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Rachel's Story

By: paris1922



Rachel had been working in her first job, after finishing school, now for four weeks; it was a summer job until she left for college. She enjoyed the work and the people there except for Mr. Falconer, the middle-aged manager of the section she worked in, who was rather stern and prone to outbursts of irritation and anger when silly mistakes were made by the girls in his office. Rachel had not been on the end of one these tirades yet, he was usually polite and helpful to her but sometimes Rachel caught him looking at her with a strange look in his eyes, when she caught him staring at her it made her blush and feel uncomfortable. Rachel was not very sexually experienced but could recognise desire and lust when she saw it in a man, she was proud of her body and kept in shape by continuing her dance classes from school. But with Mr. Falconer the intensity of his gaze and the feeling he could see her soul, and body, laid bare was very unnerving.

Then on Friday disaster struck! While inputting some data Rachel accidentally deleted some very important files, without these files there would be major problems for the office on Monday. It had not really been Rachel’s fault, she had not been fully trained on this computer program but Mr. Falconer was very angry and told Rachel she would have to work Saturday to re-input the missing files, the girls in the office offered to help but Mr. Falconer said no, Rachel must do the work herself, he would be in to supervise her. Without the other girls help Rachel knew the work would take almost all day, she was not looking forward to this as the weather forecast said Saturday would be very hot and sunny. 

Rachel woke up and cursed the fact she had to go into work but this job was important to her and she grumpily got up for a shower. The weather forecast had been right and the day promised to be hot and sunny. She put on a matching set of white bra and knickers which were quite skimpy, but nice and cool, and a lovely pale blue summer dress, which buttoned up the front. Not her usual office attire but ideal for the hot weather and going into town after work. 

When Rachel got to work there were the usual mix of people in on a Saturday morning but she and Mr. Falconer were the only people in the office, Mr. Falconer started Rachel on her recovery task and then went out to the factory floor, coming back later. The morning drifted by and at twelve o’clock one of the supervisors came into the office and told Mr. Falconer that he was the last to leave the factory floor and would lock up the factory except for this office were Rachel and Mr. Falconer were working. Mr. Falconer said he would lock up the offices once they had finished their work and said goodbye to the supervisor. Realising it was lunchtime Rachel told Mr. Falconer that if it were OK she would go for lunch; Rachel then took her lunch and went out into the brilliant sunshine. 

At the back of the factory there was a secluded area were the office girls spent their lunch breaks when the sun was shining, it give the girls privacy from the young men in the factory who would sometimes shout humorous comments and lewd remarks to them, especially when the girls hitched up their skirts to catch the sun on their legs. After eating her lunch Rachel lay on the soft grass and daydreamed about the happy future she hoped lay ahead for her. Rachel pulled up her dress to around mid thigh, the sun was very hot and she wanted to catch some sun, Rachel soon began to doze of in the hot sunshine. 

"Rachel! Are you coming back to work today? " Mr. Falconer said standing above her, " it is nearly one-thirty now". Rachel hurriedly got up and pulled her dress down, God, she thought, how long had he been there, Rachel was uncomfortable with the thought that Mr. Falconer could have seen up her dress while she was dozing. Ugh! how horrible she thought to herself. When they got back to the office and Rachel was back inputting the missing files she could feel Mr. Falconer’s eyes staring at her, again she could not help but blush and squirm under his gaze. 

At three-thirty Rachel finished and, with a quiet cheer, she began to gather her things together. "I am going now Mr. Falconer, see you Monday" Rachel said. Mr. Falconer then said in a matter of fact voice that Rachel would not be going just yet, she would have to be disciplined for the initial mistake that had caused them to come in on a Saturday morning. 

"What do you mean? Disciplined? " Rachel said.

"You have rectified your mistake but now I have decided that further punishment is in order, I am going to spank you " Mr. Falconer said in a calm, natural voice which unnerved Rachel.

"You have got to be joking! That’s not right, I will report you! " Rachel spluttered, shocked at his statement of a spanking, "you must be mad! " 

"There really is no choice, " Mr. Falconer said standing up, " I am going to spank you and then maybe fuck you". Rachel stood rooted to the spot as he approached; in her worst nightmares she had never contemplated such a scenario. Physical attacks, rape occurred late at night in bad parts of town, not in the workplace, in the middle of the afternoon.

"Put your things down and lean over the desk, Rachel" he said in a calm voice. Rachel snapped out of her shocked state and turned round and headed for the door, she had not gone two steps when Mr. Falconer grabbed her and threw her to the floor. 

"NO! " She screamed, "I will call the police! GET AWAY FROM ME! ".

"I have decided this is going to happen Rachel, how this happens, easy or hard, is up to you. Now get up and lean over that desk! " Mr. Falconer said with emotion now entering his voice as he glared at her. Rachel had been to the self-defence classes and knew the theory of how to react in these situations but this was actually happening to her and she desperately tried to think of how to get out of this. 

"Lets stop this now and we will forget about it, OK? ' Rachel said shuffling backwards on the floor, trying to create space between her and Mr. Falconer. As she moved away the skirt of her dress rode up her thighs exposing her legs and knickers, panic started to rise in Rachel’s mind as she tried to both move away and cover herself up. 

Mr. Falconer moved quickly and grabbed her and picked her up, he held her close and attempted to kiss her. Rachel screamed loudly and then Wham! Mr. Falconer hit her across the face, her scream cut short. Another slap across the face stunned Rachel; she tried to fight back and attempted to knee Mr. Falconer between the legs but he avoided the blow and punched Rachel in the stomach. This took Rachel’s breath away and she fell to the floor, gasping for air.

"FUCKING BITCH! You fucking sluts are all the same, showing of your bodies! I saw you outside, showing me your legs; you knew I was there didn’t you! ' Mr. Falconer was now breathing heavily as he stood over Rachel, his fists clenching and un-clenching, his emotions of lust, hate and anger rolling like waves across his face.

"I didn’t know you were there, please stop this, let me go home. I won’t tell anyone, I SWEAR! " Rachel said, her mind now a jumbled mess as she tried to come to terms 

with the situation she was in, her calm and sheltered life now falling apart.

He reached down and picked her up, inside a voice was screaming at her to fight and kick but Rachel did not fight, another voice in her head was telling her to survive, she would have to get through this somehow. This time when he attempted to kiss her she did not fight, but she also did not respond except she started to cry, tears rolling down her face as he assaulted her mouth with his tongue. 

"That’s better; you know you really want it. How many men have you fucked Rachel? How many men have had a taste of this? " He demanded as he reached down and placed his hand on her cunt. Rachel squirmed under his touch, his groping fingers hurting her. She was not a virgin but had only been with one boy, they had sex twice and then finished. His other hand now started to squeeze her breasts and he pressed his body against her, with a silent scream her mind registered the feel of his erect cock rubbing against her.

"Leave me alone, please" she sobbed, "this cannot be happening to me".

" Yes it fucking is, now take your dress off, quick! ' Mr. Falconer demanded releasing her and stepping back. Rachel was horrified to see that he had un-zipped his trousers and was slowly stroking his erection, his cock was bigger than the boy she had slept with and her stomach turned at the thought of the coming rape. Rachel slowly started to un-button her dress, when she had finished the buttons the dress hung like a coat around her, she did not have the will to take it right off. Mr. Falconer stood in front of her and pulled dress open and her body was revealed to him, his eyes crawling over body. "Nice tits" he crudely stated" I like your knickers; you are dressed to be fucked! " Rachel was quietly sobbing as he pulled the dress of her shoulders and it fell to the floor. 

'Have you ever sucked cock? No? You had better start now so my cock will be nice and wet; I want it to slip nice and easy in to that sweet cunt of yours. Remember no teeth or there will be trouble" Mr. Falconer said pressing on her shoulders, forcing Rachel to her knees. He put one hand on Rachel’s head and with the other hand grasped his cock and pressed it against Rachel’s lips, "OPEN UP, CUNT! " Mr. Falconer shouted. Rachel shook her head, she could not do this, and she was rewarded with a smack to the head. He pinched her nose causing her to stop breathing, her mouth opened gasping for air and he thrust his cock into her, causing her to gag as her lips closed over his member. With both hands now either side of her face Mr. Falconer proceeded to fuck her mouth, tears streaming down her lovely face, now contorted with fear and revulsion. 

"OH YEAH BITCH! TAKE IT ALL IN! YOU'RE MY LITTLE FUCKTOY NOW! " He shouted. Rachel thought someone must come and help her, save her from this, but the factory was empty, no one could hear. The Mr. Falconer she had known had now been replaced by this monster, what had happened to her life of this morning? Everything in her life was now this moment, this cock, sliding in and out of her mouth. 

