It Wouldn't Be Fair

It Wouldn't Be Fair

It was just 4:00 when I poked my head into my husband's home office and cleared my throat. Bruce turned away from his monitors to look at me and said.

"Heh babe what's up besides your perky little nipples?"

Obviously Bruce with his superior observational skills had noticed that I had been sunbathing nude on the deck and had not bothered to dress after coming inside. I gave him my best smile and crossed the room to where he was sitting. Sliding into his welcoming lap I replied

"Well, I was sort of hoping that it might be your wonderful cock looking for shelter for a couple of minutes in my puss."

Since Bruce was working in his usual summer garb of tee shirt and running shorts I could immediately feel the blood surging into his cock as we kissed and his hands ran over my body paying particular attention to my breasts. My C cups had stayed remarkably firm despite the years of dedicated attention that my husband has given them. Bruce has always been addicted to my nipples especially since I had them pierced for delicate little gold rings. Today they were unadorned but on special occasions I would hang crystal or diamond charms from the hoops. After we broke from the kiss I said.

"So why don't we go outside and fuck on the futon? It's a beautiful afternoon and I'm sure the local wildlife wants to see your cute little butt pumping up and down between my gorgeous thighs."

"No problem babe. I'll just bet that you've been working on a particularly graphic section in your latest book and need to try out a couple of new positions. Let's Go!"

Almost racing we headed for the family room exit to the deck. Bruce shed his shirt and shorts by the time we made it to the futon. Within seconds I was on my back. legs in the air and Bruce was up to his nut sack in my vagina. I love his cock not because of its size but because it swells up and fits me perfectly. Outside and without neighbors I was able to voice my pleasure as my husband aggressively fucked me to and then through three beautiful orgasms. I then snuck a couple fingers down to where the base of his cock was plugging into me and gave it a little extra squeeze. That was enough to make him rear back and then drive all the way back in as he roared out his orgasm. I loved the feel of his cum jetting into me for at least the 5000th time in our marriage. I never got tired of the feel of his cock swelling up and then blasting cum into me.

As we came back down from our high we entered the phase that I have always loved the most. It was that period of closeness and intimacy when you are temporarily satiated but still joined on an almost supernatural level. It was a time when you could whisper sweet nothings, talk dirty or reveal your most intimate thoughts. Today we weren't into fantasy but rather we were just appreciating the ambiance of nature and the light breeze on our sweaty bodies. I was idly twirling a tuft of his chest hair still damp from our joint exertions as we lay on the chaise watching the wood ducks on the pond and thinking about how great it was to have found such a compatible sex partner.

His cock was now relaxed and resting peacefully against my thigh. My pussy was pleasantly tender but I was nevertheless anticipating our next encounter hopefully later that evening. His left arm was wrapped around me holding me tightly and his right hand was fondling my nearest nipple. We were both admiring the delicate little gold ring that pierced it.

"Honey, do you remember when I got these?"

"I wasn't there when you got your tits but I do remember getting the rings. We were just winding up that lovely trip to San Francisco. We were shopping and came across that little shop with all the body decoration items in the window. As I recall you had me so fucked into submission that I was powerless to resist when you dragged me into the shop."

"Bullshit. You took one look at that handsome young clerk and when you found out that he also did the piercing you almost ripped off your blouse to show him your tits."

"Well he was kind of cute. Anyway we picked out these little beauties and you held my hand as he did the job. It hurt for just a second each time, unlike the belly button job but then that is a different story. Now before you get me all turned on again, what do you want for supper?"

*************

I know I got to the sex in a hurry but I'm that way in my writing and life. I suppose I should introduce myself and my lover. My name is Clair, I'm 45 years old, a horny slut and I'm married to a really sweet over sexed guy, Bruce Haskins. He is a highly successful consulting engineer who runs his own practice out of our home. We have two children, Kyle and Henry who have both recently graduated from college and have gone off to start careers in Engineering and Finance. I also work out of our home as a moderately successful novelist. Five of my books have been published. The genre is romantic historical fiction and I'll freely admit that the emphasis of my stories is on the frequent graphic sexual interactions of my characters. I can't help it that I get off on writing about sex or that the public is appreciative enough to buy my books both digitally and in paperback. There even has been some modest interest in screenplay treatments for Hollywood.

