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Sweet Ass Pt. 01

By: stormbreyer



This story is dedicated to the girl in the grocery store who's outfit and appearance inspired the character of Alex.

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Chapter 1

It started innocently enough. My wife was taking a yoga class with her girlfriend on Tuesday and Thursday nights, and her friend, Carol, couldn't go one evening. I kept in shape with middle distance running, and in hindsight I realize that I was condescending about yoga, teasing Amy by saying if you didn't sweat it wasn't a real workout.

She challenged me to go with her the night that Carol couldn't make it, and I figured what the hell, there are a lot of activities worse than watching a group of young women in yoga pants for an hour.

When we got there I was surprised to see about a third of the class was guys and they all looked to be at last as fit as I was, maybe some of them even more so. We started and I found it easy to follow the instructions on how to pose. At the half hour mark I was panting though, and by 45 minutes my shirt was soaked. When the instructor announced we were starting the cool down poses I almost wept for joy.

My wife was very graceful in victory. As I lay gasping on the floor while everyone else was rolling up their mats, she was chatting with a few classmates and ignoring me. I just gazed at her glowing face and taut body and thanked god that she was mine.

I heard a few girls ask her if she was going for a drink after, and I knew that she and Carol usually stopped for a glass of wine after the class on Thursdays with some of the others, but she realized I was not going to be presentable without a shower and a change of clothes, so she begged off.

We talked about it later that night and I conceded defeat, She asked if I enjoyed the class and I told her honestly that the only way I got through it was by using a trick that I learned while running long distances. I made myself think about something pleasurable and it blocked out the pain I was struggling with.

She asked what I focused on during the class, catching me off-guard, and I answered honestly before thinking it through.

"Sex," I said.

As soon as the word was out of my mouth, I knew I was in trouble. She got a crooked smile on her face and looked at me sideways. "With whom?" she challenged.

As I stammered and began to answer "with you, of course!", she added, "No, let me guess..."

"It was Jessica, the blonde girl with the big boobs in the crop top, wasn't it?"

She had picked a very attractive girl from the class who was probably the girl most women would pick, based on most women's assumption that guys go for the biggest rack. It still amazes me that she would think that, given how much I carry on about her cute B cup tits, and all the attention that I give them.

I sighed, and answered quietly,"No, it was the girl with the pixie haircut in front of us."

"Alex?" she asked, somewhat mystified. "The flat chested one in the pink tube top?"

Now, my wife and I have always been able to talk pretty openly about what we find attractive in other people. I probably encourage her to do it more than she does me, but that kind of honesty has never been a problem for us.

"Yep." I confirmed.

"Huh." She grunted, looking both surprised and dismissive at the same. You know the look I am talking about. Women use it when the want to make sure you explain something, but they also want to convey that no matter what you say it couldn't matter less to them.

Being a guy, I immediately took aim at the foot that wasn't in my mouth and shot myself in it. "She has a sweet ass." I said, too defensively even to my ear, as my face turned red.

Now this is where the discussion could go a hundred different ways, depending on the woman. I am blessed, because Amy reacted completely in character. She burst out laughing.

And I kept digging my grave, even as part of my mind was observing it in an out-of-body way and muttering, "that poor bastard..."

"She's cute! She has that gamin face, and short hair, and she is tiny, so even though her butt is a little bit big for her, it's still very nice. I also like her tattoos." I said, trailing off at the end as I finally forced myself to shut up.

My wife had the last word, of course, grinning at me and nodding her head knowingly as she proclaimed, "Alex sweet ass, huh?"

I finally developed the uncommon good sense to shut the fuck up and let it lie for the rest of the night, and when we went to bed, Amy actually gave me a peck on the cheek.

"I love you," I told her reflexively. 

"As much as you love sweet ass?" she quipped, giggling and rolling over away from me with my arm clutched to her chest, pulling me into the spoon position behind her.

I sighed, and let it go.

Over the following week, I carefully avoided the subject of the yoga class, and Amy went to the next two with her friend Carol, staying after the class on the following Thursday, as was the norm, to socialize with her classmates. I started to breath easy again.

Winter turned to spring, and Amy began imploring me to join her in the yoga class. She said she was starting to feel love handles at my waist, and the running was not going to keep me in shape at my current 3 to 4 times per week.

She was right, of course, and I considered my options. I could either put in a couple more 10k runs each week, or spend about the same time with her and Carol doing yoga. I could no longer dismiss the idea out of hand, given my first experience, so I agreed to try it for a while.

I struggled for the first month as my body got used to working a whole different set of muscles than I was using during running. Eventually, I started to actually enjoy the classes, and I noticed my overall strength improving, as well as my posture and breathing. I was becoming a fan of the ancient art!

I also started attending the Thursday after class events, and found out there was a group of regulars that showed up each week, including both girls and guys. Amy could do a whole class and end up no worse for wear appearance-wise, which still amazed me. She met me at the class after changing into her yoga outfit at her office beforehand, and she still looked fresh enough for the bar we went to afterwards. I had to take a change of clothes with me to the class, and because it was held at the community center and there was no locker room there, I would swap my shorts and tee shirt for a dry outfit in the parking lot at the bar before we went in.

It was in April when Amy started doing some double shifts at the hospital to cover for other nurses who were taking vacations. I found myself faced with going to the class without her, and decided it was important to me, so I joined Carol and went without Amy on two occasions. 

The second time Amy missed the class was a Thursday, and I was ready to head home after it was over, but Carol wanted to meet the group at the bar and didn't feel comfortable doing so without Amy or someone to accompany her. 

Carol is a couple years older than Amy and I, and divorced, but she is attractive and fun to talk to and I knew Amy was tied up for the rest of the night at work, so I agreed to go with her. I followed her to the bar. When we got there I told her I was going to change, and would meet her inside.

Carol said she would save me a stool and she headed in. I picked a parking spot towards the edge of the lot to provide some privacy, and began taking off my shirt and shorts as I stood next to the car in the darkness. I was in my jockey shorts toweling off when I noticed another figure in the parking lot several cars away from me.

I had been careful to turn off the dome light in the car before I started changing, so I was hidden in shadow. I made out that the other person was a small woman who had just gotten out of her car. In the faint light from the interior of her vehicle I could see that it was the girl, Alex, who caught my eye during the first class that I attended.

She peered carefully around the lot, but failed to see me in the darkness, three cars away. Satisfied that she was alone, she pulled off her tube top and yoga pants, leaving her body naked except for a wispy thong. 

My breath caught in my throat. She weighed maybe 100 pounds, and looked like a spectral vision from where I stood. She reached into her car and took out a simple orange dress on a hanger. With a casual indifference to her nudity, she removed the dress from the hanger and began bunching it up to pull it on over her head. As she did this, I feverishly tried to commit to memory the vision of her pert little A cup breasts and the swell of her breathtaking ass.

She got the dress over her head and let it fall to her waist. She smoothed the skirt portion over that wonderful bottom of hers, then switched from flip flops to another set of shoes that I could not make out.

I waited, holding my breath, as she locked her car and walked to the entrance of the bar. When she went inside I looked down and found a raging erection tenting my shorts. I finished changing while I wrote a Java script routine for work in my head in an effort to get my woody to subside.

Once inside, I found Carol and joined her at the bar. She had a Michelob Ultra waiting for me, and launched into a discussion of her week at work as I scanned the bar. I spotted Alex just two stools down. She had initially been hidden from my view by a couple of guys from the yoga class that Amy and I nicknamed David and Goliath, based on their appearance. She was talking to them and the bombshell, Jessica, with the big boobs.

I had a pleasant time chatting with Carol and a few other yoga classmates who showed up, but I was never able to maneuver closer to Alex to introduce myself. After an hour, Carol looked at her phone on the bar and announced that she was supposed to meet a guy for a late dinner and needed to get going. She started rooting in her purse for money, and I told her not to worry, I would cover her two glasses of wine. She thanked me and gave me a peck on the cheek, then bolted for the door.

I was finishing my own beer and thinking about leaving, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and there was Alex, smiling at me. I didn't have to pretend surprise at finding the girl I had been tracking all night had sought me out.

"Hi," she said, "I met your wife Amy a couple months ago, but I never got a chance to meet you yet."

I smiled and took her hand, "I'm Randy," I told her.

She grinned and said, "My name's Alexandra, but you can call me sweet ass." Then she broke into a throaty laugh.

My face turned red and my smile was frozen on my lps. Apparently, Amy had told her about our discussion. I finally answered, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"I'm sorry," she gasped. "Please call me Alex. Your wife made me promise her that I would say that to you when we met. I think she was hoping to be here with you when it happened though."

"She had to work tonight." I explained.

"Let her know that I followed her instructions. Hey, how about doing a shot with me?" she asked. 

I was still in pretty good shape since I was drinking light beer, so I agreed.

"Order us some vodka." she said.

I relaxed and signalled the bartender, then noticed Carol's phone was still on the bar. As the bartender approached, I picked it up.

I looked at him and said, "I think my friend left her phone."

He extended his hand and I asked him, "Can't I just keep it and give it to her?"

He smiled and replied, "If you hadn't told me it wasn't yours you could have. I am not allowed to let anyone take property of someone else from the bar if I know it doesn't belong to them. Let me hang on to it and tell your friend it will be here when she comes for it."

I realized that was probably for the best anyway, since I had no idea where Carol lived and wouldn't see her until the following Tuesday.

"We need two Grey Goose shooters and another Mic Ultra."

"Coming right up." he said and put the phone behind the bar for safe keeping.

I turned back to Alex, and she was talking to one of the guys from the class. I had an opportunity to get a good look at her from up close as she chatted with him. 

The dress she had on was a burnt orange color, and the material was semi-transparent. I could see the tattoo of a swallow on her shoulder, and another tattoo of writing extending vertically from her hip to her armpit through the fabric. There was no bra strap visible, but then I already knew she was not wearing a bra.

As she turned back to me I saw that she could get away with wearing that dress without a bra because the fabric on the front of the dress was shirred. The effect was intoxicating. You could make out her areolae and nipples as indistinct shadows through the wrinkles in the fabric without actually being able to see them. 

I tore my eyes away and took in her strappy, high heeled espadrille sandals and the bright orange polish on her finger and toe nails. My survey was done in seconds, and I looked back to her face to find her studying me.

The bartender announced the arrival of our drinks and I handed her one of the shot glasses. I clinked mine against hers and said, "Skol!"

Alex replied with what sounded like, "Zav strychoo!" and tossed back her shot in one gulp.

I followed her and gave her an inquiring look. "Russian?" I asked.

She nodded, "To our finally meeting," she translated.

I sipped my beer as she gave me a verbal version of what was probably her Tumblr profile. Grad student, Russian national, into yoga and running, two cats.

I had no idea what Amy had told her about us, so I just gave her a similar thumbnail sketch of myself. IT project manager, runner, married, no kids.

We talked about our mutual interests in running, and her studies in computer science. She was a very bright girl and fun to talk to. Before I realized it I had finished my beer and she had finished two cocktails and was looking at her watch. "I need to get home." she said, with a slight slur in her speech.

"You drove yourself here tonight, didn't you?" I asked.

She nodded groggily.

"I better give you a ride home. You are in no shape to drive yourself," I told her.

She put her arms around my waist and laid her head on my chest, "You are so nice. Thank you."

I paid the tab for myself, Carol and Alex's last three drinks, and steered her to the door. She stumbled outside, but the cool air seemed to revive her a bit. I put my arm around her and led her to my car, where I fumbled in my pocket for the key. 

Alex put her arm around my neck, and leaned close to me. I pressed the button on the key fob and the headlights blinked on as the doors unlocked. Suddenly, I felt something warm and wet in my ear canal. She probed my ear with the tip of her tongue and panted with lust.

My reaction was to turn my face towards her, and suddenly her tongue was in my mouth as she locked an arm around my neck. I wish I could say that I immediately pushed her away, but the combination of fantasizing about her all night up to that point and her aggressiveness caused me to respond. I wrapped my arms around her and returned the kiss. 

When she began to pull on my belt buckle, I realized that she intended to do me right in the parking lot, and the fog in my head cleared. My body was starting to respond to her, but I was thinking of my wife and beginning to feel guilty.

I gently pulled her arms from around my neck and considered my options. If I put her in the front seat next to me and she started attacking me again, I would drive right off the road. I opened the back door, and helped her slide onto the seat.

she fell back against the seat as I tried to pull the shoulder belt across her and buckle it. She had other ideas, though, and as I was leaning across her, she slid sideways and laid down on the seat, pulling me on top of her.

She giggled, and the absurdity of the situation struck me, causing me to laugh. I paused, looking at her face and said, "We better get you home. Where do you live?"

She whispered her address, then tried to kiss me. I gave her a quick kiss to placate her, then climbed out and shut the door. She was going to have to ride home laying on the seat without being belted in. I just hoped that a cop didn't spot her and pull me over. I was pretty sure I was legal, but I didn't want to press my luck.

I went around the car and got in. The whole exchange had taken five minutes, and there were people coming and going from the parking lot the whole time. What I didn't realize then was that one of those people was Carol, who had come back for her phone, and was only 20 feet away and watching us as the scenario with Alex played out.

Chapter 2

lI got home from work on Friday and changed from my business casual work clothes into a pair of jeans, anticipating that Amy and I would go out to grab a bite to eat when she got home. I twisted the cap off of a beer, and checked my phone for Facebook and Twitter updates as I waited.

When Amy came into the house I called out a greeting, but she marched from the front door to our room without responding. I assumed she was headed to the bathroom, and waited for her to finish. 

After a half hour and no sound from the bedroom, I got up and went in to check on her. I found her sitting on the bed and staring into space with a blank expression on her face. I knew something bad had happened, but I had no idea what it was.

I sat next to her and asked, "What's wrong, Amy?"

She sat, unmoving and with no change in expression, and asked, "What happened last night, Randy?"

At first, I couldn't think of what she was referring to, then I realized that someone must have seen me leaving the bar with Alex last night and told her about it. I decided that the best response was to come clean and explain exactly what happened.

"You probably mean at the bar after the yoga class. Listen, nothing happened. I just gave that girl Alex a ride home because she had a few too many drinks and I was worried about her driving."

"That's all?" she asked.

"Yes, I drove her home and dropped her off, then came right back here. I was already in bed when you got in last night."

"I got in at 12:30. What time did you leave the bar with her?" she asked.

My mind began to work on the question. Shit, what time did I get home? What time did I leave the bar? I did some quick math and figured the class was over at 7:30, Carol probably left the bar about 8 or so, and I didn't hang around for more than another hour. 

"I think I left the bar about 9 p.m." I said.

"Was that when you left the bar or the parking lot?" Amy responded.

Shit! Someone must have told her what happened in the parking lot. I tried to remember the details, and as they came back to me I realized how bad it must have looked to anyone who saw what happened.

"Listen," I said, "what happened in the parking lot looked a lot worse than it was. Alex was drunk and she tried to kiss me. I had to put her in the back of the car to sleep it off while I drove her home."

"From what I heard, she not only tried to kiss you, she succeeded. And you kissed her back."

"I got carried away for a minute, yes." I explained, the words tumbling out of me, "but I stopped and put her in the back seat of the car before it went any further."

"Did you climb into the back seat with her?"

SHIT! It probably looked just like that to anyone who was watching from outside the car. I had the damn interior light turned off in the car too, so no one could see me struggling to pull away from her, or laughing at how ridiculous the whole situation had become.

"I was not in the back seat with her for more than a few minutes. I was trying to belt her in, but she laid down on the seat so I gave up and left her that way while I drove her home." I said.

Amy looked at me with dead eyes, and asked, "What happened then?"


Sweet Ass Pt. 01



"Nothing!" I insisted. "I woke her up when we got to her apartment, then I helped her to the door and she went inside. I came straight home afterwards."

Tears started trailing down Amy's cheeks, but her eyes remained flat and her face was impassive. Her lack of anger or visible reaction was more unnerving to me than if she had been hysterical. I knew from the look on her face that she didn't believe me, and to be honest, I couldn't blame her. I probably wouldn't believe her if the situation was reversed.

That was when I started crying. I put my arms around Amy and told her I was sorry. I hugged her as her arms hung slack at her sides, and put my wet cheek against hers. I assured her again that nothing happened between Alex and me. I suggested that we find Alex so she could confirm my story. Alex had been drunk, but I thought she was probably not too drunk to remember it and back me up.

Amy said she was tired, and she wanted to rest for a while. She pulled away from me and took off her clothes, dropping them on the floor. We both slept naked, so this was not unusual, but she had always hung up her clothes after she took them off, until that night.

It was still early, but I had no idea what to do with myself as I wandered around our house, trying to come up with a way to assure Amy that I had remained faithful. I wanted to call Alex and ask her to help me convince Amy that nothing happened between us, but I had no number for her and couldn't even remember if she ever told me her last name, much less what it was. 

Then I remembered that I had programmed her address in my car's navigation system. I could drive Amy over and we could clear up the whole mess tonight!

I went back in the bedroom and the lights were off. I quietly asked Amy if she wanted to go to Alex's apartment so we could have her clear up the whole misunderstanding. Amy had been sleeping when I entered. She opened her eyes momentarily and then closed them again, saying we could do it later. She reiterated that she just wanted to rest a while.

I decided not to press the issue and tried to watch TV for a while, but couldn't concentrate on what I was watching. After an hour of staring at the screen as my mind searched unsuccessfully for a solution to the problem, I went to bed. 

After I took my clothes off and hung up both mine and the ones that Amy had discarded, I slipped into bed next to her and pressed my body against her back. She continued to sleep as I lay in a state of mental turmoil next to her. I don't remember when I finally got to sleep, but it was many hours later.

I woke up the next morning, and Amy was already up. I heard her making breakfast, so I got up and threw on shorts and a tee shirt so I could help her. She let me kiss her cheek good morning and asked me to get the newspaper while she finished making eggs and toast.

When I returned with the paper, she had the food on the table, so we sat down to eat. We split the paper up and read as we ate and then sipped our coffee. I kept looking at her, trying to figure out a way to broach the topic of my non-infidelity, and Amy ignored me for a while. Finally she looked up at me and asked, "What?"

"I'm sorry," I began, "I don't think you believe me about what happened Thursday night, and I want to reassure you that I didn't do anything more than kiss Alex, and I am very sorry that I did that."

"I do find it hard to believe," she admitted, "but I don't know how you can prove something didn't happen. I know you want me to talk to Alex about it, but even if something did happen she would probably deny it."

I struggled to come up with a response, and after a minute or so, Amy concluded with, "I just have to trust you."

I should have been happy to hear her say that, but the way she said it told me that this was going to be difficult for her. I said the only thing that I could think of at that moment, and it would be something that would come back to haunt me. "I will do anything to earn your trust back, honey."

And that was the last time we talked about it. The rest of the weekend was surprisingly normal, and though we didn't get romantic with each other, Amy was not cold or standoffish to me. 

The following Tuesday we both went to the yoga class together. Carol was there when we arrived and she did her best to stare daggers at me when I wasn't looking directly at her, but then looked away whenever I did return her stare. This confirmed that she was the one who had told Amy about what happened. I couldn't figure out what brought her back to the bar after she left, until she checked her phone just before the class started and I remembered that she left her phone behind that night. She must have come back later and witnessed the whole crazy scene in the parking lot.

Suddenly I realized how bad she must have portrayed it when she told Amy. Carol was divorced because her ex-husband had an affair. She caught him after he had been cheating for several years, and she told us that the worst part of it was realizing how many of her friends knew about it and didn't tell her. She said it made her feel foolish and ruined her relationship with those people.

She would not have hesitated to tell Amy everything she saw that night. She might have even embellished it, given her anger towards men who cheat. My heart sank as I thought about it, but I realized also that Amy must still truly love me, to put her doubts aside and believe my version of events. 

Alex was also there, though she was on the other side of the room with her friends and didn't even look over before the class started. I wasn't sure how she would react when she saw me, or even if she remembered coming on to me at the bar. 

I was incredibly tense as the class started, but Amy chatted casually with Carol and another girl and seemed completely fine. When the class was over I finally stood directly in front of Carol and said hi. She couldn't really pretend I wasn't there so she finally faced me and said, "Hello Randy." with a look of undisguised contempt on her face.

I wanted to ask her about her discussion with Amy, but Carol turned away and strode to the door, not even saying goodbye to Amy before she left. I looked at Amy and she was watching me, so I smiled and asked her if she was ready to go.

We each drove our own car home and put them in the garage. Once inside, I turned to Amy and asked, "It was Carol who told you what she saw Thursday night, wasn't it."

"Yes," she said, "and she has been very helpful to me in dealing with the situation."

"You spoke to her since last Friday?" I asked.

"We have talked every day since then, yes."

Alarm bells were going off in my head, and my concern must have shown on my face.

Amy said, "She has mostly been listening to me talk about my fears. If you are concerned that she is trying to break us up, don't worry. Her advice was to decide if I trusted you and if so. to do my best to forgive you and and move forward."

I was surprised at that, but glad that she was not actively undermining our relationship. Again, Amy didn't seem interested in any further discussion and I was doing my best to put the situation behind us, so I let it drop.

Home life was no different than it had been before, with the exception that Amy and I had gone almost two weeks without having sex. We had been married for five years, so sex was not an every night event, but we normally get amorous at least one night a week as well as on the weekend. I was the one who usually initiated sex and Amy wasn't denying me, I was just not making an attempt. I realized I was denying myself. Maybe I felt guilty about kissing Alex, or maybe I was afraid of being rejected by Amy, but I knew my behavior made me look guilty of something.

Knowing that I was making the situation worse didn't help me find a solution. I was still trying to figure it out on Thursday as I left work to meet Amy at the yoga class.

Chapter 3

Amy and I met up after work that night at the yoga class. Carol was more friendly to me, responding to my hello with an actual smile. We finished our workout and I overheard Amy telling Carol that she would see her at the bar we frequented after the class.

I asked Amy, "Are we going to the bar tonight?"

She responded, "I am planning to, yes. Are you going too?

I thought her response was odd. Of course I was going if she was. I said, "Sure, sounds like fun."

I got to the bar and changed into jeans and the dress shirt that I wore to work that day while still in the parking lot. I was surprised to see that Amy's car was not there yet.

I went inside and spotted Carol at the bar. I went over and stood next to her, asking, "Is it okay if I sit here?" gesturing to the stool next to her."

She sighed and said, "Sure."

"Listen, Carol, I know what you saw in the parking lot last week between me and Alex looked bad. I was foolish to let myself get carried away and return her kiss. That really was the worst of what happened that night, though."

She looked at me and said, "I am not the one you need to worry about convincing."

Just then Amy appeared in the space between us and said, "Order me a chardonnay please, hon."

I didn't react immediately because I was gawking at my wife. She was wearing a beige sweater dress that had a scoop neckline in the front and back, and suede pumps with four inch heels. She had applied fresh makeup and perfume, and looked like she was dressed for a date.

Carol did a low wolf whistle, and said, "You look like a million bucks, girl."

"Where did you change?" was all I could think of asking.

"I used the bathroom at the community center," she said.

I finally gathered my wits and said, "I agree, you look great."

I ordered Amy's wine and looked her over as she chatted with Carol. I could see that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath the dress because in the back the dress plunged to the middle of her back. That was unusual for Amy, who was normally somewhat body conscious when it came to clothing.

When her wine arrived, she gave me a peck on the cheek and said, "I don't feel like sitting, I'm going to mingle a little."

She walked off before I could respond, leaving me with Carol, who had a bemused look on her face. I struggled to find something to talk about with her, and she surprised me by asking, "So how are things at home with you and Amy?"

I scanned her face to see if she was gloating over my predicament, but she didn't display any malice in either her voice or expression. "Um, okay I guess. We haven't talked much about the situation since I apologized for kissing Alex and assured her that it went no further than that."

"Uh huh." Carol grunted.

"I am worried though. I am not sure that Amy believes me completely and I don't know what I will do if she doesn't forgive me. I would do anything to keep from losing her," I confessed, "She means everything to me."

Carol must have seen the anguish on my face, because her features softened. "It will take a while for her to get past this. You have to be patient and understand she is working on rebuilding her ability to trust you again."

I looked over to where Amy was standing, talking to David and Goliath, two guys from our yoga class. She looked happy and animated, laughing at whatever the subject was. She didn't look at me once while I was watching her, even though I continued to stare in hopes that she would acknowledge me. It finally dawned on me that the whole situation, the dress, the makeup and her attention to the guys from our class was punishment. She was punishing me for my indiscretion!

Now, I know guys are transparent, particularly when it comes to our feelings for women, but I was still shocked when I looked back at Carol and saw her arched eyebrows and the look of concern on her face. "You are really hurting from all of this, aren't you?" she asked, softly.

I dropped my head forward, afraid to even try to answer her out loud. As we sat there in awkward silence, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Turning in my seat, I found Alex standing behind me with a grin on her face and a martini glass in her hand.

"Hi Randy, I just want to thank you for driving me home last week. I'm sorry I was such a mess. It was great of you to be so concerned for me."

"Sure Alex, you're welcome."

Alex turned to Carol and said, "You know, this is one great guy. A lot of guys would have taken advantage of a girl in that situation, but I must have gravitated to Randy that night because I knew I could trust him."

She turned back to me and gave me a quick hug, then said," You're a peach," and wandered off.

As Alex wrapped her arms around me, I looked over her shoulder and saw Amy glaring at us.

"Oh no," I muttered.

Carol took in Amy's expression and said, "Maybe you should go give your wife a hug, too."

I picked up my beer and made my way to Amy. She was talking rapidly to David when I got there. I gave them a nod in greeting.

"This is Eric and Keith," Amy said, providing me with their real names. "Guys, this is my husband, Randy."

I shook hands with Eric, who we had nicknamed David because of his dark, good looks, then with his muscled friend Keith, who we christened Goliath before we met him.

"Nice to meet both of you." I said.

"Listen, hon," Amy said to me, "we are going to go to a club to do a little dancing now. I know you don't like to dance, so why don't you stay here and I will meet you at home afterwards."

I glanced at Eric and Keith, who seemed to be avoiding eye contact 

"Can I talk to you in private?" I asked Amy, trying to keep the anger out of my voice.

I took her elbow and stepped away from the others to give us some privacy. "What are you doing?" I demanded.

"Just what I said," Amy replied defiantly, "I want to do some dancing."

"I don't mind going with you if you want to go somewhere else," I said through gritted teeth.

"I know you don't enjoy dancing," Amy replied in a hiss, "so the only reason I can think of that you would want to go along is that you don't trust me. I find that rather ironic under the circumstances."

"You don't even know these guys." I retorted.

"I am a grown woman; I can take care of myself. Besides, what do you think they are going to do to me? Attack me in the parking lot? And even if they do, I think I can handle it better than you did!"

We were both good and pissed off at that point, so I said, "Fine, do what you want," and turned back towards the bar. By the time I got there I was cooling off and regretting my outburst. I decided to go back to Amy and ask her to please let me accompany her. I was more than willing to let her dance with the guys, I just didn't want to worry about her.

Turning back, I saw that I was too late. Amy was already exiting the bar with Eric and Keith in tow, and she seemed to be in a hurry.

I felt a hand on my forearm, and looked down to see Carol looking at me with concern. "What happened?"

"Amy decided to go dancing with Keith and Eric," I explained. "She didn't want me along, and I didn't handle it well. I wonder if I should follow them."

"Sit down for a minute." Carol said, "I want to talk to you."

She motioned for the bartender to bring us another round, and held onto my arm until I finally gave in and took a seat.

"You have to understand what Amy is going through. I really believe she is trying to trust you, but she is probably also questioning whether you deserve her trust. This is just a test to see if you do."

"I'm worried about her," I admitted. "And I am jealous that she wants to spend time with other guys instead of me."

"Do you trust her?" Carol asked.

"Sure I do. I just never saw her act this way before. Under normal circumstances I wouldn't have any concern about her being with other guys without me, but she is not acting like herself."

Carol nodded, "I think I know what she is feeling. When I found out about Aaron cheating on me I questioned if I was attractive to other guys any longer. I even thought about having an affair of my own, to teach my husband a lesson."

"If you're trying to reassure me it's not working," I said.

We both laughed, breaking the tension.

"I don't think you have anything to worry about. I said I thought about having an affair, but I never went through with it. I think Amy is like me in that regard. She just needs some reassurance from someone other than her husband that she is desirable."

"What do I do now?" I asked Carol.

"Well, you could keep me company, enjoy your beer and relax for a while. If you leave now you will either waste a bunch of time driving around trying to find them, or go home and mope until Amy decides you have been punished enough."

I considered what she was saying, and realized she was right. I was in no emotional condition to be alone at that point. "Thank you for your advice. I know that you talk to Amy about this situation frequently, and I think it's helped her. I imagine that you probably advised Amy to give me a second chance, and I appreciate that too."

Carol grinned, and shoved my shoulder. "I have always been on your side, you idiot. I have to confess that it confused me and made me angry when I saw you kissing Alex. I still have too much emotional baggage from my husband's issues where that is concerned, but I have always thought you were a great guy. There aren't too many of your type around, so we girls have to make an effort to look past your goofy mistakes."

We chatted until I finished my beer, then I excused myself and headed home. I was hoping to see Amy's car in the garage when I got there, but I was not surprised when it wasn't. I went upstairs and got ready for bed. It was only 10:30, but I kept straining to hear her car in the driveway. There was no way I could sleep, so I put on track pants and a tee shirt and went back downstairs to watch TV. I tuned into Sports Center and sat on the sofa, staring at the front door.

I remember looking at the DVR and seeing 12:05 at one point before I dozed off. When the garage door opened and roused me it was 12:47. Carol slipped through the door quietly until she saw me on the sofa. She shut the door and walked over to me.

"You waited up for me?" She asked.

"I was worried about you."

"About me, or about what I might do?"

"Both." I replied, honestly.

Amy sighed, and sat in my lap, resting her head on my shoulder. I was overwhelmed by a feeling of happiness to have her home safe, so I wrapped my arms around her and kissed the top of her head. I took in the smell of her perfume, and looked down past her face to the wonderful swell of her breasts visible above the neckline of her blouse.

"I'm sorry." She said, closing her eyes. "I don't know why I was such a bitch tonight."

"It's okay," I whispered.

"Do you want me to tell you what we did?" she asked.

I did, but didn't want to appear too eager or demanding.

"If you don't mind telling me."

"We went to Ophelia's," she said. "They had a good band there tonight."

Ophelia's was a restaurant and club that had opened up about six months ago that was very trendy and popular. I relaxed a little. Somehow knowing where she had been was reassuring.

"Was the band good?"

"Yeah, it was a jazz band with a female singer. She sang some blues numbers too."

Uh oh, I thought. Blues music means slow dancing.

"Eric convinced me to try a whiskey cocktail." Amy continued.

I gulped nervously. Amy is normally a wine drinker, and doesn't have much of a tolerance for alcohol. 

"Did you like it?" I inquired. 

Amy looked up at me and smiled. I could smell the whiskey when she said, "It was so good I had two of them."

She had been with Eric and Keith for almost four hours. Two drinks was not too bad for that amount of time, but I suspected that the cocktails were pretty strong based on how mellow Amy seemed to be.




Sweet Ass Pt. 01



"I hope you finished them and had some time to sober up before you came home." I said.

"I think I danced them off before the band finished." She said. "Eric and Keith are both very good dancers."

"Oh?" I replied, as casually as I could.

Amy studied my face, and frowned. She seemed to be wrestling with how to phrase what she was about to say. "I have to tell you something."

I sat silently, but gave her a gentle squeeze.

"Keith kissed me while we were dancing." She admitted, adding hastily, "Not for very long, but I was surprised, so I didn't stop him."

I was still silent, feeling some anger over hearing her admit to what she did, but also feeling something else underneath that. As I pictured Keith kissing Amy with his arms around her, I realized that I was imagining her returning the kiss.

Amy added, "I think I understand better how you could have let Alex kiss you and ended up kissing her back, even though you didn't plan to do it. It's easy to get caught up in the moment and find yourself getting carried away."

I cleared my throat and said, "That's a pretty good description of what happened to me, but you said you didn't kiss Keith back."

Amy put her hand on my chest, above my heart, and looked down as she said, "I didn't kiss Keith back, but after that song ended, I danced with Eric."

The picture in my head changed to the more handsome Eric with his arms around my wife, slow dancing with her. Even though the muscled Keith was the more intimidating of the two men, the thought of Eric becoming affectionate with Amy scared me worse.

"What happened then?" I asked nervously.

Amy fingered the graphic image on my tee shirt as she considered what to say. 

"The next song was a slow song, and Eric put his arm around me. I was relieved that he put his hand in the middle of my back until I realized that it was against my bare skin." She said. 

She was referring to the scooped back on her dress. The material fell in folds below the neckline in front and the opening in the back. I put my hand on her back at the bottom of her ribcage, and slowly let it slide down behind the folds of fabric. I was able to reach the swell of her hip before the bottom of the opening stopped my progress.

"The middle of your back?" I repeated.

"Yeah, about where your hand is now."

I thought about how tall Eric was, and how easy it would be for him to reach even lower than Amy's hip if he was standing with his arms around her. My anxiety over her response increased, but I also realized that I wanted to hear what happened next, and for some reason I was developing an erection.

"Then what happened?" I asked.

Amy wriggled a little in my lap, and I wondered if she could feel my arousal. "I was going to tell him to be careful where he put his hand so we didn't get thrown out of the bar, you know, joking about it, but..."

Amy paused, and I realized that I was holding my breath. She seemed to be carefully considering what to say. I was both terrified and anxiously eager to hear what happened next. 

"He kissed me before I could say anything. And even though I didn't kiss Keith back, I did sort of get carried away with Eric."

My heart was pounding. "Carried away?" I asked with as much outward calm as I could muster.

Amy broke into tears. I had to know the details of what happened. I swallowed my anger and hushed her, assuring her in advance that I forgave her for anything that she might have done.

She stopped crying and was still for a minute. Then she pushed away from me and asked, "What do you mean, 'anything that I might have done'? I didn't have sex with him, if that is what you are implying!"

"I'm not suggesting that you did," I stammered. "I just want you to know that I love you so much there is nothing you could do that would ever destroy that, except maybe if you never wanted to see me again. That is my biggest fear."

Her chin trembled, and she broke into tears again. I kissed her face as the tears fell, and told her I loved her. She was still crying but her lips sought out mine. As soon as we kissed, I lost control. I captured her head in my hands and thrust my tongue into her mouth. She was as excited as I was, and she flung her arms around my head trapping it in a vice and letting her tongue wrestle with mine.

I dropped my hands to her ass and stood up, lifting her with me. I laid her down on the carpet in front of the recliner and lay on top of her. I was tugging upward on the hem of her dress and she was pushing down on the waist of my pants. 

My pants got caught on my erection, which was now at full staff, and I had to help her get them off. Once I had them below my knees I grabbed her underwear and pulled them down as she lifted her legs. She still had her heels on, so we struggled for a minute to get the lacy thong over them. As soon as I had it free, she spread her legs wide, grabbed my tee shirt and pulled me down onto her.

As she kissed my face, I reached down and lined my cock up with her sopping pussy. I could feel wetness all around her crotch, and that only inflamed my passion even more. I thrust hard and buried myself inside of her in one thrust..

We both moaned at the wonderful sensation of being together again after more than a week of abstinence. "Fuck, you feel good," I gasped.

Amy normally doesn't like dirty talk during sex, but she surprised me by saying, "I missed your wonderful cock."

I pounded away at her, and she hooked her heels behind my ass, urging me to continue. We were devouring each other's mouths, and I opened my eyes to find her staring back into mine. We continued to gaze at each other as we fucked, and suddenly she lost focus and her eyes rolled up in her head. Her pussy convulsed around my cock and she came.

