A Couple Love Their Colleagues

This story is about loving wives who love and are loved. It is neither a BTB story nor a cuckold humiliation story. If you are only interested in one of those please don't waste your time reading this one.

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Authors Note: The bulk of this story is set in the 1980s back when my real life wife and I were young enough to have carried out fantasies like those described. Sadly we didn't. Younger readers will not understand how much society and its mores have changed since then and even more from the time of the early part of the story. We were courting in the 1950's before the pill or any other easy access to reliable birth control was available and extra-marital sex was generally avoided for that good reason. This story is totally fiction.

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A Couple Love Their Colleagues

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My wife, Dorothy, and I, Donald Edwards, had a big surprise when we met up with friends at a social function arranged by my fellow teachers at the school in a Brisbane suburb where I teach.

Dorothy and I had had reasonably comfortable if not notable lives. We had met each other when she was still at Queensland University completing a science degree specialising in botany and I was doing an education diploma after completing a degree in mathematics and physics.

Although I had a strong sexual drive and had masturbated daily from as long ago as I could remember I had had almost no experience with girls before I met Dorothy. I was generally too shy to invite girls out. When I did I only asked girls I knew from Bible Class. With those girls I did take out I was too inhibited to make advances beyond, in a couple of cases, a chaste kiss and a hug. I occasionally wonder how different my life would have been if I had been a little more adventurous.

Although she was very attractive Dorothy was even less experienced than me, having been too shy to ever accept a serious date.

One day Dorothy and I found ourselves eating lunch next to each other in the University cafeteria and we got talking about nothing in particular. That was so pleasant that I started seeking her out at lunchtime for more and she didn't seem to object. After we got to know each other quite well I finally got up the courage to ask her out. She agreed. In a short time this became a regular thing. After a few months we were engaged.

Neither of us was particularly religious but we had both had respectable parents who had sent us off to Sunday School and then Bible Class. We both conformed to the repressive morals of the middle class of that time. We did all our courting before the pill changed everything. We slowly discovered the pleasures of necking and then petting. Although she was reserved at first, Dorothy became very enthusiastic. When we got to the stage where I would rub her between her legs until she came, and she would lovingly stroke my prick, she would cry desperately "I so want to feel it in me. I wish we could do it." But if I moved my hard prick toward her pussy she would say "No! We mustn't!" and I knew she was right and we didn't. She would stroke me until I came. Although we enjoyed our times together they ended with feelings of dissatisfaction and frustration. We did manage, with difficulty, to control ourselves. We were technically virgins when we married a year later, but only just.

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When Dorothy had finished her course she took a job as a botanist in a large nursery. She developed knowledge and skills in tissue culture which quickly got her a good reputation in the industry.

I went on to teach Mathematics, Physics and General Science in secondary schools. I have less in common with my pupils than the most popular teachers. My interests in science and technology and my total lack of interest in sports and the other popular enthusiasms of children made me a nerd before the term was invented. Nevertheless I am respected as a good teacher because I am good at explaining complex concepts and making subjects interesting.

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Despite our restraint before our marriage Dorothy and I quickly found after we were married that we both loved sex. The night we were married we did our usual petting until she cried as usual "I so want to feel it in me."

I teased her a little as I stroked her clitty. "Are you sure you really want it?"

"Yes! Please! Now!" as she pulled my prick towards her pussy.

I slid it in for the nicest feeling I had ever experienced. "Is this what you wanted?" I asked as I slid it a little way out again.

"Yes! More! More!"

We both thought it was wonderful. The relief after all those months of frustration was almost unbelievable. We soon discovered that the unrestrained fucking we could now allow ourselves was the greatest fun we ever had. We made love to each other almost every day and sometimes more than once. As often as not Dorothy initiated it. Within the constraints of our marriage we really enjoyed experimenting with different ways to give each other pleasure.

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In the twenty five years after we were married we had a daughter, Janet. She grew up with no serious problems. She did well at school and university and left home to live in Sydney to pursue her own career, life and relationships.

