Olivia Loves Cock

Autor's Note:

There is very little embellishment in this story, though it does combine two of my most meaningful relationships into one long term one.

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It was an awkward situation, at least it was for me. Carl didn't really seem to be giving it another thought and began talking to me about the NBA playoffs and why he thinks the Celtics are going to win it all. I like to think I know a thing or two about basketball but as I looked at him I was reminded that he played some G League a few years ago, so perhaps he knew a few things that I didn't.

As I handed him a coffee I couldn't help but notice what great shape he was in. He certainly had every reason to be self confident. And then there was his cock. He was soft, yet it hung down obscenely, long and thick and still shiny with the combined juices of his and my wife's cum. I had heard him waking her up half an hour ago, along with the four other times he woke her up during the night. I laughed to myself wondering how she was going to make it through the day today. Her daughter's engagement party was this afternoon and we were to be hosting it. While we are very much a modern couple and I do more than my share of the housework, an engagement party is strictly a woman's affair in my opinion and while I am happy to make sure the wine and beer are cold and ready, everything else was supposed to be on her.

Olivia chose that moment to join us in the kitchen. She was wearing Carl's teeshirt and had her brilliant auburn hair pulled up in a bun. As always she looked gorgeous, just as she has for the last 20 years of our relationship and I smiled and grabbed her a mug of coffee, black no sugar, the way she likes it.

She is tall and regal, and I wouldn't say she looks young for her age, I would say she simply looks gorgeous, at any age. She exudes the type of confidence that only time and experience can provide. Wearing Carl's teeshirt you could see her breasts, not quite as perky as they once were but still nicely proud, trying to poke out and say hello to us both. Her long legs, still almost as trim as when she was 25, came together just above the hemline, teasing us both with thoughts of what lie just out of sight.

"Carl, for God's sake put some pants on. You've dripped all over the chair and the floor!"

Carl looked over to her and gave her a sheepish smile and stood up, his lanky frame filling the room, yet again my eyes couldn't help but notice his cock. I swear the sight of Olivia had already caused a reaction and he was now semi hard, easily 9 inches in length and as thick as Olivia's wrist. He dashed off to the master bedroom to retrieve something to wear, and Olivia looked over to me with a wry smile and winked.

"I think he likes you." I said.

"I'm old enough to be his mother! But I must say there is something to be said for youthful enthusiasm."

"Who was waking up whom last night?"

Olivia bit her lip and blushed slightly. "umm, errr, I guess mostly me, but it was fairly even really. I haven't had someone that big and that vigorous since my thirties."

Early in our relationship Olivia had had a series of lovers behind my back. We were both once divorced and essentially even though we had gotten serious she had chosen to enjoy the freedom of being single. Her work had afforded her opportunity and her love of sex, particularly her love of sucking cock, had led her to fucking co-workers and clients alike. She had been discrete and had assumed I would not approve. Unbeknownst to her, I had found a text message on her phone (2008, no one had passwords on their flip phone) where she thanked a friend for the delicious desert he had fed her the night before. The innuendo was obvious and rather than being upset, I was delighted. Our relationship was solid, I knew she loved me and I knew how much I loved her.

A couple of months later, one Saturday morning we were lying in bed snuggling together after making love and we began discussing fantasies. I asked her if she had any sexual fantasies left or had she checked all the boxes. She quietly said that she had always wanted to be a courtesan, with a series of powerful lovers. I rolled over and caressed her hip and told her that meshed quite well with mine, which was for her to have other lovers that she enjoyed, along with myself. Unlike most women, Olivia didn't leap to the conclusion that I had ulterior motives and simply rolled over and kissed me and then asked if I wanted to watch and join in or simply have her tell me.

Even though I harbored fantasies of her with other men, I realized that watching might not be such a great idea, but having her tell me would be incredibly arousing, leaving room for her to embellish and me to imagine. I told her so and she began stroking my cock and asking if I would want her to come home full of cum. Yes, I said, and I would want to taste it as proof too.