With a triumphant shout of, "YES! YES! ' Mr. Falconer exploded in her mouth, spurts of cum filling her mouth, she had to swallow to stop from choking but still some escaped down her chin. Mr. Falconer pulled his wilting cock out of her mouth and pushed her away, Rachel fell to the floor and rolled into a ball, coughing and spluttering as she tried to get rid of the taste of his cock and cum. Mr. Falconer was standing watching her, one hand caressing his cock, "I am going to get undressed now, we have not finished yet. I am going to enjoy fucking your cunt and if I feel like it I may do your ass as well. Would you like that? ' Rachel looked tearfully at him and watched as he took his clothes off and folded them neatly on a desk. 

"Come here Rachel, stand next to me" Mr. Falconer said patting the desk next to him. With a last vestige of will and courage Rachel jumped up and made for the door, Mr. Falconer moved quickly and blocked the door. Rachel was confronted by him standing in front of the door, naked and with horror she noticed his cock becoming erect again. 

"Ah! Still got some spirit, that’s a good little girl! Now take your bra off and show me those delightful tits, " said Mr. Falconer with advancing towards her. Rachel retreated backwards but came an abrupt halt when she was stopped by a desk. Mr. Falconer was now standing directly in front of her, he reached out and pulled the straps of her bra down of her shoulders, he then pulled the cups of her bra down and revealed her tits, "Lovely! ' He said and lowered his mouth down onto her left breast, sucking noisily, her body responded to his assault with her nipple becoming hard and proud, he moved on to the right breast with the same result. 

"Liking this are you slut? I thought you would like it a little rough, little sluts like you are all the same, say you don’t want it but all the time craving it! ' Mr. Falconer said as he pinched and mauled her breasts. In response Rachel picked up a book she felt under her hand on the desk and swung it at Mr. Falconers head, connecting with a thud he stumbled to the floor with a cry of anger and pain. "BITCH! ' He shouted as Rachel made for the door, she was out of door and into the reception area before Mr. Falconer was up and after her. So there she was, Rachel, a 'nice and quiet' girl clad only in brief white panties, her mouth still tasting cock and cum being chased by an angry naked man with a raging erection. Rachel made it to the front entrance to the factory but she screamed when the door would not open, it was locked! Any one driving or walking by would have seen a very attractive, semi naked girl screaming and banging on the glass door before a man grabbed her and dragged her away. 

"Oh my! You have really fucked it up now! I was going to let you go after we have had our fun, now I think I will call some friends of mine to come round for a little party, are you up for a gang-fuck? ' He whispered in her ear as he pulled her away from the door. The roller-coaster ride of emotions Rachel was experiencing came to a shattering halt as the implications of what Mr. Falconer said sank into her battered mind, this was bad enough but not a gang-rape! Parts of Rachel’s mind were shutting down in shock at the what was happening to her, her calm, settled life was being torn apart by this man who only a few hours before had been an insignificant part of her life. But now he was her life, her very existence revolved around this naked man, his cock and his threat to call some friends to come and gang rape her. 

Mr. Falconer held onto her tightly and took Rachel into the office rest area and threw her down onto one of the sofas. Holding onto his head were Rachel had hit him Mr. Falconer said in a cold, calm voice "I am so going to fuck you now" and with that he reached down and tore Rachel’s panties right off, he held her panties to his face and inhaled deeply, "Ah! The sweet smell of young cunt, I love it! Shall we see if you are wet? Not that it makes a difference to me but you may prefer a wet fuck to a dry fuck" With that Mr. Falconer gripped her legs by the ankles and pulled her legs apart, Rachel’s tried to cover herself up with her hands, to hide her secret place. Mr. Falconer laughed, "If you had had such modesty when you were sunbathing this would never have happened you little cock teaser, I followed you outside when you went for lunch. You girls never see me watching, but I see you, talking about sex and the size of your boy-friends cocks. Showing of your legs and flashing your knickers! ' Mr. Falconer said gripping her ankles tight enough to hurt.

"I saw you today and when you dozed off I moved closer, looked up your skirt and saw your little white panties. I decided then to have you, to get inside those little pants of yours and fill your cunt with my cum! God I had to stop myself taking you there and then you looked so hot! But I decided to wait, let you finish your work first. If you would have let me spank you none of this would have happened. I would have kept your little knickers as a souvenir for a wank later but that would have been all, but NO! You had to fight me and say no, STUPID BITCH! ' Mr. Falconer finished his outburst practically spitting the words out. Rachel knew what was coming, she was going to be raped by this man, he was going to put his cock inside her, this was not how it was supposed to be for her!

Mr. Falconer slid his hands down her legs until he was gripping her thighs and forced her legs further apart. Her cunt was spread wide for him as with one hand he removed her hands from her pussy, and started to fondle her cunt lips with the other hand. Rachel was dry and it hurt when first one and then two fingers were pushed into her tight vagina, as a defense mechanism her body betrayed her and her vagina began to get wet and soon Mr. Falconers fingers were sliding in and out smoothly, "Fucking slut, you’re all wet! Ask me to fuck you! Beg me to fuck you! COME ON, BEG, SLUT! ' He shouted triumphantly. . All the while Rachel was sobbing and tears were running down her face, but Mr. Falconer had no pity in him, he had to fuck this girl!

Mr. Falconer put his face between Rachel’s thighs and licked her cunt from top to bottom, sucking noisily on her cunt lips and invading her with his tongue, after a few minutes he came up for air and with his face and mouth covered in Rachel’s juices he attempted to kiss her, Rachel shuddered at the taste of him and her juices as he thrust his tongue into her mouth. 

While he was kissing her she felt the full weight of his body on her, she could hardly breath. Rachel could feel his cock rubbing against her pussy and legs. He reached down and grasped his erect cock, guiding it towards Rachel’s wet cunt. Rachel let out a despairing scream as Mr. Falconer found the entrance and forced the tip of his cock into her, with her last ounces of energy she tried to push him out, push him off her. It was no use, Mr. Falconer just laughed and said, "That’s right bitch, struggle and squirm but it want help you because I am going to fuck you good! ' And with that he was fully inside her, her tight, nearly virgin cunt full of Mr. Falconer. Rachel’s legs shot out straight and her body shook with shock as his cock thrust into her, she could not look at his face and shut her eyes tight.

With his cock embedded deep inside her Mr. Falconer stopped and stared at Rachel, drinking in the sight of this young girl lying beneath him, her pretty face bruised and red from the slaps and her crying, her sexy body shaking with the sobbing she could not stop. He started to slowly slide his cock in and out, everything in his, and Rachel’s, life now focused on this moment, whatever the future held for them forgotten as their joined world, their existence, was this cock sliding in and out of this young cunt. 

Mr. Falconer’s cock thrusting into Rachel soon began to speed up, his lust for her taking over from every other thought in his mind. He was brutally fucking her with his cock, his body slamming into her with every thrust, her tits bouncing with every thrust. Mr. Falconer was saying over and over again, his voice rising as he approached climax, "Cunt, Bitch, Whore, CUNT, BITCH, WHORE! ' Then with a final massive thrust he came inside her, his cock spurting load after load of his cum inside her, filling her cunt. Rachel let out a despairing wail as she felt him cum inside her, even though he had cum he continued to thrust his cock into her, forcing his cum to leak out and run down her thighs and into the crack of her ass.

Mr. Falconer fell on top of Rachel his breathing ragged and heavy as he recovered from his climax; she lay there staring into space. Rachel felt his cock flop out of her bruised cunt as he got up. "Lick it clean" was all he said as he pushed his cum covered cock against her mouth, wiping it across her lips. When he raised his hand as if to hit her she opened and took his cock into her mouth and licked his cock clean of cum and her juices, her resistance and will completely broken. 

As Rachel lay there, cum leaking out of her abused body she heard...

"Bob? Hi, it’s me. Can you get the boys together for a party? I’ve got just the thing for our usual party games. Yeah she’s a pretty one. No not a virgin, not now anyway, HA HA! But she has got one hole that’s virgin, know what I mean? OK, OK you can have first shot at her; now hurry up with the van. Her name? Rachel. See you soon."

Rachel's Story



(I find it hard to believe how many women I've met that have lived with men that want them to sleep with other men. Maybe it's just that I don't hide that my ex-husband was obsessed with just that. Anyway I wanted to tell you Rachel's story. 

Again I'm telling her story in the first person. I did lack some of the details so I ad-libbed. I even used some of my own life experiences to fill in the gaps but I think I have expressed her real feeling about her life with her husband pretty well. Personally I love how she fulfilled her husbands greatest fantasy.)

