One night about a year ago my wife Jean came home from work a little later than usual, which had been happening quite a bit lately. In addition, her hair and her clothes were a little dishevelled, which was unlike her, as she is almost always immaculate.
After 17 years of marriage I knew her pretty well, and I had been suspecting for a while that something was up. I followed her into the bedroom as she was changing clothes and caught her in her panties and bra. She was wearing fancier underthings than she usually wore for her everyday routine. She hurried to cover up, but not before I spotted a huge hickey on her breast that the bra didn’t hide.
That night in bed I confronted her with what I’d seen, and told her that I was positive she was having an affair. She became very upset and started to cry, finally admitting that she had been fooling around lately with one of her fellow workers, a young guy named Blake.
It had all started when he’d told her about some trouble he was having at home, and as she was consoling him she’d suddenly found herself kissing him as he passionately kissed her back. Then, at the annual Christmas party, she ran into him coming around a corner, and before she knew it they were embracing.
Somehow he had managed to pull her panties aside, and had been inside her before she had gotten up the will to protest. They screwed quickly against the wall, standing up, something I’d never been able to get her to do. Their affair had gone on from there.
Jean was very upset, and promised to stop immediately if I would only forgive her. I told her that I wasn’t upset about the sex, but that I was really disappointed that she hadn’t trusted me enough to tell me about it. I suggested that she should now tell me everything, especially how I had failed her and made her feel that she needed someone else.
Jean was quick to assure me that it wasn’t my fault. She said I was a great husband, but that the excitement of this new person in her life had made her feel sexy, young, and daring. Blake was a few years younger than she, and a real hunk, and she had been flattered by his attention to her.
At first she said that sex with him was pretty much the same as with me, but when I pressed her a little she admitted that his dick was quite a bit larger than mine, and that she had liked it so much that she just couldn’t bring herself to stop seeing him.
When I asked her if she still loved me, she threw herself into my arms and kissed me with such passion that it made my cock go stiff as a board. I don’t think I’ve ever been so hot in my entire life!
I slid into her without any resistance. She was wet, and maybe a little looser than usual, but she felt fantastic. I asked her if she had fucked Blake just before she came home that evening, and she admitted that she had. I asked if he had come in her, and she said he had twice. When she said that, I shot inside her with a blast more intense than any I could remember. When she saw how carried away I was, Jean came too.
Afterwards she said it was the fourth time she had come that day, as Blake had brought her off three times earlier that afternoon.
My God, was I ever excited, and more in love with her than ever! For the first time in years I was still hard after I came, and I just stayed inside her, as we basked in the afterglow. At that moment we were closer than we had ever been.
Jean told me that Blake had been very good at making her come with his tongue, and I asked her to show me exactly how he did it and help me improve my technique. She also said that he’d been wanting to fuck her ass, but that she’d been afraid to try that, especially as his cock was so large. I suggested that if she was tempted by the idea, I would get the lube and we could try it out.
Jean stared at me. “You mean you wouldn’t think I was kind of a slut if I did that?” she asked. I said absolutely not, but that, the idea of her being a bit of a slut made her even more appealing to me anyway.
I didn’t really know just how to go about it, but with the help of a lot of lube I managed to get first a finger, and finally my cock into her ass. I had to take it very slowly, working it into her tight rear passage. She couldn’t take all of it, but she said it felt good inside her. She started playing with her pussy and quickly had another orgasm.
I stayed inside her as she came and held her close as she calmed down. After a minute I heard her sobbing softly, and I asked her if I was hurting her.
Jean said no, not at all. She said she loved having me in her ass. She was crying because she was sorry for having been unfaithful to me, something she had never thought she could do.
I told her again that I loved her for being a little bit of a slut, and added that in fact, I knew she liked having sex with Blake too, and that I thought she should have more of him if that’s what she wanted.
Jean turned her head to stare at me. “You mean you would let me?” she asked, her damp eyes wide.
“Can’t you tell how excited I am since you opened up to me about this? It makes me hard every time I think about it.” I replied. “You’d enjoy having him once in awhile, wouldn’t you?” Jean admitted that she would, but said that she was tired of sneaking around and never wanted to do it again. “Well, now you won’t have to sneak around anymore,” I said.
This got us both so turned on that I started to fuck her again. This time she pushed back at me eagerly, and had taken almost all of my cock into her ass before we both came. We fell asleep nestled in each other’s arms and slept deeply.
The next day I suggested to Jean that she call Blake and invite him over for dinner that Friday. We went out and bought her a very sexy dress, which left her back bare and showed off her curvy legs. When she put it on that Friday night she didn’t bother with a bra, and her C cup boobs jostled and swung noticeably against the tight fabric of her dress.
Jean said she didn’t think she could be so bold as to actually wear it in front of the two of us, but the thought made her so hot that her pussy juice was running down her leg. I pulled off her panties and licked her clean, after which I told her she should leave her panties off tonight too, which she did.
When Blake showed up I could see why my wife had been so impressed. He was indeed a hunk. We had dinner and more drinks than usual, and I finally broke the ice by telling him that I knew about his affair with my wife, and that she was interested in continuing it, if he didn’t mind that it would be with my full knowledge. Blake was a little taken aback, but finally said that that was fine with him.
Jean then moved over in front of Blake as he sat on the couch, and pulled her dress up to show him that she wasn’t wearing panties. She asked him to take his clothes off, and he did. He was getting hard fast, and his erection was really impressive.
Jean had him lie back on the couch and asked me to come over and help her. She mounted him, pulling up the skirt of her sexy dress, and I held her pussy lips open while she sat down on his beautiful cock. I nearly lost it right there it was the most exciting thing I had ever seen. Jean then told me to go to bed, saying that she would come in shortly.
I went to our bedroom and undressed, listening to the sounds of fucking from the living room. In about half an hour my wife came in and asked me to help her take her dress off. She kissed me passionately, and pushed my face down to her breast, calling my attention to the new hickey that Blake had put there. She then pushed me farther down and told me to eat her out until she came. I could taste their mingled juices as I licked and sucked her pussy, but I didn’t mind.
After she came, Jean took a deep breath and said, “Honey, I want you to know that making love to Blake in front of you was a new high for me, and I don’t want to stop doing it. He has already made me come once, and I plan to come many, many more times tonight, with or without you watching me. What do you think about that?”
When she said that, I could hold off no longer. I mounted her roughly and rammed my dick all the way inside her with one thrust. I was unbelievably hot, and so was she. She fucked me like a wild whore, but before I could come she pulled away from me and ran back to the living room to fuck Blake some more. I wasn’t upset, instead I lay there stroking myself and imagining what they were doing right at that very moment.
A bit later she came back with Blake and led him by the hand to our bed. Lying down alongside me, she pulled him down on top of her and they fucked again. As the sweat poured off them in their frenzied coupling, Jean turned her head to me and kissed me passionately. He shot her full of his come, and as soon as he rolled off her she told me to climb back on, and while she fucked me she kissed him with her moaning, gasping mouth.
After I came inside her she told us that she loved us both, and wanted us to make love to her all night. Which we did, without a question. Who could ignore a request like that? The next morning we all took a long hot shower together and Blake and I took turns soaping Jean up and fucking her senseless.
My life has turned out so different than I ever imagined it could be and I love it. For starters, Blake lives with us now. We seldom wear clothes in our house anymore, and someone is usually getting it on at all times of the day and night.
When we tell Jean that she is in danger of wearing us both out, she says that maybe we should think about getting a third man to join us. God, I love this woman! J.S., Provo, Utah