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Joan's Lesson in Success
by Lingus (address defunct)

***

When Hal Jensen left the Spencer's on Saturday morning 
he didn't know what he would tell his wife Joan about 
what had happened at the "poker party." He only knew 
that he had just had the most erotic experience of his 
life. (MF-couples, exh, swingers)

***

Ever since the group had decided last month that it 
would help Allen Spencer give his wife Helen a birthday 
present that she would never forget he had been looking 
forward to the party. When the original arrangements 
were made, Vicki Holman's presence wasn't anticipated 
and no one knew that the party would go on all night. 
 
A few weeks ago when Allen asked if he wanted to 
contribute an additional two hundred dollars so that 
they could bid on Vicki as well as Helen he eagerly 
agreed. He had never seen the redhead but based on 
Allen's description she sounded delicious. 

The two times that he got to fuck Vicki confirmed that 
it was certainly money well spent but it did leave him 
with a dilemma as to how to explain things to Joan. The 
rest of the men in the poker group were either members 
of the Glen Creek Club or had been at the auctions with 
their wives so they had no problem explaining their 
behavior. 
 
Joan and Hal knew about the club and had even been 
asked to join but they both felt that this lifestyle 
wasn't for them. Such blatant infidelity was beyond the 
bounds of their values. Hal did find his mind wandering 
quite a bit lately when an attractive woman caught his 
eye but he had so far been able to resist any 
temptation to play around. That all changed a month ago 
when Allen suggested to the group that they chip in so 
Herb Wagner could purchase Helen at the next club 
auction. Then they would all gang bang her at the next 
poker night. 

Hal's commitment to fidelity was pushed past it's 
limit. Helen Spencer was one of the sexiest women that 
he had ever met and Hal couldn't pass up the chance to 
fuck her. He originally looked at the anticipated tryst 
as something sneaky and not very honorable but what 
Joan didn't know wouldn't hurt her. When fucking Vicki 
Holman was added to the equation Hal's conscience 
didn't take much note because he was already 
anticipating having sex with one other woman.
 
As the party last night reached it's peak with the guys 
taking turns filling Helen and Vicki's various openings 
Hal knew that he didn't want to leave at the usual time 
and go home. He mentioned his problem to Allen who 
offered to call Joan and tell her that Hal had too much 
to drink and shouldn't drive in his condition. 

In his aroused state Hal agreed with that plan. When 
Joan offered to come and get Hal, Allen said that he 
thought Hal would be better off staying with them for 
the night. They would see that he got home first thing 
in the morning. Joan seemed somewhat unconvinced but 
did agree to let Hal spend the night at the Spencer's.
 
Now it was first thing in the morning and Hal had to 
face the music. However, as he drove toward home his 
mind kept wandering back to the two times that he had 
fucked both of the women. He was amazed that he had 
been able to get it up that many times in such a short 
time but these were very unusual circumstances.

He had never experienced such sexual excitement. Hal 
used to think that his and Joan's sex life was pretty 
good. They had tried a lot of things together. Joan had 
learned to be an expert at cocksucking and she even 
tolerated an occasional invasion of her asshole.

Lately though he felt that their lovemaking was tending 
toward the routine and even getting pretty boring. He 
had never discussed this development with Joan and he 
had no idea that Joan might be feeling the same way.
 
As Hal turned into their driveway his thoughts suddenly 
refocused on his wife. She would be pissed, no doubt 
about it. Hal was not someone who ever drank to excess 
so he doubted that she believed Allen's story. Dozens 
of other possible explanations bounced around in his 
head. He quickly discarded each of them as being 
implausible. As he entered the front door he realized 
that his only way out may be to tell the truth and hope 
that Joan would be somewhat understanding of his 
transgression. He wasn't very optimistic however.
 
"Hi honey, is that you?" Joan called from the kitchen. 
 
"Yes, it's me," Hal answered.
 
"How are you feeling this morning?" Joan asked as she 
came to meet him in the hall. "You must have a terrible 
hangover." 
 
"Well, fortunately it's not nearly as bad as I 
expected," Hal replied. "I guess I deserve far worse. 
Is that fresh coffee I smell?"
 
"Yes. I made a pot when I found out you'd be home 
soon," Joan replied.
 
"How'd you find that out?" Hal asked feeling somewhat 
suspicious about how much his wife seemed to know.
 
"I called the Spencer's a bit ago. Allen said that you 
had just left."
 
"Oh. Did he say anything else?" Hal asked. He was 
afraid that Allen might have made up more tidbits about 
last night that could end up trapping him if he wasn't 
careful.
 
"No, he just said that he hoped that you didn't feel 
too badly today. But why do you ask? Is there something 
more that I should know. I don't buy his story you 
know. You don't ever drink too much and you really 
don't seem very hung over now. I'd like to hear from 
you what really happened last night."
 
"Let me get a cup of coffee and then we'll talk about 
it, OK?" Hal replied. His heart was suddenly in his 
throat as he realized that his worst fears about Joan's 
attitude were correct. She knew him too well.
 
Hal got his cup of coffee and then he and Joan sat down 
at the kitchen table. Hal was relieved to notice that 
Joan seemed more curious than angry. He hoped that 
attitude wouldn't change. 
 
