Hi, I’m Emily and I’ve been married to Reggie for eleven years.  No kids yet since we’d concentrated on our careers first.  Kids could come later, we thought.  He’d been a fabulous husband and a fantastic lover.  I’ve never left our marriage bed unsatisfied.  I met him in college.  He took my virginity and he’s the only man I’ve ever slept with.  Why is that important?  I’ve been satisfied sexually, though innocent to the variety of men’s physical attributes.  Reggie’s the only man who’s made love to me so how can I compare his attributes to other men?  That ignorance is what changed my life forever.

My friend Jasmine has a big house out in the country with a beautiful pool and a Jacuzzi.  It’s pretty isolated and private so she’s always throwing pool parties during the summer where (so I’ve been told) the women go topless and things can get pretty wild.  I’ve heard nudity and swinging rumors but without confirmation.  Since I had no sexual experience beyond my husband, I still had fantasies of sleeping with other men regardless of my marital happiness.  Hot men I worked with and those I met along the way fueled the fantasies and drove my libido crazy.  The fantasies however were just that, and I would never act on them by cheating.  I believed in honesty within a marriage and therefore told Reggie about my fantasies early on, and that was the first time I asked him about swinging.  His reluctance wasn’t about jealousy so I came away from that and subsequent discussions confused.  I’d told him that I wouldn’t be jealous and that it would be exciting for me to see him make love to another woman, as long as in the end he went home and to bed with me.  I hadn’t been sure he thought I was sincere, and we never followed through.

Considering my exhibitionist nature, my best assets—my firm, pointed breasts and the big nipples Reggie loved so much—and my fantasies the thought of parading around topless in front of both friends and strangers turned me on.  The possibility of full nudism didn’t scare me either. Although invited often to Jasmine’s parties we’d never been to one—well, not until I talked my reluctant husband into going this Saturday.

Reggie wasn’t so eager.  He too had heard the rumors about Jasmine’s parties; tales of them turning into naked swinger orgies that were a little hard to believe even if the hostess, with her many tattoos and ever-changing hair color was pretty wild herself.  I wondered why he was hesitant since he has a fantastic body from working out all the time.  I was proud of his physique and happy to be his wife so I longed to see him naked in public knowing that he’d be one of the best male bodies there.  Because we’d discussed swinging in the past and lately were in a sexual lull I knew he was probably worried about the timing of the current invitation to Jasmine’s place with possible swingers.  Regardless, we were going.

By the time we arrived at Jasmine’s house I was excitedly nervous about the unknown.  We wore bathing suits under our outer clothes: Reggie wearing a t-shirt and sweat pants over his swim shorts, I a wrap-around sarong over my bikini.  Invited into the back yard pool area we could see many of the women were already topless.  Jasmine told us that nudity was up to me, and no one would be offended if I kept my bathing suit on.

“On the other hand, it’s only fair if you see theirs they’ll want to see yours,” Jasmine said with a little wink.

I said, “We’ll see.”

She replied with a grin, “Yes, you’ll probably see a lot.  I’m sure before too long a bunch of people will take everything off and things might get frisky, if you know what I mean.”

“Frisky?”

“We’re all adults here, and sometimes we like to let off a little steam…”

“You’re not talking sex, are you?” I said, wondering anew if the swinging rumors were true.

As if she read my mind she said, “It’s not like we endorse wild orgies or anything like that.  I’m just saying that when you get a bunch of people together like this there’s bound to be a few who cast aside inhibitions along with their bathing suits.”

With that she pulled her t-shirt over her head and exposed her C-cup beauties to us. Her breasts were pointed and upturned and had very prominent nipples, the tattoo of a fire breathing dragon encircling them provocatively.  Reggie noticed all too well.  I turned to him and said, “Let’s go get a drink, and then I guess I’m gonna get out of my suit.  Why don’t you get it over with and get out of yours too, okay?”

