An Email from the Past

This past weekend, Rebecca received an email from a former boyfriend who is also now married (and living overseas) He was her "first", and while that idea bothered me when we first got back together, it's now a distant memory. He was emailing her about local headhunters in case he was in need of a job if he came back to the city.

She mentioned his email in the spirit of being up front, and to make sure I didn't interpret the contact the wrong way. I didn't. I know she's mine now, and a lot of water has gone under that bridge, just prior to it being burned (Two cliches in one reference!) I know she has no desire for him or any other man, so it's really a non-event as far as I'm concerned.

Except.... the day she mentioned his email, she did seem strangely aroused. George was visiting, and flowing extremely heavy, so actual sex was out of the question, but all day she kept bumping into me, hugging me and nibbling at my neck. Maybe it was her perception of my reaction to the email that got her aroused (a stretch to say even mild jealousy). Maybe she felt she needed to show me more affection to compensate for the email. Maybe the email dredged up some good memories for her. In fact, I recently found out much to my pleasant surprise, that I'm not the only man who has gone down on her. (She hasn't told me who the other(s) have been).

Suffice to say, I'm extremely happy and comfortable in our marriage. If an email from an old boyfriend shakes up her psychi enough to give her libido an unexpected boost, who am I to complain?

The Power of Words

While we were on vacation, and thwarted from any "action" by the combination of kids, grandparents and Rebecca's monthly visitor, we managed to go for a couple of nice walks. During one of these walks, we were discussing other men and touching on my Hotwife fantasy. While we have no grand ambitions to make any of it a reality, we somehow got on the topic of Rebecca's relatively innocent past. I was pressing her for a little more detail. She said she has kissed somewhere between twenty and thirty guys, generally all in her early days of university.

One time in particular occurred when she was back in her hometown (city) and was out at the bar. A guy she had dated was in town and she met up with him in a bar which was conveniently located in the hotel he was staying. She's not quite comfortable yet with giving me much detail (I'll have to work on that), but they somehow ended up in his room, making out on the bed. It's not clear to me if it was during a party, or whether the two of them went up together. (Again, the detail thing). The thought of the two of them on the bed in a hotel room was extremely arousing. Keep in mind we were walking around on a public path as she was telling me this. Suffice to say, it got the blood flowing in my areas. We had to stop walking for awhile and change the subject to let my erection subside. I have hopes that in the near future, she will tell me the story in great detail while we she strokes me, or while we make love. This would be a safe way for us to explore a little, without any guilt attached.