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By (user no longer on site) OP     over a year ago

We were walking through the woods near our home at the

time of the shock. Julie did not take it well; she

thought that I didn't love her. But she was wrong about

that.

The problem had always been there, though neither of us

really noticed to begin with. Since we were married she

had always wanted sex more than I wanted sex. But as

time went on it began to become a problem; Julie was

getting frustrated. In the early days we had seen

counselors and doctors, but neither had helped. Except

that one counselor had told us that the obvious

solution of getting a lover for Susan was not one that

they would consider suggesting. At the time we both

nodded in complete agreement, but the fact that she

said it at all had been a surprise for me because I had

never even thought of that idea.

That was two years before our walk in the woods, and I

was still as close to Julie as I had ever been. But on

this occasion, when we walked through the woods, Julie

had suggested that we disappear away from the beaten

track into the densely packed evergreen trees for some

fun.

Well, I knew what sort of fun she meant and normally

that would be great, and not somewhere where we had had

sex before. But the truth was that the previous night

had been one of great passion, and that left me without

any drive for about two or three days usually. I know,

that is probably a long time to most men out there but

that is where our problem stems from. So I declined.

She knew I would. It was then that I said it:

"Julie...."

"What?" she replied.

"I have been thinking about us for some time and our

problem. There is only one way to solve your problem

and I think we should try to solve it."

"How?"

"I know that you are under a lot of stress because of

me and I don't want you to be. Eventually (though you

might not think so at the moment) it may break up our

marriage. I love you too much for that. So I will not

mind if you find someone that you find attractive and

take him as a lover."

Actually the 'will not mind' was an understatement. It

had been going through my mind more and more and was

becoming a fantasy. Initially Julie thought that I was

joking but couldn't really see the humour in it. After

a few seconds though it was clear that I wasn't and she

pushed me away and stormed off back along the grassy

worn track we had just followed, without talking to me,

back to the car. She sat in the back, annoyed, and

waited for me to drive her home. All the way home the

only thing that she said was "Just what do you think

that I am?" to which I simply replied that she was my

wife and I was sorry if I upset her – I had no

intention of hurting her.

It was certainly intended to be for her benefit, but I

rather fancied this happening anyway. So over the next

few months I put on more pressure. I deliberately

turned down her advances more often than I had before –

maybe that would keep her libido on the boil. Added to

that I brought fantasy games to our lovemaking. We

would sometimes pretend that I had two women in bed and

other times pretended that Julie had two men in bed

with her. Then we pretended that she had some gorgeous

hunk with her while I watched from the side and that it

was her birthday present, or something like that.

One year after the incident in the woods we went for a

walk again in the same place. We often went out for

walks, particularly to woodland or lakeside places

where we could watch some wildlife and be on our own.

By then my libido was lower than ever, or so she

thought, because I had managed to pretend increasingly

little interest during most of the previous year by

quietly masturbating often to keep the pressure off me.

We had hardly made love in the previous two months. Now

was the time for a second try.

We found a bench on the main footpath through the

woodland to sit down at. We sat in silence for some

time at first. Probably Julie was thinking, as I was,

about what had happened between us the year before. I

broke the silence:

"Julie, I didn't mean to upset you last year when we

were here. I am sorry."

"I know," she said, resting her head on my shoulder,

"you only said it because you care for me. I know."

"Yes. And that offer is still there if you need to take

it," I put in, almost wincing at the reaction I might

get.

"Yes, I know" was all she replied, and the silence fell

for another 30 seconds or so.

"Wouldn't you mind me seeing another man?" she

enquired.

Now that was a difficult question. If I said that I

would mind then that barred her from doing it. But if I

said that I didn't mind then she might again think that

I didn't love her. But I quickly thought of this to

say:

"Darling. I love you dearly and will never love anyone

else like I love you. I also believe that you feel the

same way about me. I feel quite secure in that and I do

not think that you would leave me or fall in love with

a man who was there simply as your play thing. Will I

feel jealousy anyway? Well I am not sure, but I think

that I wouldn't while I feel secure in our marriage.

The plan would have to have several rules for that. In

particular it would be a different man each time, or at

least regularly changed, and for another I must always

be involved; you never see him without me."

And that was that. We sat in sunshine for another ten

minutes and went on our way.

About three months have passed since I was there in the

woods that time, and yesterday something extraordinary

happened. She phoned me at work on my mobile phone from

her mobile phone. Initially she appeared to be just

phoning me because she wanted to talk to me. But after

the first few minutes there came a pause in the

conversation, followed by

"We have had a new recruit in our office today. He

thinks he's a lady killer."