He muttered what sounded like an “Okay” as we walked over to the bar Jasmine and her husband Rich had set up at one corner of the patio.  While Reggie fixed our drinks, I gazed again at the assembled crowd.  I didn’t know everyone but those I knew were unexpected somehow in their nakedness or semi-nakedness.  People often don’t look like what you imagine they do under their clothes, I thought.  Some of the women surprisingly had saggy tits for their ages, and I was amazed at the size of men’s cocks I could see.  They were small!  God, I thought, how could those even satisfy a woman?  My Reggie sure was bigger than these guys.  I couldn’t wait to show him—and “it”—off.  I slipped off the sarong and unfastened my top and draped them over a nearby lounge chair.

Taking a sip of my drink, I turned to Reggie and said, “C’mon, it’s time for those to come off.  Let’s get naked and join Marcy and Pete in the Jacuzzi.”  We walked over and said hi to them and asked if we could join in.  Neither Marcy nor Pete had a stitch of clothes on, so I slipped off my bottoms and stepped down into the roiling water.  I turned my head back to see Reggie slipping out of his sweats before letting his swim shorts fall to the patio stones.

As he stepped into the water, I was shocked to see Marcy elbow her husband Pete in the ribs while she stared slack-jawed at my Reggie.  She could not take her eyes off his body.  Pete could not take his eyes off mine.  For the moment I was very proud.  While we attempted some small talk, I overheard Lisa, who was standing somewhere behind us, and another woman unfamiliar to me talking about Reggie.  I heard Lisa say, “Oh God, he’s HUNG!” and the other woman use the word “horse” and something about “filling.”  Was my husband that endowed?  I felt ridiculously naïve for not realizing it.

Like some unseen force of nature Pete began inching closer to me while Marcy edged closer to my husband.  Pete, a lawyer, was thin and in good shape though a bit older than Reggie and me, with some white showing at the temples.  His wife Marcy was more our age, a petite though muscular brunette who used to be a gymnast in college.  I was about to say something when I saw Marcy appearing to fondle my husband below the bubbling surface of the Jacuzzi, but just then I felt Pete’s hand rest on my thigh and begin traveling up toward my crotch.  Why didn’t Reggie stop her?  When Pete’s hand reached my mons and began inching into my pubic thatch, I pushed him away.  Within seconds though he reached up and cupped one of my breasts.

“C’mon Pete, what the fuck?” I scolded, looking at him and pushing his hand away again.  “We didn’t come here to swing.”

In a whisper, Pete said, “Then why is my wife jacking off your husband?  He looks like he’s about to cum”

I turned to look at Reggie and Marcy and was shocked at the look of lust in my husband’s eyes.  Marcy was rubbing her breasts against him as she was jerking him off.  I couldn’t let this happen.

“Reggie!”  I said loudly.  He snapped out of his reverie and sidled out of Marcy’s grasp for a moment, before she moved back against him and whispered something in his ear.

“Yes, hon?” Reggie sheepishly says to me.  “Your drink okay?  I’m gonna go get a refill for mine.  Want one?”

I answered “no” and he stood up to exit the spa.  His cock was still half-erect, a fact not lost on a starry-eyed and breathless Marcy.  I scanned the crowd on the patio and could see his member was the focus of several women.  What did I get him—and myself—into by coming here?

Reggie appeared to be extremely self-conscious walking across the patio toward the bar.  He knew they were all looking at him; at least the predicament was making his cock go flaccid.  When I returned my attention back to the Jacuzzi, I was surprised to see Marcy stepping out, and Pete’s hand beginning to climb up my thigh once more.  Again I pushed him away, and in a huff he too exited the spa.  He had an erection too.

“Mind if we join you?”  Jasmine asked, leaning over the rim of the spa, taking my mind away from my husband for the moment.

