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Life's Important Moments Ch. 01

By: K.K.



Part I: Fantasy Becomes Reality

You know how sometimes you can remember an event in your life that at the time didn't seem important but turned out to be life altering? The event I am thinking of happened nine years ago and I remember as clearly as if it happened yesterday.

My wife Barb and I had been out drinking and dancing that Saturday night and returned home a little drunk and very horny. Often when I am making love I get to a point where my passion and lust make me want to somehow increase the intensity of the experience and that is what happened that night. I had just finished pleasuring Barb orally and was working my way back up her lovely body. When I got to her nipples I was so hot I could hardly control myself. I suddenly found myself thinking about a letter I had read in a men's magazine earlier that week about a man who allowed his wife to go out on a date with another man and have sex with him. I had never thought of my wife having sex with another man but that letter had aroused me at the time I read it and was adding to my lust as I was making love to Barb. As I kissed my way up to Barb's neck she reached between us and wrapped her hand around my cock and guided it to the already wet opening of her tight pussy. Instead of positioning my cock so that I could enter her, Barb rubbed my cock head back and forth across her slit teasing us both. While she was doing this I whispered in her ear. I said, "What if that wasn't my cock you're are pressing against your pussy?"

Barb froze for a second and said "What?"

"What if that wasn't my cock in your hand? How would it feel if you had another man's cock in your hand and he was about to slide it into you? How would it feel?"

Bard didn't say anything for a moment but she began to press my cock harder against her pussy an continued masturbating herself with the head of my cock. I could tell from her breathing that she was bringing herself near to an orgasm when she finally spoke. "What do you mean how would it feel?"

I said, "Imagine it's not me you are making love to. What would the cock in your hand feel like? Would it be bigger, smaller or different in some other way?"

Barb stopped rubbing my cock against her pussy and just ran her hand up and down the length of it as if she was giving it an examination. "I think it is about the same length but it is a little thicker. Put it inside me and let me see if I can tell the difference."

I couldn't believe this she was actually playing along with me. She guided my cock to her pussy and rubbed the head up and down until it slipped between her labia. She allowed only about an inch of penetration then she said, "Oh, I like the feel of this cock. I bet it will feel really good when it is all of the way inside me." Then she slowly allowed me to penetrate all the way. Once my cock was buried inside her as far as it could go Barb wrapped her legs around me and held me in place. "Don't move. I want to feel the sensation of having this new cock inside me." As we lay there I could feel Barb flexing the muscles inside her vagina contracting and relaxing around my cock. The sensation was very intense and I thought she was going to make me cum with nothing more than her muscle action. Barb pulled my face to hers and gave me a deep tongue kiss and then said, "I love the way your fat cock feels inside me. It fills me up and touches all of the right places. Fuck me now. Make me cum and fill me with your hot juices."

As I began stroking my cock in and out, Barb and I both went into a lust filled sexual frenzy. It was the hottest sex since the early days of our marriage. After we had both climaxed we lay quietly for a while. I wanted to talk about what had just happened but didn't know how to start. So I didn't say anything. After ten minutes of silence I thought Barb was falling asleep when she suddenly turned herself around in bed and picked my limp cock up in her hand. Barb looked up at me and said, "I want to have this stranger's cock in my mouth. I want to feel and taste it to see if it is different than my husbands." 

Barb slid down my body and took my flaccid cock into her mouth. My cock immediately began to respond to the attention and when it was fully erect Barb stopped sucking long enough to say, "This tastes wonderful. Now I have two cocks to suck, yours and my husbands." Barb giggled when she said that and went back to giving me one fantastic blow job. Barb stopped just short of making me cum and said "Okay mister, can you put that lovely cock inside me again and make me cum like before."

Not wanting to break the spell I didn't say a word. I just pulled Barb up on her hands and knees. As I approached her from behind she reached between her legs and guided my cock into her pussy. Instead of the high speed piston action I usually give Barb in this position I stroked in and out slowly, pulling my cock almost all of the way out before pushing it back in as far as I could. Barb was responding to my attentions by pushing back against me on my in strokes. Having already climaxed once that night it was taking me longer to get to my second one but Barb was having no such problems. Barb had her second orgasm shortly after I entered her from behind and five minutes later she was building toward another one. Just before her third orgasm washed over her, Barb put her head down on the bed and in almost a whisper said "I love the feel of your cock inside me".

I didn't know if she meant my cock or her imaginary lovers cock and before I could inquire Barb was in the throws of her orgasm and about the time her orgasm ended mine began. When my cock stopped pulsing and had begun to shrink back to normal size Barb and I both collapsed on the bed. There was no more conversation and within a few minutes Barb was sound asleep.

When I woke up the next morning Barb was already out of bed and I could hear her downstairs making breakfast. As I lay in bed I though about what had happened during our love making the night before and found the memory of the fantasy we played out had me aroused again. I had an urge to go get Barb and bring her back to bed and have a repeat performance. 

When I got downstairs to the kitchen I found Barb pouring me a cup of coffee. As she handed me the coffee she avoided direct eye contact. From this I sensed that she was not comfortable with the memory of what we had done even though it was only make believe. I tried to broach the subject by saying "That was really something last night. We haven't been that hot in bed in a long time. Did you enjoy yourself?"

Barb was standing at the stove cooking eggs and didn't turn around to answer me. She just said, "I was pretty drunk when we got home last night and I probably said and did some things I wouldn't normally."

I could tell from her response that the subject was no longer opened for discussion and being a semi intelligent person I let it go.

The following week was busy for both of us. Neither of us had the energy to initiate love making so in the evenings we just ate dinner, watched television or read for a while and went to bed. That Saturday night Barb and I stayed home and watched television. We started to fool around on the sofa, just a little kissing and squeezing, then as the passion increased we moved up to the bedroom. We started off with what would be our standard love making session. As I was sucking Barb's nipples I slipped my hand inside her panties and started fingering her pussy. To my surprise, Barb responded to this more than she usually does. She began pushing her hips forward to get deeper penetration of my finger and I could hear her breathing become labored. Barb reached down and pulled my cock out of my shorts and began stroking it as she turned herself around and positioned herself so that my cock was just inches from her face. Barb flicked her tongue across the tip of my cock a few times then engulfed it with her mouth. This was unusual because we hadn't showered before coming to bed and normally when we don't shower first Barb doesn't give me oral pleasure and won't let me go down on her either.

Barb continued to work on my cock orally. She took me into her mouth as far as she could and then pulled back until she had just the very tip on my cock head between her lips. She was driving me crazy. I would never have guessed before hand that Barb was so horny that night. I watched as she pulled my cock from her mouth and rubbed the head over her lips. When she pulled away I could see four or five little threads of pre-cum strung between Barb's lips and the head of my cock. Barb moved from my cock up to my face and kissed me. I could taste the slightly salty but not unpleasant taste of my pre-cum on her lips. After breaking off the kiss Barb, without speaking a word, indicated that she wanted me to return the oral favor. I did this gladly. As I ran my tongue around her pussy lips and finally penetrated her slit with my tongue, Barb pulled my mouth against her vulva and held me there while I used my tongue to bring her to her orgasm.

After her orgasm, Barb got on her hands and knees on the bed so I got behind her. Barb reached between her legs and guided my cock to her pussy. She took control of my entry only allowing me to insert an inch at a time then making me wait for a few seconds before feeding in another inch of cock. When my cock was finally all of the way in Barb reached back and held my thighs indicating that she didn't want me to move. Then I felt her vagina muscles flexing around me. The only other time she had done this to my cock with her vagina muscles was the previous Saturday night during our fantasy. I began to wonder if Barb was fantasizing now. When Barb finished exercising her vagina she initiated movement but it was evident that she wanted me to move slowly. As we both approached orgasm we picked up the pace until I was slamming into her and she was pushing back hard against me. Then we climaxed.

Afterward, as we lay there, Barb began playing with my limp cock. She moved around so that she could look at it as she pulled and twisted it in her hands. After a short time Barb began to lick then suck on my cock bringing it back to full attention. I was ready to slip my cock into Barb but she had other ideas. She just kept sucking and stroking me until I couldn't hold back anymore. Barb took my full load in her mouth. Some she swallowed and the rest ran down her chin. As Barb wiped her chin off on her night gown she looked at me and smiled, then she put her head on her pillow and went to sleep.

After that night we settled back into our usual routine of making love two or three times a week. The lovemaking was good but lacked the passion of the two nights I have just recounted. Over the next few months there were times when we were making love when I would think about the letter in the magazine and would fantasize about Barb having sex with another man. I don't know why but this always heightened my passion during our lovemaking.

On another Saturday night, about four months after this all started, Barb and I returned home after another night of drinking and dancing and went up to our bedroom to make love. I turned on some music and we danced around the room, kissing, feeling, and removing clothes. I had Barb stripped to her bra and panties and I still had my pants on. I came up behind Barb and put my arms around her and began kissing her neck as I played with her breasts. I slowly slid my right hand down and into her panties and began to tease her pussy with my fingers. Barb reached around behind her and opened my pants and reached inside and released my cock from my underwear. As she stroked my stiffening cock she turned her head and tipped it back so I could kiss her. After the kiss Barb said, "Whose cock do I have in my hand. It feels thicker than my husbands and it may be longer too. I want it inside me now." 

With that she let go of my cock and pulled her panties down. Then she bent at the waist supporting herself with her left hand on the edge of the bed. With her right hand Barb reached between her legs and said "I don't care who you are, just put that beautiful cock into my hand."

I was shocked. Barb was initiating this fantasy all on her own and was taking control. Along with being shocked I was also highly aroused and I quickly shed my pants and underwear and put my now rock hard cock in Barb's hand. Barb positioned my cock at the entrance to her pussy. As she gently flicked my cock across her lips I could feel that she was already very wet down there. When she finally guided me into her delightful pussy I could tell that she must be extremely horny by how lubricated she was after so little foreplay. I was able to slide in all the way to the root of my cock with no problem at all. As I began stroking into her I began to realize that the fantasy of Barb having sex with another man must have affected her as much as it did me. We continued our love making in this position until we both climaxed. Then we got into bed and kissed and cuddled. As I was again playing with Barb's breasts I began to wonder what it would really be like for Barb to have sex with another man. Is that something I would want or even be able to watch, or like the husband in the story I had read, would I just wait for her to come home from a date and tell me about it. I found that I was getting extremely horny thinking about Barb fucking another man. My arousal translated into things I was doing to Barb and I soon had her responding to my touch. 

I suddenly found that I was too excited to control myself and before I knew what I was going to say I began to talk. "You really seem to enjoy the fantasy of pretending that I am somebody else while we make love."

Barb replied, "It doesn't mean anything. It's nothing against you, it just creates a higher level of excitement for me. Besides, you started it."

"I know I started it, and it's okay. It doesn't bother me. The fantasy works for me too."

Barb looked puzzled. "When we are making love, are you pretending that I am someone else?"

"No, we are both having the same fantasy. That you are having sex with another man."

"Doesn't the idea of me with another man make you angry or jealous?"

"Why should it? After all it's only a fantasy?"

"I know it's just a fantasy, but I always feel guilty afterward, like I just did something bad."

"Oh, You have had this fantasy before?"

Barb looked a little embarrassed as she spoke. "Well yes. I actually have had the fantasy several times since you first put the idea in my head."

I said, "Since we both seem to enjoy the fantasy I see nothing wrong with using it to add passion to our love making."

Barb smiled and said, "I agree, now give me that strange cock. I need it now."

I did as she asked.

For a while after that the fantasy played a big part in our lovemaking but all too soon it began to lose its ability to excite us. After that our sex life went back to our old routine.

It was about nine months after I had initiated the first fantasy that I was cleaning out my home office and I came across the 'Gallery' magazine where I had first read the letter about the guy who sent his wife out on a date with another man. I read the letter again and it had almost the same impact on me as it had the first time I read it. That evening I couldn't keep my hands off Barb and when we went up to bed I tried to get Barb into the fantasy again. Unfortunately Barb wasn't particularly horny that night and was more curious to find out why I was so interested in the fantasy than she was in participating in it.

When Barb kept asking me why I was intent on pretending that she was having sex with another man I couldn't answer her. I think I was too embarrassed to tell her that it was a story in a magazine that had planted this idea in my brain. Barb was persistent and when I couldn't get her to change the subject I finally gave in. I went and got the magazine and let her read the letter.

While Barb read the letter I went downstairs and poured us each a glass of wine. By the time I got back to the bedroom Barb was just finishing the letter. As I sat down on the bed I handed Barb her wine. She looked at me then looked back at the letter and seemed to be rereading some parts of the story. When she finally put the magazine down Barb was blushing a little. She looked at me and asked, "Is this just a fantasy of yours or is this something you really want me to do?"

Up until she asked me that question I had never thought of Barb having sex with another man as anything but a fantasy but I heard myself answer her with "I don't know if it's just a fantasy."

Barb just said, "Oh." and set the magazine on the bedside table. We didn't talk while we drank our wine. When we had finished the wine I kissed Barb to see if I could gage what she was thinking by her response to my kiss. To my surprise and delight Barb was suddenly extremely aroused. She was all over me kissing, sucking, licking, rubbing stroking. That night there was no more fantasy talk just straight hot passionate sex.

There was nothing more said about the fantasy or the letter in the magazine for the next few weeks. Then one night as we were making love and I had just slipped my cock inside Barb and push it in to the hilt Barb wrapped her legs around me and held me still. As she began flexing her vagina muscles around my cock Barb asked, "Do you still think about me doing what the woman in that story did?"

Her question caught me completely by surprise so I wasn't able to answer with anything more intelligent than "What?"

"Do you still fantasize about me going on a date with another man while you wait for me at home? And have you decided if this is just a fantasy or would you really like me to do it?"

I said, "The ideas does excite me but I am not sure if I would ever really want you to do that. Why"

"Well you know I love you and would never do anything to hurt you and I would certainly never cheat on you. But knowing that the story in that magazine turns you on excites me. I guess what I am trying to say is, if you ever want me to do that, have a date with another man, I will do it for you. If it never happens, that's okay too. I don't want to have an affair but the idea of you sending me out to have sex with another man because you want me to do it would make it very erotic. I'll do what ever you want."

I couldn't speak immediately, probably because I was having an orgasm. When I was finally able to gather my thoughts all I could say was "I will let you know what I decide." The truth was that I had already made my decision. I wanted her to do it.

It was the middle of the following week that I sat Barb down and asked her if she was serious about fulfilling my fantasy. She said that she was ready whenever I was. That prompted me to ask "Do you already have someone in mind for this date?"

Barb looked almost hurt by the question. "No, I don't have anyone in mind. I haven't though about that. So are you asking me to do it?"

"Yes. I guess I am. I would like you to do it this Saturday."

"I don't have time to find a date for Saturday? How can I do it that soon?"

"I guess I hadn't thought about that. Why don't we just go out to Dino's Saturday night? They usually have a good crowd. I will stay out of the way. That way guys will come over and ask you to dance and hopefully someone will ask you to leave with them. It will be your decision."

"I guess that could work. But I don't want you there. I don't think I could do this if I know you are watching me."

So we agreed that she would go out Saturday night and see what happens. I was suddenly quite nervous.

Saturday night I watched as Barb bathed and dressed to go out. Barb dressed in a white lace bra and black satin panties, a knee length black skirt and white blouse. Instead of pantyhose she wore black stockings and a garter belt. When she had finished dressing she stood in front of me and ask what I thought. I told her she was beautiful. Then she said, "Are you sure about this. You can change your mind and come out with me and it will just be a night out for us. Last chance"


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I said, "I'm sure. You go have a good time. I'll be waiting here when you get home. I plan to make love to you tonight whether I am the only one to do that is up to you."

At the door Barb kissed me and said "Remember, I am not doing this for myself. I will enjoy it but I wouldn't be doing this if you didn't ask me to."

