As you recall from previous chapters, my husband was laid off and I was forced into the work place.
I was fortunate to land a job working as Tom’s executive secretary.
Tom was more than just the President and principal owner of his company. Tom was a dear family friend. I had known Tom since I was a little girl.
If I am really honest, I must admit that my getting this job had more to do with my father’s friendship with Tom than it did with my somewhat limited secretarial skills, nonetheless, I worked hard to make sure Tom never regretted giving me this opportunity.
At home, things continued to deteriorate. In the months following David being laid off, I watched helplessly as my husband went from being simply discouraged to being despondent.
I understood the reasons for David’s despair. I even empathized with what he was dealing with, however, it was difficult to feel close to him during this period. He was drinking heavily and our sex life had become nonexistent.
Although I was distressed as I witnessed my husband wallow in self-pity and depression, I was genuinely enjoying working for Tom. Tom was kind, witty, intelligent and charming.
Truthfully, my job, and my interactions with Tom, were the high point of my life. So I was taken aback when Tom confided in me that his business was at risk. Our company’s largest customer was threatening to change suppliers, a move that would place our company’s very existence in jeopardy.
Tom and I made a quick trip to New Orleans where we met with the Supply Chain Manager. Don was a charming middle aged man who fell victim to my charms almost immediately.
Through a combination of Tom’s knowledge and salesmanship, and my shameless flirtation and grinding on the dance floor with Don, we were able to convince him to keep his company’s business with Tom’s firm.
As Tom escorted me back to my room, he was effusive in his praise, telling me that I had saved the company. While I knew I played a significant role in the night’s success, I also realized that it was Tom’s knowledge, quiet confidence and salesmanship that really delivered the account.
We said our good-nights, and I entered my room alone.
As I shut the door to my room and latched the lock, I saw that we had left the doors connecting our rooms open. I stood there staring at the open door leading to Tom’s room.
I heard Tom enter his room, and approach the open door. “I guess I should close this, huh?”
I took a deep breath. My heart was pounding in my chest as I heard myself utter the words, “You can leave it open if you want.”
I felt myself blush at my boldness. Tom was my boss, and my father’s friend. I was a married woman. What was I thinking?
Perhaps it was the three glasses of chardonnay and the two mojitos, or perhaps it was the fact that my husband had not touched me intimately in over three months, but I was very attracted to Tom at that moment. I did not want the evening to end. I did not want to be alone.
“I think you still owe me a dance, remember?”
He smiled and replied, “I do remember something about that.”
Tom and I danced in my room, savoring the day’s victory and how each of us played a role in it.
“I really enjoyed watching you work today. I loved the way you handled those engineers this afternoon. And the way you closed the deal with Don tonight, well let’s just say, I thought it was very sexy,” I said honestly.
“Connie, you deserve all the credit. You had Don eating out of the palm of your hand. I just sealed the deal.”
“We made a pretty good team today, huh?”
“We sure did,” Tom agreed as he hugged me warmly.
It was naïve to think I could spend the night in his arms and we’d behave ourselves. It certainly was unrealistic to think that I could allow Tom in my bed and still keep my marriage vows. However, as I danced with him, I thought that we might just hold each other through the night. Silly huh?
However, his touch was intoxicating. It had been so long since I had been held, and touched, I needed more.
When I asked Tom to stay with me, to share my bed that night, he surprised me by telling me that he had not been with a woman since his wife died, nearly seven years ago. Upon hearing this, I knew I wanted him to remain with me all night long.
I have never wanted to give myself to a man more than I wanted to give myself to Tom at that moment. I wanted to hold him, take him inside me. I wanted him to cum in me, and hold me through the night.
We spend that night at the New Orleans Ritz Carlton hotel making love. It was the most beautiful night of love making I had ever experienced. I climaxed twice.
Tom and I made love again the next morning before showering together.
Over breakfast, Tom offered me a promotion to account manager, which after considerable discussion, I cautiously accepted.
On the drive back home, I was feeling a deep affection for Tom, and I was feeling quite frisky and naughty. So while crossing the eighteen mile long Atchafalaya Basin Bridge, I gave Tom the best blowjob of his life. Partially out of necessity, and partially because of my desire to show Tom the depth of my commitment to him, I did something I had never done before, I swallowed his semen. This was something I had never done for my husband, David.
