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  As I followed Stacy to the meeting I saw her shapely ass in a whole new light. Just knowing she viewed me as a sex candidate turned our whole relationship into a form of foreplay. The relationship didn’t need to be consummated for it to have that effect.

  Let’s Talk About This

  Surprisingly, Donna and I hadn’t really had time to talk in any depth since her Sunday morning admissions and the ravenous sex that followed. Family obligations and business travel kept us apart for most of the week, and we tended not to go deep in our phone conversations. It was Thursday night before we had our first chance for a sit-down heart to heart.

  I’d just returned from a business trip to Cleveland. We were sitting side-by-side on our living room sofa sipping wine.

  “So,” said Donna. “You said you needed time to think about things. What are your thoughts?”

  “I have given it all some thought, yes. I admit I’m a bit conflicted.”

  “That’s understandable, Don. I feel a little cruel now, in the way I told you about Ed. Maybe I was still a little hungover. I don’t know. I guess I just thought the best way to tell you about it was to just lay it out there. I never considered not telling you, by the way.”

  “So you’re saying, as he was — there’s only way to say this — fingering you, you were thinking ‘I must tell Don about this’? That doesn’t seem highly probable to me, though of course, you did tell me.”

  “I knew if I was going there I had to take you with me, Don. You’re my husband. We agreed ten years ago we were a team.”

  “Donna, what does that even mean, ‘take you with me’? Where are we going?”

  “That’s just it, Don. Where do you want to go with this?”

  “Maybe you’d better tell me first.” So far, I was the only offended party here, aside from Kristen. I didn’t want to put my foot in my mouth or present an opening for her to excuse her behavior. I wasn’t ready to tell her how I really felt about everything.

  “Okay, Don, but let me preface this by saying I’m happy with you and I want us to stay married. This isn’t that discussion, you know, where we’re talking about our marriage.”

  “I understand, Donna.”

  “When we fucked in the kitchen Sunday morning, it was the best sex we’d had since our honeymoon… I mean, Holy Shit, Don, you were an animal. We both were. Neither one of us had come like that, or so fast, ever. I’m speaking for both of us, aren’t I? I know it was possibly the best sex you’ve had with me.”

  “It was right up there, so yes, Donna. It was great sex.”

  “And do you know why?”

  “I think I do, but you tell me what you’re thinking.”

  “Don, it’s because you’d thought I’d strayed, and you were staking your claim on me. You had to dominate me. You were really savage, you know.”

  “I’ve got that bit worked out, Donna. I’ve talked about it with someone else and they said the same thing.”

  “You TALKED about this with someone else? Who?”

  “Stacy at work. You know her.”

  “Fuck, Don. I don’t know what to say about that.”

  “Well, one, don’t go all indignant over that. I’m the one trying to figure things out, and, two… Well, I don’t actually have a two. But at any rate, Stacy would never say anything to anybody. She’s a friend. She helped me see what you’re saying here. You were unfaithful, and it woke something up inside me.”

  I wasn’t sure that what Donna did, or let happen to her, really qualified as being “unfaithful.” Fifty years ago, sure. An unchaste kiss would have unraveled a marriage. Today? Who knew anymore? Maybe these days fingering another man’s wife was like inappropriate kissing in my parent’s time.

  “We can shift that discussion to another time, Don, but that’s it, okay? No more sharing our story out there.”

  “Agreed.”

  “Anyway, Don, and I’m speaking frankly, of course, our sex life up to that moment had become rather sad, don’t you think? Do you know the last time we made love before that?”

  “I don’t. Maybe a couple weeks?”

  “Three months ago, Don, after that solstice party. We were both pretty drunk.”

  “Three months ago?”

  “Three months.” Donna let out a long sigh and put her hand on my forearm.

  “Jesus,” I said. “I had no idea it’d been that long.”

  “Before that, Don, it had been four months. Valentine’s Day. We’d had a lot to drink then too. Sober sex? Until Sunday morning, well, I don’t want to think when that happened last.”

