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Our anniversary was coming soon, and once again we followed the tradition we had started 7 years ago. We each wrote down our favorite fantasy and handed it to each other. It had all started rather innocently when on our first anniversary my wife had written me a note which said she wanted to have me lick her someday on the beach. A few weeks later we went to Malibu and as we were walking along the beach at night I pulled the note out of my pocket and handed it to her.
Hand in hand we walked to a little cove and I knelt on the sand. Not even caring that the knees of my slacks were getting dirty, I lifted up her skirt and pulled her panties to the side. Then hands squeezing her bottom I ate her through 2 orgasms as she looked out over the moonlight on the ocean.
That started the tradition 6 years ago, and it was now more refined. We would each take the note, then when we were ready to fulfill it we would hand it back. It had ranged in things from anal sex (1 of only 2 times we tried it), to being tied up (which I did not care for, but she loved it and I let her do it to me still occasionally because she did).
I read her note, and smiled. “I want you to finger me in a public place”. Hmmm, that could be interesting, and I could think of a few she would probably like. Then she read my note and gasped softly. “What's wrong baby, not something you want?”
“Ohhh, Carl, really? You want another girl?”
I had written down “Make love with another girl”. But now in hearing what she said, I understood what she was thinking. “No, oh no not that Janice. I want to see you with another girl. I may or may not do anything, but I think it would be sexy watching you make love to a woman, and to see her make love to you.”
“Carl, you know I don't do that. I tried it in High School, and did not really like it.”
“Yea, I know. You also told me you were both drunk, and after about 10 minutes she went to the bathroom to puke, then passed out. But I think if you are both sober and we make a romantic setting that will not be the case.”
We talked about it for a bit, and decided we will just see if the right person comes along. A few weeks later we had decided to go and see some RomCom she was crazy about. And thankfully the theater was mostly empty, and had those chairs where you can lift up the arm between the seats.
I had us sit in the back, and a bit after the movie started I decided it was time to fulfill her wish. I had my hand resting on her thigh, and I had moved it occasionally so she would get used to it. But now I was more purposeful and moved it both down between her thighs, and higher. I saw Janice lick her lips, and lean back a bit more. But when I pushed up her skirt as I slid over halfway up her thigh she grabbed my wrist. “Carl, not here!”
I reached into my pocket and took out the piece of paper from the month before. “Janice, this is your wish. Now relax and enjoy it my love.” She looked around nervously, but saw the theater was mostly empty. So she slipped the note into her purse and let me spread her thighs a bit more, then slip my hand up farther.
I felt her through her panties, and she was warm and damp. I caressed her labia through them, hearing her breathe a bit deeper as I did so. And several minutes later I felt the first of her wetness start to soak through the thin cotton. This is what I was waiting for, as I wanted to be sure she was really enjoying it before I went any further. I pulled the crotch of Janice's panties to the side and let my fingers now caress her flesh.
I slipped my fingers between her lovely lips to gather some of her slowly seeping wetness and spread it around and looked at my wife. Her eyes were half-closed, and her mouth half-opened. She looked especially sexy, and I could tell she was ranging between wanting me to finger her hard, and the embarrassment of my doing it in such a public place.
I then looked around, and saw the backs of the heads of everybody else nearby. Well, other than one shape at the end of the isle, who seemed to be half-turned towards us. I decided to not say anything about that though.
For about 5 minutes I continued to caress Janice, not trying to finger her yet at all, but to make her even more excited. Her wetness was now very obvious, and I was spreading it all over between her thighs. All the way up over her clit, then from her pussy to the crease of her thighs. I love doing this, and she does also as it makes for incredible sex when she is ready for me to put it in her.
She gave a soft moan when I finally eased my finger inside. Her walls quivered around my finger, almost squeezing it as I started to move it slowly in and out. I looked around again, and saw that the person at the end of the isle was actually watching us! I looked closer as the scene in the movie went to a more lit one, and saw that it was a gal.
Maybe our age, dark hair, glasses. She was wearing dark shorts and button-up blouse, which was partly open as I could see her skin where it was open. And she was not paying attention to the movie anymore, but watching my wife and I. I started easing my finger in and out, making sure our watcher knew what I was doing by how my hand and arm were moving.