I said it was of course alright, since it was her house and her party, so Jasmine, Lisa and a woman named Jackie stepped into the water and joined me.  All were topless but still had bikini bottoms on.  I had met Jackie on a few occasions but didn’t really know her all too well.  She was in her early 40’s but still looked great, with short blonde hair and the most fantastic breasts this side of an old-fashioned Playboy centerfold.  I spent some time between lulls in the conversation trying to assess if she had implants.

Busted!  “They’re real, Emily,” she said with a broad smile.  “I’m flattered you’re looking at an old lady like me.”

“I...ah...was I really staring?  I’m sorry.”

Lisa chuckled and said, “Yeah, you were staring...just like we were staring at your Reggie!”

Jasmine chimed in, “And you were staring at me too, probably wondering where the tail of my snake tattoo ends up, huh?” as she flicked the waistband of her tiny bikini bottoms.  Yes, I’d been wondering that too, and somehow the image turned me on.  Strange.  She continued, “You’re a lucky lady to have THAT in your bed.  God... he’s huge!”

“Don’t listen to them, sweetheart.  NONE of us are lucky to have husbands who can’t keep it at home, are we?” Jackie said while looking at the three of us in turn, her smile even bigger than before.

At home?  “Ah... I’m gonna go see what Reggie’s up to.  I don’t see him anywhere by the pool.”  I stood up to exit the spa, noticing the sly look Jasmine gave to Lisa—and the way Jackie was looking at my ass.

I asked a few of the guests where Reggie was but nobody seemed to know.  Rich, Jasmine’s husband, said he thought he saw him go into the house but he wasn’t sure.  I went into the house and called his name.  No one answered so I took the liberty to head upstairs, calling his name again.  As I walked by a slightly ajar door, I heard the unmistakable sounds of people having sex.  Somehow I knew who was in there.  Inching the door open I peeked inside to see Marcy bouncing up and down, impaled on my husband’s stiff, glistening shaft.  In shock, I couldn’t say anything, beginning to cry instead.  I watched and listened to each of them cum as my anger built and I steeled myself for the confrontation.

Silly and melodramatic, nonetheless the first words from my mouth were “How could you?”

Marcy, startled at first, began to laugh as Reggie stupidly tried to cover up, as if that would make a difference; and let’s face it, we were all naked.

“Gee, Emily,” Marcy said.  “With a stud for a husband, you should have shared with us girls long ago.”

“Fuck you, bitch!” I screamed.  She laughed again but was obviously nervous in passing me as she left the bedroom.

“I’m sorry, honey.  You always said you wanted us to swing.”

“Fuck you, too.”  I couldn’t look at him I was so hurt and angry.  I turned and stomped downstairs. 

When I reached the backyard, I sensed that all eyes were on me.  I went over to the empty Jacuzzi and retrieved my bikini bottoms and slid them back on.  Jackie walked over and gave me a little hug but didn’t say anything.  As I turned to retrieve my top and sarong, Pete grabbed my ass and squeezed.

“It’s only right that I get something just like my wife did.”

“Go fuck yourself, Pete.” I exclaimed, my anger reaching new heights.  Looking down at his small dick, I added, “Of course you can’t with that pathetic excuse for a cock.  I’m sure Marcy’s happy now that she’s been fucked by a REAL one.”

His face flared red with anger, but at least he didn’t do or say anything else as he stormed away.  For a moment I couldn’t move.  How stupid had I been to think this was a good idea?  I glanced around the pool area as if seeing it for the first time.  Lisa’s husband, Jon, was in the shallow end of the pool and clearly fucking a gasping woman from behind.  I didn’t know her but I sure recognized she was cumming.  At another corner of the pool I saw Jasmine’s teenaged daughter Erica rubbing her breasts against another man I didn’t know.  I thought she was eighteen but she looked as if she were thirteen next to the big burly man she was seducing.  Jasmine was okay with this?  Closer to me I saw a neighbor named Paul on a large lounge chair trying to be coy as he lay behind a woman named Francine, yet there was no doubt her bottoms had been hooked aside and he had entered her from behind.  I was both disgusted and turned on by the spectacle.  I would never have thought of having sex out in the open in full view of others; however my pussy was wet from the thought.  Where was Reggie?

