Friday 15th December 2017
Standing amongst the late-afternoon throng of greeters and family members, I felt decidedly lonely and alone. A father of three, a husband of twenty-plus years, but on that afternoon, standing in that crowd it felt like I was the only one without company. Without someone to chat to or hold. You know, the guy at the party awkward and by himself, trying to break into everyone else’s conversations.
That’s how I felt. A feeling accompanied by a nervousness I’d known since my early days of dating Jill. Wondering whether she’d show, wondering whether she liked me as much as I liked her, wondering whether we’d get beyond being friends, to the kind of relationship I’d known I’d wanted since I first set eyes on her.
I was nervous not only because I’d seen so little of Jill these last five weeks. But also because it the snippets of time I’d seen of the days and weeks she’d spent with Chris it was clear to me that they’d grown closer together. It was something I told myself was only natural, and that would work itself out when Jill was back home. But, nonetheless, I worried about it.
As I flicked my left wrist to check the time for the umpteenth time, for some reason my mind went back to the first time I’d met Jill. At that party just a few months after Callan had dumped her and broken her heart. The fateful party she’d only attended because one of her friends had dragged her to the party.
That moment seemed so long ago, yet in other ways seemed fresh and almost yesterday. I could clearly remember how she’d had such a coy but intriguing smile. How like a flower bud she’d slowly, inch-by-inch opened herself up to me as we chatted, her reticence from her recent heart-break gradually inching back as she warmed to another human. Something she didn’t find so easy, still hurting and wounded from Callan’s betrayal of her love. How I’d even on that first meeting sensed she was someone very special. Someone I wanted to know better. Someone, even then I thought had a wonderful mix of qualities, even though she was trying her best to stay guarded and wary.
But even in this quiet and withdrawn state of mind, her warmth, humor, and intelligence had shone through her three-sixty degree shield. Qualities complemented by a natural poise, grace, and beauty that I found magnetic and beguiling. Qualities she wore with a lightness that many beautiful women never approach.
As all these images and memories flooded back to me as I stood lonely in the busy airport I felt a tear come to my eye, wondering not for the first time why I’d been such a fool and agreed to the last month. But just as I was about to become even more maudlin and depressed, I saw that smile that had melted my heart all those years ago.
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As Jill smiled and pulled her oversized suitcase I felt my heart soar with happiness. Every little corner and nook and cranny of my body flooding with adrenaline in a feeling I don’t think I’d ever quite known before. I couldn’t help but think how good she looked, her legs shown off by the swishing short skirt and heels she was sporting. Her top business-like but tight enough and showing enough cleavage to give me the first stirrings of a welcome home hard-on.
My mind was just turning to how good it would be to be naked in bed with Jill when my happy little world was spoiled as Jill turned her head and cast a look behind her. For a second I was confused, and then all was clear as he appeared around the corner. Chris, my wife’s boss and now her five-week lover.
Jill stopped walking toward me, waiting for Chris to catch-up, her head still turned toward him and away from me. Only when he’d caught up and they’d exchanged words and a laugh did Jill turn back toward me and start walking again. My welcome home hard-on had run away and hidden in that changing moment, even though Jill was still smiling at me with that same smile I’d loved all these years.
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Jill had flown to her first meeting on Sunday 12th November and the five weeks she’d been on the road were different from what I’d expected in so many ways. We’d only had three short, truncated weekends together over the last month. Their intense travel schedule covering twenty-two plants nationwide meaning even on those three short weekends Jill typically arrived late Friday or in the early hours of Saturday morning, and had to leave for the airport again Sunday afternoon. The masochist in me had even calculated the hours we’d managed to spend together. One hundred and twenty-five hours in total, from the seven-hundred and ninety-two hours that had passed since Chris, had honked his horn and Jill had given me a farewell kiss and skipped towards his waiting car. One hour for me for every five Chris and Jill got to share together.
Not surprisingly through all the FaceTime calls over the last month I’d had a front-row seat as I watched Jill and Chris grow closer together. Day-by-day and week-by-week. The inevitable consequence not just of their ‘man and wife’ daily and nightly co-habitation. But also pushed closer by the shared experience of the intensity and challenges of the difficult discussions and negotiations.
What do they say? The closest friendships are often forged in times of war, facing and overcoming shared adversity. Well, I guess, on a smaller scale this was part of what had also pushed Chris and Jill even closer.
Through this month those three short-weekends together had been the vital lifeline that kept me from going crazy. Each time Jill and I were back together I could lose myself in our time together and love-making. Much of each weekend spent in bed. Making love, holding each other and talking. But each weekend seemed to go so quickly, with Jill having to leave almost as soon as she got home.
