My wife has taken a lover. She has a special friend. A friend with whom she shares an intimacy usually reserved for committed, monogamous relationships...marriage. And I support her and encourage her and embrace the seduction, the sharing, and the raw physical and emotional connection. I am fascinated by the process and her effort to coordinate time with her lover and the details of their entwinement. I am caught up in the erotic appeal and feeling it gives me sexually and emotionally. In a sense, I have taken her lover as an extension to our own sexual story and relationship. She shares their time with me and replays their encounters. It is sensual and instructive, consuming and powerful, strange and open, empowering and emasculating, connective and strong. In the sense that we can step back from our own commitment and our own self-view, it fuels the connection between us both, stoking a passionate fire that grows and strengthens our relationship.
Scott arrived in town today and Joan met him at the airport alone in her summer skirt, the light linen wrinkled to knee length and teasing, suggesting, proffering the pleasures within. As agreed, for him she wore no bra beneath her thinly strapped button-front shirt and no panties under the skirt. In the airy setting sun airport interior, a transparent backlighting filtered through Joan's skirt exposing her openness. Joan and her lover planned this weekend over several months, the anticipation building in all of us.
I accompanied Joan to the airport, keeping my distance to allow them better privacy for the first embrace. With me sitting nearby, Joan paced in her fashion, nervously watching the arrivals board and scanning the terminal halls. Scott appeared in the corridor, looking pensive and not yet catching Joan's eye. I could see as they both tried casually to find the other as he neared and at that moment they both connected, I could easily see the spark of desire intensified as they found each other across the hall. Scott confidently walked to Joan and they embraced, his hand at the small of her back, fingers lazily tracing slightly under her skirt and on her bare back beneath her blouse. In a fluid motion they kissed, her hands on his face, open and passionate, hungry for the other and unabashedly aggressive.
After a time, they both approached me and I stood, shaking hands with Scott and welcoming him. Not just to our home, but to our relationship. Joan had been open with Scott and I about both sides of her desire and had had several but brief sexual encounters over the last year. But we had not yet met since they became involved. So this first meeting in effect was a nervous one for us both but Joan concentrated on equal and shared, to some extent quieting our nerves though it seemed my heart would pound from my chest it beat so hard and fast. Joan was clearly flushed and excited speaking in quiet clipped phrases, obviously scared but wanting to lead, to guide, and to be led and to be guided. Before we left for baggage claims she in turn hugged us both, kissing us each in a manner clearly not that of a friend, leaving no question that she had not one, but two lovers. And as nervous as it made her, it clearly demonstrated those nearby that she belonged to us both.
For a time she held both our hands, Scott to one side and I the other but eventually she and he walked arm in arm, close, touching as much as possible as we walked to the claims area. After retrieving luggage, we walked to the car lot, Joan and Scott entangled as we loaded suitcases and bags. I offered to drive and she and Scott climbed into the back seat for our 30 minute drive into town. As driver I had a clear view in the mirror of them both, sitting together their legs touching and hands together. We left the airport in the early dusk, not yet dark as the sun set in the western sky, a crimson sea across the receding sky.
Without pause she began kissing him, with more and more passion and abandon, slowly at first but building as if seeking orgasm though his tongue in her mouth and his in hers. With one leg draped over his, one hand found her bare leg and gently caressed the inside of her thigh, the other working the buttons of her blouse. She had shared stories with me of an interest with her lover in as quickly as possible, consummating the affair sexually each time they again met. Pulling back her skirt, he exposed the closely trimmed pussy, engorged and swollen, lips clearly open and wet with anticipation. He teasingly moved slowly up her leg, brushing the bare folds lightly. Joan shuddered and moaned loudly as much for my enjoyment as it was her uncontrollable bodily response. His mouth moved to her neck as he entered her, quickly plunging two fingers to the depths of her opening. Her body emoted with physical abandonment as she thrashed and moaned, calling his name and mine. Both legs spread wide now between the two front seats as if she were determined to position herself for my viewing in the mirror. His hand worked in and out of the mysterious depths, plunging into the slippery wetness over and over.
