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Kick it up a Notch

By: ExRoadWarrior



All these years later, I can still remember the words, the feelings, the arousal, and the things we did just like it all happened yesterday. Some days I want to change everything that happened, and even make the whole thing not happen, but other days ... well, I'm even now not so sure. For me, it all started with a single sentence from my wife. The words still echo in my head.

"I'd like to kick my friendship with John up a notch or two." 

Ann spoke so clearly and definitively that I knew she wasn't asking permission; she was informing me of the state of her thinking. I briefly wondered what she meant, but decided that there could be little doubt. My brain went into overdrive. How should I respond? What should I say?

Ann had started working with John when she changed jobs about six months earlier. She was a computer systems analyst specializing in logistics systems. At the time, males dominated the field and she said she loved the ratio of men to women at her work - basically Ann and thirty guys. She also enjoyed proving to the disbelieving males that she could be super-competent.

John worked on logistics systems with my wife. He'd come to dinner a few times and I liked him - a freewheeling six-foot, sandy red head, about a year older than Ann; a good looking guy who had been separated from his wife for a year and was in the midst of a divorce. He was the father of two boys near the same age as our two daughters - five and seven, who he'd recently brought by the house on a Saturday just so our kids could meet.

About that time, we learned about Maslow's levels of human need - simply put: the basics, safety, security, esteem, and self-actualization. Ann self-actualized every second of every day in the new job. She seemed invincible and indestructible, and it was going to her head a bit on some days. She'd just received a great review from her boss, unexpectedly been promoted, given an excellent raise, and given more significant responsibilities. While that happened at work, she also told me she was fully into being Super-Mom with our two kids and Super-Wife to me. 

Ann was a knock out too. She was trim, even after having our two kids, and was nicely endowed upstairs. She was a simple gal and seldom used make-up; she didn't have to - her skin was like peaches and cream. She did wear glasses, and depending on the pair she wore, she might look like a nerd or a fashion model. Ann stood five-feet six-inches with raven dark hair that had a natural luster to it. At the time, her hair was shoulder length.

Ann's main strength was her brain. She was a genius - like me. She loved analytics and solving tough problems. She could work through the intricacies of a difficult problem and find really clever and novel ways to solve them - whether at home or at work, and then turn the results into creative and efficient computer code if need be. Plus, she had a sense of humor and she loved me.

The one trait that was her greatest strength and her weakness was her intensity. When she got into something, she loved it, worked it, and slaved over it on a nearly 24/7 basis with mental intensity that made problems and people wither until a solution had been found or her will prevailed. If she wanted something or adopted a new hobby or pastime, she was consumed by it, and wild horses couldn't divert her from what she wanted to do.

Then John came on the scene! Ann and John both had birthdays early in the year and had started teasing each other about who was older and more decrepit, even though we were all in our early thirties and very fit. They started sharing lunches together and over the summer in the northeast they started to take long walks and have long talks together. I thought nothing of it.

So we got to that one day in late summer when Ann asked me what my sexual fantasies were. At the time we were influenced by several books we'd read about polyamorous relationships and threesomes. Several of the books presented a wonderful and peaceful family setting involving multiple men and women that all loved each other - and had frequent sex with each other, including in group settings. The books were a rush and so, I said, "If I have a fantasy, it would be to live in a setting like the books we've been reading portray." I laughed at how ridiculous the idea of ever living like that was.

Of course, I asked her what her fantasies were. After mentioning that she also liked the books we'd read and their themes, she stated she'd like to kick her friendship with John up a notch or two. Her statement was in the same context as talking about our fantasies; only I didn't think she was thinking of a fantasy.

I asked what that meant, and she said they had briefly kissed during a couple of lunches when they'd driven somewhere nice to eat their sandwiches, and she was intrigued about where it might lead if she let it go further. 

Now, I had rarely been able to say 'No' to Ann about anything she wanted. Part of my attitude was not to become the subject of her driving intensity until she got her way, and another part was that I needed time to think about whatever the situation was, particularly this one. As a systems engineer and technical manager I rarely made snap decisions. 

Ann had a compelling way of arguing for what she wanted, so compelling that I often felt like a pushover; but then I hadn't had time to think about things. Moreover, she didn't ask permission, as much as inform me about what she wanted to do about John. These were not just her fantasies; this was a real emergent situation - an affair in the making.

What I did do was express my reservations about her idea, particularly about how it would impact our relationship and marriage. She assured me that she loved me and that nothing would change that - even if things 'got heated' with John. Besides, she said, we could create our own loving intentional family. Now I was left wondering what 'got heated' meant too.

She also argued that I hadn't exactly been paying a lot of attention to her, and John had. So, I'd be off the hook for paying attention to her; she knew he could fill that void for her. I could spend time in my man cave (my home office), without her bugging me for some quality time quite so much. I countered that I needed that time to worry family finances, keep up with reading for my job, and just to have some alone down time that I didn't get anywhere else. I also spent considerable time with the kids that apparently didn't count in her ledger column. I also said I'd be willing to arrange things so I could pay more attention to her, but the comment was ignored. Wiser now, we should have gone into counseling instead of starting a secondary relationship. I guess part of me worried about becoming the secondary relationship with John as the primary one.

While we had this rational talk sitting next to each other in the living room, part of my mind was screaming, 'NO, NO. THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING.' I felt as though Ann had driven a knife through my heart, twisted it, and then ripped my chest apart. I had so much adrenalin pumping through my system; one might have thought I'd had a sudden near-death experience. I had.

In the twelve years we'd been married, and the two years before while we dated, I'd never had occasion to feel jealous of anyone for Ann's affections. I'd been her first lover, and I thought we'd been totally devoted to each other for those years right up until her 'kick it up a notch' statement, coupled with the statement that she'd kissed John, obviously in a romantic way. Holy shit, my life was falling apart.

I worried about my inadequacies as a husband and lover. Had I done something so bad that this emerging situation was the result? Was I that bad a lover that she wanted to replace me?

In hindsight, in that instant of her 'kick it up a notch' statement, everything changed forever. 

Someone might think I wimped out by not going ballistic and threatening divorce - following the principles of the BTB Crowd - Burn the Bitch. I wasn't a wimp, in part because the idea of her doing something with John - even the kissing, also aroused me. I felt the complex and confusing emotions of approach-avoidance, lack-plenty, and stability-change in the situation, and I wanted all of them simultaneously. I just wished things were going a little slower. My brain had started racing at speed Warp 8. I wanted to maximize what I wanted to have happen, but things were happening so fast and the landscape was suddenly so new, I wasn't sure what I wanted. I wanted to slow things down so I could think and reason things out.

I had never strayed or even thought about it. One part was the lack of opportunity in my job as an engineer in a near all-male work environment. That said, I seldom even looked at other women in lust except in magazines. I felt a new freedom to start to look around. If Ann was, then I could.

Sure, the initial enthusiasm of our marriage had moderated over time, but I thought we were average and from what I've learned since, we were. I wasn't the most attentive husband according to her, but I was a good provider and thought-partner. I was content to keep my own company, thus, I had my man-cave in the basement. A workshop and desk space where I could go off in the evening and do projects, not to purposefully ignore Ann, but just to be alone for awhile after a busy day at work.

When I wasn't in my man cave, I usually played with our two kids. We had a lot of fun particularly in the evenings after work. I'd get the kids dancing around the living room wildly to music with a strong rock and roll beat. I'd read them stories or better yet tell them ghost stories that always had a happy ending, but that sometimes kept them awake at night. Summer evenings we'd often go get ice cream at a stand just outside the neighborhood. There were also a couple of playgrounds nearby. I did a lot more than my share with the kids in part because Ann would be tired from work, and I was over-compensating for my own father who spent almost no time with me growing up.

As my gut wrenched and twisted based on Ann's statements, and as I thought about what a marriage really consisted of, Ann turned on the charm and became very affectionate. I was a sucker when she took the lead in our lovemaking, and that day was no exception.

While all those gut-wrenching feelings were going on, nearly making me barf because of the sudden tension in my gut, another part of me was going wild with arousal. I wondered what watching Ann make love to someone else would be like. I wondered if I'd even get the opportunity or whether she'd just do her thing alone.

Later, I thought I had been really dumb about the progress of their relationship when Ann told me about kicking it up a notch. I wondered just how far she and John had actually gone if she was willing to admit they'd already kissed. Had they already fucked? Was her admitting to some kisses just softening the ground, and if so, for what? Ann often told me about things she'd done after the fact, and I felt this was one of those times, although I never said anything about it to her.

The following Wednesday evening I got home late, but just in time to put the kids to bed with a couple of stories. I gulped down dinner, and then Ann and I sat outside in our screened in porch having a glass of wine.

After a mellow silence, Ann said quietly, "I had a long lunch with John today." She paused to let that sink in. "We made out for a bit."

"Tell me more," I muttered in a neutral tone, wondering again just what was happening to my marriage and my relationship with Ann. While those dark thoughts raced through my head, I felt an overwhelming sense of arousal again. The overwhelming feeling was that I wanted to cry. What did 'make out' consist of, and would I believe her when she told me?

Ann said with some degree of enthusiasm, "We took some sandwiches and drinks up to the reservoir and parked off the dirt road looking out over the water. No one was around. After lunch, I had a crumb or something on my face. John leaned over to wipe it off, but then decided to lick it off in a sensual way. I thought he was leaning in for a kiss, so I leaned into him. Our mouths joined and we kissed and then French kissed with tongues enjoying the sensation of finding new areas to explore. It was hot."

"We made out for quite a while and then John started stroking my arms and neck, and then the area between my belt and bra. You know I go crazy when you do that. Well, I was going crazy when he did it too, and I really wanted him to stroke my breasts. So finally, I grabbed his hand and put it atop one breast - outside my clothing. We continued to make out and pet until another car parked near us. At that point we decided we needed to get back to work, so we stopped making out, took deep breaths, adjusted ourselves and headed to work."

By the time she finished telling me her story, we were both panting with desire. It seemed like a good time to leave the porch for softer and more private quarters.

We chugged out wine, went upstairs, locked the bedroom door and I slowly stripped Ann of every piece of clothing she was wearing, carefully licking in a sensuous way each new area of exposed skin that appeared. By the time she was nude, she was pleading with me to make love to her. Instead, I moved into the last area I had yet to pay homage to. I then spent about a quarter hour making passionate love to her lovely pussy, with occasional forays back up her front to her breasts, neck and lips. Most of the time she had her legs over my shoulders and was stroking my head, occasionally pushing me into her cunt lips with great force.

Ann reached a point where she was popping off small orgasms every few seconds. If you'd focused on the sounds emanating from our house that night, you would have heard a series of moans interspersed by little shrieks of joy and ecstasy. 

