There were just the two of them on the quad express ski-lift to the top of the mountain.

“Hi,” Peter said. “You look like you are from San Francisco.”

She laughed. “That’s not too hard to guess at Lake Tahoe.”

“Well, most people are from the bay area but not necessarily San Francisco.”

“So where in San Francisco, Mr Mindreader?”

Peter pretended to think. “Do you have any ink? Any tattoos?”

“What’s that got to do with anything? But no.”

“If you’d said ‘yes’ I’d have guessed the Mission. But the Marina I think. You look like a Marina girl.”

“Wow. Close. Cow Hollow.”

“Well unless you work in real estate, that part of the city is all the Marina.”

“Yes, even I don’t know where the boundaries are meant to be. Lombard Street I suppose. So are you going to guess the street?”

“What do I win if I get it right? A kiss?”

“No chance. I’m married. I’ll buy you a beer.”

“OK. But not here on the mountain, back in the city.”

“I don’t know about that.”

“Because you are married?”

“Exactly.”

“But it makes it even better.”

She laughed again. “What on earth do you mean?”

“I don’t get to go for drinks with married women very often.”

“You aren’t going to try and hit on me are you?”

“Of course. It looks like that ski suit hides a very attractive body.”

And it did. She had blonde hair tied in a ponytail that hung out of her ski-helmet. The padded ski suit did little to hide the shape of her figure, the swell of her breasts and the flare of her hips. She was neither tall nor short, maybe 5′ 5″ or so. Late 20s he guessed. Maybe early 30s.

“I told you I’m married.”

He touched her lightly on the leg of her ski-pants. “I know. That makes it more of a challenge.”

“You are terrible. You are not meant to flirt with married women.”

“Oh come on, you are loving it. Guy gets on ski lift and compliments you. You probably will never see him again. What’s not to enjoy?”

“We are nearly at the end of the lift. You’d better guess that street.”

“Scott.”

She was silent for a moment. “I could just lie but honesty…wow, I can’t believe you got it right.”

“So now you have to go for a drink with me. Back in the city.”

“I’m not sure I ever agreed to that part. But I suppose that was sort of the deal. Shit. How did I get into this?”

Peter leaned over so their shoulders were touching as if there was someone nearby who might overhear. “Every married woman needs a boyfriend too.”

She pushed him away laughing. “She most certainly does not.”

They skied off the end of the lift onto the flat snow at the top of the mountain in front of the top lodge.

“I’m Peter, by the way. You’d better tell me your name.”

“It’s Gigi.”

“Really? Nobody’s called Gigi. It’s like a character in some 19th century melodrama.”

“Well, I’m officially Giselle but nobody uses that.”

He took off his gloves and held out a hand. “Give me your phone.”

She reached into her pocket and passed it to him. He entered his number.

“Do you know anyone called Petra?” he asked.

“No, why?”

“You do now,” he said as he edited the last two letters of his name.

“You mustn’t call…just text.”

“I’ll be very discreet. You are married, I know. But we are going to have that drink.”

“You are very smooth, I have to admit. Do you get a girl’s number on each chairlift?”

“Haha, I wish. What are the chances I guessed the street you live on?”

“Somehow if you’d got it wrong I’m sure you would have had a great comeback.”

“I don’t know. I suppose I’d have asked if you wanted that drink anyway. But I doubt you’d’ve gone for it.”

“Well, it feels very naughty. You are the first man I’ve ‘given my number to’ since I’ve been married.”

“And I bet you’ve been asked lots of times.”

“Well, you are not the first, let’s put it that way.”

“I’ll see you soon.”

Peter pushed himself a short distance on the flat snow and then skied off onto a steep run back to the bottom of the mountain.

**

“when? Peter” he texted her a couple of days later.

“thursday eve. where?” she texted back.

“21st amendment. 6pm” Away from where she lived so she wouldn’t worry about being seen.

“ok”

He was already sitting at the bar when she walked in. She got a beer and the two of them sat at a table away from everyone else. Without a bulky ski suit he could see that she did indeed have a good figure. She was thinner than he had expected. She was dressed in designer jeans and sweater that was tight enough to emphasize her breasts, small but nicely proportioned to her body. Her tight jeans showed off her shapely ass.

“I can’t believe I agreed to do this,” she said.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “You are buying me a drink not going on a date.”

“I know but…well it still feels wrong. I’m pretty sure you are going to try…” Her voice faded away.

“To try what?”

“To get me…you know.”

He leaned over and whispered in her ear. “I’m going to try and get into your pants, you mean?”

She turned and looked him in the eye. “Well, aren’t you?”

“Of course I am. It’s my job to try and yours to stop me.”

“I thought I gave up all that when I got married.”

“Married women don’t get enough sex. Maybe you won’t want to stop me.”

“I get plenty, thank you very much,” she said indignantly.

“It loses its excitement with the same guy all the time.”

She sat silently for a moment before finally saying “Not really.”

He leaned over again and talked quietly so only she could hear. “That’s why a married woman is so great in bed.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment. But you are never going to find out.”

“It’s so exciting for her. Like being a teenager all over again back when sex was naughty and dirty and felt like something she shouldn’t be doing.”

“Let’s change the subject. I didn’t come to talk about sex all evening.”

“Why did you come?”

“Well, partially because I promised I would. But also…how can I put it?…it felt exciting, daring.”

“Why?”

“Because I knew you would hit on me. I mean you already told me you would on the chairlift. But I’m married so I can’t let anything happen. But even so it might be an adventure.”

“And married women need more adventures.”

She laughed. “Absolutely. It’s not just sex that gets routine when you are married. Life does.”

“So how adventurous are you?”

“I have no idea.”

He leaned over by her ear again. “Here’s a little tiny adventure. I’m going to kiss you on your neck. Don’t freak out.” He moved lower and kissed her lightly on her neck. And then again, moving a little closer toward her mouth. A couple more kisses and then he sat up.

“Wow,” she sighed.

“That was more exciting than you expected, wasn’t it.”

“Totally. What did you just say? About being a teenager again.”

He leaned in again and kissed her neck. As he did so he let his hand rest on her thigh. He planted a trail of kisses on her neck as his ran his finger along the inside of her thigh. She let out a quiet little moan. He sat up.

“You must stop. You are getting me all…worked up.”

She pulled away from him and took a large drink of her beer.

“So tell me,” she said, “what is your plan? How are you planning on…whatever a good word is…seducing me?”

“You are asking the plan for my offence so you have a better defense?”

“Of course.” She smiled. “Aren’t you good enough to seduce me even I know your plans?”

“I’m not arrogant enough to say ‘yes’ to that.”

“But you are arrogant enough to tell me you are going to try to get into my pants.”

“Of course. A little arrogance is very attractive. A lot, not so much.”

“So you think I’m attracted to you?”

“Yes. But not enough yet.”

“Not enough for what?”

“Not enough to…to unzip you.”

“So what level am I at? What levels are there on your attraction scale?”

“You are at the level that you don’t want to leave. You have no idea where this is going but you want to find out. You won’t let me be alone with you yet, but in public you’ll be able to stay in control.”

“I suppose that isn’t a bad description. And you think you’ll get me to the unzippable level?”

“Not this evening, no.”

“So what level are you aiming for this evening?” she asked, smiling.

“To get you to the point that you are comfortable and although you know it is dangerous you want to meet me again.”

“You really have thought this all through, haven’t you?”

“Not really. I just know that married women take time. You can’t rush them. They are like sour fruit that takes time to ripen and become sweet and edible.”

“Isn’t it a bit immoral, hitting on married women?”

“Not at all. I’m improving their lives. Aren’t you having a more interesting evening than you would if you’d stayed home?”

“That’s true, I suppose.”

He smiled. “It could be more interesting still, you know.”

“I know that. But you know I can’t. I will say this though: if I was still single I’d be tempted.”

“I guess that is a kind of back-handed compliment.” He drained his glass. “Are we going to have another drink?”

“When I came here I planned to have just one drink with you and leave. Fulfill my promise, as it were. But yes, let’s have another. It’s fun talking to you. I’ve never met anyone who was so open about exactly how he plans to get me…unzipped.”

“And phase one of any unzipping is to have you want to continue talking to me. So a second beer is everything going according to plan.”

“I feel like a puppet now, with you pulling the strings. So what happens next, puppet-master?”

“We talk. Not about sex. Then a little bit about sex. I touch you more. You start to feel strongly attracted to me. Maybe you want me to kiss you.”

“So you kiss me?”

“No, I don’t. You want me to, but I don’t. I invite you to meet me again. You know you shouldn’t but you can’t resist.”

“Hmm. We’ll see about that.”

“So what do you think of the beer here? Remember we are not going to talk about sex for a bit.”

“You are funny. The beer is great here. I can’t believe they make it all in that tiny room at the back.”

They talked about beer for ten minutes.

“So,” he said. “What do you miss most in bed?”

“What do you mean?”

“Being married. What do you miss from before?”

“Nothing really. Well, yes, one thing. Sucking. He doesn’t…I can’t tell you this. It’s not appropriate.”

“He doesn’t really like it much.”

“Exactly.”

He leaned over to whisper in her ear again, gently touching her on the thigh again. “You know what I’m going to say so I don’t even need to say it. But feel free to imagine it.”

He sat back and watched her, knowing that she was trying not to imagine sucking his cock, but failing. He could sense her arousal.

“You are wicked. It’s like you are planting images in my brain.”

“Do you want to kiss me?”

“It’s way beyond that.”

“So when are we going to meet again? Not too soon.”

“Why?”

“Because you need time.”

“Time for what?”

He leaned over and whispered again. “You need to masturbate a few times imagining sucking my cock. Otherwise you won’t be ready to do it.”

“Oh my, you are evil. I’m a happily married woman. I can’t believe I’m sitting in a bar having this conversation.”

“I bet you do though.”

“What?”

“What I just said. Imagine it when you…play.”

“Play? It’s playing with fire just talking to you. I have a feeling I’m going to get burned.”

“One day next week.”

She sat silently for a moment, debating with herself. “OK” she said finally. “How come I’m agreeing to meet you again? What did you slip into my beer?”

The two of them walked out of the bar onto the street. He hugged her, pulling her against him.

“Promise you won’t vanish.”

“No. I think that I’ll meet you again despite it being idiotic and reckless and not like me at all. Oh gosh, I’m going to end up being unzipped, aren’t I? And I’m walking into it with my eyes wide open.”

“Not next week,” he said. “You won’t be ready to be unzipped by next week.”

“OK puppet-master. I need to go home.”

“Back to your husband and your married routine.”

“Yes. Back to what I’m meant to be doing. As opposed to letting you pull my strings.”

“Come on. You loved it.”

“I absolutely shouldn’t have done. But I did. I’m glowing inside.”

“See you next week.”

**

Peter’s phone beeped with an incoming text message: “tuesday. the tipsy pig. 7pm.” He was surprised she’d picked somewhere near where she lived. He guessed that her husband must be away that evening.

They arrived at the bar almost simultaneously, each got a drink and sat down at one of the small tables.

“So puppet-master, what is going to happen today?”

“Well, I think you have as much of an idea as I do. So you tell me.”

“Well, I suppose we’ll have a couple of drinks and probably get something to eat.”

“I think so. And what will we talk about?”

“I don’t know. Sex?”

“I don’t think so,” he said. “I think that will be something unsaid, lurking in the shadows. So what then?”

“I suppose you’ll offer to walk me home.”

“I certainly will. I’m guessing your husband is away.”

“How do you know that?”

“I don’t think you’d have picked a restaurant near your home if he was around. So we get to your door and you invite me in.”

“Do I? You seem very sure.”

“You are having an adventure. It’s like a movie, as if it were happening to someone else. You want to know how the story ends.”

“I’m out here doing the most unpredictable thing I’ve ever done and you make it sound so pre-ordained. So what happens then?”

“We finally get to kiss. My hands wander over your body. You half-heartedly push them away. I put my hands on your ass and pull you against me. You can feel me. I’m hard for you.” He paused. “Are you going to do it?”

“Oh god I don’t know. The thought is so exciting but it’s so…sinful. I’m married. I mustn’t. But realistically…”

“Yes?”

“I’ll probably be so turned on that I will. I’ll kneel down in front of you and do it for you.”

“Did you imagine it when you…you know?”

