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Cynthia: A Fantasy Ch. 02

By: venturer15



The day after our "double date", where my husband realized his fantasy of having sex with my best friend while I experienced my fantasy of having sex with his black coworker, neither Tom nor I spoke of what happened. We picked up the kids from my parents and went to church just like we did most Sundays. 

Monday afternoon, I visited Karen. As she poured tea, I told her what happened after she left. "Tom never made love to me with such wild energy as he did that night," I commented. "You sure know how to turn a man on. I'm glad you're my friend, or I'd be worried he'd leave me for you." 

"You think I'm the one responsible?" She queried. "You flatter me, but you're the one who did that to him. All night long his attention was on you. He was fascinated to see you and Nate together. The way people reacted to your dress, how you and Nate cozied up to each other to dance, the way people looked at you dancing. I saw Tom's expression and the way he kept licking his lips as he watched you dancing almost naked in front of Nate and then being fucked by him. He was fascinated. I saw a man who was compelled to arrange his own cuckolding. I was just there to balance things out."

"I also saw in you someone that liked the attention she was getting," she continued. "You sure enjoyed flirting with Nate in front of everybody. So tell me, when are you seeing him again?" 

I wasn't prepared for what I had heard. What Karen was saying was totally unexpected, but as I thought about it, I realized that she was the impartial observer. 

Karen waited patiently as I collected my thoughts. "Tom and I haven't even discussed what happened," I started. "He went off to work this morning as usual. Perhaps I'll never see Nate again." 

As I said the words, I felt a sinking in my stomach and an unexpected feeling of sadness overcame me. I realized that since Saturday night, during all my waking moments, the memories of that evening lurked in the background; the memory of his skin, so smooth, dark and silky, and his eyes, dark as night; the memory of his body, toned and tight, not overly muscular, but sexy; the memory of another man's hands running smoothly over my body; and the memory of uninhibited sex with an intensity I had never before experienced. I could just close my eyes and visualize his dark penis disappearing into my pale white body. 

Sensing my change in mood, Karen said, "Be patient. Tom will suggest we get together again. He won't be able to help himself." 

"I hope he does," was my softly spoken reply.

I had plenty of time to ponder the situation. Weeks went by and neither Tom nor I mentioning the subject. My longing for Nathan decreased over that time so perhaps a whole day might go by without him coming to mind. 

Then one evening, out of the blue, Tom asked, "What do you think about going out to diner again with Nate and Karen?" 

His meaning was obvious, nothing more needed said. Although my pulse quickened as soon as he said the words, I let some time pass before responding and selected my words carefully, "Do you think we should? If we get together again, it will be more than just an experiment like the last time."

The four of us got together several times after that. Having a lover was both exciting and fun. I found myself looking forward to being with Nathan more each time, and he let me know in little ways that he liked being with me. Women need to feel desired and wanted, and I was no exception. Nathan was a very considerate lover, and after five years of marriage, it was very nice to experience the intimate touch of a different man. 

I was also a little surprised by how much fun I was having dressing in sexy, provocative outfits and being seen on the arm of a black man. It made me feel wanton and wicked and very much alive. I was developing a second persona, one very much in contrast with my role as wife, mother and school teacher.

It was mid July when Karen cancelled at the last moment. She had previously warned me of her plan to force Tom's hand. As she predicted, Tom didn't cancel the evening. When Nathan arrived, Tom offered to be the designated driver.

Arriving at the restaurant, Nathan and I went in first and took a table by ourselves. Tom entered right after and seated himself at the bar where he had a good view of us. I was thrilled since this was the first time Nathan and I could talk to each other without Tom or Karen listening in. Over dinner we had a chance to talk about personal things. Favorite movies and preference in music lead to personal aspirations. I got to know Nathan as an intelligent, caring person with tastes and interests similar to mine.

The restaurant featured country western bands and drew a country western crowd so I wore tight black jeans and a thin white silk long sleeved blouse with the top three buttons left open. A black leather vest allowed the outfit to be worn in public. I had been with Nathan enough that I was accustomed to people staring at us and I had grown to enjoy being the center of attention.

Around nine the band started. Unlike Tom, Nathan was an accomplished dancer and led me through the steps I didn't already know. I always enjoyed dancing and was having more fun with Nathan than I could remember ever having. Usually when the four of us were together we would leave after the first set, but neither of us made any suggestion of leaving. I had a feeling that Tom was getting impatient, but at that point, I didn't care. 

