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Sauce for the Goose

By: werebare



Well, after that period things settled down for a bit. The next thing worth putting down in this chronicle of naughtiness happened when Trish and I had been living together for nearly a year - it was late autumn as I recall. One evening, she came home from her office positively glowing and purring with self-satisfaction. I asked her what had got her so high, and she explained that she'd been invited out to dinner by a rather dishy bloke at work. She was very pleased by the compliment as all the girls fancied him, and he was a nice (single) bloke. He'd evidently been quite put out when she'd said, "Thanks for the invite, but I don't think my fiancé would approve!" 

You see, she didn't wear a ring (we hadn't become formally engaged - in fact we'd never really even thought about it) so he simply hadn't realised that she was unavailable.

I gave this situation a moment's thought. Funny, but I realised I wouldn't be jealous if she did have dinner with someone else. If I didn't object to other blokes groping her, why object to them feeding her? As long as it was only a casual thing, I knew it wouldn't cause a problem; we were so completely into each other that it would have taken a chain saw to separate us. 

"Well, d'you want to take him up on it?" I asked. "I don't think I mind, as long as it's just a one-off."

Her jaw dropped. When she recovered from her surprise, she went all thoughtful. 

"Well, I really wasn't asking permission, you know - but if you're sure you wouldn't be upset, he's pretty dishy - I mean, do you really trust me that much?"

"Yes. No question." I said that, looked her in the eye steadily, and I really meant it. I was entirely serious.

"Well... OK... If you really do mean it, I think I would rather like to take him up on the invite. He is a nice bloke. But are you really sure you don't mind?"

Mind? I looked at my motives, and realised that the idea of my wife having dinner (and what else, I wondered?) with another man downright turned me on. "No, I don't mind, not as long as I know it's no threat to us," I said. "I mean, I love you, right?"

She smiled the way women always do when they hear those words. She'd heard them from me before many times, but the glow still came on whenever I said them. "Oh, and I love you, too, Dave!" She gave me a long, deep-tongued kiss to prove it. The discussion stopped for a bit while we enjoyed a bit of tongue-twining.

"Right then", I went on when I'd got my breath back, "we both know that, so I don't see that anything either of us does, as long as the other one knows about it, can, well... threaten our relationship. I mean, so long as we aren't trying to, you know, deceive each other. 

"Oh, Gawd, that does sound stuffy, doesn't it? But you know what I'm getting at. I mean, is he a decent sort of bloke? No, that's a bloody silly question - he must be, or you wouldn't fancy him." 

I realised that I was gabbling a bit - the situation was really exciting me!

"Yeah", she said, "Norman's really nice. If I wasn't already involved with you, I'd certainly take him up on the offer. But, Dave, are you really sure? I mean, you do know that nothing will ever take me away from you, don't you?"

"Yeah, of course I do - I suppose that's why I don't mind. In fact, knowing you and what you've told me about how you used to carry on before you met me, I'd guess that if I wasn't here and he wined and dined you well, you'd probably have been quite willing to shag him afterwards, wouldn't you?"

"Er... well, it wouldn't be the first time I screwed a bloke on the first date, if he fed me well and I fancied him enough. But just a minute, Dave, I'm not suggesting that - I mean, Norman has only invited me for a meal, after all!"

"No, I know you're not suggesting it", I said, "but I am! If he's invited you out, you can bet he's at least fantasised that things might go further. He'd either be queer, or really seriously weird if he hadn't! Go on, you go out for dinner with him if you want to. And if you like the dinner and you like him, I hereby formally declare that you have my full permission to shag his arse off afterwards. Just make it clear to him that it's a one-off.... And promise me you'll tell me all the gory details afterwards, come to think of it! 

"Shit, Trish - let's be honest. The idea of you having it off with another bloke, with my knowledge, really turns me on. Go on, go ahead. Do it. Unless he screws up the evening, fuck him stupid."

"Oh, Dave! You really do trust me, don't you?" she said, with a tear in her eye. 

I nodded - what else could I do? I meant it!

"Well, alright", she said, "yeah, maybe I'll do just that. I mean, if it feels right, of course. I guess the idea turns me on too, as long as you're sure you really don't mind. 

"OK, now I'll get all formal too. I hereby promise faithfully that I'll be back with you later the same night, and I'll certainly tell you all the gory details if you want - well, if there are any, of course!"

'If there are any', indeed, I thought - I knew Trish quite well enough by now to work out from her words that she fancied this bloke something rotten, and I was bloody certain she'd end up in bed (or somewhere) with him now I'd given official permission!

Well, the next day she dropped the hint to Norman that she might be available if the offer was still good. Of course, he didn't realise that I knew about the whole thing and had agreed - she let him think for the time being that he was getting a bit of forbidden fruit. So they made a date, and the next Friday night they went out for dinner. She told him that I thought she was working late with him. They had a very nice meal (as she told me later), and she made it subtly obvious that she wasn't necessarily intending to go straight back home to me, if Norman had other ideas.

And of course he had, just like any man would. And anyway he wasn't daft enough to turn down a tasty lady who was giving him the come-on, so they went back to his place - he'd arranged things for a night when his wife was away, of course, just in case. I gather they both enjoyed themselves thoroughly in doing what comes naturally, and Norman drove her back to our house later. But when Trish invited him to come in for a coffee with her - and me - he was just a tad nervous, understandably. She persisted, pointing out now that I'd known she was with him even if I did (supposedly) think they were working together, and I'd be surprised if she didn't invite him in for a coffee, at least, after he'd given her a lift home.

I really did appreciate Trish's having invited him in - my only real reservation about agreeing to her going out with him had been a wonder about whether I'd like the man. In fact, Norman and I found that we got on very well. The three of us chatted together inconsequentially for a few minutes over a cup of coffee, and I got enough from Trish's body language to be sure that they'd done what I expected. 

So I dropped the bombshell.

"Well, Norman, what d'you think of Trish, then? Quite an energetic lady, isn't she?"

"Er, yes. She works very hard." He looked a bit puzzled, and slightly worried. "Er - very hard. It was very good of you to let her stay late to help me finish the job".

I caught Trish's eye and grinned at him. "Oh, come on, Norman. I know exactly what job you finished - and judging by the smile on her face, you made a bloody good job of it, too! She's quite a lively little tart, isn't she?"

Norman looked suitably gob-smacked.

"Er... what are you suggesting, Dave?"

"Norman, I know you've been out to dinner, not working late. And judging by the satisfied look on Trish's face, I imagine you got into her knickers afterwards and gave her a good seeing-to."

He looked downright scared. Well, I am a biggish bloke; I guess he was a bit worried about my reaction. I let him sweat for a moment, then took him off the hook.

"It's OK, mate - we talked this over before she agreed to go out with you, and I don't mind. Really - she had my full permission to fuck the arse off you this evening if she wanted to, and from the look on your face she did just that!"

"Er... Dave, d'you really mean that?"

"Yeah. Look, don't get me wrong - she's not going to make a regular habit of it, there's nothing amiss with our relationship - but you're a nice enough bloke, Trish fancied a bit with you, and I don't mind that she did.

"Now, Trish, give him a goodnight kiss and let the poor man go home - I think he's a bit boggled!"

Trish happily and enthusiastically complied, pulling Norman down into a good, long deep kiss and giving his bum a quick squeeze as she did so, then she shushed him out of the door to go back to his own place. 

As soon as he was gone, I started to tear Trish's clothes off and practically dragged her bodily up to bed! She was as good as her word, and gave me a blow-by-blow description of who'd done what and with which and to whom, which turned me on even more - and gave me a couple of ideas, as she made it clear in her telling which bits she'd particularly enjoyed. We had a cracking good night, and she was walking positively bow-legged when she left for work the next morning!

Still, we agreed that we wouldn't do anything else like this for a while, until enough time had passed for us both to be sure that neither of us had any second thoughts. So for a few weeks we kept ourselves to ourselves, as you might say. But we didn't try to forget what had happened with her and Norman - we used chat about her "adventure" as a way to spice things up between us from time to time. 

Then, when we still hadn't found any reason to have second thoughts about her little fling, Trish saw one of the tastier secretaries from my office giving me the eye at a party. And I suppose I was returning the favour to some degree - I must have, if Trish noticed.

"D'you fancy her, then, Dave? It is your turn, you know, if you want!" she said.

I must admit that I did rather go for this Angela, although she was perhaps a bit on the heavy-boobed side for my taste. But there's more to a woman than her tits! 

Trish stuck to the subject. "What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander and all that - why don't you ask her for a date? I've been watching her eyes on you for these past twenty minutes or so, and if she hasn't got the hots for you I'm no judge of another woman's feelings. And I don't think you're entirely immune to her charms, either!"

We went through almost an exact replay in reverse of the conversation that we'd had a couple of months ago when I'd agreed to let her go out with Norman, as I reassured her that it would only be a casual thing, and she insisted she didn't mind. So, a couple of days later, I took Angela out for a meal; and when one thing led to another I took her back home to our place - Trish had agreed to hide in the spare room when we came in, so Angela wouldn't realise she was there. Angela was an amenable and pleasant bed partner, if not a spectacularly inspired one, and we both enjoyed ourselves very well, thank-you. Not earth-shaking, but good fun nevertheless. 

