The next couple of months flew by effortlessly for May and Bob. They were occupied with Tom’s graduation and addition to the business. He joined Bob in the main office while May spent time in the new branch office getting it set up.

Their sex had taken a back seat to the mechanics of adding “& Son” to the office doors in addition to planning for their son and his fiancee to get married. In fact their sex life was, at best, pedestrian. They both acknowledged a need for some spice; they had exhausted their repertoire of fantasy material.

Her friend Cindy encouraged her to get back on the horse; she paraded a series of young studs for May to enjoy, but May wasn’t interested. She understood that her having a young lover would always threaten Bob’s ego.

She was not sure what he would like to happen, but she found the task of protecting his self-esteem burdensome. She didn’t want that job anymore.

Bob had begun to talk about expanding their sex to include another man, in particular he seemed enamored of Bart, the bartender. Though not terribly excited, May liked Bart and found him an attractive, slightly older man. He had been flirting with her recently; clearly they had been discussing her.

She understood that Bob was ready to explore his bi side and apparently Bart was at least amenable to MM contact, as well as being very attracted to her. His place was near the location of the new office, so they both ate lunch there frequently.

May found it ironic that Bob had chosen Al’s home town for the new branch office, but as the nearest sizable city it made sense for expansion of the agency.

One day as she was working in the rear office at the new location she heard the front door open. She was not dressed to meet potential clients, wearing only gym shorts and a tee shirt. She called, “We are not open yet,” and continued working. After a moment she realized that she had not heard the door open again.

May looked up, startled and gasped, “Al, no!” Her stomach lurched and her cheeks felt hot. She could feel her nipples harden and her pussy clench and become wet. She stood back, resisting the urge to run to him and kiss him.

But Al had no such compunctions, he strode to her, wrapped her in his arms and kissed her ardently. “You can’t do that!” she told him, but he did it again. She was instantly breathless and weak-kneed.

Before she knew what happened she was seated on the edge of the her desk having her shorts and panties removed. Her effort to resist rapidly crumbled; and she gave up, in fact she raised her bum to help, and then opened her legs to welcome his erect cock. It slid into her smoothly and snugly.

“Oh god, I’ve missed this,” Al whispered in her ear. “You have the perfect pussy.” His cock head was reaching that spot that no one else had ever touched.

She came almost instantly, hooking her heels behind his thighs and her arms around his neck. Their mouths were locked together, their tongues doing battle for supremacy. In very few moments Al announced his approaching orgasm and they came together.

“What do you think you are doing? Anyone could walk in here and see us.” She sounded angry, but was actually trembling with passion. His cock was still inside her, not softening significantly. She could feel her pussy grasping him.

“I locked the door when I came in,” he answered, trying to kiss her again. She turned her head; he kissed her ear.

“Stop that! You know we can’t be together anymore.” She tried to push him away, but without much conviction.

“I can’t help it. I have been walking past here seeing you at work for weeks. It drove me nuts not grabbing you and burying my hard cock in you.” This time his kiss hit the mark and he held it for a long time.

All of her resistance melted away when he lifted her up and lay her down on the sofa without separating. “Is that a fireman’s carry?” She asked as they landed .

“It’s a desperate lover’s carry fully impaled on a rampant cock.” Another kiss followed by slow loving strokes of his penis in her.

They fucked for several minutes, more orgasms for her and, soon, another load of cum from him. Then they lay like that for a long time.

Al was the first to speak, “I’m hungry, how about you? Let’s get lunch.” That triggered May’s guilt reflex.

“You have to get out of here right now and stay away.” Her heart was beating madly. “We can’t do this, and I can’t be seen with you. Where is your fiancee, by the way?”

“We are on hiatus. She is getting cold feet, I think she was more interested in luring me away from you than catching me. And she doesn’t hold a candle to you in the sack. You have to take me back, May.”

May was at once, sad and elated; this was the stuff of her dreams lately and yet, a nightmare for her marriage and family. “I’m old enough to be your mother, Al.”

“Yet young enough to be my lover. I’m so glad that Gerard’s monster cock hasn’t stretched your pussy all out of shape.” He kissed her again

“Oh, he told you I fucked him?” She was amused by his concern.

“Says you still are.”