“You know I did. I don’t know how you have managed to inject yourself into my subconscious like that. This conversation has me so…fluttery.”

“Fluttery? Is that even a word? Well I won’t embarrass you by asking where the flutters are.”

“Haha. It’s not as if you need to ask.”

“So shall we get some food?”

“You know, I’m not sure I can eat. I think I’m too…too fluttery.”

“Come on. I’ll walk you home.”

The two of them left the bar and after a ten-minute walk were in front of Gigi’s front door. She turned to him.

“Would you like to come in by any chance?” she said with mock seriousness.

“As it happens, I would.”

She turned her key in the lock and the two of them walked through a short hall into her living room.

She turned to face him. Her face looked slightly flushed, she was breathing heavily. He leaned forward very slowly until finally their lips met. They stood there, only their lips touching, moving gently against each other as they savored their first truly sexual touch. He pushed his tongue forward and the tip of his tongue started to caress the tip of hers. He reached out and put one hand on her shoulder and pulled her closer against him. He let his hand slide down so he was stroking the outside of her breast.

He stopped kissing her and let his hands slip slowly down her back until each hand was on one cheek of her ass. He pulled her against him, pressing his hard cock against her mound. Her body trembled.

“Oh my god,” she moaned, “I don’t think I’ve even been so fucking aroused. Kiss me again.”

His mouth moved towards her and she practically attacked him, pushing her mouth against him and swirling her tongue into his mouth, around his tongue, over his lips. Finally she stepped back away from him. She stood there a couple of feet away, her face full of uncontrolled lust, breathing heavily.

“OK,” she said suddenly as if making her mind up about something. “I’ll do it.”

She knelt down in front of him, her fingers undoing his belt, unbuttoning his pants, sliding down the zip. She pulled his pants and his underwear down to his ankles. His cock sprang free pointing out at her face.

“This is so not allowed,” she said as she grasped the shaft of his cock and then enveloped his pink cockhead with her lips. She started to roll her tongue around him.

“Unbutton your shirt,” he said quietly.

As she continued to swirl her tongue around the head of his cock, she reached down and unbuttoned her blouse before pushing it off. She was wearing a plain white bra. She grasped his cock again and started to stroke his shaft. He reached down with one hand and undid the clasp on her bra. She pulled away from him for a moment to shake it off and then, now topless, she resumed her ministrations on his cock.

He reached down and put his hand on her head. She looked up at him, looking into his eyes. His hand stroked her hair as her tongue stroked his cock.

“Oh wow that feels good,” he moaned. She pushed forward, taking his cock into the back of his throat. He started to thrust his hips, fucking her mouth. She slipped a hand under his balls and started to caress them, pushing a finger further back until she was just lightly touching his asshole.

“I’m almost there,” he said quietly.

She started to stroke his shaft faster with one hand while her other stroked his balls and probed his ass. Her tongue circled around the sensitive head of his cock.

“Oh yes,” he moaned as the first strong jet of cum shot from his cock into the back of her mouth.

She set back a little with her mouth wide open so that they both could see as pulsating ropes of white cum fired onto her tongue. Then she bent forward and sucked the last little squirts into her mouth.

She looked up at him, her mouth full of his cum. Then she closed her mouth and swallowed. She licked the last of his cum off his cock and stood up. He spun her around so that her back was against him, reaching around her body to cradle her bare breasts. His fingers started to rub the hard points of her nipples.

“Oh god,” she moaned. “My nipples are so sensitive today.”

He let one of his hands slide down slowly across her stomach to the top of her pants. He undid the button and loosened the zip. Then he slipped his hands into her panties. She was shaved with just a small patch of fine hair that he felt as his fingers slipped lower.

Her whole body shuddered when his finger slid into the slit between her fleshy outer lips, slide down the hard root of her clit to the tiny button.

“Oh gosh. I’m dripping,” she sighed as his finger slid between her damp panties and her wet labia.

He started to stroke the length of her pussy, spreading the wetness of her copious juice onto her clit. Her hips started to move slightly, making tiny thrusts in time with his finger.

As he stroked her he whispered in her ear. “Next time I want to see you naked. See your pussy. I want you to lie down and spread your legs for me.”

“Oh god yes, I want to show you.”

“Do you want to show me now?”

“No. Too soon. But next time…I promise. Oh god, I’m married. What am I saying?”

“I want to lick you. To taste you. I want to push my tongue inside you. I want to feel your little hard clit.”

“Oh fuck you’ll make me cum in no time. In fact I’m almost cumming right now.”

He could tell she was close. “I’m going to fuck you with my fingers. I want to feel you orgasm.” He slid his finger further around her body and curled it up inside her. She groaned. He pushed a second finger into her. He started to move his fingers back and forth inside her cunt while his palm pressed on her clit and rubbed it gently.

“Oh fuck that’s good,” she moaned. “Yes…yes…yes…” she said as her hips moved back and forth in time with his fingers in her pussy. Her body suddenly went tense and she let out a long animalistic growl as her orgasm started to exploded through her. “Oh my god, don’t stop, oh, oh,” she moaned as his fingers drove her orgasm forward. His fingers slowed and finally stopped moving inside her as her orgasm gradually died away.

She turned around and they kissed again.

“You must go…oh I’m so close.”

“Close to what?”

“What’s the word you used? Letting you unzip me. Total surrender.”

“Take me upstairs.”

“I can’t. Not here. Not my own bed. My husband’s bed.”

“My bed next time.”

“Oh, that’s such an arousing thought. So taboo and yet…I can feel myself getting wet again.”

He kissed her again. “OK. I’ll go. Next time.”

“Next time I’ll be…unzippable.”

He pulled his pants up. She put her shirt back on not bothering with her bra. They walked to the front door and after a final little kiss he stepped into the street.

**

Peter texted Gigi. “my place thursday?”

He was surprised when, instead of just texting him back, she called him.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“Why?”

“I don’t think I can do it.”

“What?”

“You know. Letting you unzip me. Giving you…everything. I know I promised but…it’s a step too far.”

“Do you even want to meet?”

“Oh yes. I want to…again…suck you…suck your cock. Oh gosh I’m so wet. I’m all fluttery again.”

“I was looking forward to licking you.”

“That’s so hot. Half of me can’t stop imagining it and the other half is telling me I’m married and I need to behave myself. Somehow sucking you seems like a loophole. Maybe because I don’t with…you know, my husband.”

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

“I know that. And I do want to really. I just have to…persuade myself. Shut down my conscience. Forget I’m married. I just don’t know if I can.”

“Well, I’m not going to force you.”

“That’s it. Will you?”

“What?”

“Force me. Take the decision for me. Don’t give me a choice.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I come round to your place and you just take control. Strip me. Lick me. Fuck me. Do whatever you want.”

“But what if you tell me to stop? Remind me that you are married? Change your mind?”

“You ignore me. Just…just rape me if necessary. Make me to do it.”

“Really. That sounds a bit extreme.”

“I’m serious. I really want to do it. I’ve been imagining it for days. I’m fluttery the whole time thinking about it.”

“Do you know what a safeword is?”

“No, what is it?”

“It’s a word for this sort of sex. Where you are likely to be saying ‘stop’ but not meaning it. So you have a special word that really means ‘stop’.”

“Like what?”

“A word that wouldn’t normally come up. Pick a word.”

“I can’t think straight. You pick.”

“OK. How about ‘banana’? Will you be able to remember it?”

“Yes. But I’m not going to use it. I want to fly without a net.”

“OK. When do you want to come over?”

“This evening. Before I come to my senses. Give me your address.”

He gave it to her. “One more thing,” he continued. “Wear some old underwear. Nothing expensive.”

“Why?”

“You’ll find out.”

Peter took a bottle of wine and two glasses up to his bedroom. He had just got back down the stairs when his phone rang. Gigi was at the door to the condo. He let her in and a few minutes later let her in the front door to his own unit.

She kissed him on the lips, friendly rather than passionate.

“Do you like my top?” she asked.

He looked at it and realized it had a long zip from her waist up to just between her breasts.

She laughed. “I thought I’d let you really unzip me.” He reached out and pulled down the zip and separated the two halves at the bottom. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She flipped the top off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

Then she spun around. Her skirt also had a zip that ran from her waist all the way down to the hemline. He didn’t need inviting. He reached out and pulled down the zip and dropped the skirt on the floor with her top. She was wearing just a pair of plain panties.

He took her hand and led her upstairs to his bedroom. On the bed was a dark blue silk scarf. He picked it up.

“Turn around,” he said. He tied the scarf as a blindfold and knotted it tightly behind her head.

He guided her onto the bed. “Lie face up,” he said. He took a leather cuff and fixed it around one ankle. Then he attached it to a strap going to the corner of the bed. He did a similar thing to the other ankle and both wrists and soon Gigi was spread-eagled on the bed.

“Well I guess there’s no changing my mind now,” she said.

“OK,” he said.

“I feel completely vulnerable. I mean there’s nothing I can do to stop you whatever you feel like doing.”

“I want to see your pussy.”

“I’d love to show it to you but there’s not much I can do to help. You’d better just pull my panties to one side.”

But he had another idea. He picked up a pair of scissors and cut the sides of her panties and pulled the fabric away. Her pussy had puffy pink labia nestling in her slit. He took of his clothes and then got onto the bed between her outspread legs.

With his fingers he gently opened up her pussy wide. She jerked at the unanticipated touch.

“What are you doing?” she said. “It feels so odd not being able to see.”

“I’m unzipping your pussy,” he said laughing. “Letting your clit out to play.”

He bent down. He gently nuzzled her pussy lips apart with his tongue and pushed the tip into her opening.

“Oh gosh that feels good,” she sighed. “Not having a clue what you are doing makes it so much more intense.”

He licked up and down the length of her pussy, teasing her by not quite touching her clit. She moved her hips a little to try and force her clit under his tongue but he moved away. He licked a finger and then gently pressed the tip into her, circling it in the wetness in the entrance to her cunt. Finally he relented and let his tongue just nudge against her clit. Her body twitched in a mixture of excitement and surprise. He started to circle her clit with his tongue and at the same time he gradually worked a finger deeper into her.

“Oh that’s wonderful, better than I imagined when I…played with myself.”

“Are you going to cum for me?”

“If you carry on doing that you won’t be able to stop me.”

“But you have to ask permission.”

“OK. You are certainly different.”

“From what?”

“From…normal.”

“Your husband?”

“Yes.”

“Oh I nearly forgot. You are married.”

“Bastard. You know that’s the one thing I don’t need reminding about. Oh wow, that is so good.”

He started to lick her clit a little harder now. He pushed a second finger into her alongside the first and started to fuck her a bit faster. He could sense her arousal building up. He let another of his fingers fall a little lower, pressing between the cheeks of her ass until he was gently grazing her asshole. He curled his finger and just penetrated her ass.

“I’m getting close,” she moaned unnecessarily. Her hips were starting to move against him, pressing against his hand each time his fingers slid inwards.

“Oh I’m there. Can I cum? Can I cum?”

“No not yet. You have to hold it.”

He started to circle his tongue hard and fast on her clit while he fucked her pussy with two fingers and gradually worked the third finger into her ass.

“I can’t stop it. I don’t know how. Oh fuck what are you doing to me?”

“Hold it. Hold it.”

“I can’t. Oh god, let me cum. Please.”

“Five more seconds…4…3…”

“I’m trying. But…”

“OK you can cum.”

Her body went rigid. She squealed. And then her body started to shake as if she was having a fit. “Oh my god…I’ve never…oh it’s not stopping.” Her body was moving too much for him to keep his tongue on her clit so he simply finger fucked her pussy and her ass as the earthquake of her orgasm rumbled on and on. Gradually her body calmed down until she lay there, limp, almost passed out.

“Oh my fucking god, what did you just do to me?”

He moved up the bed and kissed her.

“Are you ready?” he said quietly.

He sat up and pushed the head of his cock between her pink lips so the point was just nestling in the opening to her cunt.

“So are you ready for my cock in your tight little married pussy?”

“Oh god, I shouldn’t, should I?”

“It’s your last chance to stop me.”

“Oh god, stop, I can’t do it. No, stop. I thought I could. Especially after an orgasm.”

He pushed his hips forward a little, pressing his cockhead into her body.

“Oh this is so wrong. You must stop. Untie me.” She struggled against the straps.

