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Open Marriage Chronicles - Part 5 (swingers, affairs)
By Bill (c) 1991
**
A development company recently contracted Bill for an engineering
consulting job in the Carolinas. I usually don't go with Bill on his
business trips, but because he would be gone for 3 weeks, I accompanied
him. The firm's architect, Fred, and his wife, Linda, who were leaving on
vacation, let us stay in their home.
We'd met them the previous evening, just before they drove to the
airport. Fred insisted, "We don't mind you using our home. There isn't
another house within a mile, so we're glad to have someone look after the
property!" Fred's a personable, balding man in his forties. His wife,
Linda, a secretary for a local banker, is in her late twenties, trim and
attractive.
Perched atop a high mountain, the home overlooks expanses of forested
mountains and the distant town where Bill would be working. Even if we'd
tried, we couldn't have found a hotel room with this exquisite a view.
An hour after Bill had left for work the next morning, I awoke, lifting
my robe from a chair. In my transparent nightgown, I walked to the
kitchen. I heated a cup of diet hot chocolate, draped the robe over my
lap and sat on the couch as I gazed out the broad window. The sun's
crimson rays rippled through puffs of clouds, above a sea of fog
extending almost to the mountain's peak.
Hearing an engine humming up the winding unpaved road toward the home, I
slipped on the crimson satin robe. I peered through the front door's
glass. A blond, lean and muscular six footer, in a blue velvet blazer and
white slacks, climbed from the jeep, reached for his briefcase, and
strode toward the house. He knocked, then boomed, "Linda? Fred?"
I tied the robe's belt, opened the door, and smiled, "I'm Ellen. Linda
and Fred left on vacation. My husband and I their 'official'
house-sitters."
Frustrated, he apologized, "Sorry. My name's Jack. I'm a vice president
at the bank. Linda's my secretary. I was hoping I'd get here before they
left. I'd told her that it would be a couple of months before I'd need
some documents she's been working on at home. I received a call this
morning from a bank customer that the deal's going through on Friday, so
I hoped I'd catch Linda before she and Fred left." His voice was slow and
modulated, a trace of a southern accent. He was, well...handsome.
"Come in," I offered. Closing the door behind him, I suggested, "Perhaps
we can find the papers." He thanked me, and we located the papers within
minutes on the architect's desk, alongside an electric typewriter.
He flipped through the file folder, saying, "Just like Linda! The work's
finished. Letter perfect, research and all! She's the world's greatest
secretary!"
"Nice compliment," I commented, glancing to his gold wedding band. I
gestured to my half-filled cup, asking, "You like hot chocolate?"
Nodding affirmatively, he laughed, "I don't need to get to work so early
anyway, since the work's finished."
As we talked on the couch, I explained why Bill wasn't home. Jack's blue
eyes grazed my body. I glanced to a mirror atop a bookcase, seeing that
my robe was open, exposing a generous portion of my breasts through the
transparent nightgown. Pretending I hadn't notice his stare, I walked to
the kitchen to fill a pitcher of chocolate as a frightful drumbeat
fluttered within my breast. I sat alongside him as I poured, my legs bent
beneath me.
I appraised Jack's perfectly healthy complexion, not tanned but palely
reddish. His eyes glinted, gazing now and then to the robe's open neck.
We fell silent. Trembling, I licked the dryness of my lips. His hand
brushed mine. My lips parted as he leaned to kiss me. My tremoring arms
encircled his neck as his lips crushed mine. I whimpered. His hands were
now beneath the robe, caressing my heaving breasts. My nipples were
standing out like spikes.
He stood, pressing my body to his, his long hardness throbbing against my
groin and thigh.
The telephone rang! I pulled away, lifting the receiver, and gulped,
"VanRyser's residence." Jack's lips had enveloped a firm, reddened
nipple.
It was Bill. "I'm in a bind, Ellen. I need some records from a downtown
law office, and the lawyers don't have a messenger. No one else is here.
I was wondering if you could do it for me?"
My voice quaking, I responded, "Just tell me where and how." I started to
say playfully that he could sure pick some great times to call me, but I
didn't want Bill to think I was complaining about the favor he was
requesting. Anyway I doubted that Jack would have believed me, had I told
him I had my husband's approval. Hanging up, I suggested to Jack, "Are
you free tonight?"
