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I awoke at four thirty just as I had done the previous three mornings. I quietly slipped out of bed and tipped toed out of the bedroom so as not to disturb my sleeping wife. I carefully closed the bedroom door and padded up the stairs to the loft. I took my seat in front of the computer and signed in as "oldflame". My hands were trembling and my heart was racing when I heard "you have mail". As I hoped it was from "dblack". This was my second email exchange since I entered his name in google and got his email address. Here was my chance to learn every intimate detail of a four year old affair. These details will be told to me by one of the participants. The other participant was sleeping in the bedroom downstairs.

Dana and I met five years ago when I was hired as vice president of sales for a leasing company in Boston. Dana was the office manager. Neither of us would say that it was love at first sight but she was certainly attractive and she had a great little body. I was ending my very bad marriage to a woman I had gotten pregnant fifteen years ago. Dana was involved in a multiple year relationship with someone I never met.

Over the course of the first year on the job, my divorce became final. My former wife took my son and moved to California over my strong objections. At some point during that year Dana and her lover broke up and we became pretty good friends. One Friday, a little after five o'clock, Dana asked if I would like to see her new apartment. We went to her apartment and became much more than friends. The first time I saw her naked I fell in lust. From that point on we saw each other several nights a week and almost every day at work.

When we became committed lovers she told me about the other men who had been in her life. There were three relationships that lasted from two to five years. While she cared about these men she never lived with them or considered marrying them. In addition, there were a couple of vacation flings that meant nothing

One other brief affair happened just before our relationship began. I knew Duane because he was a computer programmer who worked for the company that did our data processing. He was Dana's age but that was the only thing that seemed to match up. He was kind of short and a little pudgy. His looks were average if you were inclined to be generous with your definition of average.

One of Dana's most endearing qualities is her complete honesty. This honesty disappeared when it came to discussing Duane.
Her normal openness just vanished and was replaced by anger when I asked any questions about the affair. Dana was candid when we talked about the other three men who had been sexually important in her life but Duane was off limits. This was the only bone of contention between us. We shared each other's interests and truly enjoyed everything we did together including very frequent love making. Our affair progressed from lovers to living together and finally to marriage. These years were the happiest of my life.

The one cloud that hung over this sublime time was my suspicion that there was a lot more to the Duane story than I knew. This suspicion grew to an obsession for no apparent reason. Duane moved to Houston shortly after they first got together. I was sure Dana and Duane had not contacted each other in years. No matter, the obsession continued to grow and thus I began my emails.

I had some information that would help me pretend to be Dana. She told me that they first got together when the data processing company put on a seminar. Duane was one of the speakers. The seminar was held in a downtown hotel and lasted two days. The night they stayed at the hotel they had dinner together and several drinks. He asked her to come to his room for a night cap and they ended up screwing. They got together a few more times over the next couple of weeks before Duane moved to Houston. She visited him down there on one occasion. They actually ended up in New Orleans. Duane had a Cessna and Dana loved to fly. She told me they had separate rooms and did not have sex on the weekend trip. I found that very hard to believe. My last piece of information was based on some remarks Dana made when she was tipsy. Duane was very well endowed.

In my first email, pretending to be Dana, I said that I googled him and was surprised to find his email address. I wrote about the people we knew from business. I said that I thought of him quite often. If I had been casting a fishing line the resulting strike would have pulled me out of the boat. The return email was a full page bringing me up to date on his life, career, and physical well being. Mostly he gushed that it was so wonderful that I remembered him and that we were back in touch. This fish wanted to jump into the boat. I didn't give a damn about his life. I wanted to know what the hell my wife found in this nerd.

The following is a summary of the forty some emails that went back and forth over a month's time. I have edited out the boring junk and concentrated on the parts that actually affect my obsession.

Oldflame: Hubby has been having a little trouble in the bedroom lately and I guess it made me think of how you could perform. How many times do you think we made love?

Dblack: Over the months we made love I would guess about forty times. We rarely had sex just one time a session. You could always get me ready for seconds in about thirty minutes. I remember several thirds and fourths.

Oldflame: What do you remember about our first night together?

Dblack: The first surprise was that you suggested we have a nightcap in your room. The next surprise was how beautiful your naked body looked and felt. The funniest thing was when you saw my erection and said that cock will never fit inside me. But it sure did and more than once that night.

Oldflame: What do you remember most about our sex?

Dblack: The way you handled my penis and balls. You could drive me crazy with your hands and mouth. That little pussy was the best I have ever had. You were always juicy and tight as hell. I also loved the way you would talk while having intercourse.

Oldflame: When I gave you head did you like to come in my mouth?

Dblack: I really did and I would make sure you got your orgasm by my sucking your clit.

Oldflame: How about the times we spent in shower and tubs?

