Chapter 1: Paul

I'm sitting here in my apartment, hoping to hear from my wife from whom I have been separated for the last four months. Our divorce will be final a couple of weeks before Valentine's Day if I can't get her to change her mind.

I met Linda at a wedding, she was a friend of the bride and I was a friend of the groom. She is a redhead and built like a brick shithouse. Why do they say that? It's not a very good description of Linda. I have never seen a good-looking shithouse. She is and has always been a beautiful woman.

She is medium height, has an hour-glass figure, great rack and a beautiful ass. At the wedding she wore a silky red blouse and a tight black skirt, high heels and was easy on the eye.

I had played football and was well known throughout college and the neighborhood, but that was years ago. I was known as somewhat of a playboy but I thought I would give it up to be with a woman like Linda. I was now an automobile claims adjuster and had to go out of town two days a week, almost every week. Being single, it wasn't too bad: just go to the nearest lounge and find what I needed for the night.

I walked over to meet Linda. Her girlfriends were giddy when I came over and introduced myself. Linda said hi and introduced her friends and then I asked her to dance. She stared at me for a few seconds before accepting.

When we were on the dance floor we hardly moved our feet. I just wanted to hold her, she smelled so great. We spent the rest of the wedding reception together. If another guy came over and asked her to dance, I answered for her and told them she was with me. I think she liked me taking charge.

I took her home after the party and she let me kiss her but that was all. I knew she was going to make me work for more. I asked her out to a football game the following Saturday and almost every Saturday after that. I bought season tickets as an alumni.

Linda had graduated from the same college as I had, four years later. We never dated in college. It was a big school and you never meet everyone.

Thinking back, it was Valentine's day seven years ago before I got to home plate. She was worth the wait.

We became a couple and only dated each other. Everyone thought we belonged together, we got along so well. Me, an ex-playboy and her being kind of a flirt. I do have to say I did get a little jealous when I saw her talking with other guys. I guess because I figured I lived my life being horny, she did too.

She was thirty when we met and we got married six months later.

Life with Linda was good. Whenever I approached her for sex, she never denied me; she was a great lover. Once she gets hot she makes a lot of noise and would do almost anything.

I often wonder how many men she has been with. She always says she's just a normal woman but I've been with a lot of women and she's one of the best, sexually, that I've been with. When I do oral on her she almost always comes and she isn't afraid to return the favor. She prefers for me to come in her pussy but from time to time I like to come on her breasts.

She doesn't take any kind of birth control. She says if it happens, it happens. Since she is an elementary school teacher she is always around kids, and her brother and sister have kids so it's not like we don't have kids around. During one of my physicals I did have a sperm test and the sperm count was low but still possible. I never told her about it.

On one of my trips I decided to have sex with this woman who seemed lonely. At first I felt bad about cheating on Linda but this was just some horny sex, not an affair.

I love Linda, I really do but I also like strange pussy. Just about every time I'm on the road I have sex with women I meet in the bars. Some are married and out looking for a good time, others are single or divorced. To be honest, I prefer the married ones. They have as much or more to lose as I do. It's not too often that I fuck the same woman more than once but it has happened a few times.

I watch a lot of adult movies when I'm on the road. There sure is a lot of porn out there. I like the ones with cheating wives and even some of the voyeur movies. I often wonder if Linda cheats on me or what would it be like to watch her with another man. I bet that most men have at least thought about this sometime during their marriage.

Whenever Linda and I talk during sex I ask her if she would like to have other men fuck her and get her off. She always says she made a vow to be true to me and she was keeping that vow. But, deep down I do wonder if she's being honest with me. We never talk about our earlier sexual experiences. She always says it's in our past and is going to stay there.

I often pictured her with her legs spread wide and some guy pounding her pussy. Whenever I think this way my cock gets hard. I wonder if it will ever happen. I honestly don't know how I would feel if a fantasy of her with another man became a reality.

I do believe if I ever found out she ever cheated on me that I would ask for a divorce. I know that makes me two-faced but I'm just telling you how my crazy mind works. A woman who cheats can't be trusted but if it was a swap or we both agreed to it, I believe I would look at it differently.

I know what you're thinking. I cheat so should she dump me? The answer is 'Yes', she should but I hope it never happens. As I've already said, I love her. I really do. I do my best not to get caught. Maybe someday I'll stop, I've tried a few times but I'm pretty weak when it comes to pussy. Maybe I need to get caught to get rid of this addiction. If it ever happens, I hope Linda takes me back and forgives me.

Time to tell you what happened recently.

A young couple moved into our apartment block, and I found out that this young man was a part-time teacher at the same school where Linda taught. We were at a party at one of our friend's houses. This man, Carl, and his wife, Lisa, came up to us.

After introductions Carl asked if he and his wife could join us at our table. Before Linda could answer I told him it would be fine. Linda gave me one of those looks like, 'Why did you do that?' Later, when we danced, she told me about Carl. For now, being the wonderful woman she is, she invited them to sit down.

It turned out that Carl was twenty-four, and Lisa just twenty. He'd graduated from college three years ago and was a substitute teacher. Given that someone was out nearly every day due to vacation or illness, Carl had been subbing at Lisa's school frequently.

