Another little loving wives story, with little or no actual sex, so if that's what you want, please look elsewhere.
I do know a few Silks, barristers, and several solicitors (lawyers of one sort or another to those in the US), but this story is absolutely not based on any of them.
You'll enjoy the story more if you don't try to take it too seriously.
(Should I repeat that?)
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I had a smile on my face ---- A big one!
Not surprising really as I was sat there looking at my beautiful young wife Wendy. Twenty-seven years of lovely womanhood, average height, slim, but with jutting breasts that couldn't easily be hidden.
Quite recently they hadn't been of course, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
No doubt about it she was gorgeous.
So why would I be smiling, when she was crying, you may ask?
Well I'll tell you. I was smiling, 'because' she was crying, and I'll be happy to explain to you all exactly why.
Listen carefully.
It all started less than six months ago or at least that's when I first felt the wind of change. Wendy and I were living in North London, where I worked for a local firm of solicitors, having been recently made a partner.
Ashley Birks and Scrummings.
Old man Scrummings was on the point of retiring and Ashley and Birks were long gone. There were three other partners, and they like me were just waiting for Scrummings to go, so that we could move into the Twentieth Century. How long further it would then take to move up to the Twenty-First was anybody's guess.
Yes our firm were, to say the least, a traditional old-fashioned outfit.
Wendy and I were very happy together, with a nice house, two new cars, a Jaguar and a Porsche and membership of the local country club.
Sex was good. No --- it was very good, and after seven years of marriage appeared to me to be reasonably frequent.
So nothing wrong there was there?
Wrong! --- Though I didn't know it till one Thursday night.
"Derek," Wendy said to me as we were finishing the last dregs of wine. "Do you ever feel we need a bit more variation?"
"Why?" I answered right back, holding up the empty bottle. "I thought you liked this Cote de Rhone as much as I do."
It was one of our favourite wines, but boy, did I misunderstand what she was on about.
"I'm talking about sex not wine you bloody fool," she giggled at me.
Now that really was about the last thing that I expected.
"What's wrong with our sex life?" I managed to ask, after my initial shock had died down.
"Oh I don't Know Derek," she replied wistfully. "Sometimes --- well sometimes I just wonder."
Having got me that far, she refused to speak about it any further that night, and left me wondering what type of sex she wanted us to explore. What position hadn't we yet tried?
Actually it sounded quite promising to me at the time.
Two nights later she was at it again. But this time we were in bed, and she had hold of my cock, the crafty cow. Well you know how difficult it is to concentrate in those circumstances.
"Have you ever thought about making love to another woman?" Wendy dreamily demanded, giving my little man an extra squeeze.
"Yes."
That was all I said, and of course it was true, but the real reason for my brevity was not wishing to put her off from what she was doing to my wots-it.
"Anyone in particular?"
Oh God woman, shut up and get on with it. That's what I thought, but of course that's not what I said to her.
"Your friend Gail --- Mick's wife --- Halle Berry. I could have gone on. But I didn't mean it of course.
Well .... Maybe I did mean it and maybe I didn't, but we were only joking weren't we?
"What about if you really could," she carried on. "Not Halle Berry of course, and Gail is a real tight nut. But what if you could?"
I suddenly came to my senses a bit. What was my wife angling at?
"You mean Mick's wife?" I asked incredulously. Now there was a thought. Christ, what a thought, and if you'd seen Mick's wife then you would know what I mean. Mick's wife was sex in high heels, and had the most fantastic pair of long slim legs you could ever imagine. She made the most of them as well, wearing skirts so short that they left little to the imagination.
And her boobs? Well ---- less said about more, the better.
This was getting very interesting.
"No silly," Wendy laughed back at me, spoiling my fantasy. "I don't mean anyone in particular. Just if the possibility opened up."
Bloody hell!
What was my lovely, hitherto sweet little wife getting at?
Did she fancy a threesome or something?
Me, her and who knows what other gorgeous creature.
Bloody hell!
Pity about Mick's wife, but let's ride with the flow.
