Charles and Lucinda
by Arachnophile
Lucinda and I had been married almost 20 years when I learned of her latest infidelity. We married right after college. It was my idea, mostly. I didn't want to wait to begin my life with her. I'd lately wondered if perhaps she married me because she couldn't think of a good reason not to. I wondered if now she was growing beyond me.
I've loved Lucinda since we were 16 years old. We had been friends and started studying together as sophomores. In our junior year, however, something happened that made me realize I was in love with her. One day in February, she was out sick. There was nothing terribly unusual about that except for my reaction, which was "annoyance." I expected to see her that morning and when she didn't show up in home room, I felt her absence keenly. I went through the day somewhat irritated. That feeling surprised me. Around 2:00 PM I made the decision to make a list of all the assignments and take them over to her house. After school, I marched determinedly through the snow and knocked on her door. Her mom answered. She knew me from the numerous times I'd studied there with her daughter and liked me.
"Hello, Charles!"
"Hi, Mrs. Williams; how is Lucinda feeling?"
"She had a fever so I kept her home today." I was feeling feverish myself.
Her mom continued, "She's feeling a little better, I think. Did you want to come in?"
Suddenly feeling less bold and more than a little confused I said something like, 'Um ... no, I just wanted to drop off the homework assignments for her."
I made the decision to go there because I hoped to at least catch a glimpse of her. Now, I hoped not because I felt very shy and awkward. At that moment, I was afraid she would think I was a dork.
"All right," she said. "I'll give them to her."
Then I heard Lucinda's voice in the background asking in a surprised tone, "Mom, is that Charles?" With a reddened nose and wearing a white terrycloth bathrobe, Lucinda peeked around the corner at me and said, "Hi."
"Hi, how are you? I missed you today," and turned bright red as my feeling for her showed through loud and clear. She didn't answer; what could she say? I was flustered and mumbled, "Well ... I guess I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yeah, if I feel OK."
She looked at her mother who seemed to be enjoying the scene.
"Thanks for the assignments."
"Sure," I said somewhat tongue-tied. "OK, well ... bye."
"Bye, Charles," Lucinda said.
"Good-bye, Charles, nice to see you again." As I walked away I could hear her mother saying, muffled by the closed door: "Well, that was very thoughtful of Charles ..." but couldn't hear Lucinda's rejoinder.
I felt flushed all the way home and also lovesick. I was surprised by it. It wasn't too long after that incident that I told her how I felt. She seemed to understand and wasn't put off by the idea. Well, actually, more than that. She said that she cared for me as I did for her and besides she thought, as she later told me, that I was nice and that her Mom certainly liked me and had sized things up before I even knew.
"My Mom had said about two months before, 'That boy likes you, Lucinda.' I told her it wasn't true, that I wouldn't be that lucky."
Lucinda had thought of herself as a "fat girl" and, hence, not attractive to someone like me: best student in our class, a track and field athlete, and fairly nice looking though not part of any crowd. Although, in my opinion, I had little meaningful social standing Lucinda thought my interest in her had given her a boost, socially speaking. I thought she was beautiful; I still do. She was also a very good student. We were a good match.
During our college years, we were apart; I in school on the west coast, she in nursing school back in eastern New York. I knew Lucinda dated a couple other guys; I dated no one when I was apart from her. One reason is that I was very busy with school work; I was ambitious and, as a scholarship student, intent upon graduating early and getting into graduate school. I wanted to be a university professor and ultimately succeeded. The other reason was that I was not comfortable socializing. I really considered it a waste of time. I didn't drink, didn't go to bars, didn't smoke marijuana ... I might just as well have been a monk except for my love for Lucinda. We didn't have sexual intercourse until we were married but we did everything short of it. I learned to caress her in a way that pleased her. I learned to lick her vagina and to gently use my fingers to make her cum. I would also kiss and suck her breasts. I suppose I could be described as ?oral? in my approach to sex. And I loved to kiss her all over. I mean all over, including her anus, which she likes me do.
Most men are nervous on their wedding day; not me. I wanted to be settled and to have a family; I wanted stability. On our wedding day, I went to the church by myself about an hour early. I just sat there absorbing everything; I wanted to remember it. When Lucinda walked down the aisle on her father's arm, I met her at the gate to the altar and whispered to her, "You look so beautiful today." Pretty obvious but still, I meant it; it was what I felt. When I kissed her for the first time as her husband, I said softly to her, "You've made this the happiest day of my life." I think that pleased her. Or maybe she really thought I was just corny.
I fucked Lucinda for the first time on our wedding night; and the second, third times, too. I couldn't get enough of her. I had known she was not a virgin; we had discussed that before our wedding. My reaction to that revelation was to say that I was glad at least one of us had some experience, though I was a little disappointed not be her "first" as she was for me. Of course, I worried about whether or not I measured up as a lover compared to her previous beaux. As is typical of me, I read up as much as I could about sex so as to be prepared for married life. It seemed to have paid off. We?re still attracted to each other and have, or maybe "had" if Lucinda's affairs were any indication, a satisfying intimate life. On the surface, we seemed much as we always were. Now, I was no longer so sure.
After a brief honeymoon, we traveled out to Madison, Wisconsin from central New York. I'd already completed one semester of graduate study at the University of Wisconsin. Lucinda started work as a nurse in a local hospital. She worked uncomplaining at a hard job to support us while I finished school. I will always be grateful for that. We have always considered each other equal partners in all aspects of our marriage. She also sacrificed 6 career years to stay home with our daughters. More than with her professional competence, good humor, and energy, I am impressed with Lucinda's kind instincts and her personal warmth. I can tend to be shy with people but she is comfortable in the role of putting people at ease. She is especially attentive to the needs of child patients and the elderly. I don't think it's at all condescending to say I'm proud of her. She is an impressive person and I love her very much.
On our twentieth wedding anniversary, we decided we'd go to the resort town of Sitges in Catalonia, Spain just south of Barcelona, a city we both enjoyed. Two months before, Lucinda had ended a love affair with someone I didn't know. She is a hospital administrator and he is a widowed plastic surgeon in town. She didn't know that I knew. I was still thinking about whether to tell her or not. I was also unsure whether to tell her that I knew about the previous two as well.
We checked into the Hotel Subur late in the morning and proceeded to nap as neither of us sleeps well on airplanes. It was nice to snuggle up against her. It was a lovely little room. It had balcony with a view of the Mediterranean. Everything about the room was sunny, airy, and light from the white painted furniture to the sheer curtains and the cream-colored area rug at the foot of the bed.
The atmosphere was relaxed and we began to unwind. We would spend ten days here, three days in Barcelona, and then return home, me to work on an article I was researching and she to the almost perpetual crisis of helping to run a major hospital in a mid-sized city. As a university professor, I could have had the pick of some very attractive students. Being rather reserved and perhaps overly concerned about ethics, I demurred, even when a few of them made overt offers to do "extra work" to bring up their grades. I can be very stubborn about some things and being faithful to my wife is one of them. Besides, I never wanted my daughters to have a father that was an adulterer. I wonder what they would think, though, if they'd learned their mother was an adulteress.
Part of the "problem" (if you can call it that) I was having with Lucinda's affairs is that my lust for her increased as her infidelities became clearer. I've always wanted to make love with her because I love her so much. I always let her decide when that would happen and where. Now, I wanted to fuck her when I wished and where I chose. This was different and would require some adjustment on both of our parts.