He was stunned, a bit nervous, so I lied, "Bill's leaving for Florida
early this afternoon. I'm alone for the evening."
He smiled. His wife was in Toronto for a club convention, he told me,
adding, "What time?"
When I arrived at the developer's office, I told Bill what had happened.
Nodding his approval, he grinned, "I'll be home an hour before Jack
arrives."
At 7:30 that night, Bill was relaxing in a patio folding chair in the
master bedroom's walk-in closet. I was sitting on the couch, attired in a
white satin dress, slit to the thigh, pretending to read an Architect's
Digest while I awaited Jack's arrival. I was too nervous to read. A
feeling like fear grips my stomach when I feel aroused. My breath was
huffing like a smokestack on a toy train.
The doorbell clanged.
A 15-mile-an-hour wind was blowing through the foyer as I held the door
open for Jack. At 5'8", I was only 4 inches shorter than Jack, but the
red western boots beneath his dress gray jeans added 2 inches to his tall
figure. He stepped in from the darkness, kissing me as he pushed the door
closed behind him. Handing me a bottle of champagne, he breathed, "You're
beautiful."
Smiling, I took his sheep-collared waist jacket, hung it in the
entryway's closet, then turned on trembling knees to retrieve a couple of
wine glasses. His blue western-style shirt was tailored like a glove.
Handing him the frosted glass, I remarked, "You changed clothes."
He nodded affirmatively. "Uh huh. Showered, shaved, et cetera. Had to do
something to calm my nerves tonight."
I'd clicked on the stereo and turned off all but the decorative
red-bulbed dining room chandelier, bathing the room in a soft crimson
glow. A slow melody was drifting from the room's four speakers. He
beckoned me to dance.
My legs were shaking, my breasts heaving in desire. My slender body
seemed particularly small and vulnerable as I leaned my head against his
chest. Jack's fingers stroked my shoulder length black hair, his lips
tracing a sensuous path down my neck as he fondled the soft fullness of
my breasts. His manhood was growing in the tight slacks, throbbing
against my groin and thigh, as his hips pressed mine. My tremoring body
was now as pliant as putty, my heart pounding so hard I couldn't breathe.
The song ended. I trembled as he swept me up to carry me down the long
hallway to the master bedroom. Joyous tears pooled in my eyes.
I'd forgotten Bill who was watching from the closet, only a dozen feet
from the bed where I lay in the dimness. I moaned beneath the tall form
standing above me. Jack removed my shoes, then my red satin belt,
unwrapping the dress to find I wore nothing beneath. He was staring at my
breasts, my stomach, my shaved mound, as he popped loose the snaps of his
western shirt. His slacks slid down his hips.
I gasped! His engorged manhood burst free, curving up more than a foot
from a patch of thick dark hair. "Oh, my GOD!" I muttered, fearfully, my
eyes wide. Although I was having second thoughts, I pulled his hips near.
He knelt alongside the bed. My quivering lips parted. My mouth enwrapped
his cock, gliding along the frightening length.
My eyes rolled up to look at him. His eyes were glazed with lust as he
disengaged and lay alongside me.
I glanced to the closet door Bill had left ajar. Unable to see my
husband, I knew he would now be feeling my own mad desire, pumping - as
he always did while watching - his hardened cock in the closet's
darkness. I closed my eyes, relishing Jack's gentle hands exploring the
soft curves of my body. My nipples tingled as his lips closed around a
hard, reddened spike. Impassioned fear churned within my stomach. I
pursed my lips, hissing in desire, as his tongue twisted a winding path
to my shaved mound.
I thrust my hips to his face, grinding my cunt against his mouth, my
heart pounding a wanton drumbeat as his tongue twirled over my clitoris.
I wailed at the thrills rippling through me like an electric current
coursing across a thunder-laden sky. Clasping my thighs around his ears,
I dug my heels into his back as fiery explosions blossomed within my
pussy. Tears of joy streaked along my cheeks like rivulets of rain on a
jetliner's windows.
