We had been married for about five years. My wife, Julie, was a small, lively brunette, with a body that, whilst cuddly, was still very shapely. It wasn’t just her body that men found attractive, I knew. It was something about her personality. She was one of those women who could walk into a room and all the men would notice her – and wonder why, and all the women would see the men looking – and wonder why. She was attractive and sexy, but no-one could ever quite explain it. I knew why I found her sexy, it was those occasional glimpses of what was going on in her mind that turned me on. Other men? – they just knew that they wanted to fuck her!
Not that I didn’t, of course and, over the years, sex had just got better and better for us. That was probably because it wasn’t just sex – we had a genuine affinity, almost to the point of reading each others’ minds. Sexually, we had similar tastes, and had experimented along the way, so we had a fair range of things that we knew we both liked. Nothing extreme, I hasten to add! Just the use of various oils and fluids for sensual massage, oral foreplay – some exhibitionism, and mild bondage (restraint and submission, rather than pain, that is). We also liked making up role play stories, which we would whisper to each other as we made love.
In short, things were pretty good between us. Not that there weren’t things we didn’t share, of course. One of Julie’s fantasies was to be spanked before being thoroughly fucked and, although I had done this for her, I wasn’t into it as much as she was. Similarly, one of my fantasies was to watch her being taken by another man. Her response to this had always been “No way.”
For my part, I wasn’t at all worried by her refusal. After all, it was only a fantasy and, to be quite honest, not one which I was entirely sure that I could handle in any case. Call it insecurity if you will, but knowing how attractive she was to men both thrilled me and made me extremely defensive, so I found it safer to dream the dream. Not that I couldn’t trust her! She had always been absolutely honest with me, and that had always commanded reciprocal candour on my part. One example of this involved our next door neighbour, Steve. He was a little younger than us, in his early twenties, and had split from his partner some months previously. He was a pleasant, educated and polite man – friendly, but not pushy, and we both liked him.
We had got to know him quite well since the split, probably because he was around much more than before. Julie had felt sorry for him, and had persuaded me that we should invite him round for dinner one evening. We had, and had all been friends ever since. In fact, he and I actually got on like a house on fire, particularly when we had both had a few drinks, and were reverting into childhood!
I knew Steve was trustworthy, so I had no problem with those few occasions when Julie had invited him in to our apartment in my absence. It hadn’t been often – he’d fixed a leaking tap, collected a delivery left with us – that sort of thing. I knew he fancied her (they all did), but I knew from what Julie had mentioned about those occasions that even though he’d been mildly flirtatious, it had always been well within the bounds of politeness and friendliness. For Julie’s part, it seemed that she’d just accepted that as her due, and then got on with her life.
Although he never intruded, Steve often joined us, at our request, on an evening when we weren’t doing anything special, and when there was a match on TV or we had hired the latest video from the store around the corner. We lived in a warehouse conversion, so our living room had plenty of space but, in fact, the focal point was the TV in the centre, with a small settee facing it. The three of us would watch TV together – our settee had enough room for all of us to sit comfortably – and Steve and I normally took each side, with Julie in the middle.
I suppose the room was badly designed. Just a little too large, it presented the appearance of a small livable area (in the centre) surrounded by vast empty space. This was largely due to the fact that we couldn’t afford enough furniture to fill it – the apartment was in a well sought after area, next to a canal, and the bulk of our money had gone on securing it! One other problem caused by the space was that the designers had been forced to leave in the cast iron pillars, supporting the warehouse floors, and although these added to the atmosphere of the apartments, they created problems when it came to placing furniture, as they hadn’t been placed for ergonomic considerations. Along the eastern side of the room was a corridor, which incorporated the entrance to the apartment. At one end of this were the bedrooms and a bathroom and, at the other, a small kitchen.
Sorry, I’m digressing! Anyway, that particular evening, we had all been watching a video. Julie had stacked up several bottles of wine from the kitchen, and we just kept helping ourselves. We had probably each had a bottle and a half over the course of the evening! None of us were normally heavy drinkers so, as you might guess, we were all slightly the worse for wear by the time the video ended. As usual, after a little more small talk, Steve got up to go, and I saw him out.
The video had been slightly arousing. It had been a thriller, rather than anything more titillating, but there had been one scene where the heroine got tied up and evilly threatened etc. by the villain, before the hero managed to save her. It was a stock storyline, I knew, but the heroine had managed to look extremely vulnerable and helpless, and innocently attractive at the same time – a combination guaranteed to raise my blood pressure!
