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Monogamy

By: Synthetic Touch



I've been with my wife Angela for three years now. We were dating for five years before that. Throughout our relationship we've been completely opposed to straying from our monogamous relation ship. This was mainly because while each of us wanted to experiment with another lover, we were each afraid that the other would prefer the new conquest to the established partner. 

That all changed soon after we were married. I've been obsessed with lesbians ever since my sexual development, and homosexuals have equally intrigued her. Each of us is utterly strait as I was slightly disappointed to find out when Angela first expressed her disgust at the sight of another woman's body.

I was the first to bend the sexual barrier when I brought her to a strip club for her birthday. I admit I still find another man's body repulsive, but I was able to control myself for the sake of our relationship. 

After having a few drinks I bought her a lap dance and tried to contain my laughter as she turned completely red and tried not to look at the dancer an inch from her face. I think she enjoyed the stage dancers a lot more. Afterward I assured her that I knew that she felt uncomfortable about it and that I would not expect her to return the favor by accompanying me to a gentleman's club; I had planned this evening with only her pleasure in mind.

Needless to say she paid me back sexually that night as I had a feeling she would in her aroused state. 

It was not too long after, that Christmas had arrived and I was in for a special Christmas present. As I had expected her too, she did eventually bring me to a strip club to return the favor. Assuring her on the way in that she didn't have to, she promised me that it was her choice. Again the situation repeated itself and we had a good time. When one of the strippers had finished giving me a lap dance she offered one to Angela but she refused. I later offered to buy her a dance but I could tell that she was completely opposed to the idea and nothing would sway her. After a few drinks I suggested that we leave lifting the pressure from her to spoil my evening. 

About a year later at an office party, a young intern commented on Angela's beauty to me. I thanked him for the compliment and he asked me if we were in a strictly monogamous relationship. I was thrown slightly by his question but replied that we were. 

He dropped the subject and I thought that the conversation was behind us until he later introduced Angela and me to his fiancé, a young attractive red head with small but perky breasts. Shortly after the introductions the intern and I were called by one of my superiors to meet some business associates, leaving the ladies alone to talk. 

Later that night after the party Angela confronted me asking if I had found Laura (the red head) attractive. I replied honestly but calmly that she seemed attractive and Angela informed me that while we were away the young girl had mad a rather shocking proposal. Asking first whether or not I was good in bed, to which Angela candidly replied that while she found it a very personal question that I was indeed satisfying. 

She continued to tell me that while Laura was apologetic she felt the burning need to ask if she and I were open to a threesome. Trying to avoid being rude Angela asked the girl if her husband would approve of that to which Laura responded that they had an open sexual relationship and that she was sure that he would not only approve but want very badly to sleep with Angela.

I smoothly asked Angela if she found Rob (the intern) attractive to which she quaintly replied that he was indeed hansom. I proceeded to inform her of Rob's compliments of her appearance and told her that I was given the impression that Laura was right and that Rob would enjoy sleeping with her. 

We joked about it for the rest of the car ride home and let it rest for a few days till Angela unexpectedly asked me one night after an intense love making session if I would sleep with Laura if she gave me permission. 

Treading carefully I nonchalantly replied that I would never do anything to jeopardize our relationship. Re-insisting several times that hypothetically speaking she would not be effected by it I finally agreed that I would like to have sex with another woman as long as Angela was ok with it.

A few seconds passed and I asked if she would like to sleep with rob under the same scenario. To which she felt safe enough to reply that she would. I continued by stating that I might enjoy watching her get fucked by another guy. But she asserted that she would be far too embarrassed to have sex with someone else in front of me. Asking if she would like to watch me and Laura, she was unsure if she could be in the same room as two people having sex especially if one of them was me.

A month passed and I had organized a treat for Angela and I, to further push the sexual boundaries of our relationship. I had contacted Rob and gotten information on a swinger's party. I had talked to all the parties involved and told them that Angela and I were new and not really interested in swinging at this point in our relationship but I would like to get her to watch others and possibly be watched to a certain extent.

The party came and Angela and I showed up early a few couples had arrived and soon the party was under way. Angela had no clue it was a swinger's party and after about an hour one couple in the corner dancing rather close caught her eye. As she glanced over at them during our mingled conversations she pointed our to me that the woman's hand had slid into the man's pants and later when their dancing had turned to necking that his hand had slid up her skirt and too her amazement no one seemed to notice.

A few minutes passed and she noticed that another couple had noticed the two in the corner and were watching. Slowly as the man sat in the chair and the woman on the arm, her hand slid down and caressed his crotch. This petting soon gained the man's attention and he turned and started to kiss and suck on his companion's neck.

Angela was in awe at the scene going on around her. I suggested that we go upstairs and start our own party like everyone else. And she jokingly replied that she was having too much fun watching. Soon one of the last two calm couples left for the kitchen and the remaining couple began watching the other two.

It wasn't long before this couple had started making out leaving Angela and I as the last "respectable" couple in the room. Definitely turned on by all the sexual energy in the air but repressing it, Angela suggested that we go into the kitchen with the other couple once the man in the corner dropped his pants and began receiving a hand-job.

Before entering the kitchen we caught hold of a woman with long blond hair strewn across the table with a large brown haired man pounding his cock into her.

Holding Angela around the waist while she watched, in an effort to prevent her from becoming shocked, I told her that I thought this would be enjoyable, assuring her that she didn't have to do anything and these people were comfortable with her watching. I held her as the hot sweaty scene on the kitchen table had her mesmerized.

A minute passed and I slowly kissed the back of her neck. While she watched the other couple rhythmically satisfy each other's burning lust, I slowly caressed her through her clothes. Moving from her stomach to her breasts her hands slowly enveloped mine clenching them. When I finally cupped her breasts she became embarrassed and turned away from the kitchen scene.

I took her by the hand and told her to sit down. Watching the other couples in the living room she could not look away. The woman in the corner was on her knees giving the man a blowjob. The couple on the chair was naked from the waist down and she had climbed on top of him and began riding his cock as he sucked on her erect nipples. The couple that had only started making out was now strewn across the sofa orally satisfying each other.

As she watched and listened to the moaning and groaning and the sea of ecstasy and flesh, I watched her. I asked her if she was all right and she slowly nodded consumed by the scenes around her I slowly slid my hand up her dress and caressed the outer rim of her panties finding them soaked with her juices.

I slowly entered her panties and began to rub her clit. She barely moved, only allowing me to part her legs for better access. As I continued her eyes began to blink shut, her mouth opened slightly and her breathing began to increase. Soon she was digging her fingers into the chair and I began to kiss her knee and slid my head under her dress.

As I kissed up her legs I needed to widen her legs even further to give me full access so I slid my fingers from her vaginal opening and kissed to the lips of her pussy while sliding my hands down her inner thighs and under her legs. Lifting her legs I rested them on the arms of the chair and brought my right hand back to the crotch to help me hold her underwear aside.

While she watched the orgy around us I engulfed myself in her juices slowly lapping around her clit and sucking the secretions of her pussy. As I licked and kissed I felt her body begin to move with me.

A minute passed and I could hear her lightly moaning, trying to contain herself. Her hands fell to my head partially pulling me into her and partly pushing me away. Her legs tried to come down from the arms of the chair but I resisted, her legs coming to rest on my shoulders. Soon it was over and her body began to convulse and shake with climax. I felt her legs relax and drape over my shoulders. Her hands stopped fighting me and began to caress my head though her dress.

When I emerged I found new couples had emerged from the old combinations. One couple had been wrapped in a blanket on the floor and watched Angela as she came, which was why she had been pushing me away. She whispered in my ear that she wanted to go and so I got our coats and helped her slip into hers.

We talked about that evening while laying in bed that night, she had a good time even though she was embarrassed. We had described the different scenes that we saw that night and what interested us in particular, she wasn't sure if she had enjoyed cumming in front of those people or not but she enjoyed watching the others as she came, it made her feel adventurous.

Yesterday she surprised me. We had gone to another office party a week ago and as I later found out Rob had talked with Angela and she had arranged a special evening for me. I came home from work and she told me that she had a surprise for me. Blindfolding me she led me to the bedroom where she began to sensually kiss and undress me slowly each article of clothing was peeled off until finally she stripped me of my boxers and my cock sprang to life.

She sat me on the bed and slowly kissed down my chest and stomach. She avoided my erect penis and caressed and sucked my balls until finally engulfing my penis all the way to its base. After a few minutes she stopped, I thought she was removing her clothes but instead I felt a new pair of lips around my swollen member.

Initially shocked I just let it happen and enjoyed it. After another few minutes she returned and began kissing me and removed my blindfold. To my slight surprise the girl brilliantly sucking on my cock was Laura. Angela asked me if I liked my surprise to which I had no choice but to respond that she was the best girlfriend. Laura stopped sucking and rolled a condom onto my cock then began to climb on top of me, as Angela lay at my side she told me to fuck Laura as if it was her. And as she began to kiss me Laura lowered herself onto my cock, and we both let out a moan.

I put one arm around Angela and the other on Laura's hip as she began sliding back and forth I mimicked her motion. Thanks to the condom I was able to last quite a while. Laura managed to cum before riding me to my own climax. After which she dismounted and removed the condom, shutting the door behind her she went to the bathroom to clean up. 

Massaging my genitals Angela told me that she had one other surprise but she wanted to make sure I was ok with it first. Asking her what it was she told me that Rob was in the other room and she told him that with my permission he could fuck her. I told her that as long as I got to watch I would love to see her enjoy herself as much as I just did and she kissed me and left for the other room.

In a few seconds she emerged from the other room with Rob and Laura. Laura sat in a chair across the room while I lay on the bed. Rob stood behind Angela and began to slowly remove her clothing while kissing her neck and ear. Soon she was naked and she removed his clothes. After dropping his pants to the floor Rob began to suck on her breasts and message her ass. I noticed when his pants fell that Rob's penis was bigger then mine but thinner, that both worried me and reassured me at the same time.

Soon they began to kiss and Angela took her eyes off me for the first time. He pushed her back toward the bed and as they lied down, him on top of her I will admit I was a little jealous but excited. 

She looked at me while Rob put on a condom and mouthed, "are you sure?" I mouthed back "I'm sure" and rob entered her pussy slowly. Her mouth opened and she looked at Rob then again at me and put a hand on my cheek as Rob slowly thrust into her. I kissed her and Rob began to pick up speed, she tried to continue kissing me but could not help to gasp occasionally or let out a moan.

The bed shook as He continually pound into my wife's wet flesh soaking our sheets with sweat and their fluids. She placed one hand on his chest and looked into my eyes, she was enjoying this, and I could see in her eyes that with each thrust she wanted me more and more. 

Soon Rob couldn't hold it any longer and with a load grunt he came, pulling out he walked across the room and disposed of the condom and walked to his wife in the corner, when he pulled out Angela rolled over to me kissing me and messaging my genitals told me that it was my turn. Eagerly I got on top of her and threw her legs onto my shoulders, sliding me cock deep inside her and she let out a moan.

As I fondled and kissed her breasts, Laura and Rob pleasuring each other orally took my former place on the bed. I held Angela's hot sweat soaked body close to mine and she stared into my eyes and I rammed my rock hard cock in and out of her dripping wet pussy. Having already cum I was full of endurance but being pleasured by two men in one night was too much for her to handle and She came around my cock squeezing every inch with her tight hole. The pressure and her screaming were too much for me to handle and I filled her pussy with my juices. We both collapsed to the bed exhausted. 

The next morning I awoke to see all four of us in a mound of naked flesh; bodies entangled with Laura's hand on my genitals, Angela's head against my chest her arm around my waist and Rob spooned with her from behind.

Monogamy For Swingers



(Note to Reader: This accounting of events is based on real-life experiences. If the adventures here inspire you and your SO to expand your own intimate relationships, feel free to add your personal anecdotes to the comments section at the end of this story.)

*

It was an accident. I thought our door was the second one from the end. It wasn't. The door I opened was Bill and Charlene's door, and Charlene was buck naked, stepping out of her panties, her brown slit peeking out between the white cheeks of her ass, her large, heavy tits dangling like coconuts.

"Roger! I'm naked!"


"Sorry," I stammered, unable to move. "It was an accident."

"Whatever," she sighed, picking up her panties off the floor. She stood up, cradling her tits under one arm while attempting to cover them with the other. She was unsuccessful. "Just get out of here before your wife catches you."

I took one last look at Charlene's overflowing curves before making my retreat, the sight of her pendulous breasts and flowery pussy tattooed to my brain for life. Back out in the hall, I caught my breath, and realized my knees were shaking. What had I done? Charlene and I always had a sort of flirty banter going on, as did her husband Bill and my wife Sally, but nothing like this had ever happened. Had I just ruined it? 

We still had two days to go on our summer respite, which was a long weekend at a cheap bed and breakfast in the mountains, but this bunkhouse style joint didn't exactly lend itself to privacy. There was only one bathroom on the second floor, the bedroom walls were paper-thin, and all the doors looked the same, with those old-fashioned thumb-latches that don't lock on the inside.

I found our door, peeked in to make sure I wasn't about to see somebody else naked, and sat down on the bed. Closing my eyes, all I could see was Charlene's naked body, her pendulous breasts, her hourglass waist, her wide hips and long legs. I grabbed my dick, which was stiff as a board. Great I thought to myself. I'm supposed to meet the girls down at the pool, and now I've got a raging hard-on. I knew seeing Charlene in a bikini would only make matters worse, so I whipped out my cock. 

I grabbed a kleenex off the night stand, pulled my shirt up to my armpits, shoved my jeans and shorts down to my ankles, and started stroking, imagining Charlene's coconut tits dangling against my chest. It only took thirty seconds before the first glob of cum was shooting out of my aching cock.

That's when door swung open and Charlene barged in. "Oh Jesus!" she gasped, just as the second squirt was arcing through the air. "I was going to ask you for the Coppertone, but never mind." She turned on her heel and headed down the hall, slamming the door behind her. 

I grunted out the last few drops of jizz, that sick feeling of dread seeping into my stomach. Would Charlene tell my wife right away, or hold it over my head, blackmailing me into re-landscaping her yard, or building her a carport? She always did have a way of getting what she wanted out of men, which seemed to be the norm for beautiful women with big tits.

I showed up at the pool a few minutes later. Char and my wife were side by side on their stomachs, sunning themselves, and Bill was doing slow, deliberate laps in the turquoise water. 

