15 comments/ 50715 views/ 11 favorites Barbara's Two Rings By: abbhi I am happy the number of people who love the wife-sharing genre is constantly growing and so I am not going to be put off by those few prudes who pass rude comments yet read the stories all the same... *** As soon as the Tenders meeting was over, Roger walked quickly out of the hall and took the elevator to the reception lobby. He had a sense of foreboding. The way Sir Charles had been behaving rang an alarm in his mind. He had always felt diffident in the presence of Sir Charles. Charles had such a magnificent personality - his tall athletic figure, his thick wavy hair turned back and his clear baritone voice. All this had a daunting effect on Roger. And today, he had ignored Roger in the meeting but had talked quite animatedly with the Coronation reps. Roger tried to control the rising panic, and walked down the steps of Apex Inc. As dusk started gathering on the city that Friday evening, homeward traffic started clogging the road. He was lucky and spotted a taxi right at the curb. "The Plaza", he told the cabbie as he settled on the back seat, pulling out his cell phone to call his business and life partner Barbara. For the last two years Barbara had attended this meeting. This was the first time she had sent him to attend. Since their company, Orion, had successfully met the expectations of Apex, it had now become more of a formality than a real race for the prestigious contract. The chairman of the Tenders committee - Andy - had been very friendly with them, especially with Barbara, over these two years. "Hello, darling." Barbara's voice was cool and steady over the phone. "How did it go?" "I'm not sure.." Roger said and then hurriedly added, "We're tied with Coronation Electrical. They have quoted exactly the same sum as us." She sensed his agitation. This tender was crucial for their company "Relax, sweetheart," She said, "We haven't lost the tender yet." "No. But..." "What does the Board propose to do now?" Barbara as usual took the practical course of action. "They have decided to have one-on-one separate negotiations." "Good, so only ourselves and Coronation are in the race now, the others are out?" Roger wondered how she could always be so cool and composed. "Yes, dear," He said, already feeling a bit relaxed. Talking to Barbara always took away the tension from Roger's mind. "The negotiations will be held on Monday. They will interview us and Coronation one by one, and award the contract to the one offering lowest." "Sounds reasonable," Barbara commented. "But dear, Andy's down with some infection and at the last minute Sir Charles, the Chairman of the Company himself, has presided over this tender. I don't like the look of him. I have a gut feeling that he will favor Coronation". Roger whined. "Hmmm... Let's see. We met Sir Charles at Apex's 25th anniversary party, didn't we?. I will take his personal number from Andy." Roger remembered how Sir Charles had monopolized his wife the whole evening.. he was practically glued to her. But he felt she had not realized the graveness of the situation, with Andy gone, it was like starting afresh. After a moment's silence Barbara added, "I'm taking the next flight and coming over. You're staying at The Plaza?" He felt a great wave of relief wash over him. With Barbara around he would not have to do any worrying, she always took care of this kind of trouble. "Yes, in suite no. 8." He said. "See you tonight, then." She concluded the call. At last Roger felt relaxed. Her presence was always like an elixir to him. It had been so, right from when she had joined his firm as his secretary. His Orion Enterprises was a small firm then. He was 35 when he had quit his lucrative job at GE and ventured out on his own. But he soon discovered that his extraordinary intelligence, voluminous knowledge and innovative spirit were not enough to run a successful industry. He was basically an introvert, a shy person and totally lacked any communication skills. His tiny enterprise had just five people working for him and still he had managed to have labor trouble. He was always harried and snappy and had become very unpopular with his staff. It was around this time that he thought of hiring a secretary to reduce his work pressure, even if he could barely afford her salary. Barbara was the first candidate to walk in for the interview and eventually into his life. The moment this 20-year old girl walked in, exuding an aura of cool confidence, he knew he was going to hire her. Her excellent credentials were only incidental. It was her personality that had attracted him instantly. It was not just her physical attributes, though, like any man, he had been attracted by them too - she was a tall, dark-skinned, curvaceous brunette, with sparkling eyes and deep sensuality in her every movement and voice; it was the cool confidence that her presence evoked in him that strongly drew him to her. A spark was kindled instantly between them. He told her then and there that she was hired. Since she joined his tiny firm, it had grown steadily over the last three years. Their team had been a roaring success, with him handling the technical and she the business aspect. At the end of her first year, he had offered her partnership and they became joint owners of Orion Enterprises. It was at the end of the first month of her having joined Orion that they