I promised my wife a fling

[Toolkeeper]

This is one of those be careful what you promise. Women as we know have very long memories.....

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Don't you remember? You promised me I could..." my wife Christie whispered into my ear. She continued to nuzzle my ear and into my neck as we lay together on our bed. We had just finished making love and her left leg was thrown over mine as I could feel her soft pubic curls rub against my hip bone.

From the grogginess of my post orgasmic fog, I asked her, "I have no idea what you are talking about. When on earth did we discuss this, not to say even agreeing to such a thing?" I moved my arm and hand along her back, then moved it down and gently caressed the soft skin on her ass.

Christie was still horny, and so was I. She continued to nuzzle into my neck and grind her pubic region into my hip. I could feel slight wetness on my hip from both of our combined juices as my cum leaked out of her. Her fingers slowly traced their way down my chest and through my pubic hair. Reaching my penis, it involuntarily jerked upward and she smoothly wrapped her fingers around it.

I wasn't surprised I was this erect so soon after my orgasm. We had been out with friends at a bar this mostly typical Friday evening and we had quite a few glasses of wine. I had just returned from another week long business trip to the west coast, and we hadn't made love in nearly two weeks as my wife was having her bad time the previous weekend. We were both very horny.

"Bob, I can't believe you don't remember that conversation we had. Don't you remember? It was in my dorm room during our senior year at Georgia Tech." Christie moved her face around to look at me, then, she began softly kissing my lips.

I pulled back a bit and said, "Gee Christie, we had a lot of conversations in your dorm room during our senior year, junior year, AND sophomore years. Why would you think I would be able to remember conversations like this? It was what, five years ago? Then I kind of remembered what she was talking about."

"But Bob, this was an important one."

"Well Christie, if this is this kind of topic I think it is, it would only be discussed while one or both of us had quite a bit to drink. And, well, I'm sorry babe, I just don't remember well enough".

Christie began kissing me deeply and rolled over so that she was now lying on top of me. Her fingers were still firmly wrapped around my erection. Her ass was squirming back and forth and my wife began rubbing her wet vaginal lips against the underside of my cock. Christie closed her eyes and purred as she moved up and down along my throbbing erection. She opened her eyes a bit and looked at me, "your penis feels so good rubbing against me. You are so hard, so fucking hard".

I enjoyed Round 2's of our lovemaking sessions, especially when we hadn't done it in a while. I pushed my hips down. When I came back up, she had positioned my penis at the mouth of her vagina and I drove it in up to my balls. Christie always lubricated well, but with the combination of her juice and my earlier cum, the slippery feeling was indescribable.

"Come on baby, pump up into me. Grind me hard," Christie growled at me.

My hands firmly grasped her ass and I moved her up and down to the rhythm I was setting. She arched her upper back slightly, and I began flicking my tongue at her erect nipples.

Christie turned her head to the side away from me and squeezed her eyes closed. "You nasty bastard. You are so bad. Make me cum again," she said as I continued to tongue lash her nipples.

My wife has been able to come close to having an orgasm from just her nipples teased this way, so she always loved when I did this to her. After not too long, her body stiffened. I could feel her vaginal muscles clench so I knew she was beginning her orgasm. As I felt her roll through her orgasm I squeezed her ass cheeks more firmly and ground her up against my penis. I began pushing deeper into her as she squealed loudly in her pleasure.

After Christie rippled through her orgasm she arched her back away from me in a sitting position. Her hips were undulating as her slippery pussy massaged my hard cock. She looked at me seductively and told me how good she felt. I moved my hands around her hips softly. Using the fingers of my left hand to softly tease and tug on her curly pubic hair, I used my fingers of my right hand to begin flicking her clit back and forth. I dipped one of my fingers along my wet cock and used it to further lubricate her clit.

"You are going to make me cum again," my wife said as she lifted herself up and down on my cock. Her muscles on her flat stomach were taught and I couldn't help by marvel how beautiful and hot Christie was. "Oh you are going to make me cum so hard again Bob. Just keep going in and out," she said.

Minutes later I watched as her eyes closed and her head rolled back as she arched herself upward. My cock was extremely slippery, but my teasing fingers were enough to put her over the edge. Christie's muscles tightened and she convulsed through another very hard orgasm.

Catching her breath, but keeping pace with my thrusting cock she looked down at me. Caressing my chest she said, "Your turn now". She moved one of her hands around and started tickling my balls. Her long smooth strokes in the area between my balls and ass caused my cock to twitch even more. I grabbed at the sheets as her stroking touch moved me closer to release.

