And just like that, my minds blown – where we went next? (PART 3)

And just like that, my minds blown – where we went next? (PART 3)

Stacey (my wife) and my relationship had only been enhanced by the passion in which we worked through her infidelity. It hadn’t been planned and it had briefly risked breaking us up, but what grew out of it in the weeks that followed was a reinforced belief that we wanted to be together. It only served to increase the intensity in the way we fucked, communicated and explored each other’s turn ons, boundaries and fantasies.

Stacey was very much turned on by control and power shifts during sex, we talked openly and decided that she wouldn’t go out seeking sexual opportunities, as this would possibly compromise our family set up, in the small town we lived in. Instead we carried on our role play, we pleasured each other to extremes we didn’t reach as new lovebirds or newlyweds when we first married. We also trusted one another’s judgement and if the right opportunity arose, then one of us should take it under the proviso we kept no secrets from each other, even to create evidence if it was safe to do so.

Although not directly looking for it, the next opportunity turned out to be just around the corner. Two months later, Stacey asked if she was ok to go with Amy to watch the British Open, to which I was happy for her to do, she explained she would be away for 2 nights and that Amy’s dad would drive them the 3 hours each way. Off they went and other then a few texts to touch base, I didn’t hear from Stacey again until late on the first night, she was in her room when she rang, gave me the low down on the players they’d seen, she especially liked the seniors that had been playing as they were who she looked up to growing up. This wasn’t a sexual conversation, but after a while I asked her if there were any senior players that she fancies, which led us to question how old is too old for cock, she played along and said as long as its hard enough, she’s game enough. I asked were Amy was and whether we had time for some phone sex, Stacey said that sadly she was coming up to the room shortly after she and her dad finished their drinks. I then started teasing Stacey, that she’d have to settle for Amy’s dad (Alan), Stacey laughed saying he was a bit too old at 68, though he didn’t look his age and was a nice guy, which was the problem, he was probably too nice. At that point, Amy entered the room, Stacey said her goodnights to me and hung up.

The following day was similar, a couple of texts through the day, but when Stacey rang later on, she was drunk and very chatty. Stacey explained that after Amy, Alan and herself had finished eating in the hotel, they sat with some ex pros and all got drunk together. I was excited at where this was going but was disappointed to hear that Amy was so drunk, she was causing a scene, which wasn’t really acceptable at such a nice hotel, so Stacey and Alan had brought her back upstairs, where Alan kindly offered to have Amy in his room as he expected her to be sick before too long. So leaving Amy with Alan, Stacey had come back to her room to ring me and here we were. I asked Stacey if she was tired drunk or horny drunk, which she replied ‘what do you think’ before turning on the familiar buzz of her vibrator. She told me she was closing her eyes and she wanted me to imagine and describe to her what one of the ex pros had done to her. I know she has a thing for one of the older Irish guys (Darren Clark), so I played along saying that I bet she was his type and that her story about drunk Amy was bullshit, that I bet she has just come back from Darren Clark’s room in the hotel. Stacey just sighed, as I added that I bet she had cum running out of her, filling her panties as she walked back to her room. She quickly added ‘how do you know I didn’t leave my panties as a trophy?’

Our fledgling bit of role play was interrupted by a knock at Stacey’s hotel room door, frustrated she said she better get it as it might be Amy. Leaving me on the end of the phone, Stacey answered the door. I heard him (I quickly worked out it was Amy’s dad) explain that, Amy had been sick, he ‘d helped her shower and the put her to bed, he then became embarrassed and said she was so drunk, she didn’t know who he was and was trying to grope him.