Janice moaned softly as I slipped a second finger into her. I took my time, giving her long slow thrusts, until the tips had slipped out of her opening and then sliding back in all the way. I continued to do this, and saw that our observer now was indeed only watching us.
I guess I was not being careful enough, as a few minutes later our eyes met. I smiled at her, and saw her smile back. I started to move my fingers in my wife a little faster, and the gal actually leaned towards us, as if she was trying to get as close as she could. I continued fucking my wife with my fingers, until our eyes met again.
I nodded my head up, then tossed it over my shoulder. A signal that she should come closer. She shook her head no, but continued watc hing. I whispered to Janice if she wanted a third finger, and she nodded her head yes. I then nodded to the girl again, and after looking around she stood and moved about halfway to where we were sitting.
I could see her a bit better now, and she was indeed about our age, late 20's. Short, maybe 5'4” and with wavy black hair that fell over her shoulders. I could not determine her race in the darkness, but she looked to be mixed. Maybe Black and Hispanic. Her dark clothes hid her figure, but she looked to be in good shape. She continued to watch me fingering my wife, and we smiled at each other. I by now had 3 fingers in her, and was making long slow thrusts in and out of her.
I saw the gal lick her lips, and lean forward again. Then next time our eyes met I again motioned with my head, and after a moment of hesitation once again moved closer. Now she was only 4 seats away. She looked to be about a C cup, and her legs looked tight. I let my thumb move up to Janice's clit and when my fingers were fully inside I started to rub her clit. She moaned, and I am sure out watcher could hear it she was so close. And after only a minute my wife came. Her hips pumped up and down in her seat as her hands grasped the arm of the seat and my thigh.
She gasped a bit louder as her climax finally ended. She looked at me with eyes full of love, and I slipped my fingers out of her. Then I slipped my ring and middle fingers back inside and started to move them again.
“Clint, ohhhh, what are you doing? You already fulfilled my request baby.”
“Oh, did I? It said to simply finger you, it did not say for how long, or when I would finish. We still have over a half-hour left in the movie love, so enjoy it.” She sighed and moved her thighs even farther apart. I looked at our watcher again, and I swear she was panting. We shared another smile, and I again motioned her to move closer. And she did again! This time, sitting quietly right next to my wife.
Janice did not even notice, as I was quickly bringing her to her second orgasm of the evening. Her head was now resting on my shoulder, and she was murmuring how good it felt and that she loved me. I reached down with my other hand and raised her skirt as far as I could, so the girl could watch as my fingers slid in and out of my wife. And I started to move them even faster, and surely all of us could now hear the soft squishing noises my fingers made as they slid in and out of my wife's wet but still needy pussy.
She was watching so closely, and I saw her lick her lips as Janice's hips started to buck up and down, obviously close again. Finally, she buried her face in my neck and moaned, cumming yet again on my fingers.
She was finally able to catch her breath, and was kissing my neck softly when I looked into my silent friend's eyes and whispered to my wife “Baby, what would you think if I told you that somebody had been watching us?”
She shuddered, and said that would have been even more hot. I pushed my fingers even deeper into her, then back out. She moaned, and I asked again if she liked that idea. “Yesssss, somebody watching you make me cum would be so amazing lover.”
“Shhhh, slowly and quietly Janice. Look to the other side.”
She pulled back from my neck, then jumped when she turned her head and saw the girl sitting next to her. She tried to pull back and push my hand out of her, but I would not let her. “Shhh, she has been watching for about 30 minutes. It's OK, she only watched.”
The girl leaned forward, well into Janice's space and softly said “That was amazingly sexy to watch. Please, don't stop. I will leave if I make you uncomfortable, but don't stop because of me.”
Janice calmed a bit, then after looking at me we smiled at each other and she nodded. Then turning back to the other gal she smiled and nodded. Janice again leaned back, and I let my fingers move in and out even faster. Now her entire crotch was wet, and it seemed like this would be a night where she could not get enough.
I reached for her thigh and pulled on it, guiding it on top of mine so she was spread a bit more. Then smiling at the other girl I looked down, then nodded. She reached out, and Janice jumped when she first felt the fingers on her thigh. But she then relaxed when the gal simply urged her to move a thigh over hers, opening my wife up even more.
And her hand remained on Janice's thigh as I pumped my fingers deeper and faster. My wife was getting close again, and I softly whispered our names to the girl next to us. “Monique” was what she said, and I softly said “Hello Monique” as I slid my fingers all the way in and held them there, turning my wrist so they rotated inside my wife.
