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Ellen's Secret Life Ch. 01

By: SirenSeeker



Ellen's family was delightful, her father especially sharing Ellen's Irish charm with the same twinkle in his eye that first attracted me to her. We had flown back East for a reunion of sorts at the Catholic school she attended as a young girl. She had managed to find a skirt which more or less matched the uniform she wore as a student -- which of course had the sexually suggestive effect that a Catholic schoolgirl outfit has when worn by a full grown woman. None of this was lost on my adventurous girlfriend and while several alums attempted the same look at the gathering, none did justice to the outfit as Ellen did. Her breasts nicely filled the white uniform blouse and the skirt, while not inappropriately short, was short enough to attract the attention of every man there. But of course that was rather the point. To know Ellen is to love her, or at least to lust for her.

We left the gathering and wandered the halls for a bit. In the cloakroom of her third grade classroom, I pulled her to me and we shared a passionate kiss. My hand caressed her amazing, toned ass for a few moments before she looked at me in bemused shock.

"How dare you! You're such a bad boy! Nice Catholic schoolgirls don't allow boys to touch their booty. Stop it, this instant!" Ellen was giggling as she spoke. As always, there was the faintest touch of innocence in her otherwise brazen manner. And, as always, I found the combination irresistible.

"Don't you know I'm not a nice Catholic schoolboy?" I replied. "And you, my fine lass, are a schoolgirl gone bad."

Ellen giggled again. "Ooooh, don't tell anyone. They'd be so ashamed of me!" She was right. They would be. I sometimes wondered if her family and friends really knew her at all. Her façade of respectability and innocence had been so carefully crafted and maintained over the years that I wondered if anyone really knew what she was about. I did. Or I flattered myself that I thought that I did.

Ellen had been separated from her rather docile, traditional husband for about six months when we met. I knew him slightly and he seemed a very decent chap, if a bit buttoned down. Lee was a more than acceptable choice for Ellen -- the eldest son of a large Irish Catholic family. He had made a nice home for her and they had a son within a year after their marriage. Ellen was a perfect choice for him -- pretty, sweet, Catholic, and virginal. Of course on the last point Lee was quite delusional. Ellen had had a string of one night stands ever since high school, through college, and continuing through her two years on her own before they married. If you believe her, and I did, these trysts were not all that frequent but they told volumes about who she was as a sexual being. Ellen had dated several men but had not yielded to any of them. She could say truthfully to them and to her friends and family that she was not going to have sex with her boyfriends until and if she married one of them.

And she didn't. But every so often she would simply break out of the 'barn' and find a willing male, of which there was never any shortage, and enjoy the pleasures of a clandestine one night stand. I do believe that she honestly felt some measure of guilt for giving in to her desires but she was scrupulous about anonymity and refused to 'date' any of her lovers. There was never a second meeting apparently. And never, ever did she bring them to her place. She had roommates and roommates talk.

And this pattern continued off and on throughout her marriage. Naturally Lee found out about one of her indiscretions and after a tearful, if partial confession, and some counseling, they went on about their lives. I suppose in Ellen's mind she had not really cheated, as in no way were her escapades anything in the way of an affair. They were one-off couplings and she rationalized them as such. It was her nature and though these episodes were not that frequent during her marriage, they were part of a pattern of deceit that she could not, or would not control.

Lee could not handle the second, or was it the third, of her indiscretions that he found out about. He filed for divorce and though Ellen pleaded with him not to go through with it, she acquiesced when it became clear that he would not divulge the real reason for ending the marriage. Her family was of course distraught. Divorce was all but unthinkable in their culture but in time they accepted the inevitable and were supportive.

I knew none of her secret life when we started dating. I couldn't see much past my own dick and enjoyed Ellen's company, in and out of bed for the first few months. Physically she was a marvel -- toned, athletic, with natural full breasts and an ass to die for. She did not like to be alone and was demanding of my time and attention. This was generally fine by me but I found her questioning of my whereabouts on those evenings when we weren't together to be annoying. While I was happily single I have never had a problem with being monogamous when paired with a woman I truly cared about. And I adored Ellen. What was not to like? She was smoking hot, smart, and I got along famously with her son and in time with her extended family.

