65 comments/ 42100 views/ 12 favorites Joy By: ukresearcher This story derives from a case which I handled during my years as a marriage guidance councillor. All that I was told was that my clients name was Tom and that his problem involved infidelity by his wife. After speaking with them both I felt that they had already resolved their issues but requested the consultation for validation. Tom came to see me first and at the end of that initial meeting told me that his wife Joy wanted to speak with me too. I finished up with two accounts of the same events but from different perspectives. Rather than present two virtually identical stories, I have interleaved the most relative sections from the two narratives. Throughout what follows I have omitted my own occasional prompting remarks. ***** Tom "My business partner is an unmitigated bastard. If I explain I think that you will understand why. Twenty years ago, just before Joy and I got married we hired a narrow boat and travelled the canals for two perfect weeks - there was a heat-wave for virtually the whole fortnight and it was idyllic. Before this we had spent nights together and a great number of weekends but it was the first time that there had been opportunity for sex morning noon and night, day after wonderful day. Ever since we had promised ourselves that one day we would own a narrow boat just like it but for years it seemed little more than a dream. We have brought up two lovely children (the eldest conceived on this holiday) but both are now at university and I doubt if either will return home to live. In partnership with my one time friend Paul I own a firm selling business software - he does the selling while writing the actual programs is my area of responsibility. For most of the first twelve years of my marriage I worked for a large software house as an analyst programmer - Paul was a salesman for the same enterprise and it was during this period that we first became friends. I earned a decent income but ten years ago I began to become disillusioned with my employers - mainly because they drastically reduced the retrospective bonus commission on the sale of standard business packages. Paul was also unhappy so we decided to branch out on our own but it was nearly two years before we took the plunge. I will admit that our method of doing this was rather unethical but nobody ever gets anywhere without pulling a stroke or two. From work I purloined copies of some popular packages and in my own time redesigned the front end so that the data input screens looked completely different and reformatted all printed reports while leaving the bulk of programs untouched. Paul for his part continued selling our employer's product but whenever a prospective purchaser jibbed on price, Paul would say, "On the other hand I can offer you this - it's just as good if not better and a great deal cheaper." In this way he got my revamped software into business premises and built us a fighting chest for when we started on our own. Our first two years in business were desperately hard, (largely because a national slump started the moment we were out on a limb), and we came very close to folding. Paul used his own car, put in the miles and picked cheap bed and breakfast establishments rather than the hotels to which he was accustomed. I wrote programs during every hour I could manage to keep my eyes open and Joy continued her full time job (to put food on the table), fulfilled the role of mother and then handled all correspondence and the typing of documentation for our fledgling business. The following three years were also a grind but at the end that period we were doing well enough for Joy to quit her other job and come onto the payroll full time. By now we had a range of applications that we could sell ' off the shelf' relative relatively cheaply, could tailor any of these packages to a particular client's requirements and would design and program any new system that a client needed developing. These last were the life blood of the business because the client paid the bulk of development costs and we were left with another product for our catalogue. The most recent three years have been ones of consolidation and we have seen the benefits of our gamble. The final sign of success came a year ago when we set on a girl to replace my wife; letting Joy became a lady of leisure while still drawing nearly the same income from the business. Lucy our new girl Friday is a sight for sore eyes - if the word 'nubile' did not exist it would need to be invented just for her. Aged twenty-two she has a very pretty face, long wavy blonde hair and Jaffa orange sized breasts. These are accentuated by being situated on a high rib cage above a very slim waist that swells out to old fashioned hips and the most perfect behind you can imagine. Lucy always totters about on extremely high heels worn with either tiny skirts or trousers of a thin material that couldn't possibly be any tighter. Those glorious tits are always on display and I doubt if there is any part that has not been in sight at some time - except her nipples but every day they can be seen in outline, proudly thrusting against whatever material is trying to contain them. She is like an animated pin-up. I would never have dreamed of cheating on Joy but just having Lucy around brought an automatic feel-good factor. One lunchtime when she had perched cheekily on the corner of my desk, chatting happily and repeated crossing and re-crossing her legs I found myself with an illicitly throbbing erection so I took my overload of lewd thoughts and went for a walk outside to cool down. On a whim I took some steps down to the canal and started to stroll by the side of the murky water. After a couple of minutes walk I saw a narrow boat tied up with a big 'For Sale' on it. Closer up the notice said that the sale was to be by private tender and that the current day was the closing date for bids. I assumed that I was already too late but curiosity impelled me to climb aboard and look around. The boat was dirty and neglected but as far as I could see it was perfectly sound. As I was about to leave, I was joined by another man who said that he was there to take the notice down. He was happy to unlock to let me have a look below deck and I was not unimpressed by what I saw. When we finished up chatting, I asked if there had been much interest to which he replied, 'Not a lot," but then perhaps feeling that he had been a trifle indiscreet, went on to say that there were two or three bids in already. The most important information he gave me was that the bidding did not close until 6 p.m. I walked back to the office calculating madly to decide that I could just about meet the reserve price - but the boat was worth a great deal more. Nevertheless, I typed out on offer for £1000 more than the minimum, as an afterthought added another £160 and then went round to deliver it by hand at the address given. Two days later I heard that my bid had been successful. On the spot I decided that I would not tell Joy of my purchase. Our twentieth anniversary was only three months away so I planned to spend the intervening time cleaning the boat up and then give it to her as a surprise anniversary present. Paul tended to be in the office just after lunch on Friday's to catch up on his paperwork for the week while Lucy worked a couple of hours on Saturday mornings dealing with mail so knocked off at 2 p.m. on Friday afternoons. It struck me that if Paul was certain to be in and able cover the office on Fridays then I could get some afternoons and evenings working