Lucinda's love affairs did not make me angry. I really was concerned more about her feelings than my own, mostly because I did not believe she didn't love me. Throughout our marriage, I always treated her respectfully. I encouraged her, for example, to get the master's degree in administration that led to her current well paying job (and her second affair). I wanted her to grow. No, annoyance with me wasn't likely why she "strayed." I think it was because she wanted something of her own. I pursued her, courted her, and as I mentioned, she might have married me because everyone said I was perfect for her. She may have thought that she was never going to find anyone better (not true) or maybe she couldn't think of a good reason not to do it (at least possibly the case). If she wasn't in love with me, that would have been reason enough to say "no" to my marriage proposal. She told me she loved me and that was enough for me. I never asked her about it again, maybe because I was afraid of the answer. I thought then that some things are better left alone. Now, I wouldn't be fazed by whatever the truth might be.
Later in the afternoon, Lucinda made her way down to the beach. It was clothing optional and she elected to go nude. I was glad as it showed me she was comfortable with herself. I'm always very protective of her. I also happen to love the way she looks. She is 5' 3" tall and could be described as "solid." Her thighs and calves are shapely and her breasts are very nice, C cup and 36 inches. Her waist is nicely proportioned. Her bottom is perfect: ample but tight and not too much for her short stature. Her hair is dark brown and Lucinda has been coloring what little gray she has since she passed 40. Her face is pretty with fine features and a delicate mouth. Her eyes are gray blue. I like her nipples and her small areolas. Her pussy lips, her labia minora, do not protrude; her labia majora covers them nicely and neatly. Her pubic hair is surprisingly thin textured, so different from her thick, dark, shoulder-length hair.
Because I dislike the sun, I elected to spend the afternoon at Museu Maricel, a local art museum. I thought about her under an umbrella reading her book and wondered if she collected any admiring glances; at her age and with so many younger women at this time of year, probably not so many. Perhaps some middle-aged men might look twice at her. They would wonder if they had a chance with her despite the wedding ring. They might, for all I knew. The tendency toward infidelity, an acquired taste such as for a piquant spice, might take hold. Still, I would not go to the beach to check up on her. Perhaps I enjoyed the possibility of her cheating too much to want to banish that curiously appealing fantasy, fact, rather, from my imagination. Or maybe I just wanted to avoid looking ridiculous. I should expect no sympathy; it is said that no one takes kindly to a cuckold.
When I returned around five o'clock, Lucinda was in our room, sitting on the bed in her bathrobe, just finishing up drying her hair after a shower. "How was the beach?" She turned to me and said over the noise of the dryer, "Ohhh, it was great! I needed some sun and some air. Is that for me?" I had picked up a wildflower bouquet. "Yes," I said and kissed her shoulder. As I turned to put the flowers in a glass of water, she stopped the dryer and, coming up from behind, put her arms around me.
"I missed you on the beach, today. I know you don't like the sun but I wished you were there alongside me." Lucinda hugged me.
"Are you sure? You know the effect seeing your body has on me," I said and crossed my hands over hers and squeezed them gently. I turned around to face her. "You know how much I love you, don't you?" My sex was stirring.
"Yes, I do," she said. "I know that very well; and it makes me very happy that you do."
"Really?"
"Yes, really," she said playfully. She said, "Oops!" as she let her bathrobe fall to the floor. She turned her face up to mine, and opened her lips for a kiss. My right hand caressed her breast while my left hand stroked her back all the way down to her bottom. Her skin was soft and warm. I then placed both hands on her tush and pulled her close against my now fully erect penis.
"Umm ..." she whispered as she reached between my legs, stroking the hard cock. "Is that for me, too?" she said, teasingly. "Maybe it's a good thing you weren't at the beach today!"
I stepped back, hurriedly undressing, as she sat back on the bed spreading her legs and touching her sex. She was already moist and glistening. I climbed next to her and took her left breast into my mouth. I gently sucked and kissed her nipple as she sighed and continued to massage her clitoris. I started to kiss her soft fragrant skin down the length of her belly to her luscious pussy. I gently removed her finger and began to lick her swollen, wet clitoris and her beautiful pussy lips. I positioned myself between her legs and felt her hair on my face and tasted her wetness. Lucinda moaned softly between gasps. I stroked her thighs as I sucked her clit. She was gushing now, getting closer to orgasm. I inserted a finger into her vagina and massaged the inside just above her clitoris. Her hips started moving urgently against my face as I rapidly moved my finger in and out of her sex. "Ahh!" she cried as she came. I removed my finger and gently licked her sensitive pussy, softly brushing against her 'love button? as she slowly came down from her climax.
Lucinda then reached down to my erection and stroked it thoughtfully and tenderly. As she bent forward to lick the shaft, I ran my fingers through her hair. It was much more emotional than I expected: I thought about her recent affair and whether or not it would make a difference to our marriage. She took the cock head into her mouth and began to simultaneously suck it gently and stroke the shaft vigorously. Always aroused by the visual, I watched, fascinated, as my wife serviced me. I thought of the shy, lovely girl I knew at 17 who would never have allowed a penis in her mouth and contemplated the voluptuous, sensuous woman she had become. The tip of her tongue flitted up and down the underside of the glans causing very pleasurable sensations. Most of the time, fellatio is the prologue to intercourse but this time I wanted her to take me over the edge into full, wet climax.
"Finish me. Suck me off," I panted.
Lucinda doubled her efforts. Combined with the slurping sounds of her sucking, the effects of her mouth and hands created a tremendous urgency as I gave way to my climax. I reached orgasm, spurting warm semen into her mouth to the accompaniment of her purring. The pleasure was beyond what I had previously experienced. My wife gives an excellent blowjob but this cumming was more intense than usual.
As my beautiful Lucinda raised her head, gulping down the semen and licking her lips, she smiled wide-eyed at me and said, "You really went off that time." I remember that I felt close to her at that moment. Perhaps it was the intimacy that comes with the mutual performance of oral sex and the bringing of one's lover to orgasm in all its sloppiness, slipperiness, and insensibility. Perhaps it was the knowledge that my wife had likely performed such an act upon other men that heightened the pleasure. I was not yet ready to discuss that with her. Sighing happily, I replied, "Yes, darling; you were amazing." I drew her into my arms, cuddled her saying, ?It was incredible. You should do that professionally." And we both laughed. "Hmm," she said, "maybe, but your reaction was different. I know you like it when I give you head, but I didn't think I had done anything different." I was more excited. I wasn't as tender and considerate as I usually am with her. It was different; I was different. The knowledge of her adultery changed things in a way I hadn't anticipated. I still wasn't sure what it meant.
I tenderly caressed her face and stroked her hair, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, and her lips. "I love you, Lucinda, with all my heart." "I love you, Charles." We went down to dinner. Back in our room, still pleasantly spent from our lovemaking, we fell asleep.
The next day we visited the old medieval section of Sitges together and had a seafood lunch in a small restaurant up the hill from the shore. We called our daughters before we left the hotel. At age 16 Charlotte was doing quite well without us. It was different for Joanna. She was still quite close to her mother. Their grandmother, Lucinda's mom, was there to make sure things were under control.