I lifted my head slightly to watch my cock and her pussy coming together and parting and then coming together again. Christies' pubic hair was slick with her wetness. As I felt my coming climax, I arched my back up to try to kiss my wife deeply. She moved her head down toward mine and I could see through partially closed eyes her very sensual smile. "I'll have to refresh your memory Bob" was the last thing I heard before the ecstasy of shooting my cum deep into her pussy for the second time that evening.

Christie and I met at Georgia Tech University as sophomores in 1980. I was finance major and Christie was a nursing student. We met in a freshman sociology course in our first semester, and coincidentally had the same psychology and English Lit II course in the spring. We kind of ran in the same freshman social circles on campus, but Christie was dating a guy from her home town in the outer suburbs of Atlanta during that year. When we all returned to school for our sophomore year Christie and I discovered that we once again had a couple of classes together. She moved into the dorms on campus, and by the end of September rolled around she casually let it be known through some of her friends that she was no longer with her boyfriend.

I had heard through the same circles that Christie had dated a few guys during that semester, but her friends told me that she also had interest in me. Since I received scholarship funds, I tended to make sure I stayed ahead in my studies. Thus, I did not have much time for anything more than casual dating. As for casual sex, I am the type of man that always tends to fall in like after having relations. That made it difficult the few times after having a casual fling with someone I had met as I would want to start a relationship after having sex and they looked at it as a one night stand.

Christie is a pretty girl with bright blue eyes. Her curly dark brown hair contrasts very nicely with her pale skin. She stands about 5'4" tall and weighed about 110 pounds when we met. Her athletic looking body was very alluring to me. With her bright smile and clever wit, I decided I wanted to play it cool so as not to turn her off. We soon began to date casually by meeting at a bar, maybe a movie or two, going to a concert together or attending a spirited political debate sponsored by the university.

Early in our relationship, I discovered, very pleasantly I must add, that her breasts were extremely sensitive to the touch. Atop a full B cup breast were two exquisite nipples that protruded about one inch when fully erect. Over time, my "slow hand" style with her breasts resulted in us entering into an exclusive sexual relationship. I can remember our first time making love like it was yesterday. Extensive teasing of her nipples and breasts lead to an extensive licking of her curly framed pussy to the later plunging of my cock into a hot syrupy pussy.

Over time our relationship grew into a steady romantic relationship that by our junior year, we knew we were "the one" for each other. We had a great year together, each of us making the dean's list both semester and having our love grow.

I felt like our relationship was strong enough and deep enough when I told her late in our junior year that I was accepted for a program of studies at the London School of Economics that fall. Christie would be involved in her nursing clinical studies during her senior year with her day beginning at 7am each day. So I felt like this was the right time to do something like this. Christie would be ramping up in her program to get a good post graduate job offer, and my semester abroad in a prestigious university would help me in seeking a job and getting into a good graduate finance program.

Unfortunately, Christie was a little less enthusiastic than I was as we spent our summer in Atlanta working and taking a couple of classes. We both expressed that we would miss each other deeply, and with letters and an occasional phone call, and our busy schedule, the time would go quick. Remember, this was in the days before email and the internet. Christie was worried that I might meet someone, and laughingly, I said, not likely. I like women who don't have crooked teeth. We both laughed, and I assured her everything would be okay. She then surprised me by asking what happened if she met someone during the fall. I looked her in the eye and held her face in my hands. Kissing her, I told her I was confident that we were both destined for each other.

The semester abroad was a great experience for me. In addition to studying in a completely different environment, I picked up a global perspective of finance at a time when it was less common than today. I became friends with a number of fellow students, some of whom have turned out to be solid professional colleagues today. While I would love to note that I pined away every night for Christie, I did partake in the London night life. New wave was just becoming popular in the United States, but was a big thing in London.

Learning to groove to the foreign sound required some female assistance, and there were more than a few new friends who were willing to teach a left footed American how to dance. I would also like to say that I lead a monk's life while in London, but I did not. By late November I had had casual sex with two different women in the program. Only this time, I didn't fall head over heels "in-like" with either of them. While I did feel bad about not being true to Christie, neither of these flings would amount to much. By early December, studying for finals was of paramount importance, and the busy social life became brief cups of coffee between hitting the books and working with study groups. I did very well in each of my classes, and felt like it would be a big help with my resume.

