My Wife & Her Lover

MY WIFE & HER LOVER

by Lia Marsh

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All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All sex acts depicted occur between characters 18 years or older, and all sexual acts depicted are consensual.

I've been married for the past 10 years to a wonderful woman that knows just how important my job is to me. I don't know how I got so lucky to have her in my life, and I don't know what I would do without her in it. She shows me love and affection that I didn't even know was possible until I met her, and she satisfies not only my carnal desires, but she also satisfies my mind as well. This woman is a godsend, and I thank God every day that he brought her into my life.

Being an accountant makes me have to be available for my client at all hours of the day or night. She never complains or even seems jealous by the fact that I might be spending time with beautiful women behind her back. It's not just men that need accountants, and it's not just men that are in charge of high profile companies around the world. I've had my temptations over the years, but I always knew what I had waiting for me at home.

“Honey, you seem so far away, and I have to wonder what is going on in that pretty little head of yours.” She was always teasing me, and now she was tapping my skull, trying to make me reveal my deepest darkest secrets. Fortunately, I really didn't have anything else to say, because all of my kinkier tastes had already been laid to bear. In fact, she has taken it upon herself to bring some of those aspects into our marriage, and into our bed. “Come on, you don't seem like you are entirely there.” I didn't want to tell her that I felt there was something missing, or maybe it was more like something lost from our relationship.

“I’m just thinking about this client that I can't seem to satisfy, and I wonder if I should shine a light on it, or just let it be and see where it goes.” I was alluding to the fact that I wasn't measuring up to her expectations, giving her the chance to say it outright and not leave it lingering in the air.

“I think it might be best that you just let sleeping dogs lie, because you never know what this person is going to say. You certainly don't want to lose a big client, especially over something that is so trivial that it doesn't even make sense to mention it.” Was she telling me in her own way that there was something that I needed to know, but in her mind she felt like it didn't matter? These were questions that had been currently plaguing me for the past three weeks, ever since she started going to that new gym in the city. She would come home with a new skip to her step, and whistling a happy tune around the house.

I didn't know what to make of it, only that she seemed happier now than she did when we first met. Maybe she had found that extra little bit of excitement that she needed to complete her life, and who was I to deny her that kind of pleasure and happiness. After all, my entire reason for being was to put her on a pedestal, where I could worship her and give her everything that her heart desires.

“I see what you are saying, but I still feel it might be best to pull the Band-Aid off and do it quickly instead of slow.” I was trying my best to hint at the fact that I wanted to be aware of everything in her life, regardless if she was stepping out on me or not. I really couldn't blame her for any kind of indiscretion, because frankly she was way out of my league. I didn't even know why she was with me in the first place, only that she still claims to this day that she loves me with all her heart. “It's just so frustrating to be in the dark, when whatever he has to say, I will probably be able to deal with it.” Again, this was her one chance to come clean, or I was going to take some more drastic measures that I really didn't want to take.

“It’s up to you, but once you know, there's no way to go back to not knowing.” I could definitely see her point, but my curiosity was at an all-time high, and I couldn't go another day without finding out why suddenly she was happy all the time.

“Well, I better get going, and it’s probably going to be a long day, stretching into the night, so I wouldn't exactly expect me for dinner until after nine.” I had on my brooks Brothers suit, my leather black briefcase in my hand, and the keys to my silver Mercedes-Benz in the other. “If you can take care of that matter with the energy company, because we both know that you can get those things done better than I can.” She had a way with wrapping people around her little finger, and I was no different in that regard.

Diana was wearing a blue negligee that barely covered much at all, and I wasn't going to mention it, because I still love seeing her barely dressed, as much as I did when she was completely naked. Over the years, I had constantly been keeping myself in shape, but mostly because she was a tone marvel of womanhood. Her long black hair still had that silky shine, and to this day I still don't know her secret. Her legs are long and sumptuous, her ass a hard package in itself, and her breasts were natural and defied gravity.

Shaking my head as I went down the walkway, she followed on my heels until we were kissing like lovesick teenagers in the back of their parent’s car. Public displays of affection was no problem for us, as we just didn't care what people thought, and I kind of got a unique thrill out of giving people a brief glance of what they couldn't have. I've seen many a man stop in their tracks with their eyes glued to her body, and each time I have to snicker, thinking that I had what other people wanted. “Mike, I wouldn't worry about anything, and these things have a way of working themselves out. Before long everything usually becomes clear, even if it's by design, or by accident.” She had a mind like a steel trap, and I could see every day that she was smarter than me in ways that made more difference than just the numbers on an IQ test.

Her tongue was insistent, stabbing repeatedly in and out of my mouth in a darting formation, making it very difficult to leave her behind. My cock was harder than stone, and I knew that she was just doing this to tease me. “If I had time, I would bend you over this car and take you in front of everybody in the neighborhood.” Her legs buckled underneath her as she heard my words escape my mouth, and her hand found its way to my swollen member inside my pants.

“Those kinds of promises are not ones that you should say lightly, because one of these days I might just take you up on that offer.” Her penchant for the kinkier side of sex was evident, and we had done some things in the past that would be illegal in some states. She has actually given me a blowjob in a fast food restaurant under the table, but at least it was in the wee hours of the morning and the only people that had captured that show was one of the night crew. He couldn't have been more than 17 years old, but what he had packing in his uniform would make any teenage girl, or even an older cougar very happy.

