Adventures in Open Marriage

As I continued to taste her, I undressed myself, hastily tossing my clothes to unknown darkened corners of her bedroom. I began using my fingers along with my tongue, and this seemed to push her over the edge, as she flailed on the mattress beneath her. Oddly, she remained eerily silent, eliciting only a faint moan.

She pulled me on top of her, and I rubbed my cock along her wet slit. She kissed me with urgency, grabbed my hips, and pulled me inside her. She kissed me again, and her lips melted in my mouth as I slowly pushed deeper inside her. Her pussy was warm and wet, and I easily slid my full length inside her with one movement.

I pumped my cock in out of her, slowly at first, but then quicker and harder. Her soft moaning grew slightly louder, and she spread her legs, allowing me to get deeper. The wetness of her pussy created a delicious sloshing sound that filled the room.

And then...there was an urgent knock on her bedroom door.

"Linda? Are you okay in there?"

Her elderly mother must have been awoken in the middle of the night by the sound of Linda's bed creaking and the thud of the headboard against their bedroom wall. I had no idea what to do. My first instinct was to duck for cover behind her bed. As I did so, Linda suppressed a burst of laughter. She rose from the bed and stood next to the door, still giggling.

"Everything is fine, Mom," she said. "Go back to bed."

She returned to the bed, still giggling uncontrollably.

"I'm glad you think it's funny," I whispered as I came out of hiding. "She scared me to death."

"It's fine," she said. "You can come out of hiding now."

After all the commotion, I had completely lost my hard-on. It didn't take long for Linda's expert mouth to bring me back to fullness, however. We eventually resumed where we had left off before the interruption. This time, I took extra care to ensure that I didn't make too much noise. The fact that I had to be slower and more methodical only seemed to heighten our arousal and the intensity of our pleasure.

After an extended session of deep and slow fucking, I unloaded deep inside her. I could tell that she hadn't finished yet, but I couldn't hold out any longer. I offered to take care of her, but she insisted that she was satisfied.

After dressing, I asked Linda to make sure the coast was clear before I scurried out of the bedroom and to my waiting car.

The following morning, I related my evening's exploits to Sabrina, and she burst into laughter. She was thrilled that I had found someone to play with, and I sensed that it gave her justification for continuing to play on her own.

I got together with Linda two weeks later, and enjoyed a similar experience, but without the intruding mother at the door. Over the next several weeks, I met with Linda and Dan on occasion. Sometimes, we would simply meet at a bar for drinks and dancing. Other times, we would wind up back at their place, and Linda and I would end up in bed together. At no time was Dan ever present in the room with us; and for that, I was grateful.

Over time, we got together less and less often. Although Linda always seemed to enjoy being with me, both in and out of the bedroom, I sensed that she was drifting away for reasons only she could explain. Oddly enough, Sabrina began drifting away from Frank at around the same time. I soon discovered that part of the reason for her growing disinterest in Frank was that Sabrina had discovered a new interest.

***

I sat at my desk one afternoon, responding to one dull e-mail after another, when I received a phone call from Sabrina. It was rare to receive a call from her in the middle of her workday, so I answered immediately.

"He knows," she said in a hushed tone.

"Who knows?" I responded. "And what does he know?"

"Roberto," she said. "He knows about me. About us. Everything."

It took a moment for me to process what she was saying. Roberto was her co-worker, and she had mentioned him a few times before. She had a thing for bald guys like him, and she had made a few off-hand remarks to me over the years that she had a "crush" on him. He flirted with her relentlessly, but because he was a co-worker, she declared him to be "off-limits." She felt that it would be far too awkward, and cause too many potential problems, to get involved with a co-worker, and I agreed.

"What do you mean he knows everything?" I asked.

"He said something this morning about seeing me online. I asked what he meant, but he just smiled, and was really evasive. So I asked him again this afternoon, and he mentioned our checkered curtain and my dress with all the holes in it."

