Ciana Rose's Erotic Stories

 

A Modern Love Story

Octavian

(C) 2002

All Rights Reserved

 

 

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MMf, wife, voy, cuck, cp

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Prologue:

 

God, there has to be an easier way to make a living. Dave Parker was on his back in the loft of an old detached house in Surrey. The owner, who had recently been widowed, was having some work done on the house before she put it on the market.

The Private House Sale Act of 2007 compelled the vendor to indemnify the purchaser of a property in the event of any major work needing to be done in the two years immediately after the sale. It was possible to get insurance cover for this contingency, provided the property had been surveyed and subject to an approved contractor repairing any defects found. The company for whom Dave worked, Brown & Co, was such a contractor, and had been appointed to undertake the remedial work on the roof timbers.

All these old houses were the same. There was always a lifetime of accumulated junk stored in the loft. He had been forced to move much of it around in order to undertake the ultrasonic scans and he was sweating freely from his exertions. He was now wedged in the area close to the eaves, right where the roof trusses met the joists. There was hardly any room to move. Not only that; the loft had been insulated with fiberglass and it was already irritating his skin. The dust mask he was wearing merely exacerbated the sense of claustrophobia.

Still, at least the old biddy that owned the house was very pleasant. She would regularly make him coffee and there was always a plateful of biscuits too. He had got talking to her the day before and she had told him that she was selling up because the house was now far too big for her following the death of her husband. She was moving to a smaller, more manageable house, not too far from where her daughter and her son-in-law lived.

There was one last section of the joists to test. He would have to shift some wooden boxes to gain access. He was able to move the first box without any trouble but the second one seemed to be much heavier. He managed to drag it far enough along the boards to allow him to crawl behind it. It was quite dark in this area and he was obstructing what little light there was.

Fortunately he had a torch with him and he was able to attach the probe without too much difficulty. He began to ease himself out and then something caught his eye. He shone his torch at the object in question. A thick manila envelope, covered in dust, was resting on the fiberglass insulation. Maybe it had fallen from one of the wooden boxes that he had just moved. He wriggled over to it and picked it up planning to put it back.

"Dave," he heard her say, "I've made you a cup of coffee."

"Thank you, Mrs. Mayhew, I'll be right down." He slid back into the main area of the loft and putting down the envelope and his torch, he climbed down the loft ladder to the landing. She had left him a mug of freshly percolated coffee and a plate containing a generous helping of biscuits.

He carefully placed the mug on the plate and holding onto the ladder with his free hand, he returned to the loft. He had forgotten about the torch until he trod on it. He lost his balance and in his efforts to regain it, the mug of coffee slipped across the plate, discharging its contents as it did so. The plate was awash with coffee and sodden biscuits. Not only that, there was coffee on the floor too, and it was already permeating the envelope. He quickly picked it up and mopped at it with his handkerchief.

It was already soaked so he promptly removed the contents. There was a videocassette and a bundle of loose papers held together by an elastic band. The video was entitled, 'Majorcan Pleasures' and judging by the name, was one of those scenic videos that tourists used to buy as a souvenir of their holidays. The cassette was only slightly wet and he was able to wipe it dry with his handkerchief.

But it was not that simple with the papers; coffee had already begun to seep into the edges of some of them. Mopping at them would not make much difference. It made more sense to wave them about in the air and to try and dry them that way. So that was what he proceeded to do. And then a four-letter word caught his eye. He looked more closely at the top document.

The word only appeared once amidst the mass of close typed text that filled four fifths of the page, yet his eyes had somehow alighted on it. He read the sentence containing the word and then the paragraph containing the sentence. Then he read the whole page starting from the heading 'Chapter 1'.

He was intrigued and he carefully removed the elastic band from the bundle in order to read the next page. It was a continuation of the text, the figure two at the foot of the page confirming the fact. He thumbed through the other sheets. They were all consecutively numbered and he realised he was looking at the manuscript of a book.

 

Chapter 1

 

My wife, Kelly, is drop-dead gorgeous, an absolute stunner. She is twenty-nine years old, about five feet nine tall and has long dark brown shoulder length hair. Sometimes she wears it combed up, with a few longer strands hanging down in coils, framing her beautiful neck. She has a pert nose, captivating warm brown eyes and an even warmer smile.

She thinks that her mouth is too big but since she is always smiling it just adds to her charm. She is often assumed to be an Italian, especially when she has got a tan. She has a superb figure too, slim but shapely. Her bust is full yet firm enough for her to dispense with her bra when she wants to.

She has a narrow waist, a lovely firm rounded backside and long legs that seem even longer when she wears tight trousers. She looks after herself and goes regularly to a keep fit class as well as a tennis club. I reckon that she could have been a model, but in fact she works for a small company supplying computer products.

As if her looks and figure weren't enough she also has a wonderful personality. She is always happy and it is no exaggeration to say that she seems to light up any room she enters. She is by nature, caring and considerate and, in consequence, is well liked by everyone who knows her. I readily concede that my objectivity is open to question, but during the six years we have been married, a number of our friends, both male and female, have all told me as much, usually going on to say how lucky I am, as if I didn't already know.

To put the icing on the cake, so to speak, she is very good in bed. And not only in bed either; but also in the lounge, in the kitchen, in the garden or wherever else we happen to be when the fancy takes her.

Suffice it to say that she is particularly gifted in this respect. And before anyone questions my objectivity, let me say that a man whom Kelly had met a couple of months earlier, has the same opinion. How do I know? Because he told me so himself! In words that will remain indelibly stamped in my memory, he casually informed me that my wife was a 'fabulous fuck'! But maybe I should start at the beginning.

Kelly and I have been married for just over six years. We weren't childhood sweethearts exactly but we have known each other since we were children. She is the younger sister of Sean, who was my best friend at junior school. She was just six years old and was having a birthday party when we first met. Sean didn't want to be the only boy present so I was also invited.

It's funny how some things stick in the mind. I can't remember anything about the party but Kelly can. Apparently there were some chocolate fingers on a plate on the table and she argued with me because I took the last one. Not so long ago I came across some photos that were taken at this very party.

It was evident she was self-conscious about the braces on her teeth, but she actually looked quite sweet in her blue check dress and her hair in pigtails. However appearances can be deceptive and according to her brother she was a real pain.

I suppose I started to become more aware of her when she was about eight or nine. Sean and Kelly had been invited to a fancy dress party and their mother had made costumes for them. Sean's was Sir Lancelot, and Kelly's was Lady Guinivere. I did not go to the party because my parents could not afford to make me a costume, although I only found that out some years later.

A few days afterwards, I was round Sean's house and we were playing Knights of the Round Table. Sean was dressed up in his Sir Lancelot costume whilst I was in my everyday clothes pretending to be Sir Galahad. Kelly felt sorry for me and she gave me the scarf to wear from her Lady Guinivere outfit. She said this was her 'favour' and it signified that I was her champion and that I would forever more have to protect her honour.

I remember her turning into a bit of a tomboy, when she genuinely preferred to be with boys, rather than with friends of her own sex. She would often come out with Sean and me when we went tree climbing in the nearby woods. She was both agile and fearless and would invariably climb higher and quicker than anyone else. She would also join in when we played football and she was actually quite skillful. She had good ball control and she could use both feet. Not only that, when she tackled you, she really got stuck in. The only thing she wouldn't do was to head the ball because she didn't like getting her hair dirty!

In fact, she seemed to have a natural ability at any sport involving a ball. She was gifted at tennis, and having joined a local club, won both the junior and then the intermediate cups. She became a regular in her school netball team and it wasn't long before she was made captain, eventually going on to play for the county. She had stopped playing football much earlier, realising that her legs looked all the more attractive when they weren't covered in bruises.

I cannot exactly recall when my feelings for her became more intense, when I began to think of her as more than just Sean's sister. I may have been about fifteen or sixteen. I know it took me ages to pluck up the courage to ask her out on a proper date and I don't think I will ever forget my trepidation as I waited to see how she would react.

To my great relief she agreed, and we arranged to go to the cinema. I felt very proud as I purchased two tickets for the back row. Unfortunately I didn't have enough money for two popcorns and two orangeades, so I bought just the one drink and two straws. Kelly had placed our container of orangeade on the armrest so that we could share it.

I decided I would take my coat off and in so doing managed to knock over the drink, spilling it all into her lap! The cold and sticky orange juice utterly soaked her. To make matters worse she had dropped her popcorn from the shock and that was sticking to her dress. I was mortified, she was furious and she stormed out of the cinema saying that she would never speak to me again! However Kelly was no more successful in shaking me off, than she had been shaking off the popcorn.

She agreed to go out with me on another date and whilst she was getting ready, Sean, ever one to tease his sister, couldn't resist a joke at her (my?) expense and offered her the loan of his wet suit. Fortunately it wasn't needed on this occasion or indeed on any of our subsequent regular dates.

And despite the inauspicious start, our relationship flourished and we became quite serious. We even discovered sex together, and, in a never to be forgotten moment, jointly lost our virginity. However the relationship began to cool when I went away to Bristol to further my education. And the final nail in the coffin was hammered in when Kelly got a place at Durham University. In all honesty neither of us was that upset; we both realised that we had been too serious at too young an age.

I had wanted to see a bit of the world before I settled down anyway, and the break-up with Kelly provided the necessary stimulus. I set off on a round the world trip expecting to be away for a year or so but I was away for nearly three times as long. I had ended up in Australia and I liked the country and the lifestyle so much that I wanted to make it my permanent home. However applications to emigrate could only be made from England and I therefore had to return.