Consequently, within an hour of Steve leaving, I had drawn Julie into one of our favourite role plays. We had done it once or twice before, to good effect! Basically, I stripped her (with slight struggling on her part), tied her hands and blindfolded and gagged her. For this, we had found that one of the metal pillars came in handy, and Julie had told me that being bound to that, waiting in anticipation for what I would do next, was one of the best turn-ons ever!
What I normally did next usually involved some messing with her senses – touch, texture, smell, heat or cold, for instance. Time, too – she could never tell when something would occur, it might happen very quickly, or it might take ages. The anticipation, and surprise, was what I knew she liked. On this occasion, I had her kneeling. Her hands were tied behind her, and behind the post, so that she was effectively sitting back on her haunches, with her back upright against the pillar. She was blindfolded and gagged, as usual but, tonight, I had added something new! This was something that had occurred to me a week or so earlier, and I’d brought home a set of industrial earplugs – the small, soft things that you push inside your ear, and which then expand to cut out any noise. Julie was now deaf, dumb and blind – her only operative senses were touch and smell!
I’d left her, tied like that, and wandered into the kitchen (I wanted some ice from the refrigerator), when there was a tap on the apartment door. I opened it, and Steve was stood there, smiling. I suppose my surprise must have shown, because he said, quickly, “Sorry to bother you, but I’m afraid I might have left my mobile in your kitchen. I remember using it earlier, but I think I may have put it down to open that last bottle of wine.”
“Oh …. Right! I said, disconcerted, and turned to lead the way to the kitchen.
“How’s Julie’s head?” I heard Steve say over my shoulder.
“Not too bad,” I replied, laughing, “But I bet it’ll be worse tomorrow!”
As I entered the kitchen, sure enough, I spotted Steve’s mobile on the draining board. I grabbed it and turned … to find he wasn’t there! As I sprinted down the short corridor, I realized what had happened – he’d stuck his head into the living room to say ‘Hi’ to Julie!
Sure enough, I got to the living room door and Steve had stepped into the room. He was just stood, stock still, with his back to me. Over his shoulder, I could see what had stopped him dead – my wife, helpless, patient, breasts jutting forward, thighs slightly parted, totally available!
Standing back, observing the scene almost like a movie, I saw something else, too. She was magnificent! Involved closely in what we had been doing, I hadn’t been able to take it all in but, now, I was seeing her differently! It was as though it was the first time I had seen her like this! Emotions shot through me like lightning, blowing my mind. Out of it all, one idea surfaced – I wanted this moment forever! Stepping to the table, I picked up the digital camera that I always kept handy for our sessions and, quickly stepping back, I took the shot of my life – the doorway silhouetting a scene of a man stood, with his back to the camera, surveying a beautiful, bound woman.
I can’t say that I was a dispassionate observer. For one thing, I had a mighty erection! For another, I wanted more! Stepping into the room, I looked at Steve. He was spellbound! Like me, his pants were sporting a huge lump. I broke his concentration by whispering “Move closer, I want another shot!”
His head twitched, but he never took his eyes off my wife. Slowly, almost enthralled, he moved closer to her. I had to take him by the shoulders and move him into position, his eyes were drinking in every fine detail of the woman at his feet, and I quickly took a shot, past the tent in his trousers, of Julie’s face, blindfolded and gagged (with her own panties, by the way – something else which turned us both on).
I suppose that was the point at which one could say the drink had affected my judgement. I had no thought for anything outside what was taking place, no consideration of any aftermath, or any feelings but my own. All I could think of was that I wanted a more intense shot – something charged, something exceptional!
“Strip off!” I whispered to Steve.
Julie didn’t budge, she was entirely in her own world.
“Strip!” I repeated, noticing him look at me questioningly.
He began to remove his clothing with such alacrity that I was obliged to caution him “No touching, do you understand?” Looking at Julie all the while, he nodded perfunctorily and continued to strip, more slowly. I looked at him, hardly critically. The single impression he gave off was one of unchecked sexual power. A thin, wiry body, supporting a huge erection, out of proportion to the rest! Slightly longer and thinner than mine, it had a large bulbous end – unlike me, he was circumcised!