Eventually, I could wait no longer. I lay down next to her and pulled her over on top of me. We both loved the cowgirl position since I could make love to her breasts even while deeply inserted into her and she ground her cunt into me. Tonight was no exception. She straddled me and sank down the full length of my cock in one swift movement. She then started to ride me for all she was worth. She was unusually eager to fuck. Her moans and little shrieks continued, particularly while I sucked on her beautiful breasts. Finally, in one rapid series of strokes initiated by the two of us we both came with more shrieks of abandon and enjoyment. We cuddled on our sides with me still buried in her cunt as we caught our breath, still kissing and licking each other. We'd worked up a bit of a sweat and both felt slick and rosy.

After cleaning each other up with the washcloths we kept in the bedside table, we put on shorts and tee shirts and went back downstairs to have some more wine. We sat outside in the dark again. 

After a long and thoughtful quiet, Ann said, "I invited John and a friend of his, Carol, to come over Friday night. John thought you and Carol might hit it off, and I think he meant sexually." She paused and added, "Based on what happened this afternoon, I know John would like to continue. I don't know about Carol. I only met her once, briefly, when she came by to meet him for cocktails. I'm sure they've been fuck buddies, but I don't know their present status. Maybe I'll find out tomorrow."

I speculated aloud, "And she'd be my fuck buddy while you fuck John?" Just saying the words made me cringe on one side of my body, as I got major arousal on the other side. I hadn't been with anybody else since Ann and I got serious about each other about fourteen years earlier.

"I think that's what John was thinking. She's nice - bit tits." She gestured with both hands as though grabbing ahold of her own huge breasts. Ann had a perfect handful of tit flesh, and I loved to paw at them at every opportunity. I noticed that Ann conveniently didn't return to my speculations.

As we continued to talk, we both got worked up again. I knelt in front of Ann and pulled her t-shirt up so I could reach her bare pussy. I again started licking her clitoris with the very tip of my tongue. She was still so sensitive from our earlier session that she immediately started to moan and make little high-pitched squeaks as I administered to her. After only a minute or two of this she pulled me up and over to the patio couch. She yanked down my boxers and went down on my cock - completely. I'd never had her deep throat me before, so this was a first. 

Of course, my Machiavellian brain raised the question, 'Has she already done this to John?' 'Where did she learn to deep throat?' 'How long had they been fucking?' I realized I'd been making huge mental leaps on no information other than my gut, and I knew from past experience that I couldn't always trust those instincts.

Those questions gave rise to still others, as I started to wonder just how far they'd actually gone when they were parked and 'making out.' I created a mental movie of Ann mounted on John's cock in his car as they fucked their lunch hour away. At that instant I was more aroused than worried.

Ann pumped my cock into her mouth and throat until I signaled to her that she should come up and couple with me. She stood, shed her wet undies, straddled me and sank down on my cock for a second time that evening - a rare event. We both removed our shirts and the kissing, licking and sucking started again. This time we were more focused on the result, so in only a couple of minutes we both came with eye-popping orgasms. If the neighbors had been able to look through the trees to our dark porch, oh what a show they would have seen. We continued to cuddle on the couch until we both admitted that sleep would be a lovely way to top off our evening. Although drippy, we uncoupled, picked up our clothing, and both walked naked through the house and up to bed for the night.

I went to work the next day, but it was all I could do to concentrate on a new job I'd just gotten in my promotion - engineering manager with a wide scope across multiple divisions. My boss' secretary noticed that I was unusually edgy, but when she asked what was wrong all I could do was just roll my eyes. She correctly guessed it had something to do with my home situation. Over the coming months, I'd roll my eyes a lot because I'd be edgy a lot.

Unfortunately, I had no one to whom I could turn to discuss what I was feeling or to get ideas about what I should or shouldn't be doing in the emerging situation. Normally, when I had a tough situation facing me I could talk with Ann, but now she was at the core of the problem I faced - and I already knew she was biased. She wanted to do more with John, and from the increasingly frequent looks on her face most likely fucking his headlights out, if she hadn't already.

I didn't know it at the time, but this was another turning point in our marriage. After this situation started, I cut way back on expressing my emotions and concerns to Ann. We'd talk about work, but not about how I was feeling about our relationship or even other people. 

I realized I had no idea what Ann really did most of the day from when I left the house at seven a.m. until I got home, usually about six or seven p.m. She did bring home a nice paycheck, but I started to have little fantasies of Ann and John fucking before they went to work, at lunch, and then before the kids got home from school and day care. Sometimes the fantasies were arousing. Sometimes, even with the same fantasies, they were so heartbreaking I felt a colossal depression about where my marriage and life would end up. There were many times I steeled myself for an inevitable separation.

Ann and I had grown up both only children. We were fiercely independent, and on many occasions 'loners.' I think she had more self-confidence than I did at that point. She'd been an honor student in school, and an outstanding college student as well, mainly because of the intense focus she gave whatever it was she wanted, such as an 'A' in a course. I felt confident at work, but had never felt assured and esteemed in my relations with people; well, with anybody but Ann up to this point, and now I was worried about the two of us.


Kick it up a Notch Ch. 02



We retrieved our two kids from Ann's parents late Saturday morning and to their delight took them to McD's for lunch, and then dropped Patty off at a friend's birthday party. We took Meghan to the playground and then a store for a new toy to make up for the deprivations of not having been invited to the party for older kids. Late in the day I mowed the grass and scrubbed mold off the north side of the house.

Things seemed normal, but in my head they were far from normal. Truth be told, after an hour's sleep the night before, I woke up and relived every second of the evening with John and Carol over and over, particularly the part where I watched John sink his cock into Ann. I could recall every nuance of the monumental event. The experience was mind-blowing in so many ways.

During the day, Ann and I kept looking at each other, without saying a word or acknowledging what had gone on the night before. I was hyper aware of her. I think we both wanted to see if the other had changed; that, plus neither of us wanted to start a long discussion with either of the children around.

My brain and mind kept tumbling between nearly orgasmic arousal and epic depression and fear about the dissolution of my marriage and family. My thoughts were irrational and jumbled. Even in the clear light of day I kept replaying each scene from the night before as we started to get into the undressing and sex, each time with a different resultant set of emotions from elation to melancholy, and everything in between!

I replayed the looks on Ann's face as she kissed John with their tongues twirling together in mid air, as he sucked on her breasts, as he shoved his cock into her vagina for the first time, how they moved as he pumped his shaft into her, how her breasts shook, the ripple of the muscles on John's back, and lastly as they had their shared orgasms. Beyond a doubt, she was in love with him. Where did that put me? How would I now react? What kind of a future would we now have together, if any? Was my time with her now limited before a not too subtle suggestion that we live apart? Where would I live if we separated? Would I ever find someone else to love? Could I ever trust anyone else enough to love them?

I'd been raised to think you could only love one person, but as Ann pointed out and as some of the books we'd read discussed, we loved our two children and each other. So I could love multiple people, but then there was the sex and what that implied about the kind of love and the extent of the love. I argued back and forth with myself about the differences between love with sex and lust. As I worked on the lawn and house I found myself talking aloud part of the time.

After dinner, we did the kids' baths and bedtime stories, tucked them in and then went downstairs to have our usual glass of after-dinner wine. We went out on the screened in porch.

Ann snuggled up against me, smiled, and immediately asked, "Are you OK ... with what happened last night?"

I took a long time to answer. "I'll be honest with you; I've replayed it over and over again all day long - and even last night after I woke up after a short nap. The mixed emotions I expected are all there - grief and anger over the loss of our exclusivity, but ecstasy and arousal over the sex. Would I do last night again? Probably. God, I don't know. If I could re-do the past couple of weeks, would I? Probably not. My mind is really a mess right now."

"Thank you for being honest."

"You love John, don't you?"

"Yeah, probably. I have strong feelings for him ... but I have stronger feelings for you, stronger after last night because you are letting me experiment and self-actualize in a unique way. I know very few husbands out there would let their wives do what I've done in the past week or so, especially last night."

I asked, "What will you and John do for lunches now, come back here and fuck or make love or whatever you want to call it?" My voice was not sarcastic or angry; just neutral and full of curiosity.

Ann thought, "No. We won't come here unless you're here. I don't want to start arriving at the house for 'nooners' because he'd expect that everyday and I don't want to have to turn him down. Several of our good friends are neighbors and don't work, so the unusual presence of a car in our driveway at mid-day would attract attention and raise questions."

I chuckled but appreciated her stance; I told her so. I followed up, "If the two of you go to the reservoir again - or somewhere else - just be sure to tell me about it later. I'm not sure how I'll feel - probably aroused, and I'll probably want to make love to you, but it'll scramble my brain too. I'll be thinking of you two together every lunch hour from now on." I didn't realize it at that moment but I had just given Ann carte blanche to fuck her brains out or whatever else came to mind any time she wanted. 

"Thank you ... and I'd like that too. It's important that we talk a lot while all this is going on." She raised her eyebrows and said that she wouldn't consider the reservoir because there were too many people in the parking area around at mid-day, but that maybe there were other ideas. She also said, "I also don't fancy sitting around work in the afternoons reeking of sex with fresh cum from a hot cock dripping out of my cunt - yours or his, so it's more likely that you'll find us back here in the evenings now and then. I hope that's all right; I'd want you to join in too - and Carol if she can be here."

Ann normally didn't use such crude and graphic language as her 'reeking of sex with fresh cum from a hot cock dripping out of my cunt,' but when she did, I realized she was loosening up and maybe even teasing me. She was clearly oversexed about this situation, and I figured I would be one of the beneficiaries of her moods - along with John. The only time I'd felt as though I got enough sex with Ann was when we were engaged and able to be alone, or on our honeymoon.

We made love later, and even as I penetrated her and shot my sperm into her, I could still imagine John's cock penetrating her quim, or see her bouncing up and down on top of his prone form as he fondled her breasts and sucked on them. Then there was all the kissing and romantic moves between them. The situation was arousing. We had sex twice. Sunday we repeated things, except we had sex four times during the day and evening. We were having sex almost as much as we did when we first started dating.

Monday was a stellar day for me. I went into work feeling like I'd lost my virginity over the weekend but still with bouts of angst over what Ann might be doing with John at that instant. I had a vivid imagination.

My new boss, a really big wheel in the company, deigned to come down to my lowly office from the executive suite. He looked around at my cramped cubicle and said, "I want you to move all your stuff upstairs to the office next to mine. I want to be able to walk out my office into yours when something important is underway. Please do it today."

I called Ann to tell her I was moving into an office on rug row - the executive suite. She was out (doing what, I wondered), but I left a message and told her my news in a happy and elated voice. I told her I'd be home at the usual time. I spent the rest of the day happily packing up cardboard boxes of desk memorabilia and bookcase materials, and dumping the remaining pieces of the projects I had been doing onto others in my old unit. I'd moved upstairs by the end of the day.

