My wife, Mary, and I, David, had been married for ten years. I was thirty-seven, and she was thirty-five with a very womanly shaped body, firm 36C cup breasts, slim waist, and a very well-rounded backside well packed into her tight-fitting blue cocktail dress. It was low cut at the front, showed a nice cleavage amount, and just finished above her knee, showing her firm shapely calves.
We had attended my Company's Christmas Party. The business had expanded very quickly over the past ten years, and I had been headhunted from my previous job, much to my wife's delight, to take the Head of Sales position.
We entered the Company's boardroom, decorated in a nightclub-style for the evening. Tables were placed around a small dance floor with a stage by the far wall where a trio set up their instruments. I noticed my wife received many admiring glances, mainly from my boss, as he greeted us.
My boss, Robert, was a quite striking looking man, well built, around fifty-five years of age, who frequented the gym. He had, unfortunately, lost his wife about five years ago to cervical cancer, so he had no lady partner.
All the men, most of the Company's senior staff, were dressed in evening suits and black bow ties, the ladies in an assortment of evening dresses or cocktail dresses. I noticed a few ladies were sitting together, one of which was my secretary, Carole, who had only been working with me for the last two months. We found our table and sat down and served drinks, after which Robert said a few words of welcome before a meal was served to us.
My wife, Mary, is a very ambitious woman, particularly for my career. She was an advertising executive in her company. During our ten years of marriage, our sex life had been good. As I thought, Mary always seemed very loving and appreciative during our regular activities in the marital bed, although she was more concerned about our careers rather than having children. I noticed that I could never get Mary to orgasm when I penetrated her with or without a condom. She would say that I had pleasured her. I was able to bring her to orgasm three or four times by satisfying her orally, licking, kissing, and sucking her shaved vagina and clitoris. It did not worry her; as I said, she was always appreciative of our lovemaking and always was very complimentary about what I did with my tongue, which she said, 'was her pleasure'.
During the meal, we made small talk with the other managers and wives at our table. Mary received many compliments about her appearance and dress, not only from the men but also from the ladies. I could see, from their faces, what the men were thinking, what a lucky sod I was with such a beautiful woman sat next to me. When the meal finished, tables were cleared, and the trio, which had been playing quite soft music up to now, start with more upbeat tunes for the dancing.
I went to the bar to get more drinks for the table. As I got back carrying a tray, I noticed that Mary was not in her seat. I looked around and saw that she was on the floor dancing with Robert.
As the dance finished, Robert brought Mary back to the table and said to me. “I hope you did not mind, David, me taking your beautiful wife for the first dance; I notice you were not here."
What could I say? "No, Robert, that was very good of you."
He then said, "Thank you, Mary." As he gave her a peck on her cheek, he whispered, "I will be back," in her ear.
I could tell that Mary was feeling very chuffed and quite excited. She said to me, "What a very charming man. He seemed very virile and strong."
I said, "You enjoyed that then?"
To which she replied, "Very much."
I danced with Mary during the next dance, but no sooner had we got back to the table that Robert was there again. "Don't mind, do you, David?"
I said, "Oh, no, go ahead."
As they went off, I was joined at the table by my secretary Carole who was quite tall and slim, somehow not really what you would call attractive, but quite pretty, about twenty-five years old. I got her a drink, and we started talking. I was glad as we had only really spoken by exchange morning and evening pleasantries and about work.
She told me that she had been with the Company for quite a few years, starting as a typist, and was pleased when Robert promoted her to work with me. She also said that she had a partner but just left it at that. She always seemed quite shy and reluctant to talk about her home or private life.
I said, "I didn't know that you would be here."
"No," she said, "my partner brought me; she's a friend of Robert's. That's her over there."
I saw this tall, thinnish woman, with short spiky auburn hair, dressed in a black trouser suit.
"Should we invite her over?"
"No, she prefers to be with those women at our table; I don't think you will like her."
I looked at her again and thought, yes, she does look a bit butch.
We continue talking, but I was not getting any more explicit information about her background. We danced and then had more drinks.
I was so engrossed with talking and dancing with Carole I had not noticed that Mary was missing.
As the evening was drawing to a close, Mary appeared. “Oh, there you are," I said, "This is Carole, my secretary. You haven't met her before."
Mary made conversation with Carole while I went to the toilet. Discussion amongst the men in there was all about Mary. "She seems a real goer your wife, you lucky sod. Robert was getting onto her, wasn't he?"
