She looked up at me, her eyes red. "I'm sorry, Dick, I'm so sorry, but I can't help it. I already want him again. I want him so bad!"

"So you're ready to throw your marriage to me away?"

"No, Dick, I don't want to, but I'm all mixed up right now. I want you, and I want him, and I know I can't have it both ways."

I just stood there, not saying anything, and watching her sob.

Finally she stopped crying and looked at me again, and I could see the panic in her eyes.

"I'm scared, Dick. Scared of what I'm feeling, and scared of what it means."

She took a deep breath, shuddered, and went on.

"What scares me most is losing you, and I'm so afraid I've already done that."

I came close to agreeing with her, but then reminded myself that I had just been doing the same thing she was, and that, really, I was a lot more to blame than she was. On the other hand, she had lied to me a week earlier, and I had no intention of coming clean with her.

"I don't know, yet," I finally said. "I think I can eventually forgive one time. I doubt if I can forgive you if you keep doing it. I don't know if I can ever forgive him. I feel like beating the shit out of him."

"I understand that. That's why I haven't told you his name."

I gave her a thin smile. "You didn't have to. I know it was Pete."

Her head jerked up and her hand went over her mouth. "How did you know that?"

I had no intention of telling her the real reason. But I figured I could make up a plausible story.

"Well, this is sort of embarrassing, but you know how guys are. When we get together without any women around we tend to get kinda rough. And Pete is always bragging that he has the longest cock of anyone he's ever heard of."

I sensed that she doubted my story. Why wouldn't I think that Pete might just be stretching things – er, stretching the truth. So I decided to embroider my story a bit.

"We finally got tired of his bragging, and challenged him to prove it. Well, he dropped his pants, and we saw this long skinny dong hanging down about seven or eight inches, and that was soft. We believed him then, and didn't even insist that we see it hard."

Nancy nodded, "Oh, yeah, that's Pete all right. But, look, we've got more serious things to worry about than that. You said you might be able to forgive me one time, and Richard, I really, really, do love you and don't want to lose you, even though I wouldn't blame you if you kicked me out."

"So what you're saying is, you loved fucking Pete, and you're dying to fuck him again, but you'd be willing to stop if it meant we could stay together?"

"Yeah, that's about it."

"There's two things I don't like about that. First, it's like I'm forcing – no, I mean blackmailing – you. Even if you went along with it, you would probably resent me, and that could grow into something that would tear us apart. The other thing is that I'm going to spend the rest of my life knowing that you would rather be fucking him instead of me; that I'm not as good a lover as he is. That's going to be really rough on my male ego, and could destroy me."

"We can work on the first one together," Nancy reassured me, "but let me get rid of the second one right now. He's not a better lover than you, just different. You're a lot thicker than he is, and I love how it feels when you push yourself into me. I also love the way you are tender with me; with him it's more just raw sex. But it is exciting to be with someone different, and he really turns me on the way he talks dirty to me."

"I can believe that he talked dirty. He's got the foulest mouth of anybody in our group. But I guess I'm kinda surprised that it would turn you on."

"It surprised me, too. Actually, a lot of things surprised me tonight. I seem to have a real horny, almost slutty, side that I didn't know about."

"So, is there any chance you might start showing me that horny, slutty, side of you?"

"If you mean wild sessions in bed with you every night, and just with you, then, yeah, the chances are very good, if you'll still have me."

"Oh, fuck, Nancy, if we could get back to doing that, I might be willing to forgive a lot of other things."

"Even if some of those other things were what made me feel horny with you?"

"Especially if they were."

"So are you saying I could see Pete again if being with him keeps me feeling horny for you?"

"Oh, shit, Nancy, you're really putting me in a bind. How do you think I would feel if you said, 'Pete's planning to come over this noon, so don't try to call me or come home for lunch.' Or, on the other hand, how would I feel if you didn't say anything and I called or came home when you were in the middle of something?"

That slowed her down, all right.

"No, I couldn't put you through that. I guess we'd have to keep it a secret, but go someplace else."

"You mean like a motel? Don't forget that Pete's married, too. How would Terry feel if she was going through their bank accounts and started seeing local motel bills she didn't know anything about?"