had become lovers. He vividly remembered the day he had returned frustrated from a visit to the bankers. They had been unwilling to extend further credit citing some stupid formalities. Barbara had sensed his suppressed rage and followed him in to his office. She stood close to him and tried to calm his nerves with soothing words. Tears suddenly rushed to his eyes. No one had been so kind to him since early childhood when he lost his mother in an automobile accident. His father was a hard man; when he married again Roger's life from then on had been a constant struggle. When Barbara had seen Roger agitated so much that day, she had automatically reached out to Roger and standing behind him started caressing his neck as he slumped in his chair. Slowly he relaxed and turned his face to her. She bent forward and they kissed briefly. Next moment, he stood up and pushed the chair away and they were locked in a tight breathless embrace in his office cabin. That evening they drove to his home. The moment he shut the front door, they had embraced again. She had taken control of the situation, she had undressed him and then herself. He had buried his head in her tight bosom and sucked on her nipples standing in the middle of the living room. She was the one who led him to the bedroom door. He was shy and she had to take the lead. She made him sit on the edge of his narrow bachelor's bed. She took his cock in her hands, lovingly caressing it to its maximum possible length. She drooled her saliva on it. It was a sight which excited him no end. Then she took position resting her hips on the edge of the bed, and opened herself for him. She directed him to stand between her thighs. A smile crossed her face as she saw his eyes going wide with excitement as he looked into her open pink pussy. He had seen woman's genitals on porn sites. But this was the first time he was seeing it in the flesh. His eyes were riveted to the smooth-shaven close up view offered to him. He looked longingly at the brownish lips on both sides joined in a protruding fold of skin on top. She let him ogle at her pussy for some time, then raising herself on her elbows, pulled him closer between her thighs and holding his cock between her deft fingers had guided his glans inside her pussy lips. From the way he awkwardly pressed in to her, she guessed he had never been inside a woman. He was so excited, he came within her very quickly after just a few strokes. Soon after he withdrew his drooping cock from inside her, he rested on the bed. He was totally exhausted by the intensity of the episode. She held him close and his face rested on her boobs. He soon went to sleep like a baby in her arms. Sometime later that night, he had woken up to find her caressing his cock under the sheets. He had been too drained by what was, for him, an exhausting session and wanted to go back to sleep. But she had managed to keep him on the verge of wakefulness by kneeling between his legs and gently kissing and sucking his limp cock, until it was somewhat hard once again. He had lain there on his back while she gave him an amazing blow job, clutching it in her fist and moving up down with slick sounds while her tongue circled its tip, then when his whole body went rigid as he ejaculated, she stuck her tongue out and licked up every drop of his release, which he realized was not much, second time around. When he had fallen asleep again, she had lain beside him, her thighs open and her fingers busy on herself until at last she too had fallen asleep. He had later confessed that he had been a virgin until then, hoping she would understand his lack of skill in pleasing her. For her part, she had honestly confessed to him that she had been initiated into sex at an early age by her neighbor's husband, who was twice her age. She told him frankly that after she had a taste of the wonderful world of sex, she had sought more lovers. The boys in her age group had been a disappointment, and she had then searched for experienced married men. In the beginning she had been slightly indiscriminate, but soon learned and took on a few talented and select men as her lovers. To some it would have been difficult to comprehend how, despite their apparent incompatibility in sexual appetite, skill and capability, Barbara had a very soft, caring and patient attitude towards Roger. And because of this attitude they had continued to be lovers and in turn that had a very positive effect on their work relation. Barbara's dynamic marketing got their firm the prestigious and highly profitable contract from Apex. They celebrated the occasion with a party for all the staff. That night, Roger had proposed to Barbara and she had accepted and they had married soon after. *** Roger was woken from the nap he had fallen into, by a knock on the door of the Plaza suite. Barbara had arrived while he had been dozing. The sight of his cool, confident wife gave him great comfort. She was well dressed though her hair was out of place after her hurried flight at the end of a hard day. He knew she would now take charge of the situation. They embraced and kissed lightly. She turned to business immediately, "Andy has given me Sir Charles' personal number. Let me see if he is available." She dialled the number. "Good morning," she said in the phone in her husky voice. "Oh, you recognized me," she smiled. She listened intently then, "Oh, yes... I