"You know how much I love cum. I love to taste it or feel it on me, but most of all I love feeling it shoot deep inside me."

"Have you ever had more than one man cum inside you in one day?" I asked.

"Once or twice...it's such a great feeling. Would you like that?"

Trying to play it cool I said "I would...when was the last time it happened?"

She smiled and took my hard cock in her mouth and did her best to distract me. That hardness confirmed to her that I was sincere in my desires and it seemed to bring a new level of passion to her. After I came in her mouth, she sensuously kissed me, sharing my cum in our mouths.

"The first time it happened was when I first got divorced. I was out with my friends one night and met a guy and we went back to his place where he fucked me over and over again with an absolutely huge cock. In the morning I remembered that I had a lunch date with another guy and rushed off to meet him without having time to clean up properly. When we went back to his place later I admitted to him where I had been the night before but he didn't care, he still fucked me twice and even went down on me too."

"I don't remember you being particularly easy when we met. Why the easy hookup?"

"He was tall and built and sexy. I recognized him from our varsity basketball team."

"So who are you interested in now?"

"Do you remember David from my office? I really want to suck his cock - he has been flirting with me for months and I've seen the outline of his cock through his dress pants a few times. Last week it took all my self control not to follow him into the washroom and pull out his big cock and suck on him until he came in my mouth just like you did."

"Steve has been hitting on me too. On our last business trip together we went for a swim in the hotel pool one evening and he got very frisky."

"What did he do?" I asked.

"Well he tried to kiss me, and then he began to massage my pussy through my one piece bathing suit while we were resting after our swim."

"You stopped him?"

"Yes, but I really wanted him to fuck me. I think the only thing that stopped me was the security cameras."

"So how far did you end up going with him? You could have easily taken him back to your hotel room."

"Well, we did kiss...a lot. And I felt his cock through his swim trunks. But I was trying to be good and was fighting temptation. Once we were in the elevator I was able to get myself back under control."

I was struggling with Olivia's "confession" at this point. While I was incredibly aroused I was also feeling pissed. Steve worked out of the Chicago office and wasn't a local threat, which meant that the text message I had read was of someone else. Just how many men was she fucking around with?

Life got in the way at that point and her daughter was up and needing some parenting. Nothing more was said until a couple of weeks later, though the frequency of our lovemaking easily doubled. In my mind I was trying to leave Olivia so well fucked she didn't have the need or desire for more.

A month later her daughter was spending the weekend with her dad, giving me and Olivia some time to ourselves. Earlier that week in bed I began to tease her that perhaps she should go on a date that Friday. On Monday she laughed. On Tuesday she asked me if I was serious. On Wednesday she asked me who and how. I said whoever you want, and have him take you to dinner then take you home.

She mentioned that there was one particular guy at the office who had been relentlessly flirting with her. His name was Oliver and he was in his mid twenties, fairly tall and fit and quite handsome. I simply asked her if he knew how to be a gentleman and she assured me that he was, most of the time. With a little prodding from me she texted him about having dinner on Friday. He quickly responded positively, and the wheels were set in motion.

Olivia and I could not stop having sex once the date was set. If I had thought we were fucking a lot before, this was at a whole new level. Literally every moment available when her daughter wasn't around Olivia was pulling my cock out to suck on then riding me until I filled her with cum. Then she would straddle my face and tell me to clean up her slutty pussy, which I did with vigor.

On the Friday, with her daughter gone, we ramped it up even more. I could not keep my hands off of her and she wasn't the least bit interested in stopping me. We both came home early from work and my excitement was such

that I barely needed half an hour before I was ready to go again and Olivia was more than happy to have me fill her with my bigger than average cock.

Finally, at around 7pm, she started getting ready for her date. She cleans up pretty quickly and was ready by a little after 8. She wore a short black dress and no bra and no panties and she looked incredible. Her heels made her over 6' tall and I wanted nothing more than to have them flung over my shoulders while I fucked her senseless once again. Alas it was time and we got in the car as I chauffeured her off to the restaurant. We had agreed that she was to be the perfect date, which meant no distractions of calling or texting me, so for the next 14 hours I heard nothing from her. I was spent sexually and needed the time to rest and recuperate, because I knew there was a lot more to come.