It was a very pleasant day. Though I don't normally like being out in the sun, it was nice to be together. I like traveling with Lucinda because we?re both concerned to avoid being typically American and "touristy." I like to think we respect and enjoy other cultures. We, at the very least, learn phrases in the language of the places we visit and do not expect everyone to speak English.
The old buildings were beautiful to see, especially the Sant Bartomeu i Santa Tecla de Sitges church. We had come at a time when there were no major events going on so it was not crowded. She takes the better photos so I left it to her to capture all we had seen, though she's happy to take the occasional suggestion from me about the composition of shots. She prefers to take the photos because she thinks that I take too many pictures of her and I think I don't take enough. We had a late dinner at the hotel after a dip in the pool. Our third floor room's balcony faced the Mediterranean, which provided us not only with a beautiful view but access to cool sea breezes in the evening. I took a quick shower; Lucinda decided to indulge in a warm bubble bath.
I was reading a book when she finally emerged in a white silk plunging neck T-shirt and black lace panties with her hair still up from the bath. She stretched out on the bed next to me and said,
"This was such a good idea for our anniversary. Can we move here?"
"Sure," I said. "You could be a nurse's aide at the local hospital emptying bed pans, I could get a job sweeping out the old church, and we could move Charlotte and Joanna next door to a European nude beach resort. Yeah, that could work."
She laughed. "OK," she said, "maybe not." She rolled off the bed and walked onto the balcony.
The sun had set and the stars were out. Lucinda grasped the railing and looked out to sea. I put down my book, turned off the light, and looked at her. Her shape, from behind, looked so lovely and so alluring. Inspired, I stripped off my T-shirt and sweat pants and coming up behind her pulled her panties down to her ankles. I laid my face against her bottom, kissing it as she stepped out of the underwear. Instead of turning her around or standing behind her and cupping her breasts, I knelt and with both hands parted her buttocks. I proceeded to lick and kiss the space between them, lingering to massage the puckered flesh of her anus with my tongue. "Ooh," she gasped and started to giggle and then to pant. I held the butt cheeks in my hands as I tried to push my tongue into my beautiful wife's clean asshole. Her buttocks felt warm and firm against my face and fragrant from the lavender-scented bathwater.
Enjoying the attention I was paying to her bottom, Lucinda let her hair down and took off her top. She took a step back and bent over slightly. I rose to my feet and bending slightly maneuvered my erect penis into her now wet pussy from behind. I thrust quickly and deeply, holding her hips to steady her. Her vaginal moisture started running down my urgently driving cock to my balls. With each thrust Lucinda emitted a soft moan. I delighted in gently bumping into her now moist anus. Her little purple star looked gorgeous between her quivering buttocks. Her hair was touched by the silvery moonlight and her breasts swayed with the pounding she was receiving. I was getting close to orgasm. "I'm going to shoot it up your pussy hole," I whispered harshly. "Yes! Fuck me and cum in me," she urged quietly. "Shoot it! Shoot it!" "OK, darling, here I come!" I fired off a load of warm semen into my wife's hairy cunt. "Ughh!" was all I could utter before withdrawing my now sensitive cock from her hot, slippery tunnel.
As she turned to face me, I quickly went inside for a thick blanket and spread it on the balcony. Kneeling again, I took her hand and gently positioned her on elbows and knees on the blanket. Putting my nose into her asshole, I started licking her pussy and sucking on the lips from behind. I moved lower and began to reach her clitoris. I spread her labia apart and started sucking the clit like she does with my cock. She moaned louder. I knew people were likely to hear us and maybe see us on the balcony but I couldn't stop. As I did so, I thought, Would your other lovers have eaten your pussy so urgently in the Mediterranean moonlight? I could taste my own cum now, leaking out of her vagina. Lucinda was cumming. Her body was shaking and she was whimpering. As she climaxed, I ran my tongue over her asshole again. My darling collapsed on the blanket.
Someone, somewhere, clapped, someone giggled, and we heard someone say, "Bravo!" which made us both laugh. She was smiling as I lay next to her, both of us naked and breathing hard in the moonlight. "Charles," she said. "You've never fucked me that way before." "Really?" I said disingenuously. "Yes, really," she said; and then salaciously, "Not that I'm complaining."
We got up and readied ourselves for bed and then lay back down together. "That was really nice," Lucinda said.
"Mmm ... it was," I replied.
"Charles ...
"Yes ..."
" ... why is this different? Is it my imagination or ... what?" She looked at me quizzically. I sighed and then blurted out, almost without thinking:"Maybe it's because of your affair with Bruce Clemens. The one you stopped two months ago."
Lucinda stared at me, dumbfounded. Finally finding her voice she said weakly, "How did you know?"
"It was five months ago that I saw the two of you kissing in front of that sushi restaurant on North 4th Street. I would never have been in that part of town at that time of day except that Greg Fischer asked me to drop him off at a garage near by to pick up his car. I was stopped at the light on that corner and I saw you walk out of the restaurant. I was going to stop and call to you but then I saw Clemens walk out the door and the two of you kissed before walking in opposite directions. I was ... I don't know ... stunned, I suppose."
She just looked at me, saying nothing. I went on: "Before that, I had noticed other things. There were changes in your routine, working later more often on specific days, and you had a greater interest in sex. So, I put all these things together and gradually understood. Seeing the two of you together confirmed what I was feeling. Then I knew you had had at least one other affair."
"Oh, Charles; I ... I don't know what to say. You must be so angry. Please believe me; I never wanted to hurt you." She turned away from me. "You must hate me." And she buried her face in one of the pillows.
"Lucinda. How could I hate you? Don't ever think that." I moved close to her, putting my arms around her shoulder and kissing her neck as she began to cry. "I love you more than anything or anyone. I'm not angry, darling. I've just been wondering why you did it and if there was something I could have done for you that I wasn't doing."
"Oh, no; Charles, it's nothing you did or didn't do," as she turned her tear-stained face to me, "It's just me ... I don't know. I felt I needed the attention from someone other than you. I don't know how else to explain it. I didn't feel that you took me for granted, exactly, but I knew you would love me no matter how old or ugly I got. Please don't be angry that I said that."
"Lucinda, believe me, I'm not angry." Perhaps I should have been, but I was not. I was sad for her. I had her sit up. I took her in my arms and let her lean her head on my shoulder.
"I suppose I was susceptible to the flattery, to the desire of someone else," she said through her tears. Lifting her head and meeting my eyes, she said, "But you said nothing about it. You gave nothing away. I wasn't aware of anything different in your attitude or anything."
"Do you remember the film, 'A Brief Encounter,' when Celia Johnson is going through the breakup of her affair with Trevor Howard?" I said, referring to a film familiar to us both. "Do you remember her husband, Fred? It seemed he was blissfully unaware of everything and we hear his wife's thoughts referring to him a bit condescendingly as 'dear Fred' and describing him as clueless? Well, in the end it was revealed that Fred knew everything because he knew her. I knew you and I thought it would work itself out. I was worried for a long time about this. I didn't know what I would do if you left me. Another reason why I didn't want to confront you was for fear that it might precipitate a break up."
Lucinda reached over and took my hand. She kissed it and said, "I would never leave you. I just hope you won't leave me because of this or kick me out. I hope you'll forgive me and please know that I've never stopped loving you."
I took my hand back but only to stroke her hair with it and to caress her cheek. "I suppose I should be indignant and angry and act betrayed but I don't feel that way at all. Look, Lucinda, I really love you. I would like to think that this infidelity is nothing and that our marriage, our love, is stronger than that. Is it? I mean, from your point of view."