Back Home:
We arrived at the office a few minutes before two o’clock, just in time for Tom to participate in his scheduled conference call with his supplier. Tom invited me to sit in on the call in attempt to bring my transition into my new role as account manager as quickly as possible.
We both behaved professionally for the remainder of the afternoon. I looked at the clock on my office wall, it was 5:47 p.m., time to head home. I was feeling anxious about seeing David. I was a very different woman than the one who left on the business trip to New Orleans with her boss yesterday morning.
Before I left the office, I knocked on Tom’s door.
“Can I come in?” I asked.
“Of course you can. What’s up?”
“I wanted to say good night… No that’s not really true…I wanted to thank you for everything. Tom, last night and this morning…well, let’s just say it was the most beautifully intimate experience of my life. Really Tom, it was the best sex of my life,” I was rambling. I could not seem to talk coherently.
“Connie, it was the most beautiful night of my life as well. Thank you. Fifty-two year old men don’t often have a night like we had last night,” he replied. Then he added, “Are you going to be alright?”
“Yeah, I think so. I’m just having a little anxiety attack as I am getting ready to head home.”
Tom sat silently for a moment before asking, “Would you like to go somewhere and talk? Get a drink or something?”
“I better not. I need to go home and face David.”
“What do you plan to tell him? About us I mean?”
“Oh nothing. He does not ever need to know what we shared.”
“You said ‘shared’, past tense. Is that what you want? To put it in the past?”
I shook my head and confessed, “Tom, I wish I was that strong, but I’m not. I don’t know exactly what I want, but I know I want to be with you again when we have the opportunity.”
“I want that, too, Connie. May I kiss you before you go?”
I nodded and walked around to his side of the desk. Tom stood and took me in his arms. I raised my face and he kissed me deeply. I opened my mouth to accept his tongue. I felt his penis throb to life as I pressed my body into his.
After about thirty or forty seconds, I broke off the kiss. I reached down and gave his cock a playful squeeze.
“You really are amazing. I feel like I’m necking with a teenager the way you are hard all the time. I like it,” I teased.
“You make me feel like a teenager. I can’t seem to get enough of you,” he admitted.
“Maybe we’ll find some time tomorrow to take care of this. But I need to get home now. Thank you again for everything,” I said as I left his office.
I stopped at Ambassador’s Wine and Spirits Shoppe on the way home and picked up a bottle of Drambuie for David. I wanted to minimize any chance that my husband would decide to try to end his three month bout of celibacy tonight and want to fuck me.
After the intimacy I shared with Tom last night and again this morning, being fucked by David had no appeal right now. Also, I did not want to have to answer why I decided to shave my vulva while on a business trip with my boss. That would be tough to explain.
I knew if I gave David this bottle of Drambuie, he would have several drinks and be very happy to pass-out on the couch. It was an outcome that was in both of our best interests.
It was nearly seven o’clock when I arrived home, toting my overnight bag in one hand and a bottle of Drambuie in the other.
“I got this for you. It’s kind of a celebration gift,” I said as I placed the bottle of the amber liquor on the table next to David’s recliner.
“What are we celebrating?”
“Several things. It was a very successful trip.”
David hit the mute button on the remote, silencing the television.
“Tell me about it,” he asked.
I thought to myself, ‘Honey, there are certain parts of this trip that you are better off not knowing about’.
“Well, we saved the account, and I got a new job.”
“A new job?”
“Yep, you are looking at the new account manager for our biggest client.”
“Yeah, who’d you have to sleep with to make that happen,” David replied curtly.
Fuck him! I knew he wouldn’t be happy for me. I knew he’d see this as a further threat to his masculinity. Fuck him, I thought to myself. But I did not want to overreact. Above all else, I did not want to have a fight with him tonight.
“David, don’t be a jerk. I didn’t have to sleep with anyone to get this job,” I answered with a level of irritation detectable in my tone. “You know, it would be nice if you could be happy for me, for us. This job comes with a big raise, a bonus and a company car. And God knows, we can use the money.”
I walked into the bedroom, tossed my overnight bag on the bed and began unpacking. A few minutes later David came into the bedroom.
