3.
Patrik was at home, anxiously waiting for his wife to return from work. It was approaching six in the evening; usually she got home before he did, around five-thirty or thereabouts. The agency where she worked was quite farther from their home, and as she usually took the car, it cut the distance by half.
He looked in the fridge, took out a beer, inserted a jazz CD in the stereo system and sat back and guzzled his beer and continued to wait. He tapped his hand on the chair's armrest, though not in time to the music he was listening to. He drummed his feet on the floor and glanced at his watch almost every minute, hoping the next would signal his Sofia arriving home.
Impatiently, he drained his beer and switched off the disc player, then went into the little room jutting off the side of the living room which served as his library. His desktop computer sat on a table and having nothing better to do, he booted his system and clicked on one of several home-made porn movies that featured him and Sofia. It helped ease the nerves of his mind while he waited.
There were three self-recorded videos of them making love in their bedroom and living room, and one which had Sofia making love to a man they'd met in Turkey last summer while vacationing there. It was this video he enjoyed watching and his hand pressed down on his erection inside his pants. He was lost in the video when there came the sound of a door coming open and then closing back. Patrik shut down the video immediately and jumped out of his chair as if he'd been goosed. He stuck his head out the door and there was his lovely Sofia. She dropped her handbag on the sofa then came to him, wrapped her arms around his waistline and kissed his lips.
"Hiya, darling," she said.
"You're late," he said.
"I'm sorry. I had lots of paperwork to cover at the agency." She walked past him towards the bedroom. Patrik followed.
"That's not all that's kept you late today," he said, petulantly.
"Aw, darling, you don't trust me anymore?" she enquired over her shoulder as she stepped into the bedroom and began taking off her jacket.
"It's not that. But I want to know all of what happened between you and him."
"All of what happened, darling? And who's the 'he' in this?" she looked at him innocently.
"You know who. Don't tease me, Sofia."
She gave a coquettish laugh, sitting on the bed and crossing one leg over the other. Patrik could bet that she wasn't wearing any panties; the thought of it made his blood boil and his cock nudge its head inside his pants.
"Let's say I don't know whom you're talking about, darling." She flicked her tongue lasciviously at him and smiled. "Exactly what are you going to do about it?"
"I'm going to do this!" He dove at her. Sofia might have been expecting something like this but she was taken aback by the speed at which he came at her.
She uttered a squeal of surprise, mixed with bursts of laughter as he pushed her on the bed and began working her skirt up her thighs. He grunted affirmatively when he found that she didn't have any panties on. He also noticed the pink swelling of her pussy lips, indicating that she'd just been well fucked. He slipped a finger inside her pussy and she gasped as he rolled his finger inside her, noticing how slippery she was.
"I knew it! I just knew you wouldn't have anything on. You fucked him didn't you?" he threw the question at her accusingly.
"And what if I did," she glowered at him playfully. "You knew I was going to fuck him. Why else would I call you at the restaurant's ladies' room, but to tell you about it?"
"Did you let him cum inside you?" He asked anxiously, still fingering her.
"No. I almost wanted him to, but thought it too early. But darling, he's got a lovely cock." She enunciated each word. "Thick, black and ravishing to look at."
Patrik came off the bed and knelt before her with her legs spread before him. He had a yearning look on his face. His cock was struggling to be free from his pants. "Was he thicker than me?"
"I can't say, darling," she teased. "Although he's formidable, even a match to you. Matter of fact, I'd say he fucks better than you!"
That did it for Patrik. He dove his head between his wife's legs, and she yelped with delight as his lips bit down on her pussy. She loved teasing him like this and he, too, enjoyed it. Often he was like a puppy reaching for a bone with her pulling back on the leash. Whenever he left her to her own devices, he went practically crazy with excitement, wondering what she was up to, whom she was with—if she was even with a man—and what she could be doing with him. It is their lifestyle, and it always empowers them to cherish the love they have for one another.
Sofia moaned softly. Her fingers undid the buttons of her blouse and pinched her bra-less nipples. She hiked her skirt up to her waist and rested her legs on his shoulders. Patrik munched on her pussy like he was gobbling up ice cream, her juice lathering his lips. He slid his palms under his wife's ass and held her hips up to his face and went on sucking and lapping her cum. Sofia's sighs alternated between highs and searing octave. "Babe, you lick my pussy so good!" she cried out. "Nobody eats my pussy better than you!"
