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Change Partners
by Robin's Lover (address withheld)

***

My wife Beth and I lose interest in our marriage and 
decide to explore new passion with old lovers who have 
re-entered our lives. But I find it hard to separate 
myself completely from her even as we form two new 
couples. And we discover new erotic highs even at the 
end of our marriage. (MF-couples, nc, oral, swing, rom)

***

After almost twenty years, the fire of passion had gone 
out of my marriage. I was still fond of Beth and 
smitten at times with her beauty. She was a lovely 
brunette with lean, classic lines and perfect tits and 
legs. But we drifted apart. When one of us would try to 
rekindle the flames, the other would be too busy with 
our two kids or work or something. Our sex life became 
routine, almost perfunctory. It was a classic mid-life 
crisis. I started to wonder what my life would have 
been like had I married someone else.

The someone I thought about was Robin, an old flame. 
She was also a brunette, but built very differently 
than my wife – several inches shorter with a much 
rounder behind and heavier thighs. We had dated briefly 
in college when I was still single. It was a time when 
Beth had told me she wanted to see other people. I 
remembered Robin's incredibly smooth skin and the 
sensation of her moist, sweet lips when we kissed. She 
had small breasts with large, dark nipples that became 
thick and erect when I licked them.

But I was still in love with Beth and I jumped at the 
chance to go back to her. She had slept with several 
other men but none of them made her feel like she did 
when she was with me. I was happy and in love.

When she had told me she still loved me and wanted to 
be with me, I decided to buy her a present to 
celebrate. We went into a jewelry store and I picked 
out a pretty silver watch for her. As she tried it on 
and admired it, I told her how much I looked forward to 
seeing her wearing it and nothing else.

That night she had fulfilled my wish. My back and ass 
bore little scratch marks from the watchband the next 
morning. From then on, when we made love I always 
insisted she wear a wristwatch I had given her, either 
that one or another. In recent years I had bought her a 
couple of new watches just to add some juice to our 
lovemaking. It worked for a while, but it takes more 
than a little fetish to keep a marriage going.

Over the years, Robin and I had remained good friends, 
something that did not please Beth. Maybe it was 
because Robin was still single. She had gone on to 
other lovers, of course, but for one reason or another 
she had never settled down with any of them.

When Robin moved back to our area last year, then, the 
pieces were in place for trouble. She and I would meet 
for lunch at some cozy restaurant. She still looked 
great, the way that few women past forty do. I loved 
the way she dyed her hair with blonde highlights. 
Exercise kept her waist thin. Her eyes looked at me 
with complete interest, as a woman does when she's 
infatuated with a guy. Cautious at first, I began to 
flirt more openly with her, and I was thrilled when she 
responded by telling me how much more my compliments 
meant to her than those she received from other men. 
Our goodbye kisses progressed from a peck on the cheek 
to lip contact to the taste of each other's tongues. 
Soon I could not get her out of my mind.

I became aware, too, that Beth had been stirring the 
embers of an old romance. She had been in contact from 
time to time with Jeff, her high-school steady who had 
claimed her virginity when she was seventeen. By an odd 
coincidence, he had moved to our area about the same 
time Robin did. Unlike her, he was married and had 
kids. I guess he had the mid-life itch, too. He would 
call Beth at her office downtown – both of them work 
for large banks – and they would meet for lunch or 
drinks after work.

At first she would tell me they were having lunch 
together, I think to make me jealous and possessive so 
I would wage a gallant battle for her affections as I 
had done back in college. When I didn't respond as 
expected, she became more secretive about it. I would 
ask her about him and she would casually mention that 
she'd had lunch with him the day before. I began to 
treat my lunches with Robin the same way.

One evening when I was being inquisitive, she snapped. 
Maybe I had asked once too often. Or maybe something 
more than lunch had just happened. Whatever it was, she 
told me with anger in her voice that it was none of my 
business who she ate with.

"I don't care who you share your lunch with, Beth," I 
responded, my own anger welling up. "I care who you 
sleep with."

"What are you suggesting?" she shot back.

"I'm wondering whether your meetings have progressed to 
hotel rooms."

"You think I'm fucking Jeff?" Her use of the crude verb 
took me aback.

"Are you?"

"No."

I relaxed – too soon.

"Things haven't gone that far, Andy. But I'd be a liar 
if I said I hadn't thought about it. I am drawn to him, 
very strongly. He really cares about me. I'm not sure 
you do, anymore."

I measured my words carefully. "I care for you, honey. 
Very much. You know that. I've been a faithful hus...."

She cut me off. "Oh, really? Then what about your 
‘little bird'?"

"I haven't slept with Robin."

"But you want to."

I've never been able to lie to my wife without her 
seeing through me. There was no point in trying. I took 
a deep breath and averted my eyes from her gaze.