Studies end in early December in the UK, and I was back in Atlanta for the last two weeks of the Tech fall semester. Reuniting with Christie was great fun, and we certainly made up for lost time in bed. The first weekend back, I don't think either of us had any clothing on except to go to the dining hall for lunch. We were ordering in pizza at night for a late dinner to keep up our energy. By that Sunday morning, I could keep my erection, but I had nothing left to shoot. Before we went out for brunch, I think we set a record by keeping my cock in her pussy for one hour straight since I couldn't cum. It was a little embarrassing in the dining hall because my still erect penis was noticeable (or at least I thought so) through my jeans.

The night final exams were finished for Christie; we went to a holiday party for her nursing program. Christie was dressed very nicely for the party. Mini-dresses were beginning to be in style again, and Christie looked beautiful in her red party mini-dress with accompanying sheer black stockings. She kicked me out of her dorm room while she got dressed, but I did see that she was wearing thigh highs. Since I had never seen her wear them before, I assumed and she confirmed that it was a special holiday treat.

The party was attended by student the nursing program, a few of the faculty and a number of alumni nurses who liked to come back to see old faces. Although I knew most of the students, I didn't know some of the alumni. Christie introduced me to a mentor of hers. Lisa was a fifth year nurse at the hospital where Christie did her clinical studies. Christie had written to me about her, and it was nice to meet someone that she looked up to professionally. Lisa was quite a cutie, and looked to be in the early stages of pregnancy. She was very intelligent, and even though my knowledge of medicine and nursing was limited to what Christie told me, I found the discussion that ensued to be very interesting.

Lisa left not too long after as she was tired from the early stages of pregnancy. Christie and I danced quite a bit, and more than a few cocktails at the party. By the end of the party, much of the dancing was group style dancing with much changing of partners. A few guys danced briefly and closely with Christie, and everyone was having a great time.

After a few after party cocktails at a nearby bar, Christie and I retired to her dorm room. After having consumed quite a few cocktails, not having had sex much for the previous week and a half due to Christie's need to study for finals and her time of the month, we were very horny. I was looking very forward to the remainder of the evening.

Soon after locking the door to her room, Christie and I were in bed together. She asked if I wanted her to keep her thigh highs on and I said absolutely. I was lying on my back, and she crawled up my body squirming and licking her way up my chest. In the middle of a deep sensuous kiss, she grabbed my penis and guided it into her very wet pussy. I slid in up to my balls in the first thrust as her absolute wetness consumed my cock.

As we moved together in unison, Christie had her first two orgasms of the night. After the second orgasm, she sat up and began grinding on top of me. She was setting the pace and very much in control of our lovemaking for the moment.

She looked down at me with a smirky horny smile. "Were you a good boy in Europe, or did you have a little fling with one of those limey girls?"

I was caught a little by surprise when she asked, and perhaps she could tell because she bent over and kissed me deeply. She sat back up and continued grinding away at my erection. "Well, what about those Brit girls?"

Thinking quickly on my back, as opposed to thinking quickly on my feet in business, I decided to be honest. Even though there was very little chance she would ever find out, I decided to tell the truth to Christie.

I looked up at her and said, "Well, I didn't have any flings with any of the Brit girls." Christie laughed, poked me in the chest and asked "well, what about girls from one of the other European nations? Hmmm???"

I paused, and said "well, maybe if you asked about the Netherlands I would have to say yes." I could feel my face turning red, and I saw Christie blink and for a brief second I saw her smile vanish. "Well, you're a good looking horny American guy, so I guess a foreign affair was to be expected." She laughed and started fucking me harder. I said, "Well, since I didn't speak Dutch or Flemish, and I didn't want to learn, I guess there wasn't any future to consider." We both laughed and continued to really fuck harder. I could swear Christie got a little wetter as I pushed deep into her.

After another Christie orgasm I pulled out and flipped her over on her back. Putting her legs up on my shoulders, I plunged back into her warm and wet depths. I held my cock deep in her pussy and mashed our pubic hair together. Christie was absolutely breathless. It was my turn to be in control.

I withdrew my cock so that only the head was in. I held it there and Christie looked up at me and asked "what's wrong? Put it back in. Please put it back in me!"

I looked down at her and said, "My turn."

"So while I was away, did you get to know any of the transfer or foreign exchange students, or other finance majors better?"

We both burst out laughing. I plunged back into her wet depths and vigorously fucked her for a minute. Pounding my cock in and out very quickly left her again breathless. I slowly withdrew my cock so that once again only the head of cock remained in her.