My other anchor-point was the daily calls I received. Calls which continued to be split nearly fifty-fifty between the calls Jill knew about and started, and the calls she didn’t know about when Chris fired up FaceTime without Jill’s knowledge or consent.
I continued to feel guilty at watching these calls and not letting on to Jill that they were happening and that I was enjoying them. That I was Chris’s accomplice in this, with him and me on the inside and Jill on the outside and blissfully ignorant.
But the truth is I was hooked on them and the window the secret calls offered into the soap opera that was the developing relationship between them. Watching them and then the quiet and thoughtful hours that followed was a turbo-charged whirlpool of emotional highs and lows. I loved watching the physical act between them. Watching Jill’s enjoyment of another man – her handsome boss with his big cock and imaginative and skilled love-making. A pleasure that was boosted by my bizarre enjoyment of the obvious growing closeness between them.
A large part of those quiet hours after the calls had ended was spent in contemplation of why the hell I enjoyed this growing closeness between Chris and my wife. Often it troubled and worried me, which was natural and didn’t require any thought or contemplation. It would have been like asking why fire burns. But why the hell did a part of me enjoy the growing closeness between Jill and Chris, with all the dangers and risks it entailed.
During those weeks it was Gemma and her husband Duncan who helped me understand it better. The whole excitement and rush of doing something I knew was dangerous and risky. They often likened it to the thrills people get from extreme sports. The kick and rush from facing risk and potential harm or death, calibrated to just the right level and only enjoyable because they know most likely they’re actually safe. With all these conversations with them came the realization that I only enjoyed Jill and Chris’ growing closeness because deep down I trusted Jill. That even if she grew closer to Chris, at the end of the day I was the one she truly loved and put first in her life.
But even knowing this, you can imagine there were many evenings and days when I doubted the wisdom of the game we were playing. However big the thrill and adrenaline rush I felt at other times.
On the three short weekends when Jill was back many times I thought of broaching the subject with Jill. But something held me back. Telling myself that there’d be plenty of time to discuss it when the five-week road trip was over. Thinking that in some way if I discussed it with Jill it would burst the bubble – reducing both my angst and pleasure.
The two most memorable episodes in this month were when I was a secret fly-on-the-wall when after making love Jill instigated conversations about their relationship and how things would be when they were back in Miami at the end of the trip.
It was weird in the extreme to be sitting there on tenterhooks secretly listening and watching as Jill talked about us and me with another guy. Surely the ultimate masochistic pain and thrill rolled into one. Our life of the last twenty-three years turned on its head, with me on the outside as Jill and another guy were on the inside talking about me.
During both conversations, Jill told Chris she was worried that things could never go back to how they were before between the two of them. Chris just smiled and asked ‘did that have to be a problem.’
“But what about Dave? How’s he going to feel about it? About the changes? It wasn’t part of the deal and what we agreed to and talked about with this trip,” she told Chris.
“Dave’s a smart guy, Jill. He gets it, I’m sure. He knows the two of us being closer is inevitable after all the time we’ve spent together. Anyway, it’s not like I’m trying to take you away from him. Or that you want to leave him for me. You and me can have feelings for each other without it meaning you love him any the less. You know that, right?”
Jill had looked thoughtful for a moment before simply replying, “I guess.”
There had been a couple of these conversations and for some reason, as I waited for Jill to close the distance so we could finally be re-united at the airport these two conversations came back to my mind.
After Jill and I had embraced and I’d breathed in her scent there had been a few minutes of small-talk with Chris, before he took the hint and headed off to collect his car, leaving Jill and me to walk hand-in-hand to the parking lot.
Walking through the parked cars hand-in-hand I felt a sense of relief and lightness of heart that Jill was finally returned. It felt like I’d played a game of Russian Roulette and survived. Getting to enjoy the highs without having to pay the ultimate price.
Re-united as a couple, with no third party, Jill and I spent all weekend like a couple of newly-weds. At least that’s how it felt emotionally, and we did pretty well in the physical stakes too. Although not as well as when we were really newly-weds, for obvious reasons.
But the conversation I knew we had to have about the growing closeness between Jill and Chris didn’t come until after that weekend. Until after our blissful weekend Jill rang me on Monday afternoon and asked me if it was okay if she invited Chris over dinner.
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Monday 18th December
Chris wasn’t the only one invited to dinner that evening. It might have been a Monday evening, but we also asked Gemma and Duncan and Charlotte and Callan over. Jill was keen to see how things were going between Charlotte and Callan with their reconciliation and was also keen to say a big thank you to her new friend Gemma who’d kept me company on many evenings while Jill was away.
