0 comments/ 54157 views/ 2 favorites A Swinging Door Opens Ch. 2B By: oldfogey 1B I don't know exactly when what I'm going to describe happened, because it wasn't until years later that I found out just how extensive the relationship between my wife and Mike had been. It slowly leaked from both of them as we became even closer and I saw my wife becoming exactly what I had wanted – a loving wife, and a fantastically sexy woman who realized that she didn't have to limit herself to one man. At the time that even this occurred, she was still confusing lust with love. It took a long time for her to recognize the difference and that, while she could feel the beauty of a close relationship with other men, it wasn't the same as our love for each other. I also began to realize that I had created a situation that could be dangerous to our own relationship. Still, I couldn't resist it. I had started it; it was up to me to help her see the difference. By this time, she was head over heels "in love" with Mike. She not only enjoyed the sex with him, she wanted more than he could offer. In reality, what she really wanted, was to feel herself impaled on his rigid, thick cock over and over, although she would have denied that it was her primary interest. Later I learned that the two of them had discussed their situation often during the years they pursued their relationship, and never reached a satisfactory solution – until, as she gained experience, she realized that it no longer made any difference whose cock was in her, only that she had to have it often But this particular day I'm going to describe was a joyous one for them both. Obviously, since I wasn't there, I don't know exactly what happened and I have to create dialog that may not have been said. Linda told me the night it happened, but was pretty light on the specifics. As the two of them spent more time together and I succeeded in convincing Mike I was aware he was fucking my wife, she began to tell me more about her experiences. Mike helped a great deal. Like me, he liked to remember the details, even to the color of her lingerie. What you see here is what, over time, I've reconstructed of the event. This is what they told me happened, each in his or her own way. Mike had been telling Linda for several days after the first time he fucked her that he wouldn't be satisfied with just quickie screws. He wanted more and, fortunately for me, so did she. Linda had told him that I knew he was screwing her – not good news to Mike yet. He wasn't too sure yet how I would take to the idea of him fucking my wife, but he persevered, fucking her several more times in our home and in his little Volkswagen before this time. It was all a build-up to this event. "Hi, you ready?" Mike asked as Linda opened the door to our apartment. A glance told him that she was, even to having her purse. She didn't invite him in; instead she smiled and joined him outside the door. They walked together to his car. They were out of the housing area and down the hill to the first stop sign before he kissed her, taking more time than necessary at the sign since no traffic interfered. He had his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close, his left hand roaming over her full breasts as his tongue snaked into her mouth and he fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. Linda slapped at his hand playfully. She didn't want to, but she broke the kiss and started to refasten the buttons before his hand reached across and stopped her. "Where we're going, no one will see you, and besides, I love the view," he laughed. "Where are we going?" she asked from curiosity. Her hand stopped. Mike laughed again. "Just lean back and enjoy, like I am," he replied, pushing her hand away and unfastening the buttons below those he had already opened. "It's not far." He smiled even more as my wife smiled and spread the lapels of her blouse wide, disclosing the sheer bra she wore and giving Mike the view he wanted.. "I hope not," she almost whispered. Her glance took in the ramrod stiffness of Mikes cock, already swollen and leaking pre-cum in a rapidly growing circle at the end of his visibly throbbing manhood. She let her hand slide over his thigh and clutched it, earning a soft groan from her lover. "Oh, honey, I wish we were there now. Take it out. I want you to see what I have for you." She did as he asked and once again felt that warmth in her crotch that she always felt when she realized that Mike was going to fuck her. Gripping him tightly and still surprised by the fact her fingers couldn't close completely around his fullness, she wished she could suck him as she knew he wanted her to, but the little car was just too small for that. Instead, using her thumb, she circled the glistening head, watching the silvery liquid of his lust spreading as it oozed from the tip. The gods were good to them. Traffic was light in the early morning. Still it seemed to take forever to get there. Both were in a state of instant readiness by the time they reached the turnoff where Mike took his little bug up a dirt road toward a sprawling building at the top of a hill. "Welcome to the 'Push-Button Motel'," he laughed as a garage door opened in front of them and he drove inside. It closed as soon as his car broke the electric eye matching the one in front that had opened it for them. A dim bulb was the only light inside the dark garage. Mike didn't bother to zip his trousers back up as he got out and went to the door at the side of the garage and opened it. Another light inside came on and he walked back to the car to open the door for Linda. He hugged and kissed her, pressing her back against the car, feeling her breasts with one hand as his tongue filled her mouth and was returned. She could feel his bare cock pressed tightly against her belly, spreading its life giving fluids over her dress front as he gently squeezed her right breast. "Let's go inside," he said huskily. He took my wife's hand and led her up the single step separating the garage from the room at its head. Linda looked around. A large, king sized bed seemed to be the only furniture in the room. The coverlet was turned back and the sheets were obviously fresh. She noticed that there were no windows in the room, and the only door was the one into the garage. Mike was carefully locking it even as her gaze circled the sparse surroundings. She smiled, and put her bag down on a small table by the door. Mike picked up a phone hanging from the wall at the head of the bed and spoke rapidly in Spanish. She caught the words "all day" and "Margaritas" before he hung up and turned to smile at her. "Watch this," he said, motioning to the back wall. He took some bills from his pocket and placed them on a lazy susan affair that seemed to go nowhere. He turned it 180 