After I grabbed my bra and sarong I walked back into the house looking for my husband so we could get out of there.  I thought my shock level had been reached but I was wrong, for right there in front of me on a sofa was our host Jasmine riding a long, wet cock I recognized all too well.  I stood there frozen.

“Ooooooh, God... Reggie baby... I’m gonna cummmmmm!  Oh, oh, OH YES...Aaaaaaaaah!” She screamed as her whole body shook in orgasm.

My Reggie said something I didn’t hear, and Jasmine answered, “I wanna see that big boy of yours shoot, baby.  Cum all over me,” as she jumped off and began pumping his cock in earnest.  He moaned as cum flew everywhere.  Her face splattered with semen, Jasmine turned her dazed look toward me and with a start said, “Oh shit, Emily... I, ah, I...”

“Yeah, I know, you couldn’t help yourself, right?”  I angrily shouted.  “I mean, my husband came to this fucking party and like he’s a piece of meat ready to be sampled.”

Reggie spoke up.  “Emily, honey, don’t do this…”

“Don’t try to rationalize or explain.  You’ve been explaining enough with your dick, asshole.  I’m going to find someone to take me home.” I moved to walk away but in an afterthought, barked “...and you can just stay here and fuck EVERYBODY if you want, you just won’t be fucking this anymore,” pointing to my crotch.

At least now I knew where the tattooed snake’s tail ended, right where my husband’s ‘snake’ had just been.

I felt like all eyes were on me again as I returned to poolside, looking for a friendly face I could ask for a ride home.  Seeing Jackie near the pool talking with a woman named Bev, I approached and asked her for a ride.  I didn’t have to say any more; Jackie knew what was going on.

“Oh, Emily, I’ll give you a ride sweetheart but first why don’t you jump into the pool to cool off a bit okay?”  I must have looked at her funny, for she added, “Yes all men are assholes and your Reggie is one too, fucking around like he’s a kid at Disneyland—yes, I know what’s been going on, I’ve got eyes and ears—you’re here so let’s cool off in the pool and then I’ll drive you home.”  She led me to the pool ladder like I was a little kid in tow before she jumped in.  As if in a trance, I stepped into the water from the ladder.  She held my hand and led me to one edge near the shallow end, where we stood and talked, our unencumbered breasts bobbing at the water level.  I felt like crying, but I oddly started to feel better too.

“Jackie, what am I gonna do now?”

“Baby, you’re gonna do what I do.  You can’t stop nature and you can’t do anything about what your man does with his pecker.”

“But you and Jimmy...?

“You haven’t seen much of my Jimmy by the pool have you, babe?  He’s upstairs in one of spare bedrooms probably with his cock buried in Rich’s ass about now.”

“Rich?  Jasmine’s Rich?”

“Yeah, they’ve been carrying on for a couple of years now.  So you’re wondering why I stay married to a queer, aren’t you?”

I didn’t know what to say.  One of her magnificent breasts was rubbing against mine, borne by the lapping pool water.  I became more acutely aware of her.  I looked into her eyes and thought how beautiful she was and how could any man leave her for someone else.  We let her last question hang unanswered.  I knew I had some decisions to make but I wasn’t really interested in her decision process right now.

Instead, she surprised me by saying, “Do you know how beautiful you are?”

I was tongue-tied.  I was also unable to move when she placed a hand over my suit-enclosed mons and began lightly rubbing me there.  That wasn’t exactly right; I was able to move as my hips began swaying involuntarily to her touch.  A soft moan escaped my trembling lips.

