It Wouldn't Be Fair
It was just 4:00 when I poked my head into my husband's home office and cleared my throat. Bruce turned away from his monitors to look at me and said.
"Heh babe what's up besides your perky little nipples?"
Obviously Bruce with his superior observational skills had noticed that I had been sunbathing nude on the deck and had not bothered to dress after coming inside. I gave him my best smile and crossed the room to where he was sitting. Sliding into his welcoming lap I replied
"Well, I was sort of hoping that it might be your wonderful cock looking for shelter for a couple of minutes in my puss."
Since Bruce was working in his usual summer garb of tee shirt and running shorts I could immediately feel the blood surging into his cock as we kissed and his hands ran over my body paying particular attention to my breasts. My C cups had stayed remarkably firm despite the years of dedicated attention that my husband has given them. Bruce has always been addicted to my nipples especially since I had them pierced for delicate little gold rings. Today they were unadorned but on special occasions I would hang crystal or diamond charms from the hoops. After we broke from the kiss I said.
"So why don't we go outside and fuck on the futon? It's a beautiful afternoon and I'm sure the local wildlife wants to see your cute little butt pumping up and down between my gorgeous thighs."
"No problem babe. I'll just bet that you've been working on a particularly graphic section in your latest book and need to try out a couple of new positions. Let's Go!"
Almost racing we headed for the family room exit to the deck. Bruce shed his shirt and shorts by the time we made it to the futon. Within seconds I was on my back. legs in the air and Bruce was up to his nut sack in my vagina. I love his cock not because of its size but because it swells up and fits me perfectly. Outside and without neighbors I was able to voice my pleasure as my husband aggressively fucked me to and then through three beautiful orgasms. I then snuck a couple fingers down to where the base of his cock was plugging into me and gave it a little extra squeeze. That was enough to make him rear back and then drive all the way back in as he roared out his orgasm. I loved the feel of his cum jetting into me for at least the 5000th time in our marriage. I never got tired of the feel of his cock swelling up and then blasting cum into me.
As we came back down from our high we entered the phase that I have always loved the most. It was that period of closeness and intimacy when you are temporarily satiated but still joined on an almost supernatural level. It was a time when you could whisper sweet nothings, talk dirty or reveal your most intimate thoughts. Today we weren't into fantasy but rather we were just appreciating the ambiance of nature and the light breeze on our sweaty bodies. I was idly twirling a tuft of his chest hair still damp from our joint exertions as we lay on the chaise watching the wood ducks on the pond and thinking about how great it was to have found such a compatible sex partner.
His cock was now relaxed and resting peacefully against my thigh. My pussy was pleasantly tender but I was nevertheless anticipating our next encounter hopefully later that evening. His left arm was wrapped around me holding me tightly and his right hand was fondling my nearest nipple. We were both admiring the delicate little gold ring that pierced it.
"Honey, do you remember when I got these?"
"I wasn't there when you got your tits but I do remember getting the rings. We were just winding up that lovely trip to San Francisco. We were shopping and came across that little shop with all the body decoration items in the window. As I recall you had me so fucked into submission that I was powerless to resist when you dragged me into the shop."
"Bullshit. You took one look at that handsome young clerk and when you found out that he also did the piercing you almost ripped off your blouse to show him your tits."
"Well he was kind of cute. Anyway we picked out these little beauties and you held my hand as he did the job. It hurt for just a second each time, unlike the belly button job but then that is a different story. Now before you get me all turned on again, what do you want for supper?"
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I know I got to the sex in a hurry but I'm that way in my writing and life. I suppose I should introduce myself and my lover. My name is Clair, I'm 45 years old, a horny slut and I'm married to a really sweet over sexed guy, Bruce Haskins. He is a highly successful consulting engineer who runs his own practice out of our home. We have two children, Kyle and Henry who have both recently graduated from college and have gone off to start careers in Engineering and Finance. I also work out of our home as a moderately successful novelist. Five of my books have been published. The genre is romantic historical fiction and I'll freely admit that the emphasis of my stories is on the frequent graphic sexual interactions of my characters. I can't help it that I get off on writing about sex or that the public is appreciative enough to buy my books both digitally and in paperback. There even has been some modest interest in screenplay treatments for Hollywood.
