They’ve Been Making Love Together For Years Now….he Moved On From Bull, To Lover, To Boyfriend Within

"I mean -- we both know it's true. Ever since I started going steady with my boyfriend -- when I became sexually exclusive to him and stopped having any kind of sex with you at all -- I've thought of you much more like a friend than like and romantic partner, so yeah -- I think it makes sense to make friendzoning you official by changing your status on my facebook page. And I'm pleased that you suggested it -- because obviously I was thinking about doing it already."

To have her ask this and seeing her at his place all emotional from her feelings for him. It would be easy to say yes and make her happy. Knowing she is well taken care of and with him, each getting what they want, which is to be together. 

You messaged her in the morning after a sleepless night to ask how it went with her bull? "Good morning, how was your night with him?"

Time went by pretty slow for you all evening. Taking care of the kids, feeding them dinner, putting them to bed. Thinking about your wife out with another man, probably being fucked.

In bed you were turned on but couldn't sleep so you finally gave in and jacked off thinking about her with him. Imaging your sexy wife being fucked by another man. You even opened tumblr and porn hub looking at images of women being fucked by studs with much larger cocks than you have. Your wife has told you how much she loves the way he stretches her pussy, that his cock isn't super long, of course longer than yours, maybe 7 inches or a little more. But he is thick, and she loves that, it makes her whole body feel full and stretched when he is fucking her. His cock makes her orgasm almost immediately. She has told you he has the perfect cock for her body. So the sun is up, you watched it rise, since you couldn't sleep. You are only thinking about her. Angst and pleasure are starting to mix, it has been so long since she contacted you. You haven't heard from her since she messaged you she arrived at his house yesterday evening. It is difficult, you try not to message her, try not to interrupt her time with him. You don't want to seem desperate or needy. But you can't help it. You are desperate and needy so you message her early in the morning. You don't hear back from her. The time slows again, the hours tick off. She isn't thinking about you, yes she still loves you and is grateful you encouraged her to go to him. It is him she is thinking about though as the sun wakes her up at 8am. You were up and texting her at 6am. She feels giddy, excited. Last night was amazing. The dinner out. More than that the sex. How he fucked her right when she walked through the door. How they kissed and felt like a couple at dinner. Feeling his cock in her mouth as he drove them back to his place. The way he fucked her hard and rough as soon as they returned. How after they laid together talking, he making her giggle, her making him laugh. That comfortable connection. Then it turned into soft and passionate kissing. Long slow thrust in and out of her as they made love. His hand rested gently on her face, their eyes locked, searching each other's thoughts in the dim glow of the room. The silence between them was heavy, filled with unspoken emotions. It felt right, undeniably so. He took a chance, his voice low and filled with confidence. "God, I love you," he said, the words hanging in the air like a confession.

She paused, just for a second, caught off guard yet swept up in the passion of the moment. Her feelings for him were real, undeniable. She breathed out softly, her voice trembling with emotion. "God, I love you too," she said, before collapsing into his arms, their lips meeting in another passionate kiss.

The night unfolded like a dream, the words "I love you" spoken again and again between gasps of pleasure and quiet whispers. As the sun rose, casting light into the room, she rolled on top of him, her excitement palpable. With a big smile, she told him, "I’m so in love with you." Her body pressed against his, and they made love again.

Back at home, the hours stretched on. By 10 a.m., you still hadn’t heard from her, the kids up watching TV, your room filled with silence.

In their shared bed, they lay cuddling each other, discussing what might come next. She tracing her fingers on his chest as she spoke, her voice conflicted yet honest. "I still love him. I want to be with him. But I’m in love with you too." Her words raw, unpolished, as if she were piecing together her emotions in real-time. "Maybe we just take it a day at a time," she suggested, her eyes searching his for reassurance. "This is all so new to me."

He nodded, pulling her closer. "I understand," he said gently. "I love you. I just want to be with you as much as I can." He reminded her you are a cuckold and are into her with other men. They laughed. She placed her head on him, "but I wasn't supposed to fall in love with another man."

It wasn’t until a little after 11 that your phone finally buzzed with her message.

"An amazing night and morning! We have a lot to talk about. On my way home. Thanks for encouraging me to stay with him. I can't wait to do it again soon. Love you."