
*****
The groggy feeling the next morning after taking a sleep aid always takes me an hour or two before I’m fully awake. And this Saturday morning I knew better than to take on a new project without a clear head. So, I followed my usual routines of making coffee and reading the news until about ten o’clock. Then I opened the remote access to the mountain house server and started selecting and downloading videos. An hour later, I drafted an e-mail and sent it to an old friend. After I showered and dressed, I decided to spend the afternoon at a local winery, knowing some of our swinger friends sometimes drop in there. I didn’t want to reach out to anyone in particular, but they were the type of friends I needed right now.
Sunday morning was much the same, sleeping in then reviewing and selecting three more videos to download before heading to the golf course driving range for some practice. The tech consulting company where I work holds an annual charity event at a golf course, which is scheduled in two weeks, and the VP expects me to play. So, I practice a little ahead of time.
The fresh air and focus on wacking the shit out of those little balls was good for me. I even had several drives out to 260 yards, and not even off to either side but straight down the middle where I aimed them! Then after a drink at the club house bar, it was time to head home to shower and greet my wife when she returned.
I know my weekend sounds like boring routines. But that’s how I think. I’m not an excitable person. My mother raised us kids to be self-sufficient and she was never excited about anything. When I was eight years old, I was climbing a tree and fell, breaking my arm. And my mother’s attitude was just “Damn it! Now it’s a trip to the hospital. Let’s go and get this over with.” So, nothing really phases me. It’s all just life, and let’s move along to the next decision or event. But I did select one of the videos from the door security cam showing Jan entering that house, and I transferred it to my cellphone for later.
Confrontation
It was about nine o’clock Sunday evening when I heard the garage door open as my wife arrived. Going into the kitchen, I poured two glasses of wine, waiting for her to close the garage door and come inside. As she came in through the kitchen door from the garage, I couldn’t help but admire the sparkle in her eyes when she saw me waiting for her, and I smiled. She came to me, wrapping her arms around me and I also pulled her close for a hug. Then I picked up a glass of wine, handing it to her, and said “You’re looking relaxed. Let’s go into the living room and you can tell me about your weekend.”
“It was great, and I feel much better,” she said, then sipped her wine as we went into the living room, taking our usual place in our adjacent swivel chairs.
“That’s good,” I said without any hint of disapproval. “You seemed to be rather short with me lately, and I was wondering if we have a problem between us.”
“No,” she said calmly “there’s no problem. I just needed some space. I’m sorry if you felt bothered with the way I was last week.”
“So, you just needed to be away from me for a while?” I asked, again calmly giving her a chance to elaborate. “Did you spend any time at our favorite secluded spot in the woods for a picnic and sex?”
Jan’s smile disappeared and she looked a little concerned. “Why? Why would I go to that spot without you?”
“Let’s start over. What did you do this weekend?” I asked cheerfully.
Jan froze looking a little confused before saying “Do you think something’s wrong?”
“That’s deflecting and didn’t answer my question. I’ll be a little blunt, how was your time with Rodger?”
“Who?” she asked now looking surprised as well as confused. “Why would you ask that?”
“Again, not answering the question. How was your time with Rodger, that guy you fucked at Maggie and Dan’s party a few months ago?”
Jan hesitated a few seconds before answering. “I saw him after that party at the airport, but I didn’t do anything with him on that business trip!” she insisted defensively. “I told you about that when I returned. We just had drinks at the airport bar before our flight back here.”
“You’re obfuscating and trying to deflect.” Picking up my cellphone, I opened the screen with the video stopped at the image of Jan unlocking the mountain house door. Rodger was standing close behind her. As I handed her the phone, I said “I meant, how was your time with him this weekend? Did he just fuck you in the living room at the mountain house? Or did you sleep together in our bed there? And did he enjoy your blowjob in the hot tub? Hopefully you swallowed and didn’t drip his cum into the water. I’m the one who has to clean that filter.”
Her eyes widened as she stared at the image. “You were SPYING on me!” Jan shouted when she looked back at me, and I could see the anger in her eyes. “How dare you! That’s invasion of my privacy! You’re suffocating me with your constant monitoring!”
