19 comments/ 75233 views/ 3 favorites Here's Where the Fun Begins By: HarryHaversackers While this story is intended to stand alone, you may wish to read "Happy Birthday, Sweetheart" to learn what led Don and Marilyn to the point where this tale begins. * A bit better than a year ago, I'd caught Mar - my wife, Marilyn - cheating on me with her brother. The affair hadn't been going on for long, but it still took me some effort to get past her infidelity. The alternative was to split up, and that wasn't an option as far as I was concerned. I love her too damn much, and I know she feels the same. She's gone to great lengths to make amends for her actions, so we're headed in the right direction, and it's going well. Although she couldn't give me a solid answer as to why she had fucked around on me, I was pretty sure it all started with a bit of boredom and a lack of excitement in our love life, and after some discussion, she agreed with my assessment. Some months afterwards, thinking that we still lacked that excitement, I had suggested that we consider swinging or opening our marriage to include others, as a means of spicing things up. Mar wasn't very enthusiastic. She had concerns about two things, one being that she'd be cheating on me again by meeting and having sex with another man. I told her that, if she did invite another man into her bed, it could only happen with my knowledge, and when it did happen, it would be with my permission. With permission granted, it would not be cheating, but consensual. Her second worry, and the one that I had more difficulty convincing her to accept my word on, was that she could lose me to a woman that I might hook up with. She didn't seem to be as confident in the solidity of our marriage as I was. I reminded her that I had gone through hell to keep our union intact after her infidelity, and wasn't about to jump ship after almost twenty five years together. In addition, I told her, the same rules applied to me as to her, and I'd have to have her OK to pursue any strange pussy. She was skeptical about the idea, but over time, and a lot of sexy pillow talk, she came to like the idea. However, it was a huge leap from talking about it to actually doing it, and because it wasn't an item that was hot on our marital agenda, it didn't seem to be going anywhere. That changed one Friday evening, not long ago, as we sat together watching our favorite crime drama on the tube. As the program wrapped up, Mar leaned over and kissed me tenderly, and whispered, "I think I'm ready to do it." I had no idea what she meant. "Huh? Do what?" "You know, what we've been talking about for ages." It suddenly clicked, and I knew, but I wanted her say it, so I played it coyly. "What's that?" "You know, what we talk about in bed sometimes..." I could see this back and forth was frustrating her a bit. Her innate modesty kept her from saying the words easily, but if she was going to go out and actually do the dirty deed, I though she should at least be able to say the words, and that's exactly what I told her. "You have to say it, Sweetheart." She blushed bright red, and with her eyes downcast, she whispered. "... let another man fuck me." She looked up at me and smiled shyly, "There, I said it. I've decided that... I mean that I know a man I'd like to.... have sex with." "I think that's great," I chimed, "Who's the lucky guy?" She wasn't ready for such a positive response from me. "Are you really sure about this?" she queried. I nodded. "Is he a nice guy? You wouldn't be putting yourself in danger in any way, would you?" "Of course not. I've known him for several years, and he's a great guy and a really nice person." "You're sure?" I asked, knowing that Mar was a darned good judge of people. "Yup" she replied. "That's all I need to know." I went on, "but... if he's that great, you're not going to fall for him, and leave me, are you?" That comment drew a painful punch on the shoulder. "Bastard!" she looked angry. "I'll never love anyone but you." I looked into her eyes. "That's my one fear with this, Mar. There's always a small chance that you could fall for him? If that started to happen, I'd want you to tell me and then stop seeing him before it got out of hand. Do you promise to do that for me?" She looked at me, and stood, turned and straddled me, and gave me the longest, most passionate kiss we'd had in a long time. "Does that answer your question, Buster?" she said when we finally pulled apart. I felt reassured and went back to our earlier topic. "So, who is this lucky dude, where do you know him from? Give me the scoop on the guy who's going to be experiencing your hot body." She blushed again. "His name is Larry Spears, he's a sales rep for one of my suppliers, and I've been dealing with him for almost five years. Actually I don't handle the parts his company supplies any more. Melissa does now, but we worked together for so long, he still calls to chat regularly and always stops to spend some time with me when he's in the office." She paused, then went on. "As I said, he's very nice. He's always a gentleman, not like a couple of the salesmen that call on me. They're lecherous creeps, always staring at my breasts instead of looking me in the eye." She scowled, thinking of them, and then carried on. "I think he's in his late thirties or early forties, about the same height as you, maybe a bit heavier, dirty blond hair and clean shaven." "So, is he good looking?" I asked. "Quite." Mar replied enthusiastically. "I mean he's no movie star, but quite handsome. Why? Does it matter?" "No, not at all. I just want to be able to visualize the guy who's gonna be banging my wife." That got