Janice was breathing harder, and I could tell she was getting close again. “Monique, can you hold my wife's hand? She really enjoys squeezing something when she reaches her climax.” Monique nodded, and grasped Janice's hand in hers, the other one still resting on her thigh.
She was getting closer, and I knew it would not be long. I leaned towards our new friend, and pushed Janice with me. And shortly before she came she followed my unsaid direction and leaned against Monique. And Monique remained there, letting Janice lean against her and bury her face into her neck as she came yet again on my fingers.
Janice was whimpering softly, almost like she was crying as that one ran through her body, her belly flexing and undulating as her pussy clamped my fingers even tighter. Finally, after over a minute she started to get control of herself again, and started to pull back. Monique bent and softly kissed her forehead, then whispered that she had looked amazing having her orgasm, and was thankful that she was able to share in it.
The movie was drawing to a close, and we all softly talked. The movie was forgotten by all of us, and I had slipped my fingers out and was just playing with my wife's pubic hair. Janice told her about our tradition, and that this was my way of making her fantasy a reality. Monique said that was amazingly romantic, and that I must be an amazing lover.
“Oh, he is. We have been married over 7 years now, together for almost 9. This had long been a fantasy of mine, to have him finger me in a public place. The idea somebody might see was exciting, but I did not think anybody would actually see us.”
I noticed as they talked that both Monique and I were massaging her thighs, and Janice did not seem to notice. And they were still holding hands. “Well, I have to admit to one of mine,” Monique said. “It would be to hold the hand of another girl as she had an orgasm. And you helped me live mine, so that makes it even better I think.”
Finally the end credits started to play, and Janice moved her thighs off of ours and released Monique's hands and started to put herself back together. I had an evil grin, and reached out with my hand and offered to shake Monique's. Our hands met, and her eyes opened wide as she realized that it was the same one that had been inside of my wife for most of the movie, and I let the wetness spread on the back of her hand. But she smiled.
We talked for a few minutes, and when I asked Monique if she would join us for a cup of coffee my wife nodded. She smiled at us, and accepted. After we all stopped in the restrooms, Janice told her to meet us at a small coffee shop we frequented a few miles away. Monique said she knew the place, and would meet us there.
We pulled in, and saw her standing outside a blue Toyota. The night was warm, and the three of us walked in together. After ordering our coffees we went and sat outside. Soon I realized I was the spectator as Janice told her about our tradition, and how it had all started. How in a sexy romantic love letter she had given me on our first anniversary she said how she had wanted me to lick her on the beach. And after I did exactly that, each year we both shared something similar.
“That sounds amazing. So you both just fulfill fantasies for each other? What all have you done?”
“Well, the second anniversary was the first time we did it officially. That year, I wrote that I wanted to tie him up and make love to him. Clint here, he wanted to pop my anal cherry. Let's see, then it was me masturbating with a vibrator, and I made him fuck my feet and then tits. Hmm, me sucking him off in the backyard at night while I was nude, then he was to fuck me as many times as he could in 24 hours. He made it through 8 and could not get it up anymore.”
Both girls giggled at that, and Monique actually said that sounded amazing. “I had never had it more than 3 times in a single day.”
“Well trust me, it was not that easy. I think the last 1 or 2 I shot nothing, and we were both sore for days afterwards.”
“I'll say! It burned when I peed for the next 2 days!” Janice said. “And if not for it being a 3 day weekend I would have walked funny when I went back to work!” We all laughed, and then she asked us what else.
“Well, last year he took me in every room of the apartment. Doggie in the living room, bent over the kitchen counter, which was only the second time I let him take me in the ass. Then in the shower after we cleaned up, laying on the dining room table, then again in bed. That year I had him masturbate for me, and part of my request was that he could not cum until I gave him permission. I had him wait for almost 2 hours and he came everywhere when I finally let him cum.”
They both giggled at that, and I grinned. “And this year?”
“Well, as you saw he fulfilled mine. And how! I expected him to just finger me somewhere like the park, and just until I came. I did not expect him to continue until I came 4 times!” She reached into the pocket on her blouse and handed Monique the note she had written the month before.
