It's Just Sex

I originally started this expecting it to run over 5 or 6 pages but somehow it grew into 72,000+ words and I ended up splitting it into seven parts, mainly for ease of reading. For that reason, I've placed it in Novels and Novellas rather than Romance or Loving Wives, either of which might also have been a suitable genre for it.

Please note all 7 parts are written and will be released to Literotica as and when I finish editing them (hopefully that will be weekly).

I make no apology for the fact that my characters are flawed; they make poor decisions and bad choices but somehow they manage to enjoy a happy ending. That's just how I like them. So, if you prefer your story's a little more sugar coated then perhaps this isn't for you.

Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome but please remember it is just a story, the people don't exist and the situations never happened.

At least not as far as I know.

Please enjoy.

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It's Just Sex - part 3

By the time the cab pulled up outside our apartment block I was a nervous wreck. All the way back from Selwyn and Deanna's house I had been thinking about what we had done and how it was going to affect our marriage.

Things had been bad before and my agreeing to go to my husband's boss's little wife-swapping soiree had been an attempt to resolve some of our problems.

'What if Julie had been better in bed than me?'

'How would he react if I told him how much I had enjoyed sex with his boss?'

'Was this nothing more than another nail in the coffin of our marriage?'

Now, however, all I could think of was all the things that might have gone wrong.

Deanna had told me it would improve my relationship with my husband and we would re-discover our love for each other when he reclaimed me.

It was something I was yet to be convinced of.

Paying the driver, I ignored his leering gaze and slipped out of the car, hurrying inside the front entrance to the block, hoping none of our neighbours were around to see me coming home in last night's dress.

It was only when I went to open our front door that I suddenly stopped.

'What would Jon think of me now?'

'What if Julie was still there?'

'What if I went in and actually caught them doing it?'

Another flurry of unbidden thoughts filled my head as I stood there with my key hovering just inches from the lock. Terrified at what I might find I was considering turning tail and running away when I heard a sound from along the corridor.

Even more scared of being seen in what I had clearly been wearing when I went out the previous night, I flung our door open and, with my heart thudding frantically, stepped into our apartment.

"Taylor?"

Almost immediately I heard my husband call out and, seconds later, he appeared in the kitchen doorway staring at me.

"Is... is Julie here?"

Biting my lower lip, my stomach churning anxiously I stammered out my question.

"What?" He looked confused for a moment, "No. She's gone. She left ages ago."

"Thank fuck for that." I muttered to myself, breathing a sigh of relief at his answer.

"Why did you want to know if she was here?"

I shook my head, "It doesn't matter. I wasn't sure I could face seeing her knowing you and her had...."

"Oh." Jon grinned, "I understand. How was your... umm night?"

"Err ok I guess."

Trying to be as diplomatic as possible I answered carefully, sensing the tension that began to immediately surface between us.

"Just ok?"

"How was yours? Was Julie.... Was she fun?" Avoiding giving my husband an answer I turned the same question back on him.

Jon hesitated for a moment, like me he was clearly thinking just what he should say before responding.

"She was.... err.... very enthusiastic, for an older woman that is."

"Really? How many times did you... ummm...."

I let my sentence tail away wondering if I was asking him for too much information.

"Twice last night and again this morning, before she left."

The enquiry didn't seem to bother my husband.

"And did she...."

Jon chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement, "Oh yes. Three times last night and twice this morning, she definitely went home more than satisfied."

My stomach tightened and a feeling of jealousy washed over me as he told me how good his night had been. I knew I had no right to be resentful given that I had been doing exactly the same with Selwyn, but I just couldn't help myself.

"So, what about...."

I was just starting to voice my concerns when I was interrupted by my husband repeating his question.

"Your night was just ok? Really?"

"What do you want me to say Jon?"

My deep sigh told him I wasn't entirely happy with the discussion we were having.

"How about we start with the truth."

For a long moment I looked into his eyes, wondering what his motives might be, but all I could see was a passion there that had been lacking in our marriage for some time.

"Ok, if you really must know Selwyn is a wonderful lover, certainly as good as you. He's forceful, vigorous and made me cum more times than I could count."