I left work early. It would practically be the last day I'd leave work early or even on time for the rest of my career. I pulled into the driveway at the same time that Ann did. She had both kids in the car. She hopped out of her car and came over and gave me a huge hug and congratulatory kisses about my new job and my newer office in the executive suite. The kids didn't quite understand the joy, but knew that something special and nice had happened to Daddy. They were screaming and yelling and we were all celebrating my joy and dancing around in the driveway. The only part of the whole episode they seemed to understand was that Daddy now had a carpet in his office and a great view of the city out his office window.

A few minutes later John and Carol arrived in two separate cars. John had a bottle of champagne in one hand and bottle of fine wine in the other. He bolted over and also gave me a congratulatory bear hug. Carol held back a little. As we were all walking inside, she pulled me back for a moment. We were just inside the garage and the kids were inside the house when she approached me in a vampish way and wrapped her lithe and sensual body around mine, even hooking a leg behind one of mine to pull me closer to her. She had her tongue deep in my mouth in seconds and left no part of my body unloved in a full-press long kiss that she slowly delivered. At the end of the kiss, she bit my ear lobe and ran her tongue around inside my ear. She whispered, "Congratulations, Mr. Executive," in a very husky Marilyn Monroe kind of voice; "we're here to help you celebrate and to fuck your brains out." Whew! My temperature had just passed the boiling point. Steam must have been blowing out the top of my head.

A few moments later in the kitchen while Ann and I worked on dinner, I told my story about moving 'upstairs' and enjoyed the great repartee of good friends. We decided to anoint the occasion with several pepperoni pizzas and a salad, as well as the wine and champagne John had brought. At one point John and Carol secreted away only to return with a hastily wrapped present that they had bought. I unwrapped an executive looking pen set on a marble base containing a brass plate with my name - a set truly befitting of only an executive's new highly polished wooden desk like my new one. More hugs and cheers continued. We were jubilant.

I was proud of the new job and the status symbol of the new office, although I knew deep down that the latter was superficial. The job had been highly competitive, and I had beat out about twenty others who were also qualified to get the position. My new boss told me it was not only my initiative, but also my softer approach to people and how I was so well liked around the place that swayed his choice. He specifically cited my non-confrontational nature, my behavior to always seek a win-win solution to issues, and my devotion to never saying 'No' to requests for help. He also liked that I'd gotten a little 'edgy' recently. I learned some things about myself from him that I never realized when he told me why I'd been selected. I also didn't tell him why I'd recently become a little 'edgy.'

After dinner clean-up and some bedtime stories for the kids, the four of us went out on the porch. John and Ann sat on the couch and Carol snuggled up on my lap in one of the big overstuffed all-weather chairs. We continued to talk about the future and what the promotion would mean in terms of work and responsibilities. I would have to travel now - mostly weekly overnight trips to Washington, but that was to be expected in my line of work. 

As darkness fell, we only had the incidental light from inside the house lighting the porch. Carol started tonguing and blowing in my ear - or I in hers or along her neck. We were teasing and stroking each other, and sometimes with my arm around her I could caress and tease one of Carol's breasts. 

I also watched as John's hands shifted from holding to smoothing to rubbing, and shifted from neutral areas to breasts to thighs and then boldly reaching up Ann's skirt to finger her pussy. I know he did because Ann closed her eyes and moaned as he thrust his fingers into her the first time. I was also following his example on Carol. Both women were softly mewling.

Carol stood up suddenly. She looked straight at me and announced, "I want you to make love to me - now!"  She removed her belt, reached behind her and unzipped the shift dress she had on, and then let it slither down her body to the floor. In a second gesture she unsnapped her bra and dropped that too, and then pushed her thong down her legs far enough for gravity to take over. She ended completely nude, hands raised above her head, except for her three-inch heels (which she had put back on a few moments earlier). What a sexy pose. I went rigid in seconds and I saw that she had John and Ann's undivided attention too.

When Carol's strip ended, I saw that Ann and John were also shedding clothing. I knew where this was heading. I smiled.

Carol approached me in the big chair and slowly removed my shirt - licking and kissing each new area of my chest as it became exposed. She undid my belt and zipper and pulled my slacks down. I arched my body to free them from where I was sitting. She pulled both slacks and my briefs at the same time. I was the last of the group to become naked.

Carol ran her tongue down my chest again and then down my legs to my knees, and then back up the inside of my thighs. This time she traveled a different path that led straight to my stiffening member. She engulfed it in one swallow and pushed the head all the way to the back of her throat and beyond. Her lips touched my body. I almost came on that one lunge of her head. She started making back and forth sweeping motions, taking me all the way to the back of her throat with each forward motion. 

Through squinted eyes I could see Ann blowing John, but at the same time watching what Carol was doing to me. A few minutes later, I was lying back with my eyes closed, Carol hesitated, but then restarted. Something was different. I opened my eyes and Ann was between my legs giving me a blowjob as Carol duplicated the moves she'd just made on me on John. Ann gave me the deep throat treatment, and looked pleased. I about came. Oh, God, how horny can one man get. I just got world-class blowjobs from my wife and another woman within seconds. Ann had never done a deep throat on me before that moment.

After a couple of minutes, Ann came up and kissed me. She whispered, "I love you ... and you taste good too." She came near my ear and whispered even more softly, "Much better than John."

On that note she crossed over the small space between us and went back to John, as Carol came back to me, her engorged breasts shimmying as she moved. I thought it must be fun to have large breasts. Carol could even suck on her own nipples. How arousing to watch.

Carol pumped me back and forth into her mouth and throat. I finally reached down and held her still. She understood the signal and slowly backed up until my rigid cock floated free in the cool night air. She lightly blew on it and licked just the head with the tip of her tongue. Then she did something that I'll never forget. She pulled her long brunette hair around in front of her body, briefly covering up her breasts in the process. She got down near my cock and proceeded to wrap her hair around it with her hand outside the sandwich holding the hair in place. She then proceeded to lick and suck only the head inside her mouth in a very sensual and erotic way. She stroked me up and down with her hair around my cock while tonguing my mushroomed head.

I warned her, "Carol, you do that much longer and you're going to make something happen. I'm very close."

Carol whispered a few dirty words to me. "Come on, Lover. Cum. Cum all over my face, but mostly cum in my hair. I want you to give me a cum shampoo with cum conditioner. I want to wear your cum. I want to wash in it. I want to eat it and taste it and feel it all over me and suck it down. Cum." She unwrapped me for a second, deep throated me again, but then pulled me out and did me with her hair again as she talked dirty some more.

I couldn't hold back any longer. I came in buckets blowing my load first into Carol's mouth and on her face, but then she just held her mouth open and let my jets of cum drip back down onto my cock and onto her long hair. She kept massaging my cock as the last surges of semen splattered across her face and hair, and finally slowed to a dribble around the hair she'd wrapped around my cock. The locks of her hair were covered in cum, aided by the fact that she had spread the deposits as much as she could further up onto her head from her face. She kept licking and sucking, and then used her hair to wipe the cum off her face. I kept twitching uncontrollably as she did this. I was hypersensitive.

She unraveled her hair and fluffed it out into her hallmark long dark strands that hung over her engorged breasts. Areas that shined with dampness in the dim light or areas with white droplets punctuated the locks. I was truly speechless. 

She laughed and pulled me up into a tight embrace beside her. We looked over at Ann and John who had been watching Carol's performance - the blowjob of all blowjobs. Ann said aloud, "Whew - don't expect that from me unless you get another promotion." We all laughed. Ann rose up and impaled herself on John's stiff cock. She was facing towards us, reverse cowgirl; her back was to John's front. The sight of his cock slowly slipping into her pussy, and then the thrusts as they began to fuck mesmerized me.

Carol dropped to her knees in front of Ann and started to lick Ann's pussy and clitoris as John's cock slowly pistoned in and out of her body. Ann grabbed Carol's head and held it in position at one point as Carol's tongue darted around her labia and clit. Suddenly, her back arched and Ann's first orgasm hit, obviously aided by Carol.

As she came, Ann was staring at me. She had locked her eyes with mine. She said, "Jim, can you see John's cock inside me - moving into me - fucking me. You know in a minute he's going to fill my pussy with his cum, and you can watch it leak out. Do you think this is sexy and erotic? Don't you like watching me get fucked by another man?"

I numbly nodded as I watched the trio.

John held his position for a moment while Ann's pussy spasmed in orgasm around his cock, and then he restarted his pumping motion. Being on top, Ann then restarted rising and falling the seven plus inches up and down his cock in broad sweeping motions. I studied their motions and how his cock slipped in and out of her, and how the little flaps of skin around the opening of her vagina went in and out with his cock. 

The slapping sound of a good fuck echoed in the room. John held Ann's hips and started to accelerate their fuck. In another minute, the two of them were panting, sweating, and rapidly approaching a crescendo. Both bodies glowed with the sweat of serious effort to reach a goal, and then suddenly they both froze in position in the paroxysms of their orgasms. Carol remained on her knees in front of the two, her tongue occasionally tracing one part of the coupling or another. I watched the entire scene as I hardened again. Except for John's initial penetration of Ann, this had to be the hottest sex I had ever seen.

After their orgasms, Ann was leaking cum, and Carol was lapping it up. She'd capture a big dollop of cum, spit it into her hand, and then smear it into her hair. John and I both remained harder than steel at the lewd act.

When there was no more cum to be found on John's cock or leaking from Ann's pussy, Carol stood and pulled Ann from atop John's body. She hugged her and then grabbed my hand and Ann's and pulled us out the screen door into the back yard. She ran over to the side of the house and turned on the lawn sprinkler. As John joined us we all began a frolic in the chilly water from the circulating water that was going everywhere. I finished giving Carol her cum shampoo, rubbing the cum she'd amassed into her hair, and then rinsing it out. We kissed a lot too. We ended up soaking wet as well as cooled down on the hot night; plus, we were all clean and horny again. We regained the sanctity of the porch away from the bugs as Ann went and got robes and towels for everyone.




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By the time we were dry, everyone pleaded a workday the next day. John and Carol got dressed again; Ann and I put on our robes, did goodbye hugs and kisses, and then John and Carol left. 

After their cars disappeared, Ann planted a huge kiss on my lips. "I want to get fucked by the newest executive in the neighborhood."

I thought a minute and said, "You mean Miller or Schultz down the street, or Henderson over behind us?"

I was told those were bad guesses. I made some other suggestions as to whom she wanted to fuck, but my guesses were again wrong. She corrected my errant ways up in our bedroom.

I said, "You plan on taking advantage of me because I'm madly in love with you and your body."

"Right, and you'd better not change that opinion in any way," Ann said as she kissed me again. 

She started to mount me, and just before we coupled a large dollop of John's cum dripped out of her pussy and onto my groin. Ann said, "Ooops. Sorry. I hope you don't mind sloppy seconds."