I pulled him above me until his knees were straddling my breasts. He
braced his arms against the headboard above me. My lips stretched widely
as I took his rubbery monster in my mouth. My head bobbed as my tongue
slurped along its length. Now, beyond lust, I was WORSHIPING this broad,
purplish cock thrusting down the moistness of my throat. His instrument
hammered into my mouth until my passion was unbearable. My voice muffled
by his wide cock, I pleaded, "Mphhh! Please, Jack, I WANT you! I can't
WAIT any longer!"
My hips gyrated expectantly. My long legs now opened eagerly to accept
his huge curving cock floating toward the lips of my vagina. I shivered.
Realizing that his manhood was much longer and broader than any I'd ever
encountered, I whimpered with fright as he pushed past my cuntal folds.
He was splitting me apart! I screamed softly. Shocks rippled through my
groin as he pressed on, my vaginal walls expanding incredibly for this
giant tool. Yet I'd rather have died than have him stop now. Red coals of
passion smoldered in my vagina. I loved every inch of this massive
freight train slowly puffing into my smoking tunnel.
Jack was clearly aware of the difficulty, although I was crying as much
in pleasure as in pain. Finally, he was as far into my gushing depths as
he could push. My pain disappeared, replaced by blinding rapture. He rode
me with a fury, my cunt now burning in our forbidden fires. My legs
enveloped his hardened torso, my shaved mound quivering up to match every
steaming thrust.
In the stunning thrills of fucking Jack, I'd forgotten Bill; but as I
thrashed my head side to side, I glimpsed my husband's nude form step
from the closet to watch Jack's magnificent weapon invading my quivering
cunt. Logic and will abandoned me. I was far too lost in this hurricane
of passion to acknowledge my husband by smiling at him as I normally
would while he pumped his engorged cock.
The em blazoned yolks of Jack's eyes rolled as he plunged into me. I
opened my mouth widely as if this would somehow expand my cunt further to
accept Jack's final inches.
Bill jaw was sagging as he pumped his full length in a fury. Jack's body
and mine pulsated with a radiance. Our explosion was imminent. Bill's
intense stare told me that his mind and Jack's were now one.
I cried out as Jack's flames united with mine into a blazing inferno. We
shuddered with each thrust, our eyes glazing, craving the ultimate
gratification - release from this overwhelming passion.
I mewed, "Oh, FUCK me, Jack! FUCK ME-E-E-E-E!" Raging tides of passion
coursed through my body. delirious, I screamed,"Oh! God help me, Jack! I
LOVE you, Jack! I LO-O-O-O-VE YOU!" I loved him, loved in adultery,
uniting in flesh that which was already in our minds and souls.
And then! OH GOD! It happened in a blinding flash! We were coming in
thunderous waves. Our orgasms burst in a supernova of pleasure, raging
through my creaming cuntal walls. My mind was exploding with fiery
fragments that spider-legged like a billion falling stars across the
evening skies.
Jack's lips grazed my breasts in the blissful afterglow of our adultery,
our arms intertwined for an eternity of a half minute. As I fluttered to
earth, I remembered Bill.
I looked over Jack's shoulder. My husband had returned to the closet and
closed the door.
I smiled. Now, because of my unquenchable desire for the largest male
member I'd ever known, my husband would have to remain there until
morning. Jack would be mine for the night! Our journey into passion has
just begun.
Jack forced me to turn. My knees sunk into the red satin sheets like
coconuts into quicksand, my hands braced against the wall above our
headboard. His large hands grasped my hips. The yolks of my eyes rolled
madly as his massive member was entering my vagina from the rear. I
moaned. My husband was now in the closet, hearing all but unable to see
us.
I turned to look back, awed by Jack's huge cock. My pursed lips formed an
"oh" as I watched the instrument pushing deeply into my
excitedly-lubricated cunt. I spread my knees ever wider as the length and
breadth filled me. Sobbing in desire, I reached to caress his member
behind me, my hand tremoring. He slowly thrust into me until I was
whimpering with pleasure, "I LOVE you, Jack! I LOVE YOU!" I sucked in my
breath at the stunning sensations. I stared as he fucked into my depths,
my lips parted in wonder. We shared a sigh. I couldn't tear my eyes from
his cock, which was now bulging at its base, in an impending explosion,
as he groaned, his hips rolling and shuddering.
