Re: So near, yet so far.

I’m writing this, mainly as a distraction for myself. The reason being is that my wife just called me let me know that everything is going perfectly on her 2nd date with the Portuguese man that I wrote about on here previously.  After a little wining and dining, they are just about have dessert….in their hotel room. That’s how well things are going for us all.

The build up to this repeat coupling has taken me a little bit by surprise.  After my wife’s first date success, it was looking like business as usual.  That being that her date would be gently given the boot and then blocked in every way possible from further communication with her, only this time, on reflection and further discussion with me it was decided that this particular bridge wasn’t going to be burned.  

Surprise surprise if after the first date there wasn’t a lot of attempts by Jo (we’ll call him) to keep things burning between him and my wife.  This I thought was surely going to get him a slammed door in his face but my wife, masterfully brought the situation into line with her early plans.  If a repeat meet was going to happen then he was going to have to play a longer game and a game made with the rules that my wife made and the first rule was about being perfectly honest with him about our home life.  

Right from the word “go”, there was always a nagging feeling that Jo hadn’t really grasped what WE were offering and that may have been down to some marginal language barriers.  We think that Jo may have been under the impression that our relationship status was perhaps married but separated but still good friends-that-occasionally-have-candle-lit-meals-in-restaurants-together or that we were just friends when he met us on that night at his place of work?  I know that the first impression I just gave was a bit whack but you have to cover all the bases.  So my wife started off with some very strong hints about being decidedly un-vanilla in the bedroom which then led on to telling him that her relationship with me was stronger than ever.  We waited for his responses and to the first confession, he seemed quite OK with things.  Such a response made things much easier when it came to telling Jo about second confession, which again, he seemed to take in his stride.  He could have possibly run a mile after hearing the story but he didn’t and so my wife then began controlling the pace of communications between them.  If he contacted her, she would make him wait a little for her response.  She would keep things very superficial in terms of what was said and so on. 

Over the course of the next three weeks, things seemed to settle down to a very steady pace.  They made initial plans to meet last weekend but Jo fell ill so they penciled this weekend into their diaries for the return meet.  This time, it was decided by my wife that things would be hotel based, giving neutrality to proceedings.  Previously, upon waking up at Jo’s place the morning after the night before and having no car meant she felt a little trapped in circumstances.  Especially as he lived a good distance away from our town.  On hearing about this new arrangement I caved in and at an oppertune moment, I peeked at my wife’s phone to get an idea about how things had been going.  I didn’t have to go sneaking about.  Had I asked her to show me, she would’ve let me but I didn’t want to crowd her at such an early stage of things. Anyway, what I discovered was enough to get my dick stirring in my boxers! Quite a lot of flirting AND a few photo’s had been sent between them and I’m not talking about family photo’s either! 

So here I am at home while my wife is having great sex with a guy who she finds very attractive too………again!  As an organic process, we have to take each small and large event as they come.  But we must also try and look at all eventualities , both good and bad and steer our ship around them the best way that we can and that is by continuing to talk with each other often and in a frank manner.  Right now though, it’s 00:20am GMT and I’m experiencing one of the greatest sensations a cuckold can and that is angst. Angst at not being able see or hear my wife’s moans of passion at the hands of another man.  Maybe one day.