Moving On 2

Decisions, decisions.

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Catch up with the previous episodes of my life with Linda here

“That was yummy, but I’m ready for more. Why should we have all the fun John? Want to join us?”

Fuck! I hadn’t expected that. Linda and I had never discussed straying from our marital bonds. Ok, what she was doing now was, I suppose, Linda doing just that, straying, but she wasn’t fucking another guy, not even playing with one. As far as I knew she never had since we had been together. I certainly hadn’t been with another woman. Sure, I had looked and lusted but what healthy, warm blooded male hadn’t? All sorts of things aroused me, as they clearly did Linda, but we had never really talked about them. Maybe we should have, then we would both have a better idea how to handle this situation.

Too late now. Here was a sexy, alluring woman, naked in front of me, having brought my equally naked wife to a mind bending orgasm, and she was suggesting I should join them. What would Linda think? How would she react to my getting intimate with another woman? Somehow, that seemed so much worse than the two girls playing together. It was like a threatening fork in the road, one path being obscured in darkness. I make no bones about it, I was sorely tempted, but I was scared too. What if I did start making out with Becca, another woman, would this give Linda the right to experiment with other men? What if she liked it? Liked it so much that she drifted away from me and, eventually, I lost her? That thought sent a chill through my being. I loved Linda with all my heart and, although I enjoyed the lusty thoughts she engendered in other men, I wasn’t sure I wanted to think of her fucking anyone else but me.

I must have had as look of shock on my face to accompany my silence and uncertainty. Becca looked across at me and said, “John, are you ok?” Linda seemed to come down from her high, looked across at me and burst into tears.

“Oh God John, I’m so sorry, I should never have done that, I was just caught up in the moment. Please don’t take it seriously, it was just a bit of fun.”

However intense and passionate the atmosphere had been, I had killed it stone dead. Suddenly all three of us were talking over each other, each of us apologising for what had happened. I held up my hand, and the other two fell silent.

“Firstly, it’s me who needs to apologise,” I began. “I hadn’t thought things through and, if I’m honest, I expected something to happen between you and Becca, Linda. In fact, I think I hoped it would. I was excited at the thought of you with another woman, and seeing you both was huge turn on for me. But I hadn’t had a single thought about what might happen next. So I’m sorry if I have killed the mood. Linda, I don’t mind your making love with Becca, in fact I want you to feel free to explore your sexuality to the full, but I’m worried what it might do to us.”

Linda opened her mouth to speak but Becca beat her to it.

“It seems to me that you two need to have that conversation before any of us goes further with anything. The last thing I want is to break up your marriage. I’ll take myself up to bed and leave you to have a chat.”

Becca jumped up, grabbed her discarded clothing and scampered off up the stairs. Linda looked woefully at me, tears still in her eyes. I patted my lap and said, “Come and sit with me darling and lets talk about this. Put something on so you don’t get cold, and don’t be upset. This is all on me.”

Doing as I asked, Linda soon joined me on the sofa, cuddling in to me and looking up at me with a worried expression.

“Darling, I’m sorry,” I started, “I loved seeing you with Becca and it turned me on like crazy, but I don’t now how you feel about me getting into the action. How will you feel if you see me getting hot and horny with both of you, maybe me kissing Becca, licking Becca’s pussy, even fucking her? We’ve never really discussed this.” I kissed her longingly on her lips, reassuring her that nothing was wrong, a kiss she willingly returned.

“I completely understand that John, really I do, and I shouldn’t have got involved with Becca that way without giving our marriage more thought. I never even knew I could have feelings for a woman until I met her and then I just got carried away, probably the effects of too much wine too. Can you forgive me for not thinking of you or your feelings in the moment? For getting carried away like that?”

I grinned at her and kissed her again. briefly. “You know what they say sweetheart, ‘In vino veritas’. The wine loosened us all up and showed us what we really want. You obviously enjoy sex with a woman and I definitely enjoyed watching. But we still come back to the question - how would you feel seeing me with Becca?”

“John, I love you with all my heart and, being honest, I don’t know how that would make me feel. I might well feel jealous and worried that you would like her more than me, that it would create tensions between us. I don’t want to lose you.”

I kissed her again, mainly to reassure her. “That’s exactly why I didn’t get involved earlier Linda. I feel like we’ve opened a door into a new part of our lives, one that we need to discuss openly and honestly before we explore what lies ahead.”

Linda sat up and looked at me with love in her eyes. “One thing I know for certain John, and that is that I can trust you completely. You had a chance with another woman tonight and turned her down. That says a lot to me. Do you think you can trust me that far? You’ve made it clear to me in the past that you like the exhibitionist streak in me, that the thought of other men lusting after me turns you on. Do you trust me not to let them take their lust further?”