I ignored the splatter of cum as best I could. I told her, "I don't mind being in any order, so long as I always get to make love to you - particularly at the end of our nights like this. This is important to me."

"Me too," Ann panted as she sank down on me. She whispered, "Oh, God, I love you. Fuck me!"

With Ann on top, facing me, I sucked on her well-loved breasts and nipples until they stood out and could sensually trace patterns on my chest - which she did. She told me she was spelling out something and I had to guess what it was. I was deep in her body, just shy of my last orgasm for the night, when I figured out that she had spelled "I love you." We went to sleep locked together.





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I could sense that Ann had become a cock-hound. In those moments, she really couldn't get enough cock in her body.

John lay beside us, stroking his cock and occasionally reaching over and stroking Ann in some erotic place or another such as her breasts. At one point, he leaned over her and kissed her deeply as she rode me. She pulled him to a standing position and pulled his cock into her mouth and started sucking. How erotic watching her suck him while riding me. Watching that I lost control and blew my load deep into her, pumping an unusually large load atop John's cum. Ann seemed to cum too because I felt her flood the area with her girl juice, plus she moaned the way she usually does when she climaxes. She was now awash in cum and it started to drip from her pussy down over my hard cock that was still resident in her warm home.

By this time, John was moving his hips so his cock moved in and out of Ann's mouth in small motions. She held onto the base and was masturbating him by hand as she sucked. I remained implanted in her cunt - pumping slowly to try to find a little stimulation in that moist region.

I looked up and caught John's eye, "John, man. Fuck that slut's mouth. Fill it with your cum. She needs cocks and cum and now she has both inside her. Cum in buckets in her mouth the same way we've both cum in her cunt. Hold her head so she has to swallow your cum. Feel that tongue on your cock. Love that feeling. Cum in her mouth now!"

I kept up my dirty talk to him as she sucked him deeper into her mouth and throat. Some of my remarks were aimed at Ann too, talking about how she had captured two of the world's finest cocks and now she wanted every drop of our white semen. Finally, John groaned and announced his orgasm. Ann pulled back from him, but only slightly. I watched his ejaculate shoot across an inch or two from the tip of his glistening cock into her mouth. She let her mouth fill, allowed some to spill down onto her breasts, and then swallowed with a seductive smile to both of us. 

"A girl could get used to this kind of treatment," she offered. 

John collapsed back down on the fur spread with a huge sigh. "A guy could too," he said. I agreed. 

Ann rolled off me onto her back and told me I had to go and get washcloths from the linen closet in the bathroom. I dashed out of the room and returned in a minute with towels and hot washcloths for each of us. We scrubbed up. Ann held the cloth to her crotch and disappeared into the bathroom to deposit the excess cum in her pussy as best she could. When she returned she had her robe back on to indicate that our sex party was over for the evening. John dressed and I slipped my shorts back on. They kissed goodnight and John drove away a few minutes later. Ann and I headed to bed after cleaning up the media room.

Upstairs Ann pushed me onto the bed and started to pull my pants down. "I'm not finished with you yet," she said. She inhaled my flaccid penis and started to masturbate the part of my unit that wasn't in her mouth. Thinking of all we'd just done downstairs not to mention her immediate work on my dick, I hardened - at least sufficiently for her to remount me and start a nice slow and loving fuck. 

We described our love for each other and then moved to pointing out highlights and remembrances of the night and the week to each other. This accelerated both our libidos and soon our pace had picked up. I lasted longer than usual and we both had exceptional orgasms - mine had lots of stars and lights. We cuddled as we went to sleep.

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I had an overnight in Washington the following week visiting some of my company's clients who were on the Beltway. I stayed over at the Marriott in Rosslyn. I didn't sleep much imagining what Ann and John were doing. Before I left she told me she'd invite him to dinner, and I knew that was code for 'I'm inviting him to dinner, and to stay until after the kids are asleep so we can fuck and fuck and fuck until the wee hours.'

I had a panic attack that night in the hotel. I'd never had one before, but I'd read about them. My heart raced, I was shaking, my chest felt tight, I was nauseous, and I felt like I was seriously losing control of my life. At first I thought I was having a heart attack, but as things continued I dismissed that idea: I was a strong runner, recently had an EKG that showed my heart would last another two hundred years, and some of the key symptoms were missing.

When I first thought I was having the heart attack, I thought I'd just quietly die and leave Ann for John. She'd at least be taken care of between having a loving boyfriend and all the insurance money she'd get.

Finally, I deduced I was having a panic attack. I knew why, but I couldn't seem to do anything about it. I cried wildly into my pillow for two hours, and then I fell asleep, only to awaken a half hour later and repeat the process. I mitigated things a little when at four a.m. I went to the hotel gym and did a light workout for an hour. After that I showered and got a couple of hours of sleep before I had to get up and go to work.

I felt better going to work. I could suppress my worries about Ann, our marriage, losing the kids, and seeing life, as I know it, crumble around me. I spent the morning with one company, and the afternoon with another.

In the afternoon meeting there was a pretty woman, younger than me, who had been assigned to the project we were working on. I felt a resonance with her, and from her smile and warm handshake as I left I felt that she liked me too. Her name was Karen. I nursed a fantasy during the afternoon about the two of us having an affair, and me becoming happy with her and not caring about what Ann did. It was the first time I'd had the thought about 'not caring' about Ann, and possibly finding 'someone else' on my own.

I got home that night about eight o'clock, just in time to tuck the kids in. While I'd pepped myself up for work, I'd seriously deflated after my workday ended and I had to do the airport routine. I slid back into my depression and the angst about my relationship with Ann, and her growing relationship with John.

I tried to hide my feelings from Ann, but she ferretted out that I was 'down,' and tried to cheer me up. She did reveal what she and John had done the night before - basically exactly what I expected. Knowing for sure seemed to not make any difference one way or the other about what I was feeling.

I didn't sleep well that night, but I recovered a little the next day. What with the hectic schedule at work, and a dozen important pieces of correspondence to prepare before I left work, I was a busy beaver; too busy to think about my own life or the shambles my brain was turning into.

John and Ann were enjoying wine in the kitchen when I got home. I sort of ignored them and went for the kids, helping them take baths, get into PJs, brush teeth, and then bed down with stories and some chitchat. I went downstairs after they seemed to turnover and go to sleep.

Ann had saved me some dinner, which I ate cold. I was in a mood for self-punishment and self-flagellation. I did try to put on a false front and cheer up a little, but I knew I was feeling the residual effects from my panic attack only twenty-four hours earlier.

After dinner I went upstairs to change out of the rest of my business suit. When I came back Ann and John had the fuzzy bedspread laid out, and they were in the middle of it nude and in a sixty-nine - Ann on top sucking on John's cock, and John madly eating Ann's pussy. I had to admit they looked hot together. I did get aroused. 

I tossed my shorts and t-shirt aside, and sat down and watched them as I leisurely stroked my own cock. They shifted positions, and John started to plow into Ann again as she urged him on. I gathered from what they said that they'd also been able to fuck somewhere over their lunch hour, so this was their second time together that day.

I remained in a more passive, voyeur role that night; watching the two of them go at it a couple of times before John headed home. Ann had sort of accepted that I just wanted to watch, but I think she knew enough about me to know that something was wrong. She didn't push the issue. Later, I rose to the occasion to make love to Ann, and that really made me feel better. I hadn't realized how therapeutic sex could be.





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That line of thinking led me to think what it'd be like to have a really slutty wife - a hot wife, a wife that would have sex with any male that piqued her interest and appealed to her in some way. I put those thoughts aside, but made a mental note to listen carefully to the words she used and how she used them to see if I could catch her in some kind of revelation.





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As I rolled off, Ann looked over at John. "Well, don't just sit there playing with yourself, get over here and appreciate what sloppy seconds are all about."

John was on her as fast as I had been. He didn't last long either. We did have another round without the sybian coming into play. We stopped about midnight, and John headed home.

To be continued



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My jaw dropped open about six weeks later when I yet again got home from work a little later than usual. Sitting in the family room with John and Ann were Gwen and Martin, people who had fucked next to us the night we went dogging. I politely greeted them, but as I did I wondered what Ann was up to, and how far she intended to take this new acquaintance relationship.

Ann said, "I thought we needed to spice things up a little, so I called Gwen. We've been talking on and off for the past few weeks."

I wondered why Ann hadn't shared with me that she'd contacted Gwen. I had about three guesses, and they were all probably correct and involved illicit sex.

Ann went on, "So, I invited the two of them over tonight to join us."

I gestured upstairs to where the kids might be asleep.

"The kids are over at their Nana's. No school tomorrow; some sort of special holiday because the teachers need to have a training day or something."

I nodded and gestured to the kitchen, and gave her my 'You'd-better-come-and-explain' look.

Ann caught my look and responded, "Oh, I forgot, I have a light dinner saved for you. Let me help you." She excused herself and followed me into the other room. John, Gwen, and Martin continued their conversation.

In the kitchen I turned and whispered so the others couldn't hear, "What are you thinking? We don't know these people? How far are you intending to go with them? Sex? Fucking?"

Ann blushed and put her arms around me to try to calm me down. "I am thinking we can go as far as we want, or do nothing at all, although they probably are here expecting something to happen. If you're asking if I'd fuck Martin, the answer is yes, so long as he wears a condom. He's nice and I know you'll like him. I think it'd be fun for you and John to do Gwen too. She's cute, and ... well, you watched her get fucked a few weeks ago and it made you really hard. They're both very innocent, like we were not too long ago."

"Give me a minute to get my head around this. What do you know about them?"

"I've learned that Martin is a marketing guru of some kind for GE. He's a professional and has to wear a tie to work just like you. Gwen is his fiancée, and she teaches eighth grade social studies in Dillon. She's very nice to talk with, and I can see us being friends with them for a long time, even if we don't do anything. I was just getting to know Martin better tonight before you got home. I only knew some of the details about him through Gwen. She and I have talked for hours on the phone over the past month. The only other thing I recall about him is that he has a wicked looking cock that I'd love to sit on." Ann laughed at her own audacity. She added, "I wanted their first visit with us to be a surprise for you. Relax."

As we talked, I wolfed down a cold steak sandwich made with leftovers from the night before. Just the thought of food was making me feel better. I wondered if I was hypoglycemic.

I finally said, "OK, but I hope this doesn't start a trend where you want to fuck anybody that looks interesting."

Ann teased, "And what makes you think I'm not?" She teased before she gave me a peck on the cheek. "I may be a closet nymphomaniac."

I gave her my most skeptical look, got another kiss, and then Ann walked back in the direction of the family room. Ann's response made me harden just to think of her being a slut in that way, but it also gave me that gut twisting feeling whenever I thought of her having sex with someone else - even John, and now the possibility with Martin.

