She tipped her head to one side. “Will you be able to keep it a secret?”
He nodded. “Will you?”
She laughed. “Oh yes, I’m good at secrets.”
When she raised herself up, his cock slipped out of her with a wet plop. She sat back onto her own seat, slipped her panties on over her feet and pulled them up. She checked her watch. “I told you there’d be no time to eat.”
Jim fastened his zip. “Who cares?”
She laughed, ran her hand over his crotch.
Jim looked at her. “Listen, I know this is our secret, but…”
Her face looked worried. “But?”
“I happen to know that my wife is eager to fuck your husband again. D’you think you could manage to fuck me again with our spouses present?”
Sara leaned over and kissed him. “Oh yeah. Now, take me back to my car. I should’ve been back at work fifteen minutes ago.”
Once back at Sara’s Toyota, she leant to kiss his cheek, then opened the door.
Before she got out, he had a thought. “Sara, can I ask you a favour?”
She turned. “Of course.”
“At the party in G-J’s mansion, I met a woman called Naomi. Billy knows her. Do you by any chance have her phone number?”
She raised her eyebrows. “Why would you want her phone number?”
Jim considered lying, but only briefly. “I want to fuck her.”
Sara laughed. “You two are certainly getting into the lifestyle.”
Jim shrugged. “I don’t think I’ll be able to keep up with the pace of Sophie’s escapades, but I can try.”
“I know Naomi, and I’ll find you her number.”
Jim drove away and back to work. The feeling that he’d somehow cheated on Sophie wouldn’t go away, but he knew for sure that he’d be doing it again. In the afternoon his mobile rang while he was at his desk with two of his colleagues. Seeing it was Sara, he tried to sound casual. “Hello again.”
“Your cum is still seeping out of me.” Her voice was husky.
His mind racing, Jim looked across the table to make sure the others hadn’t heard. “Oh, that’s er…”
“It’s two hours since you fired it in there, and it’s still coming out.”
“Right, yeah. I suppose it’s because, maybe, er…”
“It’s because you came so hard, so deep inside.”
“Er, yeah. Could be that.”
She breathed into the phone. “And I’m so incredibly tight, I can hold it in with muscle control.”
Jim laughed. “No, I don’t think that’s true.”
“Bastard!” Sara giggled, dropping the husky act. “I just wanted to let you know I’ve got Naomi’s number for you.”
“Oh great, thanks.” He picked up a pen and pulled his pad over.
Sara breathed into the phone again. “I’ll give it to you as soon as you repeat today’s performance.” She ended the call before he had a chance to reply.
He put his phone down, wondered if this thing with Sara was going to be a good thing or a bad one.
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Chapter Six
Sophie hadn’t heard from G-J for over a week. She didn’t want to contact him for fear of coming across as impatient, but very much looked forward to their next trip. She’d enjoyed London, but really enjoyed Vienna. She wondered where their next adventure would take them, and what he had in mind for her.
Although Jim assured her he was happy for her to go with G-J on these escapades, she wondered if it was upsetting him on some other level. He’d seemed distant this week—but that could well be because she’d acted like a bitch when she’d returned to an empty house. Or perhaps she was just being over-sensitive.
G-J finally phoned her three weeks after they’d flown to Vienna. She took the call at work and his request for her availability for a three-day trip livened up her Friday afternoon.
Sophie tried to keep her voice calm. “I’m sure I can make arrangements. When were you thinking?”
“Not for a few weeks, I’m afraid. I have non-stop meetings here all next week, then we’ve got an audit and I’ll be tied up with that for as long as it takes. It’ll probably be the end of the month before I can get away, maybe even the start of September.”
She tried to hide her disappointment. “I’m sure I’ll be able to arrange the time off work.”
“What about at home—don’t you want to discuss it with your husband?”
“No, there’s no need. Jim will be fine.”
“Very well. I’ll get my PA to work a three-day break into my schedule as soon as possible, then confirm the dates with you.”
Sophie realised she was squeezing her legs together. “I’ll look forward to it.”
They hung up and Sophie sat in silence. Why was she disappointed that she’d have to wait so long? She and Jim were having satisfying sex, but the news that it’d be a fair while until the next trip left her feeling empty.
Could fucking other men be addictive?
Obviously G-J wasn’t her only supply of extra-marital shenanigans. A weekend with Anja was something she definitely wanted to do. She’d check the price of cheap flights to see if she could afford a ticket this month. A repeat foursome with Sara and Billy was another attractive proposition, which Jim would no doubt enjoy as well—particularly as he’d missed the opportunity to see Sara while she’d been in Vienna. And there was always…
She picked her phone back up, scrolled through her contacts, and tapped the ‘call’ icon when she found his number. He answered on the second ring, and the memory of how he looked made her impulsive.
“Hi, you probably don’t remember me, but at a party a few weeks ago my husband suggested you come on my face.”
“Sophie! Great to hear from you.”
“Nice to hear your voice, too. I was wondering if you’d like to meet up some time in the next week or so. Maybe have a drink?”
“Yeah, I’d like that. What time’s best for you nowadays? Day or evening?”