"Yes, Charles, yes it is." She took my hand back and kissed it again. We were silent for a while. Then she said, "You know, for a time I thought you were having affairs with your students."
"What?!" I said, really surprised. "What made you think that?"
"Just my stupid imagination and ... oh, I've had some friends, acquaintances really, that said "Of course he's fooling around with his students. They all do! I have to admit that I thought it might be true." She looked sheepish as she said that.
"Lucinda, you should know that I would never do that because first of all I love you so much that I would never risk hurting you. Second of all, it is highly unethical for teachers to be involved with students. Some people don't think so, of course, but I've never taken advantage of any of my students. And third, I have Charlotte and Joanna to think of. I would be disgraced before them. So that's why you used to visit my office unannounced. You were checking up on me."
"I'm sorry. Yes, I was. I can tell you I was glad not to have caught you in a compromised position but on a couple of occasions I imagined you eating out some pretty blonde coed stretched out on the desk in your little office." She raised her eyebrows and half smiled. "I must admit, the thought of it turned me on. But I didn't have sex with other men for revenge," Lucinda said. "It was for the sex and because it was thrilling to have the attention. You know I've never really thought of myself as attractive. It didn't matter so much until I started getting compliments on how well I looked for a woman over 40. However nice that is on the surface, it's another reminder that time is running out." I admitted I hadn't thought of that, how aging would affect her.
"If I did look good, it was partially because you helped me to stay fit and eat right. And maybe that's part of the problem. I started feeling as if I were your creation in some ways. It's not your fault but I started to resent you, maybe a tiny bit. I wanted some achievement on my own. I also saw myself differently, too. I was more confident. I could compete with women my own age and some a bit younger. Vanity, I know, but when you've been a fat girl and suddenly you?re not ... well, the temptation to take advantage of that was pretty strong. Every girl likes attention and to have a fuss made over her. That made me think I had missed out on something when I was younger and maybe I could have it now. I know that seems silly but ... well, I don't have another reason."
"I don't think it's silly at all," I replied. I said, very gently, "I've always been smitten with you. I hoped that would make you see how beautiful you were because I knew you didn't think you were. I'm sorry you saw me as a Pygmalion to your Galatea."
She said, "I know you didn't mean to but it irked me, finally." She looked at me directly and said, "I also started to wonder why you loved me if you weren't at all ambitious, erotically speaking. I realized that you'd married me because I was safe, that I wouldn't stray because no one else would have me and because everyone would think I was crazy to cheat on you. You must admit that's at least partially true."
"I thought of that possibility and it embarrassed me to think that it might be true so I banished it from my thoughts. I knew I loved you; I didn't think too much beyond that. I guess I should have."
She took my hand and said, "Look, I'm not blaming you. So much of this is bound up with the way we're conditioned to think about ourselves from when we're young. I was a fat girl, I was undesirable, and I was made to believe it was my fault. Then you came along and thrilled me, plucked me from social obscurity, and gave me some standing among other things. That's not a small thing considering the snake pit that high school can be. The flip side of that, however, is feeling as though I owed you something that I could not repay. I thought, 'My husband is beautiful and I'm not.' That's not a nice feeling."
Touched and somewhat chagrined by what she said, I squeezed her hand. "I'm sorry that you felt that way. I'm not sure what else I should have done ..."
"Charles, you try very hard to do the right thing and you're always responsible. You do everything a husband should do and more. Sometimes, though, it's too much."
I looked down at the pattern on the wood floor. She went on, "But that's not an excuse for deceiving you and hurting you. I'm sorry. Can you forgive me?"
I looked up at her and said, "Lucinda, I love you. I have loved you for a long time. When I suspected you were having love affairs, I didn't do anything to stop you. I respected your privacy. Even though we're married, I don't own you. I left it up to you although, as said, I was frightened. If you'd left me, I would have been crushed."
Lucinda put her arms around me and pressed her face to my chest. "I'd never leave you," she said. "You're my husband. I love you."
We sat in silence for a few minutes. Then, Lucinda said, "So, where do we go from here?"
After thinking for a moment I replied, "We go on together, I hope. I'm glad you were able to tell me what happened and why ..."
"And I'm glad you trusted me. Or at least didn't interfere when you had every right to."
"... and about how you felt all these years about us."
She put her arms around me, now. "I didn't mean to be so critical. You love me, I know that, and you respect me; I know that, too. But having those affairs made me feel alive and very sexy, very desirable and I needed that. Can you understand?"
"Yes, darling, I can," I said. I didn't say, "But no matter the reason, you find sex with me to be boring," which is how I felt.
I said to her, "How many were there, by the way?"
Lucinda looked sheepish as she tried to pull her shoulders up over her ears as she said in a very small voice, "Two ... er, three. Sorry."
We lay there quietly, thinking about what we said for a long time. "You asked tonight what had gotten into me. Well, I know exactly what it was. I was turned on by the image of you with another man. The thought of you sucking someone else's cock or on your hands and knees being fucked from behind ... it really made me so hot for you."
"Really?" she said.
I looked deep into her eyes and said, "I would love to see you fucking someone else. I would really like to see you on your knees sucking someone else's cock or sitting on top of some guy fucking yourself on his prick." I smiled. "I guess I appreciate your sexuality more than you think."
Lucinda turned very serious. "So, you really do still love me? And you're turned on by my fucking someone else?"
"Yes, darling, I do love you and I really am turned on by you. I hope you still want sex with me."
"Of course I do," she said. "I love our sex life. I just needed something else, something more ... but I always need you and want you."
She opened her eyes wider and said, "Let me show you how much." Lucinda moved closer to me and I suddenly started to get very hard. She grasped my penis while she tenderly kissed me. I held her face in my hands and thrust my tongue into her mouth. We French kissed for a bit before Lucinda went down on me. It was so erotic to see her head bobbing up and down on my cock. I was enjoying it but I didn't want to cum this way. "Lucinda," I said, "let me fuck you in the ass. Give me your anus."
She stopped sucking me, bounded off the bed, and dashed into the bathroom. I heard the water running and knew she was cleaning herself. She returned a moment later with a tube of lubricant. She climbed back onto the bed, handed me the lube, and turned her asshole to me and said, "Get me ready." I immediately stuck my tongue into her gorgeous butthole. Lucinda's anal flesh is dark red like a wine stain. It looks like a dark sunburst with a tiny slit running up and down where it closes.
I had only infrequently fucked her in the ass. Each time it seemed to go OK, but I worried that she didn't like it but wouldn't say so. Because of that, I didn't suggest it very often. But now, I wanted her that way and it was clear that she was willing to comply, to give something to me. I stopped giving her a rim job and squeezed some lubricant onto her already slick asshole. I gently ran a slippery finger around the hole and very gradually started pressing in against it. Then I managed to carefully insert the whole thing. I stopped moving it around to give her a break and let her get used to feeling something in that warm, private, forbidden place. Little by little she loosened up. Her butthole relaxed and I was able to fit two fingers into it. "Start playing with your clit," I told her.
