The week after Amanda's overnight date with Glenn passed quietly. They tip-toed around their memories of the weekend and Sy felt a chill between them. Mandy seemed solicitous and distant, and a trace of formality drifted into their relationship. She's been overly cordial and polite, Sy thought. She's still mad about me and Tiffany. He didn't like the new distance between them but all he could do was ride it out.

On the next Saturday, one week after her date with Glenn, Sy resolved to break the logjam. They needed to decide the future of this dangerous game. After dinner dishes were loaded and the dishwasher was running, Sy poured two glasses of port and sat next to Amanda on the sofa.

"Mandy, I don't want to keep apologizing for what I did with Tiffany. I've told you I'm sorry enough times. We have other things to think about. We have to discuss the future. Do you want to keep this . . . uhh . . . affair going between you and Glenn?"

Amanda took a sip of port and looked at her husband's face. He looked uncertain but inquisitive. Amanda gave him a studied look. "Yes. I want to keep seeing him."

Euphemisms! Sy thought. 'Seeing him' meant having sex with him. Sy felt tendrils of dread creep into his chest to do battle with his excitement. I have to keep calm, he thought.

"Okay, Mandy. I'll go along with that. That's what we agreed to."

"It's what you asked me to do, Sy," she replied.

Sy paused. "Yes, I did ask you."

"You talked me into it, actually. I didn't want to do it. Remember?"

He took a deep breath. "Okay, I'm culpable, I'll admit it. But, can I ask you some questions?”

"Sure."

"Can you give me any more details? Like, what did you and Glenn do, exactly?"

Mandy was surprised by this sudden turn in the conversation. At least he hasn't told me to quit seeing Glenn. He's still into this, she thought.

"Sy, I've already told you everything I'm comfortable telling you. I stripped for Glenn and posed nude. You saw the pictures I sent. I suckled his penis like I said I would. We slept naked together. A few hours later, he woke me up and we had sex. Then he began to lick me out. It made me uncomfortable and I wanted him to stop but he kept going. And then, wow! I had the most amazing orgasms. Several of them."

"He . . . licked you out? After he had . . . ?” Sy sounded incredulous.

"Yes, after he had finished in me. It was incredibly nasty. I tried to squirm away but he's so strong and he held me down. And he made me come, Sy. Over and over again, and I loved it. I never knew."

"Gawd, Mandy!" Sy was nearly breathless as he listened to his wife. What a depraved thing to do to her! Glenn was an animal!

"Glenn pulled me to the edge of the bed and tried to get inside me. He did but couldn't stay hard and he quit. He apologized for not being able to have intercourse again but we were both exhausted. We saved it for the morning and then he was just fine. Plenty hard. And then you picked us up. And then everything else happened."

'Everything else happened' meant finding out he'd had sex with Tiffany, Sy thought, wincing inside at how he'd disappointed his wife and made her mad. On the other hand, the sex itself had been good; outstanding, actually. I'd do Tiff again in a heartbeat, he thought.

"And that's all you're going to tell me? No other details?"

"That's all, Sy. Sex is between two people and too private to share in that kind of detail. Some things have to stay between me and my lover. But just so you don't worry, Glenn is a good lover and he treats me well. I have no complaints."

This was a far cry from his formerly reluctant wife. Is she falling in love with Glenn? Or falling out of love with me? Glenn must have done a number on her, he thought.

Shortly thereafter, Sy received a text message.

***

Glenn: Got time for a beer at that brewpub on Harrison? I have something fun for you to listen to.

Sy: Sure. Be there in thirty.
 

***

Glenn had the recording from his night with Mandy! The cold tendrils of fear fell away from his heart and his excitement skyrocketed.

Sy explained where he was going and Amanda just smiled.
 

***
 

Glenn passed the thumb drive across the table to Sy. "I had to edit it down so it's only about twenty-three minutes in all."

"What? Why did you leave out so much?" Sy asked.

Glenn sighed. "Mandy caught me. She found one of the recorders and made me promise to edit out any pillow talk. It's only the sex." He leaned across the table and lowered his voice. "You can hear her really well when she sucked my cock. I had the voice-activated recorder right next to her head. You'll love that part. And I ate her out and you'll hear her come like gangbusters. And there's some of us fucking in the morning. That's when she spotted the VAR. She wanted me to delete it. We went back and forth about it and she made me promise to keep it to twenty minutes, max. But I cheated and got you twenty-three."

He took a sip of his beer and grinned at Sy. He knew he'd pushed Sy's hot-buttons. Sy appeared shell-shocked.

"She knows about this recording? And she didn't stop you?"

"I went to bat for you, Sy. I told her you had to get something out of this, too. She finally agreed but wanted me to use discretion. I made sure you got some of the best stuff, though. And it's all good!"

"What about the rest of it?"

"Sorry, Sy. Lover's promise. I kept it but she made me promise not to share it with you. My advice? Don't push her about it. She was pissed enough already and I took some grief for you. I know she's dragging her feet about letting you watch. You don't want to make her mad, that will just make things worse.”