I said, "I had not noticed. I trust my wife fully."
As I went back to the table, I felt a little confused and wondered what had gone on. At the table, Robert was there saying goodbye to Carole and then Mary, but I thought it seemed a pretty passionate kiss.
He shook hands with me and said, "I hope you all enjoyed yourselves."
Mary replied very enthusiastically, "Oh yes, that was a wonderful evening, wasn't it, David? Thank you, Robert."
We all made our way to the exit and repeated goodbyes as we found our taxis.
In the taxi home, I said to Mary, "You seemed to enjoy yourself. What happened tonight?"
She said, "We will talk about it when we get home, not in the taxis, dear."
Again, I felt confused, but Mary put her arms around me before I could think about things and started to kiss very passionately. As we did, I ran my hand along her thigh. The higher I got, I noticed how wet she felt down there and did not have her panties on.
We took our coats off at home, and Mary grabbed my hand and virtually dragged me into the lounge, and forced me to sit down. Immediately she kissed me and thrust her tongue between my lips and into my mouth.
After a while, I pulled away, and she said, "Before you say anything, I want you to know how much I love you. You are the only one for me. I only want to make you happy, and I would do anything for you." She continued, "You seemed to be concentrating so much on Carole; I didn't think you would mind me dancing with Robert."
"Yes," I retorted, "but I did not take her to my office and fuck her. She's a lesbian and has a female partner."
To which Mary was a little taken-back, "Now don't get angry, I did it for you, your career."
"My career?"
"Yes, your career. Robert was telling me about the sales director, Mr, what's his name, he is due to retire in a few months, and you could get that position."
I retorted, "So it was for me. I am to forgive you and forget about tonight?"
"Please, darling, let me tell you what happened. You will understand, I'm sure. Robert is a very wonderful man. A gentleman, as we danced, I could feel his erection growing as he pressed up against me. He even apologised for it and explained that he lost his beloved wife five years ago and had not had any female company since she died. I was invited to his office to show me her picture; she looked like a very nice lady. Before I knew it, he had undone his flies, and he took out what seemed an enormous erection. It looked magnificent. I have never seen anything so big. I could not help myself; I took it into my mouth."
I interjected, "You have never done this for me?"
"I could not resist. It felt so good and big I struggled to get into my mouth. Compared to his, yours is quite small," Mary continued. "After a while, he raised my dress and took off my panties, laid me on his desk, and slid it into me. It felt so good. I came almost immediately. As he pumped, the more I climaxed, I must have cum four or five times. It was so wonderful. I have never felt anything like it before. Even with you and how much I love you."
Mary's continued, and I felt a little more relaxed and my erection growing quickly, as her story sounded so erotic. Then I began to feel quite proud, in an unusual way, for my wife and what she had done for me. I kissed, and we went up to bed.
After undressing and getting in bed, I made love to her. After fondling her breasts and tweaking her nipples, I came almost immediately, not getting her anywhere near an orgasm. So, as usual, I used my mouth. I licked and sucked, but I could not only taste mine but Robert's sperm in her vagina.
On Monday, following the party, Robert said, "Good morning, David. I hope you enjoyed the party. I am sure Mary did."
With a touch of irony in my voice, I said, "I'm sure she did!"
Nothing more was said about the party, only comments from my work colleagues. Robert and I spoke only about work during the rest of the week.
It was now two weeks before Christmas, and life went on, as usual. Working as we did, me getting home first in the evening and preparing the evening meal.
On Tuesday evening, Mary and I were in bed. I was kissing her nipples, and she was caressing me to an erection. I plunged my rock-hard dick into Mary's waiting wet vagina. With more than a touch of jealousy. I was pumping her as hard as I could, determined to give her an orgasm. As Robert had done, but again I failed, miserably, shooting my semen far too quickly. From what Mary told me about Robert's boner, I suspected I was nowhere near reaching her G-spot with my smaller tool.
As I withdrew, I asked Mary, "Were you thinking of Robert while we were doing that?"
She replied, "It was lovely dear, don't be concerned, I was, thinking how Robert filled me, how long and tight he felt in me. But don't worry dear, I still love you. I will always make you happy, and you can now make me cum with that wonderful tongue of yours."
