When Hal Jensen left the Spencer's on Saturday morning he didn't know what he
would tell his wife Joan about what had happened at the "poker party." He only
knew that he had just had the most erotic experience of his life. Ever since the
group had decided last month that it would help Allen Spencer give his wife
Helen a birthday present that she would never forget he had been looking forward
to the party. When the original arrangements were made, Vicki Holman's presence
wasn't anticipated and no one knew that the party would go on all night. A few
weeks ago when Allen asked if he wanted to contribute an additional two hundred
dollars so that they could bid on Vicki as well as Helen he eagerly agreed. He
had never seen the redhead but based on Allen's description she sounded
delicious. The two times that he got to fuck Vicki confirmed that it was
certainly money well spent but it did leave him with a dilemma as to how to
explain things to Joan. The rest of the men in the poker group were either
members of the Glen Creek Club or had been at the auctions with their wives so
they had no problem explaining their behavior. Joan and Hal knew about the club
and had even been asked to join but they both felt that this lifestyle wasn't
for them. Such blatant infidelity was beyond the bounds of their values. Hal did
find his mind wandering quite a bit lately when an attractive woman caught his
eye but he had so far been able to resist any temptation to play around. That
all changed a month ago when Allen suggested to the group that they chip in so
Herb Wagner could purchase Helen at the next club auction. Then they would all
gang bang her at the next poker night. Hal's commitment to fidelity was pushed
past it's limit. Helen Spencer was one of the sexiest women that he had ever met
and Hal couldn't pass up the chance to fuck her. He originally looked at the
anticipated tryst as something sneaky and not very honorable but what Joan
didn't know wouldn't hurt her. When fucking Vicki Holman was added to the
equation Hal's conscience didn't take much note because he was already
anticipating having sex with one other woman. As the party last night reached
it's peak with the guys taking turns filling Helen and Vicki's various openings
Hal knew that he didn't want to leave at the usual time and go home. He
mentioned his problem to Allen who offered to call Joan and tell her that Hal
had too much to drink and shouldn't drive in his condition. In his aroused state
Hal agreed with that plan. When Joan offered to come and get Hal, Allen said
that he thought Hal would be better off staying with them for the night. They
would see that he got home first thing in the morning. Joan seemed somewhat
unconvinced but did agree to let Hal spend the night at the Spencer's. Now it
was first thing in the morning and Hal had to face the music. However, as he
drove toward home his mind kept wandering back to the two times that he had
fucked both of the women. He was amazed that he had been able to get it up that
many times in such a short time but these were very unusual circumstances. He
had never experienced such sexual excitement. Hal used to think that his and
Joan's sex life was pretty good. They had tried a lot of things together. Joan
had learned to be an expert at cocksucking and she even tolerated an occasional
invasion of her asshole. Lately though he felt that their lovemaking was tending
toward the routine and even getting pretty boring. He had never discussed this
development with Joan and he had no idea that Joan might be feeling the same
way. As Hal turned into their driveway his thoughts suddenly refocused on his
wife. She would be pissed..no doubt about it. Hal was not someone who ever drank
to excess so he doubted that she believed Allen's story. Dozens of other
possible explanations bounced around in his head. He quickly discarded each of
them as being implausible. As he entered the front door he realized that his
only way out may be to tell the truth and hope that Joan would be somewhat
understanding of his transgression. He wasn't very optimistic however. "Hi
honey, is that you?" Joan called from the kitchen. "Yes, it's me," Hal answered.
"How are you feeling this morning?" Joan asked as she came to meet him in the
hall. "You must have a terrible hangover." "Well, fortunately it's not nearly as
bad as I expected," Hal replied. "I guess I deserve far worse. Is that fresh
coffee I smell?" "Yes. I made a pot when I found out you'd be home soon," Joan
replied. "How'd you find that out?" Hal asked feeling somewhat suspicious about
how much his wife seemed to know. "I called the Spencer's a bit ago. Allen said
that you had just left." "Oh. Did he say anything else?" Hal asked. He was
afraid that Allen might have made up more tidbits about last night that could
end up trapping him if he wasn't careful. "No, he just said that he hoped that
you didn't feel too badly today. But why do you ask? Is there something more
that I should know. I don't buy his story you know. You don't ever drink too
much and you really don't seem very hung over now. I'd like to hear from you
what really happened last night." "Let me get a cup of coffee and then we'll
talk about it, OK?" Hal replied. His heart was suddenly in his throat as he
realized that his worst fears about Joan's attitude were correct. She knew him
too well. Hal got his cup of coffee and then he and Joan sat down at the kitchen
table. Hal was relieved to notice that Joan seemed more curious than angry. He
hoped that attitude wouldn't change. "OK, Hal..out with it. What happened?" Joan
prodded him. "Well, I did have more to drink last night than I can remember
having in a long, long time," Hal began, "but you're right. That isn't the real
reason I didn't come home. You see yesterday was Helen's birthday. We did a
little celebrating last night." "Ah," Joan replied, "so she had a sleep-over. Is
that it? Look Hal, I used to have sleep-overs on my birthday too..but I quit
that when I was ten or eleven..and besides my sleep-overs were all girls. So
tell me how did you celebrate anyhow?" Hal knew that he now had no way out. At
least Joan hadn't flown off the handle yet and perhaps she already suspected
what had happened. It was some comfort to Hal that Joan and Helen had known each
other for several years. They weren't particularly close friends but they did
seem to get along well with each other and Hal had never heard Joan express any
animosity toward Helen for any reason. "Well, that's sort of how it turned out,"
Hal continued. "You see, Helen has had this fantasy for a long time and Allen
decided to make it happen for her birthday." "Fantasy..what sort of fantasy?"