Glenn leaned back in his chair and took another sip of beer. A wide grin spread across his face. "Sy, you stud. What did you do to my wife? She said you fucked her into next week! Those were her exact words.”

Sy's face burned but he broke into a big smile. "Yeah, I guess I did. It was crazy. I hope you aren't mad."

"No, not mad, not at all. I'm impressed, Sy! She's had that fantasy of being overwhelmed for years. We've played around with it but what you did topped them all. Then you banged the hell out of her in the middle of the night. She's still talking about that. And the next morning? You tried to do her again! Tiff is a tough cookie but you've broken right through her ice-shell. Kudos, dude."

They were smiling, drinking beer together, and telling each other how good sex had been with the other man's wife. The incongruity was not lost on either of them. Life was good.

***

Sy put down his computer earphones and took a deep breath. Glenn had not merely made a recording; he had produced an aural masterpiece.

The recording opened with the rustling sounds of lovers in bed with close, intimate breathing. It was as if a microphone had been placed between them to catch their every nuanced sigh and moan. It made the hair on Sy's neck stand up.

"Your cock feels good, Glenn."

"You like this cock?"

"God, yes!"

"Where does it feel good, Mandy?"

"Right where it is, in my pussy! C'mon, you’re just teasing me. Fuck me some more! I wanna come again!"

Sy paused the recording. What an eye-opener, to hear his wife talk like that! Glenn had mixed up the order of things to heighten the impact, he realized. Diabolical bastard! Sy caught his breath and put his earbuds back in to listen to more.

The tell-tale slapping sounds of fucking. A moan followed by panting. Gentle, feminine whimpers, a gasp, and the dulcet sounds of his wife urging her lover on. Her words were disjointed but conveyed her passion for her lover.

"Do you . . . uhhh . . . please? Yeah! Just like that. Ohhh!" Then murmurs and soft, indistinct conversational whispers. And laughter, too. Their shared laughter went straight to his heart and made his chest collapse under the weight of it. But he couldn't stop listening.

"I think so . . . Yesss!"

Their voices were muffled and hidden in the sounds of their vigorous sex. The microphone had been pushed back from the action and Sy's eavesdropping pushed further away. He heard indecipherable whispers and murmurs, rustling bedclothes, and the wet sounds of bodies moving together. These were the sounds of lovers sharing what would always be theirs alone, private and hidden. Sy felt sharp pains of anxiety as he listened to his wife. He had lost a part of her he could never get back. Now, she was a woman with hidden depths and erotic secrets, all of them concealed from her husband.

He stopped the recording and put down the earbuds again. Listening was just too painful. Hot as hell but painful. Sy heard Mandy giggle from the living room and he could hear her talking to someone on her phone. He got up to eavesdrop and moved silently toward the living room. She was hunched over on the sofa, speaking in hushed tones into her phone, and he strained to hear what she was saying.

" . . . I think he's still listening to it . . . yeah, a couple of times, at least."

" . . . no. I don't think so."

"Yeah. Now I know why people fuck for hours."

Glenn! It must be. Sy heard the smile in her voice and listened to her soft replies. Her little giggles were like arrows aimed straight to his heart.

" . . . like a dam broke, baby. In me."

She giggled again and the sounds pierced him anew.

" . . . I don't know. Soon, maybe."

" . . . yeah, tomorrow. Me, too. Bye."

Sy walked into the room and he didn't feel like hiding anything. "Was that Glenn, Mandy?"

Mandy looked up and smiled but Sy saw a flash of guilt cross her face. "Yeah, that was Glenn. Were you listening to us?"

"I caught a little of the last part."

"You shouldn't eavesdrop, Sy, it's not polite. Did you listen to our recording? Isn't it hot?"

"You've heard it, too?” Sy replied, surprised.

"Yeah. Glenn gave me a copy today at work. That was a sneaky thing he did but now I'm glad he did it. It's like reliving it all over again. Super-hot!" she said, dramatically fanning her face. "Did you like it?"

"I liked it," he said. "Yeah, I guess I did. I don't know what I think."

"Sy, it's just good, hot, sweaty fun, that's all. Sit here with me," she said, patting the sofa.

She kissed him and held his hands. "Thank you for letting me have a lover, Babe. Glenn is perfect for me but I'm not in love with him. He's just a friend . . . a friend I have sex with. And I want to be totally honest, Sy. I love the sex. It's intense and real. Can you hear that in the recording? I was embarrassed to hear myself but now I’m glad you know . . . I mean, how I am with my lover." She kissed him again and snuggled against him.

"It's hot, Mandy. But it's upsetting me."

“I understand but think of it like this, Sy. It's super-hot and intense, and it's very real. It's like that eighties heavy metal music you listen to. Or a good movie. Intense and real, but only temporary. When the music ends or the movie ends, it's over. It's the same way with me and Glenn."

