Chapter 2

Book Two

We’ve been talking more and much of what we’ve been discussing is exactly how to move forward while keeping her in her comfort zone.

To my relief, despite more time passing by, Suzanna’s desires haven’t changed. She admitted that she felt that she now truly wants to do this regardless of how long it may take for whatever events to happen.

She said that she still felt most comfortable if she could let Peter’s flirting maybe take a step further. From our experiences, that will probably be easier option. That is, rather than us wait for the sun and stars and the moon to be in perfect alignment so that a relative or complete stranger to sweep her off her feet. Incidentally, this is very much the position we were in a few years ago after we’d visited 2 local swing-clubs. The ‘scene’ we found was very sexually stimulating but neither Suzanna nor I felt we could feel comfortable just ‘letting it happen’ there. After being at both clubs, we left feeling very hot and horny but also feeling that it was just too impersonal for our first times. There was one guy who seemed to catch her fancy at one of the clubs that even now, several years later, she will still bring him up and remind me of that night. If she had the experience from Boston under her belt back then I’m confident that she would have gone off with him at the club. But she didn’t and we didn’t.

I asked her again if she would be comfortable with sleeping with someone she works with. I told her that I thought she was fine about it 20+ years ago when I was that ‘guy’ at work (among others) but that I wasn’t sure how she felt now so much later.

She said that she knew of a lot of other ‘fooling around’ that goes on between people who are even closer at work than she and Peter are (in terms of working together) and that she felt she’d be okay.

I told her that I did indeed remember Peter and that I thought he would be discrete enough to not be spreading it around about her or writing her number in the men’s’ room. She laughed at that.

We discussed other guys and she said to me honestly that since she’s been back from Boston, that she’s ‘had her eyes open’ and is surprised at how many guys she might actually be interested in once she stopped to look and think about them. Even caught the eye of guys in our local shops and other places she said and, as she put it, “I never even looked before”.

Again, she said pretty clearly that she felt that with Peter, there was already a sort of spark that came from their playful banter and flirting. She said that now she’s got her eyes open, that Peter may still represent (my interpretation) an easier way to start. And that really is how we’ve felt all along, even from back when we checked out guys from the internet and checked out the swing-clubs. She and I both felt that those routes would have been easier and maybe even fun, if she (and I) already had some experience with all of this. I admitted that had she run off with that guy at the swing club years ago I wouldn’t have run after them or try to interfere or stop it or to even be sure I wouldn’t feel badly about it afterwards.

Even now, despite her fun in Boston and my confirmed lack of ill-will about it, I think she still needs more time and experience before we can be more cavalier about what we are considering doing and feel more comfortable about checking out other guys she/we don’t know well. Anyway, we’re still moving ahead and I’m finding myself wishing spring and the warm weather would be here already so the whole ‘let’s go out after work’ stuff gets started.

She came home tonight and told me that the ‘opportunity’ may come this Friday. She said that the warm weather this week has encouraged a bunch of her work-mates to setup to go out for drinks and bar-food this Friday after work. I asked if Peter would be there and she smiled and said “yes” but she reminded me that he knows other people in her area. I asked her if she thought she might actually fuck him Friday and she said she wasn’t sure it would go that far but that she planned on giving in to his teasing and flirting and that she hoped, if nothing else, that she might break the ice with at least some kissing.

So, who knows what will happen. All I told her was to have a good time and to take her time and not feel like she has to rush home if she doesn’t want to.

I’m sort of on pins and needles now but I also don’t want to push too much to talk about it; at least not just yet. Our daughter is just off to bed and our son will be saying his good-nights within the hour so that’s when we may talk more.

Wish me luck with her on Friday. I know she’s horny by how she was acting earlier. A part of me wants to say I have a headache or something as a way of saying no to her going tomorrow night. What am I thinking?!

Suzanna’s busy downstairs but she’s hinted about sex tonight and I’m sure we shall be talking about Friday; it’s bound to mentioned in bed.