I was amazed, but happy. I was already close, and normally Amy takes a while to cum from regular intercourse. My need for release built as I enjoyed her body's reactions, and suddenly I was thinking about how we must look, fucking like animals on the living room floor. As the mental picture formed in my mind, I remembered her saying she got carried away with Eric, and then it was Eric on top of her in my mind's eye. 

I came with a loud groan and continued to thrust into her, even as the sensations became too intense and messed up my rhythm. I collapsed on top of her, and she wrapped her arms around me to match the position of her legs. I felt close to her again and sighed with happiness as she kissed my ear. Then she whispered, "That was wonderful, honey. I love you."

"I meant what I said. I could forgive you of anything except leaving me. That would crush me," I replied.

She smiled, "I don't plan to ever leave you."

I gazed at her face and thought about how to get back to our discussion about other people in in our relationship. I wanted to tell her... What? I didn't really know what to say, but I felt like we needed to discuss it.

She solved the problem for me by continuing her description of dancing with Eric. "I feel bad about kissing Eric back. Plus, I gave him the wrong idea. When I returned his kiss, he pulled me against him and I could feel his erection pressing into my stomach."

"Did that excite you?" I asked. "You seemed really excited when you started telling me about it. It's okay if you were, I understand. I got excited like that when Alex kissed me."

"You had an erection when you were kissing Alex?" she asked, though she didn't seem mad.

I decided that my best option was to tell Amy everything that happened the night I kissed Alex. I started with my chance encounter in the parking lot, where I saw her changing clothes. Then I told her about meeting Alex, and finding out that Amy had told her about my "sweet ass" comment. I described how amazing Alex looked in her semi-transparent dress and high heeled sandals and I told her about the tattoos, the shots of vodka, the kiss in the parking lot, stowing the girl in the back seat of the car to keep her from raping me, and finally dropping her off at her apartment.

Amy was laughing as I finished. "You poor boy! She teased you all night and you still didn't take advantage of her. You must have been walking around with a stiffy for hours."

I grinned, then my expression changed to relief. "So you finally believe me?"

Amy put a hand on my face and said, "I always believed you. I just couldn't figure out why you were acting so guilty."

I looked at Amy carefully. I wanted to tell her that I knew why, but I wasn't sure it was a good idea. I decided that our newfound honesty with each other was a good thing, and I should go for it.

"Amy, I was acting guilty because I was. I am afraid that if Alex hadn't been so drunk, and had come on to me like that, I probably couldn't have stopped myself. Her inability to consent to what we were about to do was what stopped me. I didn't want her to feel like I had taken advantage of her afterwards. At the time, my lust was all I could think of. It was only when you confronted me and I realized that I could have lost you if I had done it that I realized how close I came to screwing everything up."

Amy sighed, "Every woman worries that her guy will get hit on by another woman. We know that most guys can be convinced to cheat by the right combination of girl and circumstances. 

I am not sure how I would feel if you had slept with Alex, but I know I was very jealous when she hugged you in the bar tonight."

"I figured that out when you left with the guys," I said. "I was jealous then and also just now when you told me what happened."

"You were also feeling something else though, right?" she asked. "I felt your hard on against my hip, and you fucked me like an animal, which I loved by the way."

I grinned sheepishly. "I don't really know why the thought of you dancing with Eric made me angry and turned on at the same time."

"I think I do." Amy said. "I think it excites you to think of your wife with another man." She smiled at me cagily as she kept her arms and legs wrapped around me, preventing me from getting up.

I feigned ignorance to what she was implying, "What do you mean?"

She put her lips to my ear and whispered, "Let me finish telling you what happened with Eric. As we danced, his hand started to move lower. I told him to stop, just like I said, but instead he kissed me. I pushed against his chest at first, because he was being so forward, but he just held on until my willpower caved in. 

I softened my lips and I felt his tongue brushing against them. I wanted to stop, but I couldn't. I let his tongue into my mouth. Once he accomplished that, he pushed his hand down inside of my dress until it was on my bare ass cheek."

At this point, my erection was back and I couldn't help myself either. I pushed back into Amy, causing her to groan as she continued to tease me with her story.

"Oh God, Randy, I was so bad. His kissing and rubbing my ass was making my pussy wet. I bet you felt it when you took my thong off. I started grinding against his leg, right there on the dance floor."

Now I was out of control, slamming into Amy as she tried to continue speaking. "Eric was (ungh) being so dominant, and we were out on the dance floor where everyone (ungh) could see what was going on. Then his hand slipped between my ass cheeks (ungh) and I could feel his fingers following the crotch strap of the thong to my pussy lips..."

I came again, and my orgasm seemed to draw out for an eternity compared to my first fast and frantic explosion. I was left gasping and whimpering from the intensity of my release. Through it all, Amy held me and continued her erotic monologue.

"He put his other hand between our bodies and began squeezing my breast. He has big, strong hands, and long fingers. He wormed a finger of the hand between my legs inside the crotch of the thong," She paused. "I am so close, honey. Would you please go down on me?"

She looked at me expectantly, apparently waiting to continue the story until I complied. It had been a long time since I had gone down on her after we had sex, but I was happy to do it. I quickly positioned my head between her thighs and started lapping at her sopping wet sex.

She jumped when my tongue dragged across her clit. "Oh god, be careful. I am so sensitive right now."

I shifted lower, and tasted the cum leaking from between the petals of her splayed open pussy lips. I knew that I was licking up my own cum along with hers, but the combination of the two flavors was wonderful. I wondered if I would feel the same way knowing it was from another man? I imagined it would taste pretty much the same, but the thought of swallowing another man's cum made me nauseous.

"Oh, yes. That feels amazing, honey." Amy continued, "Did I mention that Eric's left hand, the one between our bodies that was squeezing my breast, was inside my dress?"

I groaned as I thought of the bastard mauling Amy's tit on the dance floor, like she was some kind of cheap slut.

"He was pulling on my nipple with his left hand, and the index finger of his right hand was trying to get into my pussy from between my ass cheeks. I was mortified, and started pushing against his chest again, but he was holding me tightly.

I continued to lick Amy, and she began using her hands to guide my head. She pulled me higher, back to her clit. I was careful not to lick it directly, but to swirl my tongue all around, only grazing it occasionally as I kept up a random pattern of soft caresses. Amy was beginning to churn her hips and pull harder on my hair.

"yeah, baby, right there," she moaned. "Eric maneuvered me to a corner of the dance floor where it was dark, but the people dancing close to us could tell something was going on. They couldn't see Eric's hand down the back of my dress because I had my back to the wall, but I was facing outward, and could see the expressions on a few people's faces.

One guy was leering at me. I think he knew something was going on by the way I was struggling with Eric. I tried to keep my face neutral, but I was feeling such a mix of emotions! I was angry, of course, and a bit scared, but I was also very turned on for some reason."

Amy stopped talking and grabbed my head with both hands, mashing my lips against her pussy. I knew this was the signal that she had reached the point of no return, and I could safely attack her clit to bring her to orgasm.

"Yeah, right there!" She added, "Then his finger found my pussy and he shoved it inside me. I came instantly," she cried, as she came again while telling the story.

Her thighs clamped against my ears and she used fistfuls of my hair to hold my head in place as she bucked against my face.

"OH, YES!" she shouted. "THAT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD!"

She bucked hard against my face, and I held onto her thighs to keep my mouth in contact with her pussy. All at once, she went from mashing my head against her to pushing it away. When Amy comes, it is always like that. First she can't get enough stimulation, then she reaches a point where she can't tolerate any more. 

I have always wondered what would happen if I tied her up and kept going at that point. Would she lose her mind, squirt, or what? I relented, like I always do. I learned the hard way that if I kept going she would use her hold on my ears to try to peel the skin off my head like a banana.

She trembled and convulsed as the aftershocks of her orgasm continued to wrack her body. I crawled back up between her legs and put my arms around her in a hug. She turned her face to me and gave me an erotic, sloppy kiss, getting a good taste of the film covering my face.

"Randy, your face is covered with cum!" she observed. I grinned at her and she smiled back and gave me a soft kiss. "You are the most wonderful man I have ever met," she whispered as she stroked the side of my face. I stared into her beautiful eyes.

"Can you forgive the way I behaved tonight?" she asked, anxiously.

"Of course!" I replied. "I would be a hypocrite if I didn't forgive you, since you have been so patient with me after my fuck up."

"Good." She sighed, "Now we just need to decide what to do about the other issue."

"What issue is that?" I asked, conscious of the butterflies in my stomach.

"The fact that you and I both apparently get turned on by me flirting and playing with other guys."

I didn't even try to disagree with her. Now that it was in the open, I was relieved. Her question was right on point. What were we going to do about it?



Sweet Ass Pt. 02



A few readers complained after I posted the first part of this story that I didn't warn them that it was a cuckold story. Apparently some of the delicate flowers who read it hoping it was a BTB story were offended at the turn it took! 

Randy and Amy explore their new interest further in this part. 

CONTAINS CUCKOLD MATERIAL!

You have been warned.

*****

Chapter 4

Over the next few days, Amy and I continued to talk about what had happened after our yoga class the previous week. I would not have characterized our relationship as lacking in communication before that point, but I realized we were now talking honestly at a much deeper level about our feelings than ever before.

Among the interesting things that I found out was that Amy was very hesitant about going through with what she had planned during the course of that day. She said she almost bailed out when she was putting on the dress without a bra, and again when she approached the guys to suggest that they go somewhere to dance. She also confirmed that it was her idea, and that she rushed them to give her a commitment when she saw me walking towards them, so that they wouldn't back out if I made a stink about it.

Another detail about the night that she shared with me was that after Eric forced his finger into her pussy, and she came, she collapsed against him for a minute or so from the intensity of her orgasm. When she got her strength back she pushed him away, and he let her go. At that point, she slapped him hard across the face and walked off the dance floor without him.

He went after her and was very apologetic, realizing that he had crossed a line. Kevin was still there, Amy told me, and offered her a ride home, but she said her head had cleared and she told both of them that she could drive herself.

I was proud of her for standing up to Eric, and for leaving to come home to me. I also told her I didn't blame her for what happened. Eric should not have taken the liberties with her that he did, even if he did see her let Kevin kiss her on the dance floor prior to that.

We talked a lot about why the situation made us both so horny, for lack of a better word. I tried to explain that my feelings about it were complex. Part of me was angry with Eric and scared by the idea of her with him, and another part was aroused. She asked me point blank if fantasized about her fucking Eric or other guys, and I had to admit that I had since that night. I hurried to assure her that I would never ask her to actually do it.

For her part, Amy admitted that, while she had been scared and upset with Eric over what happened, she had the most intense orgasms of her life that night, starting with the one on the dance floor with Eric, and ending with the ones I gave her on the living room floor when she came home. When I pressed her, she admitted that she had been thinking about Eric while I was making love to her, and imagining that it was him.

That discussion led to another round of intense sex for us. We finished with Amy on top of me, grinding her pussy against the base of my cock. She had become more vocal when we made love and she was telling me how good my cock felt. 

"Pretend you're talking to Eric," I asked.

"Oh baby, your cock feels amazing in my pussy," she said. 

"Use his name," I implored, a bit worried about how she would react.

She looked at me for a second, then grinned and closed her eyes. "Oh Eric, your cock feels so good. I can't believe I am fucking you, here in my own bed. What if my husband finds out about us? I don't want to lose him, but I can't get enough of your big cock." 

I was flabbergasted! I know I asked her for it, but I didn't think she would slip into role playing so easily. The four sentences she uttered had my cock so hard that it hurt, and I was close to orgasm.

"I don't care what your husband thinks. Your pussy belongs to me now." I replied in character. "I think it might be good if he caught us. Then he could see how much of a slut you are for me."

"If he ever finds out about us, we are through!" she said with her eyes clenched shut. She was sliding up and down the full length of my cock and slamming her pussy against me.

"I think he already knows, and he wants you to fuck me!" I hissed. "I think he gets off on it!"

Amy cried out and came, squeezing me tightly with her velvety sex. I rolled her onto her back and climbed between her legs, thrusting hard and fast into her as she clung to me with her arms around my neck and her face buried in my shoulder. She cried out again with another convulsion of lust and I emitted a drawn out growl as I came inside her.

As our excitement subsided, we looked at each other sheepishly. "You really get off on the idea of me fucking another guy, don't you?" she asked.

"I do and I don't understand why." I admitted. "Maybe it is because I love when you get excited and lose control, and you do that when we talk about this. I am very proud to be your husband, so it validates my feelings when other guys are attracted to you."

Amy said, "I think it turns me on because I have always wanted a way to excite you as much as you excite me. I lose it when you go down on me, and I wanted some way to make you lose control, too. Oral doesn't do it for you, and you never seemed interested in anal, so I didn't know how else to push your buttons."

"I even considered asking another woman to join us to see if that would do the trick," she said, blushing.

I stared at her with my mouth hanging open. "Who were you thinking of?" I asked.

"I dunno," she said evasively, doodling on my chest with the tip of her finger, "Maybe Carol."

I knew before she said it that Carol was the woman she was thinking of. I had to admit that Carol was very attractive. She was in her early thirties, a few years older than us, but still very sexy. I was consumed with love for Amy from her admission that she actually entertained the idea of including Carol in our sex life just to make me happy.

It made me realize that I needed to give her an opportunity to be with other guys if she was interested in it. I was being selfish denying her the chance if she had that desire, and the only reason for saying no was my own jealousy and possessiveness.

I know a lot of people cannot understand that logic. To them, the ultimate display of commitment is for two people to promise never to have sex with anyone else. While I understand that line of thinking in the sense of being willing to deny yourself any sexual pleasure outside of your marriage to show your love and commitment, it seems to imply that each person must give up their own opportunity for pleasure to make the other happy. Isn't it better if you can give up your own insecurity and possessiveness to make your partner happy? And if you get some enjoyment out of it too, then everybody comes out ahead.

I told Amy my thoughts and she said she felt the same way. Her admission emboldened me and I asked, "Would you have sex with another guy if I said it was okay with me?"

Amy answered slowly, "I never thought I would want that, but after last week I am not so sure. I just know that you are more important to me than anyone else, and I never want to jeopardize our relationship."

I hugged her and told her I loved her. I suggested that we didn't need to make any decisions until we had a chance to think it through, and that maybe we should just take a few days to let things settle down and see how we felt afterward. 

Amy agreed and cuddled with me as we drifted off to sleep. That night I had a dream that Amy and I were in our yoga class and Eric was there too, on a mat next to Amy. As we posed, I kept glancing over at them. 

At first they were just talking to each other, little whispered comments to keep from distracting the class. Then I looked over again after a downward facing dog, and Amy's top was missing. She looked at me and grinned, then turned back to Eric to whisper something.

Her breasts looked wonderful, and her nipples were erect. A red rash of excitement spread across her chest. I noticed that Eric was staring at her chest too. He looked at me with a smirk and winked. I closed my eyes and went from the plank position to downward dog again.

We held the pose for a five count, then we pushed through into cobra and I could look to my right again. Amy was now naked and in a plank position. Eric was lying underneath her, clothed, but his erection was creating an obscene bulge in his pants.

Amy looked at me, panting and clearly excited. "Can I fuck him?" she asked.

In the dream, I was gasping, and couldn't speak. I was trying to say yes, but the words wouldn't come out. I realized that I had come in my own pants, and I looked down to see a spreading wet spot. Amy noticed it and took it as consent, because she whispered, "Thanks, hon." And began to lower herself onto Eric.

I woke up and the light was just beginning to come through the window shades. Amy was sleeping with her face towards me, and she looked like an angel. I had an erection and was very turned on, but I knew it was too early to initiate sex, and we had to get up shortly to get ready for work. I closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep until the alarm went off 30 minutes later.

Chapter 5

Before we went to Tuesday's yoga class, Amy made me promise not to beat the crap out of Eric.

"What makes you think I am mad at him?" I asked, innocently.

Amy gave me a crooked smile, "I know how guy's minds work. You may have gotten off on the things he and I did last Thursday, but you could still lose it when you see him."

I promised not to initiate anything, but I told her that if he disrespected her, I was going to take it up with him. I also agreed not to do anything that would get me put in jail or embarrass her.

When we got to class, Amy and Carol greeted each other with a hug, then Carol turned to me and gave me a hug too! I smiled and asked, "To what do I owe that honor?"

She smiled at me and said, "Amy tells me that you guys kissed and made up. Good for you."

She patted my chest and gave me a quick peck on the lips, then she turned and began rolling out her mat.

I turned to Amy and asked, through clenched teeth and a big fake grin, "How much did you tell her?'

Amy said, "Just that we made up and started having sex again."

I nodded, relieved, and took a swig from my water bottle.

"And that you got off on the fantasy of me with other guys." 

I choked and water came out my nose. Amy and Carol both laughed, and Carol handed me her towel. The class began before I could find out any more, but I don't think it was my imagination that I caught Carol checking me out from the corner of her eye a few times during the class.

I noticed that Eric and Kevin both stayed at the front of the class, away from Amy. I caught Eric glancing at her once, and as I watched him his gazed shifted to me and then very quickly to the floor. I may have looked less than happy when he met my eye, and when I glanced to Amy, she was eyeing me warily.

At the end of the class, Carol asked if we were planning to go out after the Thursday class. Amy looked at me to provide an answer, and I said it sounded like fun. I ad libbed that we were thinking of going to Ophelia's since they had a band on Thursdays and Amy liked to dance.

Amy smiled at me and hugged my arm. Carol asked if she could go with us too, since she also enjoyed dancing. I said sure, we were just going to hang out, it wasn't like a date or anything.

Eric and Kevin walked by, and Kevin said hi to all of us. Eric didn't look over or slow down, which was probably for the best, and went through the door.

I was polite and replied, "Hi Kevin."

He stopped and dithered for a minute, commenting on the weather before finally blurting out, "Listen Amy, I am sorry if things got out of hand last week. I didn't mean to upset or offend you." 

He seemed genuinely contrite, and my opinion of him improved a hundred percent. 

Amy smiled and said, "Nonsense, Kevin. You didn't do anything to be ashamed of," with the emphasis on the word 'you', letting him off the hook but also making the unspoken statement that the pardon didn't extend to Eric.

Kevin put his hand out and shook Amy's, then he reached to me. I only hesitated a second, then I shook his hand and told him to have a good night. He nodded and left us.

I was hungry, and knew that Amy and I wouldn't want to cook when we got home, so I turned to her and asked, "Want to stop for a burger on the way home?"

She said sure, and invited Carol to join us. Carol accepted, and we all met at a brew pub near our house. We ate at the bar, with Amy in the middle of the three stools.

Once we put in our orders and each had a beer in front of us, the small talk turned to the people in the class, and Carol couldn't contain her curiosity, "So what happened that Kevin had to apologize about?"

I was curious because I knew Amy had told her something about our new fantasy life. She hadn't shared the reason behind it, apparently. Amy gave a pretty detailed description of what happened with Eric and Kevin the previous week, except for omitting Eric fingering her to orgasm on the dance floor. 

I was relieved, because I thought sharing that detail with Carol would make me look like a wimp for not taking Eric to task about it. I also didn't want Carol to have a negative image of Amy because of it, though she had not been a totally willing participant.

Between our thirst after the class, and the story that Amy told, we were well into our second round of beers by the time she finished. Carol had her mouth open at the end, and said, "Oh my God, I have to get myself a dress like that."

The girls went into a fit of giggles, and I sat grinning at them.

Carol looked at me and said, "You are a real gentleman, Randy. I am impressed."

I explained that Amy made me promise to behave myself, and not start a fight over what happened.

"Amy said that as you guys were talking about her dancing with other guys, you got into a fantasy of Amy being with another guy, and it turned both of you on."

I paused and looked at Amy. She was going to let me answer the question.

"I know it probably sounds crazy, but yeah, we found out we both share that fantasy."

"I don't think it's crazy," Carol said, "it's not cheating if both parties in the relationship give each other permission ahead of time."

Again Carol surprised me, and I wondered if my estimation of other people's attitudes towards sex was overly provincial. 

She added, "If my husband had approached me about opening our relationship to others instead of going behind my back, I might have agreed to it and saved us both a lot of grief."

This comment caused Amy to follow up with, "Do you think you could have dealt with him being with another woman?"

Carol considered the question and said, "It would have to be someone I really trusted, and who was not a threat to our relationship. I think I could have done it if it was someone like that, yes."

Amy nodded, "I agree. I told Randy if it ever happened for us, it would have to be someone I knew and trusted, like you."

This time it was Carol's turn to choke on her beer, and I handed her my napkin as Amy and I laughed at her look of surprise.

"You guys really thought of me when you were discussing this?" she asked. 

Amy glanced at me and said, "We are still in the fantasy stage. Neither one of us is ready to try this out for real yet."

I added, "But trust me when I tell you that you were the first woman that we both came up with when Amy told me how she felt about it. You are the hottest woman I know except for Amy."

Carol reached over and squeezed my hand, "Thanks for saying that, Randy."

We finished our food and I picked up the tab as the girls took a trip to the restroom together. As we walked outside to the parking lot, Amy stopped us.

"Randy, I want you to kiss Carol so I can see how I feel about it," she said.

I looked to Carol, who didn't seem surprised by the request, and realized they probably talked it over in the restroom. I shrugged and gave Carol a hug and a kiss on the lips, then released her.

We both looked at Amy, who was frowning. "I didn't mean a friend kiss. I want you to swap spit with her."

I chuckled nervously and glanced to Carol to gauge her feelings. She smiled and said, "let me help you by setting the mood. Do you remember the kiss you gave Alex in the parking lot a few weeks ago?"

I nodded, and she continued, "Well you know it made me mad, but what I didn't tell you was that part of the anger was because I fantasize about you kissing me that way. When I caught you doing it to Alex, and I realized that my pussy was getting wet from it, it really pissed me off. Now kiss me!"

She grabbed me and initiated another kiss. I hesitated for a second, then thought about her admission that I made her pussy damp, and relaxed. I felt her tongue flick my lips and I let mine part. I closed my eyes and became aware of how warm and tight her compact body felt against me. 

Our tongues began to wrestle, and I squeezed her against me tighter. She put her hands behind my head and really let herself get into it. I heard Amy clear her throat and say, "Okay, you either need to stop now or get a room."

We parted and Carol was looking at me through lidded eyes, and her face with those wonderful, moist lips was still tilted up to me.

Amy was grinning, "That wasn't so bad now, was it?"

We all laughed, breaking the tension. Carol and I exchanged a look that said we both enjoyed it more than we expected. I turned to Amy and asked, "What do you think now that you have first-hand data?'

"I am still processing it," she said, "but it wasn't as bad as I expected. You guys are actually pretty hot together. I may need a fire hose to separate you, if you ever get together, but I think I would live through it."

We said goodnight to Carol, and headed home. When we got into bed that night, I turned to Amy and asked again, "Are you sure you are okay?"

She nodded and said, "Just promise me that you won't do anything with Carol without discussing it with me first."

"I don't plan to do anything with her, period. If anything happens between her and I, you will have to initiate it and I honestly don't have any expectations, so if nothing happens you will not be disappointing me."

Amy gave me a hug and said, "I love you."

"I love you, too." I replied. I was still a bit jazzed from the kiss Carol gave me, but it was late, we had work the next day, and Amy didn't seem interested, so I cuddled behind her and we fell asleep.

That night I dreamed about kissing Carol at the bar. In my dream, Amy didn't tell us to stop. Instead, she told me to put my hand inside Carol's blouse as the kiss progressed. I did, and found out Carol was not wearing a bra.

Amy told me to play with her nipple, and put my other hand down the back of her yoga pants. I closed my eyes and did as she instructed. I felt the strap of a thong between the cheeks of Carol's ass, and my hand traced it down the crack of her ass and between her thighs.

I could feel her wetness as I pushed my forefinger under the crotch of the thong. She moaned and thrust her tongue deeply into my mouth. I pressed my middle finger between the lips of her cunt and inside of her to the second knuckle.

She moaned and sagged against me, and I realized I made her cum. When she regained her composure, she stepped back. I remembered that Amy was watching us, and I turned to her. She was smiling until she glanced down at my crotch. I followed her gaze and saw a stain spreading across the front of my trousers.

Amy looked up at me and her face flashed with anger. She said, "you promised we would talk about this first!" and slapped me hard, causing my head to snap to the right.




Sweet Ass Pt. 02



I woke up with a start. It was just after midnight by the clock on the nightstand. Amy was asleep and snoring softly, and I had a throbbing erection, but I had not actually cum like I had in the dream. I tried without success to make sense of the crazy dreams that I was having, and after 20 minutes fell back into dreamless sleep.

Chapter 6

Amy and I were busy the remainder of the week and didn't have a chance to discuss our plans for Thursday. She was out of the house that morning before I thought about it, so I threw a towel and my shaving kit in my gym bag to take with me, so I could at least freshen up after class. 

I changed into shorts and a tee shirt at work before heading to the class. I got there just as it was ready to start, and Amy and Carol were already warming up. Carol was wearing her normal outfit; yoga pants, sports bra and a loose tee shirt. She looked great, as usual.

Amy was wearing a different outfit, though. She had on lime green boy shorts and a tight yellow tee shirt, and she had the shirt knotted at the bottom so that it wouldn't ride up her chest when she bent over. It took me a second to realize that she also didn't have a bra on under it!

Now, a few of the other girls in class had gone braless in the past, including my muse, Alex, but Amy had never been that bold. She has firm, B cup breasts so they are not going to jiggle a lot, but her nipples are rather prominent. As we stretched upward into the cobra pose I stared at her tits, enthralled by the sight, until she cleared her throat. 

"Whatcha looking for, Randy?"

I met her gaze and blushed. She smiled and I heard Carol giggling on the other side of me.

When the class was over, Amy told me that she and Carol were planning to change in the restroom before we went to the club. I told her I would clean up in the men's room then, and we could all ride together in one car so the girls didn't have to worry about driving later.

Amy wanted to wait a few minutes until everyone cleared out before she tied up the ladies room, so she sent me to the car to fetch her clothes. When I got back with them, the instructor was the last to leave besides us, and he asked Carol and Amy to check the doors to make sure they were locked when we left.

I had Amy's garment bag in my right hand, and my clothes in my left, with my gym bag over my shoulder. Amy opened the door to the ladies room and said, "Please hang them up in in the first stall."

She and Carol followed me in, and Amy immediately untied the knot on her shirt and pulled it over her head. 

"Why don't you just change in here, with us?" Amy said to me. "You don't mind do you, Carol?"

Carol and I both exchanged a glance, and I could see that Carol was as surprised by the suggestion as I was.

"No, I guess that's all right," Carol stammered.

I had no idea where Amy was going with this, but the restroom did have two stalls, one an oversized handicap layout, and two sinks, so I figured I could use the small one and the girls could use the larger one. I took Carol's clothes and hung them in the handicap stall with Amy's.

When I came back out, I found that Amy had peeled off her shorts and was working on removing her underpants, trying to get them off without removing her flip flops and having to stand on the tile floor in her bare feet. Carol just shook her head and smiled at me as she removed her own tee shirt.

I was trying to be nonchalant about the whole thing, but my wife was now naked, leaning over a sink and peering into the mirror, and Carol was looking at her and wondering what the hell was going on. She finally shrugged, and began to take off her yoga pants.

Amy glanced at me, staring at Carol as she undressed, and said, "You need to get changed too, big boy."

With that, she grabbed the bottom of my tee shirt and pulled it up, waiting impatiently for me to raise my arms. I did, and she peeled the damp shirt off over my head. As soon as it was off she dropped it and reached for the waistband on my shorts. 

I grabbed her hands in alarm and said, "Hang on, maybe you are making Carol uncomfortable. I want to wash up, then I can change in the toilet stall."

Amy frowned and looked at Carol without letting go of my shorts. "I dunno. I think if he is going to clean up he should wash his balls and put on clean underwear. What do you think, Carol?"

Before Carol could answer, I jumped in, "I forgot to bring any clean underwear."

"I am not uncomfortable," Carol replied, " and I agree that he probably needs to clean up down there. If he doesn't have clean underwear it is probably better if he goes commando tonight."

Carol and Amy both laughed and Amy looked at me questioningly. I was tired of Amy's teasing, so I said, "Fine, but if I go commando tonight, we all do."

Amy and Carol both responded with a "Wooooooo."

Carol appeared to be getting into the game with Amy, and she replied first, "Deal!"

Then she calmly pulled her sport bra over her head, revealing two gorgeous breasts, slightly fuller than Amy's.

While I was drooling over Carol's breasts, Amy took the opportunity to hook her thumbs into both my shorts and underwear and pull them down before I realized what she was doing. I wasn't hard, but I was starting to chub up from all the teasing, so my cock was a respectable size.

Carol gave it a good look, then she let her gaze move up my body to my face. I was pretty proud of staying in shape, so I didn't feel intimidated by her stare. I decided to give as good as I got, so I asked Carol, "Do you need any help with your panties?"

Amy gave a loud laugh, and Carol smiled, then held her arms out in the universal gesture for "go for it."

I looked at Amy, and she shook her head, grinning. "You got yourself into this, let's see if you can get yourself out now."

I took that as a go signal, and walked directly in front of Carol, standing as close as I could without touching her. She was breathing a little heavy as we stared at each other, considering the class had been over for almost twenty minutes. 

I slowly lowered myself by bending my knees, and let my face travel down her body, getting a great, close up look at her breasts, then her belly button, and finally, her panty covered pussy. I slid my hands up the outside of her thighs and let my index fingers go inside the leg openings of her bikini briefs. I stopped and stared up at her. Guys can tease as well as girls can, I figured.

Carols put her hands on my shoulders as I slowly eased her panties down by sliding my hands down her thighs and dragging them along. As the front panel came down, slowly exposing her sex, I was treated to a pair of puffy lips shaved clean below a small triangle of sparse but long and dark pubic hair. When I got to her ankles, Carol raised one foot then the other to let me take them off.

I was in no hurry to get back up, and I felt Carol pulling me closer to her bare pussy. I turned and looked again at Amy, and she was now biting her lower lip, as she and Carol stared at each other.

My forehead touched Carol's tummy, and still she and I waited for a reaction from Amy, who finally gave her head a little shake and said, "I think she still needs help with something," as she turned to the mirror as if unaffected by what I was doing, and began fixing her makeup.

I wasn't sure what she meant, but Carol grabbed my head and turned my face to her pussy, pulling me against it. I let my tongue flick out and graze the top of her slit, and she moaned. 

I was still not sure what I was allowed to do under the circumstances, since this scenario had never come up during my sex talks with Amy. I kept licking Carol while trying to keep an eye on Amy's reaction.

Amy glanced at us a couple of times, and finally turned to Carol, grabbing her upper arms, and directing her to sit on the edge of the sink. 

"We are never going to get out of here at this rate." she said, and pushed the back of my head, burying my face in Carol's pussy again. 

Carol put her legs over my shoulders, and Amy actually forced my head into Carol's crotch, grinding my face against her pussy. I attacked Carol full force, and kept an eye on Amy, who leaned in to kiss Carol while using both hands to tweak her nipples and squeeze her tits. 

Carol's surprise turned to lust from having two people working to get her off at once, and she put her hands back on my head. I lapped at her now dripping pussy with my tongue, and flicked it back and forth across her clit. She started to grind her hips, almost imperceptibly, but I knew she was building to her climax.

Amy stepped back, and I replaced her hands on Carol's tits with mine. As I licked her and squeezed her tits, it struck me that I was in an almost perfect chair pose. I only had a few seconds to wonder why that random thought occurred to me, when Carol came and really began humping her sex against my face.

I stayed with her until she gently pushed my head away. She was leaning back against the mirror above the sink and staring at me as she panted heavily. I stood up and my erection pointed directly at her pussy.

Amy looked at us and said, "Uh oh, now Randy has a problem."

She turned back to her mirror and continued to work on her makeup. "I just fixed my lipstick, but maybe Carol can take care of it?" she asked with a glance and a wink at Carol.

I couldn't believe Amy was actually suggesting that Carol suck my cock. I guess I wasn't the only one she was manipulating tonight. I looked at Carol and she had a ravenous look on her face and a big grin on her lips.

She slid off the sink and kneeled in front of me. It was my turn to use my hands to put her head where I wanted it. She opened her mouth and pulled me deep into her throat. My knees almost buckled as she sucked on my cock and played with my balls.

Damn, this girl was giving me the best head of my life. I briefly worried that Amy might compare my reaction to when she gave me oral, but she seemed preoccupied with her own thoughts as she put on her makeup.

Carol used everything in her mouth and throat to stimulate me, except for her teeth. She gave me the warmest and deepest blow job that I had ever experienced. As she did, she looked up at me with big green eyes from under dark bangs, and I stared back at her in lust.

I groaned, and had a quick, pre-ejaculatory spasm, and Carol picked up on it, increasing the intensity of her attack. I put my hands on the side of her head and began thrusting into her mouth. She drooled around my cock, and put her hands on my ass to urge me on. I was almost throat fucking her and she was goading me to be more aggressive!

I started to cum and struggled to continue thrusting as my cock became super sensitive. Amy finally pulled my ass towards her and buried my cock in her throat as she swallowed my spunk. I was so deep in her mouth that her tongue was actually sticking out against my balls. I shuddered after five or six strong spurts, and tried to withdraw from her mouth. She kept me from pulling out too quickly and took a moment to suck my cock clean as I withdrew it.

When I finally pulled clear, she looked up at me with a grin and asked, "Feel better now?" 

In response, I pulled her up and kissed her on the lips, even though she had drool covering her chin and the taste of my spunk in her mouth. Some women find the willingness of a man to kiss them when they taste like cum a turn on, and Carol was apparently in that category. Our tongues dueled as we swapped each other's juices in a hot kiss.

Amy was pulling on a dress as we made out, and interjected, "Hurry up guys, you can probably have more fun later, but I want to get to the club and get a cocktail."

Her dress was a Jersey knit, and came down to mid-thigh. it was tight across her braless breasts and cute little ass, and it was the only thing she was wearing since our pact to go pantyless. Her outfit left absolutely nothing to the imagination, and it was the first time I could remember her wearing anything that made me even vaguely uneasy because it was too revealing.

I couldn't wait to see other guy's reactions to it. I took a quick whore's bath using the corner of the towel as my washcloth, then dried off with the rest of it and put on fresh deodorant and cologne.

As I pulled on my pants and buttoned my shirt, Carol finished putting on an oxford shirt dress, and fixing her hair where I had been pulling on it. She had on a cute lace bra under the dress, but buttoned the neck almost to the collar. I reached over and unbuttoned the dress down to the level of her nipples. Now she was still covered, but if she leaned forward or turned, the dress opened until you could see the edges of her pretty bra and the swell of her breasts.

She smiled up at me as I finished and put her hands on mine in a wordless thank you. I realized how much my attention was getting to her and wondered how long it had been since a man had let her know how sexy she was.

Amy took off her flip flops and put on some pumps with a nice amount of toe cleavage. I love women's feet, and seeing the top of the separation of a woman's toes above the vamp of her shoe is more erotic to me than breasts spilling out of a dress.

We all packed up and I once again lugged everyone's items out of the restroom as I trailed behind the two women. They chatted and giggled as we walked, while I watched their asses move in their dresses, knowing that they were both bare underneath. My cock twitched and began to stiffen again.

We got to the car and I opened the doors for the girls, hoping to get a quick beaver shot as they slid into their seats. Amy was careful and didn't reveal anything, but once she was inside and I turned to the backseat door, I found Carol already seated with her legs spread wide, holding the hem of her dress above her knees for me. It was so naughty and exciting, and I knew that she did it just for me, to make me happy. I smiled at her in gratitude as she slid backward and I slowly shut the door.

