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The Long Road to Understanding

By: K.K.



Chapter One - Going Black in Las Vegas

I couldn't believe she had set this all up by herself and especially that she had decided to go to Vegas instead of the beach resort she was always trying to sell me on. I asked her what made her decide to go to Vegas and she said that some of her friends at work had told her how much fun it was and that it could actually be cheaper to go to Las Vegas and stay at a great hotel than to go to the beach and stay at a mediocre hotel. 

I wasn't about to argue with her, I had always wanted to go to Las Vegas but Marsha showed very little interest and always suggested that we go to a beach resort for our first vacation. But after two years of talking about where we should go, I came home form work one evening to find that Marsha had planned a vacation for us and to my great surprise, we were going to Vegas. She had purchased the airline tickets, made hotel reservations at Mandalay Bay and had even purchased show tickets for the Blue Man Group. 

It was to be the first real vacation we had been on in the five years we had been married. We had both been working hard to establish our careers, mine as the manager of a large electronics store and Marsha's as a purchasing agent for a chain of department stores. I had been talking about taking a vacation for the last two years but it was Marsha that finally made it happen.

So three weeks later on a Sunday afternoon, we arrived in Las Vegas. Being from Boston neither of us was prepared for the extreme heat of the Mojave Desert in July, but the hotel was beautiful and we were soon lounging by the pool drinking strawberry margaritas.

Perhaps now would be a good time to give you a little background on Marsha and myself. My name is George Stanley and as I stated earlier Marsha and I have been married for five years. We met right after college at a party at a mutual friends house.

Marsha is tall, nearly six feet tall, and I spotted her across the room as she was talking to a group of people. With her blonde hair, blue eyes and nicely proportioned body I was attracted to her immediately, but so were most of the other guys in the place. Luckily I was one of the few men at the party that wasn't with a date and Marsha was also by herself so it wasn't long before I was able to find an excuse to go talk to her. 

Now I wish I could say that it was love at first sight or that we at least hit it off immediately but that isn't the way it happened at all. At that first meeting Marsha thought I was arrogant and she told me so, and I thought she was too stiff and told her that as soon as I was sure that there was no chance that I would be able to get her into bed that night.

Over the next month we ran into each other several times at different parties and we pretty much ignored each other. Then one night as I was waiting in a bar for some friends I saw Marsha sitting by herself. She had a drink in front of her but there was no evidence that anyone was with her. She looked kind of sad sitting there and I wondered why she would be there drinking by herself. Did she have a drinking problem? Or, maybe she told her date that he was arrogant and he dumped her. 

I couldn't very well stand at the bar and pretend that I didn't see her there so I went over to speak with her. I said hello and she snapped her head around to look at me and said, "Oh, it's you."

There was no warmth in the way she said it and frankly it pissed me off a little to be dismissed so tersely. I was about to be a jerk and say, "I see you have a big date tonight with Jack Daniels. I'll bet he can make all your dreams come true." but before I could open my mouth Marsha said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that the way it sounded. It's just that I was waiting for someone and when I heard you speak... well I was hoping... I guess I was a little disappointed and I was not able hide it when I spoke to you."

I quickly changed my tack and said, "That's okay. No harm done. Well if you are expecting a date I will move down the bar so that I don't cause any problems."

She said, "It's no problem. It doesn't look like he is coming. It appears that I have been stood up."

I actually felt a little bad for her and before I though about what I should do I found myself saying, "I am meeting some friends her for drinks then we are going out to dinner. Why don't you join me?"

Marsha said, "I don't think I would be very good company and I don't want to intrude."

I said, "You wouldn't be intruding and what else do you have to do. Go home? Sit here and get drunk? You can not believe that an evening with me would be so bad that you would chose to sit home by yourself rather that have dinner with me. Besides, this will give us both a chance to improve on the first impressions we made on each other."

To my surprise and also to my delight, Marsha accepted. 

I could tell that Marsha was upset that she had been stood up by her date but we had a good time in spite of that and by the time I took her home I think I was already beginning to fall in love with her. When we got to her apartment Marsha invited me in for a cup of coffee.

We sat on the sofa and talked for a while then I asked her if the guy that stood her up was someone she had been seeing for a while. Rather than answer me, Marsha just leaned her head against my shoulder and buried her face against my chest.

I couldn't tell if she was crying or not, as she was very still. I liked the way she felt against my chest and the way her hair smelled so I was content to hold her. After several minutes Marsha pulled her head back and look at me, then she kissed me. It was a gently kiss at first but then she seemed to put more passion into it which ignited my libido and I responded with even more passion of my own. 

Soon we were pulling each other's clothes off and almost before I could comprehend what was happening I had one of Marsha's creamy white breasts in my hand and I was sucking on her nipple. 

I couldn't believe things were moving that fast and I was afraid that I would do the wrong thing and ruin everything but by that time I was so horny I was ready to risk everything to get inside her. I remember that I held my breath as I started to slide my hand up under Marsha's skirt. I didn't know what I would do if she stopped me and fortunately she didn't. When my hand reached the intersection between her wonderful thighs I could feel the steamy heat from her sex right through the thin cotton the separated my fingers from her most private place. 

I was wondering if she would allow me to pleasure her orally as I slipped my hand inside her panties and began to slowly press one finger into the valley of her vulva. As soon as my finger penetrated her tunnel I felt her wetness and she moved her hips slightly to accept the penetration of her vagina. 

As I was marveling at how sexually aroused she was I became aware of her hands opening my pants. When she began pushing my pants down I lifted my hips a little to help and as soon as she had my pants down she began stroking my cock and with no hesitation at all she took me into her mouth. 

I don't know how we did it but we managed to move around on the sofa until we were lying in opposite directions and she had not once taken my cock from her mouth. While Marsha continued doing wonderful things to my cock, I pulled her skirt up over her hips and pulled her panties down. I began kissing and licking my way up Marsha's thigh and as I got closer to the center of her sex, Marsha spread her legs to give me more room. 

I hesitated for a moment to enjoy the view of her beautiful full bush of light brown hair and the sight of her natural juices spread all over her labia. Then I pressed my mouth against her soft mound and entered her with my tongue. This seemed to trigger an orgasm in her, but in spite of the spasms of pleasure coursing through her body, Marsha still managed to keep my cock locked deep in her mouth. 

She had brought me nearly to climax when I finally had to pull away from her. I would like to have given her my load but more than that I wanted to get my cock into her wonderful pussy. 

Marsha led me into her bedroom and then climbed on the bed and spread her legs in invitation to me. I wasted no time in climbing on top and pressing myself inside her. The feeling of her hot moist vagina wrapped around my engorged cock was almost too much for me. It took all of the self-control I could gather to keep from climaxing immediately. I managed to last a wonderful ten minutes, during which time I was able to give Marsha another orgasm. All in all I was pretty proud of my performance.

After my climax we laid in each other's arms for a long time. When I started to get up to get dressed Marsha said, "Can you stay a while longer? I want to feel you inside me again."

I certainly could not say no to that invitation so I stayed the whole night, and we have been together ever since. In all the time since then, Marsha never mentioned the guy that stood her up that night. I was pretty proud of myself that in one night on hot sex I was able to erase that other guy from her life.

I mentioned before that in the first five years of our marriage we both were working very hard to establish our careers. This kept us for going on vacations and doing a lot of other things but it never interfered with our sex life. We had sex often and always with a great deal of passion and inventiveness. As part of our sex play Marsha likes me to talk dirty to her. The hotter she is the dirtier she likes it. She likes me to say things like "I am going to fuck that hot cunt of yours," or "I'll bet you wish you had more than one big cock to play with tonight." Some nights, just the dirty talk was enough to bring her to the edge of orgasm. 

That brings us back to Las Vegas. After lounging around the pool for a couple of hours we headed up to our room for a shower and a romp in the sheets. As I was sucking on Marsha's nipples I said, "Do you want me to stick my big hard cock into your dripping cunt and fuck you till you pass out?" 

In a passionate whisper Marsha said, "Yes, I want you to stick that big cock of yours in my hot pussy."

I said, "When I am done fucking you, if you haven't had enough I will go out into the street and find another guy to fuck you. Would that make you happy?"

Marsha played along by saying, "Oh yes, I would love that. Maybe you could get a big black man to fuck me. I would love to have a big black cock in my hot cunt."

I once asked Marsha if she had fantasies about other men having sex with her. She said, "Of course I do. Not because I want anyone other than you, it's just fun to think about."

I asked, "When you have these fantasies do you think about having sex with black men?"

She said, "They are just fantasies. Nothing for you to get upset about."

Actually I wasn't upset at all. I like talking about her having sex with other men. For some reason it kind of excited me, and I knew that it was just fantasy for both of us.

After sex we slept for a couple of hours and then showered and got ready to go out for the evening. We had a nice dinner at the House of Blues then headed into the casino.

We played around with the slot machines for while then we sat down at a black jack table. I was trying to teach Marsha the basic strategy of the game when I noticed that a black guy sitting at the table on the other side of the pit from us was looking at me. He was about six feet four inches tall, just an inch taller than me, he was well built and I guess he would be considered handsome. There was something about him that looked familiar but I didn't think I knew him, but he seemed to be looking at me as if he knew me. It was about the third time I looked over at him I caught him looking at me again. I could see that there was a look of recognition in his face but I was sure I didn't know him. 

After a while I forgot about the guy and started concentrating on the game. Suddenly he was standing next to me. When I turned to look at him he said, "Have we met before?"

I said, "I don't think so but you do look familiar." 

He said, "My name is Leon Brown. I'm from Boston."

I said, "I am also from Boston, my name is George Stanley."

He said, "So, we must have met somewhere or we both wouldn't be staring at each other like this. Maybe it was at work. I am a salesman for a luggage company. I sell to stores all over the northeast."

I said, "We wouldn't have met that way, I don't carry luggage in my store. I manage the Apex Electronics store in Cambridge."

Leon said, "That's it then. I shop in your store. I must have seen you in there." Leon turned away from me and I heard he say, "Chilly, come over here."

Suddenly a very attractive woman appeared next to Leon. She was about five feet six inches tall and had a great body. Her skin was slightly lighter than milk chocolate and was flawless. Leon said, "George this is my wife Chillina, but I call her Chilly." Leon turned to his wife and said, "George is from Boston and he manages that Apex Electronics store where I bought the TV and stereo last year. Small world isn't it?"

By that time Marsha had become aware of my visitors and stepped out of her chair to see whom I was talking to. So I introduced her to Leon and Chilly. 

As the dealer sat waiting for us we chatted with Leon and Chilly for a couple of minutes until Leon said, "Chilly and I have a dinner appointment in ten minutes so we have to run. Any chance that you could meet us for a drink later?"

I said, "Sure, where and when?"

Leon pointed to one of the bars in the casino and said they would meet us their in two hours.

As they left I commented to Marsha that it was pretty funny that I ran into someone that I almost knew the first night in Vegas. Marsha laughed and said, "Almost knew? You may have seen him in your store once or twice and you didn't know who he was, now you are acting like you ran into an old friend." 

I said, "What? Should I have turn down the invitation to have a drink with them?"

"No. We can have a drink with them. I just think your reaction to this is funny." 

"I guess it is a little funny at that."

We continued to play black jack for a couple of hours and actually left the table about a hundred dollars ahead. Actually Marsha, who I was teaching how to play, won $110 and I lost $10. After we cashed in our chips Marsha and I went to the bar to wait for Leon and Chilly. 

Marsha and I had just sat down at a table when Leon and Chilly came in. As soon as they sat down we ordered drinks and began chatting like old friends. I asked Leon if they were in Vegas for business or pleasure and he said, "Actually both."

I said, "Are you attending a conference or business show or something like that?"

Leon looked at Chilly and smiled at her then said, "Actually we are here to plan a vacation."

Marsha said, "You came to Vegas to plan a vacation?" 

Chilly said, "Yes. There is a club back in Boston that we belong to, and once a year thirty or forty of us go on a vacation together. Each year one of the couples in the club has to set up the vacation for the rest of the club. This year it is our turn. We have to chose the place, arrange for hotel accommodations and negotiate the room rate, arrange for transportation to and from the airport, and arrange for other entertainment, in this case show tickets for a couple of the big shows here." 

Leon said, "It's a lot of work but as the hosts of the trip, Chilly and I get to go free."

I said, "That sounds great. You get to go on a free vacation to a location of your choice."

Leon said, "That's right, and tonight the hotel manager here at the Mandalay bought us dinner while we discussed the details of our club event."

Marsha asked, "What is this club you belong to?"

Leon looked at Chilly with that same smile I saw earlier and then turn back to Marsha and said, "You'll have to ask me about that later, after I have had a few drinks."

For the next hour and a half we swapped stories and jokes. We had about four rounds of drinks and I was feeling no pain. I could tell by the shine in Leon's eyes and the big grin on his face that he was pretty well oiled too. So I asked him. "You said to ask you about your club after you had a few drinks, so now I am asking. What kind of club is it?"

Leon leaned in over the table and look around to make sure no one was listening in on our conversation and said, "It's a swingers club."

I laughed and said, "A swingers club? You are kidding?"

Leon said, "Quiet. I don't want to tell the world. Yes, we are members of one of the oldest and I think the best swingers clubs on the east coast."

I was shocked but when I look at Marsha she was smiling as if Leon had said that they belonged to the Rotary club. I guess she just didn't understand what Leon had said so I leaned over to her and whispered in her ear, "They are swingers, you know, like wife swapping?"

Marsha's eyes opened wide and all she could say was, "Oh?"

We were all silent for the next couple of minutes until Leon said, "I am sorry if I made you uncomfortable. Don't worry we are not trying to recruit you. It's just that when we meet people we like we like to tell them up front about our life style. It avoids complications and embarrassment later. It also lets people think about whether they might be interested in trying something different and let's them know that Chilly and I are available.

Suddenly the subject became like the elephant in the room. No matter how hard you try you just can't ignore it. We kind of danced around the subject for a few minutes then I had to know. I said, "How did you get into swinging. Did you just one day decided to go join a swingers club?"

Leon laughed and said, "Oh no. It was a gradual thing at first. Chilly and I love each other very much but I knew shortly after we married that sex with one woman was not going to be enough for me so I started cheating. Chilly found out and I nearly lost her. She decided that she needed to get even so she had an affair and then came home crying and confessed everything to me. 

"We talked it through and we both came to the same conclusion. We didn't like to cheat on each other but we both enjoy having sex with other partners. At first we tried going out separately on dates but that wasn't suitable for us. Then one night we met another couple that told us they were into swinging and they asked us if we would join them in their home for an evening of sex. 

"I asked him if he meant that all of us would be together in the same room having sex and he said that we could do it that way or go to separate rooms. Well Chilly and I talked it over and decided to accept there invitation and we went to their house and the four of us had sex in their bedroom. Seeing Chilly having sex with another man became a big turn on for me."

Chilly said, "For us. It was a big turn on for both of us. When ever we swing we are always both in the room."

Leon continued, "Gradually we meet more partners and finally we met a couple that belonged to the club and they invited us to join. That was four years ago."

I asked, "What is the name of this club?"

Leon said, "Sorry, I can not tell you that. Only members know the name. When we talk about it with nonmembers we just refer to it as The Club."

We talked about "The Club" for another half hour and then realizing that it was after midnight, which meant that it was 3:00 AM Boston time Marsha and I decided that we should get some sleep. As we got ready to leave Chilly said, "The hotel gave us the use of a suit while we are here arranging our club even, so if you two would like to... ah... would like to join us in our suit one night this week, we would love to have you."

Leon said, "That's right. We would enjoy that very much."


The Long Road to Understanding Ch. 02



Chapter Two - Back Home

We were home a week before either of us dared to mention our evening with Leon and Chilly. We had been out to dinner and dancing and had just started a long slow love making session when Marsha said, "Shouldn't we talk about what happened in Las Vegas?"

I lied and said, "I don't mind talking about it." Actually I was terrified of the subject. I still didn't understand my feelings about what we had done and I was afraid that Marsha might be upset about it and would blame me.

Marsha said, "I never would have believed that we would do something like that. Ever since we got home I have been thinking about it and trying to decide how I feel about it."

I said, "Have you decided?"

"I feel guilty about it, but I also enjoyed it and that is what made it so difficult for me to know what to think. In the end I decided that it was okay. We were on vacation, Leon and Chilly we very nice and we all enjoyed ourselves so why worry about it."

I was so relieved by Marsha's statement that when she asked me how I felt I said, "I feel exactly the same way you do."

Then Marsha said, "Well, then what do we do when Leon calls and asks us if we want to get together again?"

"What makes you think they would ask us to get together again? They certainly don't need us for sex partners when they have the other members of their club."

"I think he'll call because he said he would."

I said, "Leon said he would call us? When did he say that?"

"Oh, I guess you were out of the room at the time. It was just after he and I made it and I think you and Chilly had gone off to the bathroom or something."

"So he said he would call us?"

'Yes, he said he would call us, so what do we tell him?"

"I don't know. What do you think?"

Marsha said, "I don't care, whatever you want to do is okay with me. I just figured that if you wanted to make it with Chilly we could do it again."

I said, "You just want his big black cock again. Come on, admit it."

"I won't lie and say I didn't enjoy him, but I wouldn't care if I never had sex with him again. It's just that if you wanted Chilly again I wouldn't mind giving him another tumble." Marsha said as she began to laugh. This had a particularly arousing impact on me, because at the time she said it my cock was in her hand and she was slowly stroking it.

Marsha slid down my body and took my erect cock into her mouth and began teasing the head with her tongue. As she did this I thought about the possibility of getting inside Chilly's chocolate covered cherry. I don't know if it was just Marsha's wonderful mouth on my cock or the vision in my mind of Chilly's pussy that was floating around in my head, but I was suddenly having trouble holding off my climax.

I think that Marsha guessed my condition and she quickly turned around and straddled my hips and took my cock all the way inside her well-lubricated pussy in one quick motion. As Marsha slid up and down on my shaft I said, "Are you fucking me now, or Leon?"

Marsha didn't say anything, she just increased her paced and soon had us both climaxing. Afterward we cuddled for a while until Marsha fell asleep. Then I spent the next half hour thinking about whether or not we should get together with Leon and Chilly again.

When I finally fell asleep I had strange dreams about Marsha having sex with lots of different men. In the dream I wasn't angry, just annoyed that I had to keep looking for her. Every time I found her she was with a different guy. My sleep was restless and fitful and when I woke up in the morning I was still very tired. 

In the morning I still wasn't sure what I would say if and when Leon called. He didn't call that week and I began to think that he never would. The odd thing was that thinking that he wasn't going to call both disappointed me and at the same time gave me a feeling of relief. 

Two weeks later Leon called. He said that he would have called sooner only he had been very busy. He said that Chilly had been after him to call ever since they got home from Vegas. I wondered if that was true. Leon then invited us over to their house that evening for drinks and "whatever" as he put it.

I found that when it came down to making the decision it was not difficult at all. I asked, "What time would you like us to come over?"

Leon told me that nine o'clock would be good and then he gave me directions to their apartment.

Marsha and I arrived at Leon and Chilly's modest two story home in Somerville shortly after nine o'clock. As I pulled up in front of the house I noticed a black BMW 528i in the driveway. The vanity license plate on the car read 'L and C'. I remember thinking to myself, 'Leon has good taste in cars too.'

Leon greeted us at the door with a handshake for me, and then a very passionate kiss for Marsha. I felt a little awkward watching them, I didn't feel that it was appropriate for him to kiss Marsha that way, but then Marsha was probably going to end up in bed with Leon anyway so what was the big deal. 

When Chilly came into the room I tried to return the favor by giving her as passionate a kiss as Leon had given Marsha, but Chilly was not as receptive as Marsha had been. It wasn't a rejection, just less enthusiasm. 