me another punch in the shoulder. "You're awful!" I made as if I were offended by her treatment, and she responded with an "I'm sorry" and another nice kiss. I took the opportunity to cup her breasts and squeeze them gently. "I'm sure he'll like these." "Hmmm, that's nice. I hope he likes them. I'm going to rub them all over his face. Ooh, that sounds like fun." She paused. "How do you feel about that?" "Are you trying to make me jealous?" I kidded her. She just smiled. "I think a little jealousy might be warranted. I'm going to be very naughty." So when are you going to meet him?" I asked. "I'm not really sure. I've just decided today that he's the one, after chatting on the phone with him. I suppose I should give some thought to the logistics of this." I looked at her. "Wait! You mean you don't even know if he'll be interested? I'm sure any man in his right mind would want to have sex with you, but what... Is he married? What if he's gay?" She looked at me like I was a complete moron. "No, he's not gay. And even though he's always been a perfect gentlemen, I can tell by the way he looks at me that he.... You're a guy. I've seen you do it. You know how guys, nice guys, try to be subtle when they're checking out a woman. But you're still guys, and subtlety isn't your strong suit." She laughed. " I've known from the first time I met him that he'd like to get into my pants." She sat for a short while and thought before continuing. "Larry will be in town next week for his regular visit. He always offers to take Melissa and I out for lunch, but I'm going to suggest that I can't make it for lunch and make myself available for dinner. If nothing else, I'll have an opportunity to talk privately with him, and we'll see how it goes from there. Oh, and yes, to answer your question, I'm pretty sure he's married." She paused and frowned. "That's the only thing I don't like about this. He'll be cheating on his wife." Mar didn't talk about Larry's impending visit for the balance of the week. We made love a couple of times, but she just gave me an enigmatic smile each time I tried to steer the post-coital conversation toward Larry. I got the feeling she was keeping me on edge as much as she was herself. He was due in later in the day Monday and would be in Mar's office on and off until the end of the day on Tuesday. He had several meetings with the company's engineering staff planned, in addition to calls that he had scheduled with other customers in the area. Mar came home from work at the end of the day on Monday in a foul mood. In addition to having a completely shitty day, she hadn't been able to talk to Larry, and wondered if she would. I tried to make her feel better. "Look, sweetheart, if you don't get an opportunity to get together with him this time, there will always be other opportunities." "I know that!" she snapped at me. Then, softening her tone, "I'm sorry, Don, it's just that I don't know if I'll get the nerve up again to try this another time." I wrapped my arms around her tightly. "It won't be the end of the world if it never happens, will it?" "No, of course not, but once I got my nerve up, I was actually looking forward to it. It made me excited to think about it." Mar went off to work the next morning as usual. Just after two, I sat back down at my desk after a long and unproductive meeting. The voice mail light on my phone was blinking. It was Mar, and she was speaking in a sultry whisper. "Hi, Lover. I'm calling to let you know that I won't be home for supper. I have a... date. Don't wait up." Click! I smiled. The little minx was gonna do it. "I hope she has fun." I thought. My evening at home, in front of the TV, dragged on terribly. When Mar wasn't home by ten, I was pretty sure that Larry was fucking her, and it prompted a hollow feeling in my gut. Mar's comment about jealousy was right on the mark. I hadn't anticipated this. I wondered if his equipment was longer, fatter, or harder than mine and if he was giving her better orgasms than I did. Was this really such a great idea? "It's a little late to be thinking of that." I said to the news anchor on the TV, and trundled myself off to bed. Not surprisingly, I couldn't sleep. Visions of my wife wantonly riding a faceless man passed through my head. At some point I drifted off, only to be wakened by Mar slipping into bed. I checked the clock-radio. It was after two. I was instantly erect and rolled over and took her in my arms and kissed her. She tasted of his aftershave and of sex. "Did he fuck you good?" I whispered. "Mmmm, several times. I was a very bad girl." "Can I interest you in one more go?" I asked quietly and directed her hand to my hard-on. "I'm sorry, Honey. I'm too sore to do it again tonight. Let me suck you." She slid down under the covers. It was obvious that she was tired and wanted me to finish quickly. That wasn't a problem for me, I was wound up tighter than a cheap watch. She slid her warm lips up and down the length of my shaft several times, then, with just the head in her mouth, sucked hard and gently squeezed my balls until I flooded her mouth. She came up from under the sheet and gave me a slick, semen flavoured kiss. Knowing Mar, and her fondness for sucking cock, I was sure mine wasn't the only come she'd tasted tonight. "I love you so much, Don. Thank you for encouraging me to do this. It was wonderful, but I've got to get some sleep. I'll tell you all about it tomorrow." We were both suffering from lack of sleep in the morning, Mar worse that I, but that didn't seem to affect her mood. She wandered into the kitchen, with a silly little smile on her face, just after the coffee was ready, and gave me