For the two weeks after I admitted my affair with Alina to my husband, he kept pestering me about details of the things we would do to each other, how she would make me cum and the delicious feelings it gave me when she did.

“So I was thinking,” he said on night after I’d described what she did to me while he was fucking me.

“Oh?” I said.

“You have a girlfriend, maybe I could have one too,” he said.

“Seriously?” I asked, unsure if he was just teasing me or not.

“Yes,” he replied. “It’s only fair.”

“But,” I countered, unable to finish the thought. That wasn’t what I thought he was going to say.

“But, what?” he asked.

“I just thought you were going to say something else,” I said.

“Like what?” he asked.

“Like maybe you wanted to take another sexy weekend away or something,” I said.

He smiled and shook his head. “That is a very fine idea,” he said. “So what do you think?”

“Have you already found one?” I asked. I had imagined him going out and cheating on me the way I had done on him. He shook his head. “Do you have someone in mind?”

“Maybe,” he admitted. “There’s this woman at the gym where we play basketball on Wednesday nights, she and I have been flirting a bit and I thought…” his voice trailed off.

“You thought you’d like a side piece, the same as me.”

“Well, yeah!”

“Is she pretty?” I asked.

“Not as pretty as you,” he said.

“Good answer,” I giggled. “Is she younger than me?”

“Maybe, I don’t know, probably,” he said.

“Am I not enough for you?”

“Of course you are!” he protested. “Look, you said that when you and Alina started it was “exciting and different and it felt so good”, your words if I recall. Maybe I want that too.”

"And if I say no, what then?” I asked nervously. I was definitely not sold on the idea of my husband fucking some cute young thing without me there.

“Then it’s no,” he said. “Don’t you think that would be a bit unfair though? Hypocritical even?”

“It would be that,” I replied. “Look, it was fun when we swapped with that couple while we were on vacation but I don’t know if I could stand it if you were with someone else and I wasn’t there.” I reached to pull him in for a hug. “I’m sorry, that how I feel right now.”

“Like I said, hypocritical,” he said firmly. “You know what, forget I asked.” He got up and left the room.

‘Babe, wait! I didn’t say no, did I?” I was desperate to talk this out. He kept going and I flopped back onto the bed. I waited for a minute or so and followed him down the hall, he was in the living room, absentmindedly flipping through the stations on the TV.

“What if I were to meet her first?” I asked.

“Why, so you could seduce her before I got the chance?” he asked. He was obviously pissed that I hesitated at giving him the okay to fuck around.

“No, it’s just if I met her, I might feel different about it. You’ve known Alina for a while now, you know the kind of person she is, how funny and smart and sexy she is. You admitted you’d like to be with her.”

He thought for a moment, “What if instead of me playing basketball next week, you invite her here and we ask her to be with both of us?” he asked.

“We’re going shopping on the weekend, I could ask her then,” I said.

“Just shopping?” he asked.

“Maybe!” I winked at him.

He stood up and took my hand. “How about we go back to the bedroom and you tell me how she makes you cum while I fuck your ass?” he suggested.

“You read my mind!” I grinned.

******

“So Greg has a question he wants me to ask you,” I said to my girlfriend as we caught our breath.

“I knew this was coming,” she smiled. “When you told me that you told him about us, I knew this was coming. Before you ask, the answer is yes. On one condition.”

“That I go to your house and be with you and Paul,” I grinned.

“So I can eat his cum from your pussy!” she leered as she tackled me onto my back, twenty minutes later, our faces were covered with our squirted cum as we kissed and licked each other’s pussies in a sweet sixty-nine.

“So this Wednesday?” I asked.

“Your place, or mine?” came her reply.

******

“Hey babe, any chance of you not going to play ball tonight?” I asked my husband as we cleared the table.

“Why?”

“Well, I have an idea that I think you will like,” I said, leaving out the sordid details.

“You’ll need to do better than that,” he replied. “They’re expecting me.”

“OK, if you insist,” I said. I moved beside him and pulled him tight. Running my hand over his crotch and squeezing, I said, “Alina will have to settle for just me!”

“Let me text the guys real quick!” he stammered and he rushed to pick up his phone.

I giggled as I pushed the button to start the dishwasher. “I’m going to get ready!” I called as I turned toward our bedroom.

“Need any help?” he asked.

“Not at the moment,” I said.

Twenty minutes later I was ready and the sitter arrived shortly after that. “You look nice,” she said when she saw me. “Going someplace special?”

“No, just over to my friend’s house as usual,” I replied. She nodded her head and went to the rec room to greet the kids. I poked my head in before we left, “We might be a little later than usual getting home.”

“I need to be home by midnight,” she replied.

“That’ll work,” I said.

My husband was already in the car, fidgeting nervously with the anticipation of what he hoped was about to happen. I got in and as we pulled away, his hand crept over to the inside of my thigh. I took it and placed it back on the steering wheel, “Patience, baby!”

I have to give credit where credit was due, I expected him to blaze over to Alina and Paul’s house but he mostly obeyed the rules and laws of the road. We arrived and went to the front door and were a bit surprised when Pal answered it.

“So you didn’t go play ball either,” Greg said as they fist bumped and bro-hugged. After a hug and a kiss on the cheek from me, he ushered us into the dining room where the object of my lust was waiting with four glasses of wine on the table.

Alina came over to me and hugged me. “Paul doesn’t know yet,” she whispered before kissing my cheek. She moved to greet my husband and when he leaned in to kiss her cheek, she turned her head and their lips met. “Oops! Sorry!” she said. It was far from accidental.

She handed out the wine glasses and we all toasted to nothing really before moving to the living room to sit down. The look on Paul’s face when I sat beside him and his wife sat next to my husband was priceless.

