45 comments/ 20387 views/ 9 favorites All the Colours of Love By: beesol How far will a man go to make his wife happy? I As Amy snuggled up in bed with me she looked particularly animated. "So did you have a nice time tonight?" I asked. "Oh, yes. Lovely." I should explain that Amy and I are in our late forties and have been married for just over twenty years. We live on the outskirts of London in the UK. We're both in our late forties. I still look pretty good, if I may so, but I show my age. Amy, on the other hand looks stunning. She could easily pass for a woman ten years younger yet she still has the exceptional sexy appeal of the older woman. She also works out regularly and the resulting trimness and strength adds to her attraction. I often see guys eyeing her when we are out and about. At five foot ten with blonde hair framing a beautiful, intelligent face, and a lightly tanned creamy skin and clear complexion she must be every man's desire. And she knows it. I really do not know why she married me and I still cannot believe that she is my wife. Or how lucky I am to have her with me every day. She is always randy. We make love once or twice a week or even more and I always meet her expectations. We have no children: Amy has always been fiercely ambitious and determined. She knew exactly what she wanted: an outstandingly successful company owned and managed by her. Children were not even mentioned before or after our wedding. We live pretty comfortably: while I'm a software engineer in a large corporation, true to her ambitions, Amy runs her own PR company with some fifty employees. We both work in London's West End. Amy suggested at one time that I come and work for her - she said she liked the idea of bossing me around. I did try but couldn't really hack it and eventually we both decided that it would be better if I worked elsewhere. I had a feeling she thought I didn't quite come up to the mark. She didn't say anything but I'm sure it was there. Anyway, her PR company has gone from strength to strength since she founded it some twenty years ago (just after we married), and she has some pretty high powered celebrities on her books. She can be a tough boss. She has no difficulty firing someone if they don't meet her requirements. (After all, in a way, she fired me.) The success of her company is all important. I never heard this from Amy but at an office party once someone told me how she made some poor guy, who had messed up an important contract, apologise by going down on his knees and kissing her shoes in the middle of a meeting. He had to continue for fifteen minutes while the meeting continued. In the PR world jobs in her company were highly valued! Running her own company she is often invited to some high powered functions. Sometimes I go, sometimes I don't. It depends on the function and what I'm doing. All this might sound like we lead independent lives but we don't. I adore her and she adores me. I've always thought so and I think I still do. Tonight, a warm summer night in June, she had just returned from a marketing function and, although, I had been keen to come with her she thought that this time the presence of spouses was not going to be suitable. So, regretfully, earlier in the evening, I had watched my glamorous wife disappearing off in a taxi to the Kensington Hilton. She returned just before twelve but did not want to talk about the evening until we were in bed. As she answered my question she stared at me with her large green eyes. "It was really fun. I even did some dancing - I haven't danced for ages." "It's a shame I wasn't there. I love dancing with you. You move so well." "You don't like dancing!" "What do you mean? I love dancing." "Alright," she said. "I suppose you do. But you're really not very good, are you?" I grumbled. She was right, I thought. I do love dancing but I'm not graceful and I'm not that good at leading. "I suppose you're right," I admitted. "Oh, darling," she said. "Don't look so sad. We can go dancing if you really want to. But I did have a great time tonight. I was dancing with one guy and we really clicked. On a dancing level!" she laughed, when she realised what she said. "I think I had about eighty percent of my dances with him." Looking at her closely, I asked, "Did you dance any slow ones with him?" "Of course I did. But there was no hanky panky. He was very respectful. And," she added proudly, "he was about fifteen years younger than me!" "And very good looking, no doubt." "Well...I suppose some women might think so." "Did you think so?" I found I was feeling a little jealous. She nodded her head slowly. "I suppose I did." She lay next to me looking thoughtful. Then she turned back to me. "His name's John. He works at Mackenzie Walsh. You know, the large advertising agency?" "So you had time to chat to him?" She turned away from me again. "Well we weren't just dancing all the time. We were talking about work. That was the point of the function. But I did enjoy dancing with him." We were both quiet for a moment. Then she turned back. "Darling?" She hesitated before she continued. I had a feeling I knew what was coming. "Would you mind if I went out dancing with him?" There was a lump in my throat. I did not know what to say. "I'm a happily married woman and I love you. You don't have to worry. It's just dancing. I did have so much fun. He's already asked me for next Saturday." "But Saturday night is our special night. We always spend it together." "I know, I know. But he has to be away this week and I really want to go dancing as soon as possible. Would you mind?" She smiled at me teasingly and dropped her hand softly onto my cock. "Would you mind if I went out dancing with a young, handsome man?" As she stroked my cock it quickly got hard. "Hmm... It looks like you wouldn't mind at all." She laughed as she withdrew her hand and put both arms around my neck and kissed me hungrily. "Oh, thank you, darling. You won't regret it." "What do you mean?" My heart was banging away in my head. I could barely hear her. She seemed to be controlling everything. "Well, you'll have a very happy wife who's very indebted to you." She cocked her head on her side. "I was thinking about you while I was dancing. I was thinking about my lovely, patient husband waiting for me at home while I was out enjoying myself and it got me all wet. See?" She grabbed my hand and drew it down to her pussy. It was sopping. "Now why don't you get down there and do what you're really good at. Lick me for all your worth, darling." She put her hands on my shoulders and gently but firmly pushed me down. I mentally shrugged my shoulders. I loved licking Amy. I could always sort this dancing craze out later. Would she really go out with another guy? I was anxious and worried but also, strangely, excited as I dragged my body down hers and put my head between her legs. "Lovely, darling. You are the best," she said as she tightened her thighs around my head. II It was the following Saturday. Over the previous days I had avoided mentioning anything about the dancing, hoping that it would not come off. Perhaps John was just trying it on. Amy did not say anything either. On Saturday morning, however, I noticed a strange gleam in her eye. After lunch I was busy in the garden and then had some repairs to do on our gazebo. I thought I heard the phone ring at one time but I could not be sure. By 5.30 I was back in the house. As I went upstairs I saw Amy disappearing into the bedroom from the bathroom. When I entered the bedroom she was already sitting naked by her dressing table applying her makeup. "You're getting ready early," I said. "Oh, John just called up and suggested meeting for dinner first," Amy said coolly, continuing to apply her makeup. "I thought that was nice of him, wanting to make it into proper evening. So, I've been dashing around trying to get ready." "Oh," I said. My disappointment must have shown on my face. "Darling, come here." I moved over to my wife and she brought my head down to hers and kissed me warmly on the lips. "You are a man in a million, allowing me to do this. Please don't worry, it's just a dinner and dance. I won't be back late. You're making me so happy." She looked