Leon quickly offered us drinks and as soon as he had delivered them to us Chilly asked Marsha if she would like to see the rest of the house. The two women disappeared and left me alone with Leon. This was the first time I had been alone with him and I didn't know what we would talk about so I asked him how he and Chilly met.

Leon said, "I met Chilly when we were juniors at the University of Massachusetts."

I said, "Wow, small world. That's where Marsha went to school."

"Really? That is a coincidence. We will have to compare notes later."

I said, "I bet that's not the only thing you plan to compare later." I don't know what made me say that, maybe just being nervous, but it made us both laugh and I felt more relaxed afterward.

Leon said, "You are probably right. Anyway, I started asking Chilly out as soon as I met her but she was dating someone else at the time and kept refusing me. I guess I finally wore her down, because she finally agreed to go out with me. We have been together ever since."

"So you took her away from the other guy?"

Leon said, "I don't know if I took her away from him or if the relationship ended on its own. We have never really talked about it. Chilly didn't want to talk about it then and it just isn't important now, you know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I think so. Basically it's a case of letting sleeping dogs lie, right?" 

"That is exactly right."

I asked Leon how long they had lived in the house and how he liked living in Somerville. We discussed that subject for a while then Leon asked if I want to see his home theater, and I said that I would.

Leon had added a large room on the back of the house and that is where he put the entertainment center. Leon called this room his home theater and it was it was very impressive. He had a large screen TV and a Bose sound system. Leon put a movie DVD in the player and turned it on. It was the movie 'Saving Private Ryan' and Leon skipped ahead to the scene of the Normandy invasion. With the super sound system and the digital picture I was blown away. We watched about twenty minutes of the movie then Leon suggested that we go back and find Chilly and Marsha.

As I walked out of Leon's home theater something in the back of my mind was making me anxious. I felt like I was very close to discovering what it was that was bothering me when Chilly and Marsha appeared. Chilly said, "Has Leon been showing off his home theater. Now do you think this is fair? I told Leon I would like a TV in the bedroom so he buys me a twenty-one inch Sanyo for about $200. Then he tells me he wants to set up an entertainment center down here and he spends about $3000 for his TV."

Chilly was laughing when she said this but Leon seemed to feel that he had to defend himself anyway. He said, "I bought this for both of us. You like it too."

Chilly said, "Oh don't worry, I won't sell it in a garage sale."

I could still feel that something was tugging at me in the back of my mind, but the feeling was fading fast and Chilly helped me forget even faster by placing her hand in my crotch and saying, "Why don't we all go back to the living room and get comfortable."

My cock was nearly erect by the time I sat down on the sofa in the living room. Chilly sat next to me and leaned against me and while I liked having her this close to me it still bother me a little to watch my wife sitting that close to Leon. 

Leon had put on some music and dimmed the lights before he sat down so the mood had been set and it wasn't long before I had my tongue in Chilly's mouth. When I slipped my hand up under her skirt I found that the crotch of her panties was already wet and when I pushed two fingers inside her pussy I found her to be very ready. Her juices were literally running down my hand. I was surprise that she got excited that quickly. After all I sensed from that first kiss that maybe she wasn't quite into swapping partners that night, but she was sure into it now. 

As I was pulling Chilly's panties off I peeked over to see how Marsha was doing. What I saw both excited and bother me. Marsha was sucking on Leon's engorged cock with wild abandon. We had only been at it for a few minutes and Marsha already had her mouth full of cock. I had to take a deep breath and remember what we were doing. Marsha and I were going to both end up having sex with these other partners so what difference did it make how quickly we progressed? 

When I had my emotions under control again I slipped my head between Chilly's beautiful chocolate legs and began to tease her clit with my tongue. She was leaking so much that I had to suck on her love whole to keep her from staining her sofa.

I was still busy eating Chilly's delicious pussy when I heard Leon ask, "One room or two?"

I lifted my head and said, "What?"

Leon said, "Shall we use one room or two tonight? I mean do you want us to all be in one room or should Marsha and I take one room and you and Chilly take another?"

Chilly said, "Why don't we all go to the master bedroom. We have a king size bed with room enough for all of us."

Nobody disagreed so we all headed up stairs. Once in the bedroom we all stripped naked and got on the bed. It was a little awkward at first, all of us on the bed at the same time but we soon got organized. I actually began to enjoy watching Leon's cock sliding in and out of my wife's pussy, especially when my cock was sliding in and out of Chilly. I got the impression that Chilly also enjoyed watching Leon and Marsha.

I managed to give Chilly two good orgasms before I climaxed, but Leon outlasted me by a couple of minutes. When I rolled off Chilly and Leon rolled off Marsha the bed was suddenly crowded. We all lay there quietly as we recovered from our sexually induced exhaustion. Nobody spoke for several minutes then Marsha said, "I need to go to the bathroom, where is it?"

Chilly said, "Come on, I'll show you." 

The two of them left the room leaving me in bed with naked man. To say I was uncomfortable with that would be an understatement. I decided it was time to get up and I guess Leon felt the same because he quickly got up and started dressing. 

When we were both dressed we went back downstairs to the living room to wait for the girls and as girls often do, they took their time getting dressed and made us wait.

When we were all back together again Leon got us all fresh drinks. Until that moment I had never realized how uncomfortable it would be to sit with another couple just after having sex with them. Apparently that problem didn't exist for Leon and Chilly, I guess because they were used to this situation. When Leon sat down with his drink, he lifted it into the air to make a toast and said, "Here is to fucking two lovely woman. Can you think of a better way to spend a Friday night?"

I was surprised by what he said but I had to laugh, as did Chilly and Marsha. Then Chilly said, "It is nice to get a different cock inside you once in a while isn't it?" She was looking directly at Marsha when she said it.

Marsha said, "You're right. There is nothing better than a stiff cock, and a little variety is nice."

I was a little shocked by what Marsha said but then I thought about what we had just done and figured why not? Then I said, "I love the difference in these pussies. Marsha's is all pink and fuzzy like a small peach and Chilly's is like a chocolate covered cherry full of delicious juices."

Leon smiled and said, "You are right. I'll bet Chilly is full of delicious juices."

Leon turned to Chilly and pushed her back on the sofa, and then he pushed her skirt up to reveal that Chilly had not put here panties back on. Without hesitating for a moment, Leon bent down and began to eat Chilly's pussy right there in front of us. 

I looked at Marsha and she was staring at Leon and Chilly with a look of pure lust on her face. When Marsha looked at me I could tell that she would like me to do the same to her, but I couldn't. Leon had left his load in her pussy and I could not bring myself to eat her pussy under those circumstances. I think Marsha understood my problem so she didn't pursue it any further.

Leon brought Chilly to orgasm then looked up at us, smiled, and said, "You're right, chocolate covered cherry."

When Leon sat up I could see Chilly's juices all over his lips and chin. Apparently I was the only one in the room that didn't find what Leon had just done erotic. But I could live with that.

Leon wiped his mouth with his hand and smiled again and said, "We invited you over tonight for two reasons. The first reason is obvious, and we have already taken care of that piece of business. The second reason was to ask the two of you if you would be interested in joining our club. We think that the two of you would get a lot of enjoyment out of what our club can give you. You both basically said that you find that having sex with a different partner to be enjoyable, well think of all the partners that would be available to you if you joined the club."

I was a little surprised by the question, but not shocked. After all I knew about the club and we had already had sex with them twice so it wasn't a big jump to think we might be asked to join. I said, "I don't know, we would have to think about that for a while. Besides, can you just offer membership to anyone? I mean, what would the rest of the members think of us." This was the first time it occurred to me that their club might have a nearly all black membership. Which meant that they may really like having Marsha as a member but what would the other members think of me?

I guess Leon sensed what I was thinking. He said, "Take what ever time you need to think it over and let us know what you decide. Don't worry about whether the other members will accept you, because they will. Let me tell you a little about the club. First, the membership is currently 55 couples ranging in age from late twenties to mid sixties. The members are all above median income and very mixed. While most of the members are white there are five black couples three Asian couples, two Indian couples, and a few others. You would fit right in.

"The club officially meets once a month on the third weekend. We start on Friday evening with a business meeting and then the partying begins. The meeting lasts until Sunday evening at six o'clock. People don't stay the whole time. Some leave after the meeting Friday evening and come back Saturday evening. Others don't come until Saturday. People are coming and going all weekend."

I said, "Where do you meet?"

Leon said, "The club bought an old hotel outside of Medford. It is a four-story building with about twenty rooms. We have put a lot of money into fixing it up and it is quite nice."

I said, "What goes on there during the rest of the month?"

Leon said, "The rest of the time the club is available for use by the members. For instance, if the four of us wanted to get away for a weekend of sex we could reserve a couple of rooms for our use. The great thing about it is that there are usually other couples there doing the same thing so you have the opportunity to expand your party if you want."

Marsha asked, "If we decided to join, what would we have to do?"

Leon said, "First of all, Chilly and I would have to nominate you for membership during a regular business meeting. We would tell the other members about you and then they would have to vote whether to let you join or not. I doubt if you would have any problem getting approved.

" The next thing is the initiation fee. That would be $3000 but you can pay half up front and the rest could be paid monthly along with you dues, which are $100 a month. This may seem like a lot of money, but this covers a lot. We have the upkeep on the hotel and then we have our events, picnics, golf outings, sports (Red Sox games, Bruins games, Celtics games, Patriots games, etc.) and our annual vacation. We will be going to Las Vegas next July."

Marsha said, "Is that it. If the members approve us and we pay the fees we would be in?"

Leon said, "Yes, but there is one more thing. The one thing we don't want to have happen is to have a new couple show up and find out they can't handle the swinging. We don't want a couple to freak out and quit. There is some risk to the membership if something like that were to happen so there is a bit of an initiation you would have to go through on your first visit."

I asked, "What kind of initiation?"

Leon said, "On your first night, you will not attend the business meeting. You will not be allowed to meet any of the other members until the initiation is over. Chilly and I would be your sponsors so it will be our responsibility to bring you to the club and wait with you until the rest of the members are ready for you.

"When they are ready Chilly and I will bring you into the meeting room and introduce you to the club. There will be lights pointed at you and the rest of the room will be dark so that you will not be able to see the faces of the members. Chilly and I will leave you there and the evenings host or hostess with then tell you what you must do." 

Marsha asked, "What would we have to do during the initiation?"

Leon said, "I don't know. The host for the evening decides what you will have to do. You will have to give some kind of a performance with the assistance of one or more of the members. Don't worry it will not be anything dangerous or painful. It might be difficult for you but it wouldn't be anything that you couldn't do. It is just that when we are bringing new members in we want to be sure they are ready for this life style before letting them meet the rest of the members."

I looked over at Marsha but couldn't tell what she was thinking so I turned to Leon and said, "Marsha and I will have to think about this for a while."

Leon said, "Remember this, we have to nominate you at our regular business meeting and if you are approved the first time you would go to a meeting is the following month. Next Friday is our next meeting. If we get you name in at that meeting you will be able to go to next months meeting as a member. If we miss next weeks meeting, your membership would be delayed by another month."  

The last time I felt the way I did at that moment was when Marsha and I had gone to a presentation on time-share vacation properties. The salesman made the deal sound so good but we couldn't make a quick decision to spend that much money. I wanted time to think it over but the salesman told us we had to make our decision right them. We decided against the time-share property. Well at least this time Marsha and I could go home and talk about it.




The Long Road to Understanding Ch. 02



We asked a few more questions about the club, had another drink and then Chilly took my cock in her mouth as I watched Marsha do the same to Leon.

When we finally went home that night we were both to sexually drained to talk. When we got to bed I leaned over to kiss Marsha goodnight she said, "What are you going to tell Leon?" 

I said, "I don't know yet. What do you think?"

She said, "I got the feeling from watching you that this really excited you. If that is true, maybe we should do it. You know I'll do what ever you want. If it makes you happy it makes me happy."

I thought her answer was a bit coy but I was kind of surprised she would be willing to try it. So, when Marsha didn't voice any objections I was ready to say yes, but I didn't tell her. Instead I said, "I think we both need to give this more thought. Let's not discuss this again until say Tuesday. That way we can both give this some thought before we come to any kind of decision."

So, that is what we did. To say that I thought about it would be an understatement. It was about the only thing I could think about. The idea of all that sex was seducing me but I kept thinking that this was not something we should be doing. In the end I decided that If Marsha weren't against doing it we would join the club.

I waited till after we had eaten dinner and cleaned up the kitchen before I asked her what she wanted to do. She just smiled at me and said, "I know you want to do this so let's do it."

I know we should have had more discussion than that but we didn't. I called Leon right then and told him we would like to join the club.

I thought that once the decision was made that I would feel more relaxed about it but I didn't. I was still worried about whether we should have done it or not but I was also excited about the prospect of the variety of sex that would be available to me.

It seemed like a long time before we heard back from Leon on Sunday evening. He said, "Congratulations, you have been invited to join the club. You will have to send in a check for the first $1500 by the end of next week and then you will attend your first weekend on Friday September twentieth. I think you are going to enjoy being a member.



The Long Road to Understanding Ch. 03



Chapter Three - The Club Initiation

Well, if waiting to hear from Leon about whether we were accepted or not seemed like a long time, waiting for the first meeting was worse yet. Although it seemed to be forever, the night arrived and so did Leon and Chilly to pick us up and take us to our swing club debut.

When we arrived at the hotel Leon and Chilly took us around to the rear entrance. We went in through the kitchen, which was empty, and down a dark hallway. We were led into a small room that might have been the hotel manager's office at one time. Leon told us to sit and wait and he would go check to see how much longer the meeting would last. 

Chilly went with Leon leaving us by ourselves in the poorly lit room. Neither of us spoke and in the silence I was able to hear the voices in the distance but they were to far away for me to understand anything they were saying. In a few minutes I could here someone coming down the hall. 

It was Chilly. When she entered the room she told us the meeting was almost over and that Leon would be coming for us in about 15 minutes. 

When she said that I got very nervous but also very excited about what was about to happen, even though I had no idea what we would have to do. My heart was pounding and my palms were sweating. I could tell by the way Marsha was fidgeting that she must have felt the same way.

After what seemed like an eternity Leon came back and handed terry robes to Marsha and me. He said, "Take your clothes off and put these on and let me know when you are ready." Then he and Chilly stepped out of the room.

Marsha and I undressed in nervous silence, and then put the terry robes on. I called out to Leon and said that we were ready and he opened the door and said, "Okay, then follow me."

As we stepped into the hallway my heart was in my mouth. Marsha took my hand and nervously squeezed my fingers as she followed me down the hall. We walked through the hotel lobby and over to a set of double doors with a sign on them that read 'Meeting Room A'.

Leon opened the door and peeked in then turned to us and said, "They are ready for you, let's go inside." I turned quickly and gave Marsha a kiss then we followed Leon through the door. 

The room was large with a bed in the middle of the floor. There were a couple of bright lights toward the back of the room facing the bed. With the light shinning in my eyes I could just barely see that there were people sitting at tables behind the lights and although I could not make out there faces, I could here them talking.

Leon and Chilly led us to the center of the room and had us stand with our backs to the bed and facing the shadowed audience behind lights. As we were standing there I noticed that to my right was a curtain that was suspended about four feet off the floor. The curtain was about 15 feet long and six feet high. Because of the lights in my eye I couldn't see anything under the curtain. I was still looking around to trying to get a feel for what else was in the room when Leon started to speak.

Leon said, "Good evening."

There was a unison response from the audience of "Good evening."

Leon said, "Tonight Chilly and I have the great honor of introducing our two newest members to our beloved club. Everyone, please welcome George and Marsha."

There was a brief period of applause and some whistles then Leon put his hands in the air to ask for silence. When it was quiet he said, "George and Marsha are ready to perform there initiation ceremony so Susan, as hostess for the evening I turn George and Marsha over to you to administer the rights of initiation."

Then I heard a woman's voice; I assumed was Susan, say, "Good evening George and Marsha and welcome to the club. I know that Leon explained the rules of the initiation to you but let me go over them again to make sure everything is perfectly clear.
I will be telling each of you what you have to do and you both must perform as instructed. I feel certain that there is nothing in this challenge that will scare either of you off but I have to tell you this anyway. If for any reason either of you cannot complete the initiation both of you will be asked to leave. Do either of you have any questions at this time?"

My voice actually cracked, as I said "No."

Marsha's "No," seemed much stronger then mine, at least it did to me.

Susan said, "Good then, let's get started. First I want you both to turn to you left and face the wall while we get set up over here."

Marsha and I turned to the wall as instructed and I felt that the sweat must be dripping off my hands and forming a puddle on the floor. But on the other hand, my cock couldn't possibly have gotten harder. As we stood there I could here people moving around behind us but I managed to avoid the temptation to turn around. 

It was only about a minute before Susan spoke again saying, "Before you turn around I am going to explain what you will be expected to do. Behind you there is a curtain hanging from the ceiling. I am sure you both saw it when you came into the room.  The bottom of this curtain is approximately three and a half feet above the floor. We have positioned ten men behind the curtain. These ten men are all naked but you will only be able to see them from the waste down.  

"When I tell you to begin you will walk over to the curtain. Marsha, you are to examine the ten cocks you will see in front of you and you must choose one of the men behind the curtain to have sex with you, making that choice solely on the basis of his cock. You are not to speak to the men. This is not the 'Dating Game'. Remember, you are not choosing the man you are choosing the cock. To help make your choice you can touch the cocks, stroke them or even suck on them but you must not try to peek behind the curtain or talk to the men. George, you are to stay by Marsha's side but you are not to say anything.

"Marsha, once you have chosen the cock you want you will accompany it's owner," there was some laughter from the members, "over to the bed. At that point George will remove your robe for you. Then you will climb on the bed where you will accept the chosen cock inside you and you will fuck until said cock climaxes inside you.

"George, while Marsha is being fucked you will sit on the bed and watch the proceedings. Then, once Marsha has had her pussy filled with sex cream the two of you will get into a 69 position where Marsha will suck your cock until you climax in her mouth and she will swallow your load and while she is doing this you will suck all of the cream from her pussy.

"Now, do you both understand what is expected of you?"

My head was spinning. I was going to have to watch my wife pick a sex partner solely by his cock. Then I had to sit on the bed and watch her get fucked by a stranger and to top all that off I was going to have to eat her messy pussy afterward. This was going to be difficult for me but I felt that I could handle it. The biggest challenge would be eating her cum filled pussy. I stood silently as I prepared myself for the ordeal and I heard Marsha say, "Yes, I understand."

There was a moment of silence then Susan said, "Well George, did you understand the directions I gave."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Ah... yes, I understand."


Susan said, "Okay then, you may begin."

We turned and I walked over to the curtain with Marsha. I couldn't tell how Marsha was feeling about what we were about to do, but it didn't appear to bother her as much as me. 

When we were in position in front of the curtain I was presented with the strangest sight I had ever seen. There they were, ten of them. Some of the men were taller than others so there cocks were higher. The cocks were all different sizes. None were truly huge nor were any very small. 

At first Marsha just kind of giggled and walked back and forth just looking at the dangling members, but then she got serious. She stopped in front of the first cock on the left end of the line and reached out and took his cock in her hand. She curled her fingers around the shaft and stroked it until it was stiff. She then examined it from all angles then moved on to the next cock in line and did the same thing. By the time she got to the seventh guy in line he already had a major woody and the head was dripping pre-cum.
This guy jumped when Marsha gripped his cock and began stroking. Marsha only stroked it about ten times and it shot off like a roman candle. There was cum all over Marsha wrist and hand and it was dripping to the floor.

I heard several people laughing at this poorly timed climax and someone appeared briefly behind the curtain and handed Marsha a towel so she could wipe the semen off her arm and hand.

