Three-Hole Wife Pt. 04
Hot wife finally taken in hotel in all three holes.
NOTE: All of my stories are FICTION. Some characters are based on real persons and places. Names have been changed to protect privacy.
These FICTIONAL characters evolve as they traverse the rabbit-hole of swinging and dealing with an open marriage. The first four stories are part of a long series. I pen this for my own enjoyment, and obviously take poetic license. If you critique every little sexual position, just move on. If you are egocentric and cannot understand there is no such thing as normal in life, move on. Every author has his or her own style, and if my style does not meet your liking, move on. You are reading erotic literature and consider this before you critique the author and characters of this fictional story. Human nature is full of the good, the bad, and the ugly.
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I got home from being away at work mid-morning on Monday. I wasn't sure how Jeanne would proceed. She had undoubtedly talked to Rick after our "Come to Jesus" call Saturday and Sunday morning. She had over two days to think about what she wanted to do.
I spent the day remembering an article I read about affairs, and that the cheating spouse was lured away by the allure of being wanted or desired. Another part of the allure was the taboo nature of an extra-marital affair. The affair was akin to a new relationship, where one is in a honeymoon phase of new sex, and becomes addicted to it, forgetting the relationship they built up in their marriage. Many marriages are then torn apart before the honeymoon phase of the affair ended, and the cheating spouse realized the affair was based on sex alone. I think Jeanne was in this phase. After all I had a hand in not insisting she break things off with Rick, because of my fantasy of thinking and watching her with another man. The other benefit would be my being able to have other woman in an open marriage. I was never sure what desire drove me more, the gratification of her with another, or me having other women?
Jeanne called on her way home from work. She sounded better, but still stressed. For once when she arrived home, she didn't make a beeline for the shower. I chuckled to myself, and thought, "Was that because Rick was off today?" Jeanne came right to me, and kissed and hugged me, saying, "I missed you."
I replied "I missed you too Jeanne." I had dinner ready, and we talked through dinner. I talked to Jeanne about my concerns over her affair with Rick, and the allure of being wanted and desired, along with the honeymoon phase of sex in a new relationship. She admitted the truth of this all, and that her relationship with Rick was solely based on sex. She realized we had years of a relationship and sex. She also said she thought of these things over the weekend, when struggling with the thoughts of me with another woman, but realized it was only fair to me. Her and I both admitted our sex lives greatly improved at home, with the recent antics. She tried to pry out of me if anything happened with another woman at work, and I gently reminded her that I would let her know, when I thought the time was right. She understood. I figured the not knowing was payback enough for now, and didn't bring it up anymore. I also figured her not talking about it anymore, was easier for her to deal with, until I told her that it had happened, and then give the details.
It came time for the "$64,000 question." What had Jeanne decided? Jeanne and I both agreed that we both enjoyed a steamier sex life with each other, since I found out about her and Rick. She figured she could accept the open marriage, and learn to enjoy the benefits of it, while dealing with the jealousy part. I admitted that I had, and was, going through the con of the jealousy side of the open marriage arrangement. So we agreed that we would proceed, and keep the weekend plans with Rick.
Jeanne and I talked through the remainder of the evening, about our love for each other, and that if things started to "run off the rails," with the open marriage, we would stop. We did have hot sex before bed, and slept through the night afterwards.
Tuesday morning rolled around, and Jeanne was off to work. I was glad to hear she was not working late at all this week, but knew that may not stop her and Rick from finding the time or a place together. I reminded her we agreed to honesty and openness. In other words, if it happened, I wanted to know about it, especially for any kinky details. I told her to let Rick know I would call him tonight to go over the weekend plans for the hotel. This excited her, and she left with a kiss, and a sexy smile on her face.
Jeanne came home that afternoon at her usual early time. I knew something had happened when she smiled and said "I need to brush my teeth and gargle dear." I knew that at least meant BJ, but where?
I was working on dinner in the kitchen when Jeanne appeared. Jeanne had changed into her evening Victoria Secret PJs when she appeared back in the kitchen. She selected a short sleeve silk pink top over matching silk pink shorts. The best part of the ensemble was no bra.
When my back was turned, she reached around me and grabbed my cock, and started to stroke it hard. She whispered in my ear "I'm horny, and I need you to fuck me now." I turned around, and she pulled down my shorts and started to stroke me hard, and take my cock into her mouth. After she had me rock hard, I pulled her to her feet.
This was not going to be making love; this was going to be pure fucking. I spun her around, and grabbed her tits through her PJ top, and started to maul them. Her nipples were hard, and she started to moan. I rubbed then pinched her nipples.
I left one hand on her breast, then ran the other down to her pussy, slipping it under her PJ shorts. Her pussy was damp, and I rubbed it, then ran fingers up and down her slit, then rubbed her clit. I pulled my hands off her, and pulled her top up and off, and then her shorts off, from behind.
I grabbed her tits from behind, and mauled them as I moaned in her ear "Did sucking Rick off make you horny, and then have to drive home that way?"
Jeanne growled back "Yes... It made me horny. I drove home wanting you to bend me over the countertop and fuck me baby."
I moaned back "Then turn around and grab the countertop, and bend over my little cum slut. I'm gonna pound you with my longer, thicker cock."
Jeanne turned around and faced the countertop. She put her palms flat on it, bent her head down, spread her legs, and offered me her ass, pushing it back at me. She put her hands between her legs, and guided my cock to her wet entrance. She let go, as I pushed my cock head in, and then paused. She tried to push back, and I held her hips. She moaned, "Please don't tease me, I need your cock in me."
I moaned "Is my little cum slut gonna keep any more secrets from me?"
Jeanne moaned "No baby... I'll tell you everything baby. Please fuck me now, I can't take it anymore."