She smiled at his deviousness. “Evening will be fine.” She needed to save her holidays for the trips with G-J.
“I can do Monday or Tuesday next week.”
“Monday’s good. Shall I come straight to your house?”
“Sounds perfect. See you then.”
“Bye, Clive.” Sophie ended the call and leaned back in her chair. She was pleasantly wet between her legs.
She logged out of the document she’d been working on, logged onto the web and searched for cheap flights to Vienna. She found she could fly from Birmingham for less than £150 return. She could afford that, and Birmingham airport wasn’t that far from home. She texted Anja asking if she was interested in entertaining a visitor the following weekend, then phoned Jim.
“I’ll be leaving here in the next twenty minutes. Fancy meeting at Joe’s for an early drink?”
“Sounds good.” He sounded happy to hear from her. “Do you want to go home first so we can take one car?”
“No, it’s fine. If I decide I need to drink I’ll leave my car in town and we can get it tomorrow.”
“Okay. I’ll get there as soon as I can.”
Sophie was just about ready to leave when Anja’s reply buzzed her phone, her answer short and sweet: ‘YES PLEASE!!!’
Another warm tingle surged through Sophie. Oh well, in for a penny….she called Sara, who answered immediately.
There was a lot of background noise. “Yeah, I can talk. I’m driving to the gym, so I’m on speaker.”
“I was wondering if you two fancied another get-together...”
“You want to fuck my husband again?”
Sophie laughed. “Yeah, something like that.”
“Only if I can fuck your husband while you do it.”
“Deal.”
“Okay, you guys free next weekend?” Sara sounded excited.
Sophie didn’t want to tell her about Anja.
“No, sorry. How about the weekend after?”
“Yeah, I think that works. Our turn to host, so come over any time after seven.”
“Okay.”
“And Sophie, you should stay the night so we can all have a drink and relax.”
“Great. I’ll probably see you in the gym before then. Catch you later.”
After Sara had hung up, Sophie sat back in her chair feeling very pleased with herself. Rather than wallowing in self-pity over the long weeks before G-J took her away again, she’d just arranged a tryst with a guy, a lesbian weekend and a foursome—all in the last half hour. She was certainly settling into this new lifestyle, and now she was horny.
She put on her coat and headed for her car. Last time they’d been to Joe’s she’d picked up a random guy on her way back to the car, and filmed him fucking her behind a row of shops. There’d be no need for that tonight—Jim would be up for anything when he heard about their upcoming date with Sara and Billy. She’d probably also tell him about going back to Vienna for a girls’ weekend.
I may not mention my date with Clive just yet, though…
They chatted in Joe’s as they drank. Jim was interested when she mentioned going to see Anja. He pointed out that Sophie hadn’t mentioned her before now.
“She was the girl who put on my makeup and dressed me.”
“Oh. And now you’re hoping she’ll undress you?”
She smiled. “Yes, something like that. Do you mind?”
Jim shrugged. “Of course not.”
“Good. I have more news…”
Jim waited with a half-smile.
“Next weekend we’re going to stay with Sara and Billy. I think maybe they want to abuse us again.”
Jim laughed. “Wow, you’ve been busy arranging things.”
Sophie smiled and drained her glass. “Come on, take me home and show your gratitude.”
* * * *
On the following Monday, Sophie sat at her desk and decided she was going to lie about seeing Clive that night, although she didn’t want to think too hard about her reasons for doing so. Jim was happy for her to have her fun, and even happier when she described it to him. But for her, Clive was different…
She picked up her phone and tapped out a text to her husband: ‘Some people from work are going out tonight. Is it OK if I go?’
Her phone rang, and when she saw it was Jim calling she worried. She accepted the call, trying to make her voice sound as calm as possible. “Hi.”
“Hiya, just saw your text and thought it’d be quicker to chat rather than write a reply.”
Was he criticising her for not calling him? “Yeah, I only sent a text because I didn’t know if you were in a meeting.”
“No, just sitting at my desk. About tonight, will you be coming home first? Want me to make you dinner?”
She felt guilty, but only for a second. “No, we’re going straight from the office. We’ll eat out.”
“I just thought you may be getting changed first.”
She smiled to herself. She’d put on her sexy underwear before leaving home this morning. “No, we’re not going anywhere posh.”
“Okay. See you later.”
“Bye, babe.” She ended the call and smiled. There was a warm tingling sensation in her stomach—and another one even lower down.
* * * *
Clive answered the door wearing just a pair of tennis shorts. He looked surprised to see her. “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting you until later.”
Sophie smiled and held up a bottle of wine. “I came straight from work.”
He stepped back, beckoned her inside. “Sorry, when you said evening I was thinking maybe eight o’clock. Go and make yourself comfortable, I’ll find some clothes.”
Sophie looked him in the eyes. “I’m pretty comfortable looking at you—don’t bother getting dressed on my account.”
Clive smiled and stepped closer. He took her in his arms and they kissed passionately.
She held up the wine. “Put this in your fridge to chill, then take me to bed.”
He disappeared briefly into the kitchen then led her by the hand upstairs. Once in his bedroom he turned and started to undo her blouse.
