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        A Modern Love Story, Chapters 6 to 10
 						
                           By						

                        Octavian

(This is the second of four instalments of a previously posted complete story.
It has been reposted in smaller segments to make for easier downloading.
It is recommended that you read the first instalment before embarking on this, the second.)






Chapter 6

    In the following days I frequently thought about what had happened. There 
were a number of occasions when I questioned my own rationality. How many 
men get off secretly watching their wives being unfaithful? My head recognised 
that this was hardly normal behaviour, but it was my prick that exerted the most 
influence and, however amoral it was, I could not deny that I had found it 
incredibly arousing. Because of this I was randier than ever. But I wasn't the only 
one! Kelly was always ready for it too and we would indulge ourselves at every 
opportunity. Maybe Kelly was subconsciously trying to atone for her infidelity with 
Carl. Maybe I was subconsciously trying to show her that she didn't need him. 
Whatever the reasons our lovemaking had never been more prolific.
    Unfortunately this blissful period of sexual harmony was soon to be 
interrupted.  A major project came up at the office and the amount of work 
involved was incredible. The man I had planned to meet in Zurich had recovered 
from his accident and his company had launched their takeover bid. However, in 
the interim, a rival company had got wind of their impending action and decided 
to make a bid for the same company. A full-scale takeover battle then ensued. 
We had to work round the clock producing information to support our client and 
to undermine the claims of their rival. They, of course, had advisers doing exactly 
the same thing on their behalf. We would then have to advise our client how best 
to refute the negative comments made by the other side. And so it went on. And 
whilst all this was happening we were also trying to secure additional funding to 
cover the inevitable increase in the share price of the target company. 
    It was a regular occurrence for me to get home after midnight and I would be 
so shattered that I just crashed out. I was not home to notice that Kelly was going 
to the gym and to her tennis club more often than usual. Our exhaustive efforts 
were not in vain, however, and it was our client who finally won the battle. All of 
us who had been deeply involved were promised some free time to relax and 
recharge our batteries. I was in line for a reasonable bonus too so there was a 
double cause for celebration. I took the afternoon off and on the way home I 
bought some flowers and a bottle of champagne. 
    When I got home Kelly was out. I knew that she had taken the day off, so I 
was slightly surprised not to find her at home. However, I wasn't too worried 
because at least it gave me a chance to chill the bubbly and to take a shower. 
She came in about an hour later and looked surprised to see me. She was 
wearing a tight fitted pale blue cotton top, obviating the need for a bra, and a 
short white skirt. She was bare legged. 
   "You're home early!" she said. 
   "I've got something to celebrate, Kelly. We've won! And after all the hours I've 
put in, I thought it would be nice to come home early, especially as you had the 
day off. I thought you'd be pleased." 
    "I am," she said but I sensed that something was not right. I gave her the 
flowers and kissed her. She went to walk away saying she wanted to take a quick 
shower but I caught up with her. And then I detected the unmistakable aroma. 
She'd recently had sex! I asked her outright and she looked straight into my eyes 
as she admitted that she had been with Carl that afternoon. I asked how long it 
had been going on and she told me that she had been seeing him for the past 
four weeks. She reminded me of the conversation we'd had about it.
   "I actually asked you, Ben, and you raised no objection to my seeing him again, 
did you?" 
   "I know, but... " I did not know what I was trying to say.
    Kelly continued, "Ben, I never used to think sex was that important but 
something's happened to me since we started watching your films. It's as if 
something dormant in me has been awakened; something I never even knew 
was there. Look, Ben, I don't want to sound like a nymphomaniac, but I need 
regular sex."
    How bloody ironic! We had only got in this situation in the first place because 
that was the one thing I was not getting. 
   "But we have been having great sex, Kelly." 
    She laughed. "How can you possibly say that, Ben? I agree we did for a while 
but the last time we made love was two weeks ago. During the past five or six 
weeks we have had sex no more than three or four times at the most. I know 
you've been exhausted by all the pressure at work," Kelly shook her head, "and I 
know you needed your sleep but I have needs too. I need to feel wanted; I also 
need sex. Do you know I've even bought a bloody vibrator! But it's not the same." 
There was a momentary pause. "And that's where Carl comes in. He gives me 
the real thing. That's all he wants from me. And that's all I want from him, too.  
We have a perfect relationship and it is based solely on sex."
   "Just sex?"  
    She answered my unspoken question before she dealt with the one I had 
asked. "I am fond of him, Ben, but I don't love him, if that's what you're thinking." 
She carried on in her soft sensual voice, "And to answer your question, yes, it is 
just sex." I knew there was something else she wanted to say, so I waited.  "He is 
very good in bed and it is very satisfying." 
    "So it will carry on then, Kelly?" My stomach was churning as I waited for her 
answer. 
    "I don't want it to stop, Ben, if that's what you mean." Kelly looked at me, 
knowingly biting her lower lip in that seductive fashion of hers. If ever there was a 
bittersweet moment, it was then.   
    She was just standing there, totally impassive and with her arms at her side. I 
embraced her and told her how much I loved her. Her eyes welled up and then 
her arms were round my neck and we kissed passionately. I reached down to 
unzip her skirt and it fell in a crumpled heap around her feet. She undid my shirt 
and I quickly removed it, together with the rest of my clothes. Then I knelt down 
and pressed my lips against the soft curve of her stomach. She was wearing 
skimpy white panties. And they were skimpy too! I put my hands under the thin 
lace strips and gently eased them down her legs. I immediately saw that the 
cotton in actual contact with that most intimate part of her was not white. His 
semen, oozing out of her, had caused the fabric to become wet and the crisp 
whiteness was now a translucent grey. Kelly stepped out of them when she felt 
them round her ankles and I picked them up.  I trailed my finger in the wet patch.
   "I see he's still not using a condom." I was stating the obvious.
   "I'm hardly likely to get pregnant, am I?" she retorted. "He did use a condom 
the second time but we both prefer it without. It's not a problem for me because 
as soon as I come home I can use the bidet. Anyway, why are you concerned? If 
I remember rightly, you liked it last time!" 
    I could not dispute that. It had been incredibly erotic, licking her after he'd cum 
in her. But surely, that had been a one-off. It was hardly likely to become a habit, 
was it? There was another silence. She just stood there, her vulva right in front of 
my face, waiting for me to answer her.
    She sensed what my answer would be when she felt my tongue briefly 
penetrate her. The taste was just as I remembered. She knew her prescience 
was spot on when I looked up at her.
   "You don't have to use the bidet every time, Kelly."  
    And then we were both on the floor fucking for all we were worth. Perhaps it 
was the two weeks without, perhaps it was because she had been with Carl, but 
wet as she was, loose as she was, it was not long before I was spurting into her, 
and she was being filled up with spunk for the second time that same afternoon.   
    I told Kelly that I would like to take her out to dinner. Her pleasure was only 
marginally tempered when I asked her if she would refrain from using the bidet, 
and would agree to go out in the same skimpy panties that she'd just taken off.  
After she had otherwise freshened up and dressed we were sitting in the lounge 
waiting for a minicab to arrive. Kelly's lean bare legs looked terrific; whatever 
ever else she'd been doing, she had been playing quite a bit of tennis and they 
were going a nice shade of brown. We opened the champagne whilst we waited. 
I raised my glass to the sexiest woman I'd ever known and she responded, 
nominating me as the most tolerant husband in the world.  The minicab arrived 
and we went out to dinner. 
    There were a number of people already in the restaurant, and Kelly attracted 
no little interest. I found myself wondering how much more interest she might 
have attracted had anyone known that two different men had cum inside her that 
very afternoon and that she was still wet, a condition exacerbated as she walked 
to our candlelit table. The meal was very good and Kelly, who had a real glow 
about her, was on top form. We were enjoying a wonderful romantic evening 
together.
    Occasionally there would be a slight lull in our conversation and when this 
happened, a thought kept recurring. I had initially rejected it as insane but it was 
insidious. I realised that when Kelly had been with her lover, and especially when 
there was evidence of the encounter, there was a new dimension to our 
lovemaking. That afternoon had been a case in point. I also recalled how exciting 
it had been that night when I'd come home unexpectedly and when I had secretly 
watched them. What would it be like if I were to watch them with their 
knowledge? What if we were to be in the same room together and they were to 
have sex in front of me? I began to consider how I might be able to engineer 
such a situation. Slowly an idea began to take shape. 