"OK, Hal, out with it. What happened?" Joan prodded 
him. 
 
"Well, I did have more to drink last night than I can 
remember having in a long, long time," Hal began, "but 
you're right. That isn't the real reason I didn't come 
home. You see yesterday was Helen's birthday. We did a 
little celebrating last night."
 
"Ah," Joan replied, "so she had a sleep-over. Is that 
it? Look Hal, I used to have sleep-overs on my birthday 
too, but I quit that when I was ten or eleven, and 
besides my sleep-overs were all girls. So tell me how 
did you celebrate anyhow?"
 
Hal knew that he now had no way out. At least Joan 
hadn't flown off the handle yet and perhaps she already 
suspected what had happened. It was some comfort to Hal 
that Joan and Helen had known each other for several 
years. They weren't particularly close friends but they 
did seem to get along well with each other and Hal had 
never heard Joan express any animosity toward Helen for 
any reason.
 
"Well, that's sort of how it turned out," Hal 
continued. "You see, Helen has had this fantasy for a 
long time and Allen decided to make it happen for her 
birthday."
 
"Fantasy, what sort of fantasy?" Joan asked in a 
somewhat suspicious tone. "Are the Spencer's members of 
that club?" she continued.
 
"Why, ye, ye, yes, I think they are," Hal answered very 
hesitantly. "But why, what has that got to do with 
anything?"
 
"I just wondered if they were into those wild sex sort 
of things that the club does," Joan answered. "So what 
kind of fantasy was this, a gang bang?"
 
"Yes," Hal whispered. "It was a gang bang."
 
The look of disgust on Joan's face told Hal that she 
was not amused by his answer. "So tell me, who all was 
in on this? Was it all of your poker buddies? Did you 
all spend the night pounding the mattress with Helen? 
And where was Allen? Surely he wasn't around when this 
was taking place?"
 
"Yes it was all of the poker gang, and yes Allen was 
right there with us. He had set it up and he seemed to 
enjoy it as much as she did. In fact that really 
surprises me now that I think about it." 
 
"Holy shit," Joan exclaimed. "I can't believe it. My 
devoted husband and his friends all fucked the wife of 
another friend while he watched. Is that it? Does she 
have no shame? How could a woman do such a thing? How 
could you do it Hal?"
 
"Look, I know I shouldn't have done it," was all that 
Hal could think of to say. "I know it's a terrible 
thing to be unfaithful. I guess I just succumbed to a 
moment of weakness. I'm sorry." 
 
"Well, I want you to know that I find that sort of 
behavior shameful and disgusting," was Joan's parting 
comment as she got up and left the room.
 
Hal was amazed that there had been no big blowup. He 
was also surprised that Joan instinctively seemed to 
know what had happened. He had no idea that his 
conservative wife had any idea about such things as 
gang bangs. It was certainly a term and a concept that 
the two of them had never discussed before. Hal was 
also grateful that the fact that there were two women 
involved hadn't come up and probably wouldn't. He was 
in enough trouble over having fucked just one.
 
The discussion about Hal's infidelity continued off and 
on for the rest of the day. Throughout the conversation 
Joan remained very calm although she did speak about 
the incident in very stern judgmental tones. If Hal 
hadn't had such a good time fucking Helen and Vicki he 
might have felt more contrite. Perhaps the lack of
sincerity in Hal's repeated apologies irritated Joan 
more than the realization as to what he had done. 
Finally late in the day the first real progress was 
made in their dialogue.
 
"Is there something lacking in our relationship?" Joan 
asked. 
 
"Well, I guess I should ask you the same thing," Hal 
replied. "Don't you think that things have gotten 
pretty routine lately. Sex isn't nearly as exciting as 
it used to be. How do you feel?" 
 
"I agree, but is that an excuse to fuck someone else? I 
mean I haven't done anything like that."
 
"No, I didn't say it was an excuse," Hal responded 
defensively. "Look, I've already said several times 
that I'm sorry. Maybe it's just natural to think about 
things like that if you're kind of bored. Don't you 
ever think about it?"
 
"Heavens no!" Joan retorted. "At least not in any 
specific way I don't."
 
"Haven't you ever thought about making it with any guys 
that you meet or see? Don't you ever wonder what some 
guy might be like in bed?"
 
"No, I haven't. I don't think much about anything to do 
with sex anymore. I just figure it's something that 
I've outgrown, so to
speak."
 
"That's terrible. You mean that you don't like sex any 
more?" 
 
"Oh, no. I still like it, I guess, but I've gotten used 
to the idea that the electricity goes away. It's just 
not like it used to be when we first got married, and I 
accept that as natural."
 
Hal was both surprised and disappointed at Joan's 
response. Having just had a great sexual awakening he 
felt his hopes of a regenerated sex life dashed by a 
sex partner who was losing interest in sex. He didn't 
know what exactly he wanted sexually from Joan at the 
moment, but he knew that whatever it was couldn't 
happen with someone who wasn't excited about sex.
 
Then another big step forward was made as Joan said 
"Look, I'm almost afraid to ask but is there something 
wrong with me? The way I look or the way I dress? I 
know that Helen is a very attractive woman. She always 
looks so good and dresses so well. Most women would 
give anything to look as good as her."
 