It's nice working from home for a lot of reasons. The paramount reason is privacy. We live in a semi rural area on forty wooded acres. A long sheltered driveway opens into a central clearing in which sits our beautiful home, several out buildings and a pristine three acre pond. The lack of prying neighbors and children at home has enabled us to become quite casual in our dress and sexuality.

Bruce and I both need to travel a fair amount, me for book tours and he for his various engineering projects. However, we try quite diligently to plan our travel so that we spend significant blocks of time together. Strange as it may seem, we have an intense physical attraction to one another. That's another way of saying that even after nearly 25 years of marriage we are still greatly enjoy the pleasures of the flesh.

Generally speaking as work at home folks, we try to stay out of each other's way during the day but come the mid to late afternoon, we seek each other out for a little R&R or to discuss dinner plans. Sexual R&R is the most fun and is how we ended up on the chaise at the beginning of this story.

Eventually we worked up enough energy to wander down to the pond and have a quick dip to rinse off the residue of our most recent mating. I grabbed two towels that we keep in a cabinet under the chaise and we walked hand in hand down the soft bark chip path to the little beach. We continued right into the water and at a count of three, dove into the cool pond water. We frolicked around for a few minutes and then climbed the ladder to the pier and dried off. As always I checked out Bruce's cock. The water of course had caused a little shrinkage but it was still a respectable member and I couldn't resist giving it a quick fondle.

In response he grabbed me and laid a massive tonsil sucker on me that lasted for a couple of minutes. I could feel his cock filling as we kissed and so when we broke I said

"So is it dinner or me?"

"You know me. I will always chose sex over food and besides I have to get you all broken in and loosened up for your gang bangs on the road. You are leaving on Monday for a 10 days aren't you?"

"You and your wife sharing fantasy. The cock pushing against my belly is the only one I need."

"Need is one thing. Want is something else. I understand that you have enormous sexual energy and that if you ever wanted to take on an anonymous lover on the road I would completely understand. You are the most alive sexual animal I have ever known and I love you so much that I want you to be completely satisfied."

"God dam it Bruce just Fuck Me!!"

And he did on the rough boards of the dock. He ran that fat cock of his up to the hilt. I know I squealed as he hit bottom and after only a dozen strokes we were both coming like freight trains. As we slowly regained our wind he kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear

"I am serious you know."

"I know you are in your mind but I'm afraid that when you would be confronted with the cold reality of me fucking someone else, you might not be able to handle it and that would just kill me. I love you and don't want to do anything to hurt us. I admit that I have been tempted and I'm sure you have too but our relationship is just too precious to fuck it up."

Bruce kissed me on the lips again and helped me up. We walked back up to the house, took a quick shower and dressed casually for dinner.

*************

By late Monday morning I was signing books in Chicago at a trendy book store. The publisher I work with has put together a great team that handles all the details of the tour. On each trip I am assigned a very competent handler who shepherds me from store to store and city to city. All I have to do is smile, make small talk about my books and make a nice inscription in their purchase. All the petty details such as airline tickets, hotel reservations, cars, cabs, meals etc are efficiently handled for me.

My handler for this trip and for two previous ones was a handsome young man by the name of Josh. Quite frankly I have chemistry with him but I have never taken anything past the mild flirtation and conversation stage. That conversation however has been quite frank about my sex drive, my husband's constant suggestions I play around and my reluctance to be unfaithful unilaterally.

With the incentive to get into my welcoming pants, Josh came up with a plan all on his own but more on that later.

For a week I wrestled with whether to go ahead with it but then Bruce asked me on our nightly call what I was going to do about getting a little pussy action on this trip.

"Not yet big fella but after I hang up with you I'm going to make a few calls to set the ball in motion."

"OK babe. Love you and will talk to you at 10 tomorrow."

As soon as I hung up I dialed Josh's room and told him that if he could get his end started. At breakfast the next morning Josh confirmed that everything was in place and that we could begin operation "Fuck Clair" that evening. At 9 Josh and I were in my room "relaxing" with a drink. For the next 58 minutes we got to know each other to the point where we were both naked on my bed. Significantly, we had not had physical contact, orgasms or intercourse. That would be up to Bruce.

