Sandra and I have been married 25 years, three years longer than I have been at the same law firm in Springfield. And, while I have gone from intern to senior business partner, my status as husband has taken a hit lately.
With both of our daughters having left the nest four years ago, we found that sex had become stale and, in the words of Sandra, "not very satisfying". In contrast to some of my philandering associates at work, I have never taken advantage of the power a lawyer can have over clients and associates. Remaining faithful to Sandra has always been a priority for me.
So, when one of the girls in her office mentioned Hedonism, a resort that provides playrooms for couples that are into swinging, Sandra suggested that we dip our toes in the lifestyle. I thought it was worth a try, but it turns out that it worked out so much better for Sandra than for me.
While I loved being in the same room as her, with each of us playing with a spouse, I found that I wasn't very interested in the wife I was playing with. It was our first encounter and I was more focused on Sandra's pleasures, and how the husband was in giving them to her. Despite having an enthusiastic and vivacious wife under or over me, I just couldn't get into it.
On our fifth night there, we met a couple in their late thirties and went back to their room. To see Sandra's eyes perk up when the husband stepped out of his underwear to reveal a hefty, fat cock, peaked my interest. And while his wife seemed less than excited at what I brought to the bedroom, (and who could blame her at the obvious size difference), the sounds Sandra made as her pussy tried to accommodate his girth and length, made me harder than I have ever been.
As I tried to focus on giving his wife a good, hard fuck, hearing Sandra's moans and grunts brought me to orgasm in barely a minute. I felt terrible as my flaccid cock fell from my lover because it was obvious from Sandra's first climax that her lover was skilled and full of stamina, and I clearly was not.
His wife, not even once enjoying an orgasm from my pounding, whispered in my ear as she watched them, "Please go down on me. I want to cum." I have many times gone down on Sandra after we've fucked, because she can't climax from me being inside her, so the thought of tasting my own semen isn't at all repulsive.
While her eyes remained glued to my wife getting completely lost in the railing the husband was delivering, I worked my way past her small beasts and began to feast on her warm, gooey pussy. Her hands held my head tightly, my hands cupped her ass cheeks, and soon she was thrusting her hips while her body quaked. At least my tongue didn't let me down.
She crossed her legs around the back of my head while the room filled with the sounds of his manly groans. I spent the next few minutes sucking and licking her clit and pussy. "That's it, honey. Fill her pussy up," declared the wife while I finished mopping my own seed from her.
When I emerged from the woman's sopping pussy, my face glistening with our juices, the husband got up from the other bed and took his wife by the hand. He was still almost fully hard, so I thought maybe he hadn't cum inside Sandra.
He said to his wife, "C'mon, Lynn, let's go shower."
His wife smiled brightly, and as they walked to the bathroom, I looked across and Sandra was lying on her back, totally disheveled; her breath returning the normal. His wife said, before the door closed behind them, "You should take care of her too. You have a great tongue for that."
I got up and slid in beside my grinning wife and looked her over. Sandra's neck and breasts were covered in hickeys, her mascara was smudged and her fingers were toying with her pussy, He had, in fact, certainly ejaculated inside Sandra, and some of it was oozing from Sandra's gaped opening.
Her finger scooped some of his spunk and teased her clitoris with it, making a slimy, silver pool all around it. Sandra saw how intensely I was gazing at her pussy, and asked, "Can you make me cum one more time?" It seemed taboo to lick up some other man's cum, I thought, but how much different could it be?
I crawled between Sandra's wide spread thighs and dipped my tongue into the pool at the tip of her clit. She moaned softly, and said, "No. Clean me up, first. Like you did her." Her hands cupped my ears and guided me to lower, into the heady mixture of their body fluids. His cum was cool to the touch where it drizzled from Sandra's labia, but as soon as my tongue pushed into his cum pudding, the gooey mass was oh, so warm. "That's it," she cooed, "Eat me." My tongue flicked deep into Sandra's recesses I lapped up his salty spunk. My cock was half-hard already as Sandra began to hump my face.
Sandra moaned more loudly while I tended to her needs. Soon, I had her cumming hard, and more of their juices flowed easily into my mouth and between her legs. When the other couple returned from the washroom, the four of us dressed and said our goodbyes.
Back in our room, Sandra mentioned how distracted I seemed when fucking his wife. I told her how hot it was just so see her receiving pleasure. After a long talk, we decided that it might be better if we just found a guy for her to play with, while I watched. We found two single guys before the end of the week, and both of us loved that scenario. Able-bodied lovers gave her multiple orgasms while I would sit by the bed and jack off. The one time, the guy told her to such his cock while I performed clean up duties. This developed into a full-blown cuckold lifestyle for more than two years.
Now, most people will tell you that it doesn't take long for word to get around when a co-worker is cheating on his or her spouse at work. That is very true for lawyers as well. Either a lawyer would gloat about their adventures, or a spouse would catch one red-handed, and then the office whispers would only get louder.
What I hadn't anticipated was that the same whispers occurred when my wife took on her latest bull, James. Questions arose when they were seen fine dining together, despite my outright lie that he was just an old friend. I noticed conversations ending abruptly when I entered the office. One afternoon my long-time secretary, Susan, asked me if everything was okay at home.
Susan came into my office that morning and closed the door behind her. She stood at my desk, hands behind her and looking quite nervous. "Charles, I really don't mean to pry, but rumors going around the office are that Sandy seemed quite intimate with the guy she was with at the restaurant."
"Susan, thank you so much for being up front like this. I appreciate your candor. I can assure you that everything is just fine between us. Leave others to their gossip. They will see over time that their suggestions are unfounded, and that Sandra and I have a very solid relationship."
"Oh, thank you. I was so worried things might not be okay for you."
I wasn't about to tell anyone that we had already planned Sandra and James' last hookup to the last detail, with rules and limitations expected. Nor would I have confided that, while they were having sex, I was relegated to cleaning out the garage. After their first tryst, James had immediately taken control, saying that he would decide if and when I was invited to watch them interact. And, Sandra seemed to enjoy his power over me both sexually and psychologically.