Suddenly Hal felt a real sense of guilt for the first 
time. He had not meant to make Joan feel jealous, but 
he had.
 
"No darling. There is nothing wrong with you. You look 
as wonderful and pretty as you did the day I married 
you." 
 
This was no lie. Joan had diligently worked to maintain 
her trim figure and she had been blessed with a very 
pretty face which looks as youthful as on their wedding 
day nearly twenty years ago. She weighs the same as 
then although time has redistributed the weight 
slightly. Since she is 5' 6" tall she carries that 
weight well and she has no sags or bulges. She now 
measures a healthy 35-24-36.

Over the years one inch had slipped from her breasts to 
her hips but she still looked fantastic. About ten 
years ago on a lark she bleached her medium brown hair 
a golden blonde and once Hal got used to the change he 
insisted that she keep it that way. 
 
"In anyone's book you are easily as pretty as Helen or 
any other woman that I know," Hal continued. "I'm sure 
any man would agree with that."
 
If there was anything about Joan that Hal would like to 
change it was the way she dressed. When she married Hal 
she was one of the most stylish women he had ever 
known. As Joan passed the thirty mark she began to wear 
more conservative styles, styles that were also more 
the trend at the time. As she neared forty she began to 
wear clothes that Hal thought were more appropriate for 
his mother than his wife. Her skirts, when she wore 
them, had grown longer and longer so that the norm now 
is several inches below her knee. 
 
Most of the time these days Joan wore slacks. Even her 
best evening wear was pants suits. Her selection of 
blouses was much less sexy with few frills or lace. 
None of them were sheer enough to reveal the bra she 
had on under it, which was just as well because her 
bras and the rest of her lingerie were now designed for 
utility, not for looks. Although Joan's breasts were 
still firm enough to need no support she wouldn't think 
of going out without a bra.

Those times when they had gone out on special occasions 
with Joan wearing a sheer blouse and no bra were only 
distant memories now. Hal no longer enjoyed watching 
her dress or undress just so that he could get a look 
at her sexy undies. The final insult for Hal was that 
she wore only pantyhose. Joan no longer even owned a 
garter belt or stockings or even thigh-highs. 
 
Hal wanted to find a way to discuss Joan's wardrobe 
with her but he never could work up the courage to do 
it. He tried buying her the kinds of sexier styles that 
he liked but his gifts were greeted with such firm 
rebuke that he gave that up as a lost cause. Perhaps, 
Hal thought as he pondered Joan's question, this is the 
opportunity that I've been hoping for.
 
"There is one thing though that maybe we can talk about 
now that you've brought it up," Hal went on somewhat 
tentatively.
 
"What's that?" Joan asked. "What's the problem?" 
 
"Well, it's not a problem really, it's just that you 
used to wear such sexy clothes. I wish you still did," 
Hal confessed.
 
"I've gotten older Hal. Women in their forties don't 
dress like women in their twenties. Some of them try 
and they look pretty silly doing it."
 
"I agree that many of them shouldn't. In fact I don't 
mean you have to wear the outrageous fashions that 
college girls wear today. But that doesn't mean you 
have to dress like a dowdy old maid either." 
 
"Dowdy? Did you say dowdy? Is that how you think I 
dress?" Joan asked with a tone of pain in her voice.
 
"Do other women your age dress like you do?" Hal asked 
trying to avoid a direct answer to her question. "I 
don't think they do. I know some that are pretty sharp 
dressers."
 
"Such as?" Joan said. She started to ask Hal to name 
them and then thinking about how well dressed Helen 
always seemed to be she thought better of it. However, 
her curiosity got the better of her and she continued 
"By the way what was Helen wearing last night, that is 
when she was dressed?, if she was dressed?"
 
"She had on a white cocktail dress. It was kind of 
sexy." 
 
"Well, a slut would dress that way," Joan answered 
sarcastically. "Surely you don't think I should dress 
like a slut, do you?" 
 
"No, of course not, but I don't think that Helen looked 
slutty at all. In fact her dress would be quite 
appropriate at a nice cocktail party. It was the sort 
of dress that you used to wear not too long ago, and 
that I think you'd look fantastic in now. In fact I 
think you'd look even better in it than Helen looked." 
 
It dawned on Hal that Joan equated looking sexy with 
looking slutty. "Do you think that a woman who looks 
sexy is a slut?" he asked. "Is that it?"
 
"It depends on how old they are," Joan replied. "Older 
women shouldn't look that way. At least that's the way 
I've been taught." 
 
"Whoa! Wherever did you learn that? I think women 
should want to look and feel sexy until the day they 
die, and I hope for you that's not for a long, long 
time."
 
"So tell me," Joan went on, "what was Helen's dress 
like? Was it super-short and so tight she had to be 
peeled out of it? Is that what you liked about it?" She 
remembered that she used to have a few dresses like 
that many years ago and Hal really seemed to like them.
 
"No, it was almost knee length and it did fit her quite 
snugly but it wasn't like she looked poured into it or 
anything. It wasn't anything extreme at all."
 
"And you'd like for me to dress that way? Is that it?" 
Joan asked hesitantly. She was beginning to see the 
light. Maybe she was going overboard with this 
"dressing my age" bit. 
 