"Yes, I want to."

"So we've reached the same point, haven't we? We would 
each rather be with someone else. What do you recommend 
we do?"

I didn't know, and I said so. I had been wrestling with 
the possibility of moving out and making a new life 
with Robin. I was crazy about her. And now it seemed 
Beth had been considering doing the same thing with 
Jeff. What was most confusing to me was that, even 
though this seemed a simple problem to solve if we each 
acted on our impulses, I was still jealous at the 
thought of my wife with another man.

***

We talked it out for several days and decided it was 
best for the four of us to deal openly with the 
situation. Beth and I developed a plan, and we agreed 
to discuss it together with Robin and Jeff over dinner. 
I called Robin to explain the basic outline and she 
seemed delighted at the possibility that we could 
actually be together. Beth told me Jeff was also eager 
to move ahead.

The four of us gathered at a restaurant where we would 
not be known. I briefly summed up where we stood in our 
relationships. "I've fallen in love with Robin," I 
concluded, taking her hand in mine, "and Beth is in 
love again with Jeff. So it's time to find out whether 
our marriage is over and we should make new lives with 
our new loves."

Beth took it from there. "We need to explore the 
possibilities in a safe setting far from here. Andy and 
I think we should book rooms in a resort in Bermuda for 
three or four days. Three rooms."

"Why three?" Jeff asked. "It sounds like we all agree 
there are two couples."

"Yes, probably," I answered. "But we want to be sure 
and not rush things. The night we arrive, Beth and I 
will share a room and each of you will have your own. 
We'll use that night as a kind of final test." Robin 
and Jeff looked at me. This had been my idea; Beth had 
agreed reluctantly. "Assuming we're still OK with 
the...um...reshuffling, from then on I'll be with Robin 
and Beth will stay with Jeff."

"And where will everyone sleep after night one?" Robin 
inquired, though she already knew the answer.

"If you and I choose to sleep together, darling, in 
your room," I said with a smile. "Beth and Jeff will 
use his." Beth took Jeff's hand, leaned toward him, and 
kissed him deeply on the mouth. I went on, "The room 
Beth and I share on night one will be for either or 
both of us if we have second thoughts. I don't think 
that's likely, given the sexual tension I sense at this 
table." We all had a good laugh at that, and the 
atmosphere became more relaxed. Robin's hand stroked my 
thigh under the table; I had the sense Beth and Jeff 
were fondling each other the same way.

Beth and I had agreed on one more detail that we didn't 
bother to share with the others. If either of us went 
to bed with our new lover, we would remove our wedding 
ring. It would be a simple, visual signal that our 
marriage was finished.

***

Two weeks later we were on the flight for a long 
weekend in Bermuda. Beth and I had been there before 
for romantic getaways. It seemed strange to be going 
back for another romantic interlude, not with each 
other but our new flames. If, that is, we really ended 
up pairing off with them as planned. Somewhere inside 
me I still expected Beth to decide she still loved me 
more and wanted to stay together. I didn't know whether 
I felt that way because I wanted to be in the driver's 
seat, free to choose between these two beautiful, hot 
women (Beth was starting to seem sexier to me, now that 
I had seen her kissing Jeff) or because I wanted Beth 
back.

On the flight down, Beth sat next to me, while Jeff and 
Robin sat separately. My wife and I said little to each 
other. Much as I wanted to know what she was thinking – 
to learn whether she had some doubt or hesitation – I 
could not find a good way to start the conversation. At 
one point my eyes fastened on her watch, a pretty 
Citizen gold-and-silver bracelet model I had given her 
for our previous anniversary. I wondered whether it 
would soon be leaving scratch marks on Jeff's back as 
it did on mine....

We landed, the four of us collected our bags, and we 
took a shuttle bus to the hotel. The four of us shared 
a dinner table in the hotel restaurant but exchanged 
few words. Although we earlier had spoken of dancing at 
the resort's disco, none of us seemed in the mood for 
that. We killed an hour in the casino, Robin and I 
hanging together by the slot machines, Beth and Jeff 
playing roulette. He had his hands on her every chance 
he got, and she reciprocated.

We said goodnight at the elevator. I kissed Robin 
deeply, as Beth stared at us, and I whispered in 
Robin's ear, "One more night. Then we'll be together."

"Don't have too much fun tonight, my love," she 
murmured in response, and gave me an extra squeeze.

She got off the elevator on her floor. I turned back 
into the elevator and saw Jeff french-kissing my wife, 
his hand stroking her ass. I cleared my throat and they 
both blushed. Jeff's room and ours were on the same 
floor, at different ends. Beth whispered something to 
him that I could not hear as we parted. I saw him 
smiling broadly as he went the other way.