"You brought the Lotion?" my wife asked, peeking up at me from her spot on the chaise lounge. Her demeanor suggested that Charlene hadn't yet spilled the beans. I breathed a sigh of relief, as I dripped some Coppertone onto my wife's slender back. "Hey Char," my wife asked, "there's no one else around, right?"

"I don't see anybody" Char replied.

"I was just thinking of undoing my top."

"Would you like that Roger, if we undid our tops?" Char gave me a knowing glance.

"Of course he would," my wife giggled. "He's a pervert."

"You don't say," Charlene smirked. 

I unclipped my wife's top and finished doing her back, tormented by Charlene's tan body and the knowledge of what lay beneath her bikini.

"Can he do me now?" Charlene asked innocently. 

"I guess so," my wife said. "As long as he doesn't touch anything he's not supposed to." 

I moved over next to Charlene. She peeked up at me. "Go ahead pervert. Undo my top." I did, with my fingers trembling and my heart racing. After I got the clip loose, I slid the straps off her shoulders and watched in awe as the white sides of her breasts inched into view. The lotion came next. I was very careful not to let my perverted fingers slither too close to where they didn't belong.

"You missed a spot," Charlene said, looking back at me. Then she pulled her arms up, revealing even more of the sides of her smooshed out tits. I let my hands slide down to her white, forbidden softness, and she sighed quietly. 

"Your husband has such soft hands," Charlene said coyly. "Is it okay if he does my butt?"

"That depends," my wife said, pondering the situation. "Can your husband do my butt?"

"You're cool with that, aren't you Roger?" Charlene grinned, lifting her shoulder and almost showing me her big brown nipple. 

I nodded, relieved that I'd jerked off before trying to endure this tease-fest. I slid my hands down onto Charlene's hips, edging closer to her butt cheeks, when suddenly she reached behind her and jerked her bikini way up into the crack of her ass. "How's that, pervert?"

"Cool," I said, letting my hands slide down onto her soft cheeks. I couldn't help but peek between her legs at her brown, puffy mounds, which were leaking out of the crotch of her bikini. She opened her legs wider and flinched her hips to meet my touch. I let my thumbs slip down her ass cheeks, almost to her anus. She gasped quietly. 

"All right," Bill said, his booming voice appearing out of nowhere. "What's going on here?" Bill is one of those big guys, the kind you would much rather have as a friend than an enemy.

"We're putting lotion on each other's butts," Charlene said cheerfully, "and you get to do Sally."

"I'd be glad to do Sally," Bill guffawed. "But right here, on the lawn? Isn't it illegal to fuck in public?"

"Nobody's laughing, Bill," Char snapped, in her annoying monotone. Bill ignored her, snatching the Coppertone bottle from me and kneeling next to my wife.

"Hey," Bill said, looking over at me, "how come my wife's ass is showing, but Sally's isn't?"

"Oh my God," Sally gasped, peeking over at Charlene's naked ass. "This is turning into an orgy." But that didn't stop her from pulling her bikini bottoms up just like Char's. I couldn't help but wonder if her twin mounds were showing the way Charlene's were, but what could I do? I mean, in all fairness, Bill should get to see my wife totally naked, just to make things even.

I watched out of the corner of my eye as Bill's big hands caressed every inch of my wife's round ass. She seemed to be enjoying it, letting out little gasps and undulating her hips in a barely perceptible way. When his thumbs disappeared between her legs - and stayed there - her ass shot up into the air, hovering until his thick fingers retreated. 

"How's that," Bill said, finishing her off with a tender slap on the left cheek. She let out a little yelp, followed by a long, raggedy sigh. By this time, the jealousy was beginning to turn my stomach into knots, but my angst was interrupted by the raucous sound of voices. 

"Damn," Bill drawled, "looks like the party's over." The ladies quickly readjusted their bikini bottoms while Bill and I re-clipped their tops. It was just in time, as the interminable racket of children descended upon us like locusts during a plague.

"Cannonball!" a fat adolescent boy shouted as he splashed into the pool. 

"Oh my God," my wife muttered under her breath. A few minutes later, we were gathering our things. As we were trudging back up to our rooms, a lanky bearded dude, gave my wife a long, sultry stare, which surprised me, since Charlene is usually the one who gets all the attention. 

"Check it out," I whispered to my wife. "That dude has a hard-on for you."

"Shut up, pervert!"

********

We were upstairs in our room, waiting our turn to take a shower. I figured I might fare better if I told my wife about my little accident with Charlene, rather than letting her hear about it later. (They say honesty is the best policy. I have no idea who 'they' are, but I doubt that 'they' are married.)

"Honey," I said, as I was unhooking my wife's top.

"Not now, Baby," she said, squirming away from me.

"It's not that. It's um.. it's..."

"It's what?" she said, turning around to face me, her tender white tits staring me in the face.

"Well... um... right before I came down to the pool, I accidentally walked in on Charlene when she was getting changed."

"You what!" she hissed, planting her hands on her hips.

"It was an accident. You know how these doors all look the same? Plus, they don't lock."


"Oh God," she sighed. "Well, what did you see? Was she in her underwear?"

I took a deep breath, staring at the floor. "She was naked, stepping out of her panties.

"Naked!" she gasped, giving me the death glare.

"But that's not the worst of it."


"It's not? What could possibly be worse than you seeing Bill's wife naked? Did you fuck her?"

"No honey, I didn't fuck her."

"Well, what did you do, eat her pussy? Get a blow job? I'm dying to know."

I could almost see the steam coming out of her ears. "I didn't do anything with her," I whined, realizing that I was going to lose this one, no matter what I said. But, like a fool, I continued digging my hole deeper. "I apologized, and then I came back in here to get ready to go down to the pool to meet you guys, but I had an erection, and it wouldn't go away, so I jerked off."


"And why are you telling me this?"

"Because Charlene walked in on me, and saw me squirting cum all over my stomach."

My wife just stood there, fuming. The silence was deafening. Finally, she composed herself. "We're packing up and going home, right this instant. I knew this trip was a bad idea."


"Honey, this trip was your idea. And anyway, she was cool with it."


"Oh really?" my wife said, in a controlled but dangerous sort of way. "So now you and Charlene are keeping secrets from me, getting naked together and watching each other jerk off? And you expect me to just pretend like everything is fine and dandy? You're sick, you know it? You're a sick perverted motherfucker, and ... and... I hate you!" She turned her back and started sobbing quietly. 

I put my arms around her and held her, feeling her soft butt pressed against my dick. "You know I love you honey," I said, trying to calm her down. "That's why I told you about it, so there would be no secrets between us." I waited a few moments for the tears to pass. Finally, she caught her breath.

"I love you too Baby," she sniffled, "but I get jealous. Especially if you're jerking off to another woman."

"We all have our fantasies. That doesn't mean they have to come true."

"I don't have fantasies about other men."

"Really?" I said, sensing an opening. "You didn't get aroused when Bill was putting lotion on your butt?"


"Well..." she thought about it for a moment. "I guess I liked it. But it wasn't sexual. It just felt nice."


"I saw how you bucked your hips when his hands went down between your legs."


"You saw that?" She sighed, and let out a nervous giggle. "Busted." She turned around to face me, her little pink nipples all puckered and stiff. "So what do we do now?"

"Make love?" I said, as my thumbs hooked her bikini bottom and started inching it down her springy butt.

"Dammit Roger, that's not what I meant." She slapped my hands away, and took her bikini bottoms off herself, without my help. "What I meant was, how do we repair the damage to our relationship, and the relationship we have with Charlene and Bill?"

I looked at her perfect body, in all its naked glory, and the answer was obvious.

"You let Bill see you naked, and we're halfway back to being even."

"The other half would be me seeing Bill jerking off and shooting cum all over his stomach? Oh, that's a great plan." She stomped over to the closet to find her robe.

"One might lead to the other."

"You're beyond hope, Roger," she said, as she pulled her sheer fake-silk robe off the hanger and draped it over nakedness. "Who's in the shower right now, anyway?"

"I think Bill's, in the shower." Then it hit me. "Honey, that's it! We'll listen for when Bill leaves the shower, and then you walk out into the hall, with your robe accidentally open, just like it is now." 

"Easy for you to say," she said, standing there with her robe dangling open. 

"Have you got a better idea?"

"No," she hung her head. 

I grabbed her toiletries bag and a towel and handed them to her. "Shhhh! That's him, leaving the bathroom. Go! Now!" I jerked the door open and shoved her gently into the hall, her robe trailing behind her like a cape. I watched as she made a little circle and zoomed right back into our room, with a freaked out look on her face.


"Shit!" she hissed. "That wasn't Bill, that was the guy from down at the pool! The one you thought had a hard-on for me." She stood there gasping, like she was about to sneeze.

"Are you okay honey?" I asked, grabbing her shoulders.

"Oh my God," she moaned, as she pressed her palm against her mound. She gasped a couple of times, and I recognized what was happening. "Ohhhhh" she warbled, as the orgasm hit. Her hips vibrated, her tits shimmied, and she let out one of those hoarse little yelps she does when she's getting off. She backed up against the dresser and I held her till it passed. 

"That was cool," I said, marveling at my sweet wife, who can, indeed, cum at the drop of a hat. It had been happening since the first time we got intimate, years ago. As soon as I got my hand inside her panties, she was cumming all over the back seat of my Chevy.

"It wasn't cool, it was out of control," she panted, trying to catch her breath. "When that guy saw me naked, I felt it down there," she looked down at her trimmed bush, "and it just took over. I didn't even have to touch myself." Then her hand was sliding down her tummy. When she reached her clit, she gave it a little nudge, and another spasm wracked her body.


"Are you done?" I asked, rubbing her shoulders, trying to calm her down. "Do you need more?" Knowing Sally, one orgasm can lead to a whole string of them, depending on her biorhythms, among other things.

"I think I'm done," she said softly. 

I pulled her robe closed, trying to act like her big protector dude, when I didn't have a clue what made her tick. How could I protect her if she had uncontrollable orgasms? On the other hand, is that such a bad thing? 

As I considered our little crises, I realized that, once again, my wife's sexual energy had given me the break I needed to get out of the doghouse. "So, honey, if you had an orgasm because some guy saw you naked, and I had an orgasm because I saw Charlene naked, wouldn't that make us even?"

She thought about it for a moment, and then let out a long sigh. "I guess so," she admitted, giving me a weak smile. Then she faced me, and we kissed, softly, tenderly, our bodies touching, our arms around each other, my hands slipping down onto her ass.

"Don't ruin it!" she giggled as she squirmed free. Then she grabbed her stuff and traipsed down the hall to the bathroom, with her robe cinched up tight as a nun's habit.

******

With the Char incident resolved, next on the agenda was the gift shops. Of course, two guys going to gift shops with two women will invariably turn into two guys listening to "I need a new outfit" for the duration of the excursion.

Sally found a cute little yellow sun dress, but the cleavage was cut so low, her bra would have shown, so she had to go without. 

A word about Sally's tits: Sally never goes bra-less in public anymore. Her tits aren't spectacular like Char's, but they bounce in a profoundly sexual way. When she walks, every man who sees her notices her tits bouncing, and they imagine how her tits would bounce if they were fucking her. They stop in their tracks. they ignore their wives to catch a look, they wreck their cars, which is why Sally quit going bra-less a long time ago. It just became too stressful. 

A word about Char's tits: Char is a walking ad for bras. Without a bra, the centrifugal force of Char's tits would make it impossible for her to walk in a straight line, what with one tit dangling in one direction, and the other doing the opposite. Okay, I exaggerate, but you get the picture. Anyway, this phenomenon meant that Char had to pick out a sun dress that would accommodate one of her heavy duty bras, since without one, the front of the dress would undoubtedly rip out.

She chose a lipstick red number with a plunging neckline, and the whole rest of the day was a complete jiggle-fest, with Sally's fuck-me tits doing their little dance every time she moved, and Char's fuck-me-harder tits vibrating like twin bowls of tapioca pudding riding on a roller-coaster. 

After getting some burgers, we found a little joint to shoot some pool, which was quite thrilling, considering that the lady's dresses were not quite long enough for them to be bending over a pool table. 

"Sally!" Charlene would say in her tattle-tale voice, "My husband's checking out your ass."

"Char!" Sally would say, "Roger thinks your tits are going to fall out of your top."

In spite of their fake protests, the ladies seemed to enjoy the attention, making sure every guy in the bar knew the color of their thongs. Bill and I were having a ball watching our wives acting like white trash whores. I was ready to fuck Sally right then and there, but the girls had other plans. 

My wife, the brochure collector, announced we would be attending The Hollis Mystery Mansion Dinner Theater. Bill and I shrugged. After what the girls had done in the pool hall, the least we could do was go along with their corny idea of entertainment. We caught the early performance. It was cute, but quaint, in a rinky-dink sort of way. They did have a live piano player, and a heroine with big tits, but the real entertainment was sitting right at our table.

The tables seated six. Since we were back a ways in line, we ended up sharing a table with an older couple. They were facing the stage, we sat at the sides of the table. As the show dragged on, Sally realized that if she positioned herself at the perfect angle, and hunched her shoulders just so, the old guy could peek into the cleavage of her new dress see her right nipple. Charlene caught on, but she was sitting on the other side, next to the old guy's wife, so there wasn't much she could do, other than puff her cleavage way out by folding her arms on the table and then resting her tits on top.

During intermission, when the guy's wife left the table to go smoke a cigarette, Charlene managed to catch her dress on the back of the chair when she got up to stretch, and while she stood there jawing with Sally, the guy had a perfect view of her exposed ass for a good five minutes. 

"Did you see his face?" Charlene laughed, as we headed down the sidewalk after the show. "His eyes were so bugged out, I thought he was going to explode."

"You are so bad," Sally giggled.

"Bad?" Charlene raised her eyebrows. "Showing a guy your nipple, now that's bad."

"Hey Sally" Bill butted in, "I've never seen your nipple. Why does some stranger get to see your nipple and I don't?"

"Bill?" Charlene yawned, "don't start."

"Look at it this way," Sally said, laying her hand on Bill's brawny forearm, "anyone can see my nipple if they try hard enough, but only you and Roger get to play with my bare ass."

"Hmmm..."

"Happy now, Bill?" Charlene asked, mashing her tit up against his side as she clutched him tighter. 




