Brenda, a work colleague, and I had spent a fantastic weekend together when her husband was away. It had been unexpected and spontaneous. We were sexually exceptionally compatible while also enjoying a competitive intellect. We had fucked in every room in the house and had hardly slept. I had cum so many times that I had nothing left, yet she still managed to keep me aroused until late on Sunday when her husband was due to return and I left, completely exhausted.
After that experience, keeping my distance from her at work was extremely difficult but had to be. She was a sensational lover and I certainly wanted to experience more of her wonderful body, but I understood her reluctance to become involved. So when she came into my office some three weeks later and asked me to go to lunch with her, I quickly accepted.
We went to a small restaurant a few blocks away and found a corner table that was quite private. After ordering something to eat and a glass of wine each, I asked her why she wanted to see me.
"I had to talk with you," she said, "because I cannot forget what happened between us. I experienced feelings with you that I've never felt before. My body reacted with you in a way that it has never done before and I've never felt such utter pleasure. I need to experience that again."
I was delighted at what she was saying. Yes, it was what I'd hoped, but I really wasn't sure that it would happen. My cock stirred and my pulse quickened, but I needed to control myself. I wanted this gorgeous woman to be mine, to be there when I wanted her. But this wouldn't happen unless her husband was involved, so things couldn't be rushed, I had to go at her pace.
I took her hand and stroked it.
"Brenda, I've felt the same. I find you incredibly arousing and can think of nothing better than exploring our passion some more. But you told me last time that this had to be a once-only occasion and couldn't be repeated."
"That was before I realised how special it was," she replied, "I haven't been able to get it out of my head, and I'm going crazy trying to push it to one side."
I looked into her lovely green eyes. They were bright and glowing but had a tinge of sadness.
"Have you said anything to Roger?" I asked.
"We've talked about our sex life more in the last few weeks than in the years before," she said. "He's always been an attentive lover but he's not very adventurous. We've talked about ways to spice up our love-making, but it's not as important to him as it is to me."
"Does he have any idea that you need more than you're getting?" I asked.
"Yes," she said, "but we're not sure how to deal with that."
This was more than I had expected and really suited me. I would be able to influence their exploration into this lifestyle and ensure my dominance. The thought of being able to fuck another man's incredibly sexy wife whenever I wanted was hugely exciting and I could feel my cock swelling in anticipation.
"Have you suggested anything?" I asked.
"Yes," she answered, "we've talked about a threesome."
"And how did that go?"
"Well, he's a bit uncertain but willing to give it a try. That's one of the things I wanted to talk with you about."
My cock jumped. I was being invited to a threesome with this beautiful woman who had already fucked my brains out, and she wanted more.
"OK," I said, "why don't the three of us get together and see if we can work out something between us. Maybe at your house?"
"Great," she replied, "come round for dinner on Saturday at around seven o'clock."
"It's a date," I replied.
Our food arrived and we started talking about other things, but after a while I asked her to tell me a bit about her husband.
"He's a gentle man," she said, "kind and considerate. He's intelligent and thoughtful and has a good sense of humour. He doesn't like confrontation and prefers to avoid it. He's not very definite and doesn't hold strong views."
I could see why Brenda wouldn't be wholly satisfied by him. She has a strong personality and is very forthright. She would certainly be dominant in their relationship.
"Is Roger a confident man," I asked, "or does he have concerns about himself?"
"He's confident enough to deal with most things," she said, "although he's not confident in his physical appearance, which is strange because he's a nice-looking and well-proportioned man."
"Have you told him that we've already been together?"
"Oh, absolutely not. He has no idea that I've slept with you."
We finished our lunch and went back to the office where we went our separate ways.
Saturday couldn't have come sooner for me. I arrived at their house with a bottle of Merlot and some flowers. Roger opened the door and welcomed me. A good-looking man, he was casually dressed.
We went into the kitchen where Brenda was preparing the dinner. She was dressed in a cream blouse and black slacks and looked fantastic. She came over and kissed me on both cheeks.
"Hello Alan," she said, "it's so nice to see you in a non-work environment. I'm sure you'll enjoy the evening."
Roger asked what I'd like to drink. I saw that they were both drinking wine so said I'd have the same.
