1 comments/ 35839 views/ 1 favorites Erika By: jakkinmd As I sat in my office, I peeked out of the slightly cracked door. Being an accountant for a chain of workout centers was as boring as you would imagine. The one plus was getting to watch hot young girls walk by my door. They dress in their spandex leotards, tight t-shirts, and shorts and then parade around the exercise equipment trying to impress the beefcakes who are more interested in looking at themselves in the mirror than at the girls. I went virtually unnoticed in my small, cramped office. I often looked out into the gym, watching the girls jiggle their perky breasts and bending over while stretching. There were times that I did not get a lot of work done. The one I watched the most was one of my co-workers, Erika. She was a tall blonde with green eyes. She was a little on the big side but that just made her more attractive to me. Her large chest and big ass made me horny every time she walked by my door. Unfortunately, I was very shy and did not attempt to do anything but fantasize about any of these girls. One night, the gym was closed and I was working late. Erika was the last one and, due to company policy, the last two people had to leave together. She came to my door and leaned in. "Are you going to be done soon?" she asked. "I'm ready to go." She seemed distracted but I did not think anything of it. "Sure, just let me clean up my desk." I shuffled some papers around and into my briefcase. I avoided looking at her for fear of growing a hard-on in my pants. She was wearing a pair of biking shorts and a spandex top that clung to her boobs. I thought I could see the circular shape of her areola so I tried to put that thought out of my head. I looked at the papers on my desk several times in an effort to distract myself. When I looked up again I saw that Erika was almost right next to me. "Why don't you have any pictures of your girlfriend in here?" Erika asked breathily. I stared at her with a blank expression and then looked around my office searching for a picture I knew did not exist. "Umm, I don't have a girlfriend," I told her in a low voice. I was embarrassed to confess this to her. I hurried my packing in order to avoid further awkwardness. She continued, "You know, you have a nice body. If you worked out a little you'd be a hunk. You know you get a free membership for working here, right?" My face went crimson. She was noticing my body. I did not know what to say so I remained silent and stared at the floor. After another moment of silence, I looked up and said, "Um, yeah. I know. Well, I've got everything. Let's go." I went around the opposite side of the desk to avoid her. I did not even lock my door as I normally would. I walked straight to the front door exit and turned to wait for her to catch up. When Erika did not follow immediately, I strained my eyes through the dark gym to look for her. A light shone on the opposite side of the gym. She was at the door to the girls' locker room. "I forgot something in my locker. I'll be right back." For all the hurry she was in before, she sure was taking her time now, I thought. I nervously checked my watch and wondered what would be on TV by the time I got home. I thought about stopping by the video store and picking up a porno to relieve my frustrations. I stood there in the faint light of the streetlights. I looked at my watch again and noticed that five minutes had gone by. I gathered my courage and went to go check on Erika. I walked through the darkened gym to the locker room. As I opened the door, the bright light from inside blinded me. I squinted as I looked around. "Erika?" I called, "Are you in here? Can I help you find something?" Getting no response, I had a feeling of dread. Something must have happened to her. I put down my briefcase and began to walk lightly. Several rows of metal lockers and wooden benches stretched out before me. I carefully peered around each corner fearing the worst. Then I heard a soft moan from the last row where the employee's lockers were. I hurried thinking maybe she has fallen and hit her head. What I saw was better than any porno I could have rented. Erika was lying back on the bench with her shirt up over her boobs and her shorts stretched between her knees. She was holding a long, silver vibrator inside her pussy with one hand and pinching a nipple with the other. Her eyes were closed and she seemed unaware of my presence. Mustering up all my nerve, I loudly said, "What are you doing?" She nearly shoved the vibrator all the way in her pussy as she jumped. I saw her leg muscles tighten as they kept her balanced on the bench. She tried to begin to cover up and pull her shirt down. "Don't move, slut," I ordered. She froze at the sternness of my voice. She left her hands on her shirt. The weight of her hands pushed her breasts to their complete fullness. My mind buzzed with the possibilities of what I had stumbled across. My strong words had made her obey my commands. The silence echoed within the concrete-walled room only broken by the soft, buzzing hum of her vibrator. I noticed a locker was open. I assumed it was hers. There appeared to be pictures inside. I stepped over to see what she was fantasizing about while masturbating. For the second time in a minute I could have been knocked over with a feather. There were pictures of me inside her locker. Photos from the company picnic and those 'what a fun place we work at' photos lined the inside. Most of them were just me smiling, but one had me with my shirt off and wiping the sweat from my forehead. I looked pretty good in that one. I guessed that's why she told me I had a good body. I was stunned by all these sudden revelations. Then I remembered that I had a half-naked fantasy sitting right next to me. I turned to face her and pretended to be upset. "So, you like to look at me and play with yourself?" She seemed to be on the edge of tears. I did not want her to cry so I said, "Show me how you like to play with yourself." I moved down to watch between her legs. She tentatively pulled the vibrator out of her pussy. It was covered in her juices. "Why don't you take your clothes off to show me." I used a tone of voice to imply I was not fooling around. Erika put the vibrator down, stood up, and peeled the shirt off over her head. Her large breasts wobbled as she shook her hair out. She then lifted one leg, then the other as she took off her shorts. She now stood before me like a wet dream. She gave me a smile as she lay down again. My erection was now obviously straining the front of my pants. Erika picked up the vibrator and inserted it back in her pussy. She now seemed intent on giving me a show. She began writhing in her apparent ecstasy. The vibrator slid in and out of her juicy hole. She also resumed tweaking her nipples into hard nubs as they rested within her wonderfully pink-colored areola. Her hips were lifting up off the bench in an effort to get more of the vibrator. I could not take anymore. I tore at my shirt buttons and unzipped my pants. In no time I was in my briefs and just as quickly those were gone. My raging hard-on bobbed as I took over control of the vibrator from her. I shoved it in and out as rapidly as I could, watching her pussy wrap and stretch around it. Then I pulled it out and stuck my own dick in her wet hole. I grabbed her tits and hung on like my life depended on it. I humped her madly for about 15 seconds before I came harder than I had never come before. I stayed deep inside her, feeling my cock throb as it spewed my seed. I continued riding her and kneading her tits. I told her, "You will now be my slut. I will control you. You will obey my every command. Do you understand?" "Ohhhh, yesss," Erika came when I told her she was mine. I felt her pussy pulsate on my cock. She pulled at my ass trying to get me deeper inside her. "I will do anything you say. Just tell me and I will do it. I am your whore-toy." "Good to hear that. Now turn over. I'm going to fuck your ass." I pulled my dick out and watched my cum spill on to the bench. Erika put her head on the bench and held on to it. Her winking pucker hole was perfectly exposed to me between her sweat-glistened buttocks. The symmetry of her globes made me want her even more. I put my still hard cock at the entrance to her anal cavity. I slowly rubbed my cock across the wrinkled skin of her asshole, spreading my dribbling cum for lubricant. Then I pushed toward her. To my surprise she pushed back toward me. I heard a small pop as I sank into her tight butt. I did not have to do any work as she began moving back and forth, piercing herself on my pole. I held on to her hips and squeezed her soft love handles. The slapping of our skin was beyond erotic for me. The sensation was like nothing I had ever experienced and I came in her ass. As I pulled out, she collapsed on to the bench. A few drops of my cum began leaking out of her ass. "Lick my cum off the bench," I told her. She turned around and like a cat lapped up the milky fluid from the bench. My hard-on would not quit. "Suck my dick," I told her. She came over and began to stick it between her tits. I slapped her hands away. "I told you to suck my dick not give me a tit fuck. Now turn around and get on your hands and knees." Erika gave me a worried look but obeyed. I just looked at her as she knelt there. I did not move and left the room in silence. She looked at the opposite wall, motionless. The plip-plip-plip of a leaking shower echoed loudly in the empty locker room. I then began rubbing her ass. Erika jumped at my touch. Just as she relaxed again, I wound back and spanked her hard. Her flesh rippled at my assault. She cried out at the sting of my hand. "Do not cry out," I told her as I spanked her again. She muffled her desire to yell out. I saw the outline of my hand form in red on her pale skin. I then smacked her several more times. She did not make a sound the rest of the time. Her ass radiated with heat from my spanking. "Now turn around and give me a good blowjob like I told you the first time," I said. Erika opened her mouth and I inserted my cock in it. I took the sides of her head in my hands and began thrusting in her mouth. After coming twice already I did not expect to cum again, but seeing Erika there with my cock in her mouth got a few more drops out of me. