Erin's World Ch. 04

The initial thrill was exhilirating. We'd gone within weeks from several years of my increasing exhibitionism to sex outside of marriage. I'll admit, it was a long time in coming, but now that it had arrived the pace was frantic. To recap, let's see...I'd sucked his boss, Ross, off twice now. I'd sucked and fucked Red, the foreman who'd worked on our house. Then, I sucked off some stranger in the bar bathroom and later the same night fucked the bartender in the parking lot. They were all Ryan's fantasies, we'd targeted those things he'd written down that drove him crazy.

In no way did I ever think we'd have progressed this far into this lifestyle. Looking back on the last few weeks I'd guess even in most open relationships what I'd already done would take months...hell, a year for most women to do. It was really becoming overwhelming. Every day, it seemed, Ryan was hot for something. The quantity of us having sex had increased greatly. That was a plus, however, he also pressed me to do more.

The offers were coming, too. We got a call from Red. Well, specifically I got a call from Red which hinted at us meeting up to, "discuss the project on the house...check our satisfaction," etc. I noticed he hadn't invited Ryan. The bar scene had ramped up Ryan's excitement as well and he kept pressing for a return to the same bar or at the very least I should contact Sam again. I'd rejected both ideas.

Finally, I just told him, "regardless of what you think of me, I can't just have sex with every single guy I meet, I just can't. I mean I could, I just don't want to. The things we've done have been great, I mean that. We've both gotten off so well on them. But that's my point, they were special because they were fantasies we made come true. Me just having sex to have sex isn't all that special. I need to be fired up about it. I need to have that proper motivation to want to. The more you and I have sex, the less time and energy I put into doing it with anyone else. For me, sex needs a buildup, then a release, and time to recover. Look, there's only so much of me to go around."

"So what are you saying? Are you saying that now that we've broken the ice and done some incredible things that now you want to quit?" He said with concern.

" I'm not saying that at all. I want what you want, honestly. This stuff drives me crazy as much, if not more than it does you. But, I guess the simplest way to put it is, the more that I have sex with you, the less I'm going to want to have sex with others. It's just a matter of sexual tension and energy. I need that to do those dirty things. I don't want to just do them to do them, it'd be like I'm some sort of sex robot or something."

"Wow, so you are basically telling me that I either choose to have sex with you or choose to let others have sex with you?"

"In simple terms, yes, I guess. I'm saying I only have so much energy, or time and that if we do these things I need to be able to be horny for them. I'm not saying I don't want sex with you. That's the most important thing. What you don't realize is, every time I do these other things, I also end up having sex with you. So, every time you have sex, I have it twice. I want to please you, desperately and I will. I'll not deny you. I just want you to remember your slut wife needs to get her batteries charged now and then."

"I get that. But this stuff has opened up a door for me. I'm just so goddamned excited all the time. I can't help it."

"I know, baby, and I love that. I just think that if I'm not out doing a lot of stuff then you and I should be, and if I am out doing stuff we need to make it more about the quality than the quantity."

"Hmmm," he said. "That sounds a lot like sexual denial to me. We both know, done the right way, that can be kind of fun. Remember, though, I'm not the type that wants to be cock caged or told he'll never have sex with his wife again. I want you, every single time you do something....at least if it is possible, like I'm not out of town or something. Remember, I'll be in Reno on Friday through Sunday, if you are planning anything," he said hopefully.

"I haven't really," I said which caused a look of frustration on his face. "However, Rob knows you'll be gone. I have a feeling he's finally going to want to fuck your wife."

That brightened his face.

"Don't you think about being there sometime? Don't you want to be involved in some of this, you know, directly?" I wondered.

"I don't know," he said. "I think I'd just be too fucking embarrassed to get it up. I like it this way. Before it happens I get the tease from you which fills my head with the thoughts, the possibilities. As for the during and after, I know you know the best way to break it to me and to bring that excitement out in me. I don't see myself ever wanting to be "right there" you know? I'd have to look the guy in the face as he's doing my wife. I think that'd be just too much for me."

"Are you sure about all this, baby? You realize the potential for this blowing up in our faces, right? Being a slut to your boss? Even if he is a nice guy, what if he tries what he did before, having me go there secretly dressed like a tart? What if one of your other coworkers catch us, or worse, what if one of those gossipy secretaries find out? Gawd, that would be broadcast from sea to shining sea."