He moved his hips forward a little more, pushing a little more of his cock into her.

“Stop, we mustn’t. Shit what was that safeword? Pull it out.”

He thrust his hips forward hard, burying his cock completely in her pussy. She screamed in surprise and indignation.

“You bastard. I told you to stop.”

He lowered his body onto hers and kissed her. He drove his tongue into her mouth and found hers. His hips started to rise and fall, thrusting his cock back and forth in her cunt. She started to move her own hips underneath him.

“Thank you,” she said quietly.

“For what?”

“For taking the decision for me. I knew I wouldn’t be able to do it.”

“Are you OK?”

“Yes. More than OK. It’s perfect. And it was pretty hot being…forced. Tied to the bed. Semi-raped.”

“You’ll be able to do it on your own next time?”

“Of course. It was just that first time. All that betrayal of trust stuff. Marriage vows. Adultery. Doing something I would never do. Now your cock is in me it’s fine.” She laughed. “It’s not going to make it any worse if you move it around.”

He laughed. “Then I’d better move it around a lot. But first let me untie your ankles so you can move your legs to a more comfortable position.”

He pulled out of her and undid the cuffs around each ankle. She pulled her knees up towards her breasts, offering her pussy to him.

“Put it back in quick. I’m feeling empty.”

He held his cock against her pussy lips and then slid forward into the warm, wet glove of her pussy. He reached out and undid the blindfold and removed it.

“Oh gosh that’s good,” she moaned as he slowly disappeared into her cunt.

He started to fuck her, slowly but firmly, almost pulling his cock out of her before slipping its entire length back into her body. He bent down and started to kiss one of her nipples. He took it between his teeth, feeling it perk up and harden as he gently bit down on it. He knew from the previous time how sensitive her nipples could be. She started to rock her hips harder. He sped up his trusts, pistoning into her cunt like a machine.

“Where do you want me to cum?” he asked.

“Not inside me. That’s not fair to him. Besides I like to watch. See it spurt out. Just pull out before you cum and finish on my stomach.”

“I’m getting close.”

She squeezed her pussy muscles onto his cock. “That feels great. Keep squeezing me.”

He slowed down his thrusts, enjoying the feel as is orgasm approached unhurriedly, enjoying the feel of her pussy clamped hard onto his cock, the two of them using their bodies together to bring him to that point of no return.

“Here it comes,” he said.

He pulled out of her. He reached down and stroked himself. A jet of white cum shot from his cock up her stomach between her breasts, followed by a second one that went almost as far. He moved up over her body and pushed his cock into her mouth and let her milk the final drops with her tongue.

He undid the cuffs on her wrists. They wrapped their arms around each other and cuddled.

“Finally unzipped,” she said. “Completely unzipped.”

“Not too guilty.”

“A little. But not guilty enough that…”

“That what?”

“That I won’t be back for more. It was amazing.”

Peter rolled over and poured them each a glass of wine.

She took a sip. “What was it you said on the chairlift? Every married woman also needs a boyfriend. I think you might be right.”

Chapter 2: Unzipped Again

Peter watched as Gigi woke up. She looked a bit confused for a moment before she realized she was waking in Peter’s bed, not in her own marital bed where she was meant to be.

Peter leaned over and kissed her. “Good morning.”

“Good morning. It is nice waking up here. Naughty but nice.”

When Gigi’s husband was away on business a couple of times a month she would come and stay the night at Peter’s. “Every married woman needs a boyfriend too,” he’d told her and, although she knew he was really joking, she was surprised at how true it now felt. The fact that she wasn’t meant to be there, far from making her feel guilty, made everything that much more intense, more exciting. She knew it couldn’t go on forever but she also knew he would be very hard to give up.

She glanced at the clock by the bed. “I’m going to have to get up and go to work soon.”

“Me too,” said Peter.

“I’m having lunch with one of my best girlfriends.”

“Is she cute?”

“She’s married.”

Peter laughed. “They are not exclusive you know. You are both cute and married.”

“She is cute, in fact. She’s slim, medium build, copper-red hair.”

“Breasts?”

“Of course. In proportion. A bit smaller than mine I suppose. You are not going to unzip her though.”

“Why not? You’d love to watch.”

“Watch you two having sex? I don’t think so.”

“No. Watch me try and seduce her. Maybe even help.”

She said nothing for a moment. “I suppose that would be pretty fun. Watch the puppet-master at work. See how the hell you got me unzipped so fast. But she’s married. I can’t help you seduce a married friend of mine. I know her husband even.”

“So where are you having lunch?”

“Yank Sing.”

“Ah. SWPL dim sum.”

“SWPL?”

“Stuff white people like. As opposed to dim sum in Chinatown where the aisles are barely wide enough for the cards and everyone is screaming in Cantonese. What time are you meeting?”

“Eleven forty-five.”

“OK.”

“So what are you planning? What do I need to do?”

“I’ll think of something. But we’d better decide why we even know each other. Does your husband drink?”

“Only beer.”

“Perfect. This city is full of great places for cocktails so I’m your cocktail partner in crime. So we ask your friend…what’s her name?”

“Clea.”

“So we ask her to join us for cocktails sometime. Tonight even.”

“Get her to go for a drink with us? The start of the slippery slope into your bed.”

“The start of the zippery slope. And not my bed, our bed.”

“Our bed? You are planning a threesome?”

“Absolutely. You have to help with the unzipping. It’s your job to take her panties off. I bet you’ve never done that.”

“Taken a woman’s panties off? You are certainly right there. I’ve never even seen another woman naked. I mean at close range like that. The inner workings laid bare.”

“So it’ll be a new experience for you.”

Gigi laughed. “You never cease to surprise me.”

The two of them got up, showered and left for their respective jobs. Peter arrived at Yank Sing a few minutes early but sat across on the other side of the huge lobby. Eventually Gigi showed up and a few minutes later met an attractive red-haired woman. They went and stood in line in front of the hostess desk.

Peter walked up. “Oh hi Gigi. What an unexpected surprise?”

She turned around. “Hi Peter,” she said. And then turned to Clea. “This is my friend Peter,” she said.

Clea held out her hand. “Clea, pleased to meet you.”

“Are you on your own?” Gigi asked.

“No. I’m meeting a potential client. Boring stuff. I hate the sales aspect of my job. Seducing clients is as hard work as seducing women but not nearly as much fun.”

Peter froze for a second then took his phone out of his pocket and looked at it as if he’d just received a text. As he put his phone back in his pocket he said, “Well, I guess I’m getting stood up. Crisis in accounting or something.”

“Why don’t you come and join us then?” said Gigi, catching on immediately.

The three of them were soon seated with a selection of dim sum plates picked from the circulating trolleys.

“So how do you know each other?” Clea asked.

“We got on a chairlift at Tahoe,” Peter said. “By the time we got to the top we were making out like a couple of sixteen year olds at a high-school dance.”

“That is not what happened,” Gigi said laughing. “Well, the chairlift bit is.”

“I guessed where she lived. I told her she had to kiss me. She said she was married so she’d buy me a drink instead. We’ve been for a few drinks since.”

“There are so many great places for cocktails in the city and Peter seems to know them all. Why don’t you come and join us next time?”

“I can’t really. What’ll I tell my husband? I’m getting taken drinking with some guy I just met.”

“Just tell him you are going for cocktails with me. Or me and some friends. Girls’ night out. Talk about cosmos and lemon-drops. Girly drinks. He’ll not even want to come.”

“When are you next going?”

“This evening in fact. Come on, come with us.”

“Two girls are twice as much fun as one,” Peter said laughing.

“I should warn you,” Gigi said, “that he’s a bit of a flirt. Well, a lot of a flirt. He’ll totally ignore the fact that you are married.”

Clea smiled. “So I’m a married woman going drinking with a guy who is going feed me strong cocktails and hit on me. What could possibly go wrong?”

Peter put his hand on Clea’s thigh under the table. “Married women don’t get enough genuine compliments.”

“You don’t know my husband. I get compliments all the time.”

“Compliments all the time aren’t really genuine, let’s face it. You look great hon. Love your hair hon. That dress looks good on you.”

“I suppose.”

“The fact that I have my hand on your leg is a more genuine compliment about how good your look than your husband saying you look great.”

“Perhaps.” She reached down and moved his hand from her leg. “But it might just mean you want to…”

“What?”

“Well, move it higher.”

“Of course I do. I won’t deny it. I want to get you unzipped.”

“Oh god. I should absolutely not come drinking with you two.” She turned to Gigi. “Does he do this to you too?”

“He does. But once I decided just to enjoy it then…well, I enjoyed it.”

“It feels so naughty. But I suppose it’s harmless. But also a little risky. Have you…? Has he…undone your zip a little?”

“If you want an answer to those sorts of questions you have to get a couple of cocktails into me first.”

Clea laughed. “It’s not getting cocktails into me that I’m worried about. It’s…well, without the tails.”

“Ha-ha. Only cocktails today,” Peter said.

“And not just today,” said Clea firmly. She paused while Peter looked at her with a smirk on his face. “I’m serious.”

“OK, it’s decided,” Peter said. “So six-o-clock at Comstock on Columbus.”

“I haven’t agreed to anything yet. It seems a bit…well, inappropriate at the least.”

“Well what will you be doing if you don’t come?”

“Get home. Cook dinner or order in something. Maybe watch a DVD. Bed at 11.”

“Sex?”

“Hey, you can’t ask me that. It’s private. But I doubt it.”

“So it’s no competition. Cocktails it is. And you can have all the sex you want.”

“None. None is all the sex I want. And all you will get too, at least with me.”

He put his hand back on her thigh under the table. “You are such a spoilsport. Think how happy you’d make me.”

“I’ve no doubt I would,” she said, removing his hand from leg. “But you’ll have to be content with buying me a drink and flirting with me. I’ll see you guys at six I suppose. I can’t really believe I’m agreeing to this. I feel like I’m walking into the dragon’s den.”

Later that afternoon Peter texted Gigi: “be 15 mins late.”

Peter and Clea arrived at about the same time. They sat down at a table.

“Is Gigi not here?”

“Not yet. I’m sure she’s on her way.”

“So I’m defenseless with you?”

“Come on, you are not a teenage virgin. You are a grown woman. I don’t have any magic way to make you do anything you don’t want to.”

“I know. But I’m a bit worried about what you might persuade me I do want to. You are very…I’m not sure what is a good word…assertive I suppose.”

“Well, I don’t see any point in pretending I don’t find you attractive.”

“You certainly don’t. I’m not sure why it doesn’t make me uncomfortable. Most guys just pretend not to be interested, when I can tell they are. It’s actually a bit of a put-off. Can even be creepy.”

“Let me get you a drink. I’m very traditional.”

“How do you mean?”

“I buy a woman a drink before…”

“Before what?”

Peter leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Before whatever comes next.”

She laughed and pushed him away from her. “Going home to my husband is what comes next.”

“Sure. Before then we’ll have a couple of drinks and we’ll chat. So what would you like to drink?”

“What do they have?”

“Well, they are very traditional too. They specialize in pre-prohibition cocktails. Shall I just make the decision for you?”

“OK. But…”

“But what?”

“Don’t get the idea I’m going to let you make any other decisions for me.”

“Ha-ha. Don’t worry, you are in complete control.”

“It feels like I’m walking along a cliff path. I’m in control as long as I stay on the path. But one little misstep and I could be rolling down the cliff. Flirting with you is like that. One little misstep and I might be…what’s the word you like to use…unzipped.”

“Not tonight.”

“What do you mean?”

“You are married. There’s no way you’ll be ready tonight.”

“So you think there’ll be other nights,” she said, “and then I’ll be ready? Ready for what?”

“Ready to do what you want.”

“And you think I’ll want to… to unzip.”

“You might even want to later this evening. But you won’t do it.”

“Why?”

“Because you are married. You won’t do anything you shouldn’t today.”

Peter went and got them both a cocktail and brought them to the table. He sat down beside her.

“So what are we going to do today? Gigi told me I should ask you what you are going to do. She said she’d never met anyone who was so open about it.”

“Today we are just going to talk. I’ll touch you a little. You’ll be intrigued. Attracted to me. Not strongly, but enough.”

“Enough for what?”

“Enough that there will be other nights.”

“And then?”