Marsha continued her initial inspection procedure until she had checked out all ten cocks. Now that she had all the cocks erect, she went back to the third cock from the left end and gave it another inspection. This cock was about seven inches long and probably of average thickness. This is where Marsha surprised me. She got on her knees and took this cock into her mouth. After a couple of minutes she got up and moved down the line and started sucking on another cock. Once again Marsha found an early starter. This cock climaxed in her mouth. Marsha took all of his semen and held it till she had emptied his balls then she spit it into the towel. 

I found myself actually beginning to enjoy the show she was putting on. I was a little jealous that it wasn't my cock getting sucked but I found the whole thing to be extremely erotic. 

Marsha moved on to another cock and sucked this one into her mouth. Marsha continued this routine for quite a while. Moving from one cock to another, stroking them and then sucking them. In all she made five of them climax, leaving her with just five cocks to choose from. There were three cocks over six inches long the rest were about five inches. Marsha focused her attentions on the two biggest cocks, they were both about eight inches long and fat. 

I was getting worried that Marsha was taking to long to make her choice but Susan had said nothing about a time limit and the audience didn't seem to be concerned so I put it out of my mind. 

On her third try with one of the eight-inch cocks she made him climax, leaving just one eight inch cock, one seven inch and two five inch cocks. To my surprise Marsha stood up and pointed to the seven-inch cock and said, "This one."

Susan looked to see where Marsha was pointing and said, "Jack, it's you."

Jack came around the curtain and kissed Marsha, and then took her by the hand and led her over to the bed. At the bed I helped Marsha out of her robe. Then Jack asked her, "How do you want it, missionary position or from behind or some other way?"

Marsha said, "I'd like it from behind, if that's ok?"

Jack said, "That's fine. Go ahead and get on the bed." Marsha got on the bed on her hands and knees and I sat down on the end of the bed where I would be able watch as Jack pushed his cock inside my wife's pussy. 

Jack got on the bed behind Marsha and then holding his cock in his right hand he guided it to Marsha's pussy. First he rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit a few times to lubricate the head with the juices already leaking from Marsha's pussy and then he penetrated her with just the first inch of his cock. He pulled back and teased her pussy again with the head of his cock. Jack again pushed his cock inside Marsha this time penetrating a little farther, maybe two inches and then he repeated the whole process
Penetrating a little farther each time until his cock was finally buried all the way to the root in my wife's pussy. 

I found it fascinating to watch Jack's cock as it entered and retracted from Marsha's open sloppy wet tunnel. I was close enough to hear all the sloppy noises being made by there coupling.  As Jack made long strokes into Marsha I reached around and began to tease her nipples with my fingers. I couldn't believe how turned on I was watching Marsha taking a cock right in front of me. There I was sitting in front of a room full of strangers, with my erection peeking out of my robe and not caring.

I was floating in kind of a sexual haze until I heard Jack grunt. I could tell by his sudden jerky movements that he was climaxing inside Marsha. The look of ecstasy on Jack's face made me a little jealous. I felt like I should be the one shooting my load deep inside Marsha. 

When Jack's cock finished pulsing and pumping semen into Marsha he slowly pulled his cock out of her. As it dropped free of Marsha's pussy there was still a strand of cum hanging from Marsha's mound and connecting her to Jack's cock.

Jack got off the bed and disappeared into the background. Marsha turned to me and gave me a kiss and then pulled me up onto the bed with her. Marsha whispered into my ear that I should lie down on my back. Once I was on my back Marsha straddled my chest with her knees while facing in the direction of my feet. 

When I opened my eyes I was staring up at Marsha's pussy as it hovered over my face. Her pussy was a little puffy and covered with a combination of her own juices mixed with Jack's cream. I began to wonder if I would be able to go through with what was expected of me.

I wanted to close my eyes as Marsha started lowering herself onto my face, but for some reason I couldn't. The last thing I remember seeing before Marsha had her sloppy, sticky pussy pressed against my mouth was a big glob of cum dropping from her cunt onto my face.

As much as I didn't want to eat her pussy I began to do it anyway. I soon realized that it wasn't as bad as I expected and with the people watching shouting encouragement it kept getting easier. I soon had my tongue buried inside Marsha and I was beginning to enjoy both the blowjob she was giving me and the pleasure I was obviously giving her.

Marsha had one massive orgasm as I sucked on her clit. This caused her to leak more of her sexual juices into my mouth and onto my face. Shortly after that I climaxed in Marsha's mouth. As she continued to suck me dry I could here people yelling, "Swallow it Marsha, swallow it."  And Marsha did. She swallowed my whole load, a first for her.

Then Marsha turned around and lay next to me on the bed and kissed me as I heard people applauding us. I was kind of in a near dream state as we lay there in the after glow of our orgasms. 

After a few minutes Chilly came over to the bed and whispered something to Marsha, and she got up and followed Chilly out of the room. I sat up on the bed and watched them go, and was suddenly startled when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to find Leon standing next to me. He said, "You two put on a great show. Wow. Well, I'll take you back to the room you got undressed in and you can get you clothes then we'll go out to the bar and have a drink."

As I followed Leon out of the room I wondered what this would all lead to.



The Long Road to Understanding Ch. 04



Chapter 4: Meeting the Members

I was a little weak legged as I followed Leon back to the small office near the kitchen and got dressed. Leon waited quietly until I had finished and then he led the way to the bar.

There were about a dozen people in the bar when entered. I asked Leon if they were all of the members that were in attendance that night and Leon laughed and said, "Hell no. You and Marsha got everyone so hot during your performance that most of the members are up in the rooms getting it on with someone."

I said, "Where did Chilly and Marsha go?"

"I don't know. Chilly may have wanted to introduce Marsha to some of her friends or, and remember why you are here Marsha may be with another member right now."

I wasn't sure I liked the sound of that but it was part of the deal that came with membership. I would have to accept that when we were at the club, Marsha would probably be with other men. 

As I stood at the bar the members that had gathered there began introducing themselves to me and I was beginning to enjoy myself and decided not to worry about what Marsha was doing and just go with the flow. 

During the conversations I was having with those gathered in the bar I mentioned that I owned an electronics store and John Gardner, a lawyer I had just met, said, "Do you give discounts to club members?" 

I don't think he was completely serious when he asked because he laughed as he said it, so I replied, "I will give a ten percent discount off ticketed prices to anyone whose wife I have sex with."

Everyone laughed and the John pointed to an attractive brunette standing across the room and said, "There's my wife, I need a big screen TV."

Just then the brunette turned to look in our direction to see what all the laughing was about and John signaled for her to come join us. She came over and stood next to John and he introduced us. To his wife he said, "Carla, this is George Stanley," then to me he said, "This beautiful creature is my wife Carla."

We shook hands and recited the usual pleasantries, "Nice to meet you George."

"The pleasure is all mine."

Then John winked at me and said, "Carla, I think you and George should take a little time to get to know each other better."

Carla looked at John then turned and while looking at me said, "I believe you are right John." Then she took my arm and said to me, "Why don't we take a little walk."

We left the bar and Carla guided me to the stairs and we headed up to the second floor. When we got to the top of the stairs we were looking down a long hallway with doors on both sides of the hall. A few of the doors were closed and some were opened. As Carla led me toward one of the open doors she explained that a closed door meant that the room was occupied. I immediately wondered if Marsha was behind one of those closed doors having sex with some guy I had never met. Strangely the thought didn't upset me, maybe that was because of the beautiful Carla who was hanging on my arm. 

Carla closed the door behind us and then turned to me. When she looked at me I noticed for the first time that she had very large dark brown eyes. She had the kind of eyes you can get lost in. As I was staring into her eyes she said, "I think my husband wants me to have sex with you. I hope that the fact that you came up here with me means that we are not going to disappoint him. It would also disappoint me."

I pulled Carla to me and kissed her then said, "I certainly wouldn't want to disappoint you."

With that Carla turn her back to me and asked me to unzip her dress. I did as she asked then I helped slip the dress off her shoulders. Carla let it drop to the floor then she stepped out of the dress. She was now standing in front of me in just her black thigh high stockings, black panties and matching black bra. When she bent down to pick up her dress I couldn't take my eyes off her nicely rounded ass. 

Carla took her dress to the closet and put it on a hanger then turned toward me and asked if I liked what I saw. 

I looked her over slowly and noted her high firm breasts, flat stomach rounded hips and great legs and said, "I love what I see."

Carla walked slowly to me and put her arms around my neck and pulled my mouth to hers and pushed her tongue into my mouth. The kissed lasted about thirty seconds and then Carla pulled away and moved toward the bed. 

This girl really knew how to move. There was sensuality to her movements that would have made my cock hard if it wasn't already trying to burst out of my pants. Carla lowered herself onto the bed and then rolled onto her back. With her long dark hair spread out on the pillow on the right side of her head and her legs slightly spread allowing me a peek at the dark outline of her pubic mound through the sheer material of her panties, she was a vision of erotic loveliness. I was frozen in place, immobilized by her sexual power.

Carla broke the spell when she patted the bed next to her and said, "Why don't you get out of your clothes and join me?"

I tried to act cool as I got undressed but it was very difficult. My hands were shaking from the excitement, making it difficult to unbutton my shirt. I did manage to get my pants off without falling down which was an accomplishment under the circumstances. 

When I got onto the bed Carla sat up and in a very soft voice she said, "Would you please remove my bra for me, I think my breasts need some air, don't you?"

I said, "They certainly do." 

I quickly unhooked the bra and helped her off with it and then I took her breasts in my hands and gently explored them with my fingertips. When I took her nipple into my mouth, Carla arched her back and pushed her chest higher as if she was trying to force more of her breast into my mouth. 

Carla seemed to be enjoying the treatment I was giving her breasts so I continued it for several minutes before beginning to kiss and lick my way down over her stomach to the top of her panties. As I pushed her panties down I kissed my way through a patch of thick dark hair. I could smell her sex now. That wonderful scent of a woman's natural sexual juices, mixed with the perfume she put in her pubic hair and the soap she used. The scent that makes me feel light headed and makes my desire to run my tongue over her mound uncontrollable.

Luckily I wasn't required to try and control my urges so removed her panties and dove face first into her warm, moist sex and began to lick and suck on her pussy. Carla obviously was appreciating my effort, because she quickly rewarded me with and orgasm and the wonderful juices that it released from her pussy.

After her orgasm I moved back up the bed and lay next to Carla and she began kissing me all over my face, tasting her own juices that were spread all over my lips and cheeks. Slowly she began to move down my body, kissing, biting, and sucking as she moved. When she reached my swollen cock she licked the shaft and kissed the head several times before taking it into her mouth. She pleasured my cock orally for a few minutes then stopped and looked up and me and asked, "So, what is it my husband wants from you?"

The question surprised me. I said, "What do mean?"

Carla gave my shaft another lick and said, "My husband must want something from you. That's why he wanted me to have sex with you."

I said, "I don't understand."

"Anytime John wants a favor from someone he sends me as a payment for that favor. He must have asked you for something or I would not be here right now."

"Don't the two of you come her to have sex with other people?"

Carla said, "Not exactly. We belong to the club because John found out there were a lot of members in the club that could be of use to him is some way. So if someone has something that he needs he uses me to help him get it."

"Are you saying that you only have sex with other members when John wants something from them?"

"That is exactly what I am saying. I agreed to join the club because I thought that it might save or marriage. Over the last few years John showed very little interest in having sex with me and I thought that it was my fault. When he suggested that we join this club I thought that maybe somehow it would help us get the heat back into our sex life, but it didn't. 

"I didn't realize why John wanted to join the club for the first few months. It wasn't until I noticed that I never seemed to see John go to the rooms with any of the other women and whenever I went with one of the men it was because John suggested that I go with that person. It was from conversations I had with the men I was with that I found out that in each case John had asked that person for some kind of favor just before John suggested I have sex him.

"So, What did he ask you for?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. That John was actually using his wife to get favors from people. In my case it was a discount at my store. I said, "A ten percent discount at my store."

"See, I told you. It is always the same."

I said, "Why do you put up with him using you this way? Doesn't it bother you that he is pimping you to get what he wants?"

"At first it bothered me, but after thinking about it I decided that it works for me too. I also benefit from the things he gets from people and I am having better sex with the men here at the club than I ever got from John."

I said, "Have you ever thought about leaving him?"

She said, "Yes, but I am not ready to give up the nice house, the expensive car and the other perks of being married to a successful lawyer. But enough of that, let's get this beautiful cock of yours inside me." 

Carla rolled to her back and I mounted her and slipped my cock inside her wet sex hole and took the wild ride. The way she move her hips and flexed the muscles inside her vagina made me feel like I was a champion bull rider when I was able to hold off my climax until I gave her an orgasm first.

When we were done and getting dressed, I asked Carla if we might be able to get together again the next time she was at the club and she replied, "Not unless you are planning on doing another favor for my husband."

She didn't say it like it meant that she would be interested, it sounded more like she meant that John wouldn't allow it unless he was getting something in return. 

Carla finished dressing quickly and left the room before I had a chance to put my shoes on. As I finished dressing I thought about what an asshole John was to use his wife that way. But then I thought, 'I was going to give him that ten percent discount anyway, so getting a romp in bed with Carla was a very nice bonus. And if she didn't mind being used that way why should I worry about it.

As I walked into the hall I spotted Marsha ahead of me just starting down the stairs. She was by herself. I turned and looked down the hall in the other direction just in time to see Leon coming out of one of the rooms. He was buttoning his shirt as he came out and there didn't appear to be anyone with him. It flashed through my mind that maybe he had been with Marsha. There was a very brief twinge of jealousy but I forced it out of my mind. After all why should I care who Marsha was fucking when I was getting my rocks off with another woman?

I hurried and caught up with Marsha on the stairs and walk down to the bar with her. Neither of us mentioned where we had just been or whom we had been with. 

Once in the bar Marsha suggested that maybe we should have just one drink then head home and I agreed. As we were having our drink a couple of other members came over and to introduced themselves and one of them named Bill Alford mentioned hearing that I offered to give a ten percent discount to club members and he asked if that was true. I thought about it briefly and said yes. I will give any member who comes to the store a ten percent discount off the ticket price on anything in the store.

Bill said, "What I heard was that you would give the discount to anyone whose wife you have sex with." 

I Said, "That's right, I did."

Bill said, "Then do I have to wait till you have sex with my wife before I can get a discount?"

I laughed and said, "No, you don't have to wait. I figure that eventually I will get around to getting with all of the wives, so I will give you the discount on faith."

Bill got a good laugh out of that and then he said, "I will bet this will bring you a lot of business." 

I wasn't so sure about that but I said, "That would be nice."

When Bill moved on to talk to some other members Marsha asked me what that was all about and I told her about John asking for a discount and how I joked that I would give a discount to anyone who's wife I had sex with, and that after thinking it over I decided that it might actually be a good idea and might generate some additional sales. I didn't bother to tell her about Carla and how John used her to get his discount.

When we were just about done with our drinks we spotted Leon and Chilly. We went over to them and I said that we were ready to go home and that if they wanted to stay we would call a taxi. 

Chilly said they were ready to leave also, so we said goodnight to a few of the people we had met and left. On the ride home no one spoke. I don't know why, perhaps it was because Marsha and I were feeling a little uneasy about what we had done. It would get easier as we had more experience with this new life style.

When we got home Marsha went straight upstairs while I locked up. When I got upstairs Marsha was already in bed. When I got in she cuddled up to me and kissed me. I kissed her back and I kissed her again and quickly the passion build I began sucking on Marsha's breasts. 

I decided against oral sex, given were we had just been, and I moved on top of Marsha and pushed myself inside her. Marsha was very wet but not nearly as messy as I would have expected. I began to wonder if Leon or whomever she had been with had worn a rubber, or had she douched as soon as she came in the house. I didn't think that she had time to douche and get to bed before I got upstairs so it left me wondering. It was a question I couldn't bring myself to ask Marsha. About the only thing I could manage to ask as I stroked my cock inside her was, "Did you have a good time tonight?"

She said, "Yes, did you?"

I said, "Yes I did." Then I said, "I think this is awkward for both of us. Maybe, at least for now, we should agree not to ask each other what we do when we are not together at the club. What do you think?"

Marsha said, "I agree. No questions."

With that said I concentrated on trying to bring us both to orgasm.



The Long Road to Understanding Ch. 05



Chapter 5: Membership

Over the next three months our lives changed in a very big way but the relationship Marsha and I had outside of the club didn't change. She was still the love of my life and she was no less devoted to me than she was before we joined the club. 

Marsha and I went to the club every Friday or Saturday night for the next three months. That period included three monthly meetings and the rest of the visits were to socialize and have sex with the other members. That certainly was a change from our old life.

Another change came in the form of increased business at my store. It started the Monday after our first visit to the club, when John Gardner showed up and purchased a large screen television. Over the next few weeks I must have seen half of the membership of the club in my store. They bought televisions, CD players, DVD players, and kitchen appliances.

Gary Holms, a member I had only talked to once in the bar came into the store one afternoon and told me that he did the purchasing for the company he worked for and asked my to prepare a bid for 300 television monitors to be placed in training and conference rooms at many of his companies office building locations. 

Being an independent storeowner I didn't really think I had a chance to win a bid like that competing against the large distributors but I put in a bid, which gave a ten percent price reduction, same as I offered directly to the members. I couldn't afford to cut my price more than that or I would end up losing money on the deal. 

I was shocked when Gary called to tell me that I had won the bid. When I asked him how I could have beaten out all of the bigger dealers Gary said, "It was my responsibility to chose the winning bid. Yours wasn't that much higher than the other bids and I was able to justify choosing your bid because you are a local business and we like to support businesses in the community.

After that deal I began to get more of that kind of business. My monthly revenue and profits were both up over fifty percent, all because of the club.

Over the three months I mentioned earlier, I learned some of the etiquette of behavior at the club. First, when talking in the bar, never discuss your sexual encounters with anyone. They are private matters between the participants. Second, when leaving the bar to go have sex with another member, never leave the room together. One person leaves first and the other follows a few minutes later. This is done to keep everyone from knowing your business. I only violated that rule once and that was when I went with Carla and she led me out of the room apparently not caring who saw us leave together.

During the first few visits to the club I felt like I do when I eat at a buffet. You know what I am talking about. You think you are supposed to try everything and end up stuffing yourself. I felt like I was supposed to have sex with two or three different women each time I went. It didn't take long for me to realize that I wasn't enjoying the sex and I wasn't satisfying the women I was with, so I decided I would go with just one woman each visit. I would spend time talking to her in the bar and then move up to one of the rooms for a slow pleasurable love making session. This worked well for me and seemed to work well for sex partners.

During those early visits I managed to ignore what Marsha was doing. I have to admit before we would get to the club I felt a little uneasy about letting Marsha go off and fuck any guy she felt like but as soon as I would get into the bar and begin chatting with a potential sex partner I would forget about Marsha. One thing I did notice was that Marsha seemed to have arrived at the idea of having sex with only one partner on each visit before I did. I noticed this because Marsha always disappeared from the bar before I did and would be in the bar waiting for me when I came back from my interludes. When I wanted to go home, Marsha was always ready to leave.

I guess the real changes for me started around our seventh visit to the club. That night I met Sue Li for the first time. Sue Li is Chinese and although she is able to communicate pretty well, she still struggles with her English. Sue Li is about five feet two inches tall and has beautiful face that lights up when she smiles. Her one problem is that she is over weight and that is why I hadn't taken the time to talk to her before. She ways around one hundred and fifty pounds which is a lot for someone as short as she is. I generally don't go for heavy woman but I decided that I was being narrow minded so I approached her in the bar and asked her if she would like to sit and talk with me for a while.

Sue Li and I sat down at a table in a corner of the room and began to talk. I asked her how long she had been in Boston and she said, "Been here five year."

I said, "How is it you happened to come to Boston?"

Sue Li said, "Chang live here. I come here to marry Chang."