“You’re right. I’m sorry. It was a dickhead thing to say. So seriously, how does someone go from secretary to account manager overnight? And I literally mean, overnight?”
“No one is more surprised than I was. But the Supply Chain Manager at Gulf States took a shine to me. I admit I flirted with him, made him feel like he was the smartest, most charming man in the world. I laughed at his corny jokes. You know the regular stuff. Tom did all the heavy lifting on closing the deal, but I kept the Supply Chain manager’s attention with a few strategically placed hands on his arms and shoulders as we talked.”
I thought to myself, ‘So far I haven’t lied. I may not be telling the whole truth, but I haven’t lied’.
I told David about our meetings with the corrosion and chemical treating engineers, and dinner with Don. I even admitted dancing with Don and feeling him get a bit of a hard-on while we danced. David listened politely, but said nothing. I couldn’t tell how he felt about Don getting a boner while dancing with me. Was he pissed? Jealous? I could not tell.
“David, I’m going to run through the shower before dinner. Why don’t you pour us each a glass of Drambuie and I’ll be out shortly,” I said as I walked into the master bathroom.
I hung up the jacket and skirt of my navy blue suit, and was unbuttoning my blouse when David returned carrying two glasses of the amber colored liquor over ice.
I took one sip and placed the glass on my sink. I was now wearing only my blouse, which was unbuttoned, and my matching bra and panty set.
“Connie, I am proud of you for getting this promotion. I’m sorry if I don’t show it properly. To be honest, I’m feeling like a failure right now, and my own failure makes it difficult for me to express how proud I am at what you are accomplishing.”
I felt an unexpected empathy and warmth towards my husband, two emotions I had not felt for the past several months. I hugged him as I tried to console him, “David, what happened with your job was not your fault. You didn’t get fired, you were laid off. The entire energy industry is in the toilet. A lot of really good engineers have been laid off.”
I suddenly felt something else that I had not felt in months, David’s penis pulsed to life against my abdomen.
David brought his hand up under my bra and raised it up, exposing my breasts under my open blouse. My nipples responded, growing erect under his touch. While David teased my right nipple with his left hand, he placed his fingers under my chin and raised it up. David leaned in and kissed me deeply.
My head was spinning. On one hand, I was not prepared for this amorous overture. I was certainly not sure I wanted it. A little over an hour ago, I was kissing my boss goodnight, a man with whom I felt like I was falling in love.
On the other hand, this was my husband, a man to whom I promised to love and cherish in good times and bad. Six months ago, I intended to spend the rest of my life with David and have his children. However, over the past six months, I felt that love, as well as my respect, slowly erode away. Now I was seeing the slightest glimmer of the man I once loved inside this shell that had seemed so empty for months.
I know it sounds absurd, but I felt like I was cheating on my lover, Tom, as my husband opened his mouth, sliding his tongue between my lips, and felt me up. Emotionally, I was a mess. David, took my hand and lowered it to the erection that was forming in his pants. His cock throbbed under my touch.
“You appear to be ready for some action tonight. What’s got into you?”
“I’m not exactly sure why I am reacting this way, but I started getting hard when you described how you flirted with the Supply Chain Manager, and he got a woody…what was his name? Dan?”
“Don.”
“Okay, Don. When I thought about you dancing with him and teasing him just enough to get the account…I don’t know…I could picture you doing that, and it seemed very sexy to me.”
Okay, now I was confused. Did my husband just tell me that thinking about me dancing with another man, a man who got an erection while we danced, aroused him? This was bizarre. However, my hand was resting on his cock, which was erect and throbbing under my touch, demonstrating beyond any doubt that this did arouse him.
I wondered silently, ‘why would this arouse him?’ and ‘how far would he want me to go?’ I needed to understand this a little better.
“So it doesn’t make you jealous to think about another man dancing with me and getting a stiffy?” I was stroking his erection through the linen material of his trousers now.
“I’m not sure I understand it myself, but no, not really. I didn’t feel jealous. But imagining you teasing this guy and him responding…I don’t know…it got me kind of hot.”
“What if he had made a pass at me?”
“Did he?”
“No, he was a gentleman. Rather than make a pass at me, he told me he needed to go home and give his wife a pickle tickle,” I answered honestly.