My turn to pause and think. Did I? How would I feel if Linda cheated on me? Would I even know? The though of losing Linda scared me witless but I was pragmatic enough to understand the pressures of sexual desire. Firmly believing that, if the urge is strong enough, anyone of us could give in and seek gratification, I realised that this discussion of ours could represent a turning point in our lives together.

“I trust you completely and totally Linda, but I think we need to get everything out in the open and now is a good time to do it, even thought it’s late. Let’s get another drink and talk this through honestly and openly.”

Drinks replenished, I began by saying, “To me darling, the most important thing is to be open and honest with each other in relation to our fantasies and desires. If we can do that, and agree that neither of us would want to do anything to hurt the other or to put our marriage in danger, then that would be a good start.”

“I agree with that John darling. Secret sexual fantasies are ok, but only if they remain fantasies; and how will we know whether we have the same ones unless we are open about them? But how do we manage to begin being more open about them?”

“Well, let’s start by what we know. We know that you like being admired by other men, that you’re willing to show them almost everything and teasing them turns you on.”

“But John,” she interrupted.

“Just let me finish, Linda. For the sake of openness and complete honesty, I like it too. Knowing that other men lust after you excites me like you would never imagine. So I encourage you to do it and love watching you show yourself off and seeing you exposing yourself.

“Now we have learned that you get a lot of excitement and pleasure from being with Becca and making love with her. You haven’t gone all the way yet with her, but I bet you would love to wouldn’t you?”

She nodded her head, smiling at me. I put my drink down and kissed her again. Even this conversation was exciting me.

“And you enjoyed watching John. I know you did, I saw you wanking.”

“I did, darling, I loved it. But here we come to the important bit. How would you have felt if I had joined in, and perhaps licked Becca’s pussy? Or if you had seen Becca’s lips round my cock? or watched as I fucked Becca? That’s unknown territory for us.”

“You know what darling? I obviously won’t know until it happens, if it ever does; but I have to admit that just thinking about is doing things to me. Sexy things. I want us to go upstairs and make love soon. Can we just do that?”

I wasn’t sure if Linda was ducking the important question, not wanting to upset me, or if she was genuinely getting hornier as we chatted. I didn’t care. I was the only one who hadn’t had any real satisfaction yet, if you get my meaning.

Once in our bedroom it didn’t take long for both of us to be naked under the covers and kissing passionately. Our chat had restored my arousal and Linda clearly felt the same. This wasn’t feverish thrashing though, more gentle caressing and loving.

I soon moved down the bed and Linda parted her legs, knowing exactly what I had planned. I was smitten with the sight of her pussy, especially now during her arousal. Gently, I peeled her outer lips apart, revealing the glistening depths of heaven. Fold upon fold of labia, sparkling with her desire, a succulent oyster with its pearl peeking out from a protective hood. Her aroma inflamed my senses, driving me to suck gently at each of her outer lips in turn. An explosion of taste rolled across my tongue and it was all I could do to stop myself from sucking and gulping wildly at the whole of her fleshy offering. But I owed her more than that, Linda loved me going down on her and she deserved a long slow pleasuring.

She enjoyed being teased too, so I moved lower down the bed, kissing the inside of each thigh as I did so. Reaching her feet, I looked up at her and sucked on each of her toes in turn, licking in between them as well. She groaned and begged me to stop tickling her there. Slowly, oh so slowly, I worked my way back up her legs, kissing each one as I went. That spot behind her knees was another one to make her writhe and sigh.

Finally I reached nirvana again. By now her pussy lips were positively dripping with evidence of her arousal. I pushed three fingers into her slick depths, knowing from experience that she could take them when she was like this.

“Oh God, John, that’s it, fuck me hard with your fingers.”

Too happy to oblige, I began thrusting my fingers in and out, while peeling back her lips with my other hand. I flattened my tongue as well as I could, capturing her sticky juices and swallowing them all. Pure bliss. That little pearl shone with her essence and almost seemed to be teasing me, peaking out from its protective hood. I licked it, once, twice, without ceasing my finger fucking. She bucked against my mouth, squealing out her enjoyment while I did so.

Linda always got particularly excited when I licked her clit from side to side, rather than up and down, so that’s what happened next and, as I expected, she almost erupted.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, that’s it John, you’re going to make me cum soon. Don’t stop now you bastard.”

Nice. But I knew she didn’t mean it. I took her clit between my lips and sucked, hard. At the same time, I pulled my fingers out of her cunt and pushed my thumb in instead. Just for a moment, before resting my thumb against her anus and re-inserting my fingers. Then, I carefully covered my teeth with my lips, and bit down on her clit while simultaneously finger fucking her and pushing my thumb up past her anal sphincter and into her ass.