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and wiped it on her face. She sat there waiting for her next order. "Get up and put your pants on." She stood up and did what I said. I watched as she slid the shorts on over her wet holes. She turned to face me with her wonderful breasts hanging down. I stared at them like a horny teenager. Then I looked her in the eyes. "From now on you will obey my every command. If you disobey, it is over. I will probably humiliate you and alternately be considerate, depending on my mood. If you don't want to do this say it now and we will both walk away from here with just this experience." Erika remained silent. "What is your answer?" "I am yours," she said as her eyes dropped to the floor. I smiled and told her to dress so we could go home. I began to dream of all the nasty things that I was going to do with Erika. Please send comments and ideas! And vote! Thanks! Erika I thankfully pulled up in front of my house after a wasted three hour drive back from Scotland, the same house that I had departed from that morning. Everything seemed exactly the same and yet, even though the earth hadn't switched polarity and there had been no other global calamity, my life had inexorably changed. The previous evening, my lovely wife Erika and I had skipped TV to spend the whole evening happily discussing our long planned holiday in Antigua, now less than a fortnight away and that morning she had sent me off with a prolonged and very loving kiss, but as I operated the remote control, the rising garage door revealed another car parked in the place where mine ought to be. It was the same make and year as my own BMW but a radically different colour. I was not yet really suspicious but definitely on my guard until, on quietly entering the house, my ears were assailed by loud playing music, music of a type that neither Erika nor I particularly cared for. Now concerned, I moved cautiously forward and pushed open the living room door but was quite unprepared for the sight which met my eyes. A strange shirtless man was reclining, eyes confidently, closed, in my armchair, with my wife on his knee, sprawled across him with her face buried against the side of his neck. At first sight she seemed fully dressed in blouse and skirt and that seemed slightly reassuring but as she changed position it became obvious that he had his hand between her thighs with his fingers deeply embedded in her cunt. They were still unaware of my presence and I had time to observe that her blouse was actually unbuttoned and that her bra had been pushed above her tits. I've read stories of husbands in a similar invidious position. Some crept away quietly and kept their knowledge secret but others, although also making a quick exit, confronted their errant wives later. A third category chose to stand and watch, actually gaining arousal from the scene while some husbands with a different temperament rushed forward angrily, voicing expletives and shouting words that included 'divorce'. I was actually frozen, unable to quite believe the scene before my eyes and in that moment of indecision all my options except the last were snatched away. I don't think that I made any sound so they probably both instinctively and simultaneously became aware of my presence, because I suddenly found myself the focus of two pairs of startled and rather shocked eyes. For the last three years, as part of a select six person administrative committee, I've spent one weekend every month at a meeting in Edinburgh, driving up there first thing on the Friday morning and getting home early evening the following Monday. I can mention nothing about the topics we discussed at this meeting, except to say that this had nothing to do with my real career but I had official leave of absence to attend. It may seem that giving up almost one in every four weekends is too much of a sacrifice were it not that the generous remuneration from these weekends provided the extra income which made our well above average standard of life possible. On my arrival in Edinburgh earlier in the day, I had been met with the dire news that one of our number had perished in a car accident on his way there. The result was that after dining and milling about indecisively for most part of the afternoon, we decided to scrap the whole meeting as a mark of respect to our dead colleague. I was still so stunned that the thought of informing my wife of my early return never even entered my mind. 'Mouth watering' was the expression that I used when once asked my opinion of Erika; this back when the possibility of ending up married to her seemed an impossible dream. To my mind she is perfection in both figure and face and her inner character is the same, with a generosity of spirit being foremost among her many attributes. At 5' 6" she is slim with nicely rounded breasts and pert behind, with an exceptionally narrow waist which nicely accentuates those assets. I also need to say that she has the kind of legs that stiletto heels were designed for. Without making her sound unintelligent, (because she is actually rather clever in her sphere), she does have a certain simplicity of thought which at times I have found very endearing. I do however regard myself as the thinking half of the marriage. We 'met' in the rest room of a further education college, although at that time I had been admiring her from afar for almost a whole term. Then I had the good fortune to be able to help her with a project and asked for a date on the strength of that. We've now been together for ten years, (married for eight). She was just twenty two at that time while I was approaching my quarter century. We have no children by choice as yet but did eventually want a family, so were not unaware that the biological clock was now ticking. Rows are a constant factor of life for a great many marriages but I can honestly say that there were not even seriously raised voices between us during all the time since we met. I loved her with all my heart, was totally contented and I always believed that she felt exactly the same about me. Erika immediately jumped to her feet, the natural look of shock on her face at my sudden appearance quickly replaced by one of determination. Taking two quick steps to stand between me and her lover, she said, "I'm sorry," but then, lest her apology should seem too open ended, she qualified with the words, "I'm so terribly sorry that you should find out like this. I never wanted to hurt you." The guy had also quickly risen to his feet. He was white, looked possibly a few years older than me and had recognisably Scottish features. Apart from his missing shirt he was still fully dressed but I suspect that his fly was probably unzipped. His face didn't show the panic that I would have felt if caught in such a compromising situation but he certainly looked very uncomfortable. He had no fear of violence from me, quite apart from my pacifist nature. At around 6' 2" tall he was at least four inches taller then me, more heavily built and showing evidence of the same hours spent in the gym which were top of my list of unfulfilled intentions. It was very evident that he didn't know what to do but Erika solved his dilemma by hissing over her shoulder, "Dave, you go upstairs and wait." Immediately and without question, he almost gratefully did as she said. I still hadn't spoken but you mustn't get the impression that I was just standing there nonplussed because in actual time very few seconds had passed. People talk about moments when time seems to pass in slow motion and this was certainly one of those. "How long has this been going on?" I asked calmly. "Six months, at least this was going to be the sixth time if you hadn't come home," my wife told me truthfully. "Why is whatever-his-name-is still in the house, I know that if I were in his position I'd want to be out of here?" "He's called Dave and he's got nowhere else to go, he lives in Glasgow but was expecting to spend the night with me," my wife said simply. "Tomorrow night as well." It may seem that I was unrealistically calm but I think that I was numb more than anything, "Why?" I asked, "I thought we were happy together." "We are happy; this has nothing to do with that." "Then what has it got to do with?" Erika shook her head helplessly, "I can't tell you, I wouldn't be able to find the words and I'm afraid that if I did try, I might hurt you more than I have already, quite unnecessarily." "This morning I had a marriage, tonight that has gone and you expect me not to want to know how that happened," I spat back angrily. "You still have a marriage if you want it," my wife said quietly but then in a stronger voice continued, "I'll tell you everything that you want to know darling but not right now. When depends on what you want to do now." "I'm trying to think of a reason why I shouldn't kick your cheating arse into out of the house. Please tell me, what do you think are my options?" I asked coldly. "Divorce is the obvious answer if you think that what I've done cancels out all the years of happiness we have shared. I wouldn't blame you. I won't fight and I'll accept whatever share of our assets you care to give me. I still love you, you see," she ended with a look of real sincerity on her lovely