"How many times did you...."

I couldn't help but grin at him as he asked the same question that I had a little earlier.

"Three. Just like you and Julie, twice last night and then again, in the shower this morning."

"Was... was he... you know.... bigger than me?"

From the way he spoke and the tone in his voice, I could sense a growing insecurity.

"No. He wasn't bigger or better, just different." I whispered biting my bottom lip and finally meeting his gaze.

Something inside me snapped at that moment and, unable to stop myself, I took three paces towards him and slipped my arms about his neck.

"I love you Jon." I looked up into his eyes, "Now take me to bed and reclaim your wife."

"I love you to."

He managed to say before his mouth came down onto mine, his arms encircling me and pulling me firmly against him.

As we kissed I was surprised to feel his hardness pressing against me, given how many times he said he had fucked Julie, causing a flood of arousal to flood my loins.

We couldn't keep our hands off each other and it was only a matter of a minute or two before we were both naked on our bed. My husband lowering his body on to mine and slowly feeding his rock-hard cock into my wet and very eager pussy. Even though we had both been sexually sated the previous night it was immediately clear that neither of us was going to last very long.

Quickly settling into a rhythm, he began to move, his manhood pistoning deep into my slick tunnel over and over, his erection splitting my sex open around it.

Beneath him I responded enthusiastically, bucking up off the bed to meet his thrusts while my long legs wrapped around his.

The sex was frantic and intense, taking me back to the first time we ever made love, each of us desperate to show the other nothing had changed in the way we felt about them.

"Oh fuck Jon.... I'm..... oh fuck, I'm cummminnnggggggggggg!"

Squealing with pleasure I climaxed seconds before my husband buried his throbbing shaft in me for the final time and filled my belly with his man cream.

"I love you Taylor, I really do."

I giggled, kissing him tenderly, "I love you too baby."

Getting our breath back we lay together for a while, just holding each other, both of us lost in our thoughts.

"Are we alright? I mean with what we did?" Jon finally spoke, interrupting several minutes of silence.

Rolling onto my side I looked at him as I considered my answer carefully.

"Yeah, I think so. I mean if we save our marriage by opening our relationship then yes, I guess so."

"So, you'll do it again? Go to the next party I mean?" He asked cautiously.

Again, I took my time before responding, "I.... I suppose I could."

"You know you probably won't draw Selwyn's keys next time?"

I realised then, much to my surprise, that my husband had no idea that the selection had been rigged.

'Would he feel any different if he knew?'

'Should I tell him?'

'Would Selwyn try the same thing the next time?'

'Should I even consider doing it again?'

There were a whole host of questions and unknowns that I had no answer to. However, considering the sex we had just had and the way we were connecting, albeit brief as it might be, I felt we had taken the first step to saving our relationship.

But I sensed there was also something else, something that had been awakened by my husband's desire to please his boss and gain the promotion he wanted, by us joining a swinger's group.

"Then I guess I'll be going home with someone else." I chuckled, answering his question.

Even as I said it I considered the possibility that it might be Henry or even one of the other older men from the group, but quickly pushed the idea aside.

"And what if I get Deanna?"

I felt a surge of jealousy and quickly suppressed it.

"Then you get Deanna. There's not a lot I can do if that happens."

"You won't be angry or jealous?" Jon pressed me for a proper answer.

"Were you jealous when I picked Selwyn's keys?" I countered rather more brusquely than I intended.

"Yes, I was." My husband admitted, surprising me with his honesty, "I knew it could happen but I didn't think it would."

I didn't respond. Instead, I leaned in and kissed him, my hand sliding down across his belly towards his cock.

Quietly I whispered to him as my lips followed my fingers, "Well, it's you I love so there's no need to be jealous. After all it's just sex."

It was almost two o'clock in the afternoon when we finally got up, hunger pains forcing us to abandon a third sex session, at least for the time being.

For the next few weeks, we couldn't keep our hands off each other just like Deanna had predicted. We made love every night and usually two or three times at the week-ends, often fuelling our arousal by talking about our experience and discussing the next group meeting.