Joan asked in a somewhat suspicious tone. "Are the Spencer's members of that
club?" she continued. "Why..ye..ye..yes, I think they are," Hal answered very
hesitantly. "But why, what has that got to do with anything?" "I just wondered
if they were into those wild sex sort of things that the club does," Joan
answered. "So what kind of fantasy was this..a gang bang?" "Yes," Hal whispered.
"It was a gang bang." The look of disgust on Joan's face told Hal that she was
not amused by his answer. "So tell me, who all was in on this? Was it all of
your poker buddies? Did you all spend the night pounding the mattress with
Helen? And where was Allen? Surely he wasn't around when this was taking place?"
"Yes it was all of the poker gang..and yes Allen was right there with us. He had
set it up and he seemed to enjoy it as much as she did. In fact that really
surprises me now that I think about it." "Holy shit," Joan exclaimed. "I can't
believe it. My devoted husband and his friends all fucked the wife of another
friend while he watched. Is that it? Does she have no shame? How could a woman
do such a thing? How could you do it Hal?" "Look, I know I shouldn't have done
it," was all that Hal could think of to say. "I know it's a terrible thing to be
unfaithful. I guess I just succumbed to a moment of weakness. I'm sorry." "Well,
I want you to know that I find that sort of behavior shameful and disgusting,"
was Joan's parting comment as she got up and left the room. Hal was amazed that
there had been no big blowup. He was also surprised that Joan instinctively
seemed to know what had happened. He had no idea that his conservative wife had
any idea about such things as gang bangs. It was certainly a term and a concept
that the two of them had never discussed before. Hal was also grateful that the
fact that there were two women involved hadn't come up and probably wouldn't. He
was in enough trouble over having fucked just one. The discussion about Hal's
infidelity continued off and on for the rest of the day. Throughout the
conversation Joan remained very calm although she did speak about the incident
in very stern judgmental tones. If Hal hadn't had such a good time fucking Helen
and Vicki he might have felt more contrite. Perhaps the lack of sincerity in
Hal's repeated apologies irritated Joan more than the realization as to what he
had done. Finally late in the day the first real progress was made in their
dialogue. "Is there something lacking in our relationship?" Joan asked. "Well, I
guess I should ask you the same thing," Hal replied. "Don't you think that
things have gotten pretty routine lately. Sex isn't nearly as exciting as it
used to be. How do you feel?" "I agree, but is that an excuse to fuck someone
else? I mean I haven't done anything like that." "No, I didn't say it was an
excuse," Hal responded defensively. "Look, I've already said several times that
I'm sorry. Maybe it's just natural to think about things like that if you're
kind of bored. Don't you ever think about it?" "Heavens no!" Joan retorted. "At
least not in any specific way I don't." "Haven't you ever thought about making
it with any guys that you meet or see? Don't you ever wonder what some guy might
be like in bed?" "No, I haven't. I don't think much about anything to do with
sex anymore. I just figure it's something that I've outgrown, so to speak."
"That's terrible. You mean that you don't like sex any more?" "Oh, no. I still
like it, I guess, but I've gotten used to the idea that the electricity goes
away. It's just not like it used to be when we first got married, and I accept
that as natural." Hal was both surprised and disappointed at Joan's response.