For the next half hour, I took shot after shot of Julie, tied in various positions, with Steve’s lower body taking up a suggestive stance in each shot. At one point, I remember, I took the risk of going to the kitchen for some yoghourt, and then taking a photo of Steve’s cock, superimposed over Julie’s breasts, dripping with white moist trails. Julie, obviously, knew none of this. She told me later that she had guessed I was taking photos, and so what was happening to her made sense.
The culmination of this intense session came with a shot which I found totally overpowering. I had placed Julie over the arm of the settee and bound each ankle to a castor. From behind, I took a snapshot at quite a low level. It was fantastic! Every detail of Julie’s bound ankles, shapely calves and white, quivering thighs was shown in crystal clear detail (I’d used a high resolution shot). At the top of her thighs, the curvature of her legs naturally drew the eyes towards her most private areas, that deep, dark secret a mystery no longer. As if to frame all this, the curve of her buttocks drew the eye up to a slender pair of bound wrists. She was totally open, on offer to anyone! My photo, of course, had Steve suggestively placed in the picture!
As I say, that effectively ended the session because, unable to control myself further, I dropped my trousers and, pushing past Steve, just plunged into my wife, bucking wildly, totally out of control. Julie just lay there, helpless, as I used her unmercifully, shooting my load in seconds and slumping down on top of her, exhausted.
When I looked around, Steve was nowhere to be seen. He had obviously decided that this last, intimate, moment was something he had no right to be involved in and left, quietly, although I wouldn’t have noticed anyway! Untying Julie, I drew her into the bedroom and, as soon as we had both recovered, we made love more naturally, finally dropping off to sleep in each others’ arms.
The next morning was a difficult one, for us both. I knew I had to be honest with Julie – I couldn’t ever lie to her – but I was dreading her reaction. To be honest, I realized that I didn’t have too much excuse for what I’d done. The drink, the atmosphere – none of it sounded too substantial when I tried to put words to it. In the end, I just sat her down and told her. As I expected, she was beside herself, although her initial fury did subside a little once I had made my apologies, and she managed to gain some self control.
I offered to ditch the photos immediately but, through gritted teeth, she said “I want to see them. I want to see what you did!”
Looking at them on the computer, she made no comment. She was very down, and wouldn’t share her feelings with me. I only realized what she was thinking when she said “Was it you?”
I was nonplussed at first, but realization hit me like a rocket. “No, sweetheart, you’ve got it wrong. It was me. I wouldn’t let anyone else take you like that without your knowledge!”
The misery, then relief, in her face struck me to the core. She wept, and I held her, whispered to her and, finally, I managed to get her to believe me. We nevertheless spent a subdued day until, at tea time, she said “Sit down, I need to talk to you!”
Dreading what she was about to come out with, I slowly sat, giving her my full attention. Gathering her thoughts, she finally said “You know, what hurt me so much about what you did was the deceit. I wasn’t part of what happened, you didn’t share it with me – you did it to me!”
I began, once again, to apologise, but she brushed my protestations aside.
“I believe you, I believe that you wouldn’t intentionally harm me. I know you’d been drinking, and temporarily lost your common sense, but we’ve got to go on from here – we have to become stronger.” Choosing her words carefully, she went on. “You’ve promised me that you will never go behind my back again, and we can’t be a couple if you do, but I love you – and I’d do anything for you. I didn’t realize that this fantasy was so important to you – it must be important for you to have risked everything – and so I need to be part of it if we are to move forward together.” She paused. “So, this evening, I want us to go through the photos again and, this time, I want you to tell me what you were thinking about as you took each one. Can you do that?”
There was only one answer! I loved her so much, and I realized that the quality of her love for me was something which I hadn’t, till then, fully understood. Something that I’d rather taken for granted. That evening, we trawled through the shots and I explained what element of the situation I had been trying to capture. Julie listened, almost without comment, she only made two remarks. The first was the initial shot of Steve’s cock within centimeters of her face. She said “I can remember smelling something different, something arousing, but I just thought it was you setting something up.” Her other comment was in respect of my last shot, where Steve’s cock pointed, juttingly, towards the dark place between her legs. “He’s so …” She thought for a moment ” …… rampant!” “What if he’d taken me then, what would you have done?”
Of course, I demurred. “I wouldn’t have let him and, anyway, you know Steve, you know we can trust him!”