Dorothy's growing reputation had led to many advancements so that she was now head of the propagation department of a large nursery business and a person to whom others went for advice. As well as her professional work she was active in a garden club where her knowledge was well appreciated. She was often invited to speak at her own club and other clubs.

I was now Head of Mathematics at a moderately large Brisbane suburban high school. Although my specialities were mathematics and physics and I taught those subjects to senior classes, I was also required, as is normal in secondary schools, to teach general science and mathematics to some lower grade classes. In the same way the Head of Science, Helen Irwin, taught not only senior chemistry and biology but some junior mathematics and general science. As is usual in the staff rooms of secondary schools there was a slight, not serious, social divide between the teachers with a science background and those with arts and other qualifications. Those of us who taught science all got on well and discussed our experiences and problems. In particular Helen and I had a lot to do with each other as we shared the care of laboratories we both used and we advised each other when I had to teach science outside my speciality or she had to teach mathematics a little beyond her expertise. Our relationship was strictly professional but I was well aware that she was an attractive woman of similar age to myself. I liked her as well as respected her and I had the feeling she liked me.

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Dorothy and I continued to have a lot of fun in bed, particularly now that our daughter had gone and we had more freedom. We still had sex almost every day. We experimented with different positions and different places and even outdoors where there was a little added thrill from the danger of getting caught. We both enjoyed teasing each other by withholding sex for a while but neither of us could keep that up for more than a few minutes.

Neither of us had ever had sex with anyone else though we had both at various times had friends with whom we had done a bit of harmless flirting and kissing and cuddling. Recently that had become a common topic of conversation between us.

While we were snuggling together and I was stroking her all over and kissing her breasts I would ask "Don't you ever wonder whether you have missed out on something by never having had sex with anyone but me?"

"No." she would say "I am contented enough with just us. What about you?"

"You are the only one I have ever wanted." I would reply and I would play with her more seriously until I had my prick at her pussy and she was pulling me in.

On other occasions she would ask "Do you regret missing out on all those beautiful sexy women you might have had if you hadn't stuck with me?"

Sometimes, if I was in a teasing mood, I might say "Yes, but I guess I just have to put up with you" and then I would do my best to prove I was only kidding. More often I would reply "Of course not. To me, none of them are as sexy as you."

One night when we were teasing each other as usual I asked "You say you are contented enough never having fucked anyone else other than me but you must fantasise sometimes. Do you ever think about what it would be like with someone else?"

"Sometimes, but not seriously."

"Is there anybody in particular you fantasise about?"

"Not really."

"Absolutely no one?"

"Well perhaps, maybe, Harry."

"Aha! And who is Harry?"

"Harry is a landscape gardener in our garden club that I talk to sometimes. I don't think you have ever met him but he and I often come across each other at the various garden shows I go to."

"So what is he like, this Harry? Is he good looking? Does he flirt with you?"

"He's nothing special. Probably about your height or slightly taller. Healthy looking. Not fat or skinny. Reasonably handsome though not quite as good looking as you. Attractive. We get on well and have a lot to talk about together. He is interested in my knowledge of plant propagation and he tells me the characteristics he looks for in the different species he uses. He sneaks the occasional look at me like most men do but he is far too reserved and respectable to step out of line in that way. In any case I believe he is married although I have not met his wife and he knows I am married."

"And what about you? Do you flirt with him?"

"I like it when he looks at me and I give him a smile when I catch him at it but that's as far as it goes."

"But you have thought about what it would be like making love to him."

"Sometimes."

"Would you like him to kiss you like this?"

"Mmm-mmm."

I began playing with her breasts. "Would you like Harry to stroke and kiss your breasts like this?"

Dorothy was getting worked up. I stroked her clit. "Pretend that I am Harry. What would you like to do to me if I was Harry?"

"I would like to feel his cock and stroke it like this."

"I'm Harry. Tell me what to do." By now she was excited.

"Put it in me Harry. Please! Push it right in and fuck me hard until I cum and then cum in me." When I did just as she asked she screamed "Fuck me Harry!" as she came.