The following weekend, one week before Christmas Day, which was the next Saturday. Mary and I, as usual, shared the household chores, dusting, cleaning, washing. I knew how to load and start the washing machine, but Mary usually did it, as I did the vacuum cleaning. Mary does the ironing on Sunday while I did the garden or any household DIY jobs.
In bed that night, not having spoken about Robert during the past few days. I thought Mary seemed distant while we made love. I said, "You were thinking about him again, weren't you?"
In a rather thoughtful way, she said, "I was thinking what a shame that Robert will be on his own, on Christmas Day. He lost his wife, and he did not mention any children."
I said, "I'm sure he will have some relations he could spend Christmas with."
"No, I think we should invite him to spend Christmas Day with us. Again, it could be good for your career prospects."
"I'm not sure; I want to spend Christmas Day with you, alone." I then hesitated and said, "Well perhaps, as long as it's only the day."
Mary said excitedly, "I'll phone him tomorrow to see if he would like to come."
She then threw herself on me and kissed me all over my face. While I was thinking, you're having telephone conversations with him, are you?
I did not see Robert at work that week. We were finishing for Christmas on Tuesday evening. Mary came home Monday evening and said joyfully, or it was more like, a cheering tone in her voice.
"I phoned him, Robert. He would love to come and spend Christmas with us." She continued, "As we are off work Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, we had better get the house cleaned ready for Christmas Day."
That evening Mary was so passionate in bed, she even attempted to suck my cock for the first time.
Robert arrived about 10.00 on Christmas Day, after shaking hands welcoming each other. As I took his coat, he handed me an expensive boxed bottle of malt whisky. Mary came up the hallway and kissed him full on the lips. He then gave her an extremely expensive-looking jewelry box. As she opened it, she cried with joy.
"Oh, Robert, you shouldn't have. It's wonderful, look, David."
As she showed me, taking it out of the box, it was a silver, emerald, and diamond necklace with matching earrings. Pailing my present, to her, into insignificance.
Mary was wearing a very tight-fitting, short green dress, which I had not seen before. She did look gorgeous in it, as it showed off her fully curved body and plenty of cleavage. I could see Robert thought so.
She said, "Thank you, Robert. Will, you put the necklace on for me? It matches my dress."
She kissed him again as he completed the task, and Mary wore it all day, together with the very dangly earrings.
We settled down to the day I had made coffees. Mary sat next to Robert on the settee as I came out of the kitchen with the coffees. I noticed a slight hand movement by each of them as they moved their hand off each other.
Robert and I made small talk; we did not want to talk about work today. However, I did not get that much of a chance to get into any conversations. Mary dominated the talking with Robert all day, it seemed, only stopping to tell me to go and do something.
"Get the biscuits, David."
"Clear the coffee cups, David."
"Isn't it time to start lunch, David?"
Mary was paying so much attention to Robert. I was glad to get away in the kitchen for a bit of peace.
I served the traditional Christmas lunch with all the trimmings. We quickly seemed to get through the first two bottles of wine, and Mary sent me to get two more bottles. Robert talked about his wife during lunch, but it was still Mary dominating the conversation. I had not realised that we were sat at the table, having taken over three and a half hours to complete lunch. I cleared the table and washed up the plates and utensils, taking me a good half hour.
As I came into the lounge, Mary was sitting even closer to Robert, with both of them having their hands on each other's thighs. I sat in the easy chair, trying to get into the conversation, without much success.
When Mary said, "Tea, David, please, and cake."
So off I went into the kitchen again, when I came back with the tea and cake. I was sure Mary's dress was higher up her thigh, and she was showing more cleavage.
After tea, we sat back at the table, Mary rearranging her dress as she moved from the settee. We played cards plays for a couple of hours where Robert seemed to have the winning hands, with Mary praising him. "What a good player you are, Robert."
"Well done again, Robert."
I just thought, lucky sod.
We settle down to watch T.V. at around 7.30, with Mary almost sitting on top of Robert on the settee. I again had to make do with the easy chair, which meant my view of them, was a little obscured by the side and back of the settee. I was annoyed as I could not see what their hands were doing. I could see their heads keep turning towards each other.
At about 9.30, during a commercial break, Mary got up, smoothing out her dress as she did so.
Taking my hand, and said, "Come on, David, we need more drinks and nibbles."
Despite Robert's insistence that he had had more than enough, she pulled me into the kitchen.
As we entered, Mary immediately put her arms around my neck and kissed me. She said, "I have had such a lovely day. You have made me very happy."