a warm hug and a peck on the lips. "Good morning, Love. Did you sleep well? At least, after I came to bed? I sure dropped off quickly after my late night snack." She licked her lips provocatively and gave me a grin. It was past our usual time to leave for work, so we had to rush to get out the door. "I'll phone you a little later." she called as she drove away. Mar was true to her word and called just after noon. "Hi, Babe. I'm taking my lunch outside today." Her office has a couple of picnic tables situated in a sunny courtyard, out of the wind, for the employees to use. "and I'm alone. I just wanted to tell you I love you, and thank you again for last night." I chuckled. "I'm thinking that you should be thanking Larry, not me." "I thought of that, too." she replied, "I tried to reach him on his cell this morning, but he wasn't answering. I left him a voice mail." "Nothing too raunchy, I hope. After all, it's probably his business phone." She giggled. "I told him I enjoyed his presentation and that I was looking forward to his next visit." "So, you want to do it again, do you?" "That's OK, isn't it. I didn't think that you'd mind, especially when I tell you about the conversation we had." "About what?" I asked. "Gotta go. Somebody's coming to eat their lunch. I'll talk to you at home tonight. Love you..." My curiosity had certainly been piqued. I couldn't think of anything that might involve me except... "Hmmm, maybe..." I thought, "that would be interesting. I wonder if she's thinking about a threesome with him. That could get pretty exciting." Mar arrived home about fifteen minutes after I did. We busied ourselves making a light supper, ate it at a leisurely pace and then retired to the family room. Mar stretched out on the couch, using my lap as her pillow. I stroked her hair and caressed her face, then slid my hand lower to cup a breast. She looked up into my eyes and then asked. "You OK?" "Very much so. Why do you ask?" You really haven't said much about my evening with Larry, and I just wanted to be sure you're still OK with it. "Well, to tell you the truth, I was having some doubts last night while you were gone, but those pretty much evaporated once you were home and close to me." She looked at me lovingly. "Oh, baby..." She put her hand over mine and held it tightly to her breast. "Why? You know I love you and only you. There was nothing to worry about." I pulled my hand from under hers and caressed her face again. "We all have our insecurities, when it comes down to the crunch, and last night was the crunch..." "I suppose telling you that I want to see him again didn't help, did it? I'll tell you about the conversation I had with Larry at dinner last night a little later. First, I'm sure want to hear all the nasty stuff, don't you?" Rather than answer directly, I slipped my hand down to her crotch and cupped her mons and smiled. "You bet. I want to hear how well he fucked your hot little box. Didn't you say you did the nasty several times? I bet you're still as juicy as can be." She stuck her tongue out at me. "You really are awful, you know." then giggled. "If you really must know, we made love twice, and then just before I left his room, I sucked him to one more orgasm." My reaction to her use of 'made love' must have been more evident than I thought it was, because she was up and holding me in an instant. "Does that bother you?" I pretended I didn't know what she meant. "Don't worry, Baby. I'm not about to run off with him." She held me tight and kissed me. "But I won't be anything less than honest with you. Some of what happened last night was just fucking, but before we were done we did make love, too. I did some thinking driving home last night. I decided that I do have feelings for Larry. That's why I chose him in the first place. I realized that I couldn't do this with just anybody. I have to have some connection with my lover before going to bed with him. To go into a bar and pick up a man for sex... I just couldn't do it. No way. Do you understand what I'm saying?" I understood exactly what she was saying. "I pretty much knew that you'd need that closeness. That's why I asked you to let me know if it happened." I smiled and looked into her eyes. "Remind me never to suggest that you have sex with someone you see every day." I paused. "So tell me about the evening from the beginning." Mar Takes Over the Narrative Larry showed up early on Tuesday morning, just in time for his meeting with George and the other engineers. He gave me a friendly wink as he passed my office and then was gone. It was almost two hours later when he strolled down the hall with a coffee in his hand and stuck his head in the door. "Hey, Marilyn, got time to chat with an old friend?" I assured him that I'd always make time for him and we talked about a variety of things, both business and personal. We never failed to bring each other up to speed on what our kids were up to, and he always asked about Don and his never-ending pursuit of the game of golf. That always ended with an agreement between the two of us that he and Don should shoot a round the next time Larry came to visit. It never happened. My boss stuck his head into my office and asked Larry, "Have you got a few minutes? I've got questions about your pricing proposal." Larry stood, but before following Andrew to his office he asked, "Got time for lunch today. Melissa and I are going to Luigi's?" "I'm sorry, Larry. I'm scheduled for a conference call with one of my overseas suppliers at 12:30." I took a deep breath. "Say, I'm free this evening. Can that expense account of yours handle buying me dinner. I'd love to talk some more." He smiled