"No, no. That's not right. Your husband is waiting at home. I don't want to push it. He's a nice guy."
That's what my wife told me he has said in the past and again last night on the first day of the semester. Their schedules overlap on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. He teaches in the evening so by the time class is done the campus is nearly empty. He keeps a small apartment a few towns over from campus since his beach home is nearly 2 hours away. After his class they spend some time together and he drops her off at our home. This has been how they've gone about it for the last few years but this year the difference is I know.
My wife finds the fact that he refuses to keep her later then 10PM very amusing. I grew to like the guy when I met him so my immediate reaction was to find it considerate of him (Can you believe that?). I realized later that anyone else would think "THAT'S where he draws the line? Fucking another man's wife is OK but bringing her home late is way too disrespectful?" And yet I understood him and now somehow have even more respect for him.
I don't know what other lines he wont cross but it's clear he would rather show restraint in flaunting the relationship to keep it intact as is.
Since meeting my wife's play partner at his BBQ this summer they got together twice during the day before the school semester started this week.
It's all different then I thought it would be. When they have gone out I do get excited/nervous but for the most part it's not as big of a deal as I thought it would be. It's just something she does and I just go about my time as I would before. Possibly even more so than before when I wasn't sure.
She's definitely more at ease and showing her enjoyment comfortably. The second time they got together she mischievously asked me: "Do you think the sandals your mother got me match my dress?" She knew they did but enjoyed the little torture. She looked great of course; a short patterned summer dress with the lavender sandals my mother bought her during their vacation.
That's probably the biggest change: openly teasing me. Last weekend I wasn't feeling well. She came to bed that night and asked me if I wanted to have sex. She knew my I had been feeling nauseous. When I weakly smiled and shook my head no I got a grin with an "Awww... too bad." shrugged "I can always get it from someone else." followed by a kiss goodnight.
No matter how it's viewed I'm still a cuckold. I know that much. Whether placed respectfully or not the horns look the same but somehow acknowledging it has made them less heavy.
That's what my wife told me he has said in the past and again last night on the first day of the semester. Their schedules overlap on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. He teaches in the evening so by the time class is done the campus is nearly empty. He keeps a small apartment a few towns over from campus since his beach home is nearly 2 hours away. After his class they spend some time together and he drops her off at our home. This has been how they've gone about it for the last few years but this year the difference is I know.
My wife finds the fact that he refuses to keep her later then 10PM very amusing. I grew to like the guy when I met him so my immediate reaction was to find it considerate of him (Can you believe that?). I realized later that anyone else would think "THAT'S where he draws the line? Fucking another man's wife is OK but bringing her home late is way too disrespectful?" And yet I understood him and now somehow have even more respect for him.
I don't know what other lines he wont cross but it's clear he would rather show restraint in flaunting the relationship to keep it intact as is.
Since meeting my wife's play partner at his BBQ this summer they got together twice during the day before the school semester started this week.
It's all different then I thought it would be. When they have gone out I do get excited/nervous but for the most part it's not as big of a deal as I thought it would be. It's just something she does and I just go about my time as I would before. Possibly even more so than before when I wasn't sure.
She's definitely more at ease and showing her enjoyment comfortably. The second time they got together she mischievously asked me: "Do you think the sandals your mother got me match my dress?" She knew they did but enjoyed the little torture. She looked great of course; a short patterned summer dress with the lavender sandals my mother bought her during their vacation.
That's probably the biggest change: openly teasing me. Last weekend I wasn't feeling well. She came to bed that night and asked me if I wanted to have sex. She knew my I had been feeling nauseous. When I weakly smiled and shook my head no I got a grin with an "Awww... too bad." shrugged "I can always get it from someone else." followed by a kiss goodnight.
No matter how it's viewed I'm still a cuckold. I know that much. Whether placed respectfully or not the horns look the same but somehow acknowledging it has made them less heavy.