face. She stood for a long moment with a tear starting to trickle down her cheek and then continued in a choked voice, "If that's what you want, I suppose that you should find yourself a hotel room in town and leave me here. We can meet up later for me to answer all your questions." "You said 'options' in the plural?" I said, struggling to stay detached, this was the first time since we met that I hadn't moved forward automatically to comfort my wife when she showed signs of distress." "You might forgive me. You might think that after all that we've both put into our marriage I am entitled to one mistake, although I admit that my mistake is far worse than a simple one off fling. If we both tried I'm sure that we can be happy again but I don't think we can ever recapture what has been lost," she ended sadly." "Why is going back so impossible?" My happiness had been so complete that I was unwilling to admit that it was lost forever and my instinct was to hope that, given time, I would be would be able to put it all behind me. "It will always be there between us, if only in your mind. You won't be able to forget when you can't understand why I've cheated on you, not just the once but lots of times over the past six months. I can tell you everything that Dave and I did together, blow by blow in every nasty detail but I can't tell you why I did it, at least not in terms that I'm willing to use." "So what do you suggest?" If both alternatives had such a dire prognosis it seemed we had an impossible impasse. "I think that the only answer is for you to watch me having sex with Dave." It was preposterous. "You must be joking," I shouted, my initial anger reasserting itself. "I'm very, very serious," Erika said sincerely, "It's the only way that you might understand why I did what I did, without me trying to explain." "You're telling me that watching you making love to another man will solve all our problems, "I said, making no attempt to keep the incredulity out of my voice. "It won't be 'making love', I only make love with you because you're the only man that I love," Erika said fiercely, "What you will see will be Dave fucking me and possibly me sucking his cock." "I don't see that you can possibly still love me if you have been happily opening your legs for another man," I told her bluntly, "And I've got little inclination to watch you engaged in either activity with the guy upstairs. This morning I left home believing that I had a happy loving marriage and yet now I find myself engaged in this bizarre discussion. I know that I have a decision to make but that will be impossible without knowing how this situation came about. You sit there so calmly telling me my options; don't you feel any guilt at all?" "I am not calm at all, you have no idea how much I'm trembling inside," Erika said with a choke in her voice. "I'm trembling because I know how important that decision will be. Darling, you must be parched so let me make us a cup of tea and then I will answer your questions as much as I can." I coldly confirmed that tea would be fine and then watched as my wife jumped up to start the familiar tea making routine, that I must have witnessed a thousand times before but in very different circumstances. In fact everything seemed so normal that for a moment I could almost believe that this was all my imagination, until that illusion was destroyed by the sight of her crumpled panties still lying, where they had been carelessly discarded, on the floor by the chair,. This reality was reinforced by the fact that Erika had set out three mugs on the kitchen top instead of the usual two. It might be expected that my brain would have been working in overdrive but as far as I can recall my mind was singularly devoid of thoughts, almost as if I had gone into a kind of limbo as some sort of protective measure. After the milk was added, Erika carefully carried two of the mugs and set them down on the dining table, fastidiously placing a table mat under each. Taking the third mug she headed for the stairs, informing me in passing, "I'm taking one up to Dave. I'll tell him that we're talking, I won't be more than a minute." She was actually away for almost five. In her absence, I switched off the obnoxious rap music then went to the table and sat down in my usual place. Despite the heat of the freshly brewed beverage, I took several quick sips, feeling grateful for the return of moisture to my mouth. Returning, Erika took a taste from her mug before setting it back on the table. Leaning forward and looking straight in my eyes, she said firmly, "I did feel very guilty about everything right after the first time and I feel terribly guilty at this moment for the unhappiness that I've caused you but, to be perfectly honest, during the months in between while I was cheating behind your back, I didn't feel guilty at all. It was as if I had managed to rationalise the guilt away by convincing myself that if you didn't know it couldn't be harming you and also that I deserved the extra pleasure I was getting. He was only here when you were away so you weren't getting any less sex because of him." This inevitably brought up other questions but rather than interrupt the flow I decided to keep my questions until later. "How did it all start?" I prompted. Erika seemed relieved to have escaped immediate interrogation, "It was back in February," she started. "You were up in Scotland over the Valentines Day weekend. I was usually OK with you being away but this time I was lonely because of the occasion. On the Friday evening of the day you drove up to Edinburgh, I was already missing you badly, so when Lisa rang and invited me to go out on the Saturday night with her and her husband I jumped at the chance." Lisa was my wife's best friend and close work colleague and I didn't particularly like her. She was attractive enough with a nice figure but it was her morals that I held in question as she had confided to Erika that she had enjoyed several either short affairs or one night stands. I know from another source that her husband Jack also played around so they probably had an open marriage. If that is the case then who am I to judge? My main reservation about her was an unsubstantiated suspicion that she was trying to recruit Erika to her more free and easy lifestyle. "When I knocked on the door it was opened by a tall guy, whose name I found out was Dave. When we were introduced, they said he was Jack's cousin and was staying with them for the weekend. We were going to a Valentine's dance and it was obvious that Dave would be coming too. I was rather unhappy about this development because I would have felt more comfortable as a tag along third rather than part of a foursome. As it was Dave made the evening, at least for me. Because of the occasion there was a lot of old ballroom style dancing. I can do it but I'm not very good and if he hadn't been there I probably wouldn't have had a single dance but as it was I was hardly off the floor. Dave is a brilliant dancer, so good that he was able to correct my mistakes and leave me feeling like Ginger Rodgers. After each dance I was left with a feeling of exhilaration." "I suppose that's when he started groping you and chatting you up," I interjected bitterly. I had resolved not to speak but the words just burst out of my mouth. "You're completely wrong," Erika corrected me, "I'll admit that in the slow dances, when he held me close, I could tell that I was affecting him but his hands were always where they should be and he didn't say a single word out of place. He didn't even try to kiss me after the last waltz even though I could tell that he wanted to. I could even tell that hoped I would kiss him instead, I was tempted but instead I thanked him for a wonderful evening. He said that it was he who should be thanking me because it had been a privilege to dance with such a beautiful woman. " From the look on my wife's face as she remembered that last exchange, I could tell that it was that one simple sentence which had broken through her defences. Up to this point, Erika had related her confession looking straight in my eyes but as she continued her focus had switched to a spot close to my right ear. "We had all been drinking in between dances but up to this point all four of us were a long way from being inebriated. We'd consumed just enough to feel relaxed and happy. The plan was that the taxi would drop those three and then take me home but when we got to Lisa's house she insisted that I go in for another quick drink. At that point I was reluctant to let go of the evening so it wasn't difficult to persuade me. It was all the alcohol after that which did all the damage." I knew that my wife reacted differently depending on the type of drink, so I asked what she was drinking. "At the dance it was only white wine but Lisa had produced an absolutely massive bottle of Russian Vodka. That was really what got everything started because she said, 'Who says size doesn't matter?' everybody laughed and we were soon all busy filling glasses. The room had two large settees set at right angles and across the apex of the opposite corner there was a big plasma TV showing what turned out to be a porn film. Filling most of the space in-between was a big rectangular, glass topped coffee table. At the start nobody was taking any notice of the film because we were all too busy talking and laughing and knocking back shots." "And getting drunk," I interrupted. Erika nodded. "I sat down in the middle of a settee and when Dave sat down beside me he quite naturally put his arm around me and I couldn't see any harm in that. There were two girls and three guys on screen, all of them naked, and what they were doing was already making me feel uncomfortable but then Lisa increased the stakes by removing her panties