broadly. "Sure, that would be great. I'd love to take you for dinner. What say 7:30? I'm staying at the Westin, and the restaurant is really terrific. Do you want to meet me there? Oh, and by the way, your husband is certainly welcome, too." I smiled back. "I'll be there at 7:30. I'll check to see if Don can make it. See you later." I flopped back in my chair. I'd done it! The first step toward my husband approved, extramarital adventure had been taken. I phoned Don's office to tell him and got his voice mail. The busy afternoon passed quickly. Before I knew it it was five, and the office gradually became quiet. I logged off the network and shut my monitor off and strolled out to the parking lot. Rather than turning left at the plant gate, I turned right and headed to the Northgate Mall, a few miles down Route 20. I had two hours and a bit, before meeting up with Larry and planned to make the best of them. My first stop was an exclusive ladies wear store that I'd wandered through a few Saturdays ago. I was looking for a dress that I'd seen then. They'd moved things around as they always seem to do, but there is was, a deep red, clingy raw silk dress, sleeveless with lots of buttons down the front. I tried it on in my usual size and it fit quite well, draping nicely, and emphasizing my boobs and my waist. Still, it wasn't quite right, but I knew what it needed. I paid for my purchase and strolled further down the mall to the small lingerie shop that I'd shopped at before. They had some very sexy things in stock and I knew just what I wanted. The salesperson was an old hand at fitting bras properly and she found what I wanted, and in my size, right away. It was a red satin number with just a bit of padding to give my full breasts an even more impressive cleavage. When asked if she had a matching garter belt and panties, she smiled, "Hubby's treat?" I blushed a bit and nodded. "Do you think he'll like it? " He doesn't stand a chance" she chuckled. I did, too, wondering what she'd think if I told her who I was really buying the slinky garments for. I asked her for some suitable stockings, too, and she came back with everything I wanted. After confirming that everything fit well, I asked her to remove the tags and told her I'd like to wear the items and would also use her dressing room to change for my date with my husband. Yeah, right... I looked at myself once I had the lingerie on and adjusted. It was just the look I wanted. The dress made me look very elegant, but once it was off, I'd look like a very expensive whore. When I emerged from the dressing room with the red dress on, the saleswoman's eyebrows went up, and confirmed what I'd seen in the mirror. I was gonna knock Larry's socks off. One more stop for a pair of shoes, and I was set to head for the Westin. Here's Where the Fun Begins I arrived at the hotel fifteen minutes early, as I planned. I slipped into the ladies room to touch up my makeup and then headed for the bar to get a strong drink to fortify my courage. Heads swiveled about as I entered the room, something that I wasn't quite prepared for. I knew I looked great, but that was for Larry. I hadn't occurred to me that every man I encountered would be drooling. I sat down at the bar and within seconds had two offers of a drink. I declined, telling them that I was waiting for my husband. Those two backed off, but soon there were more. I quickly finished my vodka and orange, and went out to the lobby and sat down on one of the large, comfy couches. I didn't have to wait long. Larry emerged from the hall near the elevator bank and spotted me immediately. The look on his face when I stood was priceless. He was trying to say hello, but couldn't quite get it out. Finally he spit it out, "Good Lord, Marilyn. You look... incredible!" I'm sure I blushed as stepped up to him and hooked my arm through his and aimed him toward the restaurant. Once we were seated, Larry had himself back under control. "I'm sorry if I seemed a little taken aback. I expected you to show up dressed as you were at the office. I hope I didn't embarrass you." The waiter stepped up to the table and Larry turned his attention to him. After ordering drinks and a couple of light appetizers we resumed talking, and I was relieved that the topic had changed. The time wasn't right to tell him why I was dressed the way I was. A short time later, we ordered. The food was served and it was wonderful, as Larry had promised it would be. We sat back and picked up an earlier conversation. Several times during the meal, I caught Larry eying me, subtly, of course. Over a liqueur, he looked at me intensely, then shook his head. "Marilyn, you are absolutely stunning tonight, and I can't understand how your husband lets you out of his sight looking so good. I don't know if you've noticed, but every man who's seen you since we walked in here has been captivated. I'm sure I blushed deep red at the compliment. Now time to spring my trap. "Thank you, Larry. My husband hasn't seen me in this dress. I bought it especially for tonight." "You see," I paused and took a deep breath, "Don and I have a bit of an arrangement..." I let him digest that statement for a few seconds, then continued, "If the opportunity arises, we're free to see other people, as long as the other knows." Larry had a pretty good poker face, but his eyes gave him away, he understood and was not quite sure what to say. After a short silence, he spoke. "Does that mean what I think it does? That you have... dalliances... with men other than your husband." I laughed, "Larry, I can honestly say I've never heard that word used anywhere other than in old romance novels. But