I had been at my parents' home for about a month or so when I bumped into Sean. We were really pleased to see each other and naturally we had lots to talk about. Of course I asked him about Kelly and he informed me that she now had a steady boyfriend whom she'd met when she had been studying at Durham. Sean was on his way to meet some of his friends in a pub and he asked me to join him, which of course, I did. By chance Kelly was there.

She and her boyfriend had planned to go elsewhere but they'd had a big row and he had stormed off. Kelly did not want to be alone on a Saturday night, and as Sean had told her where he was going, she reasoned that she would at least be with him and his friends. But she hadn't anticipated his friend from his earliest childhood being present.

We saw each other at the same moment. She hadn't changed much in the intervening three years. She'd filled out just a little but she was still slim. She had clearly gained confidence and was, if anything, even more attractive.

She was smiling as she said, "Let me know if you are going to take your jacket off, Ben, and I'll move all the drinks out the way!"

We kissed with real affection and then we just looked at each other. She may have been slightly misty eyed; I know that I was. I had fallen in love, for the second time in my life, and with exactly the same person! We arranged to meet the following week and everything thereafter was inevitable.

We were married two years later. With the benefit of hindsight I recognise that we were sexually inexperienced at the time. Kelly had had sexual relations with her boyfriend at university and I'd been with a handful of girls during my time in Australia, but we were still pretty green.

Me, I'm thirty-two and I work in a busy corporate finance house, part of a major international banking conglomerate. I used to work in a private bank and I made a fair amount of money when we were taken over some two years ago. With this money, Kelly and I bought an old detached house, in quite large grounds, situated in a leafy secluded part of Surrey.

Now that we were financially secure we wanted to start a family. We tried for about twelve months but without success. Finally we both undertook tests in a private clinic early last year. The results showed that Kelly had some rare medical condition preventing her from being able to conceive.

This caused her to become very depressed and, incredible as it might seem, even to entertain doubts about her own femininity. As a result she lost interest in sex. This was rather frustrating for me, to say the least. But I knew she was a naturally happy person, who would, sooner, rather than later, put this all behind her and I was therefore quite confident that things would return to normal. In the interim I obtained my sexual relief by watching blue movies and masturbating. Kelly was working late from time to time so it wasn't really a problem.

 

Chapter 2

 

Kelly had been due to work late one night, but there had been a mix up and she came home earlier than expected. I didn't hear her come in and only became aware of her presence when she opened the door of the study. I was watching a film, wearing only a tee shirt, masturbating like fury and just about to ejaculate. She was embarrassed, but not as much as I was! She didn't say anything; she just closed the door behind her, and left me alone with my humiliation. She didn't want to talk about it that night but she was more amenable the following morning. We were just finishing breakfast. She put down her cup of tea and looked questioningly at me.

"So, Ben, I suppose you are going to tell me that you're watching pornography because of me."

I felt no small degree of embarrassment as I started to answer her. "Well, Kelly, it's like this... look, I accept that you're not that interested in sex at the moment. But that doesn't mean that I'm not! What am I supposed to do? Watching pornography and satisfying my own needs is surely preferable to me having an affair with another woman, isn't it?"

When the significance of what I'd said had sunk in she started to cry. And then she was apologising, saying it was all her fault. I comforted her as best I could, telling her that there was no need for recriminations, that it was not her fault and that I could understood why she'd lost interest in sex. There were more tears at this point and in between wiping her eyes and her nose she said that she would love it if we could go back to the way we used to be, but as she now felt less of a woman, such a return seemed increasingly unlikely. I asked her why she felt that way, why should she feel diminished by what was a medical condition.

There were no doubt thousands of infertile women who did not let this detail prevent them from enjoying full sex lives. I told her it made absolutely no difference to the way that I felt about her, and that there was no basis whatsoever for her low self esteem. Then I had a flash of inspiration and suggested that watching a video together might help matters. Her initial reaction was far from encouraging, but a degree of persuasion on my part overcame a degree of reluctance on hers, and she finally agreed. We planned it for the following Saturday evening.

It was almost like going out on a first date again and Kelly was prepared to make a real effort. She'd taken a long relaxing bath and had then spent a long time making herself up. Her hair was combed up in that enchanting style I like so much and she was wearing a grey slinky two-piece that clung to her body like a second skin. I could even see the outline of her high cut panties. I loved her when she wore those because of the way they emphasized her long legs.

I diverted the phone to the answer machine and I opened a bottle of wine. We were sitting side by side on the sofa in the study and were holding hands. I had chosen a film about a couple who had once been lovers, had lost contact with each other and had then met up again. In some ways it was an allegory for the two of us, but that was only one of the reasons for my choice. It was also a romantic story, the leading couple were both good looking, and the sex took place in picturesque settings.

When Kelly had first started to watch it she'd told herself she was only doing it for me and that she would be able to take or leave such a film. However she was surprised when it did begin to have an effect on her and before long she could hardly bear to take her eyes from the screen and was unconsciously crossing and uncrossing her legs. It was clear that she was excited and I hadn't even laid a finger on her.

I planned to remedy that at once and slowly slid my hand up the smooth skin of her inner thigh. In a reflex action she parted her legs, her absorption in the film never wavering. I felt her vagina through the soft and increasingly wet fabric of her panties and then I eased my hand inside them and began to stroke her soft pubic hair and to touch her opening.

She felt me trying to pull her panties down so she immediately raised herself, so as to make it easier for me. She resumed her former position once I had removed them. She managed to tear herself away from the screen long enough to plant a full wet kiss on my lips and then I felt her undoing the top of my trousers and she carefully unzipped me. She invited me to take them off, reminding me with a smile that I never usually wore them when I watched such films! I slipped them off and sat back next to her.

We were now both naked below the waist and it was thus very easy to play with each other whilst we continued watching the film. It was an incredibly erotic situation and in a very short space of time we had both climaxed. Had we been in bed, there would have been a few post coital kisses, a few endearments voiced and then we would have both fallen asleep. However the video was still running, the leading couple were now on a nudist beach and we continued to watch it. I picked up her glass and waving it in front of her face asked her if she wanted more.

"I'd love to if you're up to it, but maybe we ought to wait a while and have another glass of wine in the interim." She was smiling as I replenished her wine and sat back alongside her. The woman on the beach was now giving a blowjob to her well-endowed partner and Kelly was again showing signs that it was getting to her.

She decided she'd sit on my lap. When had made herself comfortable she turned her face to mine and told me how much she loved me. We watched the film between kisses. Now and again I stuck my tongue in her ear, or gently bit her earlobe. She has very sensitive ears and she would involuntarily shudder. Although I had not long climaxed, watching a pornographic film with a beautiful half naked woman squirming on my lap did wonders for my rate of recovery.

In record time I was sporting another full erection. Kelly could not fail to be aware of it and she got off my lap, but only so that she could then straddle me. Her eyes never left mine as she reached down between us, grasped my cock and slowly impaled herself on it. When it could go no further she leaned forward to kiss me, and I tasted her tongue. Then she crossed her arms in front of her, gripped the sides of her grey top and slowly removed it. First her midriff was uncovered, then the lower swell of her breasts came into view and finally her nipples were exposed as they sprung free of the clinging material.

Whilst Kelly eased the top over her head and tossed it aside I was pressing my palms against the sides of her full breasts and rolling her nipples with my thumbs. This made them stick out even more and I had to suck them. I could feel her fingers gently stroking my hair as I kissed and delicately bit each one in turn. We kissed each other once more and then she placed her hands on my shoulders. She was staring into my face as she began to fuck me.

My right hand let go of her breast and glided across her midriff, over the soft roundness of her stomach and into the dark forest of her pubis. My thumb found her clitoris, and was soon traversing back and forth over the highly sensitive bud. She was on the very brink of her second orgasm when I stopped. She looked at me, her wide-open eyes imploring me to continue and I asked her to finish it off for herself. She appeared reluctant to accede to my request even though to do so would have brought about her own desired relief.

Maybe she felt that nice girls shouldn't play with themselves. Maybe it was genuine shyness about performing such an intimate act in front of me. Perhaps she just didn't want to seem too eager, and felt that a degree of reticence would not go amiss. Whatever her reasons, I sensed that she was sufficiently excited not to need much persuading and I was not mistaken. I only had to repeat my request and to add the magic word 'please'. It was enough.

Hanging on to my upper arm with her left hand she leant back and began to stroke herself, at first tentatively but then with growing assurance. She closed her eyes as she sought to concentrate on the wonderful self-induced sensations emanating from her clitoris.

I could see that she was breathing harder and I noticed that the areolas around her prominent nipples appeared darker. And then she was diddling herself in a manner that could only be described as frantic, and indeed, might have fallen backwards, had I not reached out to support her with my free hand. And within seconds, she'd climaxed, shuddering as wave after wave of intense pleasure coursed through her body.

Her involuntary movement around my cock caused me to climax, and I jetted my sperm deep into her. Then as our sexual passion began to subside she slumped forward against me and I cuddled her tightly. I lifted her hand to my face so that I could take her fingers in my mouth and taste her flavour. Before long she'd nodded off, the inevitable result of the sex and the alcohol. The video was still running but I wasn't taking much notice. I felt my eyelids drooping; the combination that had caused Kelly's somnolence was affecting me too.