I indignantly replied, "Can't think why you have virtually ignored me all day. Making me into your skivvy and dominating Robert."
"I've done it for you, David, your promotion." Mary continued, "Don't you think Robert's had more than enough to drink. It would be too dangerous for him to drive. He should stay the night."
"He could get a taxi."
"Not now."
"You want to sleep with him, don't you?"
"Oh, David, that would be the most wonderful Christmas present you could ever give me. I'm doing it for you, David. I want you to be happy. He's staying. You can sleep in the guest bedroom."
"Why can't he?"
"No, David, it's settled. He is staying, and he will sleep in our bed with me."
She then kissed me on the forehead and walked back into the lounge. I carried the drinks in as Mary whispered into Roberts's ear while grabbing hold of his hand. Robert was, at least, appreciative of another drink.
At about 10.00, Mary and Robert got up from the settee. Mary said, "Will you clear up, David? We are going up to bed. We will see you in the morning."
Robert shook my hand and said, "Thank you, David. It has been a most wonderful Christmas for me."
I cleared the things up and went upstairs to the guest bedroom. I was lying naked on the bed listening to my wife's distorted shouts of exaltation, screams of erotic joy, and begging, through the wall.
"Give it to me, Robert, yes, - yes, make me cum again, oh this is wonderful."
With Robert's occasional grunts of satisfaction, as I listened, it sounded so erotic. I got the most aching enormous erection. I just hand-pumped it and must have ejaculated three times.
I did not get up very early on Boxing Day. I just read my book for a while. My concentration was interrupted by the occasional sexual chorus from next door.
When I did get up, as I open my bedroom door, I got a shout from Mary, "Can you bring us tea, please, dear?"
When I took up the tea, I thought I had better knock on the bedroom door, but I did not hear any voices. I thought I heard the water running. I open the went in and put the tea on the dressing table. I saw through the steamy cubical both Mary and Robert together in the en-suit shower, soaping and washing each other.
As I went downstairs, I felt very jealous, and I thought to myself, I got that en-suite refurbished with a double-sized shower cubical deliberately, for the express purpose of Mary and myself using it together. I have to make do with the old shower in the main bathroom.
I was in the kitchen when they came down the stairs, and they went straight to the front door.
When I heard Mary shout, "We are going out, be a dear, can you clean the house up a bit? Change our bedsheets and put them in the wash? We will be back about fourish. Can you have dinner ready by then? Love you!" as the front door closed.
I did what I was asked to do and had the leftover diner ready for 4.00.
Mary and Robert got back about 4.15, and I served them their dinner.
As we ate, we chatted about where they had been. Of course, Mary dominated the conversation, saying, "We had a nice walk along the river, went into a pub, had a light lunch, and walked back." So on and so on.
When Robert finished his plate, he said, "Please excuse me, I'll have to go. I have an early flight tomorrow morning, from Heathrow to America. Business goes on, David, I'm sure you will understand."
In the hallway, Mary finished a very long and passionate kiss with Robert. He hugged me and whispered in my ear, "It's been a wonderful two days, one of the best Christmases I have had. Thank you, David, you're a good man and husband. You have handled this situation very well. See you next weekend?"
When he had gone, I turned to Mary, saying, "What did he mean, see you next weekend?"
Mary put her arms around my neck and kissed me. "Oh David, I do love you, I want to be happy, I know you want me to be happy, and you do make me happy. I will never leave you; you're the only one I will ever love. Robert gives me something different, a greater fulfillment. I cannot resist him. It will not affect our marriage, don't you see David, and I'm doing it for your career. I have told Robert; he can come and stay over every Saturday from now on."
My protest was cut short by Mary put two fingers over my mouth saying. "No arguments David, I'm sure you understand my needs."
"Anyway," I said, "next Saturday is New Year's Eve."
"Ah, Robert's got that planned for us, dear. He is taking us to a party with people he knows."
"When was this planned?"
"When we were on our walk this afternoon, we met two of his friends, seemed a very nice people. They made a few phone calls, and it was all decided. It's at that big exclusive mansion, the other side of Watford, he is picking us up at about 6.30. I am sure it will be a perfect experience for us."
"I suppose he will come back here and stay Saturday night?"
"Yes, he will. Now don't get upset, dear. It's good of him to invite us."
She kissed and cuddled me, and we walked into the lounge, sitting down to watch T.V.