at me fixedly. "I won't forget this." Then she turned back to apply her makeup. "Could you do me a favour, dear? I'm running short of time. Would you mind giving my white high heels a polish?" "The one's with the peep toes?" "Yes, those." "You always said they were bedroom shoes. You've never wanted to wear them outside before." "John's very tall. I don't want him to tower over me! Just give them a polish, please. I don't want to be late." I got the polish and the shoes and started to buff them up. "What will you be doing tonight," asked Amy as she continued touching up her makeup to ensure it was perfect. I mentioned a few things but she did not seem to be listening. Suddenly she turned to me. "Are the shoes ready?" "Yup." "Then put them on." She stretched out her legs and I knelt down. As I was putting them on and doing up the complicated buckles she rubbed my hair. "I do love you," she said. "Now let me finish getting dressed," she added as I stood up. "And could you call me a taxi for twenty minutes time?" I went down to the sitting room and called a taxi. My feelings were confused. I was anxious and irritated but I found my cock was pressing hard against my trousers at the thought of her going out with another man, even though it was only for dinner and dance. And I trusted Amy. It would only be a dinner and a dance. I knew she would not lie to me. She was far too open for that. Her openness were all part of what made her so desirable. I became aware of footsteps on the stairs and hurried out of the sitting room to see Amy standing in a mid-length white sleeveless dress, bare legs and her white high heels. With her slightly tanned skin she looked devastating. I felt my cock rising up even further. "What do you think?" she said, as twirled round. "You look absolutely gorgeous. Is that a new dress?" "Yes," said Amy. "I bought it this week. I really needed something new." "Why did you buy something new for a stranger?" "It is a special occasion, darling. I didn't want John to think I had just flung something on." I desperately wanted to go out with her. "I really wish I was going out with you. You look so lovely." "Thank you, kind sir," she said with a mock curtsey. "Just wait for tonight. You'll get your reward." There was knock on the door. "That's my taxi," she said as grabbed her bag. "What time will you get home?" "Shouldn't be too late," she said as she air kissed me. "I don't want to spoil my make-up," she explained. "Bye, darling." She opened the door, smiled at me and then disappeared. III I could scarcely believe my wife had just gone on a date with another guy. Okay, so it was not a real date. Just friends going out dancing. But I still felt weird. My cock felt as hard as it had ever felt. Harder. Much harder. I decided to walk down the road and get a take-away. Half-an-hour later I was in the sitting room with a plate of food on my lap. By seven o'clock I had finished eating and the whole evening stretched before me. I wondered where Amy was. I groaned as I took my cock from my trousers and started stroking it. I wanted to come so much but I did not want to miss out on having sex with Amy when she came home. I thought about how beautiful Amy had looked as she left. John was a damned lucky man. I was annoyed: it should have been me. Still, she did love dancing. I thought about her dancing with John and my cock got harder and harder. Would she be dancing very close? Would she be kissing him? Surely not. She loved me. She had promised me my reward. I could not help it. I thought about my wife kissing him as they danced. I carried on stroking my cock till I came with an incredible orgasm. For the rest of the evening I tried to occupy my time watching a couple of films on television. I kept thinking about Amy and got hornier and hornier. I desperately wanted her. Eleven o'clock came and went. Half-past eleven. Then just before twelve the front door opened and I heard voices. Amy came into the sitting room followed by a tall young man who I assumed was John. He was certainly good looking in a wiry, sleek way. Amy's face broke into a smile when she saw I was still up. "You waited up for me! How lovely. You can meet John." We shook hands and exchanged a few words. "John insisted on bringing me home so I thought the least I could do was give him a coffee. Would you mind making us some drinks? I'm totally exhausted." She flopped down on the couch and patted the seat next to her. "John?". As John sat down next to her Amy smiled at me in a strange rather complicated way I could not understand. I disappeared into the kitchen and left them chatting together. Amy looked wonderful, her face bright, her eyes lively and excited. I could not wait for John to go. I had to admit that in the few brief words I had exchanged with him he did seem very pleasant. Warm and friendly and not in the least arrogant - which I had been suspicious he might be. Still I would be pleased when he left! I carried the drinks into the sitting room, put them down in front of them and sat down in a seat next to the couch. Amy and John thanked me and carried on with their conversation. However, they both made sure to include me and soon I was enjoying chatting to both of them. John was really nice. We found we had quite a few things in common. Eventually John excused himself to go to the loo. "Don't you think he's nice?" said Anne. "Yes he is. Very pleasant, very friendly." "Oh, I'm so pleased you like him." She was still for a moment and then fiddled with the hair over her ears. "Darling?" She spoke slowly as if she were unsure how to proceed. "You do know I really love you? I nodded. My skin prickled. She leaned over and held my hand. "Could you do me a great favour?" She stared at me. "What is it?" My voice was husky. I barely recognised it. She hesitated momentarily. "Would you mind sleeping in the guest room tonight?" My stomach lurched. "Why? What's the matter?" "I've been dancing with John all evening. We were dancing close and I even kissed him. I couldn't help myself, it was so romantic. Our bodies were pressing against each other. I'm sure he wants to have sex with me. And I want to have sex with him." "You want to make love to someone else in our bed?" "I don't want to go behind your back. You know I'm not that kind of girl. I just want John so much. Please let me have this." I did not know what to say. I sat there struck dumb. "Imagine. You'll have a happy contented wife who owes you everything. And I will. You've no idea how much I'll owe you. Please let me have this. I know you love me. I know you want me to be happy." "I've been looking forward all evening to making love with you. You promised me my reward. You can't do this." "Darling, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. It's not that I can or I can't do this. It's that I have to. I think I'll go mad if I don't fuck John." I was surprised. I'd never heard her use that kind of language before. "Please let me do this one thing. I want it. I need it so much." "If I asked you not to?" "I would be so disappointed. It would show you did not understand me. But I know you do understand me. I've always thought of us as true soul mates. We've always been on the same wavelength... Is it alright, then?" She stared at me appealingly. Imploringly. I felt I was being rushed. I did not know what to do. I clearly would never be able to dissuade her. I mutely nodded my head. I felt sick. "I need to hear you say it." I sighed. "It's okay for you to have sex with John." She smiled contentedly. "Oh thank you, darling." She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me fervently on the lips. "You are wonderful." She released me just before John entered the room. He dropped onto the couch. "Alan was saying he's feeling tired and thinks he'll go to bed." I stood up barely conscious of what I was doing. I was confused. "Nice to meet you, John," I said, waving vaguely at him. "And you too," said John, smiled broadly, almost innocently. I hurried away upstairs to the guest room. I wanted to be in that room and asleep before I heard them making love. I found I was almost breathless with excitement at the idea of my wife making love to another man in our house while I was