Chapter 7

     As luck would have it the next time I went to the gym Carl was there. He was 
waiting to use a rowing machine and was taking the opportunity to have a drink 
of water. I engaged him in conversation. It seemed he went three times a week 
on a regular basis. I made sure I was there two days later when he arrived for his 
evening workout. I said that I'd only just arrived too, so we went round together. 
After we'd showered I asked him if he fancied a drink and we ended up having a 
couple of beers in the bar. He seemed a likeable enough chap, perhaps a bit 
flash, but he did have a sense of humour too. He told me he had his own 
business in computer equipment. I told him that my department was in the 
process of upgrading and that there might be an opportunity for him. I invited him 
to lunch and said that I would bring someone else so that we could discuss 
matters more fully. We agreed to meet in a smart Italian restaurant on the 
following Thursday at noon.  In the evening I told Kelly that I wanted to take her 
to lunch to thank her for her understanding when I had been so busy with the 
take-over. (The irony was wasted!)  I knew of a very nice Italian restaurant and 
had already booked a table. I said I would be taking a taxi and would stop by her 
office on the way. 
    Kelly and I arrived at the restaurant twenty minutes after the appointed time. 
The poor punctuality was deliberate, so as to ensure that Carl would already be 
there. He was, and was sitting at a table with his back to the window. I ushered 
Kelly into the restaurant and walked up to Carl.
    "Hello, Carl, so sorry we're late. Can I introduce you to my wife, Kelly! Oh! How 
stupid of me! I forgot, you two already know each other, don't you?" Carl's jaw 
dropped, his face was ashen. Kelly looked as if she was about to cry. "It's all 
right," I said, "I'm not about to make a scene, but I think we ought to talk." 
    It would have been pedantic to point out to Carl that I had invited him to lunch 
to discuss matters without actually specifying what those matters were. I had not 
got him there under false pretences, and I could not be responsible if he had 
jumped to the wrong conclusion. Likewise with Kelly, I had not said it was a lunch 
for two! Just then the waiter came up. Neither Carl, nor Kelly was in a fit state to 
order, so I ordered for the three of us. When he'd taken the order I resumed 
talking, pausing between each sentence. 
   "Carl, I know what's been going on between the two of you. Kelly and I have 
discussed it at some length and she has informed me that she would like it to 
continue." She actually blushed at this point. There was a longer pause. I carried 
on, "And so would I!" The silence was deafening. No one wanted to speak, so I 
continued. "I just don't want it to be behind my back, that's all." I looked at Carl, 
"Look, I'm not saying that the two of you cannot see each other alone," Kelly 
blushed again, "but occasionally, I would like to be present!" My throat was dry 
and my heart was pounding as I made this confession. 
    Kelly was the first to react. She held my hand and said, "Oh, Ben!"
    It took a little while for the significance of what I had said to register with Carl. 
He looked around the restaurant to ensure he could not be overheard and then 
he spoke.  He had a questioning look on his face. 
   "Let me get this straight. When you say that you want to be present, do you 
mean what I think you mean?"
   "What do you think I mean?" 
   "That you actually want to watch?"
    I nodded, "Yes. That is exactly what I mean." I could feel the lump in my throat 
as I waited for his reply.
   "Are you taking the piss?"
   "No, I'm deadly serious." There was no doubting my tone.
    Carl looked at Kelly. "He is straight, isn't he?" 
    She nodded but her face showed her anxiety. She could see I was getting 
annoyed.
    I spoke very deliberately. "You don't need to ask Kelly. You can ask me. Of 
course I'm straight, Carl. You've heard of voyeurism, haven't you? Well, being a 
voyeur doesn't mean you're bent. I don't suppose I'm the first husband to be 
turned on because his wife has been to bed with someone else." 
    Carl raised his hands as if to surrender. "Sorry, Ben. I wasn't casting any 
aspersions. It's just not what I expected we'd be discussing over lunch. And it 
was a bit of a shock, Kelly being with you." 
    Kelly was looking from one of us to the other and her relief was self-evident. 
Moments earlier she had been afraid that Carl and I would end up brawling in the 
restaurant.  
   "If it's any consolation, Carl, Kelly had no inkling, whatsoever, that we were 
meeting you for lunch and is probably just as shocked as you are. And, as far as 
the subject matter, we've never ever discussed such a thing before." I looked at 
her and she nodded in affirmation. "But now, I've put my cards on the table; you 
both know what I want. Whether or not I get it depends upon you two. It's your 
decision. And whatever you decide, there'll be no repercussions; that's a 
promise."
    Carl let my words sink in and then he looked at Kelly. "How do you feel about 
it, Kelly?" 
    She looked first at her lover and then at me. "Well now that I've got over the 
shock..." There was a slight hesitancy in her voice; she was still weighing it up. 
"Er...I suppose it would be all right." Then she made up her mind and there was 
no more equivocation. "If that's what it takes to makes you happy, Ben," she 
smiled, "I'm prepared to do it, but I can only speak for myself. Carl has to make 