But you should have seen the look on her face when I took her downstairs afterwards, to drive her home. Trish was sitting there in the lounge as we came down, having a coffee and watching an old silent French film on the telly. Angela had thought she was away for the night, and she nearly wet herself when she realised that the cat might be out of the bag!

Trish took less time to come to the point than I had with Norman. 

"Did you two enjoy yourselves?" she asked, with a friendly smile. "He's not a bad shag, is he, luv?"

Angela was, to say the least, a bit taken aback. "You mean... you've been here? All the time? You knew that I was, er, upstairs with him? And you let him?" she exclaimed. 

Trish smiled and nodded.

"Oh, my Gawd - I'd have chopped his pecker off!" Angela exclaimed.

"Oh, no, dear, we have this agreement", Trish replied. "You might say I don't mind Dave going out for lunch as long as he comes home for dinner - and he feels the same, don't you, Dave?" 

I smiled and nodded. Nice phrase for it, in fact, I thought.

"The funny thing is", she went on, "we'd neither of us ever be unfaithful to the other - we just don't see that a quick lusty screw is anything more than it would be if one of us was to have a lunchtime drink with someone else."

Angela looked a bit puzzled. "Ooh-err! I don't think I can handle that - and if you don't mind me saying so, Dave, I don't think I want to try, either! Er, well, thanks very much for the evening - and, er, well, everything, Dave, I guess - but I don't think we'll do it again. This is just - well, er, too far out for me. Er, look, would you get me a taxi, please?" Funny, isn't it - she'd been quite willing to go to bed with me when she thought I was cheating on my bird, but she couldn't handle the idea that Trish knew and didn't mind! Well, I rang for the taxi and packed her off home, then sat down with Trish to have a good snog - and other things - on the sofa, while I told her what Angela and I had got up to.

So that set the scene for us for a while - we started making quite a habit, maybe once every month or two, of one or other of us getting "a bit on the side"; but always with the knowledge and permission of the other.

Interestingly enough, as time and a couple of other blokes (and girls) went by, we found that other men didn't generally seem to be able to give Trish a climax, although she thoroughly enjoyed trying and was always willing to give it a go, as you might say. 

In fact, it wasn't until she happened to mention this that I found out what I told you a chapter or two back, that I'd been the first person apart from herself who had made her come. I can't say this upset me too much! 

On the other hand, I had no trouble at all coming with other women, as you might expect. Still, Trish genuinely and honestly didn't seem to mind that. I think her own inability to come with other men gave her a sort of feeling of security - in a way it was a guarantee that she wasn't really cheating me, if nobody but me could finish her off properly. And of course, being a normal man, I certainly wasn't averse to bedding another woman - but it really did make all the difference that my own lady knew and didn't mind. 

So over time and a few more "close encounters", we worked out a set of rules:

Rule One was that normally, neither of us would get involved with someone else unless the other one had first had a chance to meet and approve of them. I think that's the basic principle that made the whole thing work - and still does, for that matter. If you know and like someone who goes to bed with your partner, and you know it doesn't affect the way you both feel, then there's simply no threat to your relationship. You can prove that the plural of "spouse" is "spice" with no hang-ups. Sorry for the philosophy, but that's really how we feel!

Rule Two was that, in what you might call "extenuating circumstances", (like a business conference or some such, where the other one of us wasn't easily available to give approval), then an unintroduced bod was OK for a quick one-night fling. But no repeat was on until they'd met the other partner and been "approved", and we tried to at least make a quick phone call first to let the other one know we'd found a partner. 

Obviously, that meant that neither of us would be likely to try it on in the first place with someone that the other one mightn't like - but then we wouldn't anyway. In fact, we soon found that our taste in people was similar enough that we didn't tend to fancy someone the other one might think "unsuitable".

In due course, Norman became what you might call a "regular occasional" date for Trish. I'd guess she probably had it off with him three or four times a year for the next two or three years, until house moves and job changes caused us to lose touch with each other. 

I gathered from hints that she picked up in casual chat that his wife was a bit unimaginative, both in bed and in other ways. He'd been vaguely thinking of having an affair, or conceivably even leaving her, anyway - so Trish and I may even have helped his marriage a bit, for all I know.

Once or twice I even joined in with Trish and Norman. Three in a bed is great fun, even when it's two blokes and one bird, as long as you're not the type that curls up in a ball in horror at the very thought of accidentally touching another bloke while you're both attending to the pleasures of the same woman. In my wallet, I still have a much-treasured close-up Polaroid of my lady's pussy being filled by a thick and willing prick - and it was me taking the picture!

And on another occasion, when Trish was really wild, wet and willing, Norman and I managed to get both our pricks into her pussy at once. She'd sat down on Norman's tool, facing him, and when she leant forward to kiss him I could see there was an opportunity to join him, so to speak, by taking her from behind; and she was wet enough for it to work. Rather a weird feeling at first, but Trish certainly seemed to enjoy it. So did Norman and I, for that matter!

Norman never told his wife about us, and that was Rule Three - Trish and I choose to have absolute openness with each other about our extra-marital relationships, but as we'd realised with Angela, our rules didn't suit everyone. Other people we might get involved with have their own conventions with their own regular partners, and we don't feel it's up to us to interfere or comment. 

But I never tried it on with Angela again - Rule Four, we decided, was that other people who joined in with us had to be willing to accept us on our own terms, even if they didn't want to run their own lives the same way.

And talking of the quick telephone call to confirm things - once while Trish was away, she rang me at our pre-arranged time (breathing rather heavily) to say that she'd met this really gorgeous bloke that she fancied. But she wasn't calling to ask permission - she hadn't been able to wait, and he was banging her right there and then as she spoke to me! The feller evidently got well turned on by knowing she was giving her hubby a blow-by-blow description of what she was doing, and I must admit the whole thing turned me on so much that I ended up wanking myself off as I listened to her running commentary.

- o -

Amongst all this, we still kept in touch (in more ways than one) with George and Claire, and occasionally met them at parties - but as far as I know, they didn't "swing", once we'd settled down as two couples, except occasionally with me and Trish. I remember one really brilliant evening, starting with a slightly drunken Trish doing a surprisingly accomplished striptease for the other three of us in our lounge, that ended with all four of us in a four-way orgy. That was really fun, and the first time I ever saw two women doing the lesbian bit. I hadn't realised just what good friends Trish and Claire were! Time went by, and eventually Trish decided to make an honest man of me, so to speak. (Well, actually, it was me who proposed - but there was never much chance of her refusing!) 

We decided to have quite a formal wedding, although neither of us wanted a church ceremony. Well, it would have felt a bit hypocritical to put Trish in virginal white when she'd probably shagged near on fifty percent of the male guests at one time or another, as well as one or two of the birds; and I was hardly any more innocent! 

Still, we did want a big bash of a reception. We intended to make sure it went with a bang, literally; George was my best man, Claire was chief bridesmaid and both girls had agreed in advance that they'd wear nothing under their wedding dresses, neither during the ceremony nor at the subsequent reception party. 


Sauce for the Goose



At 6:07 on a Monday, Elaine watched her marriage come to an end.

She was heading home later than usual, taking a different route to avoid the pileup on the bypass. The light in front of her turned red and she coasted to a stop. She was sitting there, waiting, idly looking across the road, when she saw her husband, Sam, walk out of the hotel with the younger woman. She watched as he leaned down, gave the woman a kiss on the cheek, and then headed toward the parking lot while the woman headed back in.

"Not again," she moaned.

Both Elaine and Sam had been married before, both back in their twenties. Sam's first wife had left him...no big drama, he had said, just that they married way too young and she met someone else. Elaine's first marriage, however, had ended in disaster. 

After ten years of...she had thought...happy marriage, she had come home from a trip early to find him in bed with his secretary. How damn cliché, she had thought. Recriminations flew back and forth and, inevitably, with no children to consider, they had slid toward divorce. Even years later, it had galled her how easily he had moved on. She spent agonizing years, lonely and single, wondering what she had done wrong, while he married the silicone-enhanced tramp, had kids...enjoyed his life.

Then she had met Sam and life perked back up. They dated casually, then steadily, and finally he had proposed. Four years ago they had gotten married and had been happy...or so she thought, she reminded herself bitterly. There had been the occasional fight; he thought she spent too much money sometimes. Was that what this was about?

No, everyone fought about things like that and they weren't in bad financial shape.

There had been a bad moment two years ago when, worried about her biological clock winding down, she had consulted a specialist and found out that she couldn't have children. Sam had wanted kids. Was that what this was about?

No, Sam had taken it well...had comforted her through months of crying over it. Said they could adopt if it mattered that much.

Their sex life was not bad, she thought. Yeah, maybe they only did it once a week nowadays. Was that what this was about?

She wasn't sure. She rarely said no to him...but maybe he didn't want to have to ask all the time. 

No, she thought, thinking back to the image of the woman she had just seen, it was about a pair of nice tits, an ass that wasn't showing a bit of middle-age spread, and an idiot brain that looked up at a man with adoration.