I thought to myself, ‘It was me, not Don, who played around the edges on the dance floor. I was the one grinding into him while we danced. I was the one who pulled him into the corner of the hallway and kissed him and placed his hand on my breast. And, I was the one who gave his penis a playful squeeze under the table’, but David did not need to know any of that.
“I don’t know Connie. Knowing another guy gets hard around you just reminds me how sexy you are.”
“So you need to be reminded, huh?” I asked rhetorically.
“I guess I do,” he answered somewhat smugly.
“How would you feel about it if he had not been such a gentleman? What if he had made a pass at me?” I asked cautiously, as I continued to stroke his erection through the cotton material of his trousers. Just the mention of someone getting a little fresh with me on the dance floor made his cock swell noticeably.
“I don’t know. The thought of you playing around the edges a little bit does sound sexy, especially if you told me about it, or better yet, if I was watching from a seat at the bar.”
I realized I was on dangerous ground here. I did not understand why these thoughts were arousing my husband, but the way his cock was throbbing to life for the first time in months was irrefutable evidence that they were.
“Okay, tell me what you’d want to see me do on the dance floor. Imagine that you are sitting at the bar watching me, and I’m dancing with a stranger on the dance floor. Tell me what he’s doing to me. What am I doing to him?”
I unzipped his fly and fished out his erection. It was more rigid than anytime I could remember. This subject was exciting him.
“Well at first, he’s just holding you really close, and you can feel his cock pulsing to life against you, so you know he’s getting hard.”
“David, that’s exactly what happened last night,” I confessed, as I slowly pumped his cock in my fist.
“Then he starts grinding against you, humping.”
“David, Don was humping against me last night,” I admitted.
“Did you hump back against him?”
Oh my, how honest should I be?
“I might have. It was kind of sexy having him rub his cock against me. And after all, it’s been months since you’ve fucked me. I might have humped back a little, involuntarily of course. I did get a little wet.”
“I imagine him starting to rub your back and squeeze your butt a little bit, maybe running his hands up your sides and feeling the sides of your tits.”
“Do I push his hands away? Or do I let him cop a feel?”
“You don’t push him away,” David stated sternly.
“Oh my, I’m being a bad girl on the dance floor, aren’t I?”
“You’re doing what I want you to do. I want you to let him touch you,” David answered, full embracing the role playing.
“And what would you be thinking as you watched him do this to your wife? What would you be feeling?” I asked, genuinely wanting to understand what David was thinking and feeling.
“I’d be thinking, ‘my wife is so sexy that he can’t keep his hands off her’.”
“You wouldn’t be mad at me for not stopping him? You wouldn’t be feeling jealous?”
“In my fantasy, I told you to let him touch you. In fact, in my fantasy, I actually made you promise not to stop him from touching you. You were instructed to let him touch you anywhere and anyway he wants.”
“Oh my, anywhere?”
“Anywhere,” David said almost as though it was a command.
I formed a mental image of this situation, and I was shocked at my reaction. I was getting aroused thinking about this.
David slipped my open blouse off my shoulders. I released his erect cock momentarily to remove my blouse and bra, placing them on the counter next to my bathroom sink. I was now only wearing my panties. My nipples were hard as pebbles. My vagina was starting to leak soaking the gusset of my panties.
I thought about taking David to the bedroom and letting him fuck me, but then I remembered my shaved vulva.
I felt a surge of panic as I realized that I had no plausible explanation why I shaved my pussy while on a business trip with Tom. David hadn’t touched me in months, so I certainly could not claim I did it for him. And no one else was supposed to see my newly shaven vulva unless I was planning on breaking my marriage vows, which I had done last night.
I needed to keep my panties on tonight if at all possible. That was not going to be easy.
David quickly unbuckled his pants and stepped out of them. He pulled his shirt over his head and removed his socks and boxers. He was naked in front of me. His chest and shoulders were not as well developed and muscular at Tom’s, and his abdomen was not quite as tight, nonetheless, he did look good standing there naked, his boner standing straight up, like a soldier at attention. Yes, despite not working out regularly, David still had a nice body. He was still an attractive man.