Dblack: We had some great times in your bathtub. There was one shower that ended with you bent over 90 degrees. Your hands were on the sides of the tub. I could just bang away doggie style for about ten minutes.

Oldflame: You seemed to like doggie style and you were big enough to carry it off. Was that your favorite?

Dblack: My favorite was with you on top. I could penetrate the deepest in that position, but I was always up for a little doggie. I also loved sixty-nine when we were on our sides.

Oldflame: What do you remember of our trip to New Orleans?

Dblack: Probably the greatest three days of my life. We had the best sex, the best food, and the best music. Steve and I talk about it all the time.

Oldflame: Do you think hubby knew we were screwing while I was dating him?

Dblack: I have no idea but our last time together is a bitter sweet memory. When you told me that you wouldn't cheat after you committed to live together my little world fell apart.

Oldflame: Were you jealous?

Dblack: Not really. I knew you wouldn't want me as a husband or even a boy friend. I didn't fit your image or style. But I knew that we had great sex.

Oldflame: We did have that. We better end before hubby finds out about this.

That pretty much sums up our intercourse. (Pun intended) So now what could I do about it? Obviously Dana told me some very big lies and I would like to confront her. They made love over forty times including a week before we started living together. And who the hell was Steve? The crap about how I was her best lover really galls now that I know the truth. The stupid lie about the time in New Orleans didn't even have a purpose. The strangest thing was I had an overwhelming desire to actually see them fuck.

I knew that if she found out about the emails she would be as mad as hell. But I was already as mad as hell so I decided to put the emails in a place where she would eventually find them. I put them in a slim, white three ring binder and put it on a shelf in our closet. Three days later she found the binder and she was waiting for me when I returned from playing racket ball. Furious would not begin to describe her mood.

The following is my recollection of the discussion we had that day.

She said" what the hell right do you have to go into my personal history and past relationship? You are a sick bastard!"

I have the right to know if you were telling me the truth about Duane and I found out that you weren't.

I did tell you the truth. We had an affair for a few months before I got completely involved with you.

Did you read the emails?

Yes, I read the emails.

You had sex about forty times, and you were screwing him while you were dating me.

I doubt it was forty times. He moved to Houston a few weeks after the first time. We only got together when he came up here on business. I was dating Duane before we started seeing each other. I stopped seeing him when I fell in love with you and thought you fell in love with me. There might have been a brief overlap when we were just dating. You could have been seeing other women. I could have lived with that.

What was all this crap about how I was the best lover you ever had. Why did you have to tell that whopper?

You were my best lover because I loved you more than any other man I was ever with. That made our lovemaking special. I liked Duane but sex was all we ever had. Sex is only part of what we have together. There is a big difference between having sex and making love.

I never knew you were into giving head and fondling balls like you were with him.

Sometimes I gave him head because it hurt to screw.

You weren't too sore to fuck him standing up in a bath tub.

I don't remember that. I am not saying it didn't happen but I don't remember it.

He sure as hell does.

These emails are only his memories not mine. Mine are quite different.

Like your story about New Orleans is a lot different than his. Why did you lie to me about that escapade? Who the hell is Steve?

Steve is Duane's brother. We visited him in New Orleans.

Did you fuck him too?

You are disgusting. Do you want a divorce over my sleeping with a guy before we got together?

I don't want a divorce but there is something I do want. I want to watch the two of you fucking.

Are you crazy? How the hell would that happen?

Send him a message that I found the emails and I was going nuts. Tell him you are afraid that I will leave you. Tell him that the only thing that might end this is if I can watch the two of you screw. Say that I will send him a ticket to fly to Boston. We will meet him in a room at the airport hotel. The only rule is that he wears a condom when you fuck.

How will my screwing Duane in front of you solve your problem with us?

You said there is a difference between making love and having sex. I want to see the difference.

He will never agree to this nonsense.

Yes he will.

And, of course, he did agree. So Dana and I checked into room 369 at about four in the afternoon three Saturdays later. Duane's flight was due in at five. When he got off the plane he would call my cell phone to get the room number. I brought a bottle of vodka and we had a drink as we sat in silence watching the TV. Dana looked great in a blue summer dress that showed off her little breasts and beautiful ass. I don't know which one of us was more anxious but I never had a worse case of butterflies in my entire life.

First the phone call and then about fifteen minutes later the knock on the door. I opened it and there was Duane Black just as I remembered him. He was about five feet nine with a bit of a gut. It wasn't like Warren Beatty was coming to have sex with my wife. He entered the room and Dana came over and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I offered him a drink but he refused. I told him that I was aware that this was an awkward moment and standing around talking would just make it worse. Why not just take off your clothes, jump into the shower and go from there. They agreed and they took off their clothes and put them in the closet.