Last night we shared quite an interesting discussion. She brought up a mention of maybe just kissing Peter and perhaps not going much further than that. I listened and she continued by asking me how I felt about her having kissed Grant and now, maybe, Peter.

I wasn’t sure what she was saying as I just never thought about it all that much. So she asked me if it upset me or if I was concerned about it. I still didn’t get it and finally asked her what she was concerned about. It turns out my wife has this interesting take on kissing, she believes her enjoyment of it is something that might be, to her, almost more personal and intimate than something more sexual.

I’ve seen her kiss other guys. As I said, we got pretty far one time with another guy. It turned me on like crazy and I remember thinking to myself, “what’s the right answer here?”. I finally just told her that it turned me on for her to be sensually kissing another guy. I think I just felt like it was better to just tell her. I told her that it turned me on to see her get excited as another guy kissed her. She then shared with me that when we’d always talked about her with another guy, that she’d never thought much about anything other than how she’d be having sex with him; she’d never thought about kissing. She was actually worried that I wouldn’t be okay about it.

Are all women this weird about all of this kind of stuff?

I finally just looked at her and told her that if she felt good about what she was doing that she should just go with it and not worry so much, that I just wanted her to have a great time. I then added something like I know that if she lets herself go that she doesn’t have to worry about how I’ll be as long as it’s what she wanted to do at the time.

It was erotic last night watching her change for bed (she sleeps in just a long t-shirt) with me thinking that someone else could be seeing her like that tonight!

Anyway she did nuzzle up in bed which is her way of saying to me she wanted to mess around. I was nice about it. Although it was pretty late already and I said just that and then I added to it by telling her that if we didn’t tonight, that she’d probably be more horny tonight when she’s out.

She gave me that same giggle and told me I must really want her to be ‘naughty’ to which I gave her a big smile and a hearty, “yeah”. I will say that she did put on some of her nicer undies this morning, certainly not the plain old boring white ones. Instead she put on a nice pair of high-cut light blue ones and a nice, very lacy bra, nothing too revealing but very sexy. I was quiet about my thoughts and simply told her she looked great.

The only bummer here is the horrible weather this evening; it may put a hold on her plans. She said she’d let me know if she was or wasn’t going by about 4pm so I should know soon if she’s going or not.

She called about 4:15 and said that she was going even if only a few people show up but she added that she wasn’t sure that Peter was going to be there.

I told her to go and have a good time emphasizing that she hasn’t been out after work in a while so she should just go and enjoy. She had that same little giggle and said that she would and that she’d give me a call when she’s on her way home later.

I couldn’t resist it, I just told her that she DID NOT need to rush home at all. She giggled again and said that I should have fun with my imagination but then she added that I, “might want to wait till I get home.” That’s her way of telling me that I shouldn’t masturbate until later.

I didn’t ask anything else I just told her to be safe and have fun.

She called and said she’d be home about 10ish. I asked her what, if anything, had happened and she only replied, “You’ll have to wait till I get home to find out.” I was buoyant for a moment until she added, “I didn’t fuck him if that’s what you’re thinking...”. So I just asked if, she had fun and if ‘anything happened’. She gave me that giggle again and said I’d just have to wait.

She sounded really up and happy so I think she at least had some fun.

She came home horny as hell at about 10:15pm and within maybe 15 minutes we were naked in bed. It left no doubt that something had happened.

It wasn’t until we were in the afterglow lying there that I said, “so, what happened?”

She played it a bit coy at first and then told me they’d gotten there about 5:45pm and there were actually quite a few people, men and women, that she worked with there. She said Peter didn’t show till closer to 6:30pm and that she was all smiles when he got there. she said everything was just like any other after work get together until maybe about an hour later, about 8pm, when they started playing some music and dimmed the lights.