yes, that's what I'm saying." His eyebrows went up much like the lingerie saleswoman's had. "Would I be presumptuous to think that you're here this evening to dally with me?" I laughed again. "That's pretty much the idea." I paused and looked at him much more seriously. "There's one thing I have to ask before we go any further. Is it likely to cause any problems at home? I cheated on my husband once and I know what grief it can cause." The question prompted a chuckle from Larry, which I thought was a little odd. "No, that won't a problem at all." he stopped for a moment and then carried on. "And the reason I say that is, that Holly is two things. First, she's a very practical woman," he paused, and composed his thoughts for a second, then continued, "I didn't have to travel much before I took on this position, and just after I started, she sat me down and told me that she knew there would be temptations out on the road, and she was OK with me having the occasional one night stand, as long as I came home to her when I was done, and just as importantly, that I didn't bring home any nasty diseases." He paused again and smiled, "The other thing is that she has a particular kink. Holly's a voyeur. She gets off on watching other people having sex, which never happens to her, of course, other than watching the odd couple neck on the beach. Telling her about my trysts is sort of voyeurism by proxy, and she gets very excited when I tell her about them, so I've promised to do that any time it happens. I should add that I don't have a woman in every town. In the seven years that I've been on the road, there have been a grand total of three women that I've been with, so I'm not exactly a Don Juan." Larry went on, "Tell me more about how you and your husband decided to do this, and how it's working for you. Just so you don't think I'm prying, I'll tell you why I'm asking. Holly and I married quite young, and a couple of years ago, came to the conclusion that much of the spark, the romance, had gone out of our marriage. We're still deeply in love, and we knew that we couldn't expect to behave like newlyweds for twenty years, but still, we wanted it to be better, so we sat down and talked about ways to resolve the problem. We talked about lots of options, from acting out fantasies, to swapping and an open marriage. Some we tried, a bit of light bondage, watching adult movies, role playing. Some we weren't both comfortable with. Swapping seemed to be something that could work for us, but we just haven't had the opportunity to make it happen. Maybe we need to try what you and Don have done. I thought for a short while, the replied. "First of all, the why of our decision, to give you a real short answer, is pretty much the same as yours. I mentioned that I had cheated on Don, and he thinks I did it for the excitement. So, we wanted to inject something into our relationship to light it up, so to speak, so that neither of us would be tempted to stray again. However, I can't say for sure that it's worked, because," I'm sure I blushed again, at least a little, "this is the first time..." Larry gave me a warm smile. "Well, lovely Marilyn, I'm flattered to be your first. I only hope that I live up to your expectations." and he reached out and held my hand gently. A short while later, Larry signed for the meal. Then he looked at me and took my hand again. "Shall we?" We held hands like a couple of teenagers as we walked through the lobby, and into the elevator. It was quiet ride to the twelfth floor, just the two of us, arm in arm. I hoped my nervousness didn't show. Once in the room, I turned and took him in my arms and we kissed deeply. When we broke apart, he guided me to a large wall mirror and stood behind me with his hands on my shoulders. "You are absolutely stunning, Marilyn, stunning! Looking at you, I can't believe how fortunate I am that you've chosen me to share your love. Look at yourself too, not just the physical beauty, but what's inside. We've spent a lot of time talking and I know that you are beautiful inside as well. How I envy your husband." Larry grinned, "Enough with the deep thoughts, I want your body." and he bent forward and kissed the nape of my neck, and a delicious shiver ran through me. "I want you to watch my hands." He cupped my breasts through the silk, and squeezed them, gently at first, then more firmly. My nipples responded immediately by filling with blood and standing to attention inside the smooth bra. While his left hand continued to knead my breast, his right slowly moved down, across my stomach and hovered over my crotch for an instant before applying just the slightest pressure, just enough to tease. It made me shudder. Kissing my neck again, he looked directly at me and said. "You look beautiful and elegant in this dress, but it's gotta go,,," and began unbuttoning it. While I was tempted to hurry things along by helping with buttons, I was reveling in the slow seductive pace we'd set, and watched him undo each one until he reached my waist. At that point, I simply shrugged the dress off my shoulders and it fell in a heap at my feet, revealing my red lingerie. Honestly, I thought Larry's eyes were going to pop right out of his head. "My God," he whispered. "You are every man's wet dream. So very sexy!" He embraced me from behind again, his arms wrapped around me, pulling me tight to his body. I could feel his cock, erect and very hard, pressing against my ass. He cupped my breasts, and then reached to undo the clasp between the cups. The bra fell away and his hands returned to my breasts, weighing each and squeezing them gently. When he grazed my hardened nipples lightly