and throwing them in the air. I turned to say something to Dave and he took the opportunity to kiss me. I actually welcomed the distraction because the porn on the screen certainly wasn't soft and when I looked back at Lisa and Jack on the other settee they were almost as bad. At some point the front of my dress had come undone and was gaping open. My bra was still in place and just about covering my nipples but almost all of my tits were on display, I'm not sure how that happened but it didn't matter because I still felt that it wasn't really cheating". At this point Erika needed to pause for a moment before saying softly, "Dave kept trying to get his hand between my legs and I kept removing it before going back to kissing but every time his hand was back again almost immediately. After four of five times I couldn't be bothered stopping him any more but it wasn't until his fingers were inside my pussy that I realised how very wet I was. When I was a teenager, in the cinema I often let lads get that far but no further, so I still felt in control but then Lisa completely undermined my resolve. Jumping up she came over to say that she and Jack were going to bed and that with two beds and a settee to chose from, we could have fun where ever we wanted. But then, leaning down close to my ear she whispered, 'I've road tested this one myself and believe me, you're in for a real treat'. After she said that I felt almost obliged to let Dave fuck me and he seemed to assume that he'd got the green light because from that point there was no stopping him." Erika "How did you feel? I found myself asking. Erika shook her head, "That's part of what I can't tell you, all I can say is that we fucked once on the settee and another two times in the bed I'd been given. It was almost starting to get light when we finally fell asleep. He wanted to do again in the morning but I was no longer the wild slut that I'd been the night before. I'd returned to being your loving wife and I felt desperately ashamed. I even covered my body from his eyes, which was ridiculous after all the stuff we had done the night before. One of Dave's good points is that he's quite sensitive and, on seeing I was embarrassed, he found a reason to leave the room, giving me the chance to dress very quickly. By the time I had finished in the bathroom he was on the point of leaving to go home and I was so relieved at not having to face him over breakfast." "I bet that Lisa had something to say." "Yes, she had a big smile on her face as she asked if I'd had a good time but I told her that I didn't want to talk about it. I said it very coldly because I blamed her for everything that had happened. Lisa wasn't offended, she just got this huge grin on her face and said, 'Oh I see, you're having your guilt trip, don't worry darling, you'll soon get over that.' She was wrong because walking home, I couldn't stop crying and I had bath after bath trying to make myself clean again. I was terrified that when you got home on the Monday night it would take only one look in my eyes for you to know everything that I did with Dave. " I don't see how you got from there to having a six month affair," I said, genuinely puzzled. "You treated me just as lovingly as you have always done and I realised that I might have got away with it," Erika continued as if I hadn't interrupted. "There was still the risk that Lisa might say something because when drunk she can be capable of stuff like that. I still felt rather ashamed but I didn't regret it as much as I had. I was still resolved never to ever do anything like that again but as I saw it, no harm had been done and I had a fantastic memory to last the rest of my life." "But you did do it again, loads of times," I reminded her. "About a week later, Dave rang my mobile, I think Lisa gave him my number," my wife started to explain. "The first time you were in the room so I pretended it was a wrong number. He guessed the situation, said he would ring later and when he did I was alone. I knew that I shouldn't speak with him but he can be very amusing and he seemed genuinely concerned about me, especially after the way I had acted that morning after. He was 300 miles away in Glasgow and I didn't think he knew our address so I felt pretty safe and anyway, I didn't think there was anything terribly wrong with just chatting with him. After we had talked a few times, he stated asking me to see him again but I always turned him down until the Friday of the next month, after you had set off for your committee. I was quite relaxed until he said that he was sitting in his car at the end of our road. He wanted to see me, 'Just to talk,' he said. At this point Erika tried to take a drink from her mug but finding it to be already empty, replaced it on the table. "At first I refused but he's very persuasive and eventually I agreed to let him in. I actually opened the garage door with the remote and told him to drive straight in. I'd started off with such good intentions but once he was in the house we didn't do much talking at least not in the first couple of hours. " "In my garage, inside my house, in my bed and inside my wife," I said bitterly. "Not in your bed -- our bed, I couldn't do that to you, so I always took him into the guest bedroom," Erika quickly corrected me. "I slept with him again on the Saturday night and he drove home very early Sunday morning. After that he came down to see me every month when you were away. You might have passed him on the motorway, with you driving one way as he drove the other, except that you were probably always already up there before he started down. We followed the same routine every time." "I don't understand why he didn't stay with you on the Sunday as well when you knew I wouldn't be back for another day, I presume it had to do with his work," I asked, more for something to say rather than wanting to know the reason. "He's his own boss so he could have stayed; it was me who made him leave early. I was afraid that you would be able to tell that I'd been fucked by another man but a gap of over thirty-six hours seemed long enough for me to get back to normal before I was in bed with you again." "I'm not sure that I know what you mean," I said, rather displaying my naivety. "After I've been with Dave, I always end up a bit stretched," my wife explained gently. "Are you trying to tell me that his cock is a lot bigger than mine?" I asked through gritted teeth. "A little over two inches longer and about half as thick again," Erika said, in a very matter of fact manner. "So, no contest then," I sad sadly. "It was never a competition," Erika said quickly, "You were so completely different it was impossible to compare. It was because the experiences were so unlike that allowed me to do what I've done." "So, apart from cock size, where exactly do I fall down?" "You don't fall down at all," my wife told me passionately. "When I'm with you feel completed, much loved, totally contented and completely satisfied. You've made me feel that way from the very first time we had sex and I couldn't possibly ask any more of you." "And him?" "He makes me feel as if every atom in my body is vibrating to the same tune," she said simply. "I don't get it," I admitted. "That's why I think you need to see me with him before you will," my wife said triumphantly, as if believing that I had just proved her argument for her." I was not convinced. At first, I was rather shaken by that statement but then realised that she had to be exaggerating for effect. To avoid a response I switched the subject by saying, "In that case you better tell me more about the guy upstairs." Perhaps a bit pettily, I'd made the decision not to refer to him by name." "He's quite a decent guy," Erika said almost eagerly, as if she had just been waiting for a chance to tell me about her lover. "He not the kind of man to fall in love with and there are times that I don't actually like him but there's nothing really nasty in his nature." "I bet any money that you're not the first married woman that he's fucked," I said suddenly, without having consciously planned to do so. "He doesn't make any secret of that," my wife said defensively, "Dave's admitted to me that he's seduced quite a few wives before me but he doesn't think that he does any harm. He's not one of those guys who plays with couples and he doesn't ever try to steal a wife from her husband. He just wants a bit of fun for a while, ideally without any one else knowing. He once told me that he believes his intervention actually improves marriages." I gave a derisory guffaw. "And how exactly did this genius manage to work that out?" "He says that wives are left more sexually charged and adventurous after an affair is over, with the husband getting the benefit, not to mention the little special sex tricks that she's learned." "I don't believe that for one moment," I said dismissively. A smile flitted over my lovely wife's face and it was almost as if she had momentarily forgotten the situation as she said, "I've already tried a couple of those sex tricks on you and you really enjoyed them. There are some more but I didn't dare introduce too many at once in case you started to wonder who was teaching them to me." Inevitably my mind started scanning back trying to identify when they might have been. I had to wonder if I would have enjoyed those tricks as much as she said, (if at all) if I'd known from whence they came. Apart from that I had completely run out of things to say and after some long moments of silence, Erika prompted, "Are you getting close to making a decision?" "Which decision exactly? Whether I'm going to forgive your cheating and carry on as normal or whether I'm willing to sit quietly in a chair and watch you and your buddy upstairs happily humping." "The watching," Erika