up his own mind."
   "Well if it's okay with you, Kelly, it won't be a problem for me, that's for sure." 
    Kelly spoke for the two of them. The soft smile was still playing on her lips. 
"Well, Ben, it seems we all agree." 
    The waiter then arrived with our order and we commenced eating. We had a 
very nice Bardolino with our meal. There was far less tension now and we were 
even able to laugh occasionally. We ordered port with our coffees. Carl raised his 
glass. "I'd like to propose a toast to the three of us; 'the eternal triangle'. Or do I 
mean 'the equilateral triangle'?" He smiled at both of us. 
    Kelly, catching the mood at once, did likewise. "The Bermuda Triangle." 
    I wasn't about to be outdone, either. "Trafalgar Triangle!"
    It was Kelly that asked the inevitable question. "Surely you mean square?"
   "No, Kelly, of course not. How can you have a square triangle?"
    This was getting a bit silly but it was a sign that the former tension had 
disappeared and that we were now at ease, hardly the case when we had first 
sat down. Being up front and open had helped bring about the change, but the 
alcohol we had consumed was also responsible for our relaxed state. In fact, we 
were not far from becoming as relaxed as newts. I asked the waiter for the bill.     
    As Kelly and I got up to leave, Carl said something about us all meeting on a 
Saturday night. He also told me that to pull a stunt like this, I had to have balls.  
Maybe I did, I thought to myself, but they weren't like his, though. 
    In the taxi on the way back, Kelly made it clear that she was none too happy 
about my subterfuge. (Isn't there a saying about people in glasshouses?) But it 
didn't matter, no harm had been done, and at least now everything was in the 
open.
    That same evening the phone rang. I answered it. It was Carl and he asked if 
he could speak to Kelly. I suggested she take the call in the study where she 
could talk more freely.  They must have been on the phone about fifteen minutes 
or so. When she returned she planted a long wet kiss on my cheek. 
   "He's going to come round on Saturday night. I told him he could stop over."
    So, it was going to happen! My mouth was dry, and my heart was thumping as 
the full impact of Kelly's words began to register. I tried to speak calmly. "So what 
did he say to you, Kelly?"
   "He just wanted to be sure that I was happy to go along with it. I told him that I 
was."
    I kissed her. "Do you want to spend the night with him, Kelly."
   "Would you mind if I did?" She was biting her lower lip.
   "No. You can hardly invite him to stay and have him sleep on his own, can 
you?" 
   "Ben, you are wonderful!"  She kissed me again.
    Wonderful, or just a fool! My mind was in turmoil. There was, of course, 
intense excitement but there was real anxiety too. I was actually encouraging 
their relationship. Kelly was already aware of this and now, following our lunch, 
so too, was Carl. Kelly had said that it was just a mutual physical attraction, but 
there was a risk that it could become more than this. Anyway, I reasoned to 
myself that they would continue to see each other, with or without my sanction 
and irrespective of whether I was there or not. It was not too difficult to persuade 
myself that the pros far outweighed any cons.  
    Next day, at the office, I struggled to concentrate on my work; most of the time 
I was thinking about the forthcoming weekend. I went to a ladies' shop in my 
lunch hour. I wanted to buy Kelly some undies for the following night. It was as if I 
was gift-wrapping Kelly for her lover. (I'm sure a psychiatrist would have a field 
day with me.) I was very particular. I didn't want anything loud or tarty. The colour 
had to be white or a pastel, I wanted her to look pure, virginal even. I bought the 
only thing I liked, a pair of panties in white cotton. There was a cartoon drawing 
of a young couple on them. It was the sort of picture that would often adorn the 
front of a 'To my wife' birthday card. And under it, were the words, 'Be gentle with 
me.' On my way home that evening I also bought her some flowers. I gave her 
those as soon as I got in.  
    We finished our dinner and went and sat in the conservatory. I told her that I 
had another little gift for her and I gave her the panties. Kelly thought they were 
very sweet indeed, and told me she would wear them the following evening. I 
was really pleased that she liked them. We had a couple of glasses of wine and 
ended up watching a bit of television before turning in for an early night. We 
made love but Kelly specifically asked me not to cum inside her. It was obvious 
to me that she didn't want her fanny tasting of semen. Not before tomorrow night 
anyway. I lay alongside her in bed listening to her regular breathing. Unlike me, 
she appeared to have no trouble getting off to sleep. I wondered if she'd go off to 
sleep so easily tomorrow night. Would she get the chance? Would she want to, 
even if she did! 
    I woke up early on the Saturday, made the tea and brought it upstairs to Kelly. 
Having tea in bed is very civilised way to start the weekend. There is time to talk 
to one another, for a start. But this morning conversation was virtually non-
existent. It was evident that the tension was getting to us. Kelly usually goes 
shopping on Saturdays on her own. I went with her this morning. I can't say it is 
my favourite occupation but at least it helped to pass the time. I have 
accompanied her before and I've found the best way to cope is to leave my brain 
