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Double Standards

By: hairy4135



This is a true story, it really happened to me.

My wife of 30 years, has always been the jealous type, I guess that is why it is so hard for me to under stand this. After we had been married for just a few years we attended a party with some of our friends at one point during the night my friend Peter and I were sitting around drinking beer and talking, after a while the subject of spouse swapping came up. Peter told me that he and Judy his wife had been in that life style for some time and they wanted Jo Ann and I to join them one night. 

I was all for it as Judy was one hot woman. I mean she was not a drop-dead knock out but she has something about her that turned me on. I told him, it would be all right with me. That is if Jo Ann could be convinced he told me that while he was talking to me his wife Judy was talking to Jo Ann.

After awhile the two women came over two where we were and my dick was rock hard in anticipation of getting in Judy's pants. But my hopes were dashed when Jo Ann said it was time to go, and Judy look at her husband and shock her head say "No dice." On the way home Jo and I talked she said although she was attracted to Peter she could not stand the thought of me with another woman. From that moment on I concerted the subject taboo and never brought it up again.

We went on like this for sometime, Jo Ann went back to school and got a nursing degree while I went to work for an Engineering firm. After she had been working at a large hospital we received an invitation to a birthday party for one of the doctors. It was to be held at the hospital after my wife's shift so I showed up there a little before.

When I arrived Jo Ann asked me to help Dr. Smith's wife bring up the cake so I walked down to the car with her to get it. We made pleasant conversation on the way down, and when we got to the car she asked if I wanted to see the other cake. Not fully understanding, I said "Sure." 

She opened the trunk and the box inside, and there it was a cake made in the shape of a woman's torso, with huge tits and wide spread legs with a hands pulling a pussy wide apart. All made of cake.

"It's for next week." She said smiling at my reaction. "I'm am treating Tom to a three way. If I can get another woman, to join us." She continued, as I look on dumbfounded. "Do you think Jo Ann would be interested?"

I looked at her with concern on my face, here was a very nice looking woman asking be if my wife would conceder fucking her and her husband. "I don't think so, we discussed this some years ago and she said no. I don't think she has changed her mind." I told her as we walked back with the cake.

"Do you mind if I ask her? After all my birthday is not too far off and I was hoping you could join Tom and I for my present." 

"No I don't think so." I answered not sure if I was doing the right thing. But quite sure what Jo would say. After that the subject was never brought up to me again so I assumed that she asked Jo Ann and he declined, little did I know.

About six month later I heard that Diana, and Dr. Smith were getting a divorce. I assumed that the life style was too much for one of them to except and did not dream that my lovely wife had anything to do with the break up, that is until I was going the ball field to watch one of my kids play ball. 

When I reached the park and was getting out of my truck Diana pulled up next to me, facing the opposite way, I had she pulled in so close to my door I stood there as she rolled down her window and stuck out her head. 

"Is you wife here?" she asked.

"No, she had to work." I replied confused.

"I really need to talk to her." 

"What about? Could I help you?"

"You know, I think I need to talk to you also. You heard about me and Tom, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I heard some, but I don't know all the details. Get in and let me tell every thing." She said. I walked around her SUV and climbed in the passenger's side. 

What follows is the account of what she told me with a little of my own imagination.

Diana had gone to my wife after talking to me at the hospital that night and made the proposition. Jo Ann agreed to meet them at their house and take part in her friends present with one condition. I was not to know nor and was I to be included in any later three ways. The arrangements were made for a night the next week while I was out of town on business. 

The evening began innocently enough, Jo Ann showed up at their house with a bottle of wine, and Diana made dinner. When her husband got home he was in for a big surprise. The two women meet him at the door with a glass of wine, dressed very sexy. After dinner the three retired to the bar by the pool. After a few drinks with Dr. Smith acting a bartender, and with music playing, the girls began to dance with each other.

As the two hot looking women rubbed their bodies together the doc watched becoming hornier and hornier. With him watching on Diana pulled my wife's love mound up tight on her thigh as she ran her on leg between Jo's legs the two dry humped each other for a while then Jo look at the doctor and said. "Lets get in the hot tub." 

"Ok, let me get my trunks." He replied.

"Oh no." the two women said in unisons, they each undid the strings at the top of their dresses and let them fall to the ground. Neither woman wore under garments. my wife's firm body glistened in the moonlight. She was always a fitness nut, she worked out walked 35 miles each day, Her perfect 36C breast stood high on her chest. Just below her flat stomach was a well-trimmed pubic area. Her hairs shaved in the shape of a hart. Compliments of me her unknowing husband, the ex-barber. 

The two women rushed to the doctor and undressed him, and then they led him to the hot tub and all three sat down with him in the middle. At first they sat and talked while drinking more wine, then Diana winked at Jo and lowered her hand beneath the water and wrapped it around her husband's extremely hard cock. She began to stroke it as he looked from woman to woman with a look of astonishment on his face. 

"Happy birthday." His wife whispered to him. Then she kissed him full on the mouth as my wife moved up closer to him brushing her breast against his upper body, she joined her hand with Diana's and the two women stroked his cock. 

They help him out of the water and sat him on the edge of the hot tub. Jo got on her knees in the tub and took his engorged cock head into her mouth while his wife held it at the base. The two women took turns sucking on his hard member, kissing around his cock as well as and playing with each other's beautiful tits. After sometime the two women broke off the cocksucking and stepped out of the hot tub, they dried each other off and hand in hand walked towards the house.

"We're going to bed. Are you going to join us?" Diana asked her excited husband.

By the time her reached the bedroom the two were entangled in each other's arms, he walked up to the bed and they parted allowing him to lie down between them. Diana crawled up the bed and straddled her husband's head lowering her moist cunt down onto his mouth. He wrapped his arms around her legs and began to eat her with enthusiasm. 

Jo Ann slid down and took his cock in her mouth and sucked on it moving her head up and down taking as much of it's length as she could. She would squeeze his shaft to keep him from cumming as he bucked his hips up to meet her worm mouth. The she stopped suck him and rose up. She threw her leg over his body facing his lovely wife and lowered herself down. Her wet cunt glided onto his hard cock and she rocked up and down on it holding onto his wife. The two women hugged, kissed and pressed their tits together. Diana reached between my wife's legs and teased her clit while she fucked her husband. 

"Oooooh yeah I love having my pussy sucked." Diana whispered to Jo Ann, as she kissed her ear. 

"Just wait until I show how it should be done." My wife told her. 

Dr. smith began to moan into his wife's cunt as he tried to hump his dick deeper into Jo Ann's. With the women holding on and loving each other he shot his load deep inside of my wife. Now all three were moaning and moving together as his limp dick oozed out of Jo Ann. Then the girls crawled off of him leaving him lying there with their juices covering his face and soft cock. 

Jo Ann positioned Diana on her back and straddled her head she allowed the her husband's deposit to drip from her cunt and into his wife's mouth before lowering her used pussy on her face. My wife then leaned forward and placed her mouth over the doctor's wife's pussy and the two women were eating each other out while he watched and stroked his limp dick.

The two women's bodies shock in consecutive orgasms while they lay together in the 69 positions. They lapped at their pussy licking up every drop of female cum that oozed out. All the while the doctor's cock was regaining it's life, and by the time the girl's orgasm had subsided he was ready for action again. 

My wife got up allowing him to crawl between his wife's wide spread legs, with Jo Ann's help he slide his dick deep into her and began to fuck it in and out. While he was fucking his wife my wife climbed back up on the bed and behind him, she lowered her head and licked at her cunt with his dick sliding in and out, cleaning her juices off of his cock. 

When she thought her was about to shoot his load she did something I could not believe, she pulled his ass cheeks apart and lowered her face between the mounds and inserted her tongue into his brown asshole. This caused him to drive down hard into his wife and blast her cunt full of his seed. 