understand. We'll be there. Surely." She shut the cell phone. Then turning to Roger, she said, "Come on sweetheart, we have to reach this cabin at a beach. Sir Charles will be joining us there by 10.00 p.m.for dinner. It's already past 9.00 And I need to take a shower before he arrives." He packed his bag quickly and they took a taxi to the beach cabin, which Sir Charles had arranged for them. Roger felt a strange excitement in Barbara as she sat next to him, their thighs touching and rubbing as they reclined on the back seat of the taxi. When they reached the beach resort, the reception confirmed that a double bedroom cabin was booked in their name and handed over a key. The cabin was on the farthest side of the resort, almost hidden behind a hillock covered with dense foliage. Roger carried their bags to the cabin. The cabin had a living area with a fireplace, a dining table on one side and two bedrooms. Both bedrooms overlooked the water. Barbara chose the smaller one for themselves nearer the front door. She opened her bag as soon as Roger set it down. She took out the beautiful two-piece satin dress he had given her as a gift when they visited Paris after their marriage. It was an exquisite dress with a wide gap between the two pieces, a short bottom which reached well above the knees and a very, very low neckline. She had worn it only once before - on their honeymoon. She took a thin semi-transparent bra and matching panties from the bag, then indicated that Roger should lay out the outfit for her to wear after shower. Just then her cell rang. She picked it up quickly. "Oh, is that so? No problem, we'll wait, Sir..." she said mildly and put down the phone. "Sir Charles has been delayed. It'll be another hour before he can reach here." There was disappointment in her voice. Roger became apprehensive. He always became flustered when his wife appeared disappointed. He tried to soothe her. "Let's use the time to get ready, dear," She said. "He'll come later, I'm sure," he tried to soothe her. "Hope Sir Charles arrives tonight." Roger detected suppressed excitement in her voice. She took off the business suit she was wearing and sat at the mirror in her undies, combing her hair, looking at her reflection. Then looking at him in the mirror, she handed him the hair brush. He stood behind and brushed her hair. After a few minutes she told him, "Darling please draw a bath for me..." Roger went obediently and filled the bath with hot water. When he returned to the bedroom, Barbara rose from her perch in front of the mirror, she turned her back to Roger and asked him to help her with the bra hook. After he had slid the bra off her shoulders he pulled her panties down. She walked nude to the bathroom. "Roger, please bring the scented water from my bag," She called out to him from the bath. He found the bottle and went to her. She asked him to pour some of it in the tub. Scented vapours rose and filled the room with fragrance. "Help me get ready for the meeting with Sir Charles, dear." She handed him the soap with a smile. With rising excitement, he sat on the edge of the tub and started spreading the lather over her lovely skin. His hands caressed her round shoulders, her arms. She bent a little forward so he could reach her back. Then she leaned back again and raised her arms. She giggled when he lathered her smooth shaven armpits. Then he started on her boobs, squeezing them as the smooth surface slipped from his palms. He kneaded her nipples. His hands moved lower on her belly, lingering on the belly button. Then he reached the small shaved mound just above the joint of her thighs. "You're such a sweetheart, helping your wife get ready for the evening," she said in her sexy voice as she raised one knee and opened herself for him to reach deeper. As he bent over and put his hands on her pussy, their lips touched. She kissed him, as his fingers delved deeper. Rubbing all over her pussy lips, her clit, the tight ring of her anus. She moaned as the soap cake slipped inside her vagina. Then she pushed his hand away. "Oh, dear, that's enough for now. I must be ready when Sir Charles arrives." she said with a sweetness to dispel his disappointment. "I know you're hard, dear," she said clutching and slightly pressing his cock beneath the trouser front. "But I promise you, you will have me afterwards." Was there a stress on the word 'afterwards', he wondered, and a strange excitement ran through him. It was an excitement he had not felt with such force before. She stepped out of the tub and turned to him. He took the towel and dried his wife's nude body admiring her smooth skin. He followed her. She sat in front of the mirror and asked him to spray her favourite scent on her, a bit more under her armpits and her crotch. It was a very expensive scent he had gifted her on their honeymoon. She lifted her hair so he could slip on a diamond necklace. She took out a belly piercing from her vanity box. It had a single and beautiful diamond. This she wore in her navel, inserting the tip in the piercing and snapping the ring shut. He watched with growing excitement. He had never seen her wear this, though he had found the hole on her one day, much after their marriage, while kissing her all over. He had asked her and she had promised to wear it on some special occasion. He realized with growing excitement that this meeting seemed to be a special occasion