Acts of Infidelity – Libby’s Lover – Part 1

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This story initially felt like a fantasy, as do so many of the tales I am sent by male readers, but as I chatted with ‘Mike’ more and more, online and by then phone, I started to believe it was real and to enjoy it considerably.There are so many aspects of his narrative that ring true. Mike himself comes over as honest and open, if a less faithful husband than most wives would want. But then I am in no position to pass judgement on other people’s fidelity.In the end, and by way of final proof, he showed me photographs of the two couples involved, separately and in normal social surroundings. Then he showed me – very securely – a picture of the two main protagonists in a situation which can only be described as extremely compromising.It was taken without the knowledge of the other party and is apparently one of only a handful of pieces of incriminating evidence in existence. They have been very careful.The story is Mike’s, the words are mine. All the names have been changed but the events are exactly as he told me they happened.I hope you enjoy it.***Libby is the prettiest of my wife’s many friends. A little taller than most, with a curvy figure, a sweet, pretty face, green eyes and shoulder-length hair of a colour that depending on the light, varies between pale red and blonde, there is a soft femininity about her that appeals to the old-school gentleman in a man’s soul.I defy anyone, male or female, not to find both her and her rather shy personality very attractive.What makes her appeal even stronger it that, alongside this sweetness lies a distinct but low-key sexiness; an aura of fertility that is entirely unintentional, but no less powerful for that; an unspoken promise of warm, deeply satisfying physical pleasure for the rare few lucky enough to experience it.It is a promise on which she delivers in abundance. I know this better than most because, with her husband’s full knowledge and grudging approval, for the last three years, I have been Libby’s lover.My wife Jane and I first met Libby and her long-time partner James over twenty years ago. It was at a fourth of July party organised by American friends we met through the junior school that our two children attended.As friends of friends, we got on well in an undemanding, casual way and over the coming years, got to know each other better by being at many of the social events that punctuate life when your kids are growing up.Despite having lived together for many years and having two school-age children, Libby and James are not married. I knew through my wife that Libby was not happy about this; coming from rural farming stock, marriage was expected and she pointedly uses her maiden name at all times as if to make it clear that any lack of commitment on was on her partner’s side, not her own.Just why James refuses to take this last step into matrimony remains unclear. Maverick by nature and background, he is still good looking and can charm most of our circle of friends, male or female.James played in a band in his past – still does in fact – and is rumoured to have been pretty wild in his youth until brought up short by the discovery of a genetic heart defect. Indeed, there were rumours that he still had a long-standing relationship with another woman somewhere nearby but despite all that has happened, I have never been close enough to him to find out the truth.Jane and I used to meet each other at parties and events organised by mutual friends rather than being close friends with them ourselves. We got on well though when we did meet, and for me, it was always a delight to have Libby to myself for chat, however brief.Now let me say right now that before my arrangement with Libby, I had been faithful to my wife Jane throughout our marriage. I am a fairly good-looking guy and have always found women easy to get on with, so over the years more than one opportunity to stray had come my way, but I had never taken up any of them.Jane is a lovely person to live with. She is mid-height, has a fuller figure than she would like and a heart-warmingly pretty face, but the truth is that she has never really enjoyed sex and has tried to avoid it most of our marriage.Apart from in the first years of our relationship, she has never been adventurous in bed and has always expected me to do the work. As our kids arrived, her interest waned further and when she became menopausal, her libido collapsed, and our couplings grew rarer and rarer until the last ten years where an entire year of sexual encounters could be counted on the fingers of one hand. And even those copulations had become very perfunctory, with no real participation on her part.Of necessity, my own libido had moderated a little over the years but as with most married couples, there was still a significant mismatch. I don’t offer this as an excuse for what happened. Still, until the events of this story, I had no intention of finding another sexual outlet – other than those that can be enjoyed in private and online.These I still quietly enjoy, as my telling this story to Jenny makes obvious.I suppose for me, the story begins with a dinner party at James and Libby’s house.It was Saturday night and we were two of six guests. Although Jane had visited Libby’s house many times, it was my first visit, so we were both pleased and surprised to be invited. The evening passed well; to my delight, I was placed between Libby and Cathy, a tall, slender friend of my wife’s from the same social circle to which Jane and I were peripheral. Jane herself was placed between our host James and Cathy’s husband.I was pleased they would keep her entertained well throughout the evening.The food was excellent; Libby is known to be a good cook and was so well organised that she was only occasionally absent from my side. For me, this wasn’t an issue, I enjoyed talking to both my companions but of course made the almanbahis most of our hostess while she was present.I have to say that I enjoyed the evening enormously. Both Cathy and Libby were bright, interesting people as well as being attractive, though I have to admit I did address the majority of my attention to the fuller, prettier golden-haired figure on my right.Every so often, I would look across to make sure Jane wasn’t being neglected or bored by the two men either side of her, but she looked happy and in her element all evening.As we left, we shook hands or kissed our hosts goodnight as usual. Libby offered her cheek in a perfectly normal way, but as he took my hand in his, her husband leaned in slightly and said under his breath.