1B
I don't know exactly when what I'm going to describe happened, because it wasn't until years later that I found out just how extensive the relationship between my wife and Mike had been. It slowly leaked from both of them as we became even closer and I saw my wife becoming exactly what I had wanted β a loving wife, and a fantastically sexy woman who realized that she didn't have to limit herself to one man. At the time that even this occurred, she was still confusing lust with love. It took a long time for her to recognize the difference and that, while she could feel the beauty of a close relationship with other men, it wasn't the same as our love for each other. I also began to realize that I had created a situation that could be dangerous to our own relationship. Still, I couldn't resist it. I had started it; it was up to me to help her see the difference.
By this time, she was head over heels "in love" with Mike. She not only enjoyed the sex with him, she wanted more than he could offer. In reality, what she really wanted, was to feel herself impaled on his rigid, thick cock over and over, although she would have denied that it was her primary interest. Later I learned that the two of them had discussed their situation often during the years they pursued their relationship, and never reached a satisfactory solution β until, as she gained experience, she realized that it no longer made any difference whose cock was in her, only that she had to have it often
But this particular day I'm going to describe was a joyous one for them both. Obviously, since I wasn't there, I don't know exactly what happened and I have to create dialog that may not have been said. Linda told me the night it happened, but was pretty light on the specifics. As the two of them spent more time together and I succeeded in convincing Mike I was aware he was fucking my wife, she began to tell me more about her experiences. Mike helped a great deal. Like me, he liked to remember the details, even to the color of her lingerie. What you see here is what, over time, I've reconstructed of the event. This is what they told me happened, each in his or her own way.
Mike had been telling Linda for several days after the first time he fucked her that he wouldn't be satisfied with just quickie screws. He wanted more and, fortunately for me, so did she. Linda had told him that I knew he was screwing her β not good news to Mike yet. He wasn't too sure yet how I would take to the idea of him fucking my wife, but he persevered, fucking her several more times in our home and in his little Volkswagen before this time. It was all a build-up to this event.
"Hi, you ready?" Mike asked as Linda opened the door to our apartment. A glance told him that she was, even to having her purse. She didn't invite him in; instead she smiled and joined him outside the door. They walked together to his car.
They were out of the housing area and down the hill to the first stop sign before he kissed her, taking more time than necessary at the sign since no traffic interfered. He had his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close, his left hand roaming over her full breasts as his tongue snaked into her mouth and he fumbled with the buttons of her blouse.
Linda slapped at his hand playfully. She didn't want to, but she broke the kiss and started to refasten the buttons before his hand reached across and stopped her.
"Where we're going, no one will see you, and besides, I love the view," he laughed.
"Where are we going?" she asked from curiosity. Her hand stopped.
Mike laughed again. "Just lean back and enjoy, like I am," he replied, pushing her hand away and unfastening the buttons below those he had already opened. "It's not far." He smiled even more as my wife smiled and spread the lapels of her blouse wide, disclosing the sheer bra she wore and giving Mike the view he wanted..
"I hope not," she almost whispered. Her glance took in the ramrod stiffness of Mikes cock, already swollen and leaking pre-cum in a rapidly growing circle at the end of his visibly throbbing manhood. She let her hand slide over his thigh and clutched it, earning a soft groan from her lover.
"Oh, honey, I wish we were there now. Take it out. I want you to see what I have for you."
She did as he asked and once again felt that warmth in her crotch that she always felt when she realized that Mike was going to fuck her. Gripping him tightly and still surprised by the fact her fingers couldn't close completely around his fullness, she wished she could suck him as she knew he wanted her to, but the little car was just too small for that. Instead, using her thumb, she circled the glistening head, watching the silvery liquid of his lust spreading as it oozed from the tip.
The gods were good to them. Traffic was light in the early morning. Still it seemed to take forever to get there. Both were in a state of instant readiness by the time they reached the turnoff where Mike took his little bug up a dirt road toward a sprawling building at the top of a hill.
"Welcome to the 'Push-Button Motel'," he laughed as a garage door opened in front of them and he drove inside. It closed as soon as his car broke the electric eye matching the one in front that had opened it for them. A dim bulb was the only light inside the dark garage. Mike didn't bother to zip his trousers back up as he got out and went to the door at the side of the garage and opened it. Another light inside came on and he walked back to the car to open the door for Linda.
He hugged and kissed her, pressing her back against the car, feeling her breasts with one hand as his tongue filled her mouth and was returned. She could feel his bare cock pressed tightly against her belly, spreading its life giving fluids over her dress front as he gently squeezed her right breast.
"Let's go inside," he said huskily. He took my wife's hand and led her up the single step separating the garage from the room at its head.
Linda looked around. A large, king sized bed seemed to be the only furniture in the room. The coverlet was turned back and the sheets were obviously fresh. She noticed that there were no windows in the room, and the only door was the one into the garage. Mike was carefully locking it even as her gaze circled the sparse surroundings. She smiled, and put her bag down on a small table by the door.
Mike picked up a phone hanging from the wall at the head of the bed and spoke rapidly in Spanish. She caught the words "all day" and "Margaritas" before he hung up and turned to smile at her. "Watch this," he said, motioning to the back wall. He took some bills from his pocket and placed them on a lazy susan affair that seemed to go nowhere. He turned it 180 degrees and sat down on the bed.
"Come here, honey, this won't take long, but I want to get more comfortable."
Linda put her hands on his shoulders as she stood in front of our friend and let him finish unbuttoning her blouse and then slipping it over her shoulders. Putting it on the bed, he unfastened the waistband of her skirt and then slid the zipper down, allowing it to fall at her feet.
"Lovely," he said almost in a whisper as his hands closed over her, one on her breast, the other pulling her closer. "Absolutely lovely." He allowed his right hand to slide down over my wife's belly to over the transparent wetness in the crotch of her filmy panties. His hand remained there, gently caressing her muff while the left slid to the fastenings of her bra. He watched in fascination as her unclipped bra slid slowly over her breasts until each cup hung on her erect nipples. He squeezed her pussy gently as he pulled one strap over her shoulder, then the other, leaving the useless garment to slide down my wife's arms and expose her breasts to his mouth. Her radiant smile showed her approval. Reaching behind her, his hand pressed tightly against her ass and forced her between his legs, allowing his mouth to cover first one nipple, then the other. He sucked them gently, purposely, and then his head moved back as he watched them rise higher and strengthen until they became rock hard little nubbins protruding a half inch from her warm breasts.. "You are so beautiful," he managed to whisper, squeezing her pussy tightly, sending a rush of heat into my wife's sexual core.
A slight squeak at the lazy susan interrupted him for a moment. He released Linda and went to the device. Pocketing some small bills, he took the pitcher and two glasses from the shelf and began slowly pouring the ice-filled beverage into them.
"Nothing like something to cool us off before we get too hot, right?" he smiled. Handing one glass to my wife, he motioned for her to sit down and joined her on the bed. "Well, what do you think?" he asked, putting his arm over my wife's shoulder and lifting her breast in his hand, his eyes centered on the now thrusting nipple as he encouraged it by squeezing the bountiful boob. "No one to interrupt us, no one to see us, just you and me, honey β finally!"