“Well, he’s having you on. I did give his monster some lip service, but he got all dominating and pushy, so I sent him packing. But FYI, his cock is impressive, I was very tempted to try it on for size. Do you think I could handle it?”

“I knew you had better taste than that. I’m ready to marry you if you will have me.”

“You know that is not going to happen. I really do love my husband. You are just eye candy to me, now go away and let me think how to deal with what just happened here today.” She hoped he would be offended and leave angry; not really.

“OK, but your pussy belongs to me and I’m coming for it again soon.” She couldn’t look him in the eye, knowing that he would and she would let him.

“Don’t you get all dominant and pushy with me; I don’t like it.”

Suddenly she heard the front door latch again. She pushed him away and hurriedly slipped her pants on. She got to the front door just in time to see Bob’s car pull away. She stood there with Al’s cum running down her leg.

May knew she should be worried, but she was actually relieved that the subject of Al was alive again. “I’ll talk to Bob,” she whispered more to herself than to Al as he was leaving.

She knew that she should be concerned about Bob, but somehow, she was feeling a lightness, as if she had been waiting to breathe for some time. They had been kidding themselves, if he was available and interested, she was not going to give Al up; he was as much a part of her life as Bob, these days, maybe more.

She put her sneakers on and went for a walk in the lovely morning.

She and Bob had a lifetime of history together, since elementary school. They share a son. Maybe it is time for that relationship to be secondary to her love affair. As she walked, she tried to compare her feelings for each man. At that moment, Bob didn’t come off well.

There was no way she could do any more work. She went to Bart’s Place for lunch and to her surprise and trepidation, found her husband there. “Christ, how long had he been at the office? Could he have seen everything?” A dozen thoughts went through her head. Nothing left but to face the music.

May sat at Bob’s table and waved to Bart behind the bar. She leaned over to kiss Bob, but he ducked away. “I have no idea where that mouth has been lately,” he said. He didn’t actually look upset.

“It has been sucking my lover’s cock for the first time in months. I gather you heard or saw some of it,” she shocked herself at her mouth. Just at that moment Bart arrived, hearing her declaration.

“Who’s the lucky guy, and how do I get some?” He asked.

“She’s just been fucking her old flame, and I’m feeling left out. Maybe she’ll let us have some of that good pussy.” Bob smiled at May expectantly.

She thought, Oh what the hell, he’s been wanting this for a while. Her quickie with Al had left her feeling rather wanton, and it seemed that Bob was also feeling frisky. She took Bart’s hand and said, “What do you say sailor? You looking for a good time?”

“Be still my heart,” Bart put his hand to his chest. “Finally the seniors get up to bat. I have been waiting for weeks for my chance at this beauty.”

She stood and they kissed. It was quite pleasant being kissed by a handsome older stranger, a new/old pair of lips.

She turned to Bob and said, “Do you want to come and watch your slut wife take on a new cock or shall I tell you about it after, while you lick my pussy clean like a good cuck?” There was a certain thrill to talk to her husband that way, to show him his new his place in the world.

“I’d like to watch.” He seemed intimidated by the more experienced man. There seemed to be a definite shift in the dynamics of their marriage.

“Come along then,” she took Bart’s hand and headed for his inner sanctum.

They went behind the bar into Bart’s apartment where May stopped and gave Bob a big, wet kiss. “Are you ready to watch another man’s cock pleasure my pussy and slide deep into me?” She whispered in his ear. “See his cock stretch my pussy lips as he slams it home and cums in me? Nod if you understand a word I have said.” He nodded. She kissed him again. “Then stay close, you are about to get a treat.”

Then she kissed Bart who seemed a bit more skilled than her husband, at least at kissing. Her tee shirt was soon off and her nipples were being treated like all-day suckers, one pair of lips per tit. May was very proud of her girlish breasts and perky nipples. They belonged on a much younger woman, but they were hers to enjoy.

She kissed Bart again, noting that he was a very good kisser. “Hmm, this may be more fun than I expected,” she thought. Her erect nipples were beginning to ache for more attention and her pussy was feeling a warm, throbbing sensation.

There seemed to be something about Bart’s demeanor, his calm sense of assurance. It made May feel OK to dominate Bob.

Bart slid her shorts off and helped her onto the bed. “Ah, there is that pussy that I have been imagining all these months; it looks perfect. You lucky bastard, Bob. You’ve had it to yourself all these years; you need to share it with your friends.”