on my new boat. With this in mind I told my partner about the purchase, asked him to help me out but stressed that he must not give Joy even a hint of my present to her. That night I mentioned to my wife that I was working on a new application and would be staying at the office late on Fridays for the next few weeks - she knew that I worked best when there were no distractions. As it happened the poor appearance of the boat was largely superficial so after only two dedicated sessions I had the cabins gleaming like new pins and got the exterior looking at least respectable. At this point, with still more than eight weeks before the anniversary, I realised that I had time to completely renovate the exterior and give it a new paint job. Furthermore, I decided to make it an exact replica of that long ago vessel - there were several photographs in the album that I could use for reference. The original had been called 'Joyful' - we had joked about 'Joy full aboard Joyful', so all I had to do was lose the last three letters and my wife's gift would bear her name. I must now confess to an ulterior motive. During the hard days, no matter how tired, we had made a point of doing something sexual, for mutual comfort and to maintain a contact apart from the business. Now that better times had come it might be expected that we would be making up for lost opportunity but in fact the opposite seemed to have happened, with love making only a desultory occurrence instead of a very frequent event. (It is possibly not getting enough at home that made me so susceptible to Lucy's pneumatic charms). I should point out that at thirty-eight, Joy looks a damn sight nearer to thirty than she does to forty and remains a very desirable woman. Admittedly there is a maturity about her, but she has stayed slim, keeping the trim figure that I fell in love with at the start. So my big hope was that a canal cruise on a simulacrum vessel might recapture the unrestrained passion of our younger days. I had done three sessions on the boat and nicely started the undercoat when Paul unusually called in at the office on a Tuesday to say, "This Friday is our first barbecue of the year. You and your lovely wife are invited as usual but if you prefer to work on your project there is no reason why she can't come on her own." I passed this invitation on to my wife that that night. She was delighted but was surprised that I could not take the evening off to accompany her. I had been tempted but eight hours of painting had made me realised that I had taken on far too much and would need every hour I could scrape up if I was to finish on time. So I worked on the boat and Joy went to the barbecue by herself." Note: The following section is a transcription from a section of my interview with Joy. The same information was also related to me by Tom but as told to him by his wife. I thought that her direct words might carry greater clarity. JOY "I went to Paul and Lisa's by taxi. I had my own smart two seater sports car now but I knew that there would be plenty of boozing before the end of the evening. I was rather miffed at Tom for not taking me to the barbecue - no matter how urgent the application he was working on, one night off was not going to hurt. There had not been any real overtime for nearly two years so I think that I had started to resent what had once been a standard part of life. I also knew that, being on my own, I had to be extra careful to avoid Paul's wandering hands. For years he had blatantly been trying to touch me up in front of everybody - Lisa knew exactly what he was up to without apparently being bothered by it and dear Tom never ever noticed a thing. It crossed my mind that it would serve hubby right if his partner managed to cop a real feel for once but I had no intention of allowing lecherous Paul any extra latitude. A night out like this was a rare treat because we never went anywhere and never did anything. If the truth were known I was bloody bored. I was used to a full life and since I had 'retired' I hated it with one boring day following another. We had finally made it but all that had given us money that we could only spend on things, things that we seldom really needed. All those years of sacrifice and struggle - and for what? It would not have been too bad if we still had bed to look forward to but that had become boring too - Tom seldom showed any interest and I suffered from the same lack of inclination. Even when things were at their worst, we always had that. Many times Tom has fallen asleep the moment he got his cock into me - there may have been no real sex but his organ was inside me where it belonged and that all that mattered. On the narrow boat cruise before we married, had Tom come to me and said, "We are going over a weir and will be drowned. There is an outside chance that we might be able to swim to safety but if we stay with the boat there is time for one last shag," there would be no question about what we would have done. Sex was an integral part of our lives at that time and for many years after and it was difficult to see where that old closeness had gone. Paul let me in, as usual kissing me politely on both cheeks. Standing outside the cloakroom as he took my wrap, we made small talk with him making a big deal about how much he missed seeing me at the office. This prompted me to ask how my replacement Lucy was doing, adding, "Tom says that she is efficient but has told me very little else about her." "She is an absolute gem," Paul enthused with no reservation, "Not only is she very good at her job but she is so easy to look at - she even sets my pulses racing. Tom thinks she's the best thing since sliced bread and he's absolutely besotted by her. Oops no wait - forget that I said that." I just took this as a figure of speech and thought nothing of it but Paul seemed embarrassed and blundered on. With irritation in his voice he said, "Even so, I think he might have forgone his private pleasures for one evening rather than miss our first barbecue of the season." "Come on," I said rising to the defence of my husband, "He does have this urgent new application to develop and you know that Tom always has put work first." Paul looked at me blankly, "What new application - it's the first I have heard of it? Apart from tailoring some existing packages there has been no new development programming for over eighteen months." "Then why is he staying late at the office every Friday night?" I asked. "Not only doesn't he stay in the office but for the past few weeks he's been taking most of Friday afternoons off as well," Paul told me firmly but then he held his hand over his face saying. "Oh hell - there goes my big mouth again after I specifically promised Tom that I wouldn't breathe a word about it. I know he's desperate that you don't find out." "What time does he leave the office on Fridays?" "Around two o'clock - the same as Lucy. They go off together." I went cold all over. "Are you telling me that Tom is having an affair with Lucy? Tell me Paul, Yes or No - I want to know?" I demanded. "Even if he is it's not the end of the world," Paul said looking at me sympathetically. "Both Lisa and I are not exactly faithful to each other and it doesn't do us any harm - in fact I think it keeps the spark alive in our marriage. If you don't mind me saying, I think that your marriage is in the doldrums and it saddens me because we are both very fond of you and Tom. Even when the business was most fraught it was obvious that you and he couldn't keep your hands off each off each other. You once had a natural togetherness, a