  “I get your point, Donna. Our sex life did kind of blow. I guess I thought that might be normal in a long marriage.”

  “Normal? Now all I can think about is how you fucked me in the kitchen. I’ve been hot and bothered ever since, Don. I’ve never been this horny in my life. That’s how I want to feel all the time. Horny for you, all the time, like when we first met.”

  She was right, and I knew it. I felt like a teenager. I felt hormones surging every time I was in the presence of Donna. It was a pleasant ache. It felt like being in a continual state of foreplay.

  “Don, we’ve known each other a long time, fifteen years total. I don’t think it’s a bad thing that our sex life lost some of its sparks. That’s completely normal. Just ask my mother.”

  “I’d rather not,” I said.

  “You know what I mean. So now we have to be more creative. We have to be proactive.”

  “And letting Ed finger you in our kitchen is a case of you being proactive?”

  “God yes, Don. Think of what happened after I told you about that. No couples therapy in the world would have produced the same result. Like I said, you were savage. Where has that guy been hiding? That’s rhetorical. The point is, right now, this very minute, what effect does the thought of Ed fingering me have on you right now?”

  “I want to fuck the hell out of you.”

  “Me you too. See? It was proactive of me. When I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down my zipper, I knew I was crossing a threshold. It worked.”

  “Wait. Did you undo your jeans? For some reason, I thought he did that.”

  “I told you this before. I undid them, and I put his hand down my panties.”

  This was like hearing it all over again for the first time. I didn’t recall her mentioning that she put his hand down her panties. Before, I thought he had somehow taken advantage of her. It appeared now the reverse was true. Or maybe they met in the middle or something. Regardless, all I wanted to do with this new information is fuck Donna even more savagely.

  No wonder proactivity gets such good billing.

  Now, the vision of her staring into Ed’s eyes as his fingers explored her pussy, and the idea that she was soaking wet and hot and eager, took me past my resistance threshold.

  “Donna,” I said. “I’m afraid it’s happening all over again. I feel like the Hulk transitioning. I have to have you.”

  “Oh, Don, please do!” She seemed to melt in front of me.

  I pulled her in and we kissed like barbarian lovers. I squeezed and fondled her breasts. She pulled off her top and removed her bra and buried my face between her tits. I slobbered all over them, hungrily, even angrily. These belonged to me! I was marking my territory.

  I undid my buckle, unzipped my trousers and pulled out my cock. It looked mad for attention. I pushed Donna’s face down and she inhaled me with an avarice I’d never experienced with anyone. Her custom had always been a sort of brief meet and greet, never more, never reaching a fait accompli as it were. Now she was determined to utterly satisfy me. She sucked and pumped and when it was clear I was going to erupt she didn’t pull off. I’d never come in her mouth before.

  She held on until the last spasm. She tenderly cleaned me up with her tongue, mewing like a kitten. As she lifted her head she gave my cock a summary suck and kiss and swirled her tongue around the tip.

  Then she kissed me, and I could taste my essence still linge
ring on her tongue. This was also a first. My initial reaction was mixed, but the passion she demonstrated convinced me to flow with it, and my afterglow bloomed into a quick recovery. I had pushed Donna’s head down into subservience, where she deftly applied skills I didn’t know she had, and now she was pushing me down onto the sofa. I wasn’t ready to fuck her, but that wasn’t what she had in mind. She stood and removed the rest of her clothes then sat over my face. This took me by surprise.

  Firmly gripping my hair, she fiercely rubbed her pussy up and down over my mouth, tongue and nose. I licked in long, syncopated strokes, letting her determine the rhythm. She ground into my face, then lifted off and came back down to do it all over again. I focused on the knot of her clit as my fingers played with her ass. I inserted a finger and she wailed. She came hard and fast and with great violence, going limp only after a prolonged and deep orgasm. I knew this must be the result of pent-up fantasy desires unleashed all at once in the fury of the moment. It was an orgasm of a completely new order. It wasn’t a long-term couple’s orgasm. She came like she was the Goddess of Love, with a shaking violence that could tumble mountains.