Of course after what I had seen and heard earlier I knew that Terry wouldn't give a shit about that, but Nancy didn't know that.

"Oh, I guess I wasn't thinking very clearly."

I grinned at her. "Sex does that, you know."

She blushed.

"OK," I added, "maybe I can think this through more clearly, since, unlike you, I don't have the hots for Pete."

She blushed again.

"Here's what I think," I went on. "If a married person tries to carry on a long term affair, and keep it secret from the person they are married to, the marriage is in trouble, and likely to fall apart."

Nancy nodded, and started to speak, but I held up my hand to stop her.

"Married people can, in some cases, have affairs without destroying their marriage, but it takes some openness between the partners, and a lot of caring and acceptance."

Nancy nodded again. "You're talking about an open marriage, right?"

"That's not the only possibility. Everyone has heard of famous couples where one partner had lovers on the side and the other remained faithful. But that takes a very special sort of partner. So, yes, an open marriage, or a swinging lifestyle, seems like it would be more likely to work for a couple."

"What you're saying," she said slowly, "is that if I am going to have a lover then I should allow you to have one, too. That does seem only fair." She suddenly looked suspicious. "Why, do you already have a lover?"

"Uh, not exactly. Not a lover. But since you admitted that you cheated on me tonight I guess I can admit that I've cheated on you, too. Just a one-night stand."

She opened her mouth to say something, but I continued without giving her a chance.

"But I'm not the only partner involved here. What about Terry?"

Nancy thought a minute, then said, "You obviously know her, because you've played poker at her house, but I haven't even met her. What kind of a person is she?"

"I don't know her that well, but she is pretty outgoing, and I'd think she must be pretty understanding to put up with Pete."

Nancy seemed to have a sudden thought. "Do you think she's sexy?"

I grinned, "Well, she's very attractive, and I am a man. Yeah, I think she's sexy."

"Well, you're something of a hunk, and a smooth talker, do you think she would find you sexy?"

"Oh, she might, at that."

"So, how about if you try to find out for sure?"

"Are you saying what I think you're saying, Nancy?"

"I'm saying you have my blessing to find out if you can get her hot enough to fuck you. Is that plain enough?"

"I see. And if I do, what then?"

"Well, maybe all four of us could get together."

"You mean, like invite them over here some Saturday night?"

"Correction. Not some Saturday night. The first possible Saturday night. Oh, fuck YES!"

"Your wish is my command," I grinned. "I'll get on it right away."

"I'll bet you will. And see to it you don't take too long."

We fell into each other's arms at that point, and started cuddling. It did eventually lead to sex that night, though we were both already so sated that it came nowhere close to what each of us had experienced earlier in the evening.

Of course, Terry was already plenty hot enough to fuck me, but I wasn't about to let Nancy in on that little fact. And that meant I had to get Pete and Terry to go along with my story.

My first step was to have lunch with Terry. I called her the next morning, but she couldn't meet me until Thursday. She may have had other ideas, however I made sure our meeting was just lunch in a very public place, and nothing more.

"Nancy admitted what she and Pete were doing Tuesday night," I told her, "but she doesn't know what you and I were doing. I want to keep it that way."

She thought I was being silly to pull the wool over Nancy's eyes, but she did agree to go along with it.

"There's more," I went on. "She admitted that she was dying to be with Pete again, and that led to a long discussion about the future of our marriage. The upshot of that was that she came up with the idea of us swapping with you and Pete. From what I heard Tuesday night I figured you guys wouldn't have a problem with that, but I knew I'd better ask."

"Oh, yeah, name the date and we'll be there," she responded.

"I was thinking this Saturday night."

"Oh, well, I'll have to clear that with Pete. Can I get back to you on that?"

"Sure, but there's some more stuff you and I have to agree on. You're going to think this is even more silly than before, but Nancy wants me to see if I can seduce you, and I told her I would try."

Terry giggled. "Think you're up to it?"

"Quiet, woman and listen close. Tonight I'm going to tell her that you and I had lunch together today, and we didn't fuck, but things got a little intense. I don't want you contradicting me when we all get together."

