Amanda was lying on her front. She was naked and her legs were wide open. Her husband was lying on her back with his cock buried deep in her cunt. He was fucking her. He had been fucking her for some time. That was something they both enjoyed, long languid fucks that sometimes lasted an hour or more. During that time she would cum several times, but he would climax just the once. Kevin was now a strictly once a night man, but then he was forty-five. He more than made up for that, though with the very long time he lasted.
He pushed hard, positioning his cock as far into his wife as he could and then held it there, rigid and still. As he did that he reached round her curvy body and with his right hand found one of her full, luscious tits; he squeezed that and pinched her erect nipple. The other hand slid down the front of her body to find her clit. He found it quite easily, but then he should know where it was, he'd been using it for nearly twenty years. She lifted up a little, grunted and jerked her torso putting a lovely pressure on his cock.
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They had married when Amanda was quite young in her early twenties. She wasn't very experienced either, with men or sex, but Kevin was. He was ten years older than her and was very experienced indeed. When they met he had just been divorced and was on one of those 'fuck everything I can binges.' And that included a young copywriter the ad agency had assigned to his account. He owned an oilfield supply company that required technical advertising. Amanda committed the ad industry's cardinal sin; she fucked the client and to top it all their first time was with her bent over her desk and Kevin shagging her from behind.
Much to the regret of her parents she moved in with him in his Chelsea Harbour apartment less than three months later and then married him within the year.
That was some fifteen years ago. During that time they had a baby daughter and twice Amanda had caught him cheating, leaving him for a few days on the second occasion.
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"I want to see you being fucked," he grunted, returning to a theme they had discussed several times during and just after sex.
"Why?" She always asked.
"I want to see how you react to having it with another guy."
"Oh God that's so good," she groaned slightly lifting her stomach from the bed, knowing that would divert him from asking more questions.
She felt him grab her hips and arch his back, lifting his chest from her. That gave him more leverage and he was able to push harder into her. She pulled her knees up a little and raised her bum. He surged in and out of her several times making her grunt and moan with the lovely feelings it gave her.
"Wouldn't you like this from another bloke. Another bloke fucking you, another bloke's cock up your hot, wet cunt as I looked on?"
****
Amanda usually managed to avoid fully answering Kevin's questions. It wasn't that they annoyed or revolted her, for they actually intrigued and, in many ways, excited her. It was that she didn't want to confront the situation with him in the cold light of post orgasmic sex. She didn't want to discuss it, didn't want to find out more or hear precisely what he meant. She didn't want to address the idea herself for, deep down she knew that if 'push came to shove' her answer would be yes. The idea of being fucked as Kevin watched, turned her on.
They had moved home a few times since Amanda had moved into Chelsea Harbour with him and now lived in rambling, mock Tudor mini mansion in Chigwell an upscale suburb of London to the east, just in Essex. Amanda was sitting in the first floor study where she worked on her freelance copywriting. They didn't need the money, but she loved working and it gave her something to do other than her main job of raising their wonderful daughter Sara. It also helped stave off the boredom when Kevin was away travelling, as he was now, around the oil fields of the world and still fucking anything he could get his hands on, or in come to that.
She had been to the gym earlier and having forgotten the urgent copy she didn't change when she got home, but settled down and started working. She hadn't yet showered, but she had let her long, shoulder-length chestnut coloured hair down from the 'bun' in which she wore it at the gym. It tumbled onto her shoulders in a cascade of an even more wavy mess than her gay hairdresser created each week or so at fifty pounds a pop.
At times, she amazed herself when for instance she was supposed to be reading a book, but was actually miles away thinking of something entirely divorced from the project in hand. She had a creative yet very flittering mind. Today was no exception. The only difference being that what was in hand was not the project, but her rounded breast. The full boob, which she had eased out of the black sports bra she wore under the white singlet. It wasn't the extremes of copywriting that was going through her mind, it was the thought of being fucked by another man, albeit a faceless one, as Kevin looked on. It was not the problems confronting the advertising message that filled her mind, but having a stranger's cock up her cunt. It was not completing the copy that concerned her; it was completing her masturbation that was her objective. All thoughts of some clever sentence construction were pushed to one side in just the same way that her singlet was so that she had full access to both her breasts. She had yanked them out from the big, tight sports bra. Her hands no longer held the brief and her fingers no longer fluttered across the keys of her new laptop. Instead her hands slid her tight, black lycra cropped trousers down her thighs and her fingers found the folds of her wet, ready and so demanding cunt.
It didn't take her long to make herself cum; it rarely seemed to these days.
Since Kevin had once more raised the subject of watching her with someone else Amanda had been confused. She was sure that she loved her husband. Life without him seemed unimaginable and was the reason she had forgiven him the two times she had caught him being unfaithful. Deep down she knew he had played away from home far more often than that and she suspected that he was looking for sex whenever he was away on business. She didn't dare, though, raise it in fear that he would leave her. He had threatened that several times and the thought of being a single mum scared her. It was the fear of losing him that had made her promise to think about going with another guy so Kevin could watch. It was that plus the excitement it gave her that was making her life so confusing these days.