We all enjoyed a great meal – ordered in as neither Jill nor I had the energy to cook – but I sensed a keenness on Jill’s part for the two other couples to leave. I had a pretty good idea where things were headed when four of our guests left, just leaving the three of us there.
I had to make a quick pit-stop to the comfort-room, and when I returned to the lounge I wasn’t entirely surprised to see Jill sitting on Chris’s lap, their mouths locked together in a hungry kiss.
With a loud cough, I announced my presence, my guilty-looking wife pulling back from the kiss and blushing as she looked over at me. Chris barely moved, his arms still encircling Jill’s waist just as they had when I entered the room.
“Sorry, honey,” my wife stammered. “It’s just Chris and I kinda missed each other. He kinda got used to a few perks these last few weeks,” she added, trying to lighten the mood and make a joke of being caught in flagrante just three days after returning home.”
They both looked relieved when I didn’t look upset, matching Jill’s light-hearted quip. “Well, I guess that’s only to be expected. After all, much as it pains me to say it, the two of you were virtually living as man and wife for the last month.” My smile letting them know I wasn’t upset, just pointing out an obvious truth. Chris certainly knew that I couldn’t have been too upset by the last month, as I’d happily played along with our shared secret of the incognito FaceTime calls most nights. So the fact he was making out with Jill the moment they were alone was not exactly a big surprise.
Seeing my calm reaction, Jill’s nervous blush morphed into a sly grin. “Would my darling like Chris and me to put on a little show for him. After all, it’s not just Chris and me who’ve been missing our staple diet these last few days.”
Jill’s eyes locked with mine as we stared into each other’s eyes.
I sensed this was a true watershed moment in our marriage and life together. Barely three days back from a month nearly full-time with Chris, Jill had brought Chris back into our marital home and without saying the words was basically asking me if I wanted him to become a frequent part of our marriage. Something beyond the specific circumstances of a work trip that was unlikely to be repeated. And something beyond the one night when I’d manipulated things to get Chris and Jill into bed.
If I’d taken earlier decisions a little (or maybe a lot) in ignorance, after the last few weeks I could hardly claim the same defense. If I said yes to Jill’s suggestion, I had to know what I was letting myself in for.
As I looked into those hazel eyes I’d shared so much with over the years, I could see the hunger in those eyes and Jill’s eagerness for me to agree. This time I knew there was no putting it off any longer, later tonight we had to talk. Knowing that this time I really would force the discussion I’d been avoiding, I gave Jill the smallest of smiles. It was enough, she knew she had my answer.
She blew me a kiss and mouthed the words ‘I love you, honey.’ Holding my gaze just an instant longer before grinning impishly and turning towards Chris. Her boss and lover, the man with whom she was going to put on a sex-show for the benefit of her loving husband.
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I’d loved watching Chris and Jill together through the miracles of Facetime and video feed. But watching them in the flesh, in full 3D life-size glory topped this a million times over. Their mouths were soon locked back together and their hands were soon exploring and slowly peeling away outer garments.
As their clothes disappeared like ice in a desert, I could see their impatience and lust. It was Jill who turned to me and asked the only remaining question. “Which bedroom do you want us to use, honey?”
I thought back to the first night when I’d watched Jill with another guy, and how she’d gently guided Daryl away from our marital bedroom towards the guestroom. At the same time, I thought how I’d already brought another woman into our marital bed. Gemma’s words about how her husband loved watching her in their marriage bed with another man echoing in my head.
If this was already a watershed night, I thought what’s the point in half-measures. Taking a deep breath I answered Jill. “Our bedroom, honey. I want to see you and Chris together making love in our bed.”
Jill smiled and I breathed a sigh of relief that we were on the same page on this.
I was soon standing in our bedroom watching as Jill led Chris by the hand to our bed and lowered herself on top of the duvet, legs parted wide ready for what all three of us wanted to happen now. Chris looked across at me in an inclusive way as he carefully positioned himself between Jill’s legs, running his bulbous cockhead up and down Jill’s love lips, causing her to moan and squirm.
“Thanks, Dave. For the last few weeks. And for tonight,” he called out, not moving his gaze away from Jill, and still gently teasing her a while longer. Then he did turn to me, repeated his thanks, and thrust upward in one urgent and powerful thrust.
“Mmmm,” came Jill’s instant reply, a sound I’d heard many times these last few weeks. And one I guessed I’d be hearing a lot more of over the next weeks and months.