He held her close and they kissed again. "I guess I worry you might like it too much, Mandy."

"I do like it, Sy. I like it a lot. But you know what I was thinking about Sunday morning? I was waiting for you to pick us up at the hotel and I wanted you. I was tired of that guy and I was ready to come home. Home to you and no one else. Sure, we'd had sex over and over and we’d had a great time. But the fun was over and I wanted you. You're the man I love."

She pulled back and scanned his face for signs of anger or anything else. Nothing. Sy was listening with rapt attention.

“When we drove home, I had to sit with Glenn in the back seat, Sy. You understand, don't you? I owed it to my lover to finish my date with him. But when it was over and he had left, I sat up front with you. You're the one I love."

"That did kind of bother me, Mandy, you sitting with him in the backseat. I felt alone, like I'd been abandoned. But I guess I understand."

She kissed him again and put her lips to his ear.

"Glenn fucks good, Babe. Real good. But you do me better. I'm one-hundred percent certain I'm not in love with him and I never will be. I'm in love with you."

"Mandy, when you talk like this it drives me crazy. I know you love me, at least I know at an intellectual level. And I love you at the deepest level I know. But in those deepest levels, I want you to have the best sex any wife can have. Sex with your husband and with your lover. But it hurts."

"I know, Sy. That's one of the reasons I love you so much. This is your sacrifice for me, your gift. You want this for me and I do it for you." She pressed her forehead against his, an old sign of their love and commitment. "You and me, we're a team, Babe. This is our gift to each other. Together, we can make this work."

"Together, Mandy. You and me." But he still felt uncertain.

They kissed and paused, foreheads still touching. Mandy said, “I'm going to see him again. You know that, right?"

"I know you will, Mandy. It kills me to say this but I want you to see him again. But not so soon, I'm not ready yet. Let's put this on hold for a little while longer. This shouldn’t be our whole life, something we do twenty-four-seven, three-sixty-five. I want our regular life most of the time.”

"Babe, this is our regular life. This is what you wanted and I gave it to you. Don't you think I sacrificed for you that first time? Didn't I tell you we were going to do it a lot, like newlyweds? You've got to let me enjoy this. It's my turn and I want to experience this gift you've given me. Please don't take it away again like you did before."

Sy felt momentarily abashed. Three weeks ago he hadn't been able to control himself during Mandy's first time with Glenn. He had broken his agreement with Mandy and called her home before she was finished. She hadn’t let him forget it.

"Mandy, I can't describe these feelings I have when you're with Glenn, this jealousy and anxiety . . . even fear and anger. It's a jumbled mess and I don't want to complain about it because it makes me the victim and I know I'm not."

Sy looked expectantly at his wife and saw her wearing an odd expression. What is she thinking? “I need a little more time to process this. Do you understand, Mandy?”

"I understand you, Sy. You're addicted to the thrill, just like me. You like the danger of losing me to Glenn. You like the excitement of waiting for me to come home when I’m with my lover. But now that I've started I don't want to wait again. I like being the temptress. I like the attention he gives me. I like to drive him crazy and he does get crazy. And you know what else I like? I like to fuck."

Her words shocked him anew. What has happened to my shy, little wife?

She kissed him hard and he felt her fingernails dig into his skin. He gripped the back of her head and kissed her back equally hard. He released her and stared into her eyes. He felt his arousal skyrocket.

"You’ve been a nasty little fuck-toy for your boss, haven’t you? You liked undressing for him, didn't you? I heard you do it. You liked being his slut.”

"I loved it. I wanted him to see me naked and to know me, all of me, inside and out. He fingered me, you know. With me standing naked in the middle of the room with the lights on. I was such a good slut for him. He made me come standing up and I doubled over and he had to catch me. He eats pussy good, too."

"You sucked his cock. I heard you do it."

"Yes, I did. I made love to his cock as I'd promised. I asked him to fuck my mouth and he did. Did you hear me ask him? Did you hear me beg for his cum? I told him I wanted his cum but he kept teasing me, slowing down and stopping, then starting again. I had to beg for his cum and he loved it. He came like a Texas flood and I slurped it all down. I thought I'd killed him."

They stood, eyes locked, and undressed. Mandy pulled Sy onto herself on the sofa.

"Fuck me like he did. Do me hard. Make me feel it."

"I'm gonna fuck you my way, you dirty little slut. I'm gonna enjoy each thrust and make it last." He lined up and pushed. She was wet and puffy and he slid right into her.

"No, you won't. You won't last, Sy. He fucked me hard and drove me out of my mind and he lasted a long time. You're going to come in a minute." He drove hard into her and pushed her head into the corner of the sofa, up against the armrest and sofa back. She squeezed him hard inside of her.

"Uhhh! You nasty little cunt, squeezing my cock. Did you do that for him?"

"I did everything for him and he loved it. How do I feel? Can you tell he’s been in there? Did he stretch me out?" She was panting hard and moving with his thrusts.