degrees and sat down on the bed. "Come here, honey, this won't take long, but I want to get more comfortable." Linda put her hands on his shoulders as she stood in front of our friend and let him finish unbuttoning her blouse and then slipping it over her shoulders. Putting it on the bed, he unfastened the waistband of her skirt and then slid the zipper down, allowing it to fall at her feet. "Lovely," he said almost in a whisper as his hands closed over her, one on her breast, the other pulling her closer. "Absolutely lovely." He allowed his right hand to slide down over my wife's belly to over the transparent wetness in the crotch of her filmy panties. His hand remained there, gently caressing her muff while the left slid to the fastenings of her bra. He watched in fascination as her unclipped bra slid slowly over her breasts until each cup hung on her erect nipples. He squeezed her pussy gently as he pulled one strap over her shoulder, then the other, leaving the useless garment to slide down my wife's arms and expose her breasts to his mouth. Her radiant smile showed her approval. Reaching behind her, his hand pressed tightly against her ass and forced her between his legs, allowing his mouth to cover first one nipple, then the other. He sucked them gently, purposely, and then his head moved back as he watched them rise higher and strengthen until they became rock hard little nubbins protruding a half inch from her warm breasts.. "You are so beautiful," he managed to whisper, squeezing her pussy tightly, sending a rush of heat into my wife's sexual core. A slight squeak at the lazy susan interrupted him for a moment. He released Linda and went to the device. Pocketing some small bills, he took the pitcher and two glasses from the shelf and began slowly pouring the ice-filled beverage into them. "Nothing like something to cool us off before we get too hot, right?" he smiled. Handing one glass to my wife, he motioned for her to sit down and joined her on the bed. "Well, what do you think?" he asked, putting his arm over my wife's shoulder and lifting her breast in his hand, his eyes centered on the now thrusting nipple as he encouraged it by squeezing the bountiful boob. "No one to interrupt us, no one to see us, just you and me, honey – finally!" Linda liked that. She liked the entire idea of being alone with the man who had tempted her for so long and now, with nothing to interrupt them, she gave herself completely to him. Leaning forward, her lips touched his. Their mouths opened simultaneously and their tongues fought for dominance. Instead it came out to be a tie. "I've been waiting for too long too," she admitted, straightening up and leaning back to watch his reaction. "It's nice having you come over to the apartment, but nothing compared to this." She looked around. Remembering the way the door had closed behind his car, she realized that no one would ever know they were here together. It eased the last bit of trepidation she had experienced that morning when he picked her up. At last she could be frank and open with him. "You got me started doing this; now I can't get enough. I want you all the time." "I feel the same way, Linda," Mike said, his face turning serious, then slowly returning to his endearing grin as he continued, "but neither of us are going to do anything except have a lot of fun together and make the most of every moment we have, are we? Linda shook her head ruefully and finally managed to smile too. "No, and it's a shame. But somehow I doubt it would be this good if it were legal." That earned a laugh from Mike. He took her breast in his hand, and gently squeezed it, watching her nipple rise. Without turning it loose, he kissed her again. He put his glass on the nightstand and pushed her back on the bed. In a stage whisper he added, "Now I'm going to fuck you, milady, all day, in every way I know of and a few we'll make up as we go along. Are you ready for that?" "I've been ready for you ever since that first time," Linda growled, and began tearing at Mike's clothes, shedding them from his body as he had stripped her. She stopped to admire his cock which stood like a flagpole almost parallel to his body, bobbing as though in a breeze and already glistening with pre-cum. "Is this for me?" she giggled, trying vainly to wrap her hand around his manhood, remembering the hardness of his flesh inside her. She tried to pull him down on the bed with her, but he pushed her back, staring at her with that gentle, devilish smile as he completed taking off his clothes, shedding his shoes and socks as her eyes devoured him. "Now, Linda, I've got you just where I want you – all alone, and all day." He bent forward and picked her up in his arms, straightening her on the bed, then crawling in beside her. They turned on their sides to face each other and melded into one closely connected body. Mike, Linda told me later, was a world class kisser. He knew everything about using his mouth, his tongue and the rest of his body to turn a woman into a whimpering, passion hungry bundle of erotic nerve endings – and he used every one of them that day as he took her. His hands were all over her, stroking and kneading her, from her hair to her toes. Kissing and fondling her, making her feel she was being loved by Casanova himself. Her leg slid over his, exposing her already engorged pussy to his throbbing manhood. Despite the disparity of their height, she could feel it already pressing against the slightly open lips of her vagina. She shuddered with pleasure as she felt his lips touch one nipple. "They're yours," she whispered, pulling his head closer to her breast, "just like they've always been from the first." As she gave herself to her lover, she remembered how her need for him had grown with each touch of his hands on her body. Right from the time he had danced with her, she remembered the almost ache her body had developed, hoping that he too felt the need for him inside her. Linda thought back as her lover began preparing her for the enjoyment they shared. She was almost purring with satisfaction as Mike prepared her for what she knew would be one of the fantastic sessions they had together. Right from the first time he had fucked her, she knew she had to have more of Mike. It still seemed so strange to her that she could love Earl and still welcome the sex she shared with Mike. It had come as a shock to her that Earl was willing to let Mike make love to her. She had been true to him alone for those first twelve years of their marriage. When she heard him say that he wanted her to allow Mike to make love to her she was frightened. Did it mean he no longer loved her? Was he leaving her? Then, as the days had passed without apparent concern for his visits to their apartment, the time they spent together being