clarified with a pleading look in her eyes, "Darling, as I said before, I don't think you can forgive me until you understand and I don't think you can fully understand until you've seen what it's like." "I don't know yet," I said, shaking my head helplessly, "This is the very last thing I ever expected to be asked to do." After a few more moments my wife broke the renewed silence by saying, "Can I ask you a question?" then when I nodded she asked, "Suppose that when you arrived home a little while ago, instead of cheating, you found me about to inject a needle full of heroine into my arm. What would you have done?" This was really going off on a tangent, I couldn't see the connection but I decided to play along. "I would have been ashamed for you and rather disgusted but I would immediately have tried to book you into a rehabilitation clinic." Erika nodded, "So no talk of forgiveness or divorce?" I was mystified, "No, why should there be?" "Don't you see there's no difference," Erika said passionately. "People who do drugs must get exquisite sensations; if they don't why do they keep on injecting? "This has nothing at all to do with drugs, how exactly do you see a connection?" I said rather scathingly. "Some women can be perfectly happy with the sex her husband gives her but might occasionally stick a needle in her arm for a completely different special sensation, well sex with Dave is more like a drug high than making love with you, so they have got to be completely different things," my wife argued fervently if illogically. "You only have to watch and you're bound to see it too." Over the course of this discussion I had been unwillingly impressed by my wife's unwavering confidence that if I watched her and Dave copulate, it would magically make me see her infidelity in a completely different light. It was a spectacle that I had no wish to see but I must admit to a growing curiosity. Making my decision, I told her, "OK, will watch you and lover boy perform but I can't promise that it is going to help, in fact I think it will make everything a damn sight worse." Erika's lovely face broke into a massive smile and she jumped to her feet. I got the impression that she was about to run to throw her arms round my neck and smother me with kisses but she checked herself and simply said, "Thank you." She stood for a few moments as if undecided what to do next but then told me, "I'm going to let Dave know. Can you wait a little while before you come up because I may need to talk to him? He was all set to go home when I took up his tea before and it needed a few minutes to persuade him to stay." "How long?" "Can you give me about quarter of an hour please? Why don't you make yourself another cop of tea and probably grab something to eat while you're waiting," she suggested. "I will have a drink but something stronger than tea, I think I'm going to need it," I said ruefully, already regretting my decision. The time passed fairly quickly. I was quite calm but it was the calm of a man preparing himself for an ordeal that he had to face. I actually gave then twenty minutes, time in which I was able to empty my glass without gulping the liquor. I headed for the stairs in a resigned frame of mind with a 'what have I got to lose' attitude. I was to find out. At one point in the ensuing two hour sex marathon I was trembling all over my body as if with maleria, at others I was close to tears but for most of the time it felt as if someone had plunged a dagger into my lower abdomen and was continually twisting it. By the time it was over I knew the real meaning of 'heartache'. The guest bedroom door was open but pulled almost shut, so that I couldn't see into the room. For one irrational moment I was tempted to knock but then instead deliberately pushed it open quite hard. He was sitting on the far side of the bed with his back to the door. Erika stood facing, about two paces in front of him and now completely naked. Dave was wearing a short dressing gown of flamboyant design that most certainly wasn't mine. I could see a small overnight bag on the floor near the window and idly wondered if he carried the dressing gown back and forth with him on each visit. More probably he left it behind for convenience, in the guest room or more probably safely hidden in my wife's half of our built in wardrobe. Upon my abrupt entrance, Dave had quickly jumped to his feet and half turned to face me, casting an uneasy glance in my direction before quickly looking away. At that moment I was more preoccupied with my wife's state of undress because, to my mind, she looked more blatantly sexual than when I had caught her engaged in that actual petting activity just a little while before. Catching my eye she nodded to where the dressing table stool had been placed, slightly to my right and about six feet from the end of the bed. I became aware that Dave was shaking his head urgently. Erika moved her mouth close to his ear and started speaking quickly in lowered tone, but even though her words were obviously intended solely for him, I could hear every word quite clearly as she said fiercely, "What is the matter with you, of course you can. Please don't let me down now; my whole marriage depends on this. I thought you said that you never went soft. Pretend he's not here. Look, just close your eyes and leave it to me." As she finished speaking, Erika dropped to her knees in front of him and pushed his dressing gown aside, to reveal that he was wearing nothing underneath. I assumed that he must be at least partially aroused because there seemed one hell of a lot of limp male flesh dangling from his groin. My wife reached out with one delicate hand and slowly lifted the organ, with it hanging over the side of her finger, the covered head making it very reminiscent of a dead snake. Then, tilting her head sideways, she first gave it a quick lick before taking the thing in her mouth. At the sight, something seemed to catch in my throat and I retched a couple of times. I was actually overwhelmed by a feeling of nausea but that quickly passed when she altered position and her hair thankfully blocked my view of further ministrations. A few minutes passed during which my wife's bobbing head was the only thing moving. Eventually, obviously satisfied with her efforts, Erika turned to her side and after a quick glance in my direction, edged Dave round until he was standing side on to me. It was pretty obvious that she was ensuring that I had the best angle to view her performance from my place in the front row of the stalls. Her talented mouth had once again worked its magic, turning that previously bedraggled penis into a rampant cock, a cock that was commendably stiff and appeared significantly plumper than before. The following oral session lasted around twenty minutes and for most of that time, (or at least near the start), I was able to watch in a quite detached manner. My wife's strong belief was that her sex with me and that with her lover were so radically different that the sexual experiences were of different species and therefore what she had done with Dave was not actually infidelity. I have to admit that what I witnessed in that third of an hour time span didn't contradict her theory. When we first met and were mutually admitting our previous sexual histories, I was pleasantly surprised to find that Erika had been fucked by fewer men that I might have expected. However she later admitted that she had given blow jobs to quite a large number of others, this due to an irrational pregnancy fear. In consequence she had become rather an expert at the craft and I had certainly enjoyed the benefit over the years, even though it was always very obvious that she was doing it for my pleasure. Erika had quite a repertoire of special acts that she always performed in the same sequence, all the time gazing lovingly up into my eyes in the approved manner. Her pleasure came from practicing her technique. With Dave it was very obvious that she was doing it for herself, for a start she kept her eyes closed almost the entire time. At the start of this extended blow job, Dave also kept his eyes tightly closed and even when he did open them he seemed to quickly become preoccupied with something on the ceiling. However, even before half way, he was throwing frequent bold or even defiant glances in my direction. I'm not saying that she did things to him that she'd never done with me but the manner of doing was certainly dissimilar. For instance, she spent an inordinately long time slowly and sensuously licking up his long shaft, treating it like an ice-cream cone or lollipop. Next she had him place one foot on the bed so that she had easier access his balls and able to take each one in turn into her mouth for a prolonged tongue bath. The moment that hit me badly came as she switched between testicles, when she paused to press her face against his scrotum. It was only after she had taken several deep breaths through her nose that I realised that she was getting a high from inhaling his genital aroma. Another nasty moment came at a point when his foreskin had almost fully retracted and Erika stretched out her tongue to let the tip slowly trace a path round the pink shiny crown. What shocked me was that, from the look of pleasure on her face, you would have thought she was tasting the most exquisite delicacy on earth. A short while later, when she had managed to take a surprising length of cock into her mouth, her whole body seemed to tremble then shake. For a moment I thought she was choking until I realised that she had given herself an orgasm from the sheer pleasure of sucking his cock. There was a lot more that I seem to have forgotten, my memory not helped by the fact that for a time she quickly flitted from one act to another with no seeming