"Oh, that's no problem at all. Why don't we go over to my place when we leave here and see," (giggle,) "just how intense we can get."

"Not going to happen. I have to get some work done this afternoon. I usually don't take time off for lunch, and this time with you is getting me behind. Besides, I plan to go out for lunch again tomorrow. I'm not going to see you, but the way I'm going to tell it to Nancy that night I'll make her think that you and I fucked half the afternoon."

"Why pretend, when you can have the real thing?"

"Because, I want you all juiced up for Saturday night."

"Oh, I'll be juiced up, all right," she growled.

"So, I can count on you to go along with my little story?"

"Oh, all right," she sighed.

"I'll call Pete tomorrow and clear the swap date with him," I told Terry as we left the restaurant.

That night I gave my report to Nancy, and she congratulated me on my progress, while encouraging me to press ahead as fast as I could. Just thinking about what seemed likely to be coming had her out of her gourd horny.

"God, I feel slutty tonight," she moaned. "I need to fuck so bad. I think I could fuck three cocks. Oh, yeah, I know I could. Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! Let me be your horny slut."

She had to make do with only two cocks that night, mine and a dildo she has, but I fucked her three times with my cock and four times with the dildo before we went to sleep that night.

Friday noon I went out very late for lunch, about two o'clock, and I called Pete from the restaurant. Pete told me he and Terry had talked it over, and if Nancy and I still wanted a foursome Saturday night then they were OK with that. I cleared my story with him, got him to agree to back it up, and told him Nancy and I would call the two of them that night.

When I got home I gave Nancy a lascivious leer and launched into my story.

"I went 'out' for lunch again, and I didn't get back to the office until about 3 in the afternoon."

"I see, and did you find anything out?"

"Oh, yeah! Did I ever! Terry is absolutely wild in bed!"

"Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! Did you invite them over? Can they come tomorrow night?"

"I thought we could call them together tonight."

"Oh, fuck, YES! Right now!"

And so it was that I called from the living room while Nancy listened in from the phone in the bedroom. Pete answered, but Terry also picked up the phone.

"Ohhh, Dick," she moaned as soon as she heard my voice, "is that you?"

"I'm here, too, Pete," Nancy said in a shaky voice.

"Oh, fuck, Nancy, I've been thinking about you all fucking week."

"Me, too," Nancy gasped.

"My god, Terry," I put in, "what are we going to do about them? They sound as horny as I feel."

"They can't be as horny as I am," Terry replied.

"Like hell, we can't," Nancy roared, "I'm coming right now just thinking about Pete's huge cock."

"Oh, fuck!" Pete yelled, "My cock needs your cunt so bad!"

"Oh, Dick," Terry panted, "I've got three fingers rammed up my cunt, pretending it's you."

"FUCK! Terry, I'm pumping like crazy, and I'm almost there!"

"YESSSSSSS!" all four of us screamed at about the same time.

After that there was nothing but heavy breathing on the line for quite a while.

Finally Nancy ventured, "Dick, I'm not sure, but I don't think we told them what we were calling about."

Pete laughed. "I don't think there's any fucking question what you wanted. The same fucking thing we all wanted."

"Oh, yeah," I put in, "that's the subject, all right, but we were going to propose you two come over here tomorrow night so we could explore that subject in great detail."

"You never could say what the fuck you meant," Pete told me. "Terry and me would love to come over tomorrow so Nancy and I can fuck while you and Terry fuck. There. End of call unless we're going to have some more phone sex. Personally, I'd like to join Terry right now for the real thing."

That sounded good to us, too, so we hung up after agreeing on 8 PM, and Nancy and I fucked like crazy for two hours. We took a break for dinner, and went back at it until we were both too tired to move. I can't say for sure, but I suspect Nancy was thinking about Pete most of that time. I know I was pretending that I was fucking Terry.

Nancy and I came to an unspoken agreement to stay away from each other all day Saturday. I wanted to be horny as hell when Terry got there, and since I had her on my mind all day, I was more than ready when the time came.