Having just had a great sexual awakening he felt his hopes of a regenerated sex
life dashed by a sex partner who was losing interest in sex. He didn't know what
exactly he wanted sexually from Joan at the moment, but he knew that whatever it
was couldn't happen with someone who wasn't excited about sex. Then another big
step forward was made as Joan said "Look, I'm almost afraid to ask but is there
something wrong with me? The way I look or the way I dress? I know that Helen is
a very attractive woman. She always looks so good and dresses so well. Most
women would give anything to look as good as her." Suddenly Hal felt a real
sense of guilt for the first time. He had not meant to make Joan feel jealous,
but he had. "No darling. There is nothing wrong with you. You look as wonderful
and pretty as you did the day I married you." This was no lie. Joan had
diligently worked to maintain her trim figure and she had been blessed with a
very pretty face which looks as youthful as on their wedding day nearly twenty
years ago. She weighs the same as then although time has redistributed the
weight slightly. Since she is 5' 6" tall she carries that weight well and she
has no sags or bulges. She now measures a healthy 35-24-36. Over the years one
inch had slipped from her breasts to her hips but she still looked fantastic.
About ten years ago on a lark she bleached her medium brown hair a golden blonde
and once Hal got used to the change he insisted that she keep it that way. "In
anyone's book you are easily as pretty as Helen or any other woman that I know,"
Hal continued. "I'm sure any man would agree with that." If there was anything
about Joan that Hal would like to change it was the way she dressed. When she
married Hal she was one of the most stylish women he had ever known. As Joan
passed the thirty mark she began to wear more conservative styles..styles that
were also more the trend at the time. As she neared forty she began to wear
clothes that Hal thought were more appropriate for his mother than his wife. Her
skirts, when she wore them, had grown longer and longer so that the norm now is
several inches below her knee. Most of the time these days Joan wore slacks.
Even her best evening wear was pants suits. Her selection of blouses was much
less sexy with few frills or lace. None of them were sheer enough to reveal the
bra she had on under it..which was just as well because her bras and the rest of
her lingerie were now designed for utility, not for looks. Although Joan's
breasts were still firm enough to need no support she wouldn't think of going
out without a bra. Those times when they had gone out on special occasions with
Joan wearing a sheer blouse and no bra were only distant memories now. Hal no
longer enjoyed watching her dress or undress just so that he could get a look at
her sexy undies. The final insult for Hal was that she wore only pantyhose. Joan
no longer even owned a garter belt or stockings or even thigh-highs. Hal wanted
to find a way to discuss Joan's wardrobe with her but he never could work up the
courage to do it. He tried buying her the kinds of sexier styles that he liked
but his gifts were greeted with such firm rebuke that he gave that up as a lost
cause. Perhaps, Hal thought as he pondered Joan's question, this is the
opportunity that I've been hoping for. "There is one thing though that maybe we
can talk about now that you've brought it up," Hal went on somewhat tentatively.
"What's that?" Joan asked. "What's the problem?" "Well, it's not a problem
really...it's just that you used to wear such sexy clothes. I wish you still
did," Hal confessed. "I've gotten older Hal. Women in their forties don't dress
like women in their twenties. Some of them try and they look pretty silly doing
it." "I agree that many of them shouldn't. In fact I don't mean you have to wear
the outrageous fashions that college girls wear today. But that doesn't mean you
have to dress like a dowdy old maid either." "Dowdy? Did you say dowdy? Is that
how you think I dress?" Joan asked with a tone of pain in her voice. "Do other
women your age dress like you do?" Hal asked trying to avoid a direct answer to
her question. "I don't think they do. I know some that are pretty sharp
dressers." "Such as?" Joan said. She started to ask Hal to name them and then
thinking about how well dressed Helen always seemed to be she thought better of
it. However, her curiosity got the better of her and she continued "By the way
what was Helen wearing last night..that is when she was dressed?..if she was
dressed?" "She had on a white cocktail dress. It was kind of sexy." "Well, a
slut would dress that way," Joan answered sarcastically. "Surely you don't think
I should dress like a slut, do you?" "No, of course not, but I don't think that
Helen looked slutty at all. In fact her dress would be quite appropriate at a
nice cocktail party. It was the sort of dress that you used to wear not too long
ago..and that I think you'd look fantastic in now. In fact I think you'd look
even better in it than Helen looked." It dawned on Hal that Joan equated looking
sexy with looking slutty. "Do you think that a woman who looks sexy is a slut?"
he asked. "Is that it?" "It depends on how old they are," Joan replied. "Older
women shouldn't look that way. At least that's the way I've been taught." "Whoa!
Wherever did you learn that? I think women should want to look and feel sexy
until the day they die..and I hope for you that's not for a long, long time."
"So tell me," Joan went on, "what was Helen's dress like? Was it super-short and
so tight she had to be peeled out of it? Is that what you liked about it?" She
remembered that she used to have a few dresses like that many years ago and Hal
really seemed to like them. "No, it was almost knee length and it did fit her
quite snugly but it wasn't like she looked poured into it or anything. It wasn't
anything extreme at all." "And you'd like for me to dress that way? Is that it?"