"I know, that thought thrills and scares the fuck out of me at the same time. Somewhere in my head...the big one, not the little one, I think that it will be fine. Rob is a gentleman, he's always been honest, discreet. I really think that we can just live out this little fantasy in secret."

"What does the little head tell you?" I giggled. I knew he didn't mean to suggest his cock was little, I was just teasing him.

He smirked. "You didn't seem to think it was so little the other night. But really, that head tells me all the secret, dirty stuff. It's like the devil on your shoulder. That head tells me, fuck it, let everyone find out you wife is a slut, see where that leads...."

"Good thing we have my big head to keep things in perspective, then," I smiled.

"Oh, I think your devil speaks to you, too," he laughed. "How else can you explain getting two loads of cum in you from two different guys the other night?"

"True," I blushed. "So, I'll wait to see what happens with Rob this weekend. If he doesn't call on Friday, when you are gone, I'll have to guess he isn't interested in continuing. If that's the case what should I do?"

"I still have a lot of fantasies bouncing around in my head," he admitted. "You know a lot of them. Maybe you could work on them?"

"I'm not sure I really want to do the ones I haven't yet, without you being around. That is the fun for me, seeing how worked up it gets us both."

"What about the bar thing, the stranger thing again?"

"I'm not sure, it wouldn't really be the same without you, you know."

"You can always text or call me, the phone, text things we've done have just been hot."

"We'll see," I said. Just the fact that we'd gone a few days without fucking, the interest level was rising again. "I'm pretty sure I'm not done with Rob."

"Yeah, me either. He'd be a fool not to hit that," he said as he poked me playfully.

"Would it be the same to you if say, he fucked me on Friday and you and I didn't get together until Sunday night?"

"It'd be more difficult on me, for sure," he admitted. "But if you do it right, tease me right, keep me informed, I think in some ways it may even be better."

He was actually telling me I could fuck someone and he didn't have to be around. We left it at that. Ryan actually left me alone the rest of the week. His kisses goodbye were more passionate but it was the only physical touching other than night snuggling. If his intent was to get his wife on edge, it was masterful. I almost wanted to jump him in the car at the airport on Friday morning. He saw my increased libido and it amused him. He was proud of himself.

"Tell me everything," he begged, "when....you know."

"I will," I grinned.

Just then my phone buzzed. Sure enough, it was Rob. I showed Ryan the picture of me on my knees dripping Rob's cum out of my mouth. Rob's texts read,

"I know Ryan should be at the airport by now."

" I'm hungry so I'm taking you to dinner. It's a nice place so wear something nice. A cocktail dress would be fine."

"I'll pick you up at 8. I'll expect you to be at your door and ready. Leave the bra at home."

I texted him back, "yes sir."

After reading those, Ryan reluctantly left me with a hard on he'd have to deal with in his own way.

I would've worn the same sexy black dress I wore to the bar the other night, but it was still dirty, wrinkled and cum stained from my wild night. I chose instead a white lacy dress, it was sleeveless, showed just the right amount of cleavage, and was form fitting around the hips. Classy but sexy. Rob liked it a lot. He walked up to my door and kissed me and immediately put his hand on my ass and felt me up. His other hand felt up my tits.

"No bra, good girl," he smiled. He took me to his car by the hand. I hoped no one in the neighborhood was watching but I figured it was just another thing Ryan would have to work out in his fevered brain.

We drove to the restaurant. Rob's hand was on my leg the whole time. He stroked my smoothness but avoided the area that he was heating up. I just laid back, crooked one leg up and made it easy for me to feel my soft sexy legs. We got to the restaurant too quickly, at least for my sake. I was hoping he'd have at least fingered my wetness as an appetizer. We walked in and he had his arm around me like I was his, so that everyone would know it. We sat in a booth in the corner. This was a fancy place. Ryan and I had never been there, it was a step above our income level.

