I drove hard, my hips slapping into hers.
"Fuck me," she breathed.
"Do you think his cock would feel good in your pussy?"
She cried out and clutched my shoulders. She clawed, causing pain. "Yes!"
"Do you want to feel him? Deep?"
"Yes!" Her body went into uncontrollable spasms.
I emptied into her, squirting painful shots of lust and love.
~ ~ ~
I was at work. My phone chimed.
Text from my wife. "I love you."
A smile lit my face and a warm feeling descended over me. I so very loved this woman I had married.
I texted my love back.
My desk phone chimed. "Mister Franklin?"
It was Carla. "Yes, Carla?"
"Mrs. Preston would see you in her office."
"Now?"
"Yes, please."
I stood and placed my finger on the off-button. "On my way." I clicked off.
I rode the elevator up and stepped into the cool of Jacqueline Preston's executive floor.
Carla nodded at me, saying nothing. She stood and preceded me to the door. A single knock and she opened it for me, letting me in without bothering to look.
The auburn-haired woman came around her desk. That her hair was streaked with gray lent to her presence. "Richard."
"Ma'am." It didn't matter that her hand had been on my dick. It hadn't been for her interest. I knew it. She knew it, and I knew she knew it. There was no mix of sexuality among employees in this company.
"How is Jolene?"
"Fine. But you should know that. Walter texts her."
She nodded, her eyes still warm. She approached, close. Her poise was graceful and powerful. "Dinner. Friday. I'd like to show you that Babylonian piece I told you about."
And only that? Not anything about Walter and Jolene? "I will have to ask my wife, of course."
"Of course." Her smile was serene.
~ ~ ~
I entered the house to the smell of a very delicious-smelling soup.
Jolene looked up at me from over the pot. Her eyes spoke love.
Without speaking, I went to her and wrapped her in a hug. No words were spoken. We both clung to each other, not wanting to let go. She knew me and I knew her. The house could have burned down around us and neither of us would've let go.
I finally stepped back, smiling. "Smells good."
She grinned. "Just chicken soup."
"Yours is always the best."
"How was work?"
Did she know? "Jacqueline invited us to dinner Friday. Their place."
She nodded. She said nothing.
"Should I RSVP we're coming?"
She was stirring. She glanced at me with eyes that said she was deep in thought. "Do you want to?"
I noticed the difference. There was no hope, or excitement, or anticipation. Instead, she wanted to know if I desired it. That made me think.
I took a bottle of Italian wine from the small rack and grabbed the corkscrew opener. I slowly twisted it in.
She looked again at me. Noncommittal.
I flipped the lever down against the lip and pulled up on the arm. The cork came out with a satisfying "pop." I twisted the cork off the opener. "Do you?"
"If I did?"
My penis stirred. My stomach flipped. The dichotomy in feeling was not pleasant. "If we didn't go?"
She knew what I meant. What if I declined? She went back to stirring, then put the spoon down. She positioned the two bowls. "Then we don't go. But I think I want to go."
Did she sound depressed? Disappointed? Hopeful? I couldn't tell.
She lifted the pot and used the spoon to scoop and pour soup into the two bowls. She hated ladles. And I loved her for it. Beyond words.
"Then I'll accept." The words were out of my mouth.
She didn't look pleased, or thrilled, or surprised. She paused what she was doing and looked at me. Deep.
"Are you sure?"
I poured two glasses of Merlot. "Yes, I think so. I have a confession to make."
She carried the two full bowls to the table. "Hmm?"
"When you were dancing. Last week."
"Yes?" She sounded guarded.
"Jacqueline was stroking me."
Her eyes went large. "She…"
"Yes."
"What brought that on?"
I sat in my spot. "I think she was trying to excite me for what Walter was doing to you."
"She wasn't trying to put the moves on you?"
I laughed. It was quiet, fierce, and stressed. "No. not at all."
"But she touched you?"
"For her husband's sake, I think."
"What? How?"
"She effectively shut me up so Walter could grope you without me interfering."
She squinted at me. Then she finally nodded. "That sounds like her. Did she make you finish?"
"No."
"Well, I don't like it. You two work together."
"And that's different from you and Roy, how?" Roy was her fantasy co-worker.
"Roy doesn't come on to me."
He was real? Really? "Oh?"
"He's never even looked at me."
"Jacqueline has never looked at me that way, either."
She took a slurp of her soup, thinking. "Well, I'm not excited about you having some fling with your boss."
"Wasn't on my mind. And I can guarantee it isn't on hers."
Many minutes passed. I assumed the conversation was over.
"Alright," she said. "But I don't want you freaking out if Walter puts moves on me."
"Why would I?"
"Just remember, you wanted this to happen."
CHAPTER 9
Friday night was a night I will never forget. Ever.
I pushed the button on the gate-com and waited.
"Yes?" A female voice I did not recognize.
"Richard Franklin." My wife sat silent beside me.
There was no answer. An electronic beep and the gate swung open. We drove in and parked near the front door.
Their house was palatial.
Walter greeted us at the front door. A man stood near him in the semblance of a uniform. "Richard! Jolene! Come in." His exuberance was welcoming.