"And you don't think I'd look ridiculous if I did?" she 
went on. 
 
"Not at all," Hal assured her. "You said earlier that 
you thought Helen looked good and dressed well. Well I 
meant it when I said I think you'd look even better. 
But dressing differently is not all there is to it. I 
wish you thought of yourself as a sexy woman,  that you 
were still interested in sex."
 
"You mean you think I'd look good enough that a bunch 
of men would want to spend the night using my body,  
and that I'd want them to do it?" Joan said with a 
rather mischievous grin. 
 
"I can't believe you said that and I don't think that's 
what I had in mind but I'm sure that a lot of men would 
jump at the chance," Hal replied. He hadn't thought 
about that possibility but he was sure that he didn't 
want his wife doing anything like that.
 
"If you feel like that why haven't you ever said 
anything about it before. I mean why did you have to go 
off and screw some other woman instead?" Joan asked 
again with a tone of jealousy and hurt. 
 
"I've sure wanted too," Hal declared. "I've tried to 
think of ways to get you to dress like you used for a 
long time. I didn't want to make you angry or hurt your 
feelings so I guess I just kept my mouth shut. But I 
did buy you the kind of things I wished you'd wear. You 
always returned them or just put them away and never 
wore them. Do you remember that?"
 
"Yes, I remember. I didn't think you were serious. I 
thought this was some sort of practical joke or 
something. Some of those things were pretty outrageous, 
you know."
 
"Some of them were," Hal admitted as he remembered the 
crotchless panties and the half-bra that he bought her 
as a Valentine Day gift one year. He also bought a 
micro-length skirt and a blouse that was so sheer that 
it hid nothing. He hadn't really meant for Joan to wear 
them in public but he did fantasize about it. 
 
"Most of them were pretty normal though," he continued. 
"I don't think knee length skirts or frilly white 
blouses are anything that couldn't be worn in public. 
In fact you used to wear a lot shorter skirts and much 
more sheer blouses. And you also used to wear garter 
belts and sexy panties and bras like the ones I bought 
you last year."
 
"I guess," Joan said skeptically. "Maybe I've gone a 
bit overboard but I'm not sure how comfortable I'd be 
if I changed that much. I'll have to think about it."
 
"I sure wish you would," Hal concluded. "I sure wish 
you would." 
 
The subject was dropped at that point. Hal was 
delighted that the episode hadn't gotten more ugly than 
it did. In fact it seemed to him that there might be a 
very positive outcome if Joan was willing to act on 
their discussion. He wasn't sure what to do next but 
wisely decided to let Joan make the next move or 
reintroduce the issue when she was ready.
 
The next Monday night Hal was sitting in their study 
watching the football game when Joan came in and 
announced "I went shopping today on my lunch hour. 
Would you like to see what I got?"
 
At first Hal was annoyed at the interruption but the 
possible significance of her announcement suddenly hit 
him. "Sure, I'd love to," he replied. "I hope this 
means what I think it means," he thought to himself.
 
"OK, just a minute," she said as she turned and went 
back to their bedroom.
 
Hal returned to watching the game. His back was to the 
door so he didn't see Joan's return.
 
"Well, what do you think?" she said.
 
Hal turned and couldn't believe his eyes. Here was his 
still sexy wife in the sort of outfit that she used to 
wear. She had on a pleated plaid skirt that ended just 
above the knee. Her white blouse was so sheer that he 
could see the sexy lace bra under it. 
 
"WOW! It's fantastic!" he exclaimed. "You look like a 
million." 
 
"That's not all," Joan said. "Want to see the rest?" 
 
"Sure," Hal replied.
 
Joan lifted her skirt to reveal stocking tops. Then she 
pulled it higher until Hal could see that she was 
wearing a garter belt and panties that matched the bra. 
The lace on the panties was sheer enough that he could 
see the shadow of her brown beaver within.
 
"Do you like it?" Joan asked.
 
"Like it? I LOVE it! Sweetheart, you are the sexiest 
woman alive. I hope you're ready for the consequences 
of how much I like it," he said as he got up and swept 
her up in his arms.
 
"Hal, what are you doing?" she asked with a giggle.
 
"You'd better get out of those things if you don't want 
them messed up," he advised as he laid her down on 
their bed. "You're about to get the best fucking you've 
had in a long time."
 
Hal never did watch any more of the football game. He 
and Joan fucked and sucked each other more that night 
than they had in the last two months. The next morning 
Joan was awakened to find Hal about to slip his hard 
cock back into her cunt for the third fuck in the last 
few hours.
 
"Whatever has gotten into you?" she asked. "Does that 
mean that you like my new clothes?"
 
"Do I ever," Hal replied. "Thank you sweetheart for 
getting them." 
 
"Well, I certainly do like the result and I must admit 
I'm surprised at how it's made me feel. I feel like a 
new woman. There is one problem though."
 
"What's that?"
 
"That stuff was expensive," she replied. "I mean the 
lingerie cost a fortune. I don't think I can afford to 
buy much of it."
 
"If that's what's holding you back from always dressing 
like that it's no problem. I'll buy you all of the new 
stuff that you want. In fact I'd be delighted to do it. 
Just shopping for it should be a lot of fun."
 