Jackie leaned closer and whispered in my ear, “Maybe I’m queer too,” she replied to her own earlier question.  Can I kiss you?”  I was a zombie under her control.  My mouth opened to take her tongue as her hand slipped into my suit bottoms, fingers teasing my wet slit.  We kissed for an indeterminate time before she pulled her lips from mine and whispered again in my ear.  “Please don’t be afraid, Emily, but I want you so bad.”  Between halting breaths, she added, “Please touch me... and kiss me...”

My husband so suddenly lost to me, I wasn’t aware of my need until I surrendered to hers.  Our lips met again as my hand slipped beneath the waistband of her bikini bottoms.  She was completely bald down there!  When my fingertips slid between her labia, I was astounded at her lubrication, superbly immune to the pool water.  It was her turn to moan, vibrating our melded lips.  Her hand moved up my stomach to cup one of my breasts.  Our kiss seemingly went on forever.

When her lips moved away from mine, I self-consciously looked around, but nobody seemed to be paying much attention to us.  Most of those still outside by the pool were drunk or quickly getting there and were in the process of coupling up.  I glanced over to the Jacuzzi in time to see Jasmine’s daughter Erica splayed over the lip with her ass in the air, currently being reamed by the big man she had been nuzzling earlier.  The girl made no attempt to hide her enjoyment, screaming when her orgasm hit in time with the man’s apparent ejaculatory spasms.  No sign of her mother; I wondered who she was fucking around with now.  I also morosely wondered where Reggie was and who he was fucking at that moment.  I had to break out of my glum and angry mood.  I was horny, confused, and apprehensive, but damned if I didn’t love being kissed and fondled by Jackie.  I was determined not to let my world crash and burn today.

“Can you take me home now?” I whispered to Jackie.

Though breathing hard, she managed to answer me with “Yes...yes, dear...”

We climbed from the pool.  I retrieved my top and slipped it back on before wrapping myself in the sarong.  Jackie also donned her bikini top before slipping on a pair of loose-fitting satin jogging pants.  Her bra was basically two triangles and string, straining to contain her large, marvelously firm breasts.  I still can’t believe she’s forty-something.  I know I would have been self-conscious about walking and driving around leaving so little to the imagination, but I guess she was content with doing so.

She pulled her car keys from a pants pocket, then said, “You ready?  Let’s go...” She looked at me and hesitated before saying, “You don’t wanna find Reggie to tell him do you, Emily?”

I answered “No,” and we headed through the house to leave.  No more shocks, I guess; I felt numb when I spotted Lisa and an unknown woman on the sofa sucking off my Reggie.  The other woman had him half in her mouth—which was apparently all she could handle—while Lisa licked his shaft and balls with her tongue.  Now I’ve lost a friend as well as my husband.

Jackie muttered “Forget the bastard” as we walked by.

We didn’t talk much while she drove me to my house.  I was thinking about where my life would go from here.  What was she thinking about?  By the time we arrived at my driveway, I’d made my decision.

“You are coming in aren’t you?”

She blushed a deep red and said, “If you want me to.”

I reached over and took her hand in mine.  “Yes, I want you...”

While unlocking the door and going into the house we didn’t say a thing.  As soon as the door closed, our lips met and we kissed for a long time, our tongues darting and probing.  I was so hot I thought I would burst into flames.  We unhooked each other’s top as we kissed; now mashing our breasts together in shameless lust.  I could feel her engorged nipples rub against me.  Could she feel mine?

I led her to my bedroom.  My marriage bed no longer a sexual refuge from the troubles of the world, I was ready to christen it anew, this time with the juices of another woman.  We slipped out of the rest of our suits as we slipped between the sheets.  We kissed again.

“Emily, you’re so beautiful,” she said to me.  “I can’t believe I’m lying next to you... and that we’re going to make love...”  I couldn’t breathe.  ‘Make love’—I was about to have sex with a woman!  My pussy turned tingly hot and it felt like a spigot had been turned on.  She caressed and kissed first one breast then the other, before sucking and licking my aching nipples.

