My wife and I were not sexually precocious. The first time we kissed anyone was at the senior prom, when it was part of the ceremony. We kissed each other. When we attended the same university we occasionally dated other people. Usually we dated each other.

We did not make love, because my wife wanted to save her virginity for her wedding night. That was fine with me, because I assumed she was saving it for me. I was right. Our first time the evening of our wedding was the most delightful experience I had yet enjoyed. By then, however, we had practiced the agreeable preliminaries with each other, so we both knew what to do.

For the first year of our marriage we usually made love several times a day. We practically would have enjoyed spending all of our time naked, and in bed.

However, honeymoons come to an end. After several years sex between us began to become routine, despite the fact that my wife was any man's dream. Her beautiful face was the most obvious part of her beautiful body. From her large firm breasts with the pink and perky nipples, she tapered to a taut stomach, and narrow waist. Her hips were beautifully rounded. They framed her smoothly shaven vulva. That consisted of a slight mound, a well defined slit, with no clit hood. Her thighs were slender and athletic. Seen from behind her bare bottom looked almost like a Valentine heart. The backs of her knees were delightfully dimpled.

I had every reason to be appreciative, and was. Nevertheless, I was surprised by fantasies of establishing a Ménage à trois with my boss, whom I admired. I could not understand why, but the thought of those two having sex together began to excite me. I thought it was best for it to remain a fantasy. If I discussed it with my wife, she might think I was falling out of love with her. The truth was that my love for her was becoming deeper and more profound.

From company parties and picnics I could tell that my boss was attracted to my wife. Nevertheless, without my wife's approval I had nothing to offer him. Moreover, our company was experiencing extensive layoffs because of the economy. I did not want my boss to think that I was trying to incur favor with him illicitly. I wanted my job security to be due to hard work. As the youngest member of his group, and the most recently hired with no experience at all but a college degree, I felt the need to prove myself. Finally, he was married.

Consequently, when an important project was behind schedule, I volunteered to work late one evening to complete it. I called my wife, and explained the situation to her. She understood, but I knew what the urgency in her voice meant.

I finished the project sooner than I expected, and drove home. When I got there I was surprised to discover my boss' car parked in front of our house. When I got inside it was obvious what was happening in our bed room. My boss had used my diligence at work as an opportunity to seduce my wife. At the age of twenty-five my wife was having sex with her second man.

I should have been enraged. Instead I was aroused. Nevertheless, I was unsure of how to respond. I had every right to play the role of the jealous husband. I could almost certainly get my boss fired for this. Perhaps I would get his job. That would have been hypocritical. It may have ruined my marriage. My fantasy was coming true.

While siting in the living room, I began to think that the most prudent thing to do would be to leave quietly, and come back an hour or two later. However, before I was able to leave they opened the door and walked out. My boss had put his clothes back on. My wife was completely naked. When she saw me, she ran back into our bed room, and closed the door.

My boss smiled at me. "Don't get angry at your wife," he said. "She tried to resist. But when I asked permission, she gave it to me. I wanted to do this for a long time. Your wife is delightful. You're a lucky guy. How did the assignment go?"

"Better than I expected."

"Great. See you at work tomorrow," he said before leaving. His words belied his nervousness, but his body language and the tone of his voice revealed it.

When I went into our bed room my wife had put on a bath robe, and was crying. "Go ahead and divorce me," she said. "I deserve it."

"I don't want to divorce you," I said. "Do you know something? For at least a year this has been a delightful fantasy of mine. I did not tell you, because I thought you would be angry at me."

My wife stopped crying, and showed the beginning of a smile. "Really?"

"Really. Tell me how it happened."

My wife began. "At work I was feeling really sexy. I could hardly wait to come home to make love to you. Your call was a real disappointment, but I know that your job is important. After your call I took off my clothes, drank a few glasses of wine, and waited for you in the living room. When I heard a car drive up I thought it was you. I wanted to surprise you at the door, completely naked, and surprised your boss instead.

"He walked in, and held me gently, but you know how strong he is. I could not get away from him. He kissed me several times. I shook my head back and forth, saying, 'This is wrong. Please let me go'. The wine and the desire I had been feeling for you went to my head. When he asked permission to have sex with me I did not want to anger him because of the layoffs. I hoped that I would be able to strengthen your job security without you learning about it."

"Did you enjoy it?" I asked.

"Yes. I know that sounds terrible, but I did."

"I am glad. If this happens again, don't do it if you don't want to, otherwise, enjoy it."

"I'll remember that," my wife said. She walked over, and kissed me. "I love you so much," she said. "I don't deserve a husband like you."

"Sure you do," I said, removing her bath robe. "Right now I'm so excited I might shoot into my under pants."

"Don't do it there," my wife said, feeling my erect penis. "Do it here," she said, while fingering her slit.

We did. I was too aroused to last very long. After enjoying a most loving period of afterglow, we did it again. My wife lost track of her orgasms.

The next day my boss called me into his office, told me to close and lock the door, told me that the customer had just called, praising the completed project, and asked, "Are you going to tell HR?"

"No. Believe it or not, this has been a fantasy of mine."

My boss was obviously relieved. "Did she enjoy it?"

"Yes. I told her that if this happens again she should do what she wants to do. You and I know what she wants."

The next day my boss called me into his office and told me to close the door. "I don't mind telling you how relieved I am that you are not going to HR about this. I told my wife. She feels the way about it that you do. She would like to have you and your wife over for dinner this Saturday."

"I will have to ask my wife, but I am sure she will look forward to it as much as I do."

That Saturday, when my wife and I drove to my boss' home, my wife wore nothing under her clinging dress, which she left unbuttoned in front, revealing the most delicious cleavage. My boss and his wife were at least ten years older than we were. My boss' wife is an elegant and charming woman, who knew exactly why we had come, and who was obviously looking forward to it too.

During a well prepared dinner and a superb wine, my boss regaled us with the most intimate details of his seduction of my wife. These included the fact that when he entered my wife's vagina it was thoroughly lubricated, but she was crying softly, whispering, "I always tried to be a good wife." His wife smiled knowingly at my wife, who was blushing and looking down, even though she enjoyed the retelling of their encounter.

"I am so glad you let him," my boss's wife told mine. "He works so hard. He needs this from time to time."

When dinner was over, my wife was glad to sit on my boss' lap. He took his time, kissing her, praising her loveliness, and only gradually unbuttoning the rest of her dress. When my wife was completely naked, he stood up, unbuttoned his pants, and removed his erect penis. "I am glad it is so big," I said. "I always wished I could fill every part of her vagina."

My boss sat in his chair. My wife sat facing him, spreading her thighs. After he entered her she told me, "You are the only man I will ever love, but it does feel delightful that he can go so deeply into me."

Soon, my wife was loving it. When her face revealed the rapture of her first orgasm I said, "I wish I could have taken a photo of that."

"My husband has always been a good lover," his wife said, "I know the difference between a good performance and a bad one because I have talked to my friends. I love it when he tells me about his conquests. They are for fun. He married me."