Modern Love story. Chapter 6

In the following days I frequently thought about what had happened. There were a number of occasions when I questioned my own rationality. How many men get off secretly watching their wives being unfaithful? My head recognized that this was hardly normal behavior, but it was my prick that exerted the most influence and, however amoral it was, I could not deny that I had found it incredibly arousing. Because of this I was rangier than ever. But I wasn't the only one.

Kelly was always ready for it too and we would indulge ourselves at every opportunity. Maybe Kelly was subconsciously trying to atone for her infidelity with Carl. Maybe I was subconsciously trying to show her that she didn't need him. Whatever the reasons our lovemaking had never been more prolific.

Unfortunately this blissful period of sexual harmony was soon to be interrupted. A major project came up at the office and the amount of work involved was incredible. The man I had planned to meet in Zurich had recovered from his accident and his company had launched their takeover bid. However, in the interim, a rival company had got wind of their impending action and decided to make a bid for the same company. A full-scale takeover battle then ensued.

We had to work round the clock producing information to support our client and to undermine the claims of their rival. They, of course, had advisers doing exactly the same thing on their behalf. We would then have to advise our client how best to refute the negative comments made by the other side. And so it went on. And whilst all this was happening we were also trying to secure additional funding to cover the inevitable increase in the share price of the target company.

It was a regular occurrence for me to get home after midnight and I would be so shattered that I just crashed out. I was not home to notice that Kelly was going to the gym and to her tennis club more often than usual. Our exhaustive efforts were not in vain, however, and it was our client who finally won the battle.

All of us who had been deeply involved were promised some free time to relax and recharge our batteries. I was in line for a reasonable bonus too so there was a double cause for celebration. I took the afternoon off and on the way home I bought some flowers and a bottle of champagne.

When I got home Kelly was out. I knew that she had taken the day off, so I was slightly surprised not to find her at home. However, I wasn't too worried because at least it gave me a chance to chill the bubbly and to take a shower. She came in about an hour later and looked surprised to see me. She was wearing a tight fitted pale blue cotton top, obviating the need for a bra, and a short white skirt. She was bare legged.

"You're home early!" she said.

"I've got something to celebrate, Kelly. We've won! And after all the hours I've put in, I thought it would be nice to come home early, especially as you had the day off. I thought you'd be pleased."

"I am," she said but I sensed that something was not right. I gave her the flowers and kissed her. She went to walk away saying she wanted to take a quick shower but I caught up with her. And then I detected the unmistakable aroma. She'd recently had sex! I asked her outright and she looked straight into my eyes as she admitted that she had been with Carl that afternoon. I asked how long it had been going on and she told me that she had been seeing him for the past four weeks. She reminded me of the conversation we'd had about it.

"I actually asked you, Ben, and you raised no objection to my seeing him again, did you?"

"I know, but... " I did not know what I was trying to say.

Kelly continued, "Ben, I never used to think sex was that important but something's happened to me since we started watching your films. It's as if something dormant in me has been awakened; something I never even knew was there. Look, Ben, I don't want to sound like a nymphomaniac, but I need regular sex."

How bloody ironic! We had only got in this situation in the first place because that was the one thing I was not getting.

"But we have been having great sex, Kelly."

She laughed. "How can you possibly say that, Ben? I agree we did for a while but the last time we made love was two weeks ago. During the past five or six weeks we have had sex no more than three or four times at the most. I know you've been exhausted by all the pressure at work," Kelly shook her head, "and I know you needed your sleep but I have needs too. I need to feel wanted; I also need sex. Do you know I've even bought a bloody vibrator! But it's not the same." There was a momentary pause. "And that's where Carl comes in. He gives me the real thing. That's all he wants from me. And that's all I want from him, too. We have a perfect relationship and it is based solely on sex."

"Just sex?"

She answered my unspoken question before she dealt with the one I had asked. "I am fond of him, Ben, but I don't love him, if that's what you're thinking." She carried on in her soft sensual voice, "And to answer your question, yes, it is just sex." I knew there was something else she wanted to say, so I waited. "He is very good in bed and it is very satisfying."

"So it will carry on then, Kelly?" My stomach was churning as I waited for her answer.

"I don't want it to stop, Ben, if that's what you're asking." Kelly looked at me, knowingly biting her lower lip in that seductive fashion of hers. If ever there was a bittersweet moment, it was then.

She was just standing there, totally impassive and with her arms at her side. I embraced her and told her how much I loved her. Her eyes welled up and then her arms were round my neck and we kissed passionately. I reached down to unzip her skirt and it fell in a crumpled heap around her feet. She undid my shirt and I quickly removed it, together with the rest of my clothes. Then I knelt down and pressed my lips against the soft curve of her stomach.

She was wearing skimpy white panties. And they were skimpy too! I put my hands under the thin lace strips and gently eased them down her legs. I immediately saw that the cotton in actual contact with that most intimate part of her was not white. His semen, oozing out of her, had caused the fabric to become wet and the crisp whiteness was now a translucent grey. Kelly stepped out of them when she felt them round her ankles and I picked them up. I trailed my finger in the wet patch.

"I see he's still not using a condom." I was stating the obvious.

"I'm hardly likely to get pregnant, am I?" she retorted. "He did use a condom the second time but we both prefer it without. It's not a problem for me because as soon as I come home I can use the bidet. Anyway, why are you concerned? If I remember rightly, you liked it last time!"

I could not dispute that. It had been incredibly erotic, licking her after he'd cum in her. But surely, that had been a one-off. It was hardly likely to become a habit, was it? There was another silence. She just stood there, her vulva right in front of my face, waiting for me to answer her.

She sensed what my answer would be when she felt my tongue briefly penetrate her. The taste was just as I remembered. She knew her prescience was spot on when I looked up at her.

"You don't have to use the bidet every time, Kelly."

And then we were both on the floor fucking for all we were worth. Perhaps it was the two weeks without, perhaps it was because she had been with Carl, but wet as she was, loose as she was, it was not long before I was spurting into her, and she was being filled up with spunk for the second time that same afternoon.

I told Kelly that I would like to take her out to dinner. Her pleasure was only marginally tempered when I asked her if she would refrain from using the bidet, and would agree to go out in the same skimpy panties that she'd just taken off. After she had otherwise freshened up and dressed we were sitting in the lounge waiting for a minicab to arrive.

Kelly's lean bare legs looked terrific; whatever ever else she'd been doing, she had been playing quite a bit of tennis and they were going a nice shade of brown. We opened the champagne whilst we waited. I raised my glass to the sexiest woman I'd ever known and she responded, nominating me as the most tolerant husband in the world. The minicab arrived and we went out to dinner.

There were a number of people already in the restaurant, and Kelly attracted no little interest. I found myself wondering how much more interest she might have attracted had anyone known that two different men had cum inside her that very afternoon and that she was still wet, a condition exacerbated as she walked to our candlelit table. The meal was very good and Kelly, who had a real glow about her, was on top form. We were enjoying a wonderful romantic evening together.

Occasionally there would be a slight lull in our conversation and when this happened, a thought kept recurring. I had initially rejected it as insane but it was insidious. I realized that when Kelly had been with her lover, and especially when there was evidence of the encounter, there was a new dimension to our lovemaking.

That afternoon had been a case in point. I also recalled how exciting it had been that night when I'd come home unexpectedly and when I had secretly watched them. What would it be like if I were to watch them with their knowledge? What if we were to be in the same room together and they were to have sex in front of me? I began to consider how I might be able to engineer such a situation. Slowly an idea began to take shape.