I glanced at the television and was surprised to see that the porn star bore a striking resemblance to Jimmy Hill. Then I realised that I had dozed off, that the film had ended and that 'Match of the Day' was on the television! Thinking about it, I had heard the theme, but it hadn't registered. What was registering, though, was the discomfort arising from the pins and needles in my legs. Kelly still appeared to be asleep.

"Kelly! Wake up! Kelly!"

She opened her eyes.

"Can you get off, please?"

"Aren't you the romantic one? Now you've had your end away, you can't wait for me to get off." As she stood up, she reached for her clothes. She didn't look best pleased.

It was only when I began stamping on the floor that she realised I had a problem. In fact I had two problems but the second one was relatively minor. I had slipped out of her whilst she was on my lap and the area around the base of my cock was very wet and sticky. I grabbed a tissue and was wiping myself whilst doing a passable impression of the clog dance. But there was no sympathy whatsoever from Kelly; she was too busy laughing.

When we had both recovered from our contrasting conditions we sat down with another glass of wine. We were holding hands like young lovers. We sipped our wine in silence but it was a comfortable silence, a silence that loudly proclaimed we were still very much in love, a silence that portended things would soon be back to normal.

We went to bed that night, utterly exhausted, (shagged out would be a more exact expression!), and both agreeing that it was the most exciting sex we'd ever had. Kelly must have found her night's sleep highly restorative because I woke up in the morning to find her sucking my cock!

When she realised I was awake she continued sucking me whilst positioning herself so that her knees were either side of my head and her lovely tight fanny was directly above my face. Then she lowered herself onto my mouth and I put my tongue in her, savouring the piquant flavour of her fresh lubricity and my stale semen. I had barely begun to lick her clitoris when she climaxed.

She responded by sucking me even harder and I ejaculated. We'd had oral sex before of course, but she had never wanted me to cum in her mouth. This time she wouldn't let me do anything else! When I had finished she released me and put a handkerchief to her mouth. Then she turned round to kiss me properly. I told her I loved her very much.

We spoke about the film. Kelly commented on the fact that the man who starred in it was very well endowed. I should say here that I rather missed out in that department. I was no more than average size, maybe less. No matter how badly I acted, I would make an unlikely star in a blue film! When I had suggested that we watch some porno, it had not occurred to me that Kelly might make comparisons. But she had and it was evident that she was fascinated by the size of the porn star's cock.

"I wonder what the woman thinks, when the man is that big." I didn't answer so she carried on. "I mean," she mused, "do you think she'd be concerned that it might hurt her, or does it just make her all the more excited?"

"How would I know, Kelly? Why, do you wish mine was that big, then?"

Her reply was quick, too quick. "Of course not, Ben. It was just idle curiosity, that's all." She told me that she that she loved me, and she assured me that was more than happy with me. However, whilst I believed she was telling the truth insofar as far as her feelings for me were concerned, I sensed that there was more to her question than she had been prepared to admit. I felt that she had imagined herself having sex with the man in the film and this had aroused my own curiosity.

I had never previously thought about Kelly with anyone else. I knew she'd been with her former boyfriend at university but I was not on the scene then. It was quite different now. She was my wife, and yet to my surprise, I found myself intensely aroused by the concept of her having sex with another man. Moreover, this arousal was not materially affected by whether or not he was well endowed. It was just the thought of my wife with another man, pure and simple. Or maybe not so pure!

I thought about the way it would happen. There would be the eye contact and the preliminary flirting. There would be the kissing, the fondling and the mutual undressing.

I tried to imagine what sensations Kelly would experience the first time she was naked in front of him. And how she would feel when he caressed her breasts and kissed and sucked on her nipples. And what her reaction would be when he touched her between her legs, inserted first his finger and then his tongue into her wet vagina. And what would be going through her mind when she touched his penis. What would she be thinking as she took the head of this unknown cock into her open mouth?

And then I could visualise the scene when she was on her back with her legs splayed, when her hot flesh would yield to his irresistible pressure and his cock would slowly sink into her depths. He would be fucking her, her legs would be wrapped round his, and her fingers would be digging into his back. She would be groaning, her eyes would be closed and her features would be a mask of hard sensuality. And then, when she knew he was about to cum, her eyes would open, and she would hold his gaze, whilst he continued to ejaculate inside her. She would be feeling no small degree of pride. Not only could she provoke such an intense sexual desire in him, but she could also satisfy it.

And finally, in an echo of her lover's detumescence, the softness would gradually return to her features.

A moment or so ago it was my curiosity that had been aroused. Now it was my cock. I climbed on top of Kelly and immediately penetrated her. I was very close to ejaculation. I had to say it and I managed to hold off long enough to get the words out.

"Perhaps you should have an affair, Kelly. You never know, he might even have a dick like the man in the film!"

 

Chapter 3

 

I didn't know if what I'd said in that moment of intense sexual excitement had registered with Kelly but she certainly never referred to it. There was no reason to anyway, as everything was now back to normal. Having enjoyed the previous experience we would, on occasions, watch a porno film together. Our sessions afterwards would be very intense, the more so if we fantasised aloud about the story, or if we tried out some of the positions we had just seen. As a result our sex life improved immeasurably.

Kelly now took great delight in being sexually provocative and she loved it when she knew she had turned me on. We went to a party once and she wore a dress that did not leave much to the imagination. It was only as we arrived that she casually informed me she was not wearing any underwear!

It was incredibly exciting watching her dance with someone else, knowing that only the thin fabric of her dress covered her femininity. And when I danced with her it was difficult to keep my own hands off her, even though we were an 'old' married couple.

Then there was the party at the home of a colleague of hers. At the last minute I was asked if I could go to Zurich with my boss on the same weekend. A very important client was planning a major acquisition and both secrecy and speed were of the essence. Kelly was very understanding about it and was quite prepared to tell her colleague that we wouldn't now be attending the party but I suggested that she still go, anyway. What was the point of staying in alone, when she could be at a party with her work friends?

Paul, my boss, picked me up at home early on the Saturday morning as planned and we flew out to Zurich on the mid morning flight. I was due home on the Sunday afternoon.

Kelly took the opportunity to go shopping in the West End and had a very enjoyable day. She had ended up buying a suit, a pair of shoes and some underwear. She was still in two minds about going to the party but since she had already informed her colleague that I would be away, and had promised her that she would be there nevertheless, she felt she would be letting her down if she failed to turn up. She consoled herself in the knowledge that she had made no commitment about how long she would stay, however.

But even if she was only there for an hour she had to look nice. So she showered, did her hair and made herself up. When she was happy with her appearance she put on her new undies. The glossy bra and briefs looked just as nice on her as they had done on the model in the big picture in the shop window.

Her legs were already quite tanned from the recent spell of hot weather so she didn't bother with any stockings or tights. She slipped on her pale blue fitted knee length dress with the high neckline. It did not show much flesh but it clung to her and showed off her superb figure. Open toed high heels completed the picture. She phoned for a minicab, poured herself a gin and tonic and sat down to wait.

Half an hour later she was at the party. She had not expected to enjoy it much, and after two hours her expectations had been largely fulfilled. She was on the point of phoning for a cab to take her home when she heard a voice at her side.

"Kelly?"

She turned round. It was Carl. Carl used to work for the same company as Kelly but had left two years earlier to set up on his own. He had even asked her to come and work for him but she had declined, partly because he was known as a bit of a lady's man. She was not convinced that he would keep his hands to himself especially if they were the only two people in his office. It was widely believed that his wife had left him because of his constant womanising. Yet in spite of that, she still liked him.

He had a ready charm and had always been able to make her laugh. He was thirty-five, dark haired, and about six feet tall. He was also quite muscular, mainly as a result of frequent workouts at the gym. He was wearing a pale green Ralph Lauren shirt and a pair of dark blue trousers with a razor sharp crease. He asked the obvious question and she explained that I was away on business.

They chatted about their old colleagues and some of the things that had happened in the past. She was enjoying his company and when he asked if she wanted to dance, she immediately agreed. They had been dancing slowly together for a short while when he spoke.

"You know, Kelly, I've always fancied you."

She was quite unimpressed with this unoriginal chat up line and her reply was rather dismissive. "Carl, as far as I can remember, someone only had to show a bit of leg and there was a risk that you might take a fancy to them." She grinned and then carried on in the same vein. "That's why I advised Hamish never to wear his kilt in the office!"

She was pleased that he smiled at her little joke. However, it was true that he had shown more interest in her than in any one else in the office. Just as he appeared to be doing this evening. And it wasn't as if she was showing any leg, either. She asked him if he was in a relationship.

"No," he said. "Honestly! When I started the business I never really had the time. Now I have a bit more time I've yet to meet the right person."

Kelly couldn't resist leading him on. "So I'm still in with a chance then, am I?"

Carl knew she was teasing and responded in the same vein. He tried to look non-committal, "Well," he said with obvious doubt in his voice, "I might be prepared to give you an audition!" He held her little bit tighter.

It was about 11.30pm when he informed her that he had an early flight in the morning and would therefore have to leave. He offered to take her home if it suited her. She said that would be fine and that if he had the time, he could have a nightcap at her house. Naturally enough Carl was delighted to accept and soon he and Kelly were in his car driving home where they arrived just before midnight. I know this with certainty because I saw them!

Our meeting in Zurich had been curtailed when the person with whom we had the appointment had been involved in a fatal accident on his way to meet us. He had been taken to hospital suffering from shock and was in no fit state for such an important business discussion. He had managed to get hold of his assistant, who, whilst not being fully briefed, was able to meet with us, although the discussion that followed was somewhat inconclusive.