there. But I was upset too. I wanted to make love to her. My head was spinning. As I lay in bed slowly drifting off to sleep I thought I could hear them coming up the stairs, my wife murmuring softly. And then no more... IV I awoke about eight. There was no sound from the master bedroom. Feeling famished I slung on my dressing gown and went downstairs and made some breakfast. I got the Sunday papers from outside the front door and had been in the kitchen for about twenty minutes, reading them, when Amy appeared in a white transparent robe - I had never seen this before either. Even through the robe I could see her pubic hairs were matted. She looked happy and contented. She smiled when she saw me and came over to give me a hungry kiss. Pressing herself against me and sticking her tongue down my mouth I could taste and smell everything. I could taste semen in her mouth. She hadn't sucked my cock for some years and even then had disliked the idea of swallowing. She did not seem to have the same inhibitions with John. "Are you bored with me?" I asked. "Is this what last night is about?" Amy shook her head. "No, no! I'm not bored with you at all. I couldn't have a lovelier, more understanding husband. Last night was just something I had to do." She busied herself putting cups and plates together on a tray. "I'll just make some breakfast for me and John and then we'll have the rest of the day for ourselves." She hummed quietly to herself as poured orange juice, made coffee, prepared toast, looking over at me occasionally and smiling. When she was ready she picked up the tray. "I'll see you soon, darling," she whispered, grabbing some of the Sunday papers as she passed me to go up the stairs. I returned to reading the papers. I had been absorbed in them for about forty minutes when I heard sounds from upstairs. It was Amy gasping. I barely made out the words. "Oh, yes, John. There, just there. Oh, yes, Yes!" Then an almighty cry, followed soon after by a groan from John. I felt awkward and humiliated. Yet my cock immediately grew. I was appalled. I gently stroked it. There was silence from upstairs and I returned to the papers. Fifteen minutes later I was sure I could hear Amy giggling. The giggling became sighing and then the sighing became panting, getting louder and louder and then ending once again in a cry. And once again there was silence. After about another forty minutes I thought Amy must be ready by now. We could send John on his way and have our Sunday together. I went upstairs. As I approached our bedroom I heard more sounds. The door was open and from the landing I could just see John stretched out on the bed while Amy lowered herself onto his cock and started to ride John up and down. I had always wanted Amy to do this but she had disliked the idea. Now she bounced up and down joyously. I hurried away quickly and quietly before they saw me. In the kitchen I sat there listening to the bed sounds, to Amy crying out with abandon, and fingering my cock until I came in an amazing orgasm. Then I closed the kitchen door and absorbed myself in the papers. Eventually I heard the someone on the stairs. It was twelve-thirty. About time, I thought. I went out into the hallway and saw Amy at the foot of the stairs. All the Colours of Love Ch. 02 Part 2: What Sylvie Did The first part of this story has rightly been moved to the Fetish hub. But Part 2, I think, belongs here in Loving Wives. I I do not know how long I had been sitting in Amy's office musing when I heard the lift coming back up. Was Amy coming back to me? Had she changed her mind? Would she treat me normally now? And then, suddenly, I was struck with a gut wrenching thought. Why does she not treat me normally? Why does she think me so worthless that I would put up with her actions? At that moment I was sickened by my behaviour. How could I have been so docile? I loved her. I adored her. But was this the right way for me to show her my love: by being compliant to her outrageous demands? I then realised that it was the peeing episode that had been a step too far for me. I had been carried away by my morbid devotion. As I now questioned my behaviour my mind resettled, and a new courage seemed to invade me. I was not just a thing. I was a valuable person. I was an individual. I had rights, beliefs, feelings. As the lift doors opened I waited for Amy. With my heart beating I prepared myself to tell her. To show her the new me. But it was not Amy. It was Sylvie. She was wearing a dramatic peach and white A-line cocktail dress that flew out from her waist. I had seen Sylvie a few times. I had always thought her very pretty but tonight she seemed especially captivating. I had not realised before quite how young she was. Nor how tall: she was almost as tall as me. With the black high heels she was wearing she was taller. She entered the office and stopped short when she saw me. "Alan? What are you doing here?... Don't tell me. You brought up Amy's dress for the party?" "Yeah," I said. I thought I sounded and I was sure I looked pretty miserable. "What's the matter? What did she do?" "I can't say." "Come on, I've seen it all... She told me she was going to use you as her toilet? Did she really do that? Is that what happened?" I could not speak. I just stared at her and nodded my head. She frowned and looked thoughtful. Then she spoke. "As you can see, I'm supposed to go to the party too. But this is more important. You need sorting out." She was silent for a few moments. "Let's get a drink. There's a café/bar just round the corner. It's quiet and comfortable." She chuckled suddenly. "I sometimes go there with Amy." She turned towards her office. "I only came back here because I forgot my mobile. Lucky for you I did. I'll just get it." In five minutes we were in the bar, sitting at a table in the corner, each nursing a glass of wine. "Amy's a nice woman." said Sylvie. "She's a good boss and she's a good friend. I've got to know her well and because I know her well I feel I know what makes her tick." She took a gulp of wine. "She's takes the trouble to keep me informed about everything she does. So I know all about John and everything she's done to you and you're willingness to go along with it." She looked fixedly at me. "I'm not willing to go along with it anymore." "Aren't you?" She raised her eyebrows. "Good. I like Amy. I like her very much but that doesn't mean I agree with everything she does. Especially now. Especially this time." "This time? What do you mean? What else has Amy done?" Sylvie shifted uncomfortably. "She's had affairs before. I don't suppose you knew that." I stared at Sylvie shocked beyond words. She took another gulp of wine. "They've been getting increasingly intense. You've really not noticed anything?" I shook my head. "Anyway I think she's gone too far involving you directly in this latest affair." She drank some more wine. I had a sense she was trying to numb some nervousness. "It's too kinky. I don't think she should use you like that. You're a sweet guy. I've always liked you. If you were with me I wouldn't treat you like that. Frankly, I'm unhappy with the way Amy has behaved towards you." I snorted. I did not believe her. "How would you treat me? Like you treated your boyfriend? Amy suggested there was something kinky and unpleasant there - for him at least!" Sylvie looked puzzled and then her face cleared. "You mean when she was on the phone to me the other night and you were..." Her voice trailed off. "Yes, then. And you also suggested what you'd like to do to me." Sylvie shook her head. "Amy was winding you up. I've never done anything kinky with my boyfriend, unless you count kicking him out of my flat for screwing my next door neighbour. All that stuff on the phone was just Amy having a go at you. I tried to tell her to stop. But she wouldn't listen. No, Amy has a wild imagination and she's been using it to target you." "So why has Amy got like that? Why now?" "I think it's some kind of mid-life crisis. Almost everyone in our company is young and mostly attractive. I think she's trying to prove something." "Like she can get a young man?" "Yes, and that she can control and manipulate and old one!" "Well she's not going to