Her husband paused in his actions and said "I'll bet they can't," then resumed eating up her pussy. He swirled and rotated his tongue around her pink orifice, then flicked the tip on his tongue under her clit. This sent shock waves crashing into Sofia. She beat her head side to side of the bed, gasping as she felt the onrush of the inevitable. Patrik too sensed she was close to cumming and increased his actions. He inserted two fingers into her pussy and finger-fucked her with maddening frenzy. Sofia's breath caught in her throat in scattered bursts and she threw her head back as her body shook with convulsion and she released a shriek that was bound to give their neighbours boners. Patrik never let go from sucking in the sweet, gushing nectar of her pussy as his wife had herself a heart-splitting orgasm. Only when finally her cries dissipated, did he then pull himself away from her. He lay on the bed beside her, listening to her gasping breaths. He swept her blonde hair off from her face. She looked so beautiful as she lay there beside him.
Her eyes inched open and smiled at him. Her hand went to her pussy and she slipped two fingers inside then brought them to her lips and sucked on them.
"Hmmmmm... so delicious," she moaned. Patrik bent his head and sucked on her right breast. "Tell me how he fucked you."
And so she did.
4.
Sofia went to work the following day, just like any other day. Except, this time there was something unnoticeably different about her. None of her colleagues took note of it—to them she was typical Sofia. Only Dennis, who like yesterday, having watched her exit her car and turn around towards the front, knew what was different about her; he could practically smell it on her from behind his office window.
Sometime around ten, he summoned her to his office. She was looking hot and exotic in a denim skirt that came a few inches past her knees, a tank top with a jacket over it. Dennis was sitting on the edge of his desk admiring her in her outfit. Sofia looked like a butterfly coming alive in summer, there was a glimmer in her eyes that was intoxicating to see.
"Good morning, Sir," she said to him after she'd closed his door.
"A lovely morning to you, too, Sofia. You're looking good today," Dennis said to her. "Thanks. You're not looking bad, yourself, Sir."
"I try my best, but you're the diamond in my office, right now. Come closer, let's take a good look at you."
She approached where he sat. He pulled her closer to him until her breasts were touching his chest. His hand slid down her skirt and slipped under it and didn't meet any obstruction.
"Where're your panties?" he asked her.
"My husband fucked me all through the night, so I thought I'd do away with panties today."
"Did you show your husband what I bought you yesterday?"
She nodded. His hands went on groping her body. His voice took on a smooth baritone as he was growing harder just having her here in front of him.
"What did he think of it?"
"He told me to try it on for him. I did, and he fucked me for hours."
"Interesting. Did you mention who bought it for you?"
"I did," she said.
"What did he say? How did he take it?"
"He liked the idea of you fucking me." She said it without mincing her words. Open honesty was something she and Patrik shared and never something they trifled with.
Dennis' hand grasped her ass cheek, felt its soft, buoyant weight in his hand and licked his lips. "I was thinking of a repeat performance today," he said.
"Really?"
He nodded. "Yes, really. First lunch, then we fuck. But first, why don't you be a good girl and return to your desk, lest someone starts talking. I'll wait for you during lunch break."
Dennis gave her ass another squeeze before letting her go. Sofia held her skirt up for him as she headed towards his door, swishing her naked butt side to side for his amusement before dropping it as she exited his office.
The rest of the morning seemed to fly away fast and she was hard at work calculating figures in her computer when several of her friends tapped her shoulder, telling her they were off to lunch and asking if she'd want to join them. Sofia apologised and said she would 'next time'. She waited till the office was empty before picking up her phone and dialling her boss's extension. He picked it up by the second ring.
"Hello, Sofia," he said.
"I'm ready for lunch now, Dennis," she cooed seductively into the mouthpiece. "Good girl. But first, come in here for a minute. I've got another present for you."
Sofia dropped her phone, turned off her computer as she got up and returned to her boss' office. His secretary had left her desk for lunch as well. She rapped on his door, heard a voice inside tell her to come in, and she did. He was seated behind his desk with his jacket open. She came over to his side and stood before him expectantly.