at home. However it was different this day. I found myself fussing over things 
that, under other circumstances, I would not have given the slightest thought to. 
In Sainsbury's, for example, did we need any more coffee? Should we get 
custard creams or digestives or both?  And then in Boot's, did Kelly have enough 
Femfresh? I'm sure I must have driven her mad.  We got back home at midday 
and had a light lunch. I kept myself busy in the afternoon, pottering around the 
garden. Kelly finished the housework, her last task being to put the freshly 
washed sheets and duvet cover back on our bed. 
    It was now about a quarter to seven. Kelly disappeared into the bathroom to 
get herself ready for the evening. She was still at it an hour or so later, when I 
bought her up a cup of tea. Fortunately we have a second bathroom so it was not 
a problem for me. I had showered, dressed and was already sitting in the lounge 
having a beer when she finally came down. She looked absolutely stunning. Her 
hair was again swept up, her make-up was perfect, especially the eye shadow 
and she was wearing the same figure-hugging two-piece that she'd had on that 
unforgettable night when she'd rediscovered sex! She had put this outfit on just 
for me! The silver stud earrings and matching necklace looked just right, too. As 
she walked over to kiss me her unrestrained breasts gently swayed under the 
thin grey fabric. 
   "Kelly", I said, "you look terrific." Despite the beer my mouth felt dry.
   "Thank you, Ben." She gave me the once-over. You look very nice yourself." All 
I had on was a short sleeve casual shirt, a pair of lightweight summer trousers 
and some decks. She stood in front of me. "And I'm wearing my new knickers. 
Do you want to see?" She pulled her skirt up. The dark shadow of her pubic hair 
was visible through the white cotton. The words, 'Be gentle with me' appeared 
slightly convex, covering her mound as they did. 
    I smiled at her. "They're delightful." 
    Just then we heard the minicab hooting. We had arranged to meet Carl at a 
pub, on neutral ground so to speak. A short while later we were driving into the 
car park of the Black Swan. I was aware of the butterflies in my stomach as I 
entered the pub. It was already quite crowded but Carl was nowhere to be seen. 
We sat at the last empty table and I went and got some drinks. Kelly took a sip of 
her gin and tonic. There was a slight pause and then she asked, "You are sure 
about this, Ben, aren't you?"
    I felt my heart beating faster. "It's a bit late to be asking, Kelly, but yes, I am, 
as long you still want to go ahead with it." Was I still so sure? I thought I was, but 
the nearer we got to the moment of truth, the less certain I became. I attempted 
to deflect the question.
   "What about you, Kelly, you do, don't you?"
   "I think so, Ben. Anyway, it's what you wanted, isn't it?"
    Our conversation was never going to end at this rate, nor was it destined to 
because just then Carl came in. He was wearing a light blue casual shirt and a 
pair of dark blue cords. There was a pleasant aroma of after-shave about him 
and his dark hair was shining. I said hello and shook his hand. He stood over 
Kelly and I saw him take a quick look down her neckline, no doubt taking in the 
swell of her breasts and the absence of a bra. 
   "Hello, Kelly. You look very nice." He bent down to kiss her hello. It was a 
formal act, exactly how one would have expected platonic friends to greet each 
other. No one watching would have thought otherwise. Nevertheless Kelly 
coloured slightly. 
   "Hello, Carl." Her voice betrayed her nervousness.
   "What can I get you?" I asked him. 
    Carl had a lager and I got another round for Kelly and for me. Whether it was 
the heat, our nerves, or a combination of both, the drinks didn't last long. Carl got 
the next round in. We sat there talking about this and that but our conversation 
was somewhat stilted. In truth we were all preoccupied with what we were going 
to do when we got home.  It was now about ten. I looked at the two of them and 
suggested that we make a move. Both agreed and within fifteen minutes we were 
home. Carl retrieved an overnight bag from the boot of his car together with a 
bouquet of flowers, which he gave to Kelly. He dropped the bag in the hall and I 
led him into the lounge, forgetting momentarily that he already knew the way! I 
went out to fix some more drinks.
    When I returned with them he was sitting in one of the armchairs whilst Kelly 
was sitting on the sofa. This was not going to plan! I again attempted some light 
conversation but with even less success than we'd had at the pub.  The tension 
in the room was palpable; you could have cut it with a knife. I had to do 
something. I looked at my wife and spoke.
   "Do you know what, Kelly, you look so gorgeous, I could give you one here and 
now! What do you think, Carl?"  
    Kelly looked embarrassed at this point. She leaned forward to get her glass 
and Carl, who was sitting opposite her, was again able to look down her top.
    Carl, always the charmer, merely said in a soft voice, "You do look beautiful, 
Kelly. And I can see just what Ben means!"
    I looked at Kelly sitting next to me. She was looking at Carl. 
   "Perhaps I ought to change places with Carl. Would you like that, Kelly?"
    She was unable to speak for a moment. Carl was looking at her waiting for her 
to answer me. The room suddenly seemed deathly quiet. When she finally 
spoke, it was just one word. 
   "Yes." 






