His big cock fully embedded in Jill’s pussy, Chris was happy to support his weight and just enjoy the feeling of being deep in my wife’s body once again. There was just the smallest of movements from his hips and ass, as he strove for that final fraction of an inch. But Jill was more active. Having enjoyed the fullness and depth of Chris’s penetration of her body, she recovered sufficient to wrap her shapely legs around Chris’s muscular back, using her locked ankles to pull him even a little deeper.
The inevitable lover’s dance soon began, my mind totally filled with three thoughts. Firstly, how much better it was as an erotic spectacle in the flesh rather than on a screen. Secondly, how good the two of them looked together. And finally, the bittersweet thought that what had started as the three of us playing a game had now maybe inevitably become two people totally wrapped up in each other. Happy to let me watch, and partly putting the show on for me, but mainly now just lost in the moment and in each other.
Their love-making continued for some time, neither of them seemingly in a hurry, both of them wanting to take maximum pleasure from their first time together for three days. Chris brought Jill to three powerful, toe-curling climaxes before finally giving in to his need for release and triggering Jill’s fourth orgasm as they kissed and he cried out as his balls filled Jill’s waiting pussy.
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Chris made love to Jill twice more that Monday night before heading home and leaving Jill and me alone. And it was only then that Jill and I finally had the conversation which maybe we should have had at the weekend. But no matter, at least we were now talking about all the things we needed to talk about.
This was such an important moment for us that in sharing our story we want to share it from both my viewpoint and also Jill’s.
Before I hand the baton to Jill, let me describe the key things from my side. One of the first things I wanted to get out in the open was the thing that I’d been keeping secret. How I’d often watched her and Chris in secret. I felt a whole lot better having got this off my chest and was surprised at how well Jill took it. Partly I think because she’d have had to get mad not just with me, but also with Chris because we were as guilty as each other. And I guess she didn’t want to be mad at the both of us.
When I saw that this hadn’t phased her, I gently raised the subject of how it seemed that when she thought I wasn’t watching, there seemed a greater closeness and intimacy between her and Chris.
I’d been nervous to raise this, but again Jill took my question calmly. She didn’t answer immediately, instead taking some time to think and choose her words. And I think this is a good point to hand the keyboard across to Jill, so she can tell in her own words how she answered me, and how things developed.
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Hi, this is Jill. It’s a long time since I shared my side of the story in how Dave and my marriage and relationship was developing back in 2017. Lots of catching up to do! Lots of water had passed under the bridge since I described events with Daryl and then the infamous evening when Dave encouraged me to get intimate with Dave, and how I turned the tables on him by flirting and dancing with Rocco.
That all seems a lifetime ago. And in a manner of speaking it is a lifetime ago, as it was before the events of the last month when my life changed in so many ways. And before you, dear reader, worry too much, good changes, not bad.
Because over those four or five weeks, my work life and career moved forward in a positive and enriching way. As did my love and relationship with my wonderful husband Dave. And my relationship with Chris, my boss, and friend, changed out of all recognition. Spending five weeks on the road with someone who was already a good friend, experiencing both high stress and nighttime intimacy will do in a relationship.
Anyway, I’m getting ahead of myself. As a proud English major, as Dave keeps reminding you all, I should ‘begin at the beginning’. Going right back to that evening when Dave and I shared an evening of lust-filled sex in that hotel room with Rocco and Chris. That evening marked the death of my plan to put some kind of a brake on our new lifestyle. My ambition to put these new bedroom games on hold for four months didn’t survive the determination with which Dave pushed me into the arms of Chris and Rocco. And after that evening, Chris’ request for me to join him on a five-week national road-trip to explain the new deal to all the corporation’s plants placed a huge decision in front of Dave and me.
I think that evening with Rocco and Chris opened my eyes up to a number of things. Being shared in bed by two hunky virile guys was very much a first for me. Until that night I’d had a pretty normal attitude to sex. One which was typical for most women I guess. I enjoyed it, but as a married mother of three, very much saw it within the context of relationships and marriage. All those years ago back at college, away from the strictures of home and parents and free to explore, it had been different. But the passing years had pulled me back to all the conventional norms which society and peer pressure impose.
But it seemed to me in that hotel room on that Tuesday night my blinkers fell away. Or maybe more accurately, returned me more to the girl who’d been happy to explore those twenty-plus years ago at college. Laying in bed with two handsome men, exploring and being explored, with my handsome hubby happy to watch and occasionally participate, it was like I felt a new hunger to explore. To live life without limits imposed by others, after twenty-plus years focused on other people’s needs to wave a flag for my own needs and be a little more selfish.