I said that I knew that and I kissed her again as she went out the door. I looked at the clock as she drove away from the house. It was 9:05 PM. 

The next four and a half hours went by very slowly. At midnight I started looking out the window to see if Barb's car was in sight yet. I did this every fifteen minutes until 1:30 AM when I saw Barb's car turning into the driveway. I watched from the window until Barb got out of the car. See looked to be almost as fresh as she did when she left. I thought that she must not have gone through with it. I felt both relief and disappointment. I stepped away from the window so that Barb wouldn't see me there. I quickly sat down on the sofa and opened a magazine and pretended to be reading when Barb came into the house.

As Barb came into the living room I could see that while her clothes still looked neat her hair was just a little messed and her lipstick wasn't applied as neatly as it usually is. Obviously something had happened but what and how much? I stood and asked her if she had a good time. She said, "As a matter of fact I had a very good time. I danced almost all night. I met a lot of nice guys and generally had a good time."

I asked, "How much of a good time did you have?"

Barb turned away from me and headed for the stairs and answered over her shoulder "Come upstairs and I tell you what happened."

In my hurry to get up the stairs I almost ran over Barb. Once in the bedroom I said, "Okay, tell me everything."

Barb put her finger to her lips telling me to be quiet. Barb put her arms around me neck and started to tell me about her evening.

"When I left her I drove to Dino's like we had discussed but from all of the trucks in the parking lot it looked like it must be red necks night at the bar so I didn't go in. Instead I drove over to the Hilton Hotel. I had heard from people at work that they have a nice bar and a dance floor. I was a little nervous as I walked into the hotel. I was afraid that I would sit in the bar all night and nobody would even talk to me. My confidence level was very low. When I walked into the bar I was struck by the fact that the men in the placed outnumbered the women by two to one. I found a table and sat down and before I could even order a drink a guy came over and asked me to dance. After that I had no problem finding anyone to dance with or talk to. One guy that seemed nice spent about an hour with me talking and dancing but he had to leave. I don't think he was even out of the room before another guy came over and asked me to dance. His name was Bill. He was in town on business and was staying at the hotel. After several dances and a few drinks, Bill asked me if I would like to come up to his room for a drink. I acted a little reluctant and Bill said there was no pressure. I could go as far as I felt comfortable going and leave whenever I wanted. So I accepted his invitation."

When Barb said that she accepted Bill's invitation to go to his room I felt my cock begin to stiffen. I was feeling no anxiety now, only sexual excitement.

Barb continued her narrative. "Once we were in his room, Bill took off his suit jacket and tie, then he removed his shoes and socks. He told me to make myself comfortable while he mad us a drink. While he went to the honor bar to fix the drinks I sat in a chair facing him and positioned myself in the chair so that when Bill turned around he got a good look up my skirt. Not all of the way up, just enough to get him interested."

"When Bill came over to hand me my drink he bent down and kissed me lightly on the lips. Although he just barley touched my lips I could feel that kiss all the way down between my legs." 

This was really strange for me to stand here so close to Barb that I could smell he scent and while looking into her eyes she is telling me about how she felt the affects of another man's kiss all the way down to her pussy. I was mesmerized by the story as it unfolded. 

"After he kissed me Bill moved back and sat on the edge of the bed. I could tell that he was trying to steal a peek up my skirt every chance he got. So I tried to act like I didn't know what he was doing and turned my head to look out the window and so doing let my legs spread a little more giving Bill a better look up my skirt. Bill finally got up and took my hand and helped me to my feet. Then he kissed me deeply. As he did I let my mouth open slightly so that our tongues could meet. That kiss lead to another, more open mouthed and then another. Soon Bill 's hands were all over me. Feeling my breasts, squeezing my bottom. It was at that point that Bill said, 'This is your last chance. You can leave right now if you want, but if you stay I am going to strip you out of your clothes and make love to you.' 

"Instead of making a move to leave I kissed him again and said 'do what you must'. 

"Bill laughed at that and began to unbutton my blouse. Are you sure you want to hear all of this?"

This question brought me out of my trance like state. I said, "Yes, I want to hear it all. Please continue."

"Bill removed my blouse and carefully draped it over a chair so it would not get wrinkled. Then Bill looked at my bra and said 'Oh good, it unhooks in the front' then he unsnapped my bra and let it hang so that my breasts were still in the cups but just barely. Bill began kissing his way down from my mouth over my neck and then between my breasts. He kept lightly kissing around my breasts until I couldn't stand it anymore. I started to try to push my breast against his mouth but he would move to quickly for me. Finally he pulled my left cup away letting my breast fall free. Then he cupped my breast in his warm hand and began caressing it gently working slowly toward the nipple. When he finally sucked my nipple into his mouth my legs were beginning to feel weak. By the time Bill had followed the same procedure on my right breast I had to sit on the edge of the bed to keep from falling down. Now I was sitting on the bed with Bill standing in front of me. He looked down at me and as we made eye contact Bill opened his belt unzipped his fly and pulled his pants and shorts down. There directly in front of my face was his semi erect cock. I didn't have to ask what he wanted so I just took it into my hand and feed the end into my mouth and licked and sucked until I had him fully erect. I took a close look at it and noticed that it was about the same length as yours but just a little thicker."

That last bit struck me. The 'same length but just a little thicker'. That is how she described my cock during our first fantasy. Now I was wondering if she was making this up or did it really happen. I had some difficulty with parts of the story, like her sitting so that he could see up her skirt. She knows I like to catch a peek up her skirt but I have never known her to actually let anyone have a peek including me. The whole thing seemed a little out of character for her but I was enjoying hearing her tell the story so I didn't challenge her.

"After a few more minutes of my treating his cock to my oral abilities he pull away saying that if I didn't stop he would lose his load in my mouth and he didn't want to cum yet. Then he got down on his knees between my legs and pushed my skirt up past my thighs, exposing my stocking tops and garters. Bill put his face between my thighs and began kissing the bare flesh above my stockings. His kisses traveled up my thighs until he reached the crotch of my panties. He pulled my panties aside and began kissing me on the very spot where my thighs meet. He stuck his tongue out and slipped it between the folds of flesh that separate the two halves of my vulva. As he penetrated me with his tongue I felt the beginning of my first shuddering orgasm."

Barb's description of the action was more like what I would expect to see in a letter in a men's magazine than the way I would expect her to describe an actual event. This was making me even more suspicious. I wasn't angry. Her story was certainly hot even if it was fiction.

Barb squeezed me in her arms and said "I hope you are enjoying this as much as I am enjoying telling you about it." She kissed me then continued the story.

"Bill ran his tongue up and down my slit for nearly ten minutes. I climaxed twice during that time. When he was done Bill kissed me on the mouth and I could taste myself on his lips. Bill pulled me to my feet and helped me out of my skirt and panties. Then I got on the bed and Bill positioned himself between my legs and lowered himself on top of me. I reached between us and helped guide his cock into me only letting him enter me a little at a time until he was all of the way in. Once he was in all of the way Bill began taking long slow strokes pulling himself almost all of the way out then pushing all of the way in. We soon had a good rhythm going and it wasn't long before I had another orgasm followed shortly by Bill's climax. Afterward Bill was laying on the bed almost asleep so I went into the bathroom and cleaned myself up and got dressed."

I kissed Barb and said, "So that's the whole story?"

She said, "Just about. Do you still love me?"

I said "More than ever and not only do I love you I want to make love to you now." In the back of my mind I was trying to decide if I was disappointed that she didn't really go through with the plan or was I actually relieved. After all I believed her story for a while and was not upset by it and when I realized it was not true I wasn't really disappointed either. I was confused and horny. I sat down on the edge of the bed and said, "Take your clothes off I want to see you naked then I want to make love to you." I was determined to keep the fantasy alive.

Barb kicked off her shoes and removed her blouse and bra. As she reached to unhook her skirt she said. "You didn't let me finish the story."

I said, "Oh, I'm sorry. Please finish the story."

"Well, when I came out of the bathroom and was ready to say goodnight to Bill I noticed that he was playing with himself. I asked him what he was doing and he said that he had hoped to get it up again before I left. I decided to help him. I knelt on the floor next to the bed and took him in my mouth. It didn't take long for him to recover after that. Once he was fully erect I asked him if he wanted me to finish him with my mouth and he said no. He said he wanted to get inside my pussy again. I asked him if I should get naked and he said no. Bill got off the bed, stood behind me and said remove your panties and pull you skirt up over your hips. Then he bent me over so that I was supporting myself on the edge of the bed. Bill moved up close behind me and tried to get his cock inside me. He had difficulty so I reached back between my legs and guided him inside. Bill pumped into me for a long time before he finally climaxed. When his cock slipped out of my pussy I could feel some of his load running down the inside of my thigh. While holding my skirt up to keep from getting semen on it I picked up my panties and started to go to the bathroom to clean up. Bill stopped me. He took my panties from me and said he wanted to keep them to remember me by. I though, what the hell, let him have them. So I started to go to the bathroom again and again Bill stopped me. He asked me where I was going. I told him I need to clean myself up. He said 'I would rather you didn't. I want you to feel my juices leaking from your pussy and running down your legs as you drive home. This will keep you thinking of me.' Actually the idea appealed to me so I let my skirt drop back into place and I wrapped my hand around Bill's cock and pulled him to me and gave him a kiss. Then I said good-bye and left."

I asked if that was the end of the story and Barb said, "Yes. I just wanted to be sure you understood why" then she opened her skirt and let it drop to the floor "I look such a mess."

The first thing I noticed when her skirt fell was that her panties were gone. Then I saw the stains on the top of her stockings. When I look closer I could see dried semen on her inner thighs and in her pubic hair. I was floored. I had been sure through most of this story that she was making it up but here was the proof that another man had been in my wife. My reaction? I pulled Barb down on the bed and quickly stripped off my clothes. I got on top of her and kissed Barb's on the mouth that had sucked another man's cock tonight and I sucked on her breasts that had already been sucked then I sat up and stared at Barb's pussy. Along with the matted hair and drying cum on her stockings there was evidence of semen leaking from her slit. I don't know what came over me at that moment, but I just had to taste her. I wasn't at all timid about it. I just buried my face in Barb's pussy and slipped my tongue inside her. I can't describe the taste but I found it to be wonderfully erotic. I licked and sucked on Barb's cum filled pussy for about ten minutes and brought her to orgasm. After that I positioned my cock to enter the pussy that had been entered twice already that night. At this point I asked Barb to guide me in. She reached between us and slowly fed my cock into her pussy. The feeling inside her pussy was amazing. My cock was surrounded by the feeling of the hot juices made up of Barb's natural lubrication and another man's semen and my saliva. I pushed myself in then lay still as I enjoyed the sensation. As I lay motionless Barb began using her magic muscles on me. I didn't last long after that. We spent the next hour making love slowly until we fell asleep in each others arms.

When I got up the next morning Barb was fixing breakfast like she always does on Sunday mornings. I wasn't sure if I should mention anything about the previous night so I didn't. When we had finished eating and we were drinking our final cup of coffee for the morning Barb asked "Are you all right? I mean does anything about last night upset you?"

I thought for a moment before answering then said, "Actually from my stand point I think last night was a big success. How about you? Are you okay with all this?"

Barb said, "Yes I'm fine. I found the whole thing to be very stimulating even more so than I expected. One other question, do you think you'll want to do this again in the near future?"

I asked, "What do you mean by near future?

"Ahh... Next Wednesday?"

"Did this guy Bill ask you out again?"

'No. Remember that I told you that I talked to a guy for about an hour before I met Bill. He asked me if I was free on Wednesday night. He said he would be at the Hilton and we could get together if I'm free."

As soon as I realized that I was getting an erection I told Barb "Wednesday would be fine."



Life's Important Moments Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Too Much of a Good Thing

On Monday morning everyone had come into the office early because we had been told that we were going to have a visit from the company president. When I got to the office there were pots of coffee and trays of pastries set up and everyone was milling around drinking coffee and speculating about why the company president was visiting. The company I work for is one of the country's largest security system and consulting companies. We primarily plan, design, implement and run security systems for large corporations. My job is in design and implementation, which means that I make sure that the customer gets what they need when they need it. In the two years since RJ Peterson had taken over as president of the company this was the first time he had ever visited our offices.

At nine o'clock R.J. Peterson and the companies three vice presidents came into the room. There was Chester Warren, VP of Sales; Donald Baker, VP of Manufacturing and Mark Anderson, VP of Design and Implementation.

Mr. Peterson is about thirty-five years old. He is a tall man, maybe six feet four inches, with blonde neatly trimmed hair and looks like he is in excellent physical condition. That day Mr. Peterson was wearing a very expensive finely tailored suit.

As Mr. Peterson and the VPs entered, the room became quiet. Mr. Peterson moved to the center of the office space and said "Could I have your attention for just a minute please? I just wanted to stop by and say hello, and tell all of you what a great job your are doing. I will be coming around to personally thank each of you for your efforts so grab another cup of coffee and a pastry and go back to your work areas and I will see you shortly."

As I watched the VPs were leading Mr. Peterson around the offices introducing him to the employees I thought to myself 'Wow, some meeting. Everyone comes in early so he can say hello.' As he made his way around the cubicles shaking hands with everyone the only people he seemed to spend any time talking to were the managers and team leaders. Being that I was a team leader meant that he would probably want to talk to me. I was a little nervous about talking to him. I was confident that I knewmy job but I was afraid that I might say something wrong and make a fool of myself.

By the time the four men had worked their way to my cubicle I had butterflies in my stomach. Then to make matters worse Mark Anderson introduces me by saying "RJ, this is one of our brightest stars, George Marlin. George is our team leader for national design and implementation projects."

How was I going to live up to an introduction like that? I spoke first. "Mr. Peterson, it is a pleasure to meet you."

Mr. Peterson responded by saying, "Call me RJ, and I am glad to meet you too. I understand that you are quite the hotshot around here. Exactly what products are you in charge of?"

The question caught me off guard but luckily Mark spoke up. "RJ, George isn't in sales he does design and consulting work."

RJ didn't seem to be embarrassed by his mistake he just asked another question. "What project are you currently working on?"

I felt relieved now. This question I could answer in extreme detail and leave RJ with a positive impression of me. "I am working on the design and installation of our System 2200 at a large insurance company in Kansas City."

Before I could start to describe the scope of the project RJ interrupted me with another question. "What is the System 2200?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The company president didn't know what the 2200 was. Just a month earlier the announcement of this product made the front page of the business sections of almost every major newspaper in the country. This product was described as being head and shoulders above any competitive product in price and performance. The project I was working on was the first large scale implementation of the System 2200 therefore it was very important to the company. I was a little pissed that the company president wouldn't know that, and I lost all enthusiasm for answering his question. "Oh, the 2200 is a new security system." I waited for RJ to ask a follow up question but instead he just turned and moved off toward the next team leader's cubicle. As they walked away Mark Anderson turned and gave me a strange look.

Then it struck me that I might have screwed up big time. Asking me what the System 2200 may have been a set up question to see how I would describe the product and its' capabilities, and I had totally blown it. I worried about this for the rest of the morning. At noon I was debating on whether to go to lunch or not when my phone rang. It was Mark Anderson's secretary. She said that Mark wanted to see me before I went to lunch."

On the way up to Mark's office I could feel my stomach churning. When I got the to executive offices area Mark's secretary told me to "go right in, Mark is waiting." I walked over to the door, took a deep breath and walked in.

When I stepped inside Mark was sitting behind his desk reading the Wall Street Journal. When he looked up he smiled and told me to have a seat. His manner was friendly rather that threatening. "George, thanks for coming up here so quickly. I wanted to catch you before you went down to the cafeteria for lunch. I guess from your chat with RJ that you surmised that he doesn't have a clue about what we do here, and you're right he doesn't. Actually RJ did pretty well with the introductions to the other team leaders but he really blew it when he asked you what the System 2200 was. RJ is not a stupid man; it's just that his interests lay elsewhere. He lets us run the company and he stays out of our way. We have and excellent management team and with team leaders like you, we have been successful in spite of RJ Peterson." 

