Another Man's Wife

"It's good to see you happy." she offered.

"Aren't I always happy?

She lowered herself so that our faces were nearly touching, "Nope, most times you're a sad man pretending to be happy."

"That obvious eh?"

She gave me a little peck on the lips, "Only because I know you."

"Well, now you know me a lot better."

"I'm not sure that I like you so much now." she joked. "I take all my clothes off and then have to seduce you into getting a hard on. Doesn't say much about my body when it doesn't rate a hard on does it?"

"Shouldn't be so disappointed, it's not much of hard on anyway."

Kelsey slipped off my cock and took me in hand, "Looks okay to me. Too big's not good. Had one of those once when I was young, never again; my poor old pussy was numb for a week. You'll do just fine, just get a hard on quicker next time, or else."

"So there'll be a next time?"

"I think so." she replied rolling from me and presenting herself on all fours for me to take from behind.

Needing no encouragement, I stood beside the bed as Kelsey edged herself in to the right position. Her hand slipped backwards between her thighs and guided my cock to her opening. Smooth as silk, I slipped inside her and got an appreciative groan for my efforts. After moving backwards a little on the bed, Kelsey began moving back and forth on my cock picking up speed as she went.

"Fuck me hard and fast." she soon whimpered.

Placing my hands on her buttocks, I began to slap hard into her, I was kind of worried that I'd hurt her, but she soon put that to rest. She placed the pillow under head and then lowered her head and shoulders.

"Faster." she murmured.

It's hard to describe how I felt, but all of a sudden all of the anger that I wanted to Catherine to feel came to the fore. I hammered poor Kelsey, with tears in my eyes; my cock bludgeoned her pussy with every savage stroke. But Kelsey just urged me onwards, faster, faster she would call. Looking down, I could see her tight lips moving in and out around my cock, I could feel her juices running freely down my balls, and still she urged me onwards. My cock felt like it was trapped in a hot wet vice, but I confess that it was more about my angry aggression than pleasure. The sweat poured from me, Kelsey's buttocks were pink from the slapping of our bodies. I was beginning to tire when Kelsey thankfully dropped forward onto the bed and out of my reach.

She turned onto her back and spread her thighs wide, "Mmmmmm, that was good fun, but now its missionary time."

I eased my body over Kelsey and gave her a kiss before moving downwards, my tongue tracing a line between her breast, stomach and navel before slipping between her pink lips. It'd been a long time since I'd had a clit on the end of my tongue, and I teased it lovingly for a few seconds before sucking it into my mouth. Kelsey squirmed under my touch and then sighed as I slipped a finger deep inside her giving me time to take in the view. Under the matted hair, I could see two slim lips parted around my finger. Above, her slightly darker clitoris peeked outwards, the inside of her thighs and her lips were sloppy and wet. For the next few minutes I worked diligently with my fingers and tongue exploring every little nook and cranny, I then began working up a rhythm.

"It's real nice, but I'd rather fuck." Kelsey commented with a husky voice.

"Gonna see if I can make you cum." I replied.

"I don't cum; dunno what an orgasm is to tell the truth. How about sticking your cock back in?"

I looked up at Kelsey, "What do you mean, you don't cum?"

"Never managed one, tried everything from cocks, tongues and toys; never happens for me. I just like to fuck lots, so get your arse up here."

I glided upwards over her body; her hand reached down and guided my cock inside her, she then took my face in her hands and kissed all the gooey mess from my face.

With her legs locked around me, she smiled up at me and cheekily poked her tongue out, "Okay, let's see what you can do."

We started slowly, kissing passionately and exploring with our hands, her body pushing against me with every thrust. Her pussy although sopping wet, still held my cock like a vice, with every stroke providing intense pleasure. Missionary has always been my favourite position, there's nothing like having a pair of warm thighs holding you tightly, the feeling of breasts on breasts, and the ability to kiss passionately can't be outdone. Nothing beats watching the look of pleasure on a lovers face as you slide in and out of her, the frowns and grins, the half closed eyes and the little whimpers of pleasure.

We were soon back going at it hammer and tongs, our bodies sliding noisily together in our own sweat, and while I was reasonably fit, I eventually began to fade. Thankfully, Kelsey released me and stretched her long body under me for a few seconds.