My heart jumped at what I thought may be happening. I

wondered why she was telling me about a new recruit,

she doesn't normally.

"Is he good looking then?" I asked.

"Not particularly," she replied, but I told her to be

honest.

"Well, OK, yes I think that he is."

"Is he the solution to our problem then?" I constrained

my voice to hide the tension and excitement I was

feeling.

"Yes he could be." she said this with a giggle. Pow!

That came like a sledgehammer shock to my system.

"Oh good," I lamely replied. Julie carried on in a kind

of exaggerated humorous tone:

"I was wondering if I could sleep with him tonight,

like you said I could."

Wow! This is a young lady who goes to church on

Sundays.

"What have you told him?" I snapped.

"Nothing."

"Well what makes you think that you would succeed even

if I said yes?" again, I snapped.

"Well I just thought that he likes me. Forget it I'm

just pulling your leg."

"Well I want to meet him. Is he single? Is he new in

town? Find an excuse to invite him round to dinner," I

said, and then changed the subject. I think we were

both embarrassed as well as excited.

Normally one could almost set the clock by the time

that Julie came in from work: five past six. Today it

was closer to half past when she turned up, and the new

recruit, Matthew, was with her. His height made him a

little intimidating and his clearly handsome features

made him more so.

His confidence was clear as he held out his hand to

shake mine. Julie apologized to me because we had not

arranged to have anyone to dinner until the last

moment, and we both had to scrabble around in the

kitchen desperately trying to find something to make a

good meal with. In the end the best we could do was

spaghetti bologneise.

Julie and I took turns to do things in the kitchen

while the other went and chatted with Matthew. But

during our moments in the kitchen together, my wife and

I quickly spoke about him. Julie started:

"I was only joking on the phone you know."

"Well, let's think about it before we dismiss the idea"

I replied. I didn't want this opportunity to be missed.

"I know that we need to do something soon, and he seems

to be a nice man. Come on, Julie, I know you fancy him,

and I would love to think that you are happier than you

are at the moment."

"I am happy," she assured me. "We just have a problem

that needs sorting."

That was it; that answer confirmed to me that she was

up for it. Julie didn't know it, but I had an erection

like no other I'd ever had. If she noticed then that

might make her think that she doesn't need Matthew and

the whole momentum of the situation would be lost.

We served up the dinner and carried on chatting. He was

single, had a girlfriend in Manchester (but it wasn't a

serious relationship as far as he was concerned), just

finished a PhD in Economics at Aberdeen University and

was clearly ambitious. I felt quite inferior, but

Julie's eyes shone, her smile was real and her cheeks

were flushed all the time that we talked. Eventually

the discussion reached a hiatus; I had told Matthew

about me and Julie while he had told us much about

himself. I should have confirmed with Julie about how

to proceed, but I didn't want to halt the momentum. So

I went straight to the point:

"Matthew, there is something that I need to discuss

with you that is delicate, and I need to be assured

that the conversation will go no further than us here,

whatever the outcome. In short, Matthew, can you be

discrete?"

Julie stiffened and the smile dropped from her face and

was replaced by anxiety as she turned her head and

stared at me.

"Err, yes of course, as long as it isn't illegal," he

replied. He was startled by this turn of the

conversation. And once I had said it I felt regret that

I had started. But there was no turning back now

"Julie and I have a little marital problem. To be

blunt, I have not been able to give her enough sex and

today we decided what we must do about it. Julie finds

you very attractive and wants to have sex with you. I

have given her permission to do so."

I have never seen Julie blush so much in my entire

life. She looked at her plate and muttered something

about getting more wine as she virtually ran out into

the kitchen.

"Err, I... I don't think that Julie does want to," said

Matthew after she had gone. It did look like that and I

felt really, really stupid.

"I'll have a word with her," I said and left for the

kitchen. "Have you changed your mind?"

"I am not sure this is a good idea," she replied. She

was still red with embarrassment. But I could also see

that the front of her dress showed the slight shape of

an erect nipple through the blouse she wore under her

business suit; the idea was still a good one.

"I am not sure that he is too keen either, but he might

be in shock!" I said.

We agreed to abort the plan, or rather Julie insisted

on it. So we went back into the dining room and before

I could say anything further, Matthew said, "I'll do it

if you like. Julie is very beautiful and I would be

honoured."

The intensely formal gentlemanly politeness seemed

silly and yet I cannot think of anything that he could

have said better. This was the crunch point. Julie can

either take it further or not as the case may be, so I

kept quiet and she said "What do we do now?"