manipulate me any longer. I'm angry with her and I'm angry and disgusted with myself for letting her get away with it. I'm disgusted with my behaviour. I still love her but I want to do something. I want to show her how much I love her not how well I obey her. Do you have any suggestions? What can I do? What should I do?" Sylvie took a deep breath and smiled. "There are one or two things you could do. But I think the best suggestion right now is some good old-fashioned sex. Alan, one of the most attractive things about you is that you don't know how attractive you are. You need to give some girl a good time. And preferably someone as young as, or even younger than John. Just to set the balance right. Just to get your brain working in the correct way. It should stop you feeling so miserable. And it will do wonders for your self-esteem." While she had been speaking I felt her foot snake up my leg and come to rest against my crotch. She gave it an impatient press. "Well?" "You mean, you?" She sighed, "No, dummy, I mean the waitress over by the bar chatting to the barman and waiting to take our order. Of course I mean me!" I was taken aback. "But I'm about twenty years older than you." "Are you? Really? You just get lovelier and lovelier." "You really want to have sex with me?" "Do you want to come back to my place or are you playing hard to get?" "Yes. Yes please." I rose up urgently form the table. I could not believe it. This perfectly desirable young woman was throwing herself at me. Only one hour before I had thought myself the most unattractive man in the world. I was going to betray Amy, but, of course, she was betraying me with John and had already done so with countless others according to Sylvie. "My place is in Notting Hill. We can be there in twenty minutes." She laughed because I was already leaving the bar. "Alan, we better pay the bill! It seems you're even keener than me!" II Reader, I fucked her. When we were finished I lay next to Sylvie, resting in the after glow of our coupling and feeling completely satisfied in a way that I had not done with Amy for years. Perhaps Amy felt the same when she was with John? So what? I could not let it rest. Amy had started this and now I was determined to finish it. Sylvie opened her eyes. "Ready for some more action?" "It usually takes me time to recover." "Well, I haven't got time. I want some more and I want it now. Let's see if I can help." She pushed her way down my body and put her lips around my cock. She began to run her lips up and down the shaft and almost immediately it sprang to life. She lifted up her head. "Not bad." She bent her head down and went back to work. I lay back exulting in the most wonderful sensations I had felt for years. I started to doze in a semi-conscious state. I barely noticed Sylvie lift herself up and slide her pussy over my cock until she was bouncing on me. She started to ride me and my cock pressed hard against her cervix. It was not long before we both came explosively together. "Wow," said Sylvie. "Amy doesn't know what she's missing." Sylvie climbed off me. "All this fucking is making me hungry. There's a Chinese a few doors down. Let's go there and eat. And we can talk at the same time." It was nearly nine o' clock and the restaurant was heaving. There were banquette seats that provided some privacy despite the scrum and it was to one of these that the waiter directed us, at Sylvie's urging. "I love Chinese," said Sylvie settling herself down in her seat. "How are you feeling now?" "Not bad." I still could not get the image of Amy and John out of my mind. I felt myself falling again. "Not bad? Not bad? After everything I've done. Not bad is not good enough. Let's order the food, get that out of the way and then I'll try to cheer you up. Do you mind if I order for you? I know what's good here." I smiled and nodded. She called over the waiter, gave her order and then sat back. She grinned at me, lifted up her napkin and dropped it on the floor. "Oops, that was careless." She looked around and suddenly I got an idea of what she was going to do. Having checked no-one was observing her she ducked her head down and then slowly slid under the table. It was only then that I noticed that the table was covered with a large tablecloth that hid her totally from view. I felt the zip coming down on my trousers, her cool fingers pulling out my cock and then her lips enveloping it. I glanced around the restaurant nervously and then placed my hands under the tablecloth on top of Sylvie's head. My God! I had never felt anything like this. Around me people were being served, others were pushing food into their mouths, others were talking and I was getting a blow job. I started to push my cock more forcibly into Sylvie's mouth while at the same time using my hands to push her head toward my crotch. I had recently come twice and now was getting hard again. She was down there for about five minutes when I exploded into her mouth. I heard her swallow then she put my cock away, and did up the zipper. I saw her rise slowly and cautiously and then sit down. "Well?" she said. "How do you feel now?" I laughed with delight. "You're wonderful, Sylvie. I feel magnificent. Now what are we going to do about Amy?" She was silent, smiling thoughtfully. The food came almost immediately. My appetite had returned with renewed vigour. I stuffed myself. "So what do you want to do about Amy?" said Sylvie chewing on a pork rib carefully and somewhat provocatively. "Do you want to go back to how it was before the last few days?" "You mean when she was seeing other guys behind my back? I didn't know what was going on then but perhaps I sensed that I'd been diminished in her eyes. Perhaps that's why I behaved so compliantly. I was trying to reinforce her belief in what I was - to try and ensure that she loved me. No! I don't want that back!" "You're right. That won't do. Do you want to make Amy your slave, then?" "Like that's ever going to happen! But no, I wouldn't want that either." I sighed deeply. "I just want to be happy. And I want Amy to be happy. I'm angry with her but I still love her." "She likes to be in control but she's getting older. She needs to know she's attractive to men. She needs to know she's still attractive to you. She needs to be assured you still depend on her for your emotional resource. That's why she's been pushing you. We need to take away that assurance. We need to show her you don't need her. Or rather you need to show her." She glanced at her watch. "Hmm... it's nearly ten. Fancy going to a party?" "You mean -?" "That's exactly what I mean. Amy will be expecting me. She won't be expecting you." "But if Amy sees you with me won't she be angry with you? You'll be spoiling her game. She might fire you." Sylvie shook her head. "No, I don't think she'd do that. She'd regard that as a failure. It would mean she'd lost. Also, she depends on me. She knows she'd never find someone like me to work with her. No, she'd do something else. In fact, I'm depending on that." We finished the meal, paid the bill, returned to Sylvie's flat where she changed into her party wear and then took a taxi back to the West End. The party was being held in a club in Soho. With one look at Sylvie the bouncer waved us through without consulting his list. She did indeed look so delicious that I was not surprised to see the doorman staring after her when I cast a quick glance back in his direction. The club itself was dim and the music loud but not so much that it distracted from the bubbles of conversation I could hear around me. There were couples dancing slowly on the dance floor, most of them pressed closely together. I searched for Amy but could not see her. Then Sylvie tapped me on the arm and pointed towards a far corner. My stomach immediately knotted when I saw Amy with John, but I no longer felt defeated. Quite the opposite. I looked at Sylvie, who was probably the sexiest woman at the party (Amy included) and I felt reassured and proud that she was standing next to me. While I had been studying Amy a couple of guys had tried to hit on her but she had just shaken her head. One had slunk off to stand at the bar and stare at us with a hostile look directed