"Maybe it wasn't what it looked like," She thought, grasping at straws. But, she didn't believe that, not really. He'd said he'd be late, not answering his cell phone because he'd be meeting with someone...not lying outright, but letting her think he was at the office. 

The light had gone green in front of her, unseen, and it was only the impatient honking of the drivers behind her that brought her back to the present. Her eyes started swimming with tears and she drove up half a block and turned onto a side street, pulled over, cried.

When it was finally over, she turned down the visor and looking at herself, trying to fix her makeup. Her cell phone rang. Sam. 

"Hey, hon," he said. "Where are you?"

"Oh, I'm on my way home."

"Is everything Ok?" he asked.

"Yes, why?"

"Oh, you sound a bit funny."

"No, no, I'm fine." She didn't want to deal with this; she kept her conversation simple. "Are you home?"

"In ten minutes. Want me to pick up Chinese?"

"Umm, yeah, sure. See you when you get home." She hung up quickly, got home before he did and into the bathroom to repair her face.

...

"How was your day?" she asked.

"Bad day at the office. Too much to do," he replied, his mouth full.

"Anything else happen?"

"No. What kind of thing?" he asked, a puzzled look on his face. A guilty one? Maybe not...she wanted to think not...but, who was she kidding?

"Oh, nothing. Just chattering."

...

She checked his cell phone when he was in the shower. Seventeen calls to and from a number she didn't know over the last three days.

She picked up the house phone. *67 to block caller id. 

"Hello," said a young voice...a female young voice.

Hang up. Fucking damn it to hell!

...

"I think Sam's cheating," she told her friend, Marjorie at lunch on Wednesday.

"What?!?"

Elaine told her about what she had seen on Monday, about the phone calls.

"Oh my God, El...that's horrible! Have you confronted him?"

"No. He'll just deny it. That's what Jim did back then. Show me proof, they say."

"Maybe it was just a one-time thing," Marjorie offered. "You know, a one-night stand and he'll feel guilty about it and stop."

"Seventeen phone calls? Over three days? I don't think it's a one-time thing. Besides, with assholes like that, a pair of tits miraculously erases guilt."

Marjorie shook her head in commiseration. "So, what are you going to do?"

The cell phone rang at that moment. Sam.

"Hi, hon, I'll be late again tonight. Not too late, maybe an hour or so. Don't wait dinner for me."

She didn't know what to say, so just said, "Ok."

"What did he say, El?"

"Not to hold dinner, he's working late."

They stared at each other.

"He's meeting her again," said Elaine in despair.

"Yes, probably," Marjorie replied.

"I have to see."

...

They sat in Marjorie's car across from the hotel, watching. She saw his car pull into the lot, watched him get out, walk in. 

"Do I go in and find them?"

"I doubt you can. He's not registered and you don't know her name."

"Fuck!" She started to cry. "I'm such a baby about this!"

"No, you're not...wait! Here they come."

Elaine lifted her phone and snapped a picture as Sam and the girl walked out the door, watched as he slid his arm around her before helping her into his car, watched as he drove away.

...

It came to a head on Saturday.

She heard his phone ring, saw him glance at the display and then walk out onto the patio.

She wasn't proud. She walked quietly over to the sliding doors, put her ear next to the screen, careful to stay out of sight. It was hard to hear.

"Ok. Tomorrow? No, her parents are coming over. I thought you were staying with your folks? Oh, I see. Well, I can't. How about Monday? Good!"

"No, I haven't told her. We'll talk about it later."

The implications of those words stabbed through her.

"Love you." He hung up. 

It was those last words that did it. The anguish of the last couple of days twisted up inside her and changed. It became rage, fury that some he'd treat her like this. 

"Love that whore, did he?" she thought. 

"Think he'd tell her, did he?" she continued savagely. "I don't think so!" 

She'd get good and ready and then she'd tell him...and then she'd make him understand what it was like to be treated like crap! And, when he was the one crying, she'd take everything the law would let her and walk away with her head up in the air.

She walked out onto the patio, ignoring his slightly guilty start, "Dinner, soon. Come on in."

After dinner was over and the dishes were done, Sam flipped on the TV to the basketball game. Elaine walked out into the back yard herself, opened her phone, and made a call.

...

She was cheerful all Sunday...perhaps a bit acid-tongued with him.

"Probably thinks I'm having my period, stupid asshole. Too dumb to imagine I might have other reasons." 

"Everything all right with you two, sweetie?" her mother asked.

"Sure, mom, we're just arguing a little."

"Ok, I'm sure you'll talk it through."

...

Before bed that night, "Do you still love me, Sam?"

"Of course I love you, honey."

"Good." She hoped it was a little true; that would help.

...

When Sam arrived home on Monday, one week after Elaine had first seen him, his world started to crash down just like hers had.

She had called him that afternoon, "What time will you be home for dinner?"

"I should be home at 6:30, as usual. Why?" he asked.

"I'm making something special and it won't hold. Can you make sure you're not late?"

"No problem. I have meeting until 5:30ish. Half an hour to get home; I'll be there between 6:00 and 6:30. What are we having?"

"It's a surprise," she said. "See you later."

He laughed. "All right, all right. Love you, hon."

"Yeah, see you," she replied and hung up.

The meeting got cancelled, and Sam decided he might as well head out. Tonight was not the night to be late; what he had to say might not be pretty and he didn't want Elaine already in a bad mood when he started.

He walked in through the kitchen door, dropping his keys on the counter. "Hey, hon? You here?" No answer. The first thing he saw was her laptop sitting on the kitchen table, a "Press Play" Post-It stuck on the screen. He hit a key to bring the screen back to life and saw Media Player maximized on the screen. He pressed Play.

"Hi, Sam. Or should I say: Hi, you cheating bastard!" Elaine's face on the screen was twisted with anger.

He saw her hold up her phone so that the camera built into the computer could see it. 

"Recognize her? I know it's not a good picture; it's hard to take one with your phone from a car. But I think you probably do. In case you're not certain, here's a clue: she's the skanky piece of trash you've been screwing behind my back."

"Did you think I was stupid? You know, perhaps I have been. Perhaps this has been going on for a long time and I was simply too blind to see it? Or perhaps this has just started but there have been others over the years? Doesn't matter. Eventually, assholes get caught...and you are clearly an asshole."

Sam stood there staring, dumbfounded.

"Perhaps you're wondering why I'm not sitting there telling you this in person? Perhaps you wonder why your clothes are not scattered all over the front yard and the locks changed? Ah, that would have given it away."

"Now you're asking, 'Given what away?' I think. Am I right?"

"Well, Sam, it's like this. I always liked the expression 'What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander.' Somewhere right about now, somewhere between 6:00 and 6:30, you're sitting down in the kitchen of the home you wrecked...and where's your wife?"

"Well, Sam, she's somewhere else right now and...as the clock ticks over to 6:00...she's sharing this moment with you...sharing it by starting to give some guy a blowjob. Not just a blowjob, of course, that's just the warm up...a little foreplay to get everyone in the mood...but, still, a good start."

"After all, there's no hurry. He may lose that delicious hard-on as he comes in her mouth, but it will excite her tremendously, being really bad like this. And he'll have plenty of time to recover while she gets her turn...enjoying his tongue licking her pussy."

"Then, of course, they'll move onward to the real point of the evening. Think about it, Sam, try to get a really good mental picture: your wife gazing up as he slides his cock in and out of her slowly, bringing her to the first of what she hopes will be many, many orgasms that night. Because, by the time she's done, she plans to be one thoroughly and completely well-fucked woman! I'm afraid Tom is going to be one very tired boy by the end of the night."

"Do remember Tom? Maybe not, I think I've mentioned him a few times, but he works in another department, so maybe not. He's not bad looking, certainly. And tall: he's about six feet four...do you think he's proportionally built? You know, down there? Oh, I really hope so!"

"He's quite nice. Funny, too. I could have seen myself maybe going on a date with him if I hadn't been so totally married...so much the faithful little wife. He likes me, too. He's divorced and, when I said that my marriage was also over and let him know that I was interested in a little romp, he was just fine with that."

"How does it feel right now?" she asked malevolently.

He felt like he had been stomach punched.

She stared out of the screen, a cold, hard smile on her face. "What a situation, huh? There you are, but where am I? My phone is turned on...you can call me...go ahead! I mean, I think it would make me feel good to hear the desperate ringing. I can't really answer it, of course, because I was always taught not to talk with my mouth full." She gave a harsh little laugh at her own joke. "But maybe you'll try a lot of times and I can think about you while you're thinking about me? Or will you just leave me some delicious messages begging me not to do this?"

"Isn't sharing fun? You shared yourself with a little whore and now I'm sharing with Tom...oh...and you, I suppose...though you only get to see it in your mind."

"Oooooh, wait, I have a thought." She leaned close to the camera. "Maybe I'll share enough to let Tom fuck me in the ass later. You never got to do that but, since this is going to be a really naughty night of sex, maybe I'll let Tom try it. Then I could be all wicked just like Little Miss Tits probably is. What do you think?"

"Let me describe some of the other things we'll do tonight. I wouldn't want you to have trouble..."

Sam fumbled with the mouse, stopping the video as she went on, not wanting to hear another word. 

How could this have happened? He had absolutely no plan for this moment. 

