The following original story is a fictional work written by Lingus.
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The sexual practices described herein are neither suggested nor
condoned. Safe sex is always recommended. These stories are posted
solely for readers' fantasy enjoyment.

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Joan's Lesson in Success

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. 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 hungover 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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