“Well, it does not specify where, or how long. So I would say he fulfilled it and then some! And have you done his for the year yet?” At that Janice blushed, and shook her head.
“Well, you should do it. I'm going to remember this myself, you two are amazing at keeping things fresh in your marriage. What is his request?”
It took a few minutes, and finally Janice just sighed and opened her purse. She took out my note and handed it to Monique. She read it, then looked up at both of us.
“Holy crap, you want a threesome Clint?”
“No, not necessarily. Read closer, it says nothing about my participation. Janice here had a one-night event with a girl in High School. Not much happened other than a bit of kissing and groping, they were both drunk and after vomiting the other girl passed out. Mostly, I wanted to watch her and another girl, and hopefully let her replace that bad memory with a good one. Notice, it said nothing about my involvement, although I would like to be there. And it does not even have to involve actual sex. So long as it is a gentle and loving experience then I consider it completed.”
I leaned forward and gave Janice a soft tender kiss. “In fact, tonight was enough to consider that request completed. Monique, you were with us, and you held her hand and were tender and gentle as my wife had her orgasms. You caressed her thigh, and held her hand. That is enough that I consider it completed. That was pretty much making love, even though you two did not do anything other than hold hands as she leaned against you.”
Both gals gave me a huge grin. Janice surprised me and leaned and kissed me gently. “No baby, thank you but that does not count. See Monique? This is why I love him, he knows that this did not count, but he is willing to let it go because he loves me. No, there will be another time, as soon as I find the right girl. But as we have never put time limits on these, I just assume I have another 11 months to go.”
We finished our coffee, so I offered to get us some more. I took Monique's order, I knew well what my wife had by now. I came back and put them on the table, and they were talking about their jobs now. Monique was a professional make-up consultant. She got paid to give makeovers to women, helping them find the perfect cosmetics and style to meet the look they wanted to achieve.
“Oh, a lot of professional women come to me for advice. They want to look older, younger, more serious, less serious, it's always different. Sometimes it's to help them attract a guy, sometimes so they look good but without getting so much attention. I love it, as it lets me find a unique look for each.”
“Wow, I wish I could get that. I work at a bank, and all too often I get guys hitting on me when I do not want that at all.”
“Well, I can help you with that easily.” They talked for about 20 minutes, and Monique made several suggestions. Including wearing her hair in a bit more severe manner, moving the rogue on her cheeks down a bit and with a softer color, and wearing longer skirts and long sleeve blouses.
“It's strange, but somehow bare arms and especially shoulders to guys are almost an invitation to flirt. Cover them up, and you will find a lot more passing you by. Also, glasses. If you notice, I'm wearing them. But these are just glass. I do not need them, but I did not want guys pestering me tonight so I wore them. Many guys see glasses and move on.”
The gal in the coffee shop turned off the lights on the patio, so we knew it was time to go. We moved back into the parking lot, then Janice surprised me when she reached out and put her hand on Monique's arm and asked her if she wanted t come to our place for a glass of wine. She smiled and accepted.
“OK, come with me then. Your car will be safe here, and we live just a block away. Clint will take our car home and we will meet him there.” Monique smiled, then took her own keys out of her pocket and handed them to me. “I don't want to walk back here at night, so can you bring my car also please?”
I smiled and watched as the 2 girls started to walk to our apartment. I took our car home first, then we all smiled as I passed them while going back for Monique's car. I parked it in the visitor section, then went upstairs.
The girls were already sitting on the couch, glasses of wine in hand and chatting when I got there. When she asked I told Monique I was a manager at a local hardware store chain. “I have a BA in Business Administration, and I have already applied for a position with corporate.”
She was suitably impressed, and I was sitting with my arm around Janice's shoulders. When Janice excused herself to use the bathroom, Monique and I talked a bit more. She asked me if I had any jazz, and I smiled. I walked over to the stereo and after turning it on I connected it to my phone and selected Sting. “Englishman In New York” came on, and she smiled and said that was perfect. I poured us each some more wine and we chatted.
Janice came back, and I saw she had changed while she was out. The blouse and skirt was gone, now she was in loose sweat shorts and a tank top. Monique said that looked comfy as she removed her shoes, and started massaging her feet. Janice surprised me as she urged her to lie back and let us massage her feet. So with one foot in my hands and one in Janice's, we started to do just that.