Christie looked up at me. "Now what? Come on fuck my brains out," she said.

"Details." I want some details." I replied.

"Oh come on. He was an American. Okay?" She laughed with her eyes twinkling at me.

I couldn't help but pause for minute just as Christie had with me. For a very brief moment I felt a huge surge of jealousy and I could feel my face burning red. But it quickly passed when I reconciled that I had enjoyed the fruits of someone else while away. But I was intent to tease her a bit.

"Not good enough. More details are required," I said as I slowly pushed my penis back into her. Christie sighed and closed her eyes as I hit bottom and slowly withdrew.

She opened her eyes back up and took a deep breath. "Okay, here goes. I met this guy at a Halloween party. He's a student in a political history program. I was dressed up with some of my friends as disco singers like Ashford and Simpson, Donna Summer and Le Sheek. I wore a long black dress with a slit up almost to my waist so I showed a lot of leg. We were all dancing disco, and I started dancing with this guy. He was a very clean cut guy, and you know how I like clean cut guys."

I laughed as I'm very clean cut finance major.

"Continue, this is interesting" I said.

"One thing lead to another and after the party I ended up back in his room. All I wanted to do was kiss a little and then be able to escape when I wanted to. We were pretty toasted, and after a little while, he started playing with my tits. He kind of knew how to get me going as you do, and soon we were down to my panties and his underwear. I could tell he was sporting a pretty nice package and I couldn't resist checking it out. After I pulled it out and began playing with it, it wasn't long before we were fucking up a storm."

"Well," I said, I asked. Christie started rubbing her stocking covered legs all over my shoulder and face. "Come on Rob, fuck me. Make love to me. You are my love, and you are the best I've ever had. I didn't send you a "Dear John" letter, and I'm here making love to you right now. It was a harmless fling like yours. It meant nothing." I kissed her deeply and over the next twenty minutes we proclaimed words of love for each other as writhed in ecstasy on her bed and came together.

In our drunken afterglow we held each other. The conversation drifted around and I noted that I liked her friend Lisa. Christie rolled over on top and kissed me.

"Bob, don't you remember after the holiday party in the dorm room?" Christie asked. "We were talking about each of our flings when you were away in London during the fall semester," Christie continued.

"I said, speaking of flings, listen to this about Lisa. You remember Lisa? Don't you? " Christie asked.

"Lisa has a great relationship with her husband. They've been married for four years and had planned on having a family while they were young. Lisa was quiet this evening, but she's a real fireball. She got her husband to agree to let her have a last fling before she had a baby before childbirth took even a little toll on her body. He was pretty much against it, but she finally talked him into it. So for a couple of months before she went off the pill she had a fling with one of the residents at the hospital."

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To be continued

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Looking forward to the next chapter, thank you for sharing

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Part 2

The five year old conversation was refreshed in my mind. I remembered it. And I remembered that I couldn't believe that a guy would let his wife have a fling.

"Yeah, and I remember that I was surprised that a guy would let his wife do that", I replied.

Christie came back and said, "Don't you remember Bob?"

"When we started going at it again, you said I could when I asked you if I could have a fling before I had my baby too. Now that we are going to start trying for a baby soon, I want to have a little fling that you said I could have."

"Christie, I thought that was just our booze and horniness talking. Can you really hold me to something we said in a hot moment years ago? "

Christie continued on "Rob, I had my fling while you were away and it meant nothing. I told you it meant nothing. This will mean nothing too. I just want to do this before my body changes after childbirth too. Lisa and her husband have a strong marriage and it didn't affect it one bit."

I took a deep breath.

"Christie. What are you saying here? Will this be a one night stand? Will it be a month or two, and that's it? Or will it become a long term thing where I would have to look the other way for an extended period of time? Is this someone you know already? Will I be embarrassed if I ever have to meet or socialize with him? Have you already begun your "little fling" as you so casually put it? I can tell you that a long term thing of more than a few months is not going to fly with me. And I'm not sure I want to face someone who has been where I usually am in a social situation."

"Bob. I love you and I want to be honest with you. No I have not begun a fling. I'm not sure if a fling will even happen. I promise it won't be a long term thing, but I'm honest to say if it does happen, it is not likely to be a one night stand either. Most importantly, I'll keep it as separate as I can to avoid any embarrassing situations. You have my word on that my love." As Christie said that she kissed me very lovingly and said she again that she loved me.

