PREFACE
This story could have been published in any of several categories. It contains elements of wife sharing, but is, I hope, also a romance. On balance, it probably belongs in Loving Wives, as that is how Tom and Sara's journey begins.
It also depicts unsafe sex between strangers.
This is a work of fiction. I have no interest in wife sharing personally, although I neither condemn nor condone it in others. However, in the real world, unsafe sex is, well, unsafe, and sometimes has embarrassing, catastrophic, or even fatal consequences.
For those who are offended by wife sharing, cuckoldry etc. my answer is simple: don't do it or read about it if you don't like it, but don't condemn others who do, unless it causes harm or is without consent.
For those who are still offended, this is still a work of fiction. Remember that the skill of an author, if skill there is, lies in developing believable characters and plot-lines, and engaging and involving their readers. So, if you are outraged by the behaviour of the characters, thank you. That shows you find them believable.
Since all the characters are married, sometimes to each other, you can presume that all the sex is legal and consensual in whatever jurisdiction you happen to live. In other words all characters are over the age of 18.
Linguistically, I am British: I have tried to avoid vocabulary that differs between English and American, but where spellings differ between the two languages, here they will be British.
The Latin verse at the beginning seemed appropriate, although I apologise if you find it a little pretentious. If you seem to remember hearing it somewhere before, you're right; it was used by John Fowles at the end of "The Magus."
This story has only been published on Literotica, and all the copyright and all other rights are reserved by the author whatep.
If it appears anywhere else, it is without my consent.
COUPLING Part 1
Cras amet qui numquam amavit,
Quique amavit cras amet.
(from Pervigilium Veneris - poet unknown)
Richard's flight was due in at 19:00, so I left work early to prepare the evening meal. Knowing my wife, she would be spending her time anxiously pampering herself in preparation for her long-term lover and would forget all about 'non-essentials' like food. If we wanted to eat tonight, it would be up to me to cook something.
I smiled, remembering how much had changed in the last three years since the 'fantasy' part of our game had unexpectedly become a reality. Aside from the regular erotic hit of seeing Richard with my wife -- which admittedly had waned a little over the years along with my jealousy -- we had all had become firm friends, with no hint of Richard's dominating persona visible outside the bedroom. The two girls, Sara and Richard's wife Abby, were as thick as thieves, spending hours on the phone together. Another benefit for me was that Sara had become less reserved as she found her sexual confidence. Although that resulted in a level of teasing about Richard's prowess, it also enhanced our own sex life immeasurably.
Opening the door, I stumbled across my wife's work blouse and a bra on the hall floor. As my eyes travelled up the stairs, I saw her skirt, a shoe and, on the top step her panties, discarded in haste.
I grinned, thinking that I might just be about to catch my wife masturbating to take the edge off her excitement. I knew she did, but she never let me watch, which was strange considering how much she liked me watching her with Richard.
I crept up the stairs, noticing the quiet creaking of the bed and Sara's soft moans through the open bedroom door.
Peeking round the door, the first thing I saw were my wife's legs, thrown high in the air, toes curled, and between them, Richard's muscular thighs and buttocks, which he was using to drive his preposterously large cock in and out of my wife. Quieter than the sounds of Sara's passionate moans, I could now hear the wet squelching sounds from her pussy, and the fleshy slap, slap, slap of their bodies as they mated.
'So, Richard got an earlier flight!' I thought to myself.
I toyed with the idea of watching them for a while but, knowing how long one of their 're-connection' sessions could last, decided to leave them to it till later and fix myself a drink before starting to cook.
I poured myself a smallish Scotch in the lounge -- no point getting wasted at 5 in the afternoon - and took a sip.
There was a quiet, feminine cough behind me. I turned sharply to see Richard's elegant wife Abby, her lithe dancer's body curled up in a corner of the sofa, long legs tucked beneath her. She put down the copy of Vogue she was reading, a wry smile on her pretty, elfin face.
"What are you doing here?" I almost squeaked in surprise, choking on my Scotch "Sorry, that came out wrong. It's lovely to see you Abby, but I thought Richard was coming alone this time?"
"It's lovely to see you too Tom. My client cancelled, so we both decided to come. Richard's original flight was full, so we got an earlier one."
I glanced up at the ceiling, noticing that the sounds from upstairs were getting louder, the creaking of the bed more urgent.
I was a little confused. "But what happened to the rules?"
She grinned "Do you mean the 'No sex when Abby's here' rule?"
"Well yes, that one. When did that change?"
"It hasn't really. When we got here and I saw her open the front door, she was almost jumping up and down in excitement at seeing him. When I got out of the cab too, she just looked so disappointed, so I told her I'd ignore the rules this one time as she wasn't expecting me to be here."