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Kevin knew that he was going through a mid-life crises. But then he had been doing that for years as had most of his mates, golf partners and business colleagues, but then men do don't they. Whilst on the surface he was fairlyy conventional, scratch through it and Kevin's 'other' self emerged. Sexually, he was up for most anything and his Platinum Amex and extraordinarily generous expense account paid from a subsidiary in the Cayman Islands, enabled him to have most of what he wanted.
Obviously when entertaining high rolling, upscale oil industry clients he had to participate so he had the chance to experience most things. Orgies with several girls and guys, threesomes, both mmf and ffm and the usual services supplied by upmarket hostessing agencies all came his way. He had the occasional one-night stand, had had several affairs and numerous short flings.
In his way, he still loved his wife. But it was not the exclusive love that really good marriages are supposed to be about, he just could not intellectually, emotionally or physically come to terms with the concept or reality of monogamy. He thought, in her way, that Amanda understood that, though they never really discussed it. He was also pretty sure that she'd had flings and maybe affairs. That didn't bother him, he believed in the goose and gander principle. In fact it excited him to think of that. But why? Just what was the attraction now of watching her get fucked by another guy? He hadn't the foggiest idea, but as his hand moved faster on his hardened cock as he stood in the loo in the first class cabin of the BA flight from New York to London, he could see Amanda being fucked as he looked on.
Amanda hadn't been totally faithful, but in her mind what she had done was have revenge fucks. She had been with a few guys, one lasting six months with the man who she felt probably was the love of her life. The others were short flings that she had 'coincidentally' got into after she had found Kevin being unfaithful or had suspected he was at the time.
****
"So will you think about it?" Kevin asked Amanda as she lay in his arms in the large bed on the thirtieth floor of the Pierre Hotel in New York.
"Oh Kevin it's silly."
"It's not silly Amanda. It's a fantasy. Yes it might be unusual and it might be something that your friends at the fucking golf club wouldn't like, but I bet your many fancy friends in advertising would like the idea.
Amanda knew he was right. Many couples she knew and even more she had heard about needed little diversions as the tedium of fucking the same person for twenty years or so hit home. Affairs, swinging, orgies, threesomes, both two females and a man and two men and a girl, photographing one another, exhibitionism even trying S & M and other slightly deviant practices had all been mentioned one way or the other. And several times she had heard of girls whose husbands' had asked for precisely what Kevin was proposing.
It had taken her a long time to come to terms with the fact that deep down she was game for it. She'd had other men and, occasionally when Kevin was away, she was tempted to add to her list, but she knew it would all be just too complicated. The lying, the excuses, the making sure his aftershave hadn't lingered on her, the meeting him, whoever 'him' was, in places where they wouldn't meet anyone she might know. And all the other considerations of an affair, which were bad enough with a single guy, but got multiplied many times if he was married. So she didn't take up the opportunities offered to her at the gym, the tennis and golf clubs and the ad agencies she visited to be briefed on projects..
But she did want other men. No, that wasn't quite true, other men was all too messy. It was the difference she wanted. And wanted was even really true for it was thoughts than actions that she needed. It was something different to Kevin she thought about; the alternate ways of doing things, the different feels on her hands and body and inside her. That's what she thought about and often imagined as the difference to her husband was her hands and fingers as she brought herself off, usually when he was away. When he was home there was no need for that for they had sex most nights. Now though it was dawning on her his proposal could enable her to do that without all the lying, cheating, guilt trips and sheer messiness that the other option, an affair would necessitate.
But she didn't want to appear too eager. She didn't want Kevin holding that over her in years to come, maybe when one of his exceedingly clever and even more ruthless lawyers he retained was negotiating their divorce. So she had held out. Kevin had taken it to be sexual naivety on her part and that was how she wanted him to feel. She thought that was rather clever of her.
"Would it really, really please you if I did?" Amanda asked starting to lick her way down her husband's body.
****
They had reached an agreement far easier than either would have thought possible. But then letting your husband cum in your mouth and a bloody great diamond from Van Cleefe, tends to 'oil the wheels' of negotiations.
Back in the UK, Kevin was now confronted with the problem of finding a guy for the job. On the face of it, maybe not too difficult, but for a player who was paranoid about his reputation, it was quite a challenge. He knew several guys who would have willingly fucked his wife, but they all knew too much about him and he didn't need Amanda knowing about his philandering. He considered using the Internet to find a 'male escort' and indeed checked out a few sites. There was always that nagging worry, though, that somehow, maybe by his credit card, which they all insisted upon, he would be blackmailed. At the very least he knew he would be continually bombarded with porn spam. He thought about asking a colleague from work; after all they all needed the same level of discretion as he. There were several he knew who really fancied Amanda including one he suspected who may have got further with her than just fancying. He decided against it, though, on the basis that whoever he chose may one day end up working for him and that would give them leverage on him. He thought about guys at the golf club, many of whom he'd known for over twenty five years, but that was a little too close to home. The solution, in the end, was fortuitous and presented itself to him.