"Can I sleep on it, and talk about it tomorrow?" I asked.

Christie replied, "Sure and I really love you husband."

Christie was off this weekend, and after making love in the morning, we ran around doing errands during the day. We had a very nice dinner at an Italian restaurant in town and ended up back at our house later that evening.

As we lay in bed, I took a deep breath and began, "Christie, I love you more than life. Part of that love is an implicit trust. A trust not in being true, but a trust in doing the right thing that won't harm the great life we have together. If having a brief fling, regardless of whether it was promised in the heat of the moment before we were married, is what you want, then have your "little fling". In thinking this through however, let me tell you this. I meant what I said about the length of time. A couple of months at the most. Don't even think about asking for another month or two a couple of months into this. That will be a problem between us. I also want to avoid potential embarrassing encounters. That means it is your responsibility to make sure I do not come in contact with whomever you decide to have your little fling with. If it means you have to pass up on a dinner or a party, then that's what has to happen. I also don't want you to have little chit chat secret sharing sessions with your friends to discuss your "little fling." News has a way of leaking out, and I don't want to be embarrassed about this either. The fling is for you, not for your friends to gossip about. Lastly, I don't want details, and during the time you are having the fling, we will not be making love."

Christie sat up and looked sharply at me saying "what do you mean we aren't going to make love? What are you saying? I want to love you and show it doesn't affect what we have."

I replied, "Sorry Christie, but I don't want to face a situation where I even have the slightest feeling that I'm going to be the second one in you that day. Or that you get the urge to discuss what's going on when you are moody before your period. Or to tease me even a little bit about it while making love when you are in your horny week. Sorry, but, even though it's "just sex", I can't make love to you during this "little fling". Since I'm going to be traveling quite a bit beginning later next month, that might be the best time for you to start. And let me know when it has begun, and when it has ended".

Christie was hurt, and didn't say anything more that evening. She rolled over and turned her back to me and we eventually fell asleep.

Six weeks later, Christie and I were having dinner at home on a Sunday night. Christie put down her fork and looked up at me. Taking a deep breath she said, "Rob, it's going to begin."

Dead silence at the table for what seemed like five minutes but was probably more like thirty seconds. After I finished chewing my food, I also put my fork down. I looked up at my wife and asked, "Well, has it begun, or will it begin very soon?" Christie replied, "not yet, but as you suggested, I think it will begin when you are away this week."

I could tell her heart was really beating and she was very nervous as she looked at me.

I finished eating without saying anything else. As I pushed back my chair from the table, I said, "Christie, that's all I need to know for now. Just let me know when it's over."

That night, Christie asked me if we could make love before I left for my trip the next afternoon. I paused for a moment. Thinking to myself, if we made love, would it be because we were both horny? Or because she needed reassurance? Or she wanted to reassure me? Even though I trusted her and I trusted us, I felt very confused.

We made love, or at least Christie thought we made love. In my mind I fucked her. It didn't last that long, I decided that I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of a long drawn out lovemaking session. I wanted her to feel what she was going to miss. Perhaps she would get this over with sooner than later.

I was very busy during the next month working on financing a merger of two private companies. Being part of this merger was clearly a big step for me, and successful consummation of the transaction would be a very nice feather in my cap.

It was also a very good distraction for me. Rather than wondering who and where and when Christie was getting together with her paramour, I buried myself in my work. When I wasn't out of town at client offices, I was working reasonably late many nights. Christie and I would have dinner together infrequently at home, and in a way, I was giving her time to get this out of her system. A few times when I happened to be home reasonably early, once in a while, Christie wouldn't be home until much later and often after I fell asleep. When I was out of town, I decided to talk with her during the day to avoid calling at night. I didn't want to interrupt or to know if they were spending the night together.

When she was home, we did talk about vacation, things we needed to get done around the house, and to try to retain some sense of normality. However, it was the elephant in the room. At times, Christie looked like she wanted to "talk" or to see if I wanted to make love. I never allowed the door to open for discussion, even while she was feeling sensitive during her time of the month. And while that may have been a mistake, I stubbornly wanted to stick to my guns on this. If I was going to make the sacrifice, then so would she. Our lovemaking was a big part of our relationship, and at home you could see the hole.

During the second month of her little fling, I was again pretty busy, but could see the transaction ending soon. Christie seemed less stressed and happier which got me wondering. Over breakfast one morning I told her that the merger transaction was coming to a head, and I had no idea what my schedule would be over the next two to three weeks. Christie said that's okay, she understood it was part of my job and she knew I was doing great.