with his palms, my knees trembled. "Beautiful." he whispered. I watched, enthralled, as he fondled, squeezed, and stroked my smooth, full tits. He deliberately avoided my sensitive nipples, and when he grasped them and pinched them just enough to give me a delicious touch of pain, I groaned and shook. "Jesus, Larry, that feels good. Please do it again... a bit harder. Oh, shit!" He was definitely doing the right things, and he wasn't immune to them either. I still could feel him nudging my backside, and he was even harder than before. I could hardly to wait to have him inside me. After several more minutes of sweet torture, he shifted his focus. While one hand stayed on my breast, the other headed south, slipping inside my sexy red panties. My eyes were riveted to the reflection in the mirror as his finger slid easily between my lips and into my dripping cleft. I shook. He stroked upwards over my clit, and my legs simply gave away as I moaned. So intense! It was fortunate that Larry had his arms around me, or I'd have collapsed on the floor. Holding me me to him, he did it again. And then again. I was delirious. "You're so wet. My hand is soaked to the wrist. I think we need to use all this lubrication for its intended purpose." He turned me away from the mirror and laid me gently on the bed. While I lay back and watched, Larry undressed in front of me. Jacket, shirt, shoes and socks. I was holding my breath as he loosened his belt and lowered his zipper. He let his pants fall to the floor and stood there in his boxers, which were tented out and wet with his cock-drool. He looked into my eyes and pushed his underwear down. I held his eyes for a few seconds, then refocused on the object of my desire. It was standing proud, the helmet purple with need. He leaned over me and as I lifted to accommodate him, he relieved me of my soggy red panties. I moved to remove the stockings, but he stopped me. "The stockings and garter are far too sexy. Leave them on. The thought of your silk clad legs wrapped around me makes me crazy." He looked down and stared at my waiting pussy, and it tingled with anticipation. I slid back on the bed and lay back, opening myself as widely as possible,and held my arms out to him. "I need to have you in me," I purred. Larry positioned himself between my thighs and I guided him in. We both groaned with pleasure as he sank fully into my slippery opening. "Oh, fuck! What a... hot pussy ...you have. God, feels so good." "Feels good" didn't describe it by a long shot. I hadn't noticed when I looked at Larry's erection, but it was somewhat wider than I was accustomed to. I examined it closely later and found that it was shorter than my hubby's dick, and the head was about the same size, but it tapered out, and was quite thick at the base. Right where it hit my clit on every stroke. It didn't take long at all before I was coming. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck... FUCK MEEE LARRY." Oh Jesus! God damn it, FUCK ME!" He was still hammering at my sloppy cunt, banging the base of that lovely thick cock against my clit. I'm a one orgasm woman. Once and I'm done. Usually, that is. Being so excited and wrapped up in fucking Larry, I felt like I was building up to another one, a very strong one. Just a bit more to go when Larry groaned, "Oh, fuck, Marilyn. I'm gonna come. Is it OK to come.. Oh, fuck!.. inside you? Oh shit! Here it comes!" I wrapped my legs around him so he wouldn't pull out. "Keep going, Larry. I'm just about there. God! Keep fucking me. Oh God! I'm... I'm.... Oh, fuck. YES, YES, YESSSS! He collapsed on me, his head on my breast. Both of us were struggling to catch our breath. Finally he raised his head and looked at me. "You are magnificent, Marilyn. Lord, what a hot fuck you are!" I clasped his head to my breast and replied. "You're not so bad yourself, mister." I lay there recuperating and for the first time since dinner, I thought of my husband. What would he have thought of that hot sex had he been able to see it happen? He might be afraid that Larry and I had just raised the bar a notch. He had nothing to worry about, though. I'm a firm believer that you gather experiences in all facets of life and use those experiences to enhance your own life. I was sure that the good sex with Larry was going to translate into good sex for Don. After laying together for a while, the puddle of come that had run out of me and and gathered in a pool under my ass was getting cold and uncomfortable. I asked Larry to roll off me, and I slipped into the bathroom and sat on the toilet to pee and let the rest of his ejaculation drain out my pussy. As I sat there, he came in and sat on the edge of the tub. "Thank you, Marilyn. It's been a while since I've experienced such an intense lovemaking session. Holly is going to be super excited when I describe it to her. Will your hubby be OK with it?' I smiled. "He will be, for sure. But you're talking like you're not wanting any more hanky-panky tonight. Aren't you up for more?" He wiggled his flaccid dick at me. "Does it look like it to you?" He laughed, then suggested, "But, if you're in no rush, after a little recovery time, I'll be as good as new." "Good. Me too." I took one of the thick fluffy bath sheets and laid it over the large wet spot on the bed, and stretched out, beckoning him to join me. We talked of inconsequential things while we alternately necked and rested. I don't know how long we lay there, but I could feel something stirring below, and I knew exactly what it was. I rolled back to look, and sure enough, Larry's cock was larger than it had been a short while ago. I gave it a gentle stroke and it