body language - but that seems to have gone altogether. A little affair might jolt Tom out of his rut and you could do with a bit of the same to bring back a sparkle to your eyes." As he spoke, Paul slipped his arm round me and gave my shoulder a squeeze. I stiffened automatically which caused him to jump back defensively and hold up his hands in protest, "Good Lord, not me. Not that I wouldn't love to but Lisa has warned that you are strictly off limits." He looked so comical that I had to laugh, he joined in and that eased the situation. "No, what you need is a nice eager young man," Paul went on. "As it happens we have one on hand ready for your approval - he's with Lisa and panting to meet you." I followed my host onto the terrace in a state of confusion, not sure if Paul had confirmed that my husband was having and affair with Lucy or only hinted that he might be. There was no time to analyse the situation because next moment Lisa was greeting me effusively, kissing the air on both sides of my head. Then I was introduced to Guiseppe or "Joe as he likes to be called in this country". My breath caught in my throat, as sight of exceptional beauty often does, for Joe was the best looking male I had ever met. He was about twenty-five, of middle height and stocky but not overly so. He had the warmest brown eyes that you can imagine and he was also very black. His fingers were warm and soft without being at all effeminate and my hand slipped into his grasp like a glove. The food was ready and waiting. While we ate I could not take my gaze from his full lips and very white strong teeth and every time that I did force my eyes upwards it was to see the warm pools of his eyes fixed intently upon me. We had all been drinking from the start and thoughts of Tom's betrayal had caused me to gulp down my first two glasses rather quickly so I was already feeling the effects of the liquor. I was enjoying both the situation and the company but the pleasure was spoiled by a feeling of tension inside me. I became aware of a pleasant sensation on my neck and realised that Joe had reached his arm along the back of the two seater recliner to describe gentle circles with his finger just below my ear. It was both soothing and relaxing and I found my head moving appreciatively in response to his caresses. Paul and Lisa were sitting on a similar swing seat facing us. My eyes must have drifted closed because I opened them suddenly to be rather shocked by what I saw. Paul had pulled his wife's skirt right to the top of her thighs and was stroking her inside leg as if they were completely alone. The surprise was the discovery that my friend was not wearing underwear. I am rather bushy down there but she was completely shaved and it did look rather neat - almost pretty. Even more surprising was the fact that she had a small gold ring on either side of her vulva - I had long known about her tongue stud but had never realised that she had taken body piercing any further. Paul had extended his attentions to include her very exposed pussy and it looked so nice that I could almost imagine that I was feeling the sensations myself. Only a few seconds later I could not avoid the fact that I really was feeling them. Joe had insinuated his other hand under my skirt and had a finger making the same circular motions on the crotch my panties. The rotational movement of his finger was almost infinitesimal but the sensations generated in me were more intense than had he been strumming my clitoris like a banjo. I seemed to melt inside but my vagina was filled with a burning need. What I was doing was undoubtedly wrong but it faded into insignificance compared to what my faithless husband was undoubtedly doing at that very moment. I let myself enjoy it and must have shut my eyes again because next time I looked, Paul had his cock out and Lisa was stroking it. Paul's penis was slightly smaller than Tom's and this surprised me because I always believed great self confidence in men indicated an above average endowment. As if in a dream I reached out my hand to the side. I don't know if I intended to rest my hand on Joe's thigh or actually touch the front of his trousers but my blindly probing hand actually encountered a throbbing column of hot flesh. I quickly looked and could not believe my eyes. Joe's cock was at least two inches longer than Tom's and so thick. Almost convulsively I grabbed hold but was nowhere near to closing my fingers round the tumescent shaft. In addition to the impressive dimensions it was uncut, the only one of that type that I had ever encountered. In my youth I did go with a few boys but my experience was relatively limited. It is possible that I have touched an uncircumcised penis before but that would have been in the dark - most certainly never before have I had such a prime specimen of male manhood pulsating in front of my eyes. I was very tempted to lean forward and take it in my mouth but that would be going too far - I felt that passively allowing a bit of sexual petting was fine but did not want to let myself fall to my husbands deceitful level. Joy The sight of my hand sliding slowly up and down the sleek skin of that beautiful cock fascinated me and when I once again glanced towards the other seat it was to find that the scenario had once again changed. Paul was now on his knees in front of Lisa with his head buried between her spread thighs. From the start, the events on one seat had been quickly mirrored on the other and I started to tremble with almost uncontrollable anticipation as Joe slid to the floor and took up position before me. I willingly lifted my hips to let him remove my panties and the next moment he had buried his nose in my most private part. He froze in that position for several seconds giving a long low moan that I took to be appreciation of my female odour. This affected my greatly, making me feel so warm inside and causing me to spread my legs even wider for him. When he started to use his tongue in me it was absolute heaven. I have told Tom all this but not in the same detail and I certainly did not mention how completely delirious Joe's wonderful talented tongue made me feel - I was almost out of my mind with pleasure. He made me cum with his mouth but something happened that rather spoiled it - right at the peak of the orgasm, I suddenly felt like I was going to pee. I managed to fight it but it ruined what might have been an experience of complete abandon. By the end, my spread legs were curved round Joe's head with my heels touching in the middle of his shoulder blades. After the climax I went all limp and vaguely felt my legs sliding off his shoulders. Joe took advantage of this movement to suddenly tip the seat so that I was catapulted upon him. I reached out to save myself and slid down him with my arms round his neck and my legs wrapped round his body. So it was the force of gravity rather than a thrust on his part that got his wonderful cock inside my eager cunt - it had gone in as far as it would go before my downward slide was halted. Words cannot describe the sensations of that moment. I had not intended to let Joe fuck me. As mentioned I thought that petting and foreplay activity were permissible but when I confronted Tom I wanted it to be from a position or moral superiority. So had Joe attempted intercourse in the normal way I think I would have stopped him - I am so glad that he got it into me this way instead. When I had stopped shuddering from the shock of being impaled by such a large weapon Joe got his hands under my bum to start sliding me up and down on his shaft