***

As we had told Jeff and Robin two weeks earlier, Beth 
and I returned to our room to share a bed. Implicitly, 
it was understood that we would make love and decide 
afterwards whether to proceed with the new pairing on 
day two.

It was an awkward situation and neither Beth nor I 
spoke much. We each tried to read for a while, then we 
turned on the TV. Finally Beth yawned and said she was 
getting sleepy. I turned off the set, reached over to 
embrace her, and kissed her. I left the light on, as I 
always did, so I could see her body in the midst of our 
passion. Even as we started to make love, though, I 
could sense the distance between us and her coolness.

But as our hands began to roam across each other's 
body, our breathing became harder. I lifted her pajama 
tank top and caressed her tits until they stiffened. 
After a few minutes of this, I slid down her body, 
tugged her panties off, and began to tongue her pussy 
lips and clit. She tasted wonderful, as she always did. 
I moved my hands under her ass cheeks, gripped them 
firmly, and increased the speed of my pussy-lapping. 
Beth was becoming more aroused and writhed under my 
tongue. I knew she was enjoying it, whether she wanted 
to or not.

To my surprise, she gently pushed me off her. "Just a 
second, dear," she said. "Let me put my diaphragm in." 
She slipped quickly into the bathroom. I was a little 
disappointed, wanting to bring her to orgasm orally 
first. She has her most intense climaxes that way, much 
more forceful than during intercourse.

When she returned, she said, in a soft but determined 
voice, "Andy, I would like you to turn the light off 
tonight."

I was caught off guard. Beth knew I enjoyed the visual 
aspect of sex. "Why?"

"No reason, really. I prefer the dark tonight."

Not wanting to spoil the moment for her, I shut off the 
lamp beside the bed. We resumed kissing, me on top, and 
within seconds Beth became far more passionate. Her 
tongue forced itself into my mouth, her teeth bit my 
lips hard enough to hurt, and her finger nails clawed 
my back and shoulders. The bracelet band of her watch 
scratched my back. I could feel moisture seeping from 
her pussy as her pelvis humped against me.

Wordlessly, she spread her legs and guided my dick to 
the opening of her cunt. With one thrust I buried 
myself in her delicious womanhood, warm and slick and 
tight, and I heard her grunt at the abruptness of my 
penetration. It had been rare lately to find her so 
lubricated with her own juices when I entered her. Her 
legs wrapped around my waist and her hands clutched my 
buns. As I plunged in and out, she became louder in her 
moans.

We hadn't made love with such enthusiasm in years. What 
had we done to rekindle the romance? Could we keep this 
up and sustain our marriage after we had pushed it to 
the brink of dissolution?

"Ahhh, yes," Beth gasped. "More. Harder. Ugggh.... 
oooh.... like that, oh, like that, jjjjjeee... yes.... 
jjjjee.... aaahhhHHHHH!" Her cunt gripped my prick as 
she convulsed in a loud orgasm that made the bed shake. 
She held me tight to her breasts, bucking with the 
waves of passion, and twisted her face to kiss me, her 
tongue exploding into my mouth. I could feel her chest 
rise and fall with each hard breath. 

But after a minute, she suddenly turned her head away. 
Her hands relaxed their grip and merely rested upon me.

And then it hit me. She had just fantasized herself 
making love to Jeff. In fact, she had almost uttered 
his name, the "j" sound I heard. Oddly, I was even more 
turned on by this. I imagined them together in bed, 
fucking like horny teenagers again, and pictured myself 
as Jeff banging my wife. It was incredibly arousing. I 
resumed my in-and-out thrusts. Beth barely touched me 
and even in the darkness I could tell her face was 
turned away from me. In less than three minutes, I 
came, too, in a remarkably intense climax.

I collapsed atop my wife. I realized that she was not 
holding me, as she always had after lovemaking, even 
when our marriage had gotten shaky. It was dark, but I 
knew her arms were at her side and she was staring at 
the ceiling. After a polite interval, she gently nudged 
me off her and rolled on her side away from me. I slid 
behind her to snuggle her, only to feel her stiffen in 
response. "Please don't. I'm too hot," she said softly. 
I moved back to my side of the bed.

"You were fantasizing about Jeff before, weren't you?"

A long pause. "Yes."

A few moments of silence.

"And you were making love to Robin," she said. It 
sounded as though she was fighting back tears.

"That's right," I lied.

"Sleep tight."

"You, too, darling," I replied. "You and Jeff will be 
together tomorrow, as planned, and I'll spend the day 
with Robin. It's what we both really want." I could 
hear her crying clearly now, in the dark.

I drifted off to sleep.

** *

I slept fitfully, with odd, erotic dreams.

In one vivid one, Robin and I sat naked together on the 
end of the bed, watching Beth and Jeff make love in 
various positions. Robin provided play-by-play 
commentary. Jeff straddled Beth's chest as she 
pleasured him with her tongue. His dick was enormous, 
at least twelve inches.