After he had dumped himself into his wife he rolled off of her lying on his back exhausted. While my wife moved between her legs and began to eat the cream pie he had left. Once she had cleaned Diana's cunt up Jo Ann got out of bed and while the couple lay hugging together put on her dress, kissed them both and thanked them for a lovely even and left.

According to Diana, my wife returned the following night for a repeat and then one night when the doctor was called back to the hospital his wife came to our house and she and Jo Ann enjoyed each other and discussed introducing another male into the couples love making on Diana's birthday. And Jo Ann told her that she knew of a nice black man she could get to join them if she really wonted to, and arrangement's were made for the doctor's wife to meet my wife's friend.

I couldn't believe what this woman was telling me and would not have had she not shown me the pictures she printed off of her computer taken from the video action captured by her web cam, of the doc's birthday gift. I was dumbfounded. I asked her if my wife was the reason for her divorce. She told me in an indirect way. 

She said Jo Ann told her that we had an open marriage that is as far a she was concerned. In other words she could do as she pleased have as many lovers as she wanted but I could only have her. Which was not true, I just didn't know about all of her extra curricular activities.

She told me that they met with the black man and she made the arrangements to have him over to join she and her husband, but when she told Dr. Smith her threw a fit. It seems that after the good doctor got his birthday present and he enjoyed himself completely and even made it a point to do it again two or three times. But when it came time for his lovely wife to have another man join in with the two, he totally refused. He wanted to continue with the three sums with his wife and another woman but wanted no part of another man in the mix.

"So is that why you left him?" I asked. 

"No. After he refused, I went to Jo Ann complaining about it, so she set up a meeting with another man and I had my two men but we didn't include Tom." She told me. 

"Oh I see he left you." 

"Yes, I started seeing the black man regularly, God he was good."

"And the doc found out?"

"Yeah, that's what I want to talk to Jo Ann about. You see she found out that I was seeing bobby more often that she and she got mad at me. I think she told Tom when and where we were meeting and he caught us." 

"Oh shit you mean my wife has been fucking this black man?" 

"Yes, and I have the prove." She said handing me two DVD' s out of her purse. "Just take a look at these. "You know I would have done anything for him. Anyway, tell her I want to talk to her, I'm not mad at her I am just a little hurt, besides I would love to get with the two of you sometime, I always wanted to fuck you, but she wouldn't have it." With that she got out of my truck and back into her vehicle and was gone, leaving me there bewildered.

After the game, I took the kids to their grandmother's and I went to my office where I watched the videos of my wife with Diana and her husband, then Diana with the two black men and Jo Ann afterwards, then Jo Ann with the two black men, then Joann with another man. It seems my wife the love of my live, the person who always wanted to keep up with every moment of my life, was just a slut with double standards as far as out sex life goes.

Now here I am with the disks in my hand wandering whether or not I should confront her with them or just go on as we have hoping to get a little bit of information on her activities. If I confront her I could loss her something I don't think I am prepared to do. If I don't how can I live with the fact that she is fucking man after man and even women, when she expect me to be true only to her. What should I do? 

Please give me feed back and tell me what you think I should do.

Double Standards



My wife did not beat about the bush. "I think I am on the verge of starting an affair," she said as we were getting ready to go to bed.

Time stood still and I felt a deathly chill inside me. There was several seconds of silence as I scanned my memory banks for any male acquaintance who might be the villain but then the word 'starting' emerged from the turmoil of my mind to give me a glimmer of hope. "So you are not actually having sex with someone else already?"

"Not really - but I might if I see them again."

"How do you mean 'not really' - what exactly have you done?"

"There was kissing and a bit of touching."

"What kind of touching?"

"Only my breasts and it was outside my clothes."

"Did you touch him?"

"It was a her, not a him - but yes, I touched her the same way that she touched me."

I could have wept for joy. There was an urge to sing and I almost ran round the room tearing off my shirt in a footballer type show of elation. Zoë was a bit put out by reaction, "Why are you sitting grinning inanely at me for - what I've just told you is serious." 

It was impossible to stop laughing. "I thought it was a man. Oh God, I thought you meant a man. I was all set to kill the bastard - or kill myself. And after all that, you tell me that's all it is - you fancy mucking about a bit with another woman."

"Tony, Man or woman it will still be infidelity - I will still be having a physical relationship with a person other than you."

There was a stern edge to my wife's voice that sobered me slightly, but I was so overcome with relief that my answer was still flippant. "Come on though, it's hardly the same thing is it? I mean, no guy is going to be sticking his slimy dick up you and you won't be arriving home overflowing with his cum." "Expecting me to lick it out of you," I added crudely, having probably read too many Internet stories."

"Don't be disgusting - if you can't talk about this on an adult level then I am just going to go ahead without any further discussion."

"Sorry darling. I'm just happy that there is no danger of you leaving me. I can personally guarantee that you are not a lesbian so that is why I am not really worried. You are just a bit curious - anyway, from my point of view is seems quite natural that women should fancy each other; I'm just surprised that there is not a whole lot more of it going on. So you can have a bit of fun with my blessing - who is the lucky lady by the way?"

"It's Eleanor."

I nodded wisely. It just had to be - Eleanor was the wife of my best friend Jerry and she was very fanciable indeed. Two years ago when I was three years into an idyllic if slightly introverted marriage to Zoë, I bumped into Jerry on the south coast, Poole in Dorset to be precise. I was there on interview for a far better job (I didn't get it) and in the hotel bar that night, a voice said, "Don't I know you from somewhere?"

The guy facing me was a couple of inches taller than I and broadly built - he also had a good looking confident face. Had he not spoken my glance would have passed over him without a pause but now looking more keenly, he did seem vaguely familiar. When we compared personal details it came as no surprise to find that we both hailed from the same northern city but apart from that there seemed no reason why we should have come into contact previously. He told me his name and said that he worked on industrial applications for an international paint company, travelling the country and indeed the world as part of his job - which was why he was residing in that hotel on that particular night. My insurance office job moved me in different circles so the answer did not lie there and even working back through pastimes and hobbies until we reached school days revealed no potential point of contact. By this time we were sitting at a table and had bought each other drinks. Reduced to general chatting we both confessed to having 'lovely wives' and neither had ventured into fatherhood although he and his wife had been married two years longer than Zoë and I.

It was at this point that Jerry produced a wallet and flicked it open to reveal a head and shoulders portrait of his wife Eleanor. Instantly I was back standing in a queue at a supermarket checkout and avidly watching a woman at the next checkout whilst hoping Zoë would not notice the focus of my gaze. It was a very hot day and this very attractive woman, wearing a generously low cut top, kept bending over her trolley to transfer items to the moving belt. I was sweating profusely (nothing to do with the humidity) and my seriously stiff penis offered great opportunity for embarrassment when I tried to move. From then on every week I kept a special look out for this very desirable woman but although I spotted her most weeks she seemed to have switched to always wearing sweaters. This was possibly better news because I was unlikely to find myself in such fortuitous juxtaposition at the checkout again and the sweaters did afford a very arousing view of those glorious tits. Sometimes, when she had just come into the store or if we passed near the cold display, the disturbance to the smooth curve of her breasts showed that she had to have nipples like cherries. Forcing these memories back into their box, I asked my new friend, "When and where do you do your shopping?"

For a moment he was startled by the change of subject and then said with a laugh, "Asda, every Saturday morning, the same place and time as everybody in the world - or that's what it feels like when I'm in there." 

"That solves it," I told him. "Zoë and I shop there then too and I can remember seeing your wife in there - fairly tall (I almost said 'with beautiful breasts' but switched in time to 'I think she wears sweaters a lot'). Am I right?"

"That must be it," he agreed, pleased that we had solved the mystery, "Do you happen to have a picture of your wife on you?"

