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At Saratoga Springs
Michael James
I met Gina when we were seniors at a party. I thought she was the sexiest woman I had ever seen. Her olive complexion indicated her Mediterranean heritage, as did her dark brown eyes and black hair. That night it was in a ponytail that reached her hips. Her body at 36D-23-35 seemed to shout 'Fuck me!' She seemed to be having a great time even before I spoke to her. I gave her one of the great lines of all time, "I don't have to ask you if you are enjoying the party!"
She replied, "It's looking even better now, sailor! What's your name?"
I responded, "Mike, although my volleyball mates call me Mike the Spike?"
She answered, "Well, Mike the Spike, I'm Virginia but my party mates call me Gina!"
Three beers later we were walking across the campus to my apartment. Three minutes later, we were in my bed. Three minutes after that, she was screaming, "Spike me again, Mike! Spike me harder!"
By the end of the second week, she had virtually moved in with me. A few months later I proposed. A few of my friends told me some stories about how wild she was, but I didn't worry. I had been like a kid with a new toy when I discovered the joys of college night life and fully enjoyed the promiscuous pleasures of 'Anything Goes' parties.
In June we got jobs Manhattan, graduated, married, and moved into an apartment in Queens. We didn't have time for a honeymoon, but life was grand. We seemed to both like our new jobs, and we just couldn't get enough of each other's bodies. On the weekends, it was literally morning, noon, and night, and on workdays, it was only morning and night. It seemed like every day I loved her more. It was not only the sex and the talk, but we were both doing the little things for each other, little gifts, special date nights on Friday and Saturday nights.
The first cloud on the horizon was at the Christmas party at Gina's accounting firm. Jack Tomlinson was a manager at her firm, which meant he was two or three levels up from Gina as a junior accountant. He not only seemed very interested in Gina, dancing with her more than anyone else, including myself, but also seemed genuinely interested in me, asking me questions about both my job as a financial analyst for a securities firm, but also about Gina's and my life in New York City.
The second cloud was the commencement of the busy season at Gina's accounting firm. Although Gina was an auditor rather than a tax person, the first three months of the year were still very busy because of the number of firms with December thirty-first year-ends requiring that their audits be concluded and financial statements, along with tax returns, be prepared in the first four months of the year. By the middle of January, I was hardly seeing Gina at all except on Sundays when she had to recover from the previous seventy- or eighty-hour week and recharge her batteries for the nest week. Sex was limited to twice on Sundays if I was lucky.
Finally, the busy season was over. I had some vacation accrued and we decided to have a postponed week-long honeymoon at a resort in the Catskills and spend a few days of the second week at Saratoga Springs during the racing season.
We rented a luxury car for our trip. We solely used public transportation while in the city and decided to splurge for our delayed honeymoon. It was a beautiful drive up the Hudson River valley to our chosen resort in the Catskills. Our hopes for a rejuvenation of our romance were running very high as we checked into the resort.
The week in the Catskills was everything we hoped for. It was like we were once again newly found lovers. We took long walks holding hands along the many trails and made love four or five times a day. The stress upon our marriage by Gina's busy season was an almost forgotten memory. We were in high spirits as we drove up to Saratoga Springs.
Gina Scolletti
I loved my time in college. It was like high school to the nth degree. Party followed party and no curfew. There were lots of horny guys with their own apartments and private bedrooms. Some guys weren't as well-endowed as others, but they could usually make up for it with magic fingers and titillating tongues. Of course, we had to take time out from partying to go to class, and then they were those nasty hour exams. Some of them for courses like Auditing and Income Taxation II, I had to study all night for. Anyway, I managed to graduate with both degrees. The first was my BBA in Accounting. I used that to get a nice job with a major accounting firm in the Manhattan practice office.
I started working on my other degree near the beginning of my senior year. I met Michael James at a party early on. He introduced himself as Mike the Spike. We ended up at his apartment. At seven and a half inches he wasn't the largest I had ever had, but he knew how to use all his assets. He could get me off with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock. He seemed to just know how hard and fast to stroke me with his dick. He had an encyclopedic knowledge of different positions, and he was no stranger to the anal route to satisfaction by all parties involved. I figured he was as good as it was going to get, and when after we were exclusive for a few months, he asked me to marry him, I accepted. I got my Mrs. degree the next week after my BBA. The week after that Mike and I were due to start work, so our honeymoon had to be postponed for a while.
Mike got his degree in Economics with a Business minor in Finance and Accounting. This meant he had a good understanding of both our firms' businesses. His job was also in Manhattan with a major securities firm not too far from my firm's practice office. Apartments were too expensive in Manhattan which would have been nice, so we got one in Queens. We rode the subway to work together every day, although we didn't necessarily come home together.