I went and shed my business suit, and rejoined the others five minutes later in casual clothes.

When I rejoined the four of them, Ann stood, came and kissed me, and then dimmed the lights to 'romance level' where we could see every detail across the room without feeling we were in a hospital operating room.

Ann went and pulled Gwen up so they were both standing. Gwen was shapely, and the mini-skirt and top she wore amplified her finer assets - assets that I recalled were very fuckable from when I watched Martin plowing into her pussy and feeling her breasts when they fucked next to us on the hood of my car: long tapered legs that I could stare at for hours, a beautifully shaped body that nicely matched, an ass that I wanted to hold forever, and a face that a model might envy. She looked so innocent as she stood.

Ann said, "Gwen, meet Jim. Jim meet Gwen. Now, why don't the two of you kiss like you really mean it?"

Gwen looked at me shyly, but then came in front of me and put her arms around my neck as I moved to hold her too. We tentatively kissed, and then got a little more into it on the next one, and by the tenth kiss we were searching out each other's tonsils with our tongues. By the twentieth kiss, my hands were all over her body, and she was trying to grab ahold of my erection through my thin slacks. 

Near us, Ann was engaged with Martin in similar kisses and body stroking. John was helping Martin to un-do some of Ann's clothing.

Gwen whispered, "I wanted to fuck you the night we met, but that was the first time Martin and I had ever done anything even close to that. I ... I mean I'm not a slut ... this is really crazy ... and I look forward to breaking out of my mold and doing something daring with you." 

"So, you're all right with me making love to you - John too, while Martin does the same with Ann."

Gwen nodded shyly. She whispered, "Yes, please. I know you'll think I'm a slut, and I'm even feeling that way and appreciating it. Overtime, if you'll get to know us better, you'll see we're just like you and Ann. I've never done anything like this before. Heck, you'll be the fourth person I've fucked in my life ... so far." She gave me a weak little grin.

I pushed any reservations about what was going on aside as I carefully unfurled Gwen's beautiful thin body, removing each piece of clothing with a lot of accompanying kisses and words of praise for her beauty. When both of us were nude, I got her on the sofa and ate her out through two orgasms, and then I stood and penetrated her even though she offered to reciprocate with a blowjob. Unless she was really good at faking it, she really got into what we were doing and continued with another series of orgasms as I fucked her and stroked her clit.

John came over and joined us. Gwen sucked on him as I fucked her, and then we changed places. Ann looked like she was having a good time with Martin, and I watched them move through a progression of Ann's favorite positions to fuck, ultimately culminating in Martin cumming and filling the condom he wore.

I came in Gwen about then, and John painted her face with his cum. Ann had put washcloths in the coffee table drawer, and she tossed one to Gwen to clean herself with. Initially, Gwen ignored the washcloth. She had reached over to Martin and pulled the condom off his deflating cock. In an act that made Ann, John, and I come to a standstill, Gwen held the condom to her mouth, and then made a show of emptying the cum bag into her mouth, even holding it way above her head and catching the drips that flowed from inside with her extended tongue. Some splashed onto her face. Eventually, she showed us the mouthful of cum, and then made it a point to swallow. She then reached to her pussy where my cum was leaking and brought some of that up to her mouth, and then repeated the condom 'trick' with the one John wore.

The three of us all said, "Wow."

Ann added, "If you'd let me know that was on the agenda, we could have shared by snowballing his cum back and forth."

Gwen coyly smiled and said, "Next round, maybe."

Not that we were rushing, but the next round did seem to go faster despite the men seeming to take longer to cum. I did Gwen again, feeling increasingly closer to her as we made love. John dithered between Ann and Gwen, when either Martin or I would give him an opportunity.

John, Gwen, and Martin left about eleven-thirty. Ann and I had one last fuck after that in our own bed. Ann was enthusiastic about our lovemaking, and kept a string of dirty talk going as she related how Martin fucked, what she felt, what we looked like fucking Gwen, and all the other nasty things she'd like to do with the couple.

The next day I ruminated about the previous evening, and about Ann's ever-escalating penchant for sex beyond what we'd been doing for most of our marriage. The thoughts took me all the way back to the discussion eight months earlier when Ann announced she wanted to kick her friendship with John up a notch. 

I felt badly because Ann must have become really bored with our sex life - possibly with our entire marriage. She'd either planned or blundered into various situations that spiced everything up, and gave her a sex life now almost too wild to describe. 

I loved the sex and all the things we were doing that had to do with sex, but they came at a price. I knew we were already paying for our lifestyle in some subtle ways, and I still wasn't sure what the ultimate price would be but I felt like it'd be costly.





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Gwen and I made love as Ann hung over the back of the sofa watching us. I could kiss my wife and even fondle her breasts when I put my attention in that direction. Ann occasionally interjected some dirty talk in our direction, talk about what we were doing or about what Martin or John were doing to her pussy. Behind her, Martin and John kept trading off places. Martin came in Ann's cunt, and five minutes into his next turn John came inside her too. We'd long ago dispensed with condoms, so we were all fucking bareback all the time.

Ann announced, "Now I'm all full of man cream."

Gwen pleaded from beneath me, "Bring it to me. Let me have it. I love cum."

Ann came around the sofa and mounted Gwen's head facing me. Immediately, I could see the viscous white semen from the two men start to leak out of Ann's pussy. Gwen yanked Ann's hips down so she could seal the opening to her full vagina with her mouth. I could see the sides of Gwen's cheeks suction in as she started to suck out the male goodness from Ann.

Ann and I kissed some more, even through a couple of Gwen-delivered orgasms. Ann and I talked in low voices as I fucked Gwen and Gwen ate out Ann. 

Ann asked, "Were you surprised when you came in the door?"

"Sort of. It was late enough that I guessed that something might be happening."

"I tried to slow things down and we were just starting when you got home. I hope that was OK?"

"It was fine." I fondled Ann's breasts and even sucked on each nipple. I could see a fresh hickey emerging on one of her globes.

After another orgasm, Ann pulled off of Gwen and went to the other facing sofa where John and Martin sat. She started to give Martin a blowjob as John munched on her pussy a little, and then sank his revived cock into her for a second round.

Gwen and I consummated our union with a soft and gentle pair of nicely synchronized orgasms, and a whole lot of whispered words about love and caring and passion. I felt appropriately welcomed home.





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I was asleep when she got home, although it wasn't very late. I think she hoped to play around sexually, but I just moaned something, looked at the clock, and went back to sleep.

The next couple of months were a repeat of those couple of weeks. Ann would disappear on an occasional night to go be with John, a night when I could babysit. We'd have a threesome every now and then, but the frequency rapidly decreased.

A few months later on a weekend, Ann waited until the kids were with her parents and we were alone in the house. I had thought she might go off with John, but I was in the midst of building shelves in a closet and didn't care much. Ann asked me to come and sit with her for a moment. She sounded serious, and so I went. She announced, "I broke it off with John. We're no longer an item."

I dispassionately said, "Oh, interesting. I hope you're still friends. He meant so much to you these past years - and you to him." I didn't push for details or rationale; that was her business and her destiny to deal with, just the way it had been when she started. Ann seemed shocked that I didn't probe for details.

I started to get up to go back to my shelves, but Ann started talking and out of respect I listened. She told me more than I cared to know: she wanted John to move on and find someone permanent to be with, and she wanted to be more of a wife again to me. I remember thinking, 'Sorry about that last wish of yours, but the horse had already left the stable.' Ann would have to re-earn the right in my thinking to be a wife.

Neither of us had forecast the consequences of 'kicking it up a notch or two.' I don't know what she felt, but I knew about the happier space I'd finally moved on to.

I heard someone say, 'Fate is what life deals you; destiny is what you do with it.' I kept holding onto that statement for some reason, because I thought it epitomized what had happened. Fate had pushed John and Ann together and started their open affair that I had sanctioned in many ways; now the destiny part of the equation was in play - the emotional aftermath. I was dealing with it, and Ann would have to deal with it too.

In the months that followed we slowly slipped back into much the same routine and lifestyle that we'd had before Ann and John fell in love and started to have sex, or was it the other way around?

Ann changed jobs to an even more high-powered position that challenged her in every way possible. From time to time she'd travel, but I never blinked an eye, nor thought much about what she might be doing. I would have been interested before, but now I didn't care, even if she were getting together with someone else or having a never-ending stream of one-night stands or a long affair. I sort of preferred her being away.

The kids grew like weeds, and increasingly required two parents to manage them and help them grow to be outstanding citizens. I put my energy there.

Eventually, I changed jobs and we moved outside of the area for five years. Ann was able to negotiate a reassignment so she could come with me. It's funny, I could have gone alone, and just talked to her occasionally by phone, but she wanted to be with me. I found that interesting and sometimes confusing since she often wasn't happy with me, and I know she didn't like the place where I'd ended up after her affair had ended. I think she figured that everything about me would be unchanged, despite what she did with John or Martin and anybody, and that we'd go back to the place right before she announced about 'kicking it up a notch.' Such was not the case.





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Thanks for listening to my tale.





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Thursday evening, Ann said in a coy tone, "John and I went out for lunch again today. We made out a little, but nothing like yesterday. We both had to get back to work for a meeting too, so didn't have much time."

I didn't push for any details and Ann didn't volunteer any others, so I had to take it at face value that that was as far as they'd gone. After the discussion had moved on to other topics, I had to examine my own thoughts about how much detail I wanted to know about what she did with John. For now, I didn't change anything.

I carried my angst right up to Friday evening when John and Carol came over for dinner. I even managed to get home earlier than usual, but they were all there having a glass of wine by the time I got home. It was clear they'd all bonded; I felt a bit like an outsider working to weave myself into the 'in' group. The kids were parked in front of the television happily eating their own early dinners and ignoring the adults.

John acted bubbly, and I guessed that it might have something to do with the idea that he was going to fuck my wife in the near future - or maybe he was ebullient because he already had. Despite all the reasons I could have not liked him, he was a nice guy and full of enthusiasm for life. In some ways I thought of him like a floppy puppy dog that wanted to be everyone's friend.

Carol was a short, stocky, busty girl with long brunette hair. She had a pleasant face, and was also a computer systems analyst of some kind for a company I hadn't heard of. She was likeable, and I went out of my way to make her feel welcome and included since John already apparently felt that way thanks to Ann. She had a laissez-faire attitude about life, the kind of mindset that doesn't respond too much in either direction. Despite my efforts, Carol was quiet, and I guessed she was evaluating me as a sex partner much the way I was doing the same about her.

I tried to see if I could find some chemistry with Carol, but in truth I found only a minimum, and I think that was jaded because I was evaluating her as a fuck buddy. All my chemistry was with Ann, and that was all the chemistry I wanted too. I wanted Ann to have chemistry with me and no one else. I felt real jealousy, an emotion I didn't like, particularly this close to home. Further and after watching them interact, I wasn't sure that Carol had any chemistry with John either, but the two of us pretended that we found some and so had some nice conversations. Carol could be reserved.

