Happy Wife, Happy Life

By Paul S. Forrester

When a shy wife is asked out to dinner by a new man at her office, she obviously tells him no.

But she hadn’t expected her best friend to not only tell the wife’s husband, but to persuade him to agree to her going on the date.

After the husband sees how happy the first date makes her, he can’t say no when she asks him If she can go on a second date, then a third...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Paul S. Forrester
• Release date: Jun 6, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005886813

Paul S. Forrester

I'm an English guy who enjoys writing erotica, and specialises in subjects that society considers taboo. I find it interesting to explore how different people might react to given situations, especially if it challenges normality.I try to keep a little humour in my work, too. Reading fiction should always be fun, as well as sometimes thought provoking and hopefully, exciting too.

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Happy Wife, Happy Life

By Paul S. Forrester.

When a husband's priority is for his wife to be happy. no matter what

When a shy wife is asked out to dinner by a new man at her office, she obviously tells him no. But she hadn’t expected her best friend to not only tell the wife’s husband, but to persuade him to agree to her going on the date. After the husband sees how happy the first date makes her, he can’t say no when she asks him If she can go on a second date, then a third…

A long, slow moving and romantic tale told from the Husband’s perspective who only wants happiness for his wife, even if it involves another man.

Themes: Gradual and consensual cuckolding, teasing, anticipation, romance, mild interracial.

Chapter 1 – Something changes

I could see Susie was worried about something. We’d been through a lot in our twelve years of marriage and I knew her moods and body language pretty well by now.

What’s up? Something’s bothering you, I asked as we lay together in bed, talking about our days. It was our habit to chat through the day’s events, both work and social.

Oh, nothing, just a little thing at work I’m trying to work out how to handle.

Is it something I can help with? Do you want to talk about it?

It's nothing, Babe. Just a work thing. Honestly. Let's go to sleep.

I let it go. Susie has a history of depression, and through our marriage I’ve come to dread the dark times when she thinks she’s worthless. Nothing I say can change her mind and at times she’s slipped quickly into clinical depression, needing months of medication to restore her balance. Those times are unhappy ones for us both. Whilst the medication removes much of the worst negative thoughts and I believed had kept her alive at times, it also removes the more pleasurable highs. Sometimes living with her was like walking on eggshells, but when she was medicated it was like living with someone who never fully woke up.

Over the years we’ve both learned to be positive about all things in order to keep the happy times going if we can and so I’m pretty sensitive to the early signs of another episode. I hoped I wasn’t seeing the start of another one now, but Susie clearly didn’t want to talk about it. I respected her privacy and trusted her completely so didn’t press her for answers. She had a problem at work, and I thought she would ask for my help when she needed it.

I woke a couple of hours later to the sound of movement. I lay still as the bed gently shook. It took me some time to realise that Susie was masturbating next to me. She was trying to be stealthy, but even in the darkness the rhythm was unmistakeable, let along the slight gasps.

This was very unusual for Susie, I’d never known her to masturbate even when I asked her to. She was always very shy and ‘proper’, quite an old-fashioned girl in most ways. When we made love, it was always me who instigated it and I felt like I had to persuade her each time. I’d put this down to different sex drives so this was a surprise to learn she apparently liked a bit of self-love as much as the next person.

I felt my cock begin to rise as I lay alongside listening to the soft, secret noises and wondered why she hadn't wanted me enough to wake me. Any man would feel privileged to be woken by a beautiful woman making love to them.

I felt my wife arch her back mere inches away, gasping the single syllable, John… as she reached her climax. She held herself in a stress position as the endorphins flowed through her body, savouring the chemical release. Susie gradually relaxed back into the mattress and sighed contentedly, still not aware, or not caring, that she'd woken me. Within seconds her breathing changed, and I knew she was asleep.

One thought played over and over in my mind as I lay in darkness next to her, Who the fuck is John?

Chapter 2 – The Admirer

A few days later I learned who John was.

Susie and I were out with Stef and Josh, our closest friends. The two ladies worked at the same office