Joan asked hesitantly. She was beginning to see the light. Maybe she was going
overboard with this "dressing my age" bit. "And you don't think I'd look
ridiculous if I did?" she went on. "Not at all," Hal assured her. "You said
earlier that you thought Helen looked good and dressed well. Well I meant it
when I said I think you'd look even better. But dressing differently is not all
there is to it. I wish you thought of yourself as a sexy woman.. that you were
still interested in sex." "You mean you think I'd look good enough that a bunch
of men would want to spend the night using my body.. and that I'd want them to
do it?" Joan said with a rather mischievous grin. "I can't believe you said that
and I don't think that's what I had in mind but I'm sure that a lot of men would
jump at the chance," Hal replied. He hadn't thought about that possibility but
he was sure that he didn't want his wife doing anything like that. "If you feel
like that why haven't you ever said anything about it before. I mean why did you
have to go off and screw some other woman instead?" Joan asked again with a tone
of jealousy and hurt. "I've sure wanted too," Hal declared. "I've tried to think
of ways to get you to dress like you used for a long time. I didn't want to make
you angry or hurt your feelings so I guess I just kept my mouth shut. But I did
buy you the kind of things I wished you'd wear. You always returned them or just
put them away and never wore them. Do you remember that?" "Yes, I remember. I
didn't think you were serious. I thought this was some sort of practical joke or
something. Some of those things were pretty outrageous, you know." "Some of them
were," Hal admitted as he remembered the crotchless panties and the half-bra
that he bought her as a Valentine Day gift one year. He also bought a
micro-length skirt and a blouse that was so sheer that it hid nothing. He hadn't
really meant for Joan to wear them in public but he did fantasize about it.
"Most of them were pretty normal though," he continued. "I don't think knee
length skirts or frilly white blouses are anything that couldn't be worn in
public. In fact you used to wear a lot shorter skirts and much more sheer
blouses. And you also used to wear garter belts and sexy panties and bras like
the ones I bought you last year." "I guess," Joan said skeptically. "Maybe I've
gone a bit overboard but I'm not sure how comfortable I'd be if I changed that
much. I'll have to think about it." "I sure wish you would," Hal concluded. "I
sure wish you would." The subject was dropped at that point. Hal was delighted
that the episode hadn't gotten more ugly than it did. In fact it seemed to him
that there might be a very positive outcome if Joan was willing to act on their
discussion. He wasn't sure what to do next but wisely decided to let Joan make
the next move or reintroduce the issue when she was ready. The next Monday night
Hal was sitting in their study watching the football game when Joan came in and
announced "I went shopping today on my lunch hour. Would you like to see what I
got?" At first Hal was annoyed at the interruption but the possible significance
of her announcement suddenly hit him. "Sure, I'd love to," he replied. "I hope
this means what I think it means," he thought to himself. "OK, just a minute,"
she said as she turned and went back to their bedroom. Hal returned to watching
the game. His back was to the door so he didn't see Joan's return. "Well, what
do you think?" she said. Hal turned and couldn't believe his eyes. Here was his
still sexy wife in the sort of outfit that she used to wear. She had on a
pleated plaid skirt that ended just above the knee. Her white blouse was so
sheer that he could see the sexy lace bra under it. "WOW! It's fantastic!" he
exclaimed. "You look like a million." "That's not all," Joan said. "Want to see
the rest?" "Sure," Hal replied. Joan lifted her skirt to reveal stocking tops.
Then she pulled it higher until Hal could see that she was wearing a garter belt
and panties that matched the bra. The lace on the panties was sheer enough that
he could see the shadow of her brown beaver within. "Do you like it?" Joan
asked. "Like it? I LOVE it! Sweetheart, you are the sexiest woman alive. I hope
you're ready for the consequences of how much I like it," he said as he got up
and swept her up in his arms. "Hal, what are you doing?" she asked with a
giggle. "You'd better get out of those things if you don't want them messed up,"
he advised as he laid her down on their bed. "You're about to get the best
fucking you've had in a long time." Hal never did watch any more of the football
game. He and Joan fucked and sucked each other more that night than they had in
the last two months. The next morning Joan was awakened to find Hal about to
slip his hard cock back into her cunt for the third fuck in the last few hours.
"Whatever has gotten into you?" she asked. "Does that mean that you like my new
clothes?" "Do I ever," Hal replied. "Thank you sweetheart for getting them."
"Well, I certainly do like the result and I must admit I'm surprised at how it's
made me feel. I feel like a new woman. There is one problem though." "What's
that?" "That stuff was expensive," she replied. "I mean the lingerie cost a
fortune. I don't think I can afford to buy much of it." "If that's what's
holding you back from always dressing like that it's no problem. I'll buy you
all of the new stuff that you want. In fact I'd be delighted to do it. Just
shopping for it should be a lot of fun." The next weekend Joan and Hal went
shopping. Joan's new wardrobe cost Hal nearly $3,000 but he was delighted with
the result. Joan modeled each outfit for him and every one of them was stunning.