“Then who knows? Maybe you’ll want to. Strongly. Strongly enough.”

“You are pretty arrogant aren’t you? You really think that you can get me to…well, to take off my wedding ring, as it were.”

“That’s a nice euphemism.”

“It’s staying firmly on,” she said, waving her left hand in front of his face.

“Like your pants,” he said, putting his hand on her leg.

“Exactly,” she said, exaggeratedly removing his hand.

He reached over and gently ran his fingers through her orange hair.

“Do you know what I’m thinking of?”

“I don’t know. Whether my hair color is natural?”

“No. I’m sure it is. I’m wondering about your other hair. I bet you’ve got a beautiful patch of orange curls.”

“You can’t say that. I barely know you. And I’m married. It’s weird sitting here in public with you knowing you are imagining my…my…you know.”

He leant over and whispered in her ear again. “Your pussy. I hope you are going to show me one day.”

“I know you do. But it’s never going to happen.”

He took a sip of his drink. “Are you enjoying this?”

“It’s definitely more interesting than watching a DVD, I’ll admit. But it is also making me feel a bit uneasy.”

“Because you don’t trust me.”

“I don’t trust you an inch. But I’m more worried about how much I trust myself.”

“You can trust me completely. Trust that I’m going to do exactly what I say I’m going to do. WYSIWYG. What you see is what you get.”

“That’s true. And I suppose I’m enjoying the attention.”

“See. You are already a little attracted to me.”

“I am not.”

“Yes you are. You are just not ready to admit it.”

“Well, OK, a little. You are certainly fun to spend time with. So what about Gigi? Have you got anywhere trying to get her…out of her wedding ring?”

“You’ll have to ask her that. A gentleman never tells.”

At that moment Gigi walked into the bar and Peter beckoned her over.

“How are you two getting on?” she asked.

“As you predicted he is totally ignoring the fact that I’m married and trying to…you know.”

“Get into your pants?”

“Well, he’s not really gone that far yet. He’s just made it clear he wants to.”

Rather than wait for the waitress Peter went to the bar and got Gigi a drink. When he got back the two girls were talking as if he wasn’t there. Peter just sat across the table and listened.

“…and he told me he was imagining what color my bush is. I’ve never met anyone quite so forward.”

“He’ll keep pushing, you know.”

“Until what?”

“Until you get too excited…lose control.”

“Is that what happened to you?”

“Oh my god. I can’t believe I’m admitting this. You mustn’t tell.”

“So what happened?”

“We went for a drink. I hadn’t been able to get him out of my mind all week. I was so aroused…almost shaking. We were meant to be having dinner but I couldn’t eat. I took him back home and we kissed. Then I was on my knees and…you can guess.”

“You sucked him.”

“It sounds so awful when you say it like that. I mean, I’m married. I would never do anything like that. But it just seemed so natural that I did.”

“Wow. I would never have guessed. Was it just the once?”

“Oh don’t make me admit anything more.”

“I guess that means ‘not just the once.’ Did you…you know…?’

Gigi hid her face behind her hands. “Perhaps.”

Clea laughed. “He must be good, I guess.”

“Oh yes. You should try…no, what am I saying?”

“You are meant to be on my side. Helping me defend my honor, as it were. Not encouraging me to be a bad girl.”

“Shit. Sorry.”

Peter moved around the table and sat next to Clea.

“Apparently it’s riskier sitting next to you than I realized,” Clea said.

Peter laughed. “You mean more fun than you realized?”

“I suppose I knew it could be fun. But you know I can’t. I’m not going to.”

Peter leaned over, put his hand on her leg, just an inch from her crotch, and whispered in her ear, too quietly for Gigi to hear. “If you weren’t married you’d like to wouldn’t you? See it. Touch it. Lick it. It’s hard for you, you know.”

“Oh my god, you don’t beat about the bush, do you?”

“I’d like to beat about your bush. Your beautiful orange bush. That crowns your beautiful pink slit. But you already knew that.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever such an explicit conversation with someone I’ve not even kissed.”

“That’s an easy problem to fix, just turn your head.”

“Oh gosh, it’s like you’ve hypnotized me or something.”

“Because you want to kiss me.”

“I mustn’t.”

The three of them sat there in silence for a moment with sexual tension in the air.

Clea suddenly got to her feet. “I’m going to go,” she said.

“Why?” said Peter. “You’ve not even finished your drink.”

“Because you are too fucking dangerous.”

“So when are we going to meet again?”

“We aren’t. I just can’t risk it. What’s that Rolling Stones song about fire?”

“Don’t play with me ’cause you’re playing with fire.”

“Exactly. I don’t want to get burned.”

Peter stood up too. “Well it was nice to meet you anyway.” He gave her a friendly hug and she turned and almost ran out of the bar.

“Well that didn’t go so well, Mr Puppet-master,” said Gigi laughing.

“On the contrary. She’ll be back.”

“This evening?”

“No not this evening. I bet she calls you tomorrow or the day after to get my phone number.”

“I don’t think so. I’ve known her for years. She’s not the impetuous type.”

It was a couple of days later that Gigi called Peter.

“You were right,” she said. “Clea just called me. She said you’d given her the name of a movie she had to see and she’s forgotten it so she wanted to call you to get it again.”

“That’s funny,” said Peter laughing. “I never gave her any movie title. She wants to meet I’m sure. And she doesn’t want to admit it to you. Oh, I’ve got to go, there’s a number I’ve never seen calling me, presumably her. I’ll talk to you later.”

Peter jabbed his phone and picked up the incoming call.

“Hello?” he said in a puzzled voice as if he had no idea who was calling.

“Oh hi Peter, it’s Clea.”

“What a nice surprise? What can I do for you?”

“Umm…,” she said doubtfully. “Oh shit. I had some story about movies but I may as well just tell the truth. I can’t stop thinking about you. It’s like telling a child she can have some candy if she doesn’t think of a pink elephant in the next minute. The more I try and not think about you the more I do.”

“So do you want to meet?”

“I don’t know. I decided I’d at least talk to you on the phone. It’s not like I can get into trouble on the phone.”

“You were a naughty girl rushing off like that and refusing to meet again.”

“If I stayed I was going to end up kissing you. And, like that song, kissing leads to touching and touching leads to sex.”

“And now you want to kiss me?”

“Oh god, I’ve no idea. I don’t want to have sex. I mustn’t.”

“You mean you do want to have sex but you mustn’t.”

“Yes. No. Well, I’m not sure what I want but I mustn’t so it’s academic.”

“But a kiss?”

“It would be a thrill. But so dangerous. I suppose that’s why it would be such a thrill.”

“If we meet in public you are pretty safe. We can kiss without you worrying that you are suddenly going to find yourself accidentally naked.”

“But I’m married, and planning to stay that way. I can’t kiss you in public. Someone I know might see us.”

“How about we meet in Golden Gate Park? It’s public enough for you to feel in-control but big enough we can be out of any potential prying eyes.”

Later that afternoon they met by the Conservatory of Flowers. They walked off towards the forested area behind.

“Are you OK?” Peter asked.

“Not really. I’m so mixed up. I absolutely shouldn’t be seeing you again. It’s totally unwise.”

“But you really want to?”

“Yes. My brain says one thing and my…you know…says another.”

Peter looked up and down the path they were walking along. There was nobody else in sight. He grabbed Clea’s hand and pulled her off the path between two bushes.

He wrapped his arms around her. Their faces were inches apart.

“Ready?” he said quietly. He moved slowly towards her and their lips met. They kissed, initially very innocently, and then gradually they started to move their lips against each other.

Peter pulled away for a moment. “Is it as thrilling as you expected?”

“Oh god yes. It’s a good job we aren’t in private. I don’t think I’d be able to fight you off for long.”

They kissed again, this time their tongues found each other and started to wrestle, swirling against each other.

Peter pulled back again. “Imagine your mouth is your pussy,” he said.

He started to kiss her, planting little small kisses along her lips, running his tongue over her lips, and then into her mouth. She started to moan. As he continued to explore her mouth he pulled down the zip of her jacket. He slipped his hand inside onto one of her breasts. He could feel through her sweater that she wore no bra. Her nipple was like a little pebble against the palm of his hand. She moaned a little louder as he stroked the hard little point.

His hand slipped out of her jacket and slid lower until his fingers lightly cupped the vee of her jeans. He could feel the fleshiness of her lips through the fabric.

“Oh you mustn’t,” she said as his fingertips gently caressed the outside of her pussy over her jeans.

“So you want me to take my hand away?”

“You know I don’t. But don’t make me say it.”

He moved his hand and undid the button on the waist of her jeans. He slid the zip down slowly.

“No,” she said. “I can’t. But it is so fucking thrilling.”

He slipped his hand inside her panties. Slowly his fingers pushed through the soft curls of what he presumed were orange hair. His fingertip found the beginning of her slit.

“Gosh I’m dripping,” she moaned as his finger slipped deeper, slid further around her body, between her wet inner lips.

“Oh my god, you can’t do that,” she sighed as he curled his finger up and into the entrance to her pussy. “Nobody else is allowed in there.”

He started to move his finger slowly back and forth inside her, gently finger-fucking her. His finger slid out of her, up between her inner lips and just grazed the hard little pearl of her clit. Her body shuddered as he touched her there. He started to roll his fingertip in small circles around the hard point.

“Oh this is so wrong,” she moaned as he felt her excitement building up. He could feel the tension in her body of her approaching orgasm. He could sense she was so aroused that she would not last long.

He moved his finger back down, around the curve of her body and into the warm tightness of her cunt. And then back to the hard desire of her clit. And back inside her again. Her hips started to move, making small thrusting movements in time with his finger.

“Oh keep going. That’s so good. So wrong but…shit I’m going to cum for another man.”

Suddenly her body jerked. He felt her cunt spasm on his finger. She let out a guttural moan as her orgasm hit, as wave after wave of pleasure radiated out from between her legs and burst through her whole body. He pushed his tongue hard into her mouth as his fingers coaxed a seemingly endless stream of joy from her pussy. Finally, her body relaxed as the final little tremors of her orgasm rippled through her. He continued to kiss her as he pulled up the zip of her jeans with one hand while the other caressed her ass.

She opened her eyes. “Wow,” she said. “You absolutely shouldn’t have done that and I absolutely wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”

She reached down and touched his cock through his jeans, exploring the hard outline between her fingers.

“You are big,” she said. “It’s so tempting.”

“What is?”

“Everything. To stroke it. To kiss it. To lick it. To put it inside me. But I can’t. It’s a good job we came somewhere public where it would be too risky anyway.”

“Next time.”

“Oh god. I suppose there will be, won’t there? I won’t be able to keep away. A moth to the flame. I’m going to get so burned. Plus I owe Gigi $20.”

The two of them stepped out from the bushes onto the path back to where they had parked their cars.

“$20. Why?”

“She bet me that you’d have your hand in my panties before the end of the month. I said that I could control myself better than that.”

Peter laughed. “Apparently it only needed a couple of days.”

“Don’t remind me. I’m not exactly proud of my behavior.”

“Are you feeling guilty?”

“Just a little. I mean nobody else has had their hand in my panties for years so I suppose I should.”

“I’m having a drink with Gigi this evening. Are you going to come along?”

“You know I won’t be able to stay away. Especially since my husband is…shit.”

“Your husband is what? Traveling?”

“I shouldn’t have told you that.”

“Why?”

“Because now you know I don’t absolutely have to go home. I’m risking being unzipped tonight, aren’t I?”

“You will love every minute of it.”

“I know I would. But I can’t. I’m a faithful wife. Even though I know you’d love it. Sorry.”

“Every married woman needs a boyfriend too.”

Clea laughed. “Yes, Gigi told me you said that to her on the ski lift. So where are we going for a drink this evening?”

“At a bar near where I live. But we are meeting at my place.”

“OK. But I’m not going to let you get me alone there. I’ll be too…oh my god I shouldn’t go, should I? At least with Gigi around too I should be safe.”

They arrived back at her car.

“Thanks,” she said. “That was perfect. Like a tiny amuse-bouche in a restaurant.”

“And the main course is tonight.”

She laughed. “That is not what I meant. If you are lucky there might be another amuse.”

“See you later,” he said as she got into her car.

Gigi and Clea arrived at Peter’s at the same time that evening. He let them both in and poured each of them a glass of wine. The three of them sat down on the sofa with Peter between the two girls.

