I sat in my favorite easy chair, watching but not really seeing the program playing on the TV, the sound muted. The better to hear the sounds of lovemaking emanating from the upstairs bedroom. The bedsprings creaked more urgently, the barely audible moans becoming louder and in synch with the rhythm of the bed. A muffled "Oh God," a female voice, came through clearly, as the creaking hit a crescendo. Then all noises settled into silence. Moments later, footfalls across the bedroom floor, heading to the bathroom. Minutes after that, additional movement in the bedroom, followed by Cindy and her friend descending the stairs.
Rick didn't even look at me as he walked to the front door with Cindy, much less say goodbye or anything similar in the way of a parting salutation. A few murmurs and the door closed, as Cindy entered the living room and sat down on the couch across from me. She was likewise quiet. I pretended to watch the TV, even though the sound was still muted. This is the way it usually was. I felt uncomfortable and Cindy felt embarrassed.
I broke the silence. "Sounded like it was pretty good."
"Yeah," she said softly, "it was."
"Towards the end there, sounded like maybe you got off pretty good."
"Yeah, I suppose I did. Wasn't the first one, either. I'd like to do him again, if it's okay with you." Cindy's eyes were fixed on the coffee table, not rising to meet mine.
"Sure, if you'd like. Honey, you know how it excites me when you find someone who does it for you. Whenever you want Rick back, just say the word." Rick worked with me at the law offices. Not really a friend, but someone I got along with. I knew he was recently divorced and not dating on a regular basis, so he immediately came to mind when Cindy had asked me if I knew any guys that would be interested. Tall and good looking, ice blue eyes and sandy hair, I knew Cindy would be wet a minute after meeting Rick.
Rick had been more than a little taken aback when I first broached the subject about him fucking my wife. I delicately explained to him that I had a problem in that area, and wanted to give my wife what she sorely needed and I was incapable of providing. He had seen her pictures on my desk and had complimented me on having such an attractive wife. I described to him what the arrangement would be, with him coming to my house, meeting Cindy, and if they hit it off they would go to the bedroom and have sex. No strings, no real conditions, other than the basic one being that Cindy was my wife and he should never forget that I loved her.
When Rick arrived, he and Cindy were instantly attracted to one another, so it didn't take very long before she suggested aloud that maybe the two of them should go on upstairs and get better acquainted. She had been wearing a dark blue silk kimono, which came down to just above her knees, with the top revealing the space between her breasts. Her dark blonde hair was worn down, cascading across her shoulders. Her feet were bare, her toenails freshly polished a dark pink. Her blue eyes flashed as they always did when she was horny.
I watched them scale the stairs, Cindy leading Rick by the hand, and they disappeared from view. Ten minutes or so later I heard Cindy murmuring softly, like she did when she was being eaten. Not long after that, I heard the bedsprings creaking gently with the slow, deliberate humping associated with early vaginal penetration. It went on for a good ten or fifteen minutes before the tempo quickened. And faster and faster, until....
"The first time," she spoke as though she was continuing her earlier remarks, disregarding the five minutes that had elapsed since she had last talked, "was when he went down on me. Oh, God, that felt so good! I was so wet! He had me sitting on top of him for awhile, which I always enjoy, and that made me cum twice. Then I sucked on him. He was so hard. It wasn't all that big, but it curved up, you know, and he tasted really clean. I almost made him shoot in my mouth, so he moved me onto my back and gave it to me really good. That was probably my biggest cum, just before he came in me. God, I dripped his goo all along the carpet on the way to the bathroom. Sorry, I'll clean it up later."
During her narrative, as was our standard practice, Cindy was kneeling between my legs, massaging and sucking on me, pausing only to speak. I didn't get hard, but the sensation of her fingers and mouth on me was enough to produce an ejaculation. She took it in her mouth, swallowing silently.
And so it had gone for several months. Cindy being fucked by other men while I sat pathetically alone downstairs, listening to her receiving pleasure. Afterwards, she would nurse me along to my own form of pleasure, providing salacious details of her most recent experience. On occasion I had trouble reaching a climax, and she would sense this and bring up details of earlier experiences that she knew turned me on. She knew what to say and how to say it, to bring me off. It wasn't easy, we had to work at it, but it was part of the arrangement.
There had been eleven different men enjoying my wife's assets thus far. Rick was the first that she showed an interest in having an encore with. The man who we selected to be our initial guinea pig was someone Cindy knew from her own job. We had talked about the prospect of inviting another man to satisfy her needs, but it was more than six months before it came to fruition.