It was a three-day business trip to New York that finally brought her secret life into the open. I dutifully phoned her several times during the day and always in the evening. Wednesdays, her son was with Lee. I didn't think much of it when I phoned that evening and she didn't answer or return my call until the next morning. When I mentioned casually that I missed talking with her the previous night she remarked that she had gone out to dinner with a girlfriend and was sorry to have missed my call. It wasn't until a few days later that a business associate who knew Ellen remarked that he had seen her at a wine bar that evening -- chatting up some guy. I thought at first that perhaps she was simply waiting at the bar for her girlfriend and some guy had struck up a conversation with her. It wasn't like her to lie to me. Now I have always had a rather pronounced delight in sharing my women with other men. It's my nature and I know it but frankly Ellen was not at all the type to indulge me in my particular kink. I almost brushed off the episode but in the end decided to confront her with what I had learned.

Ellen simply stared back at me with open eyes -- rather a 'deer in the headlights' look of total surprise when I asked her about my friend having seen her at the wine bar with another man. She said nothing at all for what seemed to me to be an eternity -- she simply looked at me, not for a second averting her eyes. Then she looked away and turned her back to me.

"You need to go," she said clearly as she slowly walked away from me.

I thought that perhaps I had offended her and that the episode in the bar was completely innocent. I almost offered an apology but my gut told me her reaction was not one of anger but rather shame -- and fear.

"I'm not going anywhere, Ellen. And you're not either. We're going to talk this out."

She sat down on chair in her living room, her back still to me. "Just go, please," she said in an unsteady voice. I kneeled in front of her and tried to look her in the eye, but she would not meet my gaze. It was indeed shame that I was seeing. At that moment I wanted nothing more than to comfort and bond with her.

"I love you," I said. And I meant it. And my cock was already stiffening at the thought that she had taken another man to her bed while I was gone. I was desperate to know the truth. I knew -- I mean, I was certain that if she came clean with me about what she had in fact done, that we would enter a whole new level of intimacy in our relationship. We were at the tipping point and I knew it.

She slowly raised her eyes to meet mine and they were moist with tears. "Oh, I'm so ashamed of myself. I love you too and I am so ashamed of myself!" She began to sob and I held her closely, kissing her gently as I comforted her. Ellen's body trembled as she allowed herself to release her emotions. I was smitten -- and rock hard thinking of what she had done. Was it possible that I had so completely missed the mark thinking of her as a rather standard, if beautiful middle-aged woman? Was she in fact a slut? 

I didn't pressure her to talk. I simply held her and she melted in my arms.

"I feel so bad about what I did the other night." She looked straight at me and my look was adoring and not at all upset. Obviously relieved, she continued. "I didn't meet my girlfriend. I went to that wine bar and met a man." She paused and looked again at me.

"It's okay, baby." I stroked her hair and kissed her forehead. "Really, it's okay."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

"He took me back to his place and we had sex. That's all." She began to cry softly. "Oh god, I am so ashamed of myself."

"You needn't be, you know. You came clean and we'll be fine now."

"I want us to be so close," she said with conviction.

"Yes, we will be -- from now on. It's just going to get better. I promise."

"You're not angry?" Ellen looked at me almost quizzically.

"No, not at all. I wondered what really happened between you and Lee. I think I know now."

Ellen hesitated before answering. She took a deep breath and said, "It has happened before. I don't know why I do what I do. I just can't help myself sometimes." She began to weep again. "Lee got so angry with me when he caught me cheating on him." She wiped her eyes. "I didn't have affairs. I wouldn't do that. I loved Lee. I just had a few quick flings, like I did the other night. He couldn't handle it. I don't blame him for divorcing me. Sometimes I behave like a slut."

Then it hit me. She was at last offering me complete candor. It was me who was flying under false colors. I was highly aroused and she didn't know why I was so accepting of her indiscretion. It was time for me to reveal my own secret.

"Ellen, you can be a slut with me and I'll love you all the more for it."

She looked astonished. "What do you mean 'you'll love me for the more for it'? I don't understand."