It was after midnight, when the band started its last set that I finally worked up the courage to take off my vest. Having made the decision, my heart was racing as Nathan and I stood up. I whipped off the vest and left it on the back of my chair. I was hot and the thin blouse clung to me revealing every detail of my upper body. My small perky breasts and hard nipples were clearly visible. I loved the feeling that adrenalin gave me at times like that. All eyes, most particularly Tom's, were on us as we started dancing. I rubbed up against Nathan every chance I had. Slow dances had me clinging to him with both arms, pressed against him so tightly that I could feel the hardening in his crotch. I was creating an exhibition and again found that I loved the feeling.

At the end of the last dance, we walked out together, my vest over my arm, the cool night air doing nothing to quench the heat built up inside me. Tom was already in the car as we slid into the back seat. Before we were out of the parking lot, Nathan and I were embracing each other. 

To be touched by him was like electric pleasure running straight through me. I kissed his lips, gently at first, and then more deeply and urgently. His hand found my breast. He fondled it briefly through the thin layer of silk before sliding inside and cupping my breast entirely in his hand. I felt sparks fly as his bare hand reached my taught nipple. 

I could feel myself getting wetter as I ran my fingers through his short, curly hair. He kissed and nibbled the side of my neck sending shivers of pleasure through me. I guided his mouth to my breast. By that time he had undone all the front buttons of my blouse so he had unhindered access. He went from one breast to the other licking, sucking and nibbling. I kept pressing his face into me, running my fingers up and down the back of his head and neck encouraging him as he worked magic with his mouth. 

My back was against the door and the seat back and Nathan was almost on top of me. I kept my thigh planted against the bulge at his crotch rubbing against his hard penis. I let out little moans as Nathan gave his full attention to my breasts, making sure neither was shortchanged. No one had ever concentrated so fully on my breasts like that before. Mostly gentle with an occasional bite, I knew my breasts would be sore in the morning, but I loved what he was doing to me and my excitement continued to build. I was startled and cried out when, for the first time, I climaxed just from breast stimulation. It was about that time we reached home. 

Tom pulled the car into the garage so I just left my blouse open as we went into the house. 

When Tom offered drinks, I declined as did Nathan. It was already late and neither of us needed more to drink. I selected music as Tom poured something for himself. Nathan settled on to the couch in the living room taking off his shoes in anticipation. 

What I really wanted to do was to take Nathan up to the guest bedroom and be with him alone away from Tom's leering gaze, but I didn't know what Tom's reaction might be. So, I removed my jeans and shoes leaving just my already unbuttoned blouse and a soaked black thong and entered the living room. 

As the music started, I moved in front of Nathan and began to dance suggestively. I slowly pushed down my thong and stepped out of it. I left my blouse on. It was open in front and Nathan had access to any part of me he wanted, but with Tom sitting behind where I stood, it provided a symbol of privacy for the two us. 

Reaching down, I pulled off Nathan's shirt revealing his muscular chest and stomach. Kneeling, I undid his belt, unzipped his trousers and pulled them toward me freeing that engorged penis that I longed for. 

I immediately started by licking his penis all the way up to the head over and over, especially around the head where it flared out. I loved that part because it felt so good pulling inside my mouth on the outstroke. I wanted him inside me so badly. I licked the head of his penis and kissed it and sucked it gently at first, then harder and taking it deeper into my mouth. I held his balls which were all drawn up in my left hand while I clasped the base of his shaft in the other. He was really enjoying that and began to raise his hips to meet my mouth. I matched his rhythm as he moved faster and faster, but stopped abruptly when it appeared he might be ready to cum; I so wanted him to cum inside me.

I tugged him toward me so his butt was just barely on the sofa. Standing, I straddled his legs and lowered myself on to his rock hard shaft, guiding it into me. I was so turned on and wet that he easily went full depth, filling me instantly. 

With my hands on his shoulders, I began to ride him hard; feeling his penis thrusting back each time. At first he played with my nipples and breasts, but before long his hands were on each side of my hips, clenching my butt cheeks. 

Then I felt him explode in me. He arched his back, thrusting upwards, sending his hot sperm to fill my womb. At that point, I experienced an orgasm so intense that I saw colors. Never before had I an orgasm of that intensity. I didn't know how long it lasted, but I remember wanting it to last forever. Finally, gasping for breath, I collapsed upon my lover.