I produced my own wallet, pleased to have the chance to proudly display my own lovely Zoë. This too was a head and shoulders but after only a glance, Jerry said enthusiastically, "Oh yes, doesn't she always wear high heels and very tight trousers?" There was an awkward pause for a moment and then we exchanged complicit smiles at the fact that, although we could barely remember each other we both were able to instantly recall the physical attributes of the others spouse with almost photographic clarity. "We are both very lucky men," he concluded and I was happy to concur.

In some strange way a bond seemed to have formed between us. After a couple more pints, Jerry looked at his watch and said, "The evening is still young, what say you to finding ourselves a couple of willing wenches to keep us warm through the witching hour?"

"I thought you said that you were happily married," I shot back - I was almost prudishly shocked. "Maybe you didn't actually say that you were happily married but you definitely inferred it. Or did I just assume?"

"I am very happily married so you are not wrong - just coming up to seven years of marital bliss in fact. That does not mean that a bit of relaxation goes amiss when I get the chance. It's probably not the same for you but I spend an average of three nights away from home in some anonymous hotel. If I hadn't found a pleasant way to pass the time, I would have gone crazy long ago."

Even if I lived his life I doubt if I could behave like that because I loved Zoë far too much - my conscience would be too much to bear. It is too late to claim that I never looked at another woman because the anecdote related above would prove me wrong, I certainly looked (and often) but doing was a completely different matter. Why should I when for me Zoë was the most wonderful woman in the world? Petite with short black curly hair, she always wore high heels to compensate for lack of stature but these also served to enhance her most striking feature. I am a connoisseur of women viewed when walking away and I can say that my wife has the most perfect arse that I have ever seen. Her breasts could be larger but Zoë cleverly distracts from this deficiency by wearing tight trousers to enhance her prime asset. I am well aware that she receives more than her fair share of lascivious glances from passing males and most of the time this fills me more with pride than jealousy. I politely declined the invitation but stressed that I didn't want to spoil his fun. Jerry grinned and confessed that he might just manage to do without sex for one night, going on to suggest that we got ourselves blathered instead - and that is what we did.

Zoë and I bumped into the other couple at the supermarket a couple of weeks later - ironically standing in adjacent checkout queues. (Unfortunately Eleanor was wearing a sweater). Jerry greeted me like a long lost friend and suggested that we all four meet up in the café for a coffee. The two wives hit off straight away, forming a sisterhood and automatically combining to treat Jerry and me as errant small boys. From then on we became firm friends, eating out together, going to the theatre and socialising at each other homes, on an alternating weekly basis (whenever Jerry was available). They had a very nice house with a pool in the large garden but, as we only visited in the evening, we never got a chance to use it.

During these evenings Eleanor frequently wore low cut gowns so I have had plenty of opportunity to feast my eyes during the two years we have been friends. Jerry in his turn continued to fancy my wife - once I saw him standing slightly behind Zoë flexing his hand in frustration as he fought the desire to grasp her buttock. Over this time the two women seemed to grow closer together having found a natural rapport while Jerry and I maintained only a surface camaraderie, being basically two completely different types of men 

So of all the many women that Zoë might have chosen to consider having a lesbian affair with, Eleanor was the obvious candidate. "Tell me about it," I urged, smiling encouragingly.

"I think it really started when we all went to the Turkish bath last week. It was not very busy so Eleanor and myself were the only two in our part of the women's section. After a while I became aware that she was staring at my tits too much. I had looked at her, not just her breasts but all over but I did try to make it casual. She is probably not a natural blonde because her bush is nearly as dark as mine and it is not really a bush because she has trimmed it to a narrow strip. I think that is to do with her bikini line because they do holiday abroad a lot and of course they have that pool. I suppose that I did look at her breasts a lot because they really are lovely and she's got these fabulously large nipples. The point is that she caught me looking. I got terribly embarrassed and looked away but nothing was said." 

Zoë blushed at the memory and asked me to get her a drink before continuing. "This afternoon I drove round to see her as I usually do since it turned out that she and I have the same half day from work.

We chatted just as normal but it was different, kind of strained. Then suddenly, Eleanor sat forward and told me very seriously that she had been very happily married for seven years, that Jerry was very good in bed and that he had a very nice sized fat cock. I didn't understand why she had told me that but I came right back and pointed to her that we had been extremely happily married for five years and that you were a fabulous lover - I didn't mention that we both wished you had that bit extra down there."

That last was said with a small smile and reflected a familiar topic. During the first year after the wedding (or possibly while we were shacked up for those few months beforehand), Zoë was standing naked admiring herself in the mirror when she said, 'I could be very happy with my figure if I only had a couple more inches on my bust.' 'I would be happy with just an inch - as long as it was on the length of my prick,' I told her. 'So would I,' she came back like a shot, we both start laughing and since then it has been a kind of running joke throughout the marriage. [After that first humorous slur on my manhood Zoë had tried to make amends by saying, "You are a bit thicker than average and a shorter thicker penis is always better than a longer thinner one." I seldom brought this opinion back to mind because of the inevitable implication that she was a connoisseur on the subject] 

My wife took a gulp from her glass. "Eleanor suddenly stood up. I don't know why but I did too and next thing she has grabbed my arms and is pulling me against her. We must have embraced dozens of time before without noticing the body contact but this time I was very aware of how our breasts were pressing together; in fact I was conscious of her whole body. Then she kissed me. We have often kissed on the mouth before but not with lips parted and she has certainly never pushed her tongue in my mouth. It was as if I had been connected to the electricity supply because I felt sparks and tingles going off all over my body. I started kissing her back and we must have snogged for a solid ten minutes without coming up once for air. During that time she stroked my tits and I squeezed hers but it was when I felt her unhooking my bra that I suddenly saw sense and broke away. Eleanor thought she had got me, so she was a bit put out and asked why I didn't want her to make love to me anymore. I told her that I did want her to, I wanted it desperately, (I was so wet), but I said that her being a woman didn't make any difference because it was still infidelity and I had promised never to cheat on you. She asked if that was it but I said 'not necessarily' but I told her that I would not do anything else with her until I had spoken to you." 

"What did you think I would say?"

"I honestly didn't know but I hoped you would let me at least try. I nearly came home at that point but El persuaded me to stay and talk. She promised not to come anywhere near me and I'm glad because I'm not sure what would have happened if she had. Eleanor told me that she had been gay from when she was fifteen and started with a girl at school. Since then she had three long affairs with other females and lots of short encounters but did not go with a man until she was nineteen - her hymen had been broken by another girls finger long before but she was still technically a virgin that first time. Anyway, having discovered 'penis power' as Eleanor puts it, she decided that she was not going to be exclusively gay any more."

"Did she tell you anything about her long affairs," I asked, my imagination working overtime."

"A bit. Two were with older women. One was the mother of a straight school-friend - she used to sleep at the friend's house a lot when the father was working away and creep to the mother's bed in the middle of the night." 

"Does Jerry know that she was once gay?"

"She still is or at least bisexual and she's been with several women since she got married. Jerry knows everything and he doesn't mind a bit - he's a bit like you, the idea excites him more than anything. Apart from anything else he's pleased that she doesn't need to be lonely while he is away from home and of course it means that he has no worries about other men."

"So when do you want to start," I asked, bubbling with pleasurable anticipation.

"Jerry is away in Malaysia Wednesday and Thursday next week. I thought I might go round Wednesday evening - I have to work my half day next week so it will make up for not seeing her then.

"You really are a lovely man – I'll ring Eleanor now and give her the good news."

Nothing much more was said but in bed that night we enjoyed a prolonged and exuberant sex session.

As we lay embracing waiting for sleep in that delicious post-coital state, Zoë said thoughtfully, "Now that it is really going to happen, I'm a bit worried about whether I am going to enjoy it." I didn't reply and after a long pause she asked, "Aren't you at all worried that I might turn into a fully fledged dyke?"

