Julie Murphy was wide awake. It was now after 2:00 AM, but she had been unable to fall asleep. Her husband Jonathan lay beside her, gently snoring. They'd had sex last night after returning home from a charity event, and he had passed out shortly after. Julie couldn't quiet her mind.
She had a lot to think about. For starters, Jonathan wasn't the only man she had fucked last night. Julie had been carrying on a torrid affair with a friend of hers, Calvin Johnson, for the past 7 months. The event had been held in Calvin's office building, and the two of them had snuck up to his office after dinner. Julie sat on his desk and they had fucked hard and fast, and Calvin had pumped what felt like a gallon of cum inside her. It had leaked out for the rest of the evening.
Which led to another thing Julie was mulling over at 2:00 in the morning. Jonathan had gone down on her last night, while Julie had still been full of another man's cum. He had seemed much more aggressive than usual, driving his tongue deep inside her pussy. And after they had finished, he had said to her, "I loved everything about that. This whole night has been perfect", really emphasizing the word 'everything '. Julie felt sure that Jonathan knew, or at least suspected, what had happened earlier last night. If she was right, then he knew what he was licking out of her. And he wasn't just okay with that, it seemed to spur him on. He'd been like a man possessed.
And that gave Julie one more thing to ponder in the wee hours. She had been having flings at conferences for years. A few years back, Jonathan had caught her cold after one conference, when she forgot and left an email open on their computer from her latest lover. He had told her then that he didn't care about the sex; her being honest with him was the important thing.
She had never been able to fully understand that. Was he really telling her that it was okay if she fucked around, as long as she told him about it? Could anybody really do that? Julie knew that if she had caught Jonathan cheating on her, she would have been hurt, and furious. On the other hand, she also knew Jonathan was the most honest person she'd ever known. She finally fell asleep an hour later, with more questions than answers.
Two days later, she and Calvin were curled up together on his office couch, basking in their post-fuck afterglow.Calvin had brought Julie to three powerful orgasms, about average for their sessions, and had filled her cunt with his thick sperm. She felt a steady stream of it flowing out of her now, leaking onto his couch.
"Calvin, who cleans up the cumstains from your couch" she asked. The leather couch was always a mess when she left, but she had never seen any evidence of their fucking when she returned the next Thursday.
"Melissa takes care of that" he answered. Melissa was his administrative assistant.
"Does she know what she's cleaning up?"
"I assume so; she knows what we're doing in here."
Julie thought back to the first time she and Calvin had fucked in his office. Melissa had walked in to remind Calvin about an upcoming meeting, to find Julie naked and straddling him on this very couch, bouncing up and down on his thick cock. Julie had been sure it was a deliberate interruption, but hadn't known if it had been Calvin's idea, or Melissa's. She still hadn't talked with him about his relationship with Melissa-she was pretty sure they were fucking too. But today, she had a more urgent topic to discuss.
"I think Jonathan knows what we did after dinner the other night."
Calvin's blood ran cold. This could be bad. "What makes you think that?"
"Well, for starters, we had sex after we got home."
"That's a little slutty, isn't it?" Calvin asked.
"I don't think it's slutty to fuck my own husband!"
"It is if you fucked somebody else two hours before!"
"Okay, I'll give you that one. But Jesus, Calvin, you pumped a gallon of cum into me! He had to feel it; smell it..." She decided not to mention that Jonathan had gone down on her that night, so he would have tasted it, too.
"Did he say anything?"
"Not directly, but he said some stuff about how much he enjoyed it, and how great the whole night had been. It felt a little out of character."
"Did he get angry?" Calvin asked.
"No, and I don't know that he would have. Jonathan caught me having a fling a few years back, and he kept telling me that he didn't care about the sex, that he just wanted me to be honest with him."
"Were you?"
"No" she replied quietly.
"Why not?"
Julie sighed. "I don't really know. I've thought about it a lot since. Maybe I didn't completely trust what he was telling me. I mean, he might have thought he'd be okay with it, but when he actually heard the truth, it'd be a different story. Or maybe I was ashamed and I didn't want him to think less of me."
"Some guys would be okay with it" Calvin said. "They're self-confident enough, or enlightened enough, that they wouldn't be threatened by their wife sleeping around. And some guys get off on it."
"Really? Jesus, guys are weird. What about you; would you be okay with it?"
"I think I would, but for me it would have to go both ways, and I know for sure that my wife would not be okay with me fucking other women!" He added quietly, "What are you gonna do?"
