A few nights later, while Rachel and I were just finishing the washing up, I summoned up my courage and cleared my throat. "So, I have another confession to make," I said as I put the last plate in the cupboard. "I, um, jerked off with Maria the other day."
Rachel's eyes widened and she raised an eyebrow. As the water drained from the sink, she wiped her hands on a tea towel. "Okaaaaaay," she said, slowly. "Tell me more..."
"She invited me over for a cup of tea and told me that Neil has pretty much stopped having sex with her. Apparently, she spotted me masturbating with Claire the other night and got so excited by the sight of my cock that she brought herself off a couple of times. She told me how beautiful my penis was and asked if she could see it again and, well..." I smiled a little nervously. "Heh, my cock seems to be having that effect on women lately."
"Well, it's my cock, too," Rachel said, "so bring it over here."
My wonderful sex-crazed wife turned her back to me while simultaneously lifting up her skirt and pulling down her knickers. Leaning forward, she put one hand on the kitchen counter and spread her feet apart a little, then arched her back, jutting her ass and pussy towards me. Her other hand reached around and she started to run her fingers up and down her slit, parting her outer lips and probing her vagina.
Unsurprisingly, my cock was instantly hard and I slowly stepped out of my shorts and boxers, all the while watching Rachel's fingers as they explored her moistening pussy. Prick in hand, I stepped forward and pushed her fingers out of the way with it, before rubbing my cockhead up and down her slit a few times and then slowly inserting it into her cunt.
"Mmmmmmm, yeah, that's nice," Rachel said when I was all the way in. And yes, it certainly was. I paused to savour the feeling of her hot pussy enveloping my cock and then slowly inched back out again.
Rachel gripped the counter as I started to get a rhythm going, thrusting my cock into her cunt and then sliding it almost all the way out again. "Oh yeah, fuck I love that beautiful cock of yours. Fuck my little pussy with it," she said.
Looking down, I saw her puckered asshole staring back at me. I couldn't resist. After moistening my thumb with some saliva, I began to rub it around her asshole and then slowly slipped it in.
"Ooh, naughty boy," Rachel said, twisting around to look at me, a big smile on her face. I kept pushing and soon my whole thumb had disappeared into her ass. I could feel my cock moving in and out beneath.
We were both panting now. "So, did you see her tits?" Rachel asked.
"Yeah, they were big, a bit saggy, great big nipples," I replied, keeping a steady rhythm going, my rigid cock, sliding smoothly in and out of Rachel's tight cunt.
"And what about her pussy?"
"Yeah, I had a great view of her rubbing herself. It was pretty fucking sexy."
"Did she come?"
"Twice."
"Uhh, I think I'm going to come. Fuck me harder, fuck me faster, fuck me with that big fucking cock. Uhh, your thumb feels so good in my ass. I want to feel you come in my cunt. Fuck me."
With my right thumb inserted in Rachel's ass and my fingers splayed out over her ass cheek, and my other hand holding her hip, I steadied myself and started to speed up my thrusting, ramming my cock in and out of her pussy. The rhythmic sound of slapping flesh melded with our rasping breaths, groans and moans.
"Oh fuck, here it comes," Rachel said before letting out a long, drawn-out groan.
"Oh babe, your cunt feels so fucking good," I said as I felt my own orgasm rise up in my crotch and cum started to spurt out into Rachel.
When I was thoroughly spent, I removed my thumb from her ass and bent over so my body was resting on her back. "Whoa, that was fucking awesome," I said, still panting slightly, and Rachel grunted in agreement, her body rising and falling slightly beneath me in time with her own pants.
I stood up straight and slowly eased my softening cock out of Rachel's velvet tunnel as she reached down, cupping her hand under her pussy to catch my load as it dripped out of her, before turning and giving me a big kiss on the lips and then heading for the bathroom to clean herself up. "Thanks babe, that really hit the spot," she called out.
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The next day, we bumped into Claire in the street and invited her over to our place for dinner, an invitation she accepted with a wry grin.
Later, Rachel and I lay in bed, naked, talking.
"So, the other night at Claire's..." I said. "Um, the kissing and stuff. I didn't really see that coming."
"Yeah, no, me neither," Rachel said, quietly. "I guess I just got caught up in the moment. It was nice though. I might even consider doing it again. I like Claire. She's really sweet and thoughtful, but she's also just so ridiculously sexy. I mean, those boobs."
I nodded enthusiastically. "I know!"
"Okay, calm down tiger."
"Yours are amazing, too," I said, reaching out with my left hand and gently stoking her right boob.
"Thanks, but I'm well aware that I'm not in her league."
"Babe, you're in a league of your own," I said, shuffling down in the bed so that my lips were opposite her nipple. Tilting forward slightly, I gently sucked her whole areola in my mouth. I felt her nipple harden and stopped sucking, so that her nipple was just gently resting between my lips. I slowly brought my tongue up and very lightly licked the hard little nub, then pulled back and put my head back on my pillow.
"Okay, so, ground rules this time?" I said.
"No rules - other than the obvious ones around consent, but then I get the feeling that Claire would let you, or me for that matter, know if we were crossing, or even approaching, a red line - assuming she has any. Actually, hold on, one rule - no kissing." Rachel paused. "Oh, and another - no falling in love with her."
I reached out and pulled Rachel into my arms. "Don't be silly - you are and always will be the only woman I love."
Of course, the truth was, I was falling a little bit in love with Claire. It was all still very much in crush territory, but how could I not have feelings for her? She was nice looking, had an amazing body and was incredibly sexual - but she was also easy to talk to, kind, thoughtful and just great fun to be around.
But I wasn't lying when I said that Rachel would always be the only woman I loved - truly loved. I still think she's the most beautiful woman I've ever met. She, too, has an amazing body and she, too, is incredibly sexual, as you've probably noticed by now. But perhaps most importantly, she has something Claire will never have - a long, shared history with me.
You see, even though Rachel and I have been married for almost ten years, we've known each other since childhood. We grew up in the same neighbourhood, went to school together and were each other's first girl-/boyfriend - high school sweethearts. And yes, we lost our virginity together.
However, when we finished high school, Rachel left to go to university in Adelaide - and broke up with me. She said she didn't want to just be with the same person her whole life - she wanted to have a bit more of a look around, see other people, fuck other people.
As I said, Rachel is highly sexed and almost totally uninhibited. Sex for her is a joyful, playful, fun pastime in which she's happy to indulge at the drop of a hat. Consequently, she had a couple of boyfriends at uni, nothing too serious, and quite a few one-night stands.
After she got her degree, she moved back to Sydney and we went out to dinner together. It was instantly clear that the spark was still there and we skipped dessert so we could get back to my place and fuck each other's brains out.
But then she was offered a great job in Hong Kong and I couldn't really go with her - my career was just taking off and there didn't appear to be any good opportunities for me in Hong Kong. So, we did the long-distance thing for a few years. Rachel wasn't keen on being celibate for so long and I think we both knew that we would stray if we tried to "stay true to each other", so we opened up our relationship - we were still technically together, but were free to fuck whomever we wanted. We just weren't allowed to get too attached.
When Rachel finally moved back to Sydney, we went back to monogamy, but we both had a few more stories to tell - stories we would sometimes tell each other as a sort of aural foreplay. I won't lie - I did feel a twinge of jealousy when I heard her talking about fucking other guys - but I also got a lot more than just a twinge in my crotch and the after-story sex was always really intense.