I wondered how a substitute teacher and his not-old-enough-to-graduate-college wife could afford an apartment in our complex. Before I could figure out a tactful way to ask (not that there is one), Carl volunteered that his family was wealthy. He could afford to sub because he had a trust fund. (or whatever)

While Carl told us about himself, I watched Lisa out of the corner of my eye. She was petite, had sassy short hair, and was sexy as hell. She looked young enough to be our daughter. When she talked to me her husband smiled. The looks from Linda were not so good. Now when Carl looked over at Linda I could feel he liked her. She was pleasant to him but I could tell she was apprehensive.

Now I had a problem, I wanted Lisa. I never played around near where I lived; you don't shit where you eat, as the saying goes. I should have left her alone, but I got hard just looking at this young nymph.

We were having drinks and my mind was working overtime. Without checking with Linda, I asked the others if they would like to go to a football game the following Saturday. It would be held in a nearby city. I had two extra tickets but they would have to pay for their own room. They jumped at the idea. Linda did her best not to show her anger.

She loosened up after a couple of drinks and became a bit friendlier. I danced with Linda and she told me she would tell me about Carl later but that he was always making passes at her at school and she was uncomfortable around him.

I told her that she was with me and I'm sure the young man wouldn't get too stupid. I'd be there to take care of her. She smiled, leaned over and gave me a kiss. I loved it when she had a few drinks in her.

Carl asked Linda to dance, and she agreed, albeit reluctantly. I could see he held her close but she was smiling so I figured she didn't mind.

In the meantime I danced with the little vixen. Damn, she was hot and flirty when I was with her on the dance floor. She held me close enough so she could feel my cock against her belly. One time I slid my hand down to her ass and she just smiled. I moved my hand back quick before anyone noticed. I knew I had to have this woman, at least once. The problem was: how was I going to do it?

On our way home Linda was mad at me for making the double date with Carl and Linda. Carl made her uncomfortable, and as far as Lisa went, she was almost young enough to be our daughter and acted like a slut. I think Linda was jealous of Lisa, probably because she was so young.

I tried to explain that I was just trying to be a nice neighbor and that since she worked with Carl it seemed like the right thing to do. Linda said as long as I was there she guessed it would be alright. She called me her protector, her knight in shining armor.

We agreed to go to the game and meet at the stadium. We would each get a motel room for the night so we wouldn't have to travel after we had been drinking.

Everything seemed like it was a go for Saturday. It was September so we didn't have to bundle up for cold weather. We packed some nice clothes because we intended on going out that evening after the game.

On Monday Linda headed off to school. I had the day off since I would be on the road Tuesday and Wednesday. It was still morning and I decided to go down and use the hot tub. I wasn't there five minutes when Lisa showed up in a tiny bikini.

"Wow, good seeing you here. Is Carl coming down?" I asked, hoping he wasn't.

"No, he had to go to work this morning and I thought I'd come down and relax a little," replied Lisa.

We talked for the best part of an hour. Damn, she looked good, and I told her so. We were flirting and I kept trying to figure how to have sex with this young vixen and not hurt my marriage. I could see the outline of her pussy in her wet bikini. I was pretty sure she was shaven.

After we got out of the hot tub, I walked her back to her apartment. I had a hard-on looking at this teeny bopper. She might have been twenty but she sure looked a lot younger.

When we arrived at her apartment, she invited me in for coffee. I was concerned about my wet trunks, but she got me a towel and.said it would be all right to sit on that.

I watched her shake her little butt as she walked around the apartment. I kept my hands in my lap hoping she didn't notice my condition. When she came back with the coffee she handed one to me and sat down right next to me. She looked at my hard-on and asked if she was responsible for it.

"Yes, as a matter of fact you are," I said as I leaned over to kiss her.

She put her hand up in front of her face to stop me, smiled, and said, "Naughty, naughty, you're a married man. I don't think Linda would approve."

"And Carl would?" I replied.

"Yes and no," said Lisa.

"I don't understand. Would you care to explain it to me?"

"Paul, Carl and I have an open marriage. Sometimes we swing with other couples. I don't do other men unless Carl does the wife. It's a rule we set and it works for me. I know Carl has other women and I don't care, but I know he would divorce me in a second if he knew I cheated on him."

"I don't get it, he can cheat and you can't? Seems a bit unfair."

"Paul, Carl's family is rich and I can have anything I want. I don't work, I relax and go shopping, and do whatever I want. I can even have sex with other men as long as Carl does the wife. Who knows, someday it may change."

I couldn't believe this. Here was a young woman I would love to have sex with but she couldn't do it unless her husband had sex with my wife. I couldn't see that happening.

I must have looked a bit dejected because Lisa said, "It's not all that bad. Maybe you can convince Linda. I know Carl has the hots for her, he told me so. He loves to do other men's wives."

I couldn't believe what I had just heard. Carl told his wife he wanted to fuck my Linda. I knew I should be mad but I wasn't. Maybe it was because I wanted my cock in Lisa at any cost.

Lisa looked at me. "We can play around a little; you just can't fuck me."

She reached over and put her hand on my cock. "Can I see it?"

I didn't know what I was doing but I slid my bathing suit to my knees and let my cock out. Lisa smiled as she put her little hand about half way around it.

"It's big, I like it. Will you jack -it- off for me?"

"What do I get in return? Are you going to take your bikini bottoms off for me?"

She smiled as she took them off. I saw she was completely shaved; she spread her legs a little. I watched as she took a finger and put in into her pussy, all the while smiling at me. I could tell she was hot. Maybe I'd get to fuck her anyway.