Acts of Infidelity - Knowing Nancy

I liked to call her before I came over, telling her to get naked so that when I arrived she would be ready to fuck. Most times she would just have on a robe. When I came in, she would drop it and be naked, ready and very willing. Other times we would meet in a local park or perhaps meet somewhere private and drive around making out and touching each other.

Once I stopped by without calling. Surprised but unfazed, Nancy led me into the house then called her husband on the phone to make sure he was at work. As she was talking to him, I slowly and silently stripped her naked, watching her nipples harden and her slit begin to glisten as I prepared her to be fucked.

It was one of the hottest experiences of my life. I fucked her very hard as soon as she had hung up.

One day she gave me a blow job, which was very unusual for Nancy. I suspect she and her husband had never tried oral sex because the first time I went down on her in return, feeling those long, slender thighs either side of my face and that triangle of wispy curls under my tongue, she was incredibly nervous. It took several determined attempts before she finally relaxed enough to let me bring her to climax.

To my shame, the thought that I was cheating on my wife either did not occur to me, or if it did, I simply put it out of my mind and let the incredible sexual adventure continue.

Then one day when I called, I could tell that something had changed. Nancy seemed upset, but she still invited me over. I arrived and she was indeed quite different; no nakedness, no flirting, no kissing, definitely no fucking.

I asked her what was wrong. She told me it was Stewart; that he wanted to break up with her.

"Stewart?" I asked, astonished. "Break up? You mean..."

Nancy nodded, telling me to my astonishment that she and Stewart were lovers and had been for a year. This shocked me. Like most men, I had a considerable ego where women were concerned so had naturally assumed I was the only man desirable enough to become lover.

She was clearly distressed, so I sat next to her, put my arm around her and asked her to tell me everything; to let it all out. Over the next tear-filled hour, the story emerged. I can say without exaggeration that I was truly shocked.

It all began a year before with Sharon. Despite her obvious infatuation with him, Sharon had not succumbed to Stewart's continued advances and considerable charm. Instead, she appeared to have defended her honour by offering Nancy as a kind of decoy or surrogate, persuading her to flirt and lead Stewart on instead.

Nancy had cautiously followed her friend's urging and a sexual frisson had grown between her and Stu.

Encouraged by this, Sharon had taken things further. Sometimes, when Stewart had an afternoon off, she would invite him over for coffee, coincidentally inviting Nancy at the same time. During the afternoon, Sharon would deliberately direct the conversation towards how, as a result of her

background and rather boring husband, Nancy knew very little about men and relationships.

Stewart would then help by explaining what he could from a man's point of view, seamlessly joining his co-conspirator in a deliberate attempt at seduction; an attempt that slowly began to succeed.

Before many afternoons had passed, Sharon had persuaded Nancy to kiss her in front of Stewart. If her husband was right, the two had kissed many times before, but not with an unfamiliar audience. Nancy apparently agreed and the two had made out on the couch with Stu watching.

From there it had been logical to suggest that she kissed him as well, in order to 'broaden her experience' with men.

Nancy had been reluctant at first but was no match for the persuasive power of both her friends combined, and had eventually, cautiously agreed. Encouraged, and sitting next to her on the couch, Stewart leaned towards her and their lips touched.

Nancy had been surprised by the unfamiliar feeling of his lips on hers but after a shaky, nervous start, she began to relax and in a short while, both were enjoying the new experience. Lips soon became mouths; mouths opened and became tongues. Tongues quickly built in heat and passion until soon Nancy and Stewart were making out enthusiastically while Sharon watched.

Nothing more serious happened that day, but when they all parted, the groundwork had been laid for next phase in the seduction plan.

This stage of the plan mostly involved Sharon. During the many hours the two girls spent together, Sharon had already established that her naïve friend did not even know what masturbation was, and most certainly had never done it.

So, taking the lead as usual and building on her experience with her roommate, Sharon casually, jokingly showed Nancy what parts of herself to touch and how to touch them.

