I don’t remember how I got there, but suddenly I was on the floor, on my back, arms and legs wrapped around him as he moved on top of me, and I was coming again. And then again, as he thrust hard and deep and then stiffened, shooting into me, giving me everything he had while I was still convulsing in ecstasy. Then he collapsed.
“Jesus!” I said when I could talk again. “Why didn’t anybody come in?”
He smiled at me. “I told them not to.”
“You—but—Michael . . .”
“He’s busy,” he said. “I sent him upstairs with my wife.”
I was shocked. I couldn’t believe that Michael would be unfaithful to me. Then I realized the absurdity of that, and I started to laugh. To keep from crying.
—P.B., Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
A WELCOME CHANGE
In mid-October I received a call from my friend Tim. I had not heard from him since we’d graduated from college five years earlier. We spent some time catching up on each other’s life, and then Tim told me he would be coming to our town. In fact, he told me that the territory he served as a sales representative included our town and he would be arriving every Tuesday and staying in town overnight.
I immediately made one thing very clear to him—that he would not be staying in a hotel. I insisted he stay at our house. We have a spare bedroom, and I assured him that my wife would not mind in the least.
When I told Doris that evening about Tim’s call and my invitation to him, she had no problem with it. Doris had heard me talk about my friend and college roommate, but she had never met him. When we had married four years earlier, Tim had been unable to attend the wedding.
It was on the next to last Tuesday in October that Tim made his first visit. He and I greeted each other warmly, and then I introduced him to my wife. Doris and Tim exchanged pleasantries, and then she insisted on giving him a tour of the house, telling him he should consider our house his “home away from home.”
From the very moment I introduced them I detected a sense of mutual attraction between Tim and Doris. I had not considered such a possibility when I’d invited Tim into our home, but I could understand it. Doris is as cute as a button, five-feet-one, one hundred pounds, blue-eyed and brunette. She may not be overly blessed in the bosom department, but she has a narrow waist and a cute bubble butt, and is one sexy little dish.
Tim stands just over six feet tall and is powerfully built. He also happens to be one of those guys that gals are attracted to like magnets.
Except for a few dates when I got lucky, most of my sex life in college consisted of jacking off. Tim, on the other hand, had an endless string of coed cuties sharing his bed. Tim never seemed to be able to settle down with just one girl.
Watching Tim and Doris react to one another that first evening, I could see that they were impressed with each other. At times I would see Tim look at my wife like she was some delicious morsel he was about to gobble up. I would also see Doris look at Tim, smile, and even seem to brashly flirt with him.
I was not at all jealous as I watched the interaction between them. In fact, I was watching with curiosity and silent amusement more than anything else. I was amused rather than jealous because I knew my wife very well. Doris and I had been married four years, and up until that point we had both been totally monogamous. In fact, I was the only man Doris had ever been with. She had been twenty years old when I married her, and she had stubbornly clung to her virginity until our wedding night. Even after we were married Doris had a very straitlaced attitude toward sex. I wouldn’t say our sex life was unsatisfactory, but I wouldn’t describe our marital bed as any passion pit either. Doris wasn’t willing to experiment very much, and our lovemaking was nearly always missionary position with the lights off. She refused to try oral sex, and though she claimed I satisfied her, I don’t think I had ever caused Doris to have an orgasm.
With that as a background, I figured I had little to worry about as far as my wife’s faithfulness was concerned, and I was secretly amused to see my wife find a man attractive enough that she would actually flirt with him.
That evening we all stayed up till about eleven and then I decided to turn in. Tim and Doris were both engrossed in the movie we were watching on cable, and I asked them to tell me how it ended in the morning, because I was too tired to watch anymore.
I went to bed and was quickly sound asleep. I woke up around one o’clock and found that Doris was not yet in bed. I got up and headed downstairs to check on her. I stopped at the head of the stairs, where I could see into the living room. Doris and Tim were sitting very close together on the couch. I quietly knelt behind the banister, watching and listening to the scene below me. My wife was looking intently into Tim’s eyes as he softly spoke. They were both talking low, and I had to really concentrate to hear them.
“I can’t do it, Tim,” she said. “I’m sorry, but I’m a married woman. I didn’t mean to lead you on. I’m not generally like that, please believe me. I also want you to know it’s not because I find you unattractive. In fact, I think you are the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on. I’m married though, and I could never cheat on George. He’s a wonderful guy and he treats me like a queen. I hope you understand.”
Tim smiled at her, nodded and said, “I understand, Doris. I may not like your answer, but I’ll respect it. I’ll say this—I think George is one very lucky man. Before we go to bed though, can I ask one thing? Can I kiss you again?”
My wife smiled up at him sweetly and replied, “I shouldn’t, I know. I really shouldn’t, but I guess one more kiss won’t hurt anything. One more kiss and then we need to go to bed.”
I watched as my wife and my best friend kissed. It was no peck on the cheek or innocent closed-mouth kiss either. It was long, passionate and hot. I could see that Tim was slipping her the tongue, and more amazingly, she was doing the same with him! Finally it ended, and they got off the couch. I scurried back to bed before I was noticed. I’d seen my wife nearly seduced, and as she crawled into bed I had a raging hard-on. What happened next made me even hornier.