That, coupled with work, meant I had virtually no opportunity to worry about any of the small niggling concerns that remained over what we were doing.

My preoccupation with my husband also meant I had little time for Deanna, although a couple of days before the next party she called and insisted we went shopping to get new outfits for the evening.

I was up and ready on the Saturday morning when she rang our doorbell and, after the usual hugs and greetings, we set off for the shopping centre stopping off at a coffee shop first.

"How are you and Jon getting on?" Deanna asked as soon as we were seated with our drinks.

"Oh my God, you were so right." I enthused, leaning closer to whisper the next part, "We can't keep our hands off each other."

"I told you." The older woman giggled conspiratorially, "Tonight's little gathering will just keep him on his toes."

"And me on my back." I added naughtily.

"Most definitely that honey. From what I hear a lot of the other men are desperate for a chance with you."

I blushed at that thought and took a large mouthful of coffee.

"Now we need to get you something outrageous for tonight's get together." Deanna continued as she finished her own drink.

"Nothing too slutty I hope."

"Didn't you like the dress I picked out last time?"

"Well yes but it was a little...."

Deanna laughed, "It worked though didn't it. Selwyn couldn't get enough of you."

I couldn't do anything but agree with her statement.

The remainder of the day was spent in a variety of designer stores and fashionable boutiques trying on numerous outfits before I found the perfect dress for the upcoming evening.

"Well, what do you think?"

Coming out of the changing room I did a twirl in front of Deanna to get her opinion.

She stood up and grinned, "I love it. It's absolutely perfect."

The classic miniscule black dress I had on was certainly scandalous.

Covering my rear by just a few inches the tight sheath clung to my figure like a second skin. The cleavage at the front revealing the swell of my breasts while the back was just a criss-cross of straps over my bare skin.

"You're sure? It's a bit skimpy." I half-protested.

"Put on a pair of black heels and it will be even better. Whoever's keys you pull out will think Christmas has come early."

Deanna laughed and said a little too loudly, the shop assistant looking at the pair of us open-mouthed when she overheard her.

Once we had both purchased our chosen outfits we agreed that lunch was next on our agenda, Deanna selecting a rather trendy upmarket bar that also served food.

Deciding to be a little decadent we ordered a glass of white wine to go with our food, not necessarily intending to get drunk but fully meaning to enjoy our day out to the utmost.

Giggling and chatting happily we finished our meal and the plates had just been removed when Deanna leaned closer to me.

"Don't look now but I think we've pulled." She whispered softly.

"What!"

Hearing her comment, I couldn't help but glance around, immediately noticing the two men in their late thirties, both wearing smart business suits, approaching us from across the room.

"Hi girls, we wondered if you might like some company?"

It was very apparent to me that they were a pair of creeps who, having had a couple of drinks, were out to try their luck.

"Maybe." Deanna replied, much to my surprise, "What have you got in mind?"

"Well ladies, how about we buy you a drink first?" The taller of the two replied moving towards her, clearly leaving me for his friend.

"We'll both have a glass of chardonnay then, thank you." She responded coquettishly, as I gave her a dirty look.

"Be right back."

The pair headed off towards the bar leaving us alone.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I hissed angrily, "Things are just getting back on track for Jon and me. I'm not looking to get picked up."

Deanna laughed, "Relax. I'm just having a little fun. It doesn't hurt to get chatted up now and again, it's good for your confidence. And anyway, we have tonight to look forward to."

"It might do my ego good to be flirted with but definitely not by those two arseholes."

"Calm down Taylor. I've got it all under control."

"Yeah but...."

I went to speak but any further discussion was cut short by the men returning.

"I'm Greg by the way." The taller one said moving to sit next to Deanna, "And this young man is Andy."

He waved his hand towards his friend who slid into the seat alongside me.

"I'm Dee and this is Taylor" She replied as I stared daggers at her.

For the next forty-five minutes we sat with them; Deanna flirting, somewhat outrageously at times, with her guy while I rebuffed Andy's very obvious advances to go on somewhere else, to get my number or to meet him another time.