I knew that dress well. She wore it in one of my favorite photos of her, and it was the photo we chose as our profile picture for our swingers website. In that photo, she was standing in our bedroom, in front of our checkered curtain, striking a sexy pose. Her long, red hair hid her face, and she had pulled down the top of her dress to reveal her ample breasts, which she held in her hands. She wore a clingy black dress that had holes strategically cut into it to reveal bits and pieces of her porcelain skin. I wasn't much of a photographer, but I considered that photo to be a true masterpiece.

"How does he know it's you?" I asked. Her hair intentionally covered her face in the photo to hide her identity.

"Oh, he knows. Trust me. He put two and two together."

"So then he's a member of the website, too?" I asked.

"Yeah, I guess so," she said. "What do I do?"

"What do you mean? Don't do anything."

"But he knows. And he wants to talk about it."

She agreed to have a late lunch with him that day to discuss their common interest away from the prying ears of their co-workers.

"Nothing is going to happen," Sabrina assured me. "I will keep my pants on, I promise."

"Honey," I said, "you know you can if you want to."

"Yeah, I know," she said, "but it would just be way too weird to hook up with someone at work. I don't want to go down that road."

We left the conversation there, and I didn't think much of it for the rest of the day. At around three o'clock, Sabrina phoned me.

"Hi, honey," she said. "I'm just calling to let you know I'm just leaving now. I should be home in about half an hour."

"Wow," I replied. "I expected you to be home by now. Everything okay?"

"Yeah," she said. She sounded strange.

"How did your talk with Roberto go?"

"Well...I kept my pants on," she said with a hint of naughtiness.

Instantly, I became aroused. I honestly didn't expect anything to happen during their friendly chat. And yet, this cryptic statement instantly aroused me.

***

When Sabrina arrived back at home, she eagerly led me to our bedroom and closed the door behind her. She told me she arrived at Roberto's apartment promptly at one o'clock. She hadn't eaten all morning, and was famished when she knocked on his door. He greeted her with a warm smile and a hug. He appeared as though he had just stepped out of the shower, and he wore a tee-shirt and sweat pants with just a hint of cologne. She said he smelled fresh and clean.

He told Sabrina that he had just ordered a pizza, and that they had about twenty minutes until it would arrive. He poured her a glass of white wine, and she happily accepted it. They sat on opposite ends of his couch and engaged in small talk. After a long pause, Roberto spoke.

"So, how long have you been swinging?"

Sabrina blushed. She had hoped to keep this facet of her life away from her co-workers, but it was obvious her secret had been exposed.

"About two years," she answered.

"Have you had a lot of success with the site?" he asked. Clearly, he really wanted to know how many men she had been with. She wasn't taking the bait.

"Not really," she lied. "How about you?"

"No, not really," he responded, probably lying as well.

There was another long pause, as they both seemed to weigh their next questions.

"You're not going to tell anyone at work about this, right?" she asked.

"Of course not," he said. "And you won't tell anyone about me?"

"No."

She took another sip of wine. She felt so nervous, she didn't realize that she emptied her glass. With her empty stomach, the alcohol had gone straight to her head. She began to feel loose and uninhibited, and she knew that was dangerous.

"Why are you sitting so far away?" he asked.

She smiled, and moved closer to him. Instantly, the sexual energy between them became undeniable. He shifted closer to her until they were touching. He placed his hand on her shoulder, pulled her toward him, and kissed her with fervor. His tongue flickered around hers, and she instantly felt her panties moisten. Her workplace crush was a better kisser than she had imagined even in her deepest and darkest fantasies.

She seemed to fade away into another world, but was yanked back into reality by the sound of knocking on his door. Their pizza had arrived. Roberto greeted the delivery man while attempting to hide the tent in his pants. Sabrina couldn't help but notice the size of it, and it only intrigued her further. He poured another glass of wine, and they shared a few slices while making awkward conversation.

For a moment, Sabrina wondered if he had second thoughts about kissing her, but once they were finished eating, he pulled her toward him once again, and their make-out session resumed where it had left off.

She straddled him as he sat on the couch, and she could feel his hard cock pressing against her. She was tempted to reach down and feel its girth, but she had made a promise to herself and was determined to keep it. Without warning, Roberto flipped her over onto her back and dry-humped her on the couch, kissing her on the lips and neck and pressing his hardness into her. She was greatly tempted to cross the line, but managed to restrain herself.

