The next couple of weeks fell into a similar routine. I would meet Tom alone somewhere, usually in our office, and give him a blowjob and then I would go home and enjoy a night of hot sex with Rob, while I gave him the details of what had happened. In a period of sixteen days I went down on Tom twenty separate times. Not bad when you consider we didn’t see each other at all on three of those days. We just never quite got around to having actual sex. I think we both knew it was going to happen but for right now we were happy with the blowjobs.
I was really getting into the dichotomy of the two relationships. I liked acting the role of the woman that was so caught up in her desire, that she was helpless to stop herself from fulfilling her lusty needs with Tom. I enjoyed the submissiveness of being a sex object to him and it stoked my ego to know that another man found me desirable. I found it to be incredibly erotic to be dressed in sexy lingerie just to please him. I enjoyed looking into his eyes from my kneeling position and begging him to let me swallow his cum. Judging from his reaction, he was enjoying it too.
On the other hand I was enjoying the new power I had over Rob at home. In my defense, Rob seemed to enjoy my affair the more the more I flaunted it in front of him. I couldn’t believe how much of a turn on it was for me to relate every detail of my time with Tom, while Rob was going down on me.
Remembering my trysts with one man while another man was pleasuring me was so dirty and nasty that it made me wetter that I had ever been before. I would drag my stories out as long as I could so as to enjoy as many orgasms as possible. If Rob got tired or stopped eating me for any reason, I would immediately stop telling about what had happened until he started again. I told him it was ‘pay to play’.
I also got a cheap thrill out of refusing to go down on him during this time. I would tell him that my jaw or neck was still tired from Tom and insist we either have regular sex or he go masturbate. The thing I enjoyed most, was teasing Rob about the affair at inopportune times. For example, one day when Rob and I were picking up a few things at the mall, I told him I needed to pick up some new clothes.
Then I dragged him into a lingerie specialty shop and proceeded to pick out silk thongs and g-strings and any other kind of sexy under thing I could find, occasionally pausing to ask him if he thought that Tom would like the red or black better, then buying both. What really made me got me going was when Rob paid for it all.
Eventually, after a long lovemaking session with Rob in which I had described my afternoon with Tom in an office supply closet, he asked me when the two of us were going to consummate our relationship. He was blushing a furious red when he asked this and was grinning like a little boy who just learned a new dirty word.
“Well, honey, there is more to it than that,” I replied. “I don’t want my first time with him to be a ‘wham-bam-thank-you-mam’ experience. I want to have plenty of time for us to fulfill each other’s fantasies. Also I want to be able to make this a memorable experience for him, which means having the right setting and mood, so it may be a while yet.”
“Why can’t you do that here?” Rob asked.
“Oh, sweetie! I couldn’t do that knowing you were watching or listening! It would be too distracting. Besides, Tom thinks we are having a secret affair, I don’t know how he would react to learning he was the main player in a live sex show. Maybe someday, but not yet ok?” I answered. “Anyway have you considered what it would feel like if Tom knew you got off on him screwing your wife? Wouldn’t that embarrass you?” From the sudden hardness I felt from him, embarrassment wasn’t the first thing he would feel. I was about to inquire about it when he asked me a new question.
“What if I wasn’t here and there was no chance that I could come home? What if for example, I had to be out of town for work on Wednesday night and wouldn’t be back until Saturday morning?” Rob countered.