Doris lay still for a while, and then, evidently convinced that I was asleep, she began masturbating. At first I wasn’t sure what she was doing, until she began to squirm and her breathing became labored. I then realized she was fingering herself. My wife was jerking off!
It was beyond belief! My quiet, shy, sexually conservative, almost prudish young wife was frigging herself with her finger. Even more amazing was hearing her groan in release! There wasn’t a doubt. She had climaxed! It was the first orgasm I’d ever known Doris to have. Luckily for me, she was so busy she didn’t notice what I was doing. I left a sticky mess on my leg, my fingers and the sheet. I’d been playing with myself, and I’d come as well.
If Doris noticed the mess I’d made on the sheets, she never said a word, though I did notice that there were clean sheets on the bed the next evening. Neither Tim nor Doris gave the slightest indication of their antics the next day. I only noticed one time when the two of them made eye contact, held it momentarily and then exchanged a knowing smile.
I felt a little under the weather the next two days and went to bed early both nights as a result. On Friday, though, I felt fine, and Doris and I went to bed at the same time. I found her to be in an exceptionally amorous mood. Not only did she want to make love; she was more responsive and energetic than I’d ever seen her.
Doris generally is not one for a lot of foreplay, but that night she insisted I do a lot to get her ready. In fact, she had me use my finger on her until she climaxed before I even entered her. It was the first orgasm I’d ever given Doris. It was with my finger and not with my prick, but I didn’t mind. I liked her new, hot, responsive ways.
After she had climaxed, she did something else totally unexpected—she swung herself around and took me in her mouth. She didn’t want me to come in her mouth, but the very idea that she would perform orally on me was fantastic! After about five minutes or so, I warned her that I was ab
out to come. We then shifted positions and I entered her, climaxing almost immediately. She didn’t come with me that time, but she insisted she didn’t mind. She cuddled up to me and we fell asleep.
But only an hour later I awoke to find Doris again masturbating herself. She got herself off and then went to sleep. She got up before I did the next morning, and when I looked over at her side of the bed I saw a large wet sticky spot where she had been lying.
Saturday, Sunday and Monday nights were much the same. She was more interested in foreplay than I’d ever seen her. For the first time in our marriage, I tasted her pussy. It was her idea. I’d get her off with my fingers or tongue, she’d suck on me for five minutes or so, and then I’d fuck her. Then half an hour later she’d finger herself until she climaxed again.
The change in our sex life was incredible! I did not feel one bit angry with Tim for trying to seduce my wife. Instead, I was thankful to him. Tim had awakened a passionate side to her I had not even known existed. I understood that a lot of the lust and passion she was showing was probably directed at Tim, but I was the beneficiary of it.
When Tim returned that Tuesday night, I wondered if anything more might happen between them. Doris had been acting so hot and horny that I wondered if my friend might actually succeed in seducing my wife. There was more subtle flirting that evening. And she did stay up later than I did, but when I crept out of the bedroom to the stairway to spy on them, I saw no sexy encore. They spent all their time talking.
I listened as my wife asked my friend all kinds of questions about himself and his life. That was all there was—talk! When she went to bed, though, she instantly masturbated. Though nothing sexual had happened and I’d not even seen them kiss that night, she obviously had been quite aroused. After Tim left, our sex life was hot and hectic through the weekend.
I knew before Tim arrived the following week that he had no chance to score with my wife. Her period started on that Monday, and she was flowing heavily all week. That is one thing Doris has always been one hundred percent consistent on. She is not the least bit interested in sex while she has her period. To this day, she has never once let me touch her during that time.
She was the same way toward Tim. In fact, she acted almost cool toward him that evening. He could sense it, and didn’t push things with her.
Doris’s period had ended by Friday, and that weekend she and I were at each other hot and heavy. After Monday’s hot bedroom action, I was wondering if my wife might be ready to give in to her growing lust for Tim. That Tuesday night she nearly went all the way with him. She wound up lying on the couch with him, madly making out. I was playing with myself as I spied on them. When he started to undo her jeans though, she suddenly stopped him.
“Uh, no! No, I can’t!” my wife gasped. She extracted herself from him, got off the couch and left him there with a case of blue balls. I barely had time to get back to our bedroom without her seeing me.
As I lay in bed listening to her play with herself, I found myself actually feeling sorry for Tim. He was supposed to be my best friend, but he’d been trying for four straight Tuesday nights to seduce my wife. Yet I felt bad about him being left in the lurch once more.
I wondered how Tim and Doris would react to each other the next morning. In particular, I wondered if he would be angry with her. He was not, though Doris did apparently feel guilty for leading him on and then stopping him. She was extra attentive and nice to him. When he left our house, she saw him to the door. They spoke in low tones, but I could hear what they said.
Tim said softly, “If you ever change your mind, I’ll still be ready.”
“I’ll think it over,” Doris whispered. Then she surprised me and Tim both. She suddenly gave him a quick kiss right on the mouth. He just stood there, taken off guard. She then quickly closed the door as I ducked my head back into the kitchen.
