I Watched My Wife With An Older Man 2

I posted the start of my story a week ago, and intended that was all I’d say about it. The title of it was I Watched My Wife With An Older Man. Doing that was hard enough because I was extremely frightened of being found out. I still am. That would be the end of my job, and Anna’s and my life here. To be truthful, I didn’t exactly write that part either. I had a friend do it for me, just like she’s doing with this episode. Her name is Cleo. I’ve been friends with Cleo since high school and we have no secrets from each other. She is totally beautiful but except for a few childhood games of Doctor, we’ve never been lovers – just the best of friends. That’s why I told her about my wife being fucked by that older man – and how it’d made me feel. I figured she’d call me a wimp, or worse. Most folks would, but I was surprised when she told me she had written a story like mine for another man and posted it on a website. She said it’d helped the guy deal with his feelings about it, and assured me no one could possibly find out who it was about. I knew she’d written articles for the local paper, but was still reluctant. She finally persuaded me, so I spoke into a recorder and she put it together.
I guess I should first bring everyone up to date. A few months ago I’d brought home a business client who was a friend of my boss, to stay the night. He was a big guy, older man (I found out he was sixty years old) in pretty good shape with a developing pot-belly. I’m thirty-five, Anna’s twenty-nine. That evening I’d watched in a pretended drunken sleep as he’d hit on Anna all night, primarily just to see what she’d do – if she would remain faithful. To cut to the chase, he’d ended up fucking her into a shuddering climax as I’d watched from the bathroom, cumming into a tissue. Just watching them had made me cum so hard I was weak. I’d been totally unprepared for my reaction to seeing some stranger stuff his large cock inside my wife, and I was still having trouble dealing with it. At times I was so jealous I was filled with rage. Sometimes, I jerked off into a sock just reliving it. Pretty sick, huh? Go ahead call me a wimp, a pussy. I’ve called myself worse over all this.
I never mentioned to Anna that I saw them, so she didn’t suspect, although she tried doubly hard to please me after it happened – waiting on me, hot sex sessions, the whole thing. I guess she felt guilty, but what the hell, so did I. Then the bomb shell dropped. My boss came by, congratulated me on a minor accomplishment and asked if I minded if Walt stayed a couple nights with Anna and me again. Said he’d raved about how much he’d enjoyed it. I’ll bet! My mind suddenly cramped-up at the news and all I could do was nod dumbly. That night lying in bed with Anna, I contemplated the corner I was in, and wondered if I should confess that I’d seen them. I just couldn’t do it. I guess I loved her too much and knew the stress it’d cause between us. Still, I knew I had to inform her Walt would be returning, and I didn’t know how she would receive that news.
“You remember that Walt guy who stayed overnight with us a while back?