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~Subject: Linda1.txt (1/9) mf wife bj

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Linda's husband catches her giving a blowjob to another guy. He
gets turned on by what he sees and persuades her to accept dates
with other men. She tries it with a client from work.

This is an original story by Lingus. Comments and new story ideas
are welcome via email. Part 1 of 9.

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Chapter 1: Caught In the Act

I don't know why I was surprised. In fact, I should have expected
Linda to cheat on me. After all, she was married when we were
introduced. A mutual friend said that she gave a lot of signals
that she was on the make. She quickly accepted my invitation to
lunch, and then she quickly accepted an invitation to spend an
afternoon on a friend's boat. She was just too easy.

Over the next several months as we continued to see each other, I
found that she was also seeing at least one other guy. He was
black. She refused to stop seeing him because he had a cock "that
long" (holding her hands a foot apart). Apparently her husband had
had enough of this. He split. Linda admitted that she had "a
number" of affairs during that marriage. I was surprised on several
occasions when I mentioned the names of guys I had talked to during
the course of my business day. She knew many of them too...in a
biblical sense. Sometimes I got some details of the relationship...
usually not. Most of them seemed to have been zipless one night
fucks. Some were longer term affairs. I never did make an accurate
count but there were dozens. The woman obviously LOVED to fuck.
That's what appealed to me about her. She is the most sensuous
woman I have met. There is something about her manner, her touch
and her voice that is very seductive. When she had a drink or two
she was EXTREMELY amorous.

Anyhow, after our affair had gone on for a couple of years, we both
found ourselves without spouses and decided to get married. For the
first year or so of our marriage I was the typical uptight jealous
husband. Although I was not aware of any sexual activities on her
part, she flirted outrageously. I would often go into a rage and
demand that we go home from various social events. Finally, at a
friend's birthday party, it really hit the fan. We had been there
for an hour or so when I realized that Linda was not around.
Neither was a very good looking guy that she had just met that
evening. I started looking around for them with my suspicions
growing by the minute. The home was very small so it didn't take
long to check it out. They weren't in any of the rooms I checked.
Finally I found the basement stairway.

The lights weren't on down there so I was about to turn and go on
when I heard Linda's muffled laugh. Then I heard a man's voice say
something like "come on...prove you know how". My heart stopped. I
was about to call her when something made me stop. Instead I crept
barefoot down the stairs. It took a minute for my eyes to adjust to
the semi-darkness when I reached the bottom. They weren't in
eyesight so I waited and listened. Then behind some shelves I heard
more of their sounds. She was still giggling but it was interrupted
with silent pauses. I moved near the shelves and looked through a
small opening between some cans. There they were. They were kissing
passionately. Then he pulled away and said "Aw, go ahead. Let's see
if you really are that good at sucking cock".  She said "Well I am
that good, but you'll just have to take my word on it. After all,
your wife is upstairs and so is my husband. He would kill me if he
found out". Then he pulled her to him again and moved one hand to
her breast. She gasped softly. Then he began to push her down. She
didn't seem to resist too strenuously. I knew from my past
experience with her that he was about to get his blowjob. She was
past saying no. He knew it too. Without saying another word he
reached down, unzipped his pants and pulled out a very erect 7"
cock.  I didn't know what to do. I had naively thought that she
would never go so far. In those few seconds I felt a terrible sense
of rage mixed with a strange feeling of excitement. My heart began
pounding as I watched her face move closer to his cock. It suddenly
was engulfed in her mouth. There was my wife sucking another man's
cock...and doing it only a couple of feet in front of me. WOW! All
I could do was watch. I realized that my cock was also very hard,
and that I was breathing very heavily...so heavily that I was
afraid that they would hear me. Fortunately they were now making
noises of their own. Linda is a very noisy cocksucker making
slurping sounds and low moans, often at the same time. The guy also
quickly began to moan. Somehow, I found this very erotic...probably
the most erotic experience I had ever had.

It didn't take her long. In just a minute or two he began to have
difficulty breathing and then his body went rigid. Linda doesn't
always like to swallow cum, but this time she kept him in her mouth
as he shot his load. In just a few seconds it was over for him. She
began licking up and down his shaft as if to clean it all off and
sucking on the tip to get the last drop.

Unfortunately, I realized almost too late that I was about to cum
too. Quickly I unzipped my pants and worked to release my 6"
erection before I came all over myself. I barely made it, but in
the process I bumped the shelf and knocked over a spray can of some
sort. Instantly it was very still. Then Linda gasped "Oh, my god".
I stood up from my crouching position and quickly zipped my pants.
Then I went around the end of shelves as they worked to recompose
themselves and their clothes. Since Linda was facing my way she was
the first to see me. She was immediately terrified at what might be
coming. When the guy realized that I was there, he became somewhat
belligerent until I told him to shut up or I'd yell for his wife.
I then said to Linda "That was VERY interesting. I think we'd
better go home". She agreed that it was a good idea. I'm sure that
she figured that otherwise there might be a very embarrassing
scene. She did need to visit the bathroom first, however. It was
nearly twenty minutes before she came out again. I think she was
physically ill at the prospect of what was coming.