Unlike Tom’s thicker erection, which when fully aroused stood out horizontally from Tom’s abdomen, David’s cock stood straight up, rigidly pointing to the ceiling. I wondered silently if the reason Tom’s cock did not stand straight up on its own was his age, or was it the fact that it was too thick and heavy to do so?
“So, in your fantasy, how far do you let him go?”
Tom paused for a second. He was contemplating how open and candid to be with me. After a few seconds, he decided to truly open up and share his fantasies with me.
“It depends. Sometimes, I have him take your hand and place it on his cock while you are dancing. Sometimes I have him touch your pussy under your skirt while he kisses you. No matter the situation, you get very aroused.”
I sighed heavily before responding, “Well, under those circumstances, I can certainly see that happening. My pussy will be literally flowing if you are going to send me out on the dance floor and order me to let a stranger touch me any way he wants.
“So this idea appeals to you too?” David asked anxiously.
“I wouldn’t actually want to do it, but I admit it is arousing to talk about it,” I admitted. “So, in your fantasy, how far do you let this go until you step in and put a stop to it?”
I was stroking his cock in my fist as I talked.
“Do you jack off while you fantasize about me doing this?” I asked as I imagined my husband pumping his cock. There was something very sexy about imagining my husband jacking off while fantasizing about me.
“Yes, all the time. Can you promise me that you won’t get mad if I tell you something?”
“As long as it is just fantasy, I promise, I won’t get mad.”
“I imagine that the song ends and you bring him over to the bar to introduce me to him. I shake his hand, the hand that moments ago was all over my wife’s ass, tits and pussy. I suggest we get a table and invite him to join us for a drink.”
“Oh my. That could be dangerous. I’d be so nervous, scared even. So what happens next?”
“Well, we get a booth over in a dark corner of the bar and you sit between us. Of course, you’ve had quite a lot to drink.”
“Of course, otherwise I’d never do these things, right?” I reasoned. “You’re very hard. You really like this fantasy, don’t you? So, what happens next?”
David was starting to rock his hips in time with the hand job he was receiving. I felt my pulse in my erect clitoris as I responded to the mental images being created in my mind’s eye.
“Well, we order another round of drinks. You are pretty drunk. Then I suggest that you give your friend a kiss to thank him for the dance.”
“Oh dear. You make me kiss him? And, not a little peck, but a full, open mouthed, tongue probing kiss, right. I mean I am so fucking turned on that I start necking with a stranger in a booth while my husband watches me, right?”
I was involuntarily rocking my own hips and squeezing my thighs together as David and I wove the details of this fantasy together. I was very aroused.
David’s breathing was getting labored now as I continued to masturbate him. I knew I could make him cum with my hand if I could just find the right combination of words to push him over the edge.
“What are you thinking as you watch me suck his tongue into my mouth? How do you feel as this stranger grabs my tit and starts feeling me up right in front of you? You know that he wants to fuck me. He wants to fuck your slutty little wife. How does that make you feel?”
“I get very turned on,” David panted. There was a detectable quiver in his voice. His orgasm was close now.
With my right hand still pumping my husband’s cock, I reach into my panties with my left hand and begin masturbating my very sensitive clitoris. I know I can make myself cum too.
“Oh baby, he’s going to slip his hand between my legs. Right there, with you watching, I open my thighs to give him full access. I’d be so fucking wet. I couldn’t help myself. He feels how wet the crotch of my panties is, and he knows how fucking turned on I am. He slides his fingers up inside the leg opening of my panties and finds my wet slit. Right there, in the bar, with people all around, he penetrates me and starts finger fucking your wife. She’s being such a slut…”
That did it. That pushed him over the edge.
David grunted and his entire body stiffened. I was pumping his cock furiously now. Suddenly, a large rope of semen erupted from his cock and landed on my wrist and forearm.
I kept pumping his cock and my left hand is rubbing my erect little nubbins at a furious pace.
“That’s it, baby. Cum for me. Cum while some stranger finger fucks your wife in a bar.”
Then it hit me. The first wave of my own orgasm crashed through me.
“Oh fuck, David, I’m gonna cum…oh fuck…I’m such a little slut letting this stranger finger me…oh shit,” I cried out as I quivered under my own touch.
Suddenly a second, slightly smaller string of sperm shot from his throbbing cock.
“Oh fuck, I couldn’t hold back. Damn. I feel dizzy,” David exclaimed as he removed my tiny hand from his erection.
