A Modern Love Story

"No, Ben, you can't do that," she said, "He didn't use a condom."

"I don't care, I want to kiss you."

"Please, don't," she was pleading in her soft voice.

"I want to."

"No, you mustn't!" Her voice was firmer.

"I must!" My voice was firmer, still. She did not say anything, but she relaxed her grip on my head. I kissed the soft dark curls at the top of her pubis. I then got on my knees in front of the sofa. Her legs were still tightly closed.

"Please, Kelly," I implored.

"Are you sure you really want to do this?" She had a puzzled look on her face. I didn't have to say anything! She only had to look at me to know what my answer would be.

She sat on the edge of the sofa, leaned back and spread her legs. As she did so, I moved between them and bent down so that I could look more closely at her open vagina. On either side of her distended canal was the engorged flesh that was Kelly's labia. The normally soft curls around her opening were matted and wet. Carl's sperm was oozing out of her. The insides of her thighs were streaked with it too. She would have said she was mess down there but I thought she looked lovely. I was now so close to her that I could smell the pungent aroma of the semen and then I tasted it. Neither its salty tangy flavour nor its unmistakeable texture could be described as appealing, but the fact that it was coming from Kelly's core made all the difference in the world. I pressed my face to her opening, and pushed my tongue into her as deep as it could go. I heard her moaning quietly and then she was raising herself to meet my tongue. I sucked on her clitoris, rolling the tip of my tongue round the bud and she quickly climaxed. I raised my head and looked in her eyes. I told her I loved her and then we kissed and I felt her tongue in my mouth. I told her I wanted her to sit on my face.

She considered it for a moment and then she gently pushed me to the floor, straddled my face and then slowly lowered her open wetness on to my waiting tongue. More semen was welling out of her. I felt for my cock and was preparing to bring myself off when Kelly's hand restrained me. She raised herself off my face so that she could look at me. She realised that she was now completely in control. Initially she had been apprehensive about the way I might have reacted to her confession but she quickly comprehended that it had actually turned me on.

"You really are in your element, Ben, aren't you?"

It was a statement, rather than a question. I could only nod and with that she pressed herself down even harder on my mouth. It may seem perverse I know, but I don't think I have ever felt closer to Kelly than I did at that moment, when I was sucking Carl's semen out of her femininity. After a while she lifted her wet, distended fanny off my face. I looked a real mess, his semen was everywhere...up my nose...on my cheeks... in my hair… everywhere. My best suit was utterly wrecked, and so was my tie when I'd finished wiping my face with it. And I still had one hell of an erection! I had to have her and I told her so.

She returned to the sofa and adopted exactly the same position she had taken earlier when she was with Carl. However, there the similarities ended, as there was absolutely no resistance when I penetrated her. Carl's cock had stretched her so much, and she was altogether so wet, she could not even tell I was inside her! I asked her to grip me with her fingers and very soon after I ejaculated into her looseness. Kelly was looking anxiously at me as I withdrew.

"How long were you out there, watching us?" she asked.

"I saw everything!"

"Are you angry?" she continued.

"I don't know." I was in the post ejaculatory phase, the phase when things that seemed incredibly erotic before ejaculation, have lost a lot of their appeal. I thought about my answer. "I ought to be angry, I ought to be jealous and upset, but I'm none of those things. In fact Kelly, I found it incredibly erotic. I know it might seem strange, but in a way I'm proud of you! What's his name?"

"Carl."

"How long have you known him?"

"Quite a while. We used to work together. But we've never done anything before tonight, honestly."

"What made you do it tonight, then?"

Kelly looked at me. She was not defiant exactly, but she was certainly prepared to stand her ground. "I'm sorry, Ben but this is all your idea, you know. You're the one who told me I should go to the party without you. You're the one who said, 'maybe I should have an affair.' You're the one who suggested he might have… " She stopped. She was still looking at me.

"What were you going to say, Kelly? A big dick? Was he big, then?" I didn't have to ask of course, but I had a compulsion to do so.

"You said that you saw everything!" Kelly responded.