We made it to the club in about 15 minutes, but they didn't have valet parking so I let the girls out at the door and drove around the block looking for a parking space. It took me almost 20 minutes to find one and make my way back to the club.

When I got inside and went downstairs to the bar, I didn't see the girls at first. I scanned the lower level and found them already on the dance floor. They were dancing with Keith and Eric! 

Amy spotted me, and left the other three to make her way over to where I was standing. She must have read the anger on my face, because she immediately put her arms around me and said, "Settle down. I had no idea they were going to be here. I haven't talked to Eric since the last time I was here."

"I don't want you to dance with him. He doesn't respect you." I spat.

"He apologized for his behavior when we got here," she said. "He seemed genuine, so I accepted his apology. That's the only reason I was dancing with him when you came in."

I relaxed a little bit, but was still not sure if I could forgive the guy. Carol came off the dance floor and joined us, leaving Eric and Keith behind. I caught Eric glancing at us and understood that he was waiting for a signal that it was okay for them to approach us.

Carol gave me a quick hug and said, "Why don't you get us each one of those famous bourbon cocktails that Amy told us about?'

I looked at Amy, and she encouraged me to head to the bar with a quick slap on the ass, and a wink. I reluctantly left them and approached the bar. 

Once I had the drinks, I grabbed them and made my way back to the girls. I found them at a high top table just off the dance floor, talking to Eric and Keith. When I approached, the girls took their drinks and the guys said hello. I greeted them both with a nod but didn't offer my hand to either guy.

The conversation at the table was rather awkward for a few minutes until we got on the topic of area restaurants, and what we liked best. Everyone finally relaxed as we got into a safe topic that avoided the elephant in the room.

As that topic played out, Eric looked at Carol and asked if she wanted to dance. Carol agreed, but Amy couldn't stop herself from admonishing Eric with, "Keep your hands where we can see them!"

Even I chuckled as Eric blushed while Carol pulled him to the dance floor. I turned to Keith and began a conversation about our jobs, since I found out he also worked in the field of corporate computing. Amy participated for a while but kept glancing at the dance floor.

She finally leaned close to me and whispered, "Is it okay if I join Carol and Eric?"

I gave her a hug of gratitude for asking, and said, "Sure, go have fun."

I continued to talk to Keith, who I was starting to feel pretty comfortable with as I got to know him better. We chatted for a while as Carol, Amy and Eric danced for several songs. The band slowed the tempo down, and I saw Carol leave the dance floor as Amy and Eric started a slow dance together.

I kept an eye on my wife as Carol joined the conversation with Keith. She took over the responsibility to keep it going until Keith finished the beer he was drinking and offered to get us all refills. Carol and I both accepted, and he left us for a few minutes.

Carol leaned into me and asked, "Are you okay, Randy?'

I dragged my eyes away from the dance floor and said, "Yeah, thanks. How are you doing?"

Carol looked me in the eye and said, "I want you to know that I had no idea Amy was going to push us together in the restroom back there, but I don't regret it. I have had a wonderful evening so far."

I focused on her and said, "I enjoyed that too. Amy surprised us both."

Carol took my hand and said, "Come dance with me." 

I let her pull me out on the dance floor, and gave up trying to keep track of Amy and Eric in the crowd. I finished that dance with Carol, and she held onto me until the band went into the next number. Her body felt good against mine, and I relaxed as we danced in an intimate hug. When the song ended, Carol looked up at me and i gave her a soft kiss on the lips.

We made our way back to the table, where we found Amy and Eric working on their second round of cocktails with Keith. Eric spotted a friend in the thickening crowd and went to talk to him. Carol resumed her conversation with Keith, and Amy maneuvered me away from the table to talk to me in private.

"How are you doing, baby?" she asked.

"I'm fine," I replied, "How are you? Are you having fun? Is Eric behaving?"

"Yes, no, I mean yes..." she stammered.

I arched my eyebrows and waited for her to explain. "I let him kiss me again," she admitted.

I felt a hot rush of both anger and lust, but I tried to keep my face neutral.

"How do you feel about that?" she asked.

I admitted that I was both jealous and turned on. Amy gave me a crooked smile and asked, "Where do you want to go with this?"

Again, she was asking me to define limits for what she could do. I could have taken the opportunity to tell her she couldn't play with Eric anymore, but I punted. "What do you want to do?"

She looked at me and said, "It turned me on when Eric kissed me."

We both paused, and she finally continued, "I am curious about being alone with him."

There it was. The topic that had been on both our minds since the original incident. She confirmed that she wanted to take it further, and I suddenly realized that my activity earlier in the night made it hard for me to argue with her without looking like a hypocrite. I wondered how much of what happened with Carol had been manipulation by Amy to give her leverage in this moment.

I sighed. How could I deny her an opportunity with Eric given everything we had said and done as a result of their first encounter?

"I was hoping to be there when you played with someone for the first time," I said.




Sweet Ass Pt. 02



Amy looked in my eyes and said, "I know, but I am not sure I can enjoy it if you are there. I would worry about how you felt and how you might react. If we agree to some limits, can I do this on my own the first time? I am not sure I can even go through with it as it is."

I looked at her and realized she was a nervous wreck, just like me. I relented and said, "You can play with him, but any sex requires a condom, okay?" I was not worried about pregnancy, since Amy was on the pill, but I didn't want his cum in her.

Amy gave me a hug and said, "I love you. I promise to tell you everything you want to know afterwards. I will be careful."

"Are you leaving with him now?" I asked.

She smiled at me and said, "He hasn't even asked me yet. Let's see what happens. If he wants me to go with him I will let you know before we leave, okay?'

I felt like I didn't have any options, but I also realized I had let myself be maneuvered into that situation so I would have that as an excuse. I didn't want to make Amy feel guilty, so I forced a smile and told her, "Remember that I love you. I don't want you to fall in love with this guy, and lose you."

Amy reassured me, "This has nothing to do with loving Eric. This is just sex, and we can both enjoy it in our own way, or I wouldn't do it. I will never leave you for another guy, Randy."

I felt a little better, and we rejoined the other three at the table. Amy and Carol continued to dance with the guys, though I stayed off the dance floor for the remainder of the evening. As it got later and Amy was still there, I began to think she was going to back out. Then, about eleven o'clock, Eric announced that he was leaving. 

As he said his goodbyes to the others, Amy leaned into me and said, "I am going to follow him after he leaves. He told me he would drop me off at home later, but I don't want you to wait up for me. If you want to stay at Carol's tonight, that's okay too."

I stiffened, realizing that she was about to commit to this.

"Please be careful." I said.

Amy waited until Eric was gone, then she excused herself and left the three of us at the table. Carol was confused, but didn't ask what was up. After a few minutes, I asked her if she was ready to leave.

She didn't inquire about Amy, to my relief, since I didn't have an explanation for why we were leaving without her, and Keith just shook my hand and said he would see me in the next yoga class, as if everything was perfectly normal.

As we walked out, realization dawned on Carol and she said, "Did Amy leave with Eric?"

I looked at her, embarrassed and ashamed, and admitted she did.

Carol was quiet as we walked to where I parked the car. When we got there she said, "Look Randy, I don't want to be some consolation prize for you, for letting Amy fuck other guys."

She was angry, and I felt bad for being part of hurting her feelings.

"Amy may have pushed us together in order to ease her guilt over this, but I ultimately agreed to it for my own selfish reasons," I explained. "Your friendship means more to me than the opportunity for any sexual liaison though, so if you regret what we have done so far, it ends now."

Carol's features softened as she looked at my face, and she put her hand on my cheek. "You know that's not what I mean," she said, "just don't manipulate me and break my heart like my husband did."

I felt even more ashamed, since I had been part of manipulating her, even if it was without my prior knowledge. I apologized and gave her a hug.

She hugged me back and asked me, "Now what?"

I looked at her and said, "In the interest of full disclosure, I have to tell you that I have the rest of the evening free, and Amy's approval to spend it with you any way I like."

I added, "Subject to your approval, of course," with a very serious look on my face.

Carol matched my expression, then broke into a grin, "How about if its any way that I like, and you go along with it no matter what?"

I pretended to consider her proposal, but in reality I was relieved to have a chance to spend time with her instead of thinking and worrying about what Amy was up to. I realized the debt I owed her, and promised not to hurt her emotionally for throwing me this lifeline.

"It's a deal, but we have to promise each other not to let this be more than it is. I will never leave Amy for anyone else. You know that, right, Carol?"

Carol grinned at me and said, "Don't let your head get too big, Randy. I like you, but I also know your faults and foibles. Let's just take it a day at a time."

I opened the front passenger door for her, and she repeated flashing me as she got settled in. I tried my best not to think about Amy as I drove Carol home.

She directed me to her apartment and I pulled up by the front door. She looked at me and said, "Guest parking is around the corner."

Chapter 7

I was lying naked in Carol's bed, and she was pressed against me with her arm and leg thrown across my body. She was asleep, but I had been awake for two hours since we finished making love. Okay, okay... Since we fucked. I still loved my wife, but I was starting to have strong feelings for Carol, too.

I looked at the clock and it was after 2 a.m. I tried to crawl out from under her without waking her, but she stirred and clung to my neck.

"Don't go," she said sleepily.

"I'm sorry," I replied, "I just can't fall asleep here."

Remembering my promise not to mislead her I added, "I need to know that Amy is okay. Do you understand?"

By that point, Carol was fully awake. "Sure I do, honey," she said.

She kissed me, and I responded despite my preoccupation, returning her kiss with ardor.

"See, you're not ready to leave yet," she observed.

I smiled and kissed her forehead. "How are you still single? Do you know that I have never had a blowjob as good as the one you gave me earlier?"

She beamed with pride. "Thank you, Randy. That's both the most obscene and the nicest thing anyone has said to me in years!"

We laughed as I put on my clothes. Carol turned serious, "Where is your head at with all of this? I know I told you both earlier that whatever you and Amy enjoyed as a couple was no one else's business, but I feel like I have a personal interest in your relationship now."

I was honest in my response, "I am all over the place right now. I feel both apprehension and anticipation over seeing Amy after what is happening. I can tell you that I am very glad that I spent the evening with you and not by myself. I would have gone crazy if you were not available to keep me occupied."

Carol sat up and put her arms around me. I looked at her naked body and couldn't believe my good fortune at having both my wife and Carol as lovers at the same time, and both were aware of each other! We hugged and I pushed her away so I could look her in the eye.

"Are you okay with all of this?" I asked. "I am not sure if or when we might be together again. If Amy comes home and tells me that she can't do it, and she wants to stop, this may be our only tryst."

Carol smiled and said, "Yeah, sure, I am fine. What we did was wonderful, but it's not like I am planning a long term relationship with you, given the situation. You know I will continue to date other guys, right? Are you comfortable with that?"

"I could have told you honestly yesterday that your dating didn't matter to me, but I would be lying if I said it now."

Carol looked confused, so I added, "I mean, it's now important to me that any man who dates you be worthy of the honor. You are a special person and I love you."

"You love me, but you are not in love with me, right?"

"Yes," I said, "that's what I mean."

Carol smiled and laid back on the bed, pulling the covers up to her chin. "For what it's worth, I really hope this was not our one and only chance to be together."

"Me too." I replied as I went out the door.

I drove home and replayed the events of the evening in my head. Once we went into Carol's apartment earlier, we both felt awkward. She said she was going to take charge, so I waited on her cue, but she seemed uncertain of how to initiate things. 

Finally, she asked me,"Do you know anything about plumbing?"

I laughed, and said yes. She took me to the kitchen, and showed me a leaky trap under her kitchen sink.

I kneeled down and tested the fittings. I could see that the drain was leaking around the compression fitting above the trap, and I could move it up and down slightly. I explained that the fitting was loose and asked her if it leaked all the time. She said no, only when she was draining the sink. I showed her how I was going to fix it, then tightened the plastic nut above the joint. I had her run a few inches of water in the sink then pull the plug. We both watched as it drained without leaking.

She clapped her hands when there was no leak, and I laughed at how ridiculously easy it had been to please her. She thanked me, saying she hated to be dependent upon others for technical problems, and she appreciated me explaining the fix as well as performing it.

I was sitting on the floor with my back to the cabinet, and she was kneeling next to me. She had her knees together with her arms wrapped around them as I worked, and she was peering at me intently with those amazing green eyes.

She leaned over and gave me a thank you kiss, and I leaned closer so I could continue it. I pulled her arms from around her legs, and gently pushed her knees apart to allow me to look up her dress. She looked adorable sitting on her heels in a rather conservative shirt dress, but displaying her bare pussy to me. She had on glasses to allow her to see what I was doing, and she reminded me of a naughty librarian. A very sexy naughty librarian.

She stood up and led me to her bedroom. I closed the door, and she turned off the only light in the room. I turned it back on and asked her to strip for me so I could watch her. She became shy, but did as I asked. She was trembling visibly as she pulled the dress over her head and stood in front of me in only a bra.

I was sitting on the bed, and pulled her in between my legs. I took in her incredible body from head to toe as she fidgeted nervously. She finally reached behind her back and unhooked the bra. As she took it off, she kept her hands protectively over her breasts. I pulled them gently away, and took her right nipple into my mouth.

As I sucked her nipple, her trembling increased, but she wrapped my head in her arms and moaned in appreciation. The next hour was a blur of kissing, sucking and finally, me penetrating her and bringing her to three orgasms before I couldn't hold back any longer.

Then she fell asleep on top of me, and my thoughts turned back to Amy.

Now I was pulling into my garage and wondering if I would find her home yet. I went inside, and upstairs to the bedroom. It was empty. As I checked my phone to see if I had any messages, I heard a car pull into the driveway. I looked out the window and saw Eric and Amy get out of his car. 

Amy waited at the front bumper, while Eric walked to her. He wrapped her in his arms and she returned his embrace with her arms around his waist. Then they kissed.

My breath caught, as I watched Amy get kissed romantically by someone else for the first time. I could imagine how it felt for Eric as she opened her lips and flicked her tongue into his mouth. I was a bit annoyed at Amy for kissing Eric out in the open in our driveway. What if a neighbor saw them?

Then I realized that I was getting another erection, and I felt conflicted, since my fear of what others might think was apparently also a source of my arousal.

Amy pushed Eric away and stepped backward. He looked like he wanted to follow her, and I began to panic. Was she going to bring him to our bedroom? I couldn't face him knowing that he was aware that Amy had my permission for what she did. What the fuck was going on with me, I wondered?

She put her hand on his chest, and he stopped. He watched her walk to the house, then he turned and got in his car. As he backed out of the driveway, I heard the front door open, then Amy climbing the stairs.

She reached the top and turned towards me, smiling at something she was thinking. When she looked up and saw me standing there, she paused, searching my face.

I forced a smile and said, "Hi baby, I missed you."

She dropped her purse and flung herself into my arms, and we kissed. I felt smug satisfaction that her response to me was much more intense than the one with Eric that I just witnessed.

We stumbled together through the door of our bedroom and fell on the bed in a heap of tangled limbs as we tore at each other's clothes. I got her undressed quickly since she only had on the one garment, and she got me naked in record time, too.

I was afraid that she would go down on me and taste Carol, so I took the initiative to put my head between her legs first. I was licking her before I wondered if she had followed my request to have Eric wear a condom, but I couldn't taste anything except her, so I was pretty sure that she had.

She came quickly, just like the first time we made love after her dance with Eric. I crawled up her body and we repeated our frantic fuck session from the first encounter. 

As I entered her, I asked, "Did he make you cum?"

She groaned, "Yes, I can't even remember how many times."

I responded, "Did you fuck him?"

When she said yes, and started to describe the positions they were in each time he made her cum, I lost it and filled her with my own seed. I was amazed that I was even able to get it up, much less reach orgasm, given my play sessions with Carol earlier in the evening.

Amy held me as I went soft inside her, and I groggily rolled on my side and pulled the covers over us. She snuggled into me and we both fell asleep in minutes.

When the alarm went off less than three hours later, Amy groaned and I reached out and silenced the beeping.

"I swapped shifts for tonight," she told me. I decided to go into work late too, and pulled her close again before falling back asleep.

When I awoke at 8:30, Amy was still sleeping soundly. I got up and took a shower while I reflected on the crazy events of the previous day. Amy and I both had sex with other people, and then we had sex together, and we were okay with it. It sounded impossible when I put it in those terms.

Amy was still out when I finished dressing and headed to the office. I was busy until 6 p.m. that night, and when I got home I knew Amy would be working until midnight, so I made a couple of chef salads and ate one. I wrapped the other and put it away for Amy to have when she got home.

I watched a movie on Netflicks, but couldn't tell you the plot when it was done. My mind was still going over everything that happened. When Amy came in she was in a foul mood.

"What's wrong, baby?" I asked her.

She paused,and gave her head a shake. "Did you forget that I left my car at the community center last night?"

I realized that I had forgotten completely when I left for work that morning, and she had no transportation as a result. Another victim of my obsession with our new sex life.

"I had to Uber to work to avoid being late, then Uber over to get my car after work."

I hugged her and told her I was sorry, and that I had a big salad ready for her. She seemed to perk up at that, so I sat her at the kitchen counter and she ate while I poured us each a glass of Merlot.

"How are you feeling about the events of yesterday, in the cold light of day?" I asked.

A little smile played at her lips, and she asked back, "Would you rather I said that I could never do it again, or that I can't stop now that we have started?"

The question actually gave me pause. I had worried a lot about her telling me she was done with it, but the idea that she couldn't stop didn't even occur to me until she said it. I was still in the 'let's keep experimenting' mode.

"I guess the latter," I replied. "But when you put it that way, being unable to stop scares me too."

"We need to talk about what happens now with our new relationships," she said, "but it's getting late and I am beat. It can wait until tomorrow."

She was right, so I followed her upstairs and we turned in. There was no sex when we got in bed, and we were both asleep in five minutes.

The following morning I was up first, so I went downstairs and made coffee. Amy joined me as the coffee finished, and we had a quick breakfast of cereal and fruit.

As we ate, we talked about when and how we could communicate with our new lovers, what we expected in terms of keeping each other aware of those communications, and the need for both of us to know beforehand if we planned to meet either of them alone.

I explained my concerns about hurting Carol, since we were both already close friends with her. Amy agreed that she wanted to make sure Carol was not hurt, but she also said her relationship with Carol was now changed, and it might never be what it was before. I asked her to explain.

"She has a piece of your heart now," Amy said. "I know you, and you can't have sex with someone without an emotional connection to them. I will always worry about that, and wonder if it diminishes the intensity of your love for me.

Also, she is no longer my confidant. I lost that when you became her lover, and now I don't have anyone to share my emotions and feelings with anymore."

"I think we should tell her how you feel. I am pretty sure that she wants to stay close to you, and will agree to keep your discussions about our relationship in confidence," I said, "And nothing could reduce my love for you. I do care about Carol, but my feelings for you have grown stronger since we started this journey. How about your feelings for Eric? Does he have a piece of your heart that I need to worry about?"

"I think my situation is different. I am excited by being a 'bad girl' because I am having sex with someone other than my husband, someone I am only attracted to for a physical relationship. That element wouldn't be there if I thought of the guy in the context of a potential steady boyfriend. I also get enjoyment from teasing you and knowing how strongly it turns you on. The power it gives me over you is really fun."

"You didn't really answer my question." I pointed out.

Amy nodded and said, "I guess I am the same as you when it comes to sex partners. I do feel differently towards Eric now than I did before, but it's just friendship, not being in love."

We sat in silence for a few minutes, then Amy opened her messages on her phone and showed me a string from Eric from Friday morning, with her responses.

Eric: Hi, had a great time last night

Amy: Me too ;)

Eric: Can we get together again?

Amy: LOL. It's been less than 24 hours

I need recovery time.

Eric: OK, how soon then?

Amy: I need to talk to Randy first

Eric: Oh, OK. Let me know. 

"Wow, he is really eager," I observed.

Amy pointed out, "We probably wouldn't have gotten into this lifestyle if he wasn't. He was the catalyst for everything that has happened so far. I am kind of turned off by it now though. He is so pushy it's not attractive to me."

I was somewhat relieved by that, but wondered what it meant going forward. "Do you think you would rather have a different lover."

Amy looked at her phone, "Yes."

"Do you have someone in mind?"

"There are a couple of guys who I am thinking about," she admitted.

I had the now familiar sensation of dread and excitement when she said that. More than one guy?

"Let me guess," I said. "Is Kevin one of the guys?"

Amy smiled, "Yes."

"Who else?"

"There is a nurse at work who is always flirting with the rest of us. The girls all like Julian, and laugh off his advances, but I have a feeling he has been with a couple of them. He seems to prefer the married ones."




Sweet Ass Pt. 02



I had to ask, "Is he black?"

Amy smiled, "Does that shock you?"

"No," I replied,"but it does turn me on to think about watching you with him. Are you getting comfortable with the idea of me being with you during an encounter?"

Amy took my hand and said, "I am warming to the idea. You don't seem as jealous as you first were, and I would love to see your reaction when another guy does the things to me that seem to turn you on so much when I tell you about them."

I admitted that I was struggling with the whole cuckold role, and worried about what the other guy might do or say if I was in the room while he was with Amy.

"I really don't enjoy the whole humiliation and submissive husband stereotype."

Amy squeezed my hand and suggested, "Let's just see how things develop. We are both most comfortable doing what seems natural when we are in the moment. I don't think we should try to plan out a scenario based on what we think we want ahead of time, then try to make it happen. That could backfire on us."

I agreed, and asked her if I could text Carol to see how she was doing. Amy said yes, so I got my phone and sent a message.

Me: Hi Carol, how are you doing?

There was no immediate response, so I set the phone down and worked on cleaning up the dishes as Amy read the paper and had another cup of coffee.

My phone buzzed with an incoming text, so I picked it up.

Carol: Good morning, lover. I am good. 

How R U?

Me: Good. Just checking in

Carol: I was hoping to hear from you.

Things ok there?

Amy looked up from the paper, and I showed her the text string

Me: Yes, Amy says hi

Carol: Is she there now?

Me: Yes

Carol: Hi Amy, thx for loaning me ur man

I paused, Amy said, "Tell her she is welcome, and I appreciate her taking good care of you."

I arched my eyebrows, but complied.

Me: Amy says YW and thanks U 4 taking

good care of me

Carol: How about we all meet for brunch

tomorrow?

I showed the phone to Amy again. She looked at me and shrugged, but nodded.

Me: OK, want to try Ophelia's at noon? I

will reserve

Carol: Sounds good, thx for checking on

me

Me: Great! ttyl

The talk about our lovers had me wondering about the details from Amy's 'date' with Eric on Thursday, so I asked if we could talk about it.

Amy grinned and said, "If we start that, you won't get to the yard work you need to do until this afternoon."

I knew she was right. She promised to fill me in later, after my chores were done. I spent the next five hours mowing, trimming shrubs and mulching. I worked like a man possessed, thinking about my reward. When I was done, Amy was still out grocery shopping, so I went upstairs and took a shower. When I finished cleaning up Amy was home. I wrapped my towel around my waist, and went to the kitchen.

Amy had just finished putting everything away, and saw me standing in the doorway in my towel. She laughed and asked, "Do you want dinner before we get started?"

In response, I took her hand and pulled her into the den, where I whipped off the towel and sat on the sofa, pulling her into my lap. She leaned against me and, with a few kisses and gentle coaxing, began her narrative.

"After you told me I could go home with Eric, I couldn't figure out how to broach the topic with him. I just couldn't make myself ask him to take me home. I was afraid he would say no, for whatever reason.

Then Carol got you to dance, and we saw you kiss her. Actually, Eric noticed it and told me about it. When he did, I told him we had an open marriage. That did the trick. He began trying to kiss me and I finally let him, then he got very handsy.

I told him he was not going to repeat what happened the previous week, or I would leave. He suggested that we take a break outside, and I told him I was not going to fool around in a public parking lot either. Bingo, he suggested we go back to his place. I asked him if he had condoms there, and I thought he was going to cum in his pants, he was so excited!"

We both laughed at the picture. Amy continued, "When I told you I was going home with him, I thought you were going to pass out. I surprised you, didn't I?"

I nodded and Amy gave me a smug smile.

"After I waited for Eric to leave, and followed him out, I found him in his car, idling at the front door, like we were doing a bank heist or something."

We both laughed again.

"We drove to his place in silence. Neither one of us could think of anything to talk about! When we got there, my nerves were shot. Thankfully, Eric became more calm and focused, probably because he now knew I was a sure thing.

He opened my door and walked me to his apartment. When we got inside, he made me a drink without even asking if I wanted one, but I was never so grateful for a cocktail in my life.

I sipped it and he invited me to sit with him on the sofa. He asked me about work and I started to relax as I told him what I did. Then he got up and put some music on. I finished my cocktail and he held out his hand. I thought he wanted the glass, so I gave it to him. He just smiled and put it on the end table, then took my hand and pulled me up.

We started slow dancing to the music, and he kissed me again. This time I let him run his hands over my ass while we danced, and I pressed my hip against the bulge in his pants. 

When the song ended, he pulled me into his bedroom. I was starting to get wet from the dancing and feeling his hard cock rubbing my hip. He began unbuttoning his shirt, and asked me if I was going to get undressed.

I reached down and pulled my dress over my head, and I was standing in front of him in just my high heels. I felt so sexy and turned on.

I helped him with his clothes, and dropped to my knees to take off his pants. He pulled his shirt off as I unzipped him and tugged his pants and underwear down. He has a nice cock, about the same size as yours.

I started giving him a blow job, but he got impatient, and pulled me to my feet. Then he positioned me on the bed and went down on me. He is really good with his tongue, and I came after about two minutes. 

Once he got the first orgasm out of me with oral, he moved up and laid on top of me. I had to remind him about the condoms, and he immediately got one out and put it on."

By this point, Amy was sitting on a sausage. My erection was bent forward under her thighs, and I was pretty uncomfortable. I reached down to reposition things, and she slapped my hand.

"You just leave that alone, mister. I am in charge here!" she said.

I stared at her in shock, but complied. Amy continued, "Once we got started, I relaxed and began to enjoy it. I kept thinking how different he was compared to you, in terms of technique. After he gave me that first orgasm with his tongue, he was very dominant. 

He didn't ask what I liked or seem to care if I was enjoying what we were doing. He used me, and that really turned me on."

My woody was throbbing as I pictured my wife being used as a fuck toy by Eric. Amy got up and slowly undressed, smiling at me as she continued to talk.

"Once he had the condom on, he put me on my hands and knees and entered me from behind. He didn't slam it into me, but he also didn't wait to see if I was ready. He held my hips and pulled me back on his cock to the base on each stroke. I could feel his balls slap against my clit, and I closed my eyes and imagined you sitting by the bed watching."

Amy finished pulling her tee shirt off, and then undid her bra. 

"That was when I came the second time."

She massaged her breasts, and pulled at her wonderful, gumdrop nipples. At least with her no longer in my lap, my erection was free to stand straight up between my thighs.

"After I came he kept stroking in and out of me. I let my head and shoulders drop to the bed, and he pushed me over onto my hip. While I was still curled up, he put his cock back in my pussy and started fucking me again. It felt nice because I could just relax and enjoy it."

Amy pushed the stretch pants she was wearing down over her tight little ass. She turned away while she pulled them off over her feet, and treated me to a bird's eye view of her shaved pussy at the top of her thighs. I reached for my cock without thinking. Amy turned and grabbed my hand before I touched myself.

"Uh uh," she admonished, "that belongs to me."

She lowered her head and took me into her mouth, as she held my hands at my side. I tried to thrust upward, deeper into her mouth. and she put her chest on my knees to keep me still. She was teasing me and avoided providing enough stimulation to get me off.

She lifted up and said, "Eric crawled up next to me on the bed, and pulled me on top of him. I rose up and impaled myself on his cock again. As I rode him, he played with my tits. He was not gentle. I was humping him pretty hard until I started to tire. When I did, he held my hips and thrust upward into me. I came again then."

Amy crawled onto my lap facing me, and slowly lowered herself on my cock. I was getting close to orgasm.

"I slumped on his chest after I came, and he gave me a short breather as I lay panting on top of him. Then he rolled us both over and was on top again."

She began moving slowly up and down in my lap. Her pussy felt wet and hot.

"Once he was on top of me, I spread my thighs wide and he pushed back inside of me. While I had my knees up, he hooked an elbow under the left one and pulled it back against my side. Then he started fucking me again. He had incredible staying power."

I was right on the brink, and Amy seemed to know it. She stopped moving but continued her narrative, "He really pounded my pussy in that position. I loved it, and told him so. He grabbed my other leg and put his elbow under it too. I was folded almost in two with my knees by my armpits, and my pussy was completely vulnerable. That position exposed my clit, and it was so swollen, he mashed it against the base of his cock with every thrust."

I had to finish. I picked her up and laid her on the floor, hooking my elbows under her thighs and recreating the position she was describing.

"He put his right hand under my ass and worked it down to where we were joined. I grabbed his butt with both hands to encourage him to pound me harder, then he pushed a finger into my ass and I came again."

I followed her description like an instruction manual, and as my finger penetrated her anus, we both came.

"Yes, fuck me Eric!" she cried in my ear as I finished cumming with a loud groan.



Sweet Ass Pt. 03



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Chapter 8

We met Carol for brunch at noon on Sunday and had a leisurely meal. The conversation was light at first, then we got into a discussion about our increasingly complicated personal lives.

Amy filled Carol in on her tryst with Eric, during which I grew uncomfortable due to the increasing tightness in my shorts. I had always suspected that women were more graphic and honest about their sexual encounters when discussing them with each other than men are. I had no idea.

After Amy finished her story, I mentioned to Carol the concern Amy had about my relationship with her. "Amy feels she has lost you as a confidant because of our sexual relationship, Carol."

Carol protested, "No! Absolutely not. Randy and I are just having some fun, but I won't let it continue if you feel you can no longer trust me, Amy."

Amy gave me a pained look and explained to Carol, "I trust you, I just don't want to put you in a situation where you have to be careful what you say to Randy. I am honestly not worried about losing him to you, though I really don't understand why. You are very attractive and fun, and I probably should be concerned."

Carol replied, "Getting into a serious relationship with a married man is not going to happen with me. We are all in uncharted waters here, but I respect a girl's need to have someone to talk to about her personal feelings and fears. I would never tell Randy something you told me in confidence, Amy. I might need to tell you something that I don't want Randy to know, and I feel I could do that without worrying that you would betray me. Have I given you a reason to doubt me?"

Amy sighed, "No, of course not. I think I am still adjusting to have a best friend who is also a, a...sister wife, or whatever the fuck we are."

Carol and I laughed at the description.

Carol said, "Good God, not that. I can't imagine how those folks do this and raise each other's brats at the same time."

We sat in silence for a few minutes, smiling at each other. Then Amy said, "Randy and I talked about me looking for a different lover than Eric.'

Carol raised her eyebrows. "Why is that?"

"Eric is very pushy and demanding," Amy explained, "he has been after me to meet him again."

"Is that bad? At least you know you have his interest."

"I think I was caught up in the excitement at first. I just don't find him as attractive now that I am getting to know him better," she said. "You know as well as I do why a smart girl doesn't put out until at least the third date."

Maybe Carol did, but I was clueless. I admitted as much, saying, "I just thought you girls needed longer to decide if you wanted to have sex with a guy."

Carol and Amy laughed, as I sat wondering what was so funny.

Amy said, "Please explain this to my husband. He won't believe me if I tell him."

Carol patiently filled me in, "Women are just like men. If we meet an attractive guy, we usually know immediately that we want to have sex with him. There are two problems with actually doing it. One is that, unlike guys, girls get bad reputations for acting too fast on those feelings. The other is that guys tend to either write off a girl who is too easy, or latch onto them like a puppy."

Amy nodded as Carol was schooling me. 

"It appears that Amy has a new puppy," Carol quipped.

I thought about what she was saying, and it made perfect sense to me. It also suggested a solution. "What about if the guy you are interested in is a player?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" Carol asked.

Amy could see where I was going with the discussion. She jumped in, "One of the guys I told Randy that I was interested in is a single guy at work who seems to have a thing for married co-workers."

"It seems like he might be the answer to your dilemma." Carol said.

"I just can't imagine asking him out," Amy replied. "I am not comfortable initiating things with other guys. If Eric hadn't been so forward, none of this would have happened. Jamal flirts with me at work, but he does that with all the younger girls, and even a few of the older ones. and he is very careful to keep from being obvious or doing anything that would be cause for a harassment complaint. His comments are always ones that can be interpreted several ways.

Last week at work I had to get a male patient, a big guy, probably 275 pounds, into the shower for his bath. Jamal came up to me and asked 'do you need any help with your bath later?' The way he said it, with a smile and his sexy, low voice, I know he wasn't talking about helping me with the patient."

Amy hadn't mentioned this to me. I wondered if other guys hit on her, too?

Carol thought about it for a few minutes. "You need to get him in a social situation where you can let him know you are interested. I bet he goes after you in two seconds when he is not at work and worried about a sexual harassment claim."

"The people at the hospital never go out together after work. I guess I could suggest something like that."

"You might have better luck if you throw a party and invite some of the people from work, including him. You guys have that new patio and firepit at your house, so you could have a party out there. I would be happy to help you organize it."

Amy looked at me, and I said it sounded like fun. Amy and I both had a few friends and people from work who had invited us to their homes, so we could return the invitations and have a nice little get together. The girls started making plans about when to have it and what to serve. I was trying to figure out how we would work out the logistics of Amy with another guy if we had a house full of people.

We finished eating and walked with Carol back to the parking garage. Amy asked her, "What are you doing for the rest of the afternoon?"

Carol indicated that she was free, and asked what Amy had in mind. I was curious about that too, since Amy had acted lukewarm to the original suggestion from Carol that we get together. Amy suggested that we go for a swim at the pool in our subdivision. 

Carol said, "I would need to stop by my house to get a swimsuit."

"If you don't mind wearing one of mine, I have several that would probably fit you." Amy told her.

"Okay, I will follow you guys then."

Amy and I got our car, and Carol followed us to our house. On the way, I looked at Amy and asked her what she was up to.

She looked back at me with an innocent expression and asked, "What do you mean?"

"I am having trouble figuring out where you are with Carol," I said. "First you are best friends, then you encourage me to have sex with her while you are going after Eric, then you seem cool towards her, and now you invite her back to the house with us. I am confused, and I bet she feels the same way."

Amy sighed, "I don't know Randy. My head is all mixed up over what's going on with us. I have never had a sexual desire for another woman before, but when I saw you and Carol together this week it turned me on. Remember when I kissed her?"

I nodded. It was brief, but Amy seemed to put some passion into that kiss.

"It may sound strange, but when you started licking her pussy, I got jealous. But it was not about you wanting her, it was about her wanting you! Why would I feel that way about a woman who is attracted to my husband?"

"I don't know baby, but I am not judging you for it. I don't mind if you explore those feelings with Carol."

Amy laughed and rolled her eyes, "Oh God, you mean I have your permission to explore a lesbian relationship with your lover? I don't suppose you want in on that, do you?"

I grinned at her response. "Guilty! I guess I am no different than 90 percent of the husbands in the world who say that, while they can't imagine their wife with another man, the thought of her with another woman is exciting."

"Maybe that's it!" Amy said, "I am still looking for ways to shock and excite you."

I didn't feel like I had to confirm her suspicion on that account. Amy was quiet for a minute, then she asked, "If I wanted to see you with another guy, would you do it for me?"