The door bell rang right at eight o'clock. Nancy and I were both standing at the door waiting. We pulled our guests into the room, closed the door, and started kissing passionately. I grabbed for Terry's tit with my right hand and discovered immediately that she had nothing on under her sweater. I pinched her nipple and she gasped, then grabbed my cock through my pants. It didn't take me long to get my other hand under her very short skirt and learn – Oh, shit! – that she didn't have any panties on.

I heard Nancy screech, "YES, Pete, YES!!"

Then Pete's voice roared, "You fucking slut! I'm gonna ream your fucking cunt 'til it turns inside out. I'm taking you to your fucking bed right now, and I'm gonna fuck you 'til you're nothing but a fucking cum puddle."

"Take me, fuck me, FUCK ME!"

I glanced their way and saw him pick her up with an arm under her knees. As he swung her around I caught a glimpse of her pussy. No panties there, either.

I only got a quick look, though, because just then Terry sat down on the floor and pulled me down on top of her. I landed between her spread legs, and my pelvis started jerking instinctively.

"Whoa, daddy," she hissed. "First we need to get that monster out of your pants." She was clutching my cock through my slacks as she spoke.

I reached down and started to unfasten my belt, but then thought better of it.

"Whoa, yourself, Terry. We've got a bed all made up and ready in the guest room. Wouldn't you be more comfortable there?"

"Fuck the comfort. I just need to feel that fat cock of yours reaming me out."

"Yeah? Well, I'll be more comfortable in the bed, so that's where we're going."

I climbed off of her, then reached down and scooped her up in my arms. Just as men have done since the stone age, I carried her off to my lair, kicking and ... giggling.

Giggling? That seemed wrong. What happened to screaming? Or maybe panting? Or maybe yelling "Fuck me" the way Nancy just did?

I dumped her on her back on the bed and stared at her. This was weird. Suddenly I wasn't even sure I wanted to fuck her.

Terry brought her knees up, letting her skirt fall down to her belly. "What's the matter, big guy? Aren't you even going to get undressed?"

Her knees were together so I couldn't see anything but her thighs and some pussy hair, but that was enough to get me interested again. I unhooked my belt and let my pants fall to the floor, then kicked off my shoes and stepped out of the pants.

"Oh, yeah," she hissed. "Show me what's tenting those shorts out."

I did, and she moaned and spread her legs. "I need to feel it down here, damn you."

I suddenly knew I needed that as well, and climbed on the bed between her legs. One look at her slimy, wide open, pussy and I knew she wasn't going to need any foreplay, so I groaned and scrambled up on top of her. My pelvis was already jerking and my cock was going everywhere except the right place. She reached down, aimed it, and I sank in to my balls.

"Oh, God, Yes," we both moaned, pretty much at the same time. After that we were both too busy puffing and humping for any more words.

Eventually, though, I realized something odd was going on. We had been humping frantically for what seemed like forever, and it felt great, but we couldn't quite get there. She hadn't screamed or gone rigid, her legs hadn't grabbed me like a vise, and her cunt hadn't clamped down on my cock. I hadn't felt that tightness in my balls or the high of spurting into her. I tried pumping faster and harder, but it just wasn't working.

I finally stopped. "I can't believe this," I gasped. "Last Tuesday neither of us could stop coming, and tonight neither of us can get going. All day today I've wanted this so much I was in agony, and I knew the moment I saw you I would go wild. What's happening to us?"

Terry nodded. "I thought I wanted you, too, but I was a little afraid this might happen. Look, Dick, don't be insulted, but I'm sure I've had more experience at these things than you have. I don't know how many guys I've had sex with, hundreds, probably."

My eyes bugged out, and my mouth dropped open, but I didn't say anything.

"What I've found out for myself," she went on, "is that the second time is never anywhere near as good as the first time."

"Oh, I wouldn't say that," I argued, "I've had some pretty good second times with Nancy."

"True," she agreed, "and Pete and I still have some really hot fucking sex, too. But that's different. We fell in love, and we still love each other. With the other guys it's not love, it's just sex."

"You were putting me on when you said hundreds, weren't you? I mean, if you really love Pete that much, why would you be fucking so many other guys?"