He was married to a new person. Joan's appearance wasn't the only thing that
changed. She acted like a different person. She began to flirt with him and
tease him sexually. She acted like the woman he remembered from a few years ago.
Everything between them went wonderfully for about a month. Their sex life had
taken on new life and this made them both a lot happier and more vibrant. Then
suddenly one Friday night things changed dramatically. Late in the afternoon
Joan called Hal at his office and said she would be coming home late. Something
had come up at her office and her boss wanted her to stay late to help take care
of it. She apologized and said she'd be home as soon as she could. Hal
immediately became suspicious. In all of her five years at this job Joan had
never worked late on a Friday and whenever she worked late on other nights she
knew about it a day or two ahead of time. "What is going on?" he wondered
anxiously. He had no choice but to wait and see. Hal waited nervously at home
for Joan to arrive. She hadn't said how long she'd be working so he had no idea
when to expect her but when 9:00 pm came and went he started to get really
worried. "I wish she'd call to say she's alright," he said to himself. "Maybe I
should call her." He tried calling her office but there was no answer. This made
him even more concerned. Finally just before 11:00 pm he heard Joan's car in the
driveway. He met her at the door. What he saw was a real shock. She looked like
she had been through a street fight. Her clothes were disheveled and her makeup
was smeared. Her hair looked like she hadn't brushed it in days. "Are you
alright?" he asked fearfully. "I was getting terribly worried." "Yes, I'm fine,"
Joan replied calmly. "In fact I'm terrific. I didn't mean to worry you, but I
just got laid. Now we're almost even." Hal couldn't believe his ears. "You
what?" "I just got fucked..and fucked really good. Don't I look it?" she went
on. "Yes, you sure do," Hal agreed. His heart sank as his wife announced her
infidelity. "But why did you do it?" he asked. "You did it first, remember?" she
answered. "I just wanted to try it to see what it's like..and to get even I
guess." "OK. OK, so I guess I deserved it, but who with? Who is the guy?" Hal
suddenly felt a great sense of curiosity about what Joan had just done. He also
sensed that he was getting aroused as he looked at her and realized what she had
just done. "It was Phil," she replied. "Holy shit! You mean you just fucked your
boss? That's unbelievable." "Yep, I just fucked my boss..and it was a lot of fun
too. A lot more fun than I ever would have imagined. Thank you for giving me the
idea," Joan answered with a laugh. "What do you mean 'giving you the idea'?" Hal
inquired. "I've never suggested anything of the kind." "No, of course you
didn't, but you did open up the subject of having sex with other people and the
more I thought about it the more I thought I should try it myself. You know that
up until tonight you were the only person I'd ever done it with. Now I know why
you really didn't act so sorry about having fucked Helen..and Vicki." "WHAT?
What do you mean?" Hal was shocked to hear Joan mention Vicki. He had been very
careful about not mentioning her. "How did you find out about that?" he asked.
"Helen told me," Joan replied. "I called her up last week because I was curious
about how she could have done something like that. She was surprised at first
that I knew about it but then she assumed that I knew everything. Obviously I
didn't..but I do now." "Oh no!" Hal moaned. He figured that now he was in really
deep shit and just when things were starting to go so well with him and Joan.
"Look, I'm sorry. I guess I felt that telling you about Vicki would just make a
mess even more complicated. I mean once I crossed the line and fucked another
woman the second woman didn't seem to make a lot of difference." "Well, I hope
you feel the same way about me because as I said, I'm ALMOST even. So far I've
fucked one other guy. I still have one more coming..pardon the pun." "Ya, I
guess," Hal said numbly. He was overwhelmed. His feelings were so confused he
didn't know what else to say. He was relieved that again he had dodged a bullet
because Joan hadn't been really angry even when she found out about Vicki. He
was also hurt that his wife had just let another man have her and that she
talked about doing it at least one more time. He also felt strangely turned on
by all of this. That is the part that confused him the most. "I'm going to go to
bed," he replied. "I've got to get some sleep and then we can talk some more
about this. OK?" "Sure sweetheart," Joan replied. Then she really surprised him
by giving him a kiss and saying "I love you Hal." Although Joan fell asleep
quickly Hal found himself tossing and turning as his mind churned over the
revelation of Joan's adultery. His restlessness woke Joan who asked what the
problem was. When Hal told her that he couldn't seem to relax and go to sleep
she offered a solution. "I'll bet a nice blowjob will help you relax." With that
she moved down and gave him one of the best blowjobs he could ever remember
getting. When he came Joan eagerly swallowed every drop and then licked him
clean as was her custom. "There darling. I hope you're better now. You know I
had almost forgotten how much I love the taste of cum. I didn't know until
tonight that not all cum tastes alike. I wonder if every man tastes different,"
she concluded as she turned over to go to sleep. The next morning both Hal and
Joan seemed reluctant to start a conversation. They were both thinking about
what Joan had done the night before and neither of them were very clear yet as
to how they felt about it. Joan's feelings vacillated between guilt and delight.