I felt better knowing I wasn't in trouble but was disturbed by what Mark told me. "Mark, why on earth would the board of directors let someone like him to be president of the company?"

"This is primarily a family owned company and RJ is head of that family. He has control of enough voting shares of our stock to overrule anything the Board of Directors tries to do so he appointed himself president and we are stuck with him. I guess he just likes having the title. That brings me to why I asked you to come up here. You are one of only a very few people that knows the truth about RJ. I wanted to catch you before you went to lunch so I could ask you not to tell anyone what happened when you talked to him. It wouldn't be good for morale if word got around that the company president doesn't know or care what his company does."

I said "I understand, and I will keep this between us."

Mark thanked me and I left for lunch. As hard as it was to keep my mouth shut I didn't say a word to anyone about RJ. But after that I got angry every time I heard RJ's name mentioned. I couldn't believe his arrogance, thinking that just because he has money and power, that qualifies him to be president of a company.

For the next two days my project ate up every minute of my time including several hours of overtime. I was trying to work out some scheduling problems in my head when I walked into the house on Wednesday evening. I was surprised to find that Barb had dinner waiting. Normally we didn't eat as soon as I got home. We usually sat down with a drink and talked about our day first. I sat down at the table and asked Barb why we were eating so early. She looked and me as if I had just farted loudly in a restaurant then she said, "Have you forgotten, it's Wednesday night. Didn't you want me to go out tonight?"

"Oh my god, I can't believe I forget about that. I have had so much going on at work this week that I haven't been able to think of anything else." I was just about to ask Barb if she would mind if we canceled her outing. At that moment the idea of her spending the night with another man didn't appeal to me.

Before I could say anything Barb said, "Well, maybe I shouldn't go. I'm still not sure I am comfortable with this whole thing. I'd only be doing this for you so if your not excited about this I don't think we should do it. I am afraid that things won't be the way they were Saturday night. We were both excited about living out your fantasy. It was scary, naughty, sexy and just plain hot. Now that we have done it before I don't know if it will have the same effect on us. I am afraid that you might think differently of me, might not love me as much. I keep thinking that if I come home again looking the way I did Saturday night that you might become jealous or angry."

I was all set to agree with Barb until I remembered the image of her standing in front of me with no panties on and dried semen crusted on her stockings and in her pubic hair. It's amazing how quickly I was aroused by that image. I walked over to Barb and put my arms around her and kissed her gently on the cheek then passionately on the mouth, then I said, "Barb, I love you, and I will always love you and I still want you to go out tonight. (This was another of those important moments). I only wish that you were already there so I wouldn't have to wait so long for you to get back home to me." I held and kissed Barb for a little while, then we sat down to eat.

After dinner I cleaned up the kitchen while Barb showered. When the kitchen was done I went up to our room and watched as Barb dressed herself. She wore no bra, a pair of sheer white panties, black pantyhose and a sexy black cocktail dress. The neck line of the dress gave a beautiful view of the top of Barb's firm breasts. As I watched Barb putting on her make-up all I could think was 'would she soon be in bed having sex with another man?' When Barb was finished and we both agreed that she looked great (well I thought great, Barb thought good) I walked Barb to the door. At the door I asked if the guy she was going to meet had a name. Barb replied, "He told me his name is Jack."

I kissed her one more time and said, "If at anytime you don't feel comfortable about this, just come home. I don't want you to do this just for me. I want you to enjoy it too."

Barb said, "I know. Don't worry, as long as I know you love me, and this is something you want me to do, everything will be okay." She kissed me again and left.

As I watched Barb drive away I suddenly felt very lonely.

It was after midnight when Bard came into the house. I was in the kitchen at the time and Barb headed straight into the living room looking for me. When I stepped up behind her she jump little but as I wrapped my arms around her from behind she leaned back against me. I asked "Did you have a good time with Jack?"

Barb leaned her head back against my shoulder as I nibbled on her neck and said, "He never showed up. I looked all over the place for him and I sat at a table where he would easily be able to find me but he never came?"

The level of disappointment I felt surprised me. The irony of being disappointed that my wife hadn't had her affair wasn't wasted on me. I almost laughed out loud, but I didn't think that it would be appropriate.

When I let go of her, Barb turned and looked at me. "I am going up to bed are you coming with me?" I turned off the television and the lights, locked the doors and headed up stairs. As I walked into our bedroom Barb was standing with her back to me and was removing her pantyhose. As she bent down to pull them off her feet I got a great view of her lovely bottom through her sheer panties. I could clearly see the two perfectly shaped globes separated by the heavenly valley between I could also see the shape of her vulva outlined in the gusset of her panties. Looking at this scene and having already waited four hours to make love to Barb I wasn't going to let a little disappointment stop me from having her.

I stepped up behind Barb and pulled her back into my chest. I reached around her and cupped her breasts in my hands and played with her nipples while I kissed her neck. Barb began making little noises in her throat as she tipped her head back against my shoulder and pushed her chest out trying to get more pleasure from my manipulation of her breasts. Barb reached back with both arms and put her hands on my hips and pulled my closer to increase the pressure of my growing erection on her ass. As I started humping my crotch into Barb's behind she turned her head so that she could kiss me. As we locked into a deep tongue kiss I let both of my hands slide slowly down over Barb's chest, then over her stomach and down to the waist band of her silky panties. 

As I slipped my fingers inside the elastic Barb's kiss became more passionate. She brought her arm around and placed her hand on the back of my head and pulled me to her as if she wanted to eat my face. While she did this I pushed my hands further into Barb's panties. I now had my hands between Barb's legs at the very top of her thighs. My thumbs were pressed into her pubic mound and my index fingers were on each side of her mound of Venus. As I slowly massaged her love nest between my fingers Barb started pushing her hips out trying to create more contact between her pussy and my fingers. Barb broke off our kissing just long enough to say, "Put you fingers inside me." 

I was in no condition to refuse her this request. I moved my left index finger to the top of the cleave of her vagina where I could play with her clitoris and I slipped the right index finger inside her honey pot. I was immediately surprised by the amount of honey in the pot. As my fingers played in Barb's juicy pussy she broke off our kissing again and move her head so she could kiss my ear. She kissed then gently bit the top of my ear and then in a very sexy and wanton voice Barb said. "I'm very wet aren't I? I have been horny thinking about you all night and also when Jack didn't show up at the Hilton, I met Bob. A lot of that wetness you are feeling in me is from Bob."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I almost climaxed in my pants. As I pressed my fingers deeper inside I noticed that her pussy felt a lot slicker than it normally does from Barb's own natural lubrication. I put two fingers inside as far as I could then pulled them out and held them up so I could see the mixture of Barb's nectar and semen. As I held it up Barb took my hand, pulled it to her and slipped my middle finger into her mouth then she closed her lips tightly around my finger and I could feel her tongue on my finger as she withdrew it from her mouth. I was so affected by watching her I couldn't move and before I was fully aware of what was happening Barb had turned herself around to face me and guided my index finger to my mouth then told me to taste it. I opened my mouth and Barb pushed my finger inside. I was so hot at that moment that this just seemed like the natural thing to do so I closed my mouth and sucked the mixture of pussy honey and semen off my finger. 

Barb said "Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" 

Then, as I watched, she put her hand inside her panties and I could tell that she had pushed her fingers inside her pussy. When she remove her hand from her panties she brought it up to my face and wiped her fingers across my lips. When she started to do this a second time I opened my mouth and I let her put her fingers in. When she removed her fingers from my mouth she replaced them with her mouth and tongue and we kissed and shared the strange flavor of this sexual cocktail. As this kiss ended Barb ran her tongue up my cheek to my ear. She licked the inside of my ear and then in the same wanton voice as before she said, "Now that you have sampled the taste of my pussy, I want you to eat me." 

Barb backed away from me and sat on the bed. While still facing me she moved backwards up the bed until she was able to lay her head on her pillow. She pulled her knees up and separated them widely and said, "Please come lick my juicy pussy. I need you to make me feel clean down there."

I couldn't believe the change in Barb since we started this whole thing. She never talked much during sex before, but now she not only tells me exactly what she wants me to do to her she also describes in detail what someone else has done to her. This is not a complaint. I liked the new Barb. When she talked like that it just made me hotter. It was certainly adding passion to this experience. Looking at Barb now I could clearly see the evidence of her encounter with the man named Bob. If I had seen the front of her panties earlier I would have know right away. 

"Please come here, I need you to eat me" Barb said as she ran her fingers inside her pussy and then showed me the juices she collected on her finger. "I need to feel your tongue inside me." 

I didn't need any more encouragement. I climbed on the bed between Barb's legs and hooked my fingers inside the waistband of her panties and began to pull them off. Barb lifted herself off the bed to help me. With her panties off Barb opened herself up to me. I could now see that her pussy lips were pink and puffy and there were little drops of drying semen in the hair . I moved in slowly and tentatively flicked my tongue across the somewhat open lips of her vulva. Soon the tongue flicks became long slow licks until finally I opened my mouth wide and sucked as much of her peach like vulva into my mouth as I could, then I pushed my tongue inside her. I could feel her juices running into my mouth, some escaped from the corners and ran down my chin. From the moment I slid my tongue inside her until I stopped eating her several minutes later, Barb seem to be having one continuous orgasm.

While Barb was recovering I jumped out of bed and striped off my clothes. I climbed back in bed and on top of Barb and slipped my rock hard member insider her. I knew I couldn't last long so I started stroking into her pussy fast and hard. It took me only a minute to climax deep inside Barb's hot pussy.

Afterward I rolled off Barb and we both lay quietly for several minutes. Barb was the first to speak. "Do you want to know the details of what happened tonight?"

"Of course I do."

"Like I said before, I looked all around the bar for Jack then sat at a table where he wouldn't have any problem seeing if he did come in. After sitting for an hour I knew that he wasn't going to come so I decided to finish my drink and leave. Before I finished this good-looking guy came over to the table and asked me to dance. We danced to a couple of songs and he walked me back to my table and asked if he could sit with me. I didn't want to seem too anxious so I just said that it would be okay for a while. Then he said, 'You're waiting for someone aren't you? I was watching you from across the room as you kept looking around and checking your watch. Who's the fool who would leave you sitting here alone for so long?' 

"At that moment he took my left hand in his and looked at my wedding ring and asked 'Are you waiting for your husband?' I decided it was easier to let him believe that rather than try to explain what I was really waiting for so I said 'I was waiting for my husband, but I'm not any more. Would you like to keep me company this evening?'

"He said, 'I'd love to.'

"He told me his name was Bob and that he was spending the evening at his apartment in town and was just out looking to have some fun. I told him that my husband has been working late quite often lately and tonight he had promised to spend a romantic evening of dinner and dancing with me. I said this wasn't the first time he got involved in something at work and forgot about a commitment he made to me. Bob asked me if I thought my husband might still show up. I told him I couldn't be sure. Then Bob said, 'I would really enjoy sitting and talking to you some more but I don't think it would be a good idea to chance having your husband walk in and see me sitting here with you. He might get the wrong idea.' 




Life's Important Moments Ch. 02



"I suggested, "Well if you'd like we can go somewhere else for a drink. If my husband shows up late he has no right to be upset if I am not herewaiting for him.' Bob jumped at the suggestion and we headed out of the hotel. 

"Once outside Bob said 'I don't know of any good places to go for a drink around here. If it wouldn't make you too uncomfortable, we can walk to my apartment which is just two blocks from here.'

"I said, 'If you promise to be a gentleman I'll accept your invitation.'

"He laughed and said, 'I'm not sure I can promise to be a gentleman when I am with such an attractive woman.'

"I said, 'Well, at least make an attempt to be a gentleman.' We both laughed and I think we both knew then what was going to happen."

As Barb spoke she was laying on her back with her head on her pillow looking at the ceiling. I was on my side facing her with my head propped up on my hand so I could look at Barb's face as she spoke.

"Bob's apartment is on the seventeenth floor of a high-rise near the Hilton. When we walked into the apartment I was surprised. I had noticed that Bob was well dressed but I wasn't thinking wealthy until I saw the apartment. It was very plush, very expensive furnishings and all original paintings on the wall. This place had to have been decorated by a professional. Bob showed me around then escorted me to the sofa in the living room and he went off to the kitchen. When he came back he had a bottle of Champaign and two glasses. He poured us each a glass, handed one to me then he held his up and said 'Here's to us and to tonight.' 

"I tapped my glass into his and said 'To us tonight' then we both drank our Champaign. As Bob refilled our glasses he asked 'Have you ever been unfaithful to you husband?' I decided to make my intentions clear so I said, 'No, I have never cheated on my husband before tonight.' Bob smiled as he handed me another glass of Champaign."

At this point in her story Barb reached over to me and began gently stroking my cock which was slowly beginning to respond.

"As we sat drinking Bob took my hand and asked if I would do him a favor. I asked what he wanted and he said, 'Would you remove your pantyhose?' 

"I got up and while standing in front of him I lifted my dress high enough to get my thumbs into my hose and I pulled them down and removed them. As I was working to get out of my hose, a picture on a table next to the sofa caught my eye. The picture was of Bob and a very attractive woman. I wondered if it was his wife. I suddenly felt very naughty. The idea that I was going to have sex with another woman's husband for some reason made me hot. When I straightened up and looked back at Bob he was smiling and looking me up and down. He said 'Slowly lift you dress up so that I can see your legs.' 

"I don't know why but this just seemed to be the natural thing to do, so I put my hands on my dress just above my hips and started to pull my dress slowly up my legs. When I stopped momentarily at mid thigh Bob said 'Higher'. So I lifted my dress a little higher and stopped. "Higher'. This time I lifted the dress just high enough that I knew Bob could just see the crotch of my panties below the hem of my dress. Bob didn't say anything for a moment but he moved his hand over the bulge that was forming in his pants and squeezed himself.

"Bob was starring at me so intently I thought that I could feel the heat from his eyes inside my panties. After a long pause Bob said, 'Higher'. Then I said 'Before I go any higher I want to see what your hiding under your hand.' Bob moved his hand from his lap and unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and pulled his pants and shorts down to his knees. I don't know what it was about his cock. It wasn't exceptionally big or thick, it was probably only average in size, but I just couldn't take my eyes off of it. 

"As I starred at his stiff penis I lifted my dress up to completely expose my panties. As Bob starred at my panties he began stroking his cock. As he did this, a clear liquid started to leak from the tip. Bob ran his thumb through his this and spread it all over the head of his cock. Looking at his shinning knob the only thing I could think about was putting it into my mouth. I could feel myself salivating as I watched him stroking himself. 

"Bob momentarily broke my trance by saying 'Those panties are great. I love the way I can see your dark pubic hair through them and the way they fit snugly over your pussy accentuating the shape of your mound and outlining you lips. Please take your dress off so I can see the rest of you.'

"I did as he asked and was now standing in front of him in just my panties. As he was studying my body my attention went back to his cock. The head was still glistening with his lubrication. I couldn't stand it any more so I dropped to my knees and removed his hand from his cock and took him into my mouth. As I gave him the best oral treatment I knew how to give, Bob put his hand between my legs and slipped it inside my panties and he began to finger me. I was so hot I could already feel my orgasm starting. I was afraid that I was going to climax and not give him the pleasures he wanted but just as my orgasm started his cock exploded in my mouth. The intensity of his cock pulsing in my mouth while I was having my orgasm was almost to much for me."