That caused a sharp intake of breath for me. Holy crap, did Amy really ask me that? I looked carefully at her for as long as I dared take my eyes off the road as I drove. She appeared serious.

"Geeze, Amy, I don't know." I said carefully. "There are a lot of things that make me uncomfortable about that. You know that I am not a homophobe, but I would really have to work on overcoming some personal boundaries and insecurities to be able to do anything sexual with another guy."

Amy nodded and looked wistfully out the window. "I am sorry. That wasn't fair. We should only be exploring things we are both comfortable with."

"We can't do that without talking about what excites us." I observed. "You can tell me anything that you are feeling. I am just not sure I can always fulfill your hopes when it comes to some things. What in particular would you like to see me do with another man?"

"I don't know." She said. "Forget I asked."

"No, now you are being evasive. Whatever you say can't hurt me. Tell me what excites you."

"When I think about you going down on a guy, particularly a guy I have just fucked, it makes me crazy."

I looked at her and saw sparks in her eyes. She shivered as she continued, "I think I could come without touching myself if you cleaned off a guys cock after he came in my pussy."

"Put your hand in your pants." I told her.

She stared at me blank faced for a second. 

I said firmly, "Do it now!"

A glance confirmed that she followed my instructions. I continued, as I watched the road ahead, "Imagine Jamal has just fucked you and left a big load in your pussy."

Out of the corner of my eye, I see her hand moving inside her shorts. 

"You are on our bed, and he rolls off of you to go to the bathroom. I was in the chair next to the bed and watched him fuck you twice over the course of an hour."

Her hand is moving faster. I continue my fantasy.

"I get up and crawl across the bed to you. You are spent, but you let me kiss you and you return the kiss. I can taste something strange, and I realize it's him, his masculine scent from when you went down on him before he fucked you.

You put your hand on my head and push me lower. I want to suck on your nipples, but you have something else in mind. You push me to your sopping cunt."

Amy's breath caught in her throat. She stopped to unbuckle her belt and open her shorts. She pushed them down to her ankles and went back to work on her pussy with her knees spread wide. I couldn't believe we were driving through town as she played with her pussy, naked from the waist down.

"I have never seen your pussy full of another man's cum before." I said. "The lips are spread apart, and there is cum oozing out of the opening. His big cock has opened you up so that I can see inside of you."

Amy still had on her seatbelt, but her feet were planted on the floor of the car, and her pelvis was raised six inches off the seat as she arched her back in ecstasy.

"I put my mouth over your pussy and push my tongue inside of you as far as I can."

With that, Amy yelled and began squirting cum all over the dashboard. I almost drive off the road in disbelief! She had never squirted before, and I was so amazed I was speechless.

She emitted three distinct sprays that soaked her thighs and splattered the dashboard. Her hand was a blur as she rubbed her clit and groaned. after fifteen seconds or so, she dropped back in her seat and put her clean hand over her face.

It took a few seconds before I realized that she was crying

"What's wrong, baby?" I asked.

She leaned over the console and puts her face on my shoulder. "I'm sorry." she sobbed.

"For what?" I ask. "That was the most amazing thing I have ever seen."

"I don't know what came over me. I can't believe what a slut I am becoming." she moaned.

"Nonsense." I told her. "You are just enjoying your sexuality. There is nothing wrong with that."

She realized where we were and grabbed some kleenex out of the glove box. She started wiping the dash.

"Don't worry about the car." I told her. "We will be home in five minutes, and I can clean this up later. Just clean yourself up and get dressed."

She started mopping her pussy instead and said, "Jesus, it looks like I was hit with a water balloon!"

I started laughing, and soon she was laughing too. We were both laughing so hard we had tears coming out of our eyes. Amy finished wiping dry and pulled her shorts back on as we pulled into our driveway.

Carol pulled in behind us, and I wondered if she was following close enough to figure out what we were up to.

She got out of her car, took one look at Amy, and asked, "Did you spill something into your lap?"

Chapter 9

I put on some board shorts and was ready to go to the pool in five minutes. Amy took Carol into the master bedroom closet at the same time and shut the door. I listened to them talk and giggle for twenty minutes.

Finally, the door opened and the two paraded out to show me what they decided to wear to the pool. Amy had on a black string bikini that I dared her to buy when we were on vacation in the Caribbean two years ago, but that she had never worn before to my knowledge. The top was two small triangles of fabric connected with string that just covered her breasts. The bottom was a typical bikini bottom, except the sides were tied together with strings. It was perfectly acceptable, and I had seen teenage girls at the pool in much less, but it was quite a daring choice for Amy who tended towards one piece suits. She looked amazing, and I was more excited by her appearance in the suit than if she had been naked.

Carol had on another of Amy's bikinis, in a tropical print. It was cut more generously, but the effect on her fuller breasts and hips was just as intoxicating as what Amy was wearing. The other feature of Carol's bikini was that it was unlined. It was supposed to allow for tanning through the fabric with the print keeping anything from being revealed, but from past experience I knew it was pretty easy to make out nipples and bush when it was wet.

I whistled at them and Amy actually blushed, while Carol curtsied and did a Betty Boop pose. We gathered some towels and walked the two blocks to the pool in flip flops and sunglasses. 

When we got to the pool, there were very few people there. I used to wonder why so few people used the pool, but then I realized that we only got to it a handful of times during the summer ourselves. I guess everyone is busy nowadays. 

We were able to get three chaise lounges in a sunny spot that also had an umbrella that we could use once we had enough sun. Some kids had a boombox playing top 40 music and we didn't have anyone within 25 feet of us, so we could talk without worrying about being overheard. 

The girls set up next to each other, so I put my lounger next to Carol. We lay quietly for the first ten minutes, and I was starting to get sleepy from the food and wine from lunch, when Carol asked Amy, "Have you ever been with another girl?"

I had my sunglasses on, and I tried not to react, but my ears were straining to hear the answer to the question I had always wondered about, but never asked.

"No, I haven't"

Carol said, "You gave me a really nice kiss the other night. I just wondered because I really enjoyed it. Of course, squeezing my boobs while Randy licked my clit helped, too."

The girls giggled and I squirmed a bit.

"How about you?" Amy asked.

Carol was quiet for a minute before responding, "I never told Aaron or anyone this, but when I was in college, I had a pretty intense relationship with my roommate.

It started innocently, with us getting drunk on sweet white wine and telling our sexual histories to each other. Then one night, Becky asked me if I ever masturbated."

Carol paused, and Amy asked, "What happened then?"

"Becky showed me how she liked to masturbate, using a hairbrush with a big, thick handle. I watched her put the handle in her pussy and rub her clit until she came. I was turned on, but too shy to say or do anything.

She asked me if I wanted to try it and I shook my head no. Then she told me to lie back and close my eyes. I was pretty drunk, and I remember thinking, 'why not?' My rationale was that if I didn't actively participate, I wasn't gay.

I laid back, and waited for the handle of the brush to penetrate me. Instead, I felt her breath on my pussy, and I froze. Before I could react, she licked my clit with the tip of her tongue."

I flipped on my stomach to hide my erection. Carol glanced at me and said, "Sorry, Randy. I didn't mean to cause you a problem."

"No worries, I'm good." I croaked.

The girls giggled again. 

Amy coaxed Carol with, "You have to tell me the rest now!"

"It's pretty mundane, really. By the end of that night, I had cum twice from Becky's mouth on my pussy, and learned how to scissor with her. A week later, after she pleaded with me for an hour and I drank half a bottle of wine, I went down on her.

By the end of that month we were sleeping together at night. We kept it up for three months, until the end of the school year. We both went home for the summer and promised to keep in touch. The next time I heard from her was an email over the fourth of July weekend telling me that she couldn't afford to come back to school the following year."

I looked over at Carol, and she took off her glasses to wipe her eyes with her towel. I reached out and put my hand on her arm, and she smiled at me with gratitude.

Amy said, softly, "It sounds like you fell in love with her."

Carol gave a shaky laugh, "I did have feelings for her, but I was not attracted to other women after her. That fall, I met a guy from one of the fraternities and we went steady for the entire year. I haven't heard from Becky since then."

Amy rolled on her side and put her head on her elbow. She said, "I told Randy that I never had feelings for another woman, until I saw you kissing him. For some reason, it made me jealous of him, not you. Why do you think I would react that way?"

Carol said, "I don't know. Maybe you have romantic feelings for me that you didn't realize. I think it's pretty common for people to get jealous when a friend starts to spend time with someone else. Most of us have a possessive streak when it comes to people we are close to.

You probably shouldn't ask me questions like that. I'm as sexually mixed up as anyone can be. Here I thought I was no longer attractive to anyone, and now I have both of you giving me attention. I haven't been this happy since the first time I got laid after my divorce four years ago."

We all broke up over that quip. I decided to cool off and dove into the pool.

The girls joined me a few minutes later and we splashed each other and played grab ass under the water in the deep end of the pool. It seemed like the girls were giving each other as much attention as they were giving me.

We got out and laid in the sun to dry off, and this time I did nod off for about 20 minutes. When I woke up, the girls were holding a whispered conversation. Amy indicated that they were ready to go, so we gathered our towels and headed back to the house.

When we got there, Amy said she was going to rinse the chlorine off in the shower. Then she asked both Carol and I if we cared to join her!

I said, "Sure."




Sweet Ass Pt. 03



Carol just smiled and peeled off her bikini. I turned on both shower heads in the oversized shower in our master bath. When we bought the house, I thought the massive shower was a waste of space, but I suddenly began to appreciate its capacity.

After the water heated up we all stepped in. I sat on the bench at the end of the shower, and the girls rinsed off under the rainfall shower head in the ceiling over the center. They made a show of soaping each other up, as I sat stroking my cock and grinning at them.

"Don't you dare waste a cum jerking off in here!" Amy told me. I had no intention of doing that with the two of them available.

Once Amy laid down the law, she and Carol did their best to tease me into breaking my promise. After they rinsed the soap off, Carol grabbed the handheld shower wand off the wall and began spraying Amy's breasts and tummy. Then she changed the setting to pulse and aimed it at Amy's pussy.

Amy gasped and put her hand on the wall to steady herself. Carol stood behind her and wrapped her arm around Amy's chest, squeezing her breast with one hand as she sprayed her clit with the wand in her other hand.

Amy spread her knees apart and went up on the balls of her feet to rotate her pelvis forward and expose her sex to the powerful spray. She turned her head to the side and sought out Carol's mouth for a kiss. Carol craned her neck over Amy's shoulder so she could get her mouth over Amy's. 

The water massage was having an effect on Amy, and her legs began to tremble from the stimulation. The water from above cascaded over the girls as their tongues wrestled. Amy reached back between Carol's legs and played with her pussy, returning the attention she was receiving.

I had to take my hand off of my cock, fearing that any further stimulation would push me over the edge when combined with the show I was watching from just two feet away. 

Amy's trembling legs began to pulse rhythmically, and she made a low keening noise even as she continued to devour Carol's mouth. Amy broke the kiss and screamed as her orgasm began, and Carol held her up while she continued to tease her with the spray.  

Amy finally grabbed the hand with the wand in it and pushed it away. The girls stared at each other for a few seconds, then Amy put her arms around Carol and gave her another steamy kiss. Carol wrapped her in a hug as she returned the kiss, and I took the wand from her hand so she could hug her properly. 

I rinsed off as the girls continued to neck. Carol finally looked at me and said, "I think Randy deserves a reward for self restraint."

Amy agreed, and asked me what I wanted. 

I decided to go for a three wish scenario, since Amy was giving me an option. "I want to fuck both of you, but I would like for Carol to suck me off first."

"Wow," Amy observed. "You actually want oral from Carol more than sex. I need to get some pointers from her on how to make you happy with my mouth."

Carol just dropped to her knees on the floor of the shower and swallowed my erection to the root. Amy alternated between watching what Carol was doing and watching my expression. Carol used the same skills she had demonstrated the previous week, sucking me deep as she gently played with my balls. I was soon at the point of no return. 

When my orgasm started, Amy grabbed my head and pulled me into a kiss. I groaned into her mouth as I unloaded in Carol's. As my spurting ended, Carol stood with her lips together, indicating she still had a mouthful, and turned to Amy.

Amy saw her and slid her lips off of mine and onto Carols. The girls exchanged my cum and resumed their torrid make out session. My cock twitched as I watched them, and I gently pushed them to the door of the shower so we could dry off and resume our activities in the more comfortable accommodations of our bed.

We dried off while ogling and smiling at one another. I caught Amy looking at Carol's sparse bush and biting her lower lip. Once we were reasonably dry, I coaxed both girls onto our bed. They laid down next to each other, and looked at me expectantly. I pulled my towel off and crawled between them.

"I just want you both to know that I am having a great day." I declared. 

Carol pecked me on the cheek while Amy replied, "Are you ready to do this next weekend with me and Jamal?"

I smiled, but thought about the question seriously. I doubted that I would be as comfortable with Amy's lover in our bed as she was with mine. At this point, I was determined to give her the same opportunity, though.

"I am not sure I could put on a show for you in the shower with another guy, but I do want to help you explore your fantasies, too."

"Carol and I were talking about that while you were napping at the pool. She had a good idea about how to handle things the first time I have a guy with me here."

I raised my eyebrows and looked to Carol. She nervously cleared her throat and said, "We will let Jamal know that he needs to stick around at the end of the party. I can stay too, and then if you are not sure that you want to join Amy and Jamal, you can just watch them or we can play at the same time. Will that make it easier for you?"

For some reason, the idea of being part of two couples didn't intimidate me as much as a threesome with another guy and Amy. I smiled and said, "Yeah, that would be great. Thanks, Carol."

Amy echoed my thanks and leaned across my chest to give Carol a kiss. The kiss started as a short thank you gesture, but Amy kept her face close to Carol's and stared into her eyes. She leaned further across me and pushed Carol back on the mattress.

Amy kissed Carol again, and this time Carol wrapped her in a hug. Amy's swung her legs across mine until she was entirely on top of Carol, and the two continued to make out.

I was the proverbial fly on the wall, but I was enjoying things too much to feel slighted. Carol rolled Amy off to the side and assumed the dominant position. Then she broke the kiss and moved lower to work on Amy's breasts. As she sucked her nipples, Amy glanced at me with uncertainty on her face. I smiled to reassure her, and stroked her shoulder. Meanwhile, Carol began to move down Amy's torso with her lips.

Amy was staring at Carol's mouth on her belly, and had both hands entwined in Carol's damp hair. When Carol reached her navel, she flicked it with her tongue. Amy's abdominal muscles rippled and she pushed Carol lower.

Carol raised her head and smiled at Amy, asking, "Is this okay with you?"

I replied for both Amy and I, saying, "God, yes!"

The girls broke into laughter and I grinned back at them. Then Carol got a serious look on her face and tilted her head down to study Amy's crotch. She tentatively put her palm over the mound, and gently rubbed Amy's bare pussy.

Then she put her hands on Amy's inner thighs and gently pushed them apart as she lowered her face. When her mouth made contact with Amy's pussy, my wife groaned and her head fell backwards.

I have heard the argument that a woman knows how to please another woman better than any man can, and from Amy's reaction it certainly appeared that Carol was proving the point in Amy's first girl on girl encounter.

Amy put her left hand out and found my now recovering erection. She stroked it with her eyes closed for a few minutes as she enjoyed Carol's attention, then she looked at me and tugged me towards her.

I leaned down to kiss her and she said, "Please, go fuck Carol while she is licking me, and let's tell her how much we are enjoying this."

I nodded and got behind Carol. Before I used my cock, I decided to lick her a little to make sure she was ready. I put my mouth on her pussy and found out it was sopping wet. She was really excited by what she was doing. I gave her maybe five strokes across her clit with my tongue, and she interrupted her efforts on Amy to scream with an orgasm.

"God, Randy, give me a minute before you put your cock in me. I am so sensitive right now."

I got on my knees behind her and stroked her sexy, tapered back down to her womanly hips. She went back to work on Amy and I gently pushed the head of my cock between her pussy lips. Her left hand shot back to my hand on her waist, and she grabbed my wrist tightly. I slowly stroked in and out until her hand relaxed, and she put it back on Amy's thigh.

As I stroked Carol I looked at her amazing body crouched in front of me. She had a tiny waist and a wonderful butt. Her knees were together and her cute feet were pointed back between my knees. 

As Carol continued her efforts, Amy was squeezing her own breasts and staring at the two of us with half-lidded eyes.

"Your pussy feels so good, Carol." I said. "I love watching you go down on Amy. It looks like she is enjoying it too."

"Oh Randy, I love the way she is licking me. I never imagined that I would enjoy another woman this much."

Carol was squirming a bit from listening to us. My first orgasm in the shower had me relaxed enough to stroke her firmly without losing control. Carol was taking it, and thrusting back into me. 

Amy moaned, "Oh yeah, there it is." and clutched Carol's head as she found her release. Carol wrapped her arms around Amy's thighs to hold her face tight to her pussy. Amy sighed, and stroked Carol's head in appreciation.

I no longer had to worry about thrusting too hard and affecting Carol's efforts, so I picked up my pace. Carol laid her head on Amy's tummy as I pushed her forward. The hot scene that I had just witnessed along with the teasing in the shower brought me to my orgasm. I thrust hard into Carol as I came, and she reached back under us to squeeze my balls, milking me dry and saying, "Oh yeah, I can feel your hard cock filling me up."

I noticed Amy smiling at me. "What's the matter?" I asked.

She said, "I just really enjoyed watching you cum. I usually don't get to see your face when you do, because you like to finish in doggy style when we make love."

I gave her a crooked smile, and fell on the bed next to her. Carol was on her knees with one hand cupping her pussy to keep from leaking on the sheets.

Amy said to her, "I want you to climb up here so I can lick Randy's cum out of you."

Carol said, "Okay, but my clit is pretty sensitive."

Amy replied, "Don't worry, I just want to give Randy a, what do you call it, a snowflake?"

I smiled and said, "You mean a snowball."

"Yeah, one of those."

Carol lifted one knee and Amy scooted down until her face was under Carol's pussy. As Carol lowered herself over Amy, she put her face between Amy's thighs and the girls were in a classic 69. Amy licked tentatively on Carol's swollen pussy lips at first. Then, finding the taste agreeable. or just succumbing to the effects of Carol's mouth on her own sex, she became bolder. She sealed her lips around Carol's labia, and her throat moved as I assumed she was using her tongue to explore inside. 

Carol muttered, "Oh fuck," and her stomach muscles convulsed. Amy's eyes opened wider, and she blinked at me. She pushed Carol off of her with her lips pursed and reached for me with both arms. I lowered my face to hers and she aggressively mashed her lips against mine. I not only tasted the mix of my cum with Carol's juices, I got a big wad of it along with Amy's thrusting tongue. She was so turned on she squeezed my face and tried to reach my tonsils with her frisky little appendage.

I was getting more accustomed to the taste of my own cum, and I figured that since this turned Amy on so much, I probably had a snowball attempt in store for me the first time she blew another guy and I was there with her. I needed to think about how I was going to handle that. 

Amy had been stroking my cock as she kissed me. It was starting to respond, and she said, "I want you inside of me now."

She laid back and I got between her thighs. I looked at Carol, who was next to Amy and watching us. As I pushed into Amy, Carol began stroking her breasts, and soon the two of them were tongue wrestling again.

As hot as the scene in front of me was, I was not getting hard again. Amy groaned in frustration, and Carol asked what was wrong.

"I think you used up my husband between the shower and the sex." she pouted.

"I can help you out with that." Carol said, and moved behind me. "Hold still."

Carol put her face to my ass cheeks, and spread them apart with her fingers. I felt her tongue on the rim of my ass, and then she pushed it inside. I groaned and my cock flexed.

"Oooh, what is she doing? It's working!" Amy enthused.

"Her tongue is in my ass," I moaned.

"Wow, that's nasty. I love it," said Amy.

After giving me a thorough salad tossing, Carol got on her knees behind me and I felt one of her fingers penetrate my ass. She pushed it in until she found my prostate, then she began stroking it. 

She was right, my cock had recovered nicely. I slowly began fucking my wife again as my girlfriend fingered my ass. I was ready to cum in no time and told Amy so.

She put her arms around me and said, "Give it to me."

I came with a cry and put my face against her neck. I collapsed on top of her, exhausted.

After a few minutes, Amy said, "Don't fall asleep now, it's almost time for dinner. Let's get up and eat something, then we can come back to bed and relax for the evening. "

Amy invited Carol to join us for dinner, but she said she needed to get home and do a few things to get ready for the week ahead. She dressed and left after giving goodbye kisses to both of us.

As we ate, I asked Amy how she felt about everything that had happened.

"I am okay, does it freak you out to find out your wife has lesbian tendencies?"

I replied, "Technically, a lesbian prefers the company of other women to men. I hope that's not the case. I am perfectly happy to find out that you are bisexual, though."

"Good," she said. "You know I am not pushing you to have sex with another guy, right? There are just a couple of things that I find really exciting to think about that may be... possible but difficult for you."

"What in particular, other that what we talked about earlier?" I asked, having a pretty good idea already.

"Well, I get really turned on thinking about snowballing you with a mouthful of another guy's cum. I also love the idea of you going down on me after another guy has fucked me."

"I already did that," I pointed out.

"Yeah, but not after I had sex without a condom."

"I doubt that it would taste any different than what we did today," I mused, "but I have to get past the idea that it's from another guy, not from me."

"It's not a biggie, if you get brave and want to try it you will make me very happy, though. Carol surprised me when she rimmed you earlier. Did you enjoy that?" she asked, wrinkling her nose. 

"Honestly, it felt amazing," I said. "No girl has done that to me since college."

"I wondered why she scrubbed your ass so thoroughly in the shower. I may have to try it on you sometime."

I was not unhappy to hear that. I had always been willing to stick my tongue in Amy's ass. She was scrupulously clean back there and I tried to emulate her in that regard, but she had never returned the favor. I was finding all kinds of benefits to our new lifestyle!

We continued to talk as we went back to bed to relax for the evening, with Amy telling me the plans that she and Carol made for our party in two weeks. I could see that she was excited about it, and I asked her if it was from the opportunity to see our friends, or to be with one of them in particular.

She looked at me and sighed, "I'm sorry Randy, are we getting in over our heads with this? If you are unsure about it, we could cool it for a while."

"I really don't want to stop," I admitted. "I am actually very excited by the idea of watching you with your black friend from work. My feelings about you with other men have changed from mostly trepidation to eager anticipation. The fear that I had of losing you is less now when I think of you with another man, but there is still an element there that somehow heightens the excitement. Does this make any sense to you?

Amy had a serious expression on her face, and put her hand on my cheek. 

"It does," she said. "I am just as bad. I got so turned on thinking about you waiting for me at home when I was with Eric. The thought of you watching me with another man and enjoying it, not getting angry, makes me crazy with lust. I am not sure how I will act in that moment, but I feel like I am up for anything that you or he want to do with me."

Just talking about our feelings had us turned on again, but we were both too tired to act on it. I turned out the light and spooned with Amy as we drifted off to sleep.

I dreamed that we were having our party, and I lost track of Amy. I asked Carol where she was, and she said to check the bathroom, but when I went inside there was a line of 6 guys waiting to get in. Suddenly we heard a woman cry out from inside the bathroom, and I recognized the voice as Amy's.

"What's going on?" I asked the guy at the end of the line.

"You have to wait your turn, but there is a girl in the bathroom doing each guy that goes in," he told me.

I waited patiently in the line as one after another, the guys in front of me went into the bathroom, then came out ten minutes later with a smile on their face. I got more and more excited as I moved forward. Then, I was finally the next one in line to go in, and just as the door opened and the guy who had been in front of me came out grinning, the alarm went off.

I woke up and rolled over to Amy. She was still drowsy, but gave me a kiss as I climbed on top of her and pressed my morning wood into her pussy.

"My turn," I said as she smiled at me.

Chapter 10

For the next week, the girls talked about nothing but the party. Before they planned the details, we each made a list of people that we felt needed to be invited. It turned out that we came up with eight couples between Amy and I. The only additions to that were Carol and Jamal.

We started contacting people on Monday, and by Wednesday we had confirmations from five couples that could make it, and three that were unable to. I asked Amy every day if she had talked to Jamal yet, and she kept saying no.

"You know how hard it is for me to approach guys." she whined.

"Do you want me to call him and ask him?"

"No, that will just confuse him. I will ask him today at work," she said.

That was on Thursday morning, so when I got to yoga class that night, Amy and Carol were already huddled together talking about the party plans. Amy was visibly excited, and filled both of us in on her discussion with Jamal.

"I asked him to the party, and he wanted to know what it was about. I said it was just a get together with some friends. He asked if he should bring a date, and I told him no. When he wanted to know why, my mind went blank and I started to blush.

He asked if he was being set up with one of my friends and I said no. At that point he was very confused, so I told him I might need the help he offered me last week with that patient bath once everyone else went home from the party. When I said that his expression changed and he grinned at me.

He said he thought I was teasing him, and if I was serious I needed to meet him in the break room in 10 minutes. But first, I needed to take off my panties and bra."

I was shocked at how forward the guy was, and Carol was staring at Amy with her mouth agape.

"What did you do?" she asked.

Amy blushed, and looked at the floor. "I went to the restroom and took off my underwear."

Carol gasped, and I tried to adjust the growing bulge in my pants. The class was starting, so Amy promised us the rest of the story afterwards. I was preoccupied during the class with thoughts about what might have happened between Amy and Jamal, but Amy seemed to relax and put everything out of her mind as we posed. When the class was over, we all changed quickly and headed to our usual watering hole.




Sweet Ass Pt. 03



Amy and I got there first, and I pressed her to continue the story, but she said she wanted to wait for Carol so she didn't have to repeat herself. She seemed to be enjoying my frustration and impatience. I ordered us a round of drinks while we waited, including one for Carol so we wouldn't have to deal with that before Amy could continue her story.

Carol came in five minutes later and practically ran to the bar. The three of us had our heads together as soon as she dropped her purse on a stool. Amy immediately continued where she left off.

"I took off my underwear and put my scrubs back on. You couldn't see anything, because scrubs are so loose fitting, but I felt really naughty being naked underneath.

When I went to the break room, Jamal was sitting on a chair and he told me to sit in his lap. I said no, I am married; what if someone comes in and sees us? He said, 'So what? All you bitches love to tease me. They will just assume you are the latest to fall under my spell.'

I was so turned on by his attitude, but I was not going to sit in his lap in the common area. I pulled him into the kitchen, where we were out of sight from the door but could hear if someone came in and at least have a few seconds to straighten up.

As soon as he had me there he pinned me against the counter with his big arms on either side of me. He was still grinning at me, and by that point I was starting to think this was pretty comical, so I smiled back at him. Then he kissed me."

Amy stopped, and downed half her glass of wine in three gulps. I took a long pull on my beer too, hoping it would calm my nerves.

"Boy, Jamal can kiss. He has a big tongue, and once it's in your mouth it feels like you are sucking on a cock. I put my arms around his neck and he picked me up and sat me on the counter. As we kissed, he pushed my top up and began squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples.

I was really turned on and put my legs around his hips. We continued kissing and I could feel his big cock against my belly. He put his hands down the back of my scrub pants and confirmed that my ass was bare by grabbing it with both hands. I was almost ready to let him fuck me right there, when we heard the door to the break room open.

He continued to kiss me as I pushed frantically against his chest. I dropped my legs to the floor and he casually pulled my top down to cover me up. Then he turned to the sink and began washing his hands to hide his erection.

Ricky the janitor came around the corner and said hi to us as he pulled the liner out of the trash can.

I turned away from him, embarrassed, and Jamal caught my eye and smirked at me. I decided to break his balls since I had Ricky there to keep him at bay, and I said, 'So, can I count you in next Friday so we can continue our conversation?'

The bastard just grinned at me and said, 'Most definitely. I look forward to reaching consensus with you on that subject we were discussing.'

I made sure I got out of there before Ricky finished, because Jamal looked like he wanted to eat me alive, and I was afraid I would let him if he tried."

Carol was the first to respond, saying, "Jesus, I can't wait to meet this guy."

Amy looked at me and asked, "How are you feeling about all of this?"

I said, "I am looking forward to participating in that conversation."

Amy smiled and kissed me. Then she and Carol got into their plans for the food and drinks for the party. 

I looked around the bar, and didn't see Eric or Keith anywhere. I asked Amy about them.

"I haven't been responding to Eric's texts. He asked me after class tonight if we were going out and I told him we might go to Evangeline's so he is probably over there with Keith right now, waiting for us."

I was starting to feel sorry for the guy. Women can be cruel when they decide they have had enough of your attention, and Amy had definitely moved on from Eric.

We had another round of drinks, and decided to call it a night.

When Amy and I got home, we cleaned up and sat in bed reading for a while. I wanted to set some ground rules regarding Jamal before the party.

"You know, I am starting to worry about how Jamal might act at our party. I don't want him being obvious with you while everyone is still here. I know I am a cuckold at this point, but I am not looking to advertise the fact among our friends."

Amy nodded, "Me too. I am going to talk to him about it and let him know if he doesn't play it cool while everyone is here, he won't get me afterwards."

"How do you think he will react to that?" I asked.

"He's not a dummy. I am sure now that he understands what I am offering, he will behave in order to get what he wants. Based on the state I left him in, he wants what I am offering pretty bad," she said, laughing.

Amy didn't share another shift with Jamal until the Wednesday before the party. She came home that night and found me in the kitchen making dinner. She wrapped her arms around me from behind and gave me a fierce hug.

I turned around to greet her with a kiss, and she attacked me, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. As we kissed I noticed a strange taste in her mouth. Suddenly I realized what it was!

I gently pushed her away and said, "It tastes like you did more than just talking with Jamal today." I wasn't accusatory, and I smiled at her as I said it.

Her eyes danced with delight as she nodded and pulled me back into the kiss. I put my arms around her and she gave a little hop, wrapping her legs around my waist.

"Take me to bed now, please." she whispered.

I easily carried her 97 pound frame to our bedroom, where we both tore our clothes off. We went at each other for over an hour, and she shared what had happened at work that day. 

When she got to work, she ran into Jamal and said she needed to talk to him. He suggested they have lunch together, so she agreed to meet him in the hospital's cafeteria. They got their lunch and found a small table outside in the courtyard where there was some privacy.

She explained the situation to him, and said that if he wanted to be with her later in the evening after our party, he had to play it cool while the other guests were there. He laughed and said that would be no problem, then he told her that he had a lot of experience with married couples. In fact, he was something of an expert.

He opened up to Amy and told her that he liked to participate in gangbang parties organized by married couples, where he was one of the guys who serviced the wife and other women who were present. He told Amy that one of the men who organized those parties was an administrator for the hospital they worked at!

Amy said she was getting more and more excited as they talked, and Jamal could tell. When they finished lunch he told her she was going to have to suck his cock before the end of their shift to buy his good behavior at the party.

Amy protested, saying she could never do something like that at work. He told her he did it with other girls all the time, but couldn't tell her who with. Amy was surprised, and asked how he got away with it with all of the security cameras throughout the building.

He told her there were lots of areas the cameras didn't cover. He mentioned some sections of the stairwells and parking structure, and the restrooms, of course. Amy had never considered that, but there were a lot of individual restrooms throughout the hospital that could be locked from the inside.

Can't the hallway cameras see you going into those restrooms, she asked?

He explained that they could, of course, but it was not uncommon for a nurse to enter one of those restrooms, even if it was already occupied by a patient, so he had never had an issue. Then he told her if she was really nervous, he had a key to the janitor's closet on their floor that he got from Ricky, and she could meet him there. She said her pussy was leaking from the idea of what he was asking her to do, so she agreed to meet him in the janitor's closet during her afternoon break.

"I'm sorry I didn't call you to talk about this before I did it," Amy told me. "I was so busy in the afternoon, and I don't have any privacy at the nursing station. I was afraid if I texted you it would be even more of a mess, since I couldn't talk to you to explain."

"It's okay," I told her. "It's not like I didn't know this was going to happen sooner or later. What happened then?"

Amy said that when she got to her afternoon break, she went to the closet and the door was ajar. She casually opened it and walked inside, pausing to lock it behind her. 

Jamal was on his cell phone when she entered. He put it away and beckoned her to him with with his index finger. As she stepped close to him he pulled her into a kiss, and she was right back to where they had left off in the break room. 

After he had her panting from his kisses, he told her they didn't have much time, so she better get busy. Amy realized that he was right, and kneeled in front of him on the floor. He smiled at her and said, "You know how to get a pair of scrub pants off."

She realized that she was expected to do all the work, so she went after the drawstring inside the waistband of his pants and untied it. She was excited to be undressing him, so she yanked his pants down to expose his underwear.

She said that was when she started to worry about what she got herself into. He had on athletic briefs that came to mid-thigh. Her first impression of the bulge in them was that it couldn't be real! She grabbed the sides of the briefs and pulled them down to his knees. His semi-erect cock flopped out and was as big around as her wrist. I asked her how long it was and she indicated that it had to be at least ten inches.

"What do you think, baby?" he asked her. "You think that will take care of your needs on Friday night?"

Amy responded honestly that she didn't think the thing would fit inside her. She said he laughed and assured her that he had managed to get it into girls even smaller than she was. All three holes, he added! 

Amy stroked his cock and it got firmer, if not much bigger, which she was thankful for. She tentatively put the head in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. Jamal groaned and told her to keep going.

She worked on him for a few minutes, but couldn't get even half of his big cock in her mouth. Jamal finally asked her if she needed some help with it. She looked at him in confusion, and he grabbed a handful of her blonde curls at the back of her head.

"Just relax your mouth and stick your tongue out," he told her. She did, putting her hands on his thighs and trying to control her breathing as he held her head still and fucked her mouth. At first, it seemed much easier than when she was trying to force him deeper on her own. She felt him at the back of her mouth and the head of his cock pushed into her throat. She gagged, and he pulled back. 

"We gonna have to cure you of gagging on that shit," he informed her. She realised that he had started talking 'ghetto' to her when they were alone together, compared to the educated way he spoke during work. She said it scared her a little and turned her on a lot.

Her hands clenched his thighs as he repeated pushing the head of his cock into her throat several times. She tried not to fight him, but tears were running down her cheeks leaving trails of mascara, and she always eventually coughed and gagged on his cock after several seconds in her throat.

She was starting to feel panicky when he told her, "I'm 'bout to cum baby. You be sure to swallow it all."

Her excitement at receiving his load drove the fear out her head. She worked the shaft of his cock with her hand as she bobbed her head up and down on the end of it.

He didn't announce when he came, but she felt him tense up, then let out a groan. As he flooded her mouth with cum, she pushed her left hand inside her own pants and rubbed her clit. She came instantly as she swallowed what seemed to be a never ending flow of his spunk.

She was still kneeling in front of him with her hand in her pants, his cock in her mouth and mascara running down her face when her orgasm ended and she realized where she was. She looked up at him and he was smiling at her with his cell phone in his hand.

"Stay there, I want to take a picture." he said.

Amy said she protested, but he asked her if her husband wouldn't like to see what a beautiful slut his wife had been.

She paused in her story.

"Did you let him do it?" I asked, excited and incredulous. Amy had adamantly refused to ever let me take a picture of her during sex before.

Amy didn't say anything, she just handed me her phone. As I opened the photos app, Amy took my recovered erection into her mouth and pushed her head down until her nose was in my crotch. She might not yet be able to take Jamal's ten inches, but she had progressed to the point where she could take seven of mine.

I found the pictures that Jamal took of Amy. The first one showed her with her hand in front of her face, protesting. I could see his massive cock in her other hand.