Jan’s attempt to turn this around to try blaming me failed. I let her angry shouts just passed through me, as if I weren’t there.
“No. It’s not spying, but exploiting ignorance,” I replied calmly. “There’s a difference. We have security cameras on the doors for a reason. I’m concerned about your safety when you’re alone at that remote house.” Then before she could interrupt, I continued “… And remember last year when you said you wanted me to set up the wildlife camera? I told you I installed four of them in the trees around the house, and that I could remotely access them. I even showed you a video of the bear climbing up onto our deck, remember? Every time you go there without me, I check the camera recordings to ensure there’s no one already there. When I was checking the cameras about fifteen minutes before you arrived, I saw his car pull in, and I remembered it after seeing him drive away from that house party.”
“Do you have a camera set up in the living room or our bedroom to record me, too?” she asked with an accusatory snarl.
I preferred my wife’s smile, and not that snarling look. It made her appear mean and ugly. But we needed to get this out in the open, and her responses were inevitable.
“Of course not,” I said again in a calm tone. “But one of them has the back of the house and deck in view, including the hot tub. At that distance, I can’t see people’s faces. But it does show enough to tell when someone is sitting on the edge of the tub with another head bobbing in their lap. And it occasionally catches images of people moving inside the house near the bedroom window, when an animal happens to activate a recording. So, when you and I are standing naked near a window and kissing, it’s not always recorded.”
“If you weren’t watching the driveway camera, you wouldn’t have seen us! So, you WERE spying on me!”
“No,” I said dismissively. “Even if he didn’t happen to arrive early for me to see him, I would have found those videos in another two weeks when I checked to clear the cameras’ memory cards. And after I saw Rodger’s car pull up and you kissing him when you arrived, I just checked the cameras to make sure I wasn’t jumping to conclusions. I haven’t yet reviewed all of the videos since that blowjob. But, knowing you, there are probably more.”
“Now you want a divorce, right?” Jan asked angrily. Then as if she knew it all and was trying to regain some control, she added with a snide tone “But you can’t divorce me for infidelity, since you’ve fucked other women at house parties, too.”
Her attempts to twist this into something she thinks she can control were failing to make a dent in my demeanor. I maintained my composure and paused before reacting.
“I never said anything about divorce,” I calmly pointed out. “But now that you’ve brought it up, I have to wonder what YOUR plans might be. As for the accusation of monitoring you and suffocating you with my constant presence, those cameras were installed at YOUR insistence. The fact that you forgot about them isn’t my fault. And for my constant presence making you feel like you’re suffocating, remember that YOU control our social calendar and I go where and when you want us to go together.”
“Huh!” she said in a huff, apparently just delaying as she collected her thoughts for her next argument.
I merely sighed as I paused, then went on. “When you said you wanted a weekend alone, I had no problem with that. Take time away from me anytime you want. But if you want me to be around for the things YOU spontaneously want to do, then I deserve some advance notice of your plans. When you said you wanted to go alone to the mountain house, I knew you’d be away long enough for me to play golf for five hours. But even then, you might come home early. So, if you wanted to spend the weekend with Rodger, I wouldn’t have a problem with that either. I would be assured you’d have a distraction, and I would have the whole weekend to myself, to do whatever I wanted to do.”
“So, we’re okay then, right?” she naively asked. “You said you wouldn’t have a problem if I spent a weekend with Rodger.”
“You still don’t get it!” I said, replying somewhat astonished that she didn’t see anything wrong yet. “It’s not that you went away without me to suck and fuck Rodger. … We had our pact which YOU made even before we were married: ‘Don’t lie to me. And give me two weeks’ notice if you ever want to leave.’ And for all the controlling rules you’ve made and broken when we’ve been with others, I’ve insisted on only one. Do you remember what my unbreakable rule is?”
After a pause she quietly said “… No double standards.”
I didn’t say anything and gave her time to think about it without interrupting. After a brief pause, she meekly added “So, you deserve a weekend away to fuck another woman without me there. Do you want me to see if I can get Maggie to spend some time alone with you?”