I said, "Did Chang come here form China too?"

She said, "No, Chang born here."

"Then how did you meet Chang?"

"Our parents arrange."

I said, "Your parents arranged for you to marry a man you never met that lived in another country."

"Yes. My parents want me come to America. Chang's grand parents live same town my parents. They made arrangement for me to come marry Chang."

I said, "So you never met Chang until you married him?"

"I meet Chang one week before marry."

I wanted to ask her how she felt about this arranged marriage but decided that I shouldn't. She might think I was mocking her culture and I didn't want to offend Sue Li.

Sue Li began asking me question then. She asked me who my wife was and then asked several question about Marsha.

Sue Li and I had been talking for nearly an hour before I ask her, "Would you like to go upstairs and get comfortable and continue or conversation up there."

Sue Li said, "Okay, I think I like to do that with you."

I said, "Why don't you go first and find a room and I will join you there a few minutes." 

When she left I moved over to the bar and finished my drink. As I scanned the room I didn't see Marsha. I also noticed that Leon wasn't in the room, which didn't mean anything but I wondered for a moment if they were together. This thought caused a tightening in my stomach but it passed quickly. I knew I was being irrational and was able to shake the feeling quickly. After waiting a few more minutes I headed up stairs. 

I found Sue Li in a room about three quarters of the way down second floor hallway. When I closed the door and turned to face Sue Li she asked, "You want me take clothes off now?"

I said, "Yes. Why don't we both get naked and get in bed?"

As I undressed I watched Sue Li. I was surprised that I found her naked body to be very erotic. She did have a large stomach, but she also had very nice breasts. Not big but firm with nice big nipples that seemed to already be standing up and hard. She had a large patch of black pubic hair, which appeared to be straight rather than curly.

When I look up at her face, Sue Li was smiling at me. She held her arms out from her sides and said, "I am too fat, no?"

I said, "No, you are just right."

Sue Li was giggling as she climbed onto the bed. I got on the bed with her and we began kissing. Sue Li wasn't one to waist time. As soon as we started kissing she took my cock into her hand and began stroking it. My cock grew to full size and strength very quickly in her hand. 

I moved my head down and took one of her nipples into my mouth and sucked on it as I flicked it with my tongue. While I was doing this I moved my right hand between her legs and slipped a finger inside her already wet pussy. Things began to progress rapidly from that point.

Sue Li turned her body around so that she could take my cock into her mouth. While she was licking my shaft I wanted to return the favor, but because of the difference in our sizes I could not get my head between her legs while she was sucking my cock. 

When Sue Li had me to a point that I was nearly ready to climax I pulled away from her and said, that it was my turn to pleasure her. Sue Li didn't argue with me, she just rolled onto her back and spread her legs for me. I got between her legs and buried my face in her sex and sucked on her clitoris until she began to spasm in orgasm. 

After her orgasm Sue Li told me to lie on my back and then she climbed on top of me and Using her hand guided my cock inside her dripping pussy. She lowered herself down, taking my whole length inside her in one move and then began to slowly lift and lower he hips bringing me a great deal of pleasure. 

As Sue Li continued her slow movements she asked, "You like way I fuck you?"

I said, "You are fantastic. How did you get so good at this?"

Sue Li said, "I learn to fuck good here at club?"

I said, "You husband didn't teach you?"

"No. When he do me he go very fast. Over in just a few minutes."

I said, "How is it that you and Chang became members of this club?"

Sue Li said, "Chang say this club good place to meet important people. But I know that not true. He want join club so he can fuck American women. That make him feel important. I think Chang ashamed to be with me. I too fat and I don't speak good English."


I was stunned that she would have that image of her marriage and yet seem to be such a happy person. I said, "I think maybe you are wrong. He probably was telling the truth when he said he wanted to meet important people. How could he be ashamed to be with you?"

"Thank you, but I know him."

I said, "Why did you go along with joining the club. You could have said no."

Sue Li said, "He my husband. I must do as he wants."

I again wanted to say something but decided that I didn't understand her culture enough to comment on what she had just said.

Almost as if she had read my thoughts, Sue Li said, "It's okay. I like coming to club. I meet nice men, like you. I fuck good, have fun. Okay?"

I said, "Okay. No more questions." Then I concentrated on the sensations I was feeling in my cock and I relaxed and let her bring us both to a very satisfying climax.

We talked for a little while longer and then got dressed. I let her leave first and followed five minutes later. When I entered the bar I spotted Marsha and Chilly talking to a group of women across the room. I also noticed that Leon was at the bar. 

Leon also spotted me and waved me over to the bar. When I got over to him he shook hands with me and asked me how I was doing. I had a sudden urge to ask him if he enjoyed my wife tonight but I was able to repress the feeling and just respond, "I am fine. How have you been?"

There was no hint from Leon that anything unusual was going on so I decided to put the thought out of my head. Leon has such a friendly way about him that he soon had me laughing at his jokes and then he said, "I hear that you have had an increase of business at your store lately."

I wondered if Marsha told him that as I said, "Yes. Things are going quite well at the store, how did you know about that?" 

Leon said, "I heard some people talking about all the stuff that had been buying at your store. I guess the good news is that they all sounded like very satisfied customers. They are telling their friends about your store."

That was indeed good news. Later as we were discussing college basketball, Marsha appeared at my side and asked if I was ready to go home.

On the ride home I started thinking about what Marsha might have been doing at the club while I was busy. I wondered if, like me she was going with different partners each time or, as I worried that she might, was she spending all her time with one person, Leon. It bothered me to think about Marsha with other men, but I had to accept that if I was going to be fucking other women, and after all it was me who wanted to join the club in the first place. But if she was spending all her time with Leon, that was a different matter. That might mean that there is something more between them than just sex. 

I wanted to just come out and ask Marsha but somehow I just couldn't manage to ask the question. I didn't know how to begin. Besides, we had an agreement. No questions about what we do at the club. 

I spent a lot of time the next day thinking about my feelings. How I felt about Marsha having sex with other men, or worse yet, with only one other man. The more I thought about it the more it all bothered me until I decide to discuss the matter with Marsha.

That evening I asked Marsha if she enjoyed the club. She said, "It's fun but it isn't something I need to do."

That was the answer I was hoping for. If she didn't feel the need to go to the club, well maybe that means there is nothing going on that I need to worry about. So I followed up by asking, "How would you feel if we quit?"

Marsha looked a little surprised by the question. It took her a little longer than I expected for her to start to answer me. When she finally spoke she said, "If you want to quit it's okay with me. But I am a little surprised. After all you were the one who wanted to do this in the first place. Do you really want to quit? I mean, think of your business. Things have been going so well do you want to chance messing it all up?"

I said, "I don't know. It's just that, well I do enjoy my time at the club, but I don't find myself looking forward to going there and I worried that perhaps you weren't enjoying this and that maybe you would want to quit."

I watched Marsha as she though about what I said. I was trying to see if her expression might give away her true feelings about the club. "She said, "The club is not important to me but I don't mind going, and well, I do have fun while I am there and it is good for your business. I guess I feel that as long as it gives you pleasure and it is good for your business I don't mind going to the club. I think we probably should keep going until you are sure you want to quit."

That was not the answer I wanted. That answer told me nothing and I saw nothing in her expression that would tell me what she was really thinking. I decided to take her at her word, that she was doing this for me. But I also decided to keep a closer eye on her at the club to see if I could determine if she was spending all her time with Leon.



The Long Road to Understanding Ch. 06



Chapter 6: Understanding Begins

Over the next several weeks I began to observe a pattern in the movements of Marsha and Leon at the club. It didn't mater if we happened to go on a Friday night or a Saturday night, we would find Leon and Chilly already at the bar. The evenings always started out the same, Marsha and I would would go talk to Leon and Chilly for a few minutes and then I would begin wondering around the bar trying to decide which of the women in attendance I would invite upstairs that evening. 

Now you would think that it would be easy to keep track of Leon and Marsha but it was actually quite difficult. The bar was always busy on the weekends and people were always coming and going in and out of the bar. When you saw someone leave the room you were never sure if they were going upstairs to meet someone for a romp in the sheets or if they were just headed to bathroom. This is all made more difficult by the fact that I didn't want them to know I was watching them, so I could not stare at them, and there was the distraction of the conversations I would get into with different people as I wondered around the room. I could only peek in their direction occasionally and sometimes I would find that one of them had already left the bar without my seeing them so I couldn't tell for sure when they left or how long they had been gone. 

One thing I did make note of was that Leon would never leave the bar before Chilly had left. Marsha would sometimes leave before Chilly sometimes after and often not until Leon had left the bar before her.

This certainly wasn't proof that Marsha and Leon were up to anything, but it didn't lead me to any other conclusion. I figured that Leon always waited for Chilly to leave so she wouldn't know what he and Marsha were up to. I had proof of nothing, but my suspicions were beginning to drive me crazy.

One night a couple of months ago I was standing at the bar pretending that I was having an interesting conversation with another member when Chilly left the room. Marsha and Leon were both still in the bar and as I waited to see who would leave first I saw Marsha walk over to Leon and whisper something to him, and then she walked out of the bar.

As Marsha went out the door, Leon stood up and moved to the bar and started talking to a couple of women who were standing there. He talked for about five minutes then he turned and left the room. I wanted to follow him but I knew it would be very difficult for me to follow without him seeing me. 

When Leon was gone I took my drink and sat at a table by myself so that I could try and sort things out in my mind. I had been sitting only a few minutes when someone sat down next to me. When I looked up to see whom it was I found myself looking into a pair of the darkest eyes I had ever seen. Those dark eyes belonged to an Indian woman I had often seen at the club, sitting by herself in the bar. 

She said, "Hello. I am Sanjana."

I said, "I am George. How are you?"

Sanjana said, "I am sorry to interrupt you but I couldn't help but notice the way you were watching your wife. I sense that something is wrong."

"You notice that I was watching her?" That worried me. I wondered how many others in the bar had noticed.

Sanjana said, "Oh yes. I notice this many times when you are here. Do you not want your wife with other men?"

I stammered, "No... Ah... Well, it's hard to explain."

Sanjana said, "I understand. We don't have to talk about it."

She spoke softly and her voice was very soothing to me. As I said earlier, I had seen her around but I had never taken a close look at her. She was quite attractive with her jet-black hair, smooth dark skin, and those nearly black eyes. 

As she talked she looked directly into my eyes for just a brief moment then she looked down, almost as if she were ashamed. Then she whispered, "Would you like to go upstairs with me?"

I was a little shocked that she asked me to go upstairs, especially after such a short introduction, but I told her I would love too.

I let her go first and waited five minutes before I followed. I had to go all the way to the third floor to find her waiting in one of the bedrooms. While I was closing the door, Sanjana crossed to the bed and sat down. As I walked over to her I sensed that she was uneasy so I asked if something was wrong. 

Sanjana said, "I am a little nervous here with you." 

I said, "Why. I am not going to hurt you and coming up here was your idea. We don't have to stay if you are uncomfortable, we can go back downstairs if you like."

"No. I want to stay."

"Then tell my why you are nervous."

Sanjana said, "I have not been with a man in several months."

I said, "What? How long? Several months? How can that be? I see you here almost every week? Oh... Do you mean that you have been having sex with a woman?"

"No. No sex at all. I explain. My husband say that it would be good for us to join this club so we join. On our first night I have to have sex with two men at the same time. One is between my legs the other in my mouth. I didn't like it and tell my husband I want to quit but he wouldn't let me.

"When he said we were not quitting I told him that I would not have sex with the other men and he told me that if I didn't I wouldn't have sex with anyone. Since that night my husband has not been with me. I mean he has not had sex with me."

I was shocked and had no idea what to say. Finally I managed to ask, "Why do you come with him then?"

"I have to come with my husband. When we get here he goes off with other woman and I just sit and wait till he is ready to go home."

I said, "If you hate this so much why are you here with me right now?"

"Because, each time I come I think, 'Maybe I do it tonight.' But I don't do it because I don't like the men I see. But tonight you looked like you felt as uncomfortable as me and I start to think maybe I have sex with you. Do you understand?"

I said, "I don't know why, but somehow I think I do understand." 

I sat next to her on the bed and began to gently massage her shoulders. She tightened up at first but then began to relax as I massage harder and deeper. I was soon working on her back and I began to kiss her on the neck, which she seemed to like. I told her that it would be easier for me to massage her if I could remove her blouse. In a very small voice Sanjana said, "Okay."

I reached around her and unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders and removed it. Then without asking I unhooked her bra and removed it. Sanjana had beautiful breasts and I told her so and asked if I could touch them. Again the barely audible "Okay."

I reached around her and cupped each breast in a hand and whispered in her ear how much I liked the way they felt. Sanjana just leaned back against me and asked if she could touch me. I said, "Anyplace you want to touch me would be fine."

Sanjana turned around and asked me to get undressed. I did as she requested and sat back down next to her. Sanjana then reached down and started stroking my cock. While she continued exploring my cock with her fingers I sat with my eyes closed and enjoyed the wonderful feel of her soft hands on my tightly stretched skin. 

Her handy work was doing great things for me but I wanted to see more of her so I asked her to remove the rest of her clothes. Sanjana let go of my cock and stood up next to the bed and removed her skirt and her panties. Sanjana had the most delightfully hairy pussy I had ever seen. It wasn't trimmed along the panty line like most women do these days. She had a thick mass of very dark hair all around her pussy mound and growing down between her legs. 

When Sanjana sat back on the bed she took my cock into her hand again and then asked if I wanted her to taste me. I told her I would love it if she did, so she bent down and took my cock into her mouth. While she was sucking my cock I began running my fingers through her thick hair and across her mound. As her lips opened to my touch I slipped a finger inside her and I was pleased to find her very wet. 

After several minutes I stopped Sanjana to keep her from making me climax too soon. I told her to lay back on the bed then I got between her legs and started kissing and licking the insides of her thighs as I work my way toward that moist sex tunnel. When I got to her pussy I sucked her lips between mine and flicked my tongue over her clit, occasionally pushing my tongue as far inside her as I could. Her large mass of hair pressed into my face and tickled my nose a little, but other than that I loved it. As Sanjana began to orgasm her thighs clamped around my head and her hips started to hump her pussy against my face. 

When her orgasm passed Sanjana kissed me on the mouth and then whispered, "I have never had a man do that to me before. I never knew it would feel so good. Please, I would like you inside me now."

We moved to the center of the bed and I got on top of Sanjana and guided my cock through the thicket of her hair and into her wet sex. As I entered her I sensed that she wanted me to go slow, so I did. I watched her face as I pushed myself all the way in and then pulled almost all the way out, repeating this same slow stroke over and over. 

The look on her face was one of ecstasy. 

As she started building toward another orgasm she asked me to go faster and harder, and just as I felt the beginning of my climax, Sanjana locked her legs behind my back and pushed her hips up into the air, lifting me with her. This caused me to deposit my cream deep inside her while she made small mewing noises as she enjoyed her orgasm.

When it was over Sanjana kissed me and started to get dressed. As she did she said, "I don't know if I make you feel any better but you make me feel better.

I waited a few minutes then I returned to the bar to find only a few people still there. Sanjana was at her regular table in the corner and didn't look at me as I came in. Chilly was at the bar getting a drink but Marsha and Leon were still missing. I saw Carla sitting by herself so I got a drink and walked over and said hello to her. Carla smiled and invited me to sit.

We chatted for a minute and I saw Marsha come in and join Chilly at the bar. My mind wondered for a minute as I began to review some of the recent events, but Carla interrupted my thoughts. She said, "You look like your lost. What's the problem?"

At first I was going to just say there was no problem but suddenly a thought popped into my head. I said, "Over the last several weeks I have talked with several women here at the club but most of them seemed to have only one thing on their mind. That is to go upstairs and have sex then forget about it. They seem to want no personal connection at all. But then there were those who did connect in some way. I am thinking of three in particular and you are one of the three. When I joined the club I was under the assumption that everyone was here because this is were they wanted to be. But after talking to you and the others I mentioned I find that is not exactly true. Some of you seem to be here only because your husbands want you to be here. Is that the exception or do you think that is true of most of the couples here?"

Carla said, "Are you asking me if the only reason these women are her is because their husbands make them come?"

I said, "I guess... yeah, I guess that is what I am asking."

Carla said, "Typical male perspective. It is not true of everyone. It is true some of the women only come because of their husbands but it is also true that some of the men come only because of their wives. Do you really think that most couples would be in agreement about joining a swingers club?"

I said, I guess I never really thought about it." 

Carla said, "Of course there are some couples were both want this life style but probably most couples are here because one of them wanted it and the other just went along with it. It is sometimes hard to tell which is which because the individuals sometimes don't know it themselves. Usually people don't want to admit they are here and don't want to be so they convince themselves that they like this life style. Think about it and I am sure you will see I am right."

I was already beginning to see that.



The Long Road to Understanding Ch. 07



Chapter 7: The Lunch Date

The following Thursday I was expecting a shipment of large screen televisions and entertainment centers at the store. Around ten o'clock that morning I got a call from the distributor telling me that the shipment had been delayed and would not arrive at my store until around seven o'clock that evening. 

It has always been my practice to be at the store when a shipment of expensive merchandise arrived so that I can make sure that the merchandise wasn't damaged in transit and that everything on the bill of lading was accounted for. When I realized that I was going to have to stay late at the store that night I decided to surprise Marsha and take her out to lunch. I left the store around 11:30 so that I could get to Marsha's office before noon. It took me twenty minutes to drive across town to her office and I was sitting, waiting for the traffic light to change so I could make a left turn into the parking lot at Marsha's office building, when I noticed a black BMW sitting right in front of the door to her building. 

As soon as I saw the car I thought 'that looks like Leon's BMW, and at the very moment I saw Marsha come out of her building and get into the car. I could not believe what was happening. I was still stuck at the light as I watched the car exit the parking lot onto a side street and disappear from my view.

By the time the light changed and traffic cleared so that I could make my left turn, the car was gone and I had no idea where it was going. I tried calling Marsha on her cell phone but got no answer, so I just left a message for her to call me.

I drove home to see if that is where they might be going but she wasn't, so I waited at the house for a while then drove back to the store. I went into my office and closed the door so that I could have some privacy. My employees know that when my door is closed they are not to disturb me. Within the quiet confines of my office I was able to step back from the emotion of the moment and think things through in a calm, rational manner. 

At first I was angry and hurt, but then I began to think that maybe I was over reacting. Maybe it wasn't Leon. Maybe the car I saw belonged to someone she worked with. Then I began to try and convince myself that it might not even have been Marsha that I saw getting into the car. Maybe I just thought it was Marsha because of the state of mind I'd been in. After all I was over 200 yards away from the building, how could I be sure from that distance. Somehow I managed to talk myself out of believing what I had seen. 

A little after two o'clock Marsha called and said, "I got your message, what's up?"

I said, "I came over to your office at lunch time to see if you wanted to go to lunch with me but you weren't there." I didn't bother to tell her what I thought I had seen.

Marsha said, "Oh, you should have called earlier. A sales rep from one of the companies we buy from took me to lunch. I am sorry you missed me."

Things were beginning to spin around in the back of my mind confusing me even more. I was in no condition to be trying to question Marsha about her lunch date so I said, "No problem. Just wondered where you were. By the way, I have a shipment coming in at seven tonight so I'll be a little late getting home."

Marsha said, "Okay, I'll see you at home. I love you."

Marsha always ended phone conversations with me by saying, "I love you." This time it seemed a little hollow to me.

As I hung up the phone I was wondering if Marsha had just lied to me and then I remembered that Leon was a salesman for a luggage manufacturer. Then things got a little clearer. That was how this all may have started, they met at work. Why hadn't I though of that before. As a buyer Marsha probably met Leon through work. Now I began to wonder how long this had been going on. Did this all start before our trip to Las Vegas?