“I know. Neither could I,” I confessed. “You really like that story, huh? I don’t think I’ve given you a hand job since we’ve been married,” I said thoughtfully.
“I think you’re right,” David agreed.
Actually, I doubt I had masturbated David since before the first time I let him fuck me, long before we were married.
“Connie, I tried not to cum, but when you started talking about the stranger fingering you while I watched, I just lost it.”
“I know that thinking about it arouses you, but you’d probably feel very differently if it actually happened.”
“I don’t know how I’d feel. Would you actually want to do something like that?” he asked.
I smiled and decided not to answer directly. I simply said, “I need a shower. I need to wash your semen off my arm and get cleaned up after a long day. Would you call Formosa and have them deliver some dinner?”
Formosa was a Chinese restaurant that David and I frequently called for delivery. I figured I could shower and get my pajamas on while he ordered dinner, avoiding having to explain my shaved pussy, at least for the evening.
“Sure, but first let me run through the shower with you.”
I felt my face flush and my heart race as I tried to organize my thoughts. I walked over to the shower stall and turned on the hot water. It would take a minute or two until the hot water arrived in the bathroom.
I turned my back to David, and lowered my panties.
“David, I have a little surprise for you. I was feeling a little adventurous last night and I did something before I went to bed. I hope you like it,” I said nervously. I did not know if he would believe I shaved for him, but it was the only thing I could think to say.
I turned around, slowly and raised my arms over my head and struck my sexiest pose. “Do you like it?”
“You shaved your pussy.”
“Uh huh. Tom and I were walking back to the hotel from the bar last night. We were walking in the French Quarter on Bourbon Street past several strip clubs. Several had pictures of naked women in the windows to entice customers inside. I noticed every one of the girls in the pictures had shaved her pussy. So I figured, ‘why not?’ Do you like my new look?”
David’s cock swelled noticeably as he studied my naked form silently for several seconds before answering.
“What made you decide to do this last night, while you were away?”
“To be honest, I was a little bit drunk, feeling kind of horny after dancing with Don and feeling his cock get hard, and I guess it made me feel kind of sexy to do it. I felt naughty and sexy all day knowing my pussy was bare,” I answered.
“Does Tom know you did this?”
I could not help looking shocked, and perhaps guilty, as I stammered, “Why would you ask that?”
David, studied my expression for an inordinate amount of time before stating, “You did not answer my question. Does Tom know you shaved your pussy?”
Nervously, I answered, “I might have mentioned it to him over breakfast.”
“Might have?”
“David, we were joking and flirting at breakfast. I was acting a little naughty. He likes it when I flirt and tease him. I mentioned that I was feeling a little naughty last night and I did something I’ve never done before.”
“Did you actually say ‘I shaved my pussy’?”
“No, I did not use those words.”
“What words did you use?” David asked without revealing whether or not he was angry, or hurt, or simply curious.
“I don’t know exactly what I said, but it was something like, ‘The wine and the mojitos made me a little crazy last night. I was feeling kind of frisky when I got back to the room I shaved something I’ve never shaved before.’ To which he asked, ‘what did you shave?’
And I answered, ‘Now you’re getting kind of personal there.’ It was harmless teasing.”
I honestly do not know why I didn’t just tell David that Tom has no idea what is in my panties. As I write this I wonder, did some part of me want to tell my husband about my affair? Did some part of me want to get caught? Confess all? Perhaps I did.
“And how did Tom react to the news?”
“He grabbed his chest and pretended he was having a heart attack, and said, ‘Oh Connie, you’re killing me here.’ It really was just two friends teasing and having some fun.”
“You have a thing for him, don’t you? A little crush of sorts?”
“David he’s twice my age. He’s my father’s friend and my boss,” I protested weakly.
David got a strange smile on his face and observed, “Once again you didn’t answer the question. Do you have a crush on your boss?”
I took a deep breath and sighed heavily, “David, Tom is an attractive, charming man. He is highly intelligent, confident, but not arrogant. And he’s kind and decent. Yes, I suppose I have a little crush on him. If I were single, and into older men, he’d be interesting company.”
“Do you ever think about him sexually?”
“No, of course not,” I lied.