unquestioned, and the nights when she knew Earl could feel her lover's seed still warm and oozing from her vagina, she asked him point blank if he wanted her to stop. "Why should you?" he had asked her. "You're enjoying it, aren't you?" She had admitted that she was. "Then I don't see any reason why you should," he had told her with a smile as he pulled her on top of him. "You aren't thinking of leaving me for him. Are you?" he asked seriously. When she had shaken her head and bent forward to kiss him, he had continued, his face split with a wide smile. "Then why shouldn't you two be together as often as you want? It doesn't hurt me, and you aren't property that I can deny someone else using or enjoying. You're free, white and over twenty-one. You can do anything you want, anytime you want. Besides, I like fucking you after he has. I like the fact that you're so open and ready for me, that you're so juicy. And you've learned a lot just from the few times you've gotten together with him. Remember how you used to be so against me eating you? Yet, ever since he did it to you, you've said you didn't mind. In fact just like last night, when you had me go down on you before we started, you've actually reached orgasm that way a couple of times. That has to be one of the benefits I'm getting from this – and you know how I like eating your hot, sweet pussy." Linda had shuddered as she felt her husband enter her that night. The glob of still warm semen in her vagina had slid down the length of his cock and puddled in his pubic hair. Still, she had admitted to herself, he didn't complain and she felt wonderful riding atop that hardness, just as she had with Mike only a few hours before. "That's what I like," he had groaned as she settled down and began riding his rampant cock, "a nice, hot, well-fucked pussy. I like for him to fuck you, Linda. And I hope you'll let him continue. Every time he's had you, you've been even better than you were when we first married. Enjoy him, honey, " She felt his hands pulling down on her hips as his own thrust upward to meet her crotch. "I want you to fuck him as often as you like." That had been the end of her real concerns, she realized. Earl hadn't tried to find another playmate, nor had he questioned her about her absences during the day. He hadn't been upset about the wet spots in their bed in the early evening when he told her that he wanted to fuck her, and he had reached the point where she welcomed his mouth covering her pussy as she sat upright and let her lover's semen fill his mouth. Sex was so much better and more frequent now than it had been just a few months ago, and she owed it all to this man who she felt entering her now, with her husband's blessings. "Where are you, honey?" Mike asked her tenderly, releasing her nipple for a moment. "You seem so far away." "I'm right here," she had answered, "with you." She had replied, adjusting her hips slightly to give him a straighter entrance into her pussy. She giggled slightly and then added, "Just like I want to be, with Earl knowing all about it and wanting me to fuck you." She gave a small gasp of pleasure as she felt Mike pressing deep into her. "I love the way you fuck me. Now do it. Fuck me like you always tell me you want to screw me. I want you to fuck me all day!" "That will be my pleasure, Linda," Mike smiled, settling back down to the swollen nipple and sucking it into his mouth once more. He barely had time to add, "and I'm going to fuck you even more often now that Earl knows about us." Linda's heart sang. She hoped so. The two or three times a week that her lover spent inside her were hardly enough anymore. She wanted him constantly, often calling him during the day to see if he could come over and give her some of the loving that she enjoyed so much with him. She sighed as she felt the swollen knob of his cock push past the muscles protecting her juicy vagina. He took her slowly, advancing and retreating, gaining just millimeters at a time until she felt him reach bottom inside her. She sighed as she felt his cock against her cervix and he adjusted himself so that her face was buried in his chest. She could feel his arms pressing down on her shoulders, trying to force himself deeper into her hungry twat. She loved it when Mike described what he was doing or planned to do to her. It was such a departure from the early days when she had been so uptight about sex. She realized now that Earl had been preparing her for almost a year to enjoy this as she was now. She sighed with passion as she felt her lover's fingers close over her breasts and gently begin squeezing them as his hips began thrusting into her crotch. "I love it." She whispered to him once again. It didn't take much to convince Linda that she wanted Mike to fuck her. The two or three times he had visited our apartment, either during the day or on the nights when I had been gone, had convinced her that here was a man who could provide not only the most erotic experiences she had ever had, but some of the best fucking she had ever enjoyed. Mike liked the sound of that too. He had long before, even the first time, found that this woman loved to screw and could enjoy it as long as or longer than any man fortunate enough to bed her. He had learned, bit by bit, about other men who had screwed his wife since they had been married, but still had never experienced anything like the lust this one displayed when he took the time to make her as hot as he had her now. She not only knew the moves, she knew the language and wasn't afraid to tell him how she liked his cock buried deep in her cunt, or how she wanted to feel his sperm flooding her fertile womb. As always, he was gentle. He had also found out that she liked to have him do her gently, at least until the last orgasm she could stand when she insisted her fuck her hard and shoot his load into her pussy. Not only was the gentle touch more comfortable for her, it insured that she could last through the multiple orgasms of which she was capable. He never ceased to be amazed at the fantastic heat he felt surrounding his cock as it slid ever deeper into her, lubricated by the juices that flowed so freely from both. And those tits…..god, he loved them! Two mammoth mounds of female flesh that tasted as wonderful as they felt pressed tightly against his chest, into his hands, or his mouth. A Swinging Door Opens Ch. 2B My wife, I found out later, crooned with contentment when she found a man who could satisfy her like Mike and some of the other men who fucked her during the later years. Too often it was more or less of a mindless hurry until they came in her. Then, keeping them contained in her arms as they nuzzled her full breasts, they usually found themselves in the tender juicy trap and slowly rising to the occasion a second time. The