We returned to London on the late afternoon flight. Despite the absence of the key individual, a number of important issues had nevertheless been raised and we felt that some of them needed to be addressed quite quickly. Accordingly Paul and I went straight from the airport to his home to begin working on them. I had refrained from phoning Kelly since I did not know how long this would take and thus did not know when I might get home. Just after 11pm, and having worked through a takeaway dinner, Paul and I felt we'd done enough.

He ordered a minicab for me. I'd nodded off in the back only to wake up when the cab had already driven one hundred yards past our house. I told the driver to stop and he was about to turn round when a car passed in the opposite direction. I looked behind me as it passed and watched it turn into our drive. I don't know what it was, a sixth sense or something, but I told the driver not to bother to turn round. I paid him, picked up my briefcase and my overnight bag and walked back.

I could see that there were lights on inside as I approached the house. The outside lights weren't working (I had been meaning to fix them for the last six weeks). I didn't recognise the car on the drive. I put my bags down by the hedge and, taking care to stay in the shadows, moved towards a window. I could see Kelly making coffee.

I crept round to the back of the house. The curtains in the lounge had been drawn but they had not fully met in the middle and I was thus able to see into the brightly lit lounge. A man was sitting on the sofa.

Unlikely as it might seem, I vaguely recognised him from somewhere, or other. He stood up and then it came to me. He was a regular at the gym I go to. We'd never spoken apart from the usual good morning stuff. I didn't know his name, but I had heard someone call him 'Horse'. I had realised why when I had seen him in the shower.

What was he doing here? I decided I'd wait to find out. The recent fine spell showed no sign of ending and it was not unpleasant to be outside. It was probably more pleasant than being inside because Kelly had opened the lounge windows to cool the room down when she'd returned home.

She came in with the coffees, put them down and then went over to the hi-fi to put on some background music. By coincidence it was the very music that they had been dancing to at the party. Carl realised this at once.

"Kelly, they're playing our tune," he said in his soft voice.

He held out his hands and she joined him in a slow dance. This time they were dancing much closer together and Kelly soon became aware that he was aroused. By now she had her arms round his neck and he had his hands on the cheeks of her behind. They looked at each other and the kiss that followed was inevitable.

Her mouth opened to his tongue and he pressed himself still closer to her. His bulge was now impossible to ignore and then she felt his hand on her breast. What had she got herself into? She thought about telling him he ought to leave but then she recalled my fateful words. She moved her mouth away from his, and pretending to be angry, she admonished him.

"Carl, if you're going to do that," she paused at this point and his heart sank, "why don't we sit down!" She couldn't resist a smile and neither could he. But his smile was the broader.

They walked over to the sofa and Carl sat down as Kelly had suggested. She remained standing in front of him and then she reached over her shoulder to unzip the top of her dress. She then changed hands and pulled the zip down the rest of the way. She eased it off each arm in turn, maintaining her modesty by holding it against her breasts until she let it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it, and stood in front of him, her nipples, areolas and dark pubis visible through the fabric of the glossy white undies. The briefs were cut very high so the white triangle did not fully cover her natural dark one, anyway.

Carl could not resist her. He reached out for the cheeks of her behind and pulled her towards him whilst he pressed his face to her soft slightly round stomach. He kissed her smooth skin above the briefs trawling his tongue over her as he did so. He felt her hands on the back of his head holding him to her as he savoured the taste of her perfumed skin. His hands were busy behind her and they were now inside her panties pressing into the soft downy flesh of her buttocks. With a dexterity borne of practice no doubt, he eased them over the roundness of her cheeks and slid them down.

Kelly felt them round her ankles and she nonchalantly stepped out of them. The dark curls of her pubis promised so much and he pulled her towards him so that his face could nuzzle in them. He was suddenly aware of some movement above and he looked up to see that Kelly had removed her bra. Her firm smooth breasts looked every bit as inviting as the rest of her! Her nipples were standing out, demanding to be sucked.

"God Almighty, Kelly," said Carl, "how can your husband ever let you out of his sight!"

At that point it would still have been possible for me to go in and stop things before they had gone too far. But something was holding me back. It was the latent voyeur in me, except that it was now no longer latent, on the contrary, it was manifest. It was the voyeur in me that had unzipped my trousers and had eased out my rigid cock. And it was the voyeur in me that was stroking it as I concentrated on the unfolding scene in the lounge.

Kelly sat down and Carl immediately knelt between her open legs. But he wasn't looking at her naked body, not yet, anyway. He was looking at her face and he continued looking until their lips met in a kiss. It was not enough for him; he wanted more, he wanted to kiss her all over.

He began with her eyes, and then after parting her hair, he kissed her ear and gently bit the lobe. His tongue probed into the orifice and she trembled. Then he kissed the nape of her neck. He bit her shoulder and then his mouth was on her beautiful soft breasts. He became more animated, as he licked and kissed them, flicking the sensitive tips of her fully erect nipples with his tongue, and teasing them with his teeth.

His hand was caressing the soft smooth skin of her inner thighs and then he was stroking her wet cleft. She was already squirming with pleasure before he inserted his forefinger. Now he was kissing her abdomen and then the very top of her triangle.

As he was doing this, his hands were on her hips easing them closer to the edge of the sofa. He began to lap at the soft silky skin of her inner thighs and was able to detect the fragrance of her sexual arousal. His tongue was at the very top of her thigh and he could feel her wetness on his cheek. And then he was tasting her soft slippery flesh. He pulled his head away and looked more closely at her femininity; at her engorged labia, at her shiny pink inner flesh and at her clitoris, so prominent in the surrounding feminine folds.

He was suddenly aware that she had both hands on his head and was gently guiding him back to her open wetness. He delicately pulled her lips apart, pushed his face into her and penetrated her with his tongue. He licked the whole length of her wet furrow, glorying in the taste and the texture. And then he began to lap gently at her clitoris and her increasing sexual arousal was plain to see.

Kelly looked around her. Could this really be happening to her? Here she was, in her own home, a happily married and hitherto respectable woman. But it was not her husband's tongue that was transporting her to the heights, it was another man's. A man, moreover, that she hadn't seen in two years before this evening. A man who had only kissed her once before, when she'd got a little bit tipsy at the office party one Christmas. Well, he was certainly making up for it now!

She began to whimper and I watched, mesmerised as she built up to an orgasm. And then it was on her. Raising herself up, she pushed her fanny into his face. She remained there for a few seconds, before she let out a long groan and collapsed back into the sofa. Carl, meanwhile, was content just to carry on slowly licking her beautiful soft inner flesh. The taste was sublime and he did not want to stop. But he had to when she covered herself with her hand. As he looked up as if to question her she leaned forward to kiss him. She could taste her own secretions on his lips.

"It's your turn now," she whispered.

 

Chapter 4

 

Carl stood up in front of Kelly, who remained seated on the sofa with her legs splayed. He took off his shirt and then slipped off his shoes and socks, finally removing his trousers. He was standing between her legs, his Calvin Klein's level with her face. It was evident that he was working out regularly, his flat hard stomach and his muscle definition providing ample evidence of the fact. But it was his bulge that commanded her attention. She grasped the waistband of the CK's, and carefully eased them over his erection.

I'd seen him in the shower so I knew he was well hung, but I hadn't seen him erect, of course, and I had no idea he was this big. In its fully erect state it was simply enormous, almost twice as long and probably twice as thick as mine. The bulbous head was slightly thicker still and his testicles seemed as big as eggs in his heavy pendulous scrotum.

Kelly appeared to be mesmerised by this monster. It was even bigger than the one that had made such an indelible impression on her when we had first watched a film together, the one that had fueled so many of her fantasies. What's more, it was right in front of her face.

Kelly reached out to touch it, afraid that when she did so, it would disappear and that she would wake up, but no, she wasn't dreaming. It was real enough for her to feel how hot it was. It was real enough for her to feel how it throbbed. She was holding it but her fingers could not fully encircle its pulsating thickness.

She slid her hand up and down the whole length of the shaft, from its base amidst the forest of black hair to the smooth head that was already glistening with his anticipatory juices. Her forefinger played in them leaving a damp trail as it circled his crown. She was intrigued by the size of his testicles and she cupped each one in turn, as if trying to gauge their weight. And then she was again holding his shaft. She had never felt such a penis before. She had never tasted such a penis before. But she had plans to rectify that at once!

Opening her mouth she bent down towards it. Tentatively she touched it with the tip of her tongue. She pulled away for a moment, but only in order to look up at his face and smile. She again bent down towards it, this time kissing his opening and tasting his wetness. Opening her jaw to an uncomfortable degree, Kelly could just about take the head of it in her mouth. Her left arm was hooked around his thigh, her fingers pressing against his inner flesh. It seemed she was holding him captive; making sure he couldn't escape.

Call it intuition, but I would have thought that was the last thing on his mind! She continued to stroke his prodigious thickness with her free hand but the ache in her jaw forced her to release him. She may have had difficulty taking him in her mouth but that did not mean it should be denied the pleasure of her lips and tongue. Accordingly she kissed and sucked his shaft before turning her attention to his testicles. She even managed to take one of them in her mouth as she continued stroking him.

And then she felt him go tense and she knew he was about to come. I admit to being totally surprised when I saw her fasten her mouth over the opening of Carl's prick as he began to ejaculate. But I wasn't the only one. Kelly had actually surprised herself at her spontaneous action. She had thought that because his cock was so perfect, his semen would taste like nectar.

