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Warning: This is story that involves adults in explicitly sexual
situations. If you are under 18 or offended by erotica, please go
elsewhere. The story is fictitious - any resemblance to real people or
events is purely coincidental. And finally, please respect my copyright
/ ownership of this story.

Note: This is a story I wrote a few years back and posted on A.S.S. I
haven't been to active in the erotica newsgroups for awhile, mostly
because I get the feeling from the stories posted that the only people
who have sex are college aged and younger and the most important aspect
of their sex is their "40DD tits", "10 inch cock", etc. - yawn.


LIFE CAN BE WONDERFUL
by David A. Smith



I slammed my erupting cock as deep into Cheryl's cunt as hard as I could
muster while a shuddering orgasm overcame me. I nearly blanked out. I
collapsed onto her back, pushing her face first into the mattress of the
hotel bed. She still shook from her own orgasm as I slowly climbed back
to consciousness. My first coherent returning thoughts were directly
contradictory. The first thought was "damn, that was good. I want more!"
But that was quickly followed  by "I can't believe I just fucked my
secretary like a wildman. What will my wife do when she finds out?"
As my cock slowly deflated I could feel I was about to slip out of
Cheryl's warm wet sex. Reluctantly I pulled out of her and rolled off to
the side, allowing my hand to brush across the sweet round bottom I'd
watched wiggle out of my office so often. As Cheryl rolled over I looked
down and could see our mixed fluids dripping down her thigh.
She smiled at me and said "that was nice, for starters."
I think she saw the conflicting drives in my eyes and spoke again.
"Look, it's to late too prevent this from happening, and too early to
regret it, so just drop the guilt trip and fuck me proper. You'd better
not be thinking about returning to the office."
She was right, we had come here to spend the afternoon fucking. I'd
worry about the consequences later. As I relaxed with this thought she
smiled again, reached down and began to gently and casually knead my now
soft cock and balls. Just that slight touch and the lust in her eyes
brought a tingle to my groin. I knew it wouldn't be long before I was
hard again.
*  *  *

Now, I'm not a man who makes a habit out of sleeping with his
secretaries or cheating on his wife. While I have had occasional flings,
they have all been short lived and I told my wife about them right away.
We have a very communicative relationship and while she might not like
my dalliances, they are infrequent enough to not worry about and
frequent enough to give her license to wander also, if she desires. But
never, in twelve years of marriage, eight of which I've had personal
secretaries, did I stray with someone from work. Oh, that's not to say
that I haven't been attracted to people I work with. I just thought it
was a good idea to keep those worlds separate.
Cheryl had been my secretary for only about three months, she was very
good at what she did. In fact, she was too good. She was finishing her
BA through an evening program at a local University and when she
finished her degree would certainly be moving up and out of my office.
But, sometimes it is hard to see Cheryl for her brains, because her body
is just so hot. She stands about 5'7" and is slender and muscular (I'm
not good at weight, mostly because I don't care). Her hair is auburn,
highlighted by green eyes and a white smile that is worthy of a Close-Up
(TM) commercial. In addition to work and school, she also manages to eat
right and exercise, so her body gives off the aura of a healthy ripe
peach ready to be eaten. For three months, since I'd picked her out of
the secretarial pool, I'd been lusting after those legs, that rear end,
those high set and shapely breasts, that taut neck, that rose bud mouth.
I'd had wild fantasies about her that sometimes kept me from completing
all my work in a timely manner, forcing me to stay late to get caught
up. But I'd behaved. I'd said nothing. I didn't touch. I didn't leer.
Once, just after arriving home late, my wife asked me if I wanted to
fuck my new secretary. We're always honest with each other, I just said
"that obvious?" She just nodded and went on with what she was doing.
On this day, we had finished up a major project and I presented it at a
late morning meeting. The presentation had gone so well that we may
launch an entire new product line, and if we do, I could become a VP. So
I took Cheryl out for lunch to celebrate and to thank her for the effort
she had put into the project. Cheryl was dressed exquisitely in a dress
which hinted at, without exposing, the lusciousness of her breasts, that
accentuated the roundness of her buttocks, and managed to tastefully
expose a good portion of those long legs.  Half way through lunch, in
the middle of trying to extract my lobster meat from the shell, Cheryl
stunned me. She said simply. "You want to fuck me." It was said as part
question, part statement of fact, and part command. My lobster almost
landed on the floor. My jaw dropped. I stammered out nonsense syllables.
It was true. What was I to do.
We continued to eat, Cheryl nonplused, me hardly able to swallow. But as
we ate we were making plans, we'd leave the restaurant, go to the Hilton
(TM) down the street and rent a room. It was only one o'clock now, we could
fuck till five or so and both go on home. When we got to the hotel we
were like animals. As she tore at my clothes to get them off of me I
began to realize that maybe, just maybe, the attraction was mutual and
she wasn't looking to sleep her way to a raise or promotion. I couldn't
get over her body. It was even more beautiful than in my fantasies. We
ravished one another.
*  *  *