We entered and the uniformed man took Jolene's coat. Then he took mine.
Jacqueline floated towards us from the hall. "Richard, so glad you could make it."
As if I was the only one? I think from that moment on, I wondered how I could take her position from her at work. It was a crack in her seemingly insurmountable armor that said she was also nervous. Hadn't she done this before?
Walter led Jolene away as if we weren't there.
I said, "I wouldn't miss a chance to see that Akkadian Babylonian piece you mentioned."
Her smile actually became warm. I might have to guard against seeming too excited in the future over what she liked. Wouldn't want there to be difficulties over personal and business mixing.
She took my arm, possessively. "This way."
I'll admit, right now, that the comb was spectacular. Jeweled a little less heavily than I imagined, the thing had two sets of tines: one thick set and one thin. The middle had some kind of creature engraved on it. A griffon? I wasn't sure.
The comb was set on a stand of velvet in a glass case on top of a pedestal under a halogen spotlight.
"Wow," I said. If I had ever said anything to attract or entice or flirt with Jacqueline Preston, that was it, right there – and not intentionally.
She leaned against me, smiling. "Exquisite, isn't it?"
I could not help but admit the truth. "Yes."
~ ~ ~
"Where are they, anyway?" I asked.
We were sitting on a couch, sipping wine.
She looked at me with bright and knowing eyes. "Do you really want to know?"
I swirled my wine in my glass, aerating it. "Of course; she's my wife."
She sipped at her wine. "Fucking,
probably."
I blinked. That fast? My wife?
"Don't believe me?" Her gaze was playful.
"No, actually. I don't think I do."
She rose. "Come."
I followed her, half-finished wine in hand.
She led me deep into the house and up some stairs to a split-second level. She approached a closed door and slowed. She put her head close to the door. Then she motioned for me to come closer.
I frowned. But I came closer. Muffled sounds greeted me. My wife's sounds, as if muffled by a pillow or a mouth. Her moans told me it was sex.
My heart began to race. What was going on?
A hand pulled me away.
Downstairs, I began to pace. I downed the rest of my wine.
Jacqueline said, "Why don't you relax?"
I spun. "My wife is in there."
"I understand."
"Do you?" I faced her, accusation in my features.
"Of course I do. My husband is in there." She said it as if that was all that needed to be said.
I paced more, but silently. Was he hurting her? Was she okay? Was she happy? Was she scared?
I heard then, a cry, male, as if finding a painfully pleasurable end to a coupling.
I paced faster.
"Richard."
I looked at my boss.
She said, "It's alright."
How could I make her understand? "My wife is up there."
She rose from the couch and came to me. "I think…"
"What?" I paced back and forth, out of her grip with each turn.
"Come. Let me show you."
"Show me what?"
"Shh. I'll open the door and let you see. It's alright. Just be quiet."
Torn with the need to scream, I followed her, intrigued that my fears would be removed.
We re-climbed the stairs. She led me back along the hall to the door.
Pausing, she let me listen. Pants and moans came from within. Was that really my wife?
She quietly opened the door.
I saw the bed, large and high. On it, two forms struggled in desperate sex. Walter's butt flexed and moved back and forth between feminine legs.
Jolene lay there, clutching Walter, her fingernails digging into his back. Her face was screwed up in that concentration that seemed so familiar up close, but now viewed so far away.
That was my love. She was not in pain, or being hurt. Her hips moved with Walter's thrusts. I couldn't see if he was in her or not, but it sure looked like it.
A hand reached around and stroked my growing length in my slacks.
Walter was pulling out slowly and driving in hard. My wife's body moved with each thrust. Her face was registering bliss.
All at once, I hated his butt, and loved the sight. I knew her. I knew her sounds. These were hers. And hating him as I did, I became incredibly excited that he was treating my wife to pleasure.
Jacqueline unfastened my slacks and I let her.
She pulled my cock out and began stroking me from behind. Her breath was hot in my ear. "Do you like what you're seeing?"
My cock hardened fully. My eyes were transfixed on Walter's hips moving, driving his cock into my wife. "I…"
Her strokes scrambled my senses. I became aroused beyond all imagination. My shaft swelled larger than I have ever felt it. Her hand shafted it in time with her husband's thrusts into my wife's pussy.
I felt the connection, then. My wife was safe. She was liking what was happening. Her hips moved with his thrusts and her mouth gaped open in that familiar way. It was a little disconcerting seeing her move under another man, but not strange. Just familiar and different at the same time.
Jacqueline stroked my very hard cock while Walter fucked my wife senseless. "Do you like what he's doing to her?"
My breathing was ragged. "Yes."
"Do you like her enjoying it?"
"Yes."
"Do you love your wife?"
"Yes."
"Even now?"
"Oh, yes."
She pulled harder in her strokes. "Do you want Walter to fuck her?"
My head swam. Yes I did. Definitely. "Yes."
Her hand sped up. It felt good. "Do you want my husband to fuck your wife again?"
I whispered, "Yes, fuck yes." Lights flashed and my senses exploded. Long shots of cum erupted from my cock and I cried out in relief and agony.