When we both calmed down a bit she became shy and ashamed of herself and was almost in tears. "I am so sorry Don. I got carried away when you egged me on. I didn't mean to hurt you by calling out Harry's name. I don't really want Harry rather than you. You are more than enough for me. I am sorry."

"Don't be sorry darling. It was fun. What's more" I told her truthfully "I found it even more exciting than usual. I loved it." We hugged each other and went off to sleep in each other's arms.

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The next night when we got into bed Dorothy was a bit tentative. "Are you sure what we did last night was all right?"

"It was great. We haven't had as much fun for quite a while. Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes, I did during the moment, but I am still a little concerned that it was not fair to you."

"No! I told you I found it exciting. If you enjoyed it we should do it again some time as long as it remains fantasy."

"Well fair's fair. I have told you who I sometimes fantasise about. Who would you like to make love to, besides me that is?"

"No one really."

"Who is the most attractive woman you know?"

"You're the most attractive woman I know. If I really had to pick a second best, Helen, the chemistry and biology teacher I discuss things with, is attractive. I think she likes me but it has never gone further than a comfortable working relationship. I don't think of her in that way."

"Come now Don! She's a woman and you're a man. You can't tell me that, given you have so much to do with her, you haven't occasionally thought about what she would be like in bed. Does she have a husband or a boyfriend? What does she look like? Is she short or tall? Is she fat or skinny? Is she sexy? Does she have little boobs or big ones? I bet you have noticed her boobs."

"Well, as I say, she is attractive. I think she is married but I don't know for sure. She would be a little shorter than you and slightly more rounded but not overly so. For school she dresses conservatively to avoid appearing sexy. To the extent that I can tell, looking at her in those clothes, she has nicely shaped breasts, not particularly large but perhaps slightly bigger than yours. Yours are beautiful and quite large enough. Like you, she is definitely more attractive than average, at least to me."

"Right Don! Pretend that I am Helen. Give Helen a hug the way you might like to and kiss me." I hugged her and kissed her.

"Would you like to know what I look like under my clothes?" asked Dorothy as she pulled her nighty off over her head. "Look at my beautiful boobs. Imagine they are Helen's. Play with them and kiss them."

I thought about what I could remember of Helen's breasts as I played with Dorothy's. Dorothy got excited. She said "Now pretend I am Helen, and she wants to fuck you, and do me the way you would like to do her."

I did. It was fun. We both enjoyed the game.

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From then on playing the game fantasising about Harry and Helen became part of our life together. When Dorothy felt a little bored she might say "I want Harry tonight. I need a fuck, Harry. Come and fuck me, Harry" and I would, or, I might ask her to be Helen, or sometimes we would pretend to be Harry and Helen and imagine what they might do in bed together. It added to our fun.

This did have some consequences in our real lives. I found myself having inappropriate thoughts about Helen at inappropriate times when I should have been paying full attention to what she was saying or what we were doing. I would find myself wondering what it would really feel like to give her a hug and a passionate kiss, or how she would react if I did, or just what her breasts would look like without clothes. Sometimes I would have to ask her to repeat what she had just said when I realised my thoughts had strayed from the subject. If I happened to come up beside her when she was sitting down I would find myself trying to peek down her shirt. She caught me doing that once, much to her and my embarrassment. I had to be a lot more careful with my behaviour and thoughts when I was around her which, for me, took something away from the easy going relationship we had had before.

One late afternoon after school, long after everybody else had left, Helen and I were together having successfully finished a project that we had both been working on for some time. We were tired but happy. As we were locking up and leaving, we accidentally bumped into each other and I, on the spur of the moment, gave in to temptation. I put an arm around her, swung her round and kissed her. For a split second she didn't seem to mind. Then I woke up to how inappropriate this was and we pushed each other away. I shamefacedly said "I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that" while she said "Naughty! Naughty!" but with a slight grin on her face. I felt a little awkward when we met the next day but she just smiled at me and we carried on as usual.

