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.
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.