Ellen and I had ratcheted up the intensity of our relationship once we had both come clean about our sexual natures. You see, we were a perfect fit – she was a slut and I adored her for it. But there was more than a simple co-dependency at work here. Our mutual revelation had brought a welcome honesty to other levels of our relationship as well. When not engaged in the throes of impassioned lovemaking we were talking constantly, sharing the details of our lives openly and with complete candor. What can I say? We were in love and life was good and about to become even better.
Ellen asked me endless questions about my sexual history and enjoyment of other men servicing my women. She was particularly keen to learn more about the arrangement my ex-wife Kiki and I had had with Jim, her big-cocked lover from before our marriage. Jim had continued as her lover after our marriage and the three of us had developed a very close, if non-standard arrangement of friendship with fantastic benefits. It was not uncommon for Jim to pop over after work and the three of us relax with drinks and a casual dinner. At some point Jim and Kiki would inevitably find their way to the bedroom and he would service her as only he could. Needless to say we kept several extra sets of sheets on hand. On occasion the two of them would enjoy an evening to themselves while I made myself scarce. Jim and I also enjoyed hanging out together from time to time and I even met several of his girlfriends. I thought it rather charming that Kiki seemed possessive of him and his cock, her reaction on occasion bordering on jealousy.
It was all-good, although Ellen couldn't really get her mind around the fact that Jim was regularly in our lives nor could she fully understand that I both loved to watch and occasionally participate. Even with our new openness, she obviously still considered infidelity to be inherently shameful. Her flings had always been one-night stands, the men being disposable pleasures. While it was clear that she would take other men to her bed, the why's and wherefore's of how this was to be undertaken was not at all clear. I resolved to set matters in motion.
The idea came to me that weekend at her Catholic school reunion. Ellen enjoyed herself immensely and being something of a flirt, enjoyed the attention that her fetching schoolgirl outfit received from the other men in attendance. That Saturday evening at the hotel our sex play revolved around her outfit that she had purchased at a costume shop. Though quite the genuine schoolgirl attire, the fullness of her breasts straining the fabric of the cotton blouse clearly showed that the wearer was a full-grown woman. The contrast of innocence and sexuality made for great sex that evening. And it gave me an idea.
We were somewhat struggling with finding a good way to proceed in finding another lover and also somewhat at cross-purposes. She could of course simply show up at a bar as she had done with Rick, the man she had seduced while I was on my business trip. But I think for her the thrill of engaging in clandestine sex would somehow be lacking if I knew beforehand. For us to make things work we would have to do this as a couple. I thought I had the answer. The trick was to find a man for her who was attractive, highly skilled in bed, discreet, and most importantly knew his place. I had just the guy. His name was Joey. He had been skillfully serviced a previous girlfriend so I knew his qualities. He had unmatched stamina and a large, thick cock with a G-spot pleasing upward curve that my girlfriend had enjoyed immensely. Better still, he had a girlfriend himself and had been in a 'committed' relationship with her for several years, save for his occasional playtime with couples. He was in that sense 'safe' and that was important for me as I wanted Ellen to be taken bareback. And he knew when to leave – also important. I contacted him and he quickly agreed.
Ellen was obviously both terribly excited and equally anxious about the arrangement I was attempting to fashion. I had to continue to answer endless questions about my sexual history. I answered patiently and honestly her every question. She could not get her mind wrapped around my enjoyment of sharing my women with other men, especially my watching. She was especially questioning of my relationship with Kiki, my ex-wife. We had maintained occasional contact with each other though it was totally platonic. I had long since lost contact with her lover Jim though I knew that it was unlikely that he was still in her life, or her pussy, as she had remarried. Ellen was deeply intrigued about the intensity of our triad and frankly both jealous and suspicious. I suppose it was a function of her insecurity and her history of clandestine, secretive couplings with other men. Whatever the reason it was enormously vexing and so for the time being I just relaxed, made clear my commitment to her, and didn't pursue arrangements with Joey.
Ellen had come into a rather substantial settlement from her ex-husband and sought professional advice to manage her financial affairs. She had met with a financial planner named James several times and was more than pleased with the investment advice she was getting. I frankly didn't ask about her finances so I didn't give it much thought. I knew he was a good bit younger and had a nice way about him but that was about it. It was a Friday and while we had plans to spend her childless weekend together I was relaxing at home that evening after a long week at work. I was about to head to bed sometime around midnight when she called.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Not much. Going to bed. How was your day?"
There was a pause. "I miss you so much. Come over, please." Ellen's voice was soft and plaintive.
"What, now? I'm really tired, baby. I'll be over early tomorrow morning."
"James took to me dinner after our meeting."
"Really? That was nice of him." Where was this leading? I wondered though somehow I already knew.
"He just left."