As any boy who has ever properly fingered a girl and any girl who has been fingered herself can testify, the effect of expert fingers on the recipient can be profound. What happened to Nancy was nothing short of a revelation. As first Sharon's and then her own fingers played with the collection of sensitive places between her thighs, the deeply-felt and intense joy of Nancy's first massive clitoral orgasms shook her both physically and emotionally.

Unsurprisingly, the innocent girl proved to be a good student and a quick learner, practicing on her own as well as with Sharon, slipping out of bed at night to bring herself to climax with remarkable

results.

In a short time, Nancy learned how to make herself cum, cum hard and cum often.

It was only a matter of time before the next move in her seduction was taken and she was persuaded to add fingering her make-out sessions with Stewart. The added excitement of feeling a man's touch on her most delicate parts produced results for that for Nancy were truly astounding.

From there it was a short step to the girls watching Stewart masturbating in front of them before returning the compliment by bringing both of them pleasure with his fingers.

From there the jump to full sex was inevitable. Stewart seduced, stripped and comprehensively fucked Nancy, giving her what was then the most intense sexual experience of her life. Drawing on his years of experience both inside and outside his marriage,it seems thefucking he delivered was so far beyond anything she had experienced with her husband - until then, her only lover - that it completely transformed herlove of and attitude to sex.

In other words, she couldn't get enough of it. Fortunately,Stewart was more than willing to fulfill her needs, at least at first.

Her marriage vows now in tatters, for Nancy the die was cast. Though both were married to other people, she and Stewart became a secret item, their passionate affair completely unknown by me or the rest of our group,

Sharon, the instigator of this adultery became their beard, letting them use her bedroom for their trysts. Once they were comfortable with what they were doing, they found their own places to meet in secret.

Nancy told me that once Stewart and Sharon had seduced her, he hadn't been fucking her for long before Stu realized how very naïve Nancy was and how little she knew about sex. Before Stewart, the only man she had ever had sex with was her husband. In fact, before Sharon, the only other sexual experiences she had had were with Robert and a few experiments with other girls while she was in school.

Then she told me how Stewart had insisted that Nancy must have more sexual experiences; that it wasn't right in this day and age for a girl to be so naive. After all, the fifties were over.

Bewildered by her first real orgasms, bewitched by her first adulterous lover and caught up in the unreality of her first real extramarital affair, Nancy had agreed.

To my horror, I learned how Stewart had then effectively become Nancy's pimp, sending her to friends and acquaintances house's all over the area so they could fuck her. At least partly in love with Stewart and believing it really was all for her own good, for the last six months, Nancy had trustingly gone to meet and be fucked by whoever he told her to.

I was stunned. As far as I knew, I was her only extra-marital lover.

She told me that at first it had been difficult, the more she did it, the easier it got. And she did enjoy the sex.

Sometimes she knew the guy. Other times she would travel to the house of someone she had never met before but who Stewart knew and wanted her to please. In either case, she would end up being fucked.

Stewart would explain to the guys what they could and couldn't do with her then check with Nancy when she was available. This was usually in the daytime when the kids were in school and her husband was at work, but she trusted Stewart; if he had set it up and told her it was okay, then it was okay.

So, like a good girl, off she went and was fucked.

Sometimes the guys she visited wanted to see her again. If this happened she would always have to check with Stu. If they did get to fuck her again he would set it up.

Sometimes one of Stu's friends would want her to fuck one of his buddies. Again, she would check. Stu would either say yes or no, but if it was yes, he would be the one who set up their date.

Over the next few visits, more of the story came out. I wasn't sure what to think.

On the one hand, Nancy was a newly-liberated woman who had discovered a deep love of sex and who was exploring that love with the help and guidance of a man who cared for her.

On the other hand, it could also look like she had become nothing but an unpaid whore, working for Stewart, her pimp. It's possible some of the guys did pay him to fuck her but there's no way of finding this out now and I couldn't mention it to Nancy then.