I gasped! Jack's firm manhood was expanding to an incredible size with
the onrushing tidal wave of a massive orgasm. My clitoris fluttered
unbearably as if to tell me we were to be coming together in a mind
boggling finale! My back arched expectantly, my fingers digging into his
hips behind me. I wailed, a long, modulated shriek of passion.
And then, we were exploding in rapture! Crying with wild abandon, I
tremored like a tree in an earthquake. His warm semen burst through my
channel, the creamy fluid splattering my inner walls, washing over his
cock, which was now erupting with a volcanic flow of steaming lava. I was
sobbing, spinning, in a thrilling roller coaster ride down pleasure's
glowing corridor.
We fluttered back to earth, collapsing in gratification. His fingers
stroked the small of my back as he whispered, "You're beautiful, you
know."
"Thank you," I responded softly, turning to him. "So are you." I stroked
his cock, now soft and pliable, glistening beneath the moonlight that
filtered through the transparent drapes.
We showered in the orange glow of the bathroom's dim lighting. I was on
my knees, pleasuring him with my lips until his magnificent manhood was
curving up like a Turkish scepter.
Pulling me to my feet, he forced my back to the red-tiled wall, pushing
my legs apart. I struggled halfheartedly, even now afraid of his length
and breadth, as the water pounded my face. Turning my head away from the
shower's storm as he entered me, I shut my eyes, whimpering. My hands
pressed against the shower walls in helpless abandon. Steam was rolling
around the warm air of the shower like ocean spray in a Florida
hurricane. As I thrashed beneath him, I banged my head against the shower
door, causing its glass to shudder. My cuntal muscles were in spasm from
his god awful size!
I loved him but feared him. "GOD!" I screamed as Jack's weapon slithered
mercilessly through my depths, "Drive it INTO me, Jack! Your cock is
KILLING me! FUCK me, Jack! Oh, GOD! You're splitting me APART!" I wrapped
my legs around his hips, fucking back against him. He pressed my back to
the floor as I cried out in passion. In the steam, his face was now
unrecognizable, as if I were being fucked by an unknown lover in a warm
fog.
Our desire went into overdrive. I was a galactic surfer, riding the
highest pleasure wave, washing across a cosmic sea to a splendored shore.
Logic and will had now abandoned me amid a fire storm on a planet in a
timeless universe. My clitoris shuddered. The planet's core was about to
erupt.
And then! The glowing stars exploded in supernova. I was slipping through
a long, shuddering tunnel in pleasurable darkness as I came, then came
again, and again, and OH GOD, AGAIN, my mind shattering into gratified
fragments.
Finally, at 4 a.m., I lay sleeping, a leg over his, an arm over his
chest, until a movement stirred me. He slumbered. I stared down at his
awesome cock. I worshiped it with my lips and tongue, then slept again,
awakening with the morning sun rippling through the windows. Jack was
gone.
But Bill lay alongside me. Grinning.
Jack visited three times a week until Bill's project was completed. I
gave myself eagerly. Finally, two nights before we were to return to
Florida, I told Jack about my husband's penchant for "watching."
On our last night, the day before Thanksgiving, Jack, Bill, and I drank
white wine as we watched a video in the family room. Jack sat alongside
me on the floor, our backs against the couch, while Bill sat in a chair
across the room.
Jack pulled me to him. We removed the other's clothing. I straddled him,
lowering my hips as his long cock submarined through my molten channel.
Moaning, I was impaled on his staff. Electric thrills throbbed through my
legs. Jack's smooth skin brushed the insides of my thighs as he fucked
me.
Bill hovered above me, his arms braced on the couch. I unzipped his fly,
pulling out his manhood. My tremoring lips glistened along Bill's length
as Jack thrust his splendid tool through my steaming walls.
I was thankful as the two men fucked me. Thankful, because I love Bill. I
also love adultery. Thankful, because I don't have to choose between the
two. Thankful that my depths had never been so filled.
THE END