In the second one, her hand was no longer covering her face and her head was cocked to the side. This must have been when he was negotiating with her, because she was smiling.

In the third one she had his now shrinking but still incredible cock in her mouth and she was looking up at him with those racoon eyes from the smudged makeup.

When I saw that picture it was my turn to groan and cum in Amy's mouth.

We rested for a few minutes, and I asked Amy if Jamal still had the pictures of her. She said he offered to let her delete them after he sent them to her. She actually had his phone in her hand and was scrolling through the pictures, trying to decide whether to delete them when she went too far, and found a picture of one of their co-workers, a girl named Nancy. Amy said that picture had been taken by someone else, because it showed Nancy, a mother of two small boys who was married to a dentist, lying naked under Jamal.

When she stopped on that picture, Jamal grabbed the phone and said, "You shouldn't have seen that."

Amy said she promised not to tell anyone, but never got another chance to delete the pictures, so Jamal probably still had his copies of them.

I hugged Amy and told her I was proud of her.

She laughed and asked, "What do you mean 'proud'?"

I said, "I am proud to have such a sexy and beautiful creature as you for my wife. I am proud that you are brave enough to act on your feelings and share them with me. I am proud that we love and trust each other enough to explore our desires and try new things with other people."

She hugged me and said she felt the same way about me. We eventually did have a light dinner and got some other things done to prepare for the party, which was now just two days away. Amy had me remake the bed in the guest room, and as I put the sheets on it I imagined Amy on that bed, having sex with another guy.

When we went to sleep that night, I wondered what I would be dreaming about, but our activities before dinner must have been enough to prevent any nocturnal reveries. 

Chapter 11

The day of the party I was a wreck at work. I couldn't concentrate and was embarrassed at one point in a meeting when I was asked a question and had to have it repeated so I could respond.

I texted Amy and asked how she was doing. She responded quickly.

Amy: Jamal keeps winking at me. Hes a brat!

I grinned as I thought about what she was going through. It served her right for being such a tease. My phone buzzed again.

Amy: He wants me 2 meet him in stairwell

I wanted to tell her to go ahead, but I also wanted them to both be fresh later that night.

me: Tell him no goodies before the party. Ur hubby wants 2 watch

Amy: He sez U will pay for that!

me:?

Amy: U will find out!

I had to get back to work, so I put my phone away and tried to get some tasks done. I got an automated notice that our main SAP instance had a problem, and that kept me busy for the rest of the work day, taking my mind off of the party.

By the time I got out of work and made it home, Amy and Carol were already dressed and setting things up. When I entered the kitchen, I got kisses from two very sexy women.

Amy patted my ass and told me to go change. I looked at what she and Carol were wearing to figure out what I should put on.

Amy was in a cute sundress with spaghetti straps. Once again, she was being daring and going without a bra based on the lack of visible bra straps over her shoulders and the outline of her nipples in the fabric. She was wearing sandals on her feet, and had bare legs.

Carol was in a short skirt and halter top. She looked amazing as well, and was also in sandals.

I went upstairs to change and put on shorts and a polo shirt. Shortly after I came back down the guests started to arrive and I was busy greeting them and getting drinks for everyone.

My college roommate, Tom, and his wife Sandy were among the first to show up. They lived in the same area as us, but we only managed to get together two or three times a year after graduation, since each of us had married and gotten involved in our careers.

Amy greeted them warmly, but seemed out of sorts. I realized she was anxiously awaiting Jamal's arrival. 

Several more couples showed up before I opened the door to a single black man, who I deduced must be Jamal. He smiled politely as I shook his hand and introduced myself. Amy came running up to us, stopping short of throwing herself in his arms as she realized everyone was watching her.

Instead, she gave him a discrete hug and a quick peck on the cheek before she led him away to introduce him around. She had a hand wrapped around his arm and told our friends that she worked with him at the hospital. 

Jamal was dressed in jeans and a tee shirt, with white sneakers, but had on a sharp navy blue linen blazer, dressing up the outfit. His appearance reminded me of Grant Hill, the former Duke basketball star. He looked to be at least two inches taller than my own six-one height, and had an athletic build. He was definitely big league pussy bait.

As I was watching Amy talk to him and a couple of her girlfriends, I noticed how bright and animated her face was. Tom came up to me and said, "Handsome guy. He works with Amy, huh?" 

An alarm bell went off in my head. People were already picking up on the chemistry between Amy and Jamal.

"Yeah, he is a nurse on her floor at the hospital."

"Did she invite him so she could introduce him to Carol?" Tom asked.

I realized that his false assumption made perfect sense, but I didn't want to overplay things by pretending there was such a plan, so I just said, "Probably. She likes to play match-maker."

As the guests mingled, Amy stayed attached to Jamal. I was not upset, but found it rather obvious. Carol sought me out to see how I was doing.

"I'm good," I replied. "Is it just me, or is Amy being too obvious with her attention to Jamal."

Carol chuckled and said under her breath, "I feel like offering her a dry pair of panties to replace the ones she has on."

I couldn't help myself and laughed out loud, drawing curious glances. Thankfully, no one wanted to know what the joke was.

"I'll let her know she needs to cool it a bit," Carol offered.

I thanked her with a hug and a kiss on the side of her head, then realized I was also being rather obvious.

The party was a success, and our diverse group of friends and neighbors seemed to hit it off and enjoy each other's company.

When Carol pigeon-holed Amy in the kitchen as she went for another beer for Jamal, he made his way over to talk to me.

"Your wife is a great gal," he said. "She tells me you two have a rather unique relationship."

I realized he was probing me to make sure I was in on his 'friends with benefits' arrangement with Amy.




Sweet Ass Pt. 04



This section of Sweet Ass is dedicated to my friend, Indy Submale, who helped me with comments and suggestions on Randy's cuckold angst and bisexual tendencies.

*****

Chapter 13

I was still awake at 2 a.m. according to the bedside clock radio. Carol was asleep next to me with her hands tucked under her cheek, palms together. She looked young and angelic with her lips slightly pursed and her face relaxed.

We had finished a very tender lovemaking session 20 minutes earlier, and Carol had drifted off. I was unable to sleep, thinking about my wife in the master bedroom with Jamal, wondering what they were doing. 

I wanted to find out, but wasn't sure I should barge in on them. Then I reminded myself that it was my house, my bed and my wife. I was entitled to do whatever I wanted to! I just didn't want to upset Amy if she wanted some privacy. After all, she had been respectful of my needs and desires.

I carefully rolled out of the bed and stood next to it until I was sure that Carol was still asleep. I considered putting on my shorts. or even just my underwear, but decided I didn't need to do that in my own house, either.

I eased through the door and carefully pulled it closed behind me. As I moved down the hallway, I could hear low, murmured voices. Then a soft cry from Amy.

The master bedroom door was shut, so I had to make a decision. Go in or leave them alone? 

I made up my mind and opened the door, putting my head in. Amy was laying prone on top of Jamal. She had the fingers of her hands interlaced with his and she had his arms pinned at his shoulders. When they heard the door they both looked my way.

"Hi hon, is it okay if I come in?" I asked.

Amy smiled in a tired and contented way and said, "Sure baby."

I stepped inside and shut the door behind me. It was obvious that what I had heard in the hallway was Amy having another orgasm while riding Jamal. Once again, I was unsure what to do when they were together.

Jamal sensed my hesitation and said, "Come on over and sit on the bed. I don't mind."

Once again, I was grateful that Amy had found an experienced lover who, it seemed, was willing to help both of us get comfortable with our new lifestyle. Amy slid off of Jamal to the other side, but stayed pressed against him with her arm draped across his chest in an intimate way.

As her pelvis slid across his hip, his cock was exposed. It was semi-erect, dark black and glistened with their cum, and there was a ring of white cream at the base of it. I tried not to stare at it as I walked to the bed and sat next to Jamal's hip.

Amy asked me if everything was okay with me and Carol, and I told her that it was, letting her know Carol was asleep in the guest room. Then she asked me how I felt about everything that happened so far.

I glanced at Jamal before I answered, unsure of how much I wanted to open up in front of him. I said, honestly, "It has been great. It was really exciting watching you two together earlier."

Jamal just nodded solemnly, and stroked Amy's head with his left hand. Amy let out a breath, letting me know that she had been anxious about how I might respond. She smiled and said, "I am so glad. I have had a great time too, and Jamal is such a sweetheart." 

She smiled at him and leaned up to give him a tender kiss. As their lips met, I felt a stab of jealousy at how quickly they had become close to each other. I wondered if there had been more to their relationship at work before they hooked up than Amy let on. I would have to talk to her about it when we were alone together.

There was an awkward pause as I realized that I didn't know what else to talk about now that I was sitting next to them. Amy casually reached down and began stroking Jamal's cock with her left hand, drawing my eyes like a magnet. Once again, I was struck by how big it was in comparison to her small hand, the one with our wedding ring on it that was now sliding back and forth against another man's cock.

Amy smiled at my reaction, and moved her face closer to Jamal's crotch. She kept her eyes on mine as she opened her mouth wide and put it half way down his length. She sucked him as she slowly stroked the base of his cock. 

Jamal groaned, "That feels good, baby girl, but you done wore me out. I need to recharge my batteries before I can go again."

Amy pulled her mouth off of Jamal and gave the head of his penis a soft kiss. "I guess I'll have to let you rest for a while then, huh? "

She winked at me and added, "It's still okay if Jamal sleeps here with me tonight, isn't it? I am hoping to wake up to a present from him."

I wasn't sure I could articulate a response, so I just nodded. Amy said, "Why don't you give me a kiss goodnight, baby?"

I realized that I was being encouraged to leave, so I leaned over and let Amy pull my head into a passionate, open mouthed kiss. I could tell that she was getting off on the fact that she just had Jamal's cock in her mouth, cleaning it off, and now she was sharing the taste with me. 

I admit that I enjoyed what she was doing, and she broke the kiss first, putting her face next to mine and whispering, "Thank you for that, and everything tonight. You made me very happy, and I owe you big time. I will see you in the morning and tomorrow it will just be the two of us, so I can describe everything that happened for you."

I felt better hearing her say that, and I realized that she understood what I needed, beyond what I had watched her do with Jamal. I got off on hearing how the experience felt and affected her personally.

I got up and said goodnight to them, then shut off the light and closed the door behind me as I headed back to the guest room. Carol was still sleeping as I carefully slid into the bed behind her. She roused partially, and reached back and pulled my hand around her, tucking it against her breasts. I kissed her neck and drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 14

I was the first one up the following morning, and I headed downstairs to make a pot of coffee. 

Then I walked outside in my shorts and collected the newspaper, enjoying the warm morning sun.

When I got back to the kitchen, Carol was up, and pouring the first cup from the coffee pot. She smiled at me and put her arm out as she sipped, indicating that she wanted a hug. I wrapped my arms around her and as we cuddled, we both noticed the unmistakable squeak of a bed frame, followed by the now familiar cries of Amy as she enjoyed Jamal's attentions.

Carol peered at my face, and I smiled back at her to reassure her that I was okay. 

"Do you want to go up and join them?" she asked.

"No, I am very happy right here," I said, kissing her forehead, "but thanks for asking."

"I have to say that you and Amy seem to be adjusting to this new aspect of your relationship pretty well, based on what I see. I am worried about how you will feel once the newness wears off and the potential for emotional entanglements starts to develop.

"You mean her obvious infatuation with Jamal, don't you?" I asked.

Carol nodded. "I think I can say without risk of shocking you, that girl has a major crush on her new boy toy."

I sighed, "I have already decided that I need to talk to her about that. How would you handle it if you were me?"

Carol thought for a minute, then she replied, "I don't think I could handle it if I was married to you and you were seeing Amy. When I got involved with you guys, I thought you were pretty smart to allow each other the freedom that you did. Lord knows I have benefitted from it!"

She gave me a quick kiss, then continued, "But you guys have a different view of sex and how it fits into your marriage than I would have in your place. I think you are both lucky to have found each other, because if either one of you was the jealous type, your marriage would be in serious trouble."

I nodded. I suspected that she was right, and most couples could not do what we were trying to do. I wondered if we could do it, or if it would damage what we had before. 

"My greatest fear is that Amy will fall in love with another guy and leave me," I admitted. "But it's also an element of why this is all so exciting to me. If we lose interest in the lifestyle and get out of it, I don't think any damage will be done. It's just something that we tried as a couple, and every shared experience we ever had before contributed to making our relationship stronger. If we hurt each other in the process, we are the kind of people to forgive and make amends, so the only real risk I worry about is the nuclear option."

We heard the sound of two people crying out at the same time in the upstairs bedroom. I added mutual orgasm to the fast growing list of accomplishments for Amy and Jamal.

Carol hugged me and said, "You know that I love you and Amy both as friends, and I am the biggest cheerleader your marriage will ever have, so please talk to her and make sure you understand each other's limits before this goes any further. That girl is like Goose from 'Top Gun', going mach 2 with her hair on fire."

I had a good laugh from Carol's apt description of Amy. Carol said she needed to get going, and she suggested that I encourage Amy to get rid of Jamal for the rest of the day so we could spend some time together.

I told her that I would do that, and thanked her for helping us with the party, and for letting me spend the night with her. Then she went upstairs to dress, while I had my own cup of coffee and looked over the paper.

Shortly after Carol came back through the kitchen with her overnight bag and a goodbye kiss for me, exiting through the garage, Amy entered the kitchen in a tee shirt.

"Did Carol leave already?" she asked, as she settled into my lap.

"Yes, you just missed her."

"Oh, I wanted to thank her," Amy said.

"I thanked her for both of us," I replied, then added, "and I collected this for you."

With that I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a big, wet kiss. I asked here where Jamal was.

"He's taking a shower. I made an excuse to let him know that we were busy later this morning, so he is going to leave after he cleans up."

I hugged her and let her know that I appreciated that. "How come you decided not to shower with him?" I asked.

Amy rolled her eyes and sheepishly admitted that she was kind of sore, and that Jamal was worn out. Then she got a wicked look in her eyes and added that she also didn't want to prevent me from enjoying her freshly fucked state, if I was interested.

"I thought you were sore?" I asked.

"I am too sore for Jamal's big cock, but I would probably enjoy your gentle loving," she said carefully.

Her implication that I couldn't hurt her with my smaller penis both embarrassed and excited me. Before I could respond, Jamal bounded into the kitchen with a smile and a 'good morning' directed at both of us.

I offered him coffee, but he shook his head. "Thanks, but I have probably already overstayed my welcome." he said magnanimously, "I have to get going."

Then he shook my hand and gave Amy a rather tame goodbye kiss, and we were alone.

She pulled me towards the stairs. I followed her up and into our bedroom where she peeled her tee shirt off as she strode to the bed. I could smell sex in the air, and the sheets on the bed were a mess. All of it was turning me on as Amy crawled onto the bed.

I got out of my shorts and followed Amy, who embraced me and then reached for my penis. I was already hard, so she rubbed me up and down her wet slit, and I pushed slowly in. She winced and I stopped.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"I guess I am a little bit more sore than I realized." she admitted.

"Come on." I said, and pulled her off the bed and into the bathroom, where I turned on the spigot to the large garden tub. As it filled with water, I gave her a quick shower and gently soaped her body. We both rinsed off and then stepped into the filled tub together.

I sat down first, and Amy sat between my legs with her back to me. She let out a contented sigh as I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her neck. She settled back against me and told me the water felt heavenly.

"You and Jamal really hit it off," I observed. "How close were you to him from working together? It seemed like there was a chemistry there from before last week."

"I told you he flirted with all the girls at work. I guess I did the same with him over the past year. I tried to play his game a few times, with suggestive responses to him that could be taken more than one, innocent way. It was a fun diversion."

"I just wondered, because you never talked about it before."

Amy turned and peered closely at me. "Are you upset about my behavior with Jamal?"

"Not upset," I replied, "but a bit worried. I didn't expect you to be so... affectionate with a new lover, I guess."

Amy thought for a minute about that, "You are right that I never talked about him with you. I did fantasize about him a few times, and my guilt probably kept me from bringing him up, out of fear that you would pick up on it. Don't you have anyone at work who you feel attracted to and flirt with, but never told me about?"

I thought about it and realized that she was right. There was a single girl at work who I flirted with, who was based in another office. We only met a few times at business functions, but something clicked between us, and now we IM'ed each other a couple of times a week. It wasn't overtly sexual, but we did tease each other and share personal thoughts that were not business related. I admitted that I had done the same thing, and told Amy about her.

"I think that's how it starts for a lot of people who cheat. They form a close friendship, then something happens that puts them together under the right circumstances for it to become physical." Amy said. "Isn't that what happened with Alex, too? You told me you fantasized about her before you kissed her."

"Okay, yes, I see how the two are related. It's just hard for me to watch you whisper to Jamal and caress him and not worry that I am losing you to him."

"I understand, baby, and I am sorry I did that to you. I thought you got off on the romantic aspect of my relationship with my lover. I can try to be more discreet, or are you saying you don't want to do this anymore?"

"I don't know, Amy." I sighed in exasperation. "You are right that I need to see you enjoying the experience to enjoy it myself. It just sometimes gets too intense. I am not explaining myself very well. I don't want to stop as long as you are having fun and can put up with me being hot and cold with my reactions."

Amy turned sideways to look in my eyes, and said, "I would do anything for you, Randy. I mean that. If you told me to never speak to Jamal again I would do it. I only want this if you enjoy it too, and we need to find a way to keep that balance. What if we had signals we could use to let each other know when the game has gone too far for one of us? A code word or a gesture to say, 'help! please come and hold me'?"

"That's a good idea," I agreed, "and maybe something short of that, to say it's getting uncomfortable, but we can continue if it doesn't go further."

"Yeah, that's a good idea too. What does that kink website that you like to visit use? Aren't the safe words 'red' and 'yellow'?"

I was taken aback. I didn't know that she was keeping track of the websites I visited. "What do you know about that site?" 

"I was looking for your cousin's wedding pictures on your hard drive and found a folder labeled 'kink'. If you found that on my PC wouldn't you look in it? I watched a few of the video files you have saved there."

"Yeah, I would," I replied. I did enjoy the kink.com site. The gangbangs and public sex videos were my favorites. 

"I found the themes of the videos you like very interesting. Gangbangs featuring small, blond women. Several of them with one or more black men involved. Do they remind you of anyone?"

I blushed, realizing that my personal kink would be pretty obvious to anyone who found that folder. 

"Okay, you win. Seeing you with Jamal last night fulfilled one of my biggest fantasies."

"Why didn't you tell me that you were interested in that?" Amy asked.

"I guess I wasn't sure how you would react, until recently of course. And I was embarrassed to admit the idea of you with a black guy, particularly one with a big cock, turned me on. I was afraid you would think less of me as a man."

Amy had a bemused expression, "Don't be such a silly boy. No guy melts my heart like you do when you tell me that you love me. Sitting here in your arms as we talk about our fantasies makes me happier than you will ever know."

Her response made me feel better, even as it underscored my concerns about her image of me when she referred to me as a 'silly boy'. I was becoming aroused by our talk, and Amy slid back and forth in the tub against my erection as she smiled over her shoulder at me.

"I was talking to Jamal this morning, you know, pillow talk after we finished fucking. Did you guys hear us? He had such a wonderful hard on, and I couldn't help being a little vocal from how hard he was pounding me."

I nodded, and played with Amy's breasts as she turned in the tub and pulled me down further so she could straddle me. My erection was sticking up out of the water like a submarine periscope, as Amy rubbed her slit with it and looked in my eyes.

"The warm water made my pussy feel better. In fact, now it's aching for a different reason." she said as she lowered herself onto me.

We both groaned as Amy's clit made contact with the base of my cock. She rocked against me slowly as she talked.

"Jamal says there is a gangbang coming up in a couple of weeks that he is going to participate in. It's being organized by that guy, Patrick that works at our hospital."

I squeezed Amy's breasts and she leaned forward so I could suck on the nipples.

"He said he could get us invited to it, if you are interested. Patrick's wife, Annette is going to entertain about five other guys, but he said she probably wouldn't mind another girl there to help her service all of those studs."

I moaned as I thought about Amy and another woman being gangbanged by six guys as I watched.

"Jamal says one of the guys who is invited is a former teammate from his college basketball team. He said the guy is six feet seven and has a fourteen inch cock."

Amy stared into my eyes as she rose and fell on my throbbing cock. "Can you imagine me getting fucked by a fourteen inch cock?" she whispered. "I don't think I could fit it all in."

I pictured Amy in my mind, on her back with that massive, black cock working her tiny pussy. She would need to do some preparation to open herself up enough to even take in something that big. She must have been thinking the same thing.

"I think I will order a big, black dildo online today, and you can help me use it to get ready for the gang bang."

It seemed like her mind was made up even before I answered her question about my interest, but in truth, the thought of her with a guy like that had me on the brink of my own orgasm.

"That sounds so amazing, Amy. I am about to come." I gasped.

"Yeah, baby. Come in my tight little pussy. Although, maybe it's not all that tight after last night with Jamal. How do I feel to you this morning?" she asked.

In truth, I didn't really notice any difference. Amy had always been pretty a pretty snug fit around me, and I had to struggle to keep from coming too soon from the stimulation. I was only able to last as long as I did that morning because of the previous night's activity.

"You feel like heaven." I admitted.

"You may have to be content with blow jobs for a few days after the gang bang if this new guy stretches me out." she teased. "It's a good thing I am getting better at them, huh?"




Sweet Ass Pt. 04



Her comment brought to mind one of my favorite interracial videos. In it, a girl about Amy's size has sex with a hugely hung black guy, who gives her a massive cream pie. The mental image of her stretched out pussy leaking cum on the bed at the end of that video brought on my orgasm, and I cried out as Amy continued to ride me through the duration of it.

"That's it baby, fill me up," she whispered as she kissed my face. 

"You didn't cum, did you?" I asked.

"It's okay," she said, "I still really enjoyed it."

She laid down against me in the warm water, and I stroked her back as she wrapped her arms under my shoulders. I wondered about where our adventures in sex were taking us, and tried to quell the nagging worry in my mind.

Chapter 15

I got home from work on Wednesday and there was a shipping carton next to the front door. It took me a moment to remember that we were waiting on the large dildo that Amy ordered online to be delivered. I picked up the carton, surprised by its weight, and carried it inside.

When Amy got home she tore into the box with excitement. Once it was open, she began pulling out the contents; several sex toys, including a menacing fourteen inch dildo called Mandingo, a couple of devices designed for anal play, and a large bottle of clear lube.

I smiled at her as she examined the contents. I had always wanted her to include toys in our lovemaking, but she had been embarrassed when I suggested it, and we never acted on the idea. Her one concession was a rabbit vibrator that Carol talked her into buying, but that she never used in my presence. It seemed that our experimentation with the lifestyle was breaking down barriers to many ideas that had been rejected in the past.

"You began your Christmas shopping six months early, I see." 

Amy laughed, "Sorry baby, they had free shipping on orders over $100, so I looked around the website and found some other items that looked interesting. I hope you don't mind?"

'As long as you promise to let me play with them with you, I am fine with it." I replied.

Amy kissed me and suggested we make a quick salad for dinner so that we could go to bed early and have some fun. She put the new toys in the dishwasher and started it up as I made our dinner. When I asked her about it, she said she read that the dishwasher was a great way to wash and sterilize sex toys. I begged her not to wash any anal toys after we used them with our dishes, and she agreed, laughing along with me.

We both quickly devoured our salads, along with a bottle of wine. I rinsed the plates in the sink as Amy pulled open the dishwasher. Steam poured out, and Amy used a towel to pick up and dry each of the toys, laying them on another towel and wrapping them in it.

"These things are still very warm, almost too hot to touch. Let's get them upstairs and have some fun before they cool off," she said.

I trailed her up the stairs and we quickly shed our clothes and pulled the covers back on the bed. Amy lay down and pulled a ten inch dildo from the bundle of toys. It was purple and semi-transparent, what's called a jelly toy based on its appearance. She pumped some lube into her hand and rubbed the phallic shape with it, then she slowly worked it into her pussy as she craned her head forward to watch.

She groaned, "Wow, that feels amazing with it warm like that. You have to try this."

I stared uncomprehendingly at her.

She let go the base of the dildo lodged in her pussy and it stayed put with only the last inch or so protruding. From the towel-wrapped bundle, she pulled out a red butt plug about six inches long and two inches in diameter.

She motioned for me to turn around, saying, "Come on, you will thank me once you feel this inside of you."

"I am not sure I want to try taking that thing inside me without some preparation first."

"Your cock seems okay with the idea," Amy observed, as we both took in my erection dancing in front of me. "Bring that up here so I can taste you."

I walked on my knees to her head, and swung a leg over her face. She grabbed my tool and pulled me into her hungry mouth. I pumped slowly in and out as she stroked the base, enjoying the feeling of her lips and tongue.

I felt the slippery fingers of her other hand teasing my anus. Suddenly, she pushed her forefinger inside me. I smiled down at her face, and she took that as acceptance, and added her middle digit to my ass. I was enjoying the stimulation from her fingers, and my erection felt like a steel bar from the pressure she was putting on my prostate gland.

She pulled away from me and asked, "How does that feel?"

I admitted that it felt really good.

"Okay, just relax now." she said.

She pulled her fingers out and picked up the butt plug, smeared it with lubricant, and placed it against my opening. As she pushed gently, she went back to sucking my cock. The feeling of having both erogenous zones stimulated at the same time was pretty amazing. I had a warm mouth around my cock, and a warm intruder wriggling into my ass. I tried to relax as the toy slid inside me. It reached a point of internal resistance, and Amy stopped pushing, sensing the resistance from within. She kept a steady pressure on the base of the plug, and continued stroking and sucking my cock.

Gradually, millimeter by millimeter, the toy continued to slowly dilate me and move deeper. When the widest part, about two inches from the base, made it past my outer ring of muscle, the toy slid the rest of the way in on its own, and I gasped.

"Now how does it feel?" Amy asked.

I admitted that the feeling was intense. There was no pain, just a very full feeling, and the warmth of the toy radiated into my body in an oddly comforting way.

Now that she had me pegged, Amy encouraged me to turn around in the classic sixty-nine position. I got a close up view of her little box stretched around the obscenely big, purple dildo. I pulled it out a few inches, and pushed it back in slowly. It took a lot of force, and Amy moaned, making me worried that I was hurting her. That concern was dispelled when she commanded, "Harder!"

So I pulled the toy part way out and added several squirts of the sex lube to it, then began working it back and forth. The friction was reduced, or more likely her vaginal grip on the toy began to relax, and I could move it pretty freely.

She spread her knees wide to each side as I continued to stroke the jelly in an out. As I increased the pace, she matched me with her efforts on my cock. We were both spiraling up to a nice climax together when she broke contact and gasped. "Try putting this in my ass at the same time."

She handed me the smallest dildo that she had ordered. It was about eight inches long and one and a half in diameter, and it was flesh colored with a suction base. I realized that even though it was the smallest toy she had, it was still slightly longer than my own penis.

After I lubed it up, Amy pulled her knees back toward her chest. I had to pause as I stared at the dildo in her pussy, stretching her labia into a thin sheath around the base of it. She whimpered at my inactivity, so I rubbed the tip of the smaller dildo against her 'back door' and began to push the tip of the toy gently into it. 

"Oh yeah, baby. That feels amazing."

She reached down and put her hand on my wrist, pushing harder. The dildo slid inward several more inches then stopped. "Fuck me with both of them!" she demanded.

I had my forearms on either side of her ass, and a toy in each hand as I began working them in and out in unison. Amy took my cock back into her mouth and pushed it deep into her throat in her excitement over what I was doing.

I couldn't believe how excited Amy was from playing with our new toys, but I was happy she was enjoying it as much as I was. My concentration on the task at hand was starting to crumble from the wonderful blowjob Amy was giving me when she stopped moving and screamed mutely around my cock, which still filled her mouth. Her stomach muscles rippled as her orgasm tore through her and she pushed her heels into the mattress. The sheets under her, as well as both of my hands up to the forearm, were sopping wet with her cum. I slowed my stroking of the toys, hoping that Amy would soon resume her efforts, and bring me to my release.

Instead, she said, "Baby, please take the dildo out of my ass and let me turn over so I can feel you inside me along with the other dildo."

I pulled the smaller toy out of her butt slowly, not sure what to expect. It came out clean and covered only with the shiny lubricant. Amy was watching my face and she said, "I cleaned myself out at work today with a Fleet enema."

"How did you know we were going to do this tonight?" I asked.

Amy blushed, and said, "I didn't. I was talking to Jamal at lunch, and he said he wanted to try anal with me the next time we got together. He suggested that I prep myself and try it with you first, to get used to the feeling."

"You mean, to get used to a smaller cock first, don't you?" I said, rather indignantly. I was upset that Amy was making plans for future activities with Jamal without talking to me, and my insecurity had me reading between the lines of their discussion.

"Oh baby, no! He did not say anything of the kind, I swear to you. He is a really nice guy and doesn't play the humiliation game. You know that," she scolded.

I felt bad, knowing that I had overreacted. I was stung by her secrecy and her private talks with Jamal, though.

Amy pulled me down and kissed me, and my anger dissolved as her passionate tongue sought entry into my mouth. Lust took over and I kissed her back. 

She rolled over and put her hands between her legs to hold onto the base of the purple monster. Her anus was slightly open, about the diameter of a finger. I apologized to her by leaning down and rimming her with the tip of my tongue.

"Oh my god!" she gasped. "I love that, baby." 

She let me play with her butt using my tongue for a few minutes before she said, "Please fuck my ass now."

Despite my earlier anger (or perhaps because of it?), I was still erect, so I moved over her and put the tip of my cock against her anus. As I pushed forward, I slid inside with surprising ease. Amy and I both groaned and I registered the pressure of the jelly that was buried in her pussy against my cock as I slid deeper into her.

"Oh yeah," she said with her face pressed against the mattress. "I feel so full. Try moving in and out, but please go slow."

My earlier misgivings about anal were being replaced with a grudging acceptance that the actual experience was pretty amazing. Amy's butt started out tighter than her pussy, but the more I stroked her the softer it became around my cock. It also felt a few degrees hotter, and I remembered that I still had the warm toy in my own ass, providing a similar feeling to what Amy was experiencing.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah," Amy began chanting. 

I could feel her using just the tips of her fingers to push the final inch of the large dildo into her pussy as I stroked the length of my cock into her ass. She was so wet the dildo slid out immediately when she released pressure on it, so she was able to rapidly stroke it deep inside of her using her fingertips. 

I could see her left eye clenched shut, and I guessed that she was picturing what we were doing with Jamal in place of the purple monster.

I kissed the side of her face and asked, "Does that feel good, baby? Do you like being double fucked by me and Jamal at the same time?"

Amy's eye flew open and she wailed as she came on my cock and the imaginary Jamal. I was close too, so I picked up my pace until I felt my own orgasm start. The intensity of my release caused me to bury myself deep inside her as I started to cum. I felt her hand moving underneath us and between my legs, and as I was cuming, she pulled the butt plug out of me using the t-handle on its base.

The effect was like being electrocuted. The simultaneous void in my rectum along with my orgasm created a spasm that ran through me and made voluntary movement impossible. Every nerve in my body fired at once, and my muscles clenched as I experienced the petite mort of a very intense orgasm.

I slowly collapsed on top of Amy, and she sighed happily. When I failed to move after 20 seconds or so she softly called out, "Earth to Randy, over. Come in Randy."

My eyes were closed, and I felt like every ounce of energy had been drained from my body. I continued to lie prone on top of her until she began to giggle. 

"Oh fuck," she gasped under my weight, "I killed my husband with a butt plug." Then she began to laugh uncontrollably. 

I couldn't help myself, and I joined her. I rolled off of her and we wrapped our arms around each other as we continued to laugh until we cried. Amy kissed my face as my laughing reduced to a happy smile, then she devoured my mouth in a hungry kiss. 

As we broke apart, she looked in my eyes and said, "I love you so much." 

Chapter 16

The next day, while I was at work, Amy called me during her afternoon break at the hospital.

"I just want to tell you again that I am sorry that I haven't been keeping you up to date about my conversations with Jamal." she said.

"It's okay," I told her, "I overreacted. I want you to have a friendship with him, and that means you are going to talk to him frequently. You can't possibly rehash everything that you discuss with him when you tell me about it later. I just want to know about the times your discussions involve me."

"Understood." Amy replied. "That's actually why I am calling you. I was talking to Jamal at lunch and I wondered if I could invite him to have dinner with us tomorrow night."

I knew that dinner didn't just mean dinner. "Just the three of us?" I asked.

"That's what I was thinking. You could make your lemon chicken. Everyone loves that."

Was I ready for this? Hosting a date between my wife and her lover in our house? It felt very different than the previous weekend at the party, when Carol had been there for me. I had been able to spend time with her when the situation with Amy and Jamal got too intense. I would be performing without a net if it was just the three of us.

I took a deep breath and let it out, "Yeah, that sounds good."

I thought I heard Amy exhale forcefully, too. "Are you as excited and terrified as I am?" I asked her.

She chuckled, "Yeah, I guess I am. Are you sure you are okay with this idea? I don't want you agreeing to things that make you uncomfortable just to make me happy."

I smiled to myself and replied, "I think we are both way outside of our comfort zones at this point. In fact, I think we are becoming addicted to doing things that scare the shit out of us."

Amy murmured her agreement, then became silent.

"I am looking forward to it. I want you to invite him and I want us to go further with this." I said. I patted myself on the back for being totally unambiguous for a change.

Amy said, softly, "Thank you, baby. I have to get back to work. I love you."

"I love you, too." I told her, and ended the call. Then I calmed my nerves by making a shopping list for the meal that I had planned.

After work, I stopped at the store and picked up the items that I needed. I also got a few bottles of good Cabernet. Amy and I were happy with cheaper wines when it was just the two of us, but I felt the need to be a little more extravagant on the wine we would be serving Jamal.

When I got home, Amy was already changed and making dinner. I put away the groceries and the wine, and wrapped her in a hug.

"Did Jamal say he was coming?" I asked.

Amy grinned at me, "You really are excited about this, aren't you? No 'hello, how was your day', just cut straight to the chase."

I felt my color rise. She was right, of course.

"Yeah, he said he would come over. How are we going to handle it after we eat?" she asked.

I had been thinking about that all day. I didn't have a clue as to how to transition from the meal to the events afterward.

"Would you care for some coffee, tea, or perhaps my wife?" I suggested.

Amy punched me in the bicep. "Don't you dare! I'm not some after dinner treat, you know."

"On the contrary, you are my favorite after dinner treat. Also my favorite breakfast, my favorite afternoon snack..."

"Okay, okay! I concede the point to you." Amy said, laughing.

"Why don't we just play it by ear?" I suggested, "That seems to be working for us so far." In the back of my mind I was thinking about the previous weekend, when we almost had to throw a bucket of water on Amy to keep her off of Jamal during the party. I was only worried about how I was going to handle it. I had no concern that Amy would find a way.

We ate dinner and then Amy read for a while as I checked up on email on my laptop. We headed to bed and I watched Amy as she undressed.

"We should change the sheets on the bed before he gets here." I suggested, as I examined the bed for indications of the previous night's romp. 

"I will do that while you make dinner tomorrow," Amy said.

"Did Jamal give you any instructions today at work?" I asked.

"What do you mean," Amy replied, "Oh, like not letting me kiss you until he gives permission?''

"Yeah."

"No, but I told him about our activities last night, including our little DP fantasy. I had him pretty worked up and left him that way when lunch was over." She giggled. "He did suggest that we rest up tonight so that we would have lots of energy for tomorrow."