Doris’s actions and demeanor during the following week suggested that she was in turmoil about what to do. I had seen and heard enough over the past few weeks to know she really did want to go to bed with Tim. But she was still bothered by a strong sense of commitment to her marriage vows and her own internal sense of moral right and wrong. She was clearly torn, not knowing which way to go.
Her actions around me were equally confusing. We only made love twice during that week. The first time was the evening Tim left. The other was on Friday night. Both times she insisted I use my tongue and finger on her to get her to climax before I entered her. She did not actually have an orgasm when I fucked her either time. But both times she fingered herself to climax within an hour after we had made love.
On Thursday night she seemed uninterested in sex. On Saturday and Sunday evening, she was almost standoffish toward me, refusing me sex both nights. But on Monday night she really threw me for a loop. She had me suck her until she climaxed. Then she went down on me. When I warned her I was about to come, though, she didn’t back off as usual. She kept slurping on my dick until I couldn’t hold back, and I came strongly into her mouth.
Doris held on and gamely swallowed my load. Then she wiped her lips and chin off on the sheet, smiled at me and promptly gave me a sperm-flavored kiss. I held her close and we contentedly drifted off to sleep.
As we did so, I wondered what she would do when Tim arrived the next day. My previously very conservative, prudish wife had changed greatly during the past month. Would adultery be next on her agenda of new adventures?
When I came home from work the next evening, I was certain I knew the answer. Doris looks good in anything she wears, but her normal attire at home is jeans or slacks and a casual top. That evening she was wearing a very tight, low-cut dress. She’d been to the beauty shop and she looked ravishing! I detected the scent of her favorite alluring perfume. I had no illusions. I knew that all this was for Tim’s benefit.
Tim knew it too, as soon as he walked in the door. He stood and stared at her, and she gave him a seductive come-on look that said everything. All evening long she flirted and made eyes at him. Up until that evening her eye contact and flirting with Tim had been very subtle. That evening she was almost brazen about it. The signals she was putting out were so audacious, Tim and I both would have had to be blind not to notice them.
She also stuck to him like glue all evening. She sat close to him, hung around him, and her hands were constantly touching his shoulders, arms or hands. At ten o’clock she said to me, “Honey, you can go ahead and go on up to bed anytime you want to. Tim and I will probably stay up and watch a movie on cable.”
I took her cue and headed up to bed. My wife’s actions all evening left no doubt in my mind as to what would happen. They would undoubtedly turn on the television, but neither of them would be watching it. The only person watching a show around our house that evening would be me. Tim had been trying for a month to get into my wife’s pants, and she obviously had decided to let him do it. Tim was going to fuck my wife, and I was determined to watch it happen.
I didn’t stay in our bedroom very long. It’s a good thing too! They wasted no time getting things going. By the time I’d crept back to my vantage point on the stairs, they were going at each other hot and heavy. They were on the couch making out like mad, hands all over each other and clothes coming off fast. They were both hotter than pistols for each other. Once they had stripped, Tim started to go down on her but she wouldn’t let him.
“No, no, in me! In me! I want you inside me! Fuck me now!” Doris pleaded. Tim lined his huge cock up at my wife’s hole, and then went all the way inside her with one thrust, burying his cock up to the balls. They were both in frenzy, lunging wildly at each other.
Not even an accomplished cocksman like Tim could last long under those circumstances and with only a few thrusts Tim reached his climax. That triggered Doris’s orgasm also. I watched my wife clamp her legs around Tim’s, her groin thrust upward and her hands clasping his bare ass as he ejaculated inside her.
Doris threw her head back, closed her eyes and groa
ned deeply as she had her very first cock-induced orgasm. Their bodies seemed to be in perfect harmony as they climaxed together. Doris’s body shuddered again and again in ecstatic release as she received each spurt of hot, creamy sperm up inside her. Then with a final simultaneous quiver they kissed passionately as their bodies slowly relaxed. Finally they lay panting and exhausted on the couch; their bodies still joined together.
When Tim finally withdrew and got off her, I saw Doris open her eyes and smile sweetly at him. For a few moments they shared the soft, sweet talk of first-time lovers. When Tim asked her if she regretted what she had done, my wife said no. She did tell him, though, that she very much hoped her husband would never find out, and she also said that she hoped he hadn’t just made her pregnant. Tim then leaned over and kissed her lips and asked, “Does that mean you don’t want to do it again?”
My wife grinned at him and replied, “No, it doesn’t mean that. It does mean, though, that I think we should go up to your bedroom. We’re very exposed here. If my husband came downstairs, he would catch us for sure.” She then gave him a very seductive smile and added, “Besides, there’s more room in bed.”
I hastily went back to our room before the two lovebirds came upstairs and headed for the guest room. As soon as I heard them enter the bedroom down the hall, I beat off.
Doris did not come to our bedroom until past four in the morning. I don’t know how many more times they did it, but I would bet it was more than once.
The next morning I noticed Doris and Tim exchanging knowing lovers’ looks when they thought I was not looking. I spied on them as she saw him out the door. I saw her kiss him on the mouth and playfully pat his crotch. “I’ll see you in two weeks,” I heard Tim say to her.
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