He sat for a long moment, his head pounding, his life in fragments around him. Trying to figure out where to go from here. What was she doing?

More importantly, how could he stop it? 

Call her? No, she said she wouldn't answer.

Drive around? It wasn't a big city, but there were plenty of hotels downtown and on the bypass, and it was already almost 5:30.

Her phone!

He brought up a browser on the computer and clicked on the link to the Apple MobileMe site. Cursing how much his fingers were fumbling, he logged into the site, clicked on "Account" and then the menu item "Find My iPhone". Waiting...Waiting...come on you fucking piece of shit! 

The blue circle popped up on the map. Around Eighth and Jefferson...the Jefferson Suites!

Grabbing his keys from the counter he dashed out, his shout of "God, please let traffic be light!" causing eyes to look his way. He didn't care.

Twenty tension-filled minutes later he pulled into the parking lot of the Jefferson Suites. He circled halfway around before he spotted her Honda sitting alone in the back of the building. His eyes roamed over the windows and sliding glass doors of the rooms in front of him. Which one?

Only two of them had the shades drawn. If she was in there with some guy, the shades would definitely be drawn. He ran to the first and pounded on the glass door. Nothing. Pounded again. Still nothing.

He ran down several rooms to the other one and pounded on it. Again nothing. Pounded again. He heard movement and the drapes were pulled aside. He had never seen the guy before, but his head was almost to the top of the glass and Sam knew he had the right room.

"Let me in!" he demanded.

"Um, I don't you know what your deal is, bud, but I think you have the wrong room." The guy's voice was muffled by the glass.

"I don't have the wrong room. Open the fucking door!"

"Maybe we should just let the police handle this," the guy said, starting to turn back into the room.

"Why? You not man enough?" Sam's tone was deliberately disdainful.

The guy turned back and stared at him a moment, obviously unimpressed by Sam's five ten frame. He reached out and flipped the lock and slid the door open. "You were saying something?"

"Oh, you might be able to beat the crap out me, Tom," Sam said, not backing down an inch, "but, I'm not going to go easily and the question you have to ask is: are you willing to tangle with someone trying to rip your fucking nuts off just so you can get a piece of ass off his wife?"

Tom's face showed shock--both that this guy knew his name and wasn't some random lunatic--and at the sincerity he could hear in that threat.

Then the voice Sam dreaded, but knew would be there, said, "Let him in, Tom."

She was sitting on the bed, her blouse completely unbuttoned, showing the lacy bra, her hair mussed and lipstick a little smeared.

"Starting early?" he asked acidly. "It's still a few minutes before 6:00."

"Just warming up a little," she replied, spite lacing every word. "But, trust me, the main event is coming soon."

They glared at each other. Tom broke the silence, "Umm, I think you two need to be alone. I'll be in the front room."

"Don't go far, sugar; he'll be leaving soon," Elaine said to him.

"Yeah, whatever." The door closed.

"You can't do this, Elaine." Sam said. She could feel the anger radiating off him.

"You can't stop me. We're consenting adults. Oh, you could start a fight maybe, but Tom's a lot bigger than you are and I think the management would have the police here pretty quickly when I started screaming. You want to spend the night in jail while I spend the night here? I was going to come home later, but I can certainly go for an encore in the morning." Her anger matched his, word for word.

"I'm serious, don't do this."

"Sorry, you don't get a vote. You know, I think you should leave now, Sam. Have fun imagining what's happening here. I know I had an absolute blast thinking about what you were doing this week." Venom dripped from every word. 

She could see that the words struck home, could see the pain in his eyes as his mind, no matter how much he resisted it, conjured up an image he didn't want to face. She felt a small twinge of sympathy at the sight of him realizing his life was in the toilet, but it was a small part, just a habit. A larger part of her felt the vindictive glee that comes from being able to hurt someone back who has hurt you completely.

He looked at her, deflating, the anger draining out of him, leaving only despair on his face. "Don't do this, Elaine. Please! I want to tell..."

She cut him off. "Oh, I think so, Sam. Everyone needs a little comfort in their hour of distress and mine's in the other room. I'm sure you'll find some of your own," she said with saccharine tones. "Where's whats-her-name?"

"Susan," he said automatically. 

"Ok, where's Susie-Q?"

"She's out in the car," he admitted, defeat written across his entire body.

"In the car! You fucking bastard!" Any trace of doubt she felt was swept away as a new tide of fury rolled through her. "You were with her this afternoon?"

"Just a bit," he said, "but not like you think."

"A little quickie before coming home to the unsuspecting wife, huh? A little nooner with your hot eighteen year old slut then drop her off at her parents' house before getting a home cooked meal?"

Sam spoke slowly, sadly, "She's nineteen, not eighteen..."

Elaine burst out, "I don't give a rat's ass how old she is, you asshole!"

"...she's not a slut..."

"Oh, please!" each word full of contempt.

"...and I wasn't dropping her off. I was bringing my daughter home to meet you."

You could hear a pin drop.

"What?"

Sam looked at her. "My daughter. I was bringing her home to meet you."

"You don't have a daughter," she protested.

"That's what I thought. But evidently Marianne was pregnant when we split up. She gave the baby up after it was born and never told me. Susan didn't find out until she was eighteen who her birth parents were. She decided a month ago to find me and meet."

Elaine sat there, her jaw literally hanging open.

"She called me last weekend, while you were at your parents, and we met. We've been getting together this week to talk."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

He was silent for a moment. "A couple reasons, I guess. The first was that Susan wasn't ready to meet you. She said it was partly that she wanted to get to know me one-on-one without other people around, and partly that she felt conflicted that I didn't love her real mother anymore, like she was a mistake, and wanted to deal with that slowly."




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"But, I wouldn't have forced myself on her..."

Sam held up his hand. "The second reason, Elaine, was simply that I was nervous. You and I can't have kids--we had some tough times over that, remember? Seeing me suddenly show up with a daughter...well, I wasn't sure how you'd react. So, I was a bit chicken. I wasn't going to push Susan to meet you. But, we decided to do it today. That's why she's in the car."

Tom stuck his head in the room. "Elaine, I think I need to go. I thought you weren't really married anymore, but clearly that's not quite true."

Elaine glanced back and forth between the two men. "Ok, Tom. I think that's best. Sorry."

Tom glanced over at Sam, getting a cold glare in return. "I'm sorry; I thought things were different," he offered.

"Fuck you!"

Tom held a level gaze for a second, then nodded once, abruptly, and turned and walked back out. They heard the door to the suite close.

Elaine was silent for a while. "Your daughter...," she said quietly, "...I thought."

"I know what you thought."

"I was devastated."

"I know. I'm really sorry you felt that." He sat down on the edge of the bed. She grabbed his hands.

"Oh, Sam! Thank God you got here when you did. I know I kissed him, but it didn't go any farther than that, I promise. If you hadn't gotten home early... Or if I hadn't had this plan to wait until you saw my note and started calling... Sam, I swear nothing happened before you got here. You were in time." She reached up and took his hands and pulled him down to sit on the bed.

"I don't know how you found me; I was shocked when I saw you at the window. Oh God, it would have been a disaster. I would have fucked up our entire marriage. Oh Sam, I'm so sorry! Let me get myself together here and I can go meet her and we can go home."

He looked at her.

"I think you misunderstand, Elaine. I rushed here to try to put a stop to this because I still care for you. Regardless of what happens, I knew you'd never forgive yourself if you slept with that asshole and then found out the truth," he said, sliding his hands out of hers.

"But, we're not together anymore."

Her eyes widened in shock and she reached out toward him. He stood up and looked down at her.

"What are you talking about?" she asked, incomprehension all over her face.

"I'm leaving you, Elaine. I can't...actually, it's I won't...accept what you did."

"But, Sam, you have to understand, I knew you had..."

"No, Elaine, you didn't know! Short of walking in on us with my dick buried inside of her, you don't know. Not for certain. You assumed. And, based upon that assumption, you decided a whole lot of things."

"You decided I was a cheating bastard...those were your exact words, I believe."

"You decided you wanted out."

"You decided to fuck someone else while you were still married."

"Most of all, you decided to torture me mentally while you were fucking him."

Tears were spilling out of Elaine's eyes at this point. "Sam, no, I...I was hurt..."

He continued on, ignoring her protests.

"Those were the positive things you decided--there were also negative decisions."

"You also decided NOT to talk to me, even if only to hurl an accusation in my 'cheating bastard' face."

"You decided NOT to see if there was some other possible explanation for what was happening."

"Most of all, you decided did NOT to treat me with an iota of respect when you left me."

"That's not a partnership. That's not a marriage. That's certainly not love."

"Please, Sam, I made a mistake. It won't happen again. I've learned my lesson."

"It's not a 'lesson', Elaine. It's a statement of who you are. Even more important, it's a statement of who we are as a couple. There wasn't an ounce of 'us' in what you planned for me to be experiencing right this very second. That's not the kind of relationship I want. It's not the kind of relationship I deserve."

"Oh God, Sam, I'm so sorry! But, I saw you kiss her outside a motel. Anyone would have thought..."