with me enthusiastically trying to aid with the momentum. Over my lovers shoulder I was again looked at Paul and Lisa. They were sitting separately, unashamedly watching us and both of them were masturbating. That sounds rather disgusting to say but really it wasn't - in a strange way it added to the sexual ambience of the situation and made it even better. This time he made me cum big time - the biggest orgasm of my life. I got that 'need to pee' sensation again and this time I think I did let a quick squirt out. I know that it made Joe lose control and next moment it felt as if I had an erupting volcano inside me. His cum was so hot and came out with such force and I lost count of the number of jets that I felt hitting my insides. I got a bit of cramp in my legs and Joe was suffering from having fucked me on his knees so we managed to stand up and separate but the moment that his cock came out of me a whole torrent of stuff followed it. It ran down my legs and on to a large fluffy rug. I had not minded spectators but I was mortified that something like that should happen in front of people so I started mumbling how ashamed and sorry I was. Lisa said I shouldn't let it upset me because it was a rare occurrence and they were privileged to have seen it. She also said not to worry about the mess because Paul would lick the rug clean when we had gone. Joe then scooped me up and carried me off to a bedroom where we had lots more sex during which I did manage to get his massive cock (the head) into my mouth. I didn't tell Tom the whole of that last bit either. After that night I started meeting Joe during the week to go to a motel and a month later I was with him again at the next barbecue." At this point I am switching back to the story from Tom's point of view. TOM "Joy did not have much to say about the barbecue, answering my queries by saying "You know - the same as always." She did mention that there was another male guest adding rather nastily, "So we didn't miss you one little bit," and that was my only reproach for not having attended. From soon after that night her whole demeanour seemed to change and she started to be more the girl that I married. It was as if she subconsciously knew about the boat because her new pattern of behaviour was exactly what I had hoped my gift was going to trigger. Effectively I started reaping the reward of my enterprise several weeks early. I started getting more and better sex than I had had for years and as a result, at the office, my preoccupation with Lucy's vibrant body started to ease. Four weeks went by and the next barbecue came up. I was on top of the boat project and was prepared to take a night off had Joy been more enthusiastic but her opinion was that I should, " - keep on doing just what you have been doing so far". It was the following Wednesday afternoon just after lunch that the first cloud appeared on my horizon. Lucy could not find an old file and asked me where it might be. I did not know so rang home because Joy had dealt with it before she left. There was no answer. I rang again half an hour later and subsequently throughout the afternoon without getting any reply. That night I asked, "Where did you get to this afternoon," "Nowhere, I was here all the time," she said with a funny look on her face. "You can't have been," I said and mentioned how many times I had rung. Joy then said that she had been doing the washing. She went on to point out that the telephone cannot be heard over the washing machine, there had been two loads and she had spent a long time in the garden hanging the washing on the line. This sounded very plausible until she decided to elaborate by adding, "And it was so nice in the sun that I took a cup of tea out and read a book for an hour." This had to be a lie. It had been pleasantly warm at the weekend but there had been a sharp drop in temperature and Wednesday had been overcast with a cold wind. I said nothing but it had set my mind working. Later that evening I rooted round quietly to find plenty of soiled items still to be washed but no sign of clean garments yet to be ironed. On Thursday I rang home with the original file query and Joy provided the answer. On Friday I got Lucy to phone with a made up question about the same file and again my wife was there to answer the phone. Monday I rang but clicked off the moment the receiver was lifted and on Tuesday I muffled my voice and pretended to be a wrong number. On Wednesday no-one answered the call. After a few more calls with the same result I drove home and after ascertaining that the house was empty and my wife's car missing I returned to the office. The hours between then and the end of the working day were the hardest that I had ever spent (until then). At home I waited with difficulty until we had eaten before asking casually, "Where did you get to this afternoon?" "Nowhere in particular, why do you ask," she replied with feigned unconcern - but I could see that her eyes had suddenly become wary. "I rang several times without getting a reply - but I suppose that you are going to tell me that you did another big wash and were hanging out the clothes in the rain." "Are you checking up on me?" she asked staring defiantly into my eyes. "Have I any reason to?" "I don't know how your mind works." "After all these years of marriage you should have a pretty good idea by now - I am infinitely trusting until I have good reason to be suspicious." "What are you trying to say?" she said looking away. "Are you having an affair?" Her face suffused with anger. "What if I am? I don't know where you find the nerve to sit there interrogating me when you've been screwing that little tart Lucy behind my back for months." My wife's accusation floored me. Although I was completely innocent her words very effectively put me on the defensive. "I haven't touched her - when have I had the chance?" "Friday evenings when you were meant to be working, sneaking off early with her some afternoons and any other damn time during the day that you felt like bending her over a desk." "Lucy may look like sex on legs but she's got a fiancé called Mike and they are getting married in September. I admit that I haven't really been working over on Friday's but Paul knows that it had nothing to do with Lucy and he will confirm that." Joy shook her head contemptuously. "Don't count on the old pals act to get you off the hook. If you must know it was Paul who more or less told me that you were messing about with Lucy and how you cleared off with her early on Friday afternoons. He said that you were crazy about her - until he told me that I had no idea." I jumped up grabbed Joy by the arm and dragged her roughly to her feet. "I've got something to show you," I told her angrily. During the drive, apart from a seething hatred for Paul, my anger subsided and Joy sat both silent and subdued. I led my wife to the canal and pointed to the now pristine narrow boat and said, "That is how I have been spending my time on Fridays for the past three months. I got it as an anniversary present for you." Joy took one look at the boat with her name upon it and turned to throw her arms round my neck and smother my face with kisses. She was like a child with a new toy, insisting that I show her around below decks and giving exclamations of delight at everything that she saw. It was exactly the reaction that I had eagerly anticipated and to be honest, during our time aboard it was as if both of us had forgotten the confrontation that had forced me to reveal my surprise early. However, on the drive home she began to cry quietly beside