We'd been fucking ourselves silly for three hours,  I came twice more
and Cheryl seemed to ride orgasm after orgasm at will. She had
lasciviously licked my cock, balls, and anus for 15 minutes straight
after my second orgasm, to get me hard again. I didn't think it would
happen but it did. I had explored every inch of her body with hands and
mouth, most of her more than once. I sucked her toes, I licked her legs,
I pinched her nipples and fondled the whole breasts. I tongued her
clitoris and labia. In fact, the only thing she balked at was when I
tried to fuck her ass. She didn't say no, she just said later. But now,
at 4:30, we were both exhausted and I realized that wasn't going to
happen this afternoon.
We got up and took a shower together. The urgency of discovering a new
body, a new lover, having abated, we leisurely washed each other,
stroking and soothing, the water cascading over us, the good fulfilled
weariness of vigorous sex creeping into our muscles. Out of the shower
we took turns toweling each other dry. As we reentered the bedroom from
the bath Cheryl pushed me back down on the bed and began licking and
sucking my cock and balls again. It felt so good, I couldn't force her
away, but I did say that we both needed to get going.
"In a minute," she responded "just let me kiss you for a minute or two."

I could feel the flush of excitement in my loins, but there was no way
she would get me hard right now, I figured I needed at least an hour or
more rest. I laid back and closed my eyes, just reveling in the
ministrations of this woman ten years my junior. There was a knock at
the door.
"What the hell?" I bolted to a seated position, but Cheryl was already
standing and headed for the door.
"Relax," she said "I'll take care of it."
My mind raced, I was suddenly filled with guilt once again. But Cheryl
was so calm. How could that be? It was almost as if she was expecting
company.
"Wait." I managed. "You don't even have any clothes on."
"It's okay" she assured me.
I wasn't assured.
I couldn't quite see the door to the suite from the bed where I lay, so
while I heard the door open, I couldn't see either the visitor or
Cheryl. I heard some muted whispers and what might have been a giggle.
Whew, I thought, at least its a woman, so Cheryl's nudity won't cause
too much commotion. My mind was nonetheless running wild, who could it
be? The hotel staff? a Maid? not at this hour. The manager? why? We
hadn't ordered room service. Maybe it was a mistake. But what if it
wasn't. Was my wife having me followed? Was Cheryl's fianc  having her
followed? What if it was her fianc . I grabbed for my clothes and tried
to start putting them on. I wasn't having too much success when Cheryl
and the visitor entered the bedroom. I looked up only to see my own
wife.
"Oh shit," I moaned.
Neither of the women said anything, but Cheryl looked peculiarly
comfortable for the situation, and for being naked in front of a perfect
stranger. And then I noticed that my wife was smiling. Only, it wasn't a
smile I'd ever seen on her face before. It was the kind of smile you see
on a cat when he knows the bird he's cornered is as good as lunch. I
dropped my shoe, which I was inexplicably putting on before my socks,
before anything else.
"Hi dear, have you been enjoying yourself?" It was my wife, Jill
speaking, and her voice was amazingly calm and even.
I said nothing.
"Oh, it's okay dear, I knew you wanted to fuck Cheryl, she really is
beautiful isn't she?"
With this Cheryl had moved back over to the bed with me and had begun
massaging my now very tense shoulders. I tried to pull away. I reached
for my jockeys and tried to straighten them out to put them on. I
sheepishly looked up at Jill. I had intended to mumble some sort of sad
apology when I realized that she was stripping. Yes, she had kicked off
her shoes, dropped her skirt and was unbuttoning her blouse. I couldn't
believe my eyes. I looked at her with a question in my eyes. She just
smiled. I looked at Cheryl. She just smiled.
"Oh my, sweetheart, you haven't figured this out yet?" Jill asked.
"Figured what out." As sad a response as it was I felt a jolt of pride
that I'd even gotten that much out.
"tsk tsk tsk" It was a sound I'd heard Jill make so many times, usually
when she had played a practical joke on me. Until now I'd always liked
the practical joker side in Jill.
By now Jill was nearly naked, shimmying out of her panties. I looked up
at my beautiful wife, nearly 5'5" with pleasant adult curves, jet black