She gently pushed him away, and he gave her a look of exasperation. This wasn't fair to him, she told me. She had made a promise to herself, but there was no reason he had to suffer. As long as she kept her pants on, she reasoned, her promise was still intact.

She shoved him backward into a seated position. She could see his hard-on straining against the fabric of his sweat pants, and she placed her hand over it and gave it a squeeze. It felt both thick and long. He closed his eyes and smiled, eliciting a low moan.

She moved to the floor, spread his knees apart, and knelt in between them. With some effort, she removed his sweat pants and underwear. His cock sprung forward, and stood upright in front of her. It was impressively large, and thicker than average. She seemed to examine it for a while before taking it in her hand and giving it a few strokes.

She brought it to her lips and fed it into her mouth, and savored the way it filled her so completely. She continued to bob up and down on his lap, sucking and slurping the head into her mouth while stroking his shaft with one hand. Just when she considered shedding all inhibitions and mounting him there and then, she felt his cock swell in her mouth. Without warning, he flooded her mouth with such a heavy load of cum that she couldn't swallow it all. She felt a warm river flow down the length of his shaft and onto her hand as she continued to stroke him. She sucked until she had elicited every last drop from him, and then sat back on her heels and smiled at him.

"You are a dirty girl, aren't you?" he said with a smile.

"You have no idea," she responded.

***

I hadn't seen Linda in weeks, although I texted her almost daily. Even though we had been intimate on a number of occasions, she still seemed quiet and shy whenever I attempted to have a meaningful conversation with her. I had grown impatient waiting for her to come out of her shell, and nearly wrote her off for good, when she texted me one day with plans for us to get together during the coming Friday night. I had already made plans to meet with some friends that night, but I told her I would cancel those plans, as I hadn't seen her in a while, and I missed the taste of her. She seemed to like that.

As Friday approached, I noticed that Linda became more distant and abrupt in her texts. Then, just hours before I was to meet her on Friday night, she texted to let me know that plans had changed, and that they wouldn't be meeting me after all.

I responded politely. I also made the instantaneous decision not to contact her ever again. Anyone who would show such little concern for my time simply wasn't worth my company.

Sabrina was disappointed when I gave her the news. She really enjoyed the fact that I had a "girlfriend" on the side.

"I feel like I shouldn't see Roberto again," she said.

"Why is that?"

"Well, it doesn't seem fair that I'm getting some 'strange' on the side, and you aren't anymore."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Honey, this isn't a contest, and there's nothing 'unfair' about it. You're always going to get more 'strange' than I will. That's just the way it is."

"You mean 'cuz I'm such a hottie?" she teased, exposing that adorable dimple on her cheek as she gave me an exaggerated grin.

"Yeah, that," I responded, "and you're a girl. Girls have it easy. Guys have to work for it."

"So you don't mind if I see Roberto again?" she asked.

"Just as long as you come home happy and horny, it's fine with me!"

***

Sabrina arrived at Roberto's apartment after work the very next day. He had handed her a key and told her to make herself at home, as his shift ended around thirty minutes after hers. As she did on her first visit, Sabrina changed out of her uniform in his bathroom. This time, however, she elected not to wear her casual clothes. Instead, she emerged from the bathroom completely naked, and lay on his couch.

When Roberto came through the door and saw my wife posed seductively on his couch wearing nothing but a sexy smile, he practically sprinted toward her. Before she had a chance to rise, he dove straight between her legs and kissed each of her thighs before running his tongue along her smooth and hairless pussy.

She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him toward her. He had an incredibly talented tongue, and within mere minutes she began to feel an intense orgasm building. She moaned so loudly that the upstairs neighbor began to play loud music to drown her out. Roberto paused for a moment and looked at her with an embarrassed expression, but Sabrina merely laughed and pulled him back toward her. Moments later, her entire body convulsed in wave after wave of pleasure.

"Let's go to your bedroom," she purred. "You need to fuck me. Now."

She took him by the hand and pulled him into the bedroom. While he removed his shirt, she frantically unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and yanked them to the floor. Before he could even step out of them, she yanked his underwear down as well, and took his hard cock straight into her mouth. She furiously bobbed her head along his shaft, and could sense that he was already on the verge of exploding.