at me that said, what have you got that I have not? "Like to dance?" said Sylvie. Without waiting for a reply she took my arm and dragged me onto the dance floor. "Nestle your head into my neck as we dance. I don't want Amy to see you yet." Sylvie was tall enough to enable me to do just that. She wrapped her arms around me, effectively covering my face. I wrapped mine around her body. The whole effect felt wonderful. At that moment I was actually grateful that Amy had behaved in the way she had because it had led up to this: a beautiful, sexy young woman was taking me round a dance floor in her arms. I was lost in my feelings. "Hi Sylvie, you came after all." It was Amy's voice and she had not recognised me. She sounded drowsy. She was probably slightly drunk. "Hi, Amy. You know me. I'm not one to miss a party." We continued to move around. All I could see was Sylvie's neck. All I could smell was the fragrance of her skin with the lightest touch of perfume. "Who's the guy, Sylvie? Really nice body. I love the way he's dancing with you. Why can't you dance more romantically like he does, John?" I heard John start to growl some protest which was quickly cut short, as, or so I assumed, Amy crushed his head against her neck to emulate our embrace. "You've always had good taste, Sylvie. Known him long?" "He's a recent acquisition." "From what I can see he already looks like a better deal than your last boyfriend." "Oh, he's much better." "John!" Amy sounded irritated. "You haven't got the hang of this at all. Sylvie, I don't suppose you like to change partners for a couple of dances?" "Perhaps you should meet my friend first." Sylvie detached herself from me and stood by my side. "Amy, this is Alan. Alan, this is Amy." A series of emotions passed swiftly over Amy's face. She seemed to stagger and John had to hold her up. He too looked surprised but more puzzled and confused. Amy, being Amy, quickly recovered herself. There was a flicker of amusement and then she became serious. "Well, Alan, I never thought you had it in you." She turned to Sylvie. "You are so wicked. Do you really fancy my husband? Or are trying to wind me up for some reason." In response Sylvie did not say a word. She simply turned to me, put her hands on my face, pulled it towards her and gave me the sweetest, juiciest kiss I had ever had. "Does that answer you, Amy?" "I suppose it does." For the first time in my memory Amy sounded uncertain. "Do you hate me, Sylvie?" "Of course not. I just wanted to show you what you're missing. But I don't know why. I'd rather keep him just for myself. But Alan still loves you. He still wants you." Amy looked at me. I felt a change in the atmosphere. She smiled weakly. "I suppose Sylvie has told you everything?" "Yes, everything." I was taken aback. My voice sounded stronger even more assertive than normal. John took Amy's arm and whispered something to her. "Not now, John." She shook him off. "Please get me a drink, I think I need one." John strode off displeased and unhappy. "Let's go and sit down, away from this music." Amy led the way off the dance floor and down a deserted passage to some unoccupied couches. When we were seated Amy turned to me. "So what do you want to, Alan?" "I want to go back to how it was before. Before John. Before your affairs." Her face had never been so serious. "Alan, you can't go back. No-one can go back. We are where we are. We can only go forward." "Then stop seeing John. Stop having affairs. And come back to me. Solely to me." Amy put her hands on mine. "Darling, I'm sorry for treating you in the way I did. It was wrong. But I'm not sorry for my affairs. I can't be. It would be hypocritical. I had them because I needed them. I have John because I need John." "Because I'm not enough for you?" "Frankly, no, you're not. And not because you were weak or lacked self-esteem. I never thought you were weak. When I've pushed you this last week I half-hoped it would force you to look at yourself and to see yourself as you really are. I say half-hoped because I did enjoy it too. But I was wrong and I admit that. That's over. I'm pleased to hear you sounding stronger and I guess I've got you, Sylvie, to thank for that. You've always been a good friend." She nodded at Sylvie and then leaned over towards me. "I love fucking you, darling. I love fucking, John." She laughed grimly. "I love fucking! Fucking you is good. But more of good is better. Did you and Sylvie...?" "Yes, we did." And I could not stop a smile appearing on my face. "Well I don't have to ask if you enjoyed it." She leaned back into the couch. "We can't go back to how we were. The problem is what do we do in the future." "You won't stop seeing John?" "No! Or Steve, or Ralph or Michael or whatever he'll be called. I have my needs and if I don't meet them I'll go mad. I don't want to divorce you but I don't want to go mad." "Well I don't want to divorce you either. I couldn't bear to be without you. I feel stronger in myself now, thanks to Sylvie." I glanced at her and she blew me a kiss. "Maybe I could put up with your affairs. As long as you don't rub my nose in it. Or anything else for that matter." Amy laughed. "We were going on holiday soon, weren't we? I was going to ask if you minded that I went with John rather than you. In face I was going to tell you I was going with John rather than you. But things have changed now. You and I should go on holiday together. But I don't want two weeks without John." "So you want him to come too?" Amy nodded. "Yes, I do. I'll be with you sometimes but I'll be with John at other times." "I don't know..." Amy looked over at Sylvie. "But if Sylvie's free...?" I turned to her. "Sylvie could come too.," Amy continued. "When I'm with John you could be with Sylvie. What do you think?" "Well," I said, starting to feel intrigued and somewhat excited by the idea. "It could work." "And," said Sylvie, "when you're with Alan you'll expect me to entertain John, I suppose." "No!" said Amy. "I'm not sharing John. If there's any hanky-panky between you two there definitely will be trouble. John's too young to understand. But Alan... well Alan's my husband and I trust him." There was a click of glasses and we looked up to see John approaching us with a tray of drinks. "There you are. At last. I thought we could all do with a drink." He handed round the drinks as Amy explained to him what was going to happen. All the Colours of Love The sun was shining through the front window highlighting her natural blonde hair. She was perfectly made-up. She wore a short blue summer dress and some new blue high heeled shoes. These were new shoes with four inch spikes. Amy had never liked wearing such high heels. It suddenly struck me that she looked like those women I used to see when I was much younger, before I married Amy, who were gorgeous and sexy and unapproachable. Now I was married to one - I felt so lucky! "Wow!", I said. "Where are we going? Has John gone? It won't take me long to change." "There's no hurry, darling." Amy looked awkward but determined. "John wanted to take me out to brunch. He's given me such a lovely time I couldn't really say no. I know it spoils our Sunday but it didn't seem right just to push him out. After all he should have a nice Sunday too." "Am I included in this brunch?" I felt embarrassed even asking but I wanted to be with her. "It's a little awkward. You see John knows the manager of the Connaught and can take a guest. But only one guest. They do a superb brunch apparently." Amy stared at me. "I don't mind paying for myself," I said weakly. Amy put her hand on my arm. "Alan, darling, don't make a fuss, please. You've been so wonderful up to now, don't spoil it." Suddenly John was pounding down the stairs. "Are you ready, Amy? Shall we go?" He saw me there. "Morning, Alan. Did you sleep well?" He nodded to me and then opened the front door. Amy leaned over and air-kissed me. She whispered, "Thank you so much," and softly stroked my cheek. Then she turned and walked out the door, followed by John. In that moment I had never longed for any one as I longed for Amy. V I had a miserable lunch and then could not decide what to do. It was the first Sunday I had been on my own for so