The next weekend Joan and Hal went shopping. Joan's new 
wardrobe cost Hal nearly $3,000 but he was delighted 
with the result. Joan modelled each outfit for him and 
every one of them was stunning. He was married to a new 
person. Joan's appearance wasn't the only thing that 
changed. She acted like a different person. She began 
to flirt with him and tease him sexually. She acted 
like the woman he remembered from a few years ago.
 
Everything between them went wonderfully for about a 
month. Their sex life had taken on new life and this 
made them both a lot happier and more vibrant. 
 
Then suddenly one Friday night things changed 
dramatically. Late in the afternoon Joan called Hal at 
his office and said she would be coming home late. 
Something had come up at her office and her boss wanted 
her to stay late to help take care of it. She 
apologized and said she'd be home as soon as she could. 
 
Hal immediately became suspicious. In all of her five 
years at this job Joan had never worked late on a 
Friday and whenever she worked late on other nights she 
knew about it a day or two ahead of time. "What is 
going on?" he wondered anxiously. He had no choice but 
to wait and see.
 
Hal waited nervously at home for Joan to arrive. She 
hadn't said how long she'd be working so he had no idea 
when to expect her but when 9:00 pm came and went he 
started to get really worried. "I wish she'd call to 
say she's alright," he said to himself. "Maybe I should 
call her." He tried calling her office but there was no 
answer. This made him even more concerned.
 
Finally just before 11:00 pm he heard Joan's car in the 
driveway. He met her at the door. What he saw was a 
real shock. She looked like she had been through a 
street fight. Her clothes were disheveled and her 
makeup was smeared. Her hair looked like she hadn't 
brushed it in days.
 
"Are you alright?" he asked fearfully. "I was getting 
terribly worried."
 
"Yes, I'm fine," Joan replied calmly. "In fact I'm 
terrific. I didn't mean to worry you, but I just got 
laid. Now we're almost even."
 
Hal couldn't believe his ears. "You what?"
 
"I just got fucked, and fucked really good. Don't I 
look it?" she went on.
 
"Yes, you sure do," Hal agreed. His heart sank as his 
wife announced her infidelity. "But why did you do it?" 
he asked. 
 
"You did it first, remember?" she answered. "I just 
wanted to try it to see what it's like, and to get even 
I guess."
 
"OK. OK, so I guess I deserved it, but who with? Who is 
the guy?" Hal suddenly felt a great sense of curiosity 
about what Joan had just done. He also sensed that he 
was getting aroused as he looked at her and realized 
what she had just done.
 
"It was Phil," she replied.
 
"Holy shit! You mean you just fucked your boss? That's 
unbelievable." 
 
"Yep, I just fucked my boss, and it was a lot of fun 
too. A lot more fun than I ever would have imagined. 
Thank you for giving me the idea," Joan answered with a 
laugh.
 
"What do you mean 'giving you the idea'?" Hal inquired. 
"I've never suggested anything of the kind."
 
"No, of course you didn't, but you did open up the 
subject of having sex with other people and the more I 
thought about it the more I thought I should try it 
myself. You know that up until tonight you were the 
only person I'd ever done it with. Now I know why you 
really didn't act so sorry about having fucked Helen, 
and Vicki."
 
"WHAT? What do you mean?" Hal was shocked to hear Joan 
mention Vicki. He had been very careful about not 
mentioning her. "How did you find out about that?" he 
asked.
 
"Helen told me," Joan replied. "I called her up last 
week because I was curious about how she could have 
done something like that. She was surprised at first 
that I knew about it but then she assumed that I knew 
everything. Obviously I didn't, but I do now." 
 
"Oh no!" Hal moaned. He figured that now he was in 
really deep shit and just when things were starting to 
go so well with him and Joan. "Look, I'm sorry. I guess 
I felt that telling you about Vicki would just make a 
mess even more complicated. I mean once I crossed the 
line and fucked another woman the second woman didn't 
seem to make a lot of difference."
 
"Well, I hope you feel the same way about me because as 
I said, I'm ALMOST even. So far I've fucked one other 
guy. I still have one more coming, pardon the pun."
 
"Ya, I guess," Hal said numbly. He was overwhelmed. His 
feelings were so confused he didn't know what else to 
say. He was relieved that again he had dodged a bullet 
because Joan hadn't been really angry even when she 
found out about Vicki. He was also hurt that his wife 
had just let another man have her and that she talked 
about doing it at least one more time. He also felt 
strangely turned on by all of this. That is the part 
that confused him the most.
 
"I'm going to go to bed," he replied. "I've got to get 
some sleep and then we can talk some more about this. 
OK?"
 
"Sure sweetheart," Joan replied. Then she really 
surprised him by giving him a kiss and saying "I love 
you Hal."
 
Although Joan fell asleep quickly Hal found himself 
tossing and turning as his mind churned over the 
revelation of Joan's adultery. His restlessness woke 
Joan who asked what the problem was. When Hal told her 
that he couldn't seem to relax and go to sleep she 
offered a solution.
 
"I'll bet a nice blowjob will help you relax." With 
that she moved down and gave him one of the best 
blowjobs he could ever remember getting. When he came 
Joan eagerly swallowed every drop and then licked him 
clean as was her custom.
 