He forced her to her feet, and pushed her backward onto his bed. To her surprise, he then dived back between her legs to give her another tongue-lashing. Within moments, she spasmed and convulsed with another powerful orgasm. Still reeling and out of breath, she pulled him on top of her, reached down and grabbed his fat cock. Thrilled to discover that it was still fully erect, she guided it into her swollen and soaking-wet hole.

Roberto attempted to tease her at first, slowly feeding her a couple of inches with each stroke, but she grabbed his ass and pulled him completely inside her. She gave him an intense look.

"Fuck me," she demanded. "Hard."

He did as he was told. She spread her legs as wide as they would stretch, and met each of his thrusts with one of her own. Her loud moaning morphed into a thunderous, guttural, animal-like groan. By the look on Roberto's face, she knew he wouldn't last much longer. Thankfully, he managed to delay his orgasm long enough for Sabrina to experience yet another.

As her muscles tensed and squeezed around his glistening cock, he emitted a deafening groan and held himself deep inside her as he filled her completely. When he rolled off of her, a massive rivulet of milky white fluid seeped out of her vagina and down the crack of her ass, pooling on the sheet beneath.

They lay, breathless and exhausted, side by side for a moment.

"So, was it good for you?" Sabrina deadpanned with a smile.

***

Oftentimes, you tend to find what you're looking for the moment you stop looking. Such was the case when I met Beth. While Sabrina continued to see Roberto on occasion, she encouraged me to find another "playmate" online. I sent a few messages and chatted with a few people, but found there were roadblocks on every street. Eventually, it occurred to me that the only reason I was looking was because I had permission to look. Once I came to that realization, I ended my search.

I was content to be a "one-woman man" and reap the benefits of Sabrina's heightened libido. Whenever she would come home from another rendezvous with Roberto, she would regale me with the play-by-play of her encounter. Simply retelling the story would get her engine running all over again, and hearing those stories was a huge turn-on for me as well. One of the many reasons I found their relationship so arousing was the fact that she hadn't found him on a swinger's website, but at the "vanilla" setting of work. It seemed dirtier and more scandalous that way, and I began to wonder what it would be like to have a relationship with a "vanilla" woman.

Several weeks passed, and I found myself at a bar, celebrating a friend's birthday. Sabrina had joined in the celebration, but had to leave early, leaving me alone for the night. As I had a ride home that night, I decided to drink more than usual. I lost a few brain cells that night, along with my inhibitions.

At some point during the night, I caught a woman at the next table looking my way. She held eye contact for a moment, smiled, and then looked away. She had the appearance of an average, ordinary housewife, in her late forties, slightly overweight, and with a rather pretty face. I'm a sucker for nice eyes and a gorgeous smile, and she possessed both. Although she wasn't dressed in a trendy fashion, I could tell that she had made an effort to look her best.

She was seated with a woman who appeared to be around the same age, and several pounds heavier. Feeling bold from all the booze, I approached their table and introduced myself. The first woman with the bright smile and emerald eyes extended her soft and fleshy hand and told me her name was Beth.

I learned that the larger of the two women, Margaret, had dragged her introverted friend out a night on the town. They explained that they were both elementary school teachers who don't get out very often. The band began playing a new tune, and I noticed Beth began to sway in her chair to the beat of the music. I asked her to dance, and she gave me the most beautiful smile and rose to her feet.

As we danced, I allowed my hand to gently touch her waist. She didn't protest, so I did it a few more times throughout the course of the song. She shouted something to me over the loud music, but I had to ask her to repeat it.

"You're married!" she shouted, lowering her eyes to my ring. It wasn't a question, but I nodded in response anyway.

"You?" I asked.

She shook her head. "Divorced!" she shouted. "A little over a year now!"

When we returned to our seats, we continued our conversation. We learned how many children we each have, their ages, and all the other usual demographic factors that people share when they first meet. I bought a round of drinks for both ladies, and I could tell Margaret was not amused. I had the feeling she didn't like the fact that I had interrupted their ladies' night. The fact that I was married and openly flirting with her friend probably didn't help.