I just shook my head in disbelief that she thought she could control and manipulate me so easily.
“Maggie’s husband, Dan, would never want her doing something like that, and I wouldn’t be comfortable asking them,” I said dismissing her idea. Then I realized she was desperately trying to soften the impact by offering me one weekend under her control of who I would sleep with.
“You’re smart enough to know what this means,” I said a little more harshly. “It’s about your lack of honesty and attempting to deceive me, thinking you could keep me clueless. It’s about you going off for a date without discussion or notice, then not even being honest about it when I gave you the chance. It’s about trusting that when you said you wanted a weekend alone that you intended to be alone.”
“I never said I wanted to be alone,” she said defensively, again trying to assert her control by deflecting. She was trying to create a doubt in my mind about my understanding of her weekend.
“Don’t treat me like I’m stupid,” I replied. “You said you wanted to go to the mountain house so you could read and watch your chick-flix without me hovering nearby. That implies you wanted to be alone. And Rodger doesn’t live anywhere near that mountain house to just drop by for a friendly visit.” As I thought about that, I asked “Could I see your cellphone?”
“Why?” she asked with a look of concern when she reached for her purse and hesitated.
“Again, responding to my question with a question,” I casually pointed out. “We’ve never denied each other access to our phones. Are you starting now?”
Jan finally pulled the phone out of her purse and somewhat reluctantly handed it to me, and I opened the messages to begin scrolling down through them. At least she didn’t try deleting them.
“I see you began texting Rodger before you told me you wanted your weekend away. Unless I’m mistaken, and you know I’m not, your first text to him was soon after you sent me downstairs for that sci-fi night you insisted on last Sunday. That’s apparently when you started this. It looks like you two had a back-and-forth exchange, where he asked if you were going to meet him again at the airport bar.”
Jan was now very quiet and looking a little sheepish. But she was turning her head and not making eye contact with me. So, I looked back at her phone and scrolled quickly through a few more messages.
“But you didn’t have a business trip planned last week.” I looked up again at her and she still wasn’t looking at me. Her eyes were darting around, but not looking down. That was a telling body language sign that she’s thinking and looking for a way out of the mess, after she was caught in the lie. But the fact she wasn’t looking down indicated she hadn’t given up in defeat.
“You knew you wouldn’t be able to convince me your company was suddenly sending you there on such short notice. … And I see in the texts that you then asked if he could spend the weekend at the mountain house. At least he had the decency to ask if you wanted him to find a date for me, or if I would be there for a threesome. But you told him I decided to stay home and give you both some privacy.” I paused and looked at her until she stopped looking around and locked eyes with me. “That wasn’t true, was it?”
“No, it wasn’t. … So, I misled you AND Rodger to get some private time for a weekend, … and you found out. Now what? Divorce? Tie me up and beat me?” She was getting angrier, then almost shouted ” … WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY?”
“I just wanted the truth, without having to pry it out of you,” I answered with a steady calm.
“If you think I betrayed you,” she said “why are you acting so calm about it? What does it TAKE to make you mad?” she asked in a demanding tone.
Never taking my eyes off her, when she said that, a memory leaped out and my stone-faced expression dissipated. Her question stirred up that darkness from long ago.
Taking a deep breath, I began “There were no kids my age in my neighborhood when I was growing up, so I tried hanging around the older boys. When I was ten years old, that’s when I learned a tough life lesson: ‘teenage humans are the most vicious animals on the planet.’ One of them beat me up, pounding his fist into my face, over, and over, to teach me to stay away from them.”
Jan’s expression softened in sympathy, as she patiently waited for me to continue.
“You know my dad was never around, working two jobs all the time or sleeping when he could. And mom wasn’t to be bothered with our problems outside the house. So, I was alone to get EXTREMELY angry.” I realized my eyes flared with the details of that memory surfacing, and I briefly clenched my teeth.
“What did you do?” she asked quietly, possibly seeing the darkness in my eyes as the anger returned. My wife is actually rather intelligent, and she was smart enough to realize there was now something else she didn’t consider.