"There darling. I hope you're better now. You know I 
had almost forgotten how much I love the taste of cum. 
I didn't know until tonight that not all cum tastes 
alike. I wonder if every man tastes different," she 
concluded as she turned over to go to sleep. 
 
The next morning both Hal and Joan seemed reluctant to 
start a conversation. They were both thinking about 
what Joan had done the night before and neither of them 
were very clear yet as to how they felt about it. 
Joan's feelings vacillated between guilt and delight. 
Hal's feelings varied from anger and hurt to arousal. 
The fact that he found himself getting turned on at the 
same time he was feeling upset really puzzled Hal. His 
mixed feelings ultimately converged in a need to know 
more about what happened.
 
"So tell me what happened last night," he finally 
began. "I mean where did you two go?"
 
"Well, we went to Phil's house," Joan answered. "His 
wife is out of town for the weekend."
 
"Jeez, don't you think that was kind of risky. I mean 
what if a friend of theirs had stopped by, or his wife 
had come home unexpectedly."
 
"Maybe it was," Joan replied. "However at the time I 
didn't think of any of that. I had gotten so turned on 
by the time we left the office that I wasn't thinking 
about anything but fucking. I know that sounds 
shameful, but it's true."
 
"How did this all come about anyhow?" Hal pressed. "I 
mean after all of this time how did the subject of sex 
between you two come up?"
 
"Phil immediately noticed my new wardrobe. I guess you 
were right about my having been dowdy before. Phil said 
exactly the same thing, but he commented repeatedly 
about how great I looked in my new clothes. You know 
how women are. His compliments started to get to me. 
Then his remarks started to include my lingerie. He 
could see several of my new bras beneath my new 
blouses. 

"A few days ago he began to wonder out loud if the rest 
of my lingerie matched my bras. At first I responded by 
telling him he'd never know for sure. Then on Wednesday 
when I was wearing the new sheer light blue set that 
you bought, he asked if I wore pantyhose or stockings. 
I don't know what possessed me but I stood up in front 
of his desk and pulled up my skirt. I had only intended 
to let him see my stocking tops but I guess I went too 
far."
 
"What happened?" Hal asked impatiently. As he listened 
to his wife tell of her exploits showing her boss her 
undies, Hal suddenly realized that he was getting very 
hard. He couldn't wait to hear more.
 
"Well, he said that he loved my panties and that he 
finally confirmed that I was not a natural blonde. I 
was so embarrassed that I thought I'd die. I had no 
intention of letting him see that much of me. My face 
must have turned a thousand shades of red. He quickly 
said he was sorry for having said that, but that he 
certainly wasn't sorry for what he had seen."
 
"Then what?" Hal again prompted. "Did he try to do 
anything?" 
 
"Not right away," Joan continued. "I must have stood 
there in a daze for a few seconds because I remember 
suddenly realizing that I still had my skirt pulled up. 
I quickly dropped it and turned to leave his office. As 
I did so I noticed that my pussy was soaking wet. Just 
as I was about to open the door Phil came up behind me 
and put his arms around me. I was so shocked I didn't 
know what to do. I just stood there as he began to 
caress my breasts. I was about to object and dash out 
the door when my remaining resolve vanished. I let him 
feel me and then he ran one of his hands down and 
reached under my skirt to rub my pussy through my 
panties." 
 
"Oh my gawd," Hal exclaimed. "That's unbelievable. What 
happened then? Did he fuck you?"
 
"No. He did work his fingers inside of my panties and 
ran them up and down my slit before he got one of them 
up inside me. Meanwhile I could feel his hard cock 
pressing against my ass. I knew that we were both 
ready, and I was thinking about pulling up my skirt and 
just bending over so that he could take me from behind 
when one of the office clerks knocked on his door."
 
"Darn," Hal exclaimed. "Bad timing!"
 
"Yes it was," Joan replied, "but why do you say that? 
Did you want him to fuck me?"
 
"I guess I did? I mean I don't know what I wanted. Look 
I don't understand this but what you're telling me has 
me so excited right now that you're about to get 
fucked." With that Hal turned Joan so that she was 
facing away from him and toward the kitchen table. He 
pressed her forward until she was face down on the 
table. Then he threw her skirt up over her back and 
quickly slipped down her panties. He now had easy 
access to his wife's hot wet cunt and he wasted no time 
in filling it with his hard cock.
 
"Is this what you wanted him to do to you before 
someone came to the door?" he asked as he pushed all 
the way into her.
 
"Yes, that's it," Joan murmured breathlessly. "Fuck me 
Hal darling. Fuck me."
 
Hal knew it wouldn't take him long to cum. He hoped 
that he could make Joan cum too so he reached down and 
started to rub her clit with his finger. He could feel 
his cock pumping in and out of her pussy. His efforts 
were successful and Joan came moments before he dumped 
a hot load of cum deep in her belly. He stood 
motionless for several seconds and then slowly 
withdrew. As his cockhead popped out of her opening he 
saw a stream of his cum following it. He must have cum 
a gallon. 
 
"Oh Hal, that was a wonderful surprise," Joan cooed. "I 
love you darling."
 
"I love you too sweetheart," Hal replied.
 