He quickly shed his clothes and knee-walked to May’s head, erect cock leading the way. His warm hand lay lightly on her mound, a fingertip nudging between her labia. She turned her head toward Bob, “Bob, take off your clothes and come here,” before she grasped Bart’s uncut cock and slid back his foreskin, uncovering the large purple head.

A contented sigh escaped her lips as they surrounded the rubbery glans, licking the drop of precum hanging there. She opened her legs and pointed to her pussy. Bob got the message and moved between them.

Bart’s erect cock was being licked by his wife before his eyes as he plunged his tongue into her aromatic pussy, “Lovely darling, yes, get me ready for this nice hard cock,” she mumbled, between mouth-fulls.

It was very nice having Bob’s soothing tongue on her pussy lips while probing the ridges and veins of a new uncut cock. She worked her way down his shaft to a heavy set of balls, licking all around them.

Soon she gently pushed Bob aside urging Bart between her legs, as she raised them to the ceiling. He settled his cock head at her entrance. “Watch closely darling. This cock is going to pleasure your wife’s tender little pussy. You can help; guide it in a little then sit back and watch. Stroke yourself but don’t cum too soon, make it last.”

She placed her feet flat on the mattress and raised her pelvis to take Bart’s thrusts, little by little. He was a master at teasing, not full-on burying his whole cock. He made little nudges, then retreated, the ridge of his glans slipping back and forth across her inner lips.

Their mouths were locked together and their tongues were making matching probes similar to his cock’s motions. May realized that she was sweating, and she could feel her orgasm building little by little. Finally, she tore her mouth from his, “Oh fuck, Bob, I’m going to cum!”

She grasped Bart’s ass cheeks and pulled in until his entire eight inches was buried in her. Her feet found Bart’s thighs, giving her leverage to raise her pussy to meet his deep thrusts. Little bursts of light went off behind her eyelids with each downward thrust of his cock.

Bob watched quietly, lest he break the spell of their merging. He was near to cumming without touching himself. He wanted desperately to kiss his bride in her moment of ecstasy, to be part of this blending of bodies and fluids.

He reached between their legs and held Bart’s hot balls momentarily. It was then that he realized he could not keep his wife to himself. She was a force of nature needing to experience the full measure of her sexuality as she saw fit.

Bart slowed his onslaught while May calmed. Then he slowly withdrew his, still hard cock and moved aside. May reached out for Bob, wrapped her legs around his torso, pulling him into her with little effort, a familiar feeling.

“Thank you darling. I love that you got to watch a full-on fucking orgasm. Now I want you to fill me with your loving spunk.”

“I won’t last another minute after what I just watched,” he tentatively began stroking into her pussy.

“Would you like to cum in my mouth or on my tits? We have a guest who hasn’t finished yet.” That was what May really wanted, to feel Bart’s hard cock spurt in her pussy while she felt his body pressing on her. She loved that feeling of weight on her abdomen when she came.

Bob moved up until she could guide his erection to her lips and squeeze his balls while she sucked. In very few moments she was swallowing the biggest load of Bob’s cum in recent memory. “Mmm, good boy.”

Meanwhile Bart was licking her hot pussy awaiting his second round. After stripping Bob’s cock of its load, May licked her lips and patted the bed beside her, then guided Bart home. Once again the dance began, this time Bart’s strokes were long and slow.

As he completed each stroke he hummed a low toneless sound that seemed to resonate through her pussy to her abdomen. She whispered “Yes,” each time he bottomed out in her.

This was an entirely new experience for her. She wished she could take his whole body into her pussy. It seemed like they could go on forever, but soon Bart whispered in her ear, “Are you ready for a million little Barts to assault your womb? Do you want me to put my baby in you?”

“Yes, yes, fill me up, give me your hot cum now. I want to feel it spurt into me. Bob, he’s going to make me pregnant; can he please?” May didn’t know what had come over her, but in that moment she wanted Bart’s sperm to meet her non-existent egg.

They lay there for several minutes while his cock pulsed and spurted into her. When he finally moved aside, she felt his absence acutely. Bob moved toward her pussy, but she gestured for him to wait.

“After we get home Bob. Right now I’m too sensitive for more stimulation.” She closed her eyes and drifted off for a bit. When she woke, she was alone.

“Well, what next? She wondered.