I loved the look in her eyes when she said that he’d asked her to dance a bit and she said he was very happy when she said yes! She said she played up her being a bit tipsy and played along with his flirting. At one point she said he said something about a bump-and-grind and she said she just said something like, “just say when” as they danced.

I asked her if he was surprised at her playfulness and that’s when she said quietly, “well, I’ve been flirting back for a long time you know”. Damn if that didn’t get me hard a second time quickly.

Anyway, she said that they just danced and talked either alone or with her out there with some of her girlfriends doing line-dances or whatever until about 9pm when some of the crowd started to say they were going home.

Suzanna said she was going to be leaving about 9:15 and Peter immediately said that he’d walk her to her car. She turned to look at me and said, looking me right in the eyes, “when I got to the van, I turned and kissed him”.

Damn, that look in her eyes said it all! She was ready to fuck him at that moment. I just could tell from how she said that to me, as if to tell me it WILL happen.

She said when he returned her kiss she opened the back doors of our minivan and they got in the back and closed the doors. She then told me how she felt like she was in high-school again making out in the backseat of a car in a parking lot.

I could tell from how she said it that she was horny.

She said she let him open her blouse and play with her tits and then she just said, “I would have let him go further but we saw people walking out towards us and we both sort of felt guilty.”

She reminded me how many people talked about the first night that she and I got together almost 25 years ago - also in the back-seat of a car - when we were fucking and how many had people commented on the rocking car and the steamed windows. I reminded her that the guys all slapped me on the back for finally getting back in the saddle after my divorce. She smiled at that and then went on to say she just wasn’t ready to deal with that if it were to happen so they sort of stopped and lay low till the people went by. He took one last good feel of her tits, sucked on both nipples telling me he “kissed them goodnight” and then gave her such a passionate kiss that it left her literally WET! She almost never responds that way anymore so it was a definite turn-on to hear that. It was then that was when she called me, about 9:45 or so, after he’d left. She said she straightened up as best as she could and then raced home to take her desires out on me! Lucky me!

I asked her then if it was a ‘done deal’ that she was going to fuck him sooner than later. She gave me that same giggle and nodded her head ‘yes’ I told her that I loved her, hugged her tightly and told her that I wanted her to have the best time she could.

I’m sure we’re going to have one heck of a weekend! Seemed like a nice way to start a Mother’s Day weekend for her. I think I’ll have flowers and a bottle of wine waiting for her later.

I keep waiting for this train to derail, it seems almost too easy or something for this to be happening like this. I won’t say that there’s not a part of me that is wondering how long she may have been interested in Peter but I think I’ll wait to ask that question. I have to say that some of this seems almost too planned from her side but I certainly am not complaining.

A week later and she called me at work and said that she was going out with the same crew as last time and that she probably wouldn’t be home till late.

I came home and our daughter was home from school and told me, “mommy came home, changed and left again”. I asked her if she looked pretty for going out and my daughter said yes, and she described this tight sleeveless top and a pair of jeans as what she was wearing when she left.

I took the liberty to check the bathroom and her diaphragm is not there. She doesn’t normally carry it in her pocketbook so I’m assuming she took it when she came home to change.

I think tonight may finally be the night she lets herself go.

We’ve talked on and off over the past few days/weeks and I’ve continued to encourage her and to emphasize that I want this to be fun for her and that seeing her having “fun” is what gets me turned on.

She Did It! Holy crap, she did it. I didn’t hear from her all night until she texted about 11:30pm so that was about 6 hours after they’d all left work saying “On my way home now. Stay up for me.”

I couldn’t tell what that meant; did she or didn’t she? I swear my cock was hard for the entire 20+ minutes until I saw the headlights in our driveway. From the moment she got out of the van I knew she’d fucked him. When you’re with someone for 25+ years now you can look at them and know certain things (like I can usually tell when she’s been masturbating; she just has this different way of moving and holding herself and how her face and body look more relaxed).