for her. She asked him to bring her clothes from where he had lain them. She made him put on the panties first, letting him caress her pussy while he adjusted them. Then the bra. Finally she wore the two-piece dress which displayed so exquisitely the beautiful diamond on her belly through the gap between top and skirt. He kissed it and she clasped her husband's head to herself, allowing him the pleasure. Then she pulled away, telling him he had better get dressed. She chose a light-weight suit for him and a dark tie. Her cell phone rang even as he was putting on the trousers. "He's coming," she said to her husband breathlessly. They waited, sitting on the sofa. When the knock on the door came at last, she signalled Roger to open it. Roger opened the door and thought how impressive Sir Charles looked. He was dressed in a beautifully tailored suit, his mane of wavy hair brushed back. He shook Roger's hand quickly but his eyes were searching for his wife. When he saw her coming towards him, he stepped in and clasped her hand in his large palm and kept holding it as they both moved towards the sofa. She made him sit on the double sofa, and sat next to him, while Roger took one of the chairs on the side, near his wife. Roger observed Sir Charles studying his wife's beauty with open appreciation. He saw his eyes travel from his wife's pretty face to the cleavage in her full bosom and lower to her belly diamond and then to her long shapely legs as she sat cross-legged next to him. Sir Charles took out a cigar from a case from his pocket. As he bit off the tip, Barbara looked at Roger, and he picked up the lighter on the stool and held it for Sir Charles to light the cigar. After they had exchanged pleasantries, Barbara asked Roger to open the champagne. He went to the side board and opened the frosted bottle. When he turned around he had an impression that his wife had shifted a bit closer to Sir Charles, their thighs almost touching. He poured the champagne and offered it to their guest and then his wife. Sir Charles took the glass without taking his eyes from Barbara. It was as if Roger did not exist for him, and he had come for a date with her only. Roger found he was more comfortable away from Sir Charles' piercing blue eyes and he sat quietly and unobtrusively on the side throughout. He observed with appreciation the ease with which his gorgeous wife engaged Sir Charles in light conversation. On his part Sir Charles seemed to be very much enjoying her company, taking note of Roger only to signal him for a refill. Barbara turned only once to Roger and asked him to switch on the stereo. Slow dance music flooded the room. As if on a cue, Sir Charles got up and went to the door leading to the deck overlooking the water. Barbara followed him, and Roger followed her. The moon had risen over the water, flooding the water and land with rich silver light. Sir Charles turned to Barbara, and bowed, "May I...?" "Of course!" Barbara was only too eager to oblige. They dance so well, Roger thought as he perched on the deck railing, watching the couple move to the slow sensuous music. Sir Charles' tall, broad, muscular figure towered over hers. Although Barbara was tall, she seemed frail near him. Slowly, almost imperceptibly Barbara moved close to Sir Charles, and he pulled her closer to him. Roger watched them dance, their eyes locked in each other's gaze. Several minutes passed in silence. Then Barbara turned to her husband and said softly, "Will you check with the reception, darling, see if they are sending the dinner over?" Barbara's Two Rings Without a word Roger left his perch and walked to the living room. He tried to call up the reception but found the internal phone was not working. He peered through the door to the deck and informed Barbara that he was going over to the resort office as the phone was down. "Thank you, darling, you're so sweet." Still lost in Sir Charles' eyes, Barbara replied without even turning to look at her husband. Roger left his wife dancing with Sir Charles and walked over to the Reception. He chased up the food Barbara had ordered earlier. When he returned the couple was still on the deck. He found his wife's cheek resting on Sir Charles's shoulder, while his hands were clasped on her back, one hand on the bare area between the top and bottom of the dress, the other on her hip. They were moving in perfect unison to the music, their bodies brushing against each other in a tight embrace. They did not bother to acknowledge his presence. Roger went back to the living room. He sat on the sofa and took deep breaths. He wanted to go back to the deck and watch their intimate dance again, but was not sure if Barbara wanted him to or not. After some time had passed, there was a knock on the door. He opened it to find room service - carrying trays of the ordered dinner. He asked them to leave it on the side table and paid them a good tip. When they had left, he went to the deck. Barbara and Sir Charles were still dancing in slow motion. He had her turned around now, so her back was pressed to him. He clasped her tight one of his hands was cupping her breast, the other caressing her belly-button jewel lightly. Barbara was reclining against his strong body, her head thrown back, her face upturned and her fingers laced at the back of his neck. Their lips were locked in a deep kiss. Even footsteps did not break their reverie. He