"No. You're tight as ever. I'm going to stretch you out with my baby," Sy grunted.

"Go ahead, knock me up, fill me up! My diaphragm is out!"

Mandy arched her back and met his thrusts. "Is that all you've got? Give it to me!”

Sy reached behind her and slapped her ass, hard. "Do you like it rough, you little bitch?"

She laughed. "Go on, spank me as hard as he did. Teach me a lesson with your massive cock! Do you like it up there? Deep in my pussy where he fucked me? He came deep. Can you feel him on your cock? I'll bet he's still in there."

"Shut up, you slut." Sweat was dripping from his face onto hers. He leaned down and licked his sweat off of her face with the broad flat of his tongue.

"I licked Glenn's face like that after he ate me out. I could taste both our juices on his skin," Mandy said.

Sy slowed his thrusting. "And you liked that? That's just plain nasty."

"I liked it. I didn't want him to do it at first but now it's my favorite thing. I love it."

"Fuck! That is so nasty!" Sy resumed thrusting, slower this time.

"What's the matter, Sy? Too close to cumming? Afraid I'll make you lick me? Make you lick it all up? Maybe I will. Do you know what else he did? He licked my ass. He pushed my knees back and licked me from stem to stern. It drove me wild."

"Oh! Oh, FUCK! I'm gonna cum!" Sy gasped and howled. His thrusting became hard and erratic and he collapsed onto his wife, covered in sweat.

"Keep your cock inside me, Babe. Put a pillow under my hips while I lift." They took an awkward moment to reposition, an athletic feat with Sy still inside of her.

"I want your seed to stay inside me. I want to give you the best chance."

"Do you want me to lick you, Mandy? I will if you want me to. I'll do your ass, too."

"Not now, Sy. Save it for another time. I want to think about the baby you just put into me."
 

***

At the office.

Glenn stopped by Amanda's office mid-morning.

"Knock-knock."

"Glenn. What a surprise," she said, standing up and walking toward him. She stopped and he took a long moment to look her up and down. She looked over his shoulder, saw no one in the outer office, and did a pirouette.

"Nice, Mandy. You do that well and I should know."

She blushed. "Official business? Or are you here just to harass me?"

"Both. Brenda wants to talk with you. She's coming by in a few minutes with coffee, so sit tight." He kissed the back of his fingers and flicked them her way Italian style, turned and left.

Ten minutes later, Brenda arrived with two coffees and a small cardboard box. "Dark French roast for you with cream and Splenda, and a kouign-amann for each of us. These are incredibly good, Amanda." She walked into Amanda's office and closed the door. “I got them at that new French bakery down the street.”

"Ummm! These are good," Amanda said, taking a bite of kouign-amann with a sip of coffee.

"Nice office, Amanda," Brenda replied, looking around from her chair by the desk.

"Thank you, Brenda." The two office rivals appraised each other. This was Brenda's peace offering, Amanda realized.

"First, I want to apologize for being jealous of your success, Amanda. You have an MBA and I don’t, and you've handled this job well. You deserved this job over me. Congratulations," Brenda said.

Amanda smiled. "Thank you."

"Second, Tiffany and I had a long talk. I was wrong. I always thought you had played around with Glenn to get this job. Now I know that isn't true. Again, my apologies. Third, Glenn is pretty good, isn't he?" She smiled at her younger boss.

Amanda thought for a moment and broke into a big grin. "Yeah, he is. I guess you know firsthand, yourself. But it's our secret, right?"

"Of course, Amanda. Tiff filled me in and it's 'mum's the word', all around. No worries on that account."

The ice was broken and they chatted amiably about other matters until Brenda steered the conversation back to the subject at hand.

"Do you know about Glenn and Tiffany's house party next month? Are you going?"

"I know about it but I'm not sure if I'm going. It sounds pretty wild," Amanda replied.

"It is. You shouldn't miss it. Just come to watch, if nothing else. You and Sy can do as little or as much as you want, no pressure. Let Sy come and play, too. And take him out of that ridiculous cage. That was Tiffany's deal all along, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, all Tiffany's deal. She unlocked him and let him out, you know."

"So I heard. I also heard he rocked Tiffany's world," Brenda said with a laugh, and Amanda laughed, too. The memory of her anger had faded but not entirely.

"I'm not happy about that. That wasn't in our plans," Amanda said.

"My advice? Get over it and let him play. It's only fair, Amanda." Brenda took her last sip of coffee and handed Amanda a business card with a physician's name on it. "Go see this guy and get tested before the party. Sy, too. He's expecting your call. It's all unofficial, no records, and he won't charge you. He's a good guy and plenty kinky. His wife is nice, too."

***
 

Glenn stopped by her office again at the close of business. He closed the door but opened the Venetian blinds so others passing by could see him sitting in the chair opposite her desk.

"Everyone else has gone home. I want to discuss that little scare you gave me two weekends ago. About the diaphragm?"