Monogamy For Swingers



We stepped into a coffee place, giving the girls yet another opportunity to act like flirty sluts, and then Bill suggested we head over to the next town to watch the dirt-track races.

"Or," Sally said, with a twinkle in her eye, "we could do something a little more, shall I say, intimate?"

Char cast me an annoyed look. "What's she talking about, Roger?"

"Hey, don't look at me. I haven't got a clue, but if Sally wants to do it, so do I."

"I'm up for it," Bill grinned.

"Well," Sally intoned, acting very business like, "that's three to one. Are you coming Char, or do you want to go back to the B & B?"

"I'm not letting Bill out of my sight," Char said, grabbing his arm and jerking him to her side.

We piled into our CRV, drove out to the highway, cruised a couple of miles and then turned down a winding two lane road, taking a left here, a right there. 

"Are we going cow-tipping?" Char asked, sounding totally disgusted. "Shouldn't we be wearing jeans and cowboy hats for that?"

"It should be right around this corner," My wife said, all excited like a little kid. I slowed down, took the turn, and there before us was a picture perfect log cabin with a small carved wood sign: "Oasis Hot tubs." A string of Christmas lights meandered from the side door of the cabin back into the darkness. There were glimmers of light in the forest behind the cabin, reminding me of a campground in the middle of the night when only the hardcore partiers are still up.

"What is this?" Charlene asked, a little annoyed sounding. "Are we going hot tub shopping at eight o'clock on a Saturday night?"

"Don't get your panties all in a bunch, Char." My wife handed her the brochure, which she read aloud.

"Oasis Hot Tubs. Nestled in the woods. Rent your own redwood hot tub by the hour. Complete privacy under the stars. Wine served on site."

"Interesting," Char said, catching my eye in the rearview mirror. "I wonder if they supply swim suits, because I didn't bring one. Did you, Hon?" she asked Bill.

"Maybe we don't need them," he said with a chuckle. I looked over at my wife, who gave me a sheepish grin.

We parked next to about a half a dozen other cars and traipsed over to the cabin entrance. A brass bell attached to the door tinkled as we walked in, and a rasta-haired hippie dude appeared from the back room.

"Whassup dudes?"

"I'm Sally. I called earlier?"

"Ah yes, Sally mon," the rasta-hippie dude smiled, leering at her sexy cleavage. "Did you want the wine too?" He looked up, caught sight of Charlene, and forgot all about my wife.

"Wine?" Sally asked, looking back at us.

"Got any beer?" Bill asked, looking a little disappointed. 

"Just wine, dude." 

We took the wine, and the four fluffy towels he handed us, and headed out the side door and up the christmas light trail. In the darkness, we could hear the faint murmurs of hushed conversation and the lilting strains of new age music drifting through the trees. 

"Dude!" Bill whispered, grabbing my arm. He pointed, and through the trees we saw the silhouette of a naked woman sitting up on the deck of a hot tub, her tit's all shiny in the moonlight like the silver mud-flap girl you see on the back of big rigs.

"Cool," I said, trying not to let the girls hear us.

"What's up?" my wife asked, stopping a couple of paces ahead of us.

"Squirrel," Bill said hastily. He started walking again, but the ladies would have none of it.


"I love squirrels," Char squeaked. "Show me the squirrel."


"Damn," Bill sighed. "It's gone." 

"Oh my God!" Char gasped, catching sight of the naked lady. Char pointed her out to my wife, and they both just stood there staring, murmuring to each other quietly. That's when we realized there was a head bobbing between her legs. The woman arched her back. She...

"I hope these hot tubs have a good filtration system," Char said, jerking on Bill's arm and leading him up the trail.

"They'd have to," I said, hoping to avert an aborted adventure. "The health department would be all over them if they didn't."

"Does this little county even have a health department?" Char asked, but it didn't matter, because we had just reached hot tub number seven.

Number seven was in a little redwood grove. The hot tub was above ground, with steps leading up, a deck around the perimeter, and a little table for our drinks. There were amber lights recessed into the railing, and four canvas-and-wood deck chairs.

"I love it!" Sally said in a hushed voice, as she bounded up the steps. She undid the top button on her new dress, but then she stopped. "The wine! Do you think we should pour the wine first?" Without waiting for an answer, she snatched to bottle from my hands, popped the cork, which the rasta-hippie dude had been kind enough to unscrew for us, and filled the four plastic stemware glasses with Red Truck red wine, (which is darned good, by the way.)

"Should we make a toast?"

"To hot tubs!" Bill said, leering at my wife, who's tit's were on the verge of falling out of her unbuttoned dress.

"And friends," said Charlene, in a rare moment of non-sarcasm.

"And squirrels," I said, in a veiled reference to having oral sex in a hot tub.

"And bubbles," my wife said, for lack of anything better. We clinked glasses, and then there was an awkward silence.

"Well," I said, "I suppose at some point we'll have to get undressed." I bent down to untie my shoes, and Bill did the same.

"Do we need to, you know, like, close our eyes, or turn around, or anything like that?" my wife asked, looking a little worried.

"Don't be silly," Char said, kicking off her sandals. "We're all adults. We know what the opposite sex looks like." She turned her back to Bill, probably so he could undo her dress, but he was busy watching my wife and didn't even notice

"I've got an idea," I said. "Why don't we undress each other, like today at the pool with the lotion."

"Why am I not surprised that you'd have an idea like that?" Char asked, giving me an amused glance.

"I'm cool with that," said Bill. 

Sally gave me a worried look. "But that's as far as it goes, right? Roger and I are monogamous, just so you don't get the wrong idea."

"Bill and I are too, aren't we Bill?" Charlene shot him an accusatory glance. "Is there something I need to know, Bill?"


"No, hon. We're cool."

"Alrighty then," Char said, with a sarcastic smile, "I'll go first." She set down her wine glass, took a step towards me, and if I'm not mistaken, she puffed out her chest a little more than normal. "Roger, will you do the honors?" I got up, wondering where to start with her new sun dress. She must've read my mind. "There's a clip in the back, and some buttons, and you might as well unhook my bra while you're at it." She spun around, and my trembling fingers found the clip at the top seam of the dress. 

I undid the buttons carefully so her dress wouldn't fall off until she turned around again, and then I unhooked her heavy-duty bra, which jumped a couple of inches lower as soon as it was loose. She turned around to face me, and I tried to lift the dress off while leaving the bra, but it didn't work. I watched in awe as her bra slithered off her tits, snagging on her puffy brown nipples. 

"Sorry," I stammered, as I carefully peeled the bra off her. She held her arms out enough so I could fish the straps off, and then I gathered the dress, pulled it down her tan legs, and she stepped out of it. Her coconut tits looked even more splendid dangling just inches from my face. The nipples were as big as my little finger, like scrumptious little mini-chocolates from the movie theater snack bar.

"Cool," I said, staring at her white thong. As I got down on one knee, I could already smell her woman odor, which had been brewing since our showers right before lunch. I peeled the straps of her thong down, stretching them so they wouldn't get caught up on her ample ass. As her bush inched into view, her legs opened just a bit more, and her smell bloomed, like a fresh, spring flower. Her odor was similar to my wife's but a bit darker perhaps, with a touch of skunk to it.

That's when I realized I was almost totally erect. But what could I do? Excuse myself so I could go jerk off behind a tree? I sighed, and gave her thong a little tug, freeing it from her crotch, where it appeared it might have been stuck. Her hips flinched, and she let out a little gasp.

"Happy now?" Charlene asked, looking down at me while I stared up at her art nouveau snatch. She was totally waxed down there, with just a small tuft of hair where her bush should have been. Her lips were frilly and yet full, her slit long and smooth, and it was all I could do to keep from diving in and licking her into oblivion.

As soon as I stood up, she grabbed the bottom of my T-shirt. With one swift move, she whipped it over her head, which made her breasts do a cute little dance in the moonlight. Then she undid my belt, my jeans, my fly, and whipped my jeans, and shorts clear down to my knees.

"Roger has a hard-on," she said in a sing-songy voice.

"Roger!" my wife whined. "Why do you always have to be such a pervert?"

"Because it's fun?" I answered. I let Char help me step out of my jeans, and then she handed them to me as if they had cooties. While I draped my clothes on the railing, she dipped a toe into the steaming water. 

"Perfect!" she exclaimed, as she eased into the hot tub, her tits rising up to the surface as her body submerged. I followed her in, sitting sort of next to her, but far enough away so that it wouldn't be inappropriate.

We watched as Bill approached Sally. She stood there, arms at her side, almost vibrating with anticipation. His clumsy fingers reached for her buttons, starting at the bottom of the dress and working his way to the top. My wife's eyes were wide, her face frozen in a look of wonder as he undid the last button and peeled her dress open. He dragged the fabric across her nipples, making her tits jump ever so slightly. I saw her hips twitch. 

"Cool", Char whispered, as Bill slid the dress down her white shoulders, at which point it fluttered to the deck like a parachute with no jumper attached to it. She didn't even bother stepping out of it. She just stood there while he gently eased her panties off her butt, leaving her bush hidden. At this point, I felt a foot sliding up my leg. I looked over at Char, who grinned back at me. Then the foot continued up between my legs, till it found my cock. 

"Oh my God!" Sally gasped, as Bill jerked her panties clear down to her ankles in one fell swoop. She pinched her legs together, gasped a couple of times, said "sneeze" in a pitiful voice, and then the convulsion passed. When it was over, she grabbed the railing for balance.

"You okay?" Bill asked, unaware of my wife's spontaneous orgasms.

"Allergies," she sniffed as a second spasm twitched her tummy. "Damn!" She gasped for a few moments, trying to catch her breath. Finally, she approached him and tried to pull his shirt off, but he had to do it for her, since he's quite a bit taller than she is. As we watched my naked wife fumble with Bill's belt, Char's foot pinned my dick against my stomach and started methodically pushing on it and then letting up. I opened my leg wider, which gave her a better angle. Now, her foot was not only pulsating against my dick, it was also raking it slowly up and down.

Meanwhile, Sally managed to get Bill's pants undone, but when his huge dick popped out, she lost it again. "Oh shit!" she moaned, letting go of his jeans and crunching her stomach to accommodate her third mini-orgasm. She let out another fake sneeze, pinching her legs together and pressing her palm against her mound.

"You okay, honey?" I asked, wondering if perhaps I should rescue her. But what could I do? She was supposed to be undressing Bill, and if I interrupted, it would have been seen as jealousy - not cool in a hot tub in the middle of the forest.

While Sally caught her breath, Bill stepped out of his jeans and shorts and stood there naked, his ridiculous horse dick hanging at a lazy angle. I noticed Sally staring at it, and fearing another eruption, invited her into the tub. 

"I saved a spot here for you," I said, reaching out my hand to help her. She gave me a sheepish look as she stumbled into the tub. A moment later, she was snuggled up next to me, her hand slithering across my thigh and clamping onto my dick.

"Well, that was fun, wasn't it?" Char said, all cheerful. Bill waded into the tub like a cow into a stream, and slung his arm around her shoulder. She gave him a sultry look, and I suspect her hand was doing the exact same thing to him as my wife's hand was doing to me. She looked over at us. "Sally, this is great. Thank you for bringing us up here. Have you two been here before?"

"No," Sally sighed, still recovering from her orgasms. "I just found the brochure, and thought it might be something interesting to do." 

I gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and she giggled. 

Char turned to her husband. "I know Bill's enjoying it, aren't you honey." She snuggled closer to him, and I saw the muscles in her arm working a steady rhythm.

"Careful!" he winced. "I'm about to shoot."

Sally gave me a startled look, but what were we to do? The sex part was more or less inevitable. Although we had been pretending nothing would happen, of course, we knew something would happen. We just didn't know quite how to orchestrate it.

Char looked over at us. "Is it okay if I... you know?"

"Sure," Sally said, her hand tightening on my cock. "No problem. Do you want us to close our eyes?"

"Don't be silly," Char giggled. "Bill loves showing off his big dick." She hopped up on the ledge and grabbed him by the shoulders. "Come on Baby, come to mama." He sat up next to her, his horse dick pointing at the stars, and she dove her head into his lap.


"Oh fuck," he grinned, looking over at us. 

The sight of Charlene's tits dangling, her legs open and her snatch hanging out, it was all too much. "Honey?" I said quietly. 

"What is it Baby? Do you need to cum in my mouth?"

"Yeah," I blurted, humping her hand under water. She eased up onto the ledge, dragging my dick with her, and when we were situated, she took me into her mouth. 

"Oh Christ," I moaned, reaching absentmindedly for her left tit. I was already on the verge of cumming, and her hand snaking up under my balls and into the crack of my ass sent me right over the edge. As my cum shot into Sally's mouth, I caught Char's eye. About every third or fourth bob or her head, she had been glancing our way, and the timing was perfect. 

Perhaps sensing my orgasm, Char pulled her hand out from between Bill's legs and crammed it against her pussy, burying her middle finger between her wrinkled folds. Then she removed her finger and swiped it under her nose. Seeing this seemed to take me to another level, and I managed to squeeze out yet another spurt of jizz.

Fortunately, Sally was too busy swallowing my cum to notice Char's antics, but I still felt guilty. Even with Sally's tit in my hand, and her mouth on my cock, my desire for Char was undeniable. In fact, it was freakin' scary. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on my sweet wife, but it was hopeless.

"How was that, honey?" Sally asked, the look of utter devotion on her face making me feel like a total jerk. The glob of cum dripping down her chin was a nice touch, but it only added to the guilt I felt over lusting after Char. 

"That was cool," I sighed, caressing her shoulder and fondling her breast.

The sound of Charlene gagging interrupted our little love fest, and we both turned to watch as Bill reamed her throat with his spurting horse dick. 

"It's so big," Sally whispered.

"Careful honey. You're going to give me a complex."

"Oh baby," she giggled, hugging me tight, "don't think that way. You're my only one, forever and always." She slid up my chest and kissed me, cummy mouth and all, and I kissed her back, proving to her that I loved her enough to taste my own semen, which was a first for us.

By this time, Char was milking Bill's slimy dick like a farmer milking a cow, catching the last few oozing drops of jizz with her tongue. 

"Yummy," she said, giving us a flirty smile.

"Wine, anyone?" Sally asked in a feeble voice. She got out, re-poured the glasses, and we eased back into the water.