In the midst of the evening, I found myself alone with Ann in the kitchen at one point. I whispered, "Did you do anything at lunch with John?"

Ann leaned in and kissed me. She smiled and said, "Same as Wednesday. I need you later." She kissed me again and whispered, "I'm horny."

I felt ecstatic that she was picking me for the evening's sexual activities. Even if she fantasized about another man, I would be the guy making love to her.

We ate, I took the two kids upstairs and read them a couple of stories, tucked them into bed, changed into casual clothes, and then rejoined Ann, John, and Carol downstairs.

By the time I got there, they'd already decided that we'd get together the following Friday night. I felt the intervening week would be fraught with more of the anxiety building inside me, plus I wondered what else John and Ann would do over their lunch hours.

My older daughter made a couple of visits down to the living room with a number of requests: a glass of water, another story, a wish to stay up later, concern for a friend who was moving away, and enough other interruptions that any chance of anything further happening that night was blown away.

The fact that the kids were restless caused Ann to announce that the following Friday she'd see if she could farm them out to their grandparents who didn't live too far away. I thought that was a good idea if we were going to do something; I sure didn't want either kid walking in on a group sex orgy.

As John and Carol reached the door to leave I watched Ann wrap herself around John and give him a kiss the likes of which I hadn't received from her since we got back from our honeymoon.

Before I could react, Carol tried to engage me in a similar make out session by the front door. I hadn't kissed another woman other than Ann in fourteen years, so I was a little shocked by how different and arousing kissing a new partner could be. I did respond to Carol, and found myself getting heated from the physical interaction. Later, I wondered how much of my reaction was natural hormones and how much was an actual attraction to Carol. Maybe there was chemistry there.

John and Carol left, and I went around the room collecting the dishes from our pizza dinner and wine, and took them to the kitchen. The activity was really a stalling tactic of my overloaded brain.

The knife through the heart I'd felt since the previous weekend when I'd started thinking about what Ann's proposal had meant was nothing compared to the major detonations of artillery going off in my head, particularly after watching Ann and John kiss goodnight, their tongues waggling in each other's mouths in a sexy way as they pulled apart. In an equally intimate gesture, one of John's hands had cupped Ann's breasts too.

After John and Carol had left, Ann asked me if I thought I would like to have a 'relationship' with Carol. The implication was clear. While Ann and John were going to do whatever they were going to do, Carol and I could do whatever we wanted. 

My mind decided if Ann and John were going to have intercourse, I'd at least have a partner with Carol so I could do the same. Did I really want that? Maybe it'd be fun, but what would I be losing when Ann started in with John? Beyond that I just didn't know where things would go. I was in denial and didn't want to think about it. I remember rationalizing that it was probably too late to stop the runaway train now anyway.

We'd gotten married quite young; Ann had been a mature nineteen and I'd been twenty-three. Both of us were inexperienced about sex then, since however, we had read widely and watched some stimulating porn to broaden our horizons over those years. None of that was a substitute for the real thing, but we sure liked watching and reading about it, and then practicing. 

Over the twelve years of our marriage, including having kids, we'd gotten in the rut where our sex had become pretty mundane - a couple of times a week. I thought we were pretty comfortable in our relationship, and there didn't seem any major dissatisfactions that I'd been aware of. With her 'kick it up a notch' statement, I looked everywhere to see where I'd been negligent, ignorant, or where I'd fucked up in some major way. There must be something I was missing - something major I was missing; something major enough to mandate her starting up something with another man.

Just after we married, I started on my Master's degree and Ann continued into her last two years of college. I went on after that and got a Ph.D. in engineering while she worked doing computer programming. My technical degrees made me a full-fledged nerd, and left me with the belief that careful analysis can solve any problem. I was also pretty conservative.

I really couldn't think straight. Every time I tried to take a logical approach to analyzing the emerging problem of Ann and John, the options, and various solution schemes, I'd hit some immediate sore point and almost break out crying. I started to lose sleep: I'd go to bed, catch about an hour of sleep and then lie awake most of the night just stewing in the entire situation. Sometimes I'd get up, got to my man cave, breakout my porn magazines and jerk off looking at pictures of group sex.

The intervening week, I was extremely nervous - on several counts. First, I was really concerned about what Ann having a second relationship was going to mean to our twelve-year marriage. Was it too late? I worried about divorce, but knew I'd not be the instigator of anything like that. I loved Ann so much, but, oh God, what was she doing to us?

I equated sex with love, and love with marriage. Marriage involved fidelity and faithfulness. Ergo, I reasoned that sex and fidelity went together. If you had sex outside the marriage you were no longer faithful to the relationship. But in some of the books we'd read, that link didn't exist. There were relationships based on the premise of an 'Open Marriage.' Someone could have sex with multiple partners, even love multiple partners, and still be in a successful and growing marriage with yet another partner. Given how I felt over the week I wondered if the other people in those kinds of relationships ever felt the same way I did. I doubted it because the books on the subject never mentioned the dark feelings I had - feelings that started to consume me.

One evening at home I broke out some of the books we'd read and scanned them for key passages about group or polyamorous relationships. The over riding themes to be consenting adults could do whatever they wanted about sex, so long as no one got hurt; and you could love more than one person at a time, and that statement was meant to include all the intimacies associated with a marriage. I tried to get my head around those principles.

My second concern was that I was so nervous and worked up over the coming evening that I wouldn't be able to perform like the sex god I could be. I couldn't do much about this, except I did resolve to moderate my drinking which often had an adverse affect on my staying and recovery power. Right at that moment, however, I was thinking that an entire bottle of bourbon four times a day was just what I needed to calm my nerves. I wanted to zone out on this entire situation - just forget it and go back to the way we were before Ann's 'kick it up a notch' statement. Of course, we could never go back; the horse was already out of the barn and running.

My third concern was longer term. All our talking and thinking had been short term, on the order of days. I worried about what a longer-term relationship with John would look like, and what role if any I would continue to have in Ann's life. Given Carol's personality and how little she stimulated any romantic interest in me, I was sure that any relationship with her would be short-lived. 

What would be the relationship between Ann and John after their Friday fuck? Would they keep doing erotic lunch hours? Since, by then, they would have fucked for sure, would that activity now take place every day? My brain wandered, and I wondered if this coming evening was all for show and to cover their tracks; they could have already fucked their brains out many times, and this was only to get me involved in a way that gave them permission to continue and removed some guilt from Ann's life.

Ann repeatedly told me she loved me, but as she got increasingly into the relationship with John, I easily imagined that changing until I was the stranger and the outsider, and eventually until I was no longer loved or wanted. I thought about how painful the separation would be, and the struggles with the kids and finding a new partner.

I think I realized too that the anxiety I was now feeling would never go away. I would have to carry the pain of Ann's words and actions the rest of my life, whether we stayed together or not. When that realization hit me in the middle of the night, I got up, went to my den, and cried for an hour until I was out of tears. The pain was that 'things would never be the same again.'

Fourth, I worried about the kids. Despite their young ages, they would soon figure out that Mommy had a deep, loving interest in another man other than Daddy. Would I lose their affection? Would they adopt John as a stepfather or some sort? For a subsidiary issue, the kids might raise that relationship to either set of grandparents when they were with them, but for another I worried that the situation would confuse them. 

Lastly, I worried about how much time in the future I would get to be with Ann. Already, because of my new job, I'd lost a chunk of time because the new job required I be in earlier and leave later than I had in the old one. The first Friday when John and Carol came to dinner, John had alluded to various 'weekend dates' he could go on with Ann, and the implication was clear that I wasn't invited. I'd be home with the kids and working on the house as I usually did on weekends.

One of the dates John suggested involved hunting. Both Ann and I were against hunting for a number of reasons based on the values we were raised with. John wanted to take Ann bow hunting. I don't know where along the road she changed, but suddenly she was wildly enthused about finding a deer or turkey, and getting off just the right shot to down the animal. The value shift was so sudden; I had to shake my head to be sure I even heard her correctly. 

Because of that planned date I started to see a not so subtle shift of personal values on her part, values that had originally cemented us together in many ways were eroding away or tossed aside in favor of whatever John suggested. A couple of those values were monogamy, fidelity and trust.

* * * * *

Ann shared with me about her lunchtime trysts with John. I guessed she wanted me to bless her activities so that she wouldn't feel guilty about not involving me. Monday, she said she would keep her lunchtimes where they'd matured to the previous week until we saw what happened Friday evening when we were all together again. Nice idea, but she didn't stick to what she said. Also, my imagination ran wild and I pictured them doing far more than she said they did. I believed her and I didn't in the same breath.

I felt good about that, until Tuesday night when she admitted that she'd let him feel some bare breast and even suck on her nipples a little. That information gave me a hard-on but made me fret wishing I'd been the one making out with her. I told her that, and she promised that after the kids were in bed, we'd have sex. We did.

Every time she updated me on her alone time with John I got aroused and my brain went into a tizzy because I didn't know how to process what was going on. If I stopped this runaway train with John, Ann would obviously be pissed at me, and given her thinking about John and her recent streak of independence, she'd probably carry on a secret affair with him and I'd be shut out of any meaningful information about what they were doing together. I got to thinking I was damned if I did, and damned if I didn't. Again, I wondered if they hadn't already started enjoying more physical pleasures than they told me about.

I also realized that Ann had turned her focus and intensity onto something new - John, and when she did that there was no swaying her or moving her from continuing to pursue what she wanted. There was nothing I could say or do that would change the course she was on short of threatening divorce or murder, and neither of those options appealed to me.

Ann and I were making love more frequently; we'd gone from twice a week to daily, and sometimes twice or more. I liked that, but I spoiled the afterglow for myself each time when I tried to evaluate whether something else had happened that she wasn't telling me. For instance, had John and Ann come back to the house over lunch hour and screwed like rabbits before going back to work. I tried to discount that activity by telling myself that they were planning on fucking on Friday night anyway, so it really didn't matter, except the thought hurt in my gut.

Not only was our frequency of having sex way up, but I'd decided to open up to Ann more about how anxious I felt about the possible damage to our marriage from the arc we were on. She'd calm me down, assure me that she loved me and would continue to love me, and then point out the benefits of developing some new intimate relationships - sex, deep friendships, sex, and a broader circle of people we were romantic with were at the top of her list. Did I mention sex? She wanted an open marriage, and she could cite the many benefits because we'd read the book a year or so earlier. If I'd suggested such a situation even a month or two earlier, I would have caught holy hell from her on all sorts of points. Now, it was her idea, and the object of her focus and intensity.

