As I curled up in my marital bed with my lover, Richard, whilst Chris, my husband, slept in the spare bedroom, I reflected on my situation and how fortunate I was to have the best of both worlds. Richard and I had hit it off when we had met for a late morning coffee in a nearby village a few months earlier. The attraction on both sides was instant, and we both instinctively knew that there was every likelihood that our relationship would quickly blossom.

Our next meeting was at a local hotel. Chris joined us for pre-dinner drinks and then left Richard and I to become acquainted over dinner. After dinner, Richard and I retired to his room, where our relationship became sexual. We were soon kissing and stripping each other, Richard leaving me in my stockings, suspenders and high heels, before laying me on the bed and removing my sheer panties to leave my pussy open, gaping and wanting his rapidly stiffening cock inside me.  Three hours later and fully satisfied, Richard walked me to my car, where we kissed passionately before I returned to my aroused and excited husband.

I struggled to sleep that night, my mind going into overload. I did my best to temper my excitement with the possibility that this may, like many of my other adventures, end up in disappointment, although I was sure that Richard was different and that he was completely smitten with me.

Over the next few weeks, Richard and I exchanged many messages and was always, without fail, incredibly polite and respectful, yet making it clear that he wanted us to see as much of each other as possible and to take our relationship forward. I confess to feeling the same and even admitted to Chris that I was excited at the prospect of Richard and I becoming lovers on a long-term basis, meeting regularly for nights of love and passion.

One of the suggestions Richard made over drinks with Chris and I during that earlier meeting was that he would like me to join him for a business trip to London that was planned for the following month.  The prospect of this and Richard suggesting it so early in our relationship told me a great deal and I immediately told Richard that I would be thrilled to join him and that I was touched that we had asked me.

Back to the build up to this story, the evening began with Richard, and I being chauffeured by Chris to a local fine dining restaurant. Richard and I sat happily chatting, embracing, and kissing in the rear of the car. Chris joined us for dinner and the conversation flowed; Chris was clearly overjoyed that Richard and I were rapidly becoming addicted to each other.

The drive home was an erotic experience, Richard and I kissing passionately in the back of the car, where my now stained panties were removed and thrown in Chris’s lap, who, by the way was instructed not to look in the rear-view mirror.

I must say that for the entirety of the journey of the 8-mile journey from the restaurant to our home, I felt totally wanted and desired as Richard and I became intimate. The highlight being when he whispered in my ear “Paula, I have totally and utterly fallen for you and want you more than words can say.

Upon reaching our home, Chris opened the rear car doors, before opening the front door of the house to usher his wife and her lover into the house. The look on Chris’s face as he watched Richard and I kissing with unbridled passion at the side of the car was priceless. I even had time to notice the bulge in the front of his trousers.

Once inside the house, Chris dutifully went to our bedroom, folded back the duvet and lit some scented candles. By the time Chris returned downstairs, I was wrapped in Richard’s arms again kissing passionately. By now my dress was pooled on the floor, leaving me in sheer stockings, suspenders, high heels, and my bra. Richard’s next move was to unclip my lacey black bra, slip it off my shoulders and then cup my 36C breasts before showering them with kisses, causing my nipples to harden.

At this stage, I wanted one thing, to be made love to slowly and beautifully in the marital bed by my lover. I ached for Richard to be inside me and to send his seed deep in to my womb again throughout the night and in the morning, whilst my husband slept alone in the spare bed, no doubt wanking himself to sleep.

Before heading up to the room I instructed Chris not to even think about entering the bedroom that night and to bring us tea and toast at 09.00 the following morning. Chris duly accepted his instructions and wished us a wonderful night together. Richard assured Chris that he and his sexy wife were very pleased that he and I were lovers and that this would be the first of many nights that Chris would be sleeping alone. It felt wonderful and very arousing to hear my lover telling my husband this news. I merely smiled at Chris and told him that whilst I still loved him, there would be changes in our relationship now that Richard and I were lovers and that he would have to accept those changes. Chris accepted this news, not that he had a choice in the matter. 

Part Two – Chris’s viewpoint

I have always been open to the idea of Paula enjoying the company, and more, of other guys. Over the twelve years we have been together, there have been some adventures, but most were short lived. Trying to find suitable guys was like looking for the proverbial needle in a haystack. The physical side of a relationship was of course key to what we were looking for but we were also looking for someone who Paula and on the odd occasions myself, could enjoy the all-important social side of a relationship with.

Following their first meeting over coffee, Paula was keen to get a dinner date to include all three of us. I was taken aback, albeit is a good way by the very positive way Paula was about taking the next step. Fast forwards two weeks and I found myself being invited for pre-dinner drinks at a local hotel. It was explained to me that Richard was staying at the hotel and that he and Paula would be having dinner together but that they would like me to join them purely for the drinks phase of the evening.

To be continued.