"That was cool," Char said, snuggled up to Bill, who had that peaceful, Sunday afternoon football look on his face. She gave him a smooch on the cheek and then looked over at us. "Have you guys done this before? You know, been naked with another couple?"

"No," I said. "We're first-timers. The whole monogamy thing makes it complicated."

"What's complicated?" Char asked. "Monogamy is defined as having sex with one person exclusively. But sex is defined as procreation, so as long as the mechanism for procreation is not involved, you can be as kinky as you want but still remain monogamous." 

"Makes sense to me," Sally said, nodding her head. "So, have you done this before?"

"In another life," Char said quietly.

"You'll have to tell me about that other life sometime," Bill said, sounding a little jealous.

"It was experimentation, more than it was a relationship thing," she said. "We all do silly things when we're in college."

"What kind of silly things?" Sally asked, sounding genuinely interested.

"Oh, the usual," Char said, glancing at her fingernails, "Two guys, one girl. Two girls, one guy. Let's see." She paused to think. "Um... three drunk girls at a frat house wet T-shirt contest doing things to each other that they'd never think of doing in the privacy of their own bedrooms, although a catsup bottle is still useful in a pinch. Need I go on?"

"Yes!" Bill said forcefully.

"Tell you what Bill. Next time you're too tired for sex, I'll tell you all about it."

"That works for me" he grinned, giving his wife a squeeze.

"Cool," Sally said, taking my hand and squeezing it tight. "We've never done anything like that. Or at least I haven't. Have you, Roger?"

"Of course not. You were my first and only love."

"Shut up!" she giggled, pinching my dick playfully. 

As we settled deeper into the water, I couldn't help but anticipate the feel of Char's foot sliding up my leg. Obviously, she wasn't afraid to push the boundaries of monogamy, but getting Sally to go along would have been tricky. Just as I was pondering the situation, Char suggested the next step.

"One thing I did learn from a girl in college is that you can have one hell of an orgasm by getting it on with the water jets of a hot tub."


"Really?" my wife asked, sitting up high enough in the water so that her tits popped out, eliciting a huge grin from Bill.

"Really," Char said, feeling around the edge of the tub. "Right here. You guys scoot over. Bill, get in the middle and hold me up." 

With Bill standing to our left, she leaned back into his arms, opened her legs and hooked her ankles on the right edge of the tub. "Oh yeah," she moaned, letting out a guttural giggle. "That'll work." She arched her back and closed her eyes, and in seconds she was grinning like a kid at Christmas.


Her orgasm started about two minutes later, shaking her whole body, jiggling her splayed out tits, and rippling her soft tummy. "Oh yes!" she gasped, grabbing her nipples. The orgasm seemed to last for a couple of minutes. It was hard to tell, the way it would ramp up, and then ramp down, and then ramp up again. Finally, when she'd had enough, she pulled her feet off the ledge and sank back into the water, gasping for air.

Sally and I sat there, dumbfounded. We'd never seen another woman have an orgasm before, except on DVD, and it was quite impressive in person. 

"Go on, honey," I said, giving her a little shove. "You do it."




Monogamy For Swingers



"I'm embarrassed," she said, but I could tell she wanted to do it.

"Don't be embarrassed honey," Char said dreamily. "Bill's totally in love with your tits, and that's all we'll see." Bill grinned at my wife, which made her blush slightly.


"Oh, alright, I'll try it. But no laughing, okay?" She found the spot, I held her up, and thirty seconds later she was having her first orgasm. "Oh no," she moaned as her delicate body vibrated uncontrollably. This went on for at least five minutes, each orgasm getting more violent then the next. Finally, near the end, she was totally out of control, pinching her nipples and thrashing her head back and forth. And every time I'd think she was done, she'd look over at Bill, and then another orgasm would hit her.

Finally, she gave it up, and we cuddled under the water, feeling a little foolish, or good, or something we couldn't quite define. After a few minutes, Char climbed out and fetched what was left of the wine, giving me yet another dangling coconut view. We finished off the wine and stared up at the stars, reflecting on the beauty of the night.

Now and then, one of us would climb out of the water for a brief respite from the heat, and the rest of us would notice that person's exquisite body in the moonlight. It was like we were all beautiful to each other, in an uncompromising and natural way, without any pretense or façade hiding who we really were. It was a very peaceful feeling, the sharing of the intimacy and the total surrender to our carnal desires.

Before we knew it, the bubbles shut off and our hour was up. We dried ourselves off in the moonlight, stealing little glances at each other's nakedness. I thought about the possibility of us dressing each other the same way we undressed each other, but before I managed to blurt it out, Sally was pulling up her thong, and Bill was hooking Char's bra. Oh well, maybe next time.

*******

I awoke the next morning with a hand cradling my cock. I opened my eyes, thinking perhaps I was in bed with Char, but it was Sally. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and smooshed her tit up against my bare chest. "That was cool, last night, huh?"

"Yeah," I sighed. "I'm really proud of you honey."

"Proud of me? Why?"

"You know, the way you climbed up there and had your orgasm in front of everybody."

"Well, you had your orgasm in front of everybody, even though it was in my mouth."


"Thanks for that," I said, giving her a little kiss. "But isn't it different with a woman? I mean, your orgasms are such a mystery, it seems really bold of you to be willing to share it with other people."

She gave me a strange look. "It's the animal instinct taking over. It's very primal, and very natural." Her hand continued fondling my growing cock, and I pulled her closer. 

After a few moments, she climbed up on one elbow and looked into my eyes. "So, honey?" she said. (I'd seen that look before and I braced myself. What was it she wanted this time? A new car? A trip to Hawaii?) "I was thinking, um, if I gave Bill a hand job while Charlene was giving you one, would we still be monogamous?"


"Is this a trick question?"


"Honey! I'm serious. Char said that monogamy means as long as we don't actually have sex for procreation, we can fool around with each other, right?"

"I guess so," I said, wondering what was up. "So why is this an issue?"

"They're going to be knocking on our door in about five minutes, and we need to know whether or not to invite them in."

"You mean Charlene's up for it?" 

"She could go either way, depending on the group consensus, but I know how much of a pervert you are, so I figured you'd want to."

"What about you, honey? Do you want to?"


"Sort of," she giggled. "I just want to see what Bill's dick feels like. I don't know if you noticed, but it is rather large."

"You mean you want to know what it feels like inside of you?"

"It wouldn't fit inside of me" she giggled, snuggling up closer to me and grinding her pussy up against my leg. "I just want to hold it in my hand and see what it feels like when the semen shoots out."

"This is reminding me more and more of high school."

"Shut up." 

Then we heard the knock on the door. Charlene peeked in, showing us a bare shoulder. "Hey?" Bill appeared behind her, similarly attired.

"Hi guys," Sally grinned, sitting up in bed. "Roger's ready." She flung the covers off my side the bed, revealing my rock-hard cock. It also revealed the fact that my wife was naked. Charlene strutted in, wearing nothing but a spaghetti strap negligee that danced like a flag in the wind.

"Ooh, kinky," she grinned. "Are we doing this with no clothes on?"

"I'm cool with no clothes," Bill said, his purple silk boxers sporting a significant bulge.

Charlene sauntered towards me, letting the straps of her nightie fall from her shoulders. She did a little shimmy, and the negligee slid down her chest, revealing her brown, stiff nipples. With a swivel of her hourglass hips, it fluttered to the floor. From my angle, laying on the bed, her flowery labia glistened like a college girl wearing lip gloss. I had to catch my breath, she was so incredibly ravishing. She sat down next to me, scootching my hip over with her thigh.

"Fast or slow?" she asked, as her fingers traced lazily up the inside of my thigh.

"Slow," I croaked, gazing at her marvelous tits. I was dying to reach up and touch one, but what was the protocol? This was, technically, a hand job only, with no extras. I let my hand fall on her thigh anyway. I couldn't help myself. While we were getting situated, Bill walked over to my wife's side of the bed and whipped his boxers down. 


"Oh my God," my wife gasped, swiveling out from under the sheet and sitting on the edge of the bed. She opened her legs so he could take a step closer, and took his cock gently with both hands. She held it right in front of her face, as if she was going to open her mouth and slide it in, but I doubt that it would have fit, plus that was against the rules. Or so I assumed. 

Her legs trembling, she stood up and pressed his cock up against her tummy. Her breath was coming in short little gasps, and it occurred to me she might have been having one of her spontaneous orgasms. If she was, she was disguising it well, grinding her tummy against his cock and gasping softly. 

"Do you want to cum on my tits?" she asked in a helpless voice.

"That sounds good," he said, smiling down at her. "Get on the bed." 

She let go of his cock and scooted back up onto the sheet. As he climbed onto the bed, she automatically opened her legs, as if they were going to fuck. He grinned at her lovely snatch, which looks like a little mouth you want to kiss whenever you see it. 

"Cool," he said, easing up on his knees between her open legs. He grabbed her by the thighs and jerked her ass up into the air, planting it in his lap. She let out a startled gasp as he shoved her legs open wide. Staring down at her snatch, he dangled his cock above her mound, his balls almost touching the cheeks of her ass. As she reached for his cock, he settled down till his shaft was almost touching her labia.

"Oh my God!" she whined as her little fingers wrapped around his bulging purple head. With a quick jerk, the shaft of his cock was smashed up against her labia, the head poking up above her mound like a gopher peeking out of its hole.

"You like that, little girl?" he snarled, mashing his cock tighter against her quivering cunt.

"Yes!" she moaned, staring at him wide-eyed. He grabbed her hips and started stroking slowly and methodically, letting the full length of his giant cock rub against her pussy lips. With each stroke, he let the tip of his dick slide all the way down till it was pressed against her opening, and then he shoved it all the way back up again, so that it was waving in the air above her tummy. In a matter of seconds, I could see my wife's wetness coating the bottom half of Bill's cock.

"Jesus, that's hot," Charlene gasped, looking over at Bill and my wife. She let go of my dick and hopped onto the bed, straddling me. "You want to try it like this?" she asked, lowering her hips till her cunt lips were resting on the shaft of my cock. I noticed the strength in her thighs, as if she could crush a man if he got out of line by not fucking her hard enough.

"Sure," I gulped, wondering how long I was going to last. Sixty seconds? Two minutes? She pinned my hands over my head and dangled her breasts against my chest, grinding her hips slowly, in a similar rhythm to what Bill was doing to my wife.

"Suck my nipple," she commanded, flinging a tit in my face. I complied, and she closed her eyes, a wicked smile creeping onto her face. I could already feel my orgasm building, but I didn't want to come yet. 

"Take it easy Char," I begged.

"Why, are you about to squirt?"

"Yeah," I nodded, sucking on her floppy tit.

"But you don't want to squirt yet, do you? You want to make it last, right pervert?"

I nodded frantically, trying desperately to pinch off my orgasm.

"Good, cause I'm just getting started, and I want to make it last too." She slid her snatch down to the base of my cock, but kept right on grinding. Then she let go of my hands, and placed them on her tits. The reprieve was just what my dick needed, but feeling her mushy tits only got me more excited. I let my hands roam freely over her luscious nakedness, feeling the rippling muscles of her back, and the sweet curve of her waist.

"Hold still Roger," she whispered into my ear. She slid her pussy up my shaft, ever so slowly, till it was poised at the end of my cock. Then she let it hover there, barely touching me. Suddenly, I felt her wetness enveloping my throbbing tip. With my dick clamped to her cunt, she settled down on top of me, her tits cradling my chest, her lips brushing my neck.

"You could stick it in," she whispered, barely audibly, "and they'd never notice." The wet feeling on the head of my dick was getting even wetter, reaching clear down onto my shaft. Was I already inside her? I couldn't tell for sure.

"I can't," I gasped "I don't want to piss off my wife."

"Good plan," she chuckled. She sat back up again, which removed the wet feeling from the head of my dick. With a fiendish glare, she resumed stroking me with her labia, but slower than before, with each stroke ending with her wetness quivering on the tip of my dick. It was exquisite. And maddening. I wanted to stick it in so bad - just bury my cock inside her as far as it would go.

I glanced over at my wife, to see if she would notice what Char and I were up to. She was still upside down, her legs high in the air, with Bill's giant cock mashed up against her snatch. He was working her like a porn star, grinding against her relentlessly, with no sign whatsoever that he would ever lose control and squirt. Suddenly, my wife's little fingers clamped tighter against his purple dick.

"I'm cumming Bill, I'm cumming!" she gasped, staring at him with this animal look on her face. 

"That's it," he snarled, "cum for me you hot little bitch."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" she squealed, vibrating like an epileptic having a seizure. I watched in awe as my wife's orgasm took over. Her mouth gaped open, her legs flinched, her tits shook. She looked so helpless, for a second I regretted our little adventure, but Char's cunt slipping and sliding up and down my cock remedied that fleeting little episode of remorse.

Suddenly, Bill's confident demeanor vanished. "Oh shit!" he moaned, as a white stream of jizz shot out of his monster cock and splatted on my wife's neck. The second spurt hit her left tit, and the third dribbled out onto her tummy, with a long shiny strand connecting the head of his purple dick to her white skin.

"Oh yeah," Sally smiled, sliding her free hand across her chest. She found the cum on the side of her tit and smeared it up onto her nipple, alternating between looking at Bill and finding more cum splats on her precious body. Spotting the one on her tummy, she let go of his dick and scooped up the marbly white blob with both hands, and then deposited it on her other nipple.

"That is so nasty," Charlene hissed, watching Bill and my wife. With a twitch of her hips, the wet feeling on the head of my dick was back, only this time it didn't just stay on the head of my dick, it continued up and down my shaft. I knew we were breaking the rules, but I didn't give a flying fuck. I was over the edge, out of control. In a fit of passion, I jammed my cock into her with all my might.

Her eyes bugged out. "Oh Roger!" she gasped in surprise.

"Uh!" I grunted, as my orgasm started. Sensing the impending act of procreation, she popped my dick out of her pussy and jammed it against my stomach, grinding with a motion that would have made a belly dancer envious. I felt my cum splatting on my skin as her body enveloped me, her tits like a blanket enclosing me in a cocoon of pleasure. She kept at it for a good minute, long enough for me to drain my dick against her soft tummy. 

Finally slowing down, she looked over at Sally and Bill. "Roger made a mess," she cooed, sitting up and revealing the goo plastered to her stomach.

"Bill made a mess too," Sally grinned, her hand fondling his cock lazily.