Ann told me Wednesday night that she'd let John have some more bare tit to play with. Thursday, things progressed a little further. When the kids were out of earshot, Ann said shyly, "I let John finger fuck me today. He brought me off. We were out by the reservoir again."

I nodded, and this time asked if she wanted to share any further details. The only other significant point was that she'd opened his pants and fondled his cock. One comforting thought: she thought we were the same size.

Ann called me in the office Friday over lunch hour. I'd already had visions of them fucking on the hood of her car at the reservoir. As it turned out, instead of going out with John, she was grocery shopping so she had something to serve for dinner that night, and she wanted my suggestions for that and other meals and items from the store. Knowing that she wasn't with him made me happier in one sense, but not so in another. Was he helping her shop? Would they go back to the house with the groceries and fuck the daylights out of each other? I kept having these visions and they vacillated between sexually exciting and being a nightmare.

In my erotic reading, I'd developed some understanding of the concept of a cuckold - a man who is complicit in their partner's infidelity and who derives sexual pleasure from it. I looked it up during the week and found it had a masochistic side to it. I appreciated that and the concept started to fit me to a tee; by not going on a rant or tear, I was being complicit in what would happen on Friday night, although I had raised my concerns to Ann every day. Humiliation was an option for cuckolds, and I wasn't too sure I wanted to get too deep into that; I was humiliated enough by what was already going on without adding more to it.

As I read, I realized to be a 'good' cuckold I had to be willing to allow the situation to develop. Yes, that fit. I'd had this huge approach-avoidance feeling when I watched John and Ann kiss, and when I heard about their lunch hours. Part of it was torture - my masochistic side, and part of it was arousal - the sexual pleasure side. That reasoning led me to think I was truly becoming schizophrenic. I certainly felt as though I were losing my mind about all of this. In my thirty-four years up to that point I'd never felt this mentally disturbed and unbalanced.

While all this was going on, I was immersed in my new job and under a tremendous amount of job pressure from all sides. One result was that in addition to the pressure from the Ann-John situation, I also had the mental load from work. I tried to push the Ann-John worries aside, but when I got in the car to drive home those feelings of change and uncertainty and angst would sweep over me, and the scenarios of what might have happened while I'd been at work started to play in my mind like a dirty movie.

Friday afternoon, I got away from work early - real early. I arrived home to an empty house, changed to my running togs, and did a hard and punishing ten-kilometer run to calm my nerves; it didn't entirely work. I shaved again, showered, and put on casual clothes. I put away some of the grocery items Ann had just left on the counter, obviously in a rush, and had just as I finished Ann arrived home.

"You're here. What a nice surprise," Ann said as she gave me a peck on the lips.

I said, "I'm nervous, plus my new boss was away today, so I could cut out early."

"Me too - nervous, I mean, but looking forward to whatever too." Ann paused and said, "Oh, the kids are over at their Nana's for the night. We're supposed to pick them up around lunch tomorrow. Patty has a birthday party in the afternoon. The morning soccer practice got canceled."




Kick it up a Notch



"When are John and Carol coming?"

"Any second. Can you play host while I change?" Ann ran up the stairs to our bedroom undoing her office dress as she went. I wondered what kind of an outfit she'd wear for the evening. I heard the shower start, and resisted the devilish temptation to start the dishwasher and rob her of hot water. If I had, I would have had to pay for that later.

Ann returned wearing what looked like a genie outfit - a sexy slinky genie outfit - a very sexy revealing slinky genie outfit that I noticed could be removed in just under three seconds. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her nipples were excited. Hell, I had a partial hard-on just thinking about what the night might bring. 

John and Carol arrived a minute later in two separate cars. I still remember thinking, 'This is it; too late to back out now without a lot of embarrassment.' Mentally, I'd gotten to the point where I'd pulled away from some of my concerns and was watching a movie that I had a role in, but didn't know the plot or script. I'd just have to be in the action scenes until I learned how things worked out. Method acting. I was a player, but not entirely emotionally involved. The realization that my feelings were emotionally distant surprised me. Later, I learned that these feelings were a form of denial - denial that anything serious was going to happen.

I got a firm handshake from John as well as two bottles of fine wine. Carol, on the other hand, gave me a short kiss, followed by a longer, smoldering kiss that gave me a twinge in my groin and left no doubt in my mind about where the evening was headed. Carol tasted good. When I turned around Ann and John were in a lip lock that gave me a penile twinge of joy and a twist in my gut at the same time. 

Ann started to prepare dinner for us. I tried to help as her gofer, and I served us all wine and hors d'oeuvres that she must have prepared over her lunch hour instead of putting all the groceries away. We chatted about no subject for longer than a minute. We each acted like we had adult attention deficit disorder. We were all nervous.

Ann scurried around the kitchen while I gave John and Ann a house tour ending in the living room where I suggested we all sit with our drinks. Just then, Ann asked for help, and John jumped to his feet before I could register her request; the two of them disappeared into the kitchen. 

Carol and I sat close enough to each other that we could touch hands. We both started stroking each other's palms in what was an exceptionally sensuous gesture. I could tell both our temperatures were becoming elevated. Occasionally one of us would make a remark that could also be taken with a sexual overtone, some so obvious that we both threw our heads back and laughed after the statements. We also started to share a few kisses, mostly at my instigation.

Twenty minutes later Ann called us into the dining room. I noticed that the lipstick she'd put on just before John and Carol arrived had now vanished completely. Ann's nipples were also erect and noticeably sticking out through the thin fabric of her genie outfit; I'd bet that John had been all over them in the kitchen. I felt another dig in my lower tract because I knew how hot Ann's kisses were and how much they turned me on, and I knew how nice it was to fondle and suck on Ann's breasts. Dinner was served.

We continued our banter at the table as the dinner Ann had prepared disappeared from our plates and the wine that John had brought also vanished. My mind raced along at a thousand miles an hour with many unanswered questions about how we would start, what would happen, who would do what to whom, and such. I had never thought about who initiated something like a foursome. Did it spontaneously explode or did someone yell, "Go?" For every unanswered question I thought of, I felt there might be a dozen more that I couldn't even articulate, and that bothered me a great deal. We were moving into unchartered waters - and there was danger all around.

After coffee and a light dessert, I helped clear the last of the dishes from the table and started my clean up chores in the kitchen. Clean up had always been my contribution in the division of labor in the household. This time it went very quickly, however, because everyone helped. I washed, John dried, Carol packed away the leftovers, and Ann put things away. We were done in record time.

We moved to the living room, and I brought our some liqueurs and passed out some Drambuies and Grand Marniers to our foursome. The living room had two facing yellowish sofas in front of the fireplace. John and Ann took one and Carol and I the other. Ann dimmed the lights to their lowest level, and we sat sipping our drinks and making idle chatter in the dim light. Next I knew, John and Ann were kissing, and then so were Carol and I. 

I had decided to pace or lag behind what Ann and John did. I wanted to see how fast they would move, and not get too far ahead with Carol. Later I realized that no one cared except Carol who also wanted to get laid right away. Ann and I made eye contact with one another, smiled, and blew each other a kiss. Wrapped up in my thoughts about that air kiss was the sentiment that I hoped nothing serious about our relationship would change.

I tried to put my focus on Carol, and we started deep soul kisses. Our tongues swirled around each other's lips and we then explored ears and necks trying to turn each other on. There was a lot of body stroking and heavy breathing too. Meanwhile our hands were seeking out the erogenous zones that turned each other on: breasts, neck, pussies, and cocks - all this with our clothes still on.

On one foray, I ran my tongue down Carol's neck deep into the cleavage of her dress. I then brought my mouth over the apparent location of a nipple and blew hot air through her blouse and lingerie. In a moment, I was rewarded as I felt the nubbin rise in an excited state. Carol moaned and held my head to the point.

I undid a couple of buttons that then afforded me an even greater landscape to explore with my tongue. I did just that, finally, as I opened still more buttons, licking into the band of skin between her belt and gossamer bra. Even in the dim light I could see Carol's areoles and hardened nipples through the thin material of her bra.

Carol then turned the table on me. She leaned into me and started unbuttoning my sport shirt. After blowing and licking my ears, her tongue started to run down my neck and, after she pulled my shirt up, to my chest and nipples. Wow! It was electric. Ann had never paid much attention to my chest, and no one had ever sucked on my nipples, but Carol did. Suddenly I had the urge to merge in a big way.

I peeled off my shirt and pulled down the top of Carol's dress, and then I undid the eyelets of Carol's bra. As her bra came off, I was rewarded with two excited breasts of perfect shape and size - larger than Ann's, and in that difference I found pleasure. Carol said as I praised her assets, "Oh, their much more than a mouthful, so a lot is wasted." Not a cubic millimeter was wasted on my account as my hands and mouth wandered further over the exposed flesh - fondling, licking, sucking and tasting as I went. Carol started moaning occasionally at my ministrations.

I cast a glance at the other couch about then and saw that both John and Ann were nude from the waist up too. John was sucking on Ann's breasts as she held her head tilted back, eyes shut, with a slight smile of total contentment. I felt a mental jolt when I saw that her hand had already loosened his belt and zipper, and she had reached in to fondle his cock. They were both busy with each other's sex parts.

I buried my head in Carol's chest with much the same result that Ann was having. I alternately sucked each nipple into my mouth; carefully loving and gently biting each nub in what I'd learned over the years with Ann was a very effective mechanism to turn her on. This worked on Carol too, except I think she would have been turned on if I said 'Boo.' Soon she was purring and pulling me even harder into her breasts. 

Periodically, I would come up and we would French kiss - winding our tongues together and sometimes only touching the tips of our tongues to each other as we looked into each other's eyes. All our signals to each other were "Go!"

Out of the corner of my eye I saw John and Ann stand so they could shed pants. Carol and I followed suit as I removed her clothes completely and she slid my shorts off. Underwear followed. Although not arousing, I checked out John and found satisfaction that there was nothing extraordinary about him.

Carol's mons was covered in a dark bush of pubic hair. I immediately caught a whiff of her intoxicating feminine odor - she was hot and ready to mate. We hugged and our hands were all over each other's nude bodies. My cock was already hard and poking her mid-section repeatedly when she wasn't stroking it with her hands.

I thought about the strange sensation of being naked in a room with another couple for the first time, made stranger by the fact that Ann and I were not together. We took a moment to look across at each other and revel in the beauty of the moment. Passions then pulled us back to our new partners.

Carol reached down and started massaging my already hard cock with one hand. As I adjusted my position, she knelt on the plush carpeting and engulfed the mushroom head of my cock into her mouth, and after a few seconds she went down on me completely until she had deep-throated my entire shaft. I moaned for a change, the pleasure was so intense. Ann had only just done a deep throat for me a few nights earlier so the act was still highly novel and arousing for me; the feeling and sight picture were phenomenal, and I had to guard against just blasting my load into Carol's throat.