plan to her activities, as if her mind was completely adrift on a sea of pleasure. Erika seemed lost in a world of her own and showed no sign of stopping until Dave placed both of his hands firmly on the top her head. I suspect that her teasing tongue was bringing him too near the brink. On this signal she jumped up and stretched, with arms extended high above her head, taking the opportunity to throw me a hesitant smile. I think that was the only time that she acknowledged my presence in all that was to follow. As prelude to the actual fucking, sitting on the edge of the bed she shuffled back until her bottom was in the middle, before throwing her torso backwards. When about to have sex with me she only parts her legs sufficiently to let me slip comfortably between but now, with hands behind the back of her knees, she pulled her spread thighs back until they were pressing against her breasts. I could clearly see the trimmed brown hairs cladding her pubic mound and the pink slit of her cunt. Perhaps it was my imagination but it seemed to be already opening like a flower in anticipation. In what seemed a well practiced routine, Dave knelt on the edge of the bed and then knee walked until in the right position. I've read in porn that particularly well endowed men always need a lot of time to gradually ease their cock in but Dave seemed to have no such problem. Through the gap his legs I could plainly see that he had plunged in to the hilt in just one steady thrust. He did however start off only fucking her slowly but that fact caused me a problem. I'd expected to see something completely different but this was exactly the same as when she and I made love. I felt a great urge to rush forward and drag him bodily off my wife and at one point might have done so, had I not felt that my agreement to watch held an implied promise not to intervene. Erika The rhythm quickly built up until they were fucking with such exuberance that I hoped they would return to that more sedate pace. I could actually see very little because his huge swinging balls very effectively blocked my view. It was better when he started roughly throwing her around the bed, his cock still buried in her and her legs clamped tightly round his waist. During the course of the whole sex session, there were times when she gave crude vocal encouragement and others when she said 'Yes' repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," continuing for minutes at a time but for most of the sexual extravaganza, her evidence of pleasure was non verbal, a kind of keening sound, (like a hum made with the upper part of the nose), providing a constant soundtrack that only varied in pitch. One unexpected element was the almost overpowering smell of sex. Of course on screen sex has no smell and all those times that I was a participant in the sex act, I must somehow have been unaware. After a long period of shagging in that position, without any warning they broke apart. Erika grabbed a pillow and almost scampered to put it along the bottom of the bed before placing herself face down upon it with her feet dangling down to the floor. Meanwhile, Dave walked round the outside of the bed, his huge glistening organ swaying arrogantly in front of him, before reconnecting with her in the doggie position. This is when the power fucking really began. I realised that I had a painfully stiff erection but knew enough not to feel ashamed or berate myself for this fact. From study I knew that this was simply due to genetic programming, not unlike the fight or flee mechanism, and not a sign that I had been aroused by what I was seeing, which is the usual interpretation. You may wonder why I haven't mention having observed Erika enjoying an orgasm; the truth is that I don't think there were many moments when she wasn't having one. This was primitive animal rutting, his thick shaft pistoning into her so fast that his hips were a blur. There was a small rivulet of sweat trickling down the middle of his back and I realised that my own forehead was beaded with perspiration, even though I was unaware of any increase in room temperature. Due to my position I could observe little detail and realised that if my head were about twelve inches lower I would see far better. I had the option of leaning forward or slumping down but did neither, actually unsure if this was due to lack of desire or unwillingness to demean myself further. They went on and on and on. The man seemed to have unlimited reserves of energy and almost unbelievable self control. I knew that if in a similar position, I wouldn't have been able to maintain his pace or stop myself from cumming. Inevitably he eventually did run out of steam and, withdrawing abruptly, threw himself backwards on to the bed. Mere second later Erika had scrambled up to impale herself on his still turgid organ in the cowgirl position. She began enthusiastically bouncing up and down and soon established a steady rhythm. I had a better view now than at any time before, for instance I could clearly see the sheen on his cock as it appeared and disappeared between the welcoming lips of her cunt. I also couldn't avoid noticing the collar of white froth round the base of his thick shaft, this undoubtedly a combination of his pre-cum and her vaginal juices. Maybe because she was now doing the fucking rather than he, I felt a rush intense jealousy or was it envy? Maybe both -- I find myself confused on the difference between those two emotions. Suddenly, with his shaft still embedded in her, Erika somehow managed to swivel 180 degrees into the reverse cowgirl position. I hoped that she might now look at me or even counter the lewd carnal image by mouthing the words, 'I love you' but her eyes remained obstinately closed and it was very obvious from the expression on her face that the whole essence of her being was concentrated between her thighs. There was no more up and down action as she had switched to a rotational movement of her hips, and was no doubt also squeezing his cock with her vaginal muscles. At times, the watching became so unbearable that I had a strong urge to dash from the room but unfortunately felt committed to stay. My mouth was desperately dry but I also felt inhibited about slipping out for refreshment, even to snatch a quick drink of water from the bathroom. Ironically, they were so engrossed with each other that I doubt if my absence would have even been noticed. Thankfully we were approaching the finale and they switched back to missionary for that. Compared to what had gone before this was relatively brief, lasting only a few minutes. If this were a fictional tale, Dave would have already cum three times without losing stiffness. In reality he had maintained stoic self control, and when the moment came I counted eight strung pulses as he pumped his semen into her. After completion, he initially slumped upon her but then rolled off after only a brief embrace. This action revealed the damage, a gaping red rimmed hole with a mass of white cum already in the process of oozing out. I could easily understand why my wife was addicted to the man but at the same time I couldn't agree with her belief that her sex with him and her sex with me were essentially or even intrinsically different. To my mind it was all just copulation, with him being vastly better at it than me. I was still gazing between her legs with a kind of hypnotic fascination when Erika sat up, looked at me for the first time in a long time and said cheerfully, "Why don't you go to bed love, I'll be through in a few minutes. " I rather thankfully left the room and went to our bedroom; there after undressing and carefully hanging up my clothes, I got into bed. For anybody interested I have always slept naked. After two or three minutes it struck me that it was almost exactly twenty-four hours since I had lain in that exact position but then I had been in a very different frame of mind. After about five minutes, Erika came running in and slipped into bed beside me. "Dave's staying the night, he wanted to go home now but I told him it was stupid to set off at this time of night especially when he's bound to be tired," she reported. "Don't worry; I won't be going through to him during the night." I didn't say anything, apart from making a sort of grunt to show that I wasn't asleep. We lay side by side, not quite touching, I think with both of us aware of the others breathing. After several minutes, Erika said softly, "Do you want to?" My mind didn't but my body did. I told her 'No'. There followed a gap of several more minutes before she said, "Are you sure? They say that helps to reconnect." "At this point I'm not sure that I want to 'reconnect' with you ever again." The disappointment in my wife's voice was obvious as she said, "But do you agree that it was different?" "Oh, it was different all right but I don't think that helps, in fact quite the opposite." "How do you mean?" "I don't want to talk about this now," I said firmly, "I'll give you my decision in the morning, but now that I've watched your demonstration, maybe you can now tell me what you think makes the big difference between your lover and me?" "I've given this a lot of consideration over the last six months and I still don't fully understand," my wife said thoughtfully. "He does fill me far fuller than you do and that has to be part of the reason but only a very small part. I think the fact that I don't love him has got to be more significant, or more importantly that he doesn't love me. He's also had an awful lot of experience with women; he understands how female bodies work so he knows all their hot spots and the right time to trigger them." Erika paused and then said, "Actually, I think the main, if not the only reason. is simple chemical attraction. Remember from science classes