She came with an almighty roar that could have been heard in the next street. Fountains of her juices squirted from her, pee joining all her other secretions in a heavenly cocktail that I gleefully swallowed, a taste and odour that I so adored.

I kept kissing Linda’s folds as she came down from her high, settling back into the bed with a sigh of absolute satisfaction. Crawling back up the bed, I kissed her other lips, a kiss she gladly returned, despite her taste lingering on my mouth. She smiled at me and said, “That was just wonderful John, but what did you get out of it?”

“Are you kidding me? I love tasting you, pee included, and it feels like the right sort of worship for you.”

“I still don’t get your fixation with my piss John, but if your happy for me to squirt in your mouth, I’m the girl to do it.”

Our earlier conversation had obviously had an effect on both of us, and it seemed to me that our minds and views were fairly well aligned, but I had to be sure before we explored further.

“What if it were Becca squirting in my mouth honey, do you still think you wouldn’t mind? Would you want to watch me and her making love?”

“I’m still not sure sweetheart. The idea turns me on, but I’m frightened too. What if you fall in love with her and want her instead of me?”

“Darling that’s exactly why we’re having this conversation,” I said, gently stroking her left breast as I did so. “I love you more than anyone can imagine and nothing is going to change that. I can’t bear the thought of losing you and, to be honest, the thought of you with another man arouses strange emotions in me. I think watching you with another guy would be so exciting, but I would also have feelings of jealousy and fear as well. Our marriage is the most important thing to me and I would fight to the end still to have you with me, as long as that is what you would want too.”

I bent to her breast and kissed and sucked the nipple that was a stiff peak, pink and firm. Linda moaned again and stirred against my mouth. I didn’t tell her my real view. about sharing. That was too complicated for now and needed us to be in the right frame of mind, not getting increasingly horny talking out what, until now, had been mainly fantasy.

“Of course that’s what I want you dope,” she said, playfully swatting my cheek. “You’re the best lover I’ve ever had and you’re the best man I ever met. I can’t imagine life without you and I don’t want to, ever.”

Felling I should lighten the mood a bit, I moved my hand down to Linda’s stomach and on to her mound, where I drew circles with my finger, lazily teasing her.

“I don’t know if you remember this darling, but after the fashion show, when we were making love, you told me that you wished there was a whole gang of men there, watching us fucking, and you wished they would shoot their cum all over you. Do you remember that?” I asked, moving my hand down to fondle the folds of her very wet pussy.

“Did I say that? Oh god, I must have been really turned on.”

“You were, but is that one of your fantasies?” I pushed two fingers into Linda’s opening, exploring the wrinkles and bumps of her vaginal wall, such an intimate and exciting exploration. She started to buck against my fingers again.

“All right, you’ve got me. Yes, when I’m playing with myself, when you’re not here, that’s one of the things that I imagine. It helps me come, but I’ve never dreamed that it would actually happen. Now John, please put me out of my misery and fuck me.”

“Maybe I will darling. Should I call Becca to come and watch?” I joked, as I positioned my needy cock at the hot haven that was waiting for me.

“Not tonight lover. Tonight you are all mine.” Linda thrust her hips upwards trying to impale herself as she spoke, but I was ready for her. I rubbed my cock up and down between those sticky folds, just grazing her clit with the tip as it passed. Her thrusts became more and more urgent and she grabbed my hips and pulled me fiercely in. Giving in to her needs, I thrust into her ferociously and penetrated her cunt to the hilt. I couldn’t feel her cervix, but I knew exactly how deep it was and exalted in the fact that my manhood was knocking at the door to her womb.

“Oh fuck John, you know how to make me feel good. I love you so much. Don’t ever leave me.”

I grasped a breast in each hand and squeezed them roughly, while still pounding into her time and time again, sensing that right now Linda needed a hard fast fucking. I pinched her nipples and she screamed her delight, grinding herself against my pubic bone and roaring out as she came, violently, her juices squirting and drenching my groin.

I pulled out of her and began furiously wanking my meat, shouting, “Imagine I’m one of those guys darling. I’m going to come on your wonderful naked body. where do you want it.?”

“On my face John, paint my face with your cum. I want to feel it warm and sticky on my lips.”

That did it. Spurt after spurt of hot sticky semen erupted from my cock and fell on her lips, her eyelids and across the rest of her beautiful face. She opened her mouth and took my cock in, draining the last dregs of what had been, for me, a huge ejaculation. Then, smiling up at me, she used her finger to wipe away the rest of the white cream and licked her finger clean.

“Delicious,” she said, with a contented smile.

Well, that had been an eventful evening. I was fairly sure we had made steps in the right direction. Who knew what would come next? one thing was for certain. Our sexual horizons had just got so much broader.