Nothing was said in the car. When we arrived home, again there was
a prolonged visit to the bathroom. When she finally came out, she
said "Look that was really dumb and I'm very sorry. Can we just
forget about it for tonight. I am really very sick right now." I
don't know exactly why, but I put my arms around her and told her
that I loved her and that we could discuss it tomorrow. I also
suggested that she not worry about it. She seemed very puzzled by
my response. Honestly, so was I.

We had both had a hard time sleeping that night. I am sure she was
anticipating the tongue lashing that she was going to get in the
morning. I, on the other hand, kept reliving those few minutes in
the basement and getting turned on each time I did so. I even
fantasized about their having gone further and having fucked. I
found that prospect extremely exciting. I had read over the years
a number of articles and letters in various men's magazines which
told of men who liked to see their wives with other men. I had
categorically found them exciting, but I had never been able to
think of Linda in that context. In fact, one time Linda caught me
reading some of that material in "Variations" magazine and
masturbating while doing so. She was pretty mad about it and got
even more angry when she read the letters in question and realized
what I had found so exciting. It was a rather strange paradox..this
wanton woman who didn't like the idea of husbands who gave their
wives permission to do what she had been doing secretively for
years.

The next morning (a Saturday) the atmosphere was pretty subdued
during breakfast. Linda didn't eat claiming to still be pretty
upset. I finally broke the ice by saying that that was really quite
a show that she had put on the night before. I guess she was rather
surprised at the "almost positive" tone of my comment because she
said "It wasn't really meant to be a show. In fact it wasn't meant
to happen. I had too much to drink, and he took advantage of me."
I told her how, in spite of the anger I felt when I first saw them,
I got very turned on...in fact that I was cumming when I knocked
over the can. She seemed almost offended and said "You mean you got
your rocks off watching another man fuck your wife's face?" I said
"Yes, I guess you could say that". She said something about my
being weird. I tried to avoid getting upset about that comment and
asked if she could admit to really enjoying sex..especially with
different guys.

After a long, often difficult (read angry) discussion we seemed to
come to a couple of conclusions. First, Linda thought of sex as a
natural progression in getting to know someone. She didn't think of
it as a particularly significant or intimate act. If she had her
way, blowjobs would replace handshakes. I think I understood that,
and given my newly found voyeuristic interest, I found that
possibility very exciting. On the other hand, she couldn't get
beyond thinking of my interest as weird..almost wrong. We let the
matter drop for the time.

Perhaps this is a good time to tell you a little more about
Linda..physically. She is a tall, slim and very attractive woman.
At 5' 7" and weighing only 110 pounds, some men think of her as
skinny. Her face and figure are rather similar to Princess Di's.
Her breasts are small (32B) but nicely firm with nipples that get
hard easily and often. She looks fantastic in a light blouse with
no bra. She loves to wear sexy underwear including garter belts and
hose with particularly sheer and/or brief panties. Her hair is
light brown. Her beaver is the same color but on her lips there is
very little hair at all. She almost looks shaved below the
beginning of her slit. When she is turned on her lips turn a bright
red and get very puffy. Needless to say, she also gets very
wet...and is that way most of the time.

When Linda and I have sex, we often talk to each other about things
that we know are a turn on. The next night after we had a good
start at getting amorous ( I spend a lot of time eating her pussy),
I mentioned that I would really love to see her getting fucked by
the guy she had blown a couple days before. She said "That might be
fun,  but I don't think I could do it with you watching".  That was
a better answer than I had dared to hope for so I asked "Would you
do it and tell me about it?" She said "Maybe". Again we dropped the
subject and took care of matters at hand.

The next night as we were watching TV, I decided to test the waters
by bringing up the subject again. At first Linda didn't want to
talk about it. I told her that at least I wanted to tell her
something. Then I told her that she had my permission to fuck or
suck any guy she wanted to as long as she told me about it and
didn't lie. I also asked her if she could think of any particular
guy that she knew that she might like to fuck. She immediately said
no..she could think of no one, but she did agree to think about it.

Linda works in a large office in Chicago which is about a thirty
minute train ride from our suburban home. Occasionally she stays in
town late (especially on Friday night) to go out for drinks or
dinner with some of her friends. Needless to say, on many of the
times when she did this I got pretty uptight, and a number of
fights arose when she got home without a satisfactory explanation
of what she did..and with whom. As luck would have it, the very
next Friday night was a night when she said she wanted to go out
and be home late. I got very excited about what might happen, but
I tried to be real cool. On Friday morning, I told her to have a
good time and "if you have a chance to get laid, go for it. Just
tell me about when you get home." She said that wasn't likely to
happen.