Julie was quiet for a long time. "I think I'm gonna screw up my nerve and tell him. Maybe not everything all at once, but I think I need to trust what he's been telling me."
Calvin had been caressing Julie this whole time, teasing her nipples and lightly rubbing her cunt. She had started off running her fingernails softly across his balls and up the shaft of his cock, but as they played, he had regained his erection, and now Julie was jacking his erection. Calvin leaned in to kiss her. "Round two?" he asked.
"I was hoping you'd say that. Yes, please!" She spread her legs wide, and Calvin positioned himself at her opening.
"Tell me what you want."
"I want you to fuck me, Calvin! I need to feel your big cock inside me!"
Calvin pushed his hips forward and drove his cock home. "Ooh, that's it, baby, fuck me...fuck my pussy..." This time, they enjoyed a slow, leisurely fuck, culminating in simultaneous climaxes. It was the first time Calvin had cum twice in one afternoon with her.
"So now I've got two of your big loads inside me. I don't know if you fully appreciate what a thrill it's gonna give me to feel your cum oozing out of me all afternoon long!"
"Glad to be of service."
Julie got up off the couch and started putting her shirt dress back on. "See you next Thursday?"
"Well, hold on, I want to ask you something. Would you be able to have dinner with me sometime next week?"
"Why, Calvin Johnson, are you asking me out on a date?"
"Yeah, something like that. Listen, I will never get tired of what we do on Thursday afternoons, but I kind of miss seeing you outside this office. We used to get together quite a bit, and we haven't done that in a while."
"You're forgetting that dinner we both attended just a few nights ago?"
"That doesn't count. For one thing, that was you and me and 500 other people. And, as I recall, we ended up back in this office. I'd like for just the two of us to spend some time together."
"That sounds nice, Calvin. What night?"
"Let me check my calendar, and I'll send you an email later today."
Calvin had stood to start getting dressed, and Julie walked over to embrace him. She tilted her head up slightly, and his tongue slid gently into her mouth. "I told you a long time ago that we didn't have to limit ourselves to Thursdays." While they were kissing, Calvin's cock started to rise between Julie's legs, taking the bottom hem of her dress up with it. "Dear God, doesn't that thing ever get tired?" she teased.
"Not when you're around" he answered.
After Julie left, Calvin sat thinking about how his relationship with her had changed through the years. They had first met about five years ago, and Calvin, like most men, had been struck by her physical beauty. But he quickly learned there were brains behind that striking exterior. She was sharp, and logical, and incredibly strategic in her thinking. Julie was always several steps down the road; she was hard to keep up with. Maybe that shouldn't be too surprising; she was a math professor.
After their relationship turned sexual, and Calvin got to know Julie more intimately, he discovered that she was also a little bit freaky. She had a large sexual appetite, and a wild side that he never would have guessed at before. And yet, paradoxically, he also found her to be somewhat naive. He thought that, despite her sexual experience, she hadn't really fully explored that wild side. Calvin wanted to see if he could help her do that.
He knew of a restaurant that had a reputation of specializing in interracial clientele. Black men brought their white dates there for discrete evenings. He'd been there once, as part of a group, but he'd heard friends talking about the place for years. Most nights, aside from the clientele, it was a normal restaurant. But one night a month, they opened for a private "club night". From what he had heard, things could get pretty raunchy on those nights.
Calvin wouldn't have considered just taking her there on "club night" without explaining what that was first. But he had an idea: they could go on a regular night, and see how she liked the place. If things went well, he could bring "club night" up.
He sent an email late that afternoon: "I'm free any night next week. Does Monday work for you?" It did, and after several emails back and forth, it was decided that Calvin would pick Julie up at her office at 5:30. She asked where he was taking her, but she didn't recognize the name of the place. She figured it must be an African-American restaurant, and so didn't get the same attention as the more 'mainstream' establishments in town.
Since finalizing her dinner plans, Julie was in a quandary. Meeting people for dinner wasn't unusual, and Jonathan wouldn't question her. But if he really did have suspicions about the other night, she didn't know if telling him she was meeting Calvin was a good idea.
Julie's training in mathematics meant that she was good at compartmentalizing; she could take her affairs and lock them away in a box. But the truth is she was tired of deceiving her husband. In the past, she had been a master of evasive responses; of giving non-answer answers. She rationalized this by telling herself that she did it to spare Jonathan, but she knew that was crap. She had decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. She was going to tell him the truth about her behavior, and trust that he, and they, could deal with it. She loved Jonathan, and couldn't imagine her life without him. But she couldn't imagine her life without her other lovers, either.