Hal's feelings varied from anger and hurt to arousal. The fact that he found
himself getting turned on at the same time he was feeling upset really puzzled
Hal. His mixed feelings ultimately converged in a need to know more about what
happened. "So tell me what happened last night," he finally began. "I mean where
did you two go?" "Well, we went to Phil's house," Joan answered. "His wife is
out of town for the weekend." "Jeez, don't you think that was kind of risky. I
mean what if a friend of theirs had stopped by..or his wife had come home
unexpectedly." "Maybe it was," Joan replied. "However at the time I didn't think
of any of that. I had gotten so turned on by the time we left the office that I
wasn't thinking about anything but fucking. I know that sounds shameful, but
it's true." "How did this all come about anyhow?" Hal pressed. "I mean after all
of this time how did the subject of sex between you two come up?" "Phil
immediately noticed my new wardrobe. I guess you were right about my having been
dowdy before. Phil said exactly the same thing, but he commented repeatedly
about how great I looked in my new clothes. You know how women are. His
compliments started to get to me. Then his remarks started to include my
lingerie. He could see several of my new bras beneath my new blouses. A few days
ago he began to wonder out loud if the rest of my lingerie matched my bras. At
first I responded by telling him he'd never know for sure. Then on Wednesday
when I was wearing the new sheer light blue set that you bought, he asked if I
wore pantyhose or stockings. I don't know what possessed me but I stood up in
front of his desk and pulled up my skirt. I had only intended to let him see my
stocking tops but I guess I went too far." "What happened?" Hal asked
impatiently. As he listened to his wife tell of her exploits showing her boss
her undies, Hal suddenly realized that he was getting very hard. He couldn't
wait to hear more. "Well, he said that he loved my panties and that he finally
confirmed that I was not a natural blonde. I was so embarrassed that I thought
I'd die. I had no intention of letting him see that much of me. My face must
have turned a thousand shades of red. He quickly said he was sorry for having
said that..but that he certainly wasn't sorry for what he had seen." "Then
what?" Hal again prompted. "Did he try to do anything?" "Not right away," Joan
continued. "I must have stood there in a daze for a few seconds because I
remember suddenly realizing that I still had my skirt pulled up. I quickly
dropped it and turned to leave his office. As I did so I noticed that my pussy
was soaking wet. Just as I was about to open the door Phil came up behind me and
put his arms around me. I was so shocked I didn't know what to do. I just stood
there as he began to caress my breasts. I was about to object and dash out the
door when my remaining resolve vanished. I let him feel me and then he ran one
of his hands down and reached under my skirt to rub my pussy through my
panties." "Oh my gawd," Hal exclaimed. "That's unbelievable. What happened then?
Did he fuck you?" "No. He did work his fingers inside of my panties and ran them
up and down my slit before he got one of them up inside me. Meanwhile I could
feel his hard cock pressing against my ass. I knew that we were both ready, and
I was thinking about pulling up my skirt and just bending over so that he could
take me from behind when one of the office clerks knocked on his door." "Darn,"
Hal exclaimed. "Bad timing!" "Yes it was," Joan replied, "but why do you say
that? Did you want him to fuck me?" "I guess I did? I mean I don't know what I
wanted. Look I don't understand this but what you're telling me has me so
excited right now that you're about to get fucked." With that Hal turned Joan so
that she was facing away from him and toward the kitchen table. He pressed her
forward until she was face down on the table. Then he threw her skirt up over
her back and quickly slipped down her panties. He now had easy access to his
wife's hot wet cunt and he wasted no time in filling it with his hard cock. "Is
this what you wanted him to do to you before someone came to the door?" he asked
as he pushed all the way into her. "Yes, that's it," Joan murmured breathlessly.
"Fuck me Hal darling. Fuck me." Hal knew it wouldn't take him long to cum. He
hoped that he could make Joan cum too so he reached down and started to rub her
clit with his finger. He could feel his cock pumping in and out of her pussy.
His efforts were successful and Joan came moments before he dumped a hot load of
cum deep in her belly. He stood motionless for several seconds and then slowly
withdrew. As his cockhead popped out of her opening he saw a stream of his cum
following it. He must have cum a gallon. "Oh Hal, that was a wonderful
surprise," Joan cooed. "I love you darling." "I love you too sweetheart," Hal
replied. "Does that mean that you're not mad at me about last night?" Joan
continued. "I know I really shouldn't have done that, but I guess this time it
was me that sort of got carried away." "No, strangely I don't feel mad at all.