"Does that mean that you're not mad at me about last 
night?" Joan continued. "I know I really shouldn't have 
done that, but I guess this time it was me that sort of 
got carried away."
 
"No, strangely I don't feel mad at all. In fact I find 
the whole thing very exciting. Did you say that you 
planned on doing it again?"
 
"Well, I said I had one more time coming to make us 
even," Joan replied. "I certainly don't have anything 
specific planned. Why do you ask?"
 
"Because I'm thinking I might sort of like it if you 
did. I mean I wouldn't want you sneaking around on the 
side but I really got excited when you told me about 
Phil. Do you understand?"
 
"I sure don't. I don't understand it at all, but I sure 
did enjoy the result just now. And I have to admit that 
I enjoyed fucking Phil. Having a strange cock was a lot 
more fun than I ever would have guessed. If you really 
mean that you want me to fuck Phil again or to fuck 
some other guy, I guess I'd be willing to oblige. Maybe 
Helen isn't as crazy or perverted as I thought."
 
Hal and Joan didn't discuss the matter again that 
weekend but they did have some terrific sex on both 
Saturday and Sunday nights. Hal made a passing comment 
on Monday morning that Joan should be sure to wear her 
sexiest underwear to work to keep her boss happy but 
Joan didn't take much notice.
 
"I doubt that Phil will say anything more to me about 
it," she said. "He's had me and now he's satisfied. He 
just wanted a conquest, another notch on his pistol so 
to speak. The women at the office have said for a long 
time that Phil has a goal of fucking every woman at the 
company. Now he can add me to his list and he'll go on 
to the next one. I'm sure there are several there who 
he hasn't nailed yet."
 
"Maybe, but I'll bet you're wrong. I think you are so 
much better in bed than any of the others that he'll 
want to make fucking you a regular habit."
 
"It's a bet," Joan replied as she walked out the door. 
 
She was soon to find out how wrong she was. She had 
just sat down at her desk when Phil called her into his 
office.
 
"Panty check," she approached his desk.
 
"What?" Joan asked in disbelief. "What do you mean?" 
 
"I mean I want to see what sort of panties you have on 
today? I really loved the ones you had on last 
Wednesday and Friday. They were really sexy. So let me 
see what the ones are like that you have on today?"
 
"Phil! I'm shocked! What sort of woman do you think I 
am? Just because I got carried away and let you have 
your way with me last week doesn't mean that I'll let 
it happen again."
 
"Oh, come on Joan. Cut the righteous indignation. You 
enjoyed every minute of our fun last week. You can't 
deny that, and besides you were the one who stood in 
front of me and lifted up your skirt to show me your 
goodies. I didn't ask you to do that. You just did it 
and doing it made your pussy so wet that a guy could 
have drowned in it."
 
"Well, ah, ahh, ahh, it's not wet now," Joan said as 
she tried to regain her composure. "In fact not only am 
I not turned on but I'm really pretty angry about 
this."
 
"Joan, you sexy slut, I'll make you a bet," Phil said 
as he reached for his wallet. "I'll bet you $100 that 
your cunt is dripping right now. If it's not, you can 
keep the money. If it is I get to fuck you right here 
right now."
 
Joan didn't know what had come over her. She was sure 
that her pussy was very wet right now. She didn't want 
to admit it to Phil, or perhaps even to herself, but 
this conversation had gotten her very excited. "You're 
on," she said. "I'll go to the bathroom and check. Then 
I'll come back and collect."
 
"Oh no you don't," Phil objected. "I'll be the judge. 
Come on over here so I can check for myself. In fact 
why don't you take off your panties. You won't want 
them on when I'm fucking you anyhow." 
 
As if she were having an out-of-body experience Joan 
saw herself bend down and slip off her panties. Then 
she walked around the desk and stood beside Phil's 
chair.
 
Phil slowly ran his hand up her leg. Joan felt chills 
running up her spine as he got close to her pussy. When 
he touched her lips she jumped. Then she felt his 
finger slip into her slit. She knew she was dripping 
wet. Phil was going to fuck her again.
 
"Just as I thought Joan. Your cunt is ready." 
 
Then he slid his finger down her slit and slowly 
inserted it into her opening. He gently began to finger 
fuck her while he rubbed her clit with his thumb. Then 
he removed his hand and put his finger in his mouth and 
licked her juices from it.
 
"Joan, you are delicious. I am going to eat your hot 
pussy before I fill it. Sit up here on the desk," Phil 
instructed.
 
Again Joan silently obeyed. She suddenly found herself 
sitting on her boss's desk with her feet resting on the 
arms of his chair. Her knees were spread and bent. Her 
cunt was open and ready for his enjoyment. She quickly 
learned that her boss was an expert at cunnilingus. He 
ran his tongue gently around all of the sensitive parts 
of her pussy taking special effort when he found her 
clit. In just a few minutes she felt she was about to 
cum as he fucked her with his fingers and nibbled on 
her clit.
 
"Ooooh, Phil. Ohhhh! You are so good. That feels so 
nice." Then Joan's body shook as she came for the first 
time that morning. Before he let her leave his office 
he had eaten her to a second climax and then brought 
her to a third with his cock. He dumped an enormous 
load of cum into her cunt and then made her put on her 
panties. He said that she couldn't clean her pussy up 
until she got home. Joan wondered if he suspected that 
Hal knew about them or if he was trying to humiliate 
Hal by sending his wife home with a load of cum in her.
 