As she diddled herself, I started moving the two fingers in and out of her beautiful anus. Rich with nerve endings, I think the female anus is highly erotic and much neglected. My darling reacted by remaining still. I had her lie down with a pillow underneath her hips. I kissed her lovely ass cheeks, put some lube on my turgid cock, and started to enter her. The cock head pressed against her opening; I watched it disappear into her dark entrance. "Oh!" she said as it popped in through her sphincter. "Did that hurt, darling?" "No, it's OK. Keep going ... but slowly." I lay on top of her letting the shaft enter her a bit at a time. I kissed the back of her neck and nibbled on her ear.
Finally, I said to her, "I'm all the way in."
Lucinda said, "It feels OK. It doesn't hurt."
I started the slow fucking motion, feeling the smoothness of her rectum as I plundered her "back door."
"Oh, God! You're fucking my asshole!" she cried into the pillow as I moved faster and thrust harder. "Give it to me," she said huskily. "Cum up my ass!? I slid in and out of her tight bottom and felt my orgasm coming on. With one last push I drove deep into her rectum and shot my load. It was an incredible feeling to cream in my wife's ass with her sphincter gripping the base of my cock. I had fucked Lucinda's asshole. I had taken my pleasure from her, I thought as I removed my slippery cock, dripping semen, from her now gaping anus.
Lucinda was breathing hard. "Ahh ..." she said. "That turned me on; really. Even though it was a little snug, it didn't hurt."
I hugged her shoulders and kissed her cheek. "I really liked that. Thank you for doing that, sweetheart." I reached down to her moist asshole and stroked it, lightly, with my finger.
She giggled and said, "It was my pleasure; it made me feel naughty, taking a cock up my ass!" We laughed together.
Exhausted, we fell asleep. I woke up a few hours later, needing to pee. Lucinda was sleeping soundly, curled up with her back to me facing the balcony. Before I returned to bed, I sat in the wicker chair by the sliding glass doors for few minutes just watching her pretty face in the moonlight. My beautiful wife: I loved to look at her. Her affairs were out in the open. Neither of us was afraid of them any more. We were more open to each other than we had ever been. But what would all this mean? Where would it go?
"I'm sorry for cheating on you. No matter how you feel about it, it wasn't right. I shouldn't have deceived you." Lucinda had awakened and looked over at me. The sun was streaming in through the sliding glass door to the balcony.
Leaning on one elbow I shrugged my shoulder and said, "Well, next time you'll just have to let me know. Then I won't be deceived. Look, sweetheart: you were unhappy. You did something to feel better. I wish you had told me, though. Before I was your boyfriend and finally your husband, I was your friend. Please let me be a friend to you when you need it. There shouldn't be anything we cannot tell each other."
Lucinda replied, "You really mean that, don't you?"
"Yes, I do; I don't want anything putting distance between us. I'm your husband but as I said, I don't own your genitals. I love you; I want you to be happy. And I have my own needs and desires. Just because I've never been with another woman doesn't mean I'm not susceptible to those kinds of feelings." Lucinda listened intently. "I'll tell you something I wouldn't normally have told you. Two years ago I fell in love with another woman. She was a Canadian graduate student in bio-chemistry, in Jane Cresswell's department. I met her one day when I dropped off a journal I had borrowed from Jane. Her name was Jennifer Anderson. She was slim, small-breasted, and blonde; her face was lightly freckled around the bridge of her nose. There was just something about her that got to me. I found excuses to run into her for about two months. That was as long as it lasted. It didn't mean that I stopped loving you; not at all. But, it was something that happened and it made me feel guilty."
She put her arms around me and buried her face in my neck. "I love you so much, Charles. I'm glad you still love me."
"And I'm glad you still love me. I wasn't sure, you know."
"Well, now you can just ask me if you're not sure. I know I can be truthful with you. I'm sorry I doubted that," she said.
I kissed her lips and asked, "Are you going to the beach today?"
"No, I thought I would but now I think maybe we should spend the day together."
We showered and went to breakfast. As we were seated in the hotel restaurant, Lucinda said, "Tell me more about Jennifer."
"Well," I answered, "there isn't anything to tell. She was not a woman you'd expect I'd be attracted to. I'm attracted to you; I love your body type, your dark hair, not blondes. Not normally, anyway. I can only wonder where it came from." I shrugged.
Lucinda looked out to sea and then said, "Something interesting happened at the beach the other day."
She was silent for a moment and then said, "I got to the beach, chose a spot, took off my swimsuit, and set up with my beach chair. I had my sun hat; I had my sunscreen on and was reading a book. I glanced over to my right and saw a couple; they must have been in their mid-thirties. The man's back was to me with the woman facing him. He was already nude but she wasn't completely and she had on a large sun hat and sunglasses. What caught my attention was that I saw the woman look all around and then drop her head down in front of him and I wondered, 'What is she doing?' Then I thought 'Oh! Is she kissing or sucking his penis?' She would come up quickly. She did this couple of times and then she looked around and started moving her arm up and down, carefully as if she were pretending that she was doing something else, you know what I mean? But she was jerking him off! I saw him arch his back slightly and then she stopped. She pulled out a towel to wipe her hands. They both laughed. He waited a bit and then went into the water. The woman saw me looking at them; I was a little embarrassed but she just smiled. So I smiled back. I suppose that made me complicit."
She took a sip of her orange juice. "I thought that was pretty daring and pretty arousing. I certainly wasn't offended. I went back to my reading and a minute later, the woman came over to me and introduced herself. Her name was Gwen, the man was Francis and they were vacationing from Suffolk in England. She said to me, 'my husband isn't coming back for awhile, would you do me a favor and put some sunscreen on my back?" I said, 'Yes,' and she stood up and took off her suit top and bottom. I saw that she was shaved. She sat with her back to me and I started putting the lotion on her and rubbing it in. She had a nice body. As I rubbed, she said, 'That feels nice. You have good, strong hands. Would you do my bum and the back of my legs, as well?' I must have gulped when I said, 'Sure!' I was a little nervous but was starting to find this interesting."
I found this story arousing and entrancing. "So she was coming on to you, then?"
"Yes, she was. She said to me, 'I hope you didn't mind my tossing my husband off. He was getting hard and ... well, we're both fairly open about such things and maybe more than a little brazen. Anyway, I hope you weren't offended.' I told her, 'Not at all. I enjoyed the performance!' I couldn't believe I said that but we both laughed. 'Good,' she said. 'I suppose I'm a bit of an exhibitionist.' This talk of sex was getting me horny. As I applied the sunscreen to her ass, I let my hand stray down between her legs to her shaved pussy. She opened her legs as if it were the most natural thing in the world!"
The waiter came with our food. After he left, Lucinda continued: "I felt daring and thought I should try bringing Gwen off the way she brought off her husband. So I massaged her clit while she struggled to keep quiet." Her eyes opened wide as she said, "I can't believe I did that!"
"Wow ... me either ... Lucinda ... I never thought you were interested in women."
"Well, I could be, I guess, if the situation called for it; like it did the other day with Gwen."
I was interested to hear what else happened, if anything. "What did you do after that?"
"Well, after she came, Gwen thanked me by kissing me on the lips and taking my finger and sucking it clean. I was shocked, but I must say I liked it. We talked about things, mostly about sex. She and her husband swing. She asked about us."
"What did you tell her?" I asked.
"I told her we had a good sex life even though it was a shade too predictable."
I frowned.
"I'm sorry, darling;" Lucinda said, "I know I shouldn't have said that."
"That's OK, I guess," I said a bit grumpily.