"Yes, I did, but I still want you to tell me."

"Ben, what can I say? Yes, he is quite big."

"And did you like it when he was fucking you, Kelly?"

"Why are you asking me this?"

"Because I want to know, that's why."

She looked at me and when she spoke her voice was very soft. "Okay, if you must know, Ben, then I'll tell you." She again averted her eyes. "Yes, I liked it very much."

"You said that tonight was the first time."

"Yes, it was."

"Is there going to be a second time?" I asked.

"What do you want me to say, Ben?" She was looking straight at me this time, trying to fathom me out.

I could not answer her. In all honesty I did not know what answer to give.

"I don't know, Kelly, is there, then?"

Her eyes were full of love as she looked at me and when she spoke, she actually seemed sad.

"I hope so."

Three words, but what diverse, and fleeting emotions they generated in me. There was anger, jealousy, despair, envy, a feeling of inadequacy even, but soaring high above them all was another, totally contradictory emotion. One, moreover, that could not in any way be described as fleeting. It was excitement and it was intense!

We kissed once more as if to reassure each other that we were still in love. We went to bed, totally satiated and Kelly fell asleep immediately. I felt very protective as I wrapped my arms around her. But what was I protecting her against, I wondered. Certainly not a well endowed man who had it in mind to fuck her! Kelly was very affectionate when she woke up the following morning. She had that soft and vulnerable look about her but when we started to make love I found myself trying to emulate her new lover and I fucked her as hard as I could. The knowledge of the previous evening served to keep us in a perpetual state of randiness and we must have done it three or four times during the course of the day. And each time I was about to ejaculate I would recall that huge dick buried up to its balls in Kelly's tight fanny. Little did I know it but as her own climax overtook her, she would be reliving it too.

Immediately after our love making, I would experience a degree of self-consciousness, wondering if Kelly might be comparing my prick to Carl's. But even if she did so, and it would obviously be an unfavourable comparison, I felt it was a price well worth paying, given the intense sexual excitement of the weekend.

Chapter 6

In the following days I frequently thought about what had happened. There were a number of occasions when I questioned my own rationality. How many men get off secretly watching their wives being unfaithful? My head recognised that this was hardly normal behaviour, but it was my prick that exerted the most influence and, however amoral it was, I could not deny that I had found it incredibly arousing. Because of this I was randier than ever. But I wasn't the only one! Kelly was always ready for it too and we would indulge ourselves at every opportunity. Maybe Kelly was subconsciously trying to atone for her infidelity with Carl. Maybe I was subconsciously trying to show her that she didn't need him. Whatever the reasons our lovemaking had never been more prolific.

Unfortunately this blissful period of sexual harmony was soon to be interrupted. A major project came up at the office and the amount of work involved was incredible. The man I had planned to meet in Zurich had recovered from his accident and his company had launched their takeover bid. However, in the interim, a rival company had got wind of their impending action and decided to make a bid for the same company. A full-scale takeover battle then ensued. We had to work round the clock producing information to support our client and to undermine the claims of their rival. They, of course, had advisers doing exactly the same thing on their behalf. We would then have to advise our client how best to refute the negative comments made by the other side. And so it went on. And whilst all this was happening we were also trying to secure additional funding to cover the inevitable increase in the share price of the target company.

It was a regular occurrence for me to get home after midnight and I would be so shattered that I just crashed out. I was not home to notice that Kelly was going to the gym and to her tennis club more often than usual. Our exhaustive efforts were not in vain, however, and it was our client who finally won the battle. All of us who had been deeply involved were promised some free time to relax and recharge our batteries. I was in line for a reasonable bonus too so there was a double cause for celebration. I took the afternoon off and on the way home I bought some flowers and a bottle of champagne.

When I got home Kelly was out. I knew that she had taken the day off, so I was slightly surprised not to find her at home. However, I wasn't too worried because at least it gave me a chance to chill the bubbly and to take a shower. She came in about an hour later and looked surprised to see me. She was wearing a tight fitted pale blue cotton top, obviating the need for a bra, and a short white skirt. She was bare legged.