“So Gigi,” he said. “Clea has a little confession.”

“I owe you $20.”

“Really? When? Where?”

“This afternoon in Golden Gate Park.”

“In public? You had sex in public?”

“Not full sex. But, well, he did have his hand in…well, in everything. And we were hidden behind a bush.”

“How did it happen?”

“Well, I called him up after you gave me his number. Even though I knew I shouldn’t. But I just had to have a little taste. I wanted a kiss. But I insisted we met somewhere public so I didn’t need to try too hard to control myself.”

“So was the kiss good?”

“It was fucking unbelievable. I’m going to have another one this evening but first,” she said, turning to Peter, “I want you to promise me something.”

“What?”

“Promise me that you won’t take my pants off. If you don’t do that then I’m sort of safe. My cotton chastity belt.”

“OK,” Peter said. “I promise I won’t take your pants off.”

“But it’s OK. Like this afternoon…”

“You mean it’s OK to unzip your pants.”

“Yes. But you mustn’t take them off. Oh god, it’s like I’m some high-school girl trying to decide just how far she will go.”

“What about me?” said Gigi.

“Oh, don’t worry. I promise yours will come off.”

He put his hand on Gigi’s shoulder and pulled her towards him. “Clea is one kiss ahead of you so you’d better catch up.” Their lips touched. As the kiss got more intense he let his hand slip down onto her blouse. As he continued to kiss Gigi he worked his way down her front undoing the buttons.

They broke their kiss for a moment. Gigi slipped off her blouse. He reached around her, unclipped her bra and soon she was topless.

He turned back to Clea. “Your turn,” he said. He leaned forward and they started to kiss, gently moving their lips against each other. He slipped his hand down onto her sweater. Once again he could feel her nipple through her sweater. He sat back for a moment.

“Take it off,” he said quietly.

“Really? I’ve never done anything like this with…well, another woman half-naked too. I suppose this is a threesome. Well, a two-and-a-half-some since I’m not going to have full sex.”

She pulled her sweater over her head and she too was topless. He lightly caressed one of her breasts as he started to kiss her again. He felt Gigi’s fingers undoing the buttons on his shirt as his tongue jousted with Clea’s. Gigi reached around him and started to stroke his nipples once his shirt was open while he and Clea continued to kiss and his fingers explored her hard nipples.

Peter pulled away from Clea and looked at her naked breasts for the first time. Her breasts were smaller than Gigi’s crowned with light brown areolas at the center of which were little pink nipples the size and color of pencil erasers.

“Pretty breasts,” he said as he reached out with both hands and cradled them, gently caressing them with the tips of his fingers. Then his hands dropped to Clea’s waist. He undid the button on her pants and slipped down the zip. He made no attempt to take off her pants, just unzipped her. He looked down at the vee where her jeans were opened. He could see her cream-colored panties. He hooked a finger into the front of the waistband and pulled out and down, finally getting his first sight of her triangle of copper-orange curls. “And a pretty bush too,” he said as he moved forward and started to kiss her again.

As he had done that afternoon, he pushed his hand into her panties and slowly moved deeper, around the curve of her body. He could feel the fleshiness of her outer lips. He let one finger push deeper, into her wet furrow. She gasped as his finger slid across her clit.

Meanwhile, Gigi’s hands had slipped down from his nipples and were now undoing his belt and opening up his pants. Once she had his cock free, Gigi lowered her head and took him into her mouth. She started to swirl her tongue around his cockhead.

His fingers slid further into Clea’s panties. He could feel the dampness of her panties against the back of his fingers. He curled a finger up and felt it slide into the welcoming wetness of her pussy.

“Oh god that feel so good,” she moaned as his finger slowly penetrated deeper into her body.

“That looks so sexy,” Gigi said, lifting her head of his cock. “Seeing your hand in my friend’s panties. Knowing where your finger probably is. Knowing what she’s feeling.”

“Watching you suck his cock is pretty hot too,” said Clea. “It’s very tempting but I mustn’t. This is my limit.”

He pushed Gigi away for a moment. He stood up, let his pants fall to his ankles and kicked them away. He slipped off his already unbuttoned shirt. Now he was completely naked.

“OK?” Peter said to Clea.

“Yes. Just about. It’s pretty odd you being naked like that. I mean I’ve not been with another naked man for years. Kiss me and finger me and make me cum and then I’ll go home and leave you an Gigi to do…everything.”

“Your wish is my command,” he said as he moved so that he could easily kiss her and finger-fuck her while giving Gigi full access to his cock. His finger pushed back inside her cunt as his tongue pushed back into her mouth.

Since he was looking the other way, he sensed rather than heard Gigi slip out of her pants. As he continued to slide his finger in long strokes, over Clea’s clit and as deep as he could reach inside her, he wasn’t surprised by the unmistakable feeling of Gigi’s soft labia rubbing on his cockhead. He felt her reach down and position him in her own opening before she slowly pressed herself down and his cock started to slip into her tight cunt.

He reached over with his other hand and encouragingly caressed Gigi’s ass as she gradually worked his thick cock into her body. At the same time he started to focus on Clea’s clit a little more, circling rhythmically on it as he sensed her arousal building.

“Oh god, don’t stop,” she moaned. “I’m close.”

Peter was surprised when Gigi suddenly lifted herself off his cock. And even more surprised when she grabbed Clea’s pants and panties and in a smooth movement pulled them down and off, leaving Clea naked. Gigi looked at Peter and winked. But Clea was so aroused she hardly seemed to notice except that now it was easier than before for his fingers to work their magic among the wet folds of her pussy.

“Oh yes, yes,” Clea moaned in time with the movements of his fingers inside. “Yes, yes, keep going, yes, oh yes, fuck me, you have such sexy fingers.”

Peter felt Gigi straddle him again and take his cock back inside herself.

“That is so hot,” Gigi said, “like my own personal porno movie watching your fingers inside her.”

“I’m going to cum,” Clea squealed. Her body went limp for a moment, the lull before the storm, and then suddenly she tensed up and almost arched her body off the sofa. She grunted as her climax slammed into her body. “Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes,” she squealed as her body jerked in little twitches. “Oh keep going, don’t stop.” Gigi started to fuck him a little harder as she watched her friend orgasm beside her. His finger continued to gently rub Clea’s clit until her orgasm had run its course.

Gigi lifted herself up off Peter’s cock. Peter moved between Clea’s outspread legs. He nestled the point of his cock against the pink petals of her pussy.

“Oh my god. What happened to my pants? You promised not to take them off.”

“I didn’t, Gigi did.”

“What? Why?” She reached down and grasped his cock. “No, you mustn’t. I’m a married woman.” But instead of pushing him away she positioned him in her entrance. “Oh shit. It’s so disloyal but I just…I so want it.”

He could sense her desire, knew she wanted him inside her, knew she didn’t want to have to take any decision. He pushed his hips forwards watching as his pink cockhead parted her labia and vanished into the redhead’s body.

“Oh I can’t believe I’m doing this. It’s so forbidden,” Clea moaned as she felt his cock slowly slipping deeper and deeper into her warm cunt. He moved his hips back a little and then pushed forward firmly again. His cock vanished into her. Clea put her hands on his hips and pulled herself against him, spreading her legs wide, trying to get every little bit of him inside.

Peter started to thrust into her. He reached over and grabbed one of Gigi’s hands. He moved placed it on Clea’s fiery bush. Gigi’s fingers slipped a little lower and she touched another woman’s pussy for the first time. She started to gently finger Clea’s clit as Peter’s cock slipped back and forth in the warm wetness of sex.

“Oh my god it’s like I’m melting into pure sex or something,” moaned Clea as intense spasms of arousal radiated through her body from between her outspread thighs. Peter leant forward and took one of Clea’s nipples between his teeth. He was surprised when Gigi also leant forward and started to kiss Clea’s other nipple.

“This is so fucking intense. I almost can’t take it,” Clea said, the words coming out in short bursts between the thrusts of Peter’s thick cock into her cunt. Gigi’s finger continued to pleasure the little tiny pink bud of her clit.

“Are you going to cum for us?” Peter said.

“Oh god yes. I’m already close.”

He started to thrust a little harder and faster.

“Oh yes. Just keep going at that speed. Keep going…I’m going to…” Her voice fell away but everyone knew just what she was going to say. Her body suddenly twitched and then went stiff, like her earlier orgasm. She wrapped her legs tightly around Peter’s hips and then was rocking her hips back and forth as hard as she could, moving her pussy up and down the hard shaft buried inside her. “Oh, oh, oh,” she squealed as the waves of her climax flooder her whole body. Gigi continued to keep her finger on her friend’s clit as best she could, rubbing it fast as Clea’s orgasm ran its course.

Peter pulled out of Clea. She lay there on her back on the sofa, her legs spread obscenely, seemingly almost unconscious from the intensity of her orgasm. Peter moved Gigi so she was on all fours between Clea’s thighs. He moved behind her and slid back into Gigi’s pussy as Gigi lowered her head and started to softly lick Clea’s tender clit.

Peter grabbed Gigi’s hips and started to fuck her hard and fast, pistoning his cock into her pussy and slamming his belly against her ass, pushing her mouth onto the redhead’s pussy.

Clea opened her eyes to see the tableau of her friend licking her pussy while Peter fucked her roughly from behind.

“Oh I can’t believe we’re doing this…I’ve never…not even close,” she panted.

Peter could sense that Gigi was getting close to cumming. He licked his thumb and pressed it against the tight brown pucker of her asshole. He pushed a little harder and just the tip entered her, eliciting a long moan. As he continued to fuck her, he gradually worked his thumb deeper into her ass.

Suddenly Gigi squealed. She let out a long, guttural moan as her orgasm erupted. She pushed her ass back hard against Peter as his cock in her pussy and his thumb in her ass filled her body with waves of sexual joy.

Peter was close to cumming himself. A few more thrusts into Gigi and he felt the first blast of cum pump deep into her pussy. He pulled out of her and a couple of warm ropes of cum shot across her ass. Clea suddenly leapt up and took his cock into her mouth, using her tongue to coax the last weaker dribbles from his softening cock.

The three of them collapsed onto the rug in a tangled heap of arms and legs, covered in sweat and juice and cum.

Clea sighed. “So much for going home early.”

“You may as well stay all night now,” Gigi said.

“May as well be hanged for a sheep than a lamb, as the saying goes.”

Peter disentangled himself. He took one girl’s hand in each of his and pulled them both to their feet. They walked upstairs and all three of them fell into his bed. He lay in the center with a woman, a married woman, on either side of him. For sure there would be lots more fun before morning.

Chapter 3: Clea Sighted

I can’t believe what I did last night. I went and met my friend Gigi and Peter and I fully intended just to have a drink and a kiss. Well, okay, a bit more than a kiss, but not much more. And somehow all three of us ended up in Peter’s bed and we never even had that drink.

We woke early, just when it started to get light. Peter’s cock was rock hard and so, of course, it didn’t take long before Gigi and I were taking it in turns to have him inside us. Then we got up and showered and Peter took us to a nearby diner where we had coffee and some breakfast before we all went off to our respective workplaces.

That evening was when everything came crashing down around me. I got home to find my husband Tim was already back from his business trip. His original schedule had him coming home late that evening having had an early dinner with a client in southern California. I could sense immediately that something wasn’t quite right.

“Where were you last night?” Tim asked.

“Here,” I said indignantly.

“No you weren’t. I packed in a hurry last night and left some clothes I decided not to take on the bed. They are still there exactly where I left them.”

“OK. I got a little drunk. I was with Gigi and it got really late and so it was just easier to stay over.”

“But Gigi and Josh live over by the marina,” Tim said. “My meeting in L.A. got canceled so I got an early flight back. I was in a taxi coming back into the city when I saw you and Gigi down in SOMA. And there was a guy too. You’d better tell me the whole story. Because by the way you two were behaving, laughing and kidding and couldn’t keep your hands off him, I won’t believe you and Gigi didn’t have sex with him last night.”

So I was caught. The very first time I’d ever so much as kissed another man and within 24 hours my husband pretty much knows. Of course I immediately burst into tears. A mixture of embarrassment, shame, disappointment in my own behavior and, worst, the fact that I knew I had to admit everything to my husband and beg his forgiveness.