She wouldn’t be deterred. “Look, he’s only an inch away from penetrating me.” If he’d wanted to slip inside me, you wouldn’t have been able to stop him in time. What if he had?” I hesitated, and Julie leaned forward, looking me straight in the eye. “Be honest, I deserve that, at least.”
She was right, of course. I’d behaved badly to her, and the least I owed her was an honest reply. Thinking carefully, I said “Look, I can only say that … Yes, I was aroused, but I don’t ever want to lose you so, if he’d taken you like that, without your knowledge, I’d probably have thumped him.
She wouldn’t let it drop. “But what if I had known, what if I’d agreed? How would you feel then?
Once again, I was absolutely honest. I knew that I had everything to lose by lying to her. “I’d probably have come right there, watching you.”
She considered for a moment. “I’m going to give you something that you’ll never get from any other woman. Something that shows you just how much I love you.” She added, “But if you ever devalue it, or denigrate it, we will be finished for good.”
I listened carefully as she went on. “The session we had last night was a turn on for me – as I said, that wasn’t what made me angry – and, I have to admit that I do find the photos sexy. She looked directly at me. “So we’re going to do them again and, this time, I will willingly do anything you want.” She must have seen my reaction, because she went on to say “But I do have one or two conditions. Firstly, I only want us to do it with Steve – no one else – I know him, I quite like him, and …” she smiled. “… I’ve seen what he will put into me!” Secondly, we will review all the photos, and then they’re gone! We don’t keep them, and Steve never gets to see any! Finally, I’m not committing us to do this again – ever. That isn’t to say we might not, but we’ll agree anything we do do between us – I don’t want us exchanging a natural, loving relationship for a perverse, sexual one.”
Needless to say, my cup ranneth over! Not only did I feel honoured and blessed to have this fine, sensitive woman as my partner, but I knew that, if we were never to role play again, her gift of herself would be sufficient for me. In short, I loved her!
A week later, the scene of that night was repeated. During the week, Julie had seen Steve a couple of times and, in her subtle, women’s way had let him know that she wasn’t unhappy with what had taken place so, when I asked him round for the evening, he consented with enthusiasm. This time, we went straight into it. Steve was sat on the settee, when Julie came into the room. She was wearing a simple black dress, with pearls, and very high heels. She just went straight across to him, presented him with a length of soft rope, and said “Strip me, then tie me.” She then turned her back to him, standing up perfectly straight and relaxed.
After a glance at me (waving my camera), he stood, and unzipped her dress. It fell around her ankles, and Julie was displayed in black, bra, panties, suspenders and stockings. She crossed her wrists behind her, and Steve quickly bound them together. I provided two lengths of silk and, soon, Julie was also gagged and blindfolded.
Now, Steve took charge. He walked around in front of Julie, inspecting her almost like a sergeant-major. Raising a hand, he squeezed Julie’s breast. Stoically, she submitted to him. Suddenly, without warning, he pushed her backwards. I was concerned at first, but soon realized that he had intended for her to fall onto the settee, where her legs parted, as she tried to regain some balance. Steve quickly knelt and, placing a hand on each knee, forced her legs wide apart. She was spread open before him, and his head darted between her legs – he was sucking her through her black, satin panties! This time, Julie couldn’t remain so impassive. As his tongue stroked back and forth over her crotch, her head twisted from one side to the other, almost as though she wanted to get away.
There was no such option. Pushing her back and lifting her legs around, Steve positioned her so that she was lying lengthwise on the settee. It only took a minute for him to shed his clothes, and then he was on her! But not the missionary position – he wanted to 69 her, and his head was soon between her legs again, as he simultaneously drew her panties down her hips. Pinned beneath him, Julie couldn’t move, and soon Steve’s hand crept down to her mouth, where he released the gag. Anything she might have said was lost, as he instantly thrust himself at her lips, and she had no option but to accept him fully into her mouth.
All this time, I had been snapping away with the camera, but there was now something of a hiatus as Steve continued to enjoy himself, so I took the opportunity to lose my own clothes – once again, I had a real boner!
After enjoying himself for a while, Steve got up and lifted Julie to her feet. Re-gagging her, his next move was sudden – he ripped her bra right off, making her tits bounce about violently. Her panties, still around her knees, were the next to go, although he merely drew them down her legs and made her step out of them. Bodily, he propelled her towards the table, bending her across it. Looking around, he saw some lengths of rope that I had left out, just in case, and quickly gathered them up. Securing one of Julie’s nyloned ankles to the table leg, he pulled the other across to the opposite leg.