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Lacking that perfect opening line to my story, Charles Dickens's, 'David Copperfield' comes to mind, I'll start with a bit of an introduction. My name is Rachel, I'm 32 years old. I'm just under 5'-8" tall, weight 122 lbs. I'm blonde so excuse my moments. My eyes are blue/green. I'm pretty, maybe not movie star gorgeous but men have told me I'm beautiful, women too. I know that is partly flattery but one thing I do know, when I look in a full length mirror I like what I see. I work at the way I look, so yes I'm proud of myself. I work out almost everyday, partly because of health, mostly I like the way I feel and look when I'm in shape.

I was married at 19, a virgin, sucks doesn't it, just after my freshmen year in college. Getting married wasn't what I really wanted, I was pressured by both my boyfriend and my father, being a dutiful daughter, I did as father wished. Ten months later I had my first child, a beautiful girl. Four months later I was pregnant with my second child. At that time in my life I guess I just assumed I'd be a good Christian wife, have babies, stay home and raise them. Truthfully I didn't want to get pregnant so soon after my first child, but it is what Richard, my husband, wanted. 

I had completely bought into the idea of being subservient to my husband, it was even part of our marital vows. It's the way I was brought up, my father was a born again Christian and I assumed my mother was too, she never told us differently, though thinking back I realize she didn't say much of anything about the religious part of our life, she wasn't allowed too. So you don't get the wrong idea, this wasn't some strange sect, it is a main stream Protestant Church.

Growing up my life was full of conservative, religious dogma. At home, in church, in school, even as far as the children I was allowed to play with, my father and his church controlled everything. The only person I associated with who wasn't part of the that was my half sister, Elizabeth. My father was divorced, the way he told it his ex-wife was a sinner so he had to leave her. I think if father hadn't felt so guilty about leaving his child, he wouldn't have allowed me to even see Elizabeth. Despite our age difference, five years, Liz being older, we were always very close. Even when I was little I looked forward to the weekends she'd spend with us. Summers were great because she could stay for an extended periods of time. Liz and I fought a lot about my believes and even about her mother, whom I assumed was a wicked woman. When Liz would talk about her mother it was so hard for me reconciling the woman she'd describe, warm, loving and caring, with the woman my father described. 

During my second pregnancy I became very depressed, I suppose I never really recovered from the birth of my first child. With Richard never being around to confront me, Liz seemed to be my only anchor. She kept telling me that I needed some time to myself. I needed to get out of the house and have some adult company. Finally with her encouragement I signed up for a course at the local University. Knowing that Richard disapproved of me going back to school, I decided on a bible study course, taught by a woman professor. Richard, being a born again Christian couldn't object. I was wrong he did object, not about the course, he was fine with me studying the bible. I didn't tell him a woman was teaching the class, he would never have approved of that, woman were not allowed to teach much less preach. What he did object to was having to take care of our daughter the nights I'd have class. Again Liz came to my rescue, she offered to watch my daughter those nights. With that taken care of Richard gave his approval.

Class detail aren't that important for you to know but a funny thing did happened while I was in class. The professor actually taught the bible. She even made us read it. I started to realize that most of what I'd been taught wasn't even in the bible. Or if it was, it was taken out of context. Funny how men ministers can say this part of the bible, god only means men but this part of the bible where god says men he means women also. It's even funnier, that in my church none of us were even encouraged to read the bible. Not on our own, the church didn't really want us to read it. The only time we even opened a bible was when someone was there to interpret it for us. 

That wasn't how my professor taught her class, we were encouraged to read and think. I started to realize that a lot of what I believed just wasn't true. I hate to say this now but I really believed that gay men, lesbians, abortionists, women who had abortions, liberals in general and anyone who supported these groups were going to bring the wrath of god on the rest of us. Even worse, I believed the bible insinuated that Blacks, Hispanics, Native Americans and Orientals were somehow inferior to those of us who were born Caucasian, sick isn't it.

The hardest part for me was realizing how sexist the bible really is. If you accept the bible as the word of god, and that it is not culturally biased, then I can not understand how any woman could remain a Jew, Muslim or Christian. If you assume that all three of those major religions teach the true word of God, unbiased by men, then I can not understand any woman not wanting to take the alternative to heaven, hell. Personally it just isn't very appealing to me being one of the seventy virgins serving some male martyr. Of course it is culturally biased it was written by humans, those humans happened to be all men, all living in societies that were culturally biased against women. Enough of my that sermon.

To use a phrase so often used by my fathers church the truth can set you free, and it did just that for me. My transformation was almost unbelievable, I guess part of that was because of Liz, she'd always filled me with ideas that I wasn't suppose to even hear. Outwardly, I had rejected her ideas but on the inside the idea that I really was equal to any man and I had my own life aside from the man I choose to be my partner were always part of my spirit, just a hidden part. 

After my second daughter was born I bought all new cloths, I no longer dressed like a conservative little old lady. I started to wear jeans instead of dress slacks. I even bought some really tight short, shorts. I love sweaters, the new ones I bought were tight enough to show I really was a woman. I no longer wore dresses or skirt that looked like something a little old lady would wear, replacing them with very stylish dresses and skirts, some actually quite short. I even started to wear makeup which was a no, no for me before. I became more out going, even speaking for myself in front husband. Stood up for my believes even to my father, which of course got me disowned. When men looked I stood tall and looked them in the eyes, never bowing my head avoiding their stares, as I had in my past. Those were the outward signs of my rebellion, I suppose.

Inside I felt liberated. I had a new feeling of confidence in my abilities. A new faith in my ability to choose my own course and in helping my daughters set theirs. I felt equal to any man but at the same time more feminine then I'd ever felt. Even the way I felt about my outward self changed, I no longer felt guilty that men found me sexually attractive. I actually found I liked the idea that men looked at me not only as a woman but also as a sexual being. Where before I avoided contract with men, that weren't part of my family, I now instigated that contact. I enjoyed conversing with men, I found I could talk to them as easily as I could to another woman. I now longer feared or felt shame that I was physically attracted to some men. I realized that being attracted was just part of life. I also came to the realization that I was in control of that physical attraction, even more so then the men I was attracted to. I controlled whether that attraction went past the stage of flirtation or not.

Richard of course didn't like the new me. Though surprisingly he liked the way I started to dress. He even liked the way I was more open about sex. After I started taking the pill, I wanted sex more often, something else Richard liked. I suppose I always had a strong sex drive, I'd just repressed it. It's a wonder what not feeling guilty about making love well do for your sex life. Richard didn't even seem to mind that I talked to other men, he didn't even mind it that I'd talk about the other men I'd met. What Richard didn't like was my independence, my belief that I was his equal, that he had responsibilities for the care of our daughters, that he had equal responsibilities for the care of our home, that I felt I had the same rights to an education and career that he had but I think worse of all that I had control of my own body. When I told him I was going to have my tubes tied you could have pushed him over with a feather.

Yes, I understood his not wanting me to have my tubes tied, he of course wanted a son. But I just couldn't take being pregnant again, maybe I would have felt differently if I hadn't been forced to get pregnant so soon after my first. I guess he thought I was being unreasonable, I could have continued taking the pill longer, but it made me sick and I still worried about getting pregnant as it isn't 100% certain and I was 100% certain I didn't want to be pregnant again. It wasn't really that I had an objections to having more children, a little boy would have been wonderful, I just wasn't going to go thought being pregnant to have one.

Richard even came up with this stupid idea about having his sperm frozen and then him being cut, that way later if I changed my mind we could still have another child. I'm not even sure if that is possible but even if it is possible, it wouldn't have matter to me. I didn't want to be pregnant ever again. Richard told me that a vasectomy was as good as me having my tubes tied. That is only true if your making love only to the man who has the vasectomy. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't planning on cheating but I didn't rule that out completely either. I felt in some ways cheated, I'd never been allowed to date, Richard was my first for everything, dating, boy friend, and husband. I'd never so much as kissed another man in passion.

It really is my body, not his and absolutely not some right wing or left wing religious nuts, so I did what was right for me and had my tubes tied. One surprising effect this had was an even greater increase in my libido. I suppose being relieved of all fear of getting pregnant caused that effect. That of course was an effect that Richard liked but over time he started to resent it, I suppose no man really wants his woman to have a greater sex drive then he does. Things have a way of working out, over time I did realize that I had to sometimes just masturbate and leave Richard alone. I'm also not stupid and I realize that men like being the aggressor when it comes to sex, not all the time but men still want to be in control most of the time. I did truly love Richard so that is how it was with us, I'll admit that I sometime coaxed that along a bit.