"I mean just what I said. I want you to be completely who you are. You are a beautiful, highly sexual woman. You're also sweet and loving. I want to be so close to you but that means you must accept and love yourself. As I do." I was dancing around the point and it showed. I bit my lip and continued. "Look, I don't feel threatened or angry by what you did at all. It, uhm, turns me on if you want to know the truth of it. I mean, the thought of you in bed with another man charges me. It's sort of the way that I am." She smiled with real affection now. "You know how attracted I am to you. We have really good sex and care about each other. That's what really counts. It's just that I have always found that I am compelled by a woman who is sexually adventurous -- and maybe a bit sluttish."

She was the one who was angry now. "That's so typical of you men! You just want license to go out and fuck someone. That's why you aren't upset, isn't it?" She was really steaming. "You don't love me at all. You just want to date around and sleep with other women! That's it, isn't it?"

I kept my cool thankfully. I told her about the experiences I had had with my ex-wife Kiki and how I had not only allowed but also enjoyed sharing her with Jim, her lover before we married. I told Ellen how this had deepened our intimacy and bonded me closer to her.

"I thought you two divorced because she wanted children and you didn't."

"Yeah, that's exactly right," I replied. "And she wanted a suburban lifestyle that didn't suit me at all. There was nothing aggressive about our divorce. You know that I am still on friendly terms with her."

"Do you still sleep with her?"

"Nope."

Ellen was taking this all in and thankfully beginning to understand. She asked me to tell her more about the 'arrangement' Kiki and I had with Jim. I told her. And I told her about a similar 'understanding' I had fostered with another former girlfriend.

"I had no idea about any of this." She was giggling now. "I mean, really! I didn't know couples could do this!"

"Well, they do, sweetie. All that's important is that they learn to share openly and honestly. There can be no secrets -- at least between us."

"You're honest-to-god okay with what I did?"

"Well, that depends. You'll have to tell me, you know."

She smiled broadly and wide-eyed at me. "Take me to bed."

And I did. We slowly undressed each other, our mouths hungry for each other. She was mine now and I was hers. I was enraptured as I undid her blouse and freed her generous breasts, imagining that her secret lover had enjoyed them as I was enjoying them now. Ellen's body was amazing and now even more so as I reverently touched and caressed her smooth skin. Her pussy was soaked with desire and I imagined that she must have offered it up to her lover in the same aroused state only a few days before.

We embraced and kissed warmly and deeply. I kissed and stroked her firm thighs and then began to pleasure her clit with my tongue. "What was his name?" I asked in muffled tones, as I tasted her sex.

"Rick," she moaned.

"Tell me what happened." I was beyond aroused, as I knew that another man's cock had only days before penetrated the soft folds of the opening that I was so lovingly tasting now.

"You mean, everything?"

"Yes -- everything."

She was lost in pleasure but with agonizing deliberateness told me what I wanted to hear.

"I missed you so much while you were gone. I was in and out of bed and so restless Wednesday. I wanted to cum so bad and needed you inside of me." My quickening and fervent response told her she had hit the mark. "I needed someone inside of me. I didn't want to be alone, so I got all dressed up and went out."

"Mmmmm, you wanted to get fucked, didn't you?" 

"Yes, baby, I wanted a man inside of me." She gasped with pleasure as her first orgasm washed over her. I felt her thighs contract with the intensity of her cum and her pussy pulsed with pleasure. I was in heaven.

After a few moments she asked, "Do you want to know more."

"You know I do."

"Okay, just don't stop what you're doing!" I said nothing but buried my head between her perfect legs and tweaked and pulled her rigid nipples with my hands.

"Rick was just some guy at the bar but he was the best looking guy there -- young and really cute. He chatted me up and, well, you know, it didn't take long and he invited me to his place." Ellen paused for a few moments, lost in pleasure before she continued. "And I followed him to his place. And he fucked me."

"All night?"

"Yes."

"How many times?"

"I don't know -- maybe three or four times. I wanted to get up and go home but he wouldn't let me. He kept at me the whole night."

I released my lip lock on her pussy and moved on top of her and wrapped my arms around her. "That is so hot, baby. God, that is so incredibly hot." Ellen looked at me in wonder. We kissed with renewed intimacy and I whispered the question that had been burning in my mind. "Did you use protection?"

"The first time, we did. But he only had the one condom, so....."

"Rick filled you with his sperm, didn't he?" As I asked the question, I slowly slipped my hard cock inside of her.

"Yes. I'm so sorry!"

