Jonathan Brown woke up Wednesday morning in an empty bed. His wife, Julie Murphy, usually woke first. They had been having an interesting conversation for the past two nights, one Jonathan had wanted to have with her for several years. He had long thought she'd been having affairs, and had tried telling her that he was okay with that, as long as she was honest with him about what she was doing.
Julie had initially maintained her innocence, not fully trusting that any husband could be okay with his wife fucking around. But he had been right about her behavior. Things had finally come to a head Monday night, when she came home freshly fucked, and Jonathan confronted her. She confessed everything, including the fact that she had been fucking a friend of hers each Thursday for the past seven months.
Jonathan reassured her that, not only was he okay with what she was doing, but he was turned on by it. They had continued the conversation on Tuesday night, and had both gotten so worked up that they ended the night with a very energetic fuck. Just before he had fallen asleep, Julie had started to tell him about the evening she'd spent with her friend, Calvin Johnson, that had started this whole revelation. Jonathan wanted to hear the story.
He found her in the kitchen, having a cup of coffee while looking at her laptop.
"Hey baby!" she said as he shuffled into the kitchen.
"G'morning sweetie" he mumbled. "Whatcha doin?"
"Some research. I'm reading up on 'hotwives' and the husband's who love them. Or encourage them!"
"So what do you think?"
"I've been reduced to one-handed scrolling here, since my other hand has been buried in my pussy. It's only 7:00 in the morning, and I've already cum twice! Did you know about this?"
"Only after I started doing my own research. I thought it was pretty hot, too" he said.
"And you really think we could do this?"
"Yeah, I do. I've never felt particularly bound by the societal idea of 'normal'. I told you before, I think what's normal sexual behavior for a couple is up to them to decide. I don't see how you could doubt, at this point, that I love hearing about your adventures!"
"So you want me to keep having them?"
"As long and as often as you want to. And I don't want you to think you need to get permission from me, for anything. If you do something that I'm not comfortable with, we can talk about afterward, and come to an agreement. But I promise, you'll get no judgment from me."
"What about tomorrow?" Julie asked.
Jonathan smiled. "I think I'd better check up under my slutty wife's shirt dress tomorrow morning to make sure she didn't accidentally put on any panties!" He poured himself a cup of coffee, then continued. "Last night, you started telling me about a restaurant that Calvin took you to...?"
"Oh yeah. It was a place I'd never heard of...downtown, in a really industrial area. Something seemed odd, but it took me a minute to figure out what it was. And then I saw it: all the couples eating there were black men with white women! Calvin said it specializes in serving that clientele. But then he told me something else. Once a month, the restaurant closes, and it opens as a private club. Apparently, things get raunchy on club night!"
"Like what?"
"People fucking in the restaurant; swapping; gangbangs! Like a swinger's club, I guess"
"And he wanted to take you?"
"He said I should think about it. Some people go and just watch, and we could do that. But he also said that he thought I had a wild streak that I hadn't fully explored, and he wanted to help me do that."
"What do you think about that?"
"I think he might be on to something" Julie said. "Reading about the Hotwife life style was really eye opening! Actually, it opened my pussy too! I think that might be exactly who we are, Jonathan! And we didn't even know it."
"Have you already made plans to go?"
"No, he was going to find out the date of the next time. Do you think I should?"
"I don't think a Hotwife would ask her husband that question."
Julie couldn't suppress a light moan. "Oh my God, this is so hot! Well, anyway, after we finished dinner Monday night, he was driving me back to the garage. But he turned down a little side street a few blocks away, and took me to this park that has this beautiful view of the city..."
"Overlook Park."
"You know it too? Am I the only person who didn't know about that park?" She seemed flustered, and was breathing rapidly. "So, we were standing there, taking in the view, and he had planted the seed about the sex club, so I was already a little horny. Next thing I know, he had me bent over the trunk of his car, sliding that big cock of his into my pussy...I was so wet, he got the whole thing in with one stroke."
"I'd been thinking about fucking at the club, in public, and then there we were, fucking in a park! Anybody could have seen us! It was so decadent; so erotic! I bet I didn't last two minutes before I exploded, and Calvin was right behind me. It was one of the quickest fucks we ever had."
Jonathan kissed his wife. "I'm looking forward to hearing about your Thursday. And I'm really looking forward to hearing about your visit to the sex club!"
The next day, Julie arrived a few minutes early for her weekly meeting with Calvin. As always, she was greeted by Melissa Dunn, Calvin's administrative assistant.
"Dr. Murphy, so nice to see you again! Can I get you something to drink?"
"No thank you, Melissa. And it's good to see you too!"
"Mr. Johnson called; he had a meeting that ran long, and he's going to be a little late. He asked me look after you until he gets here."
"Maybe I will take some water then, if it's not too much trouble" Julie said.
"Not at all! I'll be right back."
Melissa walked down the hall to the break room to get a bottle of water. Julie had always gotten an odd vibe from Melissa. She was friendly enough, but there was something a little off. She was a mousy woman, short, with nondescript brown hair that she always pulled back. She appeared to be on her mid-40's, dressed in two-piece business suits, and wore glasses that seemed too big for her face. All in all, she projected kind of a nerdy librarian look.
"Here's your water, Dr. Murphy. Please have a seat; I'm sure he won't be much longer." Julie sat down on the sofa across from Melissa's desk. Melissa worked on her computer for a while, but then turned to address Julie.
"I feel I owe you an apology, Dr. Murphy."
"First, I don't even make my students call me Dr. Murphy. Please, it's just Julie. And second, what in the world would you need to apologize for?"
Melissa blushed. "I walked in on you and Mr. Johnson at a rather private moment. I'm really terribly sorry." The first time Julie and Calvin had fucked, Melissa came in to remind Calvin of an appointment, and caught them in the act. Melissa had given Julie a strange look, and Julie had been overcome by a feeling that Calvin and Melissa were also lovers. She had been meaning to ask Calvin about it.
"It's okay; I had kind of forgotten about that" Julie said. "Melissa, can I ask you something?"
"Of course, Dr...um, Julie."
Julie got up and moved to the chair next to Melissa's desk, so they could talk more quietly. "How long have you worked for Calvin?"
"Almost ten years now."
"How long have you and Calvin been lovers?"
"I..." Melissa looked down at her hands, folded in her lap. "How did you know?"
"I wasn't sure, but I got a strong feeling from the look you gave me that day you walked in on us."
"Julie, I'm married..."
"I am too! Your secret is safe with me."
"No, I'm not worried about that. I'm just trying to explain. My husband is much older than I am, and he's lost all interest in sex. As I've gotten older, my sex drive has actually grown stronger. So I can get very, um, frustrated, shall we say."
"Mr. Johnson and I attended a company retreat in Gulf Shores several years ago. We went to the hotel bar after the first day's meetings, and I had a glass of wine. I don't drink a lot, so it doesn't take much to loosen my tongue. I told him about my situation, and he offered to, uh..., help."
"I didn't know what to say; I had never done anything like that. Why, I'd never even thought of anything like that. He said that it wouldn't affect our work relationship; it would just be two colleagues, helping each other out. I told him I would need to think about it, but initially that was just an excuse. I couldn't imagine doing such a thing!"
"But he had planted a seed. I genuinely like Mr. Johnson; he's a wonderful boss, and a very nice man. It wasn't long before his offer was just about all I could think about. One day, in a moment of weakness, I downloaded a picture of a naked black man on my computer. I was stunned! His, thing, was huge!"
"You mean his cock?" asked Julie.