After listening to this part of Barb's story my cock was so hard it was starting to hurt. I think Barb knew this because she moved her head down and took me into her mouth. The blow job she was giving me was fantastic but it wasn't helping the pain in my cock. I was going to have to cum soon to relieve the pressure. After a few minutes of this beautiful oral sex Barb climbed on top of my and straddled my hips with her knees and sat on my thighs. As she gently stroked my cock she continued her story.

"After my orgasm I went into his bathroom to clean the cum off my face and Bob poured us more Champaign. When I cam back from the bathroom Bob had removed the rest of his clothes. For a while we just sat and talked, him naked and me in my panties. I looked at the picture on the table again and asked 'Is that you wife?' 

"Bob said that it was then I asked, 'Have you ever cheated on your wife before?' He said 'Before tonight? Well yes. Many times. That's why I have this apartment. Whenever I get the urge I tell my wife that I have to work late so I am going to spend the night in town. She trusts me and never questions me about that. Then I find a willing secretary at the office or I'll go check out the hotel bars around here and see what I can find.' That last statement made me feel cheap but for some reason that excited me.' As he continued talking about his infidelities I began playing with his cock. As he became erect I kissed him on the mouth and asked 'Are you going to fuck me or are you going to talk all night?'

"We went into his bedroom and dropped onto the bed. We played kiss and suck for a while and I ended up sitting on him just like I'm sitting on you right now. Then I slipped his cock inside me like this." Barb lifted herself up and moved forward on the bed. When she settled back down she guided my cock inside he wet pussy and started sliding up and down on my shaft. She took my hands and put them on her breasts and said "While I was doing this to Bob he was playing with my breasts." 

I began to squeeze Barb's breasts the way I know she likes me to. As I felt myself building toward my climax Barb changed her position so that she was now laying on top of me. We were kissing and sucking each others tongues when Barb started to orgasm and I followed with mine just seconds later. When it was over Barb fell asleep and I lay awake thinking about all that had happened in our sex life in the last week. Barb had gone out at my request and had sex with two different men. Then, after each outing, she came home and told me about her sexual escapades in detail while we made love. I was beginning to get an erection thinking about all this. I didn't know how often I would want to do this but I knew I wanted it to continue at least for a while. I just hoped that Barb wouldn't get tired of doing this for me.

For the next few nights Barb and I sat in bed at night and talked about different things that had happened during these two adventures. These conversations were followed by great sex. During one of our conversations we decided to wait awhile before Barb would go out again. Two months passed before Barb and I (mostly me) decided it was time for her to go out again. Because of several commitments we both had the only night available for Barb to go out was on a Wednesday again. We had only done this twice before but we had talked so much about it that we felt as though we had a routine. We ate dinner early, I cleaned the kitchen while Barb showered and then I watched as she dressed. For some reason I really liked seeing her in her sexy underwear before she went out for sex.

That Wednesday night when Barb came home I didn't bother trying to pretend that I was just patiently waiting for her. As soon as she came through the front door I put my arms around her and gave her a deep tongue kiss as I ran my hand up under her skirt and into her panties. I quickly determined that she had been filled with another man's cum. The crotch of her panties was wet, her hair was matted and sticky and her pussy felt like it was full of what Barb and I now called our sexual cocktail, that is the mixture of her juices and semen. 

As I continued to finger Barb's dripping pussy she broke off our kiss and asked me to take her to bed and, "Suck on my pussy until I have an orgasm." When we got to our room Barb sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her skirt up to her hips, spread her knees and pulled the crotch of her panties to the side. I could still see a little trickle of semen leaking from her slit and running down her crack toward he little pucker hole. I hesitated for only a second before I started giving Barb the pleasure she desired. 

It took me less than five minutes to bring Barb to her climax. As soon as it was over Barb kissed me on the mouth and sucked the remains of her sex cocktail off my face. This done she told me her story. She went to the Hilton again and she ran into Jack the guy she had gone to meet there a couple of months ago. She said that Jack told her he is often in town on business and he always stays at the Hilton. Barb said that Jack told her that he was hungry and asked if she would like to go to dinner with him. When she told him that she had already eaten, Jack asked her to go along with him. She could have a snack while he had dinner. When Barb agreed Jack suggested that they just go up to his room and order room service.

Barb continued her story "As soon as we got to the room Jack said make yourself comfortable. I looked around the room and there was only one chair in the room and it was covered with Jack's books and papers so I asked Jack how I was supposed to get comfortable. He laughed and said 'Well, why don't you take your clothes off and get in bed, that's what I am going to do.' We weren't in his room five minutes and we were already in bed naked. I had his cock in my mouth and he had his face between my legs. After ten minutes of oral sex he rolled me on my back and put his cock inside me. He humped me hard and fast until he came inside me.

When his cock erection was gone he got up and got a couple of beers from the honor bar. We talked for a while as we drank our beers then Jack began to make love to me slowly. Lots of kissing and attention to my breasts and finally he was in me again. After his climax I got dressed and left."

I said, "I get the impression that you didn't enjoy this as much as your previous outings. Am I right? Was there a problem?"

"I don't know. It wasn't Jack, it was me. He was pretty good in the sack. I just didn't get as excited or aroused as I was the last two times. Maybe the novelty has worn off. Maybe it was just to much of a good thing."

We didn't talk any more about that night's event. We had good but not great sex that night and went to sleep. The last thing I thought about before I went to sleep was Barb saying "Maybe the novelty has worn off. Maybe it was just to much of a good thing" I hoped that wasn't true. If it was, Barb might put an end to her outings and I wasn't ready for it to end yet. This was a good thing, and I wanted more.



Life's Important Moments Ch. 03



Part III: The Game Changes

For the next several weeks our sex life returned to normal. We were back to sex twice a week, good but not great. I tried several times to bring up the subject of her dating again during our love making sessions but Barb just didn't seem to want to discuss it.

Then on a Saturday night in December, Barb and I attended the company Christmas Party. This year RJ Peterson and his wife were at the party. During the evening I watch as RJ and his wife worked the crowd. 

As RJ approached our table he held out his hand and said "Good evening George how are you?" 

I was surprised that the arrogant SOB remembered my name. I said, "I'm fine thanks. RJ, I'd like you to meet my wife Barb."

RJ shook Barb's hand and said "It's nice to meet you Barb and let me introduce my wife Mary." 

Mary was a lovely brunette with an angelic face and beautiful hazel eyes. We all exchanged pleasantries for a few minutes then RJ and Mary moved on. When they had left Barb said, I am impressed. You are on a first name basis with president of the company. Wow."

It turned out to be a great party. We did a lot of drinking and dancing and around 12:30 AM Barb whispered in my ear "I want you to take me home and ravage me. I am extremely horny right now and I want you badly." Then she bit my ear.

That night when we got home we had the hottest sex we'd had in the last three months. I was even able to get Barb talking about having sex with other men again. Just before we went to sleep that night I asked Barb if she was ready to date again (our euphemism for Barb's sexual encounters). 

Barb said, "I have been thinking about it but we need to talk about it tomorrow." 

I went to sleep happy.

Sunday afternoon I asked Barb if we could talk about her going out again and she cheerfully agreed. I was surprised in her sudden change of attitude. We got a bottle of wine and sat in the living room.

I started. "Barb, I have been thinking about this for a while now. I want to make some changes in the way we have been doing this. Let me tell you what I'm thinking then you tell me what you think." Barb agreed.

"I think what turns me on most about your having sex with another man is imagining what it would be like to watch you having sex with him. While I sit here at home waiting for you, all I can do is imagine what you are doing and it gets me so hot I am ready to explode. So what I want to do is this: The next time you go out I will follow you in my car. We'll go to a nice bar near home. I will sit at the bar and watch as you work you charms with the men in the place. Once you decide whom you want to have sex with you signal me somehow and I will head home. Then you invite your friend into the house and bring him up to our bedroom so that I can watch from my closet as you have sex with him. What do you think?"

Barb held my hand and looked directly into my eyes and said, "I can't do that. I can't have you there when I am meeting someone and I certainly can't have you there while I am having sex. Remember I told you I have been thinking about this a lot. I kept trying to figure out why the first two times we did this it was such a turn on for me but the third time wasn't. Since then I have had the urge to go out again but I was afraid it wouldn't be any better than the last time and in that case I'd rather not do it at all. Everything changed recently when I had a chance encounter with Bob. You remember Bob? He was with his wife so I didn't speak or even smile at him but I suddenly knew what had excited me about my first two encounters. In both cases the men were married. 

"That first time with Bill, I saw his wedding ring when he sat down with me. I remembered that I felt myself getting horny as soon as I saw that ring but I didn't make the connection. Then with Bob, it started with me creating a fantasy. Remember I led him to believe that I had been waiting for my husband when he sat down with me. Then later at his apartment when he asked me if I had ever cheated on my husband before, I said that I had never cheated on my husband until now. When I said that I had created a fantasy that made me wet between my legs. Then when I asked him about his wife I almost had an orgasm just thinking about the situation. Two married people cheating on their spouses." 

Barb looked at me to see if I was following her. I told her to continue.

"Now that I know this about myself the only way this will work for me is if I can continue the illusion that I am cheating on you. That means I could never have you watching me as that would destroy the illusion I have to have more control. I can't have you pick a night for me to sit in a bar somewhere and wait to get picked up. I need to have real dates and only with married men. I don't think this would be difficult. There have been a lot of times when men have flirted with me. All I have to do is be more receptive and I am sure some of them would want to sneak out on their spouses for a night of illicit sex. Do you think you could handle this?"

I couldn't believe this was my wife talking about arranging dates with married men but I have to admit I had an erection as I listened to her talk. I tried not to sound to excited as I responded. "I think I understand what you want to do and if that is what you need I think I can support it. Just one thing that concerns me. Are you talking about having affairs behind me back?"

Barb smiled. "In a way yes. If I discuss my plans with you before hand it will destroy my illusion. If you want to know when I am cheating, you will have to find the clues I leave for you. They won't always be obvious. So if you want to know what is going on you will have to be observant. This will make it more of a sexual game for both of us. In any event when I come home after a date you will know. What you do about it is up to you. All I am trying to do is make this as exciting for me as it has been for you. If you decide this doesn't work for you, you can call a stop to it at any time but this is the only way I will do this for you. What do you think?"

All I could stay was "Judging from this lump in my pants I think we should try it."

Barb said, "Then it's settled. Let the game begin."

Barb never gave any hint as to when she was going to start or where, or how, and with whom she would get dates but I didn't have to wait long to find out. The following Saturday afternoon I was working in the yard and Barb came out of the house and told me she was going shopping at the mall. I asked her if she could wait a few minutes and I would take a shower and go with her. She said she just wanted to pick up a few things and was in a hurry and couldn't wait. Shortly after she left I finished my yard work and went into the house to shower. When I went into the bathroom I noticed that Barb had left the bottle of perfume I bought her for her birthday on the counter by her sink. This was a very expensive perfume which she only uses for special occasions. 

As I showered I thought about the significance of the perfume. Was it a clue or did it just get put out by mistake? When I got out of the shower I went to Barb's closet. I didn't know what I was looking for but I looked anyway. In her closet she has a small chest of drawers where she keeps her lingerie. One of the drawers was left open and it just happened to be the one where she keeps her sexiest panties. Under normal circumstances the perfume and the panty drawer would mean nothing but in the context of the game Barb was playing I wasn't sure if they were clues or not. When I went back into the bedroom I saw Barb's appointment book from work so I opened it to that days date. There were no entries for Saturday. I was just about to close the book when I noticed an entry on Wednesday that read 'Bob called. Sat.1 PM His apt.'

Barb came home around 4:30 PM. When she came into the house I acted as though I hadn't figured out that she had gone to Bob's apartment. She had one shopping bag with her and I wasn't sure there was even anything in it. Barb walked passed me and went up the stairs. She said, "I'll be right back I just have to put these things away." So I quietly followed her upstairs. When I got up there she was in the bathroom removing her panties. I waited till she had them all of the way off and then announced my presents. "Barb, give me your panties please." She looked surprise but she handed then to me. When I looked at them I could see that the crotch was wet and sticky. I held them up to me nose and smelled them. I could smell the strong scent of a man's semen. I held the crotch of the panties out to her and asked "What's this mess in your panties?"

Barb said, "Oh, I had a little accident. I didn't get to the ladies room in time and I dripped a little."

I said "Bull Shit! Come here!" Barb came and stood in front of me. As I starred directly into her eyes I ran my hand up under her skirt to her bare pussy. I slipped my finger inside her sloppy wet hole, wiggled It around a little and pulled it out. Then without taking my eyes off hers I put my finger in my mouth. When I pulled it out I said "Tastes like a sexual cocktail. Who you been fucking."

Barb looked down at her feet as if she was ashamed of herself and said "I went to Bob's apartment."

I took her by the arm and lead her to the bed. I made her lay down on the bed and then said "Because of your bad behavior I am going to have to give you a licking."

I got on the bed with her and pushed her skirt up over her hips and I moved my face up between her legs and began to lick her pussy. It wasn't long before she had her first orgasm. Afterward I said "That will teach you to cheat on me." 

We both laughed and then we slowly made love for the next two hours.

Over the next four months we had a wild time. We were having sex four or five times a week and Barb was sneaking off on a date once every couple of weeks. Barb started making her clues less obvious and their meaning harder to understand but even so, there was only one time that I didn't know what Barb was up two before she got home.

During this period Barb had dated about five different guys but she Had three more dates with Bob. It bothered me a little that she had sex with the same guy so many times, but it was obvious that it was just sex and he was married too so I never made an issue of it. It was at this point that my project at work was nearly completed and I had to fly out to Kansas City for and inspection of the site. That was just an over night stay then the next week I had to fly back to Kansas City again for the final customer meeting. I would be gone three days that time.. One day to travel there and have some meetings with my contractors, one day of meetings with the customer and fly home the next day. 

When I told Barb about the trips she said, "Can I go out on a date while you're away?" 

The question angered me amd I said, "No, absolutely not. The game has to stop while I am out of town."

"Did you really think I would cheat on you behind your back? I was kidding. I would only cheat right in front of you. It wouldn't be any fun if you didn't know I was doing it." 

My anger subsided. I should have know she wouldn't really cheat on me.

The site inspection was scheduled on Monday so I flew out on Sunday afternoon and Returned on Monday night. When I got home I had a lot of paper work from the inspection to get done so Tuesday I worked from home.

Tuesday afternoon Barb called me and said that she was going to have to work late and wouldn't get home till around 10:00 PM. Well that set me off on a search around the house to see if I could find any clues as to whether she had a date or not. Over the last four months I had often found clues in Barb's closet so I was in there looking again. In her closet Barb has a small nylon laundry bag where she keeps her soiled bras and panties. I don't know why I decided to look in the bag but I did. 

I didn't find any clues as to what Barb was up to that night but there was a big one for what she had been up to Sunday night. Barb does the laundry every Saturday so anything in the bag had to be from Sunday and Monday. There were three pairs of panties in the bag. Two were white cotton and the third was a pair of lacy black satin panties. Barb always wears white cotton panties to work or to hang around the house. And She only wears sexy panties like the black satin pair in the laundry bag when she expects someone to see them and not just by accident if you know what I mean. Monday night when I got home Barb was wearing white cotton. The other pair of white cotton panties where the ones I saw Barb put on Sunday morning leaving the black satin for Sunday night. One final point about the black panties. The crotch was stiff and crusty with what appeared to be dried semen.

It now appeared that Barb, after saying that she would never cheat on me behind my back, had done exactly that. This upset me very much. I didn't know what to think. Should I confront her with it and have a big fight or should I wait to see if she would tell me about it.

When Barb came home from work that night I didn't feel like playing any games so I didn't challenge her story about working late. As it turned out she did actually work late. When we went up to bed I began kissing Barb and I put my hand between her legs and pressed it against her pussy. I could feel the heat building in her pussy as she began to respond to my attention. Then I asked Barb what she did Sunday night while I was out of town. I felt her momentarily stiffen up then she relaxed again. Barb surprised me with her answer. 