"Don't be, sweetie. I'm not. Baby, I love you so much!"

"I love you too!" Ellen moaned with pleasure. "I missed having you inside of me."

"Baby, I am so turned on -- so hot for you!" Her pussy enveloped and warmed my cock, coating it with her sexual juices -- exactly as it done with another man only days before. I was on fire for Ellen as I never had been before. I pushed her legs over my shoulders as I mounted her fully and began to thrust in earnest. "Did he make you cum, sweetie?"

"Yes - so many times!"

That sent me over the edge and I gave myself over to my own orgasm. As I pumped my load into her, Ellen came with me. Our bodies were locked in the throes of our mutual orgasm. I had never known such intense pleasure. 

Completely spent, I rolled off of her and lay gasping beside her sweaty, naked body. I closed my eyes and thanked my lucky stars for having this amazing woman in my life. Ellen moved next to me and lovingly cuddled me. We dozed on and off for an hour or so and then renewed our passion in a more unhurried manner. And we talked with the true intimacy of two lovers bonded to one another. Ellen told me with complete candor about her sexual history of one-night stands. They were infrequent as she always felt shame for giving in to her lust. And she never, ever slept with the same man twice.

"So, you don't want to see Rick again?" I asked.

"No -- not at all. I don't want a relationship with him. If you sleep with someone more than once, that means you have to have a relationship with them. I just want that with you."

"I want that too, Ellen."

"And you won't sleep with other women?"

"I absolutely won't. That's not who I am." I kissed her. "I am so content to be your guy."

"I want you to be my guy!" she gushed.

"And if you want to occasionally take another man into your bed, I'm fine with that. Okay?"

"Really??"

"I told you that I was more than okay with that. You saw how I responded when you told me about Rick, didn't you?"

"You really got so worked up!"

"Ellen, I'm crazy about you -- even more so now that you told me about your 'secret life'. It feels good to be yourself around me, doesn't it?"

"It does. It really does" She sighed with total contentment. "Should I tell you when I want to, uhm, 'stray'?"

"You have to, sweetie. Maybe we could even plan it out -- together."

"Wow, that would be so amazing." She laughed out loud. "I mean, just totally amazing!"

"Ellen, let's make what he have together amazing for both of us. Deal?"

She kissed me and so I had my answer. And it was amazing. We were perfect for each other -- or so I thought.

Ellen's Secret Life Ch. 02



Ellen and I had ratcheted up the intensity of our relationship once we had both come clean about our sexual natures. You see, we were a perfect fit – she was a slut and I adored her for it. But there was more than a simple co-dependency at work here. Our mutual revelation had brought a welcome honesty to other levels of our relationship as well. When not engaged in the throes of impassioned lovemaking we were talking constantly, sharing the details of our lives openly and with complete candor. What can I say? We were in love and life was good and about to become even better.

Ellen asked me endless questions about my sexual history and enjoyment of other men servicing my women. She was particularly keen to learn more about the arrangement my ex-wife Kiki and I had had with Jim, her big-cocked lover from before our marriage. Jim had continued as her lover after our marriage and the three of us had developed a very close, if non-standard arrangement of friendship with fantastic benefits. It was not uncommon for Jim to pop over after work and the three of us relax with drinks and a casual dinner. At some point Jim and Kiki would inevitably find their way to the bedroom and he would service her as only he could. Needless to say we kept several extra sets of sheets on hand. On occasion the two of them would enjoy an evening to themselves while I made myself scarce. Jim and I also enjoyed hanging out together from time to time and I even met several of his girlfriends. I thought it rather charming that Kiki seemed possessive of him and his cock, her reaction on occasion bordering on jealousy.

It was all-good, although Ellen couldn't really get her mind around the fact that Jim was regularly in our lives nor could she fully understand that I both loved to watch and occasionally participate. Even with our new openness, she obviously still considered infidelity to be inherently shameful. Her flings had always been one-night stands, the men being disposable pleasures. While it was clear that she would take other men to her bed, the why's and wherefore's of how this was to be undertaken was not at all clear. I resolved to set matters in motion.