Sex with Richard, I guess I'll get this out of the way before I continue. It wasn't what you'd call mind blowing sex, ok sex it a better description, well ok for someone who'd never had sex with anyone else. He was the only man I'd been with, so I'd have to say I was satisfied, maybe that isn't the right word tolerant would be better. None of those mind blowing orgasms, I'd heard and read about. I was hoping I'd at sometime experience them. I envied my girl friends when they'd talk about having such orgasms. Multiple orgasms, I felt only in my wildest dreams was that going to happen, again something I longed to experience. I'd be remiss in not telling you that I could and would give myself better orgasms then Richard did, but no matter how good they were, it's not the same as having someone else give you an orgasm.

Our sex was pretty routine, oral for him as much as he wanted as long as he didn't come in my month, oral for me a little, mostly rushed. I even allowed him anal sex when he so desired, not something that does much for me. Orgasms, little ones but not often. Today, I really don't think of those little orgasms as true orgasms more like a nudge to a real orgasm. Orgasms from intercourse, never, for one it never lasted long enough for me to get there and second I didn't know if I could or not. Lasted long enough is a relative thing and I don't want you to think Richard was a premature ejaculator, I just figured if it ever happened it would take a long time, a lot longer then the few minutes before Richard would ejaculate. But the truth is no matter how long it was it was never long enough for me, I'd always still be up there when he'd be done. As far as doing anything kinky we didn't, Richard just wasn't adventuresome that way. Sex in the privacy of our own bedroom was the way it was, as far as being risky like maybe at the beach, a park or in the back seat of the car, no way. If the lights got turned out before we made love it was Richard doing the turning out. Richard you see was modest, the reason for which I only discovered later. The most adventuresome he'd get was a motel room.

I don't want you to think that I felt our sex life was horrible, nothing could be further from the truth, that is just the way it was. I was not at all unhappy with the way things were. Sure I had fantasies, we all do, but most of them involved Richard, not other men. Sure I wondered what it would be like with another man, and sure I knew that he wasn't the best lover in the world. Yes there were other men I'd become attracted to, I'd fantasize about cheating on Richard but never seriously. 

Maybe I was dissatisfied in the fact that Richard didn't seem to be able to make our sex life better, god knows I tried and was willing to try most anything to experience what some of my friends seemed to be experiencing. But over all I was happy with my life. I was going to college, had two beautiful intelligent daughters. Richard had adjusted to the new liberated me and seemed happy with me. Richard changed to, became much less conservative in his views, changed religions and became a Methodist. I of course had given up the church altogether. I was happy with him, I felt we were not only husband and wife but also friends. 

Over time we made many friends, some mine, some his but mostly couple friends. With those we did a lot of things together, mostly because I would make plans and then invite everyone along. Over time we became a very close knit group. Went out together, partied together, played cards together, so on as so forth. We were all pretty average people other then at parties, where most of the group tended to get drunk and rather wild, Richard to. I didn't drink to much, mostly because it doesn't take to much to get me tipsy and I tend to get horny and flirty when I drank. That is the way I drink, just enough to lose my inhibitions, then drink just enough to stay that way.

My flirting with other men at parties never seemed to upset Richard, just the opposite he seem to encourage it. I'm not sure I consciously understood that, but I must have subconsciously because I took advantage of it. Becoming more and more flirtatious as time went along. To the point where, I'd allow other men to hold me really close, even rubbing myself against them as we'd dance. Sometimes if the situation was right even stealing a kiss or two, nothing real passionate but I liked the kissing. On more then one occasions I'd go home with wet panties. 

Sometimes, while getting along with our lives we miss the little things. If I had been paying attention to those little hints from Richard, I'd have realized he liked the idea of me flirting with other men. The first time I even spent the night studying with a male friend, he encouraged me. That had seemed strange to me at the time, I had expected him to object to me being alone at the guys apartment. When he didn't, I just felt that he trusted me. As time went along I knew there was more to his desire for me to be around other men then his trust. He'd even invite his friends to our house and then find some excuse to leave us alone. 

The more I think about that time in our life together, I realize Richard gave me lots of hints and lots of opportunities to unfaithful with other men. No hints aren't what he gave me, Richard was giving me his permission. Nothing blatant, he didn't come out and say it turned him on thinking about me having sex with someone else but it was implied enough times. I know now that I did understand that. It was just so out of character for Richard, and the thought that my husband would actually want me to be unfaithful, so perverse, that I tried to ignored it. I'm sure, the way Richard acted, had a lot to do with my flirtatious behavior, and the increase in my fantasies about doing just that, being unfaithful. 

The whole situation came to a head at a party we attended. One of those earth shaking events in your life that changes everything. It surely changed me. I wouldn't say it changed Richard but it did complete the changes that seemed to be taking place within him. Most of all it changed our relationship. My feeling about my husband could never be the same. His feeling about me as his wife and the mother of his children, to one of sexual object first, wife and mother second. I believe now, that is how Richard always saw me, the sign were always there.

The party was in May, of my senior year of college just before graduation. Some friends had decided to put on a pre graduation party for me, any excuse for a party. Richard had been in a strange mood for at least six months prior to that Saturday, kind of edgy and ill tempered. Our sex life had dwindled to a point where we were lucky to have sex once a week. Affection, aside from that once a week he seemed to need sex, was non existence. Time alone with him was wasted, as soon as the girls were in bed he'd turn on the computer and spend the evening surfing the internet. I really didn't mind him being on the internet, I was on a couple of times a day, in between classes chatting at a couple of chat rooms I went to. What I did mind was him being on there all evening long, every night we were home. On the Saturday of the party he seemed even worse then normal. I even considered not going to the party at all. I decided he wasn't going to spoil my fun and I knew that Tom and Andrea would be hurt if I didn't show up for my own party. 

As soon as we arrived at the party Richard deserted me, he didn't even offer to get me a drink. Ignoring the way he was acting, I started to mingle. It wasn't long before one of the men asked me to dance. It was a slow dance, I'd have to admit we did hold each other a little to closely but as I said that wasn't that unusual at these parties. About an hour later after I'd danced with a number of men, even a few of the women during the fast dances, Richard came up to me really mad, I assumed he was jealous, now I know better. Richard yelled at me about things that were totally irrational, ending by calling me some names that I don't even remember, then left the party. It was obvious to everyone how drunk he was but no one stopped him. I was shocked and hurt, so I had no desire whatsoever to stop him.




Rachel's Story



A half hour or so later, when he hadn't returned, I started to get worried. I wanted to go look for him but I had no idea where to look. Tom and Andrea live outside of town, I knew how to get to their house but much passed that I didn't know. I'd also had to much to drink to drive myself any where. Finally Andrea, who rarely drank and one to the other men, Bob, said they'd go look for him. About ten minute later the two cars pulled into the driveway, Bob driving his and Andrea driving mine. Bob came in right away, when Andrea and Richard didn't, I decided to go out to investigate, I didn't have to go far before I realized that Richard and Andrea were making out, Richard's hands were all over Andrea. All I remember is walking up to the door, then shouting at Richard, "two can play this game."

With that I went back into the house, at first not really sure what I was going to do. I wanted to get even with Richard I knew that, but all the men at the party were attached except Bruce, Tom's partner in their horse breeding and training farm. I guess, I'd better explain my reluctance of choosing Bruce as revenge. Bruce is a hunk if there ever was one. If you could ever call a man gorgeous, Bruce was that man but in a roughed sort of way. The only time I'd ever been alone with him was when he took me for a ride on one of his horses. I'd always wanted to ride but I was afraid to. One afternoon we were visiting Andrea and Tom, and as seemed to always be the case, Bruce was out working in the barn. After all of us had walked to the barn to see their new horses, I causally mentioned my desire to ride. Bruce told everyone he had to go check a fence, then added if I liked he'd take me along, I could ride behind him. Long story short, we ended up kissing and fondling each other, the only time I'd ever been unfaithful to Richard, other then those few kisses at parties. I guess if I was logical about things I should have just dropped it and called it even with Richard, I'd kissed Bruce, he'd kissed Andrea. I'm not logical so it wasn't even in my mind.

I think seeing Richard and Andrea coming in that door together made up my mind for me. The rest of the party I spent with Bruce, dancing, talking, and a lot of coming on to him. Yes, I was the one coming on to him not the other way around. By the end of the night he was kissing me and rubbing his hands up and down my back and buns. I didn't even stop him when he put his hand on my breast. At first I was more concerned with watching Richard's reaction then I was in what was happening between Bruce and myself, but as time passed, I more or less forgot about making Richard jealous and lost myself in what Bruce and I were saying and doing. The more Bruce and I did the more Richard drank, and by the time the party was over Richard was passed out on the couch. I can't say I was in the best shape either, I'd had plenty to drink. When Bruce offered to take us both home, I felt I should refuse. For one thing Bruce wasn't any soberer then I was, mostly I knew that if I let him take us home things could and most likely would happen between us. 