hair, a body lived in, a body which had born my two children, but
remained fit and luscious. Her breasts had survived breastfeeding in
pretty good shape, they weren't Cheryl's, but at that moment I felt a
sudden welling up of love for those breasts, for the woman who was my
wife.  She stepped out of her panties and walked over to me and planted
a very wet kiss on my mouth. I was almost in tears.
"Such a silly boy sometimes, did you really think this was your idea?
That this little rendezvous was really just spontaneous?" Jill was two
years younger than me, but she'd sometimes adopt this mothering voice
with me.
It didn't bother me at all. I was just confused. I looked up at her and
loved her more than the day we married. I looked at Cheryl who was
simply beaming and I realized that I loved her too, and that it was
okay.
Next thing I knew, Jill had crawled up onto the bed and had embraced and
kissed Cheryl. Their kiss became increasingly drawn out. Eventually they
tumbled over onto the bed, still kissing, and began fondling and
caressing one another. I watched with piqued interest. As their caresses
became more passionate, and Cheryl slid one hand to Jill's crotch and
Jill's hand squeezed Cheryl's perfect breasts, I realized that I was
hard again. I could scarcely believe it, I wasn't just hard, but rigid.
I didn't want to interrupt the beauty of what I was watching though, so
I just slowly stroked myself while my wife and my new lover moved into a
torrid 69. By shifting my position I could take turns watching my wife
eat or be eaten, my new lover eat or be eaten. Suddenly it seemed to me
that a whole world of possibilities had opened up. I knew that Jill had
been with women before, but never with me there, never with someone I
knew, much less had just fucked. I wondered if she could taste my semen
in Cheryl's sex.
Once they had driven each other over the brink once, Jill looked up at
me and said "Are you just going to masturbate, or are you going to put
that thing to use."
I needed no more prompting, and at that moment I wanted nothing more
than to be inside my wife in a missionary position. I think she
understood as she rolled over and invited me in. I pumped my cock into
her a few times, but then slowed to a grind, I just wanted to be inside
her. Next thing I knew, I felt Cheryl's tongue on my cock as she licked
both of our sexes at once. Having already come three times, I felt like
I could last forever, and pretty much did. For the next hour and a half
we made love, the three of us, in every imaginable combination and every
imaginable position. But it wasn't until Cheryl told me that she now
wanted my cock in her ass that I understood the completeness with which
these two women had planned this event. Cheryl had wanted to keep
something to share with both of us for the first time. So, while Cheryl
positioned herself, my wife took me by the cock and gently coaxed it
into Cheryl's behind. I couldn't quite come, but Cheryl did, again, and
the three of us rested for awhile.
We ordered dinner through room service and took another shower, three
way this time. Over dinner the women told me how they had planned this
afternoon and evening. It turns out that Jill and Cheryl had been lovers
for nearly six months now and it had been Jill's recommendation that
Cheryl try to become my secretary. Cheryl had known who I was and had
found me attractive. The whole thing had been months in the planning. I
felt fooled. I felt ridiculous for not suspecting. I felt wonderful. I
felt loved. After dinner Jill was the first one up.
"I know you too have been going at it a bit longer than I, but you'd
better not think that you're done."
I groaned at the thought of trying to get it up again, but if there was
anyway it could happen, these two women could do it. Cheryl smiled and
suggested Jill order an adult film on the hotel TV to help me get back
in the mood.
"I don't need any movie when I have you two" I retorted, jumping up with
more energy than I realized I had. As we tumbled down onto the bed again
Cheryl interrupted our play.
"Oh, there's one more thing lover."
"Oh, jesus, now what." I couldn't imagine what other secrets they had
been keeping from me.
"At nine o'clock my fianc , Robert, will be here, and he doesn't want
any of us completely worn out. And there is still one hole among the
three of us to be fucked."
I looked at her with disbelief, but it quickly faded. I smiled at them
both.
Life can be wonderful.

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