"It's all good, Glenn. I had my period last week, right on time. Sorry if I scared you." She smiled at him and he let out a long, theatrical sigh.

"Whew!"

"Don't worry, Glenn. If I got pregnant it could be only you or Sy, no one else. And Sy has told me many times he'd raise any child I bear as his own. 'Pregnancy roulette' he calls it." She told him again how she wore a diaphragm with him and went bare with Sy. "Kinda kinky, I know, but we both like it. I can't take the pill so this is what we are doing."

"I think it's hot, Mandy. After you have your baby, can I be an honorary uncle?"

"Of course, Glenn. I don't think you have much to worry about, the odds are stacked ‘way against you. But even the remote possibility of conception makes the sex hotter."

"You're a risk-taker, Mandy. I never realized that about you. It's a small, measured risk and not too reckless. I like it."

She shifted in her chair. This talk was making her feel warm and restless. I am reckless, aren't I? This is all so new for me, she thought.

"Did you and Brenda come to an understanding, Mandy?" he asked.

"We cleared the air, yes. She and I have a new understanding."

"Good. I want you two to be amiable colleagues; friends, even. You have a lot in common, you know."

Mandy eyed him. "You mean you, for instance?"

Glenn made a face. "That's been over a long time, Mandy. She and I are just friends, now. She and Tiffany, too. These things burn hot and fast, I know that, and then things tend to go back to normal. Right now I'm in love with a beautiful young woman and I can't get enough of her."

Mandy appraised her boss from across the desk. She put her elbows on her desktop and rested her chin in her hands, a sly smile on her face. "I know. It's a terrible problem, isn't it?"

"There's a solution," he replied, smiling back.

"Several, actually. But only one comes to mind right now. Check to make sure everyone's gone home,” she said, glancing at the window. He opened the door, looked around, then closed and locked it. He closed the blinds and pulled a curtain across for privacy.

"We'll have to be quick," she said, kneeling on the carpet and unfastening his belt. "Don't get any on my clothes or my face. I want it all in my mouth."

"I've been hoping for this all day," he said, sotto voce.

"I should make you beg," she said. His pants fell to the floor and he unbuttoned the bottom few buttons of his shirt.

"I am begging, Mandy. You're good at this." He pushed his hips forward and his rigid penis touched her lips.

"Remember I told you I wanted a lot of practice? Let me practice on you but be quick, I need to get home," she said.

She grasped the base of his penis with one hand and tightly cupped his scrotum with the other. She laved his glans with her tongue and lightly suckled with her lips. Glenn wanted to thrust, she could tell. She held him back.

She stood and walked around her desk. "I almost forgot. I thought we might do this and I came prepared." She removed a small, white jar from a desk drawer and dabbed a finger inside. She removed something solid and white, then returned to kneel on the carpet before him. She rubbed her finger around his ridge and spread the oily substance over the head of his penis and down his shaft.

"It's coconut oil. You're going to love how it feels and it keeps me from getting a sore throat. It stains clothes, so be careful." She wiped her hand on a hand towel and cupped his scrotum again, and grasped his hip with her other hand. Then, she took the full length of his penis into her mouth.

"Ohhhh, Mandy!" he hissed. She held him deep for long seconds and Glenn held perfectly still. He could feel the muscles of her throat caress the head of his penis. He suppressed a deep groan. "Gawd, Mandy, no one does that like you."

She pulled back from his shaft and watched it bounce with his heartbeat in front of her face. "Go ahead, Glenn. Do it to me the way you like. Let me get you off. Just don't muss up my hair."

He slipped a hand around the back of her neck, beneath her long black hair, and began to thrust. "I'm not going to last long, Mandy."

"Ummm-hmmm," she replied, urging him on with her hands.

"Can you take all of it?"

"Ummm-hmmm."

In five minutes he was panting and he warned her of his coming eruption. "I'm close, baby. Get ready."

"Ummm-hmmm."

Glenn hissed between his teeth and Mandy felt his penis swell and pulse. Then, warm ribbons of his cream flowed over her tongue and coated the inside of her mouth. He slowed his movements and she nursed his softening penis, extracting all of his semen as she swallowed.

"That was a lot," she said. She stood, wiped her mouth on the towel, and passed it to him. She straightened her clothing and checked her makeup while he collected his pants and tucked in his shirt.

"Thank you, Mandy. I feel properly devastated. Thank you, thank you," Glenn gushed.

"Well, thank you, lover. Now you’ve got me all horny. I'm going to go home and take it out on Sy."

Glenn's heart was still beating hard in his chest. "I want you again, Mandy, and I don't want to wait. It's been more than two weeks. How about tomorrow at my house, after work? I'll have you home early, well before eight.”

"I'd like that," she replied.

"And how about again this coming weekend? A longer session? Say, Saturday night?" Glenn appeared hopeful but confident. He could hardly get enough of this sweet, young wife. And the slight chance of pregnancy only increased his desire.