  She laid on top of me. We gently rocked back and forth as we slipped quietly into the afterglow.

  Twenty minutes passed. Thirty.

  Finally, Donna sat up and looked down at me.

  “You should see your hair, Don. You look like you’ve been pussy-face-fucked.”

  Indeed, I had been pussy-face-fucked. My head was still swimming in the aftermath. This new dialogue between us, the “pussy” stuff, was having a delirious effect upon me. My former wife was now a sex goddess, or whore, or some pleasant mix of the two. She’d never let me come in her mouth. Now I had a wife who let me come in her mouth, and she had just come in, or rather, over mine.

  There was no need to get too technical about it.

  Donna got up to get us water. I watched her walk naked to the kitchen and back. I seldom saw her this way outside the bedroom, and then only in brief spurts. Now she seemed very natural and at ease with her nudity. She had every right to be so. She had a nice body.

  I sat up and took a long swig of the water, then a sip of the wine we’d been drinking before the lovemaking. The pyrotechnic display that had just been executed in our living room, our savage oral lovemaking was absolutely realigning the universe. I’d never before felt so in love with my wife.

  After several moments of silence, Donna leaned over, held my cock in her loving fingers, and looked into my eyes.

  “I’m sorry I never did that before, you know, let you come in my mouth. I don’t know why I didn’t. I liked it.”

  “Donna, I can’t tell you how it felt. The idea of you doing that, well. It was indescribable. And you’ve never come that way with me before, never sitting on my face... It never occurred to me that you’d want to.”

  “Oh, yeah. I’d thought of it before but, I don’t know. It just seems kind of out there. I mean, you go down on me, but that was…”

  “Totally out there, yeah. I liked experiencing you like that. I was afraid you were going to pull my head off.”

  Donna laughed. “I’m sorry. I may have been a little rough there. I’ve never, you know, pussy-face-fucked before. I had to hold on to something. There’s no headboard on a sofa. They should design one.”

  “Our language is certainly opening up. I wonder how other couples talk.”

  “I can’t imagine my mother ever saying ‘pussy’, nor my dad for that matter. I’ve never heard Kristen use it.”

  Her mention of Ed’s wife Kristen jarred me a bit. That whole scenario came back into the picture but I wasn’t sure what to say about it, so I stuck with the former topic.

  “I don’t know about the ‘C’ word, though,” I said. “I’m not sure about that one.”

  “Cunt? Maybe… If I told you to ‘eat my cunt’, would it put you off?”

  Now that she had vocalized it, and put it into context, I felt friendlier to the idea. “Maybe,” I said. “But I’d keep that one strictly for in private, I think.”

  Donna laughed. “Okay. I won’t say “cunt” or “pussy” during couples dinner conversations.”

  “Good plan.”

  “So,” said Donna. “What do you think about Kristen? Have you ever fantasized about her?”

  I honestly hadn’t until Stacy brought it up, so I stuck with the former truth. “No. Not really. She’s attractive, though. She’s sexy too. Why do you ask? You know, I’m almost afraid to see where this discussion is going.”

  “You mean, going from what happened with Ed to what might happen down the road?”

  “I guess that’s what I mean.” I could feel my cock responding to the conversation.

  “Don, have you thought about Ed and I fucking? Has that crossed your mind?”

  “Yes. It has.”

  “And what do you feel when you think of that?”

  If Donna bothered to look at my lap she’d of gotten a clue, not that I knew how I really felt about it. So far, just a single indiscretion had transpired involving Ed’s fingers and Donna’s pussy. That event alone had sent our lovemaking into orbit. Where was the end zone? At what point would diminishing returns set in? I was an economist by trade, in which these were the crucial questions.

  The idea of Donna and Ed naked on our bed, his cock in her mouth, or his face buried in her pussy, was not an uncomfortable one. In fact, it was a very inspiring and comfortable idea. It was suddenly within the realm of possibility. But how is that sort of thing managed? And did I want to be there too? Did I want to participate? Did I want a threesome? A foursome? Would Kristen be drawn into it?