"It's just that being nude and touching another woman and talking as we were about sex made it all just tumble out! I guess that's the effect it had on me."
I said quietly to her, "Well It's certainly having an effect on me!"
"Poor baby!" She whispered, "I'll give you a blowjob when we get back to our room."
I raced through the rest of my breakfast and went to the desk for the bill, not wanting to wait for our server.
Back in our room, Lucinda continued her story about the English couple. "Since we have been more open about sex, I thought I should tell you that I took up Gwen's offer to go back to their room with them."
I was half undressed when she said this. I stopped dead. "really? Wow!?
She kissed me and said, "Do you want to hear what happened next?"
Becoming very hard I said, "I certainly do!"
As she took off her dress and thong, Lucinda said, "Back in their room, Gwen led me to the shower to wash off the sunscreen. After soaping me all over and then rinsing me, we dried off as quickly as possible. As we stepped into the bedroom, Gwen immediately stuck her tongue in my mouth while she put her hand on my pussy. We fell onto their bed locked in an embrace. I put my hands on her ass and held her tight. While we were doing this, Francis put his erection into Gwen's pussy and started fucking her. Gwen kept on exploring my body with her hands. As her husband stated pumping her harder, she said, 'Wait, Francis. Don't finish in me; you still have to service Lucinda.' She rolled off of me as Francis hovered with his hard cock covered in the moisture from Gwen's sex."
At this point, I made Lucinda bend over. As I entered her pussy with my penis, I told her, "Keep going. Tell me about the fucking you got."
"Well," she said between gasps, "Gwen started sucking my tits while Francis fucked me. Oh, sweetheart, that's good ... I was so turned on I came just before he finished. As he withdrew, Gwen started kissing my thighs. She turned me over and started eating my anus. I was delirious! ... Yes, darling, fuck me ... I asked Gwen to sit on my face. I ate her cunt, a first for me, and fingered her asshole ... Oh, Charles! I love you so much!"
Hearing that and visualizing it took me over the edge. "Lucinda, I'm coming!" I shouted as I shot my cum into my wife's twat, straining hard to pour every drop into her warm, soft, pussy. I fell onto the bed next to my now reclining wife. Lucinda didn't wait for me to lick her but started masturbating, using my semen as a lubricant. I loved watching her work her clit. She went off pretty quickly. I held her hand as she luxuriated in her climax. "Charles, that was wonderful!"
She turned to me, smiled sweetly, and said, "Francis and Gwen invited us to swing with them tomorrow evening."
The idea of being with another couple was intriguing but a bit daunting as well. I had never been with any woman other than Lucinda. I mentioned earlier that I had a thing about being faithful to my wife. Now I was supposed to just set that idea aside. I discussed this with her.
"Charles, I love you very much, but I've found that I like having a variety of partners. My hope is that now you will, too. I want us to have this adventure together. And I want to see you fuck another woman."
"OK; and I want to see you fuck another man."
"You'll like Gwen; she's a redhead with beautiful tits and a shaved pussy. I think you're going to enjoy this."
"Hmm ... I guess ..." I wasn't too sure about this but if Lucinda had her heart set on it, I would not disappoint her. Maybe I was being a bit too stodgy. After all, the worst that could happen was that I would get laid while occupying a front row seat for a pornographic film starring my wife.
Standing on the patio at the hotel bar, I saw them even before Lucinda pointed them out. Gwen was, indeed, gorgeous. She had a beautiful, freckled face, thick auburn hair, very shapely legs, and big breasts. Francis was around five feet ten or so and very fit looking. I was certainly glad that I stay in good condition; I wanted Lucinda to be proud of me. When introduced, Gwen and Francis were warm and friendly and quickly put us at ease. Gwen said, "Well, Lucinda, your husband is every bit as handsome in person as in his photos." I blushed slightly and Lucinda squeezed my hand. We chatted a bit about ourselves. I was desperately masking my mix of nervousness and excitement. Gwen and Francis sensed this straight away. Francis said, "Why don't we go for stroll. The night air is very nice this evening." He politely took Lucinda's arm as Gwen slipped hers through mine and we left the bar.
Gwen spoke first as Francis and Lucinda went on ahead along the tree lined walk. "This puts you at a disadvantage in two ways, doesn't it?" "What do you mean?" I replied. "Well, Francis and I have done this for quite some time whilst you and Lucinda have never done this, right?" "Yes," I said. Gwen continued, "And, of course, the three of us have already 'gotten acquainted,' so to speak." "Uh, yes, right again," I said. Gwen stopped and stood in front of me. "Look, Charles, if you feel pushed into this, don't do it. The four of us can have a nice little visit, go for another drink, and then say goodnight. Don't do anything you don't want to do." I just looked down at her sandals and nodded my head. She went on, "Lucinda is beautiful and sensual. She seems to be just coming out of her shell; she's very enthusiastic. You, on the other hand, strike me as very reserved; almost English! Am I right?" She smiled and it caused me to grin sheepishly. "You're 'spot on,' as the English say," I replied, which made her laugh delightedly. I spoke seriously now when I said, "I love her so much, Gwen. I want her to be happy. She is developing a greater awareness of her sexuality and her attractiveness. I've always been mad for her but that's not helped her become more confident. Did she tell you that I've loved her since we were sixteen years old?" "No, she didn't," Gwen said, touching my arm lightly. "I think that's so romantic!"
We strolled on. Gwen said, "Are you afraid to disappoint her this evening?" I nodded my head and sighed. "Yes, I am." "Charles, what do you want? Lucinda obviously wants not only to have sex with us but she wants you to see her doing it. She wants her husband to see her being loved and desired by three people at once. She also wants to see you being loved by me." I mulled over what she said. "Yes, you're right about that." "All right then," she said, "but what does that mean for you? I want you and I hope you want me. Is that appealing to you?" It was. "Gwen, I must tell you something: I've never been with any other woman but Lucinda." "Ah, that explains a lot," she said and cocked her head at me. "Don't you think it's time?" I reached for her hand, kissed it, and said, "Yes, I do." Gwen smiled and kissed me passionately under a tree by a park bench. I noticed farther up the path that Francis was kissing Lucinda while caressing her between her legs.
When we arrived at their room, Gwen was first out of her dress. She had on a turquoise thong and bra. Her skin had only the beginning of a tan from her beach visit and contrasted with her rich, dark red hair. Lucinda was on her knees in front of Francis, already sucking his cock. They hadn't wasted any time! When I turned back Gwen had removed her bra and was stepping out of her thong. Her bald pussy was fascinating, beautiful. I was getting hard looking at her and anticipating the evening's pleasure. I wanted Gwen and I was very glad to be there. I took off my clothes and approached her. The look on her face said she approved of what she saw. I took her in my arms and kissed her. My hands grasped her lovely, firm bottom. I ran my hands up and down her back and sides. My jutting penis bumped her belly. I took her breast into my mouth and then sank to my knees. I wanted a better view of her hairless cunt. I also wanted to smell it, taste it, and feel it against my face and on my lips. As I licked between the soft folds of her pussy flesh, Gwen sighed, put her hands on my shoulders, and tossed her head back. She smelled musky, with a faint seashell scent. At the same time, Francis was positioning Lucinda on her hands and knees. He then knelt and began eating her pussy from behind. Lucinda's face was beatific. This was clearly her element, now. I was glad: she was "center stage" as she deserved to be.