Regardless, I decided to wait up for her. The train she usually
takes on such occasions came and went. So did the next. Finally,
two hours later than she had said, she arrived home. My heart was
racing, hoping "it" had happened. I greeted her at the door, and as
soon as she sat down I asked if she had a good time. She said
"Yes". Good! Then I asked if anything special happened. She said
"such as"? "Such as getting laid", I responded. She said "Of course
not". My heart sank. She said "I told you I wouldn't do anything
like that." When I pressed her on why she was so late she came up
with some phony-sounding excuse about going with the girls to a new
place and losing track of time.

We both got ready for bed and although I was disappointed in what
didn't happen, I was still pretty turned on by the anticipation I
had felt all night. I started to caress her breasts. She resisted,
saying "I'm really very tired". I continued and made my usual next
move kissing my way from her breasts down her stomach towards her
pussy. She immediately grabbed my head and said "Don't do that!" I
began to wonder why, but I forced my way on down and ran my tongue
down her slit. It was very wet as usual, but there was a different
odor about it. Then I plunged my tongue deep into her cunt. There
was something in it...something thick and salty tasting. I didn't
know what to think. I almost shouted "You have cum in your pussy".
My cock immediately got as hard as it can get. I knew she had been
fucked. However, she denied it. I continued exploring her with my
tongue until I sucked out a rather large blob. I placed that in my
hand and held it up for her to see. "This is a guy's cum" I said.
"I want to know how it got there." She decided not to continue to
deny the obvious.

"Alright", she said. "Yes, its cum. I didn't say anything because
I didn't know if you were serious about letting me do things like
that." I was as angry as I was turned on at this point because she
had tried to deceive me even though she had gone through with the
invitation I gave her. I demanded to know every last detail about
what happened.

It seems that a guy named Gary who is a client at her office had
been hitting on her for several months. She had (or at least says
she had) turned him down repeatedly even though she found him quite
attractive. He came in earlier in the week and again asked her out.
This time she accepted. They had gone out for drinks and dinner,
and then they went back to his apartment. I asked her how and when
the subject of sex came up. She said it came up the day that she
accepted the invitation to dinner. He had said something about
wanting to get into those sexy panties that he heard that she
always wore. She claimed to have no clue as to how he knew about
her lingerie or who might have told him. I then asked her to tell
me in as much detail as possible what happened. She says that Gary
obviously knew he was going to score and that he started commenting
about it when they met at a bar. Then in the dark semi-privacy of
a booth he began exploring her body with his hands. He even had her
remove her panties so that he could have easier access to her wet
pussy. She in turn had given him a series of hand-jobs that stopped
just short of eruption. She admitted that anyone near them knew and
saw a lot of what was going on. That bothered her because she was
concerned about her "reputation", but she had been unable to get
him to stop, and she also had had three drinks.

They cut the preliminaries short and took a cab to his place. She
got fucked the first time in the cab. Gary pulled up her up onto
his lap and lifted her skirt. He then forced himself in (it
undoubtedly wasn't too hard to get in. Her pussy is a vacuum). As
she slid up and down his cock, she saw the cab driver watching
everything. She said that at first she was pretty uptight about
that. The cab driver seemed to watch them more than traffic, and he
paused a long time under every bright street light he could find.
Then she began to get excited at the thought of being watched. The
driver didn't charge them for the ride so she thought he must have
enjoyed the show.

At Gary's place they immediately jumped into bed for another go.
She finally got to display her oral talents and tried to get the
guy to eat her. He wasn't willing, however, since she was full of
his cum. He didn't want to cum in her mouth so they changed
positions, and he began to fuck her again. Throughout the course of
the next two hours she got two more loads of his cum. Linda said
that each time it seemed that he dumped a quart into her. Their
last fuck was in the shower as she was trying to clean up to come
home. Gary did have the class to go with her to the train station.
In the cab he tried to do her one more time, but she was sober
enough by then to refuse. As she left, Gary asked if he could see
her again. She says that she said she'd have to ask her husband. He
seemed dumbfounded by that comment. All the way home she could feel
her panties getting wetter with his cum. In fact, she finally put
a kleenex in her panties to keep from developing a conspicuous wet
spot.

After this recount of the evening, I was really horny. Within a
matter of a few minutes Linda had another fresh load of cum in her
pussy. She then promptly fell asleep with the cum of two men mixed
inside her. The next morning I was still excited about the new turn
of events and as soon as I awoke I rolled over and was just
beginning to insert my cock into her cunt when she awoke. She said
that she felt a little sore and pretty gooey, so would I accept lip
service instead. Of course, I accepted. As we ate breakfast, I
asked how she felt now about the previous night. Her first response
was that of disbelief that I really didn't mind that she had been
so bad. I assured her that not only didn't I mind. I LOVED it. In
fact I couldn't wait until it happened again. She then conceded
that she would like that too.

                         End  -  Chapter 1

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