“Can I call you next week? I have an idea you might be interested in.”“Of course,” I replied. “I’m free Monday and Tuesday afternoon if either of those suits you?”I thought there was a strange, almost pained expression on his face. Libby must have thought so too because she was watching him intently as he spoke to me.***The rest of the weekend passed as normal doing household and family things. By Monday lunchtime, I had all but forgotten James’ parting words, so it was a surprise when just before three o’clock, my phone rang with a number I did not recognise.“Hello! Mike here,” I answered.“Mike! It’s James. Are you free to talk?”“James? Oh, James!” I replied, quickly recalling his words. “How are you? How’s Libby? We had a lovely time on Saturday. Thank you so much.”“It was our pleasure. I mean it. It was great to have you two around. And especially nice to have you for the first time.”We chatted for few minutes about inconsequential stuff then James directed the conversation towards the main reason for his call. I could tell by the changing tone of his voice that he had moved into a more serious mode.“You remember I said I had a proposition to talk to you about?”“Yes,” I replied. “An idea you said. A business idea I assume?”As an investor, it wasn’t unusual for friends to ask my advice on opportunities they were presented with. I never invested in friends’ businesses – that way lies mutual unhappiness – but I was always willing to offer my own perspective.“Actually, no,” James said. “Not business at all. It’s more… personal.”I settled back in my office chair.“Tell me…”There was a pause as if my friend was trying to think how to start.“It’s quite an unusual idea,” he eventually began. “And I hope I can trust you to keep it private.”“Of course,” I replied, intrigued.“It’s not an easy thing to talk about,” he began slowly and hesitatingly as if about to convey some embarrassing news. “But you know about my heart issues, don’t you?” He laughed self-deprecatingly. “Everyone knows about them; I’ve talked about it enough.”I did of course and said so with the appropriate level of concern and sympathy.“Well, I’ve been on some heavy-duty medication for years and I’ve just been told I will probably be on it for the rest of my life.”“I’m sorry to hear that,” I replied, genuinely concerned.“That’s okay,” he grinned. “The meds are working and I’m still alive and kicking. The problem is that these drugs come with some equally heavy-duty side effects.”He was speaking slowly and meaningfully as if leading up to something big.“One of those side effects is that I suffer badly from… erectile dysfunction.”“I’m really sorry to hear that,” I frowned, wondering why he was telling me this most intimate fact.“The truth is, that I haven’t been able to get it up at all for over three years. It’s likely that I will be on these meds for life and never will get it up again. Libby and I haven’t had a proper sex life ever since and it’s started to affect our marriage.”“I… I don’t know what to say,” I told him both truthfully and inadequately.“You don’t need to say anything. Just hear me out. This isn’t easy for me.”I could well imagine but still wondered why he wanted me to know now.“She’d hate it if she knew I was telling you this, but Libby has a very high libido.”I laughed.“Can Jane come and stay with her for a bit? Some of it might rub off.”He laughed too, but hollowly.“It’s not as big a bonus as you might think,” he told me. “If a woman needs sex and her man cannot even penetrate let alone satisfy her, then their marriage is under threat. And Libby has been far from satisfied for years now.”I raised an eyebrow in silent question. There was a long pause.“She and I have talked it over many times,” he continued. “She assures me it doesn’t matter, but we both know it matters a lot. We’ve tried every kind of assistance we can find; every kind of medication, every kind of device but nothing has worked. Either the erection meds conflict with my heart meds or they just don’t work at all. The devices get us partway but they’re no substitute for the real thing.”He paused as if telling me all this had been traumatic for him, which no doubt it had. It can’t be easy for a husband to tell any other man that he was incapable of making love with his wife, but why he felt to need to tell me was still a mystery.“With Libby’s libido always unsatisfied and me feeling inadequate, the tension between us has become unbearable; we’re both permanently frustrated, and it’s led to some pretty big rows. Okay, they are usually sparked by something trivial, but we both know what the real cause is.”“I’m so sorry, James,” I commiserated.I wasn’t sure how my own marriage would survive a complete and permanent absence of sex. Jane would probably love it, but how would I cope?But he hadn’t finished.“Anyway, once we learned that an operation was not possible and that I would be on strong medication permanently, we decided that the strain on us was too much. It wasn’t fair for Libby to be forced into celibacy for the rest of her life because of my condition. It was putting our relationship at serious risk.”I could almanbahis yeni giriş well imagine but was still unsure where this was going.