For my friends who are a little tired of Mike's adventures with Linda, this next story is not out of sequence, it just introduces the next player to have the opportunity to give my wife the pleasure she so richly deserved. By this time, Linda not only was beginning to realize that I truthfully didn't mind her having sex with another man, but also wanted her to continue it if she was enjoying it. Her latest paramour is an example of what happens and how feelings can change – slowly, but surely. To all my friends who tried to reach me while I was out of town and my e-mail was being rejected, my apologies. It's a resolved matter now and I'd like to hear from any of you who care to write and comment, good or bad.
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This event happened only shortly after Mike had my wife the first time. It set up a chain of events that even I hadn't expected. It also proved that, once a woman finds that sex with another man can be even better than she expected, she will do it again and again if the opportunity is there. Why would anyone want to change that?
Mike had been her first, but after seeing the look of enchantment on her face when she met him again and again, I suspected that he wouldn't be her last. It had taken a long time to break down the barriers that had prevented Linda from taking another man as a lover. She couldn't believe that I meant that I wanted her to have sex with others. What I didn't tell her, as I should have up front, was I also wanted to watch him fuck her. That was a mistake that took a long time to correct. In the interim, I hoped that it wouldn't take as long for her to accept the advances of a second lover as it had the first time.
It didn't. In fact it was just a little over four months from the time Mike had first screwed my wife until her second playmate got her.
It started out innocently enough. We had known our neighbors, Tim and Laura, for almost two years. The relationship hadn't been close, but it grew slowly. I could see it was blossoming, but even I didn't realize that Laura had plans for us and how badly Tim wanted my wife. Tim and Laura weren't prudes by any stretch of the imagination, and they also weren't novices to swinging. I learned just from listening to snatches of the conversations between Linda and Laura that they had quite a bit of experience sexually - a lot more than we had which, until Mike nailed her, had been zero. Most of it apparently had been in short term relationships. Casual fucking as I heard it described years later.
Laura had obviously been keeping an eye on the growing relationship grow between Linda and Mike. She kidded Linda frequently about it, but Linda wouldn't admit to anyone Mike was screwing her. After the almost defiant attitude she had demonstrated to me following their first time, she didn't want to tell me about other incidents. It took lots of pleading and probing, but I finally half convinced her that I really didn't mind. I kept assuring her there was nothing wrong with it in my eyes. She was an attractive woman, drawn to another man. They both wanted sex and, when the opportunity arose after weeks of assurances I wanted her to enjoy herself with him.- I even encouraged her to be with him, again and again. Linda refused to let Laura know what she was doing though. Despite Laura's loaded questions and prying, Linda denied there was anything out of the ordinary happening. When Laura persisted in insinuating that she wouldn't mind a romp with Mike, Linda blushed, denied there was anything between them, and changed the subject.
By the time that Mike had become satisfied that there was no danger from me in his0 relationship with my wife, he began visiting her more frequently. Then Laura began interjecting herself into the cozy relationship.
Almost weekly now, Mike was fucking my wife. The surreptitious meetings were wherever they could have the privacy they needed, sometimes in our apartment, others in the backseat of Mike's little car, and occasionally at an out of the way motel that catered to affairs. .
Laura's visits increased also. She would pop over the instant that she saw Mike's car in our carport. She never caught them at anything, but no one who is sexually active can miss the scent of lust in the air and Laura recognized it. As her visits increased, regardless of whether or not Mike was there, she tested the waters. At first it was just an occasional hug for me and then, when Linda didn't rise to the bait, Laura would insinuate to me that Linda was having an affair. That didn't work either, of course. I wanted to protect Linda's relationship with Mike. My smiles at her comments had exactly the opposite effect.
New Years was rapidly approaching. Laura, on one of her casual visits, suggested that the four of us get together and bring in the New Year appropriately. It sounded like a good idea, and we accepted.
When that night came, Linda dressed conservatively, but in a surplice neckline dress that showed just enough cleavage to make it interesting. Complete with high heels and pumps, she was every bit the attractive woman Mike found so appealing. I was a little more casual in a double knit pair of slacks and sports shirt, suspecting nothing except a quiet, enjoyable evening.
We went over at about seven, just as the sun was setting. Laura and Tim had rearranged the furniture, putting a love seat on one side of the room and a couch on the other, clearing the space in the center for dancing. There was a clutch of soft, slow records on the stereo playing just loud enough to make our conversations difficult across the wide space. Within a few minutes, Tim had drawn Linda into a friendly conversation on the couch, and Laura was doing the same with me on the love seat. We danced intermittently, first Tim and Laura, then, as the drinks flowed, switching partners. The lights, fairly bright when we came in, went out one by one, almost as if by accident - the result of forgetting to turn them on when Laura and Linda or Tim and I returned from frequent trips to the kitchen to make drinks.