Around 10am the next day Olivia texted me that she was at the Hilton Garden on Highway 7 and he had just left. I texted back that I would be there in half an hour and I practically ran to the car and sped off to retrieve and reclaim my adulterous wife.

She had texted me the room number, so after parking, I headed straight up to the room on the 8th floor. I knocked and was greeted by Olivia wearing not a stitch of clothing and looking radiant. As I quickly scanned the room I saw that the bed was well used, 2 empty wine glasses and a bottle of cheap California wine on the bedside table. I took her in my arms and kissed her as deeply and as passionately as I had ever done and she responded with equal enthusiasm. I led her to the bed and gently eased her down on her back, trying to shed my own clothes as quickly as possible.

I kissed her again and asked what time he had left.

"Just before I texted you. He was such a gentleman, but I have 2 fresh loads of his cum in my tummy right now."

"How many times did you two do it?"

"Twice last night and twice this morning."

"So you're full of his cum?"

"No, I swallowed both loads this morning, but there may be a little left from last night in my pussy if you want to try to find it."

I buried my head between her thighs and mostly focused on pleasuring her, but I admit I also was hoping to find some evidence from the night before. She started telling me about their date and how as soon as they got into the hotel room she fell to her knees and undid his pants to pull out his cock. He was young and hard and easily 8 inches and she loved to suck on his big black cock. He picked her up and carried her to the bed and pushed her dress up and began fucking her, slowly at first but with ever increasing urgency. When he was ready to cum she begged him to fill her with his seed.

As they rested he ordered room service for the wine and they began making out and caressing each other until the attendant arrived. Oliver answered the door while Olivia lounged on the bed naked, her pussy clearly leaking cum. They both laughed at the attendant's reaction after he left and soon Olivia was voraciously sucking Oliver's cock again. This time he led her to the window and pressed her against it while he fucked her from behind powerfully. With her height and her heels she was almost as tall as he was so the position was perfect and he pounded her until she pleaded for a rest. They went back to the bed and she sucked on him once again until she straddled his cock and sunk down on him.

I asked her if she was at all uneasy fucking someone other than me, and she admitted that she loved the feel of a new cock and the variety and the lust he showed for her.

"I think it's time for me to claim you back" I said, and she smiled and opened her legs and arms to welcome me home. I confess I didn't last very long, but when we got home I made it up to her twice before her daughter got home. As she did with Oliver, she finished me in her mouth the last two times.

That weekend set the wheels in motion for the next 10 years of our marriage. Olivia only went on one other date with Oliver, but she had upwards of 20 partners in those 10 years, including Dave and Steve, and she eventually confessed to having fucked all 3 of them prior to the opening of our marriage, once she realized that she didn't have to ask for my permission and that I tacitly approved of her cheating when the opportunity presented itself. Our relationship only got better, and our sex life never lacked passion or excitement. I had all the woman I needed in Olivia, and Olivia had the freedom she needed to scratch the occasional itch or simply act on her own carnal desires.

About 5 years ago, her daughter went off to university and Olivia and I entered into a new chapter. She had always been the model of discretion and her daughter always came first, so her trysts were often during business trips or late office hours or meetings. While no conversation was had on the topic, I think we both knew that there were changes afoot. It started with a text message one Friday saying she might be home late that night, followed by another message a few hours later asking if I minded if she had a sleepover.

This gave me pause, but Olivia and I have a strong foundation of trust, so I simply told her to have fun, be safe and that I would see her in the morning.

When she got home the next morning we sat down at the kitchen table and had a chat.

"Should I get used to sleeping alone?" I asked.

"I am so sorry - he was just so persistent and charming and sexy as fuck. We had dinner and then went to his place. As soon as we stepped inside we were all over each other. I pulled out his cock and had him cumming in my mouth within 5 minutes of walking in the door. Then he dragged me to his bedroom and proceeded to fuck me like I hadn't been fucked in years. When he asked me to stay the night I couldn't say no."