David’s cock was nearly three quarters erect now. He took my hand and guided me into the shower stall. He turned me so I was facing the corner and, placing his hands on my hips, pulled my butt back towards him, forcing me to bend over slightly.
“Are you going to fuck me in here?”
“Yes, I believe I am.”
“Are you thinking about me with the stranger in the bar again?”
“No, I am imagining you teasing Tom and getting him all flustered, if he can still get it up once in a while,” David quipped.
I was so tempted to tell my husband, ‘Oh, he can get it up, I promise you’, but I didn’t say that.
David wedged the head of his cock inside me from behind.
“Connie, you’re very wet.”
“I know.”
David reached around and grabbed my breasts and pinched my nipples while he fucked me from behind. His thighs made a loud slapping sound against my wet ass every time he plunged into me.
I was getting close to my own climax but having just cum, I couldn’t get past that magic line. My husband pushed deep inside me and shuddered, ejaculating inside me. It was the first time he had fucked me in over three months. And his libido was heightened by thinking about some stranger fondling me in a bar while he watched.
I pushed my ass back into him as his erection pulsed inside me. Finally, after a minute or so, he slowly withdrew from my dilated vagina.
“Okay, let me get cleaned up now. Dry off and order our Chinese food,” I instructed as I soaped up the loofah and began to scrub the semen off my arm and wrist.
“Sorry we didn’t get you again, baby,” David apologized for cumming before I could achieve my second orgasm.
“It’s okay. I got close though. There’ll be other times. I may need to use my vibrator tonight so I can get to sleep.”
As David stepped out of the shower he surprised me yet again. “Why don’t you invite Tom over for dinner on Saturday night? I’ll grill some steaks or ribs.”
“David, what do you have in mind?”
“Oh, nothing special. Just a nice quiet evening with my wife and her boss.”
“David, I don’t think this is such a good idea.”
David smiled and said, “Well, think about it. We’ll talk more later. I need to go order some Chinese food.”
That night, I did masturbate using my favorite red, jelly vibrator. I call him ‘big red’. It is eight inches long, nearly two inches thick, and very realistic. I was able to achieve my orgasm in record time.
I smiled as I enjoyed the slow post orgasmic decent as I thought that between Tom and big red, I’ve enjoyed more orgasms in the past twenty-four hours than I had in the previous three months.
At the office :
It was seven forty five when I arrived at Tom’s office. Closing the door behind me, I said, “Tom, we’ve got a situation. I’m not sure if you’re going to think it’s a problem, or an opportunity. At the very least, it is very awkward.”
“Okay, Connie, whatever it is, we’ll deal with it,” Tom reassured me. “What is the situation?”
“David wants me to invite you to dinner on Saturday,” I blurted out.
“Well, that is a bit awkward. Did you tell him about us?”
“No, not exactly, but last night was a very strange night. Very strange.”
“Okay, what happened?”
“I discovered that my husband fantasizes about me teasing other men, and allowing them to become quite familiar with me.”
Tom furrowed his brow as he tied to process what I had just told him.
“I’m sure that you are going to tell me how you discovered this fantasy, but first, how did that lead to me getting a dinner invitation?”
“Well, under considerable duress, I admitted that not only do I find you attractive, but that I also have a bit of a crush on you. I didn’t tell him that you and I have ever been intimate in any way,” I assured him.
“So now he wants to invite me to dinner?”
“Tom, I know how awkward this is. And I completely understand if you politely decline. I did promise David that I would extend the invitation.”
“So what will happen if I accept?”
“I think David will want to watch me flirt with you, tease you, maybe even accidentally flash you a bit. I’m not sure precisely how the evening will go,” I admitted.
“I see. And when you are flirting and teasing me, is David going to go ape shit? Is he going to go postal on me?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
Tom let out a loud laugh, “Connie, you need to do better than ‘I don’t think so’. I don’t want David getting pissed and shooting my ass.”
“Okay, no, he’s not going to go postal.”
“So how far are you willing to go with this?” Tom asked.
“That’s the thing, I don’t know.”
Coming soon: A vulnerable housewife – Chapter Five – dinner with my husband and my lover
(Note: A special thank you to Don and Lisa, whose proofreading and editing has greatly improved the quality of this story.)