Robin said, "Boy, Jeff has a big cock. But look at her 
open wide for him." Now he was literally fucking her 
mouth. "She's deep-throating him, her nose is in the 
red hairs at the base of his dick. I couldn't do that. 
I can't believe she doesn't gag. Oh, look, he's cumming 
in her mouth. That's it, Beth, swallow his jism, every 
drop." The dream Beth sucked even harder at Robin's 
words. In reality, Beth detested the taste of semen and 
would never let me cum in her mouth.

As Robin narrated in the dream, she played with my 
cock, keeping me rock hard but not letting me cum. My 
prick seemed tiny, fitting easily in her hand. "I'm 
going to do that to you, too, baby, as soon as they 
finish with the bed. Look at that, though, he came but 
he's still hard. We're not getting our turn yet. He's 
turning her over onto her knees. What's that? Look! 
He's putting his dick in her ass. Her first-ever anal 
sex. Look at her clutch that pillow! Listen to her 
grunting. Bet she won't be sitting happily on the plane 
home. Gotta admire her spirit, though – she'll do 
anything for her new man...."

I wouldn't have to pay a psychiatrist to interpret that 
one.

***

When I awoke the next morning, Beth was gone, along 
with her suitcase. She had left a couple of things in 
the bathroom, such as her diaphragm case. I figured she 
would be back at some point during the day. After I 
packed by bag, I phoned Robin.

"Are we still on for today?" she asked. I could hear 
the tension in her voice.

"Absolutely!" I exclaimed.

We met for breakfast, which included some kissing, and 
then spent a couple of hours by the pool. It gave me a 
good chance to admire her body in her one-piece 
swimsuit. Robin tans more quickly and deeply than Beth; 
her skin had a golden glow. If twenty years had 
produced a little sagging (on all four of us), it was 
barely noticeable. Robin kept her body well-toned from 
exercise.

Later we swam in the warm water and embraced often. One 
time Robin wrapped her legs around my waist. I loved 
the feeling of her smooth thighs as I held her and we 
necked in the pool. I ran my hand across the delicate 
curve of her shoulders and down to her slender waist.

"You have perfect skin and a perfect body," I murmured 
to her. She kissed me passionately in response, her 
tongue thrusting into my mouth.

The day was filled with a busy round of activities – 
lunch, some tennis, another swim followed by rum punch, 
and, after a quick shower together (lots of kissing), a 
romantic candle-lit dinner. We held hands and made 
plans for our bright future together. I was eager for 
the evening to end so we could finally make love all 
night long. We decided, though, to first use some of 
our pent-up sexual energy dancing at the resort's 
disco.

***

The place was crowded with people, so it was a few 
minutes before I caught sight of a familiar couple – 
Beth and Jeff bumping and grinding on the dance floor. 
What struck me first was Beth's outfit. She wore skin-
tight black leather pants and a clinging, skimpy black 
tank top. Her every delicious curve was plainly visible 
to admiring male eyes. I noticed that other men around 
the dance floor were checking her out.

After a few minutes Jeff saw us and waved. We 
approached and greeted each other with hugs, like long-
lost friends. As Beth embraced me, I saw out of the 
corner of my eye that she was wearing a new watch. My 
heart seemed to leap into my throat and my cock started 
to swell.

As a slow song started to play, I said to her, "May I 
have this dance?" She smiled and nodded. Jeff and Robin 
continued to chat.

Beth and I moved onto the dance floor into the middle 
of the crowd. I held her close, catching the scent of 
her perfume and shampoo. When she rested her arm on 
mine, I got a close look at her new watch. It had a 
shiny black band and a round white dial. The band 
contrasted strikingly with her pale skin.

"That's a lovely watch. Present from Jeff?" I asked.

"Yes. Today, in fact." She well knew my thing about her 
wristwatches. "And while we're on the subject of 
jewelry, that wasn't the only change I made."

She glanced down at her left hand, resting on my 
shoulder, and my gaze followed hers. She no longer wore 
her wedding band.

I knew what that meant: they had consummated their 
passion.

I felt a wave of emotions. Jealousy, resentment that 
she had acted so quickly – more quickly than me, anger. 
But the image of the two of them making love swept all 
else aside, as it had the night before. I felt my cock 
harden rapidly.

Pressed close against me, Beth felt it, too, through 
her ultra tight pants. She stopped dancing and looked 
at me with an expression of astonishment.

"I don't believe it," she hissed, in a voice only I 
could hear. "I tell you I've slept with another man, 
that I've broken our marital vows, and you're aroused? 
Jeff makes love to me, turns you into a cuckold, and 
instead of expressing anger or possessiveness, you get 
an erection. I don't understand you."