I moaned “Oh, God, yes,” as a shudder moved down my spine.  She started sliding the tip of her tongue down my tummy toward my pubis when a tremendous contraction overwhelmed me, radiating from my pussy to my whole body.  “Uuuuuuuuggggghhhhhhh,” I screeched between gritted teeth.  Jackie was surprised by my quick yet powerful orgasm, but rebounded nicely by burying her tongue deep into me.  Through the rushing wind sound of my heated blood roaring through my ears, I heard her sort of slurp my pussy juice just as her tongue flicked against my painfully-erect clitoris.  “Gggggggoooooooddddddd-AAAAAAAh” I screamed again as this orgasm was double the intensity of the first one.  My whole body tensed then relaxed and I felt as if a dam had burst deep inside of me.

Jackie moaned “Oh, Emily... you’re so beautiful... you taste sooooo good... love me... love me.”

I pushed her onto her back and nestled my head between her glorious breasts.  While I nuzzled my head against them, I finger fucked her pussy, going faster and faster until she screamed, nearly deafening me in the process.  When she came I felt her pussy juice squirt against my hand!  I never believed I would ever go down on a woman, but now was the time, so I straddled her, facing her pussy, and without hesitation pushed my tongue between the folds of her now very wet and glistening haven.  At the same time her tongue found my love hole again.  We licked and sucked until we both were quaking from another amazing climax.

“You know what we should do, Emily?” She asked me while we lay entangled in the sheets.

“You mean besides do that again?”

She laughed.  “Yeah, besides that.  We should go back to the pool party and make out in the hot tub and to hell with what people think.  Won’t Reggie get a fucking kick out of that?”

“Oh, I don’t know.  That whole scene disgusted me.”

“But Emily my lovely, if you hadn’t been there today we wouldn’t have made beautiful love like we did.”  Before I could answer, she said, “God, you’re so warm, so beautiful, so...”

“So pissed off at my husband... well, maybe we SHOULD go back and show them all.  Yeah, fuck them!”

She said, “No dear, you won’t,” and we both laughed.

Those still at the party were surprised to see me come back.  People still there clucked and gossiped around the pool.  We saw Reggie in the pool playing with young Erica.  He looked like he had a hard-on, so I guess he wasn’t done yet.  To hell with him, I thought, as both Jackie and I stripped off our suits and climbed into the unoccupied Jacuzzi.  We snuggled close and then we kissed.  Party-goers were watching us in various degrees of curiosity and shock, but we didn’t care a lick.  In fact, a lick was what I was thinking about as a finger substituted for her tongue and found my clit.  I reciprocated.  While we kissed, we passionately finger-fucked each other; not sure whether the Jacuzzi’s jets or our gyrations roiled the water more.

Our lips parted as both of us moaned our orgasmic song.

“Ah...er...wow...can I join you guys?”  It was a naked Lisa, clearly amazed at what she just saw.

“Of course you can, sweetheart,” Jackie said, then asked, “Where’s Jon?”

“Oh, he’s probably upstairs doing Jasmine... he’s always loved her tits and the snake thing.” Lisa said, settling into the bubbling whirlpool.

I couldn’t help it.  “God, Lisa...you know about it and it’s okay?”

“Well, it’s not like I haven’t had my share today, you know.”

“Reggie.”  One word... his name... a statement, not a question.

Lisa looked away in embarrassment, but I was well beyond the burden of caring.  Finally she looked up at me and said, “Yeah, I mean, he’s so hung...I...I...I had to.  Please don’t hate me.”

“No Lisa.  Hate’s gone by the boards already.”

“Are you two...?”

“Are we what?” Jackie said, smiling as she pulled me to her and we kissed again.

The world no longer existed outside the Jacuzzi.  Our fingers probed and tweaked below the foaming water until both of us were approaching another climax.  Just as we were cumming, Lisa let out a scream.  We looked at her to see that she too was having an orgasm!