I had an erection from watching Amy undress and thinking about our plans, but I had to agree with Jamal's suggestion. I definitely didn't want to be unable to get it up when he was there! Amy turned out the light and got under the covers next to me. I cuddled with her and she rubbed her butt against me.

"I think Jamal was right. I should abstain for the next 24 hours so I am ready to go tomorrow night."

"Party pooper!" Amy said as she pulled away from me.

"How about if I use one of your new toys on you tonight, as a warm up for tomorrow?" I suggested.

Amy jumped up and ran to the dresser. She pulled open the bottom drawer and dug under the collection of sweaters. When she turned around, she had the 14 inch monster dildo in her hand, the one advertised on the packaging as Mandingo.

She brought it and the pump bottle of lube back to the bed and handed them to me. I looked at the toy dubiously. "Are you sure you want to try this?"

"Yeah," she said breathlessly, "just take your time and get me ready with your fingers first."

She laid back against a stack of pillows and spread her legs, smiling at me expectantly. I crawled between her legs and kissed her shaved pussy, causing her to shiver. When I licked lower, between her prominent labia, I tasted her juices, already flowing from her excitement.

For the next ten minutes I used my tongue and fingers to excite her and open her up. When I moved up from three fingers in her pussy to all four, she gasped. I slowly worked my hand inside her, marvelling at how tight she was around it. Eventually, my hand was buried in her up to the palm, I used the exposed thumb to brush across her clit as a rotated my hand from side to side.

Amy's mouth was agape, and she was staring at her stretched open pussy. She suddenly reached down and grabbed my wrist, causing me to ask, "Am I hurting you?"

"No, but I am about to cum. Try Mandingo now."

I picked up the hefty toy, and smeared a generous amount of the lube all over it. Amy put her hands behind her knees and pulled her legs back to give me better access. I lined the head of the toy up with her vaginal opening and pushed firmly. 

Nothing. The blunt head of the toy was too wide to enter her small opening. She let go of her knees, and used her hands to spread her pussy lips. I squirted some more lube directly onto her pussy lips, and tried again. 




Sweet Ass Pt. 04



This time the monster started to burrow inward. Amy was panting as the flared head of the phallic toy spread her wider, and then disappeared inside of her. 

"Keep going." she said, so I continued to push. I had about six inches of the toy inside her when she gasped, "Wait a minute and let me get used to this."

We grinned at each other, both of us perversely proud of her ability to accommodate a dildo that was as big around as my wrist. 

"Try moving it in and out," she said.

It took a lot of force to retract the toy part way. I didn't want to pull it too far out and have to try reinserting it. I pushed it back in and got another inch inside her. After several minutes of work, I was able to move the toy back and forth about six inches, and it was ten inches deep.

"God, that feels so good!" Amy enthused.

I had a firm grip on the base of the dildo, and was moving it slowly in and out as I watched Amy's reaction. Her chest began to flush, which I knew was a sign that she was very excited.

Amy looked up at me from under lidded eyes and said, "Please lick my pussy where my lover's cock is buried, baby."

My own heartbeat quickened at her provocative suggestion. I knew that this request would be repeated at some point in the future when it was a real cock in her pussy, perhaps as soon as the following evening.

I leaned in and licked her clit, and let my tongue trail down to her opening.

"Yeah, baby. Right there. I don't need much stimulation on my clit. I want to feel your tongue licking my pussy lips where his cock is moving in and out of me."

I flattened my tongue on the sheath formed by her stretched labia, and slid it around her juncture with the toy. Amy moaned and grabbed my head holding it in place.

"Fuck me!" she screamed, so I plunged the toy into her repeatedly as my tongue continued to tease her lips. She came, pulling my face tight to her sex. I glanced up and saw her shaking her head from side to side. She was in another world.

Her grip on my hair released, and she tried to push me away, but without much strength. I stopped fucking her with the toy and asked, "Are you okay?"

She nodded, and I began to slowly pull Mandingo out of her. She had taken an impressive ten inches or so of the huge toy. It was shiny from her secretions, and when the crown appeared, it popped out noiselessly and I set it aside.

Amy was still dilated at least the width of my cock, which was both alarming and exciting. If she didn't tighten back up we would have problems creating enough friction for either one of us to enjoy sex with each other again. I knew the problem was only temporary, but I was hard from thinking about it.

I kissed her pussy again, and sucked gently on her distended labia. She softly said, "That feels nice, Randy. Thank you."

After she regained her senses, she propped herself up on her elbows and asked, "Are you sure that you don't want sloppy seconds?"

I said, "Stop teasing me. You know how much I want to fuck you tonight. I just don't want to have any performance issues tomorrow."

"Poor baby," Amy cooed, but with a smile on her lips. "Maybe you're right. I bet I am able to get you off tomorrow with no problem though. I am starting to pick up on your hot buttons."

I grunted an acknowledgement, both worried and excited by how she might use that knowledge.

We settled down to sleep, and Amy was snoring softly in less than five minutes. It took me considerably longer as I worried about endless scenarios involving me and Amy with other men. Finally, I drifted off.

I dreamed that we were having dinner with Amy's lover, but it was at a busy restaurant, and not at our home. The guy was black, but it wasn't Jamal. After we ate, Amy stood up and pushed her mystery lover's chair away from the table. He got up and pulled out an erect cock that looked exactly like her largest toy.

Amy pulled up her dress, revealing that she wasn't wearing any panties. It was obvious that she was about to let this guy fuck her right out in the open in the middle of the restaurant.

I glanced nervously at the other customers as the man began working his cock into Amy, and she encouraged him with comments about how good it felt. The other customers didn't seem to be paying any attention to what was going on right next to them! 

Amy called to me as she was being fucked by her lover. I met her gaze and she said, "You know what I want."

I stood up next to the table and looked down to where the massive cock was sliding in and out of her. Amy put her hand on my arm to pull me closer, then urged me to bend over. My face was inches from where the two were joined. 

"Please do it." Amy begged.

I opened my mouth and began licking, touching both Amy's pussy and the shaft buried in it repeatedly. Amy's moaning rose to a wail, and she and her lover both came. I laid my head on her belly, and watched as the man withdrew his still erect cock from between her legs and let it rest on her pussy. The slimy head was just inches from my lips. Amy said, "I want you to clean him off now," and I came in my pants.

I woke up to a strong feeling of shame and disorientation. I realized that I had actually cum all over myself during the dream. So much for abstaining, I mused.

I lifted the covers gingerly and surveyed the mess. Luckily, I was on my back when I came. It took me ten minutes to clean myself up and get back to bed. Amy slept through the entire incident, which spared me from having to explain things. 

It took me even longer to fall asleep the second time, but I managed to sleep without dreaming until the alarm went off the next morning.

Chapter 17

I was able to bury myself in my work on Friday right through the afternoon, and avoid dwelling on what was going to happen that night. As a result, at 3 p.m., I found myself with all of my projects updated, an empty email inbox, and no messages on my phone. I decided to leave work early and give myself some more time to get ready for Amy's 'date' with Jamal.

I got home and began preparing dinner. I was preoccupied with what might happen later, but conscious enough to realize I needed to be careful while slicing the chicken not to cut my thumb off. A trip to the emergency room for stitches would give Amy way more time alone with Jamal than I was ready for.

Amy got home as I was finishing everything. She pranced into the kitchen and kissed me, then continued running up the hall to put on something more attractive than her hospital scrubs.

"When will Jamal get here?" I shouted after her.

"Any minute," she replied from two rooms away, "that's why I am running. Give him some wine and keep him company."

I uncorked a bottle of claret, and poured myself a glass. No sooner did I raise it to my lips than the doorbell sounded.

I opened the door and found a smiling and confident Jamal, who shook hands with me as he entered. In his left hand he had a bottle of wine, which he gave me after we exchanged greetings. I invited him in and looked at the bottle. Stags Leap cabernet, very impressive!

We chatted about work and sports, and I was reminded again why I liked this guy so much. He was very easy to talk to, and he had a way of making you feel like you were a close and trusted friend the first time he met you. 

He was dressed casually, like at the party. He had on expensive jeans and a polo shirt, with oxford shoes and no socks. I got a whiff of Hugo Boss cologne. I was wearing the same jeans and striped dress shirt that I had worn to work for 'casual Friday', but didn't pull off the look as well as he did with his height and athletic build. 

We finished the claret while we waited for Amy, and I told myself to slow down. I wanted to be involved in the fun later, not passed out while it happened. As I added the pasta to the boiling water, Amy came down the stairs and into the kitchen.

Jamal stopped speaking in mid-sentence, and my mouth fell open. Amy had on a short, cap sleeve dress with an empire waist. It came to mid thigh and was made of a rose colored, gauzy material. With a full slip underneath, it would have been adorable. Amy was wearing it with no slip or bra, and what appeared to be very skimpy panties. Not only the shape, but also the color of her nipples were discernable through the fabric. She had her curly blonde hair parted in the middle, with locks at her temples pulled back into a clip at the back of her head, a look similar to Emilia Clarke from Game of Thrones. Her lipstick and blush were pink, and all of this combined with her lithe body to make her look ten years younger, which would make her illegal for what Jamal and I had planned for her later.

"What's the matter, you guys?" she asked, blushing.

Jamal and I both tried to reply at once. His 'you look amazing' and my 'I love that dress' made Amy blush even more. Instead of withdrawing in shyness though, she seemed to steel herself, approaching Jamal and rising on tiptoes to give him a welcome kiss and hug. He was still so stunned by her appearance that he actually seemed unsure of himself as she pressed her lips to his. Amy smiled with satisfaction at his apparent nervousness. 

I was also surprised at that, because it was the first time that I had been around him when he didn't seem to be in control of the situation. I realized that meeting another couple for a private session, as opposed to the party we threw the prior week, was probably more difficult for him than he let on. It made me lower my defenses a bit, and feel more relaxed towards him.

After Amy kissed Jamal, she turned to me and kissed my cheek, whispering, "Do I really look okay?"

"Amazing!" I whispered back, echoing Jamal. I got busy straining the pasta and asked Jamal to open his wine so we could have it with dinner. Amy set the small round table in the kitchen where we usually ate breakfast, instead of the dining room table. She put her wine glass in the middle spot and set up each of us on either side of her.

I told Amy and Jamal to sit down, then I plated their food and served them. By the time I made my own plate and sat down with them, they were eating and talking about work, laughing at some shared incident from earlier in the week. I noticed how happy and animated Amy was, and I realized that she was enjoying the whole experience with both of us, and was not just focused on the opportunity for sex with Jamal later. That made me happy, and I was so proud of how gorgeous she looked!

We all enjoyed the food and conversation during our meal. Jamal was very funny and engaging, and kept us laughing with his stories about growing up in a big family. He was the first of his siblings to attend college, on an athletic scholarship, but eventually all six of his brothers and sisters graduated too.

We were on the third bottle of wine when we finished eating, and I suggested that Amy take Jamal into the living room while I cleared the table. She took his hand and led him from the kitchen as I hurried to scrape and rinse the plates.

I carried the bottle of wine and my glass into the living room, and found Jamal and Amy on the couch. Amy had left a spot next to her, and she patted it to indicate that I should sit there. 

"Do you guys want to watch a movie or something?" Amy asked.

I looked at Jamal and shrugged. He seemed to take it as his cue to assume control of the situation. "Why don't you move over to my lap?" he said to Amy. It was phrased as a question, but sounded more like a command.

Amy looked at me for approval and I nodded. She stood up and sat back down in Jamal's lap, facing me with her legs extended across the sofa in my direction. She put her arms around his neck and looked in his eyes as he drew her face towards him and kissed her. 

Once again, the reality of watching Amy share a passionate kiss with another man caused me to experience the delicious mix of anxiety and lust that I was becoming addicted to. I wondered if I would ever be able to see her do that without some small amount of cuckold angst. I hoped not.

Jamal put his large hand on Amy's chest and began squeezing and rubbing her breasts. Amy has sensitive nipples, and I could see that they immediately hardened under the fabric of her dress from his attention. Her eyelids fluttered and she became aggressive in returning his kiss.

Jamal turned to me and said, "Amy tells me you are into feet. Take her shoes off, Randy, and massage her feet."

It was true, I had a major foot fetish. I was surprised to learn that Amy had shared that with Jamal. It was another detail that she shared with him and forgot to tell me about.

I tried to work the buckles on the sides of her wedge sandals and keep track of what they were doing at the same time. It took me a while to get her shoes off, and while I was working on it, Amy was pulling at Jamal's shirt to try to get it out of his pants.

He chuckled and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his broad, chiseled chest. Apparently, that was not enough for Amy, because she pulled her feet out of my grasp and then knelt in front of Jamal to work on getting his pants off. She was grinning at him as she struggled with his belt.

Jamal raised his hips and she pulled his pants down. She had to remove his shoes to get them all the way off, but she finally had him sitting in just his underwear, which was tented dramatically by his ten inch erection. 

Amy stared at his package for a few seconds, then pulled at his boxer briefs to remove them. His cock jumped as it was freed from confinement. Amy reached for it tentatively, then slowly stroked it with her hand. 

Just like the first time that I watched her do it, I was struck by how big and black his cock was and how small her pale, white hand looked around it. I had watched similar scenes many times in cuckold videos, but knowing that it was my Amy who was about to take on that monster made my breath catch in my throat. Amy was concentrating on Jamal, and I felt forgotten and invisible sitting just three feet from them.

Jamal put his hand on the back of Amy's head, but she was already descending towards him with her mouth open. Just before she reached the head of his cock, she slowed, as if suddenly remembering that I was there, and glanced at me. 

She wasn't waiting for permission this time, as her mouth closed around him and she pushed him deep inside. She did maintain eye contact with me though, so she saw the look of lust mixed with trepidation that was on my face. 

"That feels good, baby girl," Jamal purred. "You want another load like the one I gave you at work today, don't you?"

Amy's eyes widened in alarm and she watched my face tighten in reaction to finding out that she had sucked his cock at work again. She didn't even hesitate to continue blowing Jamal, however. I was angry, because I told her it was dangerous to her career to play games at work. We would have to talk about it later.

"Why don't you get naked too, Randy?" Jamal asked. "Then we can both enjoy this bitch at the same time."

I wasn't sure I liked Jamal calling Amy that, but I knew that she got off on being treated like a slut from what she told me about her first few encounters with Jamal. I stood up and took off my clothes as Amy continued to work Jamal's cock deeper into her mouth and throat. 

When I took off my own briefs, I couldn't help but compare my seven inch erection to the one Amy was working on. She had lately started reassuring me that she enjoyed my cock when we made love, and that Jamal's larger tool was no better than mine at getting her off, but I was still skeptical. I sat back down next to them and stroked myself to hardness.

Jamal urged Amy to stand up, then he reached under her dress and pulled down her panties. She started to pull the dress up to remove it and he stopped her. "Leave it on for now."

He pulled her towards him, and Amy straddled his hips with her knees. She reached down and lifted the hem of her dress to expose her pussy to us, and Jamal grabbed the base of his cock so he could tease her by stroking the head between her labia and across her clit. 

Amy's hips bucked slightly as she succumbed to the teasing of her clit. I could see that the inside of her thighs was wet from his stimulation.

Jamal was watching her face, and said,"Tells us what you want, baby girl."

Amy groaned, "Please make love to me."

Jamal chuckled and said, "Makin' love is what you do with your husband. What do you want from me? What do you need from me?" he taunted.

"God, Jamal," Amy moaned, "just fuck me."

Still he hesitated.

"Fuck me with that big, black cock." she finally added.

Once she said that, he scooted forward and pulled her hips down. Amy dropped the hem of her dress, and his cock was partially concealed, but I could still make out the dark shape slowly penetrating her sex through the gauzy material as she lowered herself onto him.

I stopped stroking myself, teetering on the edge of my own orgasm already. Amy stared into Jamal's eyes as she began to ride him. She started slowly, but built up her speed. I was mesmerized by the thought of what was happening beneath her dress, though I couldn't make out any details.

Jamal was smiling at Amy, and without taking his eyes off of her, he asked me to remove her dress. I stood behind her and lifted the dress up as she continued to ride him, uninterrupted. She had to take her hands off his shoulders and raise them up to allow me to pull the dress over her head, but as soon as I did, she reached for him again and pulled him into another deep kiss.

My angst returned as I stood there watching them, holding the dress that I had just removed and feeling like I had just given Amy away to Jamal.

The intensity of the sensations Amy was feeling caused her to drop her face to Jamal's shoulder and lock her hands behind his neck. She hung on to him like a sailor lost at sea, clinging to a buoy, and cried out as he thrust into her from below.

Amy's movement slowed as she tired, and Jamal became frustrated with her lack of motion. He picked her up effortlessly, and put her back down on the couch on her back. Amy gazed at his cock as he lifted her left leg and put the foot over his shoulder to tilt her pelvis up. Then, he buried his cock into her to the balls in one plunge.

Amy cried out but Jamal thrust hard and deeply into her. I caught her eye and mouthed 'are you ok?' as I stood behind Jamal. She nodded her head and clawed at his upper arms as she approached her orgasm. 

"Oh my god," she screamed as she came. She grabbed for my hand as she convulsed beneath him. Her right foot came off the floor and hooked behind Jamal's ass, and her left foot flexed with her toes splayed out. Her hand gripped mine like a vice, with strength fueled by a rush of adrenaline.

As her orgasm subsided, her head fell back against the sofa, and her grip on my hand relaxed. Jamal smiled at me and stopped fucking her, resting with his cock still buried inside her. "I think I have her warmed up." he said, sardonically.

"You need to give your man some attention." he told her. Amy let go of my hand and reached for my cock, pulling me close enough to suck me into her mouth. She let me thrust into her, holding her head still on the sofa. I thought about what I had just watched her do, and it made me a little more aggressive than I normally would be. I was practically throat fucking her, but she seemed to be enjoying it, and she reached down to squeeze my balls as I continued.

"That's it baby, suck that big cock." Jamal said.

I knew he was humoring me, given his size, and that my cock was only average, but I appreciated his effort to appease any doubts that I might be feeling under the circumstances.

As Amy rallied from her first orgasm, Jamal asked her, "You ready for your first DP, baby girl?"

Amy looked at me, as if to see what my reaction was going to be. I smiled and said, "I should probably take your ass for this, huh?"




Sweet Ass Pt. 05



This is dedicated to my friends, Annette and Patrick. Thanks for your inspiration and support!

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Chapter 18

I noticed over the next couple of weeks that Amy was more affectionate than she had been before, both with me and others who I watched her interact with. It was not overtly sexual, just a greater physical comfort level with herself and people that she came in contact with.

As for me, it was like we were back at the start of our relationship, when everything that she did excited me and I was constantly filled with lust for her. I paid more attention to her appearance, and I kept flashing back to the dress she put on the night that we entertained Jamal at our house. 

She told me that the outfit was inspired by my description of the dress that Alex wore the night I took her home from the bar, and it took several hours for her to find a similar one to wear for me. I told her that I loved her boldness in wearing it without a slip for Jamal and me. She laughed and told me not to get my hopes up about her wearing it in public without a slip under it.

Of course, Amy couldn't wait to tell her best friend, Carol about our escapade. We caught her up on our experience after Thursday night yoga class the following week. We were having drinks afterward at our usual bar and Carol was incredulous that Amy had done anal with Jamal, since she had seen first hand the size of Jamal's erection. 

Amy gushed about what a great guy and a wonderful lover Jamal was, and Carol stole glances at me as she went on about him. Finally. Carol had heard enough, and she pointed out that Amy had a pretty great guy sitting next to her.

Amy realized what she had done, and she turned to me with chagrin, saying, "I'm sorry, baby. Carol is right. Even as much as I like Jamal, he can't come close to how much I love you and enjoy being your wife." I was glad to hear her say that, but a little upset that Carol had to remind her to do it. 

Carol told us she was seeing a new guy named Brad who she met through her job in insurance. He had a small business and he came to her to buy health insurance coverage for his workers. They started talking and he invited her to dinner. They followed that up with a movie date three days later, and afterwards, he asked her to go with him to a business function the following week.

"Oooh, the third date!" Amy exclaimed.

Carol blushed, "Actually, I met him for lunch today, so that was technically our third date."

I was clued in to the three date rule, so I knew what Amy was referring to. Now that the guy had taken Carol out three times, she could give him a green light to have sex with her.

Carol added, "Also, we sort of already had sex." 

Amy and I waited for an explanation with confusion on our faces.

"Brad is a great kisser, and we have been making out at every opportunity since our first date. Today, after we had lunch together, we were making out in his car in the parking lot before we headed back to our jobs."

She hesitated, then added in a conspiratorial whisper, "I let him finger me while we were kissing, and I was rubbing his cock through his pants at the same time. We both got carried away and I accidentally made him cum in his pants. The poor guy had to go home and change before he could go back to work."

Carol and Amy laughed at the predicament that she had put Brad in, and I smiled at Carol's happiness at finding a guy who she seemed to hit it off with. I suggested that we do a double date with her and Brad so we could meet him, and Carol said she would talk to Brad about it and set something up. 

During our conversation with Carol, Amy didn't mention the possibility of us participating in a gang bang with Jamal, so I stayed quiet about it too. I did wonder what Carol would think about it, and decided I would get her perspective on it at some point.

I had a three day business trip the following Monday, and Amy would be on her own for two nights. I wondered if she would ask to see Jamal while I was gone, but she didn't say anything about it. I was packing Sunday night for the trip, and I finally broached the subject myself.

"What are you going to do while I am gone?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" Amy replied.

"Do you want to see Jamal while I am away?"

"Would that be okay with you?" she asked. Her face didn't give anything away as to how she felt about it, but that, in itself, spoke volumes. She was hiding her true feelings about the possibility.

I said, "If it's something that you want to do, and you are comfortable seeing him by yourself, I guess it's okay with me."

Amy frowned, "That doesn't sound like an endorsement to me. I would like to use the opportunity to see Jamal, but I want to know that you want it too."

My heart was racing as I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. I realized that I had been looking forward to an opportunity for her to be with Jamal where I had no direct control over the situation since she started seeing him. Then I said, "I want you to be with Jamal while I am gone, but I have two conditions."

Amy smiled, "I know one of them is to tell you everything that happens between us. What is the other one?"

I grinned at her perceptiveness. "The other one is that you don't fall in love with him and decide to leave me."

"Oh baby, why would you worry about that?" Amy asked, putting her arms around my neck and giving me a sensuous kiss. The kiss led to even more kissing, then some frantic groping, and finally we ended up doing it on the bedroom floor, too excited to take the time to move my suitcase and clothes off the bed.

As we lay on top of our discarded clothes with Amy's head resting on my chest, I told her that I really was okay with her having Jamal over while I was gone. I had reached a point where I trusted him, and I was honest about my excitement at thinking about what they might be doing while I was not there.

Amy said, "So you are okay if he stays here overnight?"

"Yeah," I replied. "That will be okay. Ask him to be discrete, though. Our neighbors will wonder if they see a strange car sitting in the driveway all night."

"And you are okay if he fucks me, right? Here in our bed, while you are gone?" She was teasing me and stroking my cock as she asked the questions. "Are you okay if he fucks my ass, too, baby? What about if he comes in my mouth and makes me swallow it?"

I was hard again, and Amy grinned as she climbed on top of me and impaled herself. I told her I was fine with all of that, but I knew she was asking in an effort to arouse me rather than out of real concern. I did remind her to be careful with Jamal at work, though.

"Oh Randy," she whispered to me as she rode me. "What could happen at work that would be so bad if we got caught?" 

I thought she was being serious, and I started to formulate a reply, when she added, "If one of the supervisors catches us, I will just offer to let him join us."

She knew that I got off on the idea of her acting slutty and having sex with multiple guys, and her comment made me envision her being double teamed by Jamal and one of the supervisors. I came hard at the mental image, and Amy smiled in satisfaction. She didn't cum until I went down on her afterward, but she had a strong orgasm as I cleaned up her messy pussy.

I flew out early the next morning, and spent the flight thinking about Amy. When I got to our corporate office in New Jersey, I was busy the whole day and then had dinner with several members of my team that evening. They headed to the hotel bar after dinner for a nightcap, but I begged off and went back to my room.

I checked my phone in the elevator, and saw that I had two new messages from Amy.

Amy:Hi Baby. Jamal is here, wish u were 2

Then a picture message came up. It was a selfie with Amy snuggled against Jamal's chest in our bed. He was holding her phone and took the selfie of the two of them smiling and relaxing. There was a bed sheet covering them, and I wondered if it was taken before or after they had sex.

I almost got out of the elevator on the wrong floor, and quickly stepped back in as a man got in with me. I hid my phone screen until the doors opened on my floor, then I raced to my room and got undressed. 

I checked my phone, and the incoming message bubble was on. I stared at it for several minutes, and realized Amy must be sending me a video file! I grabbed the complimentary bottle of lotion and the box of kleenex from the bathroom, and laid down on the bed. By the time the message loaded on my phone, I was erect and stroking myself in anticipation. 

I clicked on the icon, and the phone switched to the video app. I turned the phone sideways to watch it. Amy had given the phone to Jamal, and he was shooting the action as he fucked her. She was on her back, and moaning as he thrust into her. The picture jerked and moved in concert with his efforts.

He panned down to show his cock sliding in and out of Amy. She was taking the entire length with ease now, and she said, "Yeah baby, fuck me with that big cock. Show Randy what he's missing tonight."

I stroked myself slowly, to avoid coming too soon. In the video, Amy pushed against Jamal's chest to indicate she wanted to turn over. She got on her hands and knees, and looked back at the camera, smiling. Her cute little butt filled the frame, and I could see that her pussy was already red and the lips were swollen. She was gaping open about an inch. Jamal's cock entered the picture, looking huge from the perspective of the camera. He pushed all the way into her and Amy cried out. "Yeah, baby. Fuck me hard!"

Then the picture began to jerk again, as Jamal complied with Amy's request. I made a mental note to get her a stand to hold the camera for this type of thing the next time I travelled. Jamal had one hand on Amy's hip, and she was helping him by slamming back into him against each of his thrusts. Amy shouted, "Oh god, here I cum." and clutched the sheets as she orgasmed. Jamal kept pounding her through it.

After she stopped screaming and settled down, Jamal pulled out and told her to turn over. She did, and he handed her the phone. She took it and looked into the camera, "He wants to finish now, so I am going to put the phone down. Love you, baby." she said as she kissed the camera lens. The picture gyrated as she turned the phone around and then went dark. 

I clicked on the progress bar on the video and put it back to where Jamal began doing her doggy style. I stroked myself and came all over my stomach at the same time that she did in the video. As I cleaned myself up, I typed a message back to her.

Me:That was hot! Thx to Jamal for shooting it. Will get u a phone holder 4 next time

Shortly after I sent the message, my phone rang. It was Amy!

I answered with, "Hi baby, thanks for the video." 

Amy was panting, "Sure, hon. Did you enjoy it"

"I just came all over myself watching it." I told her.

She giggled and said, "What a coincidence, Jamal just came all over me. I wish you were here so we could lick the cum off of each other."

"Me too." I replied.

"Are you behaving yourself?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

Amy paused, "You won't have sex with another girl without asking me first, will you?"

I remembered our discussion about flirting with coworkers. I knew that Amy was having a much harder time with the idea of sharing me with other girls than I had about sharing her with other guys.

"No, baby. I won't do that, and if you and Jamal keep sending me videos like that, I won't have the time or energy left to do anything with another girl anyway."

"Good." Amy said. "Jamal and I are going to go clean up in the shower together now. I will talk to you in the morning. I just wanted to thank you for this and tell you that I love you."

"I love you too, baby." I said, before ending the call. I turned off the light and tried to go to sleep, but ended up watching the video again a couple of times. I was still amazed that my sweet, somewhat shy Amy, who hesitated to masturbate in front of me, was now fucking other guys and sending me videos of it. I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

Chapter 19

The next morning, I found another video file on my phone. It was Amy and Jamal in the shower together. She must have propped her phone up on the vanity across from the shower to record it. I didn't have time to watch the whole thing before getting ready to meet my team for breakfast, so I skipped through it to see what it contained.

It showed them kissing as they waited for the shower water to heat up, then they stepped in and there was a pretty long sequence of them washing each other. Amy washed Jamal last, and ended up on her knees sucking his cock after she rinsed him off. He pulled her up and turned her around so that he could enter her from behind, then he fucked her as she moaned loud enough to be heard over the running water. After several minutes of this, he said something to her and reached for a bottle on the shelf. I think it was conditioner, and he put it on his cock and then appeared to push back into her slowly.

Amy shouted, "Oh fuck!" and I realized he was working his big cock into her ass! There were several minutes of them in this position, then Jamal reached down and picked Amy up while still embedded in her ass and moved back to the bench seat in the shower. He sat down on it and she put her feet on his thighs. She took charge of the action, and I had a great view of it from a side on perspective, because they were far enough back in the shower that the glass panel wasn't splashed with water. Amy rose up until she reached the tip of his cock, then plunged down to the base as the action continued. Jamal was playing with her breasts and pulling on her nipples as they fucked.

I was running late, so I moved to the end of the video where they were out of the shower and drying off. Amy leaned over to put her face in the picture and said, "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did, baby. Talk to you later." and the video ended.  

I put my phone in the front pocket of my messenger bag and took a quick shower. I wanted to jerk off in the shower, but didn't have time, so I quickly dressed and ran out the door to meet my teammates for breakfast. I would have to wait until later for my own release.

Our second day of working on the project as a team seemed to drag on as I thought about Amy. I fiddled with my phone during dinner with the group, waiting for a message from Amy and itching to watch the videos again. I was finally able to get away from the group and return to my room around 9 pm.

I still didn't have any calls or messages from Amy, and I was starting to worry, so I called her. She answered and I could tell that she was taking the call over her Bluetooth connection in the car.

"Hi, hon." I said.

"Hi baby, you caught us on the way home." she replied. "Jamal took me out to dinner after work."

I remembered that they were an hour behind me in the midwest. I worried a little about them being out in public together, but then I realized that others would probably think nothing of two friends having dinner together. Of course, that depended on how they acted towards each other. Lately Amy had been much more affectionate in public. I was getting excited thinking about someone catching them fooling around.

"Did you have a good time?"

"Yeah, we did. Jamal took me to a great sushi place. I ate too much." she said laughing.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." I told her, adding, "thank you for taking such good care of Amy while I'm gone, Jamal."

"My pleasure, Randy." Jamal replied. "Amy is taking good care of me too, so it's all good."

I was sure that Jamal's comment alluded to his 'friends with benefits' arrangement with Amy. 

"And thanks for the videos," I said, "They are amazing. We could make a lot of money in the interracial cuckold porn industry."

"DON'T YOU DARE PUT THOSE ONLINE!" Amy shouted, as Jamal chuckled in the background.

"I am only kidding." I assured Amy. "You are now my favorite porn star though, baby."

"Well, you won't be getting any more pictures or videos from me if I find out you are sharing those with anyone."

"Don't worry." I told her. "Okay, just wanted to check in with you. Drive safe and I will see you tomorrow."

"Thanks, hon." she said. "We are pretty tired, so you probably won't get another video tonight. Love you."

"Love you too." I replied as I ended the call. 

I spent the rest of the night watching the shower video. It was over 25 minutes long, and I must have watched it three times as I masturbated. I only stopped to turn in when my phone flashed a low power message on the screen and I was forced to plug it in to recharge it.

Then next day I flew home, and got to the house before Amy did. Our bed was made, and there was no obvious sign that Jamal had been in the house, which disappointed me a little bit. I shook my head at the realization that I was actually hoping to find some indication that Jamal had been there, and demonstrated his dominance by leaving signs of his presence behind for me to find. Of course, Amy might have cleaned anything like that up out of concern for my feelings.

When Amy got home she gave me big smile and a long kiss, and I felt a sense of relief that she was still so affectionate towards me. In the back of my mind, I continued to worry that she would lose interest in me as she got more involved with Jamal.

The next day was Thursday, and I told Amy I had a late conference call scheduled with folks on the west coast, so I couldn't make the yoga class. Amy frowned, reminding me that Carol was skipping it too, for her date with Brad. Amy hated to miss a class.

Suddenly she brightened, "I can ask Jamal to go with me. I told him I was into yoga and he agreed to go with me sometime." She put in a call to him and left her invitation in a message.

I had a nagging worry at how much time Amy was now spending with Jamal. I told her that I would try to meet them afterward if they decided to go out for drinks. I wanted to see how they were acting towards each other in public, fearful that Amy was going to make people suspicious, but turned on by the idea, too.

Jamal called back about ten minutes later and I could tell by Amy's expression that he agreed to join her. 

We went to bed, and Amy drove me crazy for over an hour with her accounts of what she and Jamal had done in my absence. She got me to cum in both her pussy and her ass, then 'made' me clean her up with my mouth. I was so tired after that, I passed out and slept until the alarm went off. 

At work the next day, I was busy cleaning up tasks that accumulated while I was out of town on my business trip. The day flew by, and it wasn't until my late conference call with the west coast office that I thought about Amy and realized that she was probably just beginning her yoga class with Jamal. I sent her a text telling her I was thinking about her.

The meeting ran over, and by the time I got my computer packed up and left the office Amy's yoga class had been over for half an hour. I drove to the bar where she and Jamal were to meet me and went inside.

I didn't see Amy or Jamal, and was looking around in confusion when I felt a tug on my sleeve. I looked down and Alex, the cute Russian graduate student was smiling up at me with a martini glass in her hand.

"Hello Randy." She said cheerfully.

"Hi Alex, how was class tonight?" I asked.

"It was good," she told me, with her wonderful Russian accent, "but I did not see you there."

"I had a late meeting at work," I explained, "so Amy went with a friend of hers from the hospital."

"Ah, yes. I met this friend. He is a very handsome man."

"Did you see them here somewhere?" I asked.

"They just left. Amy told me to tell you that they would be at Ophelia's. You know this place?" she asked.




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"Yes," I replied, "it's a bar that Amy likes where they have live music and dancing. Did she tell you why they decided to go there?" I checked my phone as I talked to Alex.

"No, but I think it was because she was uncomfortable."

I looked up from my phone and waited for an explanation.

"When I got here I was talking to Eric and Kevin." Alex paused, and looked at me with uncertainty. "He told me some things about Amy that I did not believe. He tried to get Kevin to tell me that they were true, but Kevin refused and said he should not be talking about Amy that way."

I looked around the bar, but didn't see Eric or Kevin. I wanted to hear what Eric had said to Alex, but I also wanted to catch up to Amy. 

"Would you like to go with me to Ophelia's to meet up with Amy and Jamal?" I asked Alex. "I can explain things to you on the way over."

I could see that Alex was curious. She nodded and downed the remainder of her martini, and followed me to my car. I checked my phone again as we walked and found a message from Amy.

Amy: Hi hon. Decided 2 go 2 O's instead. c u there.

I texted back: On my way. Luv U

I opened the door for Alex, and as she got in the car I noticed her outfit for the first time. She had on a short skirt and tee shirt. The hot, humid weather made the soft fabric of the shirt cling to her body, and I could see that she didn't have a bra on underneath it. She showed a lot of long, tanned leg as well as she swung her pretty, sandal clad feet into the car. She looked up at me as I closed the door and met my gaze with a smug smile playing at the corners of her lips. 

As I pulled out of the parking lot, I asked Alex why she thought that Amy was uncomfortable earlier at the bar. She explained that Amy and Jamal approached them as Eric was telling her about Amy, and that there had been an awkward moment after Amy introduced Jamal to everyone. 

"Kevin finally asked Jamal about his work at the hospital," Alex said, "and started a conversation, but Eric just stared at Amy as we talked. He didn't say anything the whole time. After Amy and Jamal finished their drinks, Amy whispered to me that she and Jamal were leaving. Shortly after that Eric and Kevin left, and then you showed up."