I looked around. There were plenty of older guys in suits eating with blue haired ladies that were no doubt their wives. Rob was the only older gentleman sitting with a hot young thing. The young waiter was attentive, especially to me which always amuses me. He really should be catering to Rob's every whim, he'd be the one leaving the big tip or not. It made Rob smile, though, when the waiter would stand over me. We both knew he constantly looked down my top. I almost regretted not wearing something with a deeper, more plunging neckline. Rob plied me with wine, the dinner was superb. We talked about his work, Ryan, my daily life, my background, my family, all pleasant, disarming chat. There was a constant underlying sexual tension though, we both could feel it. No matter what the environment was, we both knew what I was with him for. Finally, he brought it up.

"You are having a good time tonight? Did you like your dinner?"

"Yes, it was outstanding. I can't remember the last time I had such a fine meal."

"I know we've been kind of dancing around all this, but, are you all right with all this so far?"

"All this?" I asked demurely. "The dinner or something else?"

I like being led. I like the man taking charge. I wanted him to be direct.

"Yes, since the last time you and I ...well....got together..., I've left you alone."

"I noticed that," I grinned. "You didn't miss it? You didn't want anything?"

He leaned in to me, his voice was lower, it was almost a growl. "I missed the hell out of it. I wanted it, I wanted everything."

Wow, just the way he said "everything" made my pussy leak a little.

"I just didn't want to fuck up your marriage. I have no idea what's going on there, what led you to do what you did for me, but I'm not complaining. I've gone back and forth on it so much but I finally decided not to question it tonight. I decided to just let the experience happen. Like I told you before, I hadn't had sex since Louise died and what you've done for me has been...fantastic. Louise was my best friend, my lover and she was the best at pleasing me. But you, you seem to...I don't know....have a knack, an absolute affinity for it, you know?"

I blushed. "Do you think so?"

"God yes. Has Ryan responded to you differently since you showed him those outfits? You did show him, didn't you?"

My face turned even redder under his questioning. "Yes, he's seen a couple. Yes, he's been a lot more...attentive." I said, playing along.

"I'd think so. Some of those were...off the charts hot."

The waiter had returned. There was a strange silence. A cloud of lust had engulfed our table, I wondered if he sensed that. He again made every excuse to pour my water, to bend over me to remove the basket of bread, to get my utensils. I saw Rob just grinning. The guy left.

"Let's get out of here," Rob urged. I had to agree, I was turned on by this older man. He just had a sexiness about him. He was average looking, I suppose. His hair was gray and receding. His stomach was large enough to protrude a bit over his belt but his soft brown eyes announced his attentiveness, his passion. I was about to experience it all.

I stood up and Rob slid his hand up my leg and onto my ass. "Ah, panties," he said quietly.

"You didn't say I shouldn't wear them," I said, hoping he wasn't disappointed. Like I said, men controlling me is my hot button. I didn't want to disappoint.

"I didn't say so, no. I was just thinking it actually may work out in a positive way," he grinned.

"What did you have in mind, you dirty man?"

"Go take them off, then come back."

"Ok," I squeaked. I rushed to the bathroom. Whatever he had in mind I wanted to do to please him. I have no idea why I'm drawn to the idea of being told what to do, but it turns me the fuck on.

I returned with the panties balled up in my hand. He saw them and smiled lewdly.

"Good, good. Now go find our waiter, tell him thank you for all his attention and then hand your panties to him and walk away. I'll meet you at the front."

My face flushed again. I felt like I floated to the back of the restaurant, or maybe it was more like I felt like I was being pushed, led, guided, but I ended up just outside the kitchen. The waiter burst out, holding a tray in one hand.

"Hey," he said, startled to see me, but genuinely excited.

"Hey, yourself," I said. "Thanks for everything, I had a lovely evening." I avoided eye contact as I handed him the balled up panties. I quickly turned and walked out.

Rob was watching from the front door. He grinned as I walked up. "You should've seen his face....classic. Now, let's go somewhere where I can enjoy what you just uncovered."

He was thinking about going to a motel but I told him to save his money. I told him to take me home, to my home. I thought Ryan might really get off on the idea. The front door wasn't even closed when my dress hit the floor and I was naked for him. He'd never really seen it all at one time. He made me stand in the middle of the kitchen with my arms raised above my head so he could inspect me for the first time. My pussy was on fire and my nipples called out for him to touch them, which he did and it melted me right into his strong embrace.