"Darling, knowing how much you like cock, I don't think there is much chance of that," I told her, adding, (rather wittily I thought), "Even if you do pick up a passion for pie, I doubt if you will drop sausage from your diet completely." 

Enhanced sex followed every night up to and including the Tuesday preceding her date. That evening she had done a lot of heart searching, asking, "Am I doing the right thing?" or "Do you think it will change us?" and "You don't think it might get out of hand do you?" To all of these worries I furnished a laughing reassurance. On the night, after she had spent ages choosing what to wear for her special evening, I kissed her at the door as she left, with the instruction that she was to let herself have a really good time. At the last moment my wife hesitated and asked, "Are you sure that you don't mind Tony - there is still time to change your mind you know."

Easing her out of the door, I said, "No change of mind but I have got a couple of conditions - you must tell me everything that happens when you get home - and I would rather like to watch the pair of you at it some time."

"I will certainly tell you everything that you want to know but I can't promise on the other thing. I would certainly feel a bit shy having you watching and I've no idea what Eleanor will say but I will mention it to her."

Like Cinderella she was home just after midnight and moving in a kind of glow. "It was wonderful," she offered before I had the chance to ask but then said nothing more. As she sipped the cocoa that I had made for her I waited expectantly for the de-briefing but Zoë remained silent and when I prompted with 'Well?' she said, "Wait until we are in bed sweetheart - I would rather tell you about it with the light out."

In bed we lay side by side in the darkness. I was already very aroused and the tent-pole effect made it difficult to lie on my back but I was hesitant about turning towards my wife lest unwanted prods from my over eager organ should distract her from the story. "We started by just sitting and kissing on the couch. It is a lot different from kissing a man - Eleanor's tongue felt a lot softer and somehow quicker, it flicked about a lot sending shivers all over me. We felt each other up a bit but were both still fully dressed when she took me upstairs. She and Jerry have a fabulous bedroom and I doubt if there is another one like it even in Hollywood. The bed is king size and circular but it is not like a proper bed at all - it can be normal bed height or it can be made to sink until at the bottom of a three foot circular pit. Being really perverse, I reckon almost twenty people could sit round the lip watching someone perform in the centre. Oh yes, the bed also revolves. There is no furniture at all and the walls are all full length mirrors. The really kinky thing is that they aren't really mirrors at all, they are screens that can show images of what is happening on the bed sent by hidden cameras, so that it gives an effect of surround-sex. You have no idea how sexy it is lying on a revolving bed and seeing big pictures of what you are doing all round you."

I think that Zoë paused for possible questions but my mind was lost in the bedroom just described, watching my wife and her lush friend engaged in erotic embrace.

"We continued kissing standing by the bed and El started to undress me. As soon as I was naked, she started sucking on one of my tits so I tried to undress her in return but there was nothing to do because her clothes just fell off and she wasn't wearing panties at all. When she was removing mine it was one of the best bits. As she pushed them over my hips, she crouched trailing the tip of her tongue down my stomach - I thought she was going down on me then but she was saving that for later after the right build up. We stood facing. I still had my heels on, that was all but it meant that we were roughly the same height. Following her lead, we just let our tits lightly brush against and every time our nipples touched it felt as if a hot spark flew off and went straight between my legs. I was on fire by this time and if she had not pressed me onto the bed I think my legs might have collapsed. Eleanor leaned over dangling her wonderful breasts over my face - they are so big and firm and when I got a nipple into my mouth it was sheer heaven - honestly, if there had been any milk in there I could have kept on sucking forever. I think we kissed some more at this point - there was kissing after every different thing. Then she signalled with her hands that I was to lie still and started kissing and licking her way down my body. I knew straight away that it was building up to something special from the way she kept teasing me, advancing until I got so excited and then retreating again. By the time that her mouth was near my pussy, I had forced my legs so far apart that it hurt. Tony you are very good with your tongue on my love hole, in fact you are the best ever (not that very many boys went down on me before we met). What I am trying to say is, compared to Eleanor you know nothing. Sometimes you are so close to the right spot but when I mention it, you always seem to move to the right distance away but on the other side. Well El knew the exact spot every time and how long to lick and just the right moment for a little bite. I don't know how but I think she made my clitoris grow to twice its normal size. It was so much better than I had imagined and I don't think I stopped cumming from the moment her tongue first touched my twat until she crawled back up the bed to let me lick my own cunt juice from her face."




Double Standards



I had been fighting the urge but with my resolve weaken by what I was hearing I reached out to cup one pert breast in my hand. Zoë jumped as if my fingers had been red hot. "Please Tony, wait until I have finished, I can't combine you and her in my mind." After I had withdrawn my trespassing hand, Zoë continued, "After we had kissed some more, I knew that it was my turn. I worked down her body trying to do everything that she had done to me but I could not make it last nearly so long because I was so eager to find out what it was like. When I got in position, Eleanor's legs were as widely spread as mine had been and I was looking at the most wonderful sight in the world. There was the tuft of her pubes and just below that her vulva, looking just like one of those flesh eating plants with the inside all pink, red, moist and inviting. The smell was very strong, very like my own smell but different. At the very last moment I found that I could not move my head forward so I put my fingers inside her and I could feel her cunt sucking them right inside. After a few moments I pulled my fingers out and licked them. They were all slimy - that's the wrong word because slimy generally means nasty and this was just the opposite. It tasted so good that I abandoned my fingers and pushed my tongue as far as it would go inside her slit, desperate to get that wonderful nectar directly from the source. Once I had started licking and sucking I wanted to keep on and on. In the end she had to stop me, shuffling away and then actually forcing my head away from her twat. We kissed a lot more and then she showed me how to shag with a woman. I lay on top the missionary way but she positioned our clits so that they were touching and then we humped slowly until we had both had an orgasm. Then it was time for me to come home. In the car, I kept sniffing my fingers and licking the dried juice that was still on them. Tony, I don't think I have turned into a complete lesbian but doing it with another woman raises sex to a completely different level of experience." 

I was still very aroused but already beginning to re-assess the complacency with which I had sent my wife to the arms of another lover. We did have sex but it was a muted affair, deliberately so because Zoë had said, "You can fuck me but please try not to be too masculine while you are doing it." The next day my wife was more back in the real world but still found time to work in a request that I found impossible to refuse even though I now had grave reservations. "We took a bottle of wine to bed and did a lot of drinking as well as kissing. I was a bit over the limit when I drove home, so it would make more sense for me to stay at Eleanor's all night next time."

"I don't mind," I said, "Is there any chance of me coming with you to watch?"

"Sorry love, I did ask but El says sex is a wonderful thing, especially between women and to have spectators would reduce it to a tacky spectacle." 

Sex had almost returned to normal by the next night and we were back into full heterosexual passion two days later. I rather deliberately set about reorienting my wife's mind. A week later I was tormenting her by first getting her worked up, then freezing with my penis poised at the mouth of her cunt to ask "What do you like?" and only thrusting home when I got the right answer - an emphatic, 'I like cock.'

I had expected the lovers to have another dabble on the Wednesday afternoon but this time it was Eleanor who had to work through her half day so it was twelve days before work called Jerry to Germany and gave them chance for a second session. During the days leading up to this I will admit that my anticipation was muted by a degree of trepidation but by the time I saw Zoë off to continue her affair I had made my own preparations for the evening. I had called at a sex shop renting porn videos and hidden in the glove compartment of my car was one called 'Girls Dorm' and this I retrieved the moment that my wife was safely on her way. It was soft porn but contained plenty of entwined tongues and tit against tit and this was what I particularly liked. You are safe to assume that my mind superimposed the faces of Zoë and Eleanor onto those of the frolicking actresses.