So between sobs I told him the story. Meeting Peter at lunch with Gigi, going for drinks with them, knowing that Peter was going to shamelessly hit on me and secretly enjoying the attention, kissing in the park, going to his place last night fully intending to be a good girl. And then being bad, as bad as it gets. What was I thinking?

I wanted Tim to put his arms around me and tell me everything was all right, but he just sat there poker-faced. Was he going to want a divorce? Would our relationship recover? What could I do to make amends? At the very least I owed him a fling with another woman but I didn’t know if he even wanted one.

“I talked to Josh,” he said. “So I expect Gigi is having a similarly difficult conversation.”

“Oh no! She’ll be in tears too. I’m so sorry. It was so thoughtless, a spur of the moment thing. What do you want to do?”

“Do you want to stay married?”

“Of course. More than anything. I love you. I can’t believe I let my…my body make me so stupid.”

“So neither Josh nor I want to get divorced either. But first you need to be punished. And then you need to earn back our trust.”

“Punished? What sort of punishment?”

“So here’s what Josh and I decided would be your punishment. You either take it or you can walk out the front-door and not come back.”

“I’ll take it. Whatever it is. I don’t want to lose you.”

“First, you will both be caned for your terrible behavior. If you behave like naughty schoolgirls you will be treated like naughty schoolgirls.”

“OK. But be gentle.”

“No, I will not be gentle at all. It will really hurt. I will take out how angry I feel on your defenseless ass. Just as Josh will on Gigi’s. Next, you and Gigi will put on a show for us.”

“What sort of show?”

“A sex show of course. You’ll undress each other, and finger and lick each other, and make each other cum. Josh and I will watch.”

“But I’m not a lesbian.”

“You had a threesome last night. I can’t believe you girls didn’t touch each other all night. All girls seem to be somewhat into other girls.”

That was certainly true. I couldn’t believe it when Gigi started to lick me, not to mention how good and how natural it felt. And although I didn’t lick her, I did finger her clit while Peter was fucking her.

“And the third part of your punishment is that tomorrow night you will go and be Josh’s sex-slave and Gigi will come here an be mine for a whole day.”

“What do you mean sex-slave?”

“You will do whatever he wants. If he wants to fuck you up the ass, you roll onto your front. If he wants you to show a stranger your pussy, you pull down your panties. If he wants you to go to the door and pay the pizza guy in a see-through negligee, you do it.”

“And Gigi? What will she have to do?”

“I haven’t decided yet. Of course I’m going to fuck her. And make her suck me. And Josh says she’s never had anal sex so I think that would be special. I don’t think I’ll let her wear anything except when we are out. It looks like she has a pretty good body under her clothes, I’ll want to see it as much as possible.”

So that was my punishment. First a painful caning. I knew I’d be in tears almost immediately. Then putting on a show with Gigi. Having played with her body a bit the night before that shouldn’t be too bad, but really embarrassing doing it with my husband watching, not to mention Josh, Gigi’s husband. I don’t even know him that well. He’s certainly never seen me naked or even in a swimsuit. And then a day with him. At least he has a good body but it is still hard to imaging fucking my best friend’s husband. Girls just don’t do that. Well, I suppose married women aren’t meant to fuck other men, period, so it is certainly just deserts.

“Tonight,” Tim said, “you can sleep in the spare bedroom. Reflect on how bad and unfaithful you have been. I’m not going to fuck you until I’ve fucked your friend and got some of it out of my system. Tomorrow evening, Friday, Gigi and Josh will come over here. You’ll get caned. Then put on our little girl-on-girl show. And then Josh will take you home until the following night leaving Gigi here.”

That night was terrible. I lay in our spare bed, occasionally tearing up. I could hardly sleep but I had to go to work tomorrow and then…the weekend of punishment.

When I came home from work, Tim was not yet home. But lying on the dining table was a cushion from the sofa. On it lay a long bamboo cane, maybe half an inch thick. It looked terrifying.

I went upstairs and packed a few clothes into a bag, since I would be leaving and going to Josh and Gigi’s house later.

Tim arrived home at almost the same time as Gigi and Josh came to the door. At least we didn’t have to have another horrible conversation. I hoped that if we got this weekend over with then things would return somewhat to normal. Normal conversation, share the bed, have sex again.

Tim opened a bottle of wine and poured each of us a glass. We stood there in the living room talking about the weather and sipping wine, as if this was a social engagement before we all went out to dinner together or something. But underneath everything was the ominous knowledge that this was the weekend when Gigi and I would have to make amends for our bad behavior.

Josh tossed a coin and apparently this meant that Gigi would get caned first. I wasn’t sure which would be better. Going first and getting it over with, or going second and having a few more minutes of respite. But also having to watch Gigi’s punishment, so not under any illusions by the time it was my turn.

“Take down your pants and panties,” Josh said to his wife. Gigi looked at him, her eyes begging for a last reprieve that didn’t come. Slowly she unbuttoned her pants, undid the zip and pushed them down far enough to uncover her bottom. “And your panties,” Josh said. I knew how self-conscious she must feel pushing her panties down with my husband watching.

Josh took one of the dining chairs and put it in the center of the room. “Hold onto the chair, rest your head on the cushion, and bend over.”

It was an obscene position. She was fully clothed above the waist, and her pants still covered her legs. It was impossible not to stare at her pale bottom. Impossible not to look at her pussy, framed between her thighs. I didn’t need to see Tim to know he was inspecting the pink gash of Gigi’s pussy lips. A small shiver went through my body when I suddenly realized that my husband’s cock would be pushing into that pussy later that night.

Josh picked up the cane off the cushion. He took an experimental stroke. The whoosh of the cane through the air was chilling, knowing that first Gigi’s bottom and then mine would be at the receiving end.

He held the cane so it just touched Gigi’s bottom. Her bottom looked so white and defenseless, all the more so since her legs and back were tanned making the contrast to her white cheeks more extreme. Soft, pale, smooth, feminine cheeks about to be abused.

Josh raised the cane high and brought it down hard. It swooshed through the air and made a horrible crack when it contacted Gigi’s exposed ass-cheeks. There was a brief pause and then Gigi cried in pain. A few seconds later a red welt appeared across her ass. Josh stood there letting the pain build up and subside a bit drawing out the punishment. Gigi started to sob. I felt sorry for her, but for me the worst thing was that I knew it would be me next.

After what must have been about half a minute, Josh took aim again. Part of me didn’t want to watch but another part of me couldn’t tear my eyes away. Another loud swoosh, another crack, another squeal of pain, another red welt. By the time of the last stroke, the tenth, Gigi’s ass was a pale canvas with a grid of red wheals. She was sobbing continuously.

“OK. You can stand up,” Josh said. Gigi stood. There were tears running down her face. She started to pull up her panties. “No, take them off completely,” Josh ordered. Gigi pushed them down along with her pants and stepped out of them naked from the waist down. I could see my husband inspecting her slit, a long deep groove at the base of her belly with a small strip of sparse blonde pubic hair, and the pink tongue of her inner labia just visible peeking out.

Josh passed the cane to Tim. “Your turn,” he said to me. I slowly undid the button on my jeans and pushed them down along with my panties. They fell around my ankles and I pushed them off. I went and took hold of the chair and bent right over. I felt very vulnerable like that. Firstly, my naked ass was stuck in the air as a target for the fearsome cane. And secondly I could sense Josh’s eyes looking at my pussy for the first time. Then a random thought came as to why I should care. This weekend he would not just be looking at it, he would be fingering it, licking it, fucking it. Surprisingly, I felt a little flutter of arousal in my pussy at the thought.

I felt the cane against my ass as Tim took aim. The cane went away. Then the whoosh and the crack. I heard the cane on my ass before I felt it. For a split second there was no pain at all. And then it felt like a red hot iron bar had been pushed onto my ass. Searing pain shot through my cheeks. I heard myself scream out with surprise as much as pain. The burning got more intense by the second. I felt tears well up. I couldn’t remember experiencing anything so excruciating in my life. Gradually the intense burning diffused to a painful throbbing.

Then the whoosh of the cane again. My whole body tensed up in anticipation of the agony I was about to experience. Crack, the cane slashed across my ass again, higher this time. The same tiny moment of respite before the cane scorched a line of intense pain across my cheeks, my cheeks that had never ever been caned before. He waited longer this time. The intensity faded to a throbbing and the throbbing to a dull ache across my whole ass. I just wanted to get it over with, not have to experience each stroke as an individual punishment.

Just as the pain became bearable, I felt the cane pressed against my ass again. He was aiming lower, close to my pussy. I squeezed my legs together automatically to protect it. I heard the cane and gritted my teeth. It was impossible to feel anything except my ass, burning as if it was on fire. The cane hit and another burning branch was thrown onto the blaze. I heard myself cry out. Tears were flowing continuously now, I couldn’t control myself. The new stroke flared and then merged into the general throbbing across my whole ass.

I couldn’t imagine how I would be able to withstand ten strokes. But the strokes seemed to merge into each other in an endless haze of searing pain. Having seen Gigi’s ass, I knew what mine must look like, a grid of red wheals, each a trace of one stroke of my punishment, a red reminder of my infidelity.

I had lost count of the strokes when Tim suddenly said, “OK, you can stand up.” I reached back and gently ran my fingertips over my ass. I could feel the marks of the cane, each a little raised from what was normally the smooth silky skin of my ass. I took a tissue and wiped the tears off my face.

The two men sat at the dining table drinking wine. Gigi and I stood, of course. There was no way either of us was going to be sitting down for a while. Both of our asses glowed like red beacons. I took a large gulp of my wine. A little alcohol might take the edge off my aching ass.

Tim got up and left the room and returned with a duvet that he spread out on the floor. The stage for our show, I presumed.

Without being asked, I decided it was time to start. I moved in front of Gigi and started to unbutton her shirt. I leaned forward and kissed her. It was odd since I’d never kissed a woman like that before. I pushed her shirt off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I reached around behind her and unclipped her bra and took it off. Now she was completely naked.

She reached out and pulled my T-shirt off over my head as I lifted my arms. Depending on what I’m wearing I don’t always wear a bra but today, with just a thin T-shirt I did. I felt her fingers fumble with the claps and then it released and I shook my bra off down my arms.

I took Gigi’s hand and the two of us lay down on the duvet. We wrapped our arms around each other, pressing our naked breasts together as we kissed, more passionately now. I pushed my tongue into her mouth. It felt different from kissing a man, softer and gentler and more feminine. Not all that surprising I suppose. She moved onto her back. I continued to kiss her but also let a hand slide down from her shoulder and cupped one of her breasts. I felt her nipple go hard against the palm of my hand. I was surprised how aroused this was making me. I did my best to forget the two men watching us and focused on giving Gigi the best sexual experience that I could. I had no idea if she’d ever been with a woman before but she seemed to be going along with everything I did.

I moved down her body, planting kisses down her neck, across the top of her breast until I took one of her nipples into my mouth. I gently held it between my teeth as I stroked it with the tip of my tongue. She moaned quietly, whether acting or genuine I couldn’t really tell. I kissed my way further down her body, across the bottom part of her breast and across her belly, I tickled her navel with my tongue and then went lower still, through the small patch of blonde curls to the most intimate corner of her body.

Gigi spread her legs for me. I’d never seen a pussy like that at point-blank range. Even in the locker room at the gym you may see naked women but you don’t get to see their pussies. I inspected her as if it was a biology lesson. Her pussy looked different from mine. She had much smaller inner labia whereas mine are big and puffy. I put my fingers on her outer lips and gently moved them apart. Her whole pussy opened up like an exotic pink sea-anemone. I could see her opening, the entrance to her sex. And the little pink bud where her labia came back together that I presumed must be her clit. It is a lot harder to find your way around another woman’s pussy purely visually. The only pussy I’m used to is my own and I find my way around that by feel, plus, of course, it is out of sight around the curve of my own body in any case.

I lowered my head and gently pushed my tongue into the pink cave of her cunt. She tasted clean and sexy. “Oh yes,” she moaned as I circled my tongue in the entrance to her body, gradually pushing my tongue into her as deep as I could. I ran the tip of my tongue the length of her pussy, not quite reaching her clit. I did that a few times and then I paused. Slowly, ever so slowly, I moved the tip of my tongue onto her clit. It felt surprisingly hard, like a tiny ball-bearing. Her body shuddered at the first touch and she let out a long sigh of pleasure.