"Mmmmmm, what now?" she asked sleepily

I raised myself and slid upwards astride her placing my cock on her chest.

"Titty fuck." I suggested.

Kelsey laughed as she tried to lift her small breasts around my cock; it wasn't ever going to happen, "Oh dear, not big enough I'm sorry."

To compensate, she lifted her head and took me into her warm mouth, again her lovely tongue tormented me a few seconds before lowering her head to the pillow.

"We'd better not be too much longer." she commented while rolling out from under me. "Not the first time anyway."

Kelsey picked up a folded towel from the floor and spread it out on the sheet. I followed her lead and ended up sitting on the sheet with Kelsey facing me, she lifted her legs over mine and then inched forward so that my cock was touching her pussy. She took me in hand and guided me to her opening, and then by rolling slightly forward, my cock entered her with ease.

"I love it like this." she whispered.

I would've thought this position was sort of limiting, but Kelsey began rolling her pelvis back and forth, and it didn't take long to realise that this was extraordinarily good. Her rolling action seemed to tighten her pussy on my cock bringing considerable pleasure.

"Nice isn't it?" she asked after a while.

"Fucking great."

"Mmmmmmmm, its nice for me too, see if you can cum like this."

We were now close enough to kiss, and were soon in a tight embrace. Out tongues were soon dancing together as our hands wandered, teasing nipples and stroking warm skin. Even though our love making was slow, I could feel the stirrings of my orgasm. Kelsey sensed this and held me tightly while her pelvis moved in a wave like motion.

"Come on, cum inside me, I want to feel you do it." she murmured between kisses.

For me, it was very intense. I've always been one of those men who move at a frantic rate to orgasm. But here I was moving very slowly and I could feel the pressure build inside of me, my cock almost wanting to explode. I heard myself whimper almost uncontrollably as I began empty my cum inside her, and I could feel the sloshing of my cum running from her pussy and onto my balls.

"Ohhhhhhh, that feels sooo good." Kelsey whispered as she held my shuddering body tightly.

It was the most intense orgasm I can remember ever having, and I'd surprisingly enough managed quite a few. Kelsey waited patiently until I collapsed onto her, and then kissed me deeply for a good thirty seconds.

"That was nice." she whispered into my ear.

Kelsey then slipped backwards allowing my cock to disengage; I looked down to see a line of cum running downwards from her pussy and onto the towel. Picking up a corner, she dabbed herself clean as best she could as I collapsed backwards onto the bed. Kelsey knelt beside me and took my cock back into her mouth without using her hands. I groaned with a mix of pleasure and pain and she milked me with long slow strokes before concentrating on the head. It didn't take long before it became unbearable and I pulled away from her.

She gave me an exaggerated sulky look, "Spoil sport."

"You're gonna fucking kill me."

She straddled my chest and kissed me, "Only if you give me the chance. You've got a nice cock and you sure can fuck. You might not exactly die, but I reckon you'll come close."

Soon after, we arose from the bed; I dressed while Kelsey slipped a white robe over her nude body. It dawned on me that I was now going to have to confront her husband Adam. How hard was this going to be? Again Kelsey read my mind and told me it would be just fine.

Adam was reading a magazine in the lounge; he looked up and smiled as we entered the room.

"How'd it go?" he asked.

Kelsey smiled, "Mmmmmmmm, real good."

"How about making us a coffee, I just want to have a few words with lover boy." he then asked.

Adam smiled and pointed to a chair opposite him. "You okay?"

"I think so." I replied. "It just seems a little strange knowing that Kelsey is a married woman, and that you're sitting close by."

"I understand, but I'm more than comfortable with you two doing this. But there are a few conditions. Firstly, I need a little respect; I don't want you guys sneaking off to your house. I don't care how often you two want to do it, but I want to know about it, and I want it to happen under this roof. No secrets, okay?"

"No problem."

"Another thing, I want this kept between the three of us. I don't want this all over town so to speak."

"Not that I would, but who'd believe me?"

Adam smiled, "And one more, if anyone of us wants to put the brakes on, it stops without question."

"Sure." I replied.