That question implied that she wanted to do this, so I

said, "Julie, you have not had time to get changed yet.

Why don't you get changed." She did. While Julie was

upstairs, Matthew asked some questions; he sounded

nervous.

"Do you mean tonight? Now?"

I nodded.

"This is to be discrete, you said?"

I nodded.

"I don't want my girlfriend getting a hint of this. Or

anyone else."

I nodded again.

"She hasn't got any sexually transmitted diseases has

she?"

I shook my head: "No. Have you?"

He shook his head also. And so the questioning went on

until Julie came down the stairs.

Adrenalin surged around my body when I realised that

she was wearing her stunning evening dress, a pair of

high heeled shoes and a pair of dangly earrings! No

mixed messages there! Matthew immediately took off his

jacket.

Julie was incredible. She had taken complete control of

the situation. She pulled Matthew to his feet and told

me to put on some music. Then she said that she wanted

to dance with Matthew first, and they did the waltz for

about 10 minutes. I cleared the table by dumping

everything quickly into the kitchen and turned the

lights down and sat on a corner stool out of the way.

Their stance was awkward at first but began to relax

after a minute or two. While they were dancing Matthew

felt for the zip at the back of her dress and slowly

brought it down. Julie looked at me while he did this,

and I smiled my approval; my heart was beating fast.

Julie leaned closer into him and embraced in a more

familiar way. I imagined her soft breasts pushing

against his chest through their clothing. Matthew

stopped the dance and removed his jacket and then took

up the dance again. Soon he slipped his hand into her

dress at the back and gently stroked her back. Her eyes

closed at the touch but a feeling of guilt prevented

her from making a response.

So Matthew just kept on dancing and stroking, and so

after about 10 minutes of music and smooching, finally

Julie's left hand wandered down to Matthews behind and

caressed his right cheek. That's when I knew that she

was really enjoying this; she was going to go through

with this. With the dancing continuing, albeit in a

slightly awkward manner, Matthew now had both hands

inside her dress at the back but holding firmly,

keeping the couple together while Julie's hands undid

the buttons on his shirt and then tugged it out from

the top of his trousers.

The atmosphere was electric and my heart was racing.

Julie pressed against him with the side of her face

against his smooth bare chest. Already she was in

heaven. Matthew pushed the dress zip down the last few

inches then gently pulled her away from his chest and

pulled the dress forward so that it slipped along her

arms. Julie obligingly pulled her arms back out of the

dress and it hung down from the waist. Still they

danced around the living room with Julie's upper half,

wearing only a bra, pushed against his bare chest.

She undid the buckle on his belt as they abandoned the

dancing. Julie pulled his trousers down and Matthew

kissed her deeply on the lips. Julie pulled away and

looked at me again, so I grinned and said, "Enjoy

yourself, Julie."

She kissed him back passionately while he stepped out

of his trousers. He pulled away from Julie and removed

his own shirt while Julie pulled the dress down past

her waist to the floor and stepped out of it then

tossed it to me. It was clear that Matthew either works

out or does some other physical activity, his arms and

chest were muscular though not bulging with muscle.

So they were both standing there with shoes and

underclothes, Matthew had socks on and Julie had

suspenders and stockings. She has always saved those

for special nights when she wants to seduce me, such as

wedding anniversaries. The high-heeled shoes looked

fabulous on Julie but the shoes and socks on Matthew

looked a little ridiculous.

Matthew clearly had a huge erection now and Julie

walked to him and kissed his chest, proceeded down,

kissing across his stomach and kissed his erection

through his boxer shorts, and finally her attention

went to the shoes: she undid them and helped him to

take off the shoes and socks. She also thought that he

looked a little ridiculous in them. Then Matthew turned

Julie round to get at the fastening on her bra.

For the first time since the dress was removed Julie

looked at me but this time it was with a smile. I said

nothing but gave her a big approving smile and winked

at her. Still with Julie facing me Matthew removed her

bra and slid her pants down to her ankles. I have never

seen her nipples so erect in all my life; they stood

out horizontally almost a centimetre and she was

blushing as she obligingly stepped out from the last

barrier she had between his eyes and her most intimate

self.

Never before have I seen such an erotic and sensuous

image as the woman that I love clearly experiencing

such intense, naughty pleasure as this. The curves of

her waist and hips were perfect. Her pretty face

decorated with evocative earrings and make-up. Her big

bosoms pointing straight at me. Then Matthew's biceps

bulged as he walked to her side and gently put one arm

behind her knees, the other behind her chest and he

effortlessly raised her in his arms, walked two paces

to the settee and laid her horizontally there. He then

removed his last piece of clothing – his boxer shorts –

and climbed gently onto the settee with her underneath

him and lowered himself to her.