The bad thing about being drunk is you don't listen to that little voice inside that normally keeps you on track. That little voice said no don't let him take you home, but my voice said yes. Bruce more or less carried Richard out to our car, laid him in the back seat, shut the door, then opened the front for me to get in. As soon as Bruce got in, I slide over to the center next to him, knowing completely well that this was sending a signal to Bruce. On the drive home nothing was really said, I'd have to say the signals were non verbal. Bruce putting his hand on my knee, me putting my hand on top of his, my hand moving his hand to my inner thigh. Spreading my legs as his hand worked up my thigh, my moan as his hand touched my sex. My hand on his knee, my hand feeling his hardness, yes very non verbal but so very loud. By the time we arrived home, we were close to making love in the front seat of the car. My panty hose and panties were off, he didn't ask I just took them off, his pants lowered down on his thighs, I didn't ask I just pulled them down.

I wanted to stop and I didn't want to stop. At least I told myself I wanted to stop. I decided to get Richard into our house all by myself, lock the door and forget this night ever happened. But as hard as I tried I couldn't get Richard to wake up, there was no way I was going to carry him by myself. I knew equally that if I let Bruce take Richard in I'd end up making love to him. So many things went thought my head, if only I'd have gotten a baby sitter, not taken the kids to moms for the night, I'd be safe. If Richard would only wake up, I'd be safe, safe from what, myself. I wanted Bruce, he wanted me, maybe it was wrong but it's what I wanted, almost to the point of a need. When Bruce came up behind me, wrapped his arms around me while kissing my neck, it no longer mattered if Richard woke up. If he had, that wouldn't have stopped me, nothing could have stopped me.

I pushed Richard back into the car shut the door and lead Bruce through my front door, up the stairs and into my bedroom, the bedroom I shared with my husband. I don't have a complete recollection of that night, but more then enough. I remember him being slow, taking his time fulfilling one desire before moving to the next. I remember oral sex like I'd never had it before, orgasms like I'd only dreamed of, not one but many. I remember the feeling of him entering me, he'd already given me so much pleasure, somehow his penis penetrating me seemed like the most extraordinary couplings, a most marvelous of finale. I remember how quickly I did orgasm during intercourse, not just once but a number of times. 

I remember laying in his arm, him caressing my body, whispering little nothings to each other, things that at any other moment in time would have meant nothing. I remember kissing my way down to his penis, taking him in my month, something I'd never done after intercourse with Richard. I wanted to give him as much pleasure as he had given me. I remember thinking why hadn't I ever done this to Richard, Bruce doesn't taste bad, Richard's sperm can't be that much different. I remember as he came in my month thinking, I could get used to this, not because of the taste but because of the pleasure I saw in his eyes. His kisses afterwards, not at all hesitant. Bruce making love to me all over again, making better music the second then the first. Then with almost no rest in between, making love to me again. I remember being disappointed, not in our love making but in Richard, all the time we'd been married, not once had he even tried to make love to me like this, not even once had he made love to me in any fashion three times. Never once, had I had even one orgasm with Richard like those I'd just had, and never once were there more then one little orgasm with Richard. Most of the time doing without all together.

Bruce and I laid together until sunrise, both of us knowing he had most likely stayed to long, both of us wanting to stay like this longer. Bruce dressed, while I pulled on my robe. Bruce went outside to the car helped Richard out of the car then half dragged him into the house. It was obvious that Richard was still out of it but not nearly so out of it that he didn't realize what was happening. He looked at both Bruce, he looked at me. I should have looked away, I should have bowed my head in shame, I didn't. I didn't want Richard to know that I'd just made love to Bruce but I also didn't feel any shame. Bruce helped Richard up the stairs and into our bedroom. Held him while I undressed him, then placed him on our bed. After covering Richard, I went to the door with Bruce, we shared another kissed. As I watched him walk away, I was wondering, was that kiss, a farewell kiss, or a parting kiss of two lovers, I just didn't know.

After making coffee I sat at the kitchen table thinking about the night before. Thinking about my marriage, feeling sure that it would be over, how could Richard not know. He saw me in my robe, surely if not that then he was sure to find the signs of my indiscretion on the sheets of our bed. I tried to make myself feel some guilt, I'd just cheated on my husband, not just cheated but I did it in our home, in our bedroom and in our bed. I couldn't feel guilty. Regret yes, regret that he'd find out but not regret about making love to Bruce, it was to beautiful to regret. Regret that love making could be better with a man I'd only made love to this one time, then it was with my husband whom I'd known many times.

About 9 o'clock I went into our bedroom, Richard was still asleep. I quietly gathered some clothing to wear, went into our bathroom, showered, got dressed, did what I could to my hair without using my dryer for fear the noise would wake Richard. Going back into the bedroom, I watched Richard for the longest time, knowing that it may well be the last time I'd watch him sleeping. After hunting for the keys to Richard's car, I left, then drove to the point for a walk along the beach. The sound was so peaceful that morning, a storm would have been more fitting. 

After picking up our daughters I arrived home about 3 o'clock. I suppose, I stayed so long at mom's to avoid the inevitable. As I pulled into the driveway, I noticed my car was sitting in the drive, and wondered if it had been Bruce who had delivered it. How ironic that my heart sank, when I realized I hadn't been there to see him. Not finding Richard in the house, I looked out the back window seeing him working in the garden. Decided it was time to face him with the truth and get it over with. Pouring him a glass of beer I headed out the back door. As I approached him, I didn't really know where to begin, all I knew was that I'd beg his forgiveness. I don't know why I didn't speak first, I was intending to just blurt out, "I slept with Bruce last night," feeling sure he knew. Maybe the look in his eyes stopped me but what ever it was I knew he didn't know. I sat down on a paving stone next to him, then let him do all the talking, all the apologizing about what happened the night before. When he was done I gave him a kiss, I even had the audacity to tell him, he was forgiven. Walking back into the house, then running into our bedroom, I tore the sheets and mattress pad off the bed and headed to the laundry room. Only after I started the washer did I feel some of the tension fad away.

That night after we'd gotten in bed Richard started to question me about Bruce. 

"Did you like dancing with Bruce?" he asked.

"Yes, he's a very good dancer," was my reply. I now wasn't so sure that Richard didn't know.

"I saw you kissing him, did you like kissing him?" 

I decide that it was best just to be honest, "Yes I did, I did like the way he kissed, he's the only man I've ever kissed like that, other then you."

"Did you get turned on from his kisses?"

"Yes I did, didn't you get turned on when you kissed Andrea?" I figured two could play this game.

Not answering me he went on. "You had to have know I was watching you. Was it all an act or was there more then that? When he felt your breast did you like that?"

I began to realized this wasn't an inquisition of me but a turn on for Richard. If this had happened at any other time prior to this night, I think it would have disgusted me. I hate to say it but his questioning about Bruce and myself was making me think about the night before and I was getting turned on thinking about it.

"I don't know any other way to tell you this, Richard. At first it was an act, I did it to get even, make you jealous but then I started having feelings for Bruce, after that you really weren't a concern. Richard I loved feeling his hands on my body. When he touched my breast it felt so good, I'm sure I wouldn't have stopped him if he'd put his hand under my blouse. I remember hoping he would. I longed for his touch on my bare skin." Partly adding the last to test my theory, that this was turning Richard on. I could tell by the look on it face that it had.

"Bruce was holding you really close, I know he had to be hard from feeling you and kissing you. Could you feel his hardness against you?"

"Yes I could feel his penis, if that is what you mean. Yes he had a hard on, Richard, but Bruce wasn't the first man I've danced with who's gotten hard. Bruce wasn't the only man I danced with last night who had a hard on. I'm sure you've done that with other women at times, haven't you?"

Again not answering me he continued. "When Bruce was feeling your breast did you think about feeling his cock?"

Putting my hand on Richard's penis, not at all shocked when I found him hard, then starting to gentle caress him. I asked, "Do you mean like I'm feeling you now?"

He responded "Yes," in a strained and almost whispered tone.

"What if I told you I did put my hand on his penis, just like I'm doing to you now, would you have liked that I did that?"

"Maybe, I'm not sure." It was easy to tell that was a lie, he was sure.

"Why aren't you sure, would it make you jealous if I touched Bruce there. Maybe we should stop talking about this." I said that as I slipped my hand under Richard's boxers and caressed his bare penis.

Richard then moaned before saying, "No I wouldn't be jealous. I'd just want to know is all."

"Would it turn you on if I did that to Bruce?" Getting no response I said "I guess there's no point in talking about Bruce's penis then, seeing it doesn't make you jealous nor does my touching him turn you on. Lets just go to sleep." I said this while taking my hand out of Richard's pants.