"Can I make a mess now?" Char asked, in an innocent voice.

"Of course, Baby," Bill smiled, his thick fingers exploring my wife's pretty cunt.

Char grabbed my hands and jerked me up into a sitting position. Then she flopped down on her back and opened her legs, scooting closer to me till her ass was almost in my lap. Wrapping her legs around my waist, she grabbed my hand and guided it towards her gaping cunt. "Five fingers," she commanded, stuffing my hand into her vagina. With my thumb tucked inside my fingers, I impaled her, carefully, since I'd never had the opportunity to try this particular technique, or if I had, I was too drunk to remember it.

"That's it!" she moaned, bucking her hips, trying to find my rhythm. "Fuck me hard! Impale me! Turn me inside out!" With one hand behind her on the bed for balance, the other went to work on her clit, her wrist arched with a technique reminiscent of a cello player scratching out The Flight of the Bumble Bee.

I looked over at Bill, feeling a little guilty for manhandling his wife, but he was preoccupied with tormenting Sally, slapping her wet slit with the soft head of his rubbery dick. 

"Oh God," my wife moaned, staring at him. "That feels so good." She closed her eyes and warbled helplessly as Bill pummeled her swollen cunt. Suddenly, he grabbed the head of his dick and jammed it up against her clit, waving it up and down so fast it was just a blur. "Oh shit" my wife gasped as he shoved two fingers inside her. Then she was cumming again, her body quaking uncontrollably, her legs dancing in the air.

Char was getting wetter and wetter, her pussy emanating that pungent odor the precedes a good orgasm. I tried rotating my hand, so that my fingers were scraping the top wall of her vagina, and she gasped. "Yes, yes! That's it!" Her heaving breasts covered in sweat, she glared at me, all wide-eyed and frantic. "Don't stop," she hissed, as her legs gripped me tighter and her hips started to buck.

"Uhh" she moaned, as if she was trying to take a crap. Then it hit, a flood of juice, as if her pussy had turned into a faucet. I watched in awe as she squirted on me, her juice splatting on my stomach and soaking my balls. Making a sort of sobbing sound, she collapsed onto her back, laying there vibrating for at least a minute. Maybe two. Finally, she shoved my hand away, her whole body twitching with a series of aftershocks. As they subsided, she pulled her knees up to her chest and then toppled over sideways, curling up into the fetal position. 

As Bill disentangled himself from my wife, Sally scooted over next to me.

"I'm sorry I came so much" she whispered, cuddling up to my chest.

"Don't be silly," I said, wrapping my arm around her shoulders, "that was the whole point, right?"

"I guess so," she sighed, tracing her sticky fingers across my chest.

We noticed Bill wrapping himself around Char, who was till quivering every few seconds. "You made a mess too," he said, kissing her cheek and caressing her shoulders.

"I made a big mess," Charlotte sighed, turning her face to his. Then they kissed, and I finally saw the tenderness that Bill kept hidden behind his burly exterior.

Sally and I lay still for a few moments, her sperm-splatted chest smearing sticky spots all over mine. By this time the smell was overpowering, that stinky sweetness of primed pussies and leaky dicks, each complimenting the other with a variation on the odor of sex.

After a few moments of quiet cuddling, Charlene and Bill got up off the bed and wearily collected their things. "Breakfast in an hour?" Bill asked, gazing fondly at my naked wife.

"Depends on the shower situation, I guess," my wife said sleepily.

"We're on our way," Char said, climbing back into her negligee. I watched her ass waddle out of the room, and then turned back to my wife.

"Are you cool with what just happened?" 

"Yeah," she sighed. "Are you?"

"Sure honey. I like anything that makes you smile."

"Oh baby," she cooed, her voice starting to crack. "I love you so much." She clamped her body up against mine, and I thought she was going to cry.


"I love you too, Baby," I said, pulling her closer. Then we kissed, slowly, tenderly, our sticky bodies melding as one.

When our kiss was over, I brushed the hair out of her eyes, and she rolled over on her back, still a little out of breath. "Roger?" she asked. "Do you think we should do this again sometime?"

"You mean, like after breakfast?"

"No, you pervert!" she giggled, slapping my hand. "I mean, like sometime in the future."

"If you want to honey."

"I know I'm going to want to, but what about being monogamous? Aren't we, technically, having sex with them? He did have his dick up against my pussy."

"That's not sex, in the technical sense. Sex is ejaculating for procreation."

"So you're okay with his dick touching my pussy?"

"As long as you're okay with my dick touching hers."

"You rat!" she sat up and looked at me. "You fucked her, didn't you?"

"Calm down honey. I didn't fuck her. She was on top of me, grinding her pussy on my dick, and I think it might have slipped inside her, like, maybe a half-inch or so, but I honestly couldn't tell. I know when I came, it went all over my stomach, if that's any consolation."

"Oh, alright," she sighed, sinking back down onto the soiled sheets. We lay there in silence for a minute, and then she took my hand. "So, next time, would it be okay if I let Bill put his dick inside me? Like just a half-inch or so?"

"I guess, if you want to honey."

"You're such a sweetheart," she smiled "I'm so glad you're into the monogamy thing."

"Yeah. I don't think it would be cool if we actually had sex with Bill and Charlene. I think it's better this way, leaving something to the imagination."

"Yeah, it makes it more erotic keeping it monogamous."

We lay together in the stink of our sex, caressing, kissing, loving each other like we had never loved before. After a few minutes, Sally took my hand.

"So, next time, when Bill... I mean - if - Bill does stick his dick in a half inch, at that point would it matter if it accidentally went in a little farther?"

"How much farther?"

"I don't know," she said, sliding close enough to give me a wet smooch on the neck, "like what if he lost his balance and it accidentally slipped in... like... um... all the way. Would we still be monogamous?"

"Of course, honey, as long as you don't get pregnant."

"Oh baby," she giggled, "you're so good to me. I want to do something special for you"




Monogamy For Swingers



"Special? Like how special?"

"Oh, I don't know. Something like, um, you remember my sister? From the wedding?"

"Of course I remember your sister. How could I forget? Those were some hot dresses you picked out."

"Shut up!" she giggled, snuggling up closer. "So, the deal is, she just got a divorce, and she's been complaining about not getting any sex, and I was thinking, if you wanted to party with her, you know, without procreating, I'd be okay with that."

"Really?" 

"Yeah, really. That's how much I love you." 

We lay there for a while longer, my mind racing. Sally's sister was at least as hot as Char. Her tits weren't as big, but she had an ass that would rival anything you'd see in a rap video, and the kind of pouty smile than can make a guy cum in his pants. I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. 

"So," she continued, "if that plays out and you get to party with my sister, remember your friend Angus? Do you think he'd want to party with me?"

"Sally!" I laughed, catching her eye as she sat up to stretch. "Aren't we pushing the boundaries of this monogamy thing a little beyond reason?"

"I don't know. Are we?"

We would soon find out.



Monogamy Isn't, etc. - The Sequel



A note from the author: I had no intention of doing a sequel when I wrote the original - Monogamy Isn't for Everyone - which you should read first otherwise this story will not make sense. However, both in comments and emails I was encouraged by many people to do a follow-up so I am succumbing to pressure and doing so. If you are satisfied with the way the original story ended then DON'T read this.

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It was now fifty five days since I confessed my ten year affair with Justin Danner to my husband Kent Childress. Kent asked that I wait up to thirty five more days before he had to make a decision about whether he wanted a divorce or to stay married. Since he was the aggrieved party I promised him that if he divorced me that I would not seek alimony or anything more than 10% of our wealth, that we could have joint custody, and that I would make dealing with the kids as easy as possible. I told him that if we stayed married that I would give Justin - who I hadn't had any contact with since my confession - up.

It was a Saturday and the kids, sixteen year old Brad and fourteen year old Bernice, had many activities planned. Kent and I had a two hour window of time for a heart-to-heart. He suggested that we go to a local park and talk there. He didn't waste any time with small talk.

"Celeste, you really hurt me with what you have done. Do you know how much?"

"I know that I've hurt you and probably more than you would have hurt me if the tables were turned. All I can say is that the hurt, as opposed to the affair, was not intentional, that my actions were totally selfish, and that my actions indicate a character weakness on my part. I am truly sorry for hurting you - which is why I've agreed to make it as painless as possible for you if you want out of the marriage. No one could blame you if you did," I replied.

"Don't you think that some penance is in order?" Kent asked.

"You mean to stay married?" I replied, "which is what I prefer."

"Even if we don't stay married," he responded.

"The penance if you divorce me is no alimony and only 10% of our joint property. I think that's fair," I quietly said.

"How about penance if we stay married?" Kent inquired with his arms crossed.

"What do you want for penance?" I asked, puzzled.

Kent didn't respond right away. He looked down, then back up, he wrung his hands, and he seemed to trace a line in the ground with the toe of his shoe. Finally he looked me in the eye. He was clearly nervous. "I am having a problem at work. Although I never have told you this before, my earnings have decreased significantly this year for a number of reasons. I had to even remove money from my IRA to keep the business in the black the last few months."

This was news to me; Kent had never complained about finances since our first year of marriage, and especially not since he started what I thought was his very successful business fourteen years ago.

"I am about to close a deal with an old client that will take care of financial problems for the foreseeable future; there is just one complication," he nervously continued.

After a significant delay I said "And?"

After another delay in which Kent seemed to be searching for the right words he continued "Well, uh...you see...well this guy is very odd. Weird, in fact. I have to send a woman dressed as a hooker to his motel room to pick up the contract, and she has to also take off her panties and give them to him." Kent was blushing.

"What the fuck?" I exclaimed.

"Sorry, he is bizarre - but essential to my business. I normally hire a real hooker to do it, but I have decided that I really want to see how much you want to stay married. I want to see if our marriage means so much to you that you're willing to humiliate yourself and do penance. If you are willing to do this then I will make every effort to forgive you for your dalliance with Justin Danner, and I won't file for divorce," he said. When finished he leaned back on the bench with his arms folded.

I detected a subtle, but clearly diabolical, sneer on his face as he sat back on the bench. "I wonder what that's about?" I asked myself. After another prolonged silence he asked "Well?"

"When would I have to do this?"

"Tuesday night - I'll give you the motel and room number tomorrow. You'll have to buy some real hooker clothes since nothing in your wardrobe is suitable," he continued with a crocodile grin.

"You really would humiliate me like that? I thought that you loved me?" I replied with a small tear in one eye.

"You humiliated me by fucking Danner for ten years - this is small penance compared to that," he shot back clearly angry.

"I'll let you know tomorrow night," I dejectedly said.

We did things as a family Saturday night. On Sunday Bernice and I went to a ballet at the local High School while Brad and Kent went to Brad's baseball game. Sunday night we all ate together and played a board game. Sunday night Kent came into my room and fucked me hard while I lay on my stomach, fingering my asshole as he did so. He really seemed to enjoy himself, but left about ten minutes after ejaculating into me.

Every waking minute that I was not otherwise occupied since our talk on the park bench my mind was grinding away. I was very uneasy. Things that Kent had told me about his relationships with and responses to competitors and some co-workers in the distant past leapt to the forefront of my mind. However, I decided that I'd go along with what he asked, but be cautious.

*************** 

Monday morning I went to our safe deposit box. Kent had placed a list of all of our brokerage accounts contact information in it in case something happened to him since I never handled our finances. When I signed in I saw that he had been there last week. The original contact information sheet was gone but I had made a copy and placed it in an envelope with my will, so I fished out the copy.

I went to the local library and on a computer there checked out our brokerage accounts, most in Kent's name alone, and printed out some relevant information.

I activated the camera - which had date and time information associated with it - on my computer in "stealth mode." I don't know if that's the correct term, but that's what I call it; you don't know that the computer's camera is on, but it is.

I went to see my best friend Sybil and, with her permission, removed an article of clothing from her laundry hamper. I also borrowed one of her husband's implements. 

I went to an electronics store and made a couple of purchases, and then went to a costume shop and got the skankiest looking outfit that they had, complete with five inch hooker heels.

By late Monday afternoon I had decided that I'd do Kent's penance in the hopes that it really would save our marriage.

************** 

After the kids went to bed Monday night Kent and I sat at the kitchen table. He wanted to sit in the den, but I insisted that we sit there. I placed him at the head of the table.

"Tell me again what you want me to do for my penance," I demurely asked.

"I want you to dress like a hooker, go to my client James' motel room tomorrow night after the kids go to bed, pick up an envelope from him, take your panties off and give them to him, and if he asks let him kiss you, maybe even squeeze one of those fabulous tits of yours," Kent rattled off with a twinkle in his eye.

"You didn't say anything about a kiss or tit mauling yesterday," I indignantly replied.

"After giving it up to Danner, that can't be a deal breaker for you, can it?" he mocked.

I stewed a little, and then said "What's in the envelope?"

"The signed contract that I need to save my business - our financial future, including the kids' college funds, depends upon that contract," he shot back.

"There's nothing hinky about this?" I skeptically asked.

"The only 'hinky' thing is my client. Like I said he's a weirdo, but essential to my business. Oh, and one other thing; don't let him know that you're my wife. As far as he knows you're a hooker, got it?" Kent said smugly.

After a delay, where I shifted my eyes to him, to the table, and back to him, Kent huffily said "If this is too much to ask of you to save our marriage then it isn't worth saving."

"I do want to save our marriage," I said, tenderly touching his hand. "You'll do your best to forgive me if I do this, and we'll stay married?" I inquired.

"That's the deal," he replied.

"OK, shake," I said, forcing a smile while holding out my hand.

"We're sealing it with a fuck, not a handshake," he growled. He grabbed my outstretched arm and led me upstairs.

In my bedroom he unceremoniously removed both of our clothes, not taking any care to insure that they didn't rip. He laid my back on the bed, while he stood, lifted my heels onto his shoulders, and without any foreplay shoved his rock hard cock into my surprisingly moist pussy. As he had since I confessed my affair with Danner he fucked me hard and fast. I still had a nice orgasm when he got his rocks off.

He turned off the light, got into bed with me, sucked my tits and fingered my pussy for another half hour or so, then turned me onto my stomach and fucked me again - even harder. I was almost out of it after the second fuck but was aware enough to recognize that he had left the room shortly after blasting into my cunt the second time.

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Kent was pleased with my skank outfit, which I put on after the kids went to bed Tuesday night. "You look like a real tramp," he cackled, "good job."