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Dorothy was invited to participate in a weekend workshop being organised by the combined garden clubs of Townsville, around 1,100 kilometres (700 miles) away. To be there in time for her roles in the programme she would need to stay in Townsville for the Friday and Saturday nights. She was keen to go as she would be socialising with people she liked and it would enhance her reputation. I encouraged her to go but I had other commitments that weekend so I couldn't go with her.

I said "I'll miss you. Is this Harry of yours going to be there?"

"He's not my Harry, and I don't know. It is likely as he is often invited to things like that. It would be good to spend some time with him but I will miss you, particularly at night in a lonely bed."

"If you get too lonely in bed, ring me up."

To get a comfortable flight Dorothy had left before I got home from school on the Friday. Late that night she rang me just after I got to bed. "I'm sitting in my hotel bed all lonely and wishing you were here".

"How have things gone. Did you have a good flight?"

"Yes everything was fine but now I am lonely without you."

"Have you met up with good company? Is Harry there and have you met up with him?"

"Actually Harry was on the same flight so we sat together and talked. It turned out we were both booked into the same hotel where the workshop is to be held starting in the morning so we had dinner together. After dinner we talked some more in the lounge before we parted to go to our separate rooms. He is a nice guy and we had a lot of common interests to talk about."

"Did you flirt?"

"No, we were just friendly but I was tempted. Now I can't sleep as I need to cum. I want you to make love to me Don."

"Don't you wish you were with Harry?"

"No Don! I don't want Harry! I want you! Imagining making love to Harry is only fun to do when you and I are together."

"What will happen tomorrow night if you find yourself with Harry in the evening and he starts flirting with you? He might feel he has a rare chance to seduce you. Might you be tempted to go to bed with him if he tried?"

"No way!" I might want to but I won't. It is you I love. It's fun imagining sleeping with Harry but in reality it would hurt you and I wouldn't want to do that."

"I guess so Dot, but as long as you still loved me I am not sure that I would be that upset if you had sex with him and told me about it. Hearing about it might even be exciting."

"Don! Please! Stop talking about Harry! I want you to make me cum. I have lifted my nightie up around my neck so you can look at my boobs. What are you doing?"

"I am imagining your breasts in front of me. I am leaning over to suck your left breast. I am holding my prick in my hand and rubbing it and pretending it is your hand. I want to rub your clitty. Rub your breast with one hand and your clitty with the other for me."

There was silence for a while broken only by the sound of slurping and groaning. Then she said "Tell me about your cock."

"It's long and thick and hard and it wants to be in you."

"My swollen wet pussy wants it in me. I want to feel you push it in me now!"

"Put your fingers in and pretend it's my prick. I'm pushing my prick through my hand as if it was your pussy and I am about to cum."

"I can feel your cock going in and out and I am going to cum. Oh! Oh! I'm cumming. What about you?"

"I have sprayed all over the place. Are you OK now?"

"I am fine. I'm ready to sleep now. Good night Don."

The next night the phone call was rather more frantic. "Don please fuck me. I want you to fuck me now! Don't bother with any foreplay. I need you to tell me you are forcing your prick in and out of me so I cum."

"What brought this on?"

"I have been naughty and I need you to fuck me."

"Were you naughty with Harry? Did you fuck him?"

"We didn't actually fuck but we nearly did."

"Tell me what happened."

"Well we had a good day and then a good dinner as part of the event. After the locals went home there was just the two of us left together. We decided to go for a walk. We went down and along the beach. We started holding hands. It was nice. At one point he gave me a quick hug and a kiss. That was nice. When we got back to the hotel we went up to the corridor where both our rooms are and we stopped outside my room. We hugged and kissed passionately. I could feel him up against me and I am sure he could feel me. I was excited and I could tell he was. I wanted him inside me. I said 'We have got to stop this but I don't want to.' He said 'I don't want to stop either but my wife and I have never been unfaithful to each other and I don't want to start now.' I said 'In that case you had better go to your room quickly while we are still under control.' I rushed in to my room and shut the door before we could change our minds.