“Ohh, that feels wonderful you two. I have had foot massages before, but never booth feet at once.” Janice looked at me and smiled, and I suddenly felt a fluttering in my stomach. Was she planning on fulfilling my request tonight?
I faded to silence as I let my hands and fingers caress Monique's foot, and it was small and dainty while the two girls talked. I saw how much darker her skin tone was as it rested in my hands, my pale white Irish skin pale against her dusky tone. And I was correct in my assessment earlier, Monique told us her mother was black, and her father was Puerto Rican. I finished, and placed her foot into Janice's lap, then stood and said I was going to get some cheese and crackers. I pulled out a block of sharp cheddar, then after cutting up part of it and putting it and the crackers on a plate walked back into the living room.
But the girls were not talking anymore. Janice had now stretched out on top of Monique in the 5 minutes I was gone, and the girls were kissing. I stood there for over a minute watching them, then quietly put the cheese on the coffee table and took a seat on the loveseat. Janice was lying on top of Monique, and their lips never left each other as I saw Janice had her fingers wrapped in Monique's hair, and Monique's hands went back and forth between caressing Janice's back and moving down to squeeze her ass.
This went on for maybe 10 minutes, and my cock was hard as a rock by now watching them. Finally the girls broke apart, each breathing heavily and they giggled. “Wow, I have never really done that before” Janice whispered, using her fingers to brush a strand of Monique's hair out of her face.
“Neither have I, and I never imagined I would enjoy it so much” Monique responded. They kissed a few more times, then Janice looked up and noticed me for the first time. I smiled at her and mouthed “I love you”, and she blew me a kiss. Then standing, she looked down at Monique, and reached out a hand to her. Monique looked over at me, and I nodded with a smile. And hand in hand Janice led our new friend to the bedroom.
I stood and followed, and they were already on the bed and kissing when I got there. I spotted my palm-sized digital camcorder on the dresser, having pulled it out to charge since I was going to a baseball game the next day with a friend. I turned it on without saying a word, and turned it so it could catch my wife and Monique.
They were already starting to remove their clothes, and I did the same. I moved over to the chair in the corner and sat in it, slowly stroking my cock as I watched the two ladies. Janice had small nipples, and the circles surrounding them were barely larger than a dime. And very light, sometimes even hard to make them out against her small breasts. But as she removed Monique's bra, I noticed for the first time how thick it was. And the reason why was soon obvious.
Monique's breasts were quite a bit larger than Janice's, and I now judged them to be a D. Compared to Janice's B cups, they were impressive. And the reason for the thick almost padding of her cups was obvious. Her aureole were fucking huge! They must have been easily 2 inches across, and the nipples themselves were like short thimbles. Fat and a bit long.
With a moan Janice pushed Monique onto her back as soon as the bra was off, and latched her mouth around the closest nipple. Monique moaned, and ran her fingers through my wife's hair as she nursed on her large breasts, then pushed Janice back to remove her tank top. As soon as it was off my wife moved to her other nipple, sucking as her hands squeezed the large breast.
I had to let go of my cock, I was getting so close and did not want to cum yet. I saw my wife lower her hands, opening Monique's shorts then pushing them off. Her panties soon followed, and my wife was caressing her belly as she continued to move from nipple to nipple.
I watched in awe as she then lowered her hand and started to caress Monique's pussy. For the first time, my wife's fingers caressing the pussy of another woman. Her fingers were gentle, but moved in a way she was familiar with. Caressing up and down her slit, then playing with her lips, spreading them, fingers easing between them. Then something I never could understand, as her fingertips with their long pink fingernails slid into her new friend.
I always kept my fingernails short and well-trimmed, as my wife complained I sometimes scratched her inside with them otherwise. But her inch long nail slid into Monique, and she only moaned and whispered my wife's name in obvious pleasure. Then another finger joined, both sliding in and out, with no obvious scratching of inner walls.
Monique pulled Janice up and they kissed deeply, using her hands and then feet to push Janice's sweat shorts down and off, her own fingers sliding between my wife's thighs. Then the two girls, kissing and moaning as they rubbed their bodies together, masturbating each other. And it did not take long, maybe 5 minutes later Monique came in a long moaning orgasm, my wife shortly behind.