went quite close to them. He did not know whether to interrupt or not. He was now so close to them, he could see his wife's mouth open and Sir Charles' tongue exploring her mouth in the bright moonlight. After what seemed like an eternity, Barbara broke the kiss with a sigh. She asked her husband without turning to him, her arms still caressing Sir Charles' neck, "Has the dinner arrived, darling?" Even as she spoke to her husband, Sir Charles kept his hands on her body without relaxing his tight hug from behind, brushing against her to the slow rhythm of the music. "Yes, dear, it'll get cold, please come in," He managed to say as he turned to the living room. The couple followed him inside. They had another round of drinks and then they had dinner standing, buffet style. Barbara and Sir Charles kept up the conversation and Roger preferred to concentrate on the food. After dinner, they settled back on the sofa, sipping their drinks. Barbara and Sir Charles sat side by side, his arm around her shoulders. Roger sat on the single seat as before. It was already midnight, past his usual bedtime. Then as he bent to put down his glass, Barbara gave her husband a sweet smile and asked, "If you're feeling sleepy, you can retire now, darling. Sir will have some more drinks and I will attend to him." Roger got up and wished 'good night' to Sir Charles who reciprocated with a smile. Barbara beckoned Roger and he bent down and she kissed him on the lips. He found strong scent of Sir Charles' cigar on her lips. Her fingers brushed against his crotch and he felt her caressing his hardness under the garment. She broke the kiss and whispered in his ear, "I'll come to you later". She smiled as she signalled him to leave with a slight nod. He turned and went to the smaller bedroom. As he lay on the bed, his ears were tuned to the sounds in the living room. There was silence for some time, only the sound of the soft music filtering in. Then he felt a jolt of excitement as he heard sounds of passionate kissing. Roger got up quietly and stood behind the door curtain, with darkness behind him. Sir Charles had pulled his wife in his lap and was squeezing her boobs. Then he started undressing Roger's wife and she started loosening his tie. He pushed her away a bit, and released the clasp on her dress top. She looked so lovely and desirable in her pink bra, the alluring jewel in her belly button shining brightly. Then Sir Charles stood up and pulled her to her feet. He put his hands up her skirt and started caressing her ass. She moaned and removed his jacket, then his shirt. Sir Charles broad shoulders and deep, hairy chest stood in stark contrast to Barbara's delicate frame. With a swift movement he undid her skirt and pushed it down her legs. Then with ease he lifted Roger's half-naked wife in his strong muscular arms and carried her to the master bedroom as Roger stood watching behind the curtain. Just before the couple entered the other room, Barbara looked over Sir Charles' shoulder at her husband's room, as if she knew he would be behind the curtain watching her being carried away. Her lips puckered and she blew a kiss in Roger's direction. He blew a kiss back, though he knew she could not see it. He undressed himself and lay on the bed. Roger could not sleep immediately. He had known all along he was inadequate to satisfy his wife's strong sexual needs. He had also guessed that she must often meet her lovers from before her marriage. On some evenings, she would tell him that she had some urgent work to finish at the office asking him to go home and say that she would follow later. Then she would arrive home very late at night. Invariably, on these occasions, he waited at home in a state of high excitement. When she returned he always found her unusually aroused. She made him touch and caress her, guiding his hands to her vagina and he invariably found it very slick. Neither of them had openly alluded to it, but both knew what had caused her vagina to be so. And today, he waited in excitement while his wife was with another man in the very next room. Eventually he drifted in to a half sleep, and saw in his dream exciting erotic images of his lovely, seductive wife embracing shadow figures of unmistakably strong, muscular nude males doing things he had never fully imagined before... Sounds from the next bedroom disturbed his sleep. He did not have to strain his ears much, as their voices carried quite clearly through the thin partition walls. He heard his wife moaning loudly. Roger found his own erection getting harder. Soon Sir Charles' grunts joined her excited voice. Roger had never heard his wife moan so passionately during their own love-making. Then he heard her words come through the partition wall, "Fuck me harder, harder, harder." He heard his wife cry out aloud a couple of times. Then more cries as the unmistakable rhythmic sounds of their union filtered in. Barbara cried out at last.. a long animal cry - and then there was silence for a while. Roger waited in the darkness, his erection on the verge of eruption. A mere touch of his palm would make him cum. But he controlled the urge. His wife had promised to come to him 'afterwards'. He heard conversation from the other bedroom - his wife's sexy, seductive voice and Sir Charles's deep voice. Many more minutes ticked away, and Roger heard the couple in the next room start fucking again. Roger