I took a deep breath and said, "I don't know what Eric told you, but Amy and I have a rather unique arrangement in our marriage."

I glanced at Alex and continued, "We include others in our sexual activities, with the understanding that we keep no secrets from each other about it."

Alex asked, "So Amy is allowed to have sex with other men?"

I nodded.

Alex said, "Eric says he has slept with her. That is what he wanted Kevin to confirm."

"Eric is an ass to brag about it, but yes, he has been with Amy." I told her.

Alex was thoughtful for a moment, then asked, "Why didn't you sleep with me when you took me home that first time if you are allowed to do that? Am I unattractive to you?"

If I read her expression correctly, she was both curious and a bit offended that I had passed on the opportunity. I decided that Alex deserved a complete explanation, so I told her the whole story about how that incident had triggered the chain of events that had 'opened' our marriage.

Another glance at Alex revealed that her smug smile was back. "So it seems that you owe your 'sweet ass' a big favor for helping you."

I laughed, "I never thought about it that way, but you are right."

We were at Ophelia's, so I let Alex out at the door and looked for a parking space. When I joined her inside, I found her talking to Kevin. I could tell that there was a problem as I approached them by the looks on their faces.

We exchanged greetings, and then Kevin told me there had been an incident involving Eric and Jamal just before I arrived. He indicated that Eric had talked him into coming to Ophelia's after Amy and Jamal left the other bar. He said he didn't know that Amy was planning to bring Jamal here, or he would have tried to talk Eric out of coming.

I learned that Eric was pretty drunk, and when he saw Amy and Jamal at the bar he confronted her and asked if Jamal was her new 'fuck buddy.' Amy told Eric he was an asshole and Jamal looked like he was ready to punch Eric, so Kevin said he moved to separate them. Before he could step in, Eric pushed Jamal into Amy, and knocked her purse and several drinks off the bar. At that point, the bouncer and manager showed up and asked the bartender what happened. She said that Amy, Jamal and Eric appeared to be ready to fight, and that Kevin had broken it up, so the manager asked all three of them to leave. Eric stormed out first, and once he left, the manager told Amy and Jamal that they could stay for ten minutes to avoid another confrontation outside, but then they had to leave too.

Kevin said he talked to Amy and Jamal after Eric left and they seemed to be okay. He said that Amy asked Jamal to take her home, then she thanked Kevin for keeping the confrontation from escalating, and they left. Kevin indicated that they had been gone about twenty minutes when we arrived.

I thanked Kevin for watching out for Amy, and bought him and Alex a drink, then I excused myself and found a quiet place to call Amy from. She didn't pick up, and the call went to her voicemail. I left a message saying that I was at Ophelia's, and Kevin had updated me on what happened. I ended by asking her to call me as soon as she got the message to let me know she was all right.

I went back to the bar and talked to Alex and Kevin. I declined a drink for myself, as I was still worried about Amy and unsure of what to do. When I had not heard back from Amy for fifteen minutes, I tried to call Jamal. His phone also went to voicemail.

I was no longer in the mood to drink, so I asked Alex if she would mind leaving so I could go home and check on Amy. She said sure, so we told Kevin goodbye and left.

When we got on the road, I asked Alex if it would be okay to stop at my house to make sure Amy was okay before I dropped her off to get her car. She nodded and rubbed my arm to console me. I realized that I had been pretty inconsiderate to her and apologized. 

She told me not to worry, that she was fine. I explained that I wasn't too concerned, because it didn't sound like anyone was hurt in the confrontation, and Jamal was a guy I trusted to take care of Amy. I was just surprised by the fact that I couldn't reach them.

We got to the house, and there was no one else there. I invited Alex in and gave her a glass of wine, then I tried to call both Amy and Jamal again. Neither one picked up.

At that point, my concern started to turn to annoyance. Amy had to know that I would be worried about her, even if she didn't know that Kevin had told me about her argument with Eric and she assumed that I was unaware of it. The last message from her indicated that she was expecting me to join them. She should have called or texted to let me know about the change in plans.

Kevin said that Amy told Jamal to take her home. Did she mean to his house? I couldn't believe that she would go there with him without letting me know. I didn't even have his address.

As I was fretting over the situation, Alex brought me a glass of wine and said, "I think you should relax. If something was wrong you would have heard from one of them by now."

I tried to smile at Alex, "I am sure you are right. It's just not like Amy to take off with Jamal without telling me first." In the back of my mind, I recalled the other times she 'forgot' to tell me little things about what she and Jamal did, though.

"You said that you and Amy don't keep secrets from each other, but you knew she was going to be with Jamal tonight, right?" Alex asked.

"Well, socially yes." I said. I left unsaid that Amy and I had not discussed the subject of her having sex with Jamal. Maybe Amy didn't see them as separate activities either.

"You need to sit down and stop worrying." she stated.

Alex took my hand and pulled me toward the couch. She took my wine glass and put it with hers on the end table, then she pushed me back onto the sofa. As I sat down, she crouched to untie my shoes and take them off. Her hands were gentle, and she looked up at me with a smile as she gave my feet a quick massage. 

I stared at her pretty face, then my gazed dropped to her legs. She was crouched on her heels, and I could see up her short skirt. Her knees were slightly parted, and she had on white panties that revealed the enticing mound of her sex. My eyes moved up her body to her nipples, now erect under her shirt, and finally to her knowing eyes.

I picked up my phone and typed in a message to Amy. After it was sent, I showed it to Alex.

Me: At our house waiting for you with Alex. 

Assume you are having fun, and will do the same.

xoxo

Alex stood up and sat next to me on the sofa. We talked for a while about her studies, and I tried not to stare at her cute breasts. I started to relax as we finished our wine. I noticed that Alex's glass was empty and asked her if she wanted more. She shook her head no and reached over to put her glass on the end table. She had her left arm behind my shoulders and with her right arm reaching across my body she was practically embracing me. She stopped and stared into my eyes.

I glanced at my phone one more time. There was no reply to the message that I sent Amy fifteen minutes earlier.

I turned back to Alex and pulled her into a kiss. She returned it, refreshing my memory of what a good kisser she was. 

She pulled away from me and stood up, then sat back down in my lap facing me with her legs straddling my thighs. As we resumed kissing, she pulled one of my hands to her chest. I took the hint and began rubbing her small breast. 

The result was dramatic. Alex thrust her long tongue into my mouth and used her hands to carress my head and pull my face closer to hers. I enjoyed this aggressive side of her. I used both hands to squeeze her breasts and play with her nipples. She whimpered as I teased her.

She stopped me so she could pull her tee shirt off. I drank in my first close-up view of her amazing body. She had small breasts, like Amy's, but her nipples were darker and larger. The script tattoo on her right side that ran from her hip to just under her armpit was in a foreign language that I didn't recognize. She had several other tattoos, but I was too engrossed in her pretty face and dazzling smile to examine them. 

She wanted my clothes off, so I worked on unbuttoning my shirt as she unbuckled my belt. As soon as my belt and pants were open, she plunged her hand into my underwear and grasped my cock, at the same time forcing her tongue back in my mouth. 

My cock expanded rapidly in response to her manipulations. She stopped kissing me again, and pulled her skirt up and over her head, leaving her in just her panties. I had to chuckle at the Hello Kitty logo on the front of them.

"Cute panties." I commented.

She said that if I liked the panties I would love what was inside and reached down to pull the gusset of the panties to the side, revealing her pussy. The lips of her sex were very thick and puffy. She used her left hand to rub her slit, and slipped a finger inside for a moment to wet it, then rubbed her prominent clitoris with it.

"I want you inside me. Now." She said.

She raised up enough to allow me to push my pants and underwear down my thighs, then she moved closer and grasped my cock to rub it between her engorged labia. She was very wet, and once she had me in position, she pushed down firmly until I was balls deep in her hot, tight honey pot.

She put her arms around my neck and humped me as I laid back against the sofa cushions. I had not had such urgent, frantic sex since I was in high school, and I found it extremely exciting. I resumed playing with her sensitive breasts, and she rocked her pussy back and forth on my erection. After several minutes, her motions became faster and less coordinated. She cried out and orgasmed, dropping her head to my shoulder. 

I was getting close to my own release, so I used my hands on her hips to urge her to continue to ride me. She gathered her senses and resumed her efforts, watching my face as she did. Her steady gaze faltered as my cock seemed to swell and harden even more. She sensed the change and said, "I love your hard cock, Randy. Come inside me so I can feel you fill me up."

That pushed me over the edge, and I had a strong orgasm as she kissed me and rubbed her chest against mine. I wrapped her in a hug and pulled her tight against me.

"What the fuck, Randy?'

I looked up and saw Amy standing in the doorway with Jamal behind her. She was obviously not happy to find Alex naked in my lap with my cock inside her.

I said the first stupid thing that came to me, "What are you doing here?"

"I rushed home to let you know I was alright," she yelled, "but it looks like you were not all that concerned."

Alex slid off of me and crossed her arms over her breasts, but made no move to get up. I think she was a bit scared of Amy at that point. I knew that I was. I felt ridiculous sitting there with a semi-erect cock and my pants around my knees, so I stood and pulled my pants up. 

"What do you mean you rushed home? We have been here over an hour, and I didn't hear back from either of you when I called and texted you earlier." I said indignantly.

"Don't you think I would have responded if I was able?" Amy said. She turned to Jamal and said, "Wait here, I am going to get some things and then I am going to go home with you." She turned and stormed up the stairs.

As soon as she left the room, Alex jumped up and began putting on her clothes. I pulled on my shirt and looked at Jamal, "What's going on, man?"

He told me that when they left Ophelia's, he had gone about a mile when his tire pressure warning light came on. He pulled over on the shoulder to check the tires and found the left rear one had a piece of metal embedded in the tread. A cop going the other direction passed them, then did a u-turn and came back with his lights on.

At first Jamal thought the cop was going to offer to help, but as he approached, Jamal saw him scowling at Amy. He asked Jamal for his license and registration, then asked if he had been drinking. Jamal told him no, knowing that any other answer would result in a sobriety test. The cop told Jamal and Amy to stand at the back of the car while he called in the license.

When he came back from his cruiser, the cop said he was taking Jamal back to the station to do a breath test for DUI, because he didn't have a portable unit in his cruiser. Amy asked what reason he had to do that, since Jamal said he hadn't been drinking, and the cop said he smelled alcohol on them. Amy was livid and accused him of being a racist. Then she insisted on riding along with Jamal to the station, so the cop put zip tie handcuffs on both of them and put them in the back of the cruiser. Jamal passed the breath test, but the cop was able to point to the trace level of alcohol present in his blood as proof that he had probable cause, then he released them.

I asked why neither one of them had called or texted me back at some point during the ordeal, and Jamal said Amy's phone was broken when her purse was knocked off the bar by Eric. His phone was in his car while they were being processed at the station.  

I thought about everything that had gone down with Amy and Jamal, and realized that he had handled things at least as well as I would have under similar circumstances, including bringing Amy home as soon as he was able. I thanked him for taking care of her.

"Don't worry about Amy. She will cool off in a day or so and I will bring her back home to you. I am not looking for a live-in girlfriend." he assured me with a grin.

Alex had been standing at the entrance to the kitchen during our discussion and when she heard Amy coming back down the stairs, she disappeared into the back of the house. Amy had a backpack and an overnight bag in her hands. She appeared to be calmer than when she went up the stairs, but was still glaring at me.

I felt bad, knowing that I had jumped to conclusions and feeling like an idiot for fucking Alex before I talked to Amy first. I tried to apologize to her but she cut me off, saying, "I need some time to think about things, Randy. After seeing you with Alex, I am not sure I can do this."

I wasn't sure what 'this' was, since she was about to leave with Jamal, but I repeated that I was sorry and asked her to forgive me. She didn't reply, but did give me a quick hug before she left the house with Jamal walking behind her and carrying her bags. He turned to me and mouthed, "I'll call you." while miming the act with the hand holding the backpack. Then he winked at me and turned to follow Amy.

I was in turmoil and wanted to follow Amy so I could talk to her about what happened, but realized that Jamal was probably right, and that I should give her some time to calm down first. I also needed to think about our situation and decide if I could let Amy see other guys if one of the conditions was that I was not allowed to see other girls. It was obvious that she didn't enjoy sharing me anywhere near as much enjoyed sharing her.

I closed the door behind them and called out, "You can come out now, Alex. They are gone."

She appeared in the kitchen and walked to me, wrapping me in a hug. We both said we were sorry to each other at the same time. 

I jumped in and added, "This is all my fault. I have wanted you since the first night you kissed me, but I shouldn't have been with you until I talked to Amy about it."

"No, I knew you needed to get her permission first. I just didn't want to wait." Alex countered.

I held her face in my hands and said, "That may have been our first and last time together, but I will always remember it. You are amazing."

She was still hugging me as she said, "You better take me home before I cause you more trouble."

I drove her back to the bar to get her car, then I went home alone and thought about Amy all night as I tossed and turned in my empty bed.

Chapter 20

I woke up Friday morning and had a moment of panic over the empty space where Amy should have been before I remembered the events of the previous evening. I wanted to talk to Amy or at least text her, but she didn't have a phone. I decided to text Jamal instead.

Me: GM Jamal. Please tell Amy I will bring her a new phone at lunch time.

I didn't get an immediate reply, so I got in the shower. When I got out, there was a message on my phone.

Jamal: Thx hon

I was pretty sure Jamal wasn't referring to me as 'hon', and my mood improved at the thought that Amy sent the reply. I finished getting ready and headed to the office. 

I was able to get my morning work obligations taken care of by 11 pm, so I went out for lunch early and picked up a replacement phone for Amy. She wanted the new iPhone 6 Plus, so I got it for her, along with a case. The guy who helped me was even able to install all of Amy's apps and settings on the new phone from her cloud backup.

I texted Jamal to set up lunch with Amy.

Me: Meet 4 lunch in hosp cafe at 12:30?

Jamal: Amy says ok

I headed to the hospital with the new phone and a feeling of optimism about seeing Amy. When I found her in the cafeteria, she was alone at a small table. I leaned over to kiss her and she turned her face to the side to offer me her cheek. I saw that she had already eaten something. Amy asked if I wanted to get something to eat, but I declined.

"Thank you for replacing my phone." Amy said as she examined her new toy.

"Sure, baby. I hope you like it." I told her. "Listen, I'm really sorry about last night. I know that I fucked up. I don't have an excuse, and if I tell you why it happened, it will probably only make things worse."




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I think I surprised Amy with that comment. She said, "Okay. I was going to tell you that I didn't want to hear any excuses, but now you have me curious. What's your explanation?"

I told her, "I tried to reach you and Jamal both by phone several times. You can see the missed calls and text messages on the call log in your new phone. Kevin told me that you asked Jamal to take you home, and when I didn't find you at our house, I assumed that you were with Jamal at his place. I had no idea that you guys were in trouble, and it felt to me like you were trying to ditch me so you could spend time alone with Jamal. I had Alex with me because she relayed your message and I invited her to go with me to Ophelia's to meet up with you two. She said Eric told her you were involved with him, and I wanted to explain our relationship to her, but I never intended to pursue her until I started to feel abandoned. It was wrong for me to jump to conclusions."

Amy thought about what I said for a few minutes. 

"I know it's selfish of me to be so possessive of you, and I overreacted last night when I got home and found you and Alex together." Amy said. "Now I understand why you felt the way you did, but I am hurt that you would assume I had so little concern for your feelings. Does my behaviour really make you that insecure?"

Before I could reply, she continued, "Wait, that's not a fair question. I know that if our roles were reversed, that I would not be able to deal with you being alone with another girl while I was out of town on a business trip, and I would have had the same thoughts that you did last night, maybe even worse. I just have a hard time when I see you with Alex. She's younger and prettier than me, and I worry that you will fall in love with her."

"That's just crazy." I told her. "I have never been attracted to anyone like I am to you. I love you."

Amy reached across the table and took my hand. "Did Alex spend the night with you last night?"

I smiled, "Now who's jumping to conclusions? No, in fact, I told her I might never be able to see her again when I took her home."

That response seemed to please Amy, and she smiled at me for the first time since the incident.

"Are you planning on coming home tonight?" I asked her hopefully.

"I left all of my stuff at Jamal's place this morning." she said. She must have seen the dejection in my face, because she added, "I'll have him drop me off at home tonight after work."

I pulled her hand to my lips and kissed it, causing her to glance around us in embarrassment.

"You can invite him to stay for dinner, if you want." I told her.

"Oh my god," Amy said in a low voice, "you are too much. I thought you were upset with how much time I was spending with Jamal."

"I was only upset that I wasn't part of it." I explained.

This time it was Amy who initiated a kiss, and I returned it gladly.

"Are you going to cook for all of us?" she asked.

I really didn't feel like doing that, so I said, "How about if we go out to eat somewhere?"

Amy said she would ask Jamal if he was up for a date with us, but she planned to spend the evening with me regardless of what his response was. 

I went back to the office in a much better frame of mind than when I left it. I got a text from Amy later saying that Jamal would be joining us, and had a place in mind for us to go to for dinner.

When I got home, Amy was already there, and getting dressed to go out. Her bags were next to the bed, and she told me Jamal had gone back to his place to get ready. I asked her what I needed to wear, and she suggested that I change from my casual friday jeans into a pair of dress pants. 

I finished getting ready in ten minutes and went back downstairs to nurse a beer while I waited for Amy. She was taking a long time, and I was wondering where Jamal was too, when she finally appeared at the bottom of the stairs.

She had on the dress! In deference to the fact that we were going out in public, she was wearing a slip under it, but it must have been the thinnest and most transparent slip that she could find, because I could still faintly make out her nipples through both garments.

"Wow, Amy, you look fantastic. I am so proud of you for being brave enough to wear that dress for me in public."

She smiled nervously, and did a quick pirouette in the silver pumps that she was wearing. As she turned, I got a glimpse of something on her lower back.

"Turn your back to me, baby." I implored. She grinned at me as she slowly turned, watching my expression over her shoulder.

She had a new tattoo on her lower back! I had been after her for a while to get one, but she said she was afraid of how much it would hurt. Jamal must have talked her into it. I was disappointed that I hadn't been with her last night when she got it, though.

"Show it to me." I said.

"What?" she asked, innocently.

"You know what." I replied sternly.

She lifted the hem of her dress slowly, revealing the bottom of her ass, then the cheeks. I thought she was naked under the slip until she got to the middle of her ass and I saw the tee back of a thong emerge from between her cheeks. The tattoo was just above the the thong.

It was a winged heart in several colors, about five inches across. I got up and looked closer, and realized it was a temporary tattoo. It looked very real, but there was no way she would have healed up over night after receiving a real one.

I got on my knees behind her and kissed her ass cheeks, then all around the tattoo. 

"I take it that you approve." Amy giggled.

"I love it." I said.

"I asked Jamal to take me to the place where he gets his tattoos done. We went while you were out of town, and I picked this one out but I told the guy I would have to come back with you later to get it done. He said he could give me the temporary tattoo so you could see it when you got home. Jamal helped me put it on this afternoon at work so I could surprise you with it."

I stood and gave Amy a long, passionate kiss. She returned it just as passionately, and then whispered in my ear, "The winged heart signifies your willingness to set me free to explore my sexuality. It's a tribute to your love for me, baby."

I had tears in my eyes, but I didn't want Amy to see them, so I hugged her tight and thanked her. Once I got control of my emotions, I let her go and changed the subject by asking what was keeping Jamal.

She grinned again, and said, "That's the other surprise. He is cooking dinner for us. We need to get going to his place right now or we are going to be late."

I drove and Amy gave me directions to Jamal's condo. He was located in a tall residential tower downtown, only a few miles from the hospital. Amy showed me where to park, then held my hand as we went through the lobby and took the elevator to the eighth floor.

Jamal answered the door wearing a Williams and Sonoma apron over his clothes. He greeted us both and invited us in as I handed him the wine that I brought.

I took in the beautiful apartment as I stood in the foyer. The open floor plan included a large main living area, the kitchen to the right, and a separate dining area in the corner of the unit. The exterior walls of the living and dining area were full glass, all the way to the ten foot ceilings. Outside the glass was a wrap around balcony with lounge chairs and planters.

Jamal's furnishings were modern, featuring mostly chrome and leather. He had a very large flat screen TV on the wall of the living room, and tasteful art work throughout the unit.

I gave a low whistle, and asked him, "How many women give up the pussy right here in the foyer when they see this place?"

Amy punched me in the shoulder and said, "Hey, that's my boyfriend you are talking to."

Jamal and I both laughed, and he replied, "A gentleman never kisses and tells," then he added in a stage whisper with his hand over his mouth, "I have never failed to seal the deal if I get a girl this far, though."

Amy just shook her head and said, "Please bring me a glass of wine, baby," as she dropped onto the leather sofa with the graceful ease of one who is already familiar with a room and its furnishings.

Jamal and I both reacted to the request, then laughed awkwardly.

I said, "She's like the girl in the John Mellencamp song, she calls everybody baby."

"You relax and keep her entertained and I will bring you both a glass of wine." Jamal offered.

I sat next to Amy on the sofa, and we looked at the lights of the city as they started to come on around us. I smelled garlic cooking, and Amy told me that Jamal was making shrimp scampi for us. Jamal brought us our wine, and told us the food was ready. 

We ate at the dining room table as darkness fell around us outside the apartment. Jamal was a wonderful chef and host, and we all shared a very comfortable time talking and laughing as we ate. I reflected on the relationship between Jamal and Amy and I. If there wasn't any sex involved, I would say that we were both close friends with him. It was a very different situation than between Amy and her first lover, Eric. I didn't think I could ever like or trust him the way I did Jamal. I actually found myself hoping that Amy's feelings for Jamal stayed strong, so that we didn't have to look for another lover for her. I would miss the friendship I had with him.

After we finished eating, we continued to chat and finish our wine. Amy suggested that we go for a walk, which surprised me because her shoes were not suited for walking any significant distance. I wondered what her ulterior motive was.

I helped Jamal clear the table, then we headed out for our walk. During the elevator ride to the lobby, we stopped on a lower floor. Two very attractive young ladies got on, and greeted Jamal by name.

"Hey Brenda, Nadim. What's going on tonight?" Jamal responded.

"We are going out for drinks, then hitting the clubs later," Nadim, the exotic Asian girl told us. "You guys want to come along?"

Amy grabbed my hand and put a protective arm around Jamal's waist, replying, "Thanks, but we already have plans for later."

I felt my face coloring as realization of what Amy's response meant dawned on the girls. They shared a knowing look with each other, then Brenda said, "Maybe some other time, then."

Brenda glanced at me several times before the doors opened in the lobby, and I found the courage to smile back at her. It was her turn to blush and look away.

As we reached the street, Amy and Jamal turned left and the girls got into a cab. I looked back to see them whispering to each other as they glanced our way.

"That was rather bold of you." I told Amy.

She smiled and said, "I'm feeling courageous tonight. Sorry if I embarrassed you."

"I'm fine." I told her. "But you might have embarrassed Jamal."

Jamal grinned and said, "Nah, I didn't mind. That Indian girl, Nadim, is a terrible gossip, though. I am sure the whole building will know about us by the end of the weekend."

We walked for about five blocks, then turned onto a side street. Two blocks later, Amy stopped at a dark storefront. The sign said "Tribal Knowledge" in large script, with "Tattoo Parlor" in smaller letters underneath it.

Amy turned and looked at me. "Should I make my tattoo permanent?"

I looked at Jamal, who had half sleeves on both arms, and a few other tattoos on his torso, and asked, "Do you think this is the place Amy should get her first tattoo?"

Jamal said, "They did most of mine, and the owner, Noah is a friend. He will take good care of Amy."

We went in, and I met Noah, and two other artists who worked there. Noah indicated that he was happy Amy decided to come back to him for a permanent tattoo. He explained that Amy's temporary tattoo decal had come from a collection of mass produced art, and that he wanted to do a more detailed version of it for her. He did a rapid sketch, then colored it with markers to show her his idea. It only took him ten minutes, but it did look way better than the decal, and it demonstrated his artistic ability to us.

Amy agreed, and after Noah explained the entire process, including how to care for the tattoo as it healed, he led us to a private area in the back of the shop to do the work. When we got there, he had Amy straddle a bench with an attached shelf where she could rest her arms as he worked. Noah sat behind the raised bench on a low stool. I realized that, with her dress on, he was going to have to lift it up and expose her ass completely to work on her lower back. Noah lifted the back of Amy's dress and clipped it to the bodice to keep it out of the way. He didn't seem at all surprised by the thong that she was wearing, or her near nudity, but then he probably saw a lot more than that with some customers based on the parts of the body he worked on. Jamal and I were invited to sit in front of Amy, and I was glad to have a reason to sit down to hide my growing erection. I looked at Jamal and saw that he had a similar problem.

Amy asked if the tattoo would hurt as she watched him open a package containing the new needle he was going to use. Noah suggested a numbing agent if she was at all concerned about pain, and Amy agreed.

After he cleaned off the temporary tattoo, and applied the numbing gel, he asked Amy if she wanted the tattoo above or below her bikini line. Amy asked Noah what he recommended.

Noah explained, "If it is above the bikini line, everyone will see it if you wear a crop top or bathing suit. When people see tattoos, they always ask what they mean. If you don't want to answer that question a thousand times, hide it below the waist line."

Amy looked to me for advice, and I suggested that it go above. Amy smiled, knowing that I wanted others to see it and ask her what it meant. It was a very heady moment for me, since it would be a visible reminder of our lifestyle every time I saw it.

Noah used a fine point pen and a ruler to measure and mark where the tattoo would go, then he asked Amy if she was ready.

Amy nodded, then bit her lip. The tattoo needle buzzed as Noah turned it on, and she flinched at the first contact, but quickly relaxed. 

Noah said, "That is as bad as it will get, are you ready for me to start applying ink?"

Amy smiled and said, "That's not bad at all, go ahead."

As Noah worked, Amy said, "All I feel is some pressure and tingling. The numbing agent really worked."

Noah told her, "The skin over the tattoo will actually hurt more as it heals than it does now. It will feel like a sunburn for the next few days."

Noah worked for about 40 minutes, then sat back and invited me and Jamal to have a look at it.

Amy gave me her phone and asked me to take a picture of it for her. I admired the finished tattoo, with it's brilliant colors and the fine details in the feathers of the wings, then I took several pictures and gave the phone to Amy. She looked through the pictures and gushed over how much she loved her new artwork. 

Noah put some cream on the area, then a bandage. He explained again how to care for the tattoo as it healed, then stripped his black vinyl gloves off and took my credit card to the front of the store to run it.

When he was gone, Amy stood up and grabbed a paper towel from the sink to wipe the damp spot on the bench she had been sitting on. She looked at me and Jamal and whispered, "I got wet while he was tattooing me. You guys need to get me back to Jamal's apartment, stat."

When Noah came back and handed me the credit slip, I added a 30% tip and thanked him for the great job he had done. He suggested that I come back and get my own tattoo, and I told him I would do that.

Amy gave Noah a hug and a kiss on the lips, which seemed to surprise him, then she led us outside into the warm night. Once we were outside, Amy bounced on her toes with excitement, and kissed first me, then Jamal. 

Her kiss with Jamal transitioned from a celebration to something more sexual, and I looked around nervously to see if we were creating a scene. There were a few other people on the street, but no one seemed to be shocked by Amy and Jamal's behavior.

Amy broke the kiss and said, "You guys drove me crazy in there, sitting in front of me with your big erections while Noah was working on me. I can't walk all the way back to the apartment in my current state."

She looked around, then pulled Jamal into an alley next to the shop as I followed them nervously. Amy led Jamal deep enough into the alley to be in partial darkness, then crouched down to undo Jamal's pants. I stood between Amy and the opening to the street in an attempt to block the view of any passers-by as Amy bobbed her head up and down on his cock.

Once Amy had him hard, She stood up and turned to brace herself against the wall. 

Jamal lifted her dress, then pulled her thong down and helped her step out of it. He handed it to me and paused, waiting for me to react. I looked back at the street nervously, then told him to go ahead.

Jamal lifted the back of her dress, and pushed inside of her. Amy moaned, and I reacted by putting my hand with the damp thong in it over her mouth to quiet her. 

Amy pulled my hand away and whispered, "Why don't you use your cock to keep me quiet instead?''

I was still nervous, but too carried away with lust to care if someone caught us. I opened my fly and pulled out my erection, as Amy and Jamal repositioned themselves to allow her to bend at the waist and reach me.

Amy had to keep her hands on my hips to support herself, and I reached under her to play with her tits and help hold her up. She took my cock deep in her mouth, until her forehead was pressed to my stomach.

Jamal was thrusting into her vigorously, and using his hands on her hips for leverage. I had a great view, albeit somewhat dim from the faint light in the alley, of Jamal's cock sliding in and out of her between the cheeks of her butt.

The whole scene was crazy, with the three of us just twenty yards from a busy street as we double teamed Amy. Jamal announced that he was going to cum, and Amy moved one of her hands to play with her clit as he continued to pound her from behind. Amy groaned, letting me know that she felt him cuming inside of her, and that caused me to orgasm in Amy's mouth.

Jamal kept fucking her from behind, even as my cock began to soften in Amy's mouth. She released me and whispered, "Oh fuck that feels good."

I crouched down so my face was level with hers, and she put her hands on my shoulders. I said, "You need to come soon before we get caught, you sexy little tattooed slut."

She moaned, "I've been coming continuously since Jamal entered me, but I feel a big one coming on now." She dug her nails into my shoulder as she came, and I put my mouth over hers in a kiss to keep her from screaming as she rode out her orgasm.

Jamal slowed down and said, "I think we better finish this back at my place, if you think you can make it there now, Amy."

We all laughed at the joke, and began to make ourselves presentable. I offered Amy her thong, but she said she would just make a mess of it if she put it on, since Jamal's load was running down her leg. She lifted her dress and used her hand to wipe her thighs, then she held it out to me and asked, "Want to help me clean up?"

I smiled and pulled her fingers into my mouth, sucking and licking them clean. I reached down and scooped my fingers between her pussy lips, then brought them to her mouth. She cleaned them off, then gave me a big kiss.

Jamal reminded us that he had a nice, soft, king sized bed in his condo, and we made our way back there without further incident. The rest of the night was spent with Jamal and I thinking up new ways to have sex with Amy without putting her on her sore back. It turned out that there were a lot of options. and Amy and I ended up spending the night with Jamal. 




Sweet Ass Pt. 05



It was the first time I slept with Amy and another man in the same bed. Amy slept in the center, on her stomach, with Jamal and I on either side of her. I woke up to a warm mouth around my hard cock, and found Amy on her side with her head on laying on my stomach and Jamal fucking her gently in the spoon position.

After we finished, Jamal made breakfast as I helped Amy take off her bandage in the shower and clean her tattoo. When we got out, Jamal had bacon and eggs ready for us.

"I forgot to tell you last night, I heard back from Patrick and Annette. They want to meet you next week." Jamal told us as we sat on stools at the serving bar in his kitchen.

I remembered that Patrick and Annette were the couple that hosted swinger parties that Jamal had attended. I looked at Amy, and she smiled and raised her eyebrows.

"Are we ready for that?" she asked.

I asked Jamal when the next party was.

"Two weeks." He replied.

"Are you planning to attend if we don't?" Amy asked him jealously.

Jamal smiled, "Don't hate the player, baby girl."

That caused Amy to grin and stick her tongue out at him.

"How about if we meet them to get some more information?" I suggested.

Jamal said, "That's a good idea. I think you will like them. They are a really cool couple."

Amy wanted to know what they were like, so Jamal gave us a description. He said they were older than us, early forties he guessed. He described Patrick was an outdoorsy kind of guy with a fondness for cigars. Annette was athletic and lean, with short, dark hair and a killer smile. He added that he never met any woman who loved sex as much as Annette did.

Amy said, "You mean other than me, don't you?"

Jamal smiled, "I reserve judgement until I see you take on ten guys in one night."

Amy's jaw dropped open, and she asked, "You don't mean she fucked all ten of them?"

Jamal nodded, and added, "Some of them twice."

Amy looked at me nervously, and I told her, "I am sure you don't have to do any more than you are comfortable with. If Annette has that kind of stamina, you probably won't be expected to match her on your first outing."

"He's right," Jamal said. "Nobody who goes to these parties has to do anything they don't want to."

Amy shivered, and said she would leave it up to me, but she was game. I got Patrick's phone number from Jamal, and we made our goodbyes. When we got home, I called the number.

"Hi, this is Randy. I am a friend of Jamal's." I said to the man who answered.

"Oh yeah, hi Randy. Jamal told me about you and your wife. Her name is Amy, isn't it?"

"Yeah. Listen, she and I would like to meet you and Annette this week to talk to you about attending one of your parties."

"Sure, that sounds good." Patrick replied. We made arrangements to meet Wednesday night at a downtown restaurant, and I told him we were looking forward to it.

Amy was listening to my side of the conversation, and she gave me a hug after I hung up.

"I am so excited!" she told me. I felt excited too, and wondered what was in store for us if we followed through and went to the party.

Chapter 21

Amy and I were waiting nervously at the bar on Wednesday night. We were so anxious about meeting Patrick and Annette that we got to the meeting place 20 minutes early, then decided to have a drink to calm our nerves.

"This is worse that waiting for a job interview." Amy said as she sipped her wine.

I agreed, and kept my eye on the door. At five minutes before the agreed upon time, a couple came in that matched Jamal's description. I had given the hostess their names and asked her to send them to the bar when they arrived. She pointed in our direction, and I waved to catch their attention.

I was struck by how relaxed and confident they appeared as they approached us. Annette was holding Patrick's hand, but let it go to greet Amy and I with a hug and a kiss on the lips, as though we were old friends.

I shook Patrick's hand and tried to return his confident grin. He turned to Amy and gave her a hug and kiss in greeting as well.

We decided to take a booth so we could have some privacy as we talked. I signalled the waitress to bring Amy and I a second round, along with drinks for Patrick and Annette.

Once we were seated, we got into a mundane discussion about the warm weather, and I had a chance to get a better look at our new friends. Patrick was a handsome guy with an air of success and worldliness about him. Amy told me she didn't know him from the hospital, but there were so many doctors and professionals working there that was not unusual.

Annette was just as Jamal had described. She had short brown hair, a wide smile, pretty face and a long graceful neck. Her gaze was direct, and I had a hard time maintaining eye contact with her, as she appeared to be evaluating me as well.

She was the one who finally broke the ice by saying, "Jamal tells us you might be interested in participating in one of our gangbangs." then she calmly took a sip of her drink.

Amy choked on her wine, then blushed as we all chuckled. I jumped in and replied, "We started swinging just a few months ago. Jamal is only Amy's second lover."

Amy smirked and said, "I think you are forgetting one."

I was momentarily confused, then remembered Carol. "Right, sorry. Amy also had her first female lover since we started."

Annette smiled, "Wow, you guys are getting into this quickly. I am impressed. How about you, Randy?"

"I participate with Amy when she sees Jamal, and I have been with two other women."

Amy's smile faltered, and Annette picked up on it.

"How do you feel about Randy being with other women, Amy?"

Amy sighed, and admitted, "I am getting used to it, but I struggle a little bit. I am less secure about this than Randy is. I think where he gets a thrill out of the danger of letting me be intimate with other guys, I only feel anxiety when he is with another girl. It wasn't bad when we shared the experience with his first lover, but the second girl he was with was younger and prettier, and it was really hard for me."

"Younger yes, prettier no." I protested. I was grateful to Amy that she didn't say that I also had sex with Alex before I got her approval. I still felt like an ass for doing that.