When I masturbate I like to circle a fingertip around my clit, nudging it but not touching it too directly or it gets uncomfortable. So I started to do that to Gigi’s clit with my tongue. From the sounds she was making I was doing something right. I could sense her arousal building up as my tongue worked its magic. I put a fingertip in the entrance to her vagina and gently pushed inside. It felt very different from my own, mostly because I’m more aware of it from the vagina side than the finger side when I probe myself. As I continued to circle her clit with the tip of my tongue, I began to slowly finger-fuck her, sliding my finger back and forth inside the warm, tight wetness of her sex.

Gigi was moaning loudly now. Some of it might have been acting but there was no doubt that she was totally aroused too. I’d seen her orgasm before and I knew she was close.

I lifted my head for a moment. “Cum for me Gigi,” I said quietly.

“Oh god yes,” she sighed. “Don’t stop. I’m nearly there.”

I bent back down and licked her clit a bit harder. At the same time I continued to fuck her with my finger, not breaking the rhythm at all. Her body suddenly went taut and she let out a sort of growl like a rabid animal. Her orgasm exploded. I could feel her pussy contracting around my finger as the waves of her climax flooded her body. I very lightly and gently licked her clit, knowing how sensitive it probably had become, as the waves became ripples and finally died away.

Gigi lay there for a bit, her body limp and exhausted. Finally she opened her eyes. “Your turn,” she said quietly.

I rolled onto my back and spread my legs. From where the two men were sitting nothing was hidden. Gigi moved and started to kiss one of my little breasts, kissing in circles and gradually approaching my nipple. I could feel my nipples were rock hard and very sensitive. Finally she was kissing my nipple, taking it between her lips. The tip of her tongue circled the hard point sending spasms of pleasure sparking through my body. I could feel my cunt all wet and excited and expectant.

Gigi moved away from my breast and moved so that she was lying between my outspread thighs. I could feel her breath on my pussy. I felt her fingers on my lips, opening me up, freeing my clit from its hiding place. I looked down. It was odd to see my friend, a woman, between my legs where I was used to only seeing my husband. Her tongue was softly licking my inner lips. I could feel my juices running down from my pussy down between my cheeks. I was dripping with excitement.

I looked over at the two men watching us. But instead of feeling self-conscious, it felt incredibly sexy. We were putting on show, letting them live a fantasy that most men only could dream of. I knew they were both rock hard. My husband’s cock that I knew so well, and Josh’s cock that I had never seen but would soon enough be inside me.

Suddenly I had an idea. “Get your cocks out,” I said firmly.

I think it was just the catalyst they needed. They had wanted to touch their cocks for ages. Both men unzipped their pants and started to stroke themselves. Josh’s cock looked big, bigger than my husband, bigger than I was used to. I felt a quiver in my pussy at the thought that it would soon be in there.

Gigi started to attack my clit more firmly. I heard myself starting to moan involuntarily. I half closed my eyes, but I could still just see the two men stroking their cocks as Gigi drove my body towards completion.

“Oh yes, keep going, just like that,” I moaned although Gigi didn’t seem to need any encouragement. “Yes, I’m going to…I am…oh god,” I squealed as I felt my orgasm burst from my clit, flood my pussy, and send tingling feelings everywhere from my toes to my scalp. “Oh don’t stop,” I moaned as the tremors of my climax radiated through my whole body. I felt Gigi push a finger into my cunt to milk the last few drops of pleasure from my quivering pussy.

Almost at the same time Gigi and I had the same idea. We crawled across the floor and knelt in front of the two men. Neither of has had said anything, we had not made any kind of pact, but we both chose the other’s husband.

I bent down and took Josh’s huge cock into my mouth. Definitely bigger than I was used to. Although Peter’s thick cock had been good practice. I didn’t expect him to last long. We’d put on a pretty good show. I started to swirl my tongue around the fat pink mushroom of his cockhead. He started to moan little nothings of encouragement. I started to take him deeper into my mouth. With one hand I started to gently stroke his shaft, the other I pushed into his pants and caressed his balls.

I glanced to one side. Gigi was bobbing her head up and down on Tim’s cock. He lay back with his eyes closed, clearly in ecstasy.

I sensed that Josh was reaching that point of no return, just about to cum. I wondered whether to tease him, to soften my licking, holding him just short of cumming, but there would be plenty of time for that the next day. Instead I licked him hard and pumped his shaft hard. He groaned and I felt the first jet of cum shoot into the back of my mouth. I continued to gently stroke his shaft as his body emptied spurt after spurt of thick cum onto my tongue.

I swallowed his cum and sat up. Just at that moment Tim started to cum in Gigi’s mouth. She pulled back from him and stroked him and I watched, for the first time, ropes of cum spurt from my husband’s cock into the mouth of another woman.

We stood around for a while drinking our wine and doing our best to have a normal conversation. As normal as you can with two guys fully dressed sitting down and two naked women standing beside them.

I got dressed and picked up my bag. I wore a skirt but I deliberately wore no panties. Josh and I left leaving a naked Gigi to the unbridled desires of my husband.

In a way it felt weirder leaving my friend Gigi at my house knowing my husband was going to fuck her, than it did to be leaving with Josh. I suppose because I’d already broken the taboo of unfaithfulness to my marital vows but my husband would get to do that for the first time later that night. Plus, having discovered with Peter the thrill of illicit sex with someone other than my husband, I was actually looking forward to Josh fucking me. I could already feel my pantiless pussy fluttering with anticipation.

In the car, Josh and I talked a little about our pasts. Our sexual pasts. It turns out that Josh was a virgin when he met Gigi. So she’s the only woman he’s ever fucked. Tonight will be even more of a treat for him than I had expected.

When we arrived at Josh and Gigi’s house he seemed a little subdued, as if he was a bit uncertain how much freedom he had to do what he wanted with me. Or perhaps he was a bit nervous only having ever had sex with one woman and unsure about in which ways I might be different. So I just took control.

I stood in front of him. “Kiss me,” I said. He didn’t need telling twice and our lips came together and our tongues found each other. I reached down and put my hands on his ass and pushed my body against him. I could feel his cock hardening against my mound. I dropped to my knees and undid his belt. In no time his pants and boxers were around his ankles and he kicked them away. His cock stuck out, almost completely hard. I took him into my mouth and used my tongue to bring him to complete rigidity while he unbuttoned his shirt.

I was kneeling fully clothed and he was standing naked in front of me. I looked up at him as I lovingly caressed his cock with my lips and my tongue. I love to look into a man’s eyes when I suck his cock. It makes it even more intimate somehow. And it is especially exciting when it’s not my husband’s eyes I’m gazing into. Looking into a man’s eyes as he cums in my mouth is even more intimate, but I wasn’t planning on Josh cumming in my mouth this time. My pussy was aching for attention.

I stood up and pushed Josh backwards a little. The back of his legs hit the sofa and almost automatically he sat down. I stepped onto the sofa, one foot on either side of him, and I lowered my body over his cock. My skirt hid that I was not wearing panties but he certainly noticed the moment my pussy lips touch his cockhead. More by luck than judgment the point of his cock engaged into my entrance and all I needed to do was to sink down. I expected his cock to simply slide into me but he’s big, bigger than my husband, and so I had to lift myself up and press back down several times to work him completely inside me.

“Oh Clea,” he said. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to fuck you.”

“Well you are a very naughty boy for wondering that when you are married. But aren’t you lucky. Now you get to find out. Just sit back and enjoy.”

I started to fuck him, rocking my hips back and forth on his huge cock. At the same time I pulled my T-shirt off over my head. I never put my bra back on so then I was topless. I leant forward and offered a breast to his mouth. His tongue snaked out and circled my nipple, which immediately went rock-hard. I pushed my little breast further into his mouth and he gently bit my nipple, sending little spasms of pleasure spiraling away.

Because his cock is so thick he felt very different inside me. I changed the movement of my hips so that I was going more up and down, lifting my body up so that his cock almost left me, before sinking down and taking him completely into my cunt. It felt wonderful each time his massive member re-entered my sopping wet cunt. I could sense that Josh was getting close to cumming already. The excitement of fucking another woman was almost too much for him.

“You are nearly cumming aren’t you? Fucking your wife’s best friend.”

“You are fucking incredible, Clea. You feel so tight and hot and wet on my cock.”

“Cum for me, big boy. I want to feel your cum in my pussy. In my married pussy where you don’t normally have permission to go.”

“Oh yes, Clea, make me cum.”

His hands were on my breasts as I continued to rise and fall, pumping his cock with my pussy. I squeezed my cunt hard onto his cock and I reached out and pinched his nipples hard. That took him over the top.

“Oh shit, I’m cumming,” he gasped, although it is obvious anyway. The feeling inside my cunt changed as his cock pumped thick white cum inside me and I milked him dry with my hips.

I stood up, lifted up the front of my skirt, and positioned my pussy just in front of his mouth. He pushed out his tongue and the tip touched my clit. It was as if a jolt of electricity shocked my body.

“Oh yes Josh,” I moaned. “Lick me. Make me cum.”

He was a bit rough. Obviously Gigi has a less sensitive clit than I do. But he knew what he was doing well enough despite having only licked one pussy in his life. I knew that I was getting close, I could feel the spring of arousal winding up tight inside me, ready to release like a jack-in-the-box.

“Don’t stop Josh,” I said. It felt really dirty to use his name all the time, just because it’s not my husband’s name I suppose.

“Oh good boy,” I said as I felt the onrush of my orgasm. “Oh Josh,” I moaned as the first spasm of my orgasm burst through my body. I felt my pussy convulsing as his tongue continued to attack my clit. I moved forward pressing my pussy against his mouth as the pulsation of my orgasm squeezed his cum from my cunt onto his tongue.

I squatted back down again. I could feel his cock, now soft, pressed against my pussy. I leant forward and gave him a kiss.

“So how was your second woman?” I asked.

“Perfect. Just perfect,” he replied. This weekend was going to be more fun than I had expected.

The two of us went upstairs, showered together and then got into bed. Somehow, knowing that this was Josh and Gigi’s marital bed, a bed where no other woman had ever been, made even that everyday act seem special.

In the morning I decided to be a dirty girl. Tim had told me that he was going to fuck Gigi up the ass because she’d never been taken anally. So that meant that Josh had never done it either. I’ve done it a few times and although it’s not something I rave about, it makes a change. And it feels so dirty. I wanted to do something with Josh that Gigi didn’t do for him. I’m not sure why I was feeling so competitive, but I wanted my day with him to be the best sex he’d ever had. Better than sex with his wife. The most memorable sex of his life.

I woke first and I went to the bathroom. In my toilet bag I had a tube of lube. I squeezed some out and rubbed it on my asshole. I gradually worked first one finger, and then two, inside me, distributing the lube ready for Josh’s cock. Then I got back in bed with him. He stirred, starting to wake up.

I reached over and grasped his cock. He was completely soft. I gently massaged his cock. I love the feel of a cock as it grows larger and larger between my fingers like that. He started to moan encouragement as he finally awoke completely.

I rolled onto my back and spread my legs. He moved over me. I reached down and grasped his cock and guided his knob into me. I wasn’t totally ready for him but I like the feel as a cock works its way into me as my pussy relaxes and wettens. We fucked like that for a bit but I didn’t want him to get too close to cumming yet.

I pushed him off and rolled onto my front. I pulled my knees up underneath me so that my pussy was offered to him like a mare to a stallion. His cock slid back inside me, deeper still in this position, and he pistoned into me for a bit.

I reached down between my legs and grabbed him. He wasn’t really sure what I was doing at first. I pulled myself off his cock and then positioned the point of his cock on the tight pucker of my asshole. I pushed myself slowly back against him, feeling his cockhead start to press into my pre-lubricated rear entrance.

“Oh fuck Clea,” he sighed as he realized what I was doing. “You are unbelievable.”

I felt my asshole start to distend to accommodate him. It was extremely intense, after all he was thicker than any other cock I’d ever had in my ass, but I was determined to take him. Once I sensed his cockhead was inside me, I started to rock back and forth a little, gradually working him into me a tiny bit at a time. When I was relaxed enough that I wasn’t worried about pain I let go of his cock.