I smiled weakly, and then said "I feel so cheap; but I want our marriage to work."

It was clear that he wanted to make a witty retort to my "cheap" comment, but exercised restraint, and instead just wickedly grinned.

"He's on the first floor at the Courtyard Marriott," Kent said, "Room 133. It's at the back so you might not get spotted by too many people. I was hoping that the kids' teachers would see you, but I guess I can't have everything," he chuckled.

I got into my car with the items that I had removed from Sybil's house and drove the five miles to the Courtyard Marriott. I swung around the back, trying to be inconspicuous, until I found Room 133. Unfortunately there was a bright outdoor light in front of that room, and several guys walking back and forth; but I knew what I had to do so I exited my vehicle and knocked on the door.

Within seconds a rough looking hairy big fat guy with a two day growth and a wife beater shirt on answered. "Well, look who's here," he growled. "Come on in honey - what's your name?"

As I walked into the room I tried not to come into contact with him, but had to brush him slightly. With a fake smile plastered on my face I said "I'm Amber. I came to pick up an envelope for Mr. Childress."

"All in good time," he murmured and then proceeded with sexual-innuendo laced small talk, every once in a while stroking one of my arms. I was grossed out, but kept the fake smile plastered on my face. Finally I said, "I need to go, I have an appointment. Can you give me the envelope?"

"I get something from you, first," he cackled.

I reached under my hooker skirt and produced a pair of soiled panties. He quickly grabbed them from me and put them up to his nose and inhaled deeply. "Nothing like the smell of a dirty cunt, is there?" he snickered.

Then he picked up a sealed envelope off the nightstand and held it my way. When I grabbed onto it he didn't release it, but instead pulled me toward his blubbery, smelly stomach, and said, "Not so fast. I need a little sugar."

Then he kissed me and grabbed a tit. I remained passive, hoping that it would soon be over. However, when he broke his kiss he kept his hand on my tit and said "You're the best looking hooker Kent has ever sent. Let's fuck."

With that I pulled Sybil's husband's Baby Browning .25 caliber pocket pistol out of my purse and stuck it into his crotch. "This probably won't kill you," I grunted, "but I guarantee that you won't fuck anyone ever again. Now move away from me and let the envelope loose."

He must have seen from the look on my face that I wasn't kidding - in fact I was dead serious. After he backed off he said "Come on Amber, be friendly; I'll give you $500."

When I sniggered he said "$1,000...$1500."

"Sorry," I said trying to re-plaster a fake smile on my face, "like I said I have an appointment with a regular client. It's been nice doing business with you. Maybe next time."

Then I backed out of the room, still pointing the gun at his crotch. I didn't put it back in my purse until I got outside the door, still facing the inside. Once the gun was back in my purse I turned to face away from the door, leaned back on the wall of the motel and let out a sigh with my eyes closed while clutching the envelope. 

Several twenties-something guys were walking nearby. "Hey, how about a bj?" was the nicest thing that they said to me.

"Go fuck yourself," I shouted back at them with a surly expression, ready to reach into my purse for the Browning again. Then I got in my car, shaking both from nervousness and because I wasn't used to five inch hooker heels, and drove off.

"I do believe that asshole would have raped me," rolled in my mind as I thought about the experience and the events leading up to my encounter with the big smelly fat man. The only upside - "at least I know now that I'm worth $1500 if I ever have to start hooking," I grimly laughed to myself.

Kent seemed surprised when I pulled into the garage. "Home already?" he asked.

"Yeah," was my terse reply.

"Everything go smoothly?" was his next question.

"Uh-huh," was my second terse reply. "Here's the contract," I said, holding out the sealed envelope.

Instead of taking it he said, "Please just put it on your desk, next to your computer, for no;, my hands are wet."

They didn't look wet to me, but I said "OK," and did as asked.

I was emotionally wrung out. "I'm showering and going to bed," I grumbled. I saw a glint in his eye. "No fucking tonight, I'm strung out. That was a hell of a lot more humiliating and draining than I thought that it would be."

After I showered I locked my bedroom door. Kent knocked on it. "Go away," was my reply. I had a troubled sleep with a premonition of bad things to come.

************* 

The next morning at breakfast Kent had another surprise. "Hon, I'd like to have a follow-up chat. I'll come home from lunch if you'll be here."

"I'll be here," I replied as I hustled out the door to drive Bernice to school and yelled for Brad that he was going to be late if he didn't get a move on.

My foreboding turned out to be real when Kent got home for lunch. Again he wanted to sit in the den, but once more I insisted that it be at the kitchen table.

"First, let me say that it's really been fun fucking you hard the last few weeks. I can see why Danner was so enamored of you; you probably were his best fuck ever," he snickered.

"Change your attitude," I snarled. "If we're going to make the marriage work this is the last I want to hear about Danner."

"Did you really think that I'd try to make the marriage work after what you did you fucking whore," he barked. "Apparently you don't know me. I want sole custody of the kids and I'll get it now or your reputation will be trashed."

"How so?" I asked with a pit in my stomach.

He pulled two documents out of his coat pocket. "Here's your email correspondence with James setting up your money-for-fucking tryst, hooker," he giggled. "He's ready to testify that he fucked you for money, and your and his fingerprints are the only ones on the envelope with $500 cash in it - the same amount mentioned in your email to him. Also, he has your panties - with your DNA on them - as proof."

I had really hoped that Kent wasn't capable of something like this; I guess that I was wrong.

"So, cunt, what do you think the Court will do about custody? Give it to a hooker, especially when Bernice is fourteen and so impressionable; or to me, a respected businessman?" Then he burst out laughing.

"You'd lie to the Court and our kids? You'd really do that when I offered you a divorce with joint custody and you get 90% of our assets? You'd perjure yourself, and have your buddy James perjure himself too?" I asked, flabbergasted.

"You bet your sweet ass, bitch - and I'll expose your boyfriend Danner once I'm through with you."

Now I smiled. "I'm giving you one last chance to accept my offer about a divorce. We are NOT staying married after this stunt. Joint custody, you get 90% of the assets. Final deal!"

"I get sole custody and 90% bitch," he snarled.

"Good luck, you fucking asshole," I said, standing up and glaring at him.

Kent jumped up and slapped me in the face. I ran to my car as he yelled after me "You'll be sorry, cunt, when I get through dragging you through the mud."

************* 

I had underestimated Kent, but planned ahead.

Kent had underestimated me, and had not planned ahead.

The slap was just a bonus that made things go more easily.

I drove straight to Janet's, my attorney's, office. I gave her the financial information I had, including about the brokerage accounts; they were loaded with money. Being poor was just one of Kent's many lies. Janet said that she could get a hold put on all of the accounts.

I gave Janet the time stamped video from my computer showing Kent sending the email about fucking James for $500. It even showed him deleting it, but not removing it from trash, after he printed it, and James' reply, out.

Janet and I remotely uploaded the interactions between Kent and me on Monday night, Tuesday after I got back from seeing his buddy, and from lunch that day, Wednesday, that had been recorded by the electronic equipment I had purchased Monday morning. The sound and video in the kitchen were both crystal clear. 

As a bonus we could hear Kent on the phone Tuesday night, after I went upstairs. Although you couldn't see him because the phone was out of the viewing range of the two kitchen cameras, you could clearly hear him. "Hey, James, why didn't you rape the bitch like I told you to?...What, a fucking handgun?...Was it real?...She wouldn't have shot you, you wimp...No I've never seen her eyes with pure hate - maybe she would have shot you. I hope that at least you got her panties...OK, remember the story when you have to testify. Tomorrow I'll give you the $5,000 cash first installment we agreed upon, and after you testify the other $20,000 in cash...No I'm not going to sweeten in because you didn't get to rape her, that was your goddamn problem."

Before Kent started home from his office that Wednesday afternoon he was served with a Court Order of Protection. With the slap, and the words that followed it, recorded earlier that day Janet had no problem getting a Judge to sign it on an emergency basis. The Court Order precluded Kent from coming within 500 feet of me or the house or the kids until a hearing in two weeks. If a Marshal accompanied him he could remove possessions from the home.

Not taking a chance, I had an armed security guard sitting in our driveway. Kent, the dumb bastard, tried to come into the house despite the Court Order. The security guard stopped him at gunpoint and called the cops. When I gave the two police officers a copy of the Court Order and the certification of service they took Kent away in cuffs. It didn't help his cause for the future when he swore vengeance at the top of his lungs in the presence of the two cops and the security guard.

Pursuant to the plan that Janet and I discussed I didn't file for divorce on Thursday, the next day. When Kent stupidly filed for divorce on Friday, asking for sole custody and alleging that I was a prostitute, Janet immediately scheduled depositions of him and James.




Monogamy Isn't, etc. - The Sequel



Both Kent and James lied through their teeth under oath. At Kent's attorney's request I gave a DNA sample and the attorneys together took the panties I had given James - Sybil's used panties - to an independent lab for testing. I had worn rubber panties between my pussy and Sybil's dirty panties so that my DNA would not transfer onto them.

Once the depositions were concluded and the panties were in the lab I filed for divorce. I asked for sole custody, child support, alimony, and 50% of the marital assets. I also filed a separate suit against both James and Kent for slander, reckless endangerment, abuse of process, attempted rape, and fraud.

Once the panties came up without my DNA, and our video evidence was played for Kent and his attorney, the proceedings moved along quickly. Within three months I had the house, sole custody of the kids, $2,000 a month child support, $2,000 a month alimony, 60% of the marital assets, the $25,000 Kent had paid James, and an ongoing order of protection against both Kent and James.

I could have had both Kent and James sent to jail, and I could have gotten even more of the marital assets. However, I was glad to be through with Kent once his true character was exposed. The only reason that I let him have any visitation with the kids - every other Sunday and for a week in the summer, until they turned eighteen - was because of my past cheating. Neither of us ever told the kids about the other's moral weaknesses, and we had the records of all of the lawsuits sealed once the cases were settled.

Once the divorce was final I called up Garrett. He had really missed me. I had really missed him. 

Garrett and I fucked regularly but in secret until an appropriate amount of time had passed after the divorce. Then I introduced him to the kids, we got engaged, and he moved in with me and the kids. The kids were a little standoffish to him at first, but now they get along great with him, especially since he helped them with both homework and athletics. Brad was even honored to be his best man at our wedding, and Bernice my maid of honor.

Now that I'm no longer married to Kent the sex with Garrett is even better. In the four years that we have been married I no longer have the lust that made me jettison monogamy. Just last night, after Garrett fucked me unconscious for the second time this week, when I came out of my stupor I realized just how nice monogamy could be.

I guess - at least for me - monogamy just required the right spouse.



Monogamy Isn't for Everyone



Monogamy is prized in most of Western Civilization. While I'm not an anthropologist I have studied enough social sciences, and read enough, to realize that monogamy can have many advantages. They include, but are not restricted to, lack of concern about STDs, a readily available sex partner, trust, emotional fulfillment, and even economic benefits. In general, monogamy can lead to a harmonious life. 

Where children are involved monogamy has a number of social benefits. Most sociologists and anthropologists agree that monogamy is the best way to protect a family unit. Customarily it has helped ensure that fathers support their wives and children, and allowed for property to be inherited when the parents died. Traditionally it also provides the most stable environment in which to nurture children.

Not everyone is happy with a "harmonious" life, however, or is completely sold on monogamy ensuring the most stable environment for raising offspring. There are some people, whether they be risk takers by nature, adrenaline junkies, or have the propensity to be easily bored, where other factors can outweigh the normal personal or societal advantages of a monogamous relationship. I'm in the latter group.

I, Celeste Childress nee Jensen, was brought up in a conventional Midwestern American home. My family was religious, but not overly so, and my monogamous (according to everything that I have ever been able to glean about them) parents gave my two brothers and me good traditional values while at the same time they taught us to think independently. As the only girl I was protected and sheltered more than my male siblings, but again not to extremes. In fact, I probably needed a little more sheltering than my brothers because I always was a risk taker whether it came to physical challenges (especially sports, which I excelled at), school work (my term papers were always "out there," garnering many A+s and a few D minuses), or relationships (friendly or romantic).

I followed a pretty typical relationship path for those in my part of the world and had a fair number of sexual encounters with a number of different boys, then men, as I matured. I don't think that I was particularly unusual because I enjoyed the physical aspects of sex even if I had no significant emotional involvement with my partner, although normally if I had real feelings for the guy the sex was more satisfying. However, if a guy was cute, respectful, and discrete, and liked easting pussy, he could most likely get me to fuck him by devoting only a reasonable amount of time and effort whether or not I had a true romantic interest in him.

I'll leave my appearance to your imagination, except to say that since my senior year in High School I have been five feet eleven inches tall and weighed between 133 and 141 pounds. My most outstanding feature is my long legs -- long even for someone my height -- including sculptured muscular thighs. My nickname in High School and college was "killer," a testament both to my ability to spike a volleyball and my thighs.

I fell in love my senior year in college, gave up my volleyball scholarship to concentrate on my relationship, and married Frank Childress a year after we graduated. Frank did like to eat pussy, and was -- considering the emotional component -- a good fuck. I married him with the clear intention of practicing monogamy. After all "forsaking all others" was in my wedding vows and the value system instilled by my parents prized honesty.

Frank was/is a go-getter, and has always been a success in business. That requires a significant time commitment. While he likely bestows an average amount of attention on me, based upon what I perceive is the case for my married female friends, he certainly is not super-attentive. Also, he doesn't share the need that I have for physical activity. His natural metabolism allows him to remain slim despite his lack of physical activity. I don't know if I would maintain my physique if I stopped exercising because I never have my entire life. I like my five foot eleven inch, roughly 135 pound, frame and the energy level I have maintained even into my thirties. I love the rush that a good workout gives -- it is SO much better than the high I got the few times (in college) that I got drunk or took mild recreational drugs, neither of which I have done since my senior year in college.

When Frank was keeping a particularly busy work schedule during our ninth year of marriage, and I was primarily taking care of our five year old son, Brad, and three year old daughter, Bernice, and working outside the home only about ten hours a week, I started to have my first misgivings about monogamy. Of course many women go through an anxious period when they worry that they are changing from a sexual being to just a "mom," and "wife," but my situation was different.