had never imagined that a man could start fucking so soon again. But now he knew well that his wife needed a man like Sir Charles. He felt very happy for his wife. This time around it was Charles's grunts that he heard more than his wife's moans. Was she giving him a blow job? Roger imagined both scenes and saw his wife's satiated face, eyes half open, her body deriving the pleasures that only a strong man could give her. Judging from the sounds, he guessed Charles had cum again. Then there was a longer silence. Roger lay in the dark, listening to his own heartbeats, his cock erect and throbbing. He did not know when he drifted off to sleep, with vivid images of his wife moaning under Sir Charles strong muscular body. He woke up with a start as something brushed his cheek. For a moment he did not realize where he was. Then memory flooded his mind as he saw in the moonlight streaming in from the window, his naked wife standing next to his bed, gently waking him up. An exciting scent of recently secreted juices emanated from her. He moved over and she climbed in to the bed beside him. They kissed eagerly. The scent of semen was unmistakable. His tongue explored her lips, parting her mouth drawing in deep. He held her at arm's length to see her better. He found her body so soft and warm, her fair glowing skin moist to the touch. He found her so exciting in this condition. This woman, his wife, lying contentedly in his arms after a wild fuck with another man. He kissed her breasts and suck long on her hard nipples. His hand slid to her thighs, she parted them and his fingers entered her pussy. It was so slick and wet. As he pressed two fingers in they were drenched in the sticky stuff oozing out. "Did he...?" he whispered to her. "Yes, yes..." she whispered back. "and did you blow...?" She murmured her assent. Then she pulled him atop herself. "It's your turn now, my dear husband," she cooed, "Fuck me, quick darling. I have to be back with him, when he wakes up." Roger mounted her missionary style. He went in her so easily, deep in her vagina, its walls coated so well by Sir Charles's cum. A couple of dozen strokes and his cum shot in her already flooded vagina. As usual she held him within, tightening her thighs around him, as he lay panting atop her. After a while he got off her as she gently nudged him to lay by her side. Soon his eyes shut. When he woke up, he realized Barbara was moaning loudly again. He sat up in the bed. His wife had left the room. He was alone. Morning light was filtering in through the window. He heard Barbara saying erotic things to Sir Charles, her voice came quite loudly from the master bedroom. Then there was silence again. After a few minutes had passed. He heard Barbara calling out his name. He got up and picked a large bath towel, and went to them wrapping the towel around his waist. Barbara was in the bed, cuddled in Sir Charles's arms. They had drawn the sheets up to their waist, but her beautiful boobs were exposed, as was Charles's, deep muscular, hairy chest. Charles' hand was cupping one of her breasts and her erect nipple was protruding through his fingers. "Order some breakfast for us, sweetheart," she told Roger, her face flushed with excitement. He found the phone was working now and ordered eggs and bacon, toast and marmalade and tea. When he put the phone down, he heard them both in the master bedroom's bathroom. Barbara was giggling. He imagined Charles lathering her lovely body. Roger also took a shower in his bathroom and came out wearing a pair of jeans and t-shirt. When he came to the living room, the breakfast was already on the small dining table in the corner. Charles had started eating. He and Barbara were clad in large bath robes. As soon as Roger entered, Barbara led him to the table and they all had a good breakfast, topping it with cups of hot tea. After the breakfast, Charles sat on the sofa with Barbara. Barbara called Roger and made him sit next to her, so she was seated between the two men. Her hands fumbled to find Charles's and Roger's cocks; one hand on each. Roger undid his fly and she took his cock out. Roger reached under her robe to caress her boobs. Sir Charles parted her robe at the thighs and it fell open. Soon Barbara was sighing and moaning as the two men started pleasuring her body. She turned her face from one to the other, exchanging kisses with both of them. Barbara got up and knelt between Charles' legs. She pulled off his robe and his huge cock sprang into view. Roger's eyes were riveted on that magnificent cock. The length, the thickness, the veins standing out, the glistening dark pink head... He watched in fascination as she smothered it with kisses then let her saliva drool on it to wet it. She inserted the bulging head into her mouth and started sucking on it. Sir Charles slumped back in the sofa and shut his eyes in contentment, as Roger watched. Barbara's head was soon bobbing up and down fast as she sucked and at the same time her hands worked on Sir Charles's shaft. Charles grunted as he reached the climax. Barbara buried his cock deeper in her mouth and held it there. Roger saw the base of Charles's long, thick shaft pulsate as his cock ejaculated in her mouth. Then Barbara released Charles's cock and shifted to sit between her husband's legs. She pulled his jeans down and he wriggled out of them. His cock was half erect and she drooled some