And then Adam surprised me by leaning forward and offering his hand, and we shook hands on the strangest deal of my life. Kelsey soon arrived back with three coffees. After handing one to me, she settled on the couch beside her husband and gave him a kiss and a cuddle. It was sort of strange seeing her cuddling up to someone else after we'd just been to bed together, but then again it had been an unusual night all round. We chatted for a while sipping coffees, and then I took my leave.

As the weeks drifted away, Kelsey and I continued our runs together. There was hardly ever any discussion about the sex, it didn't seem the place. I never pushed it, or suggested that we make a date. But at the end of our runs, she would sometimes invite me over for an evening meal. The three of us would socialise just like normal people over a meal. But after we had cleaned up, Adam would bade good night and leave the room. Kelsey and I would then slip into the spare bedroom to make love. The sex was always at a fanatical rate, the passion and the pleasure indescribable. My only disappointment was that Kelsey never managed an orgasm no matter how hard I tried. And at the end of our sordid little romps, I would take my weary body home to a cold lonely bed.

Some people might question my ability to keep emotions out of all this. For me it was difficult, the one thing that I brought home with me each night was the longing to have someone for all to myself. I wanted to walk down the street and hold hands, and go to the movies or a restaurant. I wanted to make love to someone who was mine and then wake up next to her in the morning. But I knew it wasn't going to be, and I should consider myself lucky for the rampant sex I was getting.

All was going well until one Saturday afternoon when I found my ex-wife Catherine standing at my door. My heart soured at the sight of her, for it seemed she still held my love. She sat in the lounge and surprisingly apologised to me. She knew how much she'd hurt me, and then asked if I wanted her back. My head lifted from my shoulders with joy at the prospect of her return, and I was on the brink of rushing into her arms, when Kelsey walked into the room.

The look of surprise on Catherine's face was something to behold, the instant hostility between these two fine women was plain to see.

"And who might you be?" Catherine asked.

"A caring neighbour." she blazed back.

"Well, I'd like to talk to my husband, so it you'd like to disappear, it would be most appreciated."

"She wants to come home." I muttered.

"Then, I'm not going anywhere." Kelsey replied. "I know what you've done to him, and that you don't deserve him."

"It's none of your business?" Catherine shot back. "So just fuck off."

"It is my business, he's my lover."

Catherine eyed up Kelsey's wedding and engagement rings, and smiled sarcastically.

"Oh, I get it. You rush over from next door and pretend to be his lover. And then I'm supposed to get all jealous. So, what do you want me to do, beg for forgiveness, or run away all hurt and dejected?"

"Leaving would be best." Kelsey replied. "Let him get on with his own life, he doesn't deserve anymore of you."

Catherine chuckled, "This house is half mine, and legally I'm allowed to be here. So why don't you sling your hook and leave us alone, this is none of your business."

A slow cynical smile then spread over Kelsey's face, she grabbed the front of my shirt and led me to the couch on which my wife was sitting. Placing herself alongside Catherine, Kelsey pushed my shorts and briefs down to my ankles, taking my limp cock in her hand she smiled at Catherine and began to suck me with her lovely warm mouth. Catherine sat there with an incredulous look on her face, for she plainly didn't know how to deal with this.

Kelsey removed her mouth from my quickly hardening cock and turned to my wife, "I just love the way he whimpers when he cums, don't you. You must miss that."

For Catherine, any thoughts of this being a hoax disappeared instantly. The little intimate secret of my verbal accompaniment when having an orgasm could only be known by a lover. Kelsey lowered her mouth to my cock and quickly got it to an erect state. To this day, I don't know whether my wife too shocked to respond, or was going to try and stand her ground. But Kelsey wasn't going to be put off; she got to her feet and pushed her shorts and panties down, then sat down on the couch beside Catherine and spread her legs wide.

"Wanna watch or join in?" Kelsey asked Catherine. "Maybe we should have a competition to see who's the best fuck? You should win; you've probably had more than a few cocks up you."

And it was at that moment that Catherine gave up the battle. Without another word, she picked up her handbag and walked out of the house. I watched Catherine leave with mixed emotions, for I wasn't sure that I wanted her to go. Kelsey got to her feet and held me tight for a few seconds, and then took my head in her hands. With her eyes close to mine, she looked at me with her big green eyes.

"Let her go, I know it hurts now, but it will be for the best."

"But I don't want to be lonely anymore." I cried.