It wasn't just public sex, but we had also done bondage, with her tying me up, and then me tying her up, blindfolds, hot wax, food, you name it we had done every conceivable thing under the sun. The only thing that we hadn't done, and we promised each other that we wouldn't step over that line, was to take another person into our bed.

The signs were all there, and as I drove out of the driveway, I began to contemplate the plan in my head that would make it virtually impossible for her to hide anything from me. Christina our next-door neighbor was coming out of her house wearing just a towel around her waist, but that wasn't all that unusual for her. She had come from Europe with her husband, who unfortunately died in a car crash, leaving her a widow and on her own. I do what I can to help out, using my considerable muscles to help her move various things in the house, going so far as to cleaning out her gutters in the fall.

You would think that I was doing it magnanimously, but for the most part I just enjoyed getting brief glimpses of her tender body. She was 10 years younger than me, at the ripe age of 29, and she looked like a wet dream come to life. Her body was a work of art that should have been on display in some kind of museum, and that kind of body only came from hard work, which came in the form of jogging every morning, which I just seen her do around 6 AM.

This blonde goddess was the subject of some of my more vivid fantasies, and I had dreamed of myself and her twisted in the sheets. I have even used her image to stimulate me to the point of going off, while having sex with my own wife. I figured that everybody did it, and she was probably picturing Hugh Jackman, while I was pistoning my hard 8 inches between her legs. You just know when somebody is not completely there, as they always close their eyes, and concentrate on something else that wasn't you.

It didn't matter to me, especially considering the fact that I was doing the same thing myself. Christina was open, and it wasn't unusual to see her walking around inside her house completely naked. There were times that I thought that she had purposely left her curtains open, but she had never made any kind of advances towards me, so I really believed that she wasn't interested.

In a traffic jam that lasted forever, I found myself drumming on the steering wheel, until against my better judgment; I turned around and went back the same way that I came. It was as if a lightning bolt had struck between my eyes, and if I were her, I would wait until I was away from the house for at least 10 to 20 minutes, before succumbing to my baser instincts.

Nothing seemed out of place when I rolled into the neighborhood, but I wasn't taking any chances about being spotted by anybody I knew. Parking my car behind old Mr. Jensen's house, I knew that he was away in Florida for the next six months, which meant that nobody was going to notice my car in his driveway.

I had already done my due diligence, finding that there were several distinct paths behind my house, probably made from all terrain vehicles that the teenagers drive around here all the time. In my search for the best approach, the woods seemed like the logical solution. It afforded me a perfect view of the back of my house, not to mention the picture window in my master bedroom on the second floor.

Using my Blackberry, I rescheduled every meeting that I had today for tomorrow, and then staked my claim to the spot overlooking my house. It didn't look like anything was unusual, until about an hour later when Diana came into the master bedroom and drew the curtains closed. If that wasn't a dead giveaway, then I didn't know what was.

Waiting a little while longer, I wanted to make sure that she had plenty of time to commit this sin against me. I still didn't know what I was going to do when I caught her in the act, but I had this feeling that I was going to forgive her for any kind of trespasses that she was inflicting on me.

Our hedges were higher than normal, giving us the privacy to play our sexual deviant games in the backyard without anybody’s prying eyes getting wind. Hunched over, I dashed across the backyard, going up the steps of the deck as quietly as I could muster. I had already traveled this route several times, finding every spot that was going to make any sort of creak, and now avoiding them. My key easily slipped into the lock, turning slowly until the door opened up with my hand on the doorknob. “Oh god, you know just how to do that.” That was my wife's voice, and it was a foregone conclusion that she wasn't alone.

It was probably some young buck in the neighborhood, possibly even Jason the man that worked at home building websites, while his wife was in the city away for most of the day. They could've easily struck up a conversation, finding out that both of them were lonely and that each of them had the solution to the problem.

Sneaking up the stairs, I could feel my hands shaking with hesitation, not really sure if I really wanted to witness this. “Deeper, oh god deeper.” I was biting my lip with anticipation, and I could feel this deep-seated rage that was building inside me by the second. At least I didn't have to open the door to the bedroom, because it was already open just enough to peek my head around the corner. What I saw was something that I wasn't prepared for.

On the bed was my wife, and her legs were spread wide with the leather boots that I had given her for Christmas on her feet. Her head was crashing from side to side, and she was obviously in the throes of a massive orgasm that was taking her breath away.

Where I thought that I was going to see Jason deep dicking her, with his hands clasped onto her ankles, was not him at all. Between her legs was Christina from across the street, and her ass was encased in a black leather skirt, and she was bent over enough that I could see that she wasn't wearing any panties. I didn't know what to do, but the rage that I had been feeling earlier was subsiding substantially, and a new feeling of excitement and desire was taking its place.

“YESSSSSSSS.” My wife came, and she actually squirted her juices into the face of Christine, who stayed exactly where she was, until she had captured every single drop. She had my wife clawing at her hair, and her entire body was flushed with a sheen of sweat that was soaking into the sheets. They were wearing my favorite fabric of leather, and the added component of two women having sex together was just too much for me to take.