I had been so excited and involved with Nathan that I had forgotten Tom was even in the room. With my head on Nathan's shoulder, my bare breasts resting on his naked, sweaty chest, and his penis still filling me, I looked around and saw Tom cleaning himself up having just masturbated himself to orgasm. 

Cynthia: A Fantasy Ch. 03



One weekday morning, Nathan called asking if I would like to join him for lunch. One nice thing about teaching is I get the summer off. My husband, Tom, was out of town on a business trip; something Nathan would have known since they work in the same office. 

I had been craving the opportunity to be alone with Nathan, but didn't know how to broach it with Tom. Just the suggestion of sneaking out on my husband caused my pulse to quicken, a feeling of excitement I was growing addicted to. 

Deciding it would be easier to beg forgiveness than ask permission. I accepted and asked where he wanted me to meet him. Nathan suggested his apartment and gave me directions. I then made arrangements for my mother to look after the kids for a few hours.

I was back at home, changed, and had snacks out by the time my mother dropped off the kids. Since I had showered at Nathan's, with his help, I knew I could get away with cutting it close. Living a double live with a secret black lover was proving to be a lot of fun. As far as anyone else knew, I was a mother of two, faithful to my husband.

That night, after the kids were in bed, Tom called. This was part of the routine when he was away from home on business. He would talk about his travel and business adventures. I would describe the trivialities of life caring for the house and kids and school when it was in session. However, that evening was different. 

After we had covered the routine happenings of the day, I felt it was time for a surprise. "Oh by the way, I had lunch with one of your coworkers today," I said as nonchalantly as possible. My statement was met with silence. "It was really fun," I added. 

"Was it Nate?" Tom finally asked. 

"Yes," I responded. "Nate called and invited me to his place for lunch." 

"That bastard!" Tom exploded. "He waits until I'm out of town and moves in on my wife." 

I continued teasingly, "I didn't know if he mentioned anything to you, and I didn't ask."

"Well what did you do?" 

"I accepted. You know, he has a beautiful apartment, very nicely appointed." I paused, waiting for Tom's reaction.

"Well go on; tell me what happened. I know he has good taste," Tom shot back. 

Having earlier discovered what a voyeur Tom was, I decided to relate everything in graphic detail. "You know that indecently short shift Karen talked me into buying? Well that's what I wore, with no underwear. It's good we have an electric garage door, because when I reach up in that dress everything shows." 

"Nate had lunch ready when I arrived. He made penne pasta with red sauce, and had the best red wine. It's so sexy when a man cooks for a woman, and he's very good as a cook too. We lingered over the wine, talking. You know how I get when I drink like that. Being in his apartment, with him alone, dressed like a little whore; I got very horny. My pussy was getting wet just sitting across the table looking at his gorgeous body."

"He's such a gentleman. He made no move to seduce me. We just talked about normal things. I think he would have allowed me to leave without as much as a kiss had that been what I wanted." I paused again to get Tom's reaction. 

Finally he inquired, "Just what was it that you wanted?" 

"Do you really want to know?" I teased. 

"Of course." 

The edge was off his voice and I could hear him breathing deeply. "Are you hard now?" 

"You know damn well I am," he responded. 

"I bet you're stroking it too." He didn't answer, but I knew he was.

I continued, "After we drank a little more wine, I felt a little buzzy, even hornier, and not at all inhibited. I got up, walked over to him, and straddled his leg. I put my arms around his neck, and we began to kiss. They were little, playful kisses at first, but soon became deep, long kisses, with his tongue darting in and out of my mouth. My dress was short enough that it easily rode up so I could grind my throbbing pussy directly against his thigh. My nipples were so hard; I knew he could see their outline through my dress. I brushed them against him; the friction through the material was just right; it felt like there was an electric current passing between us. It wasn't long before I started to cum. It was a soft orgasm that radiated out from my pussy in ripples throughout the rest of my body. I just rocked back and forth on Nate's thigh, and moaned in his mouth as we kissed until I was done."

"After I stopped cuming, I slowly unbuttoned Nate's shirt, kissing his chest as I worked my way down the row of buttons. I was kneeling in front of him when I got to his belly button; I tongued it until he started to squirm, just like I do to you. I undid his belt, and pulled off his pants. The leg I rode was soaked from my pussy juices. While I was at it, I pulled down those sexy black briefs he wears, and freed his rock hard, black cock. It couldn't get any harder. I started to kiss and lick his balls, nibbling on the skin of his scrotum. I worked my kisses up his beautiful black cock until I could run my tongue over its head. I just love how my mouth, or my pussy for that matter, makes his cock so dark and shiny."

