The prelude to this tale was posted here on 4 March 2017 under the title ‘An unwilling cuckold’. I suggest you read that story first to get the full picture of my situation. A brief summary is that my wife and I had started to go to nightclubs on a Saturday evening, for her to pick up someone that she fancied, take them back to our hotel and for Sally to have sex with them. Having ‘flitted’ from one conquest to the next, Sally had met a very well endowed black guy who Sally had become besotted with, and she had started inviting him back to our house on a regular basis. As far as I was concerned, our marriage was over but I felt I had to carry on as normal to the outside world as much as possible until I could figure out my exit route. Sally didn’t want children, so there was no chance of a child bringing us back together and she had become addicted to Dave, a black guy she met as a result of our swinging activities. We had been invited to a birthday party not too far from where we lived, I think it was a workmate of Sally’s. As we didn’t have to drive home, we could both have a drink and we were circulating, initially together but then separately, when I realised there were quite a few of Sally’s workmates there. I got chatting to a girl called Laura who is about my height 5’ 8”, a bit ‘podgy but not unattractive with nice sized boobs and I recognised her as working with my wife Sally. We had been chatting for a while about this and that, and I quite enjoyed her company. I noticed that she seemed nervous about something and, all of a sudden, she blurted out “I know she treats you really badly and I’m very sorry”. Initially, I didn’t know what to say, it was obvious that Sally had been talking to her workmates about something I thought would always remain private. I was inclined to say something polite but meaningless and walk away, but then I realised that Laura had been brave enough to speak up about how I felt. I briefly rubbed her arm with one hand and said “thank you, that’s very sweet of you. I’m sure I can cope with it.” Having cleared the air, we chatted on and I realised that she was quite good company. For some time, I had been working late – with my relationship with Sally becoming very ‘frosty’, work seemed the ideal distraction – and I always tried to walk home for the exercise. A few days after the party, I was walking through the local shopping centre on my way home and I bumped into Laura as our routes converged; she lived only a few streets away from us. We chatted and she was clearly a lot more relaxed than she had been at the party; she was definitely good company. When we reached the point where our routes would separate, I suggested we could stop off for a coffee in town another time, and we arranged to meet at a coffee shop the following evening. That quickly became a regular thing 2 or 3 times a week, when we would talk about all sorts of things, including my marital problems, and she was a very understanding listener. She told me that she was 30 years of age, divorced with 1 abusive husband behind her, and now lived with her widowed mother. As I said, Laura is about my height, with a body shape very different to Sally’s, and I started to regard her as quite attractive. In my own mind, I had come to think of Sally as being a ‘trophy wife’, whilst Laura was ‘warm and comfortable’. I had been seeing Laura after work for several weeks, when she suggested that, if it was OK for Sally to invite her ‘boyfriend’ round to our house on a Saturday evening, why didn’t I invite my ‘girlfriend’ round at the same time. I started to say that I didn’t have a girlfriend, when it dawned on me what she was saying. We talked about it a bit and I agreed it might make Sally stop and think so, on the basis we were not starting an ‘affair’, we would give it a try the following Saturday when Dave was due to visit. During the next few days, I thought about the readers’ comments to my last post on SH, and realised that I needed to ‘lighten up’ a bit and start living sexually. I wasn’t looking for an affair but, if that happened to be the way it developed, I could be quite attracted to Laura. Anyway, Saturday evening came around and we had arranged for Laura to arrive 15 minutes after Dave was due. In the event, she knocked on our door before he arrived. Sally went to answer the door as she usually did, but I followed her through to welcome Laura in before Sally had a chance to say much. Laura announced to Sally that she had come to see me and walked in, leaving Sally open-mouthed, and I stepped forward to give Laura a peck on the cheek. I told Sally that, if it was OK for her to have her ‘boyfriend’ round to our house, she could not object to my having my girlfriend round too, and we walked through