Gwen dropped down to her knees. Before she kissed me, she looked over her shoulder at her husband and my wife copulating behind her. She turned back and smiled at me. Then she got down on her elbows and started fellating me. She was an expert cocksucker. She licked my scrotum and gently, teasingly, stroked the shaft with expert fingers. I had closed my eyes when she popped the head between her lips and proceeded to suck and stroke my erection. I interlaced my fingers behind her head as she bobbed up and down the length of my cock. She stopped abruptly and, standing took my hand and led me to the bed.
Lucinda was on her back now with Francis on top of her, their lips locked in a passionate kiss as he ground his swollen rod into her vagina. Gwen laid me on my back and mounted me, guiding my erection into her waiting quim. This was the first time I'd had intercourse with a woman other than Lucinda. She was smooth, wet, soft, and warm. She started with long, slow strokes up and down. I reached up to grasp her lovely, full breasts. I ran my hands along her sides and tenderly touched her face. This made her stop and lying astride me, began kissing me. She slipped off my cock and bid me get on top of her. I eagerly positioned myself between her lovely, long legs and pushed the cock head into her wet opening. She let out a moan when I buried myself to the hilt in her. I fucked Gwen hard until she came with a loud "Ughh ... ohh! Yes! Oh!" I soon followed with a glorious cum shot deep in her luscious pussy.
I suddenly noticed Lucinda's moans and then Francis's gasp as he, too, came. They joined us on the bed, Francis caressing his wife and Lucinda, smiling and happy, put her arms around me and buried her face in my chest. I held her close and said, "I adore you." "Oh, Charles, I love you so much!" Gwen and Francis were looking at us and burst out laughing. "Bravo!" they said, "Good for the both of you." Lucinda and I smiled almost shyly.
Suddenly aroused, I turned Lucinda over and mounted her for intercourse. She laughed and thrust her hips up to meet my hardened cock and threw her head back when it hit home! I banged Lucinda hard and fast. "Yes, fuck me! Fuck me!" she cried. When she orgasmed, she pulled me down on top of her. I soon creamed in her hot, cum-filled pussy. We were both exhausted at that point. Gwen stood up and started putting on her clothes. "Come on, then, Charles," she said, smoothing her hair. "We're going back to your room." I looked at Lucinda, who smiled and shrugged. I kissed her and jumped out of bed to follow Gwen. As we walked out the door, I looked back to see Francis holding Lucinda in his arms and kissing her breasts.
"When we arrived at Lucinda's and my room, Gwen wasted no time in stripping. ?Charles," she said nonchalantly, "would you lick me to orgasm?" She sat back in an easy chair casually throwing one leg over the arm. I knelt on the floor before her and started kissing the insides of her thighs. I ran my middle finger lightly from her anus to her clitoris. I slid the finger into her wet box. It emerged with my semen, which I proceeded to smear on her pussy lips.
I leaned over the chair and kissed her upturned face. I traced a finger from her lips down between her breasts across her belly to her pubic mound. I lightly tickled her clitoris. "Umm ..." she said. "Lucinda's taught you well." "Or I've spoiled her," I said. "Yes, I could well believe it," she said. "Umm ... yes. That's it." I gently nibbled on her outer pussy lips, licking around the rim and stopping now and then to suck some of the warm, soft, wet flesh. She smelled liked she'd been having sex and tasted like it, too. I licked her clit with soft, feathery, flicks of my tongue. The honey poured from her snatch. I paused only long enough to stick my tongue into the vagina as deep as it would go. Gwen gripped the arms of the chair tightly. I could feel her starting to come. I now started sucking the clitoris quickly and hard. She cried out as she climaxed. I kept my tongue moving slowly and languidly over her cunt while I gripped her buttocks. She ran her fingers through my hair a couple of times and finally settled back to catch her breath. I stayed at her feet kissing her knees and admiring her beauty.
As she opened her eyes, I was undressing. I lifted her to her feet and we made our way to the bed. I held Gwen in my arms and kissed the top of her head. She spoke first: "You really enjoy giving pleasure to a woman. Lucinda is lucky and she actually knows it." "Oh, really," I said, laughing. "She told me the other day that you are the standard by which she had judged her lovers and none quite made the grade."
I was surprised to hear this. I had no one to whom I could compare Lucinda; except now, of course, since having been with Gwen. I said to her, "Gwen, it was wonderful being with you," She arched an eyebrow. "Well, don't put it in the past tense; we're not through yet." "I'm sorry; it is nice being with you." Gwen stretched out her arms and legs and turned over onto her stomach. "So how do you find your first swinging experience?" she inquired.
"I like it. It's thrilling, but I'm not sure that I would have entered into it if I hadn't learned of Lucinda's affairs."
"Fair enough," she said. "I can tell you that I enjoyed your cock. And your tongue! Christ, you really know how to eat a girl's pussy!" "Believe me, Gwen, when I say the pleasure was all mine. You turn me on tremendously. You are incredibly beautiful and extraordinarily sensual. Francis is a lucky man."
"We're well matched," she said. "Neither of us is the jealous type; and I think we'd be bored if we only had sex with each other. Besides I like both sexes." "Yes, Lucinda told me about the incident on the beach with the sunscreen." She laughed. "Yes, well it was a bit obvious but your wife didn't shy away. Unless I'm mistaken, that was her first time." I said, "Yes, you're right. It's a part of her that you've apparently awakened." "I intend to seduce your wife this week," she said. "Before I met Francis, I was in a lesbian relationship for two years. The problem is that I cannot be limited to just one sex." I answered, "Nor should you; and it doesn't seem like much of a problem." She laughed. "No, I suppose not."
While we were talking, I casually reached over and started to stroke Gwen's lovely bottom. I lazily snaked a finger into the softness between her legs and felt the slippery cum leaking out. I started to become hard again. "Lie on your back," Gwen said. I complied and she knelt between my legs and began to rub my now-throbbing cock. She said, "Do you like deep throat blow jobs?" I told her I'd never received one. She wordlessly bent her head down and proceeded to swallow my entire penis. She briefly held it there, bumping the head on the back of her throat. The effect was incredible. It was like watching a sword swallower at a fair. Gwen expertly sucked and stroked my cock until I was about to explode. Sensing this, she took it deeply again, all the way to the hilt, and let it shoot. I was thrusting my hips upward as I cummed, Gwen kept the penis down her throat until she no longer felt the rush of semen. She then withdrew the spent member, gulped down the remaining semen, and asked, "Did you like that?" I replied, "It was marvelous. Can you teach Lucinda to do that?" Gwen laughed and said, "I would imagine Francis to be a better teacher of that for her."
Gwen then said, "Speaking of our spouses, Francis told me before this evening that he was hoping to have anal sex with Lucinda. What are his chances?"
I said to her, "I think his chances are excellent. I fucked her in the ass myself last night. He should find her accommodating. She's turning into quite the accomplished analist."
Gwen looked at me and said, "I like it up the bum myself every now and then. Once you've recovered, would you care to give it go?"
"Gwen," I said, "I would love to lick and fuck your very inviting asshole."
"Well then," she answered, "you can start right away." She positioned herself on all fours with her ass in my direction. "I want you to tongue fuck me in the ass to start. Would that be all right?"