"I know it sounds odd, but Pete and I hadn't been married more than a few months when we were both climbing the walls. We had both had lots of sex partners before we were married, and finally one day we admitted to each other that we both dying to have an affair."

My willy had wilted completely by this time, and I pulled up, popping it out of her, then rolled on my side to listen to her story.

"We almost split up at that point, but we decided instead that we would just agree that we could both have as much sex on the side as we wanted. And, yeah, I probably have had sex with hundreds of guys. He's probably had close to a hundred gals, too, since we both think first times are the best."

"I still can't believe it. I mean, I can for you. You could probably have any guy you wanted. But it's a lot harder for a guy. We can't just walk up to any gal on the street and say, 'I wanna fuck.'"

"Not any gal on the street," she chuckled, "but we like to go to swingers' clubs. There he probably can have any gal he wants, at least once she sees his cock."

"Oh, that I can understand. But don't you get jealous if he does that?"

"No way," she laughed. "I'm too busy trying to fuck every guy in the place. But that brings up another question. How would you feel about watching Nancy fuck?"

"I'd probably want to kill the guy."

"Is that how you felt tonight when you saw Pete carry Nancy off?"

I had to think about that one for a minute. I didn't remember any jealous feelings when he did that. Instead it was a bit of a thrill to see her naked pussy. I knew perfectly well what he was going to be doing to her, I even heard him tell her what he was going to do, and heard her beg him to fuck her. Damn! That was so hot!

"No, actually, I guess I got a little thrill thinking about what was about to happen to her."

"Lots of guys react that way; maybe most guys, depending on the situation. Lots of guys," she whispered, "also get super horny if they get a chance to secretly watch their wife getting fucked. Who knows, we might both get so horny we'd end up fucking each other and coming again and again the way we did Tuesday night."

"You think?" I found the thought compelling, somehow.

"Well, I can guarantee one thing. It wouldn't be boring. We could just lie here staring at each other until they'd had enough of each other. Now, that would be boring."

"OK," I grinned, "I'm sold. Let's try it." I rolled off the bed and reached for my pants.

"No, not that way," she insisted. "I'm sure they're naked by now, and we should be, too."

She stripped quickly, and I took off what little I still had on, then she took my hand and we tiptoed to the master bedroom door. She put her ear to the door, and signaled to me to do the same. We couldn't hear a thing.

I finally tried the door knob and found it unlocked. Very cautiously and quietly I turned the knob and eased the door open just a crack. We peeked through the crack, and could see the foot of the bed. But what we saw there looked so stupid we both had to suppress the impulse to laugh out loud. There were four naked feet, toes all pointing up. There were two big feet attached to hairy legs near one side of the bed; two little ones attached to dainty ankles near the other side. I mean, these two pairs of feet were nowhere near each other. All four heels were resting on the bed, and not one of the feet was moving, not even twitching.

Terry and I looked at other in disbelief. I finally shrugged, and said, fairly loudly, "Knock, knock."

Nancy responded, "Come in," almost immediately.

I opened the door and we saw Pete and Nancy both naked and on their backs, staring at the ceiling. Pete's long snake was flopped over one leg, with its eye appearing to look sadly off into space at the side of the bed. They both turned their heads to look at us and giggled when they saw us standing there naked.

"What's this," Terry teased, "I thought you were going to fuck her into a puddle of cum."

"Shit, I don't know what the fuck happened to us. We were both so fucking horny, and we both fucking came before we hardly got started, and then not a damn fucking thing."

"But what happened to you guys," Nancy asked. "I figured we'd probably end up just lying here all night trying to sleep but having to listen to you two screaming."

"Yeah, we had a similar problem," I said, not wanting to admit that we hadn't come at all. "But Terry has a theory about it."

"Right," she said. "Pete, we should have guessed this might happen. You see," she added turning to Nancy, "Pete and I normally go out on Saturday nights, and get really wild."

Ah, I thought, she means the swinger clubs.

"We thought we could make an exception this time for you guys," she went on, "since you had already turned us on so much earlier. It wasn't your fault, you guys are hot, but I guess it was just too tame for what we usually do."

"Tame," Nancy gasped. "You call swapping and fucking all night tame?"