The three of us settled down from our high before a sheepish Lisa explained.  “Wow, I was watching you guys...and I got hot, and I ended up sitting on a jet...and it got my clit...and...Oh God...what an orgasm THAT was!”

We giggled like schoolgirls.

Jackie playfully said, “C’mon over here, girl,” and Lisa slid over to sit next to me, opposite Jackie.

Lisa whispered to me, “I’m sorry Emily, I really am.”

“It’s over and done.  I’m not mad at you,” I whispered back.

She then said the most amazing thing.  “You know Emily, I guess I never realized what a fantastic body you have.”  Then she did the most amazing thing: her hand came up and caressed one of my breasts.

I put my arms around the shoulders of my old best friend on one side of me and my new best friend on the other.  They both stroked and caressed and pinched and teased me until I was crazy with lust.  When I couldn’t take it anymore, I looked at Jackie and our eyes locked together.  Her expression was clear; she wanted me if I was willing to give myself to her.

I leaned toward her ear, and whispered above the noise of the bubbling whirlpool, “I’m yours forever... is this okay?... with Lisa?”

She nodded slightly and silently mouthed “I think I love you.”  Did she mean that?  Could this be happening?  How long has it been since Reggie said the three magic words?  A chill wave swept through my body in spite of the hot spa water, and I felt my pussy come alive—a small orgasm?

Jackie and I overwhelmed a stunned Lisa as we touched her and fingered her almost, but not quite, to the point of cumming.  She was panting by the time we climbed from the whirlpool and, taking her by the hand, walked into the house.  We were unmindful of our dripping wet bodies and the stares of those still around the pool and patio.  Without saying a word, we walked past a stunned Jasmine and into her house.  We entered the first unoccupied room we found which turned out to be a den or rec-room of some sort, and collapsed onto the plush carpeting.  Our bodies were soon entwined.  I knew I had my tongue at someone’s clit, but it took a few more moments to register that this one was a new one, so it must be Lisa’s.  Lisa was moaning and bucking her hips in time with my licking until she quaked and her pussy simply exploded in wetness.  I heard someone scream and thought it was a climaxing Lisa, but realized it was Jackie’s newly familiar orgasmic wail.  Soon my own voice joined the vocal chorus.

At some point our tangled bodies were joined by another.  Frankly I didn’t know who it was until my tongue rattled the snake’s tail, otherwise known as Jasmine’s hungry clit.  The snake hissed and spit at me as she climaxed.  I kind of enjoyed the metaphor.

“Oh God, that was sensational!” Lisa cried when we finally fell away from each other in sweaty satiation, but Jackie and I weren’t listening.  Our lips were locked together and the kiss went on forever.  My fingers snaked down between her thighs to find a soaked and sated pussy.  Right there I knew we would be together from now on.

I never did sleep with the only man I ever slept with after that day.  Jackie and I put our suits back on and went back to my house, where I packed my clothes into her car and left for good. 

She kicked her husband out of the house and I moved in, and we’ve been together ever since.  My divorce is creeping through the court system, and I don’t talk to Reggie any more than I have to.  It turned out someone at Jasmine’s party had a camcorder going and took some video of Reggie and Erica fucking by the pool.  Though she was legal, it still would be my prime evidence in divorce court so I could finally be unhooked from the bastard

When Jackie and I talk about my marriage to Reggie, we share a little joke about how he “shafted me” but “won’t shaft” me anymore.  Jackie always ends that line with “No one will ‘shaft’ you anymore, sweetheart... you’re all mine now.”  Usually I surrender myself to her touch after that.  With Reggie’s cock I didn’t really know what I had until it was gone.  I won’t let it happen with Jackie.  I KNOW what I have with her, as she brings me to one more exhilarating orgasm after another.

 

Originally published as a Kamilla Murphy book © 2013

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