"No don't stop, thinking about you touching him does make me jealous but it turns me on more then it makes me jealous. I can't explain it but I won't be mad if you tell me you touched him." Richard voice had a pleading quality to it.

Putting my hand back into Richard's pants I said, "I did feel Bruce's penis, I unzipped his pants on the way home and caressed him just like I'm doing you." Trying to figure out where do I go from here. Thinking to myself this just is not normal, two married people talking about another man's penis. Richard getting turned on by me telling him I was unfaithful and me getting turned on by telling him, more correctly reliving being unfaithful. Not normal at all.

Before I could continue Richard asked, "Was he big."

I felt like saying, 'was what big', thus making Richard ask, 'Was Bruce's penis big.' What I said was, "I don't know if Bruce was big, I only have you to compare him with, but he was bigger then you are, both longer and thicker. I don't know if he's big compared to other men, maybe your big compared to other men." 

The truth was I knew Richard was small, at least from what I'd read and heard. I have to admit I talked about sex to my girl friends more then I should have. I'm sure partly I felt my knowledge in that area was lacking, mostly I liked hearing about their experiences. I knew that somewhere around six inches was what was considered average, and looking at a ruler Richard surely wasn't that big. When I held my fingers apart to show Liz about what Richard's penis size was, she said it was small. And when I made a circle with my thump and index finger, showing Liz how big around he was, she said that was really small. Smaller then anyone she'd been with. Bruce I'd guess at just about average in length, as far as thickness, a salad cucumber comes to mind. That isn't a very good reference is it. Let's just say I thought Bruce had a nice penis, still think he does. 

Up until that moment in time I don't think Richard's size mattered to me, even when I was making love to Bruce I wasn't comparing Richard's size to Bruce's. I compared the way I was made love to but not the size of the two men's penises. I think, that was a question better left unasked, but it was asked and it did make me realize that yes Bruce being bigger made a difference. Bruce's penis had felt better inside my vagina then Richard's did. Although I did find Bruce's penis more satisfying then Richard, size had nothing to do with my orgasms, it had everything to do with being given so many orgasms first and nothing to do with size. My feelings are that a man can be big and still an inadequate lover, just like a man could be small and still be the best over all lover you've ever been with. I realize now that Richard asking me that, made me realize three things, one being of course how small he was, even though I'd known that before I never though of him as small, I always would after that night, next he was also an inadequate lover, finally he had a hang up about being small. 

"Did he feel better inside of you then I do?" was Richard's next question. 

I was shocked by his jump in logic, I hadn't even hinted at intercourse and I wasn't sure that I wanted to ever tell him that it went that far. Knowing that things had gone about as far as I was going to allow them to go I slipped off my pajama bottoms, then pulled down Richard's boxers. Got on top of him and guided his penis into my vagina.

"Richard I didn't tell you we had intercourse, touching a man's penis is a long, long way from fucking him." I don't really know why I used the word fucking him, I'd never used that word before. Maybe I had though that word before but it had never escaped my lips, not before that night.

Laying down close to Richard partly trying to get as much stimulating as I could and partly to look right into his eyes. While starting to move my hips I said, "I'm surprised you didn't want to know if he touched me. He did you know, he touched me in all the right places. I was so turned on by him. I was so wet and so ready. I was ready for him, I even wanted him. Would you have wanted me to have had intercourse with him?"

Richard looked away from me trying to avoid the question. I was having none of it. "We both already know the answer to that don't we, you would have liked it. Maybe you would have even liked watching. If you can't be honest with me then at least be honest with yourself, you want me to have intercourse with Bruce don't you. Just give me a yes or no answer Richard!" 

I was shocked by Richard's answer, "Yes I want to watch you being fucked by other men. I'd do just about anything to be able to watch other men satisfy your every need." With that he stiffened and started to ejaculate. I knew when I straddled him that he was already to excited to last very long. I can't say the intercourse was satisfying but the experience somehow satisfied my sexual need.

Richard tried to hold me but I just didn't want to be held, we hadn't made love. Our having intercourse had nothing to do with love it was only about lust. I rolled off Richard saying, "I'm tired I haven't had much sleep since Friday night, I have classes in the morning." When he tried to kiss me goodnight I just rolled away from him, it wasn't a conscious effort, just a reaction to his touch. 

Richard tried to question me more about the night before, but I'd told him as much as I was going to about Bruce, at least for the time being. I just remained silence pondering his statement about wanting to watch other men pleasure me. Richard finally rolled over on his side, saying "Goodnight, I love you." I didn't respond not verbally but mentally my response was, 'Do you really love me, how could you love me, am I your wife and lover or am I something else all together.' I was so tired but still unable to find sleep. I laid there thinking about what had just happened and what he'd said about other men. What he'd said about them satisfying my sexual needs, evidently he knew he wasn't doing that. But why was his solution other men and not improving our own love making. I also wondered why I wasn't repulsed by this desire of his, repulsed by the very thought that he'd been turned on by what I told him happened between Bruce and I. Likewise I was also perplexed by my own reaction to what had happened, why had it turned me on so much. I hadn't been that turned on during sex with Richard for a long time. 




Rachel's Story



By all rights Richard should have walked out the door, or at the very least extracted some form of punishment. Even thought I had not told him I had had intercourse, what I had revealed was enough that even if I hadn't had intercourse I had cheated, why did I feel cheated that he didn't get mad. Worse yet why did I have this empty but painful feeling in my heart. When sleep finally came I hadn't resolved any of this, I was as confused as I had been earlier when having sex with Richard. I do remember that at some point the tears started, not stopping until I lapsed into the oblivion of sleep, where conscious pain and fear seems to slip away. 

The next morning I didn't even hear the alarm go off. Richard woke me up as he was leaving for work, telling me he'd take the girls to day care for me, he'd reset the alarm for 8:30, so I could sleep in. I remember at first thinking what a sweet man I was married to, then the awareness of the night before filled my mind and I wasn't sure what kind of man I was married to. 

When the alarm finally woke me, I realize that if I didn't hurry I'd be late for class. Forcing all thoughts except the coming day from my head, I took a quick shower, toweled off, dressed then dried my hair. Deciding I didn't really have time to put my face on, I headed for the front door. Just as I was leaving the phone rang, debating whether to answer it or not, finally picking the phone up just before the answering machine did it for me. The voice on the other end of the phone was Bruce's. He said he wanted to see me and asked me if I'd have lunch with him. If I'd taken time to consider that I may have said no but I didn't, telling him I'd meet him at 11:30. As I headed out the door I checked the mirror, as is my habit every time I leave the house. I realized I couldn't meet Bruce looking like this, my hair was a mess, I didn't have any make up on and all I was wearing was an old T-shirt and a worn out pair of jeans.

Deciding to skip class I started over again. I picked a light weight yellow suit and a silk blouse to wear. When I looked in the mirror I didn't like the look, it was just boring, I didn't want to be boring. After going through my closet I decided on an outfit that Richard had insisted I buy, at the time I didn't think I'd ever wear it. It consisted of a green tube top, matching belt, with a suede skirt that snapped up the front, just below my knee in length, to that I added a pair of dress sandals that were almost the exact match in color to my skirt. When I tried it on for Richard he had talked me into unsnapping all the snaps save for the last three, doing so exposed all but the last couple of inches of my thigh. I remember thinking how sensual that had looked so I decided to wear it that way. When I unsnapped the skirt it exposed the top of my thigh highs so I decided to remove them for what I considered an even more sensual look, maybe even a little seductive. Not to mention, I couldn't get the though of Bruce's hand on my bare thighs, out of my mind. I'd like to say that Richard entered my mind during this time but the truth is not once, my thoughts were filled only with Bruce. 

When I arrived at the restaurant Bruce was there waiting for me, he'd arranged for a booth in the far corner with a view of the ocean. I was surprised by how awkward our conversation was at first, after all we'd shared each others bodies two nights before. Finally we both started to relax and the conversation turned to the real reason we we're together, where do we go from here. Bruce of course wanted to carry on our relationship which really meant he wanted to continue having sex with me. I'm not faulting him for that, I to wanted the sex to continue. 

The problem is that things just don't stay the same, I could lie to myself, say it could just remain sex. As I said before I was attracted to Bruce, the problem was it wasn't just his body I was attracted to. It wasn't long after I'd first met Bruce that I realize if I hadn't been married he was the kind of man I could fall in love with, maybe I already was falling. No matter what my feeling were now, I knew that if I continued seeing Bruce those feeling would go way beyond sexual. I ran all the possibilities though my head. Would Bruce fall in love with me. Could I love two men at the same time, even if I could, wouldn't one be loved more then the other. Wouldn't a time come when you had to choose one of them. If that happened and my choice was Bruce, could he become a father to my daughters, would he even want to be. Would he want children of his own, I'd made sure that just wasn't possible, maybe Richard had been right all along. There was also the possibility that I'd lose both of them. That I feared the most, I'd never been alone, I didn't know if I could even take care of myself much less my daughters.