I had to calm myself down so that I could think logically and without all the emotion about this whole mater. But I still couldn't make sense of it. I thought that possibly Marsha wasn't lying about where she was at lunch. Leon is a salesman and he may very well have taken her to lunch and maybe that was all there was too it. At any rate there was nothing I could do about it at that moment.

When I finally got home from work that night Marsha had my dinner ready and was every bit as loving a wife as she had ever been. She didn't seem nervous or act like she felt guilty about anything. 

While Marsha was cleaning the kitchen I slipped upstairs and checked the clothes she had been wearing for evidence that she might have had sex that afternoon, but I found nothing. While none of this meant anything it made me feel a little better, I could continue to tell myself that my suspicions were wrong. Marsha was not sneaking around behind my back. I decided that I did not have enough evidence to even talk to her about my concerns, so I would have to continue on as if nothing was wrong.

Things went on this way for a while longer. We continued going to the club and each time I would try to find a way to catch Leon and Marsha together, but I realized that even if I walked in on them while they were fucking it didn't prove anything. After all, even if there were nothing going on between them, they would probably end up in bed together occasionally at the club. I would have to find evidence that there was something more going on between them than an occasional fuck at the club. Evidence that they had been together outside of club activities would be all the proof I needed to at least be able to confront Marsha about my suspicions. 

I was beginning to think that I would never catch them and almost resigned myself to the fact that I would just have to live with this until Marsha and Leon tired of each other or she tired of me.



The Long Road to Understanding Ch. 08



Chapter 8: The Last Piece of Evidence

Every year on Memorial Day Marsha and I host our first cook out of the year. We invite a few neighbors and friends from work over and have a few drinks and burn some steaks on the grill. When Marsha suggested that we invite Chilly and Leon this year I almost said no but thought better of it. I had no reason I could give Marsha for not inviting them so I agreed.

The day turned out to be beautiful with bright sunshine and temperatures in the high seventies. When Marsha came out of the house to help me get things set up before our guest started to arrive I noticed that she was wearing a pair of tight white shorts. I had seen her in these shorts many times before and always liked the way she looked in them, what struck me this time was that I could see that she was wearing red panties under them. It wasn't terribly obvious but it was easy to see the red shadow through her white shorts.

I said, "Are you sure you want to wear red panties under those shorts?"

Marsha said, "Do they show through? Well I have to wear them. All of my white panties are in the laundry and anything else I have would show through even more. And besides, who cares if you can see the outline of my panties through my shorts. I am sure none of the men will complain."

I said, "I guess you're right," and we both laughed about it.

That afternoon we had about twenty people talking, drinking, eating and milling around the yard and I wasn't trying to keep track of any of them but at one point, while I was cooking steaks I looked around and didn't see Marsha anywhere. Then I looked for Leon and could not see him either. I wanted to go looking for them but I was in the middle of cooking the steaks and serving them to our guests. When I had served all of the steaks that were done and had thrown five more on the grill I took another look around and spotted Leon sitting in a lawn chair drinking a beer, but I still didn't see Marsha. I wondered if Leon had been sitting there all along and I just didn't see him before or had he been in the house with my wife and I just didn't see him return. 

I was upset but not angry. How could I be angry when I no proof that anything improper had happened. A few minutes later I saw Marsha come out of the house. Marsha wasn't acting in any way that should make me suspicious so I decided to ignore my over active imagination and get back to cooking the steaks.

Most of the guests left around 6:30 that evening but there were a few left, two of our neighbors and Leon and Chilly. We were starting to clean up the yard with the help of the remaining guests when the sky suddenly clouded up and it began to rain. We all hurried into the house and sat with a drink and waited out the brief shower. 

When the rain stopped Chilly and Leon went home leaving us with just our neighbors. Shortly after Chilly and Leon left the sun came back out so we decided to go back outside. I grabbed a couple of towels to dry the chairs off and Marsha fixed a snack tray and drinks. 

I was still drying chairs when Marsha came out with her tray of goodies. When I looked over at her she was already starting to sit and I yelled, "Don't sit yet I haven't dried that chair yet."

I was too late. I told her to get up so I could dry the chair but Marsha just said, "No point in drying the chair now, I am already wet. I guess I won't melt."

The six of us sat and talked for about an hour then our neighbors decided it was time to go home. We all got up to go back to the house and I noticed that Marsha's white shorts had soaked through making them transparent. I could clearly see her beautiful ass as she headed toward the house. I had to stop her before our neighbors got a view of her from behind. 

I grabbed her by the arm and said, "Wait a minute." 

She turned and looked at me and I leaned close to her ear and told her about the condition of her shorts. Marsha looked a little embarrassed. She walked the rest of the way to the house a little behind everyone and tried to make sure that she stood so that no one would get a look at her from behind. As soon as our guests left Marsha said she was going upstairs to put on dry pants. 

When she came back down she was wearing her silk pajamas. I was sitting on the sofa watching television and she came and sat next to me. 

Smelling her body and see her breasts through the loose fitting pajama top began to arouse me. I slipped my hand inside her top and gently squeezed her breast and teased the nipple between my fingers. Then I leaned over and kissed her, and found that Marsha was just as ready to play as I was, so I opened her top and removed it so that I could suck on her nipples. Marsha responded by reaching her hand between my legs and squeezing and rubbing my cock through my pants. 

I slipped my hand inside her panties and started to finger her pussy as we kissed, entangling our tongues. As my excitement grew I pulled her pajamas off leaving Marsha in just her red panties. For a moment as I looked at her something felt wrong, but I could not put my finger on what it was that bothered me and soon my need for sex took control and I stripped off Marsha's panties and clamped my mouth on her pussy and sucked her to a quick orgasm.

After her orgasm Marsha had me sit on the sofa and she sat on my lap, taking my stiff cock inside her. Once I was completely inside her she began to move slowly up and done on my shaft. The feelings this produced were exquisite. 

When I felt that I was getting close to climaxing I had Marsha get on the floor on her knees and I got behind her and pushed myself inside and began to slam my cock into her fast and hard. It was not long after that we both climaxed and collapsed on the floor.

The next day I was sitting in my office at the store, thinking about the events of the day before. I was laughing to myself as I remembered Marsha's wet pants and how embarrassed she was when I told her about them. It was at that moment that I realized that I had missed something important. I thought about the odd feeling I had when I saw Marsha sitting on the sofa in her red panties. 

Suddenly knew why I had felt something was wrong. It was the panties. She had been wearing those panties under her white shorts when the party started but when her shorts got wet she wasn't wearing any panties at all. How could I have missed that? As soon as our guests left, Marsha when upstairs to put on dry clothes and came back down with the red panties on again.

So, when did she take those panties off and why? And was she trying to fool me into thinking she had been wearing them all along by putting them back on under her pajamas?

I began to feel that I had all the proof I needed to confront her but I needed to make sense of it. I took a legal pad out of my desk and started writing a list of the thoughts running around in my head. 

Once I had these ideas on paper I rearranged them into more lists. I had a list of things I knew to be true. This consisted of things I had been told by Marsha, Leon, and Chilly and things I had seen for myself. Then I had a list of observations I made that could be open to interpretation, and finally I made a list of things that were just pure guesses on my part.

I reordered the lists several times until I could see the pattern forming. I ended up changing some of my guesses but most everything else I had been thinking fit the facts. 

I was upset to find that I had proven myself right. I felt betrayed and angry and knew that I had to do something about it. I thought about confronting Marsha when we got home from work that night but I decided to do something else instead. 

I called Chilly at work but she wasn't in. I was told that she had the day off so I called her house. Chilly answered and I asked if Leon was home. Chilly said, "I am sorry George, Leon is on the road today. He won't be home till quite late tonight."

I said, "Actually, it's you I want to talk to. Can I come over?"

"Sure, but what is this about?"

I said, "I don't want to talk about this on the phone. I'll be there in a half hour."

Chilly said, "Okay. I'll be here."

I closed up my office and told my assistant manager that I would be out for the rest of the day and I headed over to Chilly's house.

Chilly answered the door on the first ring and I followed her into the house. She had made coffee and poured us both a cup and we sat at her kitchen table to talk. Chilly spoke first, "Now what was so important that you couldn't tell me on the phone?"

I said, "I don't know how to begin so I will just say this straight out. Leon and Marsha are having an affair."

Chilly's eyes opened wide in surprise and she said, "What are you talking about?"

I said, "Leon and Marsha have been sneaking around behind our backs and having an affair."

Chilly just looked at me in disbelief and said, "They are not having any affair. What on earth ever gave you that idea?"

I said, "It's complicated but let me explain."

Chilly shook her head but said, "Okay, I'll listen, but this is impossible."

I got up and began pacing around the room as I talked. I said, "Okay, here it is. First of all, when we met you and Leon in Las Vegas Marsha supposedly didn't know either of you, but I know that you all went to college together at the U Mass. I believe that Marsha and Leon knew each other in college and were probably lovers.

"Second, and I don't know how I missed this connection before, Marsha buys merchandise for sale in her companies department stores so it is quite likely that Leon would have met with Marsha on a sales call. I believe Leon came to Marsha's office on business and they ended up rekindling their college romance."

I watched Chilly's expression as I talked, she was almost smiling, and I could see she still didn't believe me.

I said, "And I am sure our meeting in Las Vegas was not a coincidence. Leon set that up with Marsha." 

Chilly said, "Why would they do that?"

I said, "The whole thing was a set up to get me to try swinging with you and Leon and then to con me into joining the club. Marsha never had any interest in going to Las Vegas before but then one night I come home to find that she has not only decide that she would like to go to Vegas but she has already made the reservations. 

"When we first met, Leon told me that he recognized me from my store. He said that he bought his entertainment center from me. I saw that entertainment center when Marsha and I came over here and I know he didn't but it from me because I never carried that line of products in my store. Why would he lie about it?"

Chilly said, "But why would they do that? If they wanted to have an affair they could have done it without going to all that trouble?

I said, "They wanted to get me to join the club, that way they could get together every week and neither of us would suspect anything. Didn't you ever wonder how we always seemed to be at the club the same nights that you and Leon were there? Leon had to know when we were going to be there so he could be sure that you two were there.

"Their plan was working pretty good until a few weeks ago when I decided to surprise Marsha and take her out to lunch. When I got to her building I saw Leon's car in the parking lot and I saw Marsha get into the car and drive away."

Chilly said, "You actually saw Leon?"

I said, "No. I saw his BMW but I was too far away to see inside the car."

"Then how can you be sure it was Leon?"

I said, "Because, when I asked Marsha where she was at lunch she said she went out to lunch but didn't tell me who she was with."

"That's not much proof that it was Leon."

"I am not done yet. Do you remember what Marsha was wearing at the cook at on Memorial Day? The white shorts?"

Chilly looked puzzled. "Yes, why?"

"Did you notice that you could see her panties through the shorts?"

Chilly laughed and said, "Yes."

Then I told her how I had noticed that Marsha and Leon seemed to be missing from the party for a while and about how I noticed that she wasn't wearing her panties when her pants got wet. I didn't mention that I didn't catch this detail until the next day.


I could tell that I had gotten Chilly's attention. I said, "Let me just run this by you again to make sure you understand everything I am saying. I believe that Marsha and Leon met in college and had a sexual relationship. Something happened and they broke up, possibly when Leon met you.

"Then after a few years passed Leon goes to make a sales call and runs into Marsha. They discover that there is still a spark there so they have an affair. After a while they decide that they don't like all of the sneaking around and the lying so Leon comes up with the idea of getting me to join the club so that he and Marsha can fuck any time they want without the problems of a typical affair. 

"In order to make this work they had to come up with a way we could all meet that wouldn't make me suspicious. Arranging for us to meet in Las Vegas and pretending that they didn't know each other was the idea they came up with. Then they used the fact that the two of you were into swinging to close the deal."

Chilly said, "Wow. You really believe this?"

I said, "Yes I do and they did a great job on me. Marsha even managed to keep me believing that gong to Vegas was really my idea and that she just finally gave in set it up for us. Then she managed to make me believe that swinging with you and Leon was my idea and she just went along because it was something I wanted. She did the same thing with the club. She convinced me that it I was the one who wanted to join and that it was always my choice if we stayed in or quit. Marsha did a beautiful job of manipulating me.

I probably would never have been sure about any of this if I hadn't seen Marsha get in to Leon's car and then the incident with the red panties at the cook out was the clincher."

I sat down and watched Chilly. She was quiet for a few minutes and then she said, "I can see why you would believe that but I am not convinced yet. I would like to investigate this a little myself before I say anything to Leon. Will you promise not to say anything to Marsha until I talk to you again? Maybe I can clear this whole thing up or worse case, confirm your suspicion." 

I said, "I guess another day or two won't make any difference. I'll wait to hear from you."

Chilly walked me to the door and I said, "I hope your right and I am wrong but I don't have much hope of that." The expression on Chill's face was one of concern. I wondered if she was concerned because she thought I had lost my mind or was it because she was worried that I might be right. I gave Chilly a kiss on the cheek and then left. 

I was headed back to the store when I remembered that I told my assistant manager that I wouldn't be back. Not wanting to talk to anyone, I decide to go someplace and have a drink. I went to a little bar near my store that I go to occasionally and ordered a beer. I sat and slowly drank my beer while I tried to decide how I would handle the confrontation I was sure I was going to have with Marsha. When my bottle was empty I debated having another but decided to go home instead.

On the drive home I thought about how I would deal with Marsha that evening. I wasn't sure I could pretend that nothing was wrong so decided to say that I wasn't feeling well and just keep quiet all evening and hope that Chilly would call me the next day and let me know whatever she found out. I couldn't keep this act up for very long.

I was still thinking about this when I turned the corner onto my street and saw the black BMW parked across the street from my house. I felt my anger begin to build. I wondered if Chilly would believe me now. I decide to sneak into the house and try to catch them in the act, so instead of parking in the driveway I parked on the street in front of my neighbor's house. I walked around to the back of the house and let myself into the garage and from the garage I was able to quietly open the door into the kitchen. 

As I stepped quietly into the kitchen I heard Marsha's voice coming from the living room. She was saying, "I don't know. I never expected this to happen."

I didn't hear anyone else and I wondered if she was talking to Leon or was she on the phone.

Then I heard Marsha again, "I don't want this to end either." That was the kicker. I felt those words in the same manner I would have felt a punch in the stomach. 

That was all I could take so I quickly move through the kitchen and into the living room.

Imagine my surprise at finding Marsha sitting and talking with Chilly. 

My sudden appearance in the room startled both Marsha and Chilly to the point were they both let out little screams.

I looked at Chilly and said, "You told me to wait so that you could come over her and tell Marsha what I told you?"

Chilly said, "You don't understand."

I said, "I don't understand?"

Then Marsha said, "No you don't."

"Well then someone please explain."

Chilly stared to say something but Marsha put her hand up and said, "Let me."

Then Marsha turned to me and said, "You're right, Chilly told me everything you told her. She called me at work and said we needed to talk so I told her to meet me here."

I said, "She told you everything?" I looked from Marsha to Chilly. 

Chilly nodded yes and Marsha said, "Everything." 

I stared at Marsha and asked, "So are you going to try and deny it?"

Marsha looked down at the floor and said, "No. You had it all right. We knew each other in college and we were lovers. The relationship ended when Leon and Chilly started talking about getting married. We ran into each other again last year and it started again. The Las Vegas trip was a trick just as you figured and everything you said about me making you believe these things were your idea is true."

It's funny that in spite of my anger I was still able to feel proud of myself for figuring it all out. I was beginning to lose interest in what Marsha was saying as my thoughts were now on how I should deal with it. 

Marsha made a quick glance toward Chilly and then back to me and said, "Everything you told Chilly was true... except for one thing."

That last statement brought my attention back to what Marsha was saying. I said, "What one thing?"

"It wasn't Leon I was having the affair with, it was Chilly."

I was stunned. I tried to talk but couldn't find any words to express the confusion in my mind at that moment.

Marsha went on, "I knew Chilly in college and we had a sexual relationship. I had never met Leon until he came to my office on a sales call last year. When I found out he was Chilly's husband, I told him I knew Chilly in college and asked him for her phone number. I called Chilly and we arranged to meet for lunch. Once we saw each other again we knew we had to be together whenever we could so I came up with this whole plan. I thought that Chilly and I could have our time together at the club and you would never have to know about us, and until today I thought my plan was working perfectly."

When I was finally able to speak I said, "So all this was so that the two of you could have a lesbian relationship?"

Marsha mad a face when I said that and said, "I don't think of myself as a lesbian. I don't prefer women over men. I have never been attracted to any other woman, only Chilly. I love you and since we met I have not had sex with any other man except for the times you know of when I was with Leon in Vegas and at their house and that guy at the club on our first night."

I said, "In all our visits to the club you never had sex with any of the other men there?"

"No. It was always just Chilly and me."

I said, "Was Leon in on this deception?"

Marsha said, "Not really. Leon doesn't know about Chilly and me."




The Long Road to Understanding Ch. 08



My head was spinning. How could I be so right and so wrong at the same time? The situation was basically the same, Marsha had lied to me and manipulated me, but it was so she could be with Chilly instead of Leon. I found this twist interesting but no less upsetting.

I said, "So what now?"

Marsha looked at me and said, "I don't know. I never thought that this would happen."

I said, "Well it happened and I want to know what you are going to do. Are you going to stop seeing Chilly?"

"No. I love you but I can't give Chilly up. If you try to make me I will have to leave you."

I said, "You say you love me but you would leave me for Chilly?"

"Yes and if Chilly told me I would have to leave you to be with her I would not leave you. I want you both."

The thought of being with Marsha and Chilly intrigued me but when I asked if that is what she had in mind Marsha said, "No. My relationship with Chilly has to remain separate from my relationship with you. I just need time to be with Chilly."

I began to get angry again. I said, "You expect me to share you with Chilly. I don't see that as being any different than if you said you want me to share you with Leon. Why would I want to do that?"

"I would hope you would do it because you love me. Besides, you had your woman at the club, what difference dose it make that I was only with Chilly instead of several different men?"

I said, "There is a lot of difference. I wasn't in love with any of those women. I don't know what I am going to do. Asking me to accept this is a lot to ask. I need time to think about this and I think the two of you better figure out how you are going to explain all this to Leon."

Marsha said, "Why does Leon have to know."

I said, "Because I am not going to lie to him and pretend that I don't know what is going on. I am very tempted to call him tonight and tell him what the two of you have been up doing."

Chilly spoke for the first time since Marsha confessed to their affair. She said, "Please don't do that. Let me tell him. Just give me a few days to figure out how to do it."

I said, "I will wait a week. If you haven't told him by then I will."

Marsha said, "What about us?"

I said, "Before I can even think about us I have to know everything about your relationship with Chilly."

"I already told you everything."

I said, "No you didn't. I want to know everything. How you met, how you ended up in a sexual relationship with her, how many other women you've slept with. I want to know all the dirty details."

Marsha said, "I can't. That is private, it's just between Chilly and me."

I said, "Well it is not just between the two of you anymore. If there is any chance of saving our marriage you have to tell me everything. I don't want you keeping any secrets from me. This is not negotiable."

Marsha looked at Chilly then at me and said, "I'm sorry, I can't. I just can't."

I said, "In that case I think I would like the two of you to leave now."

Marsha began to cry and said, "Where would I go?"

"I don't care. Go to a hotel; go to Chilly's house, whatever. When you are ready to give me what I want come back and we'll talk."

Marsha turned to Chilly and said, "I think you better leave now. I'll call you later."

Chilly got up to leave and when she got to the door she asked Marsha, "Will you be all right?"

Marsha said, "I'll be okay."

When Chilly was gone Marsha said, "I'll just go upstairs and pack a bag. I'll be out in a few minutes."