long that I felt lost. It was a glorious summer Sunday afternoon, sunny and warm. I lay in the garden for a while and continued to try and interest myself in the papers. But after a couple of hours I still felt edgy. I decided to go to a large bookshop in town. One that both Amy and I liked to visit. I needed to buy some travel books for our upcoming holiday and I felt the need to surround myself with other people. By the time I reached the bookshop it was already quite busy. I headed to the travel section but just before I got there I stopped short. I saw Amy and John looking at travel books together. What were they doing there? I checked my watch. It was four-thirty. Obviously brunch was over. Perhaps John was helping Amy get some books for our holiday. They were absorbed in each other, checking out books and laughing. I was heart-broken seeing the way they behaved together. As I observed them I reflected that, before I had married Amy, I had occasionally seen a couple and enviously wished I was the guy with the beautiful woman. That's how I felt now looking at the two of them. I realised that I could spy on them quite easily as I was well hidden. There was no-one else around. Amy was turned slightly away from me. I could not help but admire her beautiful long slender legs, especially mounted in those sky blue high heels. Suddenly she rose up and I saw she was kissing John passionately, pulling his head down. She moved her head up to whisper something to him and then returned to kissing him. I saw her open her legs slightly as John's hand slide down the back of her dress and up between her legs. Without a pause he pushed his finger upwards and Amy gasped. I realised that his finger must be in her pussy and the ease of his movement meant she was not wearing any panties. I had never suspected Amy would indulge in this type of behaviour. I wished Amy was behaving like this with me! As there was no-one else in this area I put my hand surreptitiously inside my trousers and started to rub my cock as Amy writhed slowly on John's finger. She clasped John fiercely at the moment I am sure she came. I came hard soon after. She patted herself down then put her arm around John's waist as they wandered away. I staggered up to the book shop cafe. I did not care any more if Amy and John saw me but they had quite gone. I bought a coffee and sat musing. Amazingly my cock had become hard again. I wanted to pull it out there and then but I was not that stupid. I finished my coffee and hurried home so I could masturbate in peace. As soon as I arrived home I ran up to our bedroom and pulled out Amy's white high heels she had worn the previous night. They still had her faint perfumy, sweaty, musky smell. I lay on the bed and took out my cock. It felt delicious as I rubbed it up and down. As I breathed in the air inside her shoes and stroked my cock I thought about what I had seen this afternoon. It was at the same time, nightmarish and delightful. I hated Amy being out with John. It made me feel depressed, jealous and anxious. But, at the same time, I was excited. I wanted to be there, in the bookshop, smelling her shoes, licking her shoes clean, as she kissed John. In a few minutes I came in a magnificent orgasm. I lay there panting and momentarily felt wonderful. However, the excitement did not last very long. Having come I felt empty and lonely. I returned Amy's shoes to her cupboard and collapsed on the bed. I must have fallen asleep because I suddenly became aware that the phone was ringing. For a moment I could not remember where I was or what was going on. I looked at the clock. It said eight-thirty. The house was quiet. Where was Amy? The phone continued to ring and I picked it up. "Alan, darling?" It was Amy. "Where are you?" I asked sleepily. "Are you okay?" "I've just been asleep." "Well I've been worried about you. You didn't call my mobile". "Why aren't you here?" "I would have thought you'd have been more worried about me. I think I'm hurt." This was a bit much, I thought. "When are you coming home?" "That's really why I'm phoning. When we were at brunch we met a friend of John's who's having a party tonight at his house in the West End. That's why I didn't come back after brunch. I thought I'd just hang out with John and then go to the party tonight. It'll be so nice to go to a party that has nothing to do with work. And John has a flat in town so I can go to the party tonight and stay with John overnight. The only thing is I need some work clothes for tomorrow. Would you be a dear and drop my black suit and shoes and underwear off at John's flat? I'll text you his address. I know it's a lot to ask but I'm here now and I do want to go this party. I'll be back tomorrow night. And, don't forget. You'll get your reward." "So you're not coming home? You're really going to stay overnight with John in his flat?" "Well, it's just easier. I do want to go to this party tonight and, if I stay at John's flat, I'll be close to my work in the morning,. His flat is just round the corner from my office. It makes sense." "And I suppose you'll be making love to him tonight." "I don't know about making love. But I will be fucking him. As I'm there it would be silly not to, wouldn't it?" "Please come home. I miss you. Don't you want to be with me?" "Don't plead, darling, please. It's so unattractive. I'll be with you tomorrow. Just wait. And be strong. I'll text you John's address. We won't be there because of this party. But John's flat is in a luxury block and they have twenty-four hour porterage. So just leave the clothes at reception. And thank you so much darling., for everything. I love you." She hung up and I was left with the dialling tone for company. V When I got home on Monday night I thought glumly that Amy would not be there. I had not heard from her at all during the day. The only communication I had had was a text very late the previous night (or was it early in the morning?) simply saying Thxxxxxxx, presumably for taking her clothes to John's flat. I had had a depressing day and could hardly concentrate on my work as I dwelt on the events of the weekend. So when I opened the front door and smelt the delicious aroma of cooking food I was surprised and delighted. "Hullo, darling," shouted Amy from the kitchen. As I entered I saw her busy stirring a saucepan. She glanced up to give me a broad smile. "There's a whale of a lot of work coming up in the next few days so I wanted to be sure to be here today when you came home. And I thought a nice meal of your favourite, coq au vin, would be just the way to welcome you." She put down her spoon to give me a warm hug and kiss. She wriggled against me, then moved away, took off her apron, grabbed me by the hand and hauled me upstairs to the bedroom. "Dinner can wait," she breathed. "I can't". We hurriedly undressed and both lay down facing each other. I started to kiss her. "That's lovely, darling" she said. "But I want to feel you inside me. It's time for your reward." I moved over on top of her. "No, no! With your tongue." She pushed at my shoulders. "With you tongue, first," she added. I thought, well this is how we normally make love. I lick her to an orgasm and then I penetrate her. So I slid obediently down her body, kissing her skin, enjoying her warm perfumed scent, as I did so. "Hmm. Lovely," she murmured, again. As I approached her pussy she opened her legs. I manoeuvred myself between her legs and lay there with my tongue tickling her pussy. It was very wet and tasted of her familiar juices. I loved it. "Get that tongue in there, damn you." she said, placing both her hands behind my head and forcing it forward. I shoved my tongue deep into her pussy. Suddenly there was a salty slimy taste. It was semen. I tried to get my tongue out. Amy felt me struggling. "Yes, it is John's semen," she said, stroking my hair but keeping a firm hold on me with her thighs. "I fucked him at lunchtime. I suppose it might be a little stale by now. But you don't really mind, do you? I do so want you to eat it." I tried move my head and to say I did really mind but she held me there firmly, her hands pressing my head into her crotch. "I want you to lick all John's sperm out. I can see you hate but it for me it's so exciting. My wonderful, gorgeous, husband slurping up my lovers sperm for all he's worth. Do it out of love for me. Knowing how exciting it is for me, how powerful it makes me feel to control you." It tasted foul but Amy did not care. She was loving it. She ground away hard against my mouth. Her copious juices squeezing out John's semen and forcing it against my tongue and down my throat. I hated it. Amy, however, was having the time of her life. I'd never heard such dark primal groans and cries. Her hands were around my head and then slipped to my neck as she forced me even further into her and urged me on. I felt her excitement growing and the overwhelming build-up to an orgasm. She was shouting. "Get it all out, you fucking bitch. You're a brilliant licker but I want it all out. Every last bit. I'll bloody whip you if you leave anything. Oh God! Oh God!" she screamed. She seemed possessed by lust. She banged my head hard against her pussy until she came. She held me for a few minutes more, so tightly I could barely breathe. Finally she released me and lay back gasping. 