Walter and Jolene looked over at me, then back to each other.
What I had done set off Walter. His butt clenched and he sank deep, convulsing and shooting his cum into my wife.
She cried out, her hips lifting to accept all of him. He grunted, clenching over and over as he filled her. Each clench of his ass sent another jet of sperm splashing into my wife's depths. His orgasm went on for a long time, his cock deep in my wife's pussy. It was his second orgasm, and he shot it as deep as he could, without a condom.
I loved it.
But they weren't done.
Jacqueline led me to a love seat and we sat.
Jolene smiled at me, unsure a couple of times.
I smiled back, unsure at first, but happy she was not being hurt.
Her smiles brightened. Walter was on his side, leaning against her, toying with her. After a few minutes of murmuring talk I couldn't make out, he moved down her form and began licking at her clit.
My wife seemed to melt into the bed. Her eyes closed and one hand came up and lightly stroked at her breast.
Walter worked her clit over and was massaging his penis – it was semi-hard.
He can't go three times, can he? Difficult for me to go twice.
As if reading my mind, Jacqueline whispered into my ear, "Looks like he going to try again. He usually only cums twice. But he's done it three times on certain occasions."
My wife didn't look abused, so I sat and waited, watching. Walter was no bigger than me. As he firmed, I saw that he had a slight upward curve. Mine was very straight.
Seeing my wife laying back and relaxed, all of my fears vanished. My worries were forgotten. What was happening was as natural as speech, or a touch. Nothing had changed, except that my beautiful wife looked even sexier.
I wondered then, did Walter appreciate her? Did he like what he was seeing? I hoped he hadn't said anything stupid like her boobs were too small or her hips too flat. He might take enjoyment with her but I was the one who had to deal with hurt feelings at home.
My eyes narrowed. She was mine; he better damned well treat her like a goddess.
He was hard again. He motioned and pulled on her hip.
She started, then began moving with his gestures. She got on her knees and he pushed her forward. Her swollen pussy was exposed, her ass in the air. She leaned down on her forearms and looked underneath her, watching him toy with his cock near her pussy.
He moved up and touched it to my wife's pussy. He moved the head around, just playing, making no moves to get it in.
Jolene wriggled her hips.
A push from his hips and I couldn't see the head of his cock anymore – it was inside my wife's folds.
I thought seeing their union would inflame me with anger, or jealousy. It was altogether different and unexpected. It didn't feel wrong, or taboo, or forbidden or disturbing. Nope, it actually looked like the most natural thing I could have imagined. It looked right. It looked nice and intimate and caused me feelings of happiness. It was totally unexpected.
Walter pushed all the way in. I couldn't see anything now as his hips were firmly pressed against the backs of her thighs.
My wife had raised her head a little and was moaning lowly. She did that for me. The moves and sounds were the same. Nothing new here indicated that anything had changed. She was feeling pleasure in her normal way just as she did with me.
A feeling floated around within me. I realized I had hoped she only ever really experienced pleasure with me. There was a slight jealousy for that. But it was eroded away into nothing by seeing her feeling good about what was happening
and the fact that she wasn't exhibiting anything other than her normal pleasure.
So then I started to feel good. I touched my cock again, massaging it as he moved against my wife. She pushed back against his thrusts and they worked together as he fucked her.
That's when I realized I was smiling. There was no threat here. Nothing to destroy the marriage. Of course, as long as she didn't want to run away with him. But I knew she loved me. She looked over at me a few times and all the same, strong love for me was in her eyes as we locked gazes.
In fact, her looking at me as she got fucked was probably one of the sexiest memories I will ever have of my lovely wife.
Walter pumped into her for a long time. I'm not sure how long. The bed moved lightly and eventually my wife laid forward, and down – only her ass lifted off the bed. She began moaning in something like a delirium. It was breathy and indistinct, as if she were floating somewhere else on the pleasure. Her eyes were closed.
Walter's muscles began to tense and he started driving his hips down into my wife's upturned pussy.
Her light, breathy moans turned into louder gasps and cries of ecstasy. Hair was all over her face, but I could see her brow furrowed in that look of sexual tension.
Walter had it, too, his mouth open in a grimace and his eyes squeezed shut as he strained to pump her faster and harder.
I loved seeing her butt jiggle to his thrusts. There wasn't much to jiggle, but it sure looked awesome. I could see parts of his shaft as he pounded her. In and out. My wife's pussy smoothly accepted his pistoning shaft.
He began making a strangling noise and then he pushed hard into her. He held it there, his body quivering and then suddenly jerking hard and forcefully, once again shooting his load deep into my wife.
Jolene wasn't responding. She was laying there, her ass up, and a look of concentration on her face. She was letting him finish in her and feeling it.
She slowly sank down when Walter pulled his dripping cock from my wife's pussy.
There was no complaint from me. I was hard again, stroking, but too sensitive to cum again.
Jacqueline was squirming on the seat next to me and looking at her husband.
Jolene was looking at me, opening and closing her eyes. We shared a smile. I'm not sure what mine looked like to her, but hers turned into one of relief.
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