I almost ran down to the door but waited for her upstairs in our bedroom. A moment later she opened the door and I looked at her closely. From her hair, which looked like she’d been riding in a convertible for a while; to her bra-less breasts (it was sticking out of her pocketbook); to her tight jeans, she just had this look of being incredibly sexually aroused and very content about it. I can’t explain it but I loved how she looked, almost like the smile she gets licking the last of the icing off the cake-knife.

What’s beyond horny to describe how I felt at that moment. I took her in my arms and as we kissed I pulled her down onto the bed and we rolled around. I wasn’t in the mood for a lot of foreplay and fortunately, neither was she as there was no resistance when I pulled up her top to expose her breasts.

We still hadn’t talked but I knew she’d fucked him. I knew from how her tits felt, taut just like, her upper body felt taut, like she’d been breathing heavily for a while. I kissed her neck and she tasted salty. I guessed from perspiring either from dancing in the bar or dancing with Peter somewhere else.

I licked down towards her tits and it just struck me that maybe not even 30 minutes earlier Peter was sucking on them and pawing them just as I was. That thought was like a jolt to me and as I licked and sucked at her myself I eagerly pulled down her jeans. I wasn’t at all surprised to find she hadn’t put her panties on under her jeans and even less surprised that the crotch of her jeans was very damp, even a bit wet. I could not get them off her fast enough. I swear if I’d had a knife I would have cut them off her. The moment I had them off I turned to kneel between her legs and all I could do was just stare for a second. It was as if time had stopped still as I gazed at my beautiful wife and the body that she’d just shared with another guy. I swear my cock felt as if it would burst as I thought of her lying naked like that with him where ever they’d been. But the sight between her legs was the ultimate for me.

I cannot explain it but seeing Peter’s cum leaking out of Suzanna’s pussy as she just lay back with her body up on her elbows. The sight of that was just my ultimate fantasy; I swear if I would have touched my cock or it would have rubbed on the bed I would have let loose without even touching it.

It wasn’t creamy - I knew it wouldn’t be - but just knowing Peter had cum inside her just fucking turned me on like nothing ever before. I was always confident that the sight would have that effect on me but the reality of that moment was just incredible.

You could tell she’d been fucked! Her whole pussy mound was reddened and everything was swollen, her clit; pussy-lips; the whole area! And, my god, when she’d breathed in deep it opened up a little and another dribble of wetness would appear. I must have stared like that for at least a minute or more until she made a noise and I finally looked up at her face to see her huge smile.

We still hadn’t spoken other than groans and half-sentences but I honestly didn’t care; at that moment I needed to be in her. It was almost like it wasn’t a choice, I actually needed to be in her. I think I mumbled something like ‘my turn’ or something; she responded to with ‘mmmm hmmmm’, a definite yes!

I didn’t think about it but I squirted a bit of Astroglide on my rigid cock out of habit and then realized I probably didn’t need it. I will never forget the next 30 seconds or so. Feeling how hot her pussy felt as I slid the tip of my cock between her very swollen pussy lips. I rubbed it up to her clit and then pulled back and started out at the bottom again. This time though there was no hesitation, I pushed into her.

That is a feeling I will never forget. I slipped right into her and she just felt incredible. It immediately struck me that she felt now like how she normally does when we’re done and, oh my god, I loved it and she knew it!

She looked at me with these wide open eyes and smiled and said something that sounded like ‘you weren’t kidding’ but I was honestly too lost in the feeling of this warm wet velvet that I was slipping my cock in and out of. A million thoughts ran through my head as I just let myself go wild thinking everything I ever could. All sorts of thoughts from stories and videos; it was incredible.

Perhaps it was just the intensity of the moment but even now, 24 hours later looking back, I will say that was probably the most mentally intense fuck I’ve ever had. As intense as it was mentally, as I looked down at our bodies meshed together at the moment I thought about Peter being in her as I was then, that was it for me, I let loose like a geyser. I think she felt it for it seemed to me that even her own eyes bulged out a bit as I shot my load inside her.