I was on a number of airplanes the next couple of weeks flying to a number of different cities. While on a whirlwind, I had a brief stopover in the city where we live. I had to pick up a change of clothes, pay some bills and then head back to the airport.

Our rambling one story ranch house is set back from the road we live on, and the car service dropped me off at head of the driveway. I told the driver to be back in two hours as I had to head back to the airport. Walking in the front door, I immediately realized that I wasn't alone in the house. From the entry way, I could see my wife and a guy who appeared to be about 25 or so sitting in lounge chairs by the pool. My wife and her paramour.

I stood transfixed by what I was seeing. While I firmly wanted no part of her "little fling", I couldn't help but feel that for my own sanity, I needed to compare. Was he good looking? Was he tall? What did he do? How do they interact with one another? Are they friends? All of the things I told her I didn't want to know about, I all of a sudden wanted to know.

I left my bag outside and quietly closed the door. I could hear them talking, but couldn't quite make out what they were saying from where I was standing. As quietly as I could I moved through the living area to the dining room where I could see the pool area reasonably well. Immediately I noticed that Christie was topless as her breasts and nipples glistened with sun oil. She was wearing a pretty skimpy bikini bottom. Christie's friend was in the chair next to her lightly stroking her thigh. He was naked and I could see his semi-hard penis was lying across his thigh. It didn't look much longer than mine, but looked to be considerably thicker. He was very clean cut looking with a relatively short hair cut and with a pretty toned up body. I couldn't tell how tall he was but he wasn't short.

Since the window was closed, I couldn't really hear what they were saying. But I could tell that he was charming Christie. She occasionally laughed at what he said, and soon she reached over to begin fondling his penis. After a few minutes Christie moved closer and began using her other hand to lightly caress his balls. I could tell that her friend was enjoying this as he lay there with his eyes closed. His cock was getting harder the more Christie played with it. A few minutes later, he casually reached over to Christie and began fondling her tits with the hand that was on her thigh. I could tell she liked it because he turned his head and said something to her. She smiled and closed her eyes too. Her nipples became even more erect and soon she sat up on her chair. It appeared she suggested they go into the house.

I was frozen but now I had to move quickly. I darted to the front door and quickly exited the house. Taking several deep breaths, I rationalized that I could see if I could see what was going on from the outside for a while, and then get out of there. I was beginning to not like what I saw.

I moved around to the master bedroom side of the house, and thankfully they didn't appear to be using our bed. Moving to the other side of the house, I thought I saw something inside the guest suite. The window was open a bit and I could just make out the inside of the room from the crack between the window sill and the bottom of the blinds.

Christie and her friend had just moved on to the bed. Christie was lying on her back sideways across the bed. Her friend was kneeling with his cock pointed straight out. My earlier guess was pretty much spot on. Maybe a little longer but definitely thicker than me. Christie was fondling it and I could see it twitching in her hands. The guy was massaging her chest and tweaking her nipples with her fingers. She was telling him how much she liked how he played with her tits. Several minutes of his hands and fingers had her writhing and undulating on the bed. He moved his hands lower along the side of her body. Just as he began to untie the sides of her bikini and peel it away he said he liked how a few hairs peaked over the top when she wore this one. Christie's face glowed with the knowledge of the pleasure she was about to receive. The bikini was soon peeled away and he ran his fingers through her soft curly pubic hair. Soon his fingers were exploring her insides as she had her first orgasm.

Her second and third orgasm came after he begin licking and eating her pussy. During the third orgasm he really teased her with his tongue. He kept her on the edge of cumming before finally giving her release. After the third orgasm, he knelt between her legs and used his cock to toy with her pussy lips. Christie was soon begging him to put it in. He obviously couldn't hold back much longer himself and he soon pushed his cock all the way in. Christie and her friend for the next twenty minutes fucked each other silly. Changing positions frequently, it looked like she was having continuous orgasms. After he finished, I had decided I had seen enough.

I called the car service with my cell phone soon after, and I was on my way to my next city. Instead of working on the flight, I contemplated what I had just seen. While it was in a way a huge turn on to see what amounted to live porn up close and with someone I know involved, I was troubled. Even though I didn't see any affection, perhaps leaving early spared me, it looked like intense fucking. Or at least that's what I hoped it was.