me. At home she said, "I feel so ashamed because I have cheated on you." She then went on to tell me how Paul had first implanted doubts about me in her mind and then provided an attractive seducer to take advantage of her moment of weakness." Tom then related the story already told in more detail by his wife so I will continue with a further section of her account. JOY "In the bedroom the sex was even better. That first fuck on the swing seat was wonderful but that was the fact rather than the act and of course the fantastic feeling of having something so gloriously big inside me for the first time. On the firmer base of the bed I was no longer moved away before his thrust and in consequence he could really push it into me hard. At times I thought that he was going to split me in half and part of me wanted that to happen. It was out of this world. Joe shagged me to bits and I loved every second of it. He climaxed inside me twice. In the middle I tried to suck him but could only get very little of him inside my mouth and even doing that made my jaw ache very quickly so I licked it a lot instead. Even so I wanted him to cum in my mouth and I thought it was going to happen but he changed his mind and squirted in my cunt instead. Over the years although I have sucked and swallowed Tom hundreds of times I have never really liked the taste. Something told me that Joe's spunk would be different and I was disappointed when he didn't let me find out so I scooped some out of my pussy on a finger and licked that - I was right, it was delicious. It was me who asked if I could see him again rather than the other way round. I would have happily let Joe do it to me all day every day so I was rather disappointed that he could only make Wednesdays but it was understandable because a man like him must be very much in demand by wives like me - in fact all women. When it was time to finish I felt oddly embarrassed about appearing before the other two naked so I had to send Joe to look for my dress and pants. I would have rather not put my panties back on but I needed something to soak up the stuff leaking out of me - and even then, after the car ride, I had a big wet patch on the back of my dress. Joe dropped me at the end of the road at just after 2 p.m. Tom was in bed and fast asleep. Even if he had been awake, I was not afraid of him wanting sex because I assumed that he would have already spent such desires in Lucy's sluttish hole. I did have a quick shower and stuffed my discarded clothing in the back of the washing machine instead of the laundry basket but apart from that made no real attempt to hide my activity. In fact, I was quite looking forward to seeing my husbands face when he found out that I was giving him a taste of his own medicine. I wanted Joe, I wanted him desperately and every day I ached to have him inside me again. The strange thing was that when I could not have Joe, with an equal hunger, I just wanted any sex and it was Tom I used to fill that need. I thought that he had lost interest in the intimate side of our marriage but it only needed a spark from me to light a raging inferno in him and we started screwing in a way that we hadn't done for years. I still loved Tom and enjoyed him fucking me as much as I did on honeymoon but all the time I was counting the hours, the minutes, even the seconds until I could have my lover's perfect penis back inside me. Wednesday's became the day. I used to drive to a large out of town supermarket and leave my two seater in the car park. Joe picked me up there and took me to a motel where we engaged in unbridled uninhibited sex between ten in the morning and four in the afternoon. During these liaisons I only got him to cum in my mouth a couple of because he had some kind of primitive need to jet his seed in the direction of my womb. We never discussed any birth control that I might be on and always had unprotected sex. I wasn't on anything at the start - for years there had been no need since Tom had the snip. So at that first barbecue I took a big chance but the following Monday I went back on the pill without telling either my husband or lover what I had done. Although he generally denied me my hoped for rewards I loved licking and sucking Joe's big cock. I also loved just gazing at it in a kind of phallic worship. Now although a big penis feels far better inside than a small one it is visually that an extra large cock is at its most impressive. After those sessions I used to drive home from the supermarket feeling as if a tank had been driven through my reproductive equipment. I always took a long shower to get rid of all evidence but I was left with a hurdle to overcome. Since rediscovering his libido, Tom had started expecting sex every night and I had to resort to some really ingenious excuses to put him off nicely. Perhaps I worried unduly but I thought a man must be able to tell if a woman had already been well fucked earlier the same day. On the other hand I was puzzled by the fact that, despite his exertions while pretending to be at the office, Tom still wanted to take an energetic turn with me. At the end of the month there was another barbecue and it gave me the bonus of being with Joe twice in one week. There was a nasty moment when Tom hinted that he might take a night off and join me but I managed to subtly discourage him. Perhaps it would have been better had he come because it would have prevented something happening that has bothered me ever since. Taking my cue from Lisa's example I went along wearing a dress but no panties. Then after eating and again on the facing swing seats, I took the initiative rather than slavishly copy the behaviour of Paul and his wife. Kneeling in front of Joe I got his cock out and started licking it like a lollipop, eventually getting if further into my mouth than I had before. I was taking a rest enjoying the feeling of his cock head throbbing against the roof of my mouth when I felt a sensation from my rear and realised that Paul had put his prick in me. I didn't really like it, although it felt quite pleasant and there was a nice decadence in sucking one king size cock while another man was fucking me at the other end. Sneaky Paul ejaculated quite quickly and to my surprise Joe followed suit filling my throat and mouth with hot creamy cum. I must admit that I spluttered a bit and struggled to my feet fighting for breath. I must have l looked a bit of a mess with spunk all over my lips and chin but I found that Lisa was standing right by me. Her mouth moved close to mine and for a moment I thought that she was going to kiss me - she actually changed her mind and pulled back but part of me wished that she had gone ahead. The Wednesday after the barbecue was extra special and I went home floating in a wonderful glow and then Tom came home and spoiled it all by asking where I had been. It was like having a bucket of cold water thrown over me and all because a stupid telephone query had let him know I wasn't at home. I managed to make up a poor excuse on the spur of the moment and he believed it. It should have made me more careful but I couldn't not see Joe and when Tom found out that I was absent again the next Wednesday I knew that I was in trouble. At that moment it was not worries about my marriage that bothered me but absolute panic at the thought that Joe might never fuck me again. Right from the start I had not been too upset about my husband poking Lucy and instead was glad that I had it as excuse for my own promiscuous behaviour but when he started accusing me I immediately counter attacked, showing