"Did you have an orgasm?" The question slipped out 
before I could stop myself. I had always comforted 
myself with the fact that I knew how to please Beth 
better than he had.

"Did I what?" She was taken aback at my impertinence. 
"OK, you want to know more? Come with me." She led me 
by the hand to the back of the disco, down a 
passageway, trying several doors before she found an 
unlocked one. We were inside a small storage closet, 
with a bare bulb overhead. She locked us in and then 
pressed me against the wall opposite the door, with her 
thigh pressed against my crotch, against my stiff dick. 
Beth's eyes were ablaze with fury. I was nervous, 
perhaps scared. I had never seen my wife like this 
before.

She told me to give her my handkerchief. Then she 
unfastened my khakis and slid it inside my underwear. 
"I don't want you to make a mess, Andy, that you won't 
be able to explain to Robin when you go back to her in 
a few minutes." At the mention of her name, I blushed 
deep red. But I made no effort to leave.

"So you want the details, honey?" she said coolly. I 
nodded. Her eyes never left mine. "Well, OK. This is 
the last time you and I are ever going to have this 
kind of conversation. Jeff and I left the jewelry store 
and went back to his hotel room. We started to neck 
passionately on the elevator. We weren't alone, but we 
didn't care. When we got to his room I slowly undressed 
before him; he did the same. We embraced and kissed. 
Like this." Beth leaned forward and kissed me softly on 
the mouth. "It was soft and sensual. Then it became 
very, very hot. Our hands were all over each other. I 
felt his erection pressing against me."

Her lips were just a couple of inches from mine, poised 
to kiss me again. I leaned toward her, but now she drew 
back.

"Jeff stopped kissing me and reached down to my wrist. 
He unsnapped my watch, the one you gave me. The one I 
wore last night in bed with you. He took out this new 
watch" – she held it up for my inspection – "and 
strapped it to my wrist. You men seem to like us to 
wear the toys you give us. You don't let us take them 
off, even in bed. No, especially in bed. Why is that, I 
wonder? Staking your claim of possession, perhaps?"

She pressed her thigh more firmly in my crotch, and 
begin a rhythmic humping. I moaned and my breathing 
quickened..

"Easy, Andy, easy. If you can't control yourself better 
than this you won't hear the rest of my story." I 
willed myself not to cum. "Jeff lifted me up and 
carried me in his powerful arms over to the bed. He's 
so much stronger than you. It was so romantic. He laid 
me on the bed and stood over me, his cock sticking 
straight out.

"I looked up at him and as our eyes locked together I 
removed my wedding ring and my engagement ring and set 
them on the night table. Then I pulled him onto me. 
‘Now I'm yours, Jeff,' I told him. We kissed some more 
and his hands roamed all over my bare skin. He was 
tender and gentle. I was on fire. It was never like 
that when we were in college. I spread my legs apart 
and felt the tip of his dick brush against the lips of 
my vagina. I was soooo wet! He looked into my eyes and 
I said, ‘Take me!' That's right, I actually said ‘Take 
me' to my lover. I never did that with you, Andy, did 
I?"

"I don't think so," I said, my throat dry.

Beth went on, still grinding my swollen cock with her 
thigh. I groaned softly with pleasure. "Well, after 
that, he wasn't gentle. Oh, no, far from it." She 
closed her eyes for a moment, silent, savoring the 
recollection. "He entered me and practically split me 
apart. I had forgotten how big Jeff gets when he's 
aroused. He gave me an amazing fuck, deep hard, 
pounding thrusts. He told me he's wanted me for twenty 
years and he made up his mind to get me back. My hands 
played with his chest and his abdomen."

She rested her hands on my shoulders. "I rubbed the 
band of my new love watch on the side of his face, like 
this..." She pressed the band against my cheeks. I 
turned to lick and kiss it, and she let me. "I see you 
like that. He liked it, too, the symbol of his 
conquest. I was making enough noise to be heard down 
the hall, not just next door. And when he came inside 
me, he gave this great roar of triumph, and collapsed 
on top of me spent and happy. I was now his woman, 
forever. We lay like that for a long time. "

I was now gasping, my orgasm on the verge of exploding. 
I was humping Beth's thigh, which was pressed against 
my crotch. The image of Jeff fucking my wife, her hands 
roaming across his back or clutching his buns to draw 
him deeper, the black watchband stark against her pale 
skin, was overpowering. This was the most intensely 
erotic moment of our marriage, here at the very end.

She knew she had me on the edge. I managed to gasp out 
one more question as I felt my climax start to well up 
from the base of my testicles.. "Did he...make 
you...cum?"

