Other Men's Wives

I'm not sure why I didn't give up on him sooner. I have never spent more time with a husband trying to figure out whether or not he wanted me to fuck his wife. Not before him. Not after. Not ever. And probably never again.  We met in an AOL chat room. Back in the day, I spent a fair amount of time hanging out in rooms with names like "Fuck my wife" or "Make my wife your slut". I still miss AOL chat. Even if I didn't connect with someone (and I often did), I heard some interesting stories, made up or otherwise.  Like a lot of guys, he messaged me outside of the group chat. Apparently, we had chatted previously when he was using a different screen name. Or so he said. It was the beginning of a series of moves on his part to cover his tracks. Rather than bore you with the details of our weeks-long conversation, I'll cut to the chase. He was a minister; a pastor of some church in a mid-sized town not too far from where I was living at the time. He was de...

If you haven't already read it, see how things began in Part One . Rick met me for lunch at a fast food place near my work site. He talked a mile a minute, trying to keep his voice low despite his obvious excitement over the previous night's events. "That was so fucking hot. We couldn't keep our hands off each other all night." I knew. I heard them fucking while I dozed off and then again when my alarm went off in the morning. She was loud, and he was enthusiastic.  "I wound up going in to work pretty late. I shouldn't have gone in at all. Jeez, I'm still hard." I did a quick glance around the room. "Try to keep your voice down, will ya?" He nodded and I continued. "It was something. I would have never imagined her like that." "Well, that's a side of her I've never exactly seen either. I don't know what it is, but something about the whole thing just ramped us both up." "New experience. It's li...

I hadn't seen Rick and Kate since their wedding. A few nights before that occasion, I saw Rick getting a blowjob from an eager stripper at his bachelor party, but other than that, he was as conservative as anyone I knew in college. He was soft-spoken, brainy, and rarely one to do anything to draw attention to himself.  When he introduced me to Kate I honestly hardly paid any attention to her. She was "cute" in that Velma from Scooby Doo way. She was nice, and fairly friendly, but not particularly sexy, she exuded the same serious intellectual vibe as Rick. They were a perfect match.  About three years after I wore an uncomfortable suit and stood in front of a church filled with strangers as they exchanged vows, work brought me to their part of the country. I reached out to him, hoping that we could get together for dinner. They insisted that I stay with them while I was there. It only took a little prodding. After all, I figured, putting the per diem in my pocket wouldn...