'O wow! O wow! ' Between her breaths she managed to say. "That.. darling.. was.. the.. best.. orgasm.. you.. have.. ever.. given.. me.' She slowly came back to herself. "You are wonderful, wonderful." At her words I looked up at her and grinned despite the taste of John's semen in my mouth. It was truly awful but Amy's praise was lifeblood to me. "Well might you grin at me." I slowly levered myself up, preparing to enter her. "Not now, darling. I'm exhausted. Later. Let's have dinner first." She rose up and then stopped and grinned at me. "I better make sure you haven't left any of John's sperm. Bring me the hand mirror." "Amy, don't be so -." "Just give me the hand mirror!" She sat on the edge of the bed as she took the hand mirror from me and examined her pussy. "Open up my pussy so I can see properly." Sighing, I knelt down and separated her vaginal lips. "Wider! Wider! Put your finger inside and wipe it round. Now let me see." She examined my finger closely and then patted my head. "Good boy. You won't be getting whipped." She jumped up and threw on her transparent robe that I had admired the previous morning. My cock immediately jumped up. "Oh, you like this too, do you?" We both laughed as we went downstairs to enjoy the coq au vin. When we had finished we stacked the dishwasher and then Amy looked at me. "I want you now! Get upstairs!" At last, I thought. At last. My cock was aching. I could not wait to put it into Amy. In the bedroom Amy stretched herself out on the bed and closed her eyes. I was disappointed, half hoping she would ride me as she had John. But the traditional missionary way was still good. I positioned myself but Amy opened her eyes. "I want you to lick me again. You're so good at it and it's so lovely. And John's sperm has all gone." I felt frustrated. But I settled down again at her pussy. I hoped it would not take too long. I was aching to fuck her. I started to lick her and she moaned appreciatively. I had been going for about ten minutes when the phone rang. "Damn it," said Amy. "I better answer it. It'll be about work." I lifted up my head and prepared to move away but Amy clamped her hand on my head and forced me back down. "Oh, no! Don't you dare stop." I resumed licking her. How could she talk about business in this situation? "Oh hi, Sylvie. What's up?" Sylvie was her secretary. Actually, she was not just her secretary she was also a confidante. They occasionally went out to lunch together and had evening drinks now and then. "We need to organise lunch for him and his team. He'll be expecting it." I had no idea what Amy was talking about and just continued licking her. Suddenly she gasped as I hit her g-spot. "Oooh!.. No, It's okay Sylvie. Just Alan doing his husbandly duties..." She laughed. "Yes, that's exactly what he's doing." I tried to get up - this was so humiliating - but Amy simply forced my head down, gripped my head between her legs and carried on talking. "Yeah, he's really good... I wouldn't change him... I don't know I'll have to ask him." She put the phone aside. "Sylvie wants to know if you can look after her too." I tried to lift my head up to answer but Amy held me down hard. "Sorry, he can't answer now," she said. "He's busy." She laughed at something that Sylvie said. "Oh dear. That is so gross! I bet he didn't like that! Poor man. You are so wicked." She covered up the phone again. "Alan, I wouldn't be too keen to meet up with Sylvie, judging by what she did to her boyfriend. And did I tell you to stop licking?" She carried on laughing and talking with Sylvie while I licked away. Then her voice became more serious. She was clearly back to talking about work matters. Her occasional moans, however, showed that she was still enjoying my activities. Suddenly she gasped. "Hang on, Sylvie." She put the phone down and rocked my head form side to side as she orgasmed. "That was fantastic darling." She patted my head affectionately but still held her legs firmly against my head. I could not move. "Just nuzzle me for a bit." She picked up the phone. "Hi Sylvie, I'm back... Yes, I did... Yes, I am so lucky. Now, back to work... Looks like we're going to be really busy Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. And then there's the prep work on Tuesday... ." She carried on chatting for another twenty minutes. Finally she put the phone down and opened her legs. "It was so hot having your head between my legs while I was speaking to Sylvie. Come on, lover." She helped me rise up. "I want your cock in me now. Give me everything you've got." I did not need a second invitation. I shoved it in and hammered away until we both orgasmed simultaneously. We had not done that for years. As we lay together Amy said, "You probably heard I'm going to be very busy this week. I was thinking I could work late at the office if I stayed in John's flat overnight." "You're going to stay with John the whole week! I thought last weekend was going to be a one off." "Well John was awfully good..." "Was he better than me?" Amy sat up and looked down at me. "You men are all the same. That was the first thing John said after we fucked. The very first!" She looked thoughtful. "I suppose I could come back just tomorrow night. But, as I told you, we're going to be very busy the rest of the week and so I intend to see John tomorrow afternoon and have an afternoon of fucking. If I come home tomorrow, you'll have to make it worth my while. I'll expect you to clean out a whole afternoon's worth of semen from me. Do you think you can do that? You made enough fuss this evening after my quick bang with John." "That's outrageous," I said. "Why do you have to fuck him at all?" "Because I want to." She said simply. "So..?" She stared at me. "You know, I'm getting excited about you having to clean out all that spunk. Maybe I'll just come home in any case. You won't have a choice." "And what if I refuse?" "Darling." She leaned over me. The very smell of her breath excited me beyond endurance. "You won't be able to refuse me." She bent down and kissed me deeply on the mouth, her tongue almost prodding my throat. I levered myself up. I wanted her again. I was surprised by own stamina. I pushed her down and she compliantly lay underneath me. She put her arms around my neck and grinned at me. "Once is enough for tonight, lover boy." "But when John was here you were going at it like rabbits." She pressed her hand against my mouth and I licked it. "John is John and you are you. Don't get confused. Now, I need my sleep. Do you want to see me tomorrow night?" I thought about all that semen. I adored Amy but I really couldn't do it. I shook my head. "So you want me to stay with John, then?" "No, of course not. But I'm not going to be a clean up service for you." Amy looked really disappointed. "Well, please yourself. I still love you." She snuggled down in the bed and I followed her. We lay there staring at each other. After a few moments Amy closed her eyes and fell asleep. VI The following day at work I could not concentrate at all. My mind wondered between thoughts of anger, jealousy and excitement. That morning