"Ah, YeeEEAH!" Beth's eyes locked on mine. "And not 
just once. Oh, no, I had multiple orgasms. Can you 
imagine how incredibly good that feels to a woman? Let 
me help you understand, Andy." I closed my eyes. 
Between each short phrase that followed, she grinded 
her leather-clad thigh into my crotch. "Multiple... 
rippling... mindblowing... earth-shaking... falling-
off-the-edge-of-the-world-into-the-abyss orgasms."

A gutteral roar escaped my throat, which Beth helped 
muffled by clamping her hand over my mouth, and my jism 
spurted into my handkerchief. My knees buckled. I 
clutched at Beth's arms and she held my waist to 
support me as I humped her thigh until the waves 
subsided.

She kissed my sweetly on the lips. "Consider that my 
farewell present. I'm Jeff's woman now. Understand?" I 
nodded. "OK. Now clean yourself up. I'll tell Robin you 
were feeling a little ill from the heat of the dance 
floor. That will give you some time."

"Thanks," I said, my breath slowing to normal. 
"Thanks... for everything."

"What are friends for?" Beth was smiling again. "Go 
make Robin a happy woman tonight. I'll see you at 
breakfast."

***

By the time I had made myself presentable and found 
Robin sitting over drinks at a table, Beth and Jeff had 
disappeared. Robin asked me if I was OK; I told her the 
heat of the dancing had gotten to me. We sipped our 
drinks, danced a couple of slow numbers, and as we 
looked into each other's eyes we both knew it was time 
to go to her room. With this beautiful creature by my 
side, I had no trouble recovering my sex drive before 
her key was in the door.

Once we were in her room, Robin bade me to sit in the 
chair. She slowly peeled off her clothes. As she did 
so, she began a running commentary.

"I've been dreaming about this moment, Andy.... I saw 
the way you looked at me when we were together at our 
little lunches.... I wondered how long you could resist 
touching my skin." She ran her hands sensually up and 
down her slender arms with her long, delicate fingers. 
I sat there, transfixed. Then she removed her top and 
unfastened her bra. "I wanted to feel your tongue on my 
nipples, to feel them swell between your lips. My 
breasts are smaller than Beth's, but I think you really 
like them more, don't you?" I could only nod in 
agreement. It was true. At that moment, Robin was the 
sexiest woman in the universe.

Then she slid down her pants and panties, turning her 
behind to me as she did. "What you like most of all is 
my lovely, round ass, yes?" Again I nodded. "I thought 
so. You find it irresistible. My thin waist widens into 
these large, smooth cheeks that you wanted so much to 
fondle and kiss. You've been thinking about what you'd 
like to do to my ass for a long time, haven't you, you 
bad boy?"

"It's as though you could read my mind, darling, " I 
managed to say.

"Oh, your mind is an open book, Andy. You've been a 
patient man, faithful to your wife to the end. And now 
you get your reward – me. Tonight and forever." She 
held out her arms to me.

I stood and embraced her. She helped my out of my 
clothes and we held each other for a long moment, 
savoring the sweetness of each other's bare flesh. I 
asked her about protection and she told me she had 
started back on the pill some months before, when we 
started to have regular lunch dates.

Her next words startled me.

"I noticed tonight that Beth had taken off her wedding 
ring. Don't you think it's time for you to do the 
same?"

I smiled at her keen powers of observation. But I was 
not surprised. Robin had been awaiting a signal that my 
marriage to Beth was over. Now Robin and I had arrived 
at last at our destination. I slid the ring off my 
finger.

Robin lay down on the bed and I lay atop her. We kissed 
for a long time. My hands stroked her body, especially 
her round behind. Hers found my cock and stroked it 
gently to a new level of harness. I felt the mesh band 
of her gold watch lightly scratch my belly.

As our passions mounted, we maneuvered into a 69 
position, with Robin on top. I loved the taste of her 
pussy, and being able to massage her firm, ample buns 
was a tremendous turn-on. She gently licked the tip of 
my cock and then drew a couple of inches into her 
mouth. She genuinely enjoys oral sex, giving as well as 
receiving..

But I was quicker to arouse her to a peak. Soon I heard 
her moaning as my tongue traced rapid little circles 
around her clit, and she became too distracted by her 
own mounting pleasure to pay much attention to my rod. 
She pressed her cunt, slick with her love juices, down 
on my face. Everything I could taste, everything I 
could smell, was Robin. I had waited so long for this 
moment. I licked her more fiercely and was rewarded 
with a very loud, bucking climax.

I let her recover nestled in my arms. She played gently 
with my dick to keep it from going soft. "That was 
incredible, Andy. I've never known a man's tongue could 
do that to me. I'm all tingly inside."

Robin rolled onto her back and drew me on top of her. 
She parted her legs and guided the tip of my cock to 
her pussy lips. She was so well lubricated I slid in 
easily. She was tight and moist, a slice of heaven.