The next few minutes were lost to both of us for I think we both fell asleep for like a 5 minute catnap. The next thing I really remember is kissing Suzanna as she lay on top of me at an angle. I held her tight and kissed her back and whispered, “Thank you, you were incredible”.

She gave me that giggle again and thanked me for staying ‘up’ and with a huge kiss and hug, she thanked me back for everything.

We lay there and I finally asked her if he was any good and what made her come home and change and what happened.

She said that one of her girlfriends at work called her and asked if she wanted to join the rest of the group for drinks again. She actually said no at first. Then she later thought about the possibility of Peter being there and decided to go.

I listened for more info as there was still something missing about what made her come home to change and get her diaphragm. She said that later in the afternoon she’d run into some people who heard that she was now coming and that was when she heard for sure that Peter was going.

She told me that it was the hardest moment in her life to decide to put her diaphragm in her pocketbook and take it with her along with the contraceptive jelly. She hadn’t given it a thought beforehand but after she changed and then looked at herself in the mirror she said she didn’t think twice about it. When she saw how hot she looked she just told herself that it was obvious she wanted Peter, so why fight it?

I have to say I was getting hard again listening to her tell me this.

She said that after they’d been at the bar for a few hours that she said she was just feeling good about Peter and it was obvious to her that he wanted her and that, she said, was when she went to the bathroom and put in her diaphragm, “ ... just in case”.

She said that by about 10:45pm or so that she was going to start to say her goodbyes and that would include Peter but she saved him for last. She looked at me and asked me again if I was sure I was okay with hearing all of this. All I could do was say “yes” over and over again. She continued, “That’s when I asked him to walk me out to my car as it’s dark out.”

Even now the next day I’m still surprised that she took the lead like that but I’m so glad she did.

She drives a mini-van and when they got to it, she said the driver’s door was facing away from the bar-entrance. He opened it for her and as she turned to get in he grabbed her, pulled her towards him and then kissed her deeply. My cock was now at half-mast again.

She says that the next 30 minutes or so was a frenzy of back-seat sex like she said she hasn’t had since she was a teenager. She said they got naked in the back of the van (it has tinted windows) and there wasn’t anything they didn’t do or try. (Well, maybe there is one thing; she is NOT into anal-sex).

She sucked his cock and licked and held his balls. She said he licked her pussy and that he had a very talented tongue. Then she said she knew the big moment was approaching. She said she felt calm though and said once they were naked that she didn’t feel any anxiety related to the circumstances. Actually she said that she almost felt the opposite, like she’d somehow let herself accept that at that moment it was her that wanted to have sex with him. It wasn’t me wanting her to do it; at that moment she said she wanted to have sex with him for her own self.

She held me tightly and said that she hadn’t let herself go that far in Boston with Grant; then she just couldn’t let herself feel that wanton or whatever.

I told her that I was so glad that she did finally do it and that I was very proud of her for letting her finally accept that she has desires and things of her own that she wants to do, this being one of them.

I held her close and told her how it turned me on incredibly that she shared herself with Peter as she did and I even told her that it really turned me on that she’d let him cum inside her! I told her that I thought she might want to be more careful about that next time.

She’s been very horny and I do mean VERY horny. We talked about everything last Saturday. She said that now she really felt okay about what she was doing. That there were no uncertainties like she’d felt in Boston. She said that Peter was in a very happy mood because his week-long vacation started. I hadn’t even thought anything about Peter’s circumstances; turns out he is married! It just never occurred to me. She said that he had said that this was the first time he’d ever gone this far with another woman although he had been married for years. This being the case we’re counting on him being discrete.