him that it was not a one way street. Tit for tat would have possibly left it open for us both to go on seeing other people but when Tom dragged me to prove his innocence by showing me the boat, I was left without a leg to stand on. On seeing his gift I was so enamoured by the vessel that for a time I think we both forgot our marital difficulties but on the drive home everything came back to my mind with full force. I was terribly ashamed that I had taken an unjustified revenge but I honestly could not regret my wonderful hours with Joe. Back at home I started on a full confession but after telling how I had been misled by his partner, Toms rage transferred from me to Paul and he didn't want to hear any more. We did have sex but I doubt if he could tell that Joe had been there before him because it was a vicious angry fuck - but still rather enjoyable. Look Tom must never know the bit about Paul screwing me - in fact, although I told him all the rest it was in a more edited form so please be discreet about letting on to him what you know." TOM "Next morning I got into the office slightly early and as soon as Lucy appeared I stuck a twenty pound note in her hand saying, "I need a private word with Paul so take the morning off. Walk round the shops - buy yourself something." She looked at me with round eyes - I think the expression on my face told her that the coming encounter with my partner was not going to be a pleasant one. I knew that he was due in that day, so when he sauntered through the door with his lips pursed in that annoying tuneless whistle, I was waiting for him. Hurtling forward I grabbed him by the throat and slammed him hard against the wall. I had my fist poised for the first blow but held back because Paul was cowering away from me making no effort to defend himself despite being the bigger man. Releasing him I stepped back and said contemptuously, "You fucking piece of shit, I was going to give you the thrashing you deserve but I don't want to dirty my hands on you. We're through. You are pathetic. Clear your desk because I am shutting down the business. We have ceased trading from this moment." Joy Paul straightened up, corrected his collar and said coolly, "Don't you think that is a bit drastic?" "What do you expect after you have ruined my marriage? I can't work with you any more so everything can go." By this time Paul had managed to get a desk between us. "So you are going to abandon all the sacrifice, all that effort just because another man had had a little dibble in your private garden - now that is pathetic." "You made it happen," I accused. "That's going a bit far. When Joy got the impression that you were planting your seed in Lucy's garden, I admit that I didn't try to disabuse her. I honestly don't see how I could have said anything without betraying your secret about the houseboat and you had sworn me to silence on that one. As for ruining your marriage, I happen to think that it has done you a favour." "Now you are talking crap," I spat at him. "Am I? When I first knew you and Joy, you couldn't keep either your hands or eyes off each other but it hasn't been like that for a long time has it? Your marriage is moribund - or was. Since Joy found a new friend things have changed. She has regained a glow that hasn't been there for years and you are definitely getting a lot more than you were so, either you really have insinuated yourself between young Lucy's supple thighs without me knowing or bed time is fun time again in your house. As an aside, you ought to try your luck with our office staff. I've poked her a couple of times and she's just as juicy as her name implies but it's you she really goes for. It's there for you on a plate any time you want it." His words shocked me because I had believed that our recently enlivened sex life was a secret between my wife and me. "You don't know what you are talking about." "Ah but I do - I know from bitter experience. Look Tom lets call a truce. You make us a cup of and I will tell you some things about me that you don't know." Unsure what else to do I followed his suggestion and then listened to his story. "When I met Lisa I thought there wasn't another woman in the world like her. We were very much like you and Joy if not more so. One night in bed not long before our wedding she said, 'I know what salesmen are like and I know what you're like, dipping your wick into anything that moves. Don't promise to stop because I know that you won't and that's fine by me - just don't expect me to keep my little hungry quim in cold storage waiting for you to get home'. I thought that this was just sex talk to wind me up but for the first two years I kept my cock in my pants and that was hard considering all the nookie that gets put in my way. So when I found that Lisa had been cheating on me with more than one guy I was gutted. Anyway, we talked it through and decided that as she fancied other men and I fancied other women we should abandon the concept of fidelity. From then on we adopted what is known as a swinging life style and we could not be happier - in fact you and Joy are the only straight couple in our social circle. Overcoming the jealousy thing can open up a whole new world of freedom and pleasure for you both." There was no doubting his sincerity so I answered seriously, "That may work for you but I am just not that type of person. I admit that Lucy flaunting herself round the office got me hot under the collar but I honestly don't ever want any other woman except Joy." "That attitude might be fine in an ideal situation but it isn't ideal is it? Joy has shown that she does want at least one other man beside you," he countered reasonably, "I am showing you how to cope with things as they are." "So what do I do - shag women that I don't really want just so my wife can have licence to open her legs for all and sundry with a clear conscience?" "Not necessarily. I told you that we started swapping with other couples and we still do occasionally but now we prefer just to have another man join us. Sometimes I take part in the threesome but more often than not I just sit and watch Lisa and him together." I looked at my devious partner incredulously. "What can you possibly get out of that?" "You'd be surprised. It's unusual for any two people to have exactly the same sex drive so in any marriage one or the other is bound to be frustrated to some extent. I thought I was highly sexed but Lisa leaves me at the starting line - she has what text books refer to as 'carnal hunger'. I call it 'fuck fever' and I rather suspect that Joy has a similar drive that was dormant but has now been activated. In general women tend to be still eager for more when the male of the species has collapsed into an exhausted heap. How many times have you seen your wife have an orgasm? I don't mean how many times has she had one or how often but how many times have you actually seen it happening? Let me paint a scenario - she is getting close so you put in extra effort to make it good for her but she suddenly starts panting 'Not quite, not quite, keep going, keep going, keep going'. You do keep going and by the time she rings the bell you are gasping for breath, lathered in sweat and your thighs feel as if they are about to seize up forever. OK - you made her cum and you feel good about that but you don't actually see a damn thing. Now imagine that you are sitting in a chair watching and it is some other guy putting in all that effort. With perfect clarity you see the expression on her face in the midst of orgasm and you see the glow like a blush spreading all over