As soon as Joan got back to her desk she called Hal at 
his office. 
 
"Oh, hi sweetheart," he said when he realized who it 
was. "Is everything alright?"
 
"Yes dear. Everything's fine," she replied. "I just 
wanted to let you know that you were right."
 
"Oh, is Phil interested in getting into your pants 
again?" Hal asked.
 
"He already has," she replied. "I wasn't here 15 
minutes before he was eating me on his desk. Then he 
fucked me. He wants to talk to me again before I leave 
tonight, and in the meantime he won't let me clean up 
my messy pussy until I get home."
 
"That sounds fantastic," Hal said as he felt his cock 
begin to throb. "I can't wait to hear all about it. But 
tell me, did you enjoy it?"
 
"Yes, it was fun but I don't want Phil to know exactly 
how much fun. I'm afraid things could get complicated 
here if this becomes a regular thing. I mean I'm sure I 
must have a 'freshly fucked' look about me."
 
"I'd like to see that," Hal responded. "Wow, my horny 
wife just got laid again, and I love it. I can't wait 
to see you at home but I have to run now. I'm late for 
a meeting."
 
"Bye dear."
 
That night Hal couldn't wait to find out the juicy 
details from Joan. He met her at the door and as they 
kissed 'hello' he reached down to feel her pussy. Her 
panties were a gooey wet mess just as she had said.
 
"Wow, is this all still there from this morning?" Hal 
asked. 
 
"No. He did me again tonight just before I left," Joan 
answered. "I've got so much cum in me that I was afraid 
I'd have a spot on my skirt that could be seen for 
blocks. Fortunately I wore a light color today and 
maybe it doesn't show that much."
 
"Ahh," Hal gasped. He couldn't believe how things had 
progressed. Here stood his formerly reserved wife who 
had apparently lost interest in sex. Her boss had 
fucked her twice today and her cunt was full of his cum 
and she was telling her husband all about it. 
 
"I want to hear every detail," he prompted. "What 
happened? What did he say? 
 
Joan recounted the day blow by blow. Hal nearly came 
when she described being fucked and eaten on her boss's 
desk. Then Joan told him the most amazing news of all.
 
"This afternoon Phil and I worked out a deal, that is 
if it's OK with you."
 
"What sort of deal?"
 
"He offered me an instant raise of $500 per month. He 
would get the right to inspect my panties every day 
when I arrive for work. At least once a week he will 
bring me some new panties which I am to put on and 
model for him. Then he would have the right to get into 
them as many times that day as he likes."
 
"Holy shit! That sounds incredible. The money is great 
but how do you feel about the sex?" Hal asked.
 
"Well, this would only be for three months and then 
we'd talk about it again but the raise would be 
permanent. I think I'd like it
though. Phil is a good lover and I found out today that 
he really knows how to eat pussy."
 
"Wow, I don't believe it. Did you accept?" Hal asked.
 
"I told him I'd have to think about it and talk it over 
with you." 
 
"You said what?" Hal asked in disbelief.
 
"I said I'd have to talk to you about it. Oh, I told 
Phil right up front that you knew all about last Friday 
and that I'd even called you after he fucked me this 
morning. At first he seemed kind of pissed off about 
that, but when he realized that you liked the idea he 
calmed down. In fact as I left he said to tell you 
thank you for being so generous with me. He thinks 
you're a 'hell of a good
sport'."
 
"A good sport? Is that what I am? Well maybe so but I 
am having one hell of a good time at it. I do have one 
request though. Why don't you bring Phil home sometime 
and fuck him here so I can watch. I could just hide in 
the closet so he wouldn't even have to know about it. 
What do you think?"
 
"Sweetheart, if that's what you'd like I'll do it, or 
at least try. I'm not sure how comfortable I'd be 
knowing you're watching but I guess I can live with 
that. There is one more thing I need to tell you about, 
however."
 
"What's that?" Hal asked.
 
"Well, Phil says that one of his old college buddies is 
coming into town tomorrow and he wondered if I'd be 
willing to show the guy around town tomorrow night."
 
"Holy shit!" Hal exclaimed. "I assume that means going 
to his room and screwing him, right?"
 
"Yes," Joan said as she blushed. "I know it sounds 
disgusting, but remember I still have one more coming."
 
"Yes, I guess you do," Hal agreed as he felt his cock 
getting hard again. "If you're going to start behaving 
like that, maybe we should join that club," he 
continued thinking of the fun he could have with some 
of the other wives.
 
"Funny you should say that," Joan replied, "when I 
talked to Helen Spencer the other day she asked if we 
might be interested in joining the club. I told her 
that we'd been asked before and weren't interested but 
that maybe things were different now. I said I'd talk 
to you about it. What do you think?"
 
"Well things sure are different now. I think it would 
be a lot of fun, for both of us. I'd love to see you 
get sold to some other guys, maybe you could even have 
a gang bang, and I'd love to buy a wife or two myself. 
Let's do it."
 
"Great. I'll call her tonight," Joan replied. She felt 
her pussy getting hot again at the mention of a gang 
bang.

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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