"Yes, perhaps they would. If I saw you coming out of a motel with some guy kissing you, I'd probably jump to the exact same conclusion. In fact, I'm sure I would have. I don't fault you for that at all. Your suspicions were entirely reasonable and justified."

"But, then..."

He carried on, ignoring her interruption. "The difference is that I'd have sat you down and demanded that you explain exactly what you had been doing. I sure I'd have been angry. Furious! I might even have said a few things I would regret later and would have had to apologize for forever."

"But I'd have been talking. I'd have given you the chance to give me the alternate explanation...hoping you'd have one. I'd have trusted you enough to hope there was a chance of saving our marriage, that...even if it was the worst that had happened, that it was what I imagined...you would recognize it as a mistake and want to try to fix things. Maybe we wouldn't be able to fix it, but at least we'd have explored it."

"I wouldn't have gone out and screwed someone else to get back at you."

"Sam, I didn't screw him! Really, we just kissed a bit. Don't leave me for kissing a guy. I do want us to work! It will never happen again."

He looked at her, somewhat in disbelief. "First of all, you may have only kissed him, but the main event was going to happen, I think you said?" She cried out. "But, you don't get it. I'm not leaving you because you kissed him...or even, really, because you were going to fuck him...though, I admit, that would probably have done it, also..."

"No, the real reason is because you didn't value us enough to even talk to me...let's not even talk about trust me. You didn't want to know if I was sorry I did it, you didn't want to know if I still loved you, you didn't want to hang onto the marriage. You just wanted to hurt me."

"If you can't trust me...if you can't even try to communicate when you think that trust has disappeared...then I can't trust you."

"Sam, you can trust me!" she wailed.

"No, I can't. Now I know that, when you're certain you're right in your own mind, when you decide that there's no need to ask anyone else for their thoughts, you aren't going to be treating me as an equal. You're going to be making unilateral decisions and those can include inflicting unimaginable pain on someone you claim to love."

"Think about what images would have been going through my head right now if I hadn't found you. And you wanted me to be seeing those images. You wanted be home going crazy while you described every single thing you and Tom were going do."

With each word, she shrank down farther in the bed.

"Well, fine. You made your unilateral decision, now I'm making mine."

"I've loved you dearly. I still do because it's not something you can turn off like a switch. Even hating what you tried to do to me...what you did do to me...the love is there. I can't simply stop loving you..."

"...but, I intend to work on it."

"Oh my God, Sam," she pleaded, "please don't do this!"

But he had stopped listening. He looked down, slid his wedding ring off his finger and dropped it on the bed. Then, he turned and walked out the door.

She looked frantically around the room, trying to find her shoes so she could run after him. Her eyes fell on the clock.

At 6:07 on a Monday, Elaine watched her marriage come to an end.



Sauce for the Goose



Hi Guys

Well, I've dipped my toes as you might say, with Joan's story, "Horny Holiday Fun", I have left in, below the source of the stories, as I introduce Ethel's Tale, well, her first tale as I am sure she will have more adventures to tell us about.

My name is Julie; a long time reader of Literotica, one of a small group of similar ladies, all of us friends for quite a number of years. We are not youngsters, at present the youngest of us is in her fifties. The group is not a closed arena, some will arrive, and some alas will depart. Some of us were married, some not, some divorced, and some widowed our common factor now is that we are alone. We could, if there were just thirteen of us, be called "The Coven Club."

We share similar interests, we are all horny in various ways, and when we are not reading and discussing the content of your site we chat about our own experiences and tales from the past, and to be honest, our current activities.

A recent discussion encompassed the idea of recording our stories, and possibly putting them on the web. Our lives, language and styles are a lot different to the stories and things we see on Literotica, but we do think they may entertain your readers. I was elected to write up the stories, memories of our group. I will write as far as possible in the words used by the contributor, but I do think I may have to resort to a thesaurus from time to time. Well, the girls can be a bit crude.

Let me first tell a little about Ethel. 

Ethel is a divorcee. Today she is in her mid seventies. Still has a nicely rounded figure, nothing spectacular, very, I suppose one would say mumsy. Greying, but still with a hint of the mousey brown she used to be. Because she was always a bit quiet at our get togethers we were all a little surprised when after several glasses of wine one evening she announced to us all that she had enjoyed an extra marital affair. Here is the story she told of how it started.

My marriage was more than a bit rocky. I had known for a while that my husband, Eddy, had been playing around He looked on me more as a convenience when he couldn't get his rations elsewhere. It wasn't that I didn't make the effort, I did, I always made myself available if he wanted, but having been brushed off when I had needs I didn't start things anymore. 

It was a few years back now, and Eddy didn't find out about my affair until a long time after our divorce and then he had the nerve to ask why!!!

I worked in a bakers shop on a main road, in the Bristol area, life at work was not always comfortable, the road outside was being redeveloped, so the place was like a construction site. I used to travel the mile or so to work on a moped I had taken on when one of my sons moved on to a car. I certainly found it chilly round my lower whiskers during the winter months, with the draft up my skirt. 

I think it was a Monday evening when Eddy came in late and snuggled up. I could smell perfume on him that I knew was not mine. I had been alone watching television on my own, and had quietly fumed and gone through a bottle of wine, I had expected Eddy for dinner and that had gone in the bin. Eddy had been "down the pub" so say, but strange there was no smell of beer. I pushed him away.

"Piss off you bastard" I got up and walked out of the room. He followed.

"What's that about? Can't I snuggle up to my wife for a bit of comfort now?" 

"No you bloody can't. If you couldn't get it from your usual girlfriend you are not getting it from me."

"You know you want to."

"No, you only want me when she says no. So you can go without."

I went into the bedroom and jammed a chair under the door handle.

"I can't open the door"

"Use the spare room. You're not sleeping in my bed tonight, come to think, get used to it, we'll have separate rooms at least for a while." 

"Bitch."

That was the last I heard that night, but I was mad. I didn't sleep much; by the morning I had decided that what was good for him was good for me. I was still in a foul mood as I went to my work. Several days a week I started work at ten in morning and worked until five. The afternoons I generally worked alone. Up until about two o'clock there were half a dozen of us to attend the customers. There was one driver on the construction crew who came in about lunchtime for packed lunches for the office staff, who also came in the afternoon, for a quick chat if he was passing by. 

I won't say my workmates fancied him, but there were ribald comments made each time after he left the shop. Today was no different.

"Nice arse!"

"I could do him a favour."

"Never mind that, he could do me a favour"

"Wow Mrs. Get in Line."

Those comments had never got to me before but today, the mood I was in, I thought

"Hang on there, yes, he could do me a favour, yes, I'll go for that and see if I can get his interest."

Ben was a bit of a flirt with all the girls, mind you, they were all younger than me, although he was quite cheeky when he looked in during the afternoons. I decided that tomorrow, when I only started at noon, I would see what I could do. I was pleased to see Ben that afternoon, and I am sure he could not have known of my ideas when we chatted. Yes, he was definitely flirting with me.

I smiled and asked "Are you flirting with me?"

"Do you want me to?"

"Now there's a question to ask a lady, every lady likes being flirted with."

"Who am I to deny a lady a little pleasure? "Particularly one with such lovely hair."

"Compliments like that will get you anywhere!"

"Now who is flirting?" he turned to leave, it was just a few moments.

"Are you going to be in tomorrow afternoon?"

"Could be." 

The door slammed behind him leaving me to plot my moves. Well you know how it is; you have to stack the deck in your own favour. Most of my work in the afternoon is behind the scenes, so plenty of time to work things out as I did the preparation for tomorrow's business. I noticed for the first time that when I went to the fridge, and stood for a few moments that my nipples came up. Noted!

What could I do to enhance my chances? I experimented with the top of my overall, leaving first one then two buttons open, the two button was better, showed off my thirty eights to greater advantage. Now which bra shall I wear? Shower and shampoo in the morning, take it from there. I have to be honest, the girl's comments, and my new interest, and the bit of flirting, I was warming to the idea of bedding this guy, but I had to get him first, and the more I thought, the more I planned, the hornier and wetter I got. I usually had to put the "Back in Five Minutes" sign up at some stage during the afternoon while I nipped off to the toilet and also brewed a cup of tea. Today I had a more pressing need of that short break. A couple of vigorous fingers in the hairy pie was essential. 

I was really high going into work on the Wednesday. The girls commented on my mood, and suggested that my Eddy had given me a seeing to, they could be so crude, if only they knew what I was up to... They didn't so I let them think Eddy was the reason. I had really worked on what I wanted. I know I wasn't going on a date, but I put on my sexiest knickers and bra, and I can tell you, on that moped it was drafty! I thought it would put me in the mood to try to win this guy and I was certainly horny.

I thought the morning shift would never go home, but eventually they did. I prepared myself for what I hoped would be a chance to date Ben. I saw the vehicle pass the shop; I was so excited that I was nearly wetting myself. 

I wanted to make 'an entrance' so I waited in the back of the shop. Then the shop bell tinkled.

"I won't be a minute." 

I undid the two top buttons, then opened the fridge and shoved my tits in as expected up came my nipples. I was so wet down below I might just as well have peed myself!

"Sorry to keep you."

I stepped into the shop. My disappointment must have been obvious, no Ben, just one of his mates.