second time was always better and I often heard her humming with pleasure as she felt the thick hardness of her lover's cock filling her until it touched and sometimes even penetrated her cervix, enlarging the opening for his cum to invade her womb. She told me later that it had hurt the first few times Mike had gotten that deep into her, at least an inch deeper than I was now able to reach, but as she grew used to it and found that the semen flooding the delicate coral channel was so wonderfully stimulating she wanted it as deep inside her as she could get it when a man fucked her and she wanted it often. Mike was always happy to oblige. Now, as he gently wiped her vagina with his juices, he knew she would soon be wanting him to fuck her senseless. Almost as soon as he had visualized the thought, he felt her arms pulling at him, and her voice whispering to him to fuck her harder, to fill her completely. "Ah, that's better," she told him as she felt him reach beneath her legs and lift them until her knees were almost parallel to her upper body and she could feel the length of him striking bottom, swelling with anticipation of what he planned to do with her. "I just wish Earl was here to watch you doing me like this. He loves knowing that you've fucked me and he wants so much to see you do it." "I'll be happy to show him someday," Mike huffed, thrusting into my wife. "But for right now, all I want to do is to have you just the way I've been telling you I want you ever since the first night we were together." He raised himself on his hands into an almost upright position and gazed down the length of their joined bodies ending only where he could see his pubic hair grinding into my wife's. His gaze then traveled upward, passing over his own waist where her hands pulled him down to her, over her fantastic breasts, and to the smile on her face. "I'm so glad that you could make it today. I haven't had a chance to do you all week and I needed you." "Isn't Tanya giving you enough these days?" my wife had to giggle. Mike smiled. "Oh, yeah, she still gives it to me any time either of us is horny, but it just isn't the same. I know that she likes her guy and she's always so nice and juicy when I fuck her, but it's just not the same as having you. Do you remember the night I fucked you on the couch in your living room?" Linda smiled back at him. How could she forget? It had been the first time he had fucked her. She had been so nervous with the idea of Earl only steps away in their bedroom, yet so hot to have him do her. Those sessions in the plane with him had been so intoxicating. Sailing through the skies stripped to the waist, totally in control of the airplane but not of her body. She remembered vividly how his mouth had felt on her breasts, and his fingers in her pussy. She remembered the first time he had given her an orgasm and how they had landed on that isolated strip and he had eaten her pussy right then and there, wiping the seat of the juices that had flowed from her cunt. She had wanted him to fuck her then but, as he had said later, he thought he had pushed his luck as far as he could that time. Only later did he realize he could have had her then….right there and right then! He made up for it that night on the couch; giving her exactly what they had both wanted, realizing her husband was only a few feet away. Until he had found out that Earl knew about him fucking her, he had been very careful. But once he realized that Earl not only knew, but approved, there had been no time when he was able that he had not met my wife at our house and fucked her on our bed. The gentle touch was wearing off. He felt her thrusting upward with her hips, meeting his downward motion, driving him deep into her luxurious passion pit. Taking her legs in his hands, he knelt on the bed and pulled them up over his shoulders, leaving her totally open; surrendering herself to him as he stared at the beauty lust was creating. Her soft, creamy breasts were rotating on her chest in little circles with each thrust. He saw she had her eyes closed and the smile on her face was beautiful to see. When she came the first time, Linda gasped with pleasure. She felt her lover riding her like a prize mare, pistoning in and out of her cunt like a run-away train. She came hard, pulling her lover's hands off her hips and onto her breasts as the ride of the century took control of her brain and her cunt. She couldn't stop the rhythmic jerking and spasming of her body as the tremors of paradise ran through her body, nor did she want to. "That was beautiful, honey," Mike purred, letting her legs drop along his thighs and catching her breasts tightly. "I love to see you cum." He slipped up higher on her perspiration wet body, grinding his cock against her stubby clit and setting off another quicker, shorter orgasm as he pressed it hard against the tiny warrior. "And you love that too, don't you?" He didn't let her answer; instead he continued the slow stroking of her clit with his still hard and impaling missile of love. He felt her legs curling around behind his thighs. She wanted more. So did he. Rolling over onto his back and pulling her on top of him, he looked up from the point he entered her, over her flat stomach, to the full breasts that hung at the perfect height for his hands to cup. The redness that had marked her orgasm was slowly fading from her belly, chest and throat, but none of the passion was declining. "Yes, I love that. You know I do," she said softly, raising herself just enough that his rigid cock pulled loose from its haven and struck his belly, staining it with their combined juices. She raised herself higher on his body and put his parallel cock down the length of her open cunt lips, then began riding him, her hips shuttling back and forth over it, grinding her clit against his cock. "I want to make you cum," she teased, seeing the effect it had on his rigid dick. "Not yet, honey," Mike groaned. "It's far too soon. We have the entire day, and I don't want to shoot my load in you yet. I couldn't get it up again soon enough if I did." "Oh, I'll bet I know a way you could," my wife chuckled. She continued the shuttling motion of her hips until the inevitable happened. Mike's cum spurted in a hot jet that reached all the way to his chin, receding only slightly with each continued blast of silky smooth ejaculate. She laughed, then continued stroking her body against his, rubbing the hot sperm over her breasts and into his chest hair. "Now you've done it," Mike groaned. "You broke it. I won't be worth a darn for at least a couple of hours." Linda knew better. By now she knew the way to bring Mike up faster than any other way. The sense of repugnance she had displayed with me when I suggested she suck my dick had been replaced by an overpowering