of Charles's cum from her mouth on to it and started rubbing it. Soon he was also erect, though his cock looked much smaller compared to Charles's. Barbara took his cock in her mouth with equal enthusiasm. Roger's cockhead felt the touch of Charles's sticky cum on her tongue. She did not have to rub his shaft too long and his cum also dripped in her mouth. She swallowed the double load with a smile and again took her seat between her husband and her new lover. Surprisingly this time around, Roger was not feeling drowsy as was his habit after ejaculation. The excitement of sharing his wife with this powerful man had kept him awake. Barbara sat naked between the two men. They each took one of her nipples in their mouths and sucked on them as their fingers explored the depths of her body together. She got up after a while and led the two men to the master bedroom. She knelt on the bed and Charles, who was erect already, entered her doggy style. Barbara asked her husband to kneel in front of her and she made him sit comfortably so his cock was in her lips. She licked it until it grew in her mouth, while Charles pounded her pussy with slow and deep strokes. Roger came first, and moved over to one side. He reclined on the bed and watched with fascination as Charles got into top gear, his thighs slapping against Barbara's ass as she moaned and bucked under him. Charles held her by the hair and turned her head upwards. Roger looked into his wife's eyes; they were full of deep pleasure. Her moans grew louder. At last, Charles came inside her. Then they separated and Barbara lay between the two naked men. Slowly Roger fell asleep while his wife slept in the arms of Sir Charles in the center of the large bed. When Roger woke, it was almost noon. He found himself alone on the bed. He heard Barbara's excited shouts and sound of splashing water. He got up and went to the window. She was out with Sir Charles in knee-deep water. They were both nude, shielded from the resort's office block and other cottages by the trees on the portion of beach jutting in to the sea. Charles was splashing water on her naked body and she was letting out peals of delighted laughter. Roger watched as Charles ran after her and caught Barbara in his arms. They started kissing and Charles led her in to waist-high water. She put her arms around his neck and his hands went under the water, probably to support her bottom, for soon he saw his wife's legs circle Charles body around the waist. He saw her raise her body and sink down again as she positioned herself and took Charles's cock inside her pussy. Then she started moving gently at first, as they fucked standing in waist-high water. The thought that anyone sauntering to the shore could see his wife fucking another man, strangely excited Roger. It surprised him that his cock could get hard within couple of hours of the last ejaculation. This had never happened to him before. The amorous union of his wife with Sir Charles had not only let to her sexual satisfaction, but had unleashed his sexuality as well. He saw his wife quicken the thrusts of her pelvis on Charles's cock, albeit hidden under water. She threw her head back and her body arched as she reached her climax. Then Charles carried her nude form in his mighty arms, still mounted on his muscular torso, her legs wrapped around him, all the way to the shore, and in to the hut. When they entered the cottage, he put her on the sofa. The three of them sat as before - Barbara between the two men. No one spoke for a while. Then Sir Charles spoke, addressing Roger directly for the first time. "Roger, you have such a wonderful woman as your wife. I want to take her as my wife." Roger's mind went blank with terror. He had just now thought that a new wonderful world of sex was opening for him, and now this sudden bolt from the blue. What did Sir Charles mean? He wanted to take his wife Barbara away from him? He could not imagine life without her. "But..." he heard Sir Charles say, as if from a distance. "I cannot do so, as my position in society will not allow it. So she will continue to be your wife on week days, and on weekends she will be my wife." Roger felt waves of relief wash over him mind as he heard this. "What he means, darling," Barbara intervened, "is that both of you will be my husbands." Roger only could whisper, "OK." The realization that he was going to be able to keep her and at the same time she was going to have her much needed sexual pleasures to her heart's content from this powerful man, gave him great comfort. But... he had another thought. The thought that came to his mind was so strange, he could not believe it. But he kept it to himself. Then they dressed as room service was due to bring in the lunch. Before lunch Sir Charles made a phone call to someone. The waiter set the lunch on a table on the deck overlooking the water. They lunched quietly, engrossed in their own thoughts, thinking about the happenings of the past night and the morning. Soon after lunch a messenger arrived with a small packet for Sir Charles. Charles signed and took the box. After lunch, they slept on the large master bed - Barbara spooning Roger and Charles spooning Barbara. When they woke, dusk was already setting in. Sir Charles had gone to the bathroom. Roger took the opportunity to express his secret thought to Barbara. After all, she was the only one he could tell this