I felt no need to hide any of what I was thinking from Bruce so I told him. After lunch we walked along the beach, continued talking about what could be. We even spent time talking about how wrong this was, not so much for Bruce he was single and he admitted that he felt no apprehension going after a married woman if he felt he wanted her. I told Bruce about my childhood, the way I'd been brought up, that I'd rejected most of that, but I still couldn't get over the feeling that a married woman should be committed to her husband. That even my being with him was a violation of our marriage bond. I also told him about the night before, about how if that hadn't have happened, I didn't think I'd be with him now. That I would never regret what had happened between us but it would never have happened again.

Bruce could not understand how a man could really love a woman and then want her to be with other men. He made me laugh when he said that if Richard was looking for volunteers, he was available any time, "Tuesday night was good for him. If Richard didn't mind, he'd take Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday nights and all day Saturdays and Sundays." 

If I hadn't been sure before, I was sure that I could fall in love with Bruce by the time we got back to the parking lot, I knew I could. I knew not only that I could, I knew I would if I committed to having an affair with him. Up until he kissed me, I was committed to having an affair with him. Something about that kiss, loving, tender, and at the same time filled with passion, changed my mind. This was all wrong, I was married, if I allowed an affair with Bruce to destroy my marriage, whatever Bruce and I had would be tainted by that. I suppose I wished things were different, I suppose I even hoped that somehow, someday they would be but in the here and now it wasn't right for us to be together. As much as I wanted to cry I held it back, finally breaking away from Bruce, I told him that as much as I wanted him, I could not do what we both wanted. With that I got into the car and drove away, only when I was out of Bruce's site did I allow the tears to fall. Not knowing where else to go I drove to Liz's house. 

Liz tried her best to console me. Liz having gone thought two divorces didn't have that great of an opinion of men anyway. Her philosophy was that she needed men but she didn't need them to be a big part of her life, so more or less, she'd use them, then when she was tried of one she'd find another. Her life style worked for her, I was sure it wasn't what I wanted or could even live with. After I calmed down some I told her about Bruce, how wonderful it was making love with him. Of course she already knew how my sex life with Richard was, I'm sure she just figured my night with Bruce was average, it wasn't average I assure you of that. I told her how much I liked Bruce, how easily I felt I could fall in love with him, how despite all of that I was not going to see him again. 

I felt so ashamed but I told her exactly what had happened the night before between Richard and I. How turned on he was, how turned on I was. But how hurt the whole idea of Richard liking the idea of me sleeping with other men made me feel. 

She joked, although I'm not sure it was so much of a joke, that I should just take advantage of Richard's strange desire, it could be fun having a new man when things got boring at home. Then becoming dead serious she told me that things could be worse he could have desires to be the one cheating. 

Liz also told me that my husband wasn't the only man who had these desires, lots of men have them. "Rachel sometimes your so naïve, men have all kinds of fantasies that we couldn't even dream of. Men wanting to watch their partners with someone else is so common that there are books written about the subject, entire web sites devoted to just that subject. Most adult story sites on the internet have tons of those stories."

"That doesn't make it right, it is still not normal. I don't see how a man could wants his wife to make love to other men and really be in love with her," was the only response I could think of.

"The first place he doesn't want you to make love to anyone, he wants you to fuck them, big difference as far as I'm concerned. Second most people wouldn't think it was right you fucking Bruce, either. That's right Rachel you fucked him you didn't make love to him, you don't love him." Accentuating the word fucking as she said it.

Didn't I, I wasn't sure of that. "Your so wrong Liz, I may not know as much about the world as you do, but one thing I do know, Bruce and I made love." 

"Whatever," Liz said sarcastically, before continuing. "What most people think doesn't always make things wrong either. I would have thought you understood that. As for love, I don't know if Richard loves you Rachel, I'm not convinced you love him."

Then she told me that Lester, a man she'd dated for almost two years, had this thing for threesomes, although they hadn't really discussed it she just assumed he liked watching or he wouldn't have proposed it in the first place. I guess I was some what shocked by her revelation. Maybe even more shocked when she told me she liked being with two men. Then she really bowled me over when she told me she liked threesomes with another woman even better. 

"By your definition Rachel, I guess I'm not a normal person either. Your thinking that does hurt but I don't really care what others think. I do what is right for me, I don't live my life according to what others think is right for me. Didn't you have enough of that from Dad and his fellow fanatics, even your own mother couldn't stand it. She's much happier now that he's not a part of her life."

"Rachel you acting like a baby, nobody is going to make you happy, that is something you have to do for yourself. If your not happy then do something about it. As I see it you have three choices. One is you can stay married to Richard leave things as they are and make yourself happy by having an affair with Bruce. 

"Second you can just leave Richard. Rachel you may not believe this but you can make it on your own. If you did that you'd be free to pursue whatever or whom ever you wanted. No leaving him is not an easy option, but your done with school, and I know you'll do fine in whatever career you chose. At first you won't have any money, worse you won't have time to spend with the girls, not the amount of time you have now. But you can make it on your own. You know if it was me I'd just cut bait and run, but I'm biased, I've never liked Richard."

"Third, you can try to just accept Richard the way he is, your not going to change him. I think you've already made up your mind to stay with him. I'm not sure I really believe you when you tell me the only thing wrong with your marriage is your sex life. Lets just assume that it is only the sex. You said that you got really turned on last night telling him about part of what happened with Bruce. He was equally turned on, I would think you can use that knowledge to at least improve your sex life."

Interrupting her I said, "I'm not going out whoring around just to satisfy Richard's lust. Maybe you could, Liz! Oh god, I'm so sorry I didn't mean it the way that sounded. I am not judging you, I've always wanted to be like you, I wish I was as liberated as you are, I just can't be you. Maybe it's best if I go home and work this out myself, I'd rather have a sexless marriage then live like that."

"Damn it Rachel, I'm not telling you to be a whore. Just listen to what I have to say. What I was thinking was you could just make up stories, you do have fantasies don't you?" Not waiting for a reply Liz continued. "From what you've told me Richard isn't much of a lover, he wants to hurry things so he can get himself off, having no regard for your needs. I think most of that is just selfishness on his part." I started to defend Richard. "Keep quiet Rachel, no matter what you want to believe that is the only reason Richard doesn't take his time. I've been around enough men to know that selfish men think only of themselves. With those men, if you don't demand you get yours first you aren't going to either. They are just going to roll over and fall asleep leaving you hanging." Describing Richard to a tee. "As I see it you can use those stories to get what you need, if he goes to fast you just stop telling him your fantasy. If you want more oral then you stop telling him when he stops. You want orgasms then you make him give them to you or you don't continue your story." 

"It just seems to me Rachel that no matter what you say, a sexless marriage is out of the question for you. Even worse is having sex and never being satisfied. I think you should at least give it a try, it can't really make anything worse then it already is, can it?" Finishing this Liz looked at me waiting for a reply.

"Even if I agree with you that it does make sense, in a perverted sort of way. I don't think fantasies are what Richard wants. He wants me to be with other men, not fantasy men. I can make up all the stories I want to but he'll know they're just that. When am I supposed to have done all these things, in a past life." Figuring I'd just shot down Liz's idea.

"Are you telling me that's your only objection? You don't think Richard well believe you? Or is it that you couldn't make up a believable story?" Liz asked.

"I know he wouldn't believe me. The stories wouldn't be believable because he'd know I couldn't have done them. Not because I can't have believable fantasies!" I responded, putting emphases on the last statement. 

"If that's your only objection, we'll take care of that tomorrow night. Tonight tell Richard you and I are going out for a girls night out. I want you dressed and ready to go by seven, I'll pick you up. I'll even help you with your first fantasy night out. Rachel, we are going out, I'm not sitting here while you feel sorry for yourself. And for gods shake, Dress sexy. It won't hurt if you looked the part of a woman looking for sex, you want Richard to believe your going out to pick up a man, then dress like your really are." Liz was going to have her way no matter what, so I gave in, agreeing to go out with her.

It was time for bed before I decided to tell Richard I was going out the next night with Liz. Before I could tell Richard I was going out, he started in about Bruce. Being I had made the decision not to tell him about all that happened between Bruce and myself. Strange as this sounds I felt it had been to beautiful an experience to tarnish by using it as a dirty story for my husband. In my mind that is what Richard wanted, dirty real life stories about me as a slut. Adding to that I just wasn't in the mood, I guess I hadn't quite recovered from the night before. Funny if you think about it, I was put off by what had happened and here I was planning on making up stories to make it happen again.