By the time she and I first fucked, Nancy had been visiting Stu and had been taught by him for many months. During that time she had been fucked by countless other men too. It was no wonder she was so energetic and confident with me.

I flatter myself that the only exception that I know of was me. As far as I know, Nancy never checked with Stu about me and he never called me to confirm I could go and fuck her. I was her choice.

After the first time we fucked, we chatted about when we could do it again. Both of wanted it. Nancy told me her husband went to work early and came home late in the afternoon. Her kids had to be in school by eight in the morning so I could call around nine o'clock.

If she was free, we would set up a time or a day.

Although I didn't know it then, she was still fucking guys for Stu when our affair started, so I had to make appointments like all the rest. For that reason, if our diaries did not match up, it might be a few weeks between fuck sessions.

Nancy said it that sometimes she would run into one of her fuck buddies when she was out with her husband. On one evening, there was a school function and a couple of guys she had fucked were there too. Each of them recognised Nancy but fortunately neither knew about the other.

After every date, she would go and visit Stewart before she went home so he could eat her cum filled pussy.

Oh yes, all the fucking was unprotected.

One afternoon when she arrived at the guy's house, she found there was not just one, but three men waiting for her. Up to then all her encounters had been one on one. They told her to strip naked in front of them. Nervously, she did. Then they all played with her naked body. Nancy said she was more turned on by them than ever before; six male hands were touching her, three mouths were kissing her, many strangers' fingers were in and on her pussy.

By the time they were all naked she was more than ready for them to fuck her, which they all did, in turn.

At least one of the men had called Stu when she left and told him how hot she had been. Afterwards, when she went to his place, Stu simply ripped her clothes off and fucked her hard before diving between her legs and eating her messy, well-used pussy.

It was then that I realized that, far from being a stud so desirable that sweet naïve Nancy couldn't resist me, for the last six months I had been just another cock with which a newly-created slut could broaden her experience.

In a way, I felt used just as I had thought I was using her. Or maybe it was all just Stewart's way of saying thank you for giving him a lift to work.

One thing that I am happiest about is that before, during and after all this took place, Nancy and I remained friends as well as lovers. We continued to be both for a long time after this revelation, meeting and fucking in the full knowledge of what Nancy had become.

Once our physical fun was over we had a chance to cuddle and chat about what Stewart had asked her to do and what she actually did. I think it was a kind of therapy for her, though she never expressed any regret for what had happened.

During one post-coital chat, she confessed that at the beginning she really had had no clue about masturbation. Sharon had first shown her how to do it; then Stewart had encouraged and coached her to the extent that with him, she found that she became excited watching a guy jack off too.

After that, she had no problem masturbating while someone watched her and had actually practiced masturbating in front of Stu. In these sessions, he would watch her technique and then give her advice and directions on how to have the best effect.

Aroused myself, I said I would like to watch her too.

Smiling, Nancy stripped fully naked and lay on the top part of her couch. It was a big and overstuffed; one leg went on the cushion side and the other to the floor, leaving her naked body on full display with her legs spread and her pussy totally exposed.

She started touching herself and running her hands over her body. I stripped naked and stroked as I watched as she slowly worked her body into greater and greater arousal, my own activity on my erect cock apparently exciting her almost as much as hers was exciting me.

When she came I came.

Afterwards she told me to fuck her and fuck her hard after her climax. Despite having just cum, I was so turned on that my cock remained erect. I thrust it into her pussy as violently as I could, urged on by her coarse words.

When I came for the second time it was almost painful, but I filled her pussy as she demanded.

Throughout the whole of our affair, Nancy was an enthusiastic fucker. Stu and his friends had clearly taught her well; any remaining shyness about being naked or fucking strangers had long gone; she liked both. Indeed, if the mood was right, she was the one who fucked me rather than the other way round. Some of our best dates were when we each tried to fuck the other. She liked to experiment too, and if I came up with something, she was up to give it a try.