at school, those two substances where there was always a massive reaction if ever they were allowed to touch." There was another longish silence and then Erika added, as if a sudden realisation, "Dave makes me feel so wonderful but he could never make me as happy as you do, and that's the real difference." I did intend to reply but while sorting out in my head what I wanted to say, I must have fallen asleep due to mental exhaustion. When I woke the next morning the side of the bed next to me was empty but almost immediately as if by sixth sense, Erika came bustling in, fully dressed and with her make-up on. I immediately started to swing my legs out of bed to get up but she held up a hand to stop me saying, "Dave's having something to eat before he goes, can you wait fifteen minutes or so until after he's left." After she returned downstairs it struck me that I seemed to do nothing but wait for Dave; however in this instance I didn't mind at all because I had absolutely no desire to confront the man that morning. At the specified time I headed down, having taken the opportunity to wash and shave while waiting. Half way downstairs I was greeted by the appetising smell of bacon and eggs and as I entered the dining room Erika was in the process of placing two plates on the table. Coffee mugs were already in place. I waited until we had both finished eating and Erika was sitting quietly gazing expectantly at me. She was looking particularly gorgeous and that didn't help me in what I had to say. Taking a deep breath I started my speech, "I still love you, I think that I will always love and I'm pretty certain that you still love me but I can't stay married to you. Last night was a desperate mistake. After you explained how your affair came about, I was on the point of forgiving you and I think, given time, I might have been able to put it out of my mind but now I have graphic images indelibly ingrained in my memory and I don't think I can ever eradicate them. So tomorrow I going to find a solicitor to start divorce proceedings and I also intend to start the business of putting the house up for sale." Tears flooded down my wife's lovely face and she sat there sobbing, quite unable to speak. I let her suffer for two or three minutes before saying quietly, "That doesn't have to mean the end." Erika looked bemused but I saw the glimmer of hope in her eyes. "What do you mean?" she stammered. "While the divorce is going through and for a short time afterwards, actually for a period of six months, I suggest that we don't have any direct contact, in fact it would be best if we didn't even catch sight of each other. During that time we will both be free to have sex with other people, me to gain a modicum of revenge and you to hopefully get whatever it is out of your system. Next Valentines Day, if both of us still want to, we will meet up for dinner. At the end of the evening we will go our separate ways, but from then on we might start dating again, just like we did at the beginning." "I'll do anything you want if it might get us back but I don't see the point of all that and I don't like the thought of divorce," Erika said with a look of genuine puzzlement on her face. "The idea goes back to Trevor Smith," I started to explain. Now she did look mystified. "What's Trevor got to do with it? "He and I had a few confrontations before you and I met and I hated the arrogant bastard, you could say that he was my worst enemy. Then, just after we got engaged, I found out that you'd a hot relationship with him two years before and actually moved in with him for a couple of months. From that moment, I couldn't stop imagining you in bed with him. The thoughts were there all the time and it made me quite ill. It got to the point that I thought I would have to break up with you because I couldn't stand the thought of feeling like that for the rest of my life. Erika was nodding understandingly, "So what did you do?" "I told myself that it was the past. That we were the future and that we had only come into being as the people we are on the day that we met. It worked and I haven't thought about him since, until last night. I'm hoping that the same technique will help me get past Dave and everything that I saw last night." "You said that we could both have sex with others during the break, does that include him," my wife asked hesitantly. "Technically it does but I'd prefer that you don't see him. In fact, if you can't go cold turkey on him from this moment, I honestly don't think there is any hope for us," I told her bluntly. My soon to be ex wife sat thinking for a while before saying, "I understand the need to divorce but does the break have to be for six months? What if the divorce goes through quickly? The last six months has seemed like a very long time and six months from now feels like forever. I can't bear the thought of not seeing you for so long." As unemotionally as I could manage, I told her, "I will need six months to get over the anger I feel at what you have done to us and as for you, you've been sharing yourself with a man able to sexually pleasure you better than I ever can but with my love as a backstop. You need to find out if you can get that same pleasure if I'm not there to return to. I think you need a full six months to decide what you're looking for because I don't want you to be there on Valentine's Day if you're not absolutely certain that you can remain faithful to me in the future." We spent another two hours sorting out details and me packing some bags before inevitably it was time for me to leave. I stood with my back to the door with Erika about three feet in front of me. There was a long silence until she asked, "Aren't you going to kiss me goodbye?" I shook my head and told her, "I won't kiss you for two reasons, firstly because I'm hoping this isn't goodbye and the second reason is that I'm afraid that if I kiss you I won't be able to make myself go. Postscript. The divorce was hideously expensive and it made me wonder if I could have managed without but decided that I had done the right thing. It was actually vital because without that legal break, I'm not sure that my mind would have allowed a clean new start. It is now three months since I left the house, (and only three months to go to Valentine's Day) and my solicitor informs me that the divorce will be finalised in the middle of January. During that time I've had sex with three different women but have to admit that two of these were rather expensive high class escorts, both almost on a par with my wife in face and figure. I think it was cash very well spent because both gave exceptional value for money and did wonders for my morale. The first was a month after the split. I had to do something because I'd spent that month moping about in a tiny flat, completely lacking in motivation. The second, a blonde called Claire, kept me company on my anniversary; I might not have got through the night if left alone. I also managed to pick up two females in nightclubs. One wouldn't fuck when I got her back to the flat but think that she might if I'd been a bit more pushy. The other was completely different, a veritable firecracker. I met her at a club on the Saturday night, and back at my flat we got little sleep that night. In the morning she did go home but she was back in the afternoon and we carried on where we'd left off. Everything seemed fine but as we sat down to eat she suddenly said, "I can't do this," going on to explain, "I've got a steady boy friend and I do love him." After she left, it struck me that I had innocently played the role of other man. Two weeks ago, I caught a brief glimpse of Erika. I was at a club and during a slow number on the packed dance floor, I saw her with her arms round the neck of a tall black male. I felt as I had been stabbed and quickly left the premises. I will certainly be at our rendezvous next year and can only hope that she will too. Erika- A Great Way to Fly Erika worked for one of Asia's airlines that pride themselves on the beauty of their flight attendants (ie "stewardesses"). Out of 5,000 applicants every year only 100 were chosen. And they were chosen for language skills (sort of) and for tits and ass quality (very mainly). Erika made the grade in about 2000 and flew the Tokyo, Osaka and Los Angeles runs for five years. The prep work for a stewardess is extensive and it's not always a lot of fun. When an airline builds entire marketing campaigns around its girls, there's no room for the girls to fuck up. So lots of gym work, low carb diets, plenty of skin moisturisers, proper hair length and styling and a demure but slinky attitude with passengers were required. Which is a giant pain in the ass. But when you're "a great way to fly" and the money's good, you toe the company line. And when when you're a guy who's fucking "a great way to fly", you learn to put up with some things because the payoff can be pretty fucking good. Erika used to have to wake up at 4am for 11am flights so she could get showered and made up and get her hair into the proper French twist style. I loved watching her go through all that, sitting naked in front of the mirror, making herself into the girl that we've all seen in the magazine and TV ads. Sometimes we would fuck before she made herself up and I would think about all the men on her flight thinking about the pussy I'd just cum in. American, British, Korean, Chinese, Singaporean, and Japanese men would all look at her figure, dreaming about the cunt I'd just fucked. Only she wouldn't give it up for just any random passenger, especially inflight, because that would get her fired. So she gave it up to me at home instead. In her uniform. One day a couple of years ago she came back from one of her shorter runs one afternoon before I got home from work. When I