The next day my wife was home before me and I gave her a quizzical glance, wondering if I would have to wait until bed and darkness before getting an update. Reading my mind, Zoë told me to sit down because she would tell me what I wanted to know straight away. She started by saying, "I was a bit silly after last time because I built it up into some kind of mystical experience but it wasn't - it was sex, wonderful, wonderful sex, but just sex all the same. I have loved every second of my time with Eleanor but I've got everything in perspective now and can talk about it with you looking at me."

"So what happened this time?"

"Exactly the same as before but we had far more time. We may have dozed a couple of times during the night but apart from that I don't think we ever stopped. That's the thing about women with women, it's continuous. She has an orgasm then I have an orgasm, then we do something that lets us both cum at the same time and then we start everything again. With you and me we have fairly long periods of heavy-duty activity but then there is an even longer period of waiting while you recharge your batteries. Even then there are very few of these heavy-duty periods - seldom more than a couple and that's the big difference. Women making love to women is also very oral although we do use our fingers a lot as well. There is absolutely nowhere on each other that El and I don't lick or poke our tongues. One thing was different this time and I will tell you about it. Eleanor doesn't believe in double dildoes or any kind of artificial penis. She says that they are for hard core lesbians without any access to a real man and that doesn't apply to either her or me. What she has got is something called love beads. We put half the string up her pussy and the rest up mine, then we press against each other kiss and rub tits and it feels fantastic. The trouble is that they keep coming out, sometimes her sometimes me, and then we have to stop to push them back but that is a whole lot of fun by itself. The best bit of all is when we take them out because we turn the string round and then lick and suck the balls. I suck the ones that have been in her and vice versa, both of us working towards the centre until our tongues touch. " 

After listening to that I was steaming but, despite having got everything 'in perspective' Zoë still made me wait all evening until bedtime before letting me fuck her. A couple of nights later we had a social evening with us playing host. All night I watched the two women and was filled with admiration because neither by word glance or touch did they give sign of their special relationship. Jerry was the same as ever, quite openly lusting after my wife's bum and I was probably the most stilted of the four, feeling unbearably complacent about my secret knowledge.

Exactly a week later, Jerry was in Bangkok and this time I got two videos, 'Women's penitentiary' and 'Pussy Galore'. The first was hard core and contained a prolonged and very erotic scene where a young offender was forcibly converted to the pleasures of lesbianism by a crowd of hard bitten but still very attractive older women.

The following evening, Zoë reported, "It was a bit bizarre last night and I think I might have to make you wait until bedtime before telling you about it."

She couldn't just pique my curiosity like that and then leave me hanging," Give me a clue," I begged.

"It had to do with weeing."

"Weeing?"

"Urination - you know pissing."

"What happened?"

"Well it was after we had been making love for a bit," Zoë started, settling herself comfortably on the settee. We had been drinking a lot and I needed to go but when I got up El followed me. I thought it was going to be the same as the week before - we watched each other sitting on the loo but I forgot to tell you about that. In the bathroom she steered me away from the WC and we both got into the bath. I had to stand with my legs apart while she knelt between them, leaning back so that her chin was resting against my mound. Then she told me to let it go. I tried and at first I couldn't but then it all came out in a rush. It was fantastic looking down a seeing the golden yellow liquid spreading all over her fabulous breasts and rushing in a small torrent down the valley in between. Then it was my turn. I got into position between her legs the way she had done and just as she started I ducked my head and deliberately got some in my mouth. Then I just knelt there and enjoyed it. It was wonderful watching the wee gush out of her and feel it running all over me. In my mind it was coming out of her, running down to disappear between my legs and then going into my hole. I don't know whether it was the thought or the sensation but I had a massive orgasm - I was cumming so hard that I had to hang onto her legs because I was shaking all over. Afterwards we licked the others tits for a bit and then got in the shower to take it in turns to make each other soapy."

I could tell from her eyes that my wife was very aroused just from recounting this. "There was something else that was new," she said after a few moments when she was a bit calmer. "On the bed we fitted ourselves together like two-pronged forks." Zoë illustrated for me using the index and forefingers of both hands. "We both pulled our cunts open as far as they would go and then pressed ourselves together. There was not a lot we could do in that position except lie there but both of us had a really big cum just from knowing that our insides were touching."

Is it any wonder that I went through life thinking about sex and this was not just at home with my wife but at the office as well? My work started to suffer. For example I would be sitting at my desk and the image of a described incident would flash before my eyes. This invariably result in a massive erection, making me have to sit and kill time waiting for it to subside before it was safe to walk about without risk of embarrassment." I was on a constant high and sex with Zoë was absolutely brilliant. It was beyond dispute that letting her have this fling was proving to be the best thing that I had ever done. 

Italy was the reason for Jerry's next absence from home and my video was the hardcore 'Porn stars in private'. This was certainly raunchy and I did enjoy it but it consisted of mainly heterosexual action - I had possibly been misled by the fact that the composite on the video case showed three pairs of females and a trio. When we spoke the next evening my wife declared from the outset that there had only been one new activity - "and that took place in the bathroom," she added significantly. "We had been drinking lager for a change and when we got to the bathroom there was this soft rubber mattress in the bottom of the bath. Eleanor got us lying on the mattress in the forks position exactly like last week but this time, when she gave the signal we both started pissing at the same time. It blew my mind feeling her urine hitting me there, I could feel it going inside me and I suppose that some of mine went into 

her. El had made us drink a lot of beer so we carried on squirting for a very long time and both of us kept cumming for so long that we finished up crying with the pleasure."

The above took only minutes to relate so Zoë kept me happy by telling of activities previously described. Concluding she said, "Jerry will not be abroad again until he has four days in Hong King the week after next." My heart sank to hear that I would need to wait a fortnight to feed what was becoming a growing addiction. I had become despondent too soon because she went on to say, " - But he's driving to a call in the north of Scotland next week and that will mean him being away from home on the Wednesday night."

I just missed a video called 'Lesbian fantasy - 100% all girl action so I booked it for the following week and took instead one titled, 'Girls are doing it to themselves'. It turned out to be the best so far so I was especially eager to hear of my wife's activities next day. At my prompting she said, "I will tell you everything but I don't think that you are going to be very happy hearing about it this time."

"I am pretty broad minded by now," I murmured encouragingly.

"Jerry came back from Scotland unexpectedly and caught us at it. He had got two thirds of the way there when they rang his mobile to say that his meeting was cancelled - so instead of stopping somewhere he turned round and drove all the way back." A smile flickered across my wife's face as she went on, "Outside the house he could see a flickering light from the screens in the bedroom so he crept upstairs very quietly expecting to catch El with another man. Seeing it was me changed things and I think he had been spying on us for quite a while before he spoke."

"God - what did he say?"

"Nothing much, in fact he must very like you because he just told us to carry on - as long he could watch and then sat himself down on the lip of the pit."

"You're right, I'm not very happy to hear this." That was a vast understatement because I was afflicted by the most intense envy that I have ever experienced in my life. For weeks I had been craving such a sight and here was lucky Jerry just blundering in on the show of his life. "I hope to God that you didn't carry on."

"Yes we did. Eleanor and I had got ourselves pretty hot by then and having Jerry playing voyeur made it even more exciting. I'll admit that only a short while later I began to change that opinion because Jerry had removed all his clothes and was sitting there naked. He was very aroused and I could see that his cock was every bit as big as Eleanor said it was - in fact, looking up at it from my viewpoint it looked really enormous. He had become a distraction because, despite myself, I kept glancing in his direction every minute or so when I should have been concentrating on what El and me were doing to each other. That is why I was so pleased to get my head between her legs so that I couldn't see him anymore. Eleanor is very athletic and she arches herself backwards into a sort of crab limbo position. I get on my elbows and knees between her legs - it's just perfect angle for gobbling and I was right in the middle of getting her really wound up when it happened."

"What happened?"

