When I told her she could see other people, she said she wasn't interested. She only wanted to do what I wanted, with me not anyone else. I asked her to fuck me at a crowded concert, and she did. I asked her to let me do her anally, and she did. I suggested we do cowgirl, and she rode the bronc until she bellowed out a climax and I was in sexual heaven. I suggested she wear no panties to a PTA meeting, and she dutifully went commando. It thrilled me to sit with her in a crowd of people and think of her being nearly naked next to me, and it had me aroused and hard the whole time.
She was willing to do anything I asked, but she only would do it with me. I asked her to flash strangers, and she willingly complied. She was sexually open to anything, as long as it was just with me. Finally, however, she agreed to do phone sex with strangers. We found a service online and signed her up. Her sexy voice and willingness to talk dirty made her a natural. They gave her some training and had her practice a bit.
It was really exciting to listen to her practice, and she'd verbally suck off some guy over the phone, even though it was a trainer working for the company it still turned me on incredibly to hear. She became an employed phone-sex worker and did it for six months before her job and daily responsibilities cut into her time until she had to quit.
Eventually, after some time and six months of doing phone sex, her resistance to doing other people began to soften, but she was adamant that she would only do it if I did it first. I ultimately agreed, and we set it up for me to fuck her friend Carly and then she agreed to do whoever I asked her to. She told Carly about our agreement and she quickly agreed to help us out. She consented to fuck me, at our house, in front of Claire, and she said she'd do anything we wanted. Carly was a fairly sexually active twenty-five year old who had numerous sex partners, and she even participated in bisexual activities.
We set it up, Carly came over, and I fucked her in front of Claire on our bed, and for an hour. It was a good fuck, and I admit I liked it. We fucked missionary, cowgirl, and from behind. Carly was an enthusiastic lover, and put her heart and soul into fucking her best friend's husband. When we were finished, she came, I came, and we slept, then she left.
Claire thanked her, drove her home, and promised me to return the favor. I liked fucking Carly and decided it didn't have to be the last time. She admitted that she liked watching Carly and me, that it satisfied her voyeuristic fascination, and that she even would consider letting me do it again.
It became time for her to reciprocate, and we thought of men she might enjoy. Without too much discussion we came up with Jake. He was single, which was important to her, quite virile, and most likely willing to fuck another man's wife as a favor.
Jake took it as a worthy challenge, and asked Claire what exactly did she want. "Just fuck me," she said. "It is not a lovemaking endeavor. All I want is for you to fuck me in front of my husband," she said. "I am not asking for a boyfriend," she told him.
After they had fucked, and she had actually had an orgasm, she had to concede she liked it, even said it was better than she expected. When we talked about it afterwards, she grudgingly acknowledged she thoroughly enjoyed having Jake's cock in her. He is bigger than I am, and she confessed she enjoyed his size, liked having another man come for her, and acknowledged she could even see herself doing it again. She tells Jake this will most likely never happen again, but he knows full well it probably will not be the last time he fucks Claire.
When she tells me about it, she is casual, like it was not very impressive, but I can see that it was. I see it in her eyes, hear it in her voice, and I can feel it in the air. The smell of heightened sexual arousal is prominent in the room.
"You seem to like fucking Jake," I say. She doesn't deny it, which is big. "If you did like it," I said, "it doesn't have to be the last time."
"Okay," she said, surprising me that she just didn't say it wouldn't happen again. "And you don't have to stop with one time with Carly," she said. "You know that, right?"
"If you liked it with him, that's a good thing," I said. "And you did, right?"
"At first I didn't want to admit it," she said. "I didn't want to like it, but I did. I really did."
"I will be with Carly again if it would make you feel better," I said.
"It would, yes," she replied with eagerness in her face. "But I did like being fucked by him more than I wanted to," she said.