twitched. I knew what I wanted, and slid down the bed so I could take him in my mouth. "Hmmm, tasty." He was still coated with our combined fluids, and was rather tangy, which only added to my excitement. I let my tongue dance around the head, and used it to stroke that sensitive spot on the underside. With each stroke, he twitched in my mouth. As I took him deeper, his thickness became apparent. My mouth just wouldn't open that wide, and my jaw ached from trying. After sucking him for a time, Larry gently pulled away. "That feels far too good. I don't want to come in your mouth, at least not if you want me to fuck you again. And besides, I think it's time I got a little taste here, too." He pulled me to the edge of the bed and knelt on the floor with his face between my thighs. God, the man was an expert at pleasuring a pussy with his mouth. After licking and sucking my labia, and drilling his tongue deep into my opening, he slid two fingers into me and curled them to stroke my G-spot. That had me going pretty good and then he attacked my clit with his tongue. I came so hard that I was sobbing from the intensity of my orgasm. Larry nestled in beside me. "You OK?" he asked. I took a deep breath. "I will be in a minute. Just let me relax a bit." He stayed silently by my side until I calmed myself. "Thank you," I offered. "That was something else. You're pretty talented with that tongue of yours. You can eat my pussy any time you like." "It was my pleasure. I really liked your reaction to it." "I think that's worth a kiss," I told him, and rolled over on top of him, and kissed him deeply. "Yum. My pussy's pretty tasty, no?" "It's delicious. Now that my tongue is rested up, I could easily go for some more of it, you know." We kissed for ages, me on top, and as we kissed, his prick nudged at my pussy. Knocking at the Gates of Heaven, I believe it's been called. I reached between us and parted my swollen lips and pushed down. His cock parted the walls of my vagina, rested there with just the smooth head lodged in me, until I looked at him, smiled and pushed myself down hard to drive that fat pecker as far into my hot box as it could go. We both groaned with delight as we merged, cock into cunt. I sat up and straddled him, and rocked slowly to and fro. What a sensation! My clit, still sensitive from his enthusiastic licking, rubbed against the thick base of his erection. The position I was in allowed me to lean forward and press my breasts into Larry's face, and he responded by giving each nipple a kiss or suck as it passed his mouth. Each time he did a little shock pulsed through me. Having come earlier, Larry was able to last considerably longer this time, and it was much more relaxed lovemaking. We stopped moving occasionally and I savoured the fullness in my pussy. During one such pause, Larry grinned, "It's like I'm marinating in your hot, wet cunt. What a feeling!" We continued on for a while, until Larry suggested a change of position. "What else turns you on?" he asked. I didn't say anything, but instead, climbed off him and knelt on the bed with my ass in the air. "Do me doggy," I said. "I love it fast and hard. Fuck me, lover." Rather than slide his cock back into me, he grabbed my cheeks and spread them and gave my asshole a quick lick. I moaned out, "Oh, God, Larry, what are you doing?" He didn't answer, but rather forced the point of his tongue directly into my anus. All I could do is push back hard against him . What a sensation!. I'd never felt those nerves stimulated in that way before,and it was fantastic. All too soon, the feelings stopped as Larry straightened up and ran the head of his cock between my swollen lips and drilled it into me. Once again I pushed back, forcing his thickness to spread me open. "Oh, fuck, that feels good!" I growled at Larry. He responded by grasping my shoulders and pulling me back against him even harder. "So you enjoyed having my tongue up your ass, did you? You're a dirty girl, Marilyn. How about something bigger and harder than my tongue? How 'bout my cock? Do you like bum fucking?" Even though it had been years since Don and I had unsuccessfully tried it, the thought of a cock in my ass made me shudder, and I moaned in response to his questions. "Would you like my cock here?" and he pressed his thumb against my anus. That triggered another shudder and I started to come, shaking and jerking on Larry's cock, like a marionette with palsy. My orgasm prompted Larry's, "Oh, shit! I'm coming! AAARGH!" He groaned as he pulled me hard against him, and spurted his hot load deep inside me, before we fell in a heap on the bed "Jesus, Marilyn, I can't believe it. You are so hot! I can't remember the last time I came like that, and that was the second time tonight." He panted. "So tell me. Do you like anal sex, or did I misread your reaction completely?" I'm not quite sure how, after having been fucked so thoroughly, not once, but twice, by this wonderful friend of mine, I could possibly be embarrassed by his question, but I know I blushed. I could feel the heat emanating from my face. "I... we haven't tried it since we were first married. The couple of times we tried, it just hurt me way too much." I winced as I recalled the pain, many years ago. "But the thought of it tonight was very erotic. It's too bad it's so painful for me." "It doesn't have to hurt." Larry said. "If it's done slowly and lovingly, with lots of lube, it can be quite incredible. You'd just have to ask Holly. She loves it. You and Don should give it another try." Here's Where the Fun Begins It was nearly one in the morning, and I thought it time to get home to my husband and told Larry so. "I'll