"Jerry moved up behind and put his penis in me. I was wide open and very wet so it went right in to the hilt with only one shove. It was partly my fault because my back end was up in the air and my cunny must have been winking at him."

"What," I yelled, filled with rage at the effrontery of the bastard, "I hope you told the louse where he gets off?"

"I couldn't really. When El is getting close, she moves her legs one at a time so that the backs of her thighs rest on my shoulders on either side of my head. The moment that Jerry slid it into me, El started cumming and clamped her legs shut. Sometimes it is nearly three minutes before she releases the headlock and by that time I am nearly suffocating. When I could breathe properly again, Jerry had already done a lot of thrusting. I couldn't throw him off physically and I doubted if he would stop just because I asked nicely, so I thought I might as well let him finish his fuck, not realising quite how long he would keep on going. I had a big orgasm just before he came but at the time I told myself that this was from what I was doing to Eleanor." 

The stuffing was completely knocked out of me. It was bad enough to think that the filthy swine had put his dick inside for even a moment but now the fact that he had enjoyed a complete fuck and squirted his cum inside my wife was intolerable to even contemplate. "What happened next," I asked quietly, my voice giving ample evidence of my despair.

"We just carried on but instead of there being just being the two of us it was a threesome. Eleanor wasn't bothered and I had enjoyed him doing me so I thought 'Why not' - I mean, as far as you were concerned, the damage had already been done'. Before morning Jerry screwed me another three or four times - he's very virile and that's probably something to do with his exceptionally large testicles. On top of that, El and I took it in turns to suck him off. I won, in that the spunk came into my mouth first but I transferred it to her in a kiss and then she gave it back. We kept on passing it backwards and forwards until nothing was left and we had swallowed it between us."

If Zoë had sounded at all contrite I might have felt slightly better about it but she was too damned happy. "You are just a whore - a cheating fucking whore."

"Tony - you told me that I could if I wanted."

"I told you that you could have sex with Eleanor - not him."

"What is the difference? I told you right at the start that, as far as I was concerned, for me to have sex with another woman was as much infidelity as if it were a man. But you still wanted me to carry on - in fact you almost pushed me into it as if you had a private agenda. Well I am glad that you did because I had a wonderful time - to twist your rather clever form of words, I've had plenty of pie and also a large very satisfying sausage, all in one fabulous meal."

There was nothing I could say because I had given permission. The trouble was that my wife seemed to have taken limited licence to have a relationship with her friend as carte blanche to fuck anybody she fancied. How could I convince her that there is a vast difference between a woman's tongue and a guy's dick? For the moment I pretended to have accepted the situation and changed the subject slightly by asking, "When you planning to see Eleanor again?"

"Monday night."

"Will Jerry have gone to Hong Kong by then?"

"I don't know - probably," she said, looking at me with over-acted innocence."

"Or have you brought it forward by two days specifically so that he can fuck you again?"

"It was Eleanor's idea to bring it forward."

"Answer the question - will Jerry be there on Monday night or won't he?" I shouted.

"Yes he will," Zoë shouted back with equal heat. "I don't see why not because I enjoy fucking him. I'm always going to like licking cunt from now on but you were right when you said that I would always be a 'cock girl'. That is definitely what I am - especially when the cock in question is the superb piece of equipment that Jerry keeps between his legs."

That was the last word that was spoken for well over two hours. My wife busied herself around the house with a self righteous expression on her face while I sat slumped in sullen dejection. As it got round to almost time for bed, Zoë tried to make peace. Pausing by my chair she dangled her arm so that her fingers were brushing the back of my hand. "I wish that you weren't taking this so badly Tony," she said.

"If you were in my position you would feel exactly the same."

"I wouldn't though," she said earnestly, crouching by the chair and clutching my hand. "I can't get my head round why you are so upset."

"It's very simple - you let my best friend fuck you - lots of times."

"That is what I don't understand because you seemed to get such a boost out of me having sex with El. Tony, if you had asked my permission to have sex with one of our friends I would not have given it. It would not have mattered if it was Jerry stuffing his dick into you or you putting yours into Eleanor - I just would not have wanted to share you. After that first kiss with El, I badly wanted more. I had to ask but I fully expected you to refuse and I would have respected that. You not only gave your permission but actively encouraged me, so I naturally assumed that you were far less possessive than me. I wanted Eleanor so it was easy to change my principles and start believing that casual infidelity was not important. If you are having sex with someone other than your partner and they make you feel fantastic, I can't see that it makes any difference whether they are male or female - but you apparently do."




Double Standards



I did not think that I could make her see why that difference was so important to me so instead I asked, "What if I withdrew my permission now, would you stop seeing Jerry?" I paused and then before she had time to answer I tried to sweeten the pill by adding, "It doesn't matter whether you continue to sleep with Eleanor or not."

"Don't you see - I can't give either of them up now. I tried to make it easier for you by playing down the real effect that Jerry had on me. When he first put his cock into me it was a revelation. From the instant of penetration I had fireworks going off all over me - I said that I had a big orgasm but the fact is that it blew me to smithereens. Tony I want more of that, lots of it."

"What are exactly are you saying?"

"I'm saying nothing really - life will just go on as it has done."

"You're not going to have an affair with him, sneaking off and fucking him whenever you get the chance?"

"I promise there will be no affair in private but this is how it is going to be. Leaving Wednesday afternoons apart, almost once a week for the past two months I've been going to spend the night having fantastic sex with Eleanor and the following day I return to you. From now on I will be going over to their house with the same frequency, having fantastic sex with both of them and still return to you the next the next day. You absolutely revelled in the first scenario and I can't understand why you find the second so repulsive but you will have to learn to live with it." 

Zoë made us a hot drink, there was some artificial and desultory conversation about other things and then we went to bed. We made love except that there was little love and it was not really sex either. I was so conscious of my rival's cock having been up there only hours before that I had trouble maintaining erection and I suspect that my wife was only giving me a sympathy fuck as an act of charity. It was beneficial in that, while waiting for sleep, I was able to ask, "What is so special about Jerry?"

"His cock is two inches longer than yours and appreciably thicker but that is not the only thing that makes him good in bed. He is rough enough to feed the female fantasy of ravishment but at the same time he has enough sensitivity to understand every nuance of a woman's sexual arousal and so take her to the peak of ecstasy. He is good, very good, I'm not going to hide that from you but I am certainly not going to leave you for him any more than I am going to run off with Eleanor. Neither of them would run with me for a start - it may seem difficult to believe but they actually have a very strong marriage." 

During the intervening week before her next visit to our friends house things did get almost back to normal without ever being properly relaxed and on the mid two days we engaged in enjoyable sex before I seized up again as the dreaded night approached. Seeing her off at the door I made a valiant effort and told her to enjoy herself. Zoë rewarded me with a very loving kiss and whispered, "It's only physical and means nothing - remember that."

After she had gone I produced a bottle of whiskey and risked alcoholic poisoning as I drank myself into oblivion. Next morning I awoke still sprawled on the settee and turned up at work over an hour late with my face cut to pieces from clumsy shaving. That evening my wife cooked my favourite. I was at pains to talk on only neutral subjects and I could tell that she was fighting hard to suppress an exuberance left over from her night of passion. Sitting in front of the muted TV with fifteen minutes before the start of anything remotely watchable, Zoë suddenly said, "I'm not sure what to say. Whenever I've been with El you were eager to know all the gory details but I don't know if you want me to tell you about last night or not."

I did not know either. "Tell me a bit and if I decide that I don't want to know I'll tell you," I said.

"Jerry didn't do much with El and she did not bother with him either so that meant that both of them concentrated on me. It's kind of special having sex with two people when you are the centre of attention, especially when one of them is male and the other female." Even hearing this caused me to clench my teeth and Zoë took this as enough sign of distress to stop talking. There was a heavy silence for two or three minutes and then she said, "Oh yes - they confessed that they tricked me into letting Jerry seduce me. The whole thing was planned and he never even set out for Scotland."