"Anybody in mind then?" I asked as casually as I could, desperately trying to erase Mick's wife's legs from my imagination.
"Not really," she came back. "Maybe a couple we could swap with or something."
I was so taken up with my dreams that I hardly noticed what she had said. Besides, what Wendy was doing to my private parts by then quite threw me.
Before I knew it Wendy had rolled on top of me and started to slide her hot wet slit slowly up and down against my prick.
It felt great!
Like --- better than just great!
I lay there happily leaving her to it, and a few moments later I found my erection sliding easily inside her.
That first penetration always felt so fantastic!
Well, it always does, doesn't it?
Nothing more was mentioned that night as we screwed the night away. In fact, I don't think we talked about anything.
A good three evenings later, we were sat watching the telly. East Enders --- She liked it, but I wasn't so sure. I wasn't really concentrating to tell you the truth.
"Have you thought about it?" she asked out of the blue.
"I think Ricky will get the girl," I responded, trying to remember what was happening on the screen in front of us.
"No silly," she giggled. "Not this program. About sharing. Us and another couple. What do you call it?"
"You mean swinging?" I replied, astonished at the turn our conversation had suddenly taken.
"Oh, so you have been thinking about it then Derek!"
Dammit! How in damnation did I fall for that one?
"Well if you really want to," she said quite seriously. "I might think about it. I might, but I'm not too sure."
Hang on!
Just hang on a minute. Who was leading who, here?
"Where did you get these ideas from Wendy?" I queried.
"Wasn't me that started it," she claimed. "I'm not saying I'm not intrigued by the idea, but ... well .... I don't really know."
At that point, I really, honestly, wished that I hadn't had so much to drink earlier on. I really shouldn't have finished that second bottle. Where the hell was this going and did I want to go there?
"There's one of my clients from work who's into swinging."
Damn it to hell --- was this really my wife speaking?
Stop it! Shut up! Close the subject!
But fool that I am, what did I actually say?
"Who's that then Wendy?"
Bloody stupid, and in any case, what I really meant of course, was what was his wife like.
No I didn't! I didn't mean that.
Bugger it --- Yes I did.
I felt ashamed.
Wendy saw through me and guessed what I was thinking.
"His wife is very pretty I think," Wendy went on fairly casually. "But I wasn't thinking of them --- but --- well --- maybe, I don't really know."
I got my brain in gear!
NO!
I thought about it for a few seconds more.
"No Wendy," I said firmly. "Fantasise about it all you want, but I really don't think we should go down that path!"
"That's all I was doing honey, just fantasizing."
Dammit --- I knew from experience, that every time she called me honey, then she was up to something.
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One thing led to another!
I haven't explained that though I was a solicitor, my wife was a barrister-at-law, and as such spent her life in court twisting people round to her way of thinking. She had a very analytical brain and was very good at her job, and usually got the better of me in an argument. Where Wendy wasn't so good was long term planning or strategy, and if it wasn't for me, then we'd probably never book a summer holiday.
No -- My wife lived for the here and now, and had always been that way. When we'd first met nearly nine years ago, Wendy had been a bit of a girl, with a reputation to match. Not that she went with just anyone, but when she set her sights on some unsuspecting chap, then he was more or less doomed, yes doomed to end up in her bed whether he'd planned to or not.
Believe you me; I can vouch for it, and for the fact that it was no awful fate to suffer. However I never actually took part in any of the multiple partner sex sessions that Wendy had been known to take part in, and that was one thing in her past that I preferred not to dwell on too much.
I knew she'd done them but I didn't want to know how many, and in any case that was all in her past, before we'd even met.
I sometimes wondered if it was pure coincidence that I was her main boyfriend when she finished university, because it was then that she changed completely.
Maybe she suddenly grew up, or perhaps she realised that the career she had chosen, simply wouldn't accept such rash behaviour.
Either way, I benefited, she settled down, and become the perfect, faithful wife, never once giving me any reason to doubt her.
Didn't mean that I never thought about it though.