I never, ever, doubted my sexual attractiveness, and the physical and emotional demands of taking care of two small kids never bothered me because of my traditionally high energy level. However, it was my obvious sexual attractiveness, boredom, and my risk taking nature, that caused me to think carefully about monogamy and its relationship to the institution of marriage.

I talked -- in general terms only -- with most of my female friends, whether married, single, divorced, or widowed. They had all different takes on things, brought up many interesting points some of which reinforced the classic advantages of monogamy, and some of which were virtually opposite. I finally reached the point where I thought that I needed to directly confront the issue.

I confronted my feelings first by carefully examining the relationships between my married friends or co-workers (past and present) who had children five to ten years older than mine, including actually getting them to participate in confidential phone surveys by employing a young actress friend of mine interested in earning a few extra bucks.

Secondly, I shipped the kids to their willing grandparents for a full week and insisted that Kent accompany me on a second honeymoon of sorts, although I certainly never referred to it as that. I carefully observed Kent, his reactions to other women (few), his reaction to me (attentive but uninspiring), and reactions of other men to me (excited).

Thirdly, I started partaking in challenging competitive athletics, obviously not to the extent that I had when playing three sports in High School or intercollegiate volleyball, but enough so that my adrenaline flowed more frequently and forcefully.

Finally, I consulted with two psychologists, a marriage counselor, and an attorney, about classic effects of an affair by one of the spouses. I also read extensively on the subject, and spent the entire day with a divorced friend of mine who had caught her husband cheating, and a half-day with another friend who had cheated on her husband and was now going through a bitter divorce.

At the end of my examination/evaluation, which took the better part of six months, I came to a definitive conclusion. I wanted casual sex two to three times a week with the same partner, with minimum possibility of destructive emotional involvement on either of our parts. I felt that I needed that to make my life exciting, that it was the only thing that could do that for me, and that I was willing to accept the consequences if I was found out. Those consequences would include accepting a divorce without complaint or acrimony, ensuring that Kent had ready access to his kids (even though he was not a particularly vigilant or involved father) even if it meant we had to live in adjacent apartments, and giving up the many material things that Kent's business success provided.

As part of my decision I vowed to myself that I would not lie to Kent about my sexual activities. I certainly would never volunteer information but if he ever asked me a direct question I would admit to them.

The next thing that I had to do was to find a worthy partner, one who could accept a trial relationship. My requirements for a partner were physical fitness, love of eating pussy, discretion, ready availability, no possible problems with diseases, ability to deal with a sexual relationship without overpowering emotional commitment, and someone who had enough to lose if our sexual relationship was discovered to have a powerful motive to be as attentive to secrecy as I would be.

This latter component ended up to be more difficult to achieve than I thought possible. I had not found a suitable partner even after almost eight months of active searching. During that time, just to assure myself that this was what I wanted, I did engage in two sexual escapades, the first three months into my search, the second six months into it. 

In the first sexual escapade, I dropped the kids off at my parents' house one morning when Kent was out of town and I went to a University campus about thirty miles away. I found and seduced a true "hunk." He ate me to two orgasms in his room at a fraternity house, and although I made him use a condom he fucked me good. Actually, he figuratively fucked my brains out. The adrenaline rush I got from that -- especially after I saw his roommate peeking in on us with a wide-eyed expression and with his hand obviously on his cock -- made me redouble my efforts to find a partner.

In the second sexual escapade, while at a convention with Kent on a tropical island, two days in a row I went to a hotel on the other side of the island while Kent was attending meetings, trying to scare up some appropriate cock. The second day I got lucky. I found a guy on the beach who was attending a convention with his wife, who also was in meetings. We compared their schedules, I showed him my pussy, and in his hotel room that afternoon he ate me to one orgasm, fucked me doggy (with a condom on) through two more, and I gave him a blow job. This experience made me quadruple my efforts to find a suitable paramour. 

During the eighth month of my search my persistence paid off. One Saturday night at a party hosted at her house by one of my ten year older female friends there were a few of the teachers from the private religious school that her son attended. One was/is a social studies teacher and the boys' basketball coach. His name is Garrett Danner. He clearly met my first criteria since he was six three, two hundred pounds, with big biceps and a flat stomach. His face wasn't classically handsome but had character.

I had a long conversation with Garrett, some of it one-on-one, most of it with other people. At the party I found out that he was thirty, two years younger than I was, had been divorced for three years, had no kids, and although he worked at a religious private school was not himself religious, something that he had successfully kept from the administration and even the parents of his students. For some reason I was impressed that he would entrust me with that information -- in my experience that meant that he, himself, was likely trustworthy.

As more luck would have it, the school he taught at was interested in organizing a girls' volleyball team in order to comply with Title IX and had asked him to do the initial ground work for it, including the possibility of hiring a coach.

Garrett clearly had eyes for me although he was noticeably non-plussed by my wedding and engagement rings and when I briefly introduced him to Kent. However, the fact that I had been a Division I college volleyball player intrigued him tremendously. We made arrangements to have lunch at the school Wednesday of the next week.

Between Saturday night and Wednesday morning I found out everything that I could about Garrett. I even had a firm specializing in background checks do one on him. Some of the worthwhile information I found out from my many sources was that he lived alone in a small house in a wooded area within two miles of my house, was considered so honest by the school that they entrusted him with all of the proceeds of all of the fund raising activities the kids engaged in, and that he was well-liked by everyone who came in contact with him. He also had no criminal or shady past.

My first meeting with Garrett, on May 30, was encouraging. He was obviously a leg man since he was clearly distracted by the long muscular legs extending out from my shorts, although I didn't let on that I noticed his ogling. That meeting led to a second, and then a third the day after school got out.

I had already surmised during the second meeting that he wasn't planning on working full time during the summer, but rather doing special projects for the school, being a part-time basketball and volleyball instructor at a local camp, and doing home improvement projects around his house. I was loaded for bear at the third meeting.

I arrived at the third meeting in short shorts and a tank top, designed to give him a good look at my assets to see if they appealed to him. It was clear that they did.

I told him that I would be happy to help with a volleyball team by providing technical instruction, but that I didn't have time to be a full time coach. He seemed happy with that. After the "business" part of the meeting I asked him about his house and home improvement projects, with the hope of getting an invitation there. It worked, and I followed him to his secluded wooded lot. In actuality I didn't give a shit about his house, except for the possibility of using it for future sexual encounters, but I did want a completely private place to "proposition" him.

As we got out of our cars he asked "Would you like to see the back of the house where I'm going to put in a deck?"

"Actually, Garrett," I demurely replied, "I hope that you won't be angry with me but I wanted to come out here to have a private conversation -- one I didn't feel comfortable in having at the school. Is there somewhere that we can sit and talk privately?"

"Sure -- how about the front porch?" he responded with a confused look on his face.

I made sure that my hair was OK as I walked behind him up to his small front porch with two facing chairs. They were Adirondack chairs, meaning that when I sat down my butt would be slightly below my knees so that he could get some snatches of my pussy because -- oh dear, oh dear -- I forgot to wear panties.

Once I made a little small talk and I could see his eyes occasionally focusing on my crotch I started right in. 

"Garrett, I'm a very straightforward person. I honestly do have an interest in helping with the volleyball team, but I also have my own agenda for meeting with you."

"What's that, Celeste?"

"Can I count on you not repeating anything that we talk about here today to anyone, ever?"

"I'm very discrete -- sometimes to the point of a fault -- so unless what you about to tell me is illegal my lips are sealed forever, Celeste."

I smiled broadly. "I have been searching for a way to get the adrenaline rush that I used to get from competitive athletics. Working out daily, or even the types of sports competitions I've been involved in recently, just don't do it for me anymore. I need more excitement, and a true adrenaline rush. Can you understand that?"

"Sure -- I miss competition myself," he nodded.

"I've thought long and hard about it -- over more than a year -- and I've come up with only one thing that will satisfy my need for an adrenaline rush and excitement. I need -- if you will excuse the expression -- a discrete, physically-fit, long-term, healthy, disease-free, 'fuck buddy.'" After I said that I paused for dramatic effect and moved my knees as far apart as they would go, pushed against the chair arms.

Garrett stared at me, his face almost expressionless, but he clearly gulped.

"Garrett, you're the only person I've come across so far that I think fits my criteria; do you have any interest in being my fuck buddy?"

"Aren't you married -- you're not getting divorced or separated, are you?" he stuttered, obviously a little uncomfortable.

"Yes I am married, and I most likely will not be getting divorced or separated, that is unless my husband Kent finds out what I have planned. In that case he likely will file for divorce. However, I'm willing to accept the consequences."

"Aren't you in love with him?"

I again paused for dramatic effect and painted a sly grin on my face. "I love him, but I'm not 'in love' with him -- do you know the difference?" I didn't give him a chance to answer that but simply continued, "I know that you do know the difference; that was a rhetorical question."

I crossed and uncrossed my legs while staring provocatively at him before I continued. "This isn't about him, however. It's about me. Trust me when I tell you that I know myself, and am certain that without a sexual relationship outside marriage I'm not going to be a happy person."

"Exactly what do you mean by a 'fuck buddy,' Celeste?"

"I mean someone that I can be sexually open with, who is willing to fuck two or three times a week at mutually agreeable times and places, who I can fuck without emotional involvement."

"What if I become emotionally involved with you?"

"You'll have to guard against that. I'm not looking for a divorce from Kent or a legally recognized relationship with you, and you'd have to understand that going in."

"What do I get out of it?" he asked in a manner that probably wasn't serious, but I couldn't be 100% sure.

As I stood up, removed my top, then dropped my shorts, sure that my moist pussy was glistening. Once he got a good look I snickered "If I have to explain that to you, you're not the guy." His eyes were as big as baseballs. "Tell you what, Garrett, you think about it. If you're interested in a two week trial period -- which is what I'm looking for right now -- call me when you have an STD-free certification, and we'll 'talk' again."

"Haven't you ever heard the expression 'Beware of Greeks bearing gifts?'" he chortled.

"Haven't you ever heard of 'Don't look a gift horse in the mouth?'" I countered. 

After a pregnant pause I started to pull up my shorts when he stood and stopped me. With a devilish smile he said "Hold on one second; there's something I need you to see just inside the door of my house."

He unlocked his front door, and I stepped out of my shorts -- my casual high heels still on -- and followed him inside. He reached onto a small antique table near his front door, grabbed a piece of paper, and handed it to me.

"What's this?" I asked, a little surprised.

"You're not the only one who has conducted an investigation," he chuckled. "I know all about you questioning people about me, and I found out as much as I could about you too. I'm a smart guy -- I knew what the most likely reason was why you were doing your investigation. I could see it in your eyes and feel it in your touch the day we first met, and I knew as thorough and intelligent as you are what paperwork you would want if I was right about your motives."

The bastard had given me an "All-Clear" report from a local STD testing lab. As I was looking it over he removed his shoes, socks, and shirt -- he had a great upper body.

"I accept your proposal for a trial period with a caveat. I want six real fucks, aside from any oral or hand activity, for a test. After that we'll re-evaluate. Deal?" he said, extending his hand.

I smiled, and extended my hand, shook his, and said "Deal."

A nanosecond after I mouthed "Deal," with his left hand he had yanked my tits into contact with his chest, released our grip, and was dropping his shorts with his right hand.

Still standing, we mauled each other until we could no longer contain our excitement. He backed me up to the only couch in his first floor living area. I thumped down on it, and he immediately got on his knees, spread my legs apart, and dove into my pussy with acute alacrity. He certainly knew how to eat pussy because within minutes I had climaxed twice already, having almost passed out the first time when he sucked my distended clit into his mouth.




Monogamy Isn't for Everyone



As I was just coming down from the euphoria of my second orgasm he pulled me up off the sofa, lifted me up by my thighs and ass cheeks, pushed my back against the nearest wall, and while smashing his lips into mine started poking his cock at my cunt. I wrapped my glimmering thighs around his waist, and reached one hand down to guide his rock-hard cock into my soaking wet orifice. Then all hell broke loose.

The animal fucked the shit out of me. He used long strokes, then short ones; slow deep and powerful strokes, then quick shallow ones; he rotated his hips, he squeezed my ass cheeks, and when I was about to orgasm for the third time he squatted slightly so that his cock actually seemed to be pushing "up" into me and then it exploded like a geyser into my eager cunt. My circuits fried in sync with my banshee yell and digging my nails into his back. I was almost comatose as he kept pummeling me long after the last cum grenade had detonated inside me. Finally I could tell that his knees were starting to buckle, so he back-pedaled to the couch and after I moved my thighs to the side of his body he was somehow able to sit with his cock still inside my pussy.

We moaned into each other's necks for the longest time, then he started sucking on my tits, and finally he softened and popped out of me. We eventually disengaged and as we sat side-by-side on the couch both started giggling.

"I'm sure that I don't need any more 'testing' but I'm not sure that I'd survive even a few weeks with you," I chortled. "You're a fucking animal," I continued chortling, while lightly squeezing his balls. That was the first time that my eyes saw his equipment, although my pussy was very well acquainted with it. He had a beautiful cock sparkling with our combined juices, and low hanging balls.

"Sorry," he cackled. "It's been a while for me and you're the hottest chick I've ever been around so I got overly excited. Your thighs are absolutely 'killer!'"

I smiled, snickered "Flattery will get you everywhere," then got down on my knees, took his flaccid cock into my mouth, and cleaned it off while I massaged his testicles. He started to get hard again but I stood up and said "My little kitty couldn't stand another bout right now, and I don't want it too sore in case my husband wants to knock off a piece of ass tonight. When can we meet again to schedule our activities?"

"Do you have any free time Saturday?" he asked with a mile-wide grin.

"My husband is taking the kids for swimming lessons that morning so I'm free from nine to eleven. Can I meet you here at 9:00 am to plan?"

"My pen -- and my bed -- will be ready," he laughed as he stood up and planted a passionate kiss on me while squeezing a tit.

I pulled on my shorts and put on my top and -- still in my high heels -- very carefully maneuvered down his steep wooden front steps, holding on to the railing. I had to just sit behind the wheel of my car for a while before driving off because my eyes weren't focusing properly. "Now I know what it's like to be fucked blind," I snickered to myself.

As I drove home, Garrett's cum was still leaking out of my pussy, and some had caked on my thighs. I needed a shower badly and didn't have much time before the kids were home from school -- fortunately today was not my car pool day. Even though my head was still spinning, I looked like a new woman by the time that my friend Elsie dropped Brad and Bernice off.