Well she was certainly wrong about that! It tasted like semen, and, what's more, there was a lot of it. With the reality came her instinctive reaction and she pulled away from his cock but not before another thick wad of sperm hit the back of her throat. More of it landed on her face and ran down her chin, to form elongated strands as it dripped on to her breasts. His final emissions simply oozed out, and ran down the shaft on to her fingers.

When she was sure he had finished she took him into her mouth once more. Sucking his softening cock she maneuvered herself so that she could again look at Carl's face. When their eyes met she released it and smiled at him. Then she gave it one final kiss and sat back in the sofa. Casually she picked up her discarded panties and proceeded to wipe her face and to mop his semen from her breasts. Carl sat down beside her. And I was suddenly aware that the trousers of my best suit were covered in spunk!

They kissed for some considerable while. Then Kelly reached down for her coffee and Carl did the same. As they sat side by side on the sofa it was a scene of normal cosy domesticity, mirrored, no doubt, in households, everywhere. That is if one is prepared to overlook the fact that both were naked, that the man with her was not her husband, and that her husband was actually watching them, albeit without their knowledge! Kelly was now sitting in rather a prim fashion, her long legs close together. Carl was more relaxed, his penis now flaccid but still impressive, resting on his upper thigh. He was the first to speak. He was smiling.

"Kelly, I am pleased to inform you, that on the basis of that audition, I am going to add you to my short list!"

"I'm so relieved to hear that, Carl. I was concerned that I might have blown it." She was pretending to be serious but she was finding it difficult.

Carl had a grin all over his face. "That's funny, Kelly, my concern was that you might not! But seriously, I would like to see you again. The only thing is, I've got to go to Majorca early tomorrow morning. That's why I had to leave the party so early. There are some legal matters in connection with a villa that I'm planning to buy and I have to attend to them in person. Can I call you next week when I get back?"

She didn't answer. He wondered if she was now regretting what she had done. Kelly was regretting it, but for a completely different reason, a reason that would have astounded him, had he but known. She was regretting the fact that because she had got too carried away when she was giving him a blowjob, she had deprived herself of what, (judging by the size of him), could only have been a truly outstanding fuck. And now he was giving her the vibes that he wanted to go. He put down his coffee and spoke again.

"It is a very early flight, Kelly, I suppose I really ought to be making a move." But there was a marked lack of conviction in his words.

"All right, Carl," she replied, "if you have to." She put down her cup too, and turned to kiss him. Carl may or may not have wanted to leave. Kelly was absolutely determined that he was not going to! She wasn't going to miss this opportunity even if it meant he would miss his plane. Hell, he could always get a later flight. Or another villa!

As they kissed she started to caress his penis again and there was an immediate response. He resumed stroking her soft rounded breasts, his fingers again teasing her nipples. In next to no time he was fully erect once more. Kelly smiled inwardly; she wasn't going to miss out after all; but she had to make absolutely sure. Holding his erection, she looked into his eyes. There was a breathless tone to her voice.

"I want you, Carl, I want you inside me." I could hardly believe my ears. That was my wife and she was asking another man to fuck her!

She got up, turned to face him, and positioned herself so that she was standing astride him. Without taking her eyes off his face she grasped his cock again and slowly began to lower herself on it. I already had some experience of this inspired technique of hers, and could therefore well imagine how much pleasure Carl would be deriving from it.

However the reasons for her action were not solely altruistic. By these means she would be able to retain control and could thus stop if it became too painful. Her caution was justified, too, because despite his earlier efforts with fingers and tongue, Kelly's opening was not prepared for such an organ. She had to proceed very carefully, and even then, she experienced some discomfort as her narrow entrance slowly dilated.

Before long, the head of his glorious prick was tightly sheathed in her vagina. She waited for a few seconds and then she slowly lifted herself off it, only to press down once more and take more of him inside her. Kelly groaned with pleasure as she felt herself being stretched to a degree she had never imagined. Again she raised herself and when she sank down this time she had taken it all.

She stayed in that position until the membranes of her vagina had stretched enough to accommodate it without too much pain. It still felt rather uncomfortable, having such a monster inside her, but the overriding sensation was now one of intense sexual excitement. She leant forward to kiss him and I will never ever forget the sight of Kelly, my beautiful wife, astride him, and totally impaled upon his immense prick. Only his heavy balls were visible.

Then I saw Carl reach out behind her, cup her buttocks with his large hands, and stand up, all with no apparent effort. (I must go the gym more often!) Kelly had her arms round his neck whilst he supported her weight with his hands and his cock! He turned round and then gently laid her down on her back on the sofa. Her legs were scrunched up, with her knees almost level with her shoulders. They were still joined at the groin.

Carl withdrew slightly before easing his cock all the way into her. Kelly groaned.

"Are you ok?" he asked. He was now supporting his weight on his arms.

"Yes, I'm fine. It is just that you are rather big," she whispered.

"I'm sorry, Kelly. Am I hurting you?"

"Only a little bit now. But I'll be all right. Don't stop."

Carl did as he was told and continued to fuck her in a slow deliberate manner. Kelly continued to groan every time she felt his fullness deep inside her but it was a softer sound, one that signified sexual pleasure, as opposed to pain. Carl had wanted to take his time fucking her, but because she was so tight and so responsive he could not control himself. He quickened his pace and soon he was thrusting away at full speed, his heavy scrotum slapping against her buttocks.

Kelly's breath was being forced out of her in gasps; gasps mingled with groans. She was oblivious now to everything but his powerful thrusting cock, and she was even raising herself up, so as to ensure absolute penetration. She looked up at him and their eyes locked. Her fingernails were digging into his shoulders as he rutted her. She was ecstatic and almost crying in her ecstasy.

She was no longer concerned that he might do her harm. Her real concern was that he would have to stop. She had never, ever experienced such sensations before, and she wanted them to go on forever. But they had to end.

Carl cried out that he was about to come and made as if to withdraw. Kelly immediately wrapped her legs around him whilst her hands pressed down on his backside so as to ensure he stayed deeply imbedded. Now she really was holding him captive.

Carl groaned, his whole body tensed, and his buttocks clenched as surge after surge of his seed spurted into her depths. He stayed in that position, supporting his weight on his arms until he was satisfied that he had nothing left to give her.

He looked down at her and said in his soft voice, "Kelly, you are fantastic! And to think I only went to the party because I had nothing better to do."

You and me both, thought Kelly, but she didn't say anything. She just responded with a kiss. She could hardly admit to Carl, especially so soon after meeting him, that she'd often had sexual fantasies, and that what they had just done together had been far more exciting than any of them. But it was true, it had!

Carl withdrew his softening member from Kelly's distended opening and got to his feet. She sat up and swung her legs round.

"Kelly, I'm really sorry but I do have to leave if I'm going to catch my plane. I know I'm repeating myself but I do want to see you again. Can I ring you when I get back?" He didn't wait for her answer but added, "That's if you want me to."

Instead of answering Kelly reached out her hand and delicately held his glistening penis. She could encircle it now, but only just. She leaned forward and took the whole glans into her mouth for a second or so before planting a kiss on the tip of it. She stood up, and as she did so, she was aware of his sperm beginning to seep out of her. She kissed him.

"Yes, Carl, I do."

He put his clothes back on. They exchanged one more kiss, he fully clothed, whilst she was still naked. He had his arm around her neck and his hand on her breast as they walked to the front door. She could now feel his wetness trickling down her inner thighs.

"Don't forget to ring me," was all she said.

 

Chapter 5

 

As they went to the door I moved round to the side of the house continuing to stay out of sight. I waited until Carl's car was out of earshot and then rang the doorbell. Kelly came to the door, fully expecting Carl to have returned, having had neither the time, nor indeed the inclination to dress. The rapidly changing expression on her face mirrored her turmoil within when she realised it was her husband on the doorstep, and not her recent lover.

"Ben! What are you doing, back home? I thought you were in Zurich."

"No, Kelly, it was cancelled, I'll tell you about it later." I looked at her nakedness. "You look terrific. How did you know it was me at the door?"

"I didn't!" Kelly suddenly realised what she had said and the obvious implications. She appeared embarrassed and I could see her racking her brain, trying to think of a credible explanation for the predicament in which she now found herself.

I attempted to alleviate her embarrassment.

"Anyway, Kelly, I'm hardly likely to complain when you welcome me home like this, am I?" I didn't wait for her reply but asked her if she had enjoyed herself at the party. It was clear that she was preoccupied. It was all I could do, to keep a straight face.

Kelly obviously decided that honesty was the best policy. But that may have been because she couldn't come up with anything remotely plausible.

"Ben, about the party," she said, "there's something I have to tell you. Please promise that you won't be angry with me."

"Okay, Kelly. What about it?" I looked at her expectantly.

Her eyes were averted as she continued, "Do you remember that time when you suggested that perhaps I should have an affair?"

I nodded.

"Well I met someone at the party and he brought me home and..." There was a pause.

"And what?" I asked. I tried to appear calm but I was aware of the tightening in my throat and in my stomach.

"And we ended up having sex!"

I didn't say anything.

She started to cry, "Oh Ben, I'm sorry!" I embraced her. She appeared so vulnerable in her naked state whilst I was fully dressed (or so I thought). I kissed the tears from her eyes. Then I kissed her lips, and our tongues met.

"It's all right, Kelly, there's no need to cry. Let's go and sit down and you can tell me all about it."