This left Julie spread so wide that she was unable to stand on her high heels, and her body sagged over the table top. She was now completely exposed from behind, and must have had some idea what was to come. I certainly did, and positioned myself low down behind her with the camera. Steve quickly moved into place behind her, and I was able to get a great shot of him guiding his dick towards the entrance of Julie’s sopping pussy.
As Steve poised himself for entry, I set the camera to repeat, and got a click by click record of the next few seconds. Basically, he just lined himself up and thrust! Julie, silent throughout all this, uttered a muffled groan as his throbbing tool, aided by her wetness, easily impaled her. Then, he began thrusting at her – violently, at first, but varying the pitch, intensity and speed of his thrusts from time to time. As he fucked her, his hands caressed her lower body, squeezing each buttock and, occasionally, pulling them apart, as if to allow him even deeper access. On one occasion, he leaned right forward over Julie and reached around her to squeeze her breasts but, as this limited his fucking action, he soon reverted to the previous position.
After a few shots of Steve fucking my wife, taken from various angles and longer ranges, I abandoned the camera in favour of rubbing my own engorged tool and just enjoying the view. However, when I realized that Steve’s strokes were becoming shorter, and more stilted, I recovered it – I wanted a record of what was to come!
What was to come was, of course, Steve! From a position below and between their legs, I snapped away as his balls contracted and pumped floods of his semen into my wife’s receptive body. With the camera on repeat once more, I was able to record his semi hard member disgorging itself from her. It left a gaping cavern, containing a lake of white cum which flowed out of her, trickling down her pussy lips and onto her thighs. Again, I got in several snaps of the action, before her muscles pulled everything back into place. As he withdrew, Steve’s member bobbed momentarily, and several sticky strings of seed stretched, like elastic, from his bulbous tip as they plummeted earthwards. Being in the range of fire, I withdrew hurriedly!
Steve threw himself on the settee, obviously physically drained by his efforts. I looked at Julie, lying bound and exposed, used and taken – and wanted her! I wanted her badly and, without hesitation, rammed my quivering member into the place so recently occupied by Steve. My prick slid in, easily, on a film of their combined juices, and I thrust away wildly. In my state of arousal, I knew that it wouldn’t be long before I, too, had seeded my wife but, in fact, it was sooner than I anticipated. As I thrust in and out of her, something happened which was a first for us both!
Julie is one of the many women who can’t reach an orgasm during sex. We’d used foreplay, and afterplay, to give her that release, but achieving it during intercourse had always eluded us. Now, I felt something like a twitch in Julie’s fanny and, as I continued to thrust into her, it became a series of twitches. Julie reacted as though someone had applied electric current to her. If she hadn’t been tied, I know that she would have closed her legs tightly, and prevented me from continuing. As it was, she had no choice!
Fortunately, for my wife, the knowledge that I was finally making her come took me over the edge, and I, also, bucked wildly as I shot stream after stream of semen into her helpless body!
Sated, I withdrew to the settee and Steve, now recovered, untied Julie, helping her up gently, as she recovered from both the stiffness induced by the confined position, and the double ravaging that she had experienced. As she recovered, and stood upright, Steve kissed her gently, and thanked her. It was a wonderful gesture, and I knew that Julie warmed to him because of it.
The three of us showered together, amicably, and Steve left. Julie and I settled down to a long, cosy session in which we shared with each other the feelings and thoughts which we had each experienced during that evening.
Although we continued to see Steve regularly, things sort of quietened down for a while, and there was no repeat of that evening’s activities. It was several months later before anything significant happened. During that time, Steve had acquired a girl friend. Her name was Marie, and she was a nurse. She was a very attractive girl, about 5ft 4″ tall, in her mid 20’s and of Philipino descent. Steve had brought her to our apartment on a number of occasions, and we all got on together extremely well. I don’t believe he’d exactly told her about the fantasy we’d all shared, but I got the impression that he’d probably let her know that we were fairly relaxed when it came to sex. Certainly, we were all relaxed together on those occasions when they joined us. There was always a good deal of banter and sexual innuendo, and nobody seemed concerned at us all having to sit closely together in order to watch TV. Sometimes, Marie would sit on my knee, or perhaps Julie on Steve’s. It didn’t lead to anything – it was just friendly and relaxed.