Chapter 8

    Carl and I changed places. My glass was nearly empty so I fetched another 
beer in from the kitchen. By the time I'd returned they were already kissing. I sat 
down fully aware of the pounding in my chest and of my racing pulse. No! Don't 
let me have a heart attack. Not now, please! But it was just the excitement of the 
moment. In front of my very eyes, no more than a few feet away, my beautiful 
wife was about to have sex with her lover! 
    Carl's hand was already gently caressing Kelly's left breast. Her hand was 
touching his face whilst the other was resting on his thigh.  They were kissing 
each other with real passion.  He began to knead her breasts, feeling for her 
nipples, and gently squeezing them through the thin fabric of her top. Thin as it 
was, it was too thick for Carl, and his hand slipped under the material in order to 
stroke the soft smooth skin of her breasts and to tease her rigid nipples. Then he 
slid her top up, thereby exposing both breasts in full. The top was rucked up 
around her neck so she quickly slipped it off completely. He changed position 
slightly so that he could kiss her nipples and as he was doing this Kelly was 
looking directly at me. 
    She was still fairly composed although I noticed that she was already 
breathing more heavily. She was trying to gauge my reaction and she smiled 
when she saw the thin material of my trousers struggling to contain my erection. 
However, her expression gradually began to reflect her own increasing sexual 
arousal. He was still sucking at her nipples and she was still softly stroking his 
hair, but by now Carl's hand was on the inside of her knee. I was transfixed as I 
watched it glide up her inner thigh. She had parted her legs a little, so as to make 
it easier for him, but his movement was causing the clinging fabric of her skirt to 
be stretched. Kelly solved the problem by lifting her bottom and pulling up the 
skirt so that she was no longer sitting on it. 
    Although she was still looking in my direction, her eyes were now half closed, 
and it was clear I was no longer registering in her vision. She was too pre-
occupied with her own sexual pleasure. Carl's hand was exactly where they both 
wanted it to be and all that separated his fingers from her warm wetness was the 
thin white cotton. He could feel the outline of her labia lips, could even feel them 
separating as he pressed the damp material against her. He whispered 
something in her ear and she immediately raised herself from the sofa for a 
moment. He grasped her panties and slid them down her thighs. She then sank 
back in the sofa, and raised her feet off the ground.  Carl pulled them down the 
rest of the way and removed them completely. He noticed the words for the first 
time and smiled. Then he held them to his face and inhaled Kelly's intimate 
fragrance. Kelly now parted her legs and both Carl and I were treated to an 
unhindered view of her dark triangle. Except that it was no longer a triangle! No 
wonder she had been so long in the bathroom! She had trimmed her pubic hair in 
the shape of a heart and in addition she had removed all the hair either side of 
her pink and succulent labia. It was a real work of art. 
    Possibly interested in such art but undoubtedly keen on the canvas on which it 
was painted Carl gently pressed his palm against her pubic creation, and his 
fingers began to play in her wetness. His thick middle finger disappeared into her 
and I saw Kelly close her eyes for a fleeting moment. He withdrew his finger and 
I could see it was already coated with her lubrication.  He put it in his mouth and 
sucked it. Then he penetrated her with two fingers, moving them around inside 
her, and stretching her in different directions. She let out an involuntary groan 
and once more closed her eyes. As he removed his fingers she opened them 
again. She was looking at him as he put his fingers to his lips. He smiled and 
offered them to her. She delicately touched the tip of his finger with the tip of her 
tongue. She seemed to like the taste because she then took the whole finger in 
her mouth. And then she licked his other finger. She had no sooner released 
them than they were again inserted into her entrance. And a minute or so later 
they were back in her mouth and she had to start all over again!
    He now knelt down in front of her and positioned himself between her legs.  
Before he bent down to lick her he reached up for her skirt and removed it. As 
she sat down again she moved closer to the edge of the seat and spread her 
legs. Carl bent forwards and inserted his tongue into her opening. The room was 
alive to the sound of his slurping and her whimpering. I had to undo my zip and 
hold my cock.  After ten minutes or so, during which Kelly must have climaxed 
twice, Carl lifted his face from her fragrant wetness and kissed her full on her lips, 
his tongue darting into her mouth. Then she got to her feet. She was totally 
naked apart from her necklace and her shoes. She looked ravishing! 
    Kelly told Carl to stand up and she unbuttoned his casual shirt and removed it. 
Then she dropped to her knees and proceeded to take off his shoes and socks. 
She unfastened the catch at the top of his trousers, unzipped him and pulled 
them down. He kicked them off and stood there wearing only his Calvin Klein's. 
Kelly kissed his imposing bulge and then she eased them down until he was able 
to step out of them. He was now as naked as she was. I had seen Carl's erect 
prick before, of course, but I'd never seen it from such close proximity and in 
such good light. The crown had an almost velvety texture whilst the shaft was 
veined marble. It was magnificently erect, proudly standing out from his stomach. 
It was threatening, malevolent even, yet at the same time, it promised untold 
sexual pleasure. She asked him to sit down on the edge of the sofa. Carl and I 
both knew why. She was going to fellate him.
    He sat down where indicated and looked at Kelly as she moved between his 
legs. He was eagerly anticipating that moment when he would feel her lips and 
tongue on his sensitive crown. But before her mouth was otherwise occupied, 
she turned round to look at me. She silently shaped the words, 'I love you,' and 