It must have been clear to them that they weren't getting anywhere with us and there was no offer of a second drink from them.

It was with a sense of relief, at least on my part, when we were finally able to leave.

"God Dee, I can't believe you sometimes. I actually thought you were going to go off with him for a while."

As soon as we were outside I couldn't help but tell her what I had been thinking.

She just chuckled at my comment, "The idea did cross my mind but I didn't want to ruin tonight."

I stared at her, shocked by her admission, "You.... you wouldn't have, would you?"

"Why not?"

"But.... you're..... you're married. What would Selwyn say?"

"Nothing. It's not like I haven't done it before?"

"What!" Stopping I turned to stare at her.

Deanna grinned naughtily, "Selwyn doesn't mind. He knows getting picked up now and again boosts my self-esteem and he likes me to tell him what I get up to when I come home."

Now I was left totally speechless.

"Come on." She continued, taking my arm, "Let's hit the spa for the rest of the afternoon and maybe I'll tell you all about it."

The next few hours proved to be an education for me and I learned just what a hotwife was and exactly how much of a naughty girl Deanna could be.

It was almost six o'clock when I got home, bathed and pampered with my hair done and my make-up already applied. All I had to do was have the light meal Jon had prepared, slip on my new dress, a lacey black thong and my stiletto's and I was ready.

If I had any reservations remaining after the first party the previous month I hadn't really had any time to dwell on them. The last few weeks had been a whirl of sex between my husband and I as our marriage surged back to the ecstatic heights we had reached when we were first together.

Our journey was the ideal opportunity for me to take some time, albeit just a few brief minutes, and reflect on what we were doing.

I still had a few concerns but they were gradually being eroded away as time went by and I saw how my relationship with my husband was improving.

My biggest worry was whether I had other, more selfish, reasons for wanting to continue going to Selwyn's parties. I had had more than my fair share of boyfriends and one-night stands while I was at university, before I met Jon, and now I was fearful that I might be looking to re-live those wild days.

"Are you still good with this?" My husband asked me as he parked our car and turned off the ignition, jerking me back from my deliberations.

My heart was pumping furiously and I blushed, grateful he couldn't see what had been going through my mind.

"If it means saving our marriage and getting you your promotion then yes, I am."

He grinned, obviously happy at my answer, "Shall we do this then?"

Along with the nervousness and apprehension I still felt about being part of a swinger's group, there was also that worrying glimmer of excitement, and I wondered who I would end up in bed with.

Again, just as Deanna had predicted.

With nothing more to discuss we got out of the car and walked into the house, holding hands, to join everyone there.

I was certainly popular in my new dress and, just as at the last party, Jon and I started circulating amongst the guests until Selwyn appeared and whisked him away.

Left alone I carried on mingling and the only potentially difficult moment for me was when I found myself face to face with Julie; my husband's partner from the last party.

"Hello Taylor." A voice made me stop and turn around.

"Julie!" Momentarily lost for words I just stared at her as I visualised her in bed with Jon.

"I err.... I just wanted to say that.... well... to thank you for the chance to... you know...."

She blushed and bit her lower lip as she spoke, the words coming out hesitantly.

"Umm.... that's... ok. I guess it's something... I'll have to get used to."

I smiled back at the older woman and tried to force the unwarranted feelings of jealousy out of my head.

"T... thanks. I... I wasn't sure how you'd react to me."

"Me neither if I'm being absolutely honest."

"My husband's hoping you'll pick out our car keys later." She tactfully changed the subject, "He'd really like to.... you know."

"Oh really." Embarrassed I didn't know what else to say.

"It's ok, I don't mind. You are gorgeous after all."

I thanked her and we spoke for a couple more minutes, Julie starting to tell me more about her experiences with the group, when we were interrupted by Deanna announcing the main part of the evening was about to commence.

"Gentlemen please have your keys ready."

Watching her circulate through the crowd I felt a ripple of apprehension run through me at the thought that there was a possibility of another of my husband's work colleagues having me.

My stomach tightened and my pulse rate slowly climbed as the bowl was filled and the first key was drawn out.