As I began to thrust slowly and deeply, Robin wrapped 
her legs around my back. "Fuck me, my love," she 
murmured. "Fuck me hard!!" Beth had never spoken to me 
like that when we were making love; she was too refined 
-- or so I had thought until our encounter earlier in 
the evening. Robin was uninhibited in her passion. "Oh, 
that feels so good. You're so big inside me, it feels 
like you're going to come right out my throat." I 
slammed into her and felt my balls slap against her.

My orgasm caught me by surprise. I'm used to 
controlling the pace of my climax, but this time it 
just welled up from the base of my testicles. I came in 
great spasms, accompanied by my loud grunts.

Afterwards, Robin held me tightly and we kissed until 
we were ready for another round. This one began with 
her on top, straddling my erection as she rocked back 
and forth. It was a great position for fondling her 
ass. Other positions, some familiar and a couple I had 
never tried before, followed. Our passion continued 
between short naps for the rest of the night.

***

The next morning, while Robin slept in, I went down to 
the dining room to meet Beth for breakfast as planned. 
She was sitting at a table, sipping a cup up coffee, 
dressed in t-shirt and shorts. I approached her and 
gave her a quick peck on the cheek. She looked lovely, 
aglow with life.

"Somebody looks happy this morning," I said, with a 
smile. "Long night?"

"Mmm, very," she replied in a dreamy voice. "And 
yours?"

"Likewise."

As we studied the menu, I noticed she was wearing her 
new watch. She followed my gaze.

"Did you put your watch on for my benefit?"

"I never had the chance to take it off last night."

"Boy, if that watch could talk..." I said with a smile.

Beth blushed. "I'd have to strangle it," she giggled.

We stared at each other in silence for a moment.

Then Beth spoke again. "He bought me a more expensive 
piece of jewelry, too... a diamond engagement ring." I 
gave a start. The note of finality caught me off guard. 
"I'm not wearing that in public until, well, you 
know..."

"Our divorce?"

She nodded.

"But I bet you wore it when you made love last night?" 
She nodded again. It was her turn to redden.

"Well, congratulations. I hope you and he will be very 
happy together. I haven't asked Robin to marry me yet, 
but I expect I will, soon."

There was one more thing I wanted to know. "When I was 
in our room yesterday, I noticed your diaphragm case 
was still there..."

"Yes. I'm not using birth control with Jeff. We want to 
start a new family right away. At my age, I don't have 
a lot of time." I pictured their lovemaking again, and 
realized that its intensity must have been even greater 
than I had imagined. I knew how passionate Beth was 
when she had decided to make a baby.

"I'll miss you, Beth," I said, a lump in my throat. 
"but I'm really, really happy for you."

"Thank you. And I'm happy for you, too, darling. We're 
going to make this work for us and the kids." A tear 
trickled down from the corner of her eyes.

***

Robin and I decided to spend some time that day 
shopping. As we walked hand-in-hand, I saw the duty-
free jewelry store. I knew right away what I wanted to 
buy Robin.

"Let's go inside, honey, I want to get you a present," 
I coaxed.

"That sounds nice," she said, her eyes lighting up. 
"What will it be? A certain ring, perhaps?..."

"I want that, too, but it's a little soon. Gotta wait 
for the divorce, or at least the legal separation. No, 
today, it'll be a watch."

"But I already have a nice watch," she said in a 
puzzled voice. Then she went on, knowingly, "You seemed 
to like it last night when I scratched you with it..."

She was right, of course. But I had a particular watch 
in mind.

"I sure did. Still, I think I should tell you about one 
of my little fetishes, if we can call it that. When I 
fall in love with a woman, I want her to wear a watch I 
give her when we make love. A sign, a token of...."

"Possession?"

"Yes."

She looked into my eyes. "I will wear any mark of 
possession you give me, darling. I want you to know I'm 
yours forever."

My cock hardened as she spoke. We entered the store and 
began to peruse the ladies watches. She pointed to a 
couple she liked and I murmured non-committal 
responses. I was looking for one particular watch. And 
then I saw it – the thin, shiny black band and the 
round white face. The same one Jeff had given Beth.

"I like that one," I said, pointing to it. I held my 
breath, hoping she would like it – and that she hadn't 
noticed Beth wearing it last night.

Robin's eyes lit up. "It's beautiful!" she exclaimed.

I asked the salesman to let her try it on. As she did, 
he said, "This seems to be a very popular item. I sold 
one just like it yesterday afternoon. There was a 
couple..." Before he could go on, I caught his eye and 
put a finger to my lips to signal him to be silent. He 
moved off a bit.

Robin held the watch in front of the mirror, studying 
herself. "Do you like it, darling?"