"Fuck, yes," Pete explained. "If it wasn't for you we'd be at a fucking swingers' club right now, and I'd be fucking every cunt I could grab hold of, while Terry, over there, would probably come about twenty fucking times, with more cocks in her fucking cunt than she could count on all her fucking fingers."

Nancy said, "No way!"

"I think you should believe him," I told her. "Terry told me pretty much the same thing."

"Shit, yes. In fact I've got a fucking great idea. It's still early. How about if we take the two of you to a wild fucking club right now, and we can all get all the fucking cunts and cocks we could dream of before the fucking night's out."

Nancy's hands came up to her face and she squealed, "Noooo ... noooo ... I couldn't do that. Never!"

"How the fuck would you know if you haven't tried it," Pete asked, rolling over to her and starting to pinch her nipples.

"Don't touch me," Nancy screamed, slapping at his hand. She rolled off the bed and dashed into our bathroom.

"Well, you queered that one, Pete," Terry chided him, "but maybe you and I could go by ourselves." She turned to me. "If you don't mind, that is."

I shook my head to show I didn't. "I think now I need to spend some time alone with Nancy."

Pete looked at Terry, and they both nodded. Then Terry went back to the guest room to get dressed.

"I imagine, asshole," Pete told me as he got dressed, "that you would have fucking loved to go with us, but you were shit out of luck when your fucking wife said no. They don't let no fucking single guys in except for a few pros they've got that the fucking gals go apeshit over."

"That's OK," I insisted. "I need to be here tonight."

I put on a robe and saw Pete and Terry out the door, knowing full well they would never be back. Nancy was still in the bathroom when I poked my head into our bedroom, so I brought my clothes back from the guest room.

I called to her, "Are you going to be OK, hon?"

"Are they gone?"

"Yes, there's just you and me, now."

She came out, rather timidly, still naked. I could see she had been crying.

"This was a terrible mistake," she sobbed.

"Yes, it was a mistake. Maybe not a terrible mistake, but a mistake."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that Tuesday night you apparently had an absolutely fantastic time with Pete, didn't you?"

"Yes, but wasn't worth it, after tonight."

"I agree that tonight was a mistake. I'm not sure Tuesday was. And we can learn from our mistakes."

"Dick!" she said, looking at me in horror. "Surely you can't mean that you want to do this again!"

"Look, Nancy, your first time with Pete was fantastic. My first time with Terry was fantastic. Some time I'd like to have another fantastic first time like that, and let you have another fantastic first time like that. Admit it, you would, too."

"Well ... I don't know. But it gets too messy."

"Agreed. Terry told me something else she has learned from all of her experiences. She said there's a sort of first-time spell. If you're having sex just for fun, and not for love, then it's a lot better when there is suspense involved. When you don't know if it is really going to happen, or if it does, how much the other person is going to turn you on. It's like you are exposing yourself, psychically as well as literally. You're walking into an unknown, with your eyes closed. It's really scary, but really exciting, too."

"Yes," she nodded, "I can see that. And we didn't have those things going for us tonight. But, wait ... That doesn't make sense, because it would say that you and I having sex wouldn't work any more."

"That's why I said 'sex for fun, and not for love.' You and Pete didn't love each other; Terry and I didn't love each other. If we did, then I think I could guarantee that tonight would have been magical, not awful."

"But I love you," she insisted, "and you love me." A flicker of a doubt crossed her face. "You do love me, don't you?"

"Yes, Nancy, I do love you. I can't imagine that I will ever stop loving you. But I can imagine, at least in theory, that you might love me and also love someone else. And I can also imagine, at least in theory, that I might love you and also love someone else."

She bit her lip. "That's a kind of scary thought."

I grinned. "You mean scary as in unknown, and suspenseful, and exciting at the same time?"

"Yes," she sighed. "I see what you mean. Oh, Dick! Oh, yes. I see what you mean. It is, isn't it?"

"So, sometime, with a couple we really care about, we might share a magical night."

"Yesssss."

"But tonight I want to share a magical night with you, and you alone."

"Oh, yes, darling. I love you so much."

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