She said, "I know you told me I couldn't go out on a date while you were out of town, but I was so horny I just had to get a cock inside me so I called one of my married lovers and told him to come pick me up." 

Barb wrapped her hand around my cock and started stroking it and asked "Do you want me to tell you all the details?"

I figured out what Barb was doing. Rather than lie to me she would tell me a story about what happened. Some of the story might be true and the rest made up. I guess it was a good idea because she had me hard. 

I said "Yes, I want to hear every detail."

Barb said, "Well after I called Bob, I took a shower and put on my black satin panties, some perfume and nothing else. When I heard Bob's car in the drive way I put on your trench coat and ran out to his car. He drove us to a deserted parking lot. He unbuttoned the trench coat and pushed me down on the seat. Bob pulled his cock out of his pants and pushed it into me without even removing my panties. Bob fucked me hard and fast. After he gave me an orgasm Bob spewed his spunk deep inside my pussy. As soon as he pulled his cock out of me he put it back in has pants and drove me home. On the way home I could feel my sexual cocktail leaking out of me and running down my crack. Bob dropped me off in front of the house and left. I went up to bed and laid there fingering myself until I fell asleep."

What had started out to be my attempt to get Barb to admit to me that she had cheated on me Sunday night turned into very hot sex. Afterward I felt a little foolish letting her get away with that. As I pondered this it occurred to me that this whole thing was started by me and if she is cheating on me now it is probably my fault. I decide to say nothing more to her about Sunday night and see what happens next. I was able to calm myself down and accept what happened but the seed of distrust had been planted. Now I had to worry about what she would do while I was in Kansas City for the customer meeting on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday of the following week. In the morning I went to the hall closet and got my trench coat out. There was a stain in the back of the coat that looked like dried semen. I wondered, how much of the story Barb had told me was true?

Barb had no dates for the rest of the week. On Sunday, as I was Getting things ready for my trip I tried to make it as clear as possible that I didn't want Barb going on any dates while I was out of town, without sounding like I was accusing her of anything. She promised to be good.

As I left the house Monday morning I told Barb that I would call her each night when I got back to my room. Then I said, "You will be home when I call won't you?" 

Barb assured me that she would be home waiting for my calls.

That night I called Barb a little after ten o'clock. She answered On the second ring and sounded happy to hear from me. I could hear the television in the background and it turns out she was watching the same program I had on in the hotel room, so we stayed on the phone and watched the show together remotely.

On Wednesday I went to my customer's office building at eight o'clock in the morning. When I got there the customers project team was already waiting for me. The customer was extremely happy with the way the project had gone and there were only a couple of minor problems to be corrected. The meeting went so well that we were done at noon. After the meeting I hurried back to my hotel and called the airline to see if I could get an earlier flight home. I was able to get a seat on a flight leaving at 2:40 PM that would get me home by 4:30 PM. I called Barb's office to tell her I was coming home and see if she could pickme up at the airport. The office secretary answered the phone and told me that Barb was in a department meeting until 4:00 PM. She asked if there was a message. If the meeting was to last till 4 o'clock she wouldn't be able to get to the airport from her office before 5 o'clock so I told the secretary "There's no message" and I hung up.

I took a taxi home from the airport and was in the house by 5:15. Barb usually gets home around 5:30 so I took my suitcase up to my closet and while I was changing my clothes I heard Barb come into the house. As I started toward the stairs to go down and let her know I was home the phone rang. I heard Barb pick up the phone and listened as she had the following conversation. "Hello. Oh it's you... No, that's okay, I just got home... George is going to call tonight and I want to be here for him... I am going to get out of these work clothes, take a quick shower and fix dinner… Yea, six thirty is fine. Looking forward to it… Right… ha ha. bye bye."

I don't know why but I suddenly didn't want Barb to know I was home. I quickly retreated into my closet and closed the door. I told myself I was going to hide until Barb got into the shower then I would slip out of the house and wait long enough for her to finish her shower and come back in. I told myself the reason I didn't announce my presence was that I thought I would scare the hell out of her, so I hid.

I heard Barb come into the bedroom and go to her closet. I could hear her moving around and hanging her clothes up then she walked past my closet and into the bathroom. When I heard the shower running I started to reach for the door but for some reason I couldn't make myself leave. When I knew that I wasn't going to leave I sat down on the floor and I opened my closet door just enough so that I could see into the bathroom. I couldn't see the shower from where I was but I would be able to see Barb when she got out of the shower.

As I listened to the water running in the shower my mind wandered back to the telephone call I had heard or half heard. I wondered who she had been talking to. Was it a friend or one of her lovers? When the shower stopped my attention was drawn back to the view into the bathroom. When Barb stepped into view my heart began to pound. I had seen Barb naked almost every day of our marriage but this was the first time I watched her when she didn't know I was watching. As she bent down to dry her legs and feet I was surprised that her beauty was having such an effect on me. The fullness of her breasts and the beautifully rounded shape of her ass. As Barb finished toweling herself off she turned so that she was facing away from me. I was looking at her nicely shaped back as she wrapped her towel around her head. When she did this she bent forward at the waist which gave me a view of her peach like vulva peaking out from the junction of her thighs just below her buttocks. This view gave me an erection and made my mouth water. Once the towel was wrapped properly Barb straightened up quickly causing the end of the towel to flop over the back of her head. With this done she walked past my closet on the way to her own.




Life's Important Moments Ch. 03



I could no longer see her, I could only hear her opening and Closing drawers as she got dressed. 

When I heard her go downstairs I slipped out of the closet and went to the top of the stairs so I could hear her moving around the kitchen. As I stood there I noticed that the reflection in the hall mirror gave me a view down the hall into the kitchen. If Barb were to go to the stove or the refrigerator I would see her in the mirror. It was only a couple of minutes before Barb's reflection appeared in the mirror as she was putting something on the gas range. I couldn't believe my eyes. Barb was dressed in a pink very sheer teddy and matching panties and a sheer bed jacket on top. The outfit was very sexy and obviously she wasn't dressed that way to eat by herself. Then I remembered that while she was talking on the phone she said something about "six thirty being fine". I looked at my watch and it was 6:25.

My mind was racing and I was feeling a little dizzy. As hard as I tried I couldn't make myself concentrate. I knew whatever was going on would be quite obvious to anyone else but my mind refused to logically deal with the information. That is until the doorbell rang. I quickly slipped back into the bedroom where Barb wouldn't see me when she went to the door. Unfortunately, from the bedroom I couldn't see who was at the door.

I heard the door open then I heard Barb say "Hi Bob".

Then I heard a man's voice say "Wow. Are you expecting company or something?" 

It was obvious from the sound of his voice that Bob liked what he saw... I was getting a little angry. This guy is in my house with my wife and she is wearing some of her sexiest lingerie and on top of that she was cooking dinner for him.

Barb invited him to follow her into the kitchen. She said, "Dinner Is almost ready, why don't you open the of wine you brought and pour us a drink. You'll find the wine glasses in the cupboard above and to the left of the sink."

When they went into the kitchen I could still hear their voices but I could not hear what they were saying. I stood at the top of the stairs and listened while I watched the mirror in the hall. The mirror was no help. In time I could hear the sounds of them eating. The clink of wine glasses as a toast was being made, the sound of knife and fork clicking on a dinner plate,. occasional laughter, it was almost more than I could take. This was my house. I was supposed to be eating dinner with my wife not some guy named Bob. It had been one thing for my wife to go out with this man for sex. After all she had my permission, and she came home and shared the experience with me. But to bring him into my home behind my back, this was something completely different and unacceptable.

After a while I went into the guest bedroom across the hall from our room and sat in the dark wondering what I should do. I thought about going downstairs and throwing Bob out of the house, but after that what would I do? What would I say to Barb? Then I realized that if she brings him to our bedroom for sex I would be able to watch them. We never close our bedroom door when no one else is in the house and as far as Barb is concerned no one else was in the house, just her and Bob. The prospect of watching Barb having sex excited me. So I sat and waited.

It was about an hour later when I heard their voices as they walked from the kitchen into the foyer and started up the stairs. I pushed the guest room door almost all the way closed as they neared the top of the stairs. I didn't dare try to peak out the door as they passed by on their way into the bedroom. I couldn't chance them seeing me now. When Barb turned the light on in our bedroom I opened the door a crack. From where I was sitting on the floor I was looking directly at the foot of our bed. I couldn't see them yet but I could hear them talking. 

Bob asked Barb "What's got you so hot tonight?"

Bard responded "The idea of cheating on my husband in our own bed has me so turned on I can't believe it."

Bob said, "Come here and give me a kiss... Oh that's good. Boy are your nipples hard."

Barb said, "Oh yea, do that, oh that feels so good." 

Then just the sounds of two people kissing. Then I heard Bob's voice again. "How bout putting on a little show for me?" 

Barb appeared in front of me standing at the foot of the bed. She started gyrating her hips and running her hands up and down her body. Slowly she removed the bed jacket and danced around in her teddy, her breasts plainly visible through the sheer material. After spinning around to show herself from all angles she pulled her teddy off over her head. As she continued dancing she cupped her breasts in her hands as if to present them to her lover.

All of the thoughts that had been upsetting me were now gone. I had a very stiff cock from the anticipation of what I was about to witness. As I continued to watch Barb dance she turned so that her back was facing in the direction of her lover, who was still out of my line of sight. At this point Barb bent down and grabbed both of her ankles then slowly slid her hands up her legs until she reached her panties. Now she was bent over with her hands on the waist band of her panties. As she looked at Bob from between her legs, Barb began to pull her panties down over her nice round ass, down her thighs, and on down her legs until she was able to step out of them. I knew that Bob was now getting the same beautiful view of Barb's ass and pussy that I had as she dried herself after her shower.

Barb separated her feet a little and while still bending at the waist, began to sway her hips back and forth in a seductive way. While she was doing this I heard Bob stay "Don't move. I have to get inside that fine pussy of yours right now."

As I Bob stepped up behind Barb and into my line of sight the first thing I noticed was the erection that was pointing at my wife's pussy then I looked at the man who was about to fuck my wife. He was tall, at least six feet four inches and he had blonde hair and his name was RJ Peterson. Before I could spend anytime pondering the fact that Bob was RJ Peterson I saw Barb reach between her legs and take RJ's cock in her hand and like she had done so many times with me, she guided his cock to the entrance to her pussy. I watched as she rubbed his cock up and down on her pussy until the head slipped between the lips and into her tunnel. As Bob started stroking into her, Barb turned so she could support herself on the footboard of the bed. Now from my position sitting on the floor I was looking up at RJ's cock as it pumped in and out of my wife's pussy from less than ten feet away. On each in stroke it looked as if Bob's balls were slapping against Barb's ass.

I had an erection as I watched this but I didn't feel the excitement I thought I would seeing Barb having sex with another man. I wasn't sure if it was because the man was RJ Peterson or if there was some other reason. In the heat of watching the sex action in front of me I couldn't concentrate on anything other that the sex taking place let alone trying to figure out anything as complicated as how I felt about what I was watching.

After a few minutes of RJ's pumping action I heard Barb make a groaning noise and then say "I'm cumin....Oh it's so good. Do it harder." 

RJ started taking faster harder strokes and after a short time he stopped moving and I heard him grunt then he pumped in and out a few more times and stopped. I could tell be the way he was moving and the noises he was making that he had just climaxed. When his climax passed, Barb leaned farther onto the foot of the bed and RJ let his cock slid out of Barb's pussy. When he stepped to the side I could see Barb's pussy just as a drip of RJ's cum formed on her pussy lips.

When Barb straightened up she turned to face RJ. She looked down at her Pussy and with the middle finger of her right hand she wiped off the drip of semen that had formed on her pussy and she put her finger in her mouth. Then she took the same finger and she slipped it inside her pussy and wiggled it around then brought it up to her mouth and licked it, and said "We made a very tasty sexual cocktail." Then she put the finger into her mouth and cleaned it off.

Barb walked around to the side of the bed and pulled the blanket And sheets down and told Bob to sit down on the bed. When RJ sat down Barb knelt down on the floor in front to him and began to suck his cock. It wasn't long before they were both on the bed kissing and sucking on each others bodies and finally RJ was on his back and Barb sat on him and guided his cock insider her pussy. 

As they fucked for the second time that evening I realized that I no longer had an erection nor did I feel the least bit aroused by what I was watching. At that point I just wanted it to be over. After another twenty minutes and a couple of position changes, they were in the missionary position and RJ had his second and last climax of the night. They sat in the bed and talked for a while. 

I heard Barb ask RJ "Do you think your wife has any idea you are cheating on her?"

RJ said, "Not likely. She is so wrapped up in her own world I could probably fuck you in my bedroom with her at home and she wouldn't catch on. What about you? Does your husband have any idea you're fucking me?"

"No, he has no idea and I don't plan on him every finding out. I won't give him a reason to suspect what's going on. I love him. I don't want him to get hurt."

I though 'She doesn't want him to get hurt' it's a little late for that now.'

It was about ten o'clock when they got dressed and Barb walked RJ down to the front door. I could here them talking at the door. RJ was asking when they could get together again and Barb was telling him she didn't know. She said she would call and leave a message on the recorder at his apartment when she could get away.

As they continued their conversation at the door I quickly went to my closet and got my suitcase which I had not unpacked and quietly went down the back stairs through the laundry room and from there out into the garage. I waited in the garage until I heard RJ's car drive away, then I slipped out the side door and walked the three blocks to North Broad Street and hailed a cab. I had the taxi take me to a nearby hotel and I got a room for the night.

When I got to my room I just sat on the bed reviewing everything That had happened. First Barb had lied to me. She had promised that she wouldn't have any dates while I was out of town. Second, she brought him into our house, cooked dinner for him then had sex with him in my bed. Third, her date, Bob, turned out to be RJ Peterson, the goddamn president of the company I work for. The man that could end my career any time he wanted.

RJ knows I'm Barb's husband. He saw us together at the company Christmas party. Had Barb fallen in love with RJ? I have to tell her I don't want her seeing him any more. But what if she refuses to break it off or worse what if she leaves me for him? Could things get any worse than this?

What hurt me the most about this whole thing was something that I noticed when I was watching Barb make love to RJ. It wasn't just because it was RJ and it wasn't even that Barb was really cheating on me. What hurt the most was that Barb didn't hold anything back while she was making love to him. All the things we do when we are making love that I always thought made our love making special, like when Barb reaches her hand between her legs to guide my cock into her pussy when I am standing behind her or fingering herself, tasting it and calling it our sexual cocktail. I thought our lovemaking was special. I knew then that when Barb made love to me it wasn't anything special. Anything she had ever done with me she also did with her other lovers. Now for me there could never be anything special about sex between us again. That is if I ever had sex with her again.

That night I didn't sleep at all. The only things I could decide were that I didn't want to lose Barb and I had to put an end to Barb seeing RJ and anyone else for that matter. I decided I was going to confront Barb with the lies she had told me and put an end to her dating other men especially RJ.

I waited at the hotel until I was sure that Barb had left for work in the morning, then I took a taxi home. After I showered and shaved, I called Barb's office and left a message that I was home. In Preparation for the talk I planned to have with her I went to the little nylon laundry bag in her closet and got the panties and teddy that she had worn the night before and put them in a bag and took them downstairs.

When Barb got home from work I asked her to come into the living room and sit down, then I fixed us both a stiff drink. I could tell by the look on her face that Barb was puzzled by my behavior. As I was handing Barb her drink she asked my how my trip went. I gave her a short "Fine". 

Barb asked, "What's wrong. I can tell something is bothering you, what is it?"

I took a large pull on my drink and started. "What did you do last night?"