"It doesn't sound to me like you have anything to worry about. Randy seems totally smitten with you." Annette said, as Patrick nodded in agreement.

I reached out across the table and took Amy's hand.

"If we participate, is it okay if Amy is the only one who gets involved with other people?" I asked.

Annette and Patrick exchanged a look with each other, and Patrick said, "No one has to do anything they don't want to at our parties. I think it would be a shame if Amy is the only one to enjoy the full experience of living out her fantasies, though."

Amy smiled nervously. "I didn't tell Randy to ask you that. I think once we get into it, I will be okay with pretty much anything that happens. When I get horny, my inhibitions tend to go out the window." she said, blushing. I was reminded of the previous weekend with her and Jamal in the alley, and smiled.

Annette said, "Let me tell you what to expect, then you can both decide if you really want to do this. There will be about ten guys at our next party, and you would be the only other girl besides me. Since you are both new to this, if it will make you more comfortable, I will promise to only initiate activities with Randy that you agree to in advance, Amy. 

The guys are all men that we know well, and all of them have been to at least one of our parties before. They will tell you what they want to do with you before they start, but you have to tell them no if you are not interested. If you say no, they will stop. There is absolutely no forced sex allowed. You shouldn't feel bad or hesitate to stop a guy if you don't want him to do something. I do it all the time, and there are no hard feelings, or the guy doesn't get invited back. Ever." she emphasized.

"Of course, the same thing goes for you. You can ask a guy to fuck you, go down on you, or anything else, but if he says no, you move on. You also decide if you want him to wear a condom. We are pretty careful about the guys who participate in our parties, so I do most of them bareback, but it's completely up to you.

If you get tired, or have had enough, you are free to stop and just watch, or go take a shower, whatever." she said.

She stopped, and waited to see if we had any questions.

"Have you really done ten guys in one night?" Amy blurted out.

Annette and Patrick both chuckled, and she said, "That's a good average for me. I think I did thirteen guys one time, didn't I honey?"

Patrick nodded and smiled, "That was an amazing night, for sure."

Amy and I stared at them with open mouths. I finally recovered enough to ask where the parties were held, how long they lasted, and other mundane questions. Patrick and Annette answered them all, then Patrick looked at his watch.

I offered to buy them dinner, but Patrick explained that they had to be going. They had another engagement that they needed to get to. Amy and I thanked them, and they said to let them know if we were interested in the party they were having the following Saturday. Amy remembered Jamal and said that she wanted him to be there too, if that was okay.

Annette smiled and said, "The more the merrier."

After they left, Amy and I discussed the offer.

"Do you want to see me try to take on ten other guys?" she asked me with her hand discretely on my crotch under the table. My cock lurched at the idea and she laughed, "I'll take that as a yes."

"How about you?" I asked her. "Are you still up for this?"

Amy took a deep breath, and shivered slightly as goosebumps appeared on her arms. "I have never been so scared and excited by anything in my life." she admitted. "I would be meeting all but three of you guys for the first time, and then letting you do the most personal and intimate things to me. I bet that turns you on too, huh?"

I was so excited that I leaned over and kissed her, slipping my tongue between her lips. She returned the kiss for a minute then pushed me away.

"Why did you ask Annette about you not participating with other women?" she asked me. "You made me sound selfish and insecure."

"I didn't mean to give that impression." I explained. "I just want you to have an opportunity to do this, even if you are not comfortable with me getting involved with other women. I will get my pleasure out of watching you with the other guys."

"Do you find Annette attractive?" Amy asked me. 

"Gosh, yes." I admitted.

"I think I am totally fine with you being with her." Amy said. "She is so matter of fact about sex that I don't have any concern that she might be after you. I think she is kind of hot, too. I don't know what it is since I was with Carol, but I actually find myself evaluating other women sexually now."

This surprised me, and also made me hopeful. "Would you initiate something with Annette at the party?" I asked.

"Maybe." Amy said. "Probably, actually. There is something about her that is such a turn on. I feel like I need to see if I can match her sexually. She didn't say if she also does the other girls at the party, but I can't imagine someone as sexual as her not also being bi."

We were both quiet for a few minutes, then I asked Amy, "How long do I need to wait to call them and accept the invitation?" 

She laughed and gave me hug. We paid the tab and hustled home to talk more about our fantasies as we fucked each other like teenagers. After we were done, Amy called Jamal and told him our plans. She put him on the speaker so I could hear, too.

"You need to be ready for this, baby girl. The guys at those parties are all experienced bulls. They will tear up that pretty pussy of yours." he warned her.

"I think Amy's actually counting on that." I told him, as he chuckled.

"Randy and I will watch out for you." Jamal assured Amy. "You are going to have the time of your life."

"I know I will be okay with you guys there." Amy said. "I trust Patrick and Annette, too. They seem like very caring people."

We told Jamal we would let him know when we were confirmed to attend, then hung up.

I called Patrick from work the next day and told him we were very excited to be invited to his party, and wanted to attend. He took my email address, and said he would send details for the event shortly. Once I received the invitation, I made a call to Amy at work and let her know we were included. 

That night at our yoga class, Amy had to tell Carol about our meeting with Annette and Patrick, and our plans for the following weekend. Carol listened with an expression of awe as Amy recounted our discussion with our new friends. Then Amy showed off her new tattoo, which she displayed conspicuously with a short, tight cropped top.

Carol was almost as excited as Amy, and told us that she spent the previous weekend alone with Brad at his family's cabin on a lake. She said they must have had sex ten times, and she could barely walk when she went to work on Monday.

Amy congratulated her and said, "I am so glad for you. I guess that means that Randy and I will have to look for another girl to take care of Randy when I have a date."

Carol smiled, and said, "Maybe, maybe not. I need to talk to you more about that later," as the instructor started the class.

Carol winked at Amy, and we turned our attention to the instructor. While we were posing, I looked around the room. Eric had not been to class since the incident at Ophelia's. I talked to Kevin about it after the Tuesday session, and he told me that Eric was afraid of what I might do when I saw him.

I had talked to Amy about it and decided to tell Kevin to give Eric a message that he didn't need to worry about me, but I did expect him to apologize to Amy.

That left the issue of Alex to deal with. Amy had ignored her during the class on Tuesday, though I saw Alex looking our way several times. I felt bad that Amy was upset with her, but I didn't have any idea of how to broach the topic of Alex with Amy.

That was why I was surprised when, after the class, Amy went to Alex and said something to her. I wasn't close enough to hear, but at first Alex looked wary, then she nodded cautiously, and then Amy hugged her, creating a look of confusion on Alex's face.

When Amy came back, I asked her if everything was okay. She smiled and said she had apologized to Alex for yelling at her, and told her she still wanted to be friends. Then she poked me in the chest and said I wasn't allowed to be alone with Alex anymore, but she might consider a double date with her and Jamal.

I was staggered by the implications. A foursome with Alex?

Amy seemed to read my mind, and said, "It seems that Jamal was very taken with her during his brief meeting with Alex the other night. Now both of my guys have the hots for the same girl."

"And you are actually entertaining the idea of including her in a foursome?" I asked incredulously.

"What is the line from the Godfather? Keep your friends close and your enemies closer?" Amy said, laughing. "Actually, I am taking you at your word. If you can allow Alex to be with Jamal, then I don't think I have anything to worry about where you are concerned. Jamal, on the other hand, is a different story. Under the circumstances I can't prevent him from seeing other women, but if I can influence who he sees, and be there when it happens, I can keep some level of control over him."

I had to admire Amy's frankness and her common sense. She was becoming very practical where sex was concerned.

After the class we went to our favorite watering hole with Carol, and she told us that she was becoming much more intimate with Brad. She even felt comfortable enough to tell him that she had been in a threesome with Amy and I.

"How did he react to that?" Amy wanted to know.

Carol giggled, "He got it up a third time in the same night when I described you going down on me that first time."

"It sounds like Brad is pretty taken with you, too" I observed.

Carol sighed, "Yeah, he is. He wants us to be exclusive with each other, though."

"Is that a problem?" Amy asked.

"I just don't know if I want to be tied down with one guy right now. I think my relationship with you two has opened my eyes to possibilities that I never considered before." Carol explained. "That's why I said you guys might be able to help me out. Maybe we could get together some time and you could talk to him about your relationship? I need to see if he is open to a similar arrangement for us."

I looked at Amy and shrugged, "Sure, that sounds good to me."

Amy nodded to indicate her agreement, then she waved to someone behind me. I turned, and saw Alex walking towards us.

"Hi," Alex said meekly.

Amy greeted her with a hug, then looked at me and tilted her head towards Alex. I gave Alex a hug and a peck on the lips in greeting. Even Carol got into the action with a quick hello hug.

Alex still seemed ill at ease, but appeared to relax as Amy asked her about her graduate classes and plans for the summer. Alex said she was going to the Caribbean with some friends in a few weeks, and that prompted Amy to ask her about how to protect her new tattoo from sun exposure. 

Alex wanted to see Amy's tattoo, so Amy turned and raised the back of her shirt. Alex admired the artistry, and asked Amy if the image had a special meaning. 

Amy turned back to her and said, "It symbolizes how I feel about Randy's love for me. He set me free to explore my sexuality. I gave him the same gift."

Alex nodded, but her nervousness was back.

"You don't need to feel bad about the other night with Randy," Amy explained to her, "in fact, we wondered if you would like to go out with us some time?"

"You and Randy?" Alex asked with wide eyes.

"Sure. We could invite Jamal to join us too, if that interests you." Amy offered.

"Uh, let me think about it." Alex stammered, overwhelmed by the implications of Amy's offer.

Amy tried to reassure her by saying, "If you are worried that we will drag you to some dungeon, tie you up and ravish you, don't be. We can just have drinks and dinner sometime to get to know each other. You can decide if you want to go any further after that."

Alex breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "That sounds nice. I would like to get to know you guys better."

The girls got back on the topic of summer vacations, and my attention to the discussion drifted as I looked at the three of them. I marvelled at my ridiculous good fortune at having a wife like Amy, who gave me the opportunity to enjoy the feminine charms of two other beautiful women. How did I get so lucky, I wondered?

When we got home that night I told Amy how happy she made me.

She hugged me tight and said, "Just remember that next weekend, when a bunch of strangers are fucking me six ways from Sunday. I still worry that you will realize what a slut you are married to and become disgusted with me."

I lifted her chin with my finger and stared into her worried eyes. "I don't care what you do, you could never break my love for you. As for being a slut, you know that only makes me want you more."

That got a smile out of her, and we went to bed shortly afterwards. 

That night I dreamed that Amy and I were stranded on a desert island. A wooden ship flying the Jolly Roger flag appeared on the horizon one day, and approached our lonely outpost. Amy and I jumped up and down and waved at the ship. As it drew near, it veered towards us and a boat was lowered. 

A man stood in the middle of the dory, as six other crewmen rowed it to the beach. When it landed, the seven pirates got out and strode towards us. The man who was standing identified himself as the captain of the ship.




Sweet Ass Pt. 05



"Thank heavens you found us," I said. "We've been here for months and were giving up hope of being rescued."

"Not so fast," replied the captain. "We're pirates, so we are not bound by the code of the seas to offer assistance to others. What have you got to pay us with if we grant you passage?"

I looked at Amy and she said, "We lost everything when our boat sank. We don't have anything other than the rags of clothing on our backs."

The captain squinted at her and said, "Aye, that's a start, I guess."

I was confused, but Amy seemed to understand his meaning. She slipped the peasant blouse off of her shoulders revealing her breasts. Then she pushed the tattered hoop skirt she was wearing down to the ground. The crewmen mumbled excitedly to one another in appreciation of her beauty.

"Yer clothes aren't worth much though, lassie. You'll have to be of service to me and me crew if you want to sail with us." the captain told her. Then he led her over to the dory and pushed her down across the bow. 

Amy looked back at him and smiled as he fished his cock out of his trousers. He took her roughly, and once he was done, the other six men lined up behind her and took a turn. I watched in amazement as Amy cried out repeatedly with pleasure during the onslaught.

When the men finished, Amy turned to the captain and said, "Now that I pleasured you and your crew, will you take us home?"

The captain laughed and replied, "Lassie, there's 42 more seamen on board that ship. You still have some work to do."

With that, he had his men help my naked wife onto the boat, then he stepped in and they began rowing back to the ship.

Amy stood next to the captain, with her arm around his waist and called out, "Don't worry baby, I will come back for you," but once they were all on the ship it began to weigh anchor.

I yelled, "Wait, don't leave me here," as I ran into the surf, but the ship's bell sounded signalling its departure. That's when I woke up and turned off the ringing alarm clock.

Chapter 22

The following week was full of activity for Amy as she got ready for the gangbang. She got a Brazilian wax, had her hair and nails done, and we experimented with her toys several times to get her more relaxed and comfortable with anal play.

By Saturday morning, we were both nervous wrecks. About noon, I got a call from Annette. She said she just wanted to confirm our attendance and reassure us that we were totally in control of anything that might happen at the party. She asked to speak directly to Amy too, so I handed her my phone.

Amy listened as Annette reassured her, then Annette asked her what she was comfortable with letting her do with me sexually. 

Amy told her that she was fine with anything that I wanted to do, and that Annette should go for it, because I found her very attractive.

We grinned at each other as Annette replied that she was looking forward to playing with both of us later too. 

After the call, Amy gave herself an enema with the bulb syringe and then we showered. We were both turned on, but kept our hands to ourselves so we could save our energy for the party. I dressed in jeans and a tee shirt (no need to wear anything fancy if it was going to come off right away) while Amy debated the merits different lingerie. I finally convinced her that she wasn't going to have it on long enough to matter, so she went with a simple camisole and thong with thigh high stockings under a tee shirt and plaid mini skirt. She looked so cute with the tops of the white stockings showing her tanned thighs below the hem of her skirt, and her fresh face framed with blond curls. We packed a bag with condoms, lube and a change of clothes, just in case.

We had arranged to pick up Jamal on the way to the party, so we drove to his condo and pulled to the curb to let him in. He directed us to the house where the party was going to be held using the GPS on his cell phone.

It was in a residential neighborhood of upper middle class homes outside of the city. There were a few cars in the driveway, and more parked along the street. We found a spot on the street to park, and I turned to look at Amy.

"Are you ready?"

Amy gave me a nervous smile, and nodded.

We got out and walked up the driveway to the front door.

Jamal took the lead, and knocked on the door. Patrick opened it and greeted us all with a big smile and hearty hello. We were ushered into the house, and through to a large open family room in the back. 

Annette was there along with seven other guys. Everyone was still fully clothed, and a couple of guys were drinking beer. Patrick offered us beer or wine, and Amy laughingly asked him if he had anything stronger. He smiled and said he could make her a drink, but warned her against getting too tipsy, out of concern for her ability to consent to things later. I asked Jamal why most of the guys were not drinking, and he said they were probably worried about the alcohol affecting their ability to perform.

Amy and I ended up with a glass of wine, and Jamal had a light beer while Annette greeted us warmly and introduced us to the group. The guys were quite a mix based on race and age. Jamal and another black guy named Derick appeared to be the youngest, and then there were three guys in their thirties, Patrick and two other guys were in their forties, and one guy with gray hair who was over fifty. Three of the guys were black, two asian, and one was hispanic. 

The guys were all very courteous and friendly, and I could see them stealing appreciative glances at Amy as we talked and got to know them. Amy became more relaxed and animated as we talked to them, becoming comfortable with her new friends who would soon be much more than that.

The other thing that struck me about the group was that there was not much talk of sex as we chatted with them. Only once or twice did guys make any overtly sexual remarks, and never were they referring to Amy or Annette. It was mostly talk about work, sports and family. Three other guys besides me and Patrick had wedding rings on.

One more guy joined the group after us, and then Annette announced that everyone was there, and suggested we move to the play room. We followed her down a hallway to a large room that had a sliding door leading to a ground floor outdoor patio. There was a pool table, and a pingpong table folded up against the wall, suggesting that this was actually a game room. Two queen sized beds had been put next to each other in the middle of the floor to accommodate the day's intended use.

Patrick reminded everyone that no pictures or video were allowed during the party, and that there were condoms next to the beds for the guys to use. He jokingly added that he remembered to buy the Magnums for Derick this time.

Annette came over and asked Amy how she was doing. Amy smiled and said she was nervous, but excited. Annette told her she had some Astroglide tucked under the pillows on the beds, and there were a stack of towels available if Amy needed to clean up at any point. 

Then she said, "The guys are going to love those white stockings you have on, but they will probably get ruined if you wear them during the party. I'll get things started and you join in when you are ready," and moved to the group of guys standing by the beds.

She wrapped her arms around Patrick and they began kissing. The other guys waited patiently, until Patrick turned Annette towards them and then lifted her shirt over her head. Annette unbuttoned her shorts and pushed them down, leaving her in just a matching navy blue bra and panty set. Two guys stepped forward and one kissed Annette as the other took off her bra and pulled down the panties. Several of the guys, including Patrick, were taking off their clothes.

The thought of Patrick sharing his wife with these guys was starting to get to me. I looked at Amy and saw her attention was riveted to what was happening to Annette. Jamal looked at Amy and asked, "Do you want me to take you first?" 

Amy didn't even look at me before she nodded and wrapped her Arms around Jamal to kiss him. As they were kissing, I stepped behind Amy and took off her plaid mini skirt. Jamal pulled the tee shirt over her head, and she was standing between us in just her thong and camisole, with thigh high stockings and a pair of Candies platform sandals on her feet. She looked young and innocent as Jamal resumed kissing her and put his hands on her ass to pull her crotch against his. I noticed that Amy's thighs were damp at the top. She wouldn't be needing any additional lube for a while.

Amy broke the kiss, and slid down Jamal's body so she could take his shorts off. As she pulled them down, his erection sprang up in her face and she giggled. He took his shirt off as she removed his sandals. He pulled her up with his hands under her armpits, and lifted her off the floor. She wrapped her legs around his torso, losing one of her sandals, and they resumed kissing. She kicked the other sandal off and hooked her heels above his butt.

I realized that I was the only guy left who was still fully dressed. A couple of guys still had on undershorts, and one guy was still in his tee shirt. The rest were naked, and most of them were casually stroking themselves as they watched the action. I started taking off my clothes.

Jamal turned to the bed and gently laid Amy down on it, climbing on top of her. Annette was on her knees and alternating between the two guys' cocks that she was sucking on. When they were hard, she crawled onto the other bed, and one guy removed her panties and got between her legs as she pulled the other guy's cock to her mouth.

Amy kissed Jamal and tried to wriggle out of her thong at the same time. I reached down and helped her with it, and she smiled at me in gratitude. She looked back to Jamal as he pushed his cock into her, and wrapped her arms around his neck. He began to slowly thrust into her.

The guys who weren't directly involved with the girls stood around the perimeter or sat on the edge of the bed and watched. Amy had several guys, including Derick, watching her. At that point I noticed that Derick was stroking the largest erection I had ever seen in real life. In fact, he was as big as anything I had ever seen in a porn film. This must be the guy that Jamal told us about with the fourteen inch cock! Amy looked away from Jamal and noticed him about the same time that I did, and her eyes grew wide. Another guy asked Amy if she would suck his cock, and she nodded, asking Jamal to let her get into doggy position so the other guy could kneel in front of her.

I moved around the bed and stood next to Derick. He told me my wife was gorgeous, and I thanked him for the compliment.

"Why are you waiting to get into the action?" I asked him. "I would think you would be the star of this party, and the most in demand."

He gave me a rueful smile, and said, "I usually wait for the girls to get warmed up first. If they don't run away screaming when they first see my cock, they still need to be loosened up in order to take it without pain."

I nodded, and told him, "Amy is becoming something of a size queen, so she will probably want to take you on later." Then I took another look at his cock and added, "Take it easy on her, okay?"

He jokingly assured me that he hadn't killed anyone with it yet.

Annette moaned around the cock in her mouth as she came for the first time. The guy she was blowing said he was ready to come, and she pulled him out of her mouth and stroked him until he came on her face and neck as she smiled up at him. 

The guy between her legs pulled out, and was replaced by another guy who she nodded to. I noticed several times during the party that men would fuck the girls for five or ten minutes, and then pull out without coming. Sometimes they were getting soft, but mostly it seemed like they wanted to avoid coming too soon and ending the party for themselves.

I turned my attention back to Amy and watched Jamal continue to rail her. The guy in her mouth pulled out and another guy stepped in front of her with his hardon pointed at her. She reached out and pulled him closer so she could suck him.

Jamal said quietly to Amy, "I'm about to cum, baby girl." She reached back with her left hand and grabbed his hand that was holding her hip. Jamal's orgasm triggered hers, and the cock in her mouth was momentarily forgotten as Amy shouted, "Yeah, baby. That feels so good."

Annette was now riding a guy, and another one was lining up behind her to join the action. I moved to the bottom of the bed and watched as the second guy entered her ass. The view from between her legs was amazing, and the guy in her pussy was on the large side. Annette was thin, like Amy, and it was the first time I had watched a woman that size receive a DP (though Jamal and I had done the same thing with Amy.) I moved to the side so I could see Annette's reaction, and she had her eyes half closed, concentrating on the stimulation she was receiving. She opened her eyes and met mine, and motioned for me to come closer.

"May I suck your cock?" she asked, formally. 

I smiled in response and moved into position. Her hot mouth engulfed me and she sucked me in deep as she played with my balls. 

I looked to Amy, and she now had a different guy in both her pussy and her mouth. She was watching me out of the corner of her eye, and I said to her, "How is my sexy little slut doing?"

She must have enjoyed being called a slut in front of the other guys, because her eyes rolled back and she appeared to lose herself in another orgasm. The guy in her mouth started to cum, and her eyes flew open, making me realize he wasn't wearing a condom. She tried to swallow as he came, but it was his first load, and it leaked out the corners of her mouth.

That was too much for me, and I looked to Annette to tell her I was about to cum, but she sensed it and pulled me out to add my spunk to what was already on her face. I realized that she was a bukkake fan as I added my sperm to what was already on her.

She smiled at me and said, "Thanks, Randy! That was quite a load. Now give me a kiss.''

I knew that not all of the semen on and around her lips was mine, but it turned me on that she was demanding a kiss, so I met her lips with mine and we tongue wrestled for a minute or so.

When I broke the kiss, Amy was watching me and she said with a grin, "I need a kiss too, baby."

I moved over and another man took my place in front of Annette. Amy asked the guy fucking her to lay down so she could get on top. He pulled out and laid on his back. He had a long, thin cock that Amy had to reach down and grab to position it so she could sink onto it. I leaned forward so I could kiss Amy, and she wrapped an arm around my neck as the guy continued to fuck her from below. 

When I kissed her, I could taste the remnants from the guy who came in her mouth, and it turned me on. Amy gasped as we parted, and whispered, "Thank you so much for letting me do this. It's freaking amazing! I must have cum five times already."

I replied, "Thank you for making my fantasy come true. Speaking of fantasies, I think Derick want's to take a turn with you."

Amy looked around for Derick, and we realized that Annette had changed positions on her bed, and Derick was between her legs, lining up the meanest erection I had ever seen with her tiny pussy.

Amy whispered to me, "If she can take it, I will try. She can't be any bigger than me on the inside."

It seemed like everyone in the room had stopped what they were doing to watch the spectacle. Even the guy under Amy stopped thrusting up into her as we waited to see what would happen.

Derick rubbed the head of his cock up and down Annette's pussy lips, and then tapped her clit with it. She laughed and grabbed his cock with both hands, leaving a good eight inches exposed, and said, "Stop fucking around and start fucking."

We chuckled as he slid the first six inches into her. Annette was still grinning at him, though her pussy appeared painfully stretched to accommodate his girth. Derick slowed down, and pushed and pulled slowly to work another three inches into her. Annette finally put her hand on his stomach to signal that he shouldn't go any further.

They settled into a rhythm, and Annette kissed Derick passionately with her legs spread wide as he worked about twelve inches of his monster cock in and out of her. Amy and her lovers resumed their activities.

Amy had guy number five for the day in her mouth and peered at his face as I watched her with admiration, lust and some angst deep in the back of my mind. She lost herself in the experience of blowing a handsome guy about her age who she only met an hour before, and I started to feel my cock stir again as I looked on. 

"Do you do DP?" the guy in her mouth asked her.

She nodded without taking him out of her mouth, but the hand she had around the base of his cock moved more rapidly, indicating her excitement with the idea. He pulled out of her mouth and leaned down to kiss her as she continued to stroke him. 

Then he moved behind her and straddled the legs of the guy below her, rubbing his cock in anticipation. Amy searched under the pillows with her hand until she found the bottle of lube, then handed it back to him, saying, "Use some of this."

I watched him squirt some lube in his hand, then smear it all over his cock, before leaning forward and pressing against Amy's anus. She stopped moving on the guy below her so that her new lover could get inside of her. When he succeeded, she drew a sharp breath then groaned, "Oh yeah, that feels so good. Let me get used to it for a minute."

Amy slowly moved back and forth on the two cocks that were filling her, acclimating to being stretched to capacity. She was biting her bottom lip with her eyes closed for the first few strokes, then her mouth fell open, and she moaned, "fuck me hard."

She dropped her head against the shoulder of the guy beneath her and maintained her position as they thrust into her. She had both men's hands on her hips, holding her in place as they did the work. 

Amy's first DP with me and Jamal had been a slow, careful experience. She was now being used roughly by two guys at the same time. She started wailing as the intensity of the feelings overcame her, and she had a loud orgasm as the guys picked up the pace even further, spurred on by her vocalizations.

Her head came up and she stared at me as her orgasm rolled through her, apparently continuing in waves as the guys continued to pound her from above and below. The guy in her pussy came first, and she locked her mouth over his as she felt him spurt inside of her. He stopped moving but stayed inside her as the man in her ass continued to thrust into her deeply.

He suddenly stopped, and pushed deeply into her butt as he came. He pulled out and stroked his cock, sending two more spurts of cum across her ass, landing on her tattoo. Amy looked back and smiled at him as he caught his breath and returned her grin.

She turned her head to me and I asked her, "How are you feeling baby?"

"Thoroughly fucked." she replied as the guys around her chuckled. She crawled off the bed and announced, "I need to take a break."

I pulled her into my arms as she stood up, and gave her a deep, affectionate kiss. We watched with our arms around each other as Annette came hard while Derick continued to give her almost all of his incredible cock in the missionary position. She looked at him and said, "I want to feel you cum inside me, hon."

He moved his arms behind her knees and pulled her ankles up to his shoulders. Annette smiled, and rubbed a foot against Derick's cheek, which caused him to close his eyes and turn his face towards it. I recognized the reaction of a fellow foot fetishist. 




Sweet Ass Pt. 05



Derick pulled out of Annette about halfway, and began short, rapid strokes as he let Annette rub her foot on his face. He opened his mouth to suck on her pretty toes, and as he did, his thrusts became sharp and erratic. Annette had another orgasm as Derick came inside her.

Amy was mesmerized by the sight and whispered, "That is so incredibly hot."

Jamal appeared next to Amy and she put her arm around his waist, pulling him close to her on the other side. 

Derick stopped moving inside Annette, and she pulled her ankles free from his shoulders so she could lock them around his waist. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered to him to relax. He put his arms underneath her shoulders and hugged her. She noticed Annette watching her, and said, "Don't you love the feel of a man laying on top of you after he cums in you? It's almost as good as the orgasm, itself."

After Derick caught his breath and rolled off of her, Annette took a break and grabbed a bottle of water, chugging almost half of it. She came over and spoke to Amy, and the guys milled around and chatted as the girls compared notes on the party so far as they cleaned themselves with wet wipes and towels.

"How are you doing?" Annette asked Amy.

"This is amazing! I am having a great time. Thank you so much for inviting us."

"You're welcome. I am glad you are enjoying it."

Patrick joined us, catching the end of the exchange. "You and Randy both seem to be catching on quickly. Amy, you are very popular with these guys. Several of them told me to make sure I invite them back if you ever join us again."

Amy blushed, and Annette said, "Patrick is right, you guys are naturals at this. I hope you still have some energy left, Amy. Poor Patrick has been talking about you all week, looking forward to his chance to be with you. I think he has been saving himself for you."

Amy smiled at Patrick, and stepped close to him saying, "Aren't you sweet." Then she pulled his face down to hers and kissed him. Patrick returned the kiss, as Annette smiled at the two of them. Amy took Patrick's hand and pulled him to the bed. She had him sit down, then she knelt between his legs and took him into her mouth. 

Annette remained by my side as Amy used her mouth and hands to get Patrick excited. As Amy was working on Patrick, Annette stroked my cock and gave me another passionate kiss.

Amy had Patrick hard, and she stood up so she could straddle his lap. He put his arms around her and kissed her as she ground her pussy against his erection. He whispered in her ear, and she crawled off of his lap and lay back on the mattress with her arms outstretched to him and a coy smile on her face.

Patrick climbed over her, and she reached down to guide him into her as she sought out his lips with her hungry mouth.

"Why don't we join them?" Annette suggested, and pulled me to the bed with her hand on my hard cock.

She laid down next to Amy, and helped me by positioning my cock so I could enter her. Her sex was wet and slippery as I pushed into it. We kissed, as my wife and her husband were doing the same thing next to us. 

Patrick and I exchanged a look that I interpreted as a challenge to see who could get the other's wife to orgasm first. I tried thrusting harder into Annette, while Patrick seemed to slow down, and focus on stroking Amy's face and breasts, sucking on her nipples.

Both women responded, but Amy came before Annette did. After Amy came, Annette had me turn onto my back so she could ride me. She began using her pelvic muscles to do amazing things to my cock as I struggled to hold off the inevitable. I finally gave up and came hard inside her as she smiled down at me.

I looked at Patrick, who was still stroking Amy, and watched as he whispered to Amy that he was about to cum inside her. She gave a small cry and had another orgasm as they came at the same time.

Patrick kissed Amy, and then smiled at me as he rolled off to her side. Annette asked Amy if she could go down on her and clean up Patrick's mess, and I had a moment of jealousy when Amy said yes, but only if she could return the favor. I had been hoping for a chance to go down on at least one of them to clean them up.

Annette crawled over Amy, and put her head between my wife's thighs. The two women went to work as the crowd of guys around them pressed forward to watch. After ten minutes, both women were writhing with excitement while trying to maintain their efforts at bringing the other off. It ended in a draw with both girls having strong orgasms, and moaning with their mouths clamped against the other's pussy.

Many of the guys were hard again from watching the two, including Derick, who was standing at the foot of the bed. Annette turned and gave Amy a soft kiss, then asked her if she was ready for Derick.

Amy looked at the young black man's enormous cock nervously, but nodded. Derick climbed onto the bed and crouched between Amy's legs. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit, coating it and parting her engorged labia. He pushed forward until the head entered her, and Amy gasped.

Annette turned and motioned for me to take her place on the bed next to Amy. I did, and Amy grabbed my hand, squeezing it hard. She lifted her head up and watched as Derick grasped his semi-erect penis in the middle and worked it into her. He asked if she was okay, and she gamely nodded back to him.

There was a hush in the room as everyone watched the encounter. Derick got halfway in, and Amy groaned, "Oh god, that feels so good," letting her head fall back to the bed. She sighed with relief over getting him inside her as I leaned over and kissed her.

Derick slid in and out of her slowly, and I watched her labia form a thin sheath around the shaft of his cock as he pulled out, which disappeared each time he pushed back inside her. He was getting harder as he fucked her, and the increase in girth registered with Amy, as her face displayed both lust and a touch of fear.

I was momentarily forgotten by Amy as she got into the intense pleasure she was feeling. She had her legs in the air and was rocking her pelvis as he pushed into her, trying to take him deeper. He now had at least ten inches inside of her and she was panting with exertion as she struggled to take even more in.

She came, and a wet stain spread on the sheet underneath her. He had caused her to squirt while he was still inside her! She thrashed her head from side to side as he continued his slow and deliberate fucking.

She stopped matching his thrusts, exhausted, as he showed no sign of getting tired, himself. Amy looked at me and whimpered, "This feels incredible."

Another convulsion of pleasure swept through her, and she clutched my hand hard again. Derick was watching Amy's face as he slowly stroked in and out of her. Amy pulled her knees back to spread her legs wider, and I suggested to Amy that she bring her stockinged feet together and put them on his shoulder. 

Derick immediately put his hands on her legs, rubbing and massaging the calves, then playing with her feet. Amy smiled and pointed her toes in front of his face, encouraging him to pull the soles to his nose and mouth.

Amy had an inspiration and asked, "Would you like to cum on my feet, Derick?'

The shy young man smiled and nodded. Amy pulled away from him and sat up, pulling her feet together, sole to sole, between her thighs with her heels right against her pussy, forming a beautiful target for Derick. 

He put his legs over hers and began stroking his cock. Amy was flexible enough that she could lean forward and put her mouth over the head of his cock as he worked himself to orgasm. She sensed that he was getting close, and put both of her hands around the shaft, stroking it so that he could lean back and watch. As he started to cum, she pulled her mouth off and rubbed his spurting cock between the soles of her feet. She grinned at him and complimented him on producing such a large load after having cum once already. 

Amy made him give her another kiss, then he climbed off the bed, self conscious over the attention Amy and the bystanders were giving him. Amy then kissed me and said softly, "I have quite a mess on my feet and pussy. Can you clean it up for me baby?"

It was my turn to be self conscious, knowing that the guys heard her request. I decided that if Amy was brave enough to take on these guys, I was going to man up and do what she asked to make her happy, regardless of what the guys might think of me. 

I started with her stockinged feet, licking them clean and sucking her toes through the hose. Then I moved to her pussy, where I gently stroked her with two fingers while I cleaned off the cum on her labia and then focused on her clit. Amy watched me intently during the entire process, stroking my hair with her hand to let me know she was enjoying it. Her pussy was loose and wet, and she came quickly once my lips closed on her clit.

Annette had been busy while Amy was taking on Derick. She pretty much kept three guys entertained simultaneously the entire time. I had experienced her talents, so it came as no surprise to me that she was slowly winning the war as one guy after another stepped away from the beds, signalling that they were spent.

I looked at my watch and realized we had been at it for almost three hours. Jamal and a couple of the younger guys could still manage erections, but after five minutes with one of the girls they started to fade. Annette managed to get three guys to masturbate to a near simultaneous finish, painting her face with their cum. After that, everyone threw in the towel.

The girls were given the first opportunity to use the shower in the adjoining bathroom, and we listened to them comparing notes and giggling as they cleaned up. Most of the guys got dressed and left, but a few stayed around until the girls were done, then used the bathroom themselves.

We thanked Patrick and Annette, then the three of us headed home. Amy asked to have the back seat, so she could lie down. She was asleep before we got back to the highway. Jamal and I talked about the experience, and I told him how glad I was that he was there with us. He grinned and said he hoped we could all do it again sometime.

Amy went straight to bed when we got home, even though it was early. We slept in on Sunday, and were busy with weekend chores during the day. We didn't really talk about the experience until bedtime Sunday.

"Are you okay with everything that happened yesterday?" I asked Amy. "You haven't said much about it."

She put her arms around my neck and hid her face against my shoulder. "Am I a bad person for doing that and enjoying it so much?" she asked in a quiet voice.

I tilted her concerned face up to me and said firmly, "Absolutely not. We both enjoyed it and no one did anything they didn't want to. I was proud to be your husband yesterday, and just thinking about what we did is getting me excited."

That got a smile and a kiss from her.

"How are you feeling physically from all that activity?" I asked.

"My pussy is a little sore, but my mouth feels fine." she said as she grinned and lowered her head to my lap.