I put my arm round her waist and walked her into the lounge towards the sofa, the very same sofa on which she had just been so well and truly fucked not more than ten minutes earlier. We both sat down and we resumed kissing. Her arms were tightly wrapped around me. I stroked the side of her soft breast as it pressed against the fabric of my jacket.

My hand alighted on the silky smooth skin of her inner thigh. As I slid it up towards her triangle I detected an increasing dampness on her skin and when my fingers reached her cleft she was all but overflowing. My finger penetrated her with ease and I immediately inserted a second.

It was obvious that she was full of his semen. All the time our mouths were locked together. Her hand reached for my zipper only to find that it was already undone. She stopped kissing me and looked down. She immediately saw the still wet semen stain on my trousers and was clearly surprised.

"What's going on, Ben?"

I looked at her. "I was outside, watching the two of you."

I resumed kissing her, not giving her the opportunity to say anything else. My tongue was deep in her mouth whilst my fingers continued to delve into her pussy. I eventually pulled away from her mouth but only so that I could suck on her nipples. I could see the patches of dried semen on her soft breasts. I moved down and began to kiss her stomach. I felt her go tense when I sought to move down lower still. She pressed her legs together, and held my head to prevent me going any further.

"No, Ben, you can't do that," she said, "He didn't use a condom."

"I don't care, I want to kiss you."

"Please, don't," she was pleading in her soft voice.

"I want to."

"No, you mustn't!" Her voice was firmer.

"I must!" My voice was firmer, still. She did not say anything, but she relaxed her grip on my head. I kissed the soft dark curls at the top of her pubis. I then got on my knees in front of the sofa. Her legs were still tightly closed.

"Please, Kelly," I implored.

"Are you sure you really want to do this?" She had a puzzled look on her face. I didn't have to say anything! She only had to look at me to know what my answer would be.

She sat on the edge of the sofa, leaned back and spread her legs. As she did so, I moved between them and bent down so that I could look more closely at her open vagina. On either side of her distended canal was the engorged flesh that was Kelly's labia. The normally soft curls around her opening were matted and wet. Carl's sperm was oozing out of her. The insides of her thighs were streaked with it too.

She would have said she was mess down there but I thought she looked lovely. I was now so close to her that I could smell the pungent aroma of the semen and then I tasted it. Neither its salty tangy flavour nor its unmistakable texture could be described as appealing, but the fact that it was coming from Kelly's core made all the difference in the world.

I pressed my face to her opening, and pushed my tongue into her as deep as it could go. I heard her moaning quietly and then she was raising herself to meet my tongue. I sucked on her clitoris, rolling the tip of my tongue round the bud and she quickly climaxed. I raised my head and looked in her eyes. I told her I loved her and then we kissed and I felt her tongue in my mouth. I told her I wanted her to sit on my face.

She considered it for a moment and then she gently pushed me to the floor, straddled my face and then slowly lowered her open wetness on to my waiting tongue. More semen was welling out of her. I felt for my cock and was preparing to bring myself off when Kelly's hand restrained me. She raised herself off my face so that she could look at me. She realised that she was now completely in control. Initially she had been apprehensive about the way I might have reacted to her confession but she quickly comprehended that it had actually turned me on.

"You really are in your element, Ben, aren't you?"

It was a statement, rather than a question. I could only nod and with that she pressed herself down even harder on my mouth. It may seem perverse I know, but I don't think I have ever felt closer to Kelly than I did at that moment, when I was sucking Carl's semen out of her femininity. After a while she lifted her wet, distended fanny off my face.

I looked a real mess, his semen was everywhere...up my nose...on my cheeks... in my hair... everywhere. My best suit was utterly wrecked, and so was my tie when I'd finished wiping my face with it. And I still had one hell of an erection! I had to have her and I told her so.

She returned to the sofa and adopted exactly the same position she had taken earlier when she was with Carl. However, there the similarities ended, as there was absolutely no resistance when I penetrated her. Carl's cock had stretched her so much, and she was altogether so wet, she could not even tell I was inside her! I asked her to grip me with her fingers and very soon after I ejaculated into her looseness. Kelly was looking anxiously at me as I withdrew.

"How long were you out there, watching us?" she asked.

"I saw everything!"

"Are you angry?" she continued.

"I don't know." I was in the post ejaculatory phase, the phase when things that seemed incredibly erotic before ejaculation, have lost a lot of their appeal. I thought about my answer. "I ought to be angry, I ought to be jealous and upset, but I'm none of those things. In fact Kelly, I found it incredibly erotic. I know it might seem strange, but in a way I'm proud of you! What's his name?"

"Carl."

"How long have you known him?"

"Quite a while. We used to work together. But we've never done anything before tonight, honestly."

"What made you do it tonight, then?"

Kelly looked at me. She was not defiant exactly, but she was certainly prepared to stand her ground. "I'm sorry, Ben but this is all your idea, you know. You're the one who told me I should go to the party without you. You're the one who said, 'maybe I should have an affair.' You're the one who suggested he might have..." She stopped. She was still looking at me.

"What were you going to say, Kelly? A big dick? Was he big, then?" I didn't have to ask of course, but I had a compulsion to do so.

"You said that you saw everything!" Kelly responded.

"Yes, I did, but I still want you to tell me."

"Ben, what can I say? Yes, he is quite big."

"And did you like it when he was fucking you, Kelly?"

"Why are you asking me this?"

"Because I want to know, that's why."

She looked at me and when she spoke her voice was very soft. "Okay, if you must know, Ben, then I'll tell you." She again averted her eyes. "Yes, I liked it very much."

"You said that tonight was the first time."

"Yes, it was."

"Is there going to be a second time?" I asked.

"What do you want me to say, Ben?" She was looking straight at me this time, trying to fathom me out.

I could not answer her. In all honesty I did not know what answer to give.

"I don't know, Kelly, is there, then?"

Her eyes were full of love as she looked at me and when she spoke, she actually seemed sad.

"I hope so."

Three words, but what diverse, and fleeting emotions they generated in me. There was anger, jealousy, despair, envy, a feeling of inadequacy even, but soaring high above them all was another, totally contradictory emotion. One, moreover, that could not in any way be described as fleeting. It was excitement and it was intense!

We kissed once more as if to reassure each other that we were still in love. We went to bed, totally satiated and Kelly fell asleep immediately. I felt very protective as I wrapped my arms around her. But what was I protecting her against, I wondered. Certainly not a well endowed man who had it in mind to fuck her.

Kelly was very affectionate when she woke up the following morning. She had that soft and vulnerable look about her but when we started to make love I found myself trying to emulate her new lover and I fucked her as hard as I could. The knowledge of the previous evening served to keep us in a perpetual state of randiness and we must have done it three or four times during the course of the day. And each time I was about to ejaculate I would recall that huge dick buried up to its balls in Kelly's tight fanny. Little did I know it but as her own climax overtook her, she would be reliving it too.

Immediately after our love making, I would experience a degree of self-consciousness, wondering if Kelly might be comparing my prick to Carl's. But even if she did so, and it would obviously be an unfavourable comparison, I felt it was a price well worth paying, given the intense sexual excitement of the weekend.

 

Chapter 6

 

In the following days I frequently thought about what had happened. There were a number of occasions when I questioned my own rationality. How many men get off secretly watching their wives being unfaithful? My head recognised that this was hardly normal behaviour, but it was my prick that exerted the most influence and, however amoral it was, I could not deny that I had found it incredibly arousing. Because of this I was randier than ever. But I wasn't the only one.

Kelly was always ready for it too and we would indulge ourselves at every opportunity. Maybe Kelly was subconsciously trying to atone for her infidelity with Carl. Maybe I was subconsciously trying to show her that she didn't need him. Whatever the reasons our lovemaking had never been more prolific.

Unfortunately this blissful period of sexual harmony was soon to be interrupted. A major project came up at the office and the amount of work involved was incredible. The man I had planned to meet in Zurich had recovered from his accident and his company had launched their takeover bid. However, in the interim, a rival company had got wind of their impending action and decided to make a bid for the same company. A full-scale takeover battle then ensued.

We had to work round the clock producing information to support our client and to undermine the claims of their rival. They, of course, had advisers doing exactly the same thing on their behalf. We would then have to advise our client how best to refute the negative comments made by the other side. And so it went on. And whilst all this was happening we were also trying to secure additional funding to cover the inevitable increase in the share price of the target company.

It was a regular occurrence for me to get home after midnight and I would be so shattered that I just crashed out. I was not home to notice that Kelly was going to the gym and to her tennis club more often than usual. Our exhaustive efforts were not in vain, however, and it was our client who finally won the battle.

All of us who had been deeply involved were promised some free time to relax and recharge our batteries. I was in line for a reasonable bonus too so there was a double cause for celebration. I took the afternoon off and on the way home I bought some flowers and a bottle of champagne.

When I got home Kelly was out. I knew that she had taken the day off, so I was slightly surprised not to find her at home. However, I wasn't too worried because at least it gave me a chance to chill the bubbly and to take a shower. She came in about an hour later and looked surprised to see me. She was wearing a tight fitted pale blue cotton top, obviating the need for a bra, and a short white skirt. She was bare legged.

"You're home early!" she said.

"I've got something to celebrate, Kelly. We've won! And after all the hours I've put in, I thought it would be nice to come home early, especially as you had the day off. I thought you'd be pleased."