"Nothing. I sat and waited all night for you to call, but you never did."

"What did you do while you waited for me to call?"

"I watched television and then read for a while. Why all the questions?"

"Did you have a date last night?"

"Of course not. I told you I stayed home."

"Right, and you waited for me to call. Well if you stayed home how do you explain these?" As I asked this question I tossed the bag with the teddy and panties in her lap. I could almost see the blood drain from Barb's face as she pulled the items out of the bag.

I said, "Looks like dried cum on the panties don't you think?" 

Barb was dumbfounded. I could see her trying to come up with an explanation but she was having no luck. I didn't wait for her. 

"You said you stayed home. Does that mean that you had company here last night? Did you fuck one of your lovers in my house while I was out of town? Think carefully before you speak because the next word out of you mouth had better be the truth."

Barb looked down at the drink she was holding in her lap. I could see a slight tremor in her hands. "I'm sorry. He asked me to go out and I told him that I was going to stay home to wait for your call. Then he said he would come over here. I tried to stop him but he wouldn't take no for an answer."

"Is that what really happened? "

"Yes. That's what happened."

"I was really hoping you wouldn't lie to me. The reason I didn't call you last night is because I finished my business early and got a flight out yesterday afternoon. I was upstairs in the bedroom when you came in from work last night. Before I could come down and let you know I was here the phone rang. I heard your conversation. You invited him over for dinner. I sat in the guest room and watched you make love to him."

Barb started to cry, "I'm sorry, but I can explain."

"Oh, you can explain? You can explain why you promised that you would never have a date when I was out of town then you went out Sunday night and got fucked in a car in a parking lot? And you can explain to me why you brought your lover into my bed? And you can explain why you never told me that your lover Bob is really RJ Peterson who just happens to be the president of the fucking company I work for? You have an explanation for all of this? One that will make everything all right? Do you really think you can make me believe you right after I find out you have been lying to me about so many things?"

All Barb could manage to say was "Please, please."

"I am not ready to listen to you. You do own me an explanation but I don't owe it to you to listen to your explanation. I don't know what to do about all this. I am hurt and angry but I think that somewhere deep inside I still love you. I believe this because if I didn't still love you I would through your ass out right now. The odd thing is that I believe I could forgive you for the sex. After all you have been having sex with other men with my permission for most of the last year. What I am going to have the most trouble with is the lies and deception. 

"Most of the dates you had were with Bob. I never thought too much of it as I believed that it was just sex and that you were doing it for me as much as for yourself. But what I saw you doing last night was only for you and RJ. I don't think you ever even considered me. Of all the men in the world why did it have to be RJ. How could you when you knew how I felt about him. Are you in love with RJ?" 

"No. I don't love him. I didn't know that Bob was RJ until I saw him at the Christmas party."

"Once you knew who he was you should have stopped seeing him. Anyway, I have spent every minute since I left the house last night, after you let RJ fuck you in my bed, trying to decide what I should do. I'm not sure if we can but I decided that I want to try and work things out. It won't be easy but I only hope it's worth trying. First, if you want to try and save our marriage you have to stop seeing RJ and all of your other lovers. The game is over. Do you understand me?"

Barb reached out to take my hand but I pulled away. She looked up at me with tears in her eyes and her mascara running down her cheek. "I am so sorry. I'll do whatever you want. I promise I will break it off with Bob and the others. Just give me a chance to prove how much I love you."

I said, "It's going to take me a little while to get over this. In the mean time I'll be sleeping in the guest room."

When I went to bed that night I could hear Barb walking around in our bedroom. Barb turned the lights off and then a few seconds later she turned them back on. Right after that Barb knocked lightly on my door. When I asked what she wanted she said, "I love you." Then she went back to her room and turned off the lights.

After two months had gone bye things were getting better between us. We had made love a few times during the last two weeks of that period. Barb had cut herself off from all of her lovers. I was sure of this because I was very vigilant. She came straight home from work every night and didn't go out unless I was with her. It was beginning to look as thought we would be all right. 

It was on a Monday morning right after this two-month period that I got a call from Mark Anderson asking me to come up to his office. When I got up there Mark greeted me with a big smile and a handshake. Mark said I have some good news for you. We noticed what great job you did on the System 2200 implementation in Kansas City and we are aware that your work has always been superior. So we have decided to offer you a promotion to program manager. This will mean more responsibility but a lot more money too. It also means you will have to travel more often. As Mark filled me in on the specifics of the job I knew it was for me. I told him I didn't need to think it over I wanted it. Mark congratulated me and said that I was to start the new job on the following Monday.

When I told Barb about the promotion she was very happy for me and us. To celebrate, we went out to dinner and dancing. When we got home we made love and it was great. For the first time in a long time the passion was back in our love making. 



Life's Important Moments Ch. 04



Part IV The End Game 

Six months into the new job I had the routine down. I was traveling six days a month. It worked out to three, two day trips. Barb and I were doing well and I was happy. It was after one of my trips that I discovered a pair of Barb's sexiest panties in her lingerie bag. I couldn't tell if they had any semen stains on them so I couldn't be sure if Barb had cheated on me or not. I decided not to accuse her without more evidence than a pair of panties in the laundry, but I also decided to be more vigilant. 

To my great disappointment I started finding Barb's sexy lingerie in the laundry bag more frequently after my trips. I didn't find any evidence of semen on any of them or anything else that would prove that she had started cheating on me again, so I kept my worries to myself.

A short time later I got a call at work. When I picked up the phone I thought my secretary said, "I have Mr. Peterson on the line for you."

I told her to put the call through and as I waited for the call to be transferred my mind was racing through all of the possible scenarios for this call. Was he calling me to tell me he's fucking my wife or maybe that Barb was going to leave me and live with him. That would be the last straw. I would have to leave Barb and quit my job if that happened.

When my phone finally rang I took a deep breath and answered. But instead of hearing RJ Peterson's voice on the other end it was a woman's voice. "Hello, is this George Marlin?"

I said, "Yes it is, Ah, who am I talking to?" I was trying to figure out why I thought my secretary had said Mr. Peterson when the voice on the phone answered that question for me.

"This is Mrs. Peterson, RJ's wife. We met at the Christmas party last year."

I said, "Yes, of course I remember you. Mary, right?"

"Oh good, I didn't think you would remember me. I need to talk to you today. Do you think you could meet me for a drink in the Brass Room at six o'clock this evening?" 

The Brass Room was a bar across the street from our office building.

I said, "I guess so. Can you tell me what you want to talk to me about?"

She said, "I'd rather not discuss it on the phone." Then she hung up.

When I walked into the Brass Room that evening, Mary Peterson was already there sitting in a booth. I had almost forgotten how attractive she was. 

As I approached the both she smiled at me and said, "Thanks for meeting me here. How are you?" 

I said I was fine and as I slid into the both Mary made a small jester with her hand and a waitress appeared almost instantly to take our drink order. We made uncomfortable small talk until our drinks arrived then Mary said, "I guess it would be best if I just get straight to the point. My husband is having an affair with your wife. I am sorry to be so blunt but I didn't know how else to say it."

I asked how she knew. She said, "I saw your wife at the apartment."

I asked "How recently?" hoping that she would say it was before I had told Barb to stop seeing RJ.

"I saw her last week." 

I felt as thought I was having my worst nightmare. Then Mary spoke again. "I also know that this has been going on for a long time. I often over hear his phone conversations when he doesn't think I'm listening. I know that a while ago your wife broke things off with RJ. She told him that you knew she had been fooling around and had told her that she had to stop or you would leave her. That's why RJ got you promoted. So that you would have to travel and that would allow him to start things up with your wife again."

I had suspected that Barb was cheating on me again but I didn't have a clue that my promotion had been a set up to get me out of town a few times a month. I felt a little an electrical shock go through my body as well as anger welling up inside me but when I looked into Mary's beautiful soft hazel eyes I felt bad for her. I also felt very guilty. I don't know what came over me but I suddenly started telling Mary that this whole thing was my fault. That if it hadn't been for me, my wife wouldn't be messing around with her husband. Then I launched into the whole story of how my fantasy of Barb having sex with another man lead to this. I kept telling Mary how sorry I was. The whole time Mary was looking at me like I was crazy.

When I had finished the story Mary smiled at me and said, "If RJ wasn't cheating with your wife he would be with someone else's. He has been cheating on me for years, he just doesn't know that I know. But if you knew that he was having an affair with your wife why didn't you stop him?"

"I was afraid of losing my job"

"Well you don't have to worry about that anymore."

"You must think I am a real ass hole, encouraging my wife to have sex with other men."

Mary laughed. "I can tell you about ass holes. Anyway, what are you going to do now?"

"I guess I'll have a talk with Barb, after which one of us will be leaving the house. It may have been my bad idea in the beginning but Barb is the one who went over the line."

"Is this what you really want to do?"

"This is not about what I want to do, it's about what I have to do. If I can't trust her anymore the marriage is over."

Mary looked at her watch. "Oh damn. I have a meeting in a few minutes, and I can't be late. Promise me you wont do anything until we talk again."

I said, "It's too late. I have to do this now."

"One more day won't make any difference so promise me you won't do anything until we talk again." 

Then she pulled a pad out of her purse and wrote something on it and handed it to me. "Meet me at this address tomorrow night at eight. And don't do anything until after I talk to you again. Okay?"

"Okay. I guess one more day won't kill me."

Mary stood up and asked me if I would take care of the drinks. Then she said, "I will see you tomorrow" and headed out of the bar. As she walked away I looked down at the address she had written on the note. Although I had never seen the address before and I had never been there before I knew exactly where it was. It was the address for RJ's downtown apartment where Barb had met RJ for sex so many times.

I sat sipping my drink as I watched Mary walk to the corner and crossed the street then she walked into the office building directly across the street from the bar. I was mildly curious as to what kind of meeting Mary might be attending at the offices of the company I work for.

That night I barely spoke to Barb all evening. I could tell this bothered her but she didn't ask me any questions. She looked rather sad but I didn't feel any sympathy for her. When we went to bed I could tell that Barb was having difficulty getting to sleep. I was too, but I pretended that I was sleeping. 

After a half hour of her rolling around the bed Barb touched my arm lightly and whispered "George, are you awake." When I didn't answer she said, "I love you." 

That statement really agitated me. One part of me liked hearing it but most of me wanted to jump up and slap her, then ask her how the hell she could say that after all the lies and deceit. I guess the only thing that prevented me from throwing her out of bed was that I had promised Mary I wouldn't do anything until after I spoke with her again.

The following afternoon I called Barb's office and left a message telling her I wouldn't be home for dinner. All day I had been trying to think up a believable reason I could give Barb to explain why I wouldn't be home after work. It wasn't until just before I made the call that I realized that I didn't have to tell her anything. I decided to say only that I wouldn't be home.

That day I worked in my office until 7:00 PM then I grabbed a quick bite to eat on the way to meet Mary. When I got to the apartment building I pressed the buzzer for apartment 1745 and was let in immediately. When I got to the seventeenth floor Mary was waiting for me in the open door of the apartment. She was dressed in a business suit consisting of a dark blue skirt that ended just above her knees, a white blouse buttoned all the way up to her neck and a nicely cut suit jacket that matched the skirt. I remember thinking how attractive she looked even dressed as a business woman. As I entered the apartment it seemed familiar because Barb had described the place to me in detail.

Mary lead me into the living room and told me to have a seat while she made us a drink. I looked the sofa and remembered Barb telling me that she sucked RJ's cock on that sofa. I decided to sit in one of the comfortable looking easy chairs that faced it.


When Mary came back into the room she handed me a drink and paced back and forth across the room for a minute. I heard her mumble, apparently to herself, "Where the hell do I start?" 

Then she turned to me and said, "In order for me to make you understand everything I am about to tell you I am going to have to tell you things about myself that I have never told anyone before." 

She sat down on the sofa. " To do this I have to start way back when I was in college." 

Mary took a sip of her drink then set the glass down. "When I went off to college I was a spoiled little girl who had attended high school in an exclusive all girls school. Needless to say I was very naive. Luckily I wasn't stupid, so I didn't fall for every line of crap some guy fed me while trying to get me into bed. As a matter of fact it was because I knew that I was naive that I was very careful about who I dated and for that reason I had very few dates during my freshman and sophomore years. Because of my curiosity about sex I did allow one boyfriend to take my cherry so to speak. I had sex with him only a few times before we broke up."

Mary picked up her drink and took another swallow, then continued. "Late in my junior year I met Bob. He was tall and handsome and was the perfect gentleman. He didn't try to rush me into having sex with him and once we started he showed me that sex could be a lot more enjoyable than it had been with my previous boyfriend. Bob was devoted to me. He really knew how to romance me. He knew the right places to take me to dinner. When an occasion called for flowers he always knew exactly what to get. I was in love with the perfect man. We dated until we graduated and got married the following summer. My father gave us this apartment as a wedding gift and we lived here until we bought our country house five years ago. We kept the apartment because Bob said it would come in handy nights when he had to work late or if we were in town partying we wouldn't have to drive the twenty five miles out to the house. The apartment has come in handy a lot more times for Bob than for the two of us."

She took another drink. "I know this doesn't seem to have anything to do with the current situation but please be patient. Anyway, things were great for the first few years. Bob had a good job so I was able to give my time and abilities to charitable organizations. This made me feel useful and as it turns out I was very good at it. Bob and I had decided to wait for a few years before starting a family so we both threw ourselves into our work."

Mary stood up and started pacing again. "Things were fine until five years into our marriage. Then one night as we were making love Bob asks me if I had ever thought about having sex with another man." I thought he just wanted to hear me say that he was the only man for me, so I did, because it was true. So then Bob asks me if I would make love to another man if he asked me to do it for him. 

When I said I could never have sex with another man, Bob said, 'Never mind, forget I asked.' Then he got out of bed and went off to his study to read. 

I was confused. Like I said earlier, when I was in college I was naive. Well I was still naive. Everything I had learned about sex I learned from Bob and this was the first time he had ever said anything about me having sex with other men.

"When Bob didn't say anything about it the next day I thought that was the end of it. I certainly would never bring it up again. Well that wasn't the end. A few nights later Bob took me out for a romantic dinner and we went home and started making love. Suddenly Bob asks if he can ask me a personal question about my sex life before we met. I told him I didn't know if I could answer the question until I heard what it was. 

"Bob said, 'I know that you had sex with a previous boyfriend. What I would like to know is how did you do it the first time?'

"I was shocked by the question. I told him that I could never talk to him about that. It happened before I met him and was none of his business. 

"Bob kissed me and said, 'I know it's none of my business but I still want to know about it.' 

"I asked him why he wanted to know and he said, 'It's just that I love you so much that I want to share all of the important experiences of your life with you. I wish more than anything that I could have been your first lover, but I wasn't so the only thing I can do is ask that you tell me about your first time so that I can feel that I shared the experience with you.'

"Loving Bob as much as I did and being hot from our sexual foreplay I believed what Bob told me. So I told the story of how I lost my virginity in the back seat of my boyfriends car. I told him in detail how my boyfriend had taken me parking and we were making out in the front seat when he put his hand between my legs and started rubbing me through my pants. We had done this before but this was the first time I didn't stop him by grabbing his wrist and moving his hand away. When I didn't stop him he got boulder and began to unbutton my blouse and I let him. When he had my breasts exposed he began sucking on the nipples and soon he started to unsnap my pants. 

Instead of stopping him I told him we should get in the back seat where we would have more room. Well we were out of our clothes in a flash and in the back seat. I laid down on the seat and my boyfriend lifted my right leg and put in over the front seat. Then he lifted my left leg and put in on the top on the back seat. When he pushed himself inside of me it hurt quit a bit but I wanted to do it. After a while the pain went away and it started to feel good. Things didn't last long. I guess my boyfriend was scared because he wasn't using a condom so as soon as he felt his climax starting he pulled out of me and shot his load all over my pussy and down on the car seat. That was the end of my virginity. The next day when my boyfriend came to pick me up for classes I noticed a stain from blood and semen on the back seat of his car.