"Let's go through to the living room," he said, leading the way. He and Brenda sat down on the couch and I sat in an armchair opposite.
We spent the half-hour or so talking – the usual social chit-chat – until Brenda said that the dinner was ready. So we moved to the table and she served out. Roger poured more wine and soon we were all relaxing and chatting animatedly. Then Brenda stood up.
"Now listen, you two, I want to make a toast. This is going to be a very special night and I want to thank you for making it happen. You Roger, my husband, for agreeing to this, and you Alan, for your part. Now let's go back to the living room."
We went back and sat down before Brenda spoke again.
"Roger and I have discussed this and we'd like you to join us in making love," she said. "I want you to make love to me and Roger wants to watch and perhaps take part also."
Well, that couldn't have been clearer. This was a woman who was in control of the relationship with her husband. As for me, I was delighted - I was being asked to fuck this stunning woman in front of her husband and with his full permission. I looked at Roger. He nodded in agreement.
I got up, walked to the couch and, taking Brenda's hand, pulled her up to stand facing me.
"I think you are an exceptional woman," I said, "I'm going to love making love with you and so will you. You are going to experience pleasure as never before."
I pulled her close to me and kissed her tenderly, my lips nibbling hers. She felt soft and yielding and opened her mouth slightly, allowing my tongue to enter. Her hands were on my shoulders as we kissed deeply. My hands were on her waist, pulling her towards me so she could feel my erection.
"Oh my," she said, "what have you got in there?"
She pulled back and rubbed her hand over my trousers, feeling my cock. I glanced at Roger who was watching intently but said nothing.
"You'll find out in good time," I replied, and returned to kissing her, my hands on her buttocks, kneading them and pulling her to me. She squirmed and rubbed herself against me, a hand behind my head and kissing me passionately as she made little sounds of pleasure.
I put my hands on the front of her blouse and felt her breasts. They were just as I remembered, firm with large nipples standing out. I rubbed them through her blouse before undoing the buttons and standing back to look at her.
She was wearing a sheer and almost transparent bra. Her nipples were thrusting forward surrounded by dark pink areolae. Her face was flushed and her eyes sparkling. She looked ravishing.
"Roger, come and take off her blouse," I said.
He got up and slipped her blouse off her shoulders and removed her bra before reaching around and feeling her breasts. She pushed back against him then leaned forward and unbuttoned my shirt. He sat back down again.
Brenda felt my chest, her fingers rubbing my nipples then tracing a trail around my breastbone. She tugged my hairs gently before leaning forward and licking my nipples then standing back again.
"Not bad," she said.
I leaned forward and took her breasts up in my hands, then bent down and started licking all over her chest. I licked the top of her breasts then round the areolae before sucking her nipples. I bit them gently then drew them into my mouth, sucking them and licking the tip with my tongue.
I licked underneath her breasts then up her cleavage as she held my head in her hands. Then up to her neck and around onto her shoulders. Every so often I would suck at her skin, drawing it into my mouth. She had a deliciously sexy taste.
I glanced at Roger and saw that he was still watching intently and at the same time rubbing himself through his trousers. Clearly, he was enjoying this.
I nibbled Brenda's lips, sucking them into my mouth and licking them. She did the same with mine. Our tongues were dancing together.
My hands felt her back, her shoulder blades and then down her spine before pressing and rubbing her at the top of her pelvis. Feeling her movements becoming more agitated, I reached round to the front and unzipped her slacks and eased them down to the floor. She stepped out of them and kicked them to the side, then reached down and undid my trousers so that I could do the same.
I felt her hand reach into my boxers and hold my cock. I could feel my precum being spread around as she handled it.
"Mmmmm. You're wet," she said, "that'll make it easy going in."
I pulled her towards me and put my hands underneath her panties to hold her buttocks. She had enfolded her hand around my cock and was sliding it up and down.
I pulled her buttocks apart and felt for her cunt. She was sopping wet and her labia were wide open. I ran my fingers up and down her slit, massaging her labia. She squirmed and moved her hips, thrusting against my hand all the while still kissing.
"Roger, come and take off her panties."
He got up again and came over to slide her panties down her legs, then watched as I rubbed her wet cunt with my fingers, before undoing his trousers and stepping out of them.