lust after Mike had offered it to her during their second meeting. Sliding backwards on his thighs, she leaned forward and began lapping at the rivulets of cum in the hairs of his chest. "Um, good!" she whispered as she glanced up at her lover's face, a devilish grin on her face. "And I'll bet this is even better," she said softly as she went lower and took his fading cock into her mouth. Mike reacted as though someone had pushed a hot wire against his anus. His hips thrust upward, burying his cock in my wife's warm mouth. He fought the compulsion to draw her down to him for a while, but soon had his hands tangled in her hair, thrusting into her mouth as she took all his cock and balls into that hot bastion of love that was her mouth. She teased him unmercifully, withdrawing her mouth until only the head of that growing rod was inside her mouth, her cheeks concave with the suctioning pressure of her inhalation. Then she slid forward again, taking all he had, until her nose was buried tightly in his pubic hair. Repeated time and time again, it had exactly the effect she wanted. Within minutes, Mike was able to see the results, rising like a new mountain from his crotch, jumping with joy at the though of more of those tempting ministrations. "See?" she raised her head and said with a laugh, cupping his rigid rod in her hand, unable to wrap her fingers completely around it, "he's ready, and so am I." Mike groaned, but it was not from fatigue, instead it was the signal of his lust coming to the fore once again. "Oh, lady," he whispered, getting to his knees. "You asked for it, now you're going to get it!" Six hours later, Mike was behind my wife, buried to the hilt in her hot box, driving hard and fast, holding himself to her by her breasts, determined to make this, his third orgasm of the day, his best. Linda lay face down beneath him, her head on a pillow, gasping as each thrust buried itself even deeper than it had before in her pussy. She had long before lost track of the number of times he had made her cum, or the positions they had used. He had even fucked her in the shower as they cleaned off at mid-day, bending her forward and taking her much as he was right now, then sliding beneath her to catch the fruits of their labor as she mopped his face with her sodden muff. He had told her how much he loved eating her, just as Earl did as he reached above his head to hold her swaying breasts. She knew she had never been fucked as long and as hard as she had been this day, or with as much passion as her lover had demonstrated. She would be sore tomorrow, she knew, but it would be a soreness that would fade much earlier than the memory of his love-making. "One…..last….one!" Mike gasped as he felt the sperm boiling in his balls erupting into a flood of hot sperm that would bathe her baby-making equipment in their joy. "Cum for me, baby," he gasped as he made that final thrust that pushed deep into her cervix before erupting from her pussy. He groaned as it came and he felt her vagina constricting around his cock, harder than ever before, giving him the sensation of having it bathed in super hot water and being held there. He clutched her tightly to him, pulling so hard on her breasts that she bowed her back, burying him even deeper than either thought possible, the excess cum overcoming the dam of her cuntal lips and flowing from their connection to the sodden sheets, already slimy with cum and her orgasmic juices. She was jerking and mewling into the pillow clutched tightly in both hands, bucking against him as she took all he had to offer. Even now she felt the irritation growing inside her that she thought could prevent her from having any more sex for the next few days, but it was a good feeling, a completion, the only suitable culmination of their lust. I fucked her that night, despite her sensitive pussy. It was wonderful feeling Mike's sperm coating my cock as I delivered my own cum into my wife. As I said before, I didn't know what or how he had done her that day, but I certainly knew how juicy and delightful she was as she had her final orgasm of the day. I was more than aware of the fact another man had screwed her royally. The marks on her breasts and her thighs told me that much, but I didn't want to even ask who had done her. As far as I was concerned, just another wonderful example of how sexy my wife could be with the help of other men. I finished her with my tongue, letting the heat of it heal her tenderness, demonstrating my love for my wife. A Swinging Door Opens Ch. 3c After the first couple of times of screwing my wife without concern for being interrupted, I wondered if Mike would continue, especially now that he was aware of my knowledge of what he was doing with her. I sincerely hoped that he would. I had enjoyed finding her with a load of his cum in her, waiting for more cock. It seemed that the more she got, the more she wanted, and I certainly wanted that trend to continue. So it didn't come as a great shock when I found out that he not only would, but also intended to keep using her fully, and even increased the times he enjoyed my wife's luscious tits and sweet pussy. Since Linda didn't mind (and in fact even tacitly encouraged him), I certainly didn't. I found out he was seeing her frequently, not only in our apartment, but also as frequently as he could in catch-as-catch-can situations. This is the story of just one of those, written not only because it was such an original place to fuck her, but because it marked somewhat of a turning point in her life and enjoyment of sex. Mike was an amateur photographer. In addition to his job, which kept him in tunnels below ground level for many parts of the day, he was also a semi-official photographer for his company. He had wanted to take pictures of Linda from the very first time they had met, and even managed to get a few of her in very sedate poses, but this day was something quite different. He had invited her to his workplace several times, but she had not been interested – at first. As their relationship grew and she became more enamored of him, so did her interest in being closer to him even as he worked. "How do you like my little hide-away?" he laughed, indicating with an arm swung wide the confines of his office some 150 feet underground. Linda laughed too. It wasn't anything like what she had expected. Just looking at the little construction shed pressed tightly against one wall of the massive tunnel, she hadn't expected anything like this. One wall was taken up by a twin bed. An end was reserved for the tools of his trade and the other was taken up by photographic equipment. Only the side next to the tunnel had any openings and even these two were covered with venetian blinds that Mike now turned to prevent anyone from seeing inside. "I