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?"