“We talked it through more times than I can count and explored all kinds of alternatives before coming to a conclusion.”I half expected him to tell me that they were going to separate, but apparently, that wasn’t his plan.“You and I have known each other a long time,” he continued as if changing the subject.This was true; we hadn’t known each other well, but we had certainly been casual friends for at least two decades.“I’ve always liked you and I think you like me too, so I’m asking if I can trust you to keep what I’m about to tell you completely confidential?”“Of course, you can,” I replied, surprised.He took another deep breath before delivering the astonishing news.“We’ve decided that for the sake of our marriage, Libby needs to have a real male sexual outlet. She needs to have someone in her life who can give her the physical aspects of marriage that I can’t provide any longer.”I was stunned; was my friend really telling me that he had agreed his wife should have sex with someone else?“That’s right,” he confirmed in a wavering voice. “I know it sounds strange, but we’ve decided that Libby should have a lover.”I must have looked astounded because he followed on immediately.“A lover, Mike. A friend with benefits; a fuck-buddy.”“Jesus, James…”“We talked about using escorts,” he continued. “We even tried it once, but Libby didn’t enjoy having sex with a stranger even if it was good physically. And paying for it made her feel dirty afterwards.”My mouth fell open at this news. Our friends had paid for sex? But James still hadn’t finished.“Libby’s an old-fashioned girl; in her book, sex and affection are two sides of the same coin. If it’s going to work for her, she needs to do it with someone she knows and cares about; someone she can connect with; someone she finds attractive and who she knows feels the same about her. Above all, she needs someone that we both know and both trust.”There was a long pause.“We would like that person to be you.”You could have knocked me down with a feather.“You mean you want me to…”“We want you to become Libby’s regular, and completely discreet lover, Mike.”“I… um… I don’t know what to say…”“I know it sounds weird, but I mean it. We mean it. To be completely unambiguous, we want you to come here every time Libby needs you and have sex with her. Can I put it any clearer than that?”He couldn’t, and despite the shock, I finally understood what was being asked, although I still did not believe it.“But what about Jane?” I asked. “I’m married and…”“Jane needn’t ever know,” James replied earnestly. “It’s not as if Libby and I want to make our problem public knowledge, is it? We can both keep secrets – we’ve kept my problem secret enough for years, haven’t we?”That was indeed true. I thought for a moment.“Why me? I mean I’m hugely flattered – and astonished – but I don’t see why you want it to be me.”James paused before replying.“To be honest, it wasn’t that difficult a decision. Not compared with the decision that she should have a lover in the first place. Libby needs to find the man attractive but also to get on well with him. You scored on both those fronts. Libby has always sort of fancied you and we’ve always known that you have a bit of a thing for her, so that ticked most of the boxes.”Had it really been that obvious that I fancied Libby? For a moment I wondered who else had noticed, but James was carrying on.“It couldn’t be a close friend; not someone we saw often. It would be far too awkward for all of us if we were always at the same social events. There’s going to be a sexual frisson between you; sooner or later someone would notice. You know what the girls are like.”I certainly did. At least two of my wife’s close friends thrived on scandal, real or imagined.“You scored there as well; we know you two and like you both, but we’re not always in each other’s houses.”“Libby and Jane are in the same Book Club,” I pointed out, concerned.“That’s true, but neither you nor I go there. It’s not as if you and Libby would be bumping into each other all the time and having to pretend nothing was going on.”It made logical sense, if you ignored the outrageousness of the whole idea.“You asked us round for dinner,” I said, still trying to cope with the magnitude of my friend’s proposal.“That was the final test,” he grinned. “Last weekend’s meal was the final check to make sure she was happy. The two of you got on well, she flirted, you flirted back. There was a genuine spark between you, and she was happy. We agreed I should call you this week and, well, ask you to help us.”There was another pause before he spoke again.“So, Mike, are you prepared to come here and regularly fuck my wife?”***Unsurprisingly, the question dominated my thoughts for the next few days. The whole idea was wrong on so many fronts; apart from being asked to make my friend a cuckold, James was also asking me to cheat on my own wife for the first time since our marriage.Oblivious to the many thoughts running around my brain, Jane went on with life as usual, which meant without sex of any kind. I had all but given up on trying recently, but in an attempt to placate my conscience, I made a series of attempts at initiating intimacy from the subtle hint to the full-on demand. All were rebuffed politely but firmly.My wife’s vagina was to remain off-limits to me for the foreseeable future.After a week of failure after failure, eventually, I decided enough was enough, picked up the phone and dialled a familiar number.“James’ phone!”“Hi. It’s Mike.”“Yes, Mike?”There was tension in the pause that followed before I took a deep breath and told him my decision.“If you’re really sure you both want it, and you promise you’ll keep it secret from Jane, then okay. almanbahis giriş I’ll do it.”“Are you sure?” James said sarcastically then seemed to change his mind and added. “Sorry, I’m being bitter.”“It’s okay,” I replied. “I can’t imagine how hard it must be for you.”