her body - it is a sublime sight. It's wonderful watching any woman cum but when that woman is your wife with another man, it gives you the most wonderful feeling in the world." JOY "The next day I lived on my nerves. I knew that Tom had left home intending to confront Paul so for hours I half expected police at the door to tell me that a murder had been committed. In addition I knew that I would have to continue my confession and wracked my brain for ways to tell the truth without hurting my husband too much. When Tom came home and announced that he had had a long talk with Paul and that they had agreed to remain in partnership, I was astounded. I would have loved to know what had been said but as I was most certainly the one in the dock, I was not in a position to ask questions. Tom was amazingly gentle and understanding, saying little and just nodding his head occasionally as I told of my weekly matings with his rival. When I had finished he asked about the size of Joe's cock and I answered this truthfully. Tom accepted the news with little reaction and it was only when I admitted that Joe had made me cum more than he ever had, even in our most passionate periods, that my poor husband showed ant real signs of distress. He told me that he forgave me and in response I made a most painful gesture. With Tom listening I rang Joe. Before he could speak, I said quickly, "My husband knows about us so I can't see you any more. I'm sorry. Good bye." As I slowly replaced the handset I heard Joe say, "If you ever change your mind - any time anywhere. Just leave a message on my answer phone." In the next few days we had a lot of sex. I was very conscious of trying to repair the damage of my behaviour and I think that Tom was making amends for virtually raping me. For that short period I really believed that we could put this behind us and get back to where we were - and then the next Wednesday came around. I cried all day or at least water kept pouring out of my eyes, I ached all over and showed all the symptoms of a drug addict in the depths of withdrawal. I knew that I should be with Joe. I felt entitled to be with Joe and I hated my husband for having taken that wonderful pleasure from me. My body decided that if it couldn't fuck Joe then it didn't want to fuck anybody and each successive Wednesday reinforced that decision. Intellectually I still loved Tom a great deal and desperately wanted to make up for my adultery but I had no control over the reaction of my body. I did not deny Tom but I could not respond to him, it took all my concentration to stop myself from being completely stiff and actually flinching away - so it was a relief when he started to leave me alone. Neither of us had any desire to go out on the boat, so for weeks we coexisted, each isolated in our own zone of misery." Tom "After six weeks I was sunk in despondency. Joy and I walked about hardly speaking with her as depressed as I. Instead of making everything right, ending the affair had effectively ruined my life. While Joe was screwing my wife I enjoyed the best sex ever but since I stopped him sticking his large thing in her I wasn't getting any either. Not that Joy actually stopped me but it was more like necrophilia than making love and I soon stopped trying. Perhaps I should have realised the solution far earlier but, better late than never, it came as a flash of insight. At the office, during Paul's rare appearances we had been barely civil to each other but need to know made me adopt a friendlier tone to ask, "What exactly is this guy Joe like?" "He's a great guy," Paul enthused, relaxing in response to my overture. "There are not many as nice - Joy couldn't have found a better one to start with. I've watched him with Lisa loads of times and he's very impressive - she likes him a lot and he is a favourite with most of the wives on the circuit. A lot of the studs are arrogant sods but that doesn't bother my whore of a wife - she's more interested in what's between their legs than character references. In fact she's most turned on going with the kind of men I despise." He paused and then added, "Actually so am I - and that must make me a real sad act." I mulled over this conversation for most of that evening. Suddenly I came out of my reverie to find Joy looking quizzically in my direction. "Would you like to start seeing Joe again?" I heard myself asking before I had fully decided to say the words. My wife looked at me with both disbelief and joy on her face. "Can I ring him?" I nodded assent but as she passed my chair I caught her arm and said, "I want to meet him first." Joy didn't actually speak but I knew that she was agreeable to the condition. Then, as she neared the phone I added, "And when it happens I want to be there." This checked her stride and she half turned as if to say something but eagerness to speak to her lover won out. I got up and went into the kitchen to put the kettle on. It was not really time for a cup of tea but I wanted to give her some privacy. When I returned carrying two mugs, she was seated back in her chair. "Is the Vine Restaurant tomorrow night at nine o'clock all right with you? Joe says he will book the table." As soon as my hands were empty Joy was all over me smothering me with kisses. This progressed to wild sex on the settee and later to bed for an encore. Next day my wife took over two hours getting herself ready and I spent a great deal of time on my own appearance. I could not help reflecting on the perversity of taking so much trouble just to meet my wife's lover. Joe was already there and rose from his seat as we approached. On first sight I stumbled with shock - Joy had mentioned that he came from Italy but I had never considered that he might be black. A few paces from the table, Joy broke free from me and ran to him. The kiss was on the mouth was more than polite but still within the bounds of public behaviour when Joe moved his head away. My wife clung to him for a couple more seconds but then stepped away to say, "Tom this is Joe, Joe - my husband Tom." Joe extended his arm a wide smile on his face. His grasp was firm but his skin felt silkily smooth and had a kind of vibrancy to it. I should have hated this man but found myself immediately warming to him. "You are a very lucky man," I heard him say. During the meal we talked of other things - Joe told of the tribulations growing up as a black man in Italy and I spoke a bit about the business. It seemed strange having civilised conversation with the only man beside me to fuck my wife since we married - and a man who was set to start fucking her again. We had reached coffee without the subject of the meeting being broached, so on a whim I invited him back to the house. Joy sent me an 'Are you sure' look and I nodded. When the waiter came, I tried to pay the bill but Joe insisted on dealing with it himself. The moment that we were in the house Joy disappeared, I don't know where tp but Joe had obviously been waiting for such an opportunity. "I like married women but I have no intention of breaking up marriages, that's why I prefer it when everything is secret," he said. "I do the other scene too but it's not so straightforward. Some husbands love to watch because that's what they get out of it and a few join in, but not many. Others think that they can handle watching and then find that they can't so I am always very wary with first timers like you. I don't want embarrassment or grief, so if you insist on being present and are not sure of your emotions then I would rather back out of this right now." "I'm OK," I reassured him but