With my husband's precision, my cell phone rang at precisely 10 forcing me to break away from my tongue duel with Josh.

"Hello my love. How was your day?"

For the next five minutes Bruce gave me his summary of the day and then asked me about mine. I told him about the tour stops today and then said

"The other interesting thing is that I have decided to take you up on your free pass offer and I am going to give you one last chance to say stop."

"So have you found someone who peaks your interest?"

"Oh he peaks it all right. Let me explain. A handsome young man by the name of Josh is a this very moment in my bed. We are both naked. So far we have abstained from orgasms or any sort of penetration. If you say stop I will ask him to dress and leave. I will masturbate with you on the phone and not be mad or disappointed at all. If you say fuck him, within seconds what looks to be an impressive cock will slam into me and we will fuck until he can't get it up any more. I will let you listen if you want or I will hang up, your call. I will also fuck him in the morning. For the five nights remaining on this tour I will call each night and with your permission, fuck him again. I love you Bruce."

"I want you to hang up just after he slides into your greasy cunt. FUCK HIM NOW!!

Josh was between my legs exploring the folds of my labia with his tongue and looked up at me expectantly.

"Well what did he say?" said Josh loud enough for Bruce to hear.

"He said to FUCK ME!"

Josh did just that and by 1AM we were working on number four. We napped for a while and went for five in the shower before we had to prep for the new day.

For the next five nights of the tour I gave Bruce the option to stop me each night and he just said he loved me and to have a good time and so I did. I was frankly surprised that Bruce didn't stop my orgy but then perhaps Sarah had something to do with that. You see, Josh has a really beautiful wife and they have what is known as an open marriage. Only minutes after my Bruce call last night, Josh's wife Sarah was ringing his doorbell.

Bruce's Epilog

I had called Clair from my home office. The call had ended with me giving her permission to fuck this Josh guy. After I hung up I was immediately tormented with the fear that she would run away with this new big cocked guy and my wonderful marriage would be over. The other problem I had was what the fuck to do with this giant hard on pushing out my shorts? Masturbation was of course a definite possibility and probability. Hadn't had to resort to that except when Clair was gone for an extra long period of time. Even then we usually jerked off together during our 10PM good night calls.

I have four 36" monitors that I use for design work but tonight I cranked up my slide show featuring 27 years of Clair pictures. These weren't the family album pics, these were the good ones. Some were posed nudes from before we were married, some were of her pregnant form, others were from clothing optional beaches but the majority were candid shots taken in and around our pond. In all of them Clair radiated the kind of warm earthy sexuality that so turned me on. And so as the slide show moved from monitor to monitor I dropped my shorts and started to slowly jerk off.

I had no sooner gotten started when my reverie was interrupted by the front doorbell. Pissed off I stood up and pulled my shorts back up over my quickly wilting hard on. We also never had visitors and certainly not after 10 at night. I used my Nest app and it revealed an attractive 20ish woman in a trench coat.

I opened the door and turned the front light on to illuminate the woman. Her face lit up when she saw me and with a quick shrug her coat fell away revealing a really first class body. She posed for a second showing off her only adornment, a Christmas type ribbon on her smooth pussy. She then held up a neatly lettered placard "Compliments of Clair and Josh"

What else could I do but open the screen door and welcome her to my home.

"Hello Mr. Haskins. My name is Sarah Peters and my husband Josh is the gentleman who is at this moment is making love to your wife. We have a very loving relationship and in addition to our very active personal sex life we extend that sexuality outside of our marriage. If you are interested, I would be happy to attend to your needs. I can assure you that I am clean, on birth control and am open to a wide variety of forms of sexual gratification. Are you interested?"