After a weeklong orientation my first real work assignment was on a job managed by Jack Tomlinson. He wanted to meet me, even though the senior accountant would be my direct supervisor. He was a tall dark and handsome man. I felt an instant attraction. I had only been married two weeks and already my eyes were wandering. He had a picture of the all-American family on his desk, including a pretty blonde wife and three kids of various sizes and sexes. I suspected that would only be a minor impediment to our hooking up. He asked me where I was living and what my husband did, where I went to college, and other stuff like that.
Two weeks later he visited us on the site of the audit and took all of us out for drinks and dinner. I called Mike and told him I would be late, not specifying how late. I had a feeling that I would be later than the other members of the audit team. We had a drink in the attached bar and then went into the restaurant proper for our dinner. After we finished dinner, we chatted for a while. As they finished their last round of drinks, the others left. I hadn't finished my third glass of wine, so Jack and I were the last ones to leave. He suggested we go to a quieter location for a nightcap. I agreed and followed him to what turned out to be the firm's Manhattan apartment rental. He fixed another drink for both of us.
I took a few sips of my white wine, put it on the coffee table and looked at him. He kissed me. I kissed him back. We were soon taking each other's clothes off. He had a full eight and a half inches and a matching oversized girth. It felt so good to be filled to the stretching point. I came the first time when he reached the bottom of my love canal, filling me completely even after I had swollen larger as he went deeper into me. Mike filled me, but didn't stretch me like Jack did. He stroked me to another missionary position orgasm. He then guided me to my hands and knees on the coffee table. It felt sinful and lascivious to have my second dick since my wedding day. He rammed himself against my ass repeatedly and soon I was crying out in the ecstasy of my third climax of our session. He continued pounding me. As I felt the first streams of his jism against my vaginal walls, I came for my fourth body-shaking orgasm.
It was nine o'clock and I knew I needed to get home as Mike would be wondering where I was. We showered together and as one might expect I was treated to a second round, this time in the ballroom dancer position, while the water of the shower beat down on us. After two orgasms, he turned me around and with repeated pelvic thrusts he took us both to our final climaxes of the evening in the standing prison guard position.
We finished cleaning ourselves off and quickly dressed. He had his car parked in a garage near the firm's office and he drove me home. He told me that he lived farther out on Long Island. Traffic would be light this late at night. It was almost ten when I walked into the apartment. I told Mike that we had gone drinking after the dinner. Our manager thought it would be good 'team building.' I felt like I was part of the team for sure now. Fortunately, Mike gave no indication that he suspected me of anything extramarital.
After that, Jack and I rendezvoused for additional 'team building' almost one night every week, skipping if it was inconvenient for one or the other of us. Things flowed along nicely until the Christmas party. Jack seemed to take a great interest in both me and Mike. I was a little concerned that Mike or Jack's wife might suspect something, but Mike didn't appear to, and we had a very nice lovemaking after we went home from the party.
The busy season make Jack's and my rendezvouses easier to justify to Mike but more difficult to hide from the other members of my audit team, particularly the senior accountant. We would decide ahead of time which night to get together and then I would text Jack when I said goodnight to my audit team and was heading for the apartment which was the usual site of our trysts. Things continued to be fairly easy for us after the busy season. It was easy for me to use some of the hours I had accumulated for personal time to hook up with Jack.
Mike and I began planning a honeymoon trip to the Catskills and Saratoga Springs and Jack and I began planning a surprise for Mike. Jack convinced me it was time for us to come out. He was positive that if we just presented our affair to him as a fait accompli with no options he would accept it as a good cuckold would. Although he had only met Mike a few times, he was positive that Mike fit the mold. I wasn't quite as confident, but I knew that Mike wasn't terribly assertive and was fairly pliant when it came to me getting my way. That supported what Jack was telling me. I still loved Mike as much as I ever had, although I was thoroughly enjoying my affair with Jack. Jack told me that we could expand to more times a week and have a willing Mike participate in threesomes with us if he accepted what we had been doing. Once the busy season was over Mike and I had gotten back to making love fifteen times or more a week and so I was confident that our marital relationship was solid.
I didn't feel bad about my relationship with Jack, because I was confident that Mike was getting all the sex he could handle. It really wasn't costing Mike anything except for the time I spent fucking Jack as I was more than willing to fuck them both. Since I had more free time, I made all the reservations for the Catskills part of our trip, as well as our transportation. I would use our time in the Catskills to soften Mike up. Jack reserved a large suite at a great hotel in Saratoga Springs and he would be paying for that part of our trip.
The Catskills part of our trip was wonderful. Mike was just the sweetest, best husband in the world. He came as close as any one man has ever come to fully satiating me night after night. The days were pretty good, we went for long hikes, holding hands, talking about our lives, past, present, and future. I knew I had made the perfect pick of a man to spend the rest of my life with.