The idea came to me that weekend at her Catholic school reunion. Ellen enjoyed herself immensely and being something of a flirt, enjoyed the attention that her fetching schoolgirl outfit received from the other men in attendance. That Saturday evening at the hotel our sex play revolved around her outfit that she had purchased at a costume shop. Though quite the genuine schoolgirl attire, the fullness of her breasts straining the fabric of the cotton blouse clearly showed that the wearer was a full-grown woman. The contrast of innocence and sexuality made for great sex that evening. And it gave me an idea.

We were somewhat struggling with finding a good way to proceed in finding another lover and also somewhat at cross-purposes. She could of course simply show up at a bar as she had done with Rick, the man she had seduced while I was on my business trip. But I think for her the thrill of engaging in clandestine sex would somehow be lacking if I knew beforehand. For us to make things work we would have to do this as a couple. I thought I had the answer. The trick was to find a man for her who was attractive, highly skilled in bed, discreet, and most importantly knew his place. I had just the guy. His name was Joey. He had been skillfully serviced a previous girlfriend so I knew his qualities. He had unmatched stamina and a large, thick cock with a G-spot pleasing upward curve that my girlfriend had enjoyed immensely. Better still, he had a girlfriend himself and had been in a 'committed' relationship with her for several years, save for his occasional playtime with couples. He was in that sense 'safe' and that was important for me as I wanted Ellen to be taken bareback. And he knew when to leave – also important. I contacted him and he quickly agreed.

Ellen was obviously both terribly excited and equally anxious about the arrangement I was attempting to fashion. I had to continue to answer endless questions about my sexual history. I answered patiently and honestly her every question. She could not get her mind wrapped around my enjoyment of sharing my women with other men, especially my watching. She was especially questioning of my relationship with Kiki, my ex-wife. We had maintained occasional contact with each other though it was totally platonic. I had long since lost contact with her lover Jim though I knew that it was unlikely that he was still in her life, or her pussy, as she had remarried. Ellen was deeply intrigued about the intensity of our triad and frankly both jealous and suspicious. I suppose it was a function of her insecurity and her history of clandestine, secretive couplings with other men. Whatever the reason it was enormously vexing and so for the time being I just relaxed, made clear my commitment to her, and didn't pursue arrangements with Joey.

Ellen had come into a rather substantial settlement from her ex-husband and sought professional advice to manage her financial affairs. She had met with a financial planner named James several times and was more than pleased with the investment advice she was getting. I frankly didn't ask about her finances so I didn't give it much thought. I knew he was a good bit younger and had a nice way about him but that was about it. It was a Friday and while we had plans to spend her childless weekend together I was relaxing at home that evening after a long week at work. I was about to head to bed sometime around midnight when she called.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Not much. Going to bed. How was your day?"

There was a pause. "I miss you so much. Come over, please." Ellen's voice was soft and plaintive.

"What, now? I'm really tired, baby. I'll be over early tomorrow morning."

"James took to me dinner after our meeting."

"Really? That was nice of him." Where was this leading? I wondered though somehow I already knew.

"He just left."

"He just left?" I was instantly awake and aroused.

"Uh huh, just a few minutes ago."

"Did he fuck you?"

"Come over please – won't you?" If a voice could have a 'just-fucked' tone to it, hers did.

"On my way!"

I didn't bother to shower and simply threw on jeans and a shirt as I sped over to her house, which fortunately was only about 10 minutes away. I parked in her driveway and used my key to come in the back door. The house was dark but I knew the way to her bedroom. She had lit several candles and was tucked under the covers. Not a word was spoken as I shed my own clothes and climbed in under the comforter to find her body naked and warm. As I moved to pull her to me, my leg brushed against the fitted sheet and it was unmistakably wet. My god, she had clearly just been fucked!

I didn't say a word but simply took her in my arms and kissed her. She felt amazing but her skin, while warm and delicious, was slightly sticky. Her breasts melded into my chest as our bodies joined together in a passionate embrace. I moved her slightly onto her back and moved to caress her pussy.

"Don't touch me there – please." I hesitated for a moment, but I was not to be denied. I parted her legs slightly and caressed her neatly trimmed vulva, which seemed a bit swollen. It took only the slightest pressure for my finger to enter her pussy. There was no mistaking the wetness I felt immediately – it was another man's cum! She had taken James into her bed and into her body tonight. And judging by the sloppiness of her vagina and the rather obscenely large wet spot on the sheet, he must have emptied quite a load into my girlfriend.