"No Ben?" I enquired

"He's in the bank; I expect he will be in shortly. Two buns please."

My hands shook as I served him and watched as he left the shop. I was still determined make my "Entrance" so I went back to the rear of the shop. I opened the fridge and topped up my tits, pulled my cleavage as low as I could, then when the bell tinkled I stepped out into the shop.

"Oh it's you, hello."

"Well hello gorgeous! My mate said you looked fit to fuck! And he wasn't wrong."

I blushed deep red. "Oh my God, he didn't did he?

"Certainly did"

"You wouldn't want an old boiler like me."

"You don't look much like an old boiler to me. If you weren't married I would ..."

"Does the married bit matter then?"

"Not to me, but I thought perhaps to you?"

"So long as my "old man" doesn't find out I don't mind."

"That would be up to you. Would you like to come out one evening? We could have a chat, see what happens?"

"Are you serious." This was more or less what I was angling for.

"Question is, are you? When can you make it?"

"Tomorrow evening, He's on late shift, and so long as I am back by eleven I should be OK."

We arranged that he would pick me up several streets away from my house, about 7pm. As I approached the rendezvous the butterflies in my stomach fluttering like mad I could see Ben's van parked up. I had to steel myself not to turn and run back.

As I got in Ben said " You turned up then, I didn't think you would."

"I could say the same. I half expected that you were teasing me."

"What? Me? Of course not." We drove off.

"Where are we going?"

"Clevedon, I thought we could have a chat and maybe a coffee."

The journey was mostly quiet until Ben broke the silence.

"That was some look you had about you the other afternoon."

"Do you think so?"

"Was that just for me or do you always dress like that, because I haven't noticed it before."

"A bit of both, It was what I usually wear but I wanted you to notice."

"Yes, nice tits."

I blushed, I couldn't see it but I certainly felt it.

We found a café open, well, nearly closing where they made us most unwelcome as we sat drinking our coffee and chatting. A little later we sat in the van looking out across the channel at the sunset. We had discussed our various domestic situations, him not being attached but having some commitments, and me married, older boys, and not wanting to go for divorce until I had decided on where I wanted to be. Ben also introduced to the conversation that he would not particularly want a permanent relationship with a divorcee as it could cause a family upset. That suited me.

Then things changed drastically, and I wasn't sure that I was comfortable.

"I want this to be cold and calculated, no decisions to be taken in the heat of the moment and regretted. So is that Ok?"

Ben wasn't looking at me as he spoke but I was sure this was going to be uncomfortable. His hand was just above my knee.

"Ok"

"You don't want to rock the boat with your marriage. So you must be sure of what you want." He turned toward me.

His hand went inside my coat, he squeezed my right breast. I was staring out at the sea. I knew what I wanted, but I wasn't sure I could make it as cold as this. As he fondled my breast, his thumb was rubbing across my nipple. He continued...

"I am here because I want to screw you, I fancy you something rotten. If you don't want the same thing, then fair enough, I'll just drive you home and that will be it. But I think you do want the same thing."

He removed his hand from my coat and started making little circles with his finger on my knee.

"I want you, I have told you that. Before anything happens between us I want you to say the same thing. I am not looking for a one night stand, I want a relationship..."

I still stared out over the sea. God I wanted it but I wasn't able to say the words. This was not what I was expecting at all. He was being so cold. Ben continued.

"Here's a way to tell me that we both want the same thing."

A couple were walking hand in hand along the waterline below the promenade where we were parked.

"I want you to take off your knickers and give them to me."

"Oh my God!" did I hear that right?

It felt like hours that I continued to stare out to the evening sky. All the time his finger circled on my knee. I moved just a fraction he moved his hand. I hiked up my dress slipped my hands into my knickers and took them off. Sitting back in the seat I leaned forward and put them into my hand bag.

"That wasn't the deal, come on, hand them to me."

I handed him the knickers, he shook them out and looked at them, then neatly folded them and put them in his pocket.

"Phew...you had me worried for a minute. I thought you were going to bale out of the deal. Now we have a cold decision. Let's enjoy our time together."

I was very relieved. Suddenly it was like a weight being taken off me. Ben sneaked a hand into my dress, then into my bra, his cold hand on my naked breast and I really want it to be there. I responded stroking the front of his trousers and feeling his erect dick within. Suddenly I wanted to do more so I found his zip and let myself in. He meanwhile started stroking my knee, and gradually worked his hand up to my pussy.

"Aghh...Aghh... Aghh!"I gritted my teeth and threw my head back as his finger touched my pussy I just could not contain myself and came vigorously. I almost pulled his dick off. Luckily he did not come.

"I think we had better find somewhere a bit more secluded." Ben thrust the van into gear and accelerated away. My dress was rucked right up exposing my pussy, and his dick was still in my hand. Between gear changes he fingered my slit. Ben reversed the van into a deserted farm gateway and invited me to the back of the van behind the door of which was a thick sleeping bag. His hand slipped up under my dress to fondle my naked pussy under the guise of helping me in. As I crawled forward he threw up my dress and kissed my exposed cheeks. I sat on the bag, Ben standing outside the open rear van doors. His erection was still sticking out from his dark trousers.

"Raise your knees." 

I did as he asked, knowing that he was looking straight at my Naked wet secret.

"Come closer"

I slithered myself toward him just longing to feel his length within me. As I came within reach he started to fondle my breasts. Then he unbuttoned the top of my dress, then reaching around me he first pulled me closer until my heels were on the vehicle bumper, and my bum on the edge of the floor. Then he released the clasp of my bra freeing my tits to the night air. My nipples were hard as hazel nuts as he bent to flick his tongue across them. His fingers parted my pussy lips and I came like waves crashing on a beach. I grabbed for his dick and pulled it towards my hungry hole.

"Are you sure?"

I nodded and slumped backwards into the van. With a single thrust he slid straight in to me and again I climaxed, his rhythmic pumping had the climaxes rippling through me. I can only say I had never experience such feelings in all my life. He continued thrusting into me for what seemed like hours before he asked.

"My juice, in or out?"

"What?"

"My spunk, do you want it up you or on your belly?"

"In, fucking in in in."

Several more deep thrusts were succeeded by his eruption within me. He pulled me into a sitting position, hugging me to him and lashing me with kisses which I of course returned with equal vigour. Our tongues probing each others mouth.

My climaxes ebbed away as he slackened and started to slip from my pussy.

" Ok for you?"

I was only able to nod my response, my breath had been taken away by the intensity of my feelings and I started to weep. 

"Are you alright?" he looked into my face with deep concern.

"Yes" I sobbed. "I am fine it was just so intense, I didn't realise sex could be that good."

He buttoned my dress and helped me from the van. We drove back to the area I lived in quietly and at a discrete distance he stopped to let me out. 

"What about my knickers? Can I have them back now?"

"What for?" he laughed "You are not going to put them back on and I might need them."

"Will we be doing this again?" Ben asked.

"Hmmm...yes..., probably." I wasn't going to refuse him...ever.

"Do you know where I live?" I asked.

"Sure do."

"Give me a few minutes, then follow me down. When you see the house, you will see a white card in the upstairs window, when you see that, I am home and alone and not expecting my husband. If you are passing call in."

I shut the van door, and set off down the road. My upper thighs cool in the night air, and getting wetter by the minute as Ben's juice started to run from me with no knickers to inhibit it.

The concerns I had during the conversations earlier had fled, yes, this was going to be just what the doctor ordered. Eddy had had his last shag off me. I could have a better sex life without his involvement. Ben was a great guy and I knew I would be alright with him. 

This of course was only the beginning and we had numerous times together which I can tell you about another time. 

X Ethel



Sauce for the Goose



Susan was sitting on her backyard patio sipping wine with her friend Alison. They had been close friends for years and there were very few subjects, intimate or otherwise, that they could not discuss.

Alison said, "Are you alright Susan? You have looked down these past few weeks and not your normal self."

Susan said, "Oh, I am okay but I have not been sleeping all that well lately. I am a little worried about Tim and I. He seems quite distant lately and I am not sure why."

Alison appeared to be a little uncomfortable but said, "I am sure it is your imagination. How is he acting? Has he been miserable towards you?"

Susan, "No, he has been pleasant enough, but he shows very little affection or tenderness towards me. He is just not acting normally, and seems quite a different man in some way. I am starting to wonder if he is having an affair."

Alison had a strained look as she said, "Oh Susan."

Susan looked closely at her, "Alison, what is it? If you know something tell me, I don't want to be the last one to find out."

Alison took a deep breath. "Well, I am not sure what it means but I was visiting my sister last week. We were chatting on her front porch when a car pulled into the driveway across the street. Tim got out and entered the house. My sister noticed my reaction and told me that this particular man visited the lady of the house every Wednesday. I asked her about the woman and she told me that her name was Lynn, she lived alone and she was divorced."

Susan said, "My God, what do you mean you are not sure what it means? You know damn well what it means. Tim is an engineer, not a salesman, there can only be one reason why he visits there."

Tim pulled into the driveway of the little bungalow. He always felt uncomfortable before entering the house. How can one be nonchalant about entering a house for the sole purpose of fucking a woman? But all that uncertainty melted away as he received a warm embrace from Lynn. 