Mandy smiled. "Perfect. I'll arrange it with Sy."

"No, don't tell him or he'll get whiney again. Do this instead. Tomorrow night, leave him something in the fridge for dinner and just before we leave, send him a text. Tell him you'll be a few hours late but back home before ten. He'll figure it out and it will drive him wild. That's what he wants, believe it or not. He wants you to wind him up and make him wild. Then come home early and see how he reacts. I won't wear you out because he's going to jump you the moment you walk in the door. We'll keep it short. We’ve got to think of him, too."

Mandy giggled. "You are so considerate of my husband. I like that."

"Something else, Mandy. Sy's been patient with us and it's time to let him watch. It's what he says he wants and we can't put him off any longer. Why don't we invite him to my house on Saturday? Let him watch us for half an hour and then send him out of the room. Then we'll have the rest of the night."

"Hmmm. I guess so, Glenn. Will Tiffany be there?"

"Yes, she'll be there. She can take charge of Sy . . . uhh . . . after you and I finish. I think you should let Tiff have her fun, too. She wants to play with Sy again. He gave Tiff a good seeing to, did you know that?"

"I know," Mandy replied, "Brenda told me this afternoon. 'Fucked her into next week', she said."

Glenn chuckled. "Trust Brenda to get her digs in. I know you don't trust her but she really does like you. Best of all, she can keep a secret."

***
 

Amanda arrived home and Sy greeted her at the door. She felt guilty because, after years of Sy's suspicions or perhaps his wishful thinking, she was walking in the door tonight with traces of Glenn's semen on her breath. She wasn't sure if she should tell him. It might be easier to avoid confrontation. But she also knew she couldn't keep secrets from her husband.

Sy kissed her on the lips and stopped. He seemed puzzled.

"Mandy, is there something you need to tell me? Did something just happen? Is that the reason you’re home a half-hour late?"

She faced him and felt her face burning. She was unprepared but decided to tell the truth. It was the only way.

"Yes, Sy. Something happened. I had an impromptu meeting with Glenn in my office. And I . . . well, I think you know what I did. I mean, what Glenn and I did." She stared back at him defiantly but inside she felt weak. What have I done?

"You finally did it, didn't you?" He took a stride toward her to grasp her shoulders and pull her into himself. He kissed her hard on her mouth and she kept her mouth tightly closed. His tongue explored her teeth.

"Please, Sy," she whimpered, and she turned her face away.

"Please what, Mandy? I taste Glenn, don't I? You sucked him off, didn't you?"

"Yes." It came out as a squeak and she felt she might break into a thousand pieces.

Sy pulled his shaking wife close and buried his face in her hair. "So it finally happened. I can't believe it." He squeezed her tightly against himself and they rocked back and forth. "I don't feel like I thought I would feel. I thought I'd be crazy with lust but instead, I feel . . . I don't know how I feel. I feel protective of you. I feel . . . close to you. I feel like I just want to hold you."

"I'm sorry, Sy."

"No, Mandy. Don't be sorry. I pushed you to do this and you did it for me. And Glenn, too, I guess. We were all in on it. Let's go to bed. I just want to hold you."

They lay down together, fully clothed on the bed, and he pulled a duvet over them.

"Tell me everything, Mandy. Don't leave anything out."

She did and when she finished she asked him, "I did it for you but I guess I did it for me, too. Is this what you really wanted, Sy?"

"Yes, Mandy. It's been my fantasy for years and now that you've done it, it seems . . . almost ordinary. I feel calm but I'm conflicted. I'm happy but confused. It's going to take me a while to figure this out."

"Do you want me to stop, Sy? I can, you know. Just tell me."

"No, Mandy. Don't stop. We've just crossed a bridge together. Let's keep going."

***
 

After dinner, they read silently in the living room. Then, wordlessly, they prepared for an early bedtime. Under the blankets, Sy ran his hands up and down Mandy's smooth skin.

"Get this nightgown off, Mandy. I want to feel you, all of you." He explored her familiar body under the bedcovers. It was his wife, the same Mandy he had always known, but now she felt different. She had done something with another man without him knowing first, something profoundly intimate.

"Was it good, Mandy? Did you enjoy it?"

"I'm not going to pull any punches, Sy. Yes, I loved doing it and Glenn loved it. I want to do him again and I will unless you tell me to stop."

"Full speed ahead, Mandy. I'm getting over the shock of finding out, I think."

"Make love to me," Mandy whispered. "Now."
 

***
 

In the afterglow of their lovemaking, Amanda sighed and said, "There's something about me you don't know, Sy, and I think it's time I told you. It's about my past and after what's happened lately, it's time for me to confess. It involves Jackie, too, and I want to tell you about her secret problem. It's all related.

"First of all, I never wanted a boyfriend, even when I was a teenager. I had boys in high school take an interest in me but nothing serious. Just hand-holding and kissing is all. Even then I didn't want a boyfriend. I wanted a man."