"Then I began to suck his cock. I took as much of into my mouth as I could. I love to feel his cock against the back of my throat. By that time he was running his fingers through my hair. Do you know how much he loves the feel of my soft, fine hair running through his fingers?""It wasn't long before he started to tense and squirm some more."

I paused. "Are you squirming a little?" 

"More than a little," he replied. I could easily hear his heavy breathing across the phone. 

"Well, I stopped sucking his dick then. I wanted to feel his hard cock inside of me and have him cum inside me. He left out a little groan when I moved back, because I had him on the verge. I knew he needed to cum badly right then. I told him to lie on the floor, which he quickly did. I kept him waiting, straddling his face so he could lick my wet pussy and tongue my clit. He's a very talented pussy eater, you know, and I stayed there until the need to have his cock inside me was overwhelming."

"I moved down over his hips so the head of his dick was pointed right at my pussy, and lowered myself onto his engorged cock. I was so wet; he easily slid all the way in until I was completely impaled."

"My dress was up to my waist, so I pulled it off over my head as I started to ride that wonderful black cock of his. It wasn't long before I felt his hot sperm beginning to pump into my pussy. That started a major climax for me. I rolled my hips around his hard cock while I gushed cum. Not having to worry about the kids hearing like when we're together at home, I moaned as loud as I wanted. I'm sure his neighbors knew he was getting some white pussy."

"I don't know how long I was in orgasm; his cock stayed hard and I was rocking and cumming in waves. I eventually wore myself out, and collapsed with my little bare tits on his sweaty chest, his stiff cock still inside me, my head on his shoulder. We lay like that for a good while. He told me what a great lover I was, and I told him how wonderful it was to have him inside me."

"Are you done squirming yet," I asked Tom. 

"Yea, I am," he replied with that just-having-jerked-himself-off tone to his voice. 

"You know, Tom. It was really great sex, fantastic sex even. By now, Nate and I have fucked enough to know what gets the other off. Sneaking away to his apartment, in the middle of the day, without you knowing, added a lot more excitement for me. I really felt like a cheating wife; I guess I was. You weren't around to take care of my needs, and he was more than happy to fill my pussy with his hard cock and his hot sticky sperm. I had fun behaving like a little whore."

"Tom, what emotions do you feel when you think about me being with Nate?"

After a long silence, Tom began, "There are a lot of emotions, confused, conflicting, intense emotions. I can't tell you how erotic it is to see you with a black man. That's something that I was taught was all wrong. White and black people should keep to their own kind, yet you break the taboo. You hungrily kiss those full lips, you kneel before a Negro and suck his cock, you allow a black cock to enter your white body, and you let a nigger cum inside you. You do more than let it happen. I've watched you; you look forward to seeing Nate and can't keep your eyes or hands off of him when you're together. It's all so damn erotic!"

"At the same time, I'm incredibly jealous. I seethe with anger, fear and inadequacy. You're my wife and another man, a black man is pumping his seed into you. I love you and want that to be me you're lusting after, but its not. No matter how much I try, I can never be the forbidden, exotic lover Nate has become. The irony is that I've done this to myself. I was the one who encouraged you to take a black lover, even to inviting Nate to that first date."

"But in spite of it all, when the sex is over, I know you'll go home with me. You may share your body with Nate, but I know your heart is mine. I think is so great that we can expand our marriage to include another lover. Our sex with each other is so much better as a result."

"Tom, I just want you to know how much I love you. Not many men are secure enough and unselfish enough to allow their wives to do this sort of thing. Now I can hardly wait for you to get home so I can show you just how much I appreciate you."

We said goodnight and reaffirmed our love for each other as we hung up. I was thrilled that I had finally managed to get away and be alone with Nathan, and that Tom appeared to be OK with that. I was also horny again. Telling Tom about my afternoon affair stirred up all those feelings of lust. I decided to go upstairs and make use of the vibrator my friend Karen bought me for my birthday.



Cynthia: A Fantasy Ch. 04



I loved the fluttering excitement I felt in my stomach that always came whenever I let myself into Nathan's apartment, something I'd been doing for almost a year. I had fun reflecting on what his neighbors thought seeing a lone pretty white woman entering the apartment of a handsome black man. Nathan insisted that I have a key to his place and encouraged me to visit when ever I wished. He made every effort to let me know that I was special and that he had no other lovers; still I only stopped in on invitation. Invitations came whenever my husband was out of town on business; something Nathan knew, since they worked together. Nathan knew Tom was OK about me seeing him as long as I told him everything that went on. 