In fact I find the whole thing very exciting. Did you say that you planned on
doing it again?" "Well, I said I had one more time coming to make us even," Joan
replied. "I certainly don't have anything specific planned. Why do you ask?"
"Because I'm thinking I might sort of like it if you did. I mean I wouldn't want
you sneaking around on the side but I really got excited when you told me about
Phil. Do you understand?" "I sure don't. I don't understand it at all..but I
sure did enjoy the result just now. And I have to admit that I enjoyed fucking
Phil. Having a strange cock was a lot more fun than I ever would have guessed.
If you really mean that you want me to fuck Phil again or to fuck some other
guy, I guess I'd be willing to oblige. Maybe Helen isn't as crazy or perverted
as I thought." Hal and Joan didn't discuss the matter again that weekend but
they did have some terrific sex on both Saturday and Sunday nights. Hal made a
passing comment on Monday morning that Joan should be sure to wear her sexiest
underwear to work to keep her boss happy but Joan didn't take much notice. "I
doubt that Phil will say anything more to me about it," she said. "He's had me
and now he's satisfied. He just wanted a conquest..another notch on his pistol
so to speak. The women at the office have said for a long time that Phil has a
goal of fucking every woman at the company. Now he can add me to his list and
he'll go on to the next one. I'm sure there are several there who he hasn't
nailed yet." "Maybe, but I'll bet you're wrong. I think you are so much better
in bed than any of the others that he'll want to make fucking you a regular
habit." "It's a bet," Joan replied as she walked out the door. She was soon to
find out how wrong she was. She had just sat down at her desk when Phil called
her into his office. "Panty check," she approached his desk. "What?" Joan asked
in disbelief. "What do you mean?" "I mean I want to see what sort of panties you
have on today? I really loved the ones you had on last Wednesday and Friday.
They were really sexy. So let me see what the ones are like that you have on
today?" "Phil! I'm shocked! What sort of woman do you think I am? Just because I
got carried away and let you have your way with me last week doesn't mean that
I'll let it happen again." "Oh, come on Joan. Cut the righteous indignation. You
enjoyed every minute of our fun last week. You can't deny that, and besides you
were the one who stood in front of me and lifted up your skirt to show me your
goodies. I didn't ask you to do that. You just did it and doing it made your
pussy so wet that a guy could have drowned in it." "Well, ah..ahh..ahh..it's not
wet now," Joan said as she tried to regain her composure. "In fact not only am I
not turned on but I'm really pretty angry about this." "Joan, you sexy slut,
I'll make you a bet," Phil said as he reached for his wallet. "I'll bet you $100
that your cunt is dripping right now. If it's not, you can keep the money. If it
is I get to fuck you right here right now." Joan didn't know what had come over
her. She was sure that her pussy was very wet right now. She didn't want to
admit it to Phil..or perhaps even to herself, but this conversation had gotten
her very excited. "You're on," she said. "I'll go to the bathroom and check.
Then I'll come back and collect." "Oh no you don't," Phil objected. "I'll be the
judge. Come on over here so I can check for myself. In fact why don't you take
off your panties. You won't want them on when I'm fucking you anyhow." As if she
were having an out-of-body experience Joan saw herself bend down and slip off
her panties. Then she walked around the desk and stood beside Phil's chair. Phil
slowly ran his hand up her leg. Joan felt chills running up her spine as he got
close to her pussy. When he touched her lips she jumped. Then she felt his
finger slip into her slit. She knew she was dripping wet. Phil was going to fuck
her again. "Just as I thought Joan. Your cunt is ready." Then he slid his finger
down her slit and slowly inserted it into her opening. He gently began to finger
fuck her while he rubbed her clit with his thumb. Then he removed his hand and
put his finger in his mouth and licked her juices from it. "Joan, you are
delicious. I am going to eat your hot pussy before I fill it. Sit up here on the
desk," Phil instructed. Again Joan silently obeyed. She suddenly found herself
sitting on her boss's desk with her feet resting on the arms of his chair. Her
knees were spread and bent. Her cunt was open and ready for his enjoyment. She
quickly learned that her boss was an expert at cunnilingus. He ran his tongue
gently around all of the sensitive parts of her pussy taking special effort when
he found her clit. In just a few minutes she felt she was about to cum as he
fucked her with his fingers and nibbled on her clit. "Ooooh, Phil. Ohhhh! You
are so good. That feels so nice." Then Joan's body shook as she came for the
first time that morning. Before he let her leave his office he had eaten her to
a second climax and then brought her to a third with his cock. He dumped an
enormous load of cum into her cunt and then made her put on her panties. He said
that she couldn't clean her pussy up until she got home. Joan wondered if he
suspected that Hal knew about them or if he was trying to humiliate Hal by
sending his wife home with a load of cum in her. As soon as Joan got back to her
desk she called Hal at his office. "Oh, hi sweetheart," he said when he realized
who it was. "Is everything alright?" "Yes dear. Everything's fine," she replied.