Then they were holding each other and kissing, holding hands as they each recovered. For the first time Janice noticed I was there, and blushed deep red as she rested her head on Monique's chest. Monique noticed me, and smiled. “And I had never done that before either, but I have to admit I liked it, a lot. I'm not on the pill so you can't fuck me, but I think we can give you a hand.”
I stood and moved closer, and Monique reached out, wrapping her hand around my cock and started to stroke. Janice watched, licking her lips as her new lover's hand stroked my cock. Then after only 2 minutes I moaned I was almost there.
Janice lunged forward, wrapping her lips around the head as I came, shooting all of my cum that had been building up into her mouth. She moaned as I did, and did that little shudder she always did when I shot into her mouth. Then when I was drained she pulled back and started to kiss Monique, obviously sharing my cum with her.
Soon they were making love again, and I collapsed into the bed behind my wife. I watched them kissing again, and caressed Janice's shoulders and back as I watched. It was so gentle, it was amazing. They continued for another hour, bringing each other off several times with their fingers until we all fell asleep, my wife between the two of us.
When I woke up the next morning both gals were in the kitchen, chatting as Janice made her superb omelets with mushrooms, ham, and cheese. They were each in 2 of her summer robes, which barely covered their lovely bottoms. We ate and talked, and they both admitted that the night before was completely unexpected, and absolutely amazing.
I smiled as after eating I started on the dishes, and Janice asked Monique if she wanted to share a shower. Smiling I watched the girls head into the bathroom. I pulled out 3 steaks for dinner to thaw out, and when they rejoined me they were both wearing robes again.
We just hung out and talked, until I saw it was close to 3. I told Janice I was going to call Ted and beg out of the game, but she urged me to go. “Clint, you have been looking forward to this all month, go ahead. We will just be here, go have your fun. It's OK, honest.”
So I went to the game, but after taking a shower I took a moment to eject the tape from the camcorder. I tucked it into my sock drawer, and put in a new tape. I then kissed my wife then Monique and headed off to the game.
I had a few beers, and had a good time other than my team losing. And when I got home, all the lights were off. I walked into the bedroom, and stopped. My wife was laying on her back with her head on a pillow, and Monique was on top of her. They were in a 69, and Monique was lapping at my wife's pussy like she was thirsty in a desert. I turned the camcorder back on, and took off my clothes and moved onto the bed next to them.
Monique jerked when she felt my hand on the small of her back, then turned and smiled at me then lowered her head back to my wife's pussy. Her skin was soft, and I simply caressed her back. After all, this was a fantasy I wanted for my wife. I was just glad she was really enjoying it and letting me share the experience.
That night was much like the one before. After they both came my wife pushed me onto my back and sat on my cock, taking me deep inside as she rode me fiercely. I could hear her ass hitting my thighs as she impaled herself over and over on me, Monique holding her breasts as she pushed herself against my wife's back. And when I came, Monique pushed her down and lunged into my wife's cunt, licking all of the cum out of her that I had just squirted inside.
Finally on Sunday after breakfast Monique said she had to go, and after making sure we all had each other's phone numbers she gave us each a kiss and headed home. Janice and I talked, and she admitted that she had never expected that weekend. “Clint, before Friday night I never would have suspected I would enjoy it so much, but I did! Monique just seemed so right, and it was amazing. Thank you, if you had not had that request I can guarantee this weekend would never have happened.”
We made love again that night, long and slow and tender. And she was almost crying as she had her arms and legs wrapped around me as we came together.
The next day I got called into my store manager's office. And in there was our District Manager. “Clint, I wanted to be the first to congratulate you on this. Starting next week, you are my new assistant. Go to the HR website, and you will find a new employment contract and package, along with your new salary. On next Monday you are flying with me to Corporate, where after a week of orientation we will take our first tour of the district. The pay is much better, but you are going to work for it. Expect 2 weeks a month on the road, at least.”
I shook his hand, then the three of us talked about who should replace me. Both looked surprised when I suggested Nancy. “Guys, she is a great employee, and trust me when I say she wants this. Yes she is more soft-spoken than I am, but I bet the crew will listen to her even more because of that.”
They both nodded, and told me to go send Nancy up then go home. “You have today and tomorrow off, go ahead and celebrate with your wife. We can talk on Wednesday.”
I got 2 big steaks on the way home, and all the fixings. Texas toast, mashed potatoes, asparagus (which I tolerate but my wife loves), and by the time she got home from work it was almost ready. I got a huge hug and kiss when I told her the news, but she was not happy when I told her my new schedule.