And of course, this new attitude of mine was the context within which Dave and I had to consider and come to answers about the corporation’s road trip. I’d hate for you to misinterpret or misunderstand what I meant by me being ‘newly selfish’. Because this doesn’t mean I was blind to Dave’s needs and what he did and didn’t want to do. My marriage and love for Dave was still the bedrock of my everyday life, and even though I was hungry to explore, I’d never want to do anything which I knew would hurt him or be difficult for him.
But luckily for me, Dave seemed as keen as I was to explore this new world that was opening up in front of us. Maybe I shouldn’t have been surprised at this, as after all, he’d been the one who’d dressed me up in sexy clothes to go to work. And he’d been the one who’d pushed me into the arms of Chris in the post-negotiation meal.
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During those five weeks away with Chris, we grew closer and closer in just about every way. During the working day, we were a team operating under pressure to try and sell the new arrangements to worried and often truculent workers and union reps. I was much more actively involved and challenged than I’d been during the last five years working as Chris’ PA. Mostly that had involved minor problem-solving and just being efficient and structured. This was in a different league.
Chris and I genuinely working as a team of two. Batman and Robin, rather than Batman and Alfred the butler. Tom and Albert were also there doing their technical HR and Legal stuff, but all four of us knew that Chris was at the core of this thing and that I was the one working most closely with him on this.
This change in my role would by itself have driven Chris and me to be much closer than before. Even when I was the crutch he leaned on during the most difficult parts of his split and divorce from Kat.
But of course, the fact that each evening after the four of us had finished dinner and discussing the day’s events, Chris and I would retire to bed and make love multiplied our growing closeness a million times over.
Being totally honest, after twenty years with just one man, however much I loved that man, the feeling of being together every night with a new man was amazing. It set every part of my mind and body alight with a wonderful lightness and tingling feeling. Each moment was wonderful, and the moment’s before when I was full of anticipation were almost as good. In some ways maybe even better!
It wasn’t that I loved Dave any the less. It was just that what Chris and I had during those five weeks was new and exciting. Intense and exhilarating. Not just the enjoyment of a newly discovered main course after twenty years of the same meal. It was like being carte-blanche to enjoy any new drink, dessert, starter and main course all at the same time. My senses and the feeling of freedom felt overwhelmed.
And when Dave described the growing closeness that he saw when he was secretly watching Chris’s FaceTime transmissions, this is pretty much what he was seeing. Or this was half of what he was seeing. Because of this new sexual freedom and exhilaration, what Chris and I were also experiencing was a growing emotional bond and intimacy. Even before this trip, five years together and the stresses and strains of Chris’s divorce had brought us close.
But as Dave had given us the freedom and approval to spend these five weeks together, it was like a giant handbrake had been released. Any married people who work closely together will know what I mean. Working closely as colleagues, of course, you’re aware of mutual attraction. You’d have to be a liar to pretend the attraction doesn’t exist or pretend that someone like Chris doesn’t have that charisma that first draws a woman to a man or vice-versa. To ignore the reaction from a look or the feeling created by a secret shared smile.
But like colleagues the world over, I’d always tempered these very natural human reactions with a giant big handbrake and warning sign that shouted in neon ‘warning – married’. And being a decent guy, Chris had done likewise.
Well once Dave gave us the green light for that first trial week, and then for the following four weeks, all thoughts of restraint and control were thrown out of the window. And, of course, after five years for both of us ignoring and denying this attraction, when the dam burst you can imagine the reaction.
And that was the other half of what Dave saw in those hours of secretly shared FaceTime calls that excited and tormented him so.
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But as Dave said earlier, we only really came to discuss the growing closeness between Chris and me on the Monday night after my return from the road trip.
On the three short weekends, I had back in Miami, Dave and I never really found the time to discuss what was happening between Chris and me. We were too pre-occupied in spending time together. Both time in bed making love and re-connecting. And time emotionally re-connecting, talking and just being back together as a couple.
Which brings me on to the subject of the love and relationship between Dave and me. Because I’d hate for anyone to think that just because I was growing closer to Chris, it in any way meant things were weaker with Dave. If anything, I felt like I loved Dave even more. After all, he’d been the one to give me my freedom to have these five weeks. To both move my career forward and also to explore a new physical and emotional relationship with Chris. And while it was difficult for him at times, as he’s already shared, he also found it an exhilarating experience.
But it was only on the Monday night after Chris had finally left that Dave and I finally managed to properly discuss all that had happened over the last five weeks, and what it might mean for our marriage and relationship now that I was back home. And what it might mean for the three of us and a certain lady who’d developed quite a soft-spot for my husband. Something which, even after all I’d been allowed to do, I still found hard to emotionally cope with.#
(Thanks to cbears52 for his kind and patient editing.)