"I'm glad you had so much fun, but I am really not fond of sleeping alone. I can handle the once in a blue moon but I really don't want this to become a habit."

"Should I bring them home instead?"

"Sure, I don't think I want to watch but listening might be interesting. And this way I will know you're safe too.

I assume you plan on seeing him again?"

"I'd like to. For someone so young he's actually very mature and easy to talk to."

"Just how old is he?"

"He said 30 and I had no reason to doubt him, especially by the time I left this morning."

"I take it you didn't get much sleep."

"8 times...all but twice deep inside my pussy. And I do mean deep."

"What's his name?"

"William - I call him Will. He just got divorced. He says his ex wife never wanted sex. That's like living in Italy and hating pasta. Anyway, he likes that I'm married and otherwise not looking for anything serious. He is also a bit like you and seems to get off on the fact that I fuck other men. We'd be lying in bed and he would ask me about some situations and everytime I told him about some young guy with a huge cock that I fucked, I felt his cock grow and my story telling got interrupted by me sucking on his gorgeous cock."

"Just how big is he?"

"Two hands still leave some shaft and the head exposed, but it's his thickness that I really love. I've had bigger but he knows how to use it and is an incredibly generous lover."

And so began Olivia's affair with Will. She became mostly exclusive with him and myself, and in time her daughter came to realize her mother had a boyfriend as well as a husband. She actually seemed impressed at her mother's empowerment and she and I talked about it one evening when she was home during Spring Break. She asked me how I felt about it and I told her honestly that our relationship was strong and solid and that sometimes sex can be separate from love, though usually better when there is love. I also said that people can love more than one person without diminishing the love of the other, and that I knew that her mother and Will had fallen in love of sorts.

Olivia would meet Will at least once a week, usually Thursdays, and they would suck and fuck multiple times, but they would also go out for drinks or dinner, go to the theater, or come to our place and she would make him dinner while I stayed out of the way to give them privacy. Only once did I actually see them having sex and it was actually both beautiful and sexy. They truly made love, and Olivia worshipped Will's cock, as he worshipped Olivia's body. I watched her try to take as much of his cock in her mouth as she could but only managed a bit more than the head. Her pussy and ass had no such limitations and he came inside each of her holes that night. When they weren't using their mouths to pleasure the other, they were kissing passionately. In fact it seemed they couldn't stop kissing each other.

I admit that over time I began to feel that I was losing her. She did her best to convince me otherwise but her love and passion for Will was hard to dispute, and she wouldn't - she was always totally honest. While she typically only spent one night a week with him, most evenings she would be online chatting with him

too. She didn't hide those chats from me and I saw how much they cared for each other, but I also saw that he was becoming obsessed with her fucking other guys. While I quietly accepted it as part of who Olivia was, and also understood that it was her choice and her motives that drove it, he pushed and pushed.

One night while chatting with him she grew frustrated and got up and visited me in my office. She walked up to me and pulled my cock out and began to suck on me until I was hard, then told me she needed me to fuck her and cum inside her. Always the good husband, I obliged and enjoyed her very wet pussy until I heard her cumming and couldn't hold back and let loose a particularly large load.

Olivia went back to her laptop and told Matt matter of factly that I had just fucked her and cum inside her. I think she was trying to startle him into realizing what exactly his fantasy would mean but all it did was turn him on even more.

A couple of months later, Matt was going to England on business and really amped up the pressure on Olivia to fuck another guy. Two days into his trip Olivia called me to say she'd be out late that night. When she came home around 1am I could tell she had fulfilled Matt's wishes. Rather than glowing with a freshly fucked look, Olivia looked pissed as Hell.

"What the fuck is wrong with men?" She snarled.

"What did we do this time?"

"Why does Matt seem so obsessed with me fucking other men? Why can't he just be happy with me? Christ, I've swallowed so much of his cum it's ridiculous, I've let him fuck me at work, in public, in front of you....it's never enough."