just clean up a bit and get going." I told him as I kissed him one more time. It was a long, hot kiss and when we broke apart, we were both breathing hard. I grinned at Larry and bumped my crotch into his. He was semi hard again. "You horny bastard," I kidded him. "Haven't you had enough?" He pressed his erection back against me. "Apparently not. I think he likes you... a lot." "I can see that," I replied, as I circled him with my fingers. "and I like him, too. I think I'll just give him a quick kiss." and I moved to plant a wet sloppy kiss on the end of his swollen organ. "Maybe one more little kiss", I murmured and took the flared head into my mouth and applied gentle suction. Larry's cock twitched in my mouth. "Mmmmm'" I took it out. "More kisses?" Larry didn't answer, but rather moaned and thrust his hips forward as I opened my mouth again, and it slipped right in. I sucked hard. Sucking on a hard cock was one of my favorite sexual activities and I was reveling in the sensations that his erection was giving me. I let my tongue rove over the head, flicking it against the small opening, then stroked it against the sensitive underside. So smooth and soft, yet so hard. I took his thick cock deeper, as deep as my jaw would allow, and felt the head bump the opening of my throat. I let it slip out of my mouth and wrapped my thumb and index finger around it, just below the head and stroked. It never ceases to amaze me how much the skin on an otherwise hard cock can move. Larry's eyes were closed and his mouth open. He was under my spell as I manipulated and fellated him, which made me feel both giving and powerful. My nipples ached and I could almost taste his come. I took him back in my mouth as I stroked steadily, and sucked him for quite some time, before he opened his eyes and looked at me. "You may not believe this. I'm having trouble. I know you want me to come in your mouth, and, Lord, I want to. But.. I guess two's my limit... but if you'd try something for me, I think I can..." he paused. "Holly's not the only one who likes having her bum diddled. Could you...?" I'd never done it before. Don and I were obviously out of the loop when it came to anything anal, but since Larry asked, who was I to say no. I was rather curious about it. At Larry's suggestion, I slobbered all over my middle finger, and carefully inserted it into his ass as far as I could. I did know a little about the male anatomy, and I'd read something about the effect of prostate stimulation in one of those womens' magazines that has monthly articles about improving your sex life. I tried to feel for something by wiggling my finger around in Larry's butt. I must have done it right, for within a very short time, his breathing became ragged and his cock swelled before I was rewarded by a rush of hot, salty come onto my tongue. I continued to stroke him for another minute or so, holding him in my mouth as he softened, then gave one more sort kiss before rising to give him a hot, semen flavoured French kiss. He kissed me back hard, then broke away. "Thank you so much. That was fantastic. You are, as is befitting a sex goddess, a very talented cocksucker." He took my hand. "Can I return the favour?" As much as I 'd have loved to have Larry lick my pussy again, I was wanting to get home to the comfort of my own bed, at my husband's side, and declined, telling him why. He understood. Within a few minutes I was dressed. Larry slipped on a pair of jeans and a shirt. "I"ll walk you to your car." he offered. On the drive home, one bothersome thought about Larry crept into my brain. I could very easily fall for the man. He excited the hell out of me, and I felt so alive. What had Don said, tell him if I start to fall in love? I will have to do that. Maybe... But then, could I even do this, fuck so well and come so hard, with a man I didn't have some feelings for? Isn't that why I chose Larry? Could I have accompanied one of the men who approached me in the bar earlier, to his room? Never! I'd have to explain and clarify the rules with my hubby later. Don Resumes the Story By the time Mar was ten minutes into her telling of the previous night's adventure, I was as hard as a rock with anticipation, and drew her hand to my crotch so she knew the effect it was having on me. She just gave me a squeeze, smiled, and continued. When she told me about Larry's interest in experimenting with swapping, I knew that this was the topic of discussion that she had mentioned on the phone earlier in the day. I stopped her in mid sentence. "Do you think that Larry was serious about he and his wife wanting to swap?" I asked. "I'm sure he was. Would you be interested? Stupid question, I know..." She paused for a second. "It could be very interesting. I don't know much about Holly, but I think you'd like to fuck her, wouldn't you. I just can't imagine Larry being married to someone who's offensive in some way. And I know from Larry's comments that she would be very enthused about watching either him or you fuck me." She looked at me and asked, "Would you like to watch Larry screw me?" I nodded, "I think it would be very erotic to see you with him. Before last night, I don't know if I could have handled it, but after you came home, very happy and freshly fucked, and still in love with me, I'm much more relaxed about it. I'd like to see the two of you make love." Mar continued, "I'm of the same mind, I think it would be so hot to watch you fuck Holly. I know I could share you with Holly, and not be afraid of losing you." The discussion ended with her grinning from ear to ear. "Everybody would have fun. Can we do it?" she chirped like an excited teenager.