I must have just stood there for a minute because I didn't know what to do next. My dick spoke for me because Sarah's hand reached out and adroitly worked my hard on out of the leg of my shorts and her stroking picked up where mine had left off. My idle hands tentatively and then more boldly ran over her body feeling her fabulous tits and then disposing of her pussy ribbon. My shorts hit the floor next and suddenly her long lean legs were around my waist, my hands were holding her firm little butt and she was wildly jerking up and down on my cock. This frantic fucking went on until my arms started to give out and so I maneuvered us to the nearest couch. I pride myself on my control but this was the first new vagina I had been in for at least 28 years and it was a tight one. Nevertheless I acquitted myself nicely, giving her two quick orgasms before I popped off a big one.

It's not like I had a lot of time to study her face but as we fucked I couldn't help but note how clean cut and refined her features were. This girl was a classic beauty with the tits, limbs and ass to match. Why she seemed to be enjoying a fuck with an old fart like me was quite baffling. As we lay slowly catching our breath she said

"So. Glad to meet you Bruce. I talked to your wife yesterday and promised to take good care of you. I know she will enjoy Josh. He is a considerate lover and he's got great stamina. I'm glad we could help out you two get over this little hurdle. Now, could you direct me to a bathroom.

I showed her the bathroom and got a nice little tingle just watching her naked but do that woman's walk thing. When she came back she paused before me and asked

"Do you suppose I could stay the night? It's a little late to find a motel out here."

"Of course Sarah, I think I can even find a comfortable spot for you to sleep."

Long story, short version. Each time Clair asked to sleep with Josh for the next five nights, Sarah extended to stay with me. I found her to be bright, intelligent and lots of fun to horse around with. I found that having a couple of rounds of sex with her every day was refreshing, pressure relieving but completely without emotional attachment. When it was time for her to pack up and leave we parted as friends with benefits. I was eager to see my true love even though she had probably just been subjected to a masters class in extra marital fucking.

Twenty four hours after Sarah left, Clair drove into the garage. I met her outside on the patio catching the late afternohttps://mangukoobas.delfi.ee/id/26/monster/504697/

on sun a la natural. She had stripped in the kitchen and strode confidently up to me holding my gaze the whole way. I stood up and met her outstretched hands and we paused in looked each other over. I spoke first

"Other than a few hickies and bruises it looks like you escaped without too much damage. You do however look very well fucked and more beautiful than I have ever seen you."

"My whole attention is on your gorgeous cock which I am happy to say is standing up to greet your adulterous wife who is even more fiercely in love with her husband than she was before this tour. Thank you so much for the precious gift you have given me. And now, would you please kiss me and then give me some sweet loving?"

Clair and I did just that. Our first encounter was I guess a little on the aggressive side of sweet as I felt a kind of primal urge to claim her as mine and it felt to me like she liked the idea and was uncharacteristically submissive. However, by round two we were back in our more equal mode of two parties pleasing one another. Everything about her felt good to me and I told her so as we cooled off on the futon.

"So sweetheart tell me what finally pushed you over the ledge and convinced you to fulfill our fantasy?"

"Well, first of all it was you. You made a point of telling me to do it again before I left home. That and the fact that Josh is a dreamy hunk and has fueled my road trip masturbation fantasies for a couple of months now. Anyway, I decided to call your bluff and Josh and his wife cooperated. I do want you to know that despite how into the fantasy I was that I was really prepared to stop if you had said to. I love you and only you and an extracurricular fuck was not worth our relationship and marriage."

"So if I had said stop what would you have done about Sarah?"

"Josh had her waiting down at the end of our driveway. If you had said no she still would have come to your door and shown you her goods. That was only fair we thought because I got to see Josh's equipment. Her plan was to ask you to reconsider your "no" but if you were firm to just excuse herself and go back to her hotel. If you had reconsidered she would have called Josh back from our home phone."

"You know after seeing Sarah's body and meeting her I probably would have reconsidered. Obviously sending her was a brilliant move dear. I was really conflicted after our call. I had started the Clair porn slideshow on my computer and was settling in for an extended jerk off session. If I had finished what I started I suspect that I would have had a rather sleepless night thinking about you. I know for sure I would have said no to you the next nights until I would have been together with you again. I promised that I would not hold anything against you and I meant it but frankly it would have been hard. Sarah erased all that. How could I be lonely, or angry, or sad or cuckolded when I was fucking your lover's wife? That was a genius move honey."

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