Hard Lesson

--This story is a continuation of the Wild Rose adventure, and involves infidelity as a theme, if that offends you, please read something else. If you enjoy this piece, please rate it accordingly. --I would also like to thank the readers who urged me to write more on this story line. I appreciate the encouragement and suggestions. Thank you! ***** Rose and Steve would have been the perfect couple, except they were both married to other people. They had everything else going for them, passion, shared hobbies, love for nature, and were well matched in their humor, wit and stamina. They spent more time with each other than each did with their own spouses. Everything was so good... It was when Rose's husband suddenly died, that they fell apart. She hadn't even told Steve, he read about it in the paper. He had thought she had needed space, so hadn't pushed her. He had texted a few times. She hadn't responded to any of them. He didn't see her at the gym at her usual tim

"I'm pretty sure I saw you in the park the other day," I wrote after Chrissy and I matched on a dating site. She responded with "ohhhh?" and a blushing emoji. "What did you see?" And suddenly I was very, very curious. What HAD I seen? I had seen a red-headed beauty dressed in black pants, a dark blue sweater, a black jacket, with earphones in and her phone in her hand. Maybe she'd been swiping on Tinder at that very moment. From what I could tell it looked like she had some lovely curves beneath that gray sweater. "What did I see?" I wrote. "I saw an incredibly gorgeous red-head looking at her phone and listening to music. I saw someone I wish I had sat next to and said hello to." "LOL soooo glad you didn't sit down next to me," she replied. "Aw, what? Why?" "Oh, not you hunny. You're a handsome devil," she wrote. "It's just that I wasn't listening to music. I wouldn't hav

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After recent forays into my wife's kinky side our relationship was better than ever. I had initially feared she would tire of me and I would be reduced to watching from the sidelines. However, I shouldn't have worried. She seemed hungrier for sex than ever. We would fuck regularly with a passion and enthusiasm I had never known. Nothing was off limits. Where before I'd have to ply her with drink to even be allowed to push a finger in her ass now she begged to be fucked anally. And she loved it hard. Seemingly the big cocks of the black guys she'd fucked had unlocked hidden depths. And I was happy to reap the rewards. I wasn't being replaced, she just loved getting laid. One night, as I lay recovering my breath after fucking her she gently stroked my chest and said, "babe?" "Yeah?" I panted. "I've been thinking...you know how you didn't mind me fucking those guys with you watching them use me?" "Didn't mind? I loved it.