"You're home early!" she said.

"I've got something to celebrate, Kelly. We've won! And after all the hours I've put in, I thought it would be nice to come home early, especially as you had the day off. I thought you'd be pleased."

"I am," she said but I sensed that something was not right. I gave her the flowers and kissed her. She went to walk away saying she wanted to take a quick shower but I caught up with her. And then I detected the unmistakable aroma. She'd recently had sex! I asked her outright and she looked straight into my eyes as she admitted that she had been with Carl that afternoon. I asked how long it had been going on and she told me that she had been seeing him for the past four weeks. She reminded me of the conversation we'd had about it.

"I actually asked you, Ben, and you raised no objection to my seeing him again, did you?"

"I know, but… " I did not know what I was trying to say.

Kelly continued, "Ben, I never used to think sex was that important but something's happened to me since we started watching your films. It's as if something dormant in me has been awakened; something I never even knew was there. Look, Ben, I don't want to sound like a nymphomaniac, but I need regular sex."

How bloody ironic! We had only got in this situation in the first place because that was the one thing I was not getting.

"But we have been having great sex, Kelly."

She laughed. "How can you possibly say that, Ben? I agree we did for a while but the last time we made love was two weeks ago. During the past five or six weeks we have had sex no more than three or four times at the most. I know you've been exhausted by all the pressure at work," Kelly shook her head, "and I know you needed your sleep but I have needs too. I need to feel wanted; I also need sex. Do you know I've even bought a bloody vibrator! But it's not the same." There was a momentary pause. "And that's where Carl comes in. He gives me the real thing. That's all he wants from me. And that's all I want from him, too. We have a perfect relationship and it is based solely on sex."

"Just sex?"

She answered my unspoken question before she dealt with the one I had asked. "I am fond of him, Ben, but I don't love him, if that's what you're thinking." She carried on in her soft sensual voice, "And to answer your question, yes, it is just sex." I knew there was something else she wanted to say, so I waited. "He is very good in bed and it is very satisfying."

"So it will carry on then, Kelly?" My stomach was churning as I waited for her answer.

"I don't want it to stop, Ben, if that's what you mean." Kelly looked at me, knowingly biting her lower lip in that seductive fashion of hers. If ever there was a bittersweet moment, it was then.

She was just standing there, totally impassive and with her arms at her side. I embraced her and told her how much I loved her. Her eyes welled up and then her arms were round my neck and we kissed passionately. I reached down to unzip her skirt and it fell in a crumpled heap around her feet. She undid my shirt and I quickly removed it, together with the rest of my clothes. Then I knelt down and pressed my lips against the soft curve of her stomach. She was wearing skimpy white panties. And they were skimpy too! I put my hands under the thin lace strips and gently eased them down her legs. I immediately saw that the cotton in actual contact with that most intimate part of her was not white. His semen, oozing out of her, had caused the fabric to become wet and the crisp whiteness was now a translucent grey. Kelly stepped out of them when she felt them round her ankles and I picked them up. I trailed my finger in the wet patch.

"I see he's still not using a condom." I was stating the obvious.

"I'm hardly likely to get pregnant, am I?" she retorted. "He did use a condom the second time but we both prefer it without. It's not a problem for me because as soon as I come home I can use the bidet. Anyway, why are you concerned? If I remember rightly, you liked it last time!"

I could not dispute that. It had been incredibly erotic, licking her after he'd cum in her. But surely, that had been a one-off. It was hardly likely to become a habit, was it? There was another silence. She just stood there, her vulva right in front of my face, waiting for me to answer her.

She sensed what my answer would be when she felt my tongue briefly penetrate her. The taste was just as I remembered. She knew her prescience was spot on when I looked up at her.

"You don't have to use the bidet every time, Kelly."

And then we were both on the floor fucking for all we were worth. Perhaps it was the two weeks without, perhaps it was because she had been with Carl, but wet as she was, loose as she was, it was not long before I was spurting into her, and she was being filled up with spunk for the second time that same afternoon.

