Liar - Sex Stories

Liar

... mean I’m all you want. I want you to have sex with Beth because I know you both will love it and because it has become a desperate need for me. I promise you that it is what I want, and you will never hear me say a negative thing about it.

“I know that you two are attracted to each other, and I love you both. You wouldn’t be cheating on me. You would be giving me a wonderful gift.”

I was so very worried. There were ramifications to this that I didn’t think Susan was thinking through. I also knew that I had to do something. “What happens when Beth and I fall in love? What happens to us? You talk about this like it’s a transaction of some sort, and it is most definitely not.”

Her smile was gentle. “I would love to share your love with her. I don’t doubt for a second that you have enough for both of us. Please try this for me. Talk to Beth. You two work things out between you. I’ll support whatever you both decide.”

I held her to me, my mind in chaos, afraid for the first time in my life of a future without her. I couldn’t see a way that our marriage would survive me fucking other women. How much of a disrespectful dick would I be if I left my wife at home while I went off fucking? That wasn’t me at all. I love beautiful women, and my wife’s friends were definitely beautiful. Fantasy is one thing. Reality brings with it a ton of baggage and the potential for destroyed relationships, especially mine.

A firm refusal wouldn’t resolve anything. My wife had an ...

... obsession, and the only way I could see to move forward was to deal with it. How I dealt with it was the important thing. I didn’t think I could give her what she wanted, but maybe I could make her believe I had.

I hate liars with a passion. People lie when they think the truth won’t get them what they want. It’s a short-term fix that creates long-term problems. Not to mention the fact that it demeans the person being lied to. The liar decides that the person they are lying to isn’t worthy enough to know the truth. It’s base manipulation, and it pisses me off.

I’m not talking about the little lies used to misdirect when questioned about a Christmas or birthday present. Those are harmless and never intended maliciously. They have a good purpose because they lead to a happy surprise. What I had decided to do wasn’t going to be like that. The purpose was going to be manipulation, pure and simple. I felt a bitter taste in my mouth as I realized I was committed. I was going to become a liar because it was a price I had to pay to keep my marriage.

I didn’t give my wife an answer that morning. I went about my usual Saturday chores while Susan recovered from the night before. After breakfast, I went out to the garden shed. I pulled the mower out, then stood in the shed as I called Beth. She answered on the second ring tentatively, “Hello, Dan. How are things?”

I sighed. “Susan and I talked. She’s not going to let this obsession go, and I’m left with bad choices. I know if I turn ...