As always, she looked and smelled divine. He ran his hands from her waist to her breasts, feeling the full naked body beneath the light robe. He followed her, mesmerized by the movement of her ass and breasts jiggling as she led him towards her bedroom.  

They had missed very few Wednesday encounters over the past year. There was affection between them but their primary focus was pure sex uncluttered by other emotions. Lynn had been divorced for several years and was not seeking anything permanent in a relationship. 

They came to a stop beside the bed and began their weekly ritual. Tim opened Lynn's robe and peered down her naked body at her full dangling breasts, big brown aureoles, trimmed V-shaped bush and naked legs.

Lynn undressed him as they kissed. She fondled his cock through his shorts and then pushed them down. Her robe dropped off of her shoulders and their bodies engaged. He loved that first feel of her bare tits and nipples against his chest. 

Lynn settled back on the bed and spread her legs, lifting her knees to expose her pussy, reaching out to him in invitation. He crawled in over top of her, pausing to nestle his nose and mouth in her pussy, rubbing and kissing it as she groaned in pleasure. 

He worked his mouth up her body licking and kissing her warm silky skin, sucking each nipple in turn, tugging at them with his lips and teasing and grazing with his teeth. Lynn was almost vibrating by the time his mouth found hers. He cupped her pussy in his hand, sliding two fingers down along each side of her slit, grinding her bush and mound with the heel of his hand. 

Lynn could sense his desperation and closed her eyes to enjoy the ride. She arched upwards as a finger slipped inside her pussy, grinding herself against the hand still clutching her mound. She spread wider, ready to take him, aching to feel his cock split her lips and sink into her.

She raised her hips as he moved between her legs and guided his cock to her waiting cunt. He sensed her impatience with his tease and was not surprised when she drove her hips up at him while her fingers dug into his butt.

"Ah fuck," he groaned as she writhed around his cock. Their frantic beginning eased as their bodies worked in unison.

"Ah god, I love your hot pussy. Can feel those big tits squashed against me. Squeeze my cock, squeeze my cock. You are the best fuck in the world." And so it went, his words tumbling out the closer they got to orgasm.

It was always the same once his cock was in her; it became a rush to get off. That was her choice, as Tim would have preferred to stretch the foreplay endlessly.

He rolled off of her and they lay quietly for a few minutes. He turned to his side and touched and caressed her while applying light kisses on her neck and face. "God, that was beautiful Lynn. My afternoons with you make my life worthwhile."

They showered and dried off. She followed him to the door and they kissed before he left. 

The feeling of uneasiness and guilt descended on him as soon as he left her. He told himself that this was the last time and he would call and tell her so. He also knew that within a few days he would be calling her again to confirm next Wednesday. It was the same drill every week.

Susan had watched her husband emerge from the home and noticed the robed woman in the shadows as the door closed behind him. She waited a few minutes and then crossed the street and knocked on the door. Susan always faced issues head on.

The same woman, who had let her husband out a few minutes prior, opened the door. She appeared to be about 45 years old and of pleasant appearance. 

Susan looked directly into the woman's eyes and said, "My name is Susan. I am the wife of the man you have been fucking every Wednesday. I would like you to stop it."

Lynn's eyes expressed the shock she felt within. She clutched the robe more tightly to her as if covering her offending body. Her other hand went to her mouth in dismay. "Oh, I am so sorry, I did not know."

Susan did not wait to find out what the woman did not know but turned and walked firmly back to her car.

Tim was barely in the office when his phone rang. 

It was Lynn, but she did not talk long, simply telling him that she had just experienced a very unfriendly meeting with his wife and that future meetings were cancelled.

Tim found it very difficult to go home after work. He considered waiting it out a bit, maybe take a hotel room for a day or so, but finally decided to face the situation head-on. There was no doubt in his mind that Susan would not run and would be there to greet him.

Accusations and counter accusations were tossed back and forth. Tim was full of apologies and disclaimers about why he had been fucking around. But as Susan continued to disparage and ridicule everything about him, he became defensive and then counter attacked. 

He suggested that their sex life had practically evaporated and that all he had received for the past several years were 'mercy fucks'. Susan countered that if that were the case then the "mercy fuck bucket' was now empty.

There was no indication from either of them that they were ready to split and the only immediate result was that Tim moved into a spare bedroom. They endured a miserable life for several months. Susan prepared his evening meals but did not eat with him. Their social life dried up completely. Conversation between them was restricted to household needs or family matters. 

One evening Tim mentioned that an old friend was back in town on business. Mark Bailey and his family had left town some time before Tim and Susan had married. Tim had met him several times over the years at business meetings and conventions. Mark had called and invited him and his wife out for dinner.

Susan tried mightily to control her emotions. Mark had been her first lover and a man she had believed that she could easily have married. Tim had known that she had dated several men before they had hooked up, but only vaguely recalled Mark as being one of them. 

Susan did not respond to the invitation for several minutes. Finally she said, "Yes, let's do that. If nothing else it might serve to relieve some of the unpleasantness in our lives."

Mark was completely unaware that Tim had married one of his early girl friends. He recognized her immediately and extended his hand in greeting. Susan slipped right into his arms and kissed him warmly.

"How nice to see you again Mark," she breathed.

Mark looked sharply at Tim who appeared surprised at her boldness. Susan was completely at ease and hooked her arm in Marks' as they entered the dining room. Conversation during the dinner was relaxed as they discussed old times and former friends. 

Susan's knee rubbed on Mark on several occasions during the evening. He had the feeling that she wanted to do more than just remember old times. It was a very pleasant evening all around. Even Tim enjoyed the night, happy to see Susan in such good spirits.

Later that night, Tim was reading in his bed. Susan entered wearing a negligee that he had not seen for months. She normally wore it when she was horny and ready for sex. She stood beside the bed, her eyes boring into his. The dark patches of her aureoles and bush were visible, her nipples poked through the material.

She said, "Do you want some or not."

Tim, who had been staring at her, jerked out of his semi coma and threw back the sheet.

She said, "Lay back and let me do it."

He was only too happy to accept and slid down on his back with his head on the pillow. She pulled his pajama bottoms down and his starving cock slowly straightened. She dropped the negligee to the floor and climbed over top of him, her knees planted each side of his hips. 

She braced herself with her hands each side of his head and lowered her tits to his face. He began to lick and suck her nipples while she nestled his cock between her legs. She pressed back until the shaft lay along her slit, the knob teasing her butt hole.

Tim felt the hot wet slit caressing the top of his stiff shaft. He attempted to work the knob into her cunt but she resisted, seemingly content to feel the shaft slide back and forth along her slit. She began to slide up his body, rubbing her wet pussy on his belly and chest. He slipped his hands between her legs and grabbed her ass and pulled his face under her gaping slit. 

Susan straightened up holding her tits, then settled down until his tongue and mouth found her cunt. He squeezed and spread her cheeks and licked and sucked her pussy until she could stand no more. She dragged her pussy down his body and reached down to guide his cock directly into her wet cunt. 

Susan pressed her tits down on him, her arms slid under his shoulders. Her ass bounced up and down as if it were she that had the cock. Tim got off first and Susan followed quickly. She trembled and screamed out a name before collapsing on him.

It took a few seconds before Tim realized that she had screamed Mark's name but Susan seemed unaware of what she had said.

Tim smiled up at her and said, "Wow, where did that come from baby. I have not seen you this hot for years. Not complaining, I loved it."

Susan did not respond and was content to enjoy the sensation of her pussy milking his cock.

Tim could not let it alone however. "It was meeting Mark that got you so hot wasn't it. I recalled that you had dated him for a while, but you have never said much about him before."

Susan pushed herself up and looked down at her husband. God it had felt good to enjoy this session. It was a relief to have found a way out of their last few angry months. She toyed with the idea of confessing about her old affair with Mark. Would it be cruel to tell him all? She hesitated despite wanting to hurt him the way he had hurt her. 

She had decided not to tell him until he said, "You cried out his name when you come just now."

She settled down beside him, propped on her elbow and looked directly into his eyes. 

"Mark and I met at a house party one weekend. I had seen him around town but really did not know anything about him. He had never hit on me. At the time, although I had some experience with men, I was still a virgin. I had not made a deliberate attempt to remain so and quite frankly and wanted to get laid. 

The party was smoking hot. Couples were dancing in this dark room, necking and rubbing on each other. Some would disappear into other rooms and you could almost smell sex. I had been to many house parties but I had never experienced anything as wild as this one. 

Mark moved right in on me and had my panties in his pocket in minutes. He removed them on the dance floor and people were so engrossed in themselves I do not recall anyone even looking over at us. He was so bold and sure of himself that I just let him do anything to me and enjoyed it all. I was ready for my first all out sex. He practically carried me out to the back porch and he fucked me up against the railing. It took a while to get his cock in me but that is all I remember."

Tim's cock was rock hard and his eyes were closed in concentration. He murmured, "Keep going babe and tell me all."

Susan was feeling triumphant as she related a story that she had never divulged to anyone. It was payback for the anger and grief that his infidelity had caused her. She decided that she would tell all in full detail in an attempt to gain some degree of retribution.