to the lounge, leaving Sally still holding the front door. I went out to the kitchen to organise drinks for Laura and me, during which I gather the atmosphere between the 2 ladies was a bit frosty. When I went back into the lounge, Laura and I chatted about this and that, with Sally saying very little, during which time Dave arrived (as usual with no apology for his lateness) and I think he quickly realised there was a bit of an atmosphere. As arranged with Laura in advance, after a reasonable delay, I reached out for Laura’s hand and said to Sally that we were going upstairs to the spare room and I would see her later, whereupon we went upstairs. As I closed the bedroom door, I was tempted to laugh at the situation we had created, but I suddenly felt something I cannot remember feeling before, LUST. I wanted to take Laura in my arms and kiss her but I did not know what she was thinking, or indeed how she felt about me. All of a sudden, it was as though a magnet drew us together and we were kissing, with lots of hugging and mauling each other. We were disturbed by raised voices downstairs, although I couldn’t hear what was being said, and then we heard the front door slam. I looked out of the curtains to see Sally and Dave getting into his car and driving off. I turned to Laura and said “well it looks as though we have the place to ourselves”, and we resumed kissing and mauling each other. This quickly developed into me undoing the buttons of Laura’s blouse, and she the buttons of my shirt. All of a sudden, Laura put her hand on my chest and said “you do yours and I’ll do mine”, so we stepped back and speedily stripped off. Seeing Laura naked made me feel full of lust. Her boobs were large, yet there was little droop in them, her nipples were just waiting to be sucked. I stepped forward to kiss her again, but she backed away and slid under the duvet. When I got in beside her and prepared to embrace her again, she put a hand on my chest and said “I’m on the pill so I won’t get pregnant, I know enough about your sex life to know that you’re not going to infect me with anything, so I’m happy not to use condoms, but it’s up to you”. I hadn’t really thought it through this far, but I was full of lust, I wanted to be ‘alpha male’ and flood this lovely lady with my seed, so I simply said “that’s fine with me”, and we were quickly back to mauling each other. I knew that, at my age, I would not be able to repeat immediately, so it was essential I gave her as much pleasure as I could manage first. I went down on her, kissed her clitoris, fingered her pussy, sucked her clit between my lips, even biting her clit gently which made her orgasm repeatedly and eventually, she said “fuck me, please fuck me”. We fucked, initially quite gently, but then with increasing vigour and it wasn’t too long before I could feel the need to cum. I think Laura realised too as, when I plunged deeply into her on my ‘final’ stroke, she grasped me firmly with her vaginal muscles and she had a simply massive orgasm as I planted my seed inside her. I flopped on top of her initially but then rolled off as we regained our breath. I kissed her and she realised that my face was literally covered in her pussy juices. I found it extremely erotic when she proceeded to lick the juices from my face, as I continued to try to kiss her. I decided I should try to ‘return the favour’ so I moved into a 69 position and asked her to lie on top of me, so I was able to drink my cum as it flowed from her pussy. Yet another first for me, and it made Laura have yet another massive orgasm. After I had finished drinking from her pussy (and very nice it tasted too), we lay together cuddling and I dozed off to sleep, exhausted. I was woken at about 2.00 am by Laura getting out of bed, she said she should go home. I said I would walk round with her, but she said it wasn’t necessary. I insisted it was, so I got out of bed and got dressed. We walked round to her house hand in hand and, when we got there, I thought I should give her a peck on the cheek as I didn’t know who might be watching, but she insisted on having a full-blown snog. I suggested we should meet again at the coffee shop after work on Monday and with that we parted. As I walked back round to my house, it crossed my mind that my marriage to Sally had been good, even though the sex might have been unremarkable, and I had enjoyed watching her fucking other men, but it had all fallen apart with her addiction for Dave and his big black cock. However, if that had not happened, I would not have got to experience the ‘new pastures’ I had just enjoyed with Laura. The following morning Sally was frosty with me to say the least. Eventually, she said “did you have to do it with someone I work with - and in our house!” I just shrugged and went outside to do chores in the garden. Later on, Sally said “I thought she was a lesbian, as she only ever talked about having sex with women. I thought she had even had a fling with one of the women at work”. It transpired that discussions about sex was rife amongst the ladies at the department store, particularly in the staffroom, where they had a ‘ladies only’ area away from the men. On the Monday after work, I met Laura at the coffee shop and we sought out a quiet corner where we could talk in confidence. Laura was the first to say how much she had enjoyed Saturday night, with a slight twinkle in her eye. I tried to ‘twinkle’ back as I said it had been a bit special for me too. We met again on the Thursday after work and agreed that Laura would come round to my house again on Saturday. Sally hadn’t said anything about Dave visiting but I definitely wanted to entertain Laura again. Laura arrived on Saturday evening as arranged, this time shortly after Dave had arrived, which obviously irritated Sally when we quickly decided to go upstairs to the spare room. This time, we knew we both desired each other, so we began stripping off immediately the bedroom door closed. This time, I wasn’t interested in what Sally and Dave were doing, I wanted to watch Laura removing her clothing as I did mine, until the point when she was naked and I could feast my eyes on her beautiful curves. In no time at all, we were embracing each other, kissing, I was mauling her ample breasts (no, I want to call them tits) because I am starting to feel animal passion towards her. We slid into bed underneath the duvet and carried on exploring each other’s bodies. I wanted to slide down her body to explore her pussy as I had last week, but she appeared determined to dominate me on this occasion, so I decided to let her have the upper hand. She slid down and grasped my penis (no, it is my cock) which was already hard. I thought it amazing that merely touching her body had excited me to erection. She began licking the length of my cock, which quickly progressed to sucking it and taking virtually the entire length into her mouth. At that particular moment, I was glad that I am not enormously endowed. It wasn’t too long before I realised how this would end, so I tried to stop her. Laura stopped slurping and said to me “I want you to cum in my mouth, I want to make it happen”. I thought well perhaps this is her moment to feel dominant, so I lay back to enjoy it. I think Laura realised the point when I was about to cum, as she began to wank me in addition to sucking, which made the climax all the more special for me. I came with a roar, lots of expletives, and finishing with a lot of gasping. Laura appeared to have swallowed the lot as she looked up into my face and licked her lips, with a broad smile on her face. I started off writing loads of detail about how we then made love (oops, there’s an admission, I said we made love), but in the end decided many readers would lose interest. The long and short of it was that we fucked – I fucked her and she fucked me – but only after I had licked her to orgasm and pushed my finger up her bum, which gave her a massive orgasm. Learning what turned Laura on, and what made her orgasm was such an exciting time for me and this was certainly the pinnacle – so far. We lay there recovering for some time, when I heard a car draw up outside. I got up to see who it was and saw Sally getting out of a cab and paying the driver. The clock showed the time as 11.15, so I thought she doesn’t seem to have had her usual passionate night with Dave. No matter, I was having a wonderful night, so I got back into bed with Laura, pulled the duvet up over us, and we drifted off into an exhausted sleep. I was woken in the early hours by Laura getting dressed to go home, and I insisted on accompanying her again. This time, we walked to her house arm in arm, in animated conversation about how we had both enjoyed the evening. On the Sunday morning, Sally was frosty with me as she had been the previous week and nothing much was said. Later, on the Sunday evening, she told me that she had finished with Dave. On both occasions when Laura had visited, he had taken her to his place, which was a grubby little flat in a less than pleasant part of town. Last night, one of Dave’s mates had been there when they arrived and it was clear Dave had in mind that she was going to have sex with both of them. Her ardour for him had already cooled somewhat since the first visit to his flat, so she decided to end it there and then. She managed to get out of the flat and had used her mobile to call a cab, which fortunately turned up quickly. I commented that she had perhaps had a lucky escape.