On the coffee table in the living room were two full champagne glasses along with a recently opened bottle in ice. I made myself at home on the sofa, kicking off my shoes and taking a sip from one of the glasses. In each glass was a fresh peach slice, a nice touch. That's one of the things I loved about Nathan, he was full of nice touches.

Shortly, Nathan appeared from the kitchen, naked and carrying a large plate of chilled shrimp. We had fun surprising each other. That past winter, I arrived stark naked under my long coat; the look on Nathan's face when I took my coat off was priceless. 

I loved looking at Nathan's beautiful black body, and he knew it. He was tall and dark with well defined muscles and little body hair. "Is this how you greet all of your guests now?" I asked teasingly.

"I only greet one special guest this way," he replied with a broad smile that revealed his bright white teeth. I loved the way the whiteness of his teeth contrasted with his dark complexion just as I loved the way my pale shin contrasted with his black skin.

After putting the shrimp on the coffee table, he gave me a lingering kiss as he sat down next to me. He raised his glass for a toast. "Welcome my love. May your visit be a memorable one." 

"Thank you Nate. They always are." 

We chatted about little things as we finished our champagne, but the air was charged with sexual tension. To me, champagne was an aphrodisiac, and I was gradually becoming more excited as I sipped my drink sitting next to this handsome, naked black man. I could see his penis start to twitch and grow just being in my presence. With my glass empty, I ate my peach slice. Nathan reached over and fed me his. His penis was beginning to stand upright as I licked his fingers, running my tongue around them and sucking several as if they were tiny penises themselves. I felt myself getting wet in anticipation.

Nathan slid closer so his bare thigh pressed against me. He placed an arm around my shoulders and we melted into a long, deep kiss. His tongue entered my mouth; mine followed his back. Our tongues danced as he started to fondle my breast through the thin fabric of my dress. My breasts are small so I usually went without a bra, making me all the more accessible to my lover. I submitted passively as his hands roamed over my body taking what liberties he desired, but my moans and my stroking of his head and neck begged him to continue. Although he was already naked, he drew out this foreplay. My nipples were taunt, stimulated by the friction of the thin fabric of my sun dress as Nathan passed his hands over them.

Eventually he untied and let my dress drop to my waist, giving him unencumbered access to my upper body. My breasts were very sensitive and as he fondled, nibbled and sucked on each of them I shuddered as a small orgasm overtook me. It was so erotic for me to see the contrast of his dark face against my pane white skin. He nibbled his way down my stomach, pausing to tongue my bellybutton. 

I raised my hips so he could slide my dress past my hips and over my legs. Reaching my vagina, he lowered his head and slowly ran his tongue around the outer lips, tasting the juices already running strong. He circled my vagina with his tongue, catching my clitoris with each pass. The more I moved my hips, the more attention he gave my clitoris. I clutched his kinky hair on the verge of another, stronger orgasm, and with that signal, he tongued my clitoris rapidly, driving me to another orgasm that spread in ripples out from my clitoris through my body.

He kept working his tongue inside me as I moaned and raised my hips to him, but by then I hungered to have him deep inside me. I needed to feel his hard penis filling my vagina. I pulled him up to me, and he obliged, kissing his way back up to my mouth. I could taste myself on him as he kissed me hard and deeply. At the same time he slid his penis completely into me. My butt was on the edge of the sofa and he towered over me as he thrust in and out in a slow rhythm. I reacted meeting his thrusts with my own, driving him deeper into me with each thrust. Soon I was starting to cum again from his slow, measured pace. Nathan was strong enough that he had no problem lifting me up still impaled on his hard shaft so that he was standing with only his strong legs supporting us both. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his thighs as I bounced up and down on his wonderful hard rod, quickening the tempo to match my quickening orgasms. My distended nipples rubbed against his chest, lubricated by our mingled sweat. My orgasms were reaching a crescendo, one after another, almost continuous, each greater than the last. The only thing left was to feel his hot cum pump inside me. 

I was lost in the lust of the moment. "I need you to cum inside me," I panted. "Please!" 

Soon I felt his whole body tense. We both paused as I felt him ejaculate; filling my vagina and womb with is seed. He seemed to cum forever; I could feel the small jerking motion that accompanies each jet of his sperm. 

He collapsed onto the couch, still hard inside me as I straddled him. I lay on him, my head on his shoulder, slick with sweat, for I don't know how long as we both caught our breath.