"When I finished telling Bob the story he made love to me with a wild passion he hadn't shown me since our early sexual encounters in college. 

"I hope I am not making you uncomfortable by telling you these details about my sex life. I just think it helps to give the complete story."

I told her I didn't mind. But I didn't mention that her story had given me an erection.

"A few nights later Bob asked me to tell him about that night again and try to give him even more detail. He said he wanted to know what I was thinking and feeling while it was happening. He wanted me to describe the size and shape of my boyfriend's penis. Remembering how great the sex had been the other night when I told him the story the first time I did what he asked. I even made up some stuff to make the story hotter. It worked. Not only was Bob extremely hot but so was I."

Mary stopped to refresh our drinks and then began again. "After that, every time we made love Bob wanted details about one of the times I had sex with my boyfriend. Because I had so few sexual encounters with him I started to make things up, because it made Bob so hot and we were having great sex. Then one night Bob brought up the thing about me having sex with another man. At first I thought he was asking me if I had cheated on him, then I realized that he wasn't asking me if I had sex with another man, he was asking me if I would. I told him I couldn't do that. Bob went off to his study again. After that, every time we made love Bob brought up the subject of me having sex with another man. When I would say no, Bob would leave the room. It got so that we weren't having sex at all.

"As time went by there was a real strain on our marriage. It finally got to the point that I started thinking about what he wanted me to do. I started to think that maybe if I had sex with another man that would be the end of it and we could get things back the way they were before. I knew I was going to have to do something or I would lose him. So the next night I put on my sexiest negligee and went into Bob's study were he was reading. I dropped down in his lap letting my little teddy ride up to expose my sheer panties. 

"Bob looked down at me and asked, 'What's this all about?' and I said, 'I thought we ought to talk about when you want me to have sex with another man.' It was amazing. The effect was almost instantaneous. As soon as the words had left my mouth I could feel his erection growing against my bottom. 

Bob said, 'You'll do it then?' I said that if that's what he really wanted I would do it for him. He kissed me and carried me off to bed. Then all during a wild love making session Bob kept talking about how we would set things up to make it happen."

I could not believe what I was hearing. Here is this beautiful woman telling me the most intimate sexual details about her marriage and I didn't know why. I wasn't sure if I should trust her. This could be some kind of a setup created by RJ and my wife, although I couldn't imagine what it could be. Her story was giving me such a hard on I couldn't put much thought into anything other than what she was saying to me.

Mary said, "The way Bob worked it out was that he invited a client visiting from out of town to the apartment for a drink. Then when the guy came over I told him that Bob had to run to his office and would be home in a few minutes. Bob was actually sitting on our balcony outside the bedroom. After I invited the guest in and offered him a drink Bob called on his cell phone and told me to tell his guest that he got hung up on a problem with one of his projects and would be another hour. Well this guest, who I'll call Joe, acted as thought he wanted to leave. I was relieved, thinking that I wouldn't have to go through with Bob's plan. 

"Joe was standing finishing his drink when Bob called me again. Bob told me to tell Joe that he wouldn't be home for at least two hours, then I should ask him to stay and keep me company. Then Bob told me to seduce him. 

"I asked how and Bob said, 'Flirt with him, flash your panties, let him see down your blouse, whatever it takes just make it happen.' 

"I was feeling very uncomfortable but I did as Bob instructed. I told Joe that Bob would be another two hours and asked him if he could stay and keep me company for awhile. When Joe agreed I went into the kitchen to get Joe another drink. While I was in the kitchen I unbuttoned the top two buttons on my blouse. Then I took our drinks into the living room and bent down far enough to give Joe a good view down my blouse as I handed him his drink. I saw Joe look and I could tell that it had the effect that was intended. 

"Joe suddenly seem more relaxed and happier about staying with me. I sat down on the sofa across from where he was sitting and let my legs separate just enough that I was sure he could see up my skirt to my panties. Joe finished his drink rather quickly and asked if he could have another. When I handed him his fresh drink I moved very slowly giving him a nice long look. Before I could move away Joe took my hand and asked me to sit with him. 

"As we sat there Joe started to pay me complements and as he did he touched my arms then brushed the hair away from my face and then ran his finger down my cheek and under my chin. With his hand under my chin he lifted my head slightly and bent forward and gently kissed me on the lips. I tried to act surprised by the kiss but I didn't pull away or resist so he kissed me again, this time with more passion and a little tongue. 




Life's Important Moments Ch. 04



Well the kissing continued and soon he had his hand under my blouse. It was at this point that I stopped him. He had a very disappointed look on his face until I said, 'I think we will be more comfortable in the bedroom.' Joe quickly jumped up and holding my hand followed me into the bedroom.    

"From there things progressed rapidly. Joe had me naked and was stripped to his shorts as he picked me up and set me on the bed. He moved his head between my legs and began to lick up and down my mound separating the lips of my pussy with his tongue. When he put his tongue inside me I stopped feeling bad about what I was doing and started to enjoy it. Joe brought me off orally then moved up the bed until the bulge in his shorts was just inches from my face. I moved forward and opened my mouth as wide as I could and lightly bit the ball formed by his cock and scrotum trapped behind the cotton material of his jockey shorts. 

"Next I pulled his shorts down until his cock sprung out at me. I took his balls in one hand and his cock in the other and began to suck his cock. I was actually enjoying doing this, contrary to what I though would happen. I was hoping that Bob was not enjoying this. I wanted him to hate it so he wouldn't ever ask me to do this again." 

At this point Mary looked at me and asked, "Are you all right? You look funny."

I said, "I can't believe you are telling all of this. I am having difficulty listening without getting aroused by your story."

"I think you will understand why I am telling you all this when I'm done, and I don't mind if the story arouses you. I am a little surprised at how much I am enjoying telling you my story. Anyway, where was I? Ah... After I sucked Joe off for several minutes he pulled away and finished removing his shorts, then he mounted me and I mean that literally. He positioned me on my hands and knees then her entered me from behind while he was kind of squatting above my ass. It felt like he was pushing his cock down into me instead of straight in. He was banging into me so hard I had difficulty staying up. It was everything I could do to keep him from flattening me face first into the bed and I was enjoying every minute. When he finally came deep inside me we both collapsed on the bed panting and sweating.

"Bob gave us about five minutes to recover then he called me and said that he was just leaving the office and would be home in fifteen minutes. That gave us just enough time to dress, make the bed and to be sitting in the living room with a drink as Bob came through the door. Joe was very uncomfortably and made an excuse to leave about a half hour after Bob came home. 

"As soon as Joe was out the door Bob was all over me. He couldn't get me into bed fast enough. Bob wanted me to give him details, what was said, how we started in the living room, how did I get him into the bed room, how did it feel have another man eating my pussy, how did it feel to suck another man's cock? Bob was asking me all of these questions as he was stroking his cock into me as fast as he could. I have to admit I was caught up in the moment. I enjoyed telling Bob about my romp with Joe and I was enjoying what Bob was doing to me while I talked. Our love making session lasted another hour before we both fell asleep exhausted."

Mary got up and refreshed our drinks and sat back down on the sofa and curled her legs up underneath herself and in so doing gave me a nice look up her silky thighs to her panties. I wondered if that was done on purpose or by accident. At that point I didn't really care, I just wanted to hear more.

Mary started again. "The next morning when I woke up I felt terrible. As I sat alone in the kitchen drinking my coffee I was disgusted with myself. I wasn't angry that I had done it, because I had already reconciled myself to the fact that I was doing it to save my marriage. I was most upset because I had enjoyed the sex while it was happening. This made me feel like a slut and I didn't like feeling that way. I knew I never wanted to do that again. 

"Then when Bob came into the kitchen he kissed my cheek and said, 'Last night was terrific, and I knew you would like it too. I can't wait till we do it again. I have some clients visiting again next week. This is great isn't it?' 

I couldn't speak. I wanted to tell him I hated it and never wanted to do it again but I couldn't. I guess I loved him and the fact that he was so happy made me let him think I wanted to do it again also.

"Well, Bob did invite a client over again the following week and in the weeks and months that followed this scenario was played out many times. It got to the point where the only time Bob made love to me was after I had sex with one of his clients. I began to feel that Bob was doing this as much to give his clients a perk as for his own sexual gratification, but by then I didn't care. These men often showed more passion and were better lovers than Bob and they became my sexual release."

Mary got up and began to pace again. "Things hit their lowest point on my birthday. 

"Bob called me from his office and said, 'Dress sexy tonight, I have a surprise for you'. 

"A week earlier Bob had asked me what I wanted to do on my birthday and I told him I wanted to go out to dinner and dancing then come home and make love, so I figured that was the surprise. That afternoon I went shopping and bought a new cocktail dress, short and cut low in the front, and some very sexy underwear. When I got home I bathed, shaved my legs and dressed for my birthday celebration. 

"At seven o'clock the door bell rang. I opened the door to find a young man no more than twenty years old, really just a boy, standing at the door. He was quite handsome, but so young. He told me his name was Ken and that Bob had told him to wish me a happy birthday. 

"I was dumbfounded. Had Bob really sent this kid to me for my birthday? I just felt that this was too much but if that's what Bob wants... I took Ken by the hand and lead him straight into the bedroom. I saw no reason to play the seduction game with him. I might as well just get down to business. I told Ken to sit on the bed and I took my clothes off and put them away. I saw no point in wasting my sexy outfit on this kid. He was going to fuck me no matter what I was wearing. Once I had me clothes off I helped him out of his. 

"He tried to kiss me but I decided that I had no interest in kissing so I went straight for his cock. We were soon in reversed positions (sixty-nine) and I was starting to enjoy myself. A short time later Ken got me on my hands and knees, got in front of me and rubbed his cock across my lips until I opened my mouth and took as much of it in as I could. 

"As I was providing my oral services to his penis, Ken was holding my head and making noises of approval that began in his testicles and ended in his throat never quite making it past his lips. I was getting him to the point where I knew it wouldn't be long before he climaxed when I heard and felt something behind me. I tried to turn and see what it was but Ken held my head tighter so that I was unable to move. In all of the time since Bob had started me out on these sexual adventures this was the first time I had ever been scared. I felt the bed move as someone climbed on behind me. I froze in place waiting to see or rather feel what was going to happen next. 

"What happened was I felt someone's hands on my ass then I felt a cock being pressed roughly against my pussy. It didn't take long for this cock to split my pussy lips and enter me. When he was all the way inside me I heard Bob say "Happy Birthday honey." I wanted to scream but I couldn't with my mouth full of Ken's cock. 

"I tried to pull away but couldn't so I just gave in to them. When I stopped sucking Ken started humping his cock into my mouth. He had been on the verge already so it only took him another minute to climax and Bob was only a minute behind him. 

"After that both men fucked me again, notice I never said made love to me. My body was there for them but my mind was along way away. Later, after Ken had left Bob had the nerve to ask me if I liked my birthday present. I was so pissed at him I couldn't talk so I went to bed."

I asked Mary "Why did you stay with him?"

She replied, "I don't know. Maybe I still loved him or maybe I just didn't know what else to do. Anyway, right after that we moved to our house outside of town. After we moved into the house Bob began to leave me alone. I had no more visitors from out of town and Bob didn't bother me for sex anymore. It was at this point that Bob started spending about one night a week in town. He would say he had to work late and it was just easier for him to stay at the apartment on those nights. I went down there one night and saw him go into the apartment with another woman. "I never told him that I knew what he was doing. I guess he thought I was too stupid to figure it out. 

"Then two years ago Bob quite his job and decided that he was going to make himself president of the security company. He had enough company stock and proxies to back him up and there was nothing the board of directors could do about it. I guess Bob wanted a job with a big title and no work. He counted on the vice presidents to run the company and he just drew a paycheck and tried to look important. That's when he started calling himself RJ. He said he thought it sounded better for a corporate president to be call RJ then Bob."

Mary rolled her eyes and continued. "The day he was named president he came home and said we were going out to celebrate. We went to dinner then out dancing and afterward he came to bed with me. It had been almost three months since we had made love and I was in need. Things started great but as Bob slipped his cock into my extremely ready pussy and began to drive me toward orgasm he whispered in my ear that he would like to see me make love to another woman. My orgasm started in spite of him. Unfortunately he took that to mean that I liked the idea.

"As Bob continued to make love to me he kept talking about how much I would enjoy having sex with a woman. He said I would love the feel of her soft skin and how her nipples would harden when I suck on them. He said that I would love the scent of her sexually excited pussy as I prepare to lick it for the first time. The whole time Bob was talking he never noticed that I was repulsed by the idea.

"After that night I managed to avoid or change the subject every time Bob tried to bring it up. After awhile Bob left me alone again and went back to his affairs at the apartment."

Mary shifted her position on the sofa now giving me a very nice view of her legs and just a little panty. I found it difficult not to just stare at her legs but I managed to just steal glimpses of her legs while I listened to her talk. 

I interrupted her here to say, "I still don't understand why you're telling my all these intimate details about your life."

Mary looked at me with those beautiful eyes and smiled. "Don't be in such a hurry, I'll get to the point soon enough. I don't remember if I told before but I do charity work. I am on several charitable committees around town and act as chairperson on many of those committees. When I am in town for meetings I often stop by the apartment. It was on one of my visits to the apartment that I found a journal that Bob was writing, hidden in the closet. In the journal Bob had written an account of all of his affairs going back almost a year. The most recent date was just two days earlier. 

"I read through the accounts from last year andI found one that started 'Last night I had sex with Barb again. She still doesn't know who I am. I wonder how she would feel if she knew that I was the president of the company her husband works for. At some point I will make sure she finds out and then I will have control over her.' 

"As I read on I found more and more references to Barb. Then in December there was an entry detailing how Barb had tried to break things off with him. He told Barb that if he really believed that she wanted to end their affair he would have to fire George then tell him about the affair. He went on to say that he knew that Barb had never wanted to have a long term affair with him but he wasn't about to let her out of it. 

"He was enjoying the fact that he had her under his control even more than he enjoyed the sex. I had known for a while that Bob was an asshole but I never realized until that moment how much of an asshole he really was."

Mary took my glass and headed into the kitchen to get me another drink and as she walked out of the room I thought about what she had just said. Barb had wanted to stop things long ago but apparently Bob was black mailing her. Now I didn't know what to think. When Mary came back in the room with our drinks she stared her story again.

She said, "Last Wednesday was the final straw. I hosted a committee meeting for one of my charities at the apartment. There was a good turnout for the meeting and I noticed a few new faces which always makes me happy. If it wasn't for new members we wouldn't have enough people to get the work done. Anyway, I noticed that all during the meeting one of the new women kept looking at me. I knew there was something familiar about her but I couldn't remember if I had met her before or not. When the meeting ended and people started to leave I notice this same women hanging back and watching me. I had a feeling that she wanted to talk to me. 

"When everyone else had left she came over to me and introduced herself. She said, 'I'm Barb Marlin, we met at the company Christmas party.' 

Then I remembered that's where I had seen her the first time. I also remembered that I had seen her a second time. She was the woman I had seen going into the apartment with Bob."

Mary waited for me to react to what she was saying then continued. "Then Barb said, almost in a whisper, 'I am here for you to...' 

"I had to lean closer to hear what she was saying. As I did I noticed a tear running down her cheek. Before I could say anything Barb threw her arms around my neck and kissed me on the mouth. I was shocked and pulled away. 

"I asked her what she though she was doing and she stammered, 'Bob said it was what you wanted' then she broke down and cried. 

"I though 'Did that son-of-a-bitch really expect me to have sex with this woman. I asked Barb if Bob put her up to this and she said that he did. 