Later that month, after the merger had closed and I received due accolades from my colleagues and from Christie, we were sitting at breakfast one Saturday morning.

We were enjoying our conversation and as I stood to get another cup of coffee for both of us, the conversation reached a lull. I placed her coffee in front of her, and I sat down again with mine. It was very apparent to both of us that the "little fling" elephant was in the room. In fact it was seated at one of the chairs at the table. I wasn't going to say a thing. I was waiting for her to say it. I believed it was time. Christie looked away and then looked back at me. Then she said, "Bob, it's over now."

I looked at her and said, "Well, Christie, you look disappointed that you had to say that to me just now. In fact, I'm a little disappointed as well that you look disappointed. In fact, while I didn't know what to expect quite frankly, you don't look that enthused to get me back in bed with you right now."

Christie again looked away.

I continued. "So perhaps what I said a few months ago rang true to a certain extent. Perhaps you can have a "little fling" when in college and before marriage. But I think it is a little dangerous when you are married. Honestly, looking at you know, I don't think it is in fact over. And I wonder what the emotional involvement between you two really is above and beyond the sex. Perhaps you should think again, and think about what I said a couple of months ago. I appreciate this not being in my face the last two months. But I will not veer from what I said. And if this does work out, don't ever ask me for this kind of favor again."

I got up from the table and went in to the office to clean up my merger files, and do a little brown nosing with the bosses. A managing director asked me if I wanted to grab a bite to eat after work, apologizing for the weekend, but he wanted to discuss my next assignment. I didn't get home until that evening, and Christie was already asleep.

Christie and I woke a little earlier than we usually did the next morning. After retrieving two cups of our favorite coffee, I slipped back in bed. Breaking an awkward silence I asked her, “So, is it really over?”

Christie took a deep breath and said “Yes it is. Yes, it definitely is.” What followed was a twenty minute love making that I had hoped would be with more urgency and passion. However it felt like the gap in our relationship was still there. We made plans for brunch, and I quickly jumped in the shower and did my thing. Christie took her time and while in the shower, I saw her cell buzzing on her night table. Normally I wouldn’t pick it up, but given these times were far from normal, I picked it up to see who was texting given my smoldering suspicion that all was not really good.

I saw a text that was one word “great” followed by a kiss emoji. Opening the text I saw that Christie had texted her paramour “have to take a break for two weeks ..... then I’ll call to get together....” followed by a big smiley face.

I put her phone on her pillow. Retrieving my own, I typed a message to Christie. “I’m off to brunch. Don’t want your company, saw your text to boyfriend. I’m out. Find something to do this afternoon so I can pack a few bags.”

[aguy4pleasure]

I found this an interesting and perplexing story. First, interesting because it involves a wife being sexual with someone other than her husband with the consent...more or less...of the husband. Perplexing because I'm not clear about the point of the story. It seems to me the hubby is as bad or worse than the wife. Yes, the wife fucked around. Yes, she developed feelings. No, she didn't fess up to them when she should. However, rather than remaining actively engaged with the wife the hubby stepped away interpersonally from his wife for the duration of the affair. Then, when she's "too close" the husband acts as if it's all her fault and walks out on her. I'm not sure who the real jerk was, the husband or the wife.

[impo64]

I found this an interesting and perplexing story. First, interesting because it involves a wife being sexual with someone other than her husband with the consent...more or less...of the husband. Perplexing because I'm not clear about the point of the story. It seems to me the hubby is as bad or worse than the wife. Yes, the wife fucked around. Yes, she developed feelings. No, she didn't fess up to them when she should. However, rather than remaining actively engaged with the wife the hubby stepped away interpersonally from his wife for the duration of the affair. Then, when she's "too close" the husband acts as if it's all her fault and walks out on her. I'm not sure who the real jerk was, the husband or the wife.

Did you read the story? The reason why he left was: He found out that his wife was a liar..."Christie had texted her paramour “have to take a break for two weeks ..... then I’ll call to get together....” followed by a big smiley face."!

[aguy4pleasure]

Yes, I read the story. However, no matter about her lies, he failed to keep their relationship primary. In a sense, he had already lied to her. The way I saw it, he got what he deserved. He left her long before she lied to him

[subtoall]

Yes, I read the story. However, no matter about her lies, he failed to keep their relationship primary. In a sense, he had already lied to her. The way I saw it, he got what he deserved. He left her long before she lied to him

I label stories like this with a term I call "hate porn." The "Loving Wives" category on Literotica is full of stories like this (with no trace of irony about using that label, but I digress!). I find too many of them to be hateful and misogynistic, and quite a turn off. What is sexy about a man's insecurity leading to a denouement that's all about punishing his wife? To me, it's not sexy, it's sad.