I kind of questioned that but Suzanna said that he did seem to be quite hesitant once they got beyond the flirt-stage. That made me feel better as I don’t think I’d yet expressed my concern about his health-status but if he’s been married for a while and if Suzanna’s his first new partner, well, I guess it’s better. Anyway, I asked her how she liked it seducing a younger guy. She said she loved it but then quickly added, “If you’re okay, that is”. I reminded her that as long as she was happy with it and that she and I were still good with each other that I was okay.

I can’t say that we really talked too much more about it other than when we were messing around and she’d tell me little things like, “Peter kissed me there too,” and, “He sucked my breasts like that”. Damn, hearing that stuff gets me hot.

We did talk about birth-control and she said that Peter was cool with her using a diaphragm as he liked that far better than condoms. Personally I’d like her to go on the pill so I could go down on her afterwards; spermicide tastes just plain nasty! I remember joking with her asking if his wife made him use condoms with her.

I’m not sure what next week will bring. I asked Suzanna if she thought this was going to happen again or be anything more than a once in a blue-moon thing and she just said she hadn’t really thought about it. That, for now, she was very satisfied and that sometimes, when you know you can have something whenever you want it, that you don’t want it all the time, just when the mood strikes.

I have to say that it is still incredibly arousing to me to think about her with another man. Every time I’ve had sex with her since Boston and now (especially this week) if I just let my mind wander to imagine them together - I just go wild.

And she knows it...

My wife had finally fucked her friend from work. Suzanna’s been literally on-fire since her romp with Peter. It’s almost funny because she is now, in many ways, like she was when we first started together. It seems now that anytime I’m hard she’s ready for me. I had found myself masturbating more in recent years as we fell into a husband/wife rhythm but now, actually ever since her first step over the line in Boston, she’s simply always horny and seemingly, always ready.

She’s been with Peter several times since that first time when she was very tentative about it as if she was scared or embarrassed to let me see her wanting sex with him. I was totally turned on by it and told her so many times in very certain terms.

I will never forget how I felt that next time she called me, maybe 2 weeks later, and asked if I’d be okay with her going out after work again. I asked if she’d be late but never asked about Peter. She said she didn’t think she’d be home before midnight. I just told her to have a good time and have fun.

Since this all started the moment that I remember most from that night isn’t when she came home from her ‘date’, no, it was when I got home from work and checked the drawer in the bathroom and saw that her diaphragm and jelly weren’t there. That was the moment that really hit me, that she’d probably hoped to and planned she was truly going to fuck him and that she’d taken her protection with her to work that morning.

I don’t recall the specifics right now but I do recall her coming home late and looking positively beautiful. The look in her eyes and just the way she seemed to carry herself. Feeling her wetness between her legs as we kissed; I just wanted to share that moment forever with her; only to be surpassed by the moment when we’d be in bed a few minutes later. I can’t find the words other than maybe pride at how I felt looking down at her naked body. Knowing Peter had just been in her and seeing his semen slowly dripping out of her. That was only surpassed by feeling her warm wetness as I entered her.

We talked a lot in the days after that and Suzanna said that she felt good about things and that while she may not understand why I feel as I do, she did say she’d try to stop questioning it and to try to just accept it. She fucked Peter one more Friday after work 3 weeks ago but beforehand she came to ask me whether she needed to always check with me if she wanted to be with him. I was surprised by her asking but then the thought of her being spontaneous and perhaps wanting him just on a whim seemed to arouse me. She asked me again and I just said that she didn’t have to necessarily tell me in advance but that she did have to promise to share with me in such a way that I could feel somehow a part of that moment, even afterwards.

I’m not sure what I meant by what I said but we haven’t really talked that much about it. We’ve been off this week and she’s been extremely fun to be with and very sexy so I’m not complaining.

Still, after writing this, I am now thinking that maybe I will ask her a bit more about just what she’s thinking, if she’s thinking anything at all. All I know is that I love the change in her and I love how open and responsive she is sexually. If this is the result of another guy fucking her 3 or 4 times then I’m sold on this.