I told Kelly that I would like to take her out to dinner. Her pleasure was only marginally tempered when I asked her if she would refrain from using the bidet, and would agree to go out in the same skimpy panties that she'd just taken off. After she had otherwise freshened up and dressed we were sitting in the lounge waiting for a minicab to arrive. Kelly's lean bare legs looked terrific; whatever ever else she'd been doing, she had been playing quite a bit of tennis and they were going a nice shade of brown. We opened the champagne whilst we waited. I raised my glass to the sexiest woman I'd ever known and she responded, nominating me as the most tolerant husband in the world. The minicab arrived and we went out to dinner.

There were a number of people already in the restaurant, and Kelly attracted no little interest. I found myself wondering how much more interest she might have attracted had anyone known that two different men had cum inside her that very afternoon and that she was still wet, a condition exacerbated as she walked to our candlelit table. The meal was very good and Kelly, who had a real glow about her, was on top form. We were enjoying a wonderful romantic evening together.

Occasionally there would be a slight lull in our conversation and when this happened, a thought kept recurring. I had initially rejected it as insane but it was insidious. I realised that when Kelly had been with her lover, and especially when there was evidence of the encounter, there was a new dimension to our lovemaking. That afternoon had been a case in point. I also recalled how exciting it had been that night when I'd come home unexpectedly and when I had secretly watched them. What would it be like if I were to watch them with their knowledge? What if we were to be in the same room together and they were to have sex in front of me? I began to consider how I might be able to engineer such a situation. Slowly an idea began to take shape.

Chapter 7

As luck would have it the next time I went to the gym Carl was there. He was waiting to use a rowing machine and was taking the opportunity to have a drink of water. I engaged him in conversation. It seemed he went three times a week on a regular basis. I made sure I was there two days later when he arrived for his evening workout. I said that I'd only just arrived too, so we went round together. After we'd showered I asked him if he fancied a drink and we ended up having a couple of beers in the bar. He seemed a likeable enough chap, perhaps a bit flash, but he did have a sense of humour too. He told me he had his own business in computer equipment. I told him that my department was in the process of upgrading and that there might be an opportunity for him. I invited him to lunch and said that I would bring someone else so that we could discuss matters more fully. We agreed to meet in a smart Italian restaurant on the following Thursday at noon. In the evening I told Kelly that I wanted to take her to lunch to thank her for her understanding when I had been so busy with the take-over. (The irony was wasted!) I knew of a very nice Italian restaurant and had already booked a table. I said I would be taking a taxi and would stop by her office on the way.

Kelly and I arrived at the restaurant twenty minutes after the appointed time. The poor punctuality was deliberate, so as to ensure that Carl would already be there. He was, and was sitting at a table with his back to the window. I ushered Kelly into the restaurant and walked up to Carl.

"Hello, Carl, so sorry we're late. Can I introduce you to my wife, Kelly! Oh! How stupid of me! I forgot, you two already know each other, don't you?" Carl's jaw dropped, his face was ashen. Kelly looked as if she was about to cry. "It's all right," I said, "I'm not about to make a scene, but I think we ought to talk."

It would have been pedantic to point out to Carl that I had invited him to lunch to discuss matters without actually specifying what those matters were. I had not got him there under false pretences, and I could not be responsible if he had jumped to the wrong conclusion. Likewise with Kelly, I had not said it was a lunch for two! Just then the waiter came up. Neither Carl, nor Kelly was in a fit state to order, so I ordered for the three of us. When he'd taken the order I resumed talking, pausing between each sentence.

"Carl, I know what's been going on between the two of you. Kelly and I have discussed it at some length and she has informed me that she would like it to continue." She actually blushed at this point. There was a longer pause. I carried on, "And so would I!" The silence was deafening. No one wanted to speak, so I continued. "I just don't want it to be behind my back, that's all." I looked at Carl, "Look, I'm not saying that the two of you cannot see each other alone," Kelly blushed again, "but occasionally, I would like to be present!" My throat was dry and my heart was pounding as I made this confession.