Instead of anger, I had the thought that this duplicity was sufficient reason for Zoë to drop the pair of them but one glance at my wife smiling indulgently at the subterfuge told me that this was a vain hope. 

"I said that they had a very strong marriage and the fact that Eleanor actually helped him to have me proves it," she went on. "El knows all about his other women and he knows all about hers. On occasion when he has picked up some woman that he thinks El might like, he brings her home and then finds an excuse to leave them alone to see if anything will develop. I reckon Eleanor was just repaying him for that."

I got an update on this after the two women's afternoon liaison the following Wednesday. "El says that Jerry wanted to fuck me from the first time that we met in the supermarket. When we all started to be friends he got even keener but she told him that he hadn't got a chance in hell of getting into my pants - she told him that because she fancied me too and didn't want him trying something that would ruin the friendship. Then, when she and I started seeing each other and she knew how passionate I was, she began to think that Jerry had a chance. You see, I hadn't actually told her that you knew about us so she assumed that if I would cheat with one I would cheat with the other. She was worried that I might start fucking him on the side - so she helped so that it was out in the open."

"Was she correct in that assumption?" I had to ask.

"No she was completely wrong. I did not actually like Jerry very much because basically he is not such a nice person - it was only when I saw the size of his cock that I realised that I wanted him."

Everything added up sent me into a really deep lasting depression and it seemed that nothing could shake me out of it. My wife really tried. "I hate to say this but I think you need to have an affair, it's only fair after all," she offered one day. "I thought of taking you along with me but that's no good because Eleanor won't open her legs to any male except her husband and I know you would hate watching him have the lions share of me. I'm not saying that I would show any preference but, even if you started off having equal shares, Jerry is bound to be still going long after you have packed up. So the only answer is for you to find yourself a fresh woman. If you don't fancy going on the pick up you can pay for a prostitute - I don't mean some half hour whore but more the call girl type who will give you a really good time. It will be expensive but we can afford it and anything is worth trying if it will make you a bit happier."

I said that I would consider the idea but had no intention of doing so. The suggestion actually depressed me because it showed that my wife was thinking long term and to be honest, I had been mounting a campaign of perceived misery hoping that it would jog my wife's conscience enough for her to abandon the extra-marital activities. After that I forced myself to cheer up (at least on the surface) and made myself adopt the old adage of accepting what I could not change. On her 'nights away' I still resorted to alcohol but without the excess of that first time. We still made love but without anything of our former passion and after one singularly lack lustre effort by me, Zoë had to remark, "I wouldn't break you know if you wanted to show a bit of enthusiasm." Another occasion on one of my better nights she lay back and said in a sexily inviting voice, "You don't do the old cunnilingus anymore and you used to enjoy it so much." Then when I made no move she tried to encourage me by saying, "Don't be put off by El being better at it than you, she does have the advantage of being a woman." It had nothing to do with Eleanor - I just couldn't face putting my mouth where his cock had been, even if that were several days before. 

This tenuous equilibrium was broken when Zoë let slip that Eleanor and Jerry had wanted to start up the social evenings again. "I had to tell them that you knew about the sex and that you were not at all happy about it," she said. From then on I had horrific visions of the three sitting about naked, laughing at me. I think it was the first night she was away after that, I found myself pacing from room to room, unable to settle, unwilling to force bitter tasting whiskey down my throat and possibly with thoughts of suicide at the back of my mind. On a whim I jumped in the car and drove round to park near Jerry's house. For some strange reason, watching the flickering lights on their bedroom ceiling brought me a kind of peace. At two o'clock in the morning I was cold, thirsty and I had run out of cigarettes (I had started again after having kicked the habit for over four years). I abandoned my vigil that night but from then I went better prepared with a flask of coffee, a pack of twenty - and rather ludicrously a bag of cream line toffees.

During these long nights in the car I sometimes dozed a bit and always left at first light so was able to catch a couple of hours sleep at home but was extremely tired the next night. I don't think my wife ever noticed how quickly I fell asleep because she too was pretty exhausted from her nocturnal exertions. My stake-outs were invariably very boring but one night I was startled by a car pulling out of their drive and before ducking down I was able to recognise Eleanor at the wheel. I could have died because it meant that Zoë and Jerry were alone. I stayed on watch far longer than I should, constantly trembling with a mixture of anger and frustration but Eleanor had not returned by the time I had to leave.

I was unable to concentrate at work, stumbling about with barely suppressed rage and I was still seething when I saw my wife that evening. "What happened last night," I demanded, completely ignoring her smile of welcome.

"You know what happened, what usually happens," she said with a sigh of resignation. "I hope you are not going into all that again."

"Don't lie. It wasn't usual at all because Eleanor left the house just before midnight," I shot back.

Zoë was startled. "How the dickens do you know that?"

"Because I was parked outside the house watching and I saw her go with my own eyes."

My wife shook her head pityingly. "You are turning into a rather sad man."

"You can't get out of this by slagging me," I snarled. "You lied - you promised that you would never be alone with him."

"I promised that I would not sneak off with him to some sleazy hotel in secret. Just because Eleanor decides she has a better offer and leaves me with him doesn't mean that I have to lose my night of sex with Jerry."

Despite myself I was intrigued. "Where did she go?"

"She went to see a twenty year old Swedish air hostess called Helga. They met when Eleanor was delivering some documents to a businessman in his hotel suite. In the corridor she saw Helga walking towards her and they both stopped and looked at each other. Then, when the girl turned and returned to her room, Eleanor followed and had her tongue up the girl's snatch before they had exchanged even a single word. El says that the girl is tall, slim and beautiful with tits just like hers; she is also very blonde with the hair on her pussy so fair and fine that you can hardly see it. I am going to be introduced to her next Wednesday afternoon."

"Don't you mind?"

"I admit that I got very jealous at first - but not about Eleanor and the girl. I asked if she planned to introduce Helga to Jerry but she isn't. El claims that Helga isn't really into men at all - she's expected to fuck the cockpit crew as part of the job but that is all the dicking she wants." 

"So you are willing to share Eleanor with another girl but not your real lover," I interpreted bitterly.

"If you must know Yes. I can tell you as well that I was pleased when El left me and him alone. I love Jerry fucking me so much that the obligation to stop El from feeling left out has started to become a bit of a drag. I had a fantastic night having that fabulous cock all to myself - but finding out now that you were outside the house all the time is just plain sick."

I sat in my chair quivering - I might have been crying as well. My wife stood in front of me. I saw different emotions cross her face but then she steeled herself and said in a detached voice, "This is probably not the best time to tell you this but Jerry and Eleanor are going to Greece for a fortnight at the end of the month. They have asked me to go with them and I want to."

I had been afraid of something like this. "How badly do you want to go?"

"Very badly. The thought of them out there without me would drive me crazy and I can't bear the prospect of not being with Jerry for two whole weeks."

The question had been in my mind for a while but I had kept putting it off. Even now the words were difficult to say. "Do you love him?"

"I don't know."

"Do you still love me?"

"I think I do."

This new dimension to my personal crisis restored a bit of pride. Frustrated I let my irritation show. "You are just dodging the issue. Surely it's black or white - you either love someone or you don't." 

"Tony you're wrong - it's nothing like as simple as that. Don't you think I haven't thought of almost nothing else for the past two months trying to get everything sorted out in my mind?"

"What's to think about?"

