Brendan and Camilla had a fairly open marriage. This had started a few years ago when she found out that he'd been seeing a woman he worked with. At first it was a divorce all the way but as they screamed and shouted at each other about it they both realised that it didn't have to be like that, after all, during their near twenty-five years of marriage, both had strayed and recently Cam had come very near to having sex with another guy from her badminton club. So, they reached an agreement.
It wasn't a completely open marriage, whatever that is, but they agreed that as long as it was just for sex and there was no emotional involvement each could stray as long as they told the other about it at some time. That wasn't like a cuckold arrangement where they both get off from hearing all the grubby details of the other's flings but was more just the strayer advising the other that something had gone on. Ironically, since they had reached the agreement their sex life had markedly improved and neither of them were as inclined to stray as they had been before the agreement. Also, they became more adventurous and creative in their lovemaking. That was to the point where they joined a swinging circle and attended a couple of sessions but it wasn't to their mutual liking as, also very ironically and surprising to both of them they both found the jealousy hard to handle. So they stopped going and dropped the idea. They'd also discussed trying dogging and indeed they had visited a site but hadn't taken part. Brendan would have done but went along with Cam's refusal and wish to leave. The most significant event that had stayed with Brendan from the swinging sessions was seeing his wife with another woman. That wasn't, he regretted, to any significant extent like boobs sucking, oral sex or fingering each other but, as he and the other guy recovered from fucking Cam and the other women, the girls kissed and their hands wandered up and down the other's back, around the lovely curves of their buttocks and briefly fondled the other's boobs. The vision of Cam in another woman's arms with their breasts squashed together had remained etched in his mind and several times since then he'd asked her if she'd go with a woman as he watched but she'd always turned him down. She claimed that what had happened before was out of character, she'd got carried away with the occasion and in any case she'd drunk too much.
It was several months into their new arrangement when Brendan saw Jayne's ad about intimate moments for mature men, showed it to Cam and asked what she thought of it? Although a little taken aback when she realised that he was thinking about replying to an ad that offered sexual intimacy, she went along with it on the basis that there would certainly be no emotional involvement so better a paid woman than a pick up or a work colleague, was her logic when agreeing.
Brendan made an appointment with Jayne, duly went along and had a great time when she gave him a lovely massage that he returned. That ended as they mutually masturbated each other with him, like many of Jayne's other clients cumming on her tits. That evening he told Cam about it and, of course, she questioned him on whether he'd fucked the woman which he denied telling her that the service Jayne offered didn't include that on the first visit, "She only does that on return visits," he told her.
"So will you be making a return visit?" she asked more out of curiosity than jealousy or spite.
"Maybe, what do you think, there's certainly no emotional involvement love?" he told her speaking honestly.
"So what went on at your first visit then?"
He explained that Jayne was very professional and not at all like a hooker which prompted Cam to ask with a grin, "And how would you know what a hooker's like?" as Brendan pulled the zip down on the back of her dress instead of replying.
After they had made love, as that rather than simply screwing was another feature of their new sexual arrangement, he asked again and she said she didn't mind. Cam had reached a stage of thinking about sex where she could divorce that from love and affection. She now had plenty of the latter two from her husband but needed more variety from the former. Although she was by no means a bed jumper or a particularly easy lay, she welcomed the occasional sexual soiree with an interesting guy. Mostly, that only went as far as flirting and the occasional grope but now and then it included some furtive clinches, usually in a car, including her being fingered to an orgasm a few times and less frequently an afternoon in a hotel or a quickie when she was travelling on business.
Brendan wasn't sure whether he'd tell Cam or not but he booked a second appointment with Jayne.
*
I had a fairly strong recall of Brendan so when he phoned to make a second appointment and asked if that would include full sex, I was quite pleased; it's always nicer, I think, having full sex with someone you have met before than with a complete stranger. I remembered him more for his open way and pretty articulate conversation than what we'd done which, I recalled from my records on my laptop, was reverse massage and mutual masturbation with him cumming on my boobs.
During the phone call he made it quite clear that he wanted full sex and, although I prevaricated a little, his persuasive but friendly manner got to me and I agreed that we could do that.
"So how are things with your wife?" I asked as we were sipping our prosecco after he'd arrived dead on time and I'd greeted him in my underwear, black bra and thong, holdups and four-inch heels as he'd requested. My records had reminded me that last time we had chatted at some length about her and why he was visiting me, just as most guys did. It reminded me that he had an open marriage so she knew he'd been to see me the first time, and I wondered if he'd told her about this visit.
"So so, we're in a sort of stand-off at the moment," he told me
"And what's that mean?" I asked trying to get the right balance between indulging him wanting to talk about his sexual issues and not wishing to pry too deeply.
"Well we've agreed on a pretty open marriage and that's going okay."
"Does going with others apply to both of you?"
"Yes."
Pushing things a little, I asked, "So she goes with other guys as well?"
"Yes but not so much full sex."
Smiling I said, "What a bit like us then?"
That made him laugh and he came and sat beside me on the bed and putting his arm around my shoulders he kissed me as he muttered, "Not completely like us Jayne because I'm going to fuck you aren't I?"
As his mouth was covering mine I only managed to mumble that he was before my bra was off and his hand was between my legs rather nicely stroking me through the gusset of the thong. And then we fucked.
It was a rather good fuck actually made all the better as I had not had one for a couple of weeks which was the longest I'd gone since starting my new venture.
We kissed for quite a time as he did lovely things to my tits and pussy through my thong before we slid that off and to my surprise but pleasure rubbed it all over his face, smelling it with deep breaths and then wrapped it around his cock and balls. That caused me to say, "You could take it with you if you want, it's only a cheap M and S job but I doubt Camilla would approve would she?"
"No she wouldn't get it, but thanks," he replied rubbing the gusset of the thong across my boobs making them slightly damp with my juices that had soaked into it.
*
"So did you fuck her?" Camilla asked him later that evening after they'd had dinner and shared a bottle of red wine. As she was preparing dinner he'd quite casually told her making it sound like an afterthought, that he'd visited Jayne that afternoon. He'd told her it was pretty good and she'd asked,
"Yes, you okay with that?"