"I am," she said but I sensed that something was not right. I gave her the flowers and kissed her. She went to walk away saying she wanted to take a quick shower but I caught up with her. And then I detected the unmistakable aroma. She'd recently had sex! I asked her outright and she looked straight into my eyes as she admitted that she had been with Carl that afternoon. I asked how long it had been going on and she told me that she had been seeing him for the past four weeks. She reminded me of the conversation we'd had about it.

"I actually asked you, Ben, and you raised no objection to my seeing him again, did you?"

"I know, but... " I did not know what I was trying to say.

Kelly continued, "Ben, I never used to think sex was that important but something's happened to me since we started watching your films. It's as if something dormant in me has been awakened; something I never even knew was there. Look, Ben, I don't want to sound like a nymphomaniac, but I need regular sex."

How bloody ironic! We had only got in this situation in the first place because that was the one thing I was not getting.

"But we have been having great sex, Kelly."

She laughed. "How can you possibly say that, Ben? I agree we did for a while but the last time we made love was two weeks ago. During the past five or six weeks we have had sex no more than three or four times at the most. I know you've been exhausted by all the pressure at work," Kelly shook her head, "and I know you needed your sleep but I have needs too. I need to feel wanted; I also need sex. Do you know I've even bought a bloody vibrator! But it's not the same." There was a momentary pause. "And that's where Carl comes in. He gives me the real thing. That's all he wants from me. And that's all I want from him, too. We have a perfect relationship and it is based solely on sex."

"Just sex?"

She answered my unspoken question before she dealt with the one I had asked. "I am fond of him, Ben, but I don't love him, if that's what you're thinking." She carried on in her soft sensual voice, "And to answer your question, yes, it is just sex." I knew there was something else she wanted to say, so I waited. "He is very good in bed and it is very satisfying."

"So it will carry on then, Kelly?" My stomach was churning as I waited for her answer.

"I don't want it to stop, Ben, if that's what you're asking." Kelly looked at me, knowingly biting her lower lip in that seductive fashion of hers. If ever there was a bittersweet moment, it was then.

She was just standing there, totally impassive and with her arms at her side. I embraced her and told her how much I loved her. Her eyes welled up and then her arms were round my neck and we kissed passionately. I reached down to unzip her skirt and it fell in a crumpled heap around her feet. She undid my shirt and I quickly removed it, together with the rest of my clothes. Then I knelt down and pressed my lips against the soft curve of her stomach.

She was wearing skimpy white panties. And they were skimpy too! I put my hands under the thin lace strips and gently eased them down her legs. I immediately saw that the cotton in actual contact with that most intimate part of her was not white. His semen, oozing out of her, had caused the fabric to become wet and the crisp whiteness was now a translucent grey. Kelly stepped out of them when she felt them round her ankles and I picked them up. I trailed my finger in the wet patch.

"I see he's still not using a condom." I was stating the obvious.

"I'm hardly likely to get pregnant, am I?" she retorted. "He did use a condom the second time but we both prefer it without. It's not a problem for me because as soon as I come home I can use the bidet. Anyway, why are you concerned? If I remember rightly, you liked it last time!"

I could not dispute that. It had been incredibly erotic, licking her after he'd cum in her. But surely, that had been a one-off. It was hardly likely to become a habit, was it? There was another silence. She just stood there, her vulva right in front of my face, waiting for me to answer her.

She sensed what my answer would be when she felt my tongue briefly penetrate her. The taste was just as I remembered. She knew her prescience was spot on when I looked up at her.

"You don't have to use the bidet every time, Kelly."

And then we were both on the floor fucking for all we were worth. Perhaps it was the two weeks without, perhaps it was because she had been with Carl, but wet as she was, loose as she was, it was not long before I was spurting into her, and she was being filled up with spunk for the second time that same afternoon.

I told Kelly that I would like to take her out to dinner. Her pleasure was only marginally tempered when I asked her if she would refrain from using the bidet, and would agree to go out in the same skimpy panties that she'd just taken off. After she had otherwise freshened up and dressed we were sitting in the lounge waiting for a minicab to arrive.

Kelly's lean bare legs looked terrific; whatever ever else she'd been doing, she had been playing quite a bit of tennis and they were going a nice shade of brown. We opened the champagne whilst we waited. I raised my glass to the sexiest woman I'd ever known and she responded, nominating me as the most tolerant husband in the world. The minicab arrived and we went out to dinner.

There were a number of people already in the restaurant, and Kelly attracted no little interest. I found myself wondering how much more interest she might have attracted had anyone known that two different men had cum inside her that very afternoon and that she was still wet, a condition exacerbated as she walked to our candlelit table. The meal was very good and Kelly, who had a real glow about her, was on top form. We were enjoying a wonderful romantic evening together.

Occasionally there would be a slight lull in our conversation and when this happened, a thought kept recurring. I had initially rejected it as insane but it was insidious. I realised that when Kelly had been with her lover, and especially when there was evidence of the encounter, there was a new dimension to our lovemaking.

That afternoon had been a case in point. I also recalled how exciting it had been that night when I'd come home unexpectedly and when I had secretly watched them. What would it be like if I were to watch them with their knowledge? What if we were to be in the same room together and they were to have sex in front of me? I began to consider how I might be able to engineer such a situation. Slowly an idea began to take shape.

 

Chapter 7

 

As luck would have it the next time I went to the gym Carl was there. He was waiting to use a rowing machine and was taking the opportunity to have a drink of water. I engaged him in conversation. It seemed he went three times a week on a regular basis. I made sure I was there two days later when he arrived for his evening workout. I said that I'd only just arrived too, so we went round together. After we'd showered I asked him if he fancied a drink and we ended up having a couple of beers in the bar.

He seemed a likable enough chap, perhaps a bit flash, but he did have a sense of humour too. He told me he had his own business in computer equipment. I told him that my department was in the process of upgrading and that there might be an opportunity for him. I invited him to lunch and said that I would bring someone else so that we could discuss matters more fully. We agreed to meet in a smart Italian restaurant on the following Thursday at noon.

In the evening I told Kelly that I wanted to take her to lunch to thank her for her understanding when I had been so busy with the take-over. (The irony was wasted!) I knew of a very nice Italian restaurant and had already booked a table. I said I would be taking a taxi and would stop by her office on the way.

Kelly and I arrived at the restaurant twenty minutes after the appointed time. The poor punctuality was deliberate, so as to ensure that Carl would already be there. He was, and was sitting at a table with his back to the window. I ushered Kelly into the restaurant and walked up to Carl.

"Hello, Carl, so sorry we're late. Can I introduce you to my wife, Kelly! Oh! How stupid of me! I forgot, you two already know each other, don't you?" Carl's jaw dropped, his face was ashen. Kelly looked as if she was about to cry. "It's all right," I said, "I'm not about to make a scene, but I think we ought to talk."

It would have been pedantic to point out to Carl that I had invited him to lunch to discuss matters without actually specifying what those matters were. I had not got him there under false pretenses, and I could not be responsible if he had jumped to the wrong conclusion. Likewise with Kelly, I had not said it was a lunch for two! Just then the waiter came up. Neither Carl, nor Kelly was in a fit state to order, so I ordered for the three of us. When he'd taken the order I resumed talking, pausing between each sentence.

"Carl, I know what's been going on between the two of you. Kelly and I have discussed it at some length and she has informed me that she would like it to continue." She actually blushed at this point. There was a longer pause. I carried on, "And so would I!"

The silence was deafening. No one wanted to speak, so I continued. "I just don't want it to be behind my back, that's all." I looked at Carl, "Look, I'm not saying that the two of you cannot see each other alone," Kelly blushed again, "but occasionally, I would like to be present!" My throat was dry and my heart was pounding as I made this confession.

Kelly was the first to react. She held my hand and said, "Oh, Ben!"

It took a little while for the significance of what I had said to register with Carl. He looked around the restaurant to ensure he could not be overheard and then he spoke. He had a questioning look on his face.

"Let me get this straight. When you say that you want to be present, do you mean what I think you mean?"

"What do you think I mean?"

"That you actually want to watch?"

I nodded, "Yes. That is exactly what I mean." I could feel the lump in my throat as I waited for his reply.

"Are you taking the piss?"

"No, I'm deadly serious." There was no doubting my tone.

Carl looked at Kelly. "He is straight, isn't he?"

She nodded but her face showed her anxiety. She could see I was getting annoyed.

I spoke very deliberately. "You don't need to ask Kelly. You can ask me. Of course I'm straight, Carl. You've heard of voyeurism, haven't you? Well, being a voyeur doesn't mean you're bent. I don't suppose I'm the first husband to be turned on because his wife has been to bed with someone else."

Carl raised his hands as if to surrender. "Sorry, Ben. I wasn't casting any aspersions. It's just not what I expected we'd be discussing over lunch. And it was a bit of a shock, Kelly being with you."

Kelly was looking from one of us to the other and her relief was self-evident. Moments earlier she had been afraid that Carl and I would end up brawling in the restaurant.

"If it's any consolation, Carl, Kelly had no inkling, whatsoever, that we were meeting you for lunch and is probably just as shocked as you are. And, as far as the subject matter, we've never ever discussed such a thing before." I looked at her and she nodded in affirmation. "But now, I've put my cards on the table; you both know what I want. Whether or not I get it depends upon you two. It's your decision. And whatever you decide, there'll be no repercussions; that's a promise."

Carl let my words sink in and then he looked at Kelly. "How do you feel about it, Kelly?"