“But love, consider this. When I'm gone, start looking for a house. We can afford it now, no more apartment living for us! The only question now is do we get 3 or 4 bedrooms?”
“Clint, why so many?” Janice asked.
“Well, one for us of course. I will be working out of home most times, so I will need an office so that is bedroom 2. And I think it's about time we also think about ditching your pills. The only question there, is do we plan on a 3 bedroom and 1 kid, or a 4 bedroom and 2 kids?”
Thankfully we were almost done with dinner, because we did not even make it to the bedroom. We made love right there on the floor, finishing with Janice on her hands and knees as I pumped my love into her pussy. The love that in a year or so I hoped would be giving us a baby.
On Tuesday shortly after Janice got home Monique called. She congratulated me on the news of my promotion, and she and Janice talked for about 2 hours. Sunday afternoon she came over, and the girls spent an hour in the bathroom as Monique helped her with suggestions on her makeup. Then as I grilled some more steaks they disappeared into the bedroom.
After I finished setting the table I called and they came out. And wow, the difference was amazing! Janice now had this “Sexy Librarian” vibe going on. Her hair was in a tight bun instead of loose, and the white ruffled wrist length blouse combined with the gray knee-length pencil skirt looked amazing! She was also wearing the glasses Monique had worn the week before, and I fell in love with her all over again.
I told her so, and went to give her a kiss. And I was not even surprised when I also tasted a bit of Monique's pussy. We ate dinner, then after cuddling on the couch a bit we retired to the bedroom where I again caressed Monique's back as she made love to my wife. I also used the remote to turn on the camera, which was still unnoticed and now filling my 5th tape.
The next morning I kissed my wife goodbye, and threw my luggage into my car and drove to the airport. Tuscon was as hot as I remembered in August, and hated it. But I quickly learned the new paperwork and reports, and was given my itinerary on my future inspections for the next 3 months. Basically fly to a town on Monday and rent a car with my new boss. Then we would drive for 4 or 5 days, inspecting 2-5 stores a day before flying home.
And he told me of one of the perks I did not realize. Per-Diem pay! “Clint, you are allowed $50 a day for meals. So feel free to eat at nice places, just send the receipts and you will be paid back for it. And if you only spend $20 of that a day it will not matter, you still get the full $50. Plus another $50 a day for things like laundry. That does not need a receipt, save it or spend it, that is all up to you.”
I got home at just after 8 that night, and after hugs and kisses and a late dinner as I told Janice all about the week we were soon in bed making love again. We made love at least 6 times that weekend, and I was feeling drained but satisfied come Monday when she went to work and I sat at the dining table and organized my new briefcase with all the forms I would need. I also set up the new company laptop on our home network and got to work on some projections my new boss wanted.
The rest of the week was mostly me getting used to my new routine. And I still marveled at my wife's new look. She was indeed dressing and doing her hair and makeup as Monique suggested, and by Thursday I asked her how it was working.
“Actually really good. My boss thinks it is great, and makes me look more professional. And I have not had a guy hit on me all week.”
She squawked as I pulled her into my lap, and sighed as I pulled her lips to mine and kissed her. “Oh, we can't have that lover, because I am one guy that will always hit on the most beautiful woman in the world.”
We made love that night, with Janice riding me hard and fast until I came inside her.
The next week was hell, each night in a different hotel in a different city. Come Friday we had inspected 18 stores and I was exhausted. I got home and was surprised when I saw Janice and Monique cuddled on the couch watching TV. They each gave me a kiss, and soon I was sitting with them, telling them about my week. Janice also gave me a list of houses she had checked out, one a nice 3 bedroom on an acre of land in a new subdivision that had just opened.
The rest of the weekend was spent, the three of us. Janice making love to me, then making love to Monique. I had now moved to the point where I could caress her amazing breasts, but in very polite terms she let me know that that was as far as I could go. But I was fine with that, she was more Janice's lover than mine. I had all I could handle with my amazing wife.
That week I went and checked out the houses, and on Thursday we tended an offer on one we both liked. It was the first one she suggested, and we started to make plans on what would be involved in making the move.