then she turned back to his immense organ. I watched her hold his thickness and 
press her face against it whilst she gently caressed his testicles. I watched her 
hand gently travelling up and down his smooth column. I watched her lick him 
from the forest of black hair at the base of the shaft to the underside of the 
bulbous head. And I watched her finally take the head into her mouth and begin 
to suck it. It was no good; I had to take my trousers off, and my shirt followed. 
Kelly had seen some movement out of the corner of her eye and she let go of his 
cock in order to see what it was. She smiled when she saw that I, too, was now 
naked and she returned to the job in hand, or more accurately, mouth.  I sat back 
in my chair, gave them my rapt attention, and slowly masturbated.    
    Carl now took the initiative and they changed position. Kelly was now lying on 
her back, her knees almost level with her shoulders and with her arms round her 
thighs. Her hands were at the lips of her labia and she was clearly trying to make 
her make her opening as large as possible to allow his cock easier access.  He 
positioned himself above her entrance and began the blissful task of gaining 
entry. Kelly was already whimpering as she felt him pressing against her. He 
pushed again and slid a third of the way in. It was not easy to enter her, wet as 
she was, but she was beside herself and she pleaded with him not to stop. 
Another push, another groan and Carl's cock had fully penetrated her. She was 
quite tight, so he started very carefully, withdrawing slowly, delighting in the 
sensation as her inner lips clung to his shaft, and then sinking back into her 
depths until he could feel her pubic hair at the base of his cock. He was gradually 
increasing the tempo and then when his cock was in her as deep as it was 
possible to be, he suddenly stopped. He turned to look at me.  
   "So, you like watching me fuck your wife?" 
    It was evident from my erection that I did, but I still nodded.
    He continued in the same vein. "And she likes me fucking her, you can tell."
   "Come on, Carl." Her voice was soft but there was an implicit urgency about it. 
She had raised her legs to present more of herself to him. She was desperate for 
him to continue. And continue he did. Despite the adjuration on her panties it was 
not a gentle fuck; it was an urgent, powerful, even brutal fuck.  And it was exactly 
what Kelly was longing for. And then, when he was in her up to his balls, he 
could hold back no longer. Neither could I!
    I felt embarrassed. I had jerked off in front of another man. He had been 
otherwise occupied, of course, but that is exactly what I had done. I was wiping 
my chest and stomach with a tissue as Carl withdrew his heavy thickness from 
her and got to his feet. He glanced over at me as he reached for his lager. I 
pondered on what he might be thinking. He was probably wondering why I 
seemed to prefer to wank whilst watching someone else fuck Kelly; why I didn't 
want to fuck her myself. I wish I knew. Kelly now stood up and slipped her 
knickers back on, probably so as not to leak on to the sofa. She went out to the 
kitchen and came back with a mineral water. Carl was already sitting down, his 
detumescing cock resting on his thigh. She looked at me, and smiled before she 
went back to the sofa and sat down next to him.  
    It was now half past eleven and I decided I'd go to bed.  I went over to them 
and kissed her good night. She was positively glowing; the sparkle in her eyes 
ample evidence of her delight. 
    "Goodnight, Ben," she said, "See you in the morning." 
    I went out of the lounge, leaving my semi naked wife alongside her naked 
lover. I carried Carl's overnight bag upstairs and left it in our bedroom. I headed 
for the spare room.
    I lay in bed and tried to go to sleep. The noises downstairs were not at all loud, 
but I could tell they were again on the job. Half an hour or so later I heard them 
come upstairs, and get into bed. I must have drifted off to sleep but something 
woke me up. There were sounds coming from the bedroom where Kelly and Carl 
were sleeping, but it was obvious that neither was asleep. From the regular 
tempo and from Kelly's suppressed groans it was apparent that he was again 
fucking her. They were trying to keep the noise down but to no avail. I looked at 
my watch. It was now three in the morning. What was Carl on for Heaven's sake? 
He could fuck for England! The tempo increased in speed and Kelly's groans 
became louder. My hand crept down to my prick. I slowly began to masturbate 
whilst trying to make sense of what was happening. Why was I lying alone in the 
spare room, masturbating, whilst a stranger was in my bedroom, in my bed, and 
in my wife? And why did I find this so arousing? I did not have an answer. I felt 
the thrill of an approaching ejaculation and was soon asleep.
    I woke up at about nine the following morning. There were some noises 
emanating from their bedroom. They were awake at least. I got up, slipped on my 
boxers and called out to see if anyone wanted a drink. Both said yes, so I made 
three cups of tea and brought them in on a tray.
   "Morning!" 
    It was a weird feeling to enter my own bedroom and to find a stranger in our 
marital bed with my wife. They were lying side by side under a thin sheet that 
covered them to their waists. Kelly's nipples were quite prominent whilst Carl was 
clearly sporting another erection. I put the tray down and kissed Kelly. She had 
that vulnerable sleepy look. 
   "Morning, Ben," she said. "Did you have a good night's sleep?"
   "Not really; but still more than you two managed, I bet."  She smiled.
    As we were finishing our teas I noticed Carl, surreptitiously stroking Kelly's 
inner thigh under the sheet. I put the cups back on the tray and as I turned to go 
out, Carl pulled back the sheet, revealing his proud erection. By the time I 
reached the door he had already positioned himself between Kelly's legs. As I 
turned round to shut it, Kelly was in the act of raising her legs to assist his entry. 
She saw me looking at her and, in a gesture full of tenderness, she put her 
fingers to her lips and blew me a kiss.