We made small talk which didn’t last for very long when Paul said, “So what’s going on here? Why was it so important for us to not go play ball tonight.” Alina took a deep breath before beginning.

“Honey, there is something I need to tell you and you’re either going to hate it or love it,” she said nervously. She looked at me and stood up, beckoning to do the same. We met half way between the two couches and held hands. Then we looked at our husbands before turning our attention to each other.

Our eyes closed and our lips met. I could feel her nervousness as we kissed softly, our tongues slipping forward just a little to play with each other. We looked at the men and smiled, letting Paul’s brain make the leap that his libido had made a few seconds ahead of it.

“You mean…” his voice trailed off.

“Yes,” Alina said. “We are lovers. We have been for the past six months.”

“Closer to eight,” I interjected. “Every Wednesday when you guys go to play ball, we play with each other.”

“And on those weekends when we go shopping together, we just don’t shop,” she added.

Paul looked at Greg whose face was split from ear to ear. “How long have you known?”

“Just a few weeks,” he said.

“And you’re okay with it?” Paul asked.

“I wasn’t at first but then I heard the rest of it. You’re gonna like it, I promise!”

“What the fuck?” Paul breathed. He sat dumbfounded for a moment. “What’s the rest of it?”

“Well, Sweetie, Alina and I thought it might be fun to see how the other half lives, as it were,” I said.

“See how the other half…, oh, you mean?”

“Yes, baby, that’s what we mean,” Alina told her husband. She went to him and reached out her hand. She guided him toward me and kissed him gently before taking his hand and placing it into mine. I took it and looked at my husband who nodded a silent approval. I then turned to Paul and leaned in to kiss him.

At first there was no reaction when our lips met and I panicked thinking that Alina and I had overplayed our hands and we might have destroyed the friendship between our husbands. Then it was like a bomb had gone off inside him and I felt his tongue pressing into my mouth, lashing mine. His breath became ragged and our kiss broke.

He looked at his wife, whose lips were firmly and passionately locked onto my husband’s. “How did you know?” he asked, his breath ragged.

“Know what?” Alina asked.

“Know that ever since I met her, I’ve wanted to be with her!” he panted. Our lips met again and I felt his hand move behind me, pulling my hips toward his.

“I didn’t!” Alina giggled. “But when I learned how good she is in bed, I couldn’t not share her with you, so we made a plan!”

“You fantasized about me?” I asked.

“What man wouldn’t?” he replied. “You’re so, gorgeous!”

“Right here, Sweetheart!” Alina protested playfully. He stammered without speaking and she laughed. “It’s okay, she turns me on too!”

“So many questions!” he mumbled.

“There’s time for that!” I said and kissed him again. My palm found his crotch and was pleased to discover he was rock hard. “Nice!” I whispered between kisses.

I heard a rustle and looked over to see my lover on her knees in front of my husband, her hands working his pants down over his hips to let them puddle at his feet. “Very nice!” she whispered and he groaned loudly as she took his cock into the heat of her mouth.

“Fuck that’s hot!” I breathed as I watch my very special friend fellate my husband. The shaft glistened with her saliva as she drew her pink lips slowly up until just the tip of his cock was between them. I kissed Paul and then knelt in front of him. A half minute later, his cock was in my throat as my hand massaged his shaft while my head bobbed back and forth.

“Your husband’s cock is delicious!” I told Alina when I came up for air.

“Yes, it is!” she replied before going back down on Greg.

The surprise must have been too much for Paul. I felt him stiffen as his hands found my hair and held my mouth onto him. He groaned loudly and filled my mouth with his cum. I pulled back and opened wide so the others could see as jet after jet spurted out, painting my tongue, lips and face with the creamy goo. I took him back into my mouth and continued sucking as I waited for my husband to shoot his load onto my lover’s face.

I didn’t have to wait long. Less than a minute after I had resumed sucking Paul’s cock ,I heard that familiar groan as Greg came. Alina copied my move, taking her mouth off of him and opening wide to show us that erotic scene. She took him back in for a finishing suckle then reached her hand to me. We shuffled the three feet between us on our knees and mashed our spunk-covered lips together, tasting our husbands’ seed on each other’s tongues.

We made a great show of cleaning each other up and then smiled as we kissed one last time before standing up and returning to our husbands.

“Did you like the show?” Alina asked Paul as they kissed.

“Awesome!” was all he could mumble.

“How about you, Greg, did you like the show”? she asked.

“I’ve seen it before,” he replied with a grin. “Different leading man but the same show!”

“No fucking way!” gasped Paul. “Tell me more!”

“Let’s get cleaned up first,” said Alina. “Then they can tell us the whole story!” She moved to Greg and took his hand. “Wash my back?” she asked as she moved toward the hallway that led to their bedroom.

While my husband and his best friend’s wife were in the master shower, Paul and I made use of the one in their basement. This was just a stand-up stall with barely enough room for one, much less two. We managed to make it work and the slipperiness of our soaped-up bodies sliding against each other ensured that he was ready for round two in short order. I resisted the temptation to try to fuck him in the shower and hoped that Alina would be able to do the same.

We returned to the living room a short while later. Alina and I were of one mind because no one was dressed, just wrapped in robes for easy access. Alina and I met in the center of the room and kissed gently. “So did you fuck my husband in the shower?” she asked.

I shook my head, “I wanted to, but I wanted you two to be able to watch us the first time!”

“Me too!” she said and we kissed again.

I’d like to watch you two fuck,” groaned Greg.

“Patience, baby, we’ll get there!” I soothed him. “But first, we have a story to tell!”