A few weeks later I had another trip, 5 days in East Texas. But on Thursday we had to pack up and leave early. A tropical storm was moving in, and my boss said we were flying out ahead of it rather than getting caught in it. I called Janice, but the call went to her voice mail. I left a message, and after a rough flight we landed at 10 at night.
I made another call as I waited for my luggage, still voice mail. So I got in my car and drove home.
I got home, and as I walked in I saw boxes sitting by the front door. I smiled, realizing Janice had already started packing while I was gone. We had closed on the house the Friday before, and it was all ours now. I put my suitcase next to them, and went into the bedroom. But I was surprised when I got thee, and there as no Janice inside.
I called her again, still no answer. But the place was neat and orderly, so I just smiled and figured she was out with friends. I put my dirty laundry in the hamper, and got ready for bed.
I got up the next morning, and for the first time noticed that her closet was empty. I smiled, and put the boxes in the front into my car and drove to the real estate office. There I got a key, and drove to our new house. I opened the door, and moved them into the front room. I looked around, and noticed that Janice must have been doing some shopping. There was a new couch and loveseat in the living room, and a TV and Blu-Ray. And new IKEA desks and chairs were in the office, one with her computer set up on it.
I went home, and after putting in a lasagna I watched TV until it was time for Janice to come home. I called her a few more times, still no answer. Now I was getting worried. I got into my car, and drove to the new house.
And there were 2 cars in the driveway now. Janice's Dodge, and a Toyota that I instantly recognized. I went to the door, and used my key to open it. I went inside, and heard jazz on the stereo, Kenny G. I looked around, and saw nobody. I went back towards the bedroom, and stopped cold.
A naked Monique was lying on her back, and Janice was eating her pussy. Monique was almost mauling her breasts, and moaning how much she loved Janice and how she ate her pussy. I stood there and watched, until Monique opened her eyes and raised her head to look down at my wife between her thighs. She then saw me and screamed!
Janice looked up at me, and then she started to scream also! “Get out! Get out of here!” she yelled, grabbing the blanket and covering herself with it as Monique dived under the sheets. “Get out of here you bastard, get out!” Janice yelled again, so I went to the living room. Only then as I sat on the sofa did I notice it was not new. And a dark brown, not a color Janice would have picked out, she always loved light colors.
A few minutes later, an angry Janice stormed out in a robe, and demanded to know how I got in there. I looked at her, noticing that unlike most of them this was a thick terrycloth, and went down to her knees. I explained that I had stopped at the real estate office and gotten a key, and I saw Monique come out in sweats as Janice stomped her foot.
“OK, fine. Give it to me, give it to me now Clint.” I stood up and pulled it out of my pocket, feeling numb and more than a little confused. She snatched it out of my hand, and then pointed to the door. “Now, get out. You are not welcome here, this is our house, not yours. Get out, and don't come back!”
Monique looked at me as if I was something she had stepped in. I thought of protesting, but decided I should just let things cool off. But Monique smiled, then, and it was not a nice smile. “Just be careful Clint when you ask your wife to make love to somebody else, she might actually fall in love with them.”
The next afternoon I was finishing my reports of the trip when there was a knock on the door. It was a process server, who just handed me an envelope and departed. I sat at the table and opened it. Divorce papers.
Thank goodness for a no-fault state. Irreconcilable differences. No alimony either way, all assets to be split evenly. House had little equity other than the down payment, her offer was to pay my half of that to me in monthly payments for 2 years. No more personal contact unless she initiated it, all calls would go to her lawyer.
I sighed and cried.
Well, a few months later I was now a free man. Since there were no kids it was fairly simple and quick. I agreed to her terms on the house equity, with a provision that she had 3 years to get new financing so I could be taken off the mortgage, and half of the equity until she did. She wanted to argue, but her lawyer told her that was a fair settlement, without my credit and half the down payment she never would have gotten the house. And the entire time there, Monique was giving me an almost evil grin.
But that night I had the last laugh on them. As I put in one of my collection of 6 favorite tapes I had. I sat on the couch and masturbated, watching my now ex-wife and her soon to be new wife eating each other out on what was once our bed. “Yes, eat her fucking cunt!” I moaned, watching Monique's tongue darting in and out of my ex as I felt my cum squirting out onto the pair of panties I had found under the bed a few weeks before. They were now stiff and crusty, but I still remember how they had looked once as Janice slipped them off before climbing into bed.