He took me to the bedroom and made passionate love to me. He really did. It wasn't just a fucking, it was passionate. He kissed me all over, he licked my pussy like a fucking expert and he fucked me slowly, rhythmically while I screamed. When he came I made sure I was clinging to him, that I pulled him in fully. Our lips were intertwined as were our hands. He filled me up. I was his first since his wife. I felt a special need to make sure it was memorable. I'm sure it was, he thanked me over and over again. We fell asleep in each other's arms. I awoke late in the darkness of night to go to the bathroom. I picked up my phone. Ryan had called numerous times. I'd kept it on silent. I sent him a text.

"I did it, baby. I just fucked your boss...in our house, in our bed. He's sleeping here. Are you ok that your whore wife is sleeping with another man's cum in her?"

The text reply was instant. He'd been up waiting, longing, no doubt. "Fuckkkkkkkk."

"I know, I'll call you tomorrow, good night."

I slept so soundly I never heard him get up. I stumbled out of bed and just threw on my see through white nightie and walked to the kitchen. He'd already made breakfast for us, the coffee was ready as well.

"Wow, that's some service," I grinned.

"Well, if you've been single as long as I have you know your way around a kitchen. Damn, woman, I didn't know you could get any hotter but that nightie, oh my goodness."

"You like?" I smiled sweetly.

He took my hand and had me feel his cock. It was stirring.

"Oh my," I giggled.

We ate breakfast and talked and laughed like old friends. Finally, his face got serious. "Listen, these past weeks have been magical for me. To be able to feel your mouth pleasing me....then, last night....well....I can't thank you enough."

"You thanked me enough last night," I laughed. "I think you thanked me a half dozen times," I said, joking about how many times he got me off with his tongue.

He smiled. "I'm glad. But I'm serious. This has rekindled a fire I didn't realize I still had. You have been the reason for it. For that, I'll never be able to repay you. But, I'm also a man with a conscience. I just can't keep this going."

"You can't?" I asked.

"No, I'd never have been able to live with myself if I hadn't experienced, you know, all of you. But, it just isn't fair to Ryan. I'll be thankful for what I've had and that will have to be enough. I deleted the photo from my phone, you won't ever have to worry about that. Even though I think you are far less innocent than the act you presented that day in my office, I still think you have a heart of gold for giving an old man like me that kind of pleasure."

His kindness touched me. "Ok, that's fair. I really wasn't all that innocent, I knew what I was doing that day but, hearing about your wife, how you haven't felt pleasure like that, it really did touch me. I'm glad we did what we did."

"Me too," he said wistfully.

He got up to leave. I stopped him at the door. I let him feel me up "one last time" before I dropped to my knees in front of him.

"Just something to remember me by, you won't deny me that, will you?" I cooed.

He didn't. He left Ryan's slut with a mouthful of his cum.

Ryan nearly destroyed my pussy when he got home, he was almost feral. He kept slamming it into me saying, "in my wife, in my house, in my bed...." as he fucked me. I don't think he ever came so much before.

After it was over he was generally forlorn about the thought that Rob would no longer be getting regular service from me. It was then he insisted, well, more like demanded that I either take a regular lover, or make another fantasy come true.

"If you aren't going to be the office slut in my fantasy then you have to give me something else. "

"You don't want me to be the office slut, baby," I said. "You just like the idea...the thought of your coworkers smirking at you as they pass, you not knowing if I sucked or fucked them..."

"I'm not so sure," he said to my surprise. "You have me so turned on all the time. You are going to do it for me. Pick something, either a regular lover, like go back to the bar and let Sam have you for an extended time period, or, call your douche ex, Jack, and meet up, "for old time's sake."

I wasn't was sure he didn't wanted that. "Jack would wear me out, baby, especially after I rejected him. Probably not a good idea."

"Isn't that what we both want? Trust me, I've been fantasizing hard about that since our wedding night. I've been thinking of how he demanded you meet him...how he wanted you to strip, then crawl to him. Seriously, I think that has been my hottest, most recurring fantasy. I know I've never said, but...."

"Wow." I never imagined him thinking that. It was so dirty, so dangerous. Perhaps I was misjuding his new commitment to it all.