Marsha disappeared upstairs and I sat down on the sofa. I held my face in my hands as I tried to find a way out of the mess we were in. I wondered if my demand for Marsha to reveal all was fair or did it even go far enough. I guessed that only time would tell.

I didn't look up when I heard Marsha come down the stairs and I sensed that she was looking at me but I kept my face in my hands. Marsha cleared her throat and said, "I'm am sorry that I hurt you, but I don't feel that I had any choice. I do love you and hope that you will be able to accept things as they are."

When I didn't respond, Marsha left the room and I heard her go into the garage. A couple of minutes later I heard her start her car and drive out of the garage.

It is difficult to explain how I felt. Finding out that the woman I love has been in love with someone else since before I met her and on top of that, it's another woman that she loves, how can I compete with that? I won't say that I cried but my eyes filled with tears.



The Long Road to Understanding Ch. 09



Chapter 9: The letter

Three days passed without any word from Marsha and I was beginning to think that I had lost her forever. I knew that I couldn't run after her. If there were any chance for us it would have to be on my terms. I resigned myself to the fact that if I took her back that Chilly may be part of the equation. I wasn't sure I could handle that, but I wasn't sure I could handle losing Marsha either. The only thing I was sure of was that Marsha would have to tell me everything or I would not even consider taking her back.

On that third evening I came home from work and found an envelope addressed to me lying on the kitchen counter. I recognized the handwriting as Marsha's. Inside the envelope was a letter from Marsha. 

I got a beer from the refrigerator and took it along with the letter into the living room.

I opened the beer and took a long swallow and set the bottle down and then I opened the letter. The following is the text of that letter.

Dearest George,

I am sorry to have put you through so much and I hope that I will have the chance to make it up to you. I guess this letter is the beginning of my attempt to make things right. I have thought a lot about what you asked from me and have decided that you probably deserve to know everything. I would rather have you know the truth than for you to imagine what secrets I might be keeping. And if by telling you the details of my relationship with Chilly I can possible save our marriage it will be worth it.

It all started my sophomore year at college. My freshman year roommate and I had planned to room together again that year but at the last minute a family crisis cause her to have to drop out of school. As a result the student-housing administrator assigned me a new roommate. I wasn't happy about that I had no say in who my new roommate would be so when Chilly showed up in the room on move in day I wasn't very friendly toward her.

When I thought about it the next day I felt bad that I had reacted to Chilly that way. It wasn't her fault that she was assigned to my to be my roommate and maybe she wasn't any happier about it than I. I was also concerned that Chilly might think that my reaction to her was a racial thing and nothing could have been farther from the truth. That evening I asked Chilly to go get something to eat with me and I told her about my other roommate and explained that my cool reception the previous day should not be taken personally. I told her that I was sure we would get along fine and probably become good friends. 

Chilly was very gracious in her response. She said that she kind of figured that I was disappointed to get a roommate sprung on me at the last minute like that and she thanked me for clearing the air. 

There wasn't any sexual attraction between us at first or at least I didn't feel any attraction to her. Over the first several weeks of the semester I began to notice that Chilly behaved differently with me than she did with anyone else, boy or girl. I didn't understand it. She never said anything that would be insulting or offensive to me, which is strange when you think about how girls that age tease and pick on each other. Chilly had no problem trading insults and teasing the other girls in our dorm but she never did that with me.

I thought of a lot of reason that she treated me differently, maybe she didn't like me, or possibly it was some sense of loyalty to a roommate. Well, I started to figure it out one night as I was getting dressed to go out on a date. I was walking around our room in a skimpy pair of panties and a bra as I was trying to decide what to wear. As I paced around the room I noticed that Chilly never took her eyes off me. At first it made me a little uncomfortable, but I decide that she was just watching me because I was the only moving object in the room. But after that I notice that she often watched me. It didn't seem to mater if I was dressed or undressed, although her interest seemed to increase as my clothing decreased.

By the end of the school year I was convinced that Chilly had more than just a friendly interest in me, but she never said or did anything that made it uncomfortable for me to be around her, besides, I liked Chilly as a friend so I just let it pass. 

At the end of the year Chilly asked me if I would like to get an apartment with her for our junior year. I agreed, so before we went home for the summer we found a two bedroom apart near the campus and signed a lease for the next school year.

After we moved into the apartment in the fall I noticed a change in Chilly right away. It seemed like she wanted to do things for me. Anytime she left the apartment she would always ask me if there was anything I needed that she could pick up for me while she was out.

At first this made me feel uncomfortable, but I began to like have her do me favors. I tried not to take unfair advantage but it was hard not to. 

I notice that Chilly still liked to watch me around the apartment even more than when we live in the dorm. I got used to the attention and actually began to enjoy it. I found myself leaving the bathroom door partly opened when I was in the shower so that Chilly could look in if she wanted. I didn't realize what I was doing at first but when I thought about it I knew I was teasing her. I liked the feeling of power that I had when I knew she was watching me dry myself or when I was dressing in sexy clothes to go on a date.

I think I should say here that Chilly liked guys. She dated as much as I did, but I felt that she definitely had a thing for me. 

Over time my teasing got bolder and I could tell that Chilly enjoy it. I wasn't sure if she knew that I was teasing her on purpose or not. I tried to act as if I was just comfortable around her and almost act like she wasn't even around when I was dressing, undressing or taking a shower. What ever she was thinking, she never said a word or gave any indication that she wanted anything from me. After a while this began to bug me. It became my goal to make her respond, so I decide to turn up the heat on her.

One evening after we had been out drinking with friends and had returned to the apartment I pulled out a joint I had gotten from a guy I knew and Chilly and I smoked it.

When we were both high I asked her if she was getting enough sex? She said that she was and then I asked her, "Have you ever had sex with another girl?"

I could see that the question surprised her. She said, "No... no I never. I haven't done that."

Then I said, "Have you ever thought about doing it?"

She said, "Doing what? Having sex with a girl? I don't think... well I mean I have but... well you know?"

I said, "No, I don't know. Do you think it is something you want to do?"

Chilly was looking at me like a guy does when he thinks he might get laid. She said, "I don't know, maybe. I think I am too stoned to talk about this now."

I said, "I think you would like to try it." Then I said, "Maybe someday we could try it together."

I could hear the excitement in Chilly's voice when she said, "You would really want to do that?"

I said, "No, I guess not. I might be able to let another girl kiss me between my legs but I could never do that myself."

I had achieved my goal. I saw the disappointment in Chilly's face when I said I couldn't do it. Now I knew I could really drive her crazy and I loved the power that gave me over her.

We didn't talk about our conversation the next day but I could tell Chilly was still affected by it. She was even more attentive than usual. So I decided to see how much control I could get over her. It was raining that day so I said to Chilly, "I need some nail polish and shampoo but I don't want to go our in this weather. Would you run over to the store for me?"

If she said no I would have pretended I had only been joking, but she said, "What color polish do you want and what kind of shampoo?"

Over the next few days I pressed to see how far Chilly would go and I wasn't able to make her say no to me. 

One thing that I had discovered since that night I ask Chilly about her desire to have sex with another girl was that I got a little tingle in my pussy whenever I teased her. So one night when I was in the bathroom getting ready to go out an idea came to me. I stripped down to my bra and panties and then quickly applied nail polish on my fingernails. 

Once I had the polish on all of my nails I called to Chilly and asked her if she would bring me a bra and panties form my dresser. Chilly didn't hesitate. Within thirty seconds she was in the bathroom with a bra and panties. Then I said, "Chilly, I just put polish on, would you be a friend and help me change. 

Chilly just stared at me for a few seconds then she move behind me and unhooked my bra. She slipped the straps off my shoulders and carefully guided it down my arms and over my hands making sure nothing touched my wet nail polish. Then she guided my hands through the straps of my clean bra and pulled it into place. As she guided the cups into place I felt her fingers touch my breasts. I knew that was not by accident. 

Once she had the bra hooked in back she move in front of me again. She didn't say anything she just looked at me. Then I said, "Now help me off with these panties."

I waited to see if she would object but she didn't. She got on her knees in front of me and pulled my panties down and then helped me get my feet out of them and she dropped the soiled panties on the floor and picked up the clean ones and as I lifted my foot so she could slip the panties over it I put my hand on top of her head to help me keep my balance. Once she had my foot through the leg hole I put it down and lifted the other foot.

When she had my second foot through the leg hole I put my foot on the floor then slid my hand off her head and down under her chin and lifted her head just little so that she was looking directly at my pussy. Then I said, "You like that Chilly? I bet you would love to kiss me there wouldn't you? Well, I have been thinking that I might let you do that some time, would you like that?"

Chilly looked up at me but didn't say a word, but the fire in her eyes answered my question. Then I said, "Okay, are you going to pull those panties up or not?"

Chilly finished pulling my panties up and then she stood again. I was about to turn and walk away from her when I had a sudden urge. I took her face in my hands and pulled her close and kissed her on the mouth, and then said, "Thank you Chilly."

Up until that point I had never planned on doing anything other than teasing Chilly but suddenly the though of making her put her head between my legs and having her lick pussy was making me horny.

I tried to put that idea out of my mind put I couldn't. I wouldn't think about it all day but then I would be in bed at night and I would think about Chilly in the next room and the image of her head between my legs would come back to me. So, one night I decide that the next time I was feeling horny I would see if I could get Chilly to give me oral sex.

As it turned out it was just two nights later on Friday night. I met a guy in a bar that night and we went parking in his car. He had me so horny that I almost let him fuck me but I had a policy that I would never have sex with a guy until I had gone out with him at least four times. So I made him take me home. When I went upstairs Chilly was just getting into bed. I went into my room and undressed and got into bed. I thought about reading for a while but I was too restless and horny so I decided to see what would happen if I invited Chilly into my bed. I thought about how I should handle it and decided that I should make this more of a demand than a request. That way I could stay in control. I figured if she refused I would pretend to be drunk and hope that we could both forget about the next morning. 

I took a deep breath and tried to slow my rapid heartbeat then I called out, "Chilly, would you come here?"

Chilly didn't respond but she was standing next to my bed before I could even think of calling for her a second time. She said, "Did you want something?"

I said, "Yes. I decided that tonight is the night."

Chilly said, "The night for what?"

I pulled back my sheet and spread my legs wide and said; "I decided that I want you to give me an orgasm tonight."

Chilly just stood there looking at me then she move her eyes down to my exposed pussy. Her eyes seemed to lock on me there so I pulled my knees up to expose myself even more then I said, "Go ahead, you know what I want."

Chilly looked scared but she got on the bed between my legs and she lay down flat on her stomach with her head just inches from my pussy and then I pulled my sheet back over covering her up. I could no longer see her as anything buy a shape under my sheet. I put my head back against the headboard and waited. At first she gently press her lips against my pussy and kissed it. She did this several time and then she began to tentatively run her tongue over my vulva, which felt very nice. Chilly began very slowly and very gradually increased her activity. First by slipping her tongue between my lips then pushing it inside me. It was a full five minutes before she sucked my clit between her lips and really began to drive me up the wall. 

In all it took Chilly about fifteen minutes to make me climax and it was a wonderful orgasm. I knew right then that I was going to want Chilly between my legs a lot in the future. 

When it was over I pulled the sheet back and said, "Thanks Chilly, that was really nice."

Chilly didn't say a word; she just smiled at me and then went back to her room. 

After that night I began having her eat my pussy two or three times a week. Not always in bed although that is where we did it most of the time. One night we were sitting at the kitchen table have a beer when I told Chill I would like her to do me right there so she got on her knees in front of me and reached up under my skirt and pulled my panties off. The she pushed my skirt up to my hips and moved her head between my thighs and sucked my to a glories orgasm. 

Chilly seemed to enjoy doing me whenever and wherever I wanted and she never acted like she wanted anything in return. 

One morning I was standing at the kitchen sink washing some dishes while Chilly was sitting at the table drinking some coffee. I had my bathrobe on and was naked underneath except for my panties. My panties had ridden up my crack and it was beginning to annoy me. My hands were wet and soapy so I was trying to get some relief by shaking my ass around. 

Chilly ask what was wrong with me and I told her my panties hid ridden up my crack. 

I heard her laughing behind me and then I felt the back of my bathrobe being lifted. Chilly was now on the floor behind me and she was pulling my panties off. She then let my robe drop down over her and she began licking my crack. She separated my cheeks and slathered my little brown hole with her tongue. She stopped for a moment and asked, "Does that feel better?"

I said, "Much better."

Chilly went back to licking my ass and working her way down to my pussy. I had to spread my legs and bend forward so that she could get her tongue in my pussy. This was something new in our relationship. This time Chilly initiated the sex on her own. Still serving me but not at my request. I like it.

This quickly became the norm for us. Sometime I would tell her when I wanted some attention and other times she would just give it to me. For instance, I might be lying on the sofa watching television and Chilly would come over and just remove my pants, lift my skirt of open my robe and pull my panties off and begin pleasuring me with her mouth. After while I began to have her give me massages before she sucked me to orgasm. I also began letting her feel my breasts and suck my nipples.

Then one evening after Chilly had given me a particularly good orgasm she smiled at me and said, "You have no idea how much I love you." Then she went to her room.

It wasn't till that moment that I realized that I loved her too. It also occurred to me that I had a growing desire to taste her pussy and do some of the things to her that she had been doing to me and give her the kind of pleasure I had been receiving. The problem was, how could I do than and still be the one in control. Wouldn't getting down between her legs make me the servant? I didn't want our roles to change. I am not sure that Chilly would have wanted that either. 

It finally came to me. I have her to do anything I wanted to me and be in control, so why couldn't I do what ever I wanted to her and still be in control. If I am in control I can do anything I want, and if I want to taste her pussy I should be able to do that and still maintain my dominant position in the relationship. I just had to find the way to make it happen so that is was obvious that I was the boss. I am going to do it and she must let me. The more I though about this the more it excited me. I could get her excited, give her a great orgasm and still be the dominant one. 

The next evening I told Chilling to take a shower and then come to my room. Chilly didn't ask why, she just went and took a shower. Twenty minutes later she was standing in my room in her bathrobe. I put rolled up scarf around her head and over her eyes for a blindfold and tied it in the back. Then I sat on my bed and told Chilly to remove her robe.

Chilly opened her robe and let it slip off her shoulders and drop to the floor. Although Chilly had seen me naked many times this was the first time I had seen her naked. Chilly's naked body had more of an effect on me than I expected. I had never thought that seeing a naked woman would arouse me, but seeing Chilly this way had my pussy dripping. 

I could tell that Chilly was feeling a little uncomfortable standing naked in front of me with a blindfold on and I liked knowing that. I asked Chilly, "Do you think you have a sexy body?"

She said, "I don't know. Do you think I do?"

I didn't answer her question. I said, "Hold your breasts up so I can see them better."

Chilly did as I told her then I said, "Play with your nipples so I can see how hard they get."

Chilly pinched and pulled on her nipples and I could see them get hard.

I said, "I like you breasts, I might want to touch them sometime. I want you to start wearing sexy bras when we are alone so that I can enjoy the view. Now, turn around so you are facing away from me, I want to look at your ass."

Chilly turned and stood with her back to me. Then I told her to back up till I told her to stop. Chilly started moving backwards until she was just inches away from me and then I told her to stop. Then I told her to bend over and spread her ass cheeks. 

Chilly did as she was told and I got a close up view of her little brown hole and he pussy.

As I stared at her vulva with it's tightly closed lips my mouth actually began to water. 

I said, "I bet you would like nothing better than to have me lick your cunt right now, am I right?"

Chilly said, "I would love it."

I said, "I don't think I should. I am not sure you deserve to have me suck your cunt. Maybe if you beg me."

Chilly said, "Marsha, please suck my pussy."

I said, "Suck your what."

She said, "Suck my pus... I mean suck my cunt please. Please stick your tongue inside me."

I gave Chilly a slap on the ass and said, "How dare you ask me to suck your cunt. If I want to suck your cunt I will, not because you want me to, but because I feel like doing it. Do you understand that?"

Chilly said, "Yes, I understand. Whatever you want to do is okay."

I said, "I think I might try it just to see what you taste like, but I probably won't like it so don't get too excited."

I moved closer to her, spread her cheeks with my hands and for the first time in my life I tasted another woman's pussy, and it was wonderful. I liked the taste, the smell and the way it felt against my lips. I felt even better when I managed to give Chilly an orgasm.




The Long Road to Understanding Ch. 09



Afterward I told her that I might do that again sometime if she behaved herself and kept me happy.

Over then next few weeks I decided that I didn't need to act like I was in control because I was in fact in control. So I began to give Chilly more sexual gratification. We often just made love to each other but I still could have Chilly climb under my blankets and give me an orgasm whenever I wanted and she would still do me while I was watching television. It was great and we both loved it. 

This was out life for the next two and a half years. We both continued to date boys but we had much more sex with each other than we did with the boys we dated. That was until Chilly met Leon. From the first time she went out with him he was all she talked about. I never met him because she never had him come over to the apartment. I think she was a little afraid that I might be jealous and say something to ruin things for her. I wouldn't have.

After Chilly and I graduated we continued to live in the same apartment but now that Chilly and Leon were getting very serious Chilly was less interested in me and it did make me a little jealous.

Then one night Chilly came home and told me that Leon proposed to her and she said yes. I told her I was happy for her and then asked, "What does this do to us? Will we ever be able to get together again?"

Chilly said, "I think we had better stop now. I have a new life with Leon ahead of me and I don't want to mess things up, you understand don't you?"

I understood, but I didn't like it. 

A month later Chilly moved out of the apartment and moved in with Leon. I tried to let go but I was having a real problem with it. So I called Chilly one night and told her I had to see her and asked her to meet me. She told me she would try but might not be able to make. I decided to try and see if I still had any control over her so I said, "I am not asking you if you can meet me I am telling you to be there."

Well, I waited for her that night and she didn't show up, but you did. By the end of the night I was already sure I was in love with you. I knew in the back of my mind that it could be a rebound kind of thing but I didn't think it was and I was right. 

I love you just as much now as I did then but it is different than the way I love Chilly. I don't think I can ever explain that.

Anyway, I hadn't seen Chilly from just before she got married until last year. Just as you suspected, Leon came to my office on a sales call and when we met I recognized his name and asked him if he was married to Chilly. When he said yes I told him that we had been roommates in college and he said that she had often talked about be. He gave me Chilly's phone number so I called her and asked her to have lunch with me. 

The day I went to have lunch with her I had no thoughts of having sex with her. After all we were both married. By the time our drink order came, Chilly and I were talking like no time had passed at all. After lunch Chilly walked me to my car and because it was a cold day she got into the car with me and we sat and talked. We were sitting turned toward each other so I had my right leg folded under me. This left my knees separated slightly and the opening between my legs was facing Chilly. I noticed her looking down a few time and when I realized what she was looking at the old sexual desire I had for her came rushing back. 

I assumed from the way Chilly kept looking down at the little bit of my thigh that was exposed that she too had that feeling. So the next time I noticed Chilly's eyes lowering I spread my knees farther apart. Then I said, "Go ahead Chilly, put your hand up there."

I didn't have to tell her what I meant. She slipped her hand between my legs and touched the naked skin on the inside of my thigh. This just inflamed my desire, and when I felt her fingers touching my pussy through my panties I was finished.

I turned farther around until I had my back against the door and I stretched my right leg out on her seat and my left leg was on the floor in front to her. Then I said, "Chilly, you know what I want."

Chilly slid off the seat so she could get her head down low enough and then she lifted my legs onto her shoulders. She moved her head in between my thighs and pulled my panties aside with her hand and began to suck on my pussy. It was every bit as good as it had been back in college. 

Chilly gave me an orgasm and when I had recovered from it I suggested we get a motel room and continue to renew our friendship. So we spent the rest of the afternoon making love.