“Fuck me Josh. Fuck my ass. Fuck it good and hard.”

He grabbed my hips and started to thrust his own hips back and forth. His cock felt enormous inside my smallest little hole. Enormous but exciting. I don’t know what it is about being fucked up the ass but it is something like sex when you are a teenager: dirty and illicit. I pushed my body back hard against him each time his hips thrust forward, burying his thick cock inside me until his belly pressed against my ass-cheeks. Funnily enough his belly against my ass, still sore from my caning, was more uncomfortable than his cock in my ass-hole.

I pulled away from him and rolled him onto his back. Then I squatted over him and took him back into my ass. He reached out and started to play with my pussy, sticking two fingers inside me. I put my hands on his shoulders and I started to fuck him again, sliding the tight ring of muscle up and down his cock. I felt completely full, with his cock in my ass and his fingers fucking my pussy.

“Look into my eyes as you cum, Josh,” I said. I knew he was close.

I continued to move my hips as I watched his orgasm build up and then burst through his body. I stared into his eyes as his cock squirted jets of warm cum into my rectum. His first anal sex. Something he’d never forget.

I sat there on top of him, with his cock still in my ass. I could feel it gradually softening and feel my asshole contract around it as his cock became thinner. Finally, I lifted myself up off him and lay down beside him.

“You are amazing Clea. I never expected you to let me fuck you up the ass.”

“Josh, I’m not allowed to refuse you whatever you ask for. I’m your sex-slave for a day, remember. If you wanted to fuck me up my ass you just had to order me to do it. Is there anything else you want me to do?”

“I want you to lick my cock. The cock that was just in your ass.”

That was something I’d never done before. But I could hardly refuse. I moved down the bed and took his soft cock into my mouth. His cock was surprising. Erect he was quite a bit bigger than my husband; soft he was a lot smaller. I thought it might feel a bit disgusting but it was fine. I licked his little cock clean. It tasted more of his cum than anything else.

“Masturbate for me,” Josh said. He was definitely starting to get into his role as master to my slave finally. “And talk to me while you do. Tell me what you are fantasizing about.”

I moved across the bed and lay down so that he would have a good view straight up between my legs. I slowly parted my thighs watching his eyes as they drank in the sight of my unobscured pussy.

“You are so different from Gigi,” he said. “Your pussy is like an butterfly with big pink wings. Plus your beautiful fiery pubes.”

“I like to start by stroking my nipples to get warmed up,” I said as my fingers went to my breasts and started to rub my nipples gently. My breasts are quite small but I have big sensitive nipples to make up for it. I felt them start to stiffen, felt the arousal start to build up in my pussy, knew I was starting to get wet. “Then when I’m ready I reach down and use one hand to open myself up.” While one hand continued to stimulate a nipple, the other snaked down across my belly, through my orange hair and spread my pussy open, uncovering my clit. “Then with the other hand I get my clit ready with some of my juices.” My second hand finally left my breast and slipped down between my legs. I pushed a finger almost into my entrance and then slid up between my labia, spreading my wetness onto my clit. I did that a few times until my clit was nicely lubricated. “Then I start to finger my clit.” With just my index finger I rubbed my clit, barely touching it, sending little jolts of excitement into my body. “Once I get a good rhythm going I start to fantasize about something. I close my eyes and retreat into feelings of pure sex. The real world fades away and I’m in the world of my fantasy.”

Suddenly I had an idea. Something risky but maybe with an upside. I would fantasize about Peter. Peter who had got Gigi and myself into so much trouble. Peter who had shamelessly seduced me, knowing I was married. Seduced me because I was married. Peter who I hadn’t given up the hope of fucking again. Maybe we could all invite him over or something. And I don’t mean for afternoon tea.

“I’m remembering the first time Peter kissed me.” Of course I’d told my husband this story when I confessed my sins, but Josh knew nothing of it. “We were in Golden Gate Park a couple of days ago. I so wanted to fuck him but I knew I mustn’t. But I couldn’t resist a little taste. He pulled me behind a bush out of sight of anyone else. It was absolutely electrifying when our lips met. He told me to imagine my mouth was my pussy and he ran his tongue all around my lips. It was almost as exciting as if his tongue really had been between my legs. I knew my pussy was flooded. He reached down and gently pressed his fingertips against it. Still over my pants. But my body totally burned with desire. I knew I should stop him when he unzipped my pants and slipped his hand into my panties, but I also knew I didn’t have the willpower. I wanted to feel his fingers, feel them among the folds of my sex, feel them inside me. When his finger nuzzled against my clit I think I practically came on the spot. I was absolutely dripping wet with arousal. Married sex is very comfortable but this was something so different. Wrong but wonderful. Sinful but so sexual. Rock music, not chamber music.”

As I told him the story I continued to circle a finger on my clit, occasionally dipping back down between my lips for more of my slick juices to keep it wet and slippery.

“He pushed his hand deeper into my panties, underneath my body. I could feel his fingers on my lips. My moist lips engorged with excitement. He curled a finger up. It was the first time for years anyone other than Tim had had a finger inside me. His finger slid easily into my pussy. I was so wet and aroused it felt as if he could push his whole hand in. It felt so wrong. It was wrong. But also it was so unbelievably thrilling. I suppose because it was so wrong. There I was almost in public in the park with a man’s finger who was not my husband stroking back and forth inside that most intimate corner of my body. Where he was absolutely not allowed to be.”

Reliving the encounter in the park with Peter as I masturbated already had me close to cumming.

“I’m getting close to cumming,” I continued. “Both in the park and right now here on your bed. Peter continued to finger-fuck me. He’d push his finger into me and then slide it the entire length of my pussy between my lips, up and over my clit. Then he’d circle my clit a few times before slipping back between my lips and up inside me again. Oh wow, I’m going to cum. In the park I felt my orgasm inside me, just like now. Oh gosh, I’m starting to cum…wow, that’s intense…in the park I was cumming too, barely able to stop my legs collapsing underneath me…his fingers were perfect, coaxing levels of pleasure from my pussy that I didn’t know were possible…oh wow it’s going on and on just like that day.” My finger kept lightly stroking my clit until the final sensations of my orgasm died away. I knew I’d put on a good show.

I moved my hand away and just lay there on the bed, my legs spread wide. I opened my eyes. Josh’s eyes were still glued to my pussy. My swollen pink pussy presumably still glistening with the wetness of my climax.

“Wow, that was something,” Josh said. “Gigi doesn’t like to do that. I mean with me watching. It was very sexy. Intimate.”

I rolled back up the bed so that I was lying alongside him. I put my arms around him and gave him a kiss. “So what’s the plan for the rest of the day?”

“Let’s go out for breakfast as if we are married. Well, we are married. Just not to each other.”

“Well, I’ve got my wedding ring on,” I said holding up my left hand. “And I just got fucked by my husband-for-the-day.”

We showered and went to one of the neighborhood cafés that did a good brunch. I normally don’t drink that early but a glass of champagne seemed perfect. Naughty like everything else that day. We sat there like the happily married couple that we were not, looking around at all the other couples, guessing that most of them were in bed having sex not that long ago just like we had been ourselves.

After eating we wandered around the neighborhood looking in the shop windows. Josh surprised me by holding my hand. A little gesture but very special, given that we were walking around the area where he lived and any of his friends, or worse, Gigi’s friends, might spot us. A married man holding another woman’s hand is suspicious, at the very least.

We went back to the house. Neither of us said anything but somehow we both had the same idea that we would go back upstairs, get back into bed, and have sex. But not rough, raunchy sex. Married sex, as if we really were man and wife. Gentle sex. Making love rather than fucking.

We peeled off our clothes and got under the bed covers naked. We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed. I turned my back to him and he spooned against me. I could feel his cock against my ass, still soft, but soft and sexy. He put an arm over me and held one of my breasts. We lay there like that just cuddling and both of us fell asleep.

Josh must have woken first because when I awoke I was aware of his cock, still against my ass, but this time rock hard. He lay along the length of the crack between my cheeks. He moved so that he was between my thighs, not inside me but just rubbing against my pussy.

“Oh that feels good,” I sighed as his cock slid back and forth against my swelling lips,

I could feel myself getting wet, feel my juices coating his cock. I moved the angle of my hips a little and the next time he pushed forward, the head of his cock, instead of slipping over my lips, slipped into me.

“Oh yes,” I moaned as he slowly moved back and forth, gradually inching his thick cock into my welcoming pussy. He slipped his other hand underneath my body so that he had a hand on each of my breasts. The nipples were hard little points against the palms of his hand. He moved and took each nipple between finger and thumb. As his cock continued its slow relentless movement back and forth inside me, he generated little jolts of joy that seemed to go straight from my nipples to my clit.

Once his belly was pressed against my ass and his cock was completely inside me, I pulled away from him, rolled onto my back and spread my legs as wide as I could. He moved between my outspread thighs and re-entered me. The missionary position, in some ways the most basic and common ways to have sex, but also a position that feels wonderful. I love the weight of my lover on me, the irresistible force he can generate as he pushes his hips down to meet mine as they rise up. And I love to kiss and look into his eyes while his cock creates such wonderful feelings of pleasure between my legs.

I reached down between our bodies and started to masturbate my own clit as he started to move his cock a little bit harder and faster. I could hear myself moaning as my body was overwhelmed with feelings of intense sexual joy.

It felt so intimate, kissing and making love like that. I really felt like more than a wife-for-a-day, more like Josh’s lover. His mistress. Which, I suppose, in a way I was.

“Oh don’t stop, I’m going to cum,” I whispered as I felt my impending orgasm. “Oh Josh, I want to do this again one day,” I moaned as I climaxed. “I hope you do too.” My orgasm faded quickly, not one of those mind-blowing ones.

“Do you really mean that?” he said as he continued to pump his cock in and out of my body.

He stopped talking and I could tell he was about to explode. “Oh god you feel so good,” he moaned as I felt his hips thrust a little deeper and more vigorously and his cock pumped his cum deep in my vagina.

The two of us spent the afternoon lying naked on the bed watching a movie. No, not a porn movie, if we wanted anything sexual it was within arm’s reach. Then we got up, showered and went out to a nearby bar. The plan was to meet Gigi and Tim there and we would have a drink and then go back home with our real spouses. I realized I’d left my bag at Josh and Gigi’s place so in the end we all went back there and it only seemed natural that we should have another drink there, so Josh went to the kitchen to open a bottle of wine and I went upstairs to fetch my bag.

When I walked back into the living room I was surprised that Gigi was kneeling on the floor bent over the sofa, naked from the waist down. The red grid from her caning had turned black and blue. My husband Tim was undoing his pants and getting ready to fuck her one last time. Gigi spread her legs and presented her cunt to him.

Without stopping to think about it, I slipped my pants and panties off and bent over the sofa alongside Gigi. I knew Josh wouldn’t need any further encouragement. I heard him come back into the living room and a short moment later I felt the big mushroom of his knob back at my entrance, nuzzling between my lips, spreading my juice around prior to penetrating me.

I looked across and watched my husband fucking my best friend. It didn’t feel like any sort of betrayal. Erotic to watch in fact. My own personal porno movie.

As Josh fucked me and Tim fucked Gigi, I looked at her and asked her quietly, “Do you want to do this again some time?”

“Fuck yes,” she said. “I’ve had such a great weekend.”

I felt Josh pull out of me. Josh and Tim changed places and I felt my husband’s smaller cock slip inside me for the first time since he discovered my indiscretions. It felt so comfortable and normal, like sleeping in your own bed after a long trip.

“Oh that feels good,” I said. “Welcome back.”

He started to thrust his cock inside me, his movements familiar and reassuring. He bent over my back so that his mouth was close to my ear.

“I forgive you,” he whispered. “But now I know why you did it. How exciting it is to fuck someone else. I’m not sure I want to give that up.”

The two of us, the guilty girls who’d been found out fucking Peter, were back being fucked by our husbands, forgiven completely. But we knew our lives would not be the same going forward. Another weekend I would be back in this house with Josh’s cock instead of my husband’s pleasuring me, while my husband serviced Gigi’s sexual needs. Or all four of us in a heap of writhing naked sexual abandon. Maybe one day we’d even be able to invite Peter to join us. Two horny girls with three men to service us both. Letting Peter seduce me turned out to be a much bigger event that I expected.