Chapter 9

   Carl joined me in the kitchen after having showered. He was wearing a short 
sleeve check shirt and a pair of faded blue jeans. 
   "Hello again, Ben."
   "Hi, Carl. Fancy some breakfast?"
   "That would be nice, thanks." 
    There was a silence. It was only the second occasion that we had been alone 
together and the first real opportunity we'd had to speak since he had arrived the 
previous evening. Since then, he'd spent most of the intervening time in intimate 
contact with my wife. In theory there must have been a number of relevant topics, 
about which we could have meaningfully conversed. In practise, I was too 
embarrassed and too self-conscious to broach the subject. I assumed Carl would 
be similarly reticent. However he seemed totally relaxed when he spoke. 
   "You know, Ben, I really didn't know what to expect when I came over. In fact I 
was seriously considering not going through with it at all." He paused slightly and 
then he continued, "But I'm really glad that I did." 
   "I'm pleased to hear it." I carried on preparing the breakfast.
   "It was an incredible night. You're a very lucky man, Ben.  Not only is Kelly 
absolutely gorgeous and a nice person with it, but she's a fabulous fuck too!"  It 
was a compliment to be sure, but one that would have prompted most men to 
start a fight! Carl was oblivious and he carried on regardless. "And you're a nice 
guy, Ben, as well as being very generous."
    "I agree that I'm lucky, Carl", I said, "but I wouldn't say I'm generous. I love 
Kelly very much indeed, and when you love someone, you like to give them what 
they want. I know she is physically attracted to you, so..." I didn't complete the 
sentence. Kelly appeared.
    She breezed in to the kitchen, glowing despite the lack of sleep. She was 
wearing a soft blue and white patterned top with a loose matching blue wrap over 
skirt. As she walked, she showed glimpses of her thigh. She kissed me good 
morning. She had that sparkle in her eyes again. The three of breakfasted 
together and chatted like old friends. 
    Carl left shortly after breakfast. We shook hands. 
   "Bye, Ben. Thanks for a great evening!" 
    He kissed Kelly goodbye, gave her breast a soft squeeze and then he was 
gone. Kelly put her arms around me and kissed me tenderly.  
   "Well, Ben?" she asked. 
    I couldn't answer her straight away because there seemed to be a lump in my 
throat. I managed to compose myself.  "You've no idea how much I love you, 
Kelly."
   "I do know, Ben, and I feel exactly the same way about you." She didn't need to 
articulate the words. I could see it in her eyes. She kissed me again and then she 
looked questioningly at me. Her voice had that soft soothing tone. "But you can 
see why I'm sexually attracted to him, can't you?"
   "Not really!" I paused, "OK, so he's hung like a horse and can go on for ever... 
but what else can he do?" I tried to look serious but my smile gave the game 
away. 
   "Oh Ben!" She pulled me to her and cuddled me. 
    We kissed once more. "Anyway, since we are on the subject, did you enjoy 
yourself?" 
   "I wondered how long it would take you to ask." She smiled at me. 
   "And are you going to tell me?" It was just a charade. I knew she would. 
    Her eyes looked straight into mine. "Yes, Ben, I did enjoy it. When it was 
happening I was enjoying it very much indeed; it was very exciting." She paused, 
and I saw her frowning. "But, to be honest, thinking about it now, I can't help 
feeling embarrassed."
   "There is absolutely no reason at all for you to feel embarrassed. You were 
wonderful! You are wonderful!" I waited a moment for my words to sink in. I slid 
her skirt up and was pleasantly surprised to see that she had nothing on under it. 
My hands were on her bare buttocks. "God, Kelly, you're such a tart!" 
    Her face became serious. "Don't get too carried away, Ben. I'm quite sore at 
the moment. That's why I had to leave them off." She briefly smiled. "You can 
have too much of a good thing, you know. I've even had to put some Nivea on." 
    I let her be and a short while later we were in the conservatory, having a 
coffee. Kelly sat on the cane two-seater sofa whilst I sat in an armchair. The 
room was pleasantly warm and before long we both began to doze. I awoke with 
a start. Kelly was still asleep. She had made herself more comfortable and was 
lying down along the length of the sofa. Her left leg was draped over the armrest, 
the other was still partially supported by the seat cushion. Her skirt had fully 
separated and her heart shaped pubis was visible, indeed her whole femininity 
was now totally exposed. I couldn't take my eyes off her; she looked so inviting! I 
crept over and sat on the floor in order to look at her more closely. Her labia lips 
appeared rather inflamed; as did the skin at the tops of her legs and I could see 
where she'd applied the Nivea. I moved between her open legs so that I could 
inhale her fragrance. I fancied that I could even feel her heat on my face. Kelly 
did not stir but continued to slumber; catching up on the sleep she had sacrificed 
in order to fuck Carl.
    I stood up and looked at the face of my sleeping beauty. I studied her soft 
features, her flawless skin, her long eyelashes and her dark hair, which had 
parted to reveal her slender neck. Carl was right. I was a lucky man. I smiled as I 
compared the way she looked now and the way she had acted last night.  How 
could Kelly, who looked so innocent, be so wanton? How could I, a witness to her 
wantonness, love her all the more because of it? But I did!  Somewhat reluctantly 
I went back to my chair, sat down and watched over her. 
    Once more I tried to rationalise my actions. I had encouraged another man to 
fuck my wife, indeed to make her so sore that she couldn't even wear her 
knickers! It was odd, really. Some men would feel compelled to kill their wife's 
lover. I too had a compulsion, but it was a compulsion to encourage him, to make 
him welcome in our house, hell, even to make him welcome in our bedroom! Was 
it the same compulsion that drew the moth to the flame? Would it have the same 
result? How could I know? But I could no more resist my compulsion than could 
the moth resist the dancing light of the candle. 
    I continued watching her while she slept. In a way it was a throwback to our 
childhood. Once again I was Sir Galahad standing guard over my Lady Guinivere 
and I continued to protect her until she woke up a couple of hours later. My lady 
was especially affectionate to her loyal knight for the rest of the day. We retired 
early to our bedchamber but only to catch up on our sleep. Methinks we were 
both far too fatigued for any more lovemaking.
    She was also far too sore! 











