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Once again edited by azure_skies -- any errors left are the result of the author's own clumsy attempts at re-writing certain bits
Portrait of a Modern Marriage
Chapter 6
Our New Life Begins
Over the next couple of weeks we repeatedly talked about our proposed
'open'
marriage and how things would work. We had decided on just a few rules, strangely discussing them as though we were planning a day out with the kids rather than planning our intentional and agreeable adultery. There were just three basic rules really; that there would be no more secrets- we would inform the other before, if it was planned, or as soon as possible after the event if it was spontaneous; we would always use condoms (unless Claire found herself another virgin <smile>); the other rule was that there would be no repeat meetings with a lover without express permission of the other spouse. Other than that we were each allowed to pretty much do as we pleased, always taking care of course not to endanger either ourselves or our family life. I mentioned Claire starting to take birth-control pills - (I had had a vasectomy after our second child was born) and was quickly and defiantly informed that she had already started a course immediately after she had decided to get her revenge on me and that that was why it had taken so long for her to get around to fucking George, - she had to wait two weeks for the pills to take effect. Suitably chastened, I decided not to pursue the subject and kept my slightly miffed, jealous thoughts to myself.
Me meeting other women wasn't going to be a problem, I met many women through work and there was always plenty of opportunity for extra-marital sex now that I was amenable to it. In fact, I was the first of us to take advantage of our new arrangement when I was showing an attractive middle-aged divorcee around a property. She had flirted with me outrageously when we had met on previous occasions but this time, with my new-found freedom, I was able to take advantage of the situation and vigorously fucked her from behind as she held her skirt up around her waist whilst looking out over a spectacular view of the Pennine hills, and yes, she did buy the property.
Claire had been highly amused when I told her of my
'quickie'
with a client, calling me a
'cheap whore'
and jokingly accusing me of using my body to close a deal. Incidentally, she and I had a particularly torrid fuck session that night too. We were both excited over my initial foray into our new open lifestyle and fucked each other to a standstill before sinking into a deep, contented sleep.
Claire meeting other men would be a problem however. She didn't come into contact with many other men when out and about during the day and I certainly didn't want her trailing round bars at night looking for stray cock. She didn't really want to continue fucking young George, that would become an
'affair'
and neither of us wanted that to happen.
She did actually fuck him again on a Saturday night a couple of weeks after my initial sex at work, however this was after her and her
'sister'
Lizzie had arranged between them for me to fuck my wife's fuck-buddy's mother; they felt it only right that Claire shagging her young beau would serve the dual purpose of getting George out his mother's way whilst I fucked her and also getting my wife laid too.
Of course, George and I had no prior knowledge of the two scheming women's arrangement. I was asked to go round to Lizzie's house as she had a problem only a man could solve whilst George was told he would be needed at our house to babysit. What I found when I arrived at my wife's co-conspirator's house was the door opened by a brazenly naked hussy who, after initially giving me a tongue-mashing kiss, silently sashayed into her lounge and bent over the sofa with her legs spread, first giving me a written note from my wife that invited me to make use of her friend's facilities; telling me to have fun and not to get back home before 11pm. - I should imagine the young man found something similar at my house when he arrived there too.
I certainly made use of the sexy body laid out in front of me like that. I fucked her in that position for several minutes before she begged me to turn her around so she could suck me for a while, explaining it had been quite a while since she had had a cock and she really would like to suck one to completion and get back the
'taste'
. After cumming in her mouth and her swallowing every drop, we adjourned to her bedroom where she proceeded to attack my body with the need of a frustrated nymphomaniac, frequently switching positions amid much screaming and begging to be fucked harder from the lady and grunting and sexual moaning from me. She had several orgasms whilst my cock or tongue was deep in her sopping cunt before, as a temporary finale, I pushed into her tight anus and fucked that neglected little hole vigorously enough for her to scream in a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure and me to spurt my hot cum deep into her bowels, filling the strained condom to the maximum.
* * * * * *
I can't say I had really
known
Lizzie up until that night. I only knew her as a friend of my wife and, although I liked what I did know, I wasn't aware of her life-story as she had asked my wife not to tell anyone of what had been discussed between the two of them. As we lay there after our initial frenzied sexual burst, idly caressing each other's genitals and occasionally sharing an intimate kiss, my latest partner in my adultery gradually started to feel more comfortable with me (I guess the afterglow of great sex does that to a couple) and she began telling me what had brought her to that stage of her life.
She was at that time 38 years old and had been divorced for over 10 years. She had been pregnant with George when she had married, reluctantly leaving college in order to have the baby and marry the father. Consequently, because of her interrupted academic career, she had felt a certain amount of resentment towards her husband; the relationship obviously suffering because of this although she said she had loved the man dearly. He, however, felt differently towards her and when the marriage was just six years old had impassively told her one night that he didn't love her, possibly never had, and was off to find someone he really did love.
This was a desperate blow to her womanly personal esteem. Not only had her husband, the father of her child, left her, he had torn her heart out by saying there wasn't even anyone else involved and told her he wasn't sure if he had ever loved her in the first place. As she pointed out to me, at the time that was even worse than if he had told her he had fallen in love with someone else and wanted to be with her instead. At least then she would have had someone to blame, as it was, she could only worry and obsess about what it was about her that had forced him away, what she lacked that prevented him from loving the mother of his son. Luckily her parents were still around and well enough off to help her out. Together with the substantial alimony and child support her ex-husband agreed to pay, her parents were able to give her enough money to buy her current house and support her and her son for a while and, with the aid of a job she managed to get as a part-time manageress of an upmarket wine-bar just a few minutes from our homes, her and her son were able to live quite adequately as he was growing up...
George was something of a young computer genius it would appear. He had received a full scholarship to attend Glasgow University to study computer sciences and would be starting that September. Lizzie giggled mischievously as she went on to tell me how glad she was that my wife had
'fucked her son's brains out'
and how much more relaxed and confident he seemed to be over the last couple of weeks and how she really couldn't thank Claire enough. I must admit to feeling a large pang of jealousy at her joking reference to my wife's adultery with her son, although I did find her remarks quite funny too.
We had been lying there about an hour when we heard the tinkle of her mobile phone text alert going off. Giggling away to herself, Lizzie told me she had an idea what that was and told me to just hang on while she read it. Her slightly overweight but still magnificent arse wobbled delightfully as she ran to retrieve her phone from the dresser. Turning to face me and exposing her swollen vagina to my interested gaze, she laughed loudly as she read the incoming text.
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