"Yes," I said, "I noticed the trail of clothes. I'm guessing she was on the bed and naked before the front door was shut."
"I think she was more worried about not giving me time to change my mind." Abby grinned.
Suddenly, the creaking increased in volume and speed, and I heard the now familiar, but still harrowing sounds of my wife crashing into a massive, Richard induced, orgasm.
Abby laughed. "As I was saying, she was excited to see him."
"Jesus!" I whispered, shaking my head to erase the insistent vision of my petite blond wife, head thrown back in ecstasy beneath Richard's broad shoulders, her splayed thighs writhing beneath his muscular buttocks as he made her cum, impaled on his massive dick. "Sounds like she needed that."
Abby looked wistful, kneading her fingers nervously. "I think Richard needs that too." she admitted, her voice low.
I looked at her, for the first time noticing the stress around her eyes.
"Are you ok?"
"Yes. I'm fine Tom! We're both fine!" She brightened a little. "Actually, it's really lucky I was able to come down with Richard right now. We want to talk to you guys."
"Sure, what about?"
"Oh, just some news, and maybe a small favour."
I could tell this was making her nervous and tried to put her at her ease. "Anything. You know that. What do you need?"
"Do you mind if it keeps 'till we're all together? Richard's booked a table at La Rochelle for seven; we can talk after we eat."
"Wow! That place is pricey. Has Richard had his performance bonus?"
The sounds from upstairs suddenly escalated again into another massive climax from Sara. I heard her moaning and calling out. "Ooooooh Richaaaaaard. Fuck Meeeeeeeeee!"
Abby smiled. "Not yet, 'though I think he just got a 'performance bonus' from your wife."
"So it would appear" I joked back. "Does it bother you, listening to them, Abby? I'm used to it, but you've never been around when they've been intimate before. I've never really understood what you get out of this arrangement."
"Oh! Richard gets off on dominating a submissive woman in the bedroom. That's not my thing, so it doesn't bother me if he gets that with Sara; not really."
She thought about the answer to my first question. "We talk a lot on the phone, and Sara usually gives me a fairly graphic description of what they get up to. Strangely, it's because she's so open about the sex, and doesn't go behind my back, that I trust her with him." She thought a moment. "I'd rather it was someone I know and trust than a complete stranger."
"Yes, I noticed that my last phone bill was the size of the national debt. Joking aside, it's good you get on. Sara's an only child and doesn't have many female friends." I continued. "I think that's why I'm happy for Sara to be with Richard too. I always treat her as an equal, but she needs to explore her submissive side as well."
I suddenly noticed the luggage in the corner of the lounge. "Where are you staying by the way? Do you have a hotel booked?"
"No, it was all a bit 'last-minute' so we hoped we could stay here. If that's ok of course?"
I looked at the sofa in disappointment. Richard had obviously supplanted me in the master bedroom, as usually happened when he got together with Sara, but with Abby here too she'd presumably have the guest room, leaving just the sofa.
Abby caught my look. "Don't worry Tom, hopefully you won't be sleeping on the sofa." she grinned.
The rhythmic creaking started to increase again. Abby laughed. "Don't they ever give it a rest?"
"I don't know," I joked back "I usually have my head under a pillow so I can sleep."
Abby looked at her wristwatch. "I guess we better let them know the time. We don't want to be late, especially for La Rochelle."
"Absolutely! Do you want to interrupt them, or shall I?"
"Would you mind doing it?" Abby pleaded. "Listening is one thing, but he is my husband; I don't think I'm ready for the full technicolor reality, and you've watched them already."
I went up the stairs, collecting Sara's hastily discarded clothing on the way and noticing how wet her black satin thong was.
The bedroom door was now closed, so I hammered on it. "La Rochelle's booked in an hour and a half guys! We need to get ready."
The rhythmic creaking stopped suddenly, and I heard a moan of complaint from Sara. "That's not fair, I was just about to...hmmff" followed by silence, and a few minutes later by Richard's groan as he climaxed.
A few seconds later a very naked and sticky Sara cracked open the door and pulled me in by my shirt, pinning me against the bedroom wall.
"Baby! You interrupted us," she sulked. "I didn't get to cum. I think my husband needs to make my pussy feel better!"
She started to pull my hand down to her swollen lips when Richard poked his head out round the en-suite door. "Oh no you don't! Hands off Tom! That's my property, at least until Sunday. You know the rules."
Sara pouted at him in mock indignation. "But Richard..." she wheedled.
Richard smirked. "Well, I suppose it wasn't fair to Tom to offer him something and then take it away. Why don't you give him a big kiss to say sorry?"
Sara pondered, puzzled for a moment, then looked at him in shock, before grinning broadly "Ooh Richard! You're so bad."
