This is quite a long tale and I suspect I may have to break it down into several segments to avoid it becoming tedious. It started when Alice and I met at university more than 50 years ago. We were immediately smitten with each other, it was love at first sight and I couldn't wait to consummate our relationship. However, Alice made me wait a full 6 months before she allowed me into her panties, because she wanted to be certain we were meant for each other. She insisted we used condoms, she said she didn't want our start in life being spoiled by an unwanted pregnancy.
Anyway, to cut a long story short, we married after our graduations, found jobs reasonably close to each other and life settled into a 'normal' routine. The use of condoms was replaced by Alice going on the pill, which we both preferred to the unnatural barrier of condoms.
Occasionally, when I had arrived home from work first and had started preparing the evening meal, Alice would creep up behind me, slide her hands around my waist and start unzipping my trousers. She said she had been feeling horny all day and wanted to suck my lovely cock. I must confess that, occasionally, I would do the same to her and had sometimes managed to get the back of her dress up so I could pull her panties down and fuck her over the kitchen sink. We were thoroughly besotted with each other, and pleasuring each other became the order of the day.
Within a few years, we decided we wanted to start a family, Alice stopped taking the pill and we were fucking like rabbits. Sadly, it didn't happen and, when we eventually consulted the medical profession, we were saddened to learn that the problem was on Alice's side. Nowadays, I'm sure that IVF might have helped, but in those days it was in it's infancy, so we were forced to accept that we could not have children. After a while, we both came to accept the situation, after all we both had well paid jobs, a comfortable life together and a very enjoyable and adventurous sex life.
We had been married for 10 years, when the usual round of works Christmas parties came round. Often they clashed, so we were prevented from attending each other's do but there was no clash of dates this year so we attended both parties together. Curiously, it was this time of year that reminded me of the start of the significant change in our relationship and prompted me to start consigning the tale to paper.
My firm's Christmas Party was in a large country hotel, where many staff were able to book rooms and stay overnight afterwards. After the dinner and copious amounts of alcohol, the centre of the room was cleared of tables and a band started playing. Alice and I were up dancing for some time but we eventually resumed our seats for a rest.
One of the guys there was a chap called Max who I had known since I started with the company and had become quite good friends with. Max was married with 3 small children and was attending the party alone as they had been unable to get a babysitter. After a while, Max came over to our table to ask Alice if she would like to dance with him, which she readily agreed to. Alice is a much more enthusiastic dancer than I am, so I was relieved that a friend had offered me the opportunity of a breather.
Watching them getting up close on the dance floor was a new experience for me and, when the band changed to a slower dance, it was noticeable that Max's hands slid down to Alice's bum, where he was gently massaging her arse. What surprised me a little was that Alice did not seem to object, indeed she seemed to be pressing her hips against Max. When the slow dance ended, they returned to the table where I was seated and I noticed that Alice looked a little flushed. She made an excuse about it being a little warm on the dance floor and nothing more was said.
When the party ended at just after mid-night, we said our good nights to the friends we had chatted to, including Max who Alice seemed to give a special kiss to, and Max went off to find his taxi home. We went to the room we had booked in the hotel.
As we undressed, Alice commented that I hadn't said what a big 'thingy' Max has, I must have looked a bit confused as she went on “his penis, his cock”. I said that I didn't know anything about the size of his 'thingy', we are after all just friends. After a pause, I asked Alice how she knew anything about the size of his equipment and she said that, as he mauled her bum on the dance floor, she could feel it pressing against her belly, which was what had caused her feel a bit flushed when they returned to the table.
Despite all the alcohol we had consumed, Alice was keen to make love, and what a session it was. She seemed to have endless energy, sucking my cock until I had to beg her to stop, then me licking her clit until she flooded my face with her juices, Eventually, she got me on my back and fucked herself to yet another orgasm on my very stiff erection. Not surprisingly, I didn't manage to hold out any longer, flooding her pussy with my seed. When we woke in the morning, I commented that she had been particularly amorous last night and, after a pause, she said that she had been imagining having a threesome with Max.
Nothing more was said about Max over the holiday season, but my mind was working overtime with thoughts of having sex with other people. Alice and I were still very much in love, but I suppose there is a stage of any relationship when many people start thinking about playing with others.
When I returned to work in the New Year, Max was keen to take me to one side and apologised if he had offended either Alice or I at the party before Christmas. He said that, with 3 young children in the house, his wife did not have much time or energy for him, and he had overstepped the mark a bit with Alice on the dance floor. I assured Max that neither of us had taken offence, although I deliberately avoided telling him what Alice had said the following morning. I decided to let Alice make the first move on that subject.
Needless to say, there is more to report in a future episode.