It's nice working from home for a lot of reasons. The paramount reason is privacy. We live in a semi rural area on forty wooded acres. A long sheltered driveway opens into a central clearing in which sits our beautiful home, several out buildings and a pristine three acre pond. The lack of prying neighbors and children at home has enabled us to become quite casual in our dress and sexuality.
Bruce and I both need to travel a fair amount, me for book tours and he for his various engineering projects. However, we try quite diligently to plan our travel so that we spend significant blocks of time together. Strange as it may seem, we have an intense physical attraction to one another. That's another way of saying that even after nearly 25 years of marriage we are still greatly enjoy the pleasures of the flesh.
Generally speaking as work at home folks, we try to stay out of each other's way during the day but come the mid to late afternoon, we seek each other out for a little R&R or to discuss dinner plans. Sexual R&R is the most fun and is how we ended up on the chaise at the beginning of this story.
Eventually we worked up enough energy to wander down to the pond and have a quick dip to rinse off the residue of our most recent mating. I grabbed two towels that we keep in a cabinet under the chaise and we walked hand in hand down the soft bark chip path to the little beach. We continued right into the water and at a count of three, dove into the cool pond water. We frolicked around for a few minutes and then climbed the ladder to the pier and dried off. As always I checked out Bruce's cock. The water of course had caused a little shrinkage but it was still a respectable member and I couldn't resist giving it a quick fondle.
In response he grabbed me and laid a massive tonsil sucker on me that lasted for a couple of minutes. I could feel his cock filling as we kissed and so when we broke I said
"So is it dinner or me?"
"You know me. I will always chose sex over food and besides I have to get you all broken in and loosened up for your gang bangs on the road. You are leaving on Monday for a 10 days aren't you?"
"You and your wife sharing fantasy. The cock pushing against my belly is the only one I need."
"Need is one thing. Want is something else. I understand that you have enormous sexual energy and that if you ever wanted to take on an anonymous lover on the road I would completely understand. You are the most alive sexual animal I have ever known and I love you so much that I want you to be completely satisfied."
"God dam it Bruce just Fuck Me!!"
And he did on the rough boards of the dock. He ran that fat cock of his up to the hilt. I know I squealed as he hit bottom and after only a dozen strokes we were both coming like freight trains. As we slowly regained our wind he kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear
"I am serious you know."
"I know you are in your mind but I'm afraid that when you would be confronted with the cold reality of me fucking someone else, you might not be able to handle it and that would just kill me. I love you and don't want to do anything to hurt us. I admit that I have been tempted and I'm sure you have too but our relationship is just too precious to fuck it up."
Bruce kissed me on the lips again and helped me up. We walked back up to the house, took a quick shower and dressed casually for dinner.
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By late Monday morning I was signing books in Chicago at a trendy book store. The publisher I work with has put together a great team that handles all the details of the tour. On each trip I am assigned a very competent handler who shepherds me from store to store and city to city. All I have to do is smile, make small talk about my books and make a nice inscription in their purchase. All the petty details such as airline tickets, hotel reservations, cars, cabs, meals etc are efficiently handled for me.
My handler for this trip and for two previous ones was a handsome young man by the name of Josh. Quite frankly I have chemistry with him but I have never taken anything past the mild flirtation and conversation stage. That conversation however has been quite frank about my sex drive, my husband's constant suggestions I play around and my reluctance to be unfaithful unilaterally.
With the incentive to get into my welcoming pants, Josh came up with a plan all on his own but more on that later.
For a week I wrestled with whether to go ahead with it but then Bruce asked me on our nightly call what I was going to do about getting a little pussy action on this trip.
"Not yet big fella but after I hang up with you I'm going to make a few calls to set the ball in motion."