Chapter 10

    A routine was established and it seemed to be working out for all concerned. 
On Friday nights Kelly would go out with Carl and would stay overnight at his 
place. I had got used to her weekly absence. I missed her, of course, but I could 
look forward to the Saturday morning when she returned, when our passion knew 
no bounds, especially on those occasions when she would leave Carl in his bed, 
drive home and immediately get into our bed with me. But there was a change to 
the established routine when they spent a couple of days in Paris! 
    Carl had to go there on business and asked her if she'd like to go with him. 
She asked me if I would have any objection. It meant flying out on the Friday 
morning and returning on the Saturday evening. In some ways it was not that 
much different to the normal routine; she just be away for a little bit longer, that's 
all. Since it was unlikely to happen on a regular basis I agreed.  
    On the Thursday evening I helped her pack her case. I was naturally 
interested to see what clothes, and especially what underwear she was taking. 
There was no doubt that Carl would be pleased with her wardrobe. She wanted 
an early night because Carl would be round early in the morning and she needed 
to get up at about six to get herself ready. We went to bed and we held each 
other in a close embrace. We made love but as was now the norm on Thursday 
nights, I refrained from ejaculating inside her.
    The following morning I went off to work and Kelly went off to Paris. I 
experienced conflicting emotions. I knew that I'd miss her and yet I couldn't deny 
it turned me on. What was wrong with me? Why couldn't I be normal and enjoy 
Kelly's sexuality directly rather than vicariously? 
    In the evening I put on some porno but I couldn't get into it. Instead I watched 
some old comedy videos. I went to bed quite late, and I had a couple of drinks 
too, but I was still unable to get off to sleep for some time.
    I woke up on the Saturday morning, happy that she would be coming home 
that day, but wishing that I didn't have to wait until that evening. I occupied 
myself doing odd jobs around the house, finally getting round to fixing the 
external lights but the hours really dragged.  
    Kelly and Carl returned from Paris at about eight. He came in carrying Kelly's 
case, said a quick hello, apologised for having to dash off and then left. She 
came in and gave me a long loving kiss.
   "Have you missed me then, Ben?" she asked in that soft sensual tone I loved to 
hear. 
   "Yes, Kelly, I really have. It's strange when you think about it. In theory your 
being in Paris should have made next to no difference. You're not with me Friday 
nights anyway and if I have to work late I don't see you from the time I leave on 
Friday morning until the time you come home on Saturday. But I know where you 
are and I know I can contact you. But in Paris you were out of reach and because 
of that, you seemed to be away for much longer. And you know what they say 
about absence, don't you?"  I knew she would be pleased to hear this but it was 
also true. I asked her if she'd missed me.
    She was much more succinct. "Yes, Ben, of course I did." I didn't know if it was 
just as true, but I was certainly just as pleased to hear it.
    I made a cup of tea and gave Kelly a bouquet of flowers I'd bought for her. She 
asked me what I had been doing with myself. I told her that contrary to what she 
might be thinking I had actually got round to doing some of the jobs that I had 
been putting off for ages. She smiled at me as she suggested she should get 
away on her own more often if that was the result.  She disappeared for a 
moment and returned carrying a gift-wrapped bottle of Remy Martin, which she 
gave to me. They say, 'it's the thought that counts', and it's true. It was the 
thought I most valued, not the expensive brandy.  She had thought about me 
whilst she was in Paris and I was really happy.
    Kelly said she would take a relaxing bath and suggested that we have an early 
night. We were tucked up in bed, her pert bare bum nestling in my lap, when I 
asked her about her weekend. She had enjoyed herself and the hotel was 
excellent. Yesterday they had explored Paris, taking in the Notre Dame, the Arc 
de Triomphe and the Eiffel Tower. Last night they went to a cabaret and had 
eaten out afterwards in Montmartre. They had a late breakfast this morning, had 
strolled along the Champs Elysees and had then taken a taxi back to their hotel 
and thence to the airport.  She told me that she would like to go back but that she 
would want it to be with me next time. 
    She was expecting me to then ask her about her sexual activities and she was 
pleasantly surprised when I told her I didn't want to know. But I did want to make 
love to her. She made herself more accessible and I entered her from behind. I 
guessed she'd be a bit tender, (she had said something about a late breakfast; a 
euphemism I presumed, meaning that they had been too busy shagging to notice 
the time) so I was gentle with her.  In the event I came quite soon anyway; the 
inevitable result of two days celibacy! We were still joined when we went to 
sleep. 
    In the morning I woke up to see that Kelly was already awake and was staring 
at the ceiling. I kissed her and she started to cry. 
   "What's the matter, Kelly?"
   "Oh, Ben!"
   "Please tell me what's wrong."
   "It's not right, Ben. What I'm doing with Carl. It's not right."
   "What do you mean?"
   "What do you think I mean, Ben? My affair with Carl of course. I think I should 
finish it."
   "But why, Kelly?"
   "Before all this began we were very happy and content with each other. We 
didn't need anybody else. But now there is Carl. And I feel like I'm cheating on 
you. I love you Ben, I really do.  I don't love Carl, in fact I'm not sure I even like 
him that much, but there are times when he excites me so much that I would do 
anything he asked. And then I feel guilty about it when I come home to you. I 
want it to end before it goes any further." 
    Once again it was my cock, rather than my brain, that influenced my reply. She 
was still quietly weeping. I kissed her eyes and tasted her salty tears. My voice 
was very soft. "Come on Kelly, there's no need to cry. How can you be cheating 
on me when I know you're with him? And why on earth should you feel guilty? I 
don't mind what you do as long as it is of your own free will. It would be different 
if you were being forced to do things that you didn't want to do. I admit I would 
prefer it if you didn't go away with him anymore, but that doesn't mean you can't 
stay with him on Friday nights. Look Kelly, a relationship based on love will 
always be stronger than one based on sex.  And ours is based on love. By all 
means end the affair with him if that's what you wish, but do it for the right 
reason. Do it because you want to do it, because you've gone off him for 
example, and not because you think you ought to do it for my sake."
    She didn't answer but at least she'd stopped crying. She turned round to kiss 
me and I felt her hand on my face.  She again told me that she loved me. And 
then she told me something else.  She said she wanted me in her mouth.

(Two further instalments to follow. If you liked this story,(or even if you didn't!)
please send feedback to the author,

         octavianknight11@hotmail.com








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