Finally I just lied to Richard telling him nothing else had happened between Bruce and myself. Adding to the lie I told Richard that if I'd had known then that he's wanted me to I would have. That's when I told him Liz and I were going out the next night. Before he could object, I added that maybe I'd have something to tell him when I got home. I wish I could describe the look on his face, think of a little boy finding himself all alone in a candy store, a look of shock but oh so much pleasure. Richard still wanted sex, but he was going to have to wait. Telling him I was tried and I wanted to be well rested for my night out, I may be home really late. I gave him a kiss then rolled over facing away from him. Then Richard said "Goodnight Honey, I love you." I at least managed a "Goodnight", which was better then the night before.

Exhaustion had surely set in, I didn't remember anything at all after the goodnight, not until the alarm went off the next morning. Surprisingly I felt good that morning, I even had some optimism that Liz's plan may just work out. I don't really know what had changed during the night, but something seemed to have. I was feeling better about Richard, why I don't really know. Thinking that Liz was right it could be a lot worse, Richard could be out cheating on me, or worse yet looking for someone else to spend his life with. I won't say I had a sudden change of heart about liking the idea of Richard wanting me to have sex with other men, but I did feel that even as strange as it was, at least his fantasy was about me, not some other woman. 

I'll even admit to being a little horny, the exact cause of that I'm not sure of. I just interpreted it to mean that tonight I may finally have better sex with Richard. Those feeling remained with me all day long. By the time I got home that afternoon I was really horny. I gave myself some relief with the shower massager while I was taking my shower. That helped but I was still feeling horny when Richard came into the bathroom while I was toweling off. I almost lost control when Richard started to kiss me and caress my breasts. Forcing my body under control I pushed him out of the bathroom, saying to him, "You'll have to wait until I get home. I hope you don't mind sloppy seconds." I shocked myself with that last part, I'd heard the term before but why it came out at that time, I'll never know. I did have to giggle as I shut and locked the door baring his return. I seemed to be out of control, I couldn't help myself, opening the door enough to stick my head out I said to Richard, "What do you call thirds or fourths, Dear." I could hardly contain the laughter when his month opened in pure disbelief.

I decided to wear the most reveling dress I had in my closet. It really was a bit much for a night out with my sister but it was so reveling, cut low in the front and back, and really short. I had a strapless bra that I could have worn but I decided to go without, in my aroused state my nipples were plainly on view though the shear fabric. Again I decide to go without hose. Just before I left the bedroom I took off my panties, putting them into my purse intending to put them back on when I got into Liz's car, I didn't. I was going to make sure Richard knew I wasn't wearing any panties before I left the house. I really did look the part of a woman on the make. Looking that way and feeling as horny as I was, maybe I really was.

When I heard Liz hook her horn, I went to the front door, opened it then yelled I'd be out in a minute. Going back into the family room, I kissed the girls goodnight, they hardly paid attention as they were both engrossed in some carton on the TV. 

I took Richard's hand leading him to the door, I put my hands around the back of his neck then rub my sex up and down his leg, while giving him a really passionate kiss. Then I took his hand and ran it up under my dress letting him feel my bare vulva, I wanted to make sure he knew I was completely naked, save for my dress. Saying to him as I used his hand to rub my pussy, "Feel how wet I am already. I'm so hot just thinking about being with some stranger. The truth is Richard I'm so hot I may have seconds, thirds and fourths." 




Rachel's Story



I'm Rachel, I'm heading towards 50 with a speed and not as slim as I used to be. I got married to Grant a year after high school and before long was the mother of four children. Almost twenty years later Grant started talking to be about how if I ever found a man I was attracted to how I shouldn't feel bad about having sex with him since he felt it would spice up our marriage. I was hesitant about this and rejected the idea immediately. 

A few years after this I met a younger man on a social network site and he showed a lot of interest in me and I was naturally flattered but refused to meet him. Eventually I gave in and agreed to meet him for sex. Needless to say it wasn't very good and I decided that this wasn't for me. I did tell Grant about it and initially he was okay with it but later blew his top. That was me cured for life or so I thought...

Grant and I dabbled in a local swingers group but I didn't seem to fit in so we gave up on that idea. One day I was again on a social network site and met a man, Eric, who I found extremely interesting. We agreed to private chat and he made it clear that he was married and wasn't looking for anything other than a friend. That was totally fine with me since I was in the same position. We exchanged photos and on seeing Eric I was surprised to see how attractive he was. 

After chatting for a few weeks he admitted to me that his wife was curious about swinging but even though they had made contact with the local group they hadn't gone through with anything as yet. I felt comfortable telling him about my experiences and how I felt about the swinging. He appreciated my honesty and said they would think long and hard before making any decisions. 

During one of our many conversations I felt myself falling in love with him but didn't want to tell him since it caught me so off guard. The way he spoke of his wife, his respect for her and the tenderness caused me not to want to ruin what they had but I was envious. Envious and head over heels in love was a position I didn't expect to be in. 

Eric and I decided we wanted to meet for coffee and planned a date, time and place where to meet. Eventually the day arrived and I got held up so was slightly late, very unlike me I must say. I walked into the coffee shop and recognised Eric immediately, he stood up as he saw me and gave me a shy hug. Two cups of coffee and a few hours later it was time to say goodbye. We left the coffee shop and stood outside talking for another few minutes. Then he hugged me again. I felt his grip tighten and it was so difficult to break the hug. 

A week or so after this he asked me to meet him in the park to talk. We wandered around the park and found a bench to sit on. He took my hand and we sat and spoke. Speaking to him was so easy as we discussed our families and our backgrounds. Meeting in the park became an almost daily routine for us just talking and holding hands. I was still very reserved with him and wouldn't initiate any physical contact. 

Our park visits carried on for a few weeks when one day he asked me if he could kiss me, all I could do was nod in assent. To say I was floored would be an understatement as this kiss left me breathless and wanting more. We managed to break apart as we both caught our breaths. Silent since the first time we had met. How the hell can one kiss leave me a shivering mess, I wondered. 

One day out the blue he suggested we meet in a hotel room to be more comfortable. I agreed but decided that even though I was putting myself in an awkward position I was not going to allow Eric to compromise himself since I respected him too much. As we arrived at the hotel he received a phone call calling him back to work so he left me promising not to be long. 

He quickly came back and said he needed to jump in the shower because he was sweating from running around. I sat on the bed wondering if he wanted me to join him or if he was honestly hot. Determined not to put a toe out of line I kept my hands firmly planted between my knees until I heard him ask me for the towel. I mean seriously, how much control must a person practice? Without looking I handed him the towel and returned to the bed. 

The self control between two people that so obviously wanted to do more than just kiss was completely amazing but we managed. I went home a wet mess and extremely horny and I'm sure it was the same for him. After this day Eric told me he loved me, I almost cried at the time since I wasn't the only one that was in love. Chatting about this afterwards has made us laugh at how we tortured each other. Before we eventually had sex a lot of thought, planning and discussions went into it. 

We planned to go out of town for the day and one the way to the hotel we stopped at a shop to buy condoms, safety first hahaha. As we got into the room we kissed and I'm not even sure how our clothes came off. Making love with him felt like the most natural thing in the world, like it was meant to be. 

My children were still at school at this time and I felt that I couldn't leave them to be with Eric even though he asked me a few times. We continued to meet regularly talk but not necessarily to have sex. Our relationship has continued to the point where we are family friends and that in itself is a whole other challenge. 

By the time my children were finished with school and pretty self sufficient my darling Eric and his wife had found out they were both infertile. One day he phoned me to tell me they had an opportunity of getting a little boy. I was both excited for them and equally devastated. Excited because I knew Eric was going to be such an incredible father and I wanted to see this for him. Devastated because I couldn't share this with him and a child would cement his relationship with his wife. 

As with any relationship we've had our ups and downs, way more ups than downs I must admit. He still makes my heart flutter when he looks at me and his kisses make me weak in the knees. Looking back he promised me he wouldn't ask me to leave my family when I felt I needed to be there so there's no way I would ever suggest he leaves his family for me. 

Maybe in some alternative universe we are together living out a quiet, passionate existence on some little farmhouse with plenty of books and animals. I know he loves me by the tenderness he shows me even when I'm being paranoid and bitchy. 

Thank you Eric for showing me what being in love really feels like because what I've felt in the past wasn't love, it was mere affection. I will forever hold you in a special spot in my heart that no one else can ever fill.