  It was beginning to get very complicated.

  “Donna, I think I don’t know what to think about any of it, really. I liked the idea of seeing you fucking Ed. I don’t know why. I don’t know if I’d want to participate, or just watch you two do it or simply hear about it later.”

  Donna was quiet reflecting on what to say. I looked at her, still naked sitting next to me, and the idea of sharing this vision, this sight of her naked, sent a warm shiver up my spine. I had the feeling anything I wanted was now an option. Any fantasy I might conjure she would go along with it to make it so.

  “Don, I like the idea of you watching me fuck Ed. Does it mean I want to fuck Ed? That’s not it. I like the idea of you wanting me to fuck him. If that’s the case, then yes, I want to fuck him. Does that make any sense?”

  “What if I fucked Kristen? Do you like the sound of that?”

  Donna’s face became serious and her eyes went cold. Then she reflected some more and her facial features restored their former warmth. “I like the idea of that turning you on, the me watching you do it bit, and then you fucking me too, or me fucking Ed while you and Kristen watch. Jesus, I don’t know... Do you get what I’m saying?”

  “It’s the same then, for both of us. At any rate, it’s complicated. There’s the idea and then the execution. They have different flavors.”

  “Really...” said Donna. “Really, there’s only one way to know for sure.”

  “What are you saying?”

  “Ed has to fuck me or we’ll never know. Or you have to fuck Kristen. Either way.”

  Just her saying that relit my fuse. I pushed Donna down on the sofa, spread her legs and slipped my cock into her. I pumped hard and she gasped. Her eyes seemed dazzled, then she erupted vocally with strenuous conviction.

  “Oh God! Again? YES! Fuck me hard. Harder! FUCK ME DON! Or are you Ed? Are you Ed fucking me? Is that what you’re thinking? Oh Yes. Fuck YES. I’m yours, whoever you are. FUCK ME ALL YOU WANT… I, I, Oh God...”

  I did fuck her. Hard and savagely, like a barbarian, and she came hard. Hysterically. She squeezed so tight I couldn’t breathe. When I felt her peaking so did I, but I pulled out and pumped my cock and my come streamed over her belly and breasts, hot and thick. She looked at me with a mix of horror and bliss contorting her face, her response to the shock of it, the speed, and the
way I ended it — this we both had to process. It was all new to us, this primitive, jungle lovemaking. The rawness was in complete contrast to our former docility with each other.

  With my hands on her upraised knees, I looked down at her. Donna’s pussy was swollen and wet and inflamed. She wiped my come with her fingers and cleaned them in her mouth, all while staring deep into my eyes as her body twitched with slight tremors. I laid over her and we smothered each other with rabid kisses.

  We collected ourselves and walked upstairs to the shower. It was all we could do to just stand and not fall over. We didn’t speak. We kissed instead, long and hard. After drying off we climbed into bed and fell into an enchanted sleep.

  We were late getting up and had to hurry to get to work on time. I noticed Donna didn’t get dressed until the last moment. She even went to the kitchen nude to make our coffee.

  As I was leaving she said, “Don’t forget. Tonight we’re having dinner at Kristen’s and Ed’s. It’s her birthday.”

  Oh Lord, I thought. Tonight would be the first time seeing Ed since the “finger incident”. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.

  New World Order

  “So, good business trip?” asked Stacy. As per our usual, we were having our morning office visit to coordinate work on various projects. She arrived with two coffees.

  “Hi, Stacy… What can I say? It was to Cleveland,” I said.

  “And how are things at home with the sticky fingers situation?”

  “Things at home are, well… Hey, close the door, will ya?”

  “Oh, this sounds promising.” Stacy closed the door and sat down.

  “I sort of told Donna I’d talked with you about this, so…”

  “Oh, thanks, Don. Now I’m going to feel all funny when I see your wife again.”

  “I know. I’m sorry. But since I already spoke to you, well, I thought why not keep you in the loop? Anyway, I want your perspective.”