That night in bed, I kissed Mary then said, "What about my needs?"
"Oh, don't worry, David, I will make sure you have your sexual needs met. But not tonight, dear. I need to recover from that marvelous weekend."
She just turned over and went to sleep.
Wednesday, we were in bed. Mary started to kiss my lips and rubbed my hardening cock, she slipped it into her love channel, but no matter how hard I tried, I could not bring her to orgasm.
Mary said, "Never mind, dear, we'll try again next week."
So, I went down between her legs, kissed and licked her vagina. Sucking out all of my sperm, but even with my taste on my tongue, I could still taste Robert. But I brought her to orgasm twice with my tongue.
As we settled into sleep, I said. "Oh, does that mean that Wednesdays are our only loving day?"
"We'll see, dear, don't you think it's for the best, dear. I need days to recover and days to prepare for my fantastic night with Robert."
Being off work that week, we did all the housework. Mary even showed me how to do the ironing.
"You never know when you might need this skill," she said.
Looking through her wardrobe on Thursday afternoon, Mary came and sat on the bed looking somewhat troubled. "I haven't got anything to wear for the party. Will you take me shopping tomorrow morning?"
"Can't you go on your own? You know I hate shopping?"
"No, I need your advice about a dress. You know what looks good on me."
I reluctantly agreed to go with her.
At the shops that morning, the usual procedure was going into several shops and trying on two or three dresses in each shop. Mary was trying on more cocktail-type dresses, which I knew she preferred, rather than long flowing evening gowns. After the fifth shop and god knows how many dresses.
Mary said, "Do you know. I think the best dress I've tried was in that first shop, that nice deep red one. What do you think, David?"
I nodded in a fed-up sort of way.
"Good, we will go back there, and I'll try it again."
Mary came out of the changing room, twirling around.
"What do you think, David?"
"It's very nice but rather revealing, low cut at the front and quite short."
"I know you like to see me showing off my gorgeous body. I'm sure Robert will like it. I'll buy it."
I whispered to myself. I'm sure Robert will.
Mary said, "Did I detect a sense of jealousy there, David? That's not becoming of you, dear."
We were ready and waiting when Robert arrived in a taxi. He gave Mary a very passionate kiss which she returned. He was very complimentary about her dress. The drive took about three-quarters of an hour to get to the venue. We entered a large reception area where they served us drinks.
Robert and Mary chatted to a few people, but they never included me. As I looked around, I thought it strange that there seemed to be many more men there than ladies. We were summoned to our table, there were twelve places set, where there were two men to every lady. The ladies did the introductions as Mary did, introducing me as her husband and Robert as her friend. The other wives did the same. The other husbands sat with their heads lowered, not looking at their wives or friends. I was bewildered at this point.
During the meal, five courses in all, went on for quite a while. It was the wives and friends that did all the talking. The husbands remain silent.
As I tried to get into the conversation, Mary would touch my arm, telling me to 'shh!,' 'be quiet' or 'don't talk.'
By the time the meal finished and the tables cleared, it was gone eleven. The dancing started, but it was only the wives and friends that danced.
The husbands sat at the table, sipping their drinks. I tried to talk, but none of them said anything other than, can't speak, and was not allowed to say anything.
I went to the toilet in which there was one other chap. I asked him, "What the hell is going on here?"
He said, "Are you, husband or friend?"
"Husband."
"Oh, I shouldn't talk to you."
"Why?"
"If I get caught talking to you, my wife could punish me. I'll be denied sexual favours for at least a month."
As he undid his trouser fly, I noticed he was wearing a cock cage.
"What is this about?"
"The friends are the couples' 'Masters' or rather 'Lovers'. The husbands are not able to sexually satisfy their wives, so they take lovers. The Masters come and stay at the weekend and sleep with the wives while the husband serves and service them," he said while he was carefully looking around. "I've had it for over a year now."
I said, "My wife's friend is my boss. Tonight will be only the second time he has stayed over."
"Are, you're new at this. They will grind you down."
At that point, someone else came in, so he walked away. As I went out of the door, he whispered, "good luck" to me.
At midnight there were kisses and handshakes, and even the husbands were allowed to join in with 'Auld Lang Syne and the knees up that followed. The party began to break up at twelve-thirty, and we found our taxi.
Of course, Mary was full of the evening. "Oh, thank you, Robert. I've had such a wonderful time."