"There is intellectual love, there is physical love and I don't know which of those is real love. On an intellectual level there is no doubt that I love you. "You are an attractive man, you are kind, considerate and thoughtful and you have kept me happy and contented for the past five years - so what is there not to love. What I can't decide now is if I love you because it fits the accepted progression - do I love you only because I have told myself that I must love you, given the person you are. On the other hand, Jerry is overbearing, inconsiderate and selfish with nothing very loveable about him but my heart lifts whenever I see him and I get part of that feeling just by thinking about him. Is that love or is it only anticipation or remembrance of the divine way I feel when he has got his cock inside me? I care about you and I suffer for what this has got to be doing to you, so if caring is the definition of love then it is still you that I love."

My wife had dredged deep inside herself to give me that answer and I respected her honesty but no matter how I looked at it the underlying message was bleak. Clutching at straws I asked, "You said you have been happy and contented - doesn't that count for anything anymore?"

Zoë swallowed and then looking straight into my eyes she said. "I used to think that happiness and contentment were what everybody was striving for - the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. I am not sure that I don't still subscribe to that view but, I am certainly not contented now, mainly because of worrying about you. The point is that I don't think I could go back to how things were even if I could because I have never felt so alive in my life as I do right now."

I took Zoë to the airport but said my goodbyes before she walked over to join the other two at the check-in desk. Although it was hard, I put on a brave face, smiling and telling her to 'have a good time' but deep down I half believed that she was leaving me forever. On the way home I called at a massage parlour seeking ease from the knotted up feeling in the back of my neck but when prompted by the very attractive masseuse (who was displaying a mouth-watering amount of cleavage), I subscribed for the full range of 'extras'. This giving way to temptation must have broken the dam because for the next fortnight I fucked a different woman every day, handing over varying amounts of cash for the privilege. My commercial conquests ranged from street girls to high priced hookers but while the latter undoubtedly provided the most civilised and satisfying sex, I derived an inordinate amount of excitement driving round the red light district, making my selection from amongst the different tarts displaying their wares. 

Twice I enjoyed wonderful sex with escorts, (with one the cost of the meal was more than the fuck) and the intensity of the experience helped me see that good sex has not necessarily anything to do with love. One night I paid two girls to put on a show for me and then fucked one of them - I had actually paid to stick my dick in both but could not get it up again within my allotted time. On another occasion I picked up one who had a pitch which was just outside the park, allowing her to perform in shrubbery only a short walk away. I immediately tried to go down on her but she demurred, telling me that she did only straight sex. Doubling her fee disposed of the limitation but she still had the decency to warn that I was not her first punter. I asked how long since the other one left to be laughingly told, "I'm surprised that you didn't bump into him." This did not make any difference because it was something that I had to do. Over the two weeks I exorcised a lot of demons but finished up with a deleted bank balance and a large parcel of guilt when I went to collect Zoë on her return.

You are possibly surprised by that last paragraph but I have to point out that, apart from my first dabble in the passage parlour, I pursued the rest of those activities as a deliberate strategy. You see, after a lot of heart-searching, I finally had admitted that it was not that pair of seducers stealing my wife's love but me actually throwing it away. It was the guilt trip I put on her with my constant looks of reproach that was poisoning our relationship. Her dalliance with Eleanor had actually enhanced our sex life and it was my reaction to Jerry becoming part of the equation that had spoiled everything - had I been able to welcome him as I had his wife then everything would still be fine. So I spent my week of freedom deliberately making myself as bad as Zoë, partly as a matter of pride but mainly to absolve her from guilt. Despite the cost I was resolved to greet her infidelities with a laugh and even welcome the start of social reasons because what woman can respect, let alone love, a man who portrays himself as a wimp and a sad loser.

As part of this new resolve I waited at the arrivals gate prepared to greet Jerry and Eleanor as they came through together but it was still a pleasant surprise when Zoë walked through by herself. She ran forward, gave me a big kiss and said how much she had missed me. Ironically I had missed here less during her absence than when she was still at home but I dutifully told her, "I missed you too." I was eager to tell of my misbehaviour and establish the basis of our new life but waited until she was settled back in her own house before saying, "There is something I have got to tell you." 

"And I've got something to tell you," she replied, "I think you will be pleased." There was a moment of awkwardness as we waited to see who would speak first but then, out of long habit, I ceded the floor to her. "It's all over - I won't be going to see either El or Jerry ever again."

My mind was so full of my own delayed confession that at first the import of what she had told me failed to sink in and I did not exhibit the joy that she must have expected her news to bring me. "Why? Have you fallen out? Was there a big row?" I eventually stuttered."




Double Standards



"No - it just ran out of steam. At first I was upset when they started to ignore me but then I suddenly saw that I had been caught up in six months of madness and I also realised that neither of them were very nice people after all. They should never have taken me with them and I don't really know why they did. The first five days were fantastic, in fact everything that I had hoped they would be but then everything changed."

"What happened to cause that?" I prompted.

"Helga turned up," Zoë said bitterly. "Going back, when Eleanor first told me about Helga she said that my taste was chocolate fudge, she thought of her own as caramel but Helga was pure vanilla. 'You are really going to love her," El said and I was really looking forward to our first meeting. That Wednesday her flight was cancelled and there was never another mention of us three getting together - I know Helga did not get many layover's in this country but I did start to suspect that Eleanor had changed her mind and was keeping Helga to herself. Then, six days into the fortnight, Helga suddenly arrived on the island for a week's holiday and Eleanor just cleared off to share the Swedish girl's bed leaving me with Jerry. At one time that would have suited me down to the ground but I had already begun to notice his limitations."

"So you spent the rest of the holiday just with him?" I asked, making myself smile cheerfully and suppressing the gut wrench feeling in accordance with my new philosophy.

"That would not have suited me at all by then but it apparently it didn't suit Jerry either because he cleared of as well after another couple of days. Tony I've got to tell you about Jerry. At first he seems like the best thing since sliced bread but after a time his appeal starts to wear a bit thin. For a start he never uses his tongue either for kissing or you know what. His sex technique seems fantastic at first but he follows exactly the same game plan every time - he is not at all versatile like you. He is perfect for a once a week thing and I reckon that he is a wow with new conquests but to be honest, I was getting rather bored by him and I was pleased when he went."

"So you spent the second week just sitting around waiting to come home."

"Not really," Zoë told me looking away. "I screwed around quite a bit - you see it seemed important to show that I didn't need them for my entertainment. I can't remember much about the men except that one was a local with a cock even bigger than Jerry's. Last night was fun though. I took on two lads; both of them were under twenty and came from somewhere in Wales. They were very enthusiastic but both rather inexperienced - I had a great time and it is nice to think that I gave them a rather special memory. Well that's how I felt last night but on the plane I realised that I had been selfishly trying to ease my hurt feelings and as a result I've been a complete slut and made your forgiveness even harder to expect." 

"I don't mind," I told her.

Zoë stepped forward and gave me a very loving kiss. "You do mind and you are entitled to," she said softly. "For the last six months I have behaved like a selfish cow and I don't know how you have managed to put up with me. I feel so ashamed because you have, you have been like a rock - and you have remained completely faithful when it would have served me right for you to give as good as you got. I won't ever cheat on you again."

This was a lovely speech and what I had wanted to hear for so long but at that moment it left me with my big confession placed permanently on hold and a large hole in my bank account that needed to be filled without her knowing about it. 

It is a year since the events related above and this is the 'happy ever after' update. We are both happy and Zoë is even more passionate than at the height of her affair with Eleanor. There are only two small blots on the landscape. My wife has made friends with a young married woman across the street called Mavis. Mavis is either at my home on Wednesdays when I get home or there are signs that she has been and evenings when the lady's husband is not home, Zoë often says, "I think I'll pop over and keep Mavis company for a couple of hours." On a different front, she now often works late when previously her hours were set in stone and last month, for some reason, she had to accompany one of her bosses to a weekend conference on the south coast. All this could be perfectly innocent but I have developed a rather suspicious mind. Zoë would certainly tell me the truth if I asked but I won't - I just don't want to know.