“I went home and took out a rifle,” I began, and her eyes grew a little wider. “A twenty-two is a small bullet, but one I was very comfortable using. That night, I laid in wait in the dark for over an hour, waiting for the animals to walk down the street, so I could shoot the bully in the head.”
“You didn’t!?” she exclaimed quietly, almost asking a question and hoping for the right answer.
“I was an excellent marksman with that rifle,” I said with a cold confidence. “I had a lot of practice shooting rats on the garbage pile a hundred feet away from our dining room window. But no, … I didn’t,” and I managed to return the darkness to that cloudy void in my mind, burying it as I calmly continued “… As I laid there, silently waiting, my mind started racing, as it always does now: thinking and framing the next steps of a plan. And I looked at my finger on the trigger and realized ‘After I pull this trigger, what’s next?’
I took another deep breath and sighed. “… So, I thought about it for another minute, unloaded the gun, and went home, resolving to never get that angry again. It wouldn’t solve the problem. That’s when I decided the best thing to do was to stay away and let those animals prey on each other. … After that, I spent my days and evenings alone wandering the mountains. … That’s why I didn’t associate with anybody in high school. I grew to be one of the biggest kids in our high school, so I no longer needed a rifle. I could eliminate a bully with my bare hands. So, I avoided that temptation to finish off one of those animals who were trying their best to torment me.”
Jan stood there almost speechless for a few seconds before asking “What ever happened to that bully and his friends?”
“The last I heard, he died of a drug overdose a few years later. Two of the others wound up in prison after they were out of high school. Only one seemed to turn into a decent person and got married to settle down.”
“But you see other people as animals?” she asked, with an incredulous tone as if she could hardly believe it.
“Mostly,” I admitted calmly, “That’s why I don’t like dealing with people. Most appear to go through life as thoughtless animals, causing problems around them. I don’t kill black snakes at the mountain house, so they can get rid of the other vermin. So, I try not to get angry at people, to avoid the temptation of ending the root cause of the problems. I let the other vermin sort themselves out.”
“What about me?” she asked with a hint of concern.
“I feel concerns and empathy for those who demonstrate some higher intelligence. That’s why I always considered YOU a peer. I thought you were smarter than the others. But what was going through your head to make you want to do THIS to us?”
“I don’t know!” she said with exasperation, like she was giving up in defeat, recognizing she underestimated everything with her poorly planned fun. “I’ve just been feeling, … oh, I don’t know how to describe it. Maybe I’m just TIRED lately.”
“Tired of me?”
“No. Tired of life. My life. Tired of THINKING. … I don’t know! … I just felt like I needed a change of some kind.”
“That sounds like you were bored, not tired.”
“Yeah, that’s probably a better way to describe it: I was bored!” she said as if now acknowledging that this is all on her. “I just felt like I needed something different.”
“I feel that way too sometimes,” I admitted. “That’s why we got into the lifestyle, … for something different. But that wasn’t enough?”
“Yes, … No, … Oh I don’t know!” she said in frustration. “I guess I just started thinking of Dan and Maggie’s next party and … it just seemed like it might be another house party with flirting and fucking … and… I felt like I needed a different kind of WEEKEND distraction!” and she added that last with emphasis. “I wanted a vacation, … some time away from always being ME.”
I could tell now that she was coming clean and getting back to her talkative self. So, I let her continue.
“I wanted to be a really bad girl for a change, going back into my work routines tomorrow feeling like a different person. … I didn’t want to ask you, tell you, or somehow seek your permission. It wouldn’t be the same. And I certainly didn’t want YOU doing the same thing!”
“You wanted to continue controlling me. … Well, from what I can tell in the texts, at least Rodger wasn’t laughing at me,” and I felt that darkness flare briefly again with some doubt, but I quickly pushed it back. “It was just YOU who made the unilateral decision to make me a cuckold. Now I’ll always carry that label,” I added a little despondently.
I almost amazed myself at how calmly I was able to make that assertion. Now I am a cuckold, by any definition of the word, since she fucked another guy secretly, trying to keep me clueless about it! And the way my mind works, it’s a fact, an event in the past which can never be undone. It happened!