Sy stared at his wife with rapt attention. "I know you have a thing for older guys. I've never asked you about your old boyfriends because you told me not to ask. But I would like to know."

"I've told you before I worked in a fancy lingerie shop downtown during college. But I never told you about Mister Avery. He was the owner. He was a nice guy and treated us girls well. He gave us discounts on merchandise but of course, I could never afford any of the high-end lingerie he sold. Anyway, Dad lost his job and it looked like I'd have to quit university and work full time. That's when I was a junior so I was twenty-one. Mister Avery found out I was quitting school and he offered me a deal."

"Oh no, Mandy! Is this what I think it is?" Sy said, alarmed.

"Sy, just listen. Mister Avery wasn't a creep even though he sold fancy lingerie. He was a nice guy and he looked after his employees. We were mostly young women and as far as I ever heard, he never took advantage of any of us.

"I asked him to increase my hours but he said he had a better idea. Instead, he hired me as his housekeeper. I moved out of the college dorm and in with him and that saved a pile of money. I had my own bedroom and Mr. Avery put a deadbolt lock on my door. He said it would make me feel safer at night. He let me use his second car. He paid for my tuition and gave me spending money. He said my education was too important to quit over money."

"What did your mom and dad think? They must have freaked out," Sy said.

"They did, at first. But Mom and Dad came over to his house and we all met in his living room and talked. Dad noticed the deadbolt lock on my door. I think that's what sold him," she laughed. "That, and my room had its own attached bathroom."

"Dad took me aside and told me I was a big girl and had to make my own decisions. He said he trusted me to do the right thing. He also told me to call home if Mister Avery took any liberties. I think Mom and Dad saw it as a good way for me to continue college. Anyway, I moved in with Mister Avery as a boarder. I signed a rental contract and everything."

"How old was this guy, Mandy?"

"I don't know. I guess he was probably in his early fifties."

"So, how did it go, Mandy?"

"It was great. I drove his car and I always had the money for gas. He wanted me to run his household, which consisted of just him. He was a widower. He taught me how to plan meals and shop for food. I cleaned his house, cooked dinner, and studied at night. He helped me with school work and he was a good teacher. I was a business major and he was a businessman. He taught me the practical aspects of a business.

"We'd go grocery shopping and cook dinner together. He was a 'foodie' and a good cook, and he taught me a lot about cooking. We even worked in the yard on the weekends. It was fun. He encouraged me to study and I got all 'A's. He helped me get a summer externship with Glenn's company and that led directly to my job. And my job led me to you. So, I owe Mister Avery a lot."

"Why didn't you tell me about Mister Avery?"

"Because I was afraid you'd react badly if you knew everything and I knew you'd ask questions. Remember, our relationship was brand-new and I'd just moved into my own apartment. Over time it just seemed easier to keep Mr. Avery a secret. But now, after . . . well, you know . . . after Glenn and me . . . I think you should know. The whole story, I mean. Mister Avery and I were lovers."

"Lovers? You mean you had sex with him? Or did you fall in love with him?"

"We were never in love like you and me. We weren't lovers at first. But, eventually, we had sex but not that often. We slept together sometimes but not every night. Mostly not. Mister Avery said it would be better for me if I didn't sleep in his bed every night. So, maybe one or two nights a week I slept with him and we usually had sex. I wouldn't call it making love, not at first. It was mostly on the weekends like married folks," she said with a laugh. She kissed him and reached for his penis. It was rock-hard again.

"You like my story, huh? Do you want to hear more?"

"Oh, Gawd yes, Mandy! This is the hottest thing ever!"

"Well, one night our friendship became sexual. I'd been working for Mister Avery for about six months. I knew he was fond of me but he'd always maintained his distance. He insisted all his employees call him Mister Avery and not Ed. He said it would be better for our working relationships. He always called me Miss Penney and never Amanda. He was formal with all the women who worked for him. He saw it as a good business practice, I guess. The formality helped keep our relationship secret, too.

"I had a college boyfriend for a while, Brandon, but he got too possessive and I broke up with him. Mister Avery didn't care for him, either. One night, late, Brandon came to the door drunk and obnoxious and demanded I go with him. I was scared but Mister Avery sent him away. Mister Avery kept me safe and I slept very well that night."

"Were you intimate with Brandon?'

"Let me finish this story first, Sy," she admonished. She began stroking his penis using a light, feather-touch.

"I guess after that I looked at Mister Avery differently. He was like Glenn, lean and strong, and he had that quiet confidence a lot of older guys have. I mean, he was an accomplished businessman. He owned a high-end lingerie store and had other businesses, too. I think he had money but he was frugal.

"One night, we'd had some wine with dinner. He rarely drank and at the time, I didn't drink at all. He had taught me how to make beef stroganoff. It's actually easy but it takes time to prepare. So, I guess we drank a little wine. There was something more between us that night. I could feel it and I think he did, too.