walked in to our living room, I found her freshly showered but in her uniform, the bottom up around her knees and her hand lazily playing with one of her breasts through the top of her uniform. "Welcome home, sir. I'll be your flight attendant this evening. Would you care for a glass of wine? I've already tried some myself. It's very good." "Yes, please," I replied, sensing what was going to come. She slowly unbuttoned the top of her uniform to expose her braless tits. Taking the glass of red wine that was beside her, she squeezed a nipple and part of her right breast into the glass, covering her tit in wine. She held it up for me and said "Please, sir. Be my guest." I walked over to her and licked the wine off her hard pink nipple while she softly moaned and squeezed her other breast. Her hips were slowly gyrating and lifting off the couch. After I cleaned the wine off her breast she lay back, holding her hard round tits together, looking straight at me. "We have a choice of meals tonight, sir. Pussy or ass. Which would you prefer?" This was going to turn into something pretty hot but I wanted to draw it out a bit because this was the first time Erika and I had played this game and I wanted it to be a fucking blast. "Can I try a bit of each before I decide?" I asked her. "Sure, that's fine," she replied, hiking her uniform bottoms up to her waist to show me her smooth, shaved pussy and little brownish pink asshole. She slowly slid a finger into her pussy and offered it to me to suck on. "Mmm...I like the pussy, miss. But now let's try the ass." So with a little more effort, she slid a finger into her bum and her eyes closed gently while she pushed it in and then drew it out, completely clean, for me to taste. "Mmm...That's excellent. Thank you. I think I'll have both if that's alright." "Of course it is sir. Please just let me take a moment to prepare them for for you.". And with that, she ran both of her hands down her sides, converging on her two little sexy holes. She spread her pussy open for me, pulling the hood of her clit back so I could see the hard little button sticking out. She pushed her hips up and forward to show me all of her hot little slit and then slid two fingers into herself and began fucking her pussy, her wetness covering her lips and inner thighs. I sat across from her, my pants off now, very slowly stroking my cock. I really wanted to save my cum for her rather than shoot it all over myself. She continued fingerfucking that beautiful pussy I had shaved a couple of days before while tugging on her nipples and moaning. When I first met her, Erika was shy and reserved but over time, after I convinced her what a beautiful woman she was, she got a lot more adventurous. I would imagine that being a great way to fly also incredibly increased her self-confidence, knowing that every man on every flight and in every airport was growing a hard-on thinking about her. She held her fingers out to me to taste again and I licked the sweetness off them. No fishy smell, no cheesy taste, just pure feminine wetness. I moved in to get more of a taste and licked the length of her slit, pushing my tongue and nose into her and covering my chin with her juices. "How's the pussy, sir? Enjoying it?" she moaned. "Yes, Erika. Very much, thank you." There I was, my tongue pressed into a great way to fly while she pulled on her nipples and moaned, still mostly dressed in her form-fitting uniform although most of it was hiked up around her waist so I could eat her out. I pulled her lips apart to get more of my face into her pussy and she slid a finger in beside my tongue. I pulled my face back and put a finger in her as well, the two of us finger fucking her tight little Japanese cunt. Watching her face as she squeezed her right tit was amazing, her head thrown back and her shiny black hair still wrapped in the regulation French Twist style. The only thing better would have been to be in First Class with her legs wrapped around me head while I tongue-fucked her. I ate her pussy for a while longer, rubbing her juices into my face, licking her pee hole and pulling the hood of her clit back to expose her little pink button. Then I asked for some ass. "Erika, the pussy was great. Thank you. But I would like to try the ass now if you don't mind." "Of course, sir. Please go ahead." And she raised her legs up so her hips came farther off the couch, giving me a clear view of her little Japanese asshole. She reached both hands down and spread her cheeks for me so I could get a really good look at it. As some readers may know, I'd fucked her ass a few times and ever since the first time, we had both really developed a taste (literally and figuratively) for it. Whenever she felt like sharing her ass with me, she would plan her meals so she was always clean inside. And between her using the dildo and me using my fingers and cock, she was getting very comfortable having me inside her bum. I pressed my tongue into her, making it hard and sliding it into her beautiful anus. Although I'd done this many times before, I'd never done it while she was wearing her uniform and I thought of all of the guys on all of the flights who would have killed to be in this position. The warmth of her anus around my tongue was incredible and hearing her moan made the pre-cum drip from my cock. "Miss, you ass tastes as good as your pussy. I really can't decide which one I like more." "Then why don't you take them both, sir?" Erika moaned back to me. This was getting fucking incredible. She was playing her stewardess role in her stewardess uniform on the couch in my fucking livingroom. Only her top was open and her tits were spilling out and her skirt was up around her waist and her pussy lips and asshole were spread open. She was truly a great way to fly. Or maybe I should say "A great way to fuck." "Okay, miss. In that case, I'll start with the pussy first." And I eased my cock into her as we both groaned and sighed. The head of my cock split her lips open and she slowly pushed her hips towards me. My cock's about eight inches long and about four inches around and her pussy is small so it takes a bit of time for her to get me in her. I always like to have her pull me into her so she can go at her own speed. But once I'm in, we fuck hard and the head of my cock pulls her pussy skin out so I can see the slick wet ring of her cunt around me. I held her legs up in the air and since she was lying farther down on the couch, she could lick her own nipples (Erika has big, firm tits. That's kind of how she got the job, I think). Fucking her pussy while she licked her tits made me want to cum right away but I pulled out and told her to play with her pussy for me. She spread her lips open and poured a little red wine over her clit, not that her pussy needed anymore lubricant. She rubbed her clit in a circular motion while looking into my eyes and said "Is this what you like sir? Do you like seeing me cum?" "Yes, Eri. I love watching you cum. It makes me so hard to hear you moan and scream. I love watching your fingers on you pussy, honey. But now I want your ass." "Yes sir, here it is. Help yourself." She got on all fours on the couch with her ass in the air and her uniform still on. Although her pussy was quite wet and she took some juice from there to her ass, we still needed some more lube so I got some KY from the bedroom and spread it over the head of my cock and in and around her anus. The head of my cock is much thicker than the shaft so that's always a problem when I fuck Erika in the ass but with the right amount of lube and with Eri's ass getting more and more stretched with every anal experience, I was able to pop my head in to her bum. "Oh sir, please take my ass! Fuck my ass! Please! Fuck my ass!" she moaned over and over again. Erika had really become something of an anal slut and I wasn't going to dissuade her. With my cock in her ass, her pussy lips opened and closed as I fucked her. Her nipples were as hard as stones and her clit, as small as it was, stood out from under its hood. She completely changed when I fucked her anally. She became just such a luscious Japanese slut, moaning and groaning and slamming her ass back on my cock while she looked back at me, urging me to fuck her. The fact that she was still wearing her stewardess uniform made the whole thing even hotter. I wanted to shoot my cum all over that uniform so that the next time she flew there would be little cum stains on her mixed in with the floral prints. "Oh, sir. Please fuck me harder! Please. I'm so horny. Please fuck my ass and cum in me!" "Er.....ika......I'm going to cum in you honey. But not yet. This is so good darling, I need to hold it." But let's be realistic...I was ass fucking a Great Way to Fly in her uniform on my couch after work on a Wednesday or whatever it was. My cock was like steel and her ass was like a glove filled with warm cream and there wasn't much chance I could last much longer. I was going to blow my load, no matter how much I wanted to hold it I pushed my cock into her ass a few more times and then pulled it out. She turned around, opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. With her stewardess uniform on, but the top open and the bottom pulled up, she was the picture of XXX sex. She looked up at me, asking for my cum, and I pulled on my cock, wanting to give it to her. I looked down and saw her madly fingering her clit and that made me shoot my cum all over her beautiful face, getting as much of it into her mouth as she could take. Her face was smeared with my cum, her nipples were standing out hard and her pussy was dripping. We went into the bedroom to recover and held each other closely. Before we drifted off to sleep, I made sure to tell her how much I loved her and how much she was "a great way to fly."