"Are you angry with me?" she whispered. "I didn't know we would go this far. It was supposed to just be dinner."

"I love you, Ellen. No, baby, I'm not angry at all. You feel amazing. You are beyond desirable."

"I wanted so much to tell you what happened. I also wanted to just forget it happened and go to sleep but I had to call you. I am so ashamed that I cheated on you. Please, please, forgive me." She was weeping now. I brushed away her tears and kissed her.

"You didn't cheat on me, Ellen. I'm proud of you. You've come a long way, asking me over. This will make us closer – really, it will."

And I meant it. I moved on top her but she resisted.

"Oh, please don't!" Her body stiffened. "Another man has just been there."

"I need to reclaim you, Ellen. I need that so bad." With that she relaxed and melted into my arms. As I entered her, my cock was instantly coated with James' seed. It was insanely erotic to experience the liquid warmth that enveloped my organ. Ellen was now totally receptive to my overpowering need to be inside of her. The look on her face was so sweet, so grateful that we were connecting after her indiscretion. Though I wanted to know the details of her infidelity, now was not the moment for a chat. It took only a few minutes before I added my own load to the one which had been so freshly deposited only an hour or so ago. Without another word spoken, I withdrew from her body and wrapped in each other's arms, we both fell into a deep, contented sleep.

When I awoke the next morning, I heard Ellen puttering around in her kitchen. I threw on my jeans and saw her in her robe preparing coffee. I wrapped my arms around her and gently kissed her neck. She turned and pushed me away.

"I suppose you now think it's okay to cheat on me, don't you?" Her voice was shrill and the look in her eyes was malevolent. I was stunned.

"What are you talking about? I don't want to cheat on you, sweetie." My heart sank. She totally didn't get it.

"Well, I'm getting a new financial planner – and a new boyfriend too! I want you to leave!" She was in earnest but I knew her well enough to know that she was dealing not so much from anger as from fear. I also knew better than to try to engage her when she was this worked up.

"I'm not leaving until we've talked this through." With that, I calmly poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down on a chair in her living room. Ellen stalked off to the bedroom. I heard her getting dressed and slamming down makeup at her vanity. This was one very upset lady. Without so much as another word she stormed out of the house and drove off. I tried to just stay calm, knowing how volatile she is. So I just watched a bit of TV and relaxed. Sure enough she returned about an hour later, still on edge but fortunately subdued. She sat down across from me and just looked at me, without saying a word. It was up to me to defuse the situation.

"I know you're upset and I think I know why. You want me to react like your ex – but I'm not Lee. I'm not like any of the other men you know. I want us to be together. And I am now and will be totally monogamous with you. Look, I know you want to be ashamed and secretive about your infidelities, but you have to relearn how to handle that side of yourself if you want to be with me. It's just that simple. I know you, love you for who are, and just want to be close to you. But I'm not you. I don't feel shame about my needs. Neither should you – unless you get off feeling ashamed."

Ellen just sat there staring at me. I felt a bit sorry for her – she was trying to understand what for her was incomprehensible and what for me was completely clear. Finally, she spoke, averting her eyes.

"It won't happen again," she whispered.

"Of course it will," I said evenly. "It's not easy to take when someone loves you and accepts you, is it? And I do."

She sat down next to me and put her arms around me. She sighed as she rested her neck on my shoulder. "Will you spend the whole weekend with me? We have so much to talk about and I don't want to be alone."

I brightened and said cheerfully, "Of course I will, baby." And we had the most awesome weekend together as we truly bonded. Much as I wanted to know the sordid details of her tryst with James, I knew better than to go there. Delightfully she did open up a bit and shared the general story of Friday's seduction. She didn't offer up the more erotic specifics and I didn't press her. It was enough that we simply became more deeply intimate with each other. We napped in the late afternoon on Sunday, making love and dozing peacefully. I awoke to her gently stroking my hair and looking at me with loving eyes.

"Tell me more about Joey and how you want that to work," she whispered.

"You want to go ahead with that?" I was surprised.

"I've been thinking about it all afternoon. See?" With that she guided my hand to her sex. She was wet with desire. This was going to get very interesting indeed.