But it was one such evening that did lead to something. As usual, we’d all had a fair bit to drink, then we’d all watched a video. It wasn’t our normal practice, but we’d all decided to have an adult movie, for a change. Steve and Marie had selected it and, I suppose, they hadn’t done a bad job as, unlike a lot of those films, this one actually had a believable plot. Both Julie and I have similar tastes in our erotica, so I knew that she, like me, would have found it more arousing than the standard ‘wham bam, thank you ma’m’ rendition.
Marie had gone to the kitchen, and I was rewinding the tape. Steve had remained seated on the settee, as had Julie, and I heard him ask her what she’d thought of the film. Julie’s response was “Just the thing to get a girl going!” I could tell by the low, slow drawl of her reply that she was feeling tipsy, relaxed, and slightly sensual and, as I turned towards them, I could see that she’d leant amicably against Steve, drawing her legs up on the cushion. Steve’s response was to put an arm around her shoulders, hugging her close, and say “So I guess I’m all right tonight?”
Her response to this made me do a double take! She just looked up at Steve, then put her hand behind his neck, and pulled him down to her upturned face. She kissed him long and sensuously, and he responded in kind!
It was as though I wasn’t there! Steve turned his body towards her, and his other hand went round her waist. It didn’t stay there long! Julie was wearing a thin, summer dress – one of those knee-length, flouncy things, the sort that flares out from the waist. It was white, with a pretty pattern of red poppies printed faintly on the material. She had complemented the dress with red beads and white stockings and shoes. Steve’s hand was now exploring the bodice or, more accurately, what was in it! He was gently caressing her breast through the soft material of her dress and the white, wispy bra below it. As I watched, his hand left her upper body and went down to her knee. Julie showed no sign that any of this was unacceptable, on the contrary, she was kissing him as though they were both schoolkids on a first date!
Their lips and tongues fully engaging each other, Steve’s hand now began to travel up Julie’s leg, under the hem of her dress. As his palm caressed her nyloned leg, more and more was exposed, from the ordinary weave of her nylons, past the thicker strip at the top and, finally, I could see his hand stroking the soft white flesh of Julie’s thigh.
Some women might have regarded this as the point where they should break off the contact. Not Julie! Her left hand, till now stroking Steve’s cheek, traveled down to his groin and began massaging it through his trousers. Thus encouraged, Steve’s hand began a traverse across the top of Julie’s thigh, quickly delving down so that his hand was now caressing the inside of her other thigh, and gently rubbing the front of her panties. Julie immediately granted him easier access by parting her legs, and he began to rub her crotch in earnest.
I was mesmerized! There was my wife, her dress around her waist, giving herself to the neighbour right in front of me! I had no doubt that Julie was going to go all the way – she was no tease – but I couldn’t believe that she was doing this entirely on her own account! I had always expected that, if she had ever done something like this, there would be a glance – something to check that I was OK with things. Here, there had been absolutely nothing! Julie appeared to have forgotten that I existed! I knew that I couldn’t criticize, after what I had asked Julie to do for me on that previous occasion, so I tried to be rational about things. Did I love her? – Yes. Did I own her? – No. Did I trust her? – ….. The answer to that was also ‘Yes,’ but there was a little voice in the back of my head, telling me that I was trying to convince myself a little too desperately. However, any misgivings that might have developed on my part were quickly dispelled, as I heard a voice say “Well, if it’s to be that sort of party, we might as well all enjoy ourselves!”
I turned, and Marie was stood, smiling at me. She was holding a tray of drinks. Putting them down, she took my hand and gently pulled me out of the room, towards the bedroom. As I left the room, I took one, last glance backwards. The scene was as before, except that Steve’s hand was now moving around inside Julie’s panties!
Marie soon took my mind off what was happening to my wife. She had a fit, lithe body, the ability to bend any way she wanted, and absolutely no inhibitions! She knew what she wanted and, even when I thought I didn’t have anything further in me, she was able to arouse me to new heights. Some time during the night, in the early hours, I awoke. Turning to see Marie sleeping peacefully next to me, I rose, put on my dressing gown, and tiptoed out of the room. Going along the corridor, I gently eased open the door to the living room and peeked round.