When it was time to leave we both knew we had to see each other again. So we started meeting secretly whenever we could. Chilly told me about the club. She said she didn't like going there but Leon liked it so she would go and just go off by herself and read for a couple of hours and then go back and wait for Leon in the bar. He always assumed that she was fucking someone but she never was. 

Then it occurred to me that if I could get you to join the club, Chilly and I could spend our evenings there together and no one would ever have to no. The problem was how to get to you want to join the club. Chilly suggested that we could start by swinging with them and then she would get Leon to talk you into joining the club. 

The problem with that idea was how do we get into a situation were we end up swapping partners. I was at a loss until Chilly told me about the trip they were taking to Las Vegas for the club. I thought if I could get us into the same hotel, Chilly could make sure we ran into each other. Chilly got Leon to go along with that part because we didn't know how to make it work otherwise. Chilly asked Leon if he would be interested in having sex with me. Leon said that he would. Chilly told him that I thought he was sexy and I might like to have sex with him. Then Chilly told him that she knew that you and I were going to be at the Mandalay Bay the same time they were and that they should try and talk us into swinging with them. We decided that it would work better if you didn't know that Chilly and I knew each other. The rest you know.

I thought the whole thing was working just fine, but I couldn't stand only seeing Chilly at the club so I asked her to have lunch with me one day. I didn't think anyone would be suspicious about me having lunch with Chilly. And that's the day you showed up and she me getting into her car. What you didn't know is that Leon and Chilly both drive black BMWs. When you asked me where I was at lunch that day I though that somehow you knew something and I decided not to tell you I was with Chilly. I guess if I had you would have been happy just finding out it wasn't Leon and never would have suspected that Chilly and I were up to anything.

There was one other thing that bothered you. It was the day of the cook out and you saw me wearing those red panties and then later noticed, when my pants got wet, that I wasn't wearing any panties. Then later when I changed I had red panties on again. Well the reason I was wearing those red panties is that they belonged to Chilly. I had taken them of her the last time we were together. I wanted her to see that I was wearing them. 

During the party Chilly and I went up to the bedroom and I had her remove the panties and suck me to orgasm. Then I had her remove the panties she was wearing and put the red panties on. The crotch of those panties was already wet from my excitement and the thought of Chilly wearing them had me hot the rest of the day. That is why I was so horny when everyone went home. The red panties you saw me wearing that night were not the same panties.

I hope this helps you understand what I did and maybe a little of why I did it. My greatest hope is that you can forgive me and find a way for us to be together and still allow me to have my time with Chilly. 

Please call me so we can discuss all of this soon. Please call me at the office. If I am not there leave a message.

I love you

Marsha

I found the letter to be very intriguing. It had me sexually aroused; it made me feel a little better in some ways and worse in other ways. I read it two more times then realized I was going to have to think real hard about what I should do. I called Marsha's number at her office and left a message on her phone mail/ I told her to meet me at Marco's, an Italian restaurant we both liked, for dinner on Thursday night and we would talk things over. I said that by then I should know what I want to do. 

That gave me three days to figure things out for myself.



The Long Road to Understanding Ch. 10



After I left the voice mail message for Marsha asking her to meet me at Marco's on Thursday night I drank another beer and then went to bed. I had a very restless night, with dreams about getting back together with Marsha, and dreams about losing her forever. I did manage to sleep but I didn't feel rested in the morning.

That day at work I just went through the motions. I spent most of the day sitting in my office trying to come to some sort of a decision. Should I take Marsha back on her terms and let her continue her relationship with Chilly? Should I give Marsha an ultimatum? It's either Chilly or me. If she chooses Chilly what do I do? Or should I just make a clean break. That would be very painful for me but at least I would be able to keep my dignity.

As hard as I tried I didn't come to any decision and after work that night I didn't feel like going home to an empty house so I went out for a couple of drinks and dinner. After dinner I still didn't want to go home so I just drove around for a while and without really thinking about it I ended up at the Club. 

There were only four cars in the parking lot, one of them a black BMW and I knew from the license plate that it was Leon's car. I debated whether I should go in. I didn't know if Chilly had told Leon about her relationship with Marsha so I didn't know what I would say to him. I had threatened to tell Leon what they were up to if Chilly didn't tell him but I no longer felt the need to break that news to Leon. If Chilly wanted to try and keep her secret from him I no longer cared.

In the end I decide to go it. If Leon brought the subject up I would discuss it with him but I would not bring it up myself.

When I entered the lounge there were one three men standing at the bar, Leon and two others. They all looked at me when I entered. The two men with Leon acknowledged me with a nod of the head but Leon came across the room to greet me. 

Leon shook my hand and whispered, "We need to talk."

We went back over to the bar and I ordered a drink while I exchanged pleasantries with the others. When I got my drink Leon and I excused ourselves and moved to a table away from the bar where we could talk privately.

Leon spoke first. 

"Chilly told me everything."

"She did? What are you going to do about it?"

"Nothing."

I couldn't believe his response. I wondered if Chilly had really told him everything.

I said, "You are willing to accept Chilly's relationship with Marsha? Doesn't it bother you?"

"It bothered me at first but when I thought about it I realized I was just as guilty of deception as she was. I love Chilly but I have never been able to resist the temptation of other woman. I began cheating on Chilly shortly after we got married and that nearly tore us apart. I told you about that before. Chilly had an affair to get even. It was a mess and then we discovered the Club. This allowed me to have guilt free sex with lots of different woman. 

"So now I find out Chilly is having a long term affair with Marsha. Chilly said she doesn't want to leave me. She said that I could have sex with anyone I wanted, why couldn't she? Just because she only wants Marsha instead of the men at the club shouldn't make any difference."

I said, "You accepted that?"

Leon said, "It is not a matter of whether I accept what she told me, hell I am not even sure I understand it, but I decided to go along with it because I want to keep Chilly and I want to continue fucking all the fine ladies in this club. And besides, Chilly said that she might let me join the two of them for sex sometime soon."

"She said you could join them?" Marsha hadn't made that offer to me. I wonder if Marsha would go along with Chilly on that. Some how I didn't think she would.

"She said it. I don't know if it will ever happen but I would love to share a bed with two women, wouldn't you?"

I said, "I guess I can understand your view on this but I am not sure if this works for me. I am not driven to have sex with ever woman I meet. I would have been happy to just have Marsha for the rest of my life. I don't think I want to share her. I guess I need to work on this some more."

Leon said, "You have to do what's right for you. I hope it all works out." 

Leon picked up his drink and walked back over to the bar. I sat at the table and tried to decide what I should do, go home, call Marsha, or get stinking drunk.

I hadn't quite decided what I was going to do but was moving in the direction of stinking drunk when I was suddenly aware of someone slipping into the chair next to me and I heard a female voice said, "Mind if I sit?" 

I turned to find the beautiful face of Carla Gardner smiling at me. I said, "Please do."

"You looked kind of lonely sitting over here by yourself so I thought I would join you."

I said, "I'm glad you did."

We chatted for a while and I tried to be as pleasant as I could so that Carla wouldn't see how depressed I was feeling. It didn't work. We were talking about the nice weather we had been having when Carla said, "So what's wrong. I can sense that you are feeling down about something.

I thought I could just tell her that Marsha and I were having a small problem but once I started talking the whole story came out. Carla didn't say a word as I spoke. She waited until I stopped talking and then she said, "I sort of saw this coming. I wanted to try and warn you but I didn't know how."

I said, "What do you mean you saw this coming? Did you know about Marsha and Chilly?"

"Of course not. But it is obvious from what you have told me that you feel that you were manipulated. Marsha used you and it hurts. Remember when I told you that in most cases only one person in a couple really wanted to belong to the club. At that time I believe that you were worried that it was you that wanted to be a member and Marsha had just gone along with it to make you happy. I didn't say anything them, but I suspected that it was Marsha that wanted to be here and not you. Now we both know I was right."

"Why did you think I wasn't the one who wanted to join the club?"

"You were too worried about everything. You worried about the other women, like myself, that seemed to be trapped into being members. Those that really want to be members don't care about how their spouse feels, or about how anyone else in the club feels. They are getting what they want and that's all that is important." 

"I guess you are right. I just don't know anymore."

Carla took my hand and said, "Why don't we get more comfortable?" 

As she guided me out of the bar I looked around to see who was there. Leon was gone but the other two men were still at the bar. They didn't turn to look at us as we left. 

We went upstairs and entered the first bedroom we came to and I immediately took Carla in my arms and kissed her. Of all the women at the club that I had sex with Carla was the one I remembered the best even though I had only been with her once. It wasn't just because she was beautiful and great in bed, there was something more. I am not sure why but I liked her. Maybe I sensed a kindred spirit. I sensed that, like me, she was in pain and trying not to show it.

As we kissed I unbuttoned her blouse and helped her take it off and then I removed her bra. I sucked on her hard nipples until she began breathing hard then I removed her pants and panties. Before I could do anything else Carla began to help me out of my clothes. 

When we were both naked we stood kissing each other. Carla had her left hand on the back of my head holding it in place while our tongues played with each other and her right hand was wrapped around my cock. 

When the kiss ended we stood looking into each other's eyes. It was at the moment that a question popped into my head. I knew it was not the appropriate time for the question but I wasn't able to stop myself from asking it. 

"What does John want from me now?"

"What?"

I repeated the question, "What does John want from me now? You told me the first time we were together that you only had sex with someone if John wanted something from that person. So?"

"I don't know whether I should feel hurt by that or if it was somehow deserved."

I said, "Perhaps I am wrong and if I am I'm sorry. I guess I'm a little sensitive about being manipulated right now."

Carla backed away from me and started to pick up her clothes and get dressed. 

"Did you see John in the bar? No you didn't, because he is not here. I decided last month that I was no longer going to be John's chattel. Something he could use to get what he wants. It is funny that it was you that made me realize that I have too much pride to let him continue treating me that way. I guess I thought that you would certainly see that I was with you tonight because it's what I want."

Carla was pulling her panties up when I grabbed her and pulled her to my chest and hugged her tightly.

"I am sorry. I never meant to hurt you. Please forgive me. I don't want you to leave. We don't have to have sex. Just stay and talk."

Carla pulled away from me and sat on the bed. She was holding her bra in her hands and didn't seem to know what to do with it.

"I guess this is partly my fault too. I should have told you that I left John while we were still downstairs."

"You left him? I thought you were saying that you had just decided that you were not going to be the sexual favors that he gives his friends. I guess I shouldn't be surprised, you did tell me that you had thought of leaving him before."

"I moved out last month and filed for divorce. I made the finale decision once I realized that I would be okay financially."

I sat next to her on the bed and put my arm around her.

"Is there anything I can do to help you?"

Carla turned to me and said, "Yes there is. Make love to me."

I took her bra from her hands and dropped it on the floor then I pulled her panties off for the second time. I pushed Carla back on the bed and climbed between her legs and pressed my mouth against her vulva and slid my tongue up and down her slit. As the petals of her sex flower opened for me I pushed my tongue inside. Carla put her hands on the back of my head and pulled me tighter against her pussy while I drove her to an orgasm.

Carla pushed me on to my back and then she climbed on top of me using her right hand to guide my cock between her pussy lips and then lowered herself onto my shaft. Carla moved her hips up and down taking my whole length inside her on the down strokes.

After a while we rolled over so that I was on top of her and I pumped my raging cock into her until I climax inside her. It was an incredible orgasm. One of the best I had ever had. 

Afterward I just wanted to hold her but Carla said, "If you don't mind I would like to get out of here."

I was a little upset. Was that all she wanted from me, a quick fuck? Now she just wants to be rid of me. If that was the case why did she get upset when I asked her what John wanted from me? 

We walked downstairs in silence. I don't know what she was thinking but I was trying to think of something nasty to say to her as a parting comment.

When we got downstairs Carla followed me back into the bar and asked me to have a drink with her. There were about seven people in the bar now, four men and three women. Carla didn't seem to care that everyone looked at us as we entered the room.

When we sat down with our drinks I said, "Why were you in such a hurry to get out of the bed upstairs? For a minute I thought you just wanted to get away from me."

"It wasn't you. I like being with you. It's just that as we were lying there I realized how much I hate this place."

"If you hate this place so much why did you come her tonight?"

"This is the first time I have been here since I left John. The only reason I came in was to pick up some personal belongings that I left in my locker. I would have been in and out of here in five minutes if I hadn't seen you sitting in the bar."

I laughed a little and said, "I am sorry if I held you up."

"I am glad you were here. I was hoping I would get to see you again. If nothing else I wanted you to know that I did leave John. I figured that of all of the members of this club you would probably be the only one that would be glad that I left John and was quitting the club."

"I am happy that you have decide to move on with your life."

Carla leaned in close to me and looked me directly in the eyes and said; "Now it's your turn. You have a choice to make. Are you going to get on with your life?" 

I said, "I don't know what I am going to do yet. I am meeting Marsha Thursday night to talk things over. Hopefully by Friday morning everything will be settled."

"You're going to take her back aren't you?" 

"Probably. I guess I still love her. Not having her with me makes it seem like there is a hole in my life. I can't leave her if I feel this way."

Carla said, "I guess I can understand that," then she took a sip of her drink. "If you change your mind you can always run off to Las Vegas with me."

I had to laugh. I said, "Las Vegas? That's where this whole mess started. Were you kidding or are you really going to Las Vegas?"

Carla said, "I need to get away from here for a while. I am flying to Vegas on Sunday and staying till Thursday. Then I am driving over to Napa Valley and tour the wine country and then up to San Francisco. After San Francisco I will drive back to Vegas and fly home from there. I'll be gone a total of three weeks."

"Sounds like a great trip."

"It will be. And I was only half joking when I asked you to go with me. It would be fun."

I said, "I am sure it would be but I have got to make sure I do what's right for me Marsha and me."

Carla said, "Well enough about that. I am going to get my belongings from my locker and head home. Why don't you come with me? I would love the company and I think you would too."

I did go home with Carla and when we got there we went straight to bed, made love and went to sleep. 

I had breakfast with Carla in the morning and then I went home, showered and dressed for work. 

I felt a lot better on Wednesday than I had on Tuesday and was able to concentrate on putting in a full productive day at work. By Wednesday night I was getting comfortable with my decision to take Marsha back. Actually the decision wasn't final. It kind of depended on Marsha. I didn't want to be manipulated any more. I felt that I could deal with her relationship with Chilly as long as Marsha remained honest and up front with me.

Hopefully Marsha and I would be able to work everything out Thursday night.

On Thursday as it got closer to the appointed time that I was to meet Marsha at Marco's I started to get nervous. I felt silly. Why was I nervous about talking to my own wife? 

I arrived at Marco's at seven o'clock and was seated at our table immediately. Marsha came in fifteen minutes later. I wondered if she made me wait the fifteen minutes as a way of manipulating me or was I reading too much into things. 

Before Marsha sat down she came over and kissed me and said, "How have you been?"

I said, "All right under the circumstances. How are you?"

"I guess I'm about the same as you. I hope we can work this out."

"I hope we can too. Why don't we get a drink and order dinner before we start talking?"

"Sounds good to me."

When we had our drinks and the waiter had our dinner order we began to talk.

Marsha said, "Have you decide what you want to do? Will you take me back?"

I said, "That depends on you. What kind of strings will be attached to our relationship?"

"Just one. I need to be able to have time with Chilly. That's the only thing I am asking for."

I said, "What about the club?"

"What about it? If you want to stay in the club I will go along with that. I don't like the club. I hate knowing that you're having sex with other woman but that was the trade off I had to make so I could be with Chilly."

I said, "Wait a minute. We didn't join the club because I wanted to, we joined because you wanted to use the club as a means to spend time with Chilly."

"That's true. I didn't want to have to sneak around sleazy motels and risk having you or anyone else find out about us. The club was the only way for me to be able to spend time with her. But it meant that I had to allow you to have sex with other woman. I know that sounds selfish but I couldn't help myself."

I said, "I have decided to quit the club."

"Okay. Whatever you want. Can we try and see if we can make it work?"

"I want to. I hope we can. When would you like to come home?"

"Sunday."

"Not till Sunday?"

"I am going to be in meetings at work until late tomorrow evening and afterward our boss is talking everyone out to dinner." 

"Well then, what about Saturday? Why can't you come home Saturday?"

"I know this sounds terrible but I have plans with Chilly for Saturday. I was hoping that you and I would be able to get back together and I figured if we did that it might be quite a while before I would be able to spend any time with Chilly so we arranged to spend Saturday together."

I said, "I thought you wanted to save our marriage."

"George, please. I am doing the best I can. I want to be with you but I have to do it this way. Please understand."

I said, "I am trying to understand but I don't understand why saving our marriage has to wait till Sunday."

"It doesn't. I want to be with you tonight if you'll have me."

That comment and the way she looked at me when she said it gave me a lift between my legs. 

When our meal came I decided to change the subject and talk about things less upsetting. The meal was pleasant and I was beginning to look forward to having Marsha back home with me. 

After dinner Marsha followed me home in her car. Once in the house Marsha became the aggressor. She quickly opened my pants and freed my already erect cock. Marsha wrapped her hand around my cock and led me to the sofa in our living room and had me sit down. She got on her knees in front of me and ran her tongue over the head of my cock a few times and then took me inside her mouth. She slid my cock in and out of her mouth while sliding her tongue all over the head. 

When I didn't think I could go another minute Marsha stopped. She got up and started removing her clothes while standing directly in front of me. When she removed her panties she pushed her hips forward offering her pussy to me. I couldn't resist so I leaned forward and penetrated her cleaved mound with my tongue. Her sexual juices were flowing and the taste was both exquisite and erotic. 

When I felt that Marsha was nearly ready to have an orgasm I made her turn around and then I pulled her down onto my lap. As she sat down she reached between us and guided my cock into her hot wet sex. 

Marsha bounced up and down on my lap until she began to orgasm. I had to hold on to her to keep her from falling off my lap as the spasms coursed through her body.

When it was over I put Marsha on the floor on her hands and knees and I entered her from behind. I humped into her hard and fast until I blew my seed into her. 

It took us both a while to recover and when we did we went up to our bedroom and made love again. 

The next morning when I woke up Marsha was gone. I found a note on the kitchen counter, which said, "Sorry I had to leave so early but I had to go shower and change and get to work, I will call you later."

Marsha did call me on Friday and told me she loved me and was looking forward to being back home with me on Sunday.

Saturday evening as I was contemplating the new relationship I was going to have with Marsha I was wondering if I could handle it. It wouldn't be much different for Marsha; she had been having things her way for the last several months. The only difference for her was that she no longer had to hide her relationship with Chilly from me. Everything was different for me. Now I had to deal with the knowledge that I was sharing my wife's love with another person. I didn't know if I would be able to handle it long term.




The Long Road to Understanding Ch. 10



It was about seven o'clock that night when Marsha called me. She started off by telling me she loved me so I tried to be a good sport and asked if she and Chilly were having a good time.

Marsha said, "We are having a very good time and now that I have a few minutes I wanted to call you and thank you for being so understanding about this. I also wanted to ask you something."

I felt my stomach flip. What did she want from me now? 

I said, "You are still coming home tomorrow aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Then what did you want to ask?"

"I was wondering if you would like me to bring Chilly home with me tomorrow and then the three of us could make love together. I just thought you might like having two woman and also watching Chilly and me make love."

I was surprised by the question and not sure what to say. Marsha didn't wait for my answer. She said, "How would you like to see Chilly eat my pussy after you fill it up with your love juice? Does that sound hot? The idea of her eating your cum from my pussy while you watch is making me so hot. What do you think?"

I only had to look at the lump in the front of my pants to know how to answer that question. 

"Sounds pretty hot to me."

"Great. We'll be home around noon. I can't wait to get you into bed with us."

"Yeah, it'll be great."

We talked a little longer and then Marsha said, "I have to go now, love ya, bye.