Kelsey kissed the tears from my face and then placed her lips on mine; I could taste my salty tears.

"I know its hard." she whispered. "But what if she comes home and then fucks around on you again? Look how far you've come, can you imagine having to go through all this again, and would you even bother? I suspect that you'd put the barrel of another gun in your mouth and this time pull the trigger rather than do it all over again. Could you really trust her again after what she did to you?"

In that instant, I knew that Kelsey was right even though I really didn't want to admit it. Could I trust Catherine again, probably not? The lingering doubt would be there each time she worked late. Knowing I had to be strong, I held Kelsey for many minutes as I got to grips with the whole thing. I felt Kelsey's hand slid down and take my now limp cock in hand; she gave it a little loving squeeze.

"Shall I take you home and take your mind off all this?" she suggested.

My lustful grin answered her question. Putting our clothes back on, we jumped the fence to Kelsey's house. After taking the time to explain to a most amused Adam, we retired to the spare bedroom where Kelsey did indeed take my mind off the whole episode.

Life turned pretty much turned back to normal after that day, if you could call it normal. Catherine left me half a dozen messages to call her, but stopped ringing when I didn't respond. A couple of times a week, I'd be invited to Kelsey and Adam's for a meal and a little dessert. And while my own bed remained empty of a lover of my own, I was as content as a lonely man could ever be.

I don't know how long our little arrangement would've gone on for, but fate then played its fickle hand. Adam's health deteriorated and I didn't see much of Kelsey or Adam for a few weeks. Kelsey told me that he wasn't too good and would be spending time in hospital. I just played the concerned neighbour, and after offering any help, kept out of the way. What I didn't know was; how sick Adam actually was.

It was four in the morning when my phone rang, and after tearing myself from a deep sleep, managed to answer it. All I heard was Kelsey crying, and it took but a few seconds to deduce that Adam had died. An hour later, I held a sobbing Kelsey in my arms at hospital. I held her tight as she wept uncontrollably on my shoulder, and then took her home to my house. I took her to my bed and comforted her, stroking her hair and wiping away her tears. She told me that he'd gone in for an operation and had passed away under the anaesthetic. The doctors had found his insides riddled with the big C, and suggested he wouldn't have lived for much longer anyway.

For the next few days, I helped Kelsey with all the things that she had to do while at the same time comforting her. But I have to say, all this was not without a little guilt, for I was enjoying my pampering roll and having Kelsey all to myself, even under the most dubious of circumstances. After the funeral, Kelsey didn't want to go home. She accepted my offer and slept in my bed and in my arms, but please believe me when I say sex wasn't on the agenda, it wouldn't have been right for either of us. All Kelsey wanted was to have someone to hold, and I had no problem in doing just that.

A few weeks later, I woke to find Kelsey sitting on the bed looking down at me, she smiled gingerly

"We need to talk." she said nervously.

"Sure." I replied while placing my pillow on the headboard so that I could sit up.

"I don't want to stay here; there's too many memories."

My heart sunk, for this I dreaded, she was going to leave my life.

But Kelsey had this amazing ability to read my mind; she smiled and took my hand in hers, "It's okay, I want to be with you. Why don't sell up and get a place together, even on the other side of town, just away from here?"

"Is that what you want?" I asked.

"I need to get away from here, but I want you to come with me. The question is, do you want me?"

"You know that I do."

"I'm not sure that I'm ready for the whole relationship thing yet. I loved Adam, and it'll take me a while to come to terms that he's never coming back. Obviously, I have strong feelings for you to, and we'll just have to see how it all works out."

A few days later, we rented an apartment and placed our respective houses on the market. We set up for separate bedrooms, but on the first night Kelsey came to my bed to be held, and her room remained empty from that night onwards. The sex eventually returned, now more special and loving than ever. And the great thing is that I wake to find Kelsey beside me every morning. Time is a great healer, and Kelsey's confidence and happiness slowly returned.

On a night I will never forget, Kelsey walked into the lounge and turned off the TV that I was watching. She sat in front of me and took my hands in hers, and told me that she would never be unfaithful to me. She then kissed me on the forehead and turned the TV back on before leaving the room. I followed her into the bathroom, took her into my arms and held her tight, for her statement meant everything to me.