She was always active. Never just laying back and letting it happen, Nancy participated fully and even gave directions or came up with something new to do.

She particularly liked doggy, something she had learned from one of Stu's friends. She became comfortable with blow jobs too and letting me eat her pussy, again it seems, from experiences she had with others.

The only thing that we did not try was anal. She told me she had done it with Stu and a few of his friends but it was not something she and I ever tried.

No, our fun thing was mutual masturbation. I loved it when she played with herself. Watching her face when she came was an incredible turn on; so incredible in fact that it could actually make me cum on its own.

And when I did cum this way, I used to shoot my semen on her body.

The fact that I wasn't a stranger; the fact that we knew each other and each other's spouses socially, made our fucking different from when she was with Stu's friends.

I know that Stu sometimes gave her instructions in how to fuck me too. This greatly added to her excitement, especially afterwards when she told him all about it and felt him eating my cum out of her pussy; something that Stu apparently did often.

I feel privileged to have known her -- in every sense of the word.

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So that's the true story of Nancy and the small part I played in a woman's sexual liberation.

Looking back on these exciting times can still make me hot and hard, even though I'm in my seventies now. I suppose everyone else is the same; those still alive that is.

In the end, Stewart did not finish with Nancy; quite the opposite in fact. When her kids were in college, he left his wife, Nancy left her husband and they moved in together in her own little house.

Strangely, after my physical relationship with Nancy ended, she and my wife remained friends. It was odd sometimes when the three of us were together, but I guess we knew it was all over.

Not so Nancy's dates. Old habits are not the only ones that die hard; new pleasures can be just as difficult to stop. Nancy told me that even after she had left Robert and was living with Stu, he still sent her out to his friends so they could fuck her.

After her experience with the three men, she told him that she had really enjoyed the experience so he began to arrange more three and foursomes for her too. Sadly I wasn't involved in those.

Nancy said she loved the summers when she and Stu would sail along the California coast. She once told me that when they got away from land, they would both strip naked. She loved to dive off the boat into the cool water, swim and climb back aboard, naked all the time with only the sun to dry her off.

Sadly they only had about fifteen years together before Stewart died of a heart attack, sailing by himself.

Nancy is now remarried, but I know she does not confine herself exclusively to her new husband. Fortunately he knows this, knew it before they were married and accepts it as being part of the magic of Nancy.

Robert got their house in the divorce and remarried a very conservative woman, also from New England. He lived the life he was looking forward to; go to work, come home, have a pipe of smoke, read the paper, have dinner, drink some wine and watch the telly with his wife.

In all, a very staid life that Nancy would have hated.. Sadly, Robert died when he was only sixty-two, out on a run when he collapsed and died alongside the road.

Stewart's wife remained in the family home. Despite her lack of sensuality, when he left her, Stu hinted that I should hit on her and see if I could loosen her up. I didn't have high hopes, but when she had some trouble with her lawn mower one day, I helped to get it started. I jokingly made some comment about liking to start her instead.

She gave me a look I can still see and feel today.

Sharon and Jim moved to L.A. where he got a job with a developer. Ironically, it was Jim who met another woman and had a year-long affair, rather than his sexually oriented wife. Afterwards, Sharon dated and tried to hook up but she was a little too melodramatic for any long time relationship.

They remained married for another twenty-five years but once their kids were grown up and gone, they got divorced. Sharon did not want to live with Jim any longer, saying he had just got nerdier with time and that did not sit well with her personality.

Jim is living with a woman in Minneapolis. Sharon remarried and moved to the City. In all this, I suppose Sharon was the puppet master, controlling people and leading them on. Or perhaps she was more of a catalyst; initiating the reaction but not taking part herself. Either way it would never have happened without her so we should be grateful.

I never found out if she knew about me and Nancy. I'm fairly sure she didn't know Stu was sharing her with his friends.

And me? Well, I'm still married to Sarah. In fact, we're celebrating our fiftieth wedding anniversary this year. We have two sons; both now well into adulthood and we are content together.