I made a nice big dinner with plenty of courses -- not because I felt guilty, because I didn't, but because I was famished. Regardless of my motives, Kent was very appreciative of the meal, and by the time that he put Bernice to bed and read her a story, and I put Brad to bed with his now seemingly nightly fifteen minute discussion about his favorite baseball team, I was feeling a stirring in my loins.

While I was still a little sore from my early afternoon encounter I was also horny; endorphins were still coursing through my body. While Kent had been affectionate recently, we hadn't fucked for nearly a week. When I cuddled up to him and placed one thigh over his leg in front of the TV he looked at me, smiled, and said "You seem to be cuddling a little differently than normal, Celeste. Why is that?"

"I want to know if you think that I have nice thighs." I mumbled while biting my thumb.

"Killer," he said with a smile. I smiled back while I thought "The second time that I've heard that today."

"Do you mind that I'm not wearing panties and have recently shaved?" I asked, feigning bashfulness. I had actually shaved that morning before meeting Garrett.

"Let me see," he humorously said. 

A few minutes later the TV was off, we were in our bed, and I was riding him cowgirl while he massaged my mammary glands until we had a nice almost simultaneous orgasm. I then promptly fell asleep, more content than I could remember.

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Things with Garrett proceeded smoothly. We both knew what we wanted, and we both really wanted to make it work. Plus, our equipment meshed almost perfectly.

Our agreement, which we actually wrote down (but didn't sign or include names in) was: We would meet twice a week, three times if either of us was particularly horny and it could be worked out. We would schedule the times and places by email, from accounts used only for that purpose with arbitrary names, changed every few weeks, each Sunday for the ensuing week. We would have a code word in case we had to cancel a meeting. We would never, ever, have any public display of affection or talk about the other person to anyone else. I wouldn't fuck anyone except him and Kent. If he fucked anyone else he would practice safe sex. If he developed feelings for anyone else so that he wanted to cut it off with me, he would give me two weeks advance notice. I would give him two weeks' notice if I wanted to cancel. We would try to work in overnight trips now and again, but they would be at a remote location with different travel methods unless we drove together after meeting outside our area. We would make every attempt to avoid emotional involvement. We were both really up for experimentation.

The fucking was incredible. Without the inhibitions or expectations of marriage (in mine, and according to him in his before his divorce, there were some things we were unwilling to suggest to our spouses lest it interfere with our relationship or make them suspicious) we experimented freely. The first time that he gently inserted a butt plug up my ass while fucking me doggy I almost passed out. The first time he did that with a vibrator and then turned in on low I screamed and almost literally climbed up a wall.

Since we both really wanted to make it work we were flexible in our schedules, and our fuck sessions took priority over anything else in our lives except for my quality time with Brad, Bernice and Kent, and his teaching and coaching. Except during our respective vacations, we were almost always able to schedule two sessions a week, one or two orgasms for him and three to five for me, each time. Sometimes we met three times in a week; four times we went away for three nights together. Even if Garrett had a romantic relationship with another woman we kept to our schedule and kept our priorities.

Since I was a consultant for the volleyball team, and since both of us got involved in some common community activities, we didn't just see each other when we fucked. We often saw each other times too, and enjoyed each other's company although we were sure to have no PDA or soulful looks.

Did I mention that the sex was incredible? Not only that but it got even better as we found things that we had experimented with that turned out to be particularly rewarding.

I can honestly say that Kent never missed out on sex because of my relationship with Garrett. Unless I was ill I made sure that I was available any time that Kent wanted to knock off a piece of ass, and participated vigorously. Also, since my sessions with Garrett kept my libido high there were times that I attacked Kent, breaking down his initial inertia, and with Kent I employed the best techniques from my experimentation with Garrett -- that is, those that would not raise suspicions. I covered my bases since I told Kent that I had learned any new technique from "girl talk."

Kent never once acted suspicious.

When my relationship with Garrett got to the point where it had been going on for about ten years -- he had gone through three girlfriends in that time period -- I took time to reflect. I had been thoroughly happy and fulfilled the entire decade, and could not be more content with my life. I was in perfect physical, mental, and emotional condition. What I had sure beat monogamy!

I did have one minor worry, however. When Garrett dropped the third girlfriend that he had during our relationship I asked him why, because I knew and liked her and thought that she was very compatible with Garrett.

"I made the mistake of comparing her to you in bed -- and she came up short. Way short. She was looking for an exclusive commitment and I couldn't give it to her as long as I'm porking you!" he replied.

I hoped that he hadn't fallen for me, but I put it out of my mind and instead just reveled in my contentment.

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Something always happens, though, doesn't it? It was not more than three weeks after my smug reflection on the status my existence that a monkey wrench got thrown into the machine of my life. 

Even though Garrett had just gotten back late from a trip on a Friday night -- actually at 4 a.m. on Saturday -- he didn't want to miss our planned Saturday 8 a.m. encounter. Our previous encounter had been one of our best ever since we did The Wheelbarrow and The Rocking Horse in the same session, the latter with a butt plug up my ass. 

I rode Garrett reverse cowgirl that Saturday morning, playing with his balls and fingering his ass while I did. My pussy really sucked all of the cum out of him. Afterward I sucked his cock until it was completely clean. He was out of it when I got up giggling to go to the bathroom. 

My cellphone -- at the side of the bed -- rang while I was in the bathroom and even though my cell-tone is significantly different than Garrett's, in his stupefied condition he answered it "Garrett Danner." He later told me that he was expecting a phone call from the School's Headmaster at 10 a.m. and was unaware of the time.

"Where's Celeste?" Was the male voice on the other end.

Still not thinking clearly Garrett responded, "She's here, let me get her." It was only then that he realized his mistake.

By the time that I got to the phone Garrett was in a panic. He saw the caller ID and realized that it was Kent. My explanation of "talking with Garrett about volleyball," didn't sit with Kent because it wasn't close to volleyball season.

As I drove home from disconsolate Garrett's house I thought back to eleven years ago when I first started on my journey for a lifestyle better than monogamy. I promised myself then that I would not lie to Kent if questioned directly about it. I decided to keep that promise, even though I didn't keep the "forsaking all others" vow.

When I walked through the door Kent looked angry -- hardly a surprise. "What's going on?" he growled.

I half-smiled. "Bernice has to leave for soccer in fifteen minutes. Our talk is going to take more than fifteen minutes. I promise to come clean. Let's arrange for sleepovers for the kids, and I can tell you the entire story."

That seemed to mollify him slightly. "You arrange the sleepovers, I'll take Bernice to soccer," he snapped.

Both Brad and Bernice were happy to have overnights at friends' houses; they actually had recently been begging for them. I was able to arrange them with just a few calls. 

We did things as a family for the rest of the day, including an early dinner. I took fourteen year old Bernice to her sleepover; sixteen year old Brad drove to his. When I returned, Kent was sitting in the living room.

"Do you want me tell the whole story, or do you want to ask questions?" I asked.

"You told me that you're coming completely clean -- whatever that means. Why don't you just do that," he said, with his arms crossed.

I sighed then started. Kent's eyes were fixed on me. Mine flashed between him and random objects in the room. "Eleven years ago I was restless and unhappy. I started to long for the adrenaline rush and excitement that I got from competitive athletics, and I was bored. Even taking care of two active little kids wasn't that much of a challenge, and didn't relieve my lack of excitement."

I sighed again. I saw Kent react only to the words "eleven years" and "adrenaline rush." I paused for a few seconds, and then continued.

"I examined my life completely. Please know that by saying this next thing that I am NOT in any way suggesting that you were responsible for what happened, because you're not; this is all about me. I'm just setting the stage."

Kent gave what appeared to be an involuntary nod.

"You were really involved in business, providing for our family, but that gave me too much time to think -- and get bored. I concluded that the only thing that would satisfy me would be to have extramarital sex with a single discrete partner." Kent involuntarily winced at that.

"It took me about eight months to find a suitable candidate. That's when I came across Garrett Danner. We've been having sex an average of two times a week since then, about the last ten years."

Kent looked like he was in shock. I think the only thing that kept him from going ballistic was the calm way that I delivered my story, and the fact that tears were dripping from one of my eyes.

"Kent, I'm sorry that you found out. I'm not sorry that I did it, because the last ten years having your love and sex with both you and Garrett has kept me completely fulfilled. I have had endorphins racing through my blood vessels most of the time. I know that is at an end now."

I pulled a handkerchief out of a side pocket of my purse and sniffled into it. He was still in shock.

"I will make this as easy for you as possible. If you want a divorce I won't oppose it and I won't ask for alimony; I'll get a job to support myself. We can move to someplace where we are close together so that both of us can see the kids all of the time, and completely cooperate in their upbringing."

I saw no real reaction from Kent so I continued. "If you decide that we can stay married I'll break it off with Garrett and never see him again. Either way, I won't have the same fulfillment in life that I had yesterday, but I've had ten fantastic years of selfish pleasure so I can't pity myself." 

Still no reaction from Kent -- he was staring at the floor. "There's only one caveat to what I say. I do not want Garrett exposed to his employer. I'm the one solely responsible; he's only a man and he couldn't resist me throwing my killer body at him. If you expose Garrett I'll make the divorce difficult; otherwise, since you're the wronged party I'll do whatever you want."

Finally Kent reacted. He got up, swore at me, paced back and forth, called me many names -- the nicest one was "slut" -- at the top of his lungs, kicked furniture, and smashed the glass top of the coffee table. I sat there, not making eye contact, sniffling into my hankie.

When Kent seemed to run out of steam I quietly asked "Do you want me to go to a hotel tonight, or move into the guest room?"

Kent paused for the longest time, staring at me. Suddenly he strode quickly over to me, grabbed me by the arm, and forcefully pulled me behind him upstairs to our bedroom. When we got to the bedroom he turned to face me with fire in his eyes. In a gruff voice he said "If I'm gonna divorce you I'm gonna get one last fuck of your slutty cunt.

Kent literally ripped my clothes off, threw me on the bed, and pulled off his pants. I didn't resist him in any way. He stuck his cock in my face and said "Suck it slut." I did. He got hard quickly. Once he was hard he pulled me off the bed, bent me over the back of the padded arm chair in our bedroom, and without any foreplay shoved his cock into my surprisingly moist pussy.

Kent fucked me more vigorously than I could remember. He roughly handled my tits as he did so. I got a powerful orgasm which caused my pussy to clamp down on his cock, instigating a forceful ejaculation of his cum into me. When he was done he pulled out, grabbed my hair, turned me around toward him, and said "Clean me up, slut."

I stayed subservient and sucked him clean. When I was done, without a word he got up and walked out of the room while I went into the washroom, peed, and started to shower. When Kent returned he pulled me out of the shower, dragged me to the bed, duct-taped my arms to the headboard, and then proceeded to finger fuck me.

By the next morning, Kent had sucked my tits raw, had fingered me dozens of time, and had fucked me three more times before he released me about 9 a.m. He had never fucked me more than twice in twelve hours before, and that night it was four times. My pussy was the sorest that it ever was.

I never begged him to stop, or resisted him in any way. I let him do whatever he wanted to me. I would have even let him have my ass if he had wanted it.

Before the kids came home I moved into the guest room. We had as normal a day as possible, under the circumstances, that Sunday, and I don't think that the kids sensed anything. Kent and I never talked about the 600 pound gorilla in the house, although we did talk almost normally about other things.

While Kent and Brad were at Brad's baseball game, and Bernice and a friend of hers were talking in her room, I drafted a note to Kent in long hand.

"Dear Kent:

I sincerely apologize again for hurting you. I do want to stay married to you, but the decision is completely in your hands. As I told you last night if you decide to divorce me I will not seek alimony. I will seek joint custody and will make every reasonable attempt to ensure that we both are as involved in our kids' lives as we are now, even if it means moving into adjacent apartments or condos, or even living together in the same house, me in the basement, you in the master bedroom.

One thing that I want you to focus on when making your decision is whether you were ever, even in the slightest way, denied either my love, or sex, at any time during the last ten years? I have been honest with you about my cheating -- if you are honest with yourself you have to answer that question 'No.'

I want your decision in sixty days. In the meantime I will sleep in the guestroom; if you don't tell me by then that you want to remain married I will file for divorce at that time. During this time I will make myself available for sex -- just like the slut that you have correctly pointed out that I am. However, I will not again be subjected to the same treatment as I was last night. You can treat me as a call girl, but not like a $3 whore.

I will not see Garrett again until you make a decision, or ever again if you decide to stay married to me.

I am willing to talk with you whenever you want, but will not initiate a discussion with you.

Love, Celeste."

I laid the letter on Kent's pillow in the master bedroom. I know that he read it because I saw it open, although face down, on the night table.

____________ 

It's now been fifty two days since I wrote the letter to Kent. Seven times since then he came into my room in the middle of the night for sex. Each time I tried to fuck him the best that I possibly could, and we had simultaneous mammoth orgasms six of the seven times, and nice ones the seventh. Twice, including last night, we fell asleep together in each other's arms; the other five times he left about ten minutes after we fucked.




Monogamy Isn't for Everyone



When I awoke this morning, Kent was sucking my tits. When he stopped I said "We're approaching the sixty days, Kent; I hope that you decide to stay married."

"I have a question and a request," he replied, with minimal emotion in his voice. "The question: if we divorce can we still have sex?"

"Yes, at least at the beginning. I can't say what the long term future would hold, however," I quickly replied. That seemed to please him.

"Fair enough. The request -- can I have thirty more days to decide; to be honest with you, my mind is still in turmoil. This is probably the most difficult decision of my life, and I want to be separated in time from your confession a little more before I make such a decision."

"OK," I smiled. "I'm just happy that you are considering it carefully."

I gave him a quick kiss on the lips. That resulted in him eating my pussy, even though we had fucked a mere seven hours ago and his cum still had to be inside. After he brought me to an orgasm orally he fucked me again in the missionary position, and a very satisfactory fuck it was. We had no sooner finished when Bernice banged on the door, ending any possibility that we might have a further post-coital discussion.

In fact, we have not talked about the situation further since my confession and his question and request this morning. During the last fifty two days, however, we have acted completely cordial even if the kids aren't around -- they suspect nothing.

I sent Garrett a letter explaining the situation. I have not seen him since the Saturday he answered my phone. Kent has not reported Garrett's activities to his employer.

I don't have a clue what Kent's decision will be.