Stripped and Ready

This is my lovely Marie, when she was about 20.

We had rented a motel room (as we often did before we had our own place) and I usually brought my camera to these outings. 

She has stripped off and is waiting for our friend Ron to arrive. After much begging from Ron (and Marie), I finally relented and agreed to their wishes. I remember her saying she was imagining him laying on top of her here.

Nowadays, I don't remember if I was just going to take pictures, or participate in the debauchery. (Heh heh, I never heard of cuckolding until a few years ago.) 

Unfortunately, he had car trouble that night and never made it to the motel. No matter, not too long after that we all met up at our house, as I mentioned here.

Field of Dreams

Last year I mentioned some escapades I had with my college girlfriend.

I found this photo online recently, which reminded me of those sweet times.  (This isn't us.)

 

She had long blonde hair, and looked more like this:

My Wife's Dalliances II

My wife Marie has recently found some old photos of her nude self. (Or is it that she is just now letting me see them?) These were taken by people other than me (Marie's ex-boyfriends, her girlfriends, some photos of the nude men were taken by Marie, I assume). 

 

I say "Ex-boyfriends", but in one case (that I know of) she is still seeing one of the men. He is someone I know, and they both have made (what I had assumed were fantasy) comments to me for years, saying how they would like to do each other, but I didn't realize until a few years ago that they had actually been doing something about it all that time, and even before I knew her. (I mentioned this previously.)

 

But once I found out.... well, what are you going to do? It has been going off and on for decades, so by now, I may as well just roll with it. Everybody's happy, including me (strangely enough) because I have the excitement of knowing that my wife is desirable to other men, and I know who he is and that he's not some jerk or dangerous psycho.  (I have sort of my own George Harrison/Eric Clapton thing going on, I guess.) 

 

Anyway, here are photos she took of him (and I guess he took of her). It looks like they were (are?) "workout" buddies.

Sometimes you just have to admit when the better man comes along, and let her be happy.