[soupcan_99]

Thanks to the very talented writer, Toolkeeper, for a really Great start to this story..... I can’t wait to see where you take this!
More, please...

[goyse]

In most things we base our decisions on our personal experiences. For me I found out the hard way living with a woman who continually told lie after lie and cheated many, many times rather than being open and honest, forgiving her repeatedly was not the right thing to do. Eventually after raising someone else’s child and always being there to support her when it suited her she walked away with a lover who then dumped her within weeks.

If I could turn the clock back I would do exactly as has happened in this story in my life simply because it is drawing a clear line in the sand. Had I done that on the first occasion that my ex-wife lies to me about things like this we may have had the opportunity to come back together respecting each other. When you accept what should be unacceptable behaviour you are saying quite clearly “you can lie to me and cheat on me and you need not respect me.” Make no mistake, once you do that expect it to become normal behaviour because that will be the result.

Having said that, I enjoyed the story. The acceptance of others needs and desires is an important part of every relationship. We are all different and those differences should be respected. A great story. Looking forward to an additional chapter as I’m sure there is more to tell.

[NSEW1]

The story is titillating! Well written. The husband seems conflicted about what he wants. He may say one thing but I wonder if he feels something else.

[afagehi7]

Finish the story. We need to know what happened

[Toolkeeper]

Thanks for comments - it seems this story on another website received the most comments when compared with my others. Perhaps because it feels more real, and in many real life instances true when we see our wives flirt with other men. And no matter how strong a wife’s fidelity, guys, they flirt.

When I wrote the story some time ago, my intent was to leave the ending as “open ended”. That is, the reader can take it in many different ways beyond the formal ending. That has typically been my style. This story deserves a next chapter, which I will address when life slows from the current pace.

[afagehi7]

Thanks for comments - it seems this story on another website received the most comments when compared with my others. Perhaps because it feels more real, and in many real life instances true when we see our wives flirt with other men. And no matter how strong a wife’s fidelity, guys, they flirt.

When I wrote the story some time ago, my intent was to leave the ending as “open ended”. That is, the reader can take it in many different ways beyond the formal ending. That has typically been my style. This story deserves a next chapter, which I will address when life slows from the current pace.

You hook us then split...hahahahaha

[Suchen Zucker]

I agree, it deserves additional chapters. It's well written and has a different (yet just as valid) approach to the subject matter than most other stories here.

Thanks for posting and keep writing!
Suchen

[Asterix42]

Great story. Thanks for sharing! Hope you write more.

[john jasson]

First rate writing. Well done!

[roaringknob]

Great story hope you keep it going for a chapter or three

[wingman]

What other site do you post stories?

[roaringknob]

I hope things are better for you now and you will find time to continue the story

[roaringknob]

Please give us a little more to the ending we have been waiting so long

[roaringknob]

Please give us a little more to the ending we have been waiting so long

[lookingiansa]

Yes, I read the story. However, no matter about her lies, he failed to keep their relationship primary. In a sense, he had already lied to her. The way I saw it, he got what he deserved. He left her long before she lied to him

Sorry aguy4pleasure I gotta call bullshit to your post. He laid out all the conditions to her having given her 2 months tops not to develop feeling for the lover and that it had to be a senseless fling. I don't blame him at all for leaving her. she didn't comply to their agreed on terms.

Just because he not cuck material and putting up with a dishonest wife who still seeing her now bf lying to her hubby. I would leave too, but I'm more possessive of my wife I wouldn't let her fuck another man in first place willingly. I would leave her too if she did.

Mr. Lookingiansa

[Tnex]

Great start! I’d love to see it continue

[OOAA]

Thanks for comments - it seems this story on another website received the most comments when compared with my others. Perhaps because it feels more real, and in many real life instances true when we see our wives flirt with other men. And no matter how strong a wife’s fidelity, guys, they flirt.

When I wrote the story some time ago, my intent was to leave the ending as “open ended”. That is, the reader can take it in many different ways beyond the formal ending. That has typically been my style. This story deserves a next chapter, which I will address when life slows from the current pace.

GREAT story!!!!! I would love to know what happens next..... so chapter 3 would be very welcome

[SamWarrens]

More please!
Great story! But it needs another chapter or2