spend a lot of time down here," he explained, bolting the door from the inside and motioning her over to sit down on the small bed. "After I've been working for twelve or fourteen hours, this comes in pretty handy. People know how they can reach me, " he told her as he took the pager from his belt and tossed it across the room to land next to his tool belt. He sat down beside her. "Today isn't going to be one of those days though," he told her, taking her into his arms and kissing her with the familiarity of long-time lovers. Linda hadn't expected anything like this when she had accepted his invitation to tour the facility with him. She was modestly and fully dressed; complete with a half-slip, "sensible" panties, hose and a garter belt as opposed to the knee-high hosiery and bikini panties or crotchless panty hose she usually wore when Mike was around. She was even thinking of objecting concerned about the possibility of being interrupted as she felt one of his hands gently fondling her breast while he kissed her. She shivered with the realization that he already knew the way to her enjoyment as well as her husband's. She couldn't help the swelling she felt in her bra as her breasts reacted to his touch. She knew she wouldn't stop him if he continued, even as she felt his fingers move to the buttons of her blouse and begin unfastening them one at a time. Mike never let her retreat once he started preparing the object of his affection for breeding, and today wasn't to be any different. He felt her hands pushing against his chest, an involuntary reaction to his passion, but they didn't have any real force behind them. No more than the whispered protests she was making about "doing it here." Mike felt the resistance fading, then ending as their tongues joined in mutual passion. His hand slipped under her blouse and covered her breast through the heavy bra. Even in this "armor" that my wife wore when she was not expecting something like this to happen, he could feel her nipple swelling against his palm. "It's been so long," he whispered, knowing that only two days before he had fucked her in our apartment. "I've missed you so." His hand was already beneath her breast, pushing it up against the firm cup, feeling it slip upward, then the warmth of her flesh falling into his hand. The still fastened bra suspended the majesty of it. He heard her gasp with pleasure as he took command, pushing her back down on the bed and lowering his head to take her swollen nipple between his lips. Linda, both feet still on the floor, her body twisted beneath his, found herself unwilling to resist him, just as she had been the first time he had covered her breast with kisses. She felt the hand that had been holding her breast slide down over her belly, warm even through her slip, under her skirt and down her thighs. A warm hand moved slowly up the inside of her thighs. She felt them spreading almost without conscious though as he pushed the slip high around her waist. Probing fingers gently traced the outline of her pussy lips. She knew she was already wet and felt an instant of shame at the ease with which she allowed him access to her cunt. Insistent fingers were tugging at the wet crotch of the panties and she felt herself lifting her hips. Allowing Mike to pull them down below her hips, over her thighs and then over the high-heeled pumps she wore. They were thrown across the room as he had done with his pager. "That's better," he hissed against her breast before resuming the slow, deliberate sucking and nipping of the now throbbing nipple. His thumb rested on her equally swollen clit while his fingers slipped between engorged lips that welcomed his touch. She gasped again as she felt his long middle finger slip into her slowly, one joint at a time. Her hips surged upward, begging him to bury it in her. She felt it begin slowly stroking the inside of her vagina, expanding the feeling of rapture that was captivating her. Mike kicked off his moccasins. He was certain he had her, and it was time to make what he dreamed of come true once more. He stood up, towering over her, and slowly began taking off his trousers. He smiled at her as her own eyes moved down his body to the bulging erection tenting his trousers until, as they slid down his thighs, it jumped to full erection, the tip already glistening with his pre-cum. "Are you sure….." she managed to murmur, pointing at the door. "Don't worry, honey," Mike told my wife. "No one even knows that we are down here, and no one is going to disturb us." He lifted her legs and stretched them along the length of the bed. Kneeling on the bed, he took off his shirt and slowly lowered his body over my wife's. He had made sure of that, he assured himself, by turning off that pager and locking that door from the inside. No one would dare disturb him if they found that door locked, knowing his passion for naps between long periods of work as well as his use of the tiny building for a darkroom. "We have hours," he murmured as he directed his swollen cock head to the now exposed junction of my wife's thighs. "Even Earl can't disturb us down here," he laughed. Linda felt the mushroom shaped head probing her cunt slide into her, the friction eased by the juices both were exuding now. The pleasure of her body joining his was indescribable. She had never gotten over the sensuousness an illicit love affair triggered in her. There was always that instant of almost indescribable bliss when she felt the erotic sensations stirred by a man's cock entering her for the first time. Even as she felt Mike gently pressing the muscles guarding her depths aside, she knew she could no longer resist the thrill of sex with a stranger. She had struggled with her thoughts long and hard, finally deciding to pull out all the stops her lovers might encounter. All the warning flags were there. She shivered with the pleasure as she felt Mike enter her inch by inch. Her arms encircled his shoulders, and her legs crept up the calves of his legs as she welcomed him into her superheated cunt, sighing with the passions his manhood stirred. It was at this moment, after having enjoyed only three other men's cocks in her juicy, cock-loving pussy, that she realized there would never be another day when she had all the cock she wanted. She was firmly hooked, wanting only to be impaled by a thrusting, cum shooting cock as often as she could have it from as many as wanted her. Mike sighed too. He never tired of fucking this woman, unlike some of the others he had screwed. This was the hottest pussy he had ever been in, including Tonya's. Even as he felt my wife move against him, thrusting her hips upward, driving his cock deeper into her cunt, he knew he would always be needing her, unsatisfied until he fucked this beautiful piece of ass again. She was his. He knew Earl fucked her every night, and Earl had even told him of the others who had fucked her. Instead of causing jealousy, it made Mike want her more, to devastate her with his rooting cock, to feel every inch of her body against him, to suck and fondle those lovely breasts….. He withdrew almost totally; leaving them connected only by a thin strand of cum, watching my wife's reaction as she felt the thick hardness of him almost leaving her. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, gasping with the pleasure he was giving her. The lips of her pussy were quivering, waiting for the next assault. Then, almost brutally, he jerked his hips forward, driving his full length into her. The marvelous feeling of the heat of her core surrounding his cock head literally drove him to near orgasm as his cock told him of its undiminished need to feel her cunt surrounding it in the depths of their passion. Reason returned as he felt her thrusting up to meet the long strokes. She was begging him to fuck her, fill her with his cum. Slowly he began working against her, retreating just enough to pull an inch or so out of her cunt, then pressing it completely into her, rotating his hips to cover all the side of that hot pussy with their combined juices. He felt himself bottoming out against her cervix and reached beneath his to pull her up higher as he ground himself against her baby-making equipment, sighing with delight. "Oh, baby, I love fucking you," he whispered in her ear as his hands found her breasts once more. Pushing her bra cups down to hold them high, he pushed the other breast out and caught it in his mouth. He began slowly began sucking them alternately as he fucked her, squeezing them gently but firmly enough that her nipples extended another quarter inch. He continued the slow grinding motion of his crotch against her pubic mound, feeling her clit extended into his own pubic hair as he fucked her. "One of these days I'm going to fuck you all night, then sleep with you and let you feel my cock inside you when you wake up. I'm going to suck these beautiful jugs of yours until you think I'll never let go of them again. I'll feed you so much cum you'll be coughing it up for a week!" Linda shivered, but not from fear. Mike was the first man who had stirred her from the lethargy of her marriage and sent her on the first of her trips to ecstasy in another man's arms. Earl still showed no hint of objection to what she was doing, even though she had long before surpassed the desire she had felt as soon as she realized Mike wanted to make love to her. He had uttered no objections to Tim fucking her, or even her first black man. Each experience had built on that first one until like a mountain, it loomed over her, threatening to take her life over completely. The shiver first came when she realized that she didn't want to resist the challenge. It was so beautiful to accept it. She murmured her agreement to what Mike was predicting. Marriage had shown her the beauty of sex, the thrill of finding your lover taunting you in the early hours of the morning, the feeling of her crotch wet with the juices that allowed him to penetrate her. With that had come the comfort of his emboldened flesh entering her, titillating her, until she felt the molten seed gushing into her. The spontaneous and unexpected delight as she herself entered heaven with a gush of feminine juices as she joined her man in orgasmic bliss. It never failed with a new lover, as it had occasionally with Earl. He hadn't been resentful; instead he held her close and explained that mysterious thrill. She still didn't understand why it felt so good, or why he didn't object, but she no longer questioned him about it, accepting instead the long, slow, delightful screwing he gave her when he learned another man had been in her that same day or night. She didn't understand his need to suck the products of her lover and herself from her pouting pussy, but it no longer mattered. She didn't try to rationalize it. It was far easier to accept his explanation and enjoy the gentle fucking that it was his "reward," letting him have his way with her, enjoying the feeling of his seed joining others inside her well-lubricated vagina. Mile slowly undressed my wife without taking his throbbing cock from the warmth of her depths. Her blouse and bra joined her panties on the floor. Her skirt and half-slip were around her waist in a tangled roll. The easy movements of their erotic dance were even more enjoyable now as they flowed through some of the same positions they had used in the motel. She still lay on her back, but her right leg was over his shoulder and he stood straddling her other. He liked this position because he could watch his cock moving unrelentingly in and out, in and out, strengthened by the mere sight of his penetration of her and the glittering juices that left little bursts of starlight glimmering in her pelvic bush. He liked watching her breasts move as he fucked her, swaying gently up and down, then in an almost circular motion as he plowed her depths. Her eyes were closed and a dreamy smile played over her crimson lips. She was enjoying it as much as he, a reward he never ceased to savor. Other women looked on it as duty, but not this one. This one liked getting fucked and he knew he would never outlive the thrill of fucking her, his cock so deep in her that he could see it's outline through her lower belly. Linda felt him explode in her vagina in a blast of hot seed that erupted several times before slowing then only oozing out the remainder through the tight lips surrounding his cock. Unlike his eruption which had triggered her own, Mike never stopped. She knew from past experience that she had only put a damper on his appetite. Unlike most men, Mike was multi-orgasmic, just as she. Her eyes opened and she saw him smiling down at her, aware that she had felt him. She answered it with her own lazy smile and held her arms up to him, inviting him to get closer once more. When she felt him withdraw, she knew what he wanted and rolled over on her side. She thrust her buttocks back against his crotch as he joined here on the bed and entered her once more. His arms closed around her, one over her shoulder, the other beneath hers, as he cupped his hands over her breasts and once more began gently swing his cock in and out of her now very juicy cunt. Mike smiled to the back of my wife's head. "Nothing like a good, well-trained mare," he though to himself as he slowly fucked her. "She really likes this stuff and I really like stuffing her". He almost giggled as he realized the import of his thoughts. Linda had let him fuck her the first time that they met alone and hadn't offered any resistance since. He wondered to himself as he punched back and forth in that