already I had palpitations in my stomach. Joy reappeared to ask, "Aren't you going to make us a drink love?" I hastened to comply but when I turned away from the drinks cabinet, I was upset to see them already sitting side by side on the settee. We sat awkwardly making a big thing of sipping our drinks. Joe held himself as rigidly as I but Joy leaned her body against his. It was my wife who made the first move by reaching out and stroking the front of his trousers then, as soon as she felt him responding to her caress, she pulled down the zip and with some difficulty released his penis. During the confession, Joy had made no secret that he was big but I had not grasped how incredibly large. In a way the sheer size of that massive organ reduced my jealousy because there was just no competition. I could fully understand why she was attracted to him and the reason for his appeal meant no adverse reflection on me. The show was on the on the road but there was no easy path of progression. Conscious of this, after stroking his stiff cock for a few minutes, Joy jumped up saying, "I think we might be more comfortable upstairs. She led the way with me bringing up the rear. At the top of the stairs she stopped and asked me, "Should we use the spare bedroom?" but I told her it didn't matter. In the bedroom they started undressing each other in a fairly natural way and I wandered over to perch myself on the small seat in front of the dressing table. The sex was both impressive and undoubtedly erotic. That did not bother me quite as much as I thought it would but I was very upset at the obvious affection that she felt for him. After the first shag, without allowing him much time to recover, Joy slid off the side of the bed and bent over with her back towards me, using her mouth to urge his wilting prick into new life. At one point she twisted round, looked at me and indicated that I should join in if I wanted to. I declined. For a start I had no intention of exposing my once adequate cock to direct comparison with his monster but more pertinently, I was incapable of engaging in sex. I am not saying that I was not aroused to boiling point but my shamed organ had gone into persistent shrivelling mode. Her cries and words of passion tore me apart and when Joe made her cum, instead of being the supreme thrill that Paul promised, the look of sheer abandon on Joy's face made my eyes blur with tears. I stood it for as long as I could and then announced that I was going to get my head down for a couple of hours. l lay in the spare bed for a long time listening to sounds of their activity before getting to sleep but then did not wake until morning. Joe had gone and Joy was deep in the sleep of exhaustion. I got myself ready, had a quick breakfast and went to work. The moment that I stepped through the door that evening, Joy ran to me. "Joe said that you were lucky but I'm the lucky one," she told me between kisses. "I don't think that any woman in the world has got such a wonderful loving husband." I was given time to remove my jacket and then she said coyly, "I've cooked something really special but if you're not too hungry, I've got something even more special for you upstairs." I happily followed to collect my reward - a reward that made everything very much worthwhile. It was the next night that I told her, "In future you can see Joe by yourself. If you go to his place in the evening there is no need to hurry home if it is going to spoil the mood." Joy took me literally and from then on she stayed with him all night and I didn't see her again until I got home the following day. It didn't bother me because I got six nights of wonderful, wonderful sex six nights out of every week. There were times that the three of us went out to dinner and then returned to the house, but after some pleasantry I always took myself off to the boat to sleep. Speaking of the narrow boat, it gave Joy and I a lot of pleasure and there was one very pleasant weekend when we took Joe with us for a trip along the waterways. The pair of them did have time alone below decks while I navigated but overnight we all slept in separate bunks. You may gather that, despite the very unconventional situation, I was very, very happy." Joy "When we went back to the house from the restaurant I felt very uncomfortable. I knew that I had to have sex with Joe to establish the principle but it didn't seem right. Once we were in the bedroom it got better but it was still not easy. Both times at the barbecue, I had been able to blank Lisa and Paul from my mind but I was always conscious of Tom sitting there watching. I thought it might be better if he joined in so I tried to get him to slip it in me the way Paul did without asking but my poor husband obviously didn't want to. I knew that Tom hadn't enjoyed being a voyeur one little bit and I half expected him to tell me that he had made a mistake and I couldn't see Joe any more. Instead he went the other way and allowed me to stay all night with my lover once every week. Joe and I actually used to meet in the morning as we used to and so got almost twenty-four hours together. I started having the time of my life and Tom seemed amazingly contented. I had been going with Joe for just over six months when he told me that he couldn't see me any more. He was being chased for a paternity test so he intended to go abroad for at least a year and when he did return it would not be to my area. I was not heartbroken because in a way the affair had run its course. The sex had become rather mechanical and predictable with none of the early glorious spontaneity. It was still extremely good sex but I always arrived home afterwards feeling vaguely disappointed. We parted amicably with no regrets and thanking each other for the pleasure given. It is worth noting that despite his exceptional endowment and other talents, I had tired of Joe after a mere six months and yet could still get the hot's for my husband after twenty years. I told Tom the next night. With Joe off the scene, my plan was to make it up to my kind husband for his generous toleration of this aberration in our marriage but instead of being pleased he seemed almost upset by my news. He put his nose straight back in his book and seemed disinclined to talk about it." Tom "A psychologist might be able to understand this but I most certainly can't. Although I hated watching Joe screw my wife I got a great deal out of the same thing happening out of my sight and at a distance. They say that transcendental meditation can give heightened sensory perception and I got a very similar effect sitting alone and contemplating what my wife was doing with another man. In my solitary state I neither drank, read a book or watched television. While Joy was away there was a constant aching gripe in my guts but there was ample compensation in other pleasurable sensations. For a start I had to wear pyjamas because my permanent erection was too stiff to be comfortably contained within trousers. More mystifying, my hearing, taste and sense of smell were considerably enhanced, not to mention touch. In short I felt more alive than ever before and these considerable benefits tended to linger throughout the ensuing week. Joy I think that I looked forward to my wife's trysts with her lover even more than she did - so it was with a feeling of almost devastation that I heard it was all over." Joy "We had been sitting for two hours, at least pretending to read our books, without a single word being exchanged when I looked up to find Tom grinning happily at me. 'You can always find someone else,' he said."