After she had me in a rock hard state, I shifted our positions so Carol was lying back on the sofa and I could lick her pussy. I placed one leg over my shoulder as I got down on the floor and started my careful attentions to her pubic area. She was unshaved and it was with delight that I pulled her lips apart and plunged my tongue into her pink slit and vagina for the first time. Then I centered on her clitoris, circling out and then back in periodically. 

Carol's juices seeped like a leaky faucet. I loved her musky scent and taste, and the more I slavered over her, the more she emitted and groaned and writhed beneath me. Soon my face, neck, shoulders, and even my hair were covered in her juices and scent as I spread her juices over her thighs and abdomen and then rubbed my head in those areas. The whole room took on the musky odor of sex.

I recognized the aroma of Ann wafting across the short distance between the sofas. She was as turned on as Carol, and I knew that she too must have been gushing her sex fluids preparing to fuck with John. A quick glance confirmed that John enjoyed given cunnilingus as much as I did.

Carol pulled me up and I knew it was time to penetrate. I looked across at John and Ann just in time to see John finish his tongue-lashing of Ann's cunt. She moved around and reclined on the couch, tossing some cushions on the floor to afford them more room. Ann spread her legs in invitation. John knelt between her legs, rose up over her with his hard cock in hand, and then slowly entered into her - into her vagina, into the pussy he'd been after for a few weeks, into the vagina of my wife!  What excitement. I had never seen two people fucking except in porn movies - and here was the real thing only eight feet away. But as he stabbed his cock into her, I had that feeling of a knife spearing into my heart again.

I shook off the bad feeling and turned my attention back to Carol. She suggested that I come over her as well and so I did. She held my hard cock and positioned it at the entrance to her valley, rubbing the wet head around her soaked slit. With a few minor thrusts I sank into her warm sanctum, pausing for a moment after I was fully inserted to enjoy the moment and her snugness. We kissed deeply again and I felt the kiss concentrate in our loins as we both started pumping into one another.

I thought about how different Carol felt from Ann. Carol was tighter around the head, but looser near her entrance. At full penetration, I could feel her curly pubic hair against my groin too; Ann's hair was light and thin, versus a rougher kinky feel in Carol's pubes. Carol was soaking, and still leaking fluids everywhere; Ann only did that occasionally and I bet that tonight was one of those nights.

Carol and I looked lovingly at each other and then continued to thrust and thrust and thrust. She had a way of rotating her hips as I was thrusting that was going to accelerate things much too fast. I paused again and she looked at me with a questioning look. I told her to slow things down and we both smiled at each other and then kissed again ... and again and again. I could feel her erect nipples against my chest, and that arousing feeling almost made me squirt off.

Rather than rush to climax we both looked at the activity on the other couch. John was plunging into Ann at ever increasing speed and intensity. His back was arched while his hips articulated back and forth in rapid succession. It was a hard fuck - I know because Ann and I had done that only a couple of nights earlier. Ann's legs were locked behind John and her arms were around his neck. She yanked him into her with reckless abandon on each inward thrust he made. She wanted his cock deep inside her again and again. They couldn't wait to orgasm together.

Carol and I watched while we slowly fucked - prolonging our first coupling and enjoying all the sensations of skin on skin. 

Then, with appropriate moans and shrieks for the moment, both John and Ann climaxed. John's back arched in an unnatural fashion as he made his final hard thrusts into Ann's body. Ann's back was arched so much that only her heels and shoulders seemed to touch the couch cushions they were lying on. She wanted the deepest penetration he could provide, so she had thrust her pelvis up into John's last climatic thrusts.

Carol and I took their climax as an invitation to finish our own fuck. I looked at her and nodded. We both picked up the pace. Carol started her hip rotations again as I took longer and more determined strokes into her pussy. In sixty seconds, we too exploded. I sent a stream of cum into Carol's cunt and she flooded the area with her juices. 

I was sure that Ann had cum and squirted her girl juice; she always did when she had a hard fuck. I can remember wondering if the sofas would ever be the same, and what the room would smell like in the morning or when the kids got home and wanted to watch TV on those sofas. Our moans and expletives punctuated the quiet in the room, announcing to all that we too had joint orgasms deserving of notice. 

I fell in beside Carol and we started to cuddle, kiss, and smooth the skin that was within reach. How nice that our skin has such wonderful receptors in it. We gently cooed in each other's ears and kissed eyes, cheeks, necks and lips in a sensuous and caring way. And, of course, I massaged and sucked on her generous breasts.

Carol and I stayed coupled while we explored each other. Even though I had shrunk from my hardened state of a few moments before, I was not deflated enough to slip from her folds. After a few moments I started to pump again - gently at first as I sought the right position to stimulate my glans and other key areas of arousal on my dick. I was enjoying just enough stimulation in her juicy cunt to re-inflate and start the fucking process over again. Carol gave me an encouraging and inviting smile.

Soon the passion of the evening, the anticipation of this foursome, and my overall perpetual state of horniness did the trick and I was again pumping in and out of Carol's pussy. This time, we were on our sides so we could each use our hands to caress and touch one another in sensitive places. 

We took our time, watching as Ann and John re-coupled and also started a slow fuck, this time with Ann on top - a position she loves. John's hands and then his mouth engulfed Ann's breasts as he rose up to meet her bent over figure. 

I was infatuated with Carol's much larger breasts. There was more than a handful there, but none of it was wasted in my book. I wanted to swim in them. Carol would lean towards me stroking my chest with her nipples in a way that sent me into orbit. Oh, holy horniness. What a wonder this was. I was in seventh heaven.

As we stroked and rotated into each other, fondling breasts and kissing all available skin, we gradually realized we were getting close to another orgasm. This time neither of us slowed the process. I signaled that I was close and she nodded. "Cum inside me again," she whispered.

In seconds wave after wave of ecstasy again washed over us. Carol's muscles rippled tightly against my cock, pulling my penis and my cum deep into her body. Our backs arched, forcing our hips together in our copulation. Slowly as the orgasm passed, we relaxed and petted again. 

We glanced across at the other sofa just in time to see Ann rise up and thrust her breasts out into the dimness of the room in orgasmic bliss. John's hips were thrust up into her, lifting her as his cock achieved maximum penetration. They entered a euphoric state of bliss, punctuated only with deep sighs, low moans, and heavy breathing. 

I thought, how wonderful the human body is that it can create such ecstatic feelings for such occasions. I wondered aloud to Carol why people didn't fuck more frequently and more often. Why were there such taboos against just fucking whomever you found interesting? 

I deflated that time. I was done for an hour or so - at least. Ann made a dash through the house to the linen closest and bathroom, and arrived back with warm wash clothes for everyone, as well as towels. Carol and I took turns cleaning each other, while Ann did John and he did her.

I poured more liqueurs for us - just a splash each. I took a sip of my Drambuie and then, holding the sip in my mouth, pushed my tongue into Carol's mouth where I then deposited the strong liquid. She raised her eyebrows as we then shared the warmth of the drink with our mouths and tongues intertwined. When we parted, she told me that was one of the most erotic things she had ever done. I said I'd be delighted to be her source of drink from then on. We laughed and did it again.

We talked about the evening, briefly praising the events and the passion - particularly of watching each other as we made love. I would have said fucking, but there was such obvious caring and tenderness that we had for each other that that word was too harsh for the occasion. There would be other times when that was the right word, however. 

After a while, John noted it was near midnight and our guests decided they should go. I slipped on my shorts, and John and Carol dressed. Ann slipped on a robe she'd brought with her when she'd run through the house earlier. I couldn't believe we'd been making out and making love for so long; the minutes had flown by.

As we stood at the door, kissing goodnight, it was a huge turn-on to watch John reach down and open Ann's robe and insert his fingers into her sodden pussy. She spread her legs a little to give him access. In response, Carol pulled the top of her dress down and gave me a last lick on her left breast. We laughed and they left. We'd agreed to get together the following weekend, if not sooner.

Ann and I went outside and cuddled together on the patio couch in the dark, Ann wearing her thin robe that hid little, and me in only my shorts. We tested how we each felt. I told her I had two wildly conflicting feelings about the evening. I was excited having sex with Carol, and watching her and John have intercourse, and the prospect of doing it some more was captivating. I liked Carol; however, I wanted Ann to know that Carol was not a threat to our marriage.




Kick it up a Notch



I expressed my other concern: her relationship with John and what that meant to us. Seeing the two of them make love and seeing how he stimulated and aroused her, I was happy for her and her excitement, but still felt that twinge in the pit of my stomach. Ann assured me that she loved me and that John was a good friend that she enjoyed but that I was her life mate. We talked about how someone could love more than one person at a time and that it was only social norms that dictated you could only love one person at a time.

Ann asked, "What was the highlight of the evening for you? Fucking Carol?"

I answered instantly, "No, it was watching John penetrate you for the first time. I could see the entire length of his cock work its way into your pussy as he pushed in and as you welcomed him. He went deeper and deeper inside your pussy until he bottomed out and you moaned in such ecstatic satisfaction I almost came right then just from that scene. After that, it was watching you two fuck, particularly when you got on top of him and started to rotate your hips fore and aft the way you do - all of that gave me very stimulating mental pictures that I know I'll never forget. I also found the sight of the four of us sitting nude and fully revealed across from each other in the afterglow of our magnificent fucks a great and stimulating memory." I paused and added, "The whole night was amazing - mind blowing."

I paused and asked Ann, "What was memorable for you?"

She leaned up and kissed me; "Making love with a new lover for the first time, of course, but at the same time feeling your love and concern from across the room. Yes, I loved having a new cock plunge into me - it was new and different and fun and hot, but I still love you and want you. I also liked watching you and Carol screw; it was pornographic watching others make love just a few feet away."

On that note we went up and went to bed. Both of us were still worked up, however, and it was only seconds before I felt her hand reach for my cock and start to stroke it. I'd had enough of a recovery and was still so horny from the events of the evening and week that in no time at all we were at it. Ann climbed on top of me, and rode me."

At one point she said, "So, you liked it when I did this to John?" She sank way down on my cock and then started to do her sexy hip rotations that drove me crazy.

"Yes, I love it when you do that. It's sexy and stimulates me in a way you can't imagine."

"You never told me. I'll do it more with you." She paused and said, "Now, fuck me. Fuck me hard. I want to be loved by you and know that even with what happened tonight that we're still in love and married and a forever couple." I jerked up into her body and she groaned, "Oh, God, I love you."

Those last few words soothed my battered ego, and I responded with just what we both needed - a lovemaking session that reaffirmed our love and commitment to one another. The orgasms were wonderful and just what we both needed to allow us to go to sleep. 

I am sure my angst would have riled me for days without that post-midnight lovemaking session with Ann. I didn't care about sloppy seconds, I wanted to love and be loved by my wife - and that's exactly what happened.

To be continued.