"I just wanted to let you know that you were right." "Oh, is Phil interested in
getting into your pants again?" Hal asked. "He already has," she replied. "I
wasn't here 15 minutes before he was eating me on his desk. Then he fucked me.
He wants to talk to me again before I leave tonight..and in the meantime he
won't let me clean up my messy pussy until I get home." "That sounds fantastic,"
Hal said as he felt his cock begin to throb. "I can't wait to hear all about it.
But tell me, did you enjoy it?" "Yes, it was fun but I don't want Phil to know
exactly how much fun. I'm afraid things could get complicated here if this
becomes a regular thing. I mean I'm sure I must have a 'freshly fucked' look
about me." "I'd like to see that," Hal responded. "Wow, my horny wife just got
laid again..and I love it. I can't wait to see you at home but I have to run
now. I'm late for a meeting." "Bye dear." That night Hal couldn't wait to find
out the juicy details from Joan. He met her at the door and as they kissed
'hello' he reached down to feel her pussy. Her panties were a gooey wet mess
just as she had said. "Wow, is this all still there from this morning?" Hal
asked. "No. He did me again tonight just before I left," Joan answered. "I've
got so much cum in me that I was afraid I'd have a spot on my skirt that could
be seen for blocks. Fortunately I wore a light color today and maybe it doesn't
show that much." "Ahh," Hal gasped. He couldn't believe how things had
progressed. Here stood his formerly reserved wife who had apparently lost
interest in sex. Her boss had fucked her twice today and her cunt was full of
his cum and she was telling her husband all about it. "I want to hear every
detail," he prompted. "What happened? What did he say? Joan recounted the day
blow by blow. Hal nearly came when she described being fucked and eaten on her
boss's desk. Then Joan told him the most amazing news of all. "This afternoon
Phil and I worked out a deal..that is if it's OK with you." "What sort of deal?"
"He offered me an instant raise of $500 per month. He would get the right to
inspect my panties every day when I arrive for work. At least once a week he
will bring me some new panties which I am to put on and model for him. Then he
would have the right to get into them as many times that day as he likes." "Holy
shit! That sounds incredible. The money is great but how do you feel about the
sex?" Hal asked. "Well, this would only be for three months and then we'd talk
about it again but the raise would be permanent. I think I'd like it though.
Phil is a good lover and I found out today that he really knows how to eat
pussy." "Wow, I don't believe it. Did you accept?" Hal asked. "I told him I'd
have to think about it and talk it over with you." "You said what?" Hal asked in
disbelief. "I said I'd have to talk to you about it. Oh, I told Phil right up
front that you knew all about last Friday and that I'd even called you after he
fucked me this morning. At first he seemed kind of pissed off about that, but
when he realized that you liked the idea he calmed down. In fact as I left he
said to tell you thank you for being so generous with me. He thinks you're a
'hell of a good sport'." "A good sport? Is that what I am? Well maybe so but I
am having one hell of a good time at it. I do have one request though. Why don't
you bring Phil home sometime and fuck him here so I can watch. I could just hide
in the closet so he wouldn't even have to know about it. What do you think?"
"Sweetheart, if that's what you'd like I'll do it..or at least try. I'm not sure
how comfortable I'd be knowing you're watching but I guess I can live with that.
There is one more thing I need to tell you about, however." "What's that?" Hal
asked. "Well, Phil says that one of his old college buddies is coming into town
tomorrow and he wondered if I'd be willing to show the guy around town tomorrow
night." "Holy shit!" Hal exclaimed. "I assume that means going to his room and
screwing him, right?" "Yes," Joan said as she blushed. "I know it sounds
disgusting, but remember I still have one more coming." "Yes, I guess you do,"
Hal agreed as he felt his cock getting hard again. "If you're going to start
behaving like that, maybe we should join that club," he continued thinking of
the fun he could have with some of the other wives. "Funny you should say that,"
Joan replied, "when I talked to Helen Spencer the other day she asked if we
might be interested in joining the club. I told her that we'd been asked before
and weren't interested but that maybe things were different now. I said I'd talk
to you about it. What do you think?" "Well things sure are different now. I
think it would be a lot of fun..for both of us. I'd love to see you get sold to
some other guys..maybe you could even have a gang bang..and I'd love to buy a
wife or two myself. Let's do it." "Great. I'll call her tonight," Joan replied.
She felt her pussy getting hot again at the mention of a gang bang.
The End
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