"He smiled at me differently and I might have been acting a little flirty. We were clowning around in the kitchen. I knew what he was thinking 'cause I was thinking the same thing. I think we were both horny. Anyway, nothing more was said and we went to bed at the usual time. Remember, we had separate bedrooms and I always locked my door.

"I woke up in the middle of the night because I had to pee. I got up to use the bathroom and I heard him up, too. I heard him pee and for some reason, it made me horny. It made me think of his penis, I guess. That was months after I had broken up with Brandon and I must have been pretty horny. I got back into bed but I couldn't sleep. I laid in bed for a long time thinking. I wondered if he was thinking about me? I was in that dreamy half-state, not awake but not asleep, either.

"It's funny, I didn't think much about it, I just did it. I got up and pulled my nightgown over my head. I opened my bedroom door as quietly as I could.

"I was standing naked in the hallway. I remember it felt amazing! It was dark but he might have opened his door anytime and caught me naked. We'd never done anything sexual. He'd never held me or kissed me goodnight. I wondered, would he want me? Was he too old?

"He'd never hit on me, even once. Was I invading his privacy? Would he be angry? I stood outside his door for the longest time. I listened but I couldn't hear anything. I finally got up my courage and slowly turned his doorknob. I was very quiet. My heart was beating in my ears. When I crept into his room there was just enough light to see him sleeping on the far side of the bed."

Mandy stopped. "Sy? Are you sure you want to hear this? Will it upset you? Do you like what I'm doing to you . . . down there?" She continued stroking his penis and fondling his scrotum.

"Oh, yeah! This is so hot! Keep going, I want to hear it."

"Well, remember, I was naked and turned on like crazy. I stood by his bed and looked at him for the longest time. Then I slipped into bed and lay very still. He was breathing quietly like he was asleep. The bed felt cold but I could feel his body heat and I wanted to move toward him. I was trying to decide what to do next when he spoke to me! I about jumped out of my skin!

"‘Miss Penney, I heard you come in,’ he said. I was startled but I knew what I wanted. I wanted him and I wanted his cock! It was like I was in a dream. It didn't seem real."

Mandy gripped Sy's penis more tightly and began stroking faster. She smeared his pre-cum over his cock-head and heard his breathing quicken.

"I scooted right over to him and put my arms around him and started kissing him like mad. He did the same back to me. His hands were all over me. He slipped a finger inside me and finger-fucked me. I was so wet!

"He said, 'Is this what you came for, Miss Penney?' and I said, 'Yes.' That's all we said to each other. He rolled on top of me and I spread my legs for him. He wrapped his arms around me and fucked me like crazy. I came right away, hard, and over and over again. He lasted a long time, not like Brandon, and it was so intense it was almost scary. Finally, he came inside me and squeezed me so hard I could barely breathe."

"Oh, fuck, Mandy! I'm almost there! Keep going!" Sy gasped and his body shuddered.

She flipped back the covers and took the head of his penis into her mouth. She continued to jack his shaft and watched Sy clench his eyes shut. His body stiffened and he let out a shout. Streams of warm semen shot from his penis and into her mouth. Her head bobbed eagerly and she sucked until he let out a long sigh. She released his cock and swallowed. She licked her lips and wiped the back of her hand across her mouth.

"That was fun," she said.

"Fuck, Mandy!" Sy gasped, breathless. "How do you do that? You wiped me out!"

He breathed heavily and Mandy came up to kiss him. "Taste me, Sy. I swallowed most of it but I want you to have some, too."

They rested together until they'd caught their breaths.

"Mandy, is that story true?"

"It's true, Sy. And this is where Jackie got involved. I moved out half-way through my senior year and got my own apartment, and Jackie took my housekeeping job with Mr. Avery.

"Jackie had the idea of putting on private lingerie modeling parties by invitation to only select customers. They were done confidentially after hours in the store. Jackie and I and a few other girls modeled for these well-to-do older men and we sold a lot of merchandise. Mister Avery was happy and we were well paid. Our private customers were good tippers.

"Jackie got involved with one customer, a lawyer who was going through a divorce. Long story short, his wife found out about their affair and blackmailed her husband and Jackie. His wife was a lawyer, too, and well connected. She found proof her husband had paid Jackie and she got Jackie charged with prostitution, a felony! Jackie was assigned a public defender and she pleaded guilty to avoid a prison sentence. She got a suspended sentence but she spent a weekend in jail and it was awful. It was a put-up deal, totally rigged against Jackie. Mr. Avery couldn't do much because he had to protect his businesses. Anyway, now Jackie has a felony conviction on her record and it's been impossible to get rid of it. They say getting it expunged will require more money than she has.

"Jackie later had a fiance but when he found out about the prostitution conviction, he dropped her. She's had trouble finding good jobs. And now she's got something going with this new guy from England, William, and she's terrified he'll find out and drop her. It's really wrecking her life and I want to help."

"Maybe we can help, Mandy. We've got money now. And you know what else we've got?"

"What, Sy?"

"Tiffany."

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