Items of clothing were spread haphazardly around the settee. I could see a bra, Steve’s underwear, a stocking, a shirt – all scattered at random, as though they had been torn off in a hurry (which they probably had). In the middle of this chaos, my wife, totally naked, slept peacefully, with Steve sleeping on top of her, and between her parted legs. They had all the characteristics of a couple who had fucked themselves to a standstill!
Julie’s face was so peaceful, almost beatific, like the Mona Lisa, and it caused another bout of insecurity on my part. Had Steve given her as much pleasure as I did? Was he a threat to me – to us? It was with some difficulty that I reassured myself that my wife loved me and that I trusted her, and turned back towards the bedroom. If, in the morning, I took Marie, once again, with more than usual savagery, I told myself that it was down to the rare sensation of experiencing a different woman. Certainly, Marie seemed to have no complaints – she met me thrust for thrust!
Later, I rose, dressed and returned to the living room. Outside the door, however, I heard several muffled cries from Julie, which indicated that our partners had still to complete their activities so, instead, I went to the kitchen, where Marie joined me for breakfast.
I suppose it was another hour before Julie and Steve joined us. I couldn’t help but inspect Julie. She appeared relaxed and happy. Her tousled hair and bright smile, and the soft robe showing off her curves, made her look extremely attractive. She came straight to me, kissed me, and said “Thanks for that, sweetheart.” Steve was more matter of fact, just saying “Hi” to Marie as he kissed her on the cheek. He looked quite satisfied with himself – I could understand why! And there was something about his attitude to Julie that had changed. After a while, I realized what it was. He knew that he didn’t face rejection by my wife, and as polite as he was, couldn’t prevent a certain confidence in his manner towards her from showing through!
After a short period of small talk, Steve and Marie left. Although I wanted to appear casual, I couldn’t help but ask “What was it like?” Julie avoided going into any detail, all I got from her was “Good, how was yours?” so I was forced to leave that line of questioning, and was left feeling rather insecure.
I was reassured, therefore, when, that evening as we settled down in bed, Julie cleverly revealed the details of what she and Steve had done, in order to arouse me – to the point where I actually pre-ejaculated. Although I was a little dismayed by this, Julie wasn’t concerned and skillfully brought me back to a state whence we were able to re-establish our relationship.
Things appeared to be back to normal between us and, over the next few weeks, I relaxed a little, although I was a little disappointed that Julie’s attitude to Steve appeared as relaxed and friendly as before. I guess I had rather hoped that she might lose interest in him! Nevertheless, she gave me no reason to doubt her, and I soon told myself that I had no cause to worry.
In fact, it was several months later when I did notice that she had cooled towards him. By then, Marie had moved on, and he was single again. I noticed that Julie didn’t encourage his visits to our apartment any longer, and that he, himself, wasn’t quite as keen.
I asked her directly about the change, and was concerned when she took my hand and sat us both down. She talked to me honestly. Apparently one afternoon, a week or so previously, she had gone down to Steve’s flat to borrow some milk. When he had answered the door, he had pulled her inside and, despite her protests and struggles, dragged her to the bedroom. There, for over two hours, he had fucked her!
I asked her exactly what he had done to her. Julie’s short reply was “Whatever he wanted.”
My wife must have read my expression, because she quickly went on to say “No – you must understand, it wasn’t being taken against my will that upset me. In fact, I rather enjoyed it. I didn’t struggle too much, only enough to make it interesting. Steve knew that!”
She hesitated, then went on. “Nobody owns me. As far as anyone can, you do – because I choose. But the problem is that Steve has begun to assume proprietary rights over me, which he just doesn’t have. I don’t want things like that happening if you aren’t party to them. One way or another, that’s a threat to us and, however much I like him, I love you, I love us, and I can’t let him interfere with that.” I asked Julie if she’d told Steve this, and she said “Not directly, but he knows. He knows it’s over.”
After that, we resumed our life. Although we still had Steve over now and again, things always seemed rather subdued and, gradually, his visits tailed off. After another few months, he got a new job out of town and moved house. We rarely hear from him these days.
Julie and I are stronger than ever. We have never considered doing anything like that again. Thinking about it, you could argue that it had really all happened by circumstance in the first place! What we do have, however, is a series of memories which we can each weave into a fantasy to share with each other. And …. I nearly forgot – one or two photos! Julie let me keep those where no-one could be identified, including a brilliant shot of a cock leaving a dripping cunt!