The shower curtain was only half pulled closed so I could sit on the commode and enjoy a full view of them. They were quite a contrast. She was slim, toned and tanned and he was pasty white and lumpy. The first thing Dana said was to be careful not to get her hair wet. Here she was naked with a man in a shower with her husband watching and the first thought is getting her hair wet. When they started to soap up he reached for her breasts and she went right for his cock. I must say it was huge. It responded to her soapy hands almost immediately. The shower ended after he pretty much felt every inch of Dana's wonderful body. She had given him an enormous erection. They toweled each other dry and headed for the bed. On their way he whispered something that made her laugh and say OK.

I pulled the chair to within two feet of the bed and sat down. Duane lay down on his back with his big erection sticking in the air. Dana straddled his head making her pussy available to his mouth and tongue. She lay on his body and started sucking his cock and playing with his balls. They kept this up for a while. Finally Dana said let's fuck. As he fumbled with the condom she reached into her purse that was on the nightstand. Out came a tube of KY gel that she put in herself and then lathered on Duane's swollen dick. Once they were fully lubricated he put a pillow under her ass and mounted her. I was amazed she was able to take in the entire member. He started his strokes slowly and she was making soft moaning sounds. Dana legs were on Duane's shoulders. He picked up the pace as his thrusts came much faster. The moaning sounds got louder. She said" harder, faster". The harder and faster turned into" yes, yes "as she had her orgasm. He came a minute later. He rolled off of her. They were both on their backs with beads of sweat on their bodies.

I was stunned by Dana's sheer joy in getting fucked by this guy. The truth was he could have been in a porno flick. I couldn't sort out my feelings but I had the urge to just touch Dana. Before I could reach her she got up and went into the bathroom. A few minutes later she emerged with a wet wash cloth and a towel. She removed the condom and washed his penis and balls. She said "rest up because I want that thing in me again and soon". He said he might need a little help. She laughed and returned to the bathroom.

This time she came out with a towel wrapped around her waist. She pored herself a drink and sat on the edge of the bed. I was struck that neither of them paid the slightest attention to me. It was as though I wasn't there. When she finished her drink she stretched out on the bed and put her head on Duane's stomach facing his genitals. Her right hand began playing with his balls and she moved her head very close to the tip of his prick. Then she stuck out her tongue to lick the tip of his cock. It didn't take long for him to respond and as he started to get hard he asked her to suck on him. She moved her head lower on his body so she could suck the head of his penis while stroking the shaft. When he started to make soft moans she stopped and got a condom and the gel. Now it was her turn to mount him. He tried to touch her tits but she pushed his hand away and told him to concentrate on the screwing. The ride lasted a long time and it was obvious she was having waves of little orgasms. Finally he came and his whole body went limp. She rolled off of him. They were both completely spent.

It was now after eight o'clock and I was ready to call it a night. I made myself a drink and let them rest for a time. Dana was lying on her side and she had pulled a sheet up to her breasts. Duane was lying flat on his back and was not covered at all. I went over to Dana and touched her face. I whispered" I think it is time to go." She bolted straight up and said"no it is not time to go, this is a once in a lifetime event and you are going to get your money's worth".

She sat on the side of the bed and told Duane to stand in front of her. Her hands were on his balls. His cock was in her mouth. He had two orgasms in about three hours but he started responding as usual. He held her head in both of his hands and moved it back and forth as though he were fucking her mouth. The erection hit full size in a few minutes. Dana slipped on his condom. She handed him the lube. She then went to the dresser and looked into the mirror. She put her hands on the edge of the dresser, spread her legs and bent over to about 90 degrees. She looked in the mirror at Duane. She said "you always begged to fuck my ass, now do it." He put gel on his dick and in Dana's anus. Then he tried to insert his cock in that tiny orifice. The head went in but she was much too small to accept the whole penis. He got about half of his cock into her ass. This was enough for him to start fucking. He started thrusting hard and fast.

I could see Dana's face in the mirror and it was contorted in pain. Surely this wasn't what she wanted. This wasn't sex it was torture. I told Duane to stop because he was hurting her. He just kept banging away and I doubt he even heard me. I grabbed his shoulders from behind and pulled him away from Dana. He started to struggle but when he saw my face he just said he was sorry and he went into the bathroom. I put my arms around Dana's shoulders and held her naked body tightly to me. She looked up at me and there were tears in her eyes. She said" thank you for stopping that." I asked her what she was trying to prove. She said "this is what you wanted and I gave it to you."

Duane came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist and Dana took her clothes out of the closet and went into the bathroom where she quickly got dressed. If the first moments were awkward, the last were worse. Dana told Duane goodbye and thanked him for coming. I said goodbye but we didn't shake hands.

We were in the car on the way home when Dana asked me if our marriage was over. I said no it has really just begun. I knew that you could have sex without love and love without sex but when you had them together why would you ever give that up. I knew we had both.

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