My mouth was dry. I could only nod. Robin leaned 
against me and her hip brushed my erection through my 
pants. She looked at me, with a startled but pleased 
expression. "Oh, my! I can see that you do. With this 
watch, I'll never be lonely again." My shit-eating, 
puppy-dog grin confirmed her point.

We paid and I insisted on returning to our hotel room 
to "try it out." Hours of intense love-making followed. 
Sometimes I was making love to Robin both physically 
and in my mind; at other times, I fantasized I was with 
Beth or that I was Jeff fucking Beth. It was hard to 
tell which produced the bigger orgasms. Our favorite 
position was doggy-style, me lying atop Robin, resting 
on her big ass and thrusting into her from behind, our 
fingers intertwined. We could both see her watch. I 
would lick her ears and tell her she was now mine, and 
she would kiss me hotly over her shoulder.

I hadn't cum so many times in a single afternoon and 
evening – dinner was a brief interruption for room 
service – since my honeymoon with Beth twenty years 
earlier. I was proud of my staying power and Robin was 
mightily impressed with her new stud. Before we fell 
asleep I proposed to her and she said yes.

***

The next morning was our departure day. We had arranged 
to sit in pairs on the flight home. There was no need 
to discuss what the seating would be. Robin and I would 
be together; Beth and Jeff would be several rows ahead. 
They arrived just in time for the flight, which was 
just as well. Beth gets cold on a plane so she wore a 
sweater that covered her wrist. But Robin had on a t-
shirt and her new watch stood out on her tan skin. I 
knew Beth would see it at some point, and I didn't know 
whether she would say anything.

After the aircraft leveled off at altitude, Beth made 
her way back to us. She asked Robin if she could sit 
with me for a few minutes to discuss some arrangements 
back home. Robin went forward to sit with Jeff. When 
she was out of earshot, Beth turned to me.

"I see Robin has a new watch," she said.

I smiled. "You have sharp eyes."

"I know you too well, dear. I was sure it would be the 
first thing you bought her. And when did you two 
lovebirds go shopping for it?"

"Yesterday."

"What an interesting coincidence that Jeff bought me 
the same one the day before. Of course, as you and I 
both know, it wasn't a coincidence." She looked coldly 
at me. "I don't mind telling you I find it a bit 
creepy. You aren't going to be in bed with me anymore."

"I know that," I replied. "Let me explain." She waited 
as I collected my thoughts.

"I finally realized what I wanted. I never wanted to 
choose between you and Robin. I wanted you both."

"Well, I certainly have no interest in being part of 
your harem," she snapped.

"I know that. I fully understand that you have chosen 
Jeff and I have picked Robin. But with that watch, in a 
sense I still get to have my cake and eat it, too. When 
she wears it when we make love" – Beth winced; I could 
tell the thought did not please her – "I can imagine 
I'm making love to her. Or, when I close my eyes, I can 
fantasize it's you. Is that so terrible? Is it wrong 
that I still have passions for the woman I spent the 
last twenty years with?"

She looked out the window in silence. A minute passed, 
then another. Finally she turned back to me and I saw 
tears in her eyes. "No, I guess it makes sense. And I 
appreciate the honesty. We still need to be honest with 
each other, if we're going to be friends."

She paused in thought, considering whether to speak 
what was on her mind.

"I have a confession to make, too." She said, 
hesitantly, looking down at her watch. "After our 
little encounter in the disco closet, I found myself 
incredibly turned on. I had never done anything like 
that before – as you know, I'm not usually the sexual 
aggressor... well, I brought Jeff back to our room and 
practically raped him."

I stirred in my seat and felt my cock start to harden 
again. Beth rested her hand on my thigh and squeezed 
gently, so my eyes were drawn to the watch again, too. 
The bulge in my pants from my erection was obvious; I 
made no attempt to hide my arousal. She smiled and 
looked up at me, so our gaze met as she continued her 
story.

"I didn't even let him get all his clothes off before I 
pushed him onto his back. I went down on him just long 
enough to make him hard and then I mounted him. At that 
moment, I didn't care about his pleasure, I didn't kiss 
him, I just rocked back and forth until I came. And the 
whole time, I was fantasizing I was with you, forcing 
you to fuck me while I wore Jeff's watch, taunting you 
that I was his woman, using you like I had in the 
closet."

My mouth just hung open. Beth gave a naughty, soft 
chuckle. "I must say it was the best single orgasm I 
had all weekend. I felt a little guilty afterwards and 
did my best to make it up to him."

She looked at me, blushing slightly. "So, you see, 
Andy, you can still make me do naughty things, even 
with the new man in my life."

I kissed her on the cheek. "You are wonderful," I said, 
"and Jeff better realize how lucky he is."

"He does. And so is Robin. I can tell she knows it, 
too."

The plane flew onward, taking us to our new lives.

END

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