"He and his family moved out just a month or so following the party. But he fucked me every time we could possibly meet, and I never said no. I could come without even touching myself thinking about him in me. He wore a condom the first few times, but then we both agreed to go bare back and let matters fall where they may. I will never understand why I did not get pregnant during that month."

Tim intervened at this point by saying, "He may have been sterile; he told me that he has never fathered a child."

She continued, "We fucked every chance we were alone. Back seat of a car, behind a garage, back row in a movie theatre, on a beach at night, just anywhere.

One day his parents were away and he asked me to come over. We started making out on his bed. He shouted downstairs to his sister to go out on the porch to keep watch.

He stood me up and bent me over with my hands braced on the footboard of the bed. There was a full-length mirror to one side and he stood behind and began to fuck me.

We were watching ourselves in the mirror as his cock swooped in and out of me. It was crazy hot. He held me by the hips and just as I could feel him start to throb and cum, we heard the front door slam and footsteps coming up the stairs. 

He was coming as he pulled his cock out of me and some of it shot up my back and another belt landed on the mirror as he turned away."

Tim forced her to her back and mounted her, slamming his cock into her and fucking like mad. He did not stop until he unloaded. He collapsed on her, crushing her body under his own, and they lay there for minutes.

Tim rolled off of her and groaned, "Christ baby; that was hot. I can see why meeting Mark has turned you on so much. And I am glad we met him for dinner."

The next day Tim moved back into bed with her and their life resumed in a more normal fashion. They started exchanging stories about erotic encounters with others. Their sex life rebounded to a new intensity. 

A few days later Tim said, "I talked to Mark again today. Tomorrow is his last day here and he returns home the day after. Why not invite him over for dinner and maybe ask him to stay the night. I have an early morning appointment the day he leaves so you might want to drive him to the airport."

Susan stood immediately in front of him and said softly, "What exactly do you mean Tim? Are you sure about this? You know what could happen if I get alone with him." 

Tim said, "I don't know if I am sure, it would be your call, I am very confused about my own reactions at the thought of you and he together. But look at me for God's sake, I am hard just thinking about you with him."

Susan rubbed his cock through his pants, "Ah Tim, not sure that I could go through with it. No promises either way but let's play it out. You do like to excite me don't you."

He pulled her slacks and panties down, turned her to face the kitchen counter, and they fucked madly once more. The thought crossed both of their minds that he owed her one, but that thought remained unspoken. 

Mark had been sexually active in the years since he and Susan had enjoyed their affair, but the memory of those high testosterone meetings with her were number one in his memory bank. He had thought of little else since their dinner together.

He would have loved to spend some time alone with her to see if those wild fires could be rekindled. He was surprised when Tim called and invited him to spend his last night at their home. He accepted very quickly and in fact felt a little embarrassed at his haste.

Susan was dressed provocatively in a sheer blouse and flared skirt tight at the hips. Her smile permeated the room. Her pussy was tingling and wet and she could sense the erotic vibes emanating from both men. 

Tim excused himself just before they were to sit down for dinner. When he left the room Susan bent down over Mark and kissed him. Her tongue tip circled his lips. "Have you been thinking about the same things that I have? I have recalled every meeting we had."

Mark slipped his hand up between her legs to her pussy and said, "Oh yeah, my mind has been full of you ever since we met at dinner. You witch, you are not wearing panties."

He rubbed and pulled at her pussy lips, massaging and teasing them as she spread wider.

Susan whispered, "Ah great fingers, maybe we can relive some of those times later." He eased two fingers up her pussy.

Conversation at dinner was smooth and easy. Tim sensed the erotic tension between his wife and Mark; his own thoughts swinging from jealousy to arousal to ambivalence and finally acceptance of the lust they had for each other. 

His primary thought however was that he owed his wife for his own indiscretion. He was both aroused and dismayed that she obviously wanted to fuck this guy. This was a gamble of sorts for him, but he wanted a clean slate with Susan, and hoped that allowing her free choice might provide that.

It was getting late and Tim announced that because of his early morning departure, he was going to bed. 

"Mark, good seeing you again, please call the next time that you are in town. Susan can drive you to the airport in the morning. You two carry on talking about old times."

He kissed his wife and whispered, "I am going to take a sleeping pill so I can get a good night's sleep. I have a long drive tomorrow."

Susan's heart pounded as her blood coursed through her body. From the feeling in her squishy pussy and hard nipples she knew what was coming. She and Mark were standing as Tim climbed the stairs to his bedroom. They came together as soon as he was out of sight. 

Their kiss was long and tongue filled. It was as if they had zoomed back 25 years in time. Mark's hands slid up under the back of her skirt and caressed her ass cheeks. She pressed against his full hard-on, grinding it with her mound. 

She stepped back a bit, "Wait a little. I want to make sure that he is sleeping." She pulled Mark into the kitchen and they continued to kiss and fondle. 

She whispered, "Oh God, how I have wanted this. These past few weeks have been a torment for me, the memories of what we did and how much I wanted you. My cunt is aching for you. Let me check on Tim first. Wait for me in your room. We never did do it properly in a bed did we?"

She peeked in on Tim. He appeared to be sound asleep. She bent over and kissed his cheek, a surge of affection flooded her body. She undressed quietly and pulled on a light robe. She was trembling.




Sauce for the Goose



Mark lay in the bed naked. He was a big guy. His waist was much thicker and his chest not as well muscled as it had been in his youth, but his thighs and legs still looked powerful. He was fully confident in himself and his body. Susan stood beside the bed and dropped her robe to the floor. 

His cock looked monstrous at first glance. In reality it was not any longer than Tim's but quite a bit thicker. Faced with the inevitable; a calmness settled over them. The urgency they had felt minutes ago was replaced by the recognition that they were about to relive their youth.

Susan knelt beside the bed and leaned in to kiss him. Her tits rubbed his upper arm and chest while she grasped his raging hard cock and stroked it. She licked her finger and used it to trace around the big purple knob. She wondered how he had ever been able to get that thing in her pussy that first time years ago.

She put the finger in her mouth and then in Marks. "Have you ever tasted your own cock?" she smiled.

"No, but I am going to taste your pussy tonight. We never did go down on each other did we?"

Those words ignited the two of them and Susan quickly climbed on top and moved his cock between her legs. He spread her ass cheeks and worked his cock up her.

"Ah God," he exclaimed, "I remember that great pussy, it feels just as good now as when I fucked it before." He began to drive it up her relentlessly. Susan had lost all of her composure and just hung on by clamping her knees each side of his massive hips.

He rolled her to her back and lifted her legs up over his shoulders and moved up over top looking straight down at her face and tits, driving his cock straight down into her.

She could barely focus on him, looking up through her knees, her head and tits bouncing wildly, seeing and feeling his engorged cock slicing in and out of her. He did not stop until her clenched pussy began to vibrate and pulse. Her juices oozed up along side of his cock and brought him to a wild orgasm.

"Oh damn," said Susan, "I knew it would be wild. That was gorgeous and it was worth waiting for. You fucked me just as you used to do, all out and nonstop. I loved it."

He rolled off of her and smiled, "Sorry, I had the feeling we would be more conventional now, but there was just no way to restrain myself. Maybe with that out of the way, we can relax and play a little."

Susan rolled back on top of him. "Let's shower and then suck and fuck."

Tim awakened early next morning. He was both pleased and surprised to find Susan sleeping beside him. It was too dark to see her clearly. Her body was splayed with one leg and a tit exposed out of the bed sheet.

He arose and showered, made some coffee and toast and carried it into his office. He checked the Internet for sports and news, checked his emails and then returned to his room.

Susan was no longer in bed or in their en suite bathroom. She probably thought he had left home already. Tim finished dressing and went back downstairs to leave. There were soft moans coming from Mark's room. 

Tim paused. He knew that his wife was back fucking Mark. He was uncertain whether to peek in or not, but almost had to look.

The door to the bedroom was almost fully opened as he peered into the room. A bedside lamp provided enough light for him to make out their bodies. Marks big white ass and hips were grinding away driving his slippery cock in and out of his wife's cunt. Susan's eyes were closed and her face buried in Marks neck.

The only sound, other than that of the slippery sound of a cock sliding in and out of a pussy, was the disconnected utterings from his wife. "Ah my God fuck it, harder, harder. Mark, take me, use me, make me come, need to feel your cum in me, hold it, let me squeeze your cock, I'm coming, I'm coming." 

Tim pulled back just as Susan began to come. He slipped out of the house and into his car. They would probably hear him start the car and realize that they had not been alone. 

Tim hoped that this would be a one-time affair. He also anticipated a sex filled future for he and Susan. It would most likely take many nights for him to get the full details from her. Damn, he was hard again.



Sauce for the Goose



One thing that Trish and I had promised each other was that we intended to keep our relationship just as open after our marriage as it had been before. With this in mind, we dropped a firm hint or two to Claire and George. And so, while Trish was still in her bridal gown, even before our official "first night" together, she had it off with the best man in one of the bedrooms, while I happily shagged the chief bridesmaid next doors!

And our first official legally married lovemaking, a couple of hours later, was all the more fun for both of us making a mock confession to each other that we'd already been "unfaithful" to each other on our wedding day!