I might have tried stopping her with a phone call that evening when I recognized Rodger’s car waiting for her. But that wouldn’t have stopped her having already planned it. The plan alone was her deception. The sex and cumshots were just more of the same I’ve seen in the past.
“I needed something different,” she said almost pleadingly. “And a weekend like that just grew in my mind as the something.”
“Making me a cuckold was what you needed to not be bored,” I replied with a cold, stone-faced expression. “Do you know if any of our retired neighbors there saw his car come and go in our driveway, or you pull in without me? Gary and Rita have called us before when they saw strange cars coming and going there.”
Jan finally looked down and meekly admitted “I didn’t think about what the neighbors there might see at the end of the driveway. I just thought no one else ever sees what happens in the house or out back in the hot tub.”
“They probably noticed Rodger hanging around for fifteen minutes, waiting for you. … Well, it’s too late to stop them from gossiping. I’ll deal with it the next time I see one of them. And since you brought up the idea of divorce, maybe we should start keeping our finances separate. I’ll change my paychecks to go to a new bank account in my name only, and you do the same for yours. We can get separate credit cards for our personal expenses.”
“Your salary is over twice as much as I make,” she pointed out, sounding concerned.
“So, what’s your point? You can afford the expenses for your lifestyle on your salary. We’ll freeze our retirement accounts and start contributing to new personal ones. Then if you want a divorce any time in the future, we can split everything from the past fifty-fifty. Now and going forward, we’ll each just contribute the same amounts to our current joint accounts to cover the bills.”
Jan’s background with the accounting firm had her quickly understand the consequences. She earned enough each month for her own expenses and her half of our joint bills of our life together. But she’d have nothing more than that to add to her savings. And growing her retirement savings for the future was one of her top priorities in our budget. She would have enough for a comfortable retirement in ten or fifteen years, but not the outrageous amount she planned with savings from my salary. She had hoped to retire early and travel the world with no money concerns.
“I don’t want a divorce!” She said it as if she were asking me to stop saying the word. “I just said that since you found out and sprung it on me this way. I thought you were mad and that you might be thinking of it.”
“No. I’m not mad, just disappointed. You decided to change things between us, without consulting me. But we’ve talked this to death and there’s nothing more to say about it. It’s done. I’ve heard what I need to know. Now it’s time for bed,” I said as I finished my wine and stood. “I need some more time to think about what you did to me.” Then I turned away and walked toward the master bedroom.
As I laid in bed waiting for her, Jan finally came out of the bathroom to come into bed beside me. I still enjoyed the view of her gorgeous figure as she walked out of the bathroom, her bare slit at the top of her gorgeous legs and those tits swaying as she bent over to crawl onto the bed. She paused, propped up on her right arm and meekly asked: “Could I use your shoulder tonight?”
Normally, she’d be direct, saying with confidence she WANTS my shoulder to lay her head on me until she falls asleep. But tonight, she’s asking.
I stretched out my left arm and she smiled as she laid her head on me. Sliding her body close to cuddle, she put her left arm and hand on my chest before saying softly “I really do love you.”
“I know,” I said and paused a few seconds, then added “… and I love you, too.”
She slid her hand slowly down across my stomach to my groin and began fondling my stiffening member. Then she kissed my chest, and she began kissing her way down my body …
Aftermath
I still love my high school girlfriend and wife. Just because she had some other guy for a weekend cumming in her mouth and wherever else, doesn’t mean I’m ready to throw her out. I’ve watched her do that before with other guys at swinger parties, and I even watched her that first time with Rodger, as I fucked another woman on the same bed beside them. If I divorced Jan over the scheming and attempts to deceive me, I’d be left trying to search among the animals for a spark of intelligence in another woman. And I’d wonder if the next one would try hiding things from me. Based on my experiences with other women, I seriously doubt I could ever find one who wouldn’t lie to me about something or keep some secrets. Even Brenda, who I dated for months when I was in college, didn’t think she needed to tell me about her fetish for gangbangs.