I was always amazed how long Nathan could stay hard. By the time we were both breathing normally, his penis was still stiff inside me. He lifted me off his well soaked manhood and moved behind me, entering me from the rear, that time lubricated by his own cum. I had the sofa to lean into as he repeatedly thrust into me. His pace was rapid and aggressive. Clutching my hips, he practically rammed us together. I could feel his balls slam against my clitoris with each thrust as I pushed my butt back to receive him fully. 

That modified doggie style was a favorite position of mine, and I loved it. I came again quickly. After I moaned through my orgasm, Nathan came too, stopping mid-stroke as he filled me with even more cum.

We rested, naked on the sofa, as we drank more of the champagne and feasted on the shrimp. Occasionally we fed each other. It had been several weeks since we last were together, and we each brought the other up to date with the happenings in our lives. After we finished the shrimp and champagne, I had a pleasant buzz. 

While feeling very full and satisfied, I felt I could still use just a little more of this handsome man. I begin to fondle Nathan's penis. Soon he was hard again, and I pulled him off the sofa by his penis to lie on the floor.

I straddled Nathan with my vagina just over his upright organ. I teased us both by brushing my labia against its head, sometimes allowing just the head to slip inside before I pulled away. He would raise his hips trying to follow me and stay inside. The head of his penis soon became shiny, lubricated by his own cum, left over from our last session and now flowing from my vagina along with my own sex juices. I placed my hands on his muscular shoulders to better facilitate my teasing. 

He began to tweak my nipples between his strong fingers. The more I teased, the harder his nipple play became. Before long, he was pinching and twisting hard enough to cause real pain. What surprised me was that I was becoming even more excited with the pain heightening my arousal. While it hurt, I didn't want him to stop. I kept sliding on and off his penis biting my lower lip; never letting more than just the head pass my labia, swollen from excitement. I was growing hornier by the second.

Finally, I could take it no longer. I again needed to feel him deep inside me. In one quick movement, I impaled myself on his shaft, letting it sink into my natural sheath. I watched as his gleaming black penis was enveloped inside me. I loved to watch his blackness disappear into my white body. I always found that sight extremely erotic, displaying as it did the joining of opposites, man and woman, black and white.

I felt his firmness expand my vagina until I could feel the tip touch my cervix as he reached full depth, filling me completely. I rode him with wild abandon. The nipple play was over, as we both engaged in serious love-making. 

Almost immediately orgasms overtook me in great waves as I bucked up, down and around on him. I heard myself half moaning, half screaming in ecstasy. I felt light-headed and dizzy, but my body craved more. He reacted with a rhythm and movement that drove me wild. It seemed forever until he came, and I kept riding one orgasm after another until he was finally limp inside me and I was completely exhausted. 

I slowed and stopped, still straddling him, his softening penis barely inside me. We rested that way until his soft penis dropped out of my soaking vagina. We had finally worked ourselves to fulfillment. 

Sex with Nathan was the best sex I had ever had, and having him as a lover added a dimension to my life that I never dreamed possible. First of all, he was a great physical specimen of a man. He was also a skilled, attentive and accomplished lover. We had been together enough by that time that we each knew what pleased the other, but not so much that our love making had become routine. To top it off, there was the element of the exotic and forbidden: interracial and extramarital sex. There was a special feeling that only Nathan could give me; we had a special bond.

I was amazed that my husband never tried to prevent me from seeing Nathan alone. At first, he might have objected, but I never asked his permission. I did however; always tell him afterwards in lurid detail what Nathan and I did together, which played to the voyeur in him. I also always made sure my husband knew that he was the man I loved and how much I admired him for having the self confidence to allow me to have a lover too.

Often I showered with Nathan before leaving, but that day I had other plans. After a while, I got up, retrieved my dress and slipped it on. I noticed bruises on my breasts and my nipples were tender from Nathan's rough attention so that the friction of the fabric hardened them again. They were quite noticeable as I kissed him good bye. It was already late, as Nathan and I had made love through most of the afternoon.

As I was about to kiss him goodbye, he surprised me by saying, "I love you and want you to stay here with me, always." He held me in his arms, tightly, reluctant to let go. 

I was at a loss for words. I didn't want to hurt him. I had no intention of leaving Tom, but I suddenly realized that I had very deep feelings for Nathan also, and that he had become more than just a sexual diversion. 

He offered no resistance as I freed myself from his embrace saying,"I need to go now Nate."