Amy had packed a suitcase so I knew she was serious about staying with John. I was so wired I thought I would go mad. I thought I would hate Amy but I found I loved her more than ever. I wanted her more than ever. I had a rival and I was determined to hang on to her. She had been everything I had wanted in a woman and she still was. Even more so. By the late afternoon the thought of her coupling with John, while I was working, drove me to the loo at least twice in search of some contemplative masturbation. Back home, after a lonely meal, I stared disconsolately at the television. Then at about nine the phone rang. I answered it. It was Amy. "Hi, darling, how are you doing?" "I wish you were here." "You are so sweet. I hope you really are missing me. It shows how much you love me. And I love knowing how much you love me - . Ooh!" "What's the matter?" "Oh, John has his tongue in my pussy and he's - . Ooooh. That's lovely, John." I thought, is she just trying to rub my nose in it? "Actually, John's not quite as good at cunnilingus as you. Oh! John's looking at me crossly now. Wait a bit." I waited. "I've forced his head down and his tongue is deep inside me. Feels nice. I don't think he can breathe very well. He's trying to wriggle... Stop it, John! I hope he's not going to suffocate... It's alright. He's licking me properly now. Anyway, I really didn't want to phone you while John was at work, as it were, but I suddenly remembered that I need my red dress for the party tomorrow night." All the Colours of Love "What party?" "It's a work do. Don't worry, you're not invited. I can go with John." "What if I want to go?" Amy laughed. "You're still not invited. Just bring the red dress to the office tomorrow. Please?" Amy was doing what she liked with me and I was going along with it. Did I love her more than she loved me? Then I realised I had never seen a red dress. "What red dress?" "Oh, sorry. It's a new one. Another new purchase from last week." "And I suppose you want me to being your red shoes too." "I'd quite forgotten! Yes, yes, I do. What a support you are." "I thought I was joking. You do have red shoes then? "Yup! Last week? This party has been on the books for while. It's a really important do. I need to look good. So I splashed out. If you could bring them to the office when you finish work I'll have time to change." "Will I be able to see you?" "Of course. Come up to my office and I'll model the outfit for you." "Okay..." "See you tomorrow - . Oh! Oh! Oh, my God. I'm coming, Alan. I'm coming. Aaaah!" She shrieked so loudly I had to move the phone away from ear. "See you tomorrow, darling," I heard her faint words as she hung up. I took out my cock. It was hot and hard and I came within a minute. Amy's affair (and I had to admit she was having an affair) was affecting me too. VII After work the following day I gathered up Amy's dress and shoes from where I had stored them against the acoustic screen. (I do not have an office, just an area screened off in an open plan arrangement.) When I found Amy's dress the previous night I was struck by how short it was. Did Amy realise? Had I made a mistake? But there was no other red dress in any of her wardrobes. Her shoes were beautiful - red alligator skin. I could not wait to see her in them. I was not so sure about the dress. I hurried round to her office. She rented a couple of floors in a swanky building off Mount Street, in Mayfair. I passed reception and the lift swiftly took me up to Amy's floor. It was half-past six. The large open plan floor was quite empty of staff. Amy's outer office was empty too. Sylvie had gone home. Or perhaps was already at the party. I knocked politely on Amy's door. "Come in, darling." I opened the door. Amy was sitting at her desk. The bright late afternoon sun shone through the plate glass windows. I could see Hyde Park bathed in sunlight though the windows. I could see Amy bathed in sunlight in her office. "You brought them. Great!" She jumped up and retrieved the dress and shoes from me. "Won't be a minute. And thanks darling." She disappeared through the door into her private washroom. I wandered around her office looking for evidence of her affair with John. But I could not see anything. I flipped through her desk diary but it revealed no secrets. I heard Amy trying unsuccessfully to flush the loo. Then a few minutes later the door opened and she appeared. A forty-eight year old woman has no right to look stunning in a pillar box red floaty dress that rode six inches above her knees and displayed her sensational bare legs. But Amy did. She dazzled. I noted how perfect her skin was. With her red high heels adding to the mix my mouth actually salivated. Amy glared at me. "Alan, that is gross. Stop it!" I wiped my mouth. "But, I'm pleased you obviously approve. She twirled round letting the dress ride up a little. "I've got a problem, though. I desperately need to pee but the loo isn't working. You're going to have to help." "I don't know anything fixing toilets," I said. Amy sighed impatiently. "No. You'll have to be my toilet. I'll need to pee in your mouth." "What!" I exclaimed. "Where did you get that idea from? That's disgusting." "Well, it's either you or John. If you don't do it I'll get John to do it. Who would you rather I was really grateful to for helping me out: you or John?" She fixed me, waiting for my reply. "Come on, I'm in a hurry." "Oh very well," I said. But I was a little worried. Was it safe? Amy nodded. "I think it's right. You are my husband, after all. It's your husbandly duty to look after the needs of your wife." She moved over to her desk and steadied herself against it. Then she lifted up her dress and pulled down her panties. She tapped her foot until I came towards her and knelt down. I noticed a fleeting smile on her face as I did so. I placed my face directly beneath her crotch. "No, no, form a seal on my pussy. I don't want to spill any on the floor." "Perhaps we should do this in the washroom?" "I want to do it here," she said firmly. So I placed my mouth directly against her pussy and waited. I realised I was not sure where she would actually pee from so I did my best to cover her clitoris, vagina and urethra. Then she did it. She actually peed into my mouth and down my throat. Not too fast, fortunately. At the same moment the phone rang. "I'm sorry, Alan, I better answer it. It might be important." I started to move away. "Stay there! I'm not going to stop peeing so you better not stop swallowing." She picked up the phone. "Oh, hi John... Yes, I'll be done in a minute." Her urine was pouring into my mouth. "Yes! I am wearing that red dress." So John already knew about the dress. She chuckled as she talked and listened and continued to pee into my mouth. "Love you, darling." She put the phone down as she emptied her last few drops into me. "Now lick me dry and breath on me to make sure it's all gone." Finally I detached my mouth. "That was so nice we'll have to do it again, very soon," she said. Her eyes glittered momentarily, then she laughed. "Don't look so worried I was just joking." She started to pull up her panties. "Hmm, I'm not going to bother with these, it's so hot." She stepped out of them and handed them to me. "I'm not wearing panties so much, at the moment. Why don't you have them? You can jerk off with them pressed against your nose, while you think of me partying with John." She examined me. "I wonder? Will you get as excited thinking about me with John as I will, thinking about you at home, alone, with my panties? I really will! It's all part of the wonderful pleasure you give me." As she picked up her bag from her desk she stroked my face fondly. "I won't kiss you goodbye for obvious reasons. And it's better if I go down on my own, I don't want two jealous men to deal with! I'll tell reception you're on your way. I'll see you Friday evening. Have fun!" With that she marched out of the office, the red dress swinging up against her long legs. I heard her heels tapping on the wood flooring while she waited for the lift. I still adored her. I still worshipped her. I would do anything to make her happy and contented. Whatever she did, wherever she went, I could not let Amy go.