She looked first at her lover and then at me. "Well now that I've got over the shock..." There was a slight hesitancy in her voice; she was still weighing it up. "Er...I suppose it would be all right." Then she made up her mind and there was no more equivocation. "If that's what it takes to makes you happy, Ben," she smiled, "I'm prepared to do it, but I can only speak for myself. Carl has to make up his own mind."

"Well if it's okay with you, Kelly, it won't be a problem for me, that's for sure."

Kelly spoke for the two of them. The soft smile was still playing on her lips. "Well, Ben, it seems we all agree."

The waiter then arrived with our order and we commenced eating. We had a very nice Bardolino with our meal. There was far less tension now and we were even able to laugh occasionally. We ordered port with our coffees. Carl raised his glass. "I'd like to propose a toast to the three of us; 'the eternal triangle'. Or do I mean 'the equilateral triangle'?" He smiled at both of us.

Kelly, catching the mood at once, did likewise. "The Bermuda Triangle."

I wasn't about to be outdone, either. "Trafalgar Triangle!"

It was Kelly that asked the inevitable question. "Surely you mean square?"

"No, Kelly, of course not. How can you have a square triangle?"

This was getting a bit silly but it was a sign that the former tension had disappeared and that we were now at ease, hardly the case when we had first sat down. Being up front and open had helped bring about the change, but the alcohol we had consumed was also responsible for our relaxed state. In fact, we were not far from becoming as relaxed as newts. I asked the waiter for the bill.

As Kelly and I got up to leave, Carl said something about us all meeting on a Saturday night. He also told me that to pull a stunt like this, I had to have balls. Maybe I did, I thought to myself, but they weren't like his, though.

In the taxi on the way back, Kelly made it clear that she was none too happy about my subterfuge. (Isn't there a saying about people in glasshouses?) But it didn't matter, no harm had been done, and at least now everything was in the open.

That same evening the phone rang. I answered it. It was Carl and he asked if he could speak to Kelly. I suggested she take the call in the study where she could talk more freely. They must have been on the phone about fifteen minutes or so. When she returned she planted a long wet kiss on my cheek.

"He's going to come round on Saturday night. I told him he could stop over."

So, it was going to happen! My mouth was dry, and my heart was thumping as the full impact of Kelly's words began to register. I tried to speak calmly. "So what did he say to you, Kelly?"

"He just wanted to be sure that I was happy to go along with it. I told him that I was."

I kissed her. "Do you want to spend the night with him, Kelly."

"Would you mind if I did?" She was biting her lower lip.

"No. You can hardly invite him to stay and have him sleep on his own, can you?"

"Ben, you are wonderful!" She kissed me again.

Wonderful, or just a fool! My mind was in turmoil. There was, of course, intense excitement but there was real anxiety too. I was actually encouraging their relationship. Kelly was already aware of this and now, following our lunch, so too, was Carl. Kelly had said that it was just a mutual physical attraction, but there was a risk that it could become more than this.

Anyway, I reasoned to myself that they would continue to see each other, with or without my sanction and irrespective of whether I was there or not. It was not too difficult to persuade myself that the pros far outweighed any cons.

Next day, at the office, I struggled to concentrate on my work; most of the time I was thinking about the forthcoming weekend. I went to a ladies' shop in my lunch hour. I wanted to buy Kelly some undies for the following night. It was as if I was gift-wrapping Kelly for her lover. (I'm sure a psychiatrist would have a field day with me.) I was very particular. I didn't want anything loud or tarty. The colour had to be white or a pastel, I wanted her to look pure, virginal even.

I bought the only thing I liked, a pair of panties in white cotton. There was a cartoon drawing of a young couple on them. It was the sort of picture that would often adorn the front of a 'To my wife' birthday card. And under it, were the words, 'Be gentle with me.' On my way home that evening I also bought her some flowers. I gave her those as soon as I got in.

We finished our dinner and went and sat in the conservatory. I told her that I had another little gift for her and I gave her the panties. Kelly thought they were very sweet indeed, and told me she would wear them the following evening. I was really pleased that she liked them.

We had a couple of glasses of wine and ended up watching a bit of television before turning in for an early night. We made love but Kelly specifically asked me not to cum inside her. It was obvious to me that she didn't want her fanny tasting of semen. Not before tomorrow night anyway. I lay alongside her in bed listening to her regular breathing. Unlike me, she appeared to have no trouble getting off to sleep. I wondered if she'd go off to sleep so easily tomorrow night. Would she get the chance? Would she want to, even if she did!

I woke up early on the Saturday, made the tea and brought it upstairs to Kelly. Having tea in bed is very civilised way to start the weekend. There is time to talk to one another, for a start. But this morning conversation was virtually non-existent. It was evident that the tension was getting to us. Kelly usually goes shopping on Saturdays on her own.

I went with her this morning. I can't say it is my favourite occupation but at least it helped to pass the time. I have accompanied her before and I've found the best way to cope is to leave my brain at home. However it was different this day. I found myself fussing over things that, under other circumstances, I would not have given the slightest thought to. In Sainsbury's, for example, did we need any more coffee? Should we get custard creams or digestives or both? And then in Boot's, did Kelly have enough Femfresh?

I'm sure I must have driven her mad. We got back home at midday and had a light lunch. I kept myself busy in the afternoon, pottering around the garden. Kelly finished the housework, her last task being to put the freshly washed sheets and duvet cover back on our bed.

It was now about a quarter to seven. Kelly disappeared into the bathroom to get herself ready for the evening. She was still at it an hour or so later, when I bought her up a cup of tea. Fortunately we have a second bathroom so it was not a problem for me. I had showered, dressed and was already sitting in the lounge having a beer when she finally came down. She looked absolutely stunning.

Her hair was again swept up, her make-up was perfect, especially the eye shadow and she was wearing the same figure-hugging two-piece that she'd had on that unforgettable night when she'd rediscovered sex! She had put this outfit on just for me! The silver stud earrings and matching necklace looked just right, too. As she walked over to kiss me her unrestrained breasts gently swayed under the thin grey fabric.

"Kelly," I said, "you look terrific." Despite the beer my mouth felt dry.

"Thank you, Ben." She gave me the once-over. You look very nice yourself." All I had on was a short sleeve casual shirt, a pair of lightweight summer trousers and some decks. She stood in front of me. "And I'm wearing my new knickers. Do you want to see?" She pulled her skirt up. The dark shadow of her pubic hair was visible through the white cotton. The words, 'Be gentle with me' appeared slightly convex, covering her mound as they did.

I smiled at her. "They're delightful."

Just then we heard the minicab hooting. We had arranged to meet Carl at a pub, on neutral ground so to speak. A short while later we were driving into the car park of the Black Swan. I was aware of the butterflies in my stomach as I entered the pub. It was already quite crowded but Carl was nowhere to be seen. We sat at the last empty table and I went and got some drinks. Kelly took a sip of her gin and tonic. There was a slight pause and then she asked, "You are sure about this, Ben, aren't you?"

I felt my heart beating faster. "It's a bit late to be asking, Kelly, but yes, I am, as long you still want to go ahead with it." Was I still so sure? I thought I was, but the nearer we got to the moment of truth, the less certain I became. I attempted to deflect the question.

"What about you, Kelly, you do, don't you?"

"I think so, Ben. Anyway, it's what you wanted, isn't it?"

Our conversation was never going to end at this rate, nor was it destined to because just then Carl came in. He was wearing a light blue casual shirt and a pair of dark blue cords. There was a pleasant aroma of after-shave about him and his dark hair was shining. I said hello and shook his hand. He stood over Kelly and I saw him take a quick look down her neckline, no doubt taking in the swell of her breasts and the absence of a bra.

"Hello, Kelly. You look very nice." He bent down to kiss her hello. It was a formal act, exactly how one would have expected platonic friends to greet each other. No one watching would have thought otherwise. Nevertheless Kelly coloured slightly.

"Hello, Carl." Her voice betrayed her nervousness.

"What can I get you?" I asked him.

Carl had a lager and I got another round for Kelly and for me. Whether it was the heat, our nerves, or a combination of both, the drinks didn't last long. Carl got the next round in. We sat there talking about this and that but our conversation was somewhat stilted. In truth we were all preoccupied with what we were going to do when we got home.

It was now about ten. I looked at the two of them and suggested that we make a move. Both agreed and within fifteen minutes we were home. Carl retrieved an overnight bag from the boot of his car together with a bouquet of flowers, which he gave to Kelly. He dropped the bag in the hall and I led him into the lounge, forgetting momentarily that he already knew the way! I went out to fix some more drinks.

When I returned with them he was sitting in one of the armchairs whilst Kelly was sitting on the sofa. This was not going to plan! I again attempted some light conversation but with even less success than we'd had at the pub. The tension in the room was palpable; you could have cut it with a knife. I had to do something. I looked at my wife and spoke.

"Do you know what, Kelly, you look so gorgeous, I could give you one here and now! What do you think, Carl?"

Kelly looked embarrassed at this point. She leaned forward to get her glass and Carl, who was sitting opposite her, was again able to look down her top.

Carl, always the charmer, merely said in a soft voice, "You do look beautiful, Kelly. And I can see just what Ben means!"

I looked at Kelly sitting next to me. She was looking at Carl.

"Perhaps I ought to change places with Carl. Would you like that, Kelly?"

She was unable to speak for a moment. Carl was looking at her waiting for her to answer me. The room suddenly seemed deathly quiet. When she finally spoke, it was just one word.

"Yes."

 

Chapter 8

 

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