The conversation had given me a major hard on but as it wore off I began to think clearly again. I suddenly remembered Leon telling me that Chilly offered him the opportunity to have sex with the two of them and now Marsha was making that offer to me. Was this really something she wanted to do for me or was it a ploy to get me to be more accepting of her relationship with Chilly. Then I wondered if that was why she was with Chilly that night. Was Leon getting his night with the girls then?

I picked up the phone and called Leon and Chilly's number. Chilly answered the phone so I disguised my voice and asked for Leon. Chilly said, "He's busy right now can he call you back in a little while?'

Leon was with them. What was Leon busy doing? Fucking Marsha? I said, "Never mind. I'll can him another time." I hung up the phone without waiting to see if Chilly would say anything else.

I spent the next hour trying to figure out what all this meant and how I should feel about it. Once I calmed down I was able to make sense out of what was happening I felt better. I now only had one burning question in my mind and I made a phone call to get the answer I needed.

I felt a lot better once I had everything straight in my mind. Now I had to deal with Marsha's home coming. I had plans to make and not much time to make them.

Sunday afternoon around one o'clock I was staring at my lunch wondering where Marsha and Chilly were. Although I was quite hungry, having skipped breakfast, the ham sandwich I was looking at was not all that appetizing. I was about to take a bit when I heard voice say, "So what did you say in the note?"

I said, "I'm sorry, I didn't sleep much last night so I guess I zoned out a little there. The note. The note said:

Dear Marsha, 

Welcome home. Sorry I couldn't be here to meet you but something important came up, the rest of me life. When you called last night with your invitation to join you and Chilly for sex I have to admit I was excited by the idea. But then it occurred to me that you might not be doing it for me. I realized that you might be doing it to make your relationship with Chilly more acceptable to me. 

Then it struck me that you and Chilly might be doing the same thing with, or should I say to, Leon. I then verified my suspicions. You haven't changed at all. You have been controlling and manipulating Chilly since your college days, and you have been manipulating me probably since the day we met. You are very good at it. It took me all these years to figure it out. You managed to make me think I had some control in our relationship. 

I may have been dumb and happy before but now that I know the truth I can't live that way any more.The house is yours. I boxed up my belongings and will pick them up as soon as I find a place to live. I am very willing to make this an equitable divorce so let's not make a nasty fight of this.

I guess a small part of me will always love you. I hope you will be happy.

Love, George

"You didn't tell her where you were going?"

"I didn't think that is was any of her business. Maybe I will call her in a couple of days and see how she's doing. I tell her what I am up to then."

Carla said, "Do you feel like you did the right thing?"

I said, "When I look at you I know I did the right thing. Why do you ask?"

"The way you were staring at your food, I thought maybe you were having second thoughts."

"No. No second thoughts, except maybe about this airline food. This ham sandwich looks as if it has been around the world a couple of times already. All things considered I would rather be here with you than be anywhere else with anyone else. However the next three weeks go for us, I am sure I made the right decision."

Carla leaned over and kissed me and whispered, "Should we try for the mile high club?"

I laughed and said, "Have you seen how small those bathrooms are. It might be possible to do it in there but I think we might risk serious injury and major embarrassment in the attempt. I am completely content to wait till we get to the hotel before I ravish you."

"Oh you say the sweetest things."

This is the end of The Long Road to Understanding. I hope you enjoyed the story and will now read more of my stories. 

KK



The Long Road to Understanding



I was beginning to get a little uneasy about their invitation. I had no idea how to respond to something like that without either sounding like an idiot or worse yet offending Chilly and Leon, so I quickly said good night and hustled Marsha out of the bar. When we got into the elevator I said, "Well that was a pretty strange evening wasn't it?"

Marsha put her hand on my crotch and said, "It sure was, but I'll bet a part of you would like a chance to get in Chilly's pants." 

I couldn't deny that I was aroused a little by the conversation so I laughed and said, "No more than the part of you that would like to have Leon in your pants."

We both laughed about that all the way back to our room. 

By the time I was ready for bed I thought I would be asleep in a matter of seconds but as Marsha and I cuddled in bed we both began to get amorous and soon I had my cock buried in Marsha's hot pussy. I was moving in and out of her slowly and I said, "I'll bet Leon will be the black man in your fantasies from now on."

Marsha responded with, "And who will you be dreaming of? When was the last time any woman other then me invited you to have sex with her, and she did it right in front of me."

I said, "That invitation was for both of us and was made in front of both of us."

Marsha said, "Well it sure sounded like it was her idea."

I laughed and said, "Maybe we should go to their room tomorrow night and see whose idea it was."

We were just joking but it had a strange effect on us. We had both been very tired but suddenly we had enough energy to have rough sex for the next twenty minutes. This included a lot of dirty talking, which included comments about how, "I would love to see Leon's big black cock pierce your cunt."

Marsha said, "I would enjoy having you watch me fuck Leon while you are fucking Chilly." That was the last thing she said before she climaxed in one big orgasm. When I felt her orgasmic spasms I climaxed and shot my hot load deep inside Marsha's pussy.

Minutes later we were both asleep.

When I woke up in the morning Marsha was still asleep, so I lay there thinking about Chilly and wondered what it would be like to have sex with her and by the time Marsha woke I had a very stiff erection. I quickly slipped into the bathroom and showered so that Marsha wouldn't see my condition. 

Neither of us mentioned the sex from the night before or Leon and Chilly during a leisurely breakfast. Afterward we went to the spa for a message. It was after lunch as we were lying in the sun at the wave pool that Marsha said, "Were you thinking about Chilly this morning?"

I said, "No, why do you ask?"

"Because I saw your hard cock when you got out of bed this morning. I just assumed that you must have been fantasizing about her."

She caught me and I didn't know how to respond so I made a joke out of it. "I wasn't thinking about Chilly, I was thinking about you having sex with Leon."

"Bull shit."

I said, "Are you jealous? How can you be jealous of Chilly? I don't rally even know her and I am not going to have sex with her."

"Well maybe you should. You know you want to."

"This isn't funny anymore."

"I'm sorry. I was just teasing you. I saw that erection you were sporting this morning and I have to admit I wondered what it would be like to watch you stick it into Chilly."

"Are you sure you are not jealous?"

"Absolutely. If you don't believe me, why don't we go to Leon and Chilly's room tonight and see which one of us is jealous?"

I said, "Are you serious?"

"Yes."

"You are really serous?"

"I said I was didn't I?"

"Okay, I will call your bluff, I will do it."

"Are you sure?"

"I will go along with what ever you decide. I don't feel that I need to do this, but I have to admit that I am curious about what it would be like."

Marsha said, "Me too."

So later that day I called Leon and asked if the invitation was still open. Leon said, "Absolutely. We would love to have you join us tonight. When would you like to come up?" 

I told Leon that Marsha and I had tickets for the Blue Man Group that evening and we would come to their room after the show. Leon said that would be fine. 

For some reason I spent the rest of the day in a semi-aroused state. Once I told Marsha That I had talked to Leon and it was all set we did not talk about it again until we were leaving at the end of the Blue Man Group show. 

As we walked back over to the Mandalay from the Luxor, I asked Marsha if she was ready to go up to Leon and Chilly's room. I half expected Marsha to say she changed her mind and didn't want to go to their room. Marsha response was, "Not yet. I need to go up to our room and freshen up a little first. My panties are so wet now I am surprised you can't smell me. Besides, I would like to put on some sexier underwear."

The though of Marsha's panties being wet gave me an instant hard-on, which was making it difficult to walk. When we were finally on an elevator headed up to our room, luckily we were alone. I slipped my hand up Marsha's dress and pressed my fingers against her pussy. She wasn't kidding her panties were wet. All I could say was, "Wow."

She said, "I told you I was wet. I have been dripping all evening. I know I should not, but I find this whole thing very exciting."

When we got to our room, Marsha let me watch as she washed her pussy and used her herbal scented hair conditioner on her pubic hair. Then she put on a sexy pair of white lace panties and a matching bra.

I said, "I thought you would wear your black panties, you know the ones I'm talking about. I think they are sexier than these white ones."

Marsha said, "I chose the white because Leon is black. I like the idea of the contrast between his skin and the white of my bra and panties."

I didn't say another word as I watched Marsha put on a short skirt and a silky blouse that buttoned up the front. She looked at herself in the mirror and said, "Let's go." 

She looked great and she knew it.

When I knocked on the door Leon opened it. He was dressed in a robe with the hotel name on it. He shook my hand and welcomed us in, and then he kissed Marsha on the cheek. As I stepped into the room the first thing that struck me was the view. The suite had large windows all along one wall that looked out over the strip to the north and the airport to the east. There was a large living room area to the right and a small dining area to the left. The suite apparently had two bedrooms, one on the north side of the suite and the other on the south side. It was very impressive. 

Leon said that Chilly would be out in a minute then he invited us to sit in the living room and brought out a bottle of wine. As he was pouring the wine, Chilly came out of the north bedroom and like Leon, she was dressed in a hotel robe. Chilly sat down across from me and when she crossed her legs, her robe opened to give me a very nice view of her light chocolate thighs. I also noticed that her robe wasn't closed tightly at the top, which gave me a peek at her breasts as she leaned forward to pick up her wine glass.

Leon, still standing, held up his wine glass and said, "Here's to us. May this be an enjoyable evening for all."

We all drank to that, then Leon sat down and we chatted about everything, it seems, except why we were in their room. We told them about how much we enjoyed The Blue Group performance and suggested that they should see it.

Leon said, "The Blue Group is one of the shows we planned for the Club's vacation."

After a couple more glasses of wine, Leon put some music on and asked Marsha to dance. I watched as they began a slow dance and talked to each other. Then I realized that I should be dancing with Chilly and immediately jumped to my feet and held my hand out to her. 

As we began dancing I quickly forgot about Marsha and Leon and got involved talking to Chilly. After just a few minutes I looked over at Marsha and found them in a deep embrace. I could tell that Leon had his tongue deep inside Marsha's mouth. It shocked me a little to see her kissing this man like that but I didn't feel any jealously. Instead, I turned back to Chilly and kissed her. I found her to be more than willing to return my kiss and we too were soon locked in a deep embrace. 

As we continue to kiss I ran my hands down Chilly's back and placed them on her buttocks and pulled her tight so that she would feel my erection. Then I peeked over at Marsha and Leon to see if she was all right. They were standing together and leaning against the wall. Leon had his arms around Marsha and was whispering in her ear. At first I could not see where Marsha's hands were, but then I spotted them. I couldn't be sure but it appeared that Marsha had her hands inside Leon's robe was stroking his cock. 

I felt my breath catch in my chest and I wondered for a moment if I should put an end to this whole thing, but then Chilly stuck her tongue in my ear, then said, "Why don't we go into the bedroom and get more comfortable." To accentuate her point she reached down and squeezed my cock. This took my mind off Marsha and Leon, and I followed Chilly into the bedroom. 

The bedroom had two queen-sized beds, two chairs and to the left just inside the door was the bathroom. One wall of the bedroom was a large window that provided a view north along the strip. With the drapes opened and the room lights off, there was enough light coming in through the windows to light the room sufficiently for our needs. 

Chilly led me to the bed farthest from the door and then let her robe slip from her shoulders and then she helped my get undressed. Both naked, we got on the bed and began caressing each other. I loved the feel of Chilly's skin and the way she smelled, a combination of soap, perfume and her own natural scent. We had begun with deep tongue kissing and I had worked my way down to her breasts and I was sucking on her nipples when the bedroom door opened and Marsha came in followed by Leon.

I noted that Leon's robe was open and as he removed it I could clearly see that his cock was fully erect. As he turned to put his robe on one of the chairs the light coming through the window hit his massive tool at just the right angle to allow me to see that his shaft was wet. I guessed that Marsha must have been sucking his cock just before they came into the room. That bothered me a little. It seemed foolish, after all I knew why we were it their room in the first place, but somehow Marsha's sucking his cock when they were in the other room almost felt like she was cheating on me.

Then I noticed that Marsha's blouse was already completely unbuttoned and my concern increased. I was again having difficulty breathing when Marsha removed her blouse and I could see that her bar had already been unhooked, followed by the shock of having her drop her skirt to the floor and revealing that her panties were already gone. 

For a moment I had to roll onto my back to try and recover from the shock. That is when Chilly came to my aid. I don't know if she recognized that I needed help or just thought that my rolling on to my back meant that I want her to pleasure me orally, but she quickly took my cock into her mouth and soon he me thinking happy thoughts again. 

As Chilly got me fully aroused again I positioned a couple of pillows under my head so that I could watch Marsha and Leon. I watched as Leon's black head dropped down between Marsha's creamy white things and I no longer felt any pain from it. I actually found the scene to be quite erotic. 

After giving me a few minutes of her oral magic, Chilly turned around so that her pussy was just above my head, then she took my cock back into her mouth. For a moment I marveled at the contrast of the bright pink of the inside of Chilly's pussy and the chocolate color of the surrounding skin. Then I put my hands on her hips and guided her pussy to my mouth. As soon as I stuck my tongue inside, her sweet juices began to flow into my mouth. 

It took me less than five minutes to bring Chilly to orgasm. Once her orgasm passed she turned around and sat down on me so that she could take my cock inside her hot love tunnel then she leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "I'll do the work and you can watch as Leon puts his big black piece of meat into your wife. I think you will find it exciting to watch.

Chilly was right. As she bounced up and down on my cock I watched Leon and Marsha. When I looked over at them, Leon had just climbed up on the bed and was holding his massive tool in front of Marsha's face. I could see now that Leon's cock was at least two inches longer than mine, and a littler thicker also. I watched as Marsha took hold of the long black shaft with both hands and then guided it into her mouth. I expected that she would have trouble sucking a cock that size but she didn't seem to have any problem at all. I figured that she must have been so aroused by then that she would have been able to handle just about anything. 

Watching Leon's cock sliding in and out of Marsha's mouth gave me an unexpected desire, that was to see that big black tube of meat sliding in and out of Marsha's pink pussy.

I didn't have to wait long to get me wish. After just a few minutes of having his cock kissed, licked and sucked, Leon pulled away from Marsha and without either of them saying a word, Marsha got up on her hands and knees and backed her herself up to Leon. My sexual tension was building quickly now as I watched Leon take his cock in one hand and hold Marsha's ass with the other, and then he rubbed the head of his cock against Marsha's wet labia. As her vaginal lips separated, Leon began to slide that big black cock of his into my wife's pussy. 

I couldn't believe that I was actually watching my wife taking another man's cock in her pussy and I was enjoying it. I guess that fact that I had my cock buried in a beautiful black woman's pussy at the time didn't hurt. 

I was able to hold off my orgasm until I saw Leon pump a load of his hot semen into Marsha. As Leon's cock was spewing his load into her, Marsha looked over at me with what I can only describe as a very satisfied look on her face and smiled at me. 

At that point I pulled Chilly down on top of me and rolled over so that I was on top of her and I began to stroke my cock into her hard and fast until I exploded inside her hot tunnel.

When it was over I collapsed on the bed next to Chilly and looked over at Leon and Marsha. They were doing the same thing. Just resting trying to recover from some very intense sexual activity.

A few minutes later Chilly got out of bed and went into the bathroom. I soon felt the urge myself so I headed off to the bathroom in the other bedroom. 

When I finished pissing I washed up a little and headed back to the other bedroom. I thought that Marsha and Leon would be up and getting dressed by the time I got back but I got a surprise instead. When I entered the bedroom, Chilly was still in the bathroom and I found Marsha curled on the bed so that her head was on Leon's belly and she was sucking on his flaccid, cum covered cock.

When I saw this I felt that same feeling I had earlier when they first came into the bedroom and had been evident that Marsha had been sucking his cock while they were in the living room. I can't explain why it bothered me so much, after all, isn't sex the reason we were in Leon and Chilly's suite in the first place? 

I guess what bothered me even more was that Marsha didn't seem to mind that I was in the room watching them. So I sat on the other bed and continued to watch. I was beginning to have mixed emotions, first of all I was upset that Marsha was sucking Leon's cock but then I was also getting aroused as I watched them. I figured it must just be that I was jealous that she was sucking his cock instead of mine.

I was still staring at Marsha when I became aware that Chilly had come back into the room. She sat next to me on the bed and started biting my ear while she rubbed her hand on my pants and said, "I see watching gets you excited. I bet you would like our club meetings." 

I had just turned to look at Chilly when I heard Leon say that he was ready to climax, so I turned to watch as he discharged his full load into Marsha's mouth. Marsha never took he mouth off his cock until it stopped pumping out his semen and even then she continued to lick and suck him until he was clean. 

When Marsha finally let Leon's cock drop from her mouth he slid off the bed and went into the bathroom. Chilly got off the bed and went over and whispered something to Marsha and I saw Marsha nod her head in affirmation. Both women came over to me and started to remove my pants. I decided not to fight them. When they had me pants off Chilly told me to lie down and when I did the two of them began to take turns sucking my cock. 

Suddenly I was in heaven, the concerns I had earlier were gone and I was enjoying the pleasure these two beautiful women were giving me. 

When Leon came back into the room he sat down on the other bed and watched. I saw him begin to stroke his cock as he enjoyed the show in front of him. 

I was surprised to see how fast he was able to recover. He had already climaxed twice and he was hard and ready to go again, and as the two women continued to take turns on my cock, Leon stepped up behind Chilly and pushed the full length of his shaft into his wife's pussy. 

Things went on this way for a few minutes then Leon pulled Chilly away to the other bed and then Marsha climbed up on the bed with me and I pushed my stiff cock inside her. I don't know who climaxed when. All I know is that after I shot my load into Marsha I fell asleep. I woke up about an hour later to find Marsha asleep with her head on my chest. 

As I began to move Marsha woke up and when we looked around the room Leon and Chilly were no longer with us, so we got cleaned up and dressed and as quietly as possible we left the suite and returned to our own room. 

We slept late that morning and when we got up I didn't know what to say to Marsha about the previous night. I guess she didn't know what to say either, because she didn't say a word for quite a while. I was beginning to worry until Marsha finally said, "If I ask you a question do you promise to tell me the truth no matter what it is?"

I said, "Yes, or at least I'll try." I had no idea what she might ask.

Marsha said, "Was she better than me?'

"What?"

"Was Chilly better than me?"

I said, "No, absolutely not. She was a great lover but not as good with me as you are."

"You are not just saying that so that I will not feel bad are you?"

"Of course not."

I said, "What about Leon? Was he better than me? You seemed to have a very good time with him last night."

Marsha said, "Well, I have to admit that having sex with Leon with you watching was very exciting but you are the best lover I could ever ask for."

It surprised me to find out that Marsha had been as jealous of me with Chilly as I had been about her with Leon. I said, "Remember this was your idea not mine." 

Marsha said, "I am not complaining, but I want you to know that I did this for you. I knew that you would enjoy having sex with another woman and I always sensed from things you said to me during sex that you might like to watch me with another man. I won't lie and say that I did not enjoy it too, but I didn't know that I would and it isn't something we ever have to do again." 

I smiled at Marsha and said, "We don't have to make any decisions about that right now. Remember, in case the mood ever does hit us again, Leon and Chilly do live in Boston.

Later that day Leon called us and asked if we had enjoyed our night with them. I didn't lie to him, I said, "I think I speak for both of us when I say that we had a truly sexually gratifying evening but we still are not sure how we feel about what we did."




The Long Road to Understanding



Leon said, "That's not unusual. We felt the same way after our first time. Chilly and I will leave you alone. When you get back to Boston, if you ever want to try this again, just give us a call." Then he gave me his phone number, which I wrote down and put into my wallet.

Neither Marsha nor I talked about our night with Leon and Chilly for the rest of our vacation. All I can say about the rest of that vacation is that we had a very good time and we had some great sex, even without Leon and Chilly.