hot core if Tonya enjoyed strange cock as much as Linda. She seemed to, even after returning home freshly fucked by her own paramour, she endured and seemed to like having him fuck her through her previous lover's still hot cum. He allowed his mind to wander as he slowly fucked my wife. He thought of how easy it had been to just let Tonya find her own way and drift into the relationship with their friends. Tonya had never even considered it "swinging". To her it was just a mutual attraction that wound up in the bedroom one day in the most sincere form of friendship. Shortly after the first few times, she learned that Norma, Jim's wife, went both ways and how she now joined her husband when he took her into their bed. He smiled to himself, remembering how easily Norma had succumbed to his own advances. There wasn't any jealousy there, he had to admit, even when they had experimented with a foursome on Mike and Tonya's bed. It seemed perfectly logical to fuck Norma while Jim nailed Tonya. After all, Jim had said several days later, good women were hard to find. His face had lit up in a sly smile when he had suggested that sharing was really the best of all worlds. Mike hadn't minded sharing, especially since it left him free to explore other like-minded ladies he knew, but none had been like this one, he remembered. Even though she had told him that Earl was aware he was dicking her, he had tried to hold it close to his vest. It was only when Earl had led him into a conversation that told him he knew of their relationship was Mike able to admit to himself that Earl was aware and didn't mind. "She's a lot of fun, isn't she?" he had asked him that day. "Did you enjoy your day with her yesterday?" he had asked the day after Linda had been with him together in the motel all day. Mike had said it was a "great' day, still playing coy until Earl had mentioned screwing her through Mike's cum. "She certainly must have enjoyed it. I don't think I've ever seen that much cum in her before. We really screwed the night away after that," he had stated openly. Mike had still tried to keep his involvement as low key as possible, but had given it up once Earl had told him he was welcome to come over "anytime" with a wry smile. That had led to a very frank discussion where he had suggested a quid-pro-quo with Tonya, but Earl had questioned the possibility of that. "She doesn't seem at all interested," he had said. Mike had explained Tonya's own extramarital affair and told him that he should still try. Earl had only smiled and nodded, saying he would, but that, by all means, whether he was successful or not, Mike and Linda should continue their own involvement. "She likes you and she likes going to bed with you, so enjoy yourselves. I don't mind a bit. You just make it better for me." That had been the end, as far as Mike was concerned. He had no compunctions about fucking Linda now, whenever or wherever it suited him. Linda came hard, the sound of her explosive orgasm resounding from her vagina in a massive expulsion of air, trapped until now by the pistoning cock filling her completely. The almost convulsive tremors shook her body and brought her slowly back to reality. She drifted down from the mountaintop of delight slowly, feeling her lover's cock relentlessly drilling her as her body shook and jerked in delight within his grasp. "Everyone of them is better than the first," Mike sighed as he slipped from inside her once more. "Let's see if that can possibly be," he suggested. "Let me take these off," he told her, rolling my wife over on her back and slowly pulling her slip and skirt off, lifting them to avoid the sopping wet flood of cum that filled my wife's pubic pelt. "That's beautiful," he told her as he dropped the clothing to the floor and knelt between her thighs to kiss the swamp of lust. He felt her hips pressing up, wanting him to do her as her husband did, but re resisted the inclination to do. Pussy eating wasn't his cup of tea, although he certainly didn't mind the feeling of those soft, smiling lips of hers around his cock. A Swinging Door Opens Ch. 3c "Let's do it this way," he suggested, lifting up on one hip from underneath her body. My wife already knew his habits by now and realized he wanted to fuck her from behind. She liked that too and got on her knees on the bed, feeling his weight push the springs down farther as he approached her from behind. He led with his hands, curling around her slowly swaying breasts, letting his cock find its own way into the now gaping pussy. He felt her press his cock up slightly and then he entered her easily, sliding over a bed of fresh juices. "Oh, wow!" he gasped, "you have the hottest pussy I've ever been in." Linda gasped with a pleasure of her own and wriggled her hips back in to the concavity of Mike's crotch. "I only wish you could do this to me every day," she managed to say as she felt him enter her and slide completely home in one fluid motion. "Unfortunately, I have to work," Mike chuckled, "or I would. Earl doesn't seem to mind." "Earl doesn't mind at all, " Linda offered. "In fact he told me he would like to watch you do me." "Really?" Mike asked, his mind suddenly flooded with thoughts of such erotic pleasure. "Un-hunh," Linda nodded as Mike began the slow, sensuous screwing she loved so much, "He's told me so. He said he would like to watch you fuck me," she reiterated, gasping with pleasure again as mike's hand began knotting her breasts. "Maybe we can arrange that sometime," Mike said thoughtfully. He wondered to himself how soon that could be. "As soon as you want," Linda sighed, feeling the comfort wedged in the most intimate part of her body and a new hardness as her lover contemplated the thought. "But for right now, just cum with me." She whispered. There was still plenty of Mike's cum in her pussy when I ate her that night as she told me this story. I sealed it inside her with a shot of my own, wondering just how many more times Mike had filled this sweet pussy with his cum that day. I knew I didn't have to concern myself with her worry about my "finding out" of her adventures. I only wanted to hear more! End of this one, one more to go before we leave that country. I guess you could call the next one her final fuck, but it was far from that. Mike made many trips to our home in the years that followed, with and without his wife, Tonya. Linda would have many more experiences with a variety of men as her needs became a driving force that encouraged her to branch out and no longer to limit herself to one lover at a time. Some of them came as a surprise to us both, but few were ever turned down. Look for "A Swinging Door Opens, Chapter 4d, coming in mid- February. It's the last time I write about Mike and Linda, but shows how soon (and easily) a door can open wider.