The drinks flowed freely, and the dancing became more intimate. I was slightly surprised when Laura pulled me especially close as we danced and pressed my hand against her breast. It had the effect of making me extremely hard, and I know that she must have felt my rigidity against her belly. Despite Laura's running line of patter, both during and after each dance, I couldn't help but notice that Tim and Linda were also much closer together during their circles around the floor and when they sat down than they had been previously. Linda' face was flushed, as much as anything from the drinking, but I also saw that, as they danced, Tim's hand was frequently on her breasts too.
Linda' breasts, as I've mentioned before, are extremely sensitive to the touch. It aroused her to have a man touch them, whether accidentally or on purpose. Her nipples swelled, frequently embarrassing her but providing a rare delight to the man accompanying her. I hadn't known, until now, that she had chosen to wear one of the soft cup bras that I encouraged her to wear when she was with Mike. Almost transparent, the lace was so soft that nothing prevented them from being obvious to the eye, even through her clothing. Her bra emphasized the swell of her breasts, and presented tight, hard nipples for admiration. They pressed tightly against whatever she was wearing over those lovely bazooms of hers. Even at this distance I could see each nipple pressed tightly against the double knit material of her dress, accentuating her attractiveness.
Tim hadn't missed it either. He was holding her closer now, his hand always on her breast, pressing hard enough that it dimpled the fabric of her dress. I knew he could feel that lovely nipple beneath his hand - and I suspected that my wife could feel the throbbing hard-on that pressed tightly against the thigh of his trousers. It was an exciting moment that did nothing to decrease the swelling in my own trousers. Laura was doing what she thought was an adequate job of keeping me from paying too much attention to Linda and her partner, but I still caught glimpses of them that made me realize he was trying to arouse her.
The sound of a siren, the increased volume of fireworks, and the shouts of "Happy New Year" caught us in the middle of a dance. It didn't seem out of place at all when Laura pressed herself tightly against me and whispered "Happy New Year", pulling my head down to hers and kissing me. I kissed her too, expecting it to be the casual peck on the lips exchanged between friends, but it wasn't. Her mouth opened and I felt her tongue against my lips. I accepted it eagerly, until our tongues met and swirled in each other's mouth. We stood, swaying, locked in that embrace for what seemed like a short time, too short. Pressed tightly against each other, I could feel her breast beneath my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, expecting at best a tittering break-up of our clinch.
It didn't happen. If anything she pressed even more tightly against me, guiding my hand to her breast and pressing it against the warm flesh beneath her nylon blouse. I could feel her nipple tightening beneath my hand and squeezed her breast again, this time more firmly. To my surprise her other hand brushed hard against my already swollen cock.
I broke our kiss and turned us slightly, expecting to see Tim and Linda kissing too, anticipating an angry look from my wife at what had become the obvious exploration of Laura's body. What I saw convinced me that I wasn't in trouble, at least not from her. Tim's hand had slipped between the folds of my wife's bodice, unhooking the single hook and eye that kept it together. His hand was beneath the material, over her breast, moving slowly in what I could only assume was a slow massaging of that engorged flesh. They were still locked in a prolonged kiss, paying absolutely no attention to Laura and I, their bodies so tightly pressed to each other that there was no separation from head to knees.
I looked down at Laura and saw her smiling up at me, obviously seeing there was no threat to what we were enjoying together from that direction. She took my hand and led me back to the couch. I followed her down, sitting much closer than before and sliding my hand behind her shoulders. I didn't know which way this was going to go, but I liked what was happening so far. Her face turned to mine and we resumed the kiss that the fireworks had started. She didn't have to direct my hand this time. I found her breast and squeezed it as we kissed, feeling her hand slide up the thigh of my trousers to the wet spot that marked the end of my cock. I held her close as she squeezed my engorged member and our tongues swirled against each other.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Tim pull Linda down onto his lap. Holding her legs across his with one hand, he resumed kissing her. Linda wasn't showing any sign of resistance and I wondered where this was going if it continued. I already had visions of Laura's 34B's in my mouth and her body beneath me as I fucked her right there.
It was not to be. Not then. With a gasp, Linda stood up, dislodging Tim's hand which had been sliding higher and higher beneath the hem of her dress.
"I think we'd better go, it's late," she murmured, looking over at me and seeing my own position. I would have given anything, at that moment, if she had just acquiesced to Tim's advances and let him fuck her, but she was making obvious moves to leave.
With a final kiss at the door and an almost pleading look from Laura while Tim kissed Linda, we left.
"That was fun," I said exploratively, walking hand in hand with my wife back to our apartment. I was surprised to have her squeeze it and murmur, "Yes, it was."