"I wasn't sure what I was going to do, but I took Barb by the hand and lead her into the bedroom. I put my arms around her and as I hugged her I whispered in her ear 'Let's just tease Bob a little.' I knew that Bob must be out on the balcony waiting for us to put on a show for him so I decided to give him just a little tease. I kissed Barb gently a couple of times as I held her in my arms, then I lead her to the bed and had her lie down. I started to unbutton my blouse as I walked toward the bedroom window. I closed the blinds on the windows completely so that Bob would see nothing more. Then I locked the bedroom door. There would be no show for Bob."

Mary came over and sat on the arm of my chair and took my hand in hers and continued the story. "Once I was sure that Bob couldn't see or hear anything going on in the bedroom I went and sat next to Barb on the bed. I asked her if she had come to seduce me because she wanted to or because Bob coerced her. Barb said that if she didn't do this that Bob was going to send you a video tape of him having sex with her along with a note telling you that you were being fired. When she told me this she began to cry. 

"I put my arms around her to comfort her and I began telling her everything would be all right. I told her that I would put an end to this whole thing. When she looked up at me with her eyes full of tears and her lip quivering she asked me, 'Can you really help me?'

"I kissed her on the cheek and said, 'Don't worry, I will take care of it.' 

"Barb thanked me and kissed me on the mouth. I didn't expect her to kiss me so I didn't move and she kissed me again and this time I could feel that her tongue flicking across my lips. 

"Barb leaned back and looked into my eyes and said, 'I have never done this before but if you can really help me I will make love to you and do anything you ask.'

"Well I guess Barb still believed that she was there to make love to me because it was what I wanted. I was just about to explain things to her when she kissed me again and without realizing it I opened my mouth and let her slip her tongue inside. I don't know what came over me but I was suddenly intrigued by the idea that this woman was prepared to give herself to me. I decided to just let things happen and see how far Barb would go."

This sudden turn in Mary's story had me so excited, both sexually and with curiosity about what was going to happen, that I thought I might cum in my pants at any moment.

Mary said, "Barb continued kissing me, all over my face and neck as well as deep tongue kisses. My heart was racing and I was having difficulty breathing. 

"Barb stopped kissing me and asked 'What would you like me to do?' 

"I told her to remove her blouse and bra and she did without hesitation. As I watched Barb removed her bra it occurred to me that I was about to look at another woman's breasts for the first time in my life. Barb turned her back to me as she let the bra drop away from her chest. When she turned back toward me I couldn't believe the effect the sight of those two beautiful breast had on me. As soon as I saw them I wanted to touch them, to suck on them, but I didn't do anything but look. Barb nervously displayed herself to me and I told her she was beautiful. 

"I asked her if she would like to see my breasts. When she said that she would I very slowly unbuttoned my blouse as I watched her eyes. I could tell that she was staring at my chest waiting for me to reveal myself to her. When I had opened the last button I slowly slipped the blouse off and dropped it to the floor. The bra I was wearing was the kind with the clasp in front. When I unhooked the clasp I looked back at Barb. See was looking directly at my bra and as I began o pull the cups away from my breasts I saw Barb lick her lips. The sensation I felt as I watched her tongue slipping back and forth across her lips made me feel like she was running her tongue across my pussy. "

I had to stop Mary for a minute to get my composer back and to keep from having an orgasm. I had never had any one tell me a story that made me hotter than I was at that moment. I took a big sip of my drink and looked and Mary nodded my head.

"Well, as I removed the bra Barb just stared at my breasts and didn't say a word. When I dropped the bra on the floor I asked her if she liked what she saw and she said that she did. Then I asked her if she would like to touch them. Barb moved closer to me and cupped my right breast in her hand. She looked at me and smiled then she bent down and began licking, kissing and sucking my breasts. After she had nearly brought me to orgasm Barb asked if I would do the same to her breasts. It really surprised me how easy it was for me to kiss and suck another woman's breasts. I never would have believed it. 

"After spending several minutes lavishing attention on Barb's breast I kissed my way back up to her face and gave her a deep tongue kiss. 

"When we broke from the kiss Barb asked me what I wanted her to do next. I was thinking 'I should stop this whole thing now' but I either couldn't or just plain didn't want to. I told her to take her pantyhose off. We both got off the bed and as Barb removed her pantyhose I removed mine. Now we were both wearing just our skirts and panties. 

"As I was kicking off my pantyhose I noticed Barb looking at herself in the mirror. I walked over to her and asked what she was looking at and she said that she was just trying see if she looked as sexy as I did. I stepped in front of her and said that I thought she was beautiful and sexy. 




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"I nodded toward the mirror. I said, 'Look, we both have beautiful breasts.' Then I walked around behind her and put my arms around her and pulled her to me then I moved my hands up to cup her breasts. I squeezed then and played with her nipples and she leaned her head back on my shoulder. While she was still leaning against me I let my hands slide down her chest and brought them around to her back where I unfastened her skirt and let it drop to the floor. 

"When I looked back at the mirror Barb still had her head on my shoulder and her eyes were closed. I slowly ran my eyes down the reflection of Barb's body in the mirror until I got to her panties. Her panties were white and nearly sheer. I could see the dark shadow of her hair through the thin material. The panties fit her tightly and I could see the complete outline of her vagina in the crotch. I had a sudden urge to push my hand inside her panties and push my fingers inside her but I held back. I wanted to take this slowly. I ran my hands around to Barb's stomach then slid them down over the front of her panties and down her thighs. Then I moved my hands between Barb's legs and slowly slid my hands back up until my fingers were pressing against Barb's pussy through the thin material."

Mary stopped for a moment and said that telling the story was having a serious effect on her. I said that it was effecting me as well. We both finished our drinks then Mary started again.

"We were still standing in front of the mirror when Barb asked what she should do next. I kissed her on the neck and asked her 'Have you ever looked at another woman's pussy?' Barb said, 'Not since I was a teenager and that was only to see who's pubic hair was coming in the fastest.' I kissed her on the neck again and told her that now I wanted her to see my pussy. I lead Barb to a chair and told her to sit down. I stood in front of the chair facing her. I reached up under my skirt and pulled the black satin panties I was wearing off and handed them to Barb. I told her to examine the panties and tell me what she noticed. She looked them over and then looked at me with a question in her eyes. 

I said, 'Look inside at the crotch.' 

"Barb turned the panties inside out and looked at them. She looked back at me and said, 'They're damp.' 

"I asked her if she knew what that was from and she didn't respond. I told her that my panties were wet because she was making me so horny. Then I told Barb to smell the wet spot. She did and I asked her if it smelled bad. She said that it didn't smell bad. Then I moved a little closer to her and told her to lift my skirt up and take a good look at my pussy. 

"She lifted the hem of my skirt up with both hands and stared directly at my pussy. I actually had the sensation that I could feel her stare inside my pussy. While she was staring at my pussy I spread my legs farther apart to give her a better view. Then I turned around and bent over and gave her a view between my legs from behind."

Mary looked at me and said, "I really didn't believe that it would go that far when I started." Mary looked at the lump in my pants and said, "I guess you are enjoying the story." 

I said that I didn't know how I felt about all this but the story was definitely getting me aroused.

Mary went back to the story. "After having Barb stare at my pussy for a while I told her it was time for the final test. Barb asked what I meant and I took her by the hand and guided her back to the bed. I laid down in the middle of the bed with my skirt still on and told Barb to get on the bed between my legs. When she was in position I told her that I wanted her to slowly push my skirt up while she kissed her way up the inside of my legs. I told her she could stop anytime she wanted and that she didn't have to do anything she didn't want to do. 

"Barb leaned forward between my legs and kissed me on the inside of each knee then she pushed my skirt up about an inch and kissed the inside of both legs again. Barb repeated this procedure over and over moving just an inch at a time. When she had my skirt pushed up to my upper thigh she stopped for a few seconds and I could see that she was staring at my pussy again. She leaned forward until I could feel her breath on my vulva then I heard her inhale deeply. Without lifting her head she whispered 'You smell so sexy down here.' 

Then she began kissing and licking my pubic mound and my inner thighs and everything else in the area except for my pussy. 

"Barb stopped for a moment then she put the tip of her tongue on the very spot where my legs join together and just below the 'V' that forms the bottom of my pussy. Barb moved her tongue up from that spot, across the slightly parted lips of my pussy and up through my pubic hair continuing up to my navel. 

"When she got there she climbed on top of me and kissed me deeply then looking me directly in the eye and said, 'Now I am going to examine your lovely pussy from the inside, with my tongue.' 

"Barb went back down between my legs and kissed me twice, very lightly on the opening to my pussy then she pushed her tongue inside me. I was so hot and the feeling of her tongue penetrating me was so intense that I had an orgasm immediately. I was amazed at how quickly Barb was able to bring me to a second orgasm. At that point I had to stop her because I didn't think I could handle another orgasm for a while. 

"As I came down for that second orgasm I began to feel guilty about how I had mislead Barb. I told Barb that I had to explain something to her and then said that I had never asked Bob to send a woman over to make love to me. I told her that I had never been with a woman before and that I had never wanted to be with a woman before. I told her that when she thought she had to please me to get my help something came over me and I couldn't stop myself from taking advantage of the situation. I asked Barb to forgive me. 

"Barb said that it was all right. She said that surprisingly she enjoyed giving me pleasure. I told her that I still felt bad and asked if there was anything I could do to make it up to her. Barb pulled her panties off and handed them to me. She said, 'Smell my panties and tell me what you think.' 

"I held her panties up to my nose and inhaled. I smelled the scent of perfume and shampoo and the scent of a female in heat. I said they smell great but I would rather smell the real thing. I slid my head down between Barb's legs and just began kissing, licking and sucking her pussy. It took only a few minutes for Barb to reach orgasm then she moved so the we could both pleasure each other at the same time. Afterward we stayed in bed together and just talked. Once Barb started it all came out. She told me how this whole thing started with your fantasy and got out of control when she got involved with Bob. Barb said that she loved you but that she thought she would lose you and she didn't see anyway to save the marriage. I told her that I would help her if I could. After that Barb got dressed and left. That's it, now you know it all."

I asked "What about Bob? Did he say anything about what happened? Was he upset that you didn't let him watch?"

"Bob wasn't here when we came out of the bedroom and I have avoided him since then. So what do you think?"

I said, "Well if that's all true, how do we get our lives back. If Barb was truly trapped I could forgive her, after all this is at least half my fault. I guess the only way for me to get out from under Bob's control would be to quit my job and move out of town."

Mary smiled at me and said, "I have already put a plan in motion to set things right."

"Really, and where do I fit into this plan of yours." I asked.

Mary stood up and said come with me. She lead me into the bedroom and I began to get very sick feeling. It occur to me that this whole thing might have been orchestrated by Bob. As I watched Mary slip off her suit jacket then unzip her skirt I could picture Bob sitting outside on his balcony watching the whole thing. As I watched Mary undressing I couldn't get the image of her and Barb making love out of my head. I was so excited by her story that even though I knew that I should leave I was frozen to the floor. Mary came over and put her arms around my neck and kissed me.

I felt my cock stiffen as she continued to kiss me. I wanted to leave but I couldn't. Suddenly I just thought the hell with it. Bob has been fucking my wife for a long time, I may as well enjoy his, even if he is watching. At least after this it will be over. 

Mary continued to kiss me and I got stiffer and hotter by the second. Mary helped me out of my clothes and we flopped onto the bed and it wasn't long before I had my head between Mary's legs and wasn't thinking about Bob watching us or what a fool I was to be sucked in by Mary's story. 

I brought Mary to orgasm with my tongue then I climbed on top of her and pushed my rock hard erection inside her pussy. I began pounding into Mary so fast and hard that I thought I might be hurting her, but I didn't care. I was out of control. At the rate I was going it didn't take me long to reach my orgasm. As my cock spewed my semen deep inside Mary I heard her moaning beneath me. We were both breathing hard. 

After a couple of minutes I rolled off Mary and onto my back. As I lay there I tried to make sense of my thoughts and feelings. Had Mary just set me up for her husbands entertainment? Was Barb being forced to continue her relationship with Bob or was that just something Mary made up as part of her story? At that point I couldn't think straight. I knew I should get out of that apartment as soon as possible but I didn't want to leave yet.

As I was laying there with all these thoughts running around in my head, I heard Mary say something. At first I thought she was talking to someone else. When I finally realized that she was speaking to me I had to ask her to repeat herself. 

She asked as she slipped out of the bed "Do you think you can go another round?"

I said "I think I'll be ready again in a few minutes."

Mary said, "Great. I am just going to the bathroom. I'll be back in a minute."

After Mary left the room I rolled over toward the windows and examined the blinds to see where Bob might have been able to see in. All of the blinds were down and tight and I couldn't see anywhere that he would be able see into the room. I was still looking at the windows when Mary returned to the room. When she came in she turned out the lights and got in bed with me. I rolled toward her but before I could put my arms around her to kiss her she slid down the bed and moved her head to my cock and took it into her mouth and slowly sucked and licked my drained member back to life. 

While I was laying there enjoying the wonderful sensation of a great blow job I heard what sounded like someone entering the room. Before I could react to that the lights came on. I had to close my eyes against the sudden burst of light, but even as I was trying to let my eyes adjust to the light the blow job continued.

When I was finally able to open my eyes I saw Mary standing in the door with a big smile on her face. When it sunk in that it wasn't Mary with her mouth around my cock I looked down to see that it was Barb. 

At this point Mary said, "I guess you two don't need me right now." and left the room. 

Barb looked up at me without taking my cock from her mouth and continued sucking.

When Barb had my cock fully erect I pulled her up to me and kissed her deeply then I rolled on top of her and pushed my cock inside her. As I began stroking in and out of Barb I asked her if we were going to make it through this mess. 

Barb said, "I'll do anything to save our marriage." 

I covered Barb's mouth with mine and we sucked on each other's tongues while I pumped myself into her. Barb and I made love for the next twenty minutes and afterward Mary came into the room still naked and got on the bed with us.

I asked, "What's going on here?"

Barb said, "Mary told you about our night together. Well Mary said that she would help me get my life back and save our marriage if she could. This was just a way of getting us into bed together without a lot of difficult and uncomfortable conversation first."

Mary chimed in, "This was actually Barb's idea. She wanted to know what it would be like to watch you in bed with another woman."

I asked Barb, "Well, did you like what you saw?"

She said, "Yes, as a matter of fact watching you two together made me hot, especially knowing that I was going to have you too."

I said, "Does this mean you are going to want me to have sex with other women so you can watch?"

"No. Only with Mary and only with me in the room."

Mary asked, "Do you want to hear the rest of the story? Okay then be quiet, we will have plenty of time for sex later. George, remember when I told you that Bob had made himself president of the company because he had enough stock and proxies to vote himself in. Well that was misleading. He did have enough proxies but he doesn't have any stock in the company. 

The voting shares he used to get voted in as president where mine. I inherited them from my father who founded the company. I have sixty per cent of the voting shares. I had given Bob the proxies so he could make himself president because I thought it would make him happy. The meeting I had to rush off to last night was with the board of directors. I used my voting shares to force a board meeting and had Bob fired from the company. I also served him with divorce papers. Bob is history."

When she had finished her announcement she gave Barb a passionate kiss then she bent over and sucked my cock into her mouth. The rest of the night was a slow three way.

Six months have gone by since that night. I am now the Vice President of Operations for the company and am very happy working for the new president.  Mary voted herself in as president and with the organizational skills she developed over the years working for all of her charities she is actually a very good president. Barb and I are happy again and our sex life is wonderful with the addition of our mutual lover, Mary. We spend many weekends at Mary's house in the country and some week nights in the apartment. Occasionally Mary or Barb will invite another man to the apartment for sex while the other two of us watch. The three of us play some strange but enjoyable sex games but that story is for another time.