“I do appreciate it. I know it’s a strange thing to ask a friend. And don’t worry about Jane; we don’t want our little arrangement getting out any more than you do.”“So, what happens next?” I asked, unsure how to proceed now the outrageous agreement had been made.“I’ll talk to Libby, then I’ll either call you or send you a message when she needs you. You’ve got to delete the message straight afterwards. Remember that.”“Yes of course.”“And let’s be clear; this is just about sex, the penetrative sex she needs but I can’t deliver. Your penis in her vagina, right? I’m still perfectly capable of providing most other kinds of sex.”“I’m sure you are…” I began.“I’m not stupid enough to think the other stuff won’t go on; you’re both only human after all, but the aim of the game is for you to fuck her cunt with your cock, okay?”I was shocked at James’s crude, angry words but tried to imagine how I would feel in the same position; asking another man to provide my wife with the sex I could no longer supply.“And watch out; we don’t want you falling in love.”“O…kay,” I said, still trying to get my head around what I was being asked to do.“I’m serious, Mike. She’s a lovely, lovely girl and unless you’re really careful, you will fall badly in love with her.”I could already see the possibility of that.“Libby gets under your skin,” he continued. “And I should know. I guarantee you will fall in love with her a little, the plan can’t work without a fair bit of love on both sides. But it has to be kept under control. I don’t want either of our relationships being damaged.”“I’ll be careful,” I said automatically.“She’ll fall in love with you too,” he continued. “That’s a given, but I know how to handle that.”“Okay…”“And remember; you fucking Libby is supposed to save our marriage, not destroy yours.”***It was around nine-thirty the following Monday morning; so long after my conversation with James that I had started to wonder whether the whole thing had been some kind of strange joke. I was at my desk in the middle of a rather tense phone call with a client when my mobile phone beeped, and a message preview appeared on the screen.‘James Mobile: Tomorrow afternoon 14.00 our house. She will be alone. Can you make it?’I brought the phone call to a rapid end, hoping my client wasn’t too offended then stared at the message gobsmacked. My heart was thumping in my chest as the realisation struck and my cock immediately hardened in my trousers.It was actually going to happen!My hands were shaking as I typed the brief reply.‘I will be there,’ and then as an afterthought, added. ‘Thank you.’There was no reply.I sat back in my office chair and started out of the window wondering what had just happened.Had I really just agreed to cheat on my wife for the first time and to fuck one of her friends with her husband’s full agreement?To my amazement, the answer was an unequivocal yes.***It was almost impossible to behave normally that evening with everything at home going on around me as if the world hadn’t just changed. It was so difficult talking keeping up my end of a banal conversation with my wife about curtains, when the following day promised such an emotional upheaval.If I had the nerve to see it through.In the end, I was forced to make myself scarce by going for a long, slow run until the main TV programme of the evening started, and conversation became a nuisance rather than a necessity.Few words were spoken as Jane and I went to bed afterwards, both of us apparently engrossed in our reading books, though, in my case, the best I could manage was to skim the same half-page a dozen times before the light was switched off.Unsurprisingly, I didn’t sleep well either. My mind was chock-full of contradictory emotions; extreme excitement at the prospect of having sex with a very attractive, willing woman fought hard against the certain knowledge that I should not even be contemplating cheating on my wife.The battle inside me raged almost all night. Sometimes, I determined to text James as soon as it was daylight to tell him I had changed my mind; that however attractive a proposal it had been, my wife and my family had to come first.Other times, the baser, earthier side of my nature took over, filling my head with vivid images of what making love to Libby might actually be like. The thought brought massive erections that on occasion were so hard they were physically painful; certainly more than enough to prevent anything like real sleep.I lay awake, tormented until the small hours before falling into a brief, unrewarding doze.I woke, unrested an hour earlier than usual and, after making endless cups of coffee, headed off to work long before Jane would be stirring, impending guilt rendering me unable or unwilling to see her sweet face over breakfast.As I pulled into the office car park, my mind was no closer to resolving the dilemma than it had been in the night.The morning at work was a washout too, my concentration so shot to pieces that I sent the same message to three different people twice. More than once, I picked up my phone to text James and back out, but every time, my good intentions were overwhelmed by the more powerful, baser urges emanating from between my thighs.If I had been a morally stronger man, I might have fought these feelings harder but I am what I am, and when one-fifteen eventually arrived, I signed myself out for the rest of the day for ‘field visits’, climbed into my car and began the half-hour, cross country journey to the village in which my soon-to-be-lover was supposed to be waiting.The wrought iron gates were open when I arrived. I drove through them and pulled my car to a careful halt on the gravel driveway before turning off the engine. My heart was thumping even louder and my pulse racing even faster as I sat and stared at the familiar house before me.

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