Sophie stood with her arms at her side, watching his face. He slipped the blouse back off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
Clive undid the button and zip of her skirt, and that also slipped to the floor. She stepped out of the skirt and kicked it away.
She’d worn an ivory-coloured silk and lace teddy, and she still had her cream shoes on. She smiled when she saw his cock straining against the material of his shorts. “Looks like you’re pleased to see me.”
He untied the cord of his shorts. “Yeah, I guess I must be.”
Sophie dropped to her knees and pulled his shorts slowly down to his thighs, releasing his cock. She wrapped her fingers around it, looked up into his face and ran her tongue around the glans. “Missed me?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Good.” She closed her eyes and took as much of him into her mouth as she could.
He let out a sigh and cradled her head.
Sophie pulled his shorts down to his ankles, then brought a hand up between his thighs and gently stroked his balls while she sucked him. She bobbed her head forward and back, his cock now coated with her saliva.
“Sophie, you’d better slow down for a bit.”
She released him from her mouth and smiled up at his face, triumphant. “What’s the problem—struggling to keep things down?”
“You could say that.” He gripped her hands and pulled her to her feet, stroking her nipples through the lace of her teddy. “Why don’t you stretch out on the bed, let me see if I can do something similar to you?”
Sophie held his gaze while her mind flashed to her upcoming trip to Vienna. “No, I don’t need your tongue. Tonight I want cock.”
She stepped over to the bed and watched his face as she pushed the straps of her teddy off her shoulders, wiggling her hips to help it on its way down her legs. Then she kicked off her shoes, climbed on the bed and lay down. She bent her knees and parted her legs invitingly.
Clive quickly stepped out of his shorts and clambered onto the bed between her legs. “So, it’s cock you want tonight?”
She licked her lips. “Yes please, sir.”
“And is someone going to barge in and tell me where to ejaculate?”
She laughed. “No, not tonight.”
Clive looked theatrically at the bedroom door, as if waiting for Jim’s arrival.
Sophie reached out and gripped his cock. “This is the only thing that’s going to be barging in anywhere.”
He moved up the bed, his arms resting either side of her shoulders. “But who’s going to tell me where to ejaculate?”
Sophie pulled him down on top of her and guided his cock inside. She let out a sigh, then leaned up to whisper in his ear. “You have to decide that for yourself. I’m happy take it wherever you want to shoot it.”
Their conversation stopped, and Clive fucked her slowly. He came inside her, and Sophie came shortly afterwards. They lay in silence on the bed for several minutes. She stroked his chest and smelled his skin. It was strange, but considering they’d had sex every time they’d seen each other—and on half those occasions she’d also had sex with another man—she felt like their relationship was more than physical. It wasn’t just a case of using a piece of meat to get herself off. She wondered how she could share this with Jim, and decided she’d keep it to herself.
Clive interrupted her thoughts when he stood and pulled his shorts back on.
He went into his bathroom and returned with a fluffy white robe, which he threw on the bed. “Put that on—I’ve got something to show you.” Then he left and headed downstairs.
Sophie followed, slipping the robe on as she made her way across the bedroom.
Clive came out of the kitchen with the bottle of wine and two glasses. “Follow me.”
He headed to
wards the back of his house, where Sophie knew he had an indoor pool. But at the side of the pool was something that had been added since Sophie’s last visit; a hot-tub. There was a plastic cover over the top, and the sides were finished with small blue mosaic tiles.
Sophie laughed. “Wow. That looks great.”
Clive was smiling. “Only got it last week. There’s a sauna coming in a couple of weeks. It’ll go there.” He pointed to the corner behind the tub.
“God, it’s all fantastic. You must be happy with it.”
When he removed the cover from the tub, Sophie saw steam rise. “Is it actually working, then?”
“Yeah. The cover just keeps the heat in.” He placed the wine and glasses on the edge of the tub, quickly removed his shorts and climbed in.
Sophie stood where she was.
He frowned. “Don’t you want to get in?”
She nodded. “Oh yes.”
“So why don’t you?”
She pulled a face. “Because your cum is running down my thighs.”
He laughed. “Don’t worry about it—there’ll be more of it after I’ve had a rest.”
Shrugging off the robe, she stepped into the hot water. He passed her a glass and poured the wine. Then he leaned over the side and pressed a button, turning on the Jacuzzi jets.
Sophie closed her eyes and let the bubbles caress her body. She smiled and rested her foot on his leg.
They chatted quietly about a range of things. Clive was a corporate lawyer and told her about a hostile takeover he’d been hired to oversee. He was also a keen rower and had recently competed in a regatta where his four-man team came second out of twenty-odd crews.
Sophie told him about her recent visits to London and Vienna, though she didn’t confess to exactly what had happened on the trips. But she did describe the ballet.
They kissed, caressed each other under the water. When his erection returned Sophie straddled him and they moved as one, one wet body sliding against the other. It was slow, it was gentle and it was tender. Upstairs they’d had sex, but in the tub they made love. Sophie reached orgasm twice, partly because the water made her body more sensitive, and partly because Clive lasted much longer than in the earlier session on the bed.
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