I said to her, "With pleasure" and spreading her ass cheeks proceeded to lick all around her lovely pink rosebud. I couldn't resist teasing her by lightly touching her anus with the tip of my tongue and rubbing her clitoris at the same time.
"Ohh ... that's lovely," she sighed. I then grabbed her hips and buried my tongue as deep as I could into her asshole. I pushed my tongue in and out, trying to open up her back door. She took over manipulating her clit. She rubbed it quickly and vigorously and soon was orgasming with my tongue up her ass. Gwen fell down on her face and groaned. She was still spasming from her climax. I lay beside her, stroking her back and bottom. I then ran my fingers through her thick auburn hair. After a few minutes, Gwen slid from the bed and walked into the bathroom. "Just going to tidy up ... and to lubricate," she said with a wink.
I was kneeling on the bed stroking my hardening penis in anticipation when Gwen returned. "I can help with that," she said. She proceeded to get onto her elbows and knees in front of me. Gwen began to suck me into a very hard erection. She then said, "I like to start from on top, if that's all right."
I lay back on the bed as she straddled me. She took my penis in her hand and guided it up into her glistening anus and through the sphincter. She eased herself down on the cock as the head passed into her rectum. It was tight, slippery, and warm. I made a mental note to take Lucinda in this way. Gwen started moving up and down on my boner. She was literally jerking me off with her anus. I was beyond maintaining control and came lustily in her beautiful ass. I loved the thought of having coated her rectum with semen. I anticipated the leaking of it later on. I hoped it would stain her panties. "You didn't give me chance to change positions," she said. "I guess you must have enjoyed it adequately, though." I sighed and said, "I've never experienced anything quite like it. You're spoiling me, you know."
Gwen and I were lying in bed, cuddling (a very strange thing for me to be doing, I thought) when I mentioned to her that I was thinking about Lucinda and missing her. "If you are, you should do something about it. Call her on the telephone or go to the room. Francis and I won't mind. That's between the two of you. Just one thing, though: if you two haven't worked all this out beforehand, you may be in for a rude surprise when you are each feeling and acting in ways you don't expect."
"Yes," I said. "It's probably better not to risk straining things right now." Gwen nodded and said, "You're probably correct." I looked at Gwen carefully and said, "You've clearly thought this through. How did that come about?" She propped herself up on one elbow and said, "I'm a sociologist, I actually teach and conduct research from University Campus Suffolk, School for the Social Sciences."
"What a coincidence; I teach the history of science at the University of Wisconsin."
"Well, well," she said, "looks like we're in the same racket, as you Americans say. And you haven't treated the coeds to that lovely prick and talented tongue ... oh dear, what a waste." We both laughed.
"So," she continued, "among other things, I get to survey people about their habits and lifestyles. I got interested in alternative lifestyles from an academic point of view. The more I interviewed people and the more I read other research findings, the more I was convinced that it was something I needed to try. I told you I had a steady lesbian lover, Anna, for two years. That was the result of my wanting to experiment. Anna and I broke up because she wanted a monogamous relationship and I was moving farther and farther away from that. She was, and is, very dear to me but I needed cock as well as pussy and other pussy in addition to hers. She just couldn't handle that. She's leading a settled life with a lovely, young children's book illustrator named Sybil. It suits her. Anyway, I learned a lot about the 'ground rules' that people set for themselves to keep everything in bounds. A swinging lifestyle is like any other: it takes work to make it work, just like a conventional marriage."
I listened intently to Gwen, fascinated by this intelligent and beautiful woman and her approach to sex and intimacy. "So, you and Francis have these things down pat, I take it?"
"Yes, in fact, we do. That's why we married and why we're still married."
?Gwen," I said, "what does Francis do, for a living I mean?" "Francis was a Royal Marine for ten years. One of his commanding officers helped him realize that he was smarter than he believed himself to be and encouraged him to get a proper education while in the military. He moved up in the ranks and was in charge of facility security at a major base abroad. He now does corporate security consulting." That explained the impression of Francis's fitness.
"Gwen," I said, "you've been very kind to share all this with me. I know the purpose is sex ..."
"But not always; sex is the driver but it's not everything. Francis and I liked Lucinda; and I like you very much. I hope the journey you and your wife are undertaking is a successful one."
I appreciated Gwen's assessment and told her so; we were both analytical types. "Yes, we are," she said. "I couldn't approach life any other way. It's not enough for me to 'do,' I need to understand all the connections."
"Come here," I said to her. She moved closer and I kissed Gwen tenderly, holding her face in my hands. She put her arms around me and held me fiercely. "Don't make me fall in love with you," she said. "that wouldn't do." She was right; there is a fine line between sex and love. Swinging brought one perilously close to crossing it. "I think we should see what Lucinda and Francis are doing," I said to Gwen. "Yes," she said, "let's."
As we stood up to dress, Lucinda came through the door. She had smoothed her hair and tidied herself up a bit. She looked both ravishing and ravished. She approached Gwen, hugged her, kissed her cheek, and said, "Thank you, Gwen, for taking care of my husband." Gwen returned her embrace, kissed her cheek, paused to look at me and smile as she left the room.
"My darling," I said to Lucinda when we were alone. "You look so beautiful."
"Do I," she said. "Even after Gwen, who is so gorgeous and younger than I?" "You are the woman I love and tonight I love you more than ever. This was your gift to me and I appreciate it more than you know." I hugged her and kissed her. I needed to feel her close. "You are as beautiful to me now as you were on our wedding day." With tears in her eyes, Lucinda put her head on my shoulder. I stood there and held her in my arms for a long time. I smelled her hair and felt her soft, warm body. I then caressed her breasts and then her bottom. I undressed her as she stood and wept.
"I'm sorry; I don't know what's come over me. I'm suddenly so emotional," she said. "I suppose I was afraid you might push me away and dismiss me as a slut. But I wanted you to see things I've kept inside. I wanted you to see the 'me' that I've become; and I hoped you would still love me after you did." Lucinda dropped her head.
I lifted her chin and met her eyes. I said to her, "My darling, the last couple of days have changed us. They've certainly changed me; I feel as if I'm running to catch up with you. That is, if you still want me to."
She wrapped her arms around me and said, "Oh, Charles; I love you so much. I just need to know if you still want me."
I smiled at her and said, "I want you more than ever. Let's lie down together." And so we did, holding each other close for what seemed like hours. Just before dawn, we made love together tenderly and sweetly. Afterward we fell into a deep and restful sleep.
The next morning dawned warm, bright, and clear. Lucinda had awakened before me and left a note saying she had gone down to the lobby and would be right back. Things would be different between us now. What that meant I wasn't entirely sure but we had revealed something of our inner selves to each other. We said things we had kept hidden for the sake of each other, because we believed, mistakenly, that neither of us would understand. We feared that revealing an unconventional, unexpected part of ourselves might ruin our marriage. It turned out the opposite was true: we had been less than honest with each other recently, and in so doing had lost touch and had placed our relationship in jeopardy. I felt fortunate that we'd stopped in time.
I appreciated Lucinda's sexuality and she, mine. When it came to the test with Francis and Gwen, we were not jealous or resentful. The experience convinced me that we could not only be honest with each other but that we were possessed of a depth of understanding and tolerance that we little suspected. These qualities, then, were the real keys to the success of our marriage, and our family. No matter what the future held for us, I was going to approach it with confidence, secure in the knowledge that my darling wife, my precious Lucinda, loved me and I loved her.