to. She listened to him patiently and then kissed him on the lips, assuring him that Sir Charles would surely consider his wish. They gathered in the living room, after freshening themselves up and dressing in casual clothes. It was then that Sir Charles announced he was going to wed Barbara in a private, secret ritual. Roger was so astonished, he could not say anything. Sir Charles led Barbara to the rug in front of the fire crackling in the grate. He started undressing Barbara. Then he asked her to undress Roger. While she did this, Charles got out of his own clothes. Once all were nude, Sir Charles asked Roger to stand in between him and Barbara, in front of the fire. Then in a formal voice, Charles proclaimed. "Do you Roger, give Barbara, your wife, to share with me in a secret marriage?" Roger was stunned for a moment. But he recovered fast and said, "Yes, I do." Then on an impulse he turned to Charles and asked, "Do you Sir Charles, take Barbara, my wife as our shared wife?" "Yes, I do." replied Sir Charles. Now smiling, Roger turned to his wife and asked, "Do you, Barbara, my wife, accept Sir Charles as your second husband in our nuptial bed?" "Yes, I do." said Barbara equally solemnly. Then she turned to Sir Charles and said, "Roger has a request..." Sir Charles raised his eyebrow. "Roger would like to join us in our bed, when we meet as husband and wife, on weekends." She explained. "He's found that seeing us both fucking, is very exciting. I know this is true, for the first time since our marriage, he has been able to fuck me twice within twelve hours." Sir Charles was quite amused at this revelation. He thought for a while. Then he said, "Alright.. but I have one condition." Barbara and Roger looked at him. Barbara's Two Rings "When Barbara decides to have a baby, I have the first claim to make her pregnant. I think she is on the pill right now? When she decides to have a baby, Roger will use protection until she conceives from my sperm." Roger had no alternative and he accepted the condition, Sir Charles made him proclaim it out aloud formally. Then Sir Charles ceremoniously proceeded to open the packet that had arrived by courier. It contained a jeweller's box. He opened it to show them the contents. A beautiful ring, quite similar to the wedding ring that Barbara was wearing on her finger, nestled in the red velvet within. Charles took Barbara's hand and placed the ring on her finger, as Roger clapped. Now Barbara was wearing two wedding rings. Sir Charles took one of her hands and Roger the other. They then gently laid her on the rug on her back. She opened her thighs. Sir Charles, as the new groom took the first turn. He consummated this extraordinary marriage, while Roger held Barbara's hand. After the newly-wed husband had ejaculated into her and withdrawn, he told her original husband, "It's your turn now." Roger was surprised that his cock was hard once again, so soon. He took his position between his wife's thighs and was about to enter her. Sir Charles said, "But... in my presence, you must not cum in her vagina. You may only push my semen deeper in her vagina. And pull out before you cum. You can ejaculate on any other part of her body." Roger nodded, he had no choice left now. Barbara was as much Sir Charles' wife, as his. He silently entered his wife, pushing the layer of cum already deposited there by her other husband, deeper inside her. He took deep breaths, stopping his thrusts to hold back his ejaculation. When he felt he could not hold it back any longer, he withdrew. Barbara called out to him to bring his cock to her mouth. He ejaculated into her mouth. He consummated this new wedding with his own wife, happy to accept his role as her junior husband. *** Next morning, as Roger waited in the foyer at Apex Inc., while the negotiations with Coronation proceeded in the Chairman's chamber, he felt very calm. This was a new experience for him. The events of the weekend had a profound effect on him. His discovery of his sexuality and that, for the first time in life, he had been able to have sex three times in 24 hours, had given him a new confidence. He shut his eyes and relived the exciting moments he had shared with his wife and her new husband, after the wedding. His reverie was broken by Sir Charles' secretary. She informed him that it was now Orion's turn to negotiate. He smiled to himself at the word 'turn', indeed taking the second 'turn' had been so exciting for him. As he got up, he received a message on his cell phone. It was from his dear wife Barbara. The message contained only the number 300. He understood that the Coronation had quoted above 300 million and he had to quote below that amount. Sir Charles must have conveyed it to Barbara as soon as the negotiations with Coronation were over. He entered the chamber with a new confidence in his step and met Sir Charles eyes squarely as he returned to his chair. Sir Charles was no longer a stranger with an intimidating personality. They were now partners in the most intimate area of their life - sharing one woman as their common wife. Sir Charles sat down at the large desk, looked around at his officers, then smiled at Roger congenially as he picked up the Orion file from his desk and said, "So, Roger, what is your best offer to take up this contract?" *** Thus began the story of Barbara, who now proudly wears two wedding rings on the same finger.