A Real "Loving Wife's" Tale

"You know you've brought this up for more than two months now, Julie -- but how could this possibly work without hurting our relationship?" he asked.

"Oh, darling -- please consider it. I'll write it out and have it on your desk tomorrow when you get home from work. When you see what I have in mind you'll know that it can't hurt 'US;' it can only make me happy and you fulfilled." I smiled broadly and then sucked on his testicles.

I made a point of being as cheery as possible the next morning and gave him a passionate kiss and crotch squeeze before he went to work. I had already prepared my "Rules of Engagement," but polished them and then put them in my own handwriting, and on his desk in the study. They read:

"Rules of Engagement

1. You are discrete and you can trust her (or "them" wherever "her" or "she" is indicated below) to be; this includes never telling anyone that we know about this arrangement;

2. She isn't presently married;

3. She is tested for STDs since obviously condoms would defeat the purpose;

4. You never, for any reason, bring her into our house;

5. You never tell me anything about her, and in fact never even mention her;

6. You never tell me when or where you're meeting her. You don't have to give me a reason for being absent, whether it is for bowling league, poker, working late, going with the guys to a basketball game, or intercourse. Just tell me your schedule, not what event is being scheduled, and I'll never ask you about it; and

7. You can show her this document if you choose to.

Please do this for me -- for US -- I not only give my consent, but it is my sincere heart-felt wish that you do it.

With love, Julie."

I didn't bring up the subject again. Brian and I continued to have our normal loving interaction. About a week after I put the Rules of Engagement on his desk the document disappeared. By two weeks after that the glint was back in his eye.

I couldn't have predicted my reaction when the glint returned to his eye. I was both overjoyed and jealous at the same time. It was all that I could do to keep from trying to find out who it was. Knowing Brian, even though I had given him carte blanche to have more than one sexual partner, I knew that it would only be one, at least after a "trial" tryst.

Although I of course never knew for sure because I never inquired about Brian's whereabouts, after a couple of months I strongly suspected what his "schedule" was. Most likely he had intercourse twice a week, probably for a couple of hours each time. He never brought home any evidence of it, and was always ready to fuck my tits or get a blowjob if I ever indicated the mood for either.

After a couple of months I stopped trying to figure out the "who" or "when" or "how often." Brian's love for me came through loud and clear and I never doubted my decision.

Ultimately I did find out the "who," basically by accident. I won't give details because part of it is embarrassing. I knew her only very tangentially. She was perfect for him.

I became even more comfortable with my decision after my last visit to my OB/GYN. While I still had two of my three original problems an even more serious one came up; whether it was brought on by the other conditions neither my doctor nor anyone she consulted with could determine. I had cancer, and likely only two months to live.

I'm going to tell Brian the prognosis tonight. I'm going to tell him that I hope that he can find love elsewhere after I'm gone, and that if he doesn't I'll haunt him (ha, ha). I will ask, however, that he wait at least six months before remarrying -- if that is the path that he takes.

I will go to my grave confident that I am a true "loving wife!"