In that instant slight panic appeared on Julie's face

and she looked at me for confirmation, which I

immediately supplied with a smile and a nod. Matthew

hardly noticed this as he continued down onto her and

Julie closed her eyes in bliss while opening her legs

to adultery. Matthew slid gently into her and both

sighed in unison together. Oh but he was good. He

proceeded very slowly backwards and forwards taking his

weight on his hands watching the young lady lying

beneath him, her arms extended above her head in

complete submission, her eyes closed as the pleasure

gripped her.

I think that Matthew's impulse was to pump faster, but

he carefully kept himself in check as he glided back

and forth very slowly. I wish I had timed how long they

were like that. It was many times longer than I could

have held out in his position. Eventually Julie was

nearing her orgasm. She grabbed Matthew with her right

arm around his neck and her left arm around his chest

and pulled herself up to his body, hugging it closely

and wrapped her legs around his middle. Then she turned

her head sideways and looked deep into my eyes across

the room as her body shook and heavy breathing and

moans of unimaginable pleasure took nearly all control

away from her.

That was an image that beat even the previously

mentioned one for such erotic, sensuous beauty. Though

I had not touched myself at all, I deposited several

spurts of semen into my pants but that didn't do much

to relieve the sexual tension I felt. As Julie's orgasm

passed she relaxed, reached up and kissed Matthew under

the chin (she couldn't reach his lips) and dropped her

body back to the settee. The kiss seemed to trigger

Matthew's orgasm; he lost control pumping quite fast

and hard and Julie, I learned later, enjoyed the

feeling of being filled with this young man's seed.

And so the climax to the evening passed splendidly.

What an experience. This was new and exciting, probably

for all three of us. Already I was looking forward to

both rogering Julie myself and to Matthew coming to our

house again. But will he come again?

When Matthew's orgasm had subsided he relaxed, paused,

then lowered his head and kissed my Julie on the lips.

I dare say that he wanted to sleep at that point, but

he appeared to become suddenly aware again that I was

watching. He climbed off the settee and picked up his

clothes and held them in front of his genitalia and

asked if he could shower. I showed him where the shower

was and then I returned to Julie. She had already

started to dress and was hurrying.

With her knickers and bra back on she picked up the

rest of her clothes and ran upstairs to our bedroom. I

took the opportunity to go to the cloakroom and try to

clean myself up before anyone realised that I had

ejaculated in my pants. I didn't do a thorough job so I

was back in the living room before the others returned.

Matthew was first. We were both embarrassed at this

point and Matthew said in a rather formal way:

"Thank you for dinner. It was a very enjoyable evening.

Tell Julie that I found it a very pleasant evening.

Apologise to her for me not staying longer," and he

went towards the door.

My reply was "Oh you're going? Please don't feel that

you have to." But he insisted and left. So up to the

bedroom I went and found Julie sitting on the bed

wearing jeans and an old shirt, quietly weeping.

"What is it, my love? What's the matter?" I asked,

shocked by the turn of events.

"Has he gone?" she asked. I confirmed that he had and

relayed his message. But the message she ignored,

something else was bothering her.

"What have I done?" she said, then chanting, "I'm

sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Julie, why are you sorry? You should enjoy tonight.

You have done nothing wrong. I had a fabulous evening.

I enjoyed more than you can know to see you have so

much pleasure. He is very good and is exactly what we

need to solve our problem. I am glad we did it and I

want Matthew to come round again."

This cheered up Julie considerably. She smiled, wiped

her eyes and hugged me. We shared the time telling how

we each felt at different times throughout the evening

and I had to confess that I had found it erotic enough

to ejaculate without even touching myself. This

surprised Julie and pleased her – I think that it

relieved her guilt somewhat.

The evening finished with us going to bed quite late,

Julie not really realising that I was so turned on I

could still make love to her even though I had

ejaculated earlier. I couldn't tell her this, though,

because it would undermine the reason for Matthew

coming in the first place.

We went to sleep in each others arms planning Matthews

next visit and with Julie promising that she would

repay me in about a weeks time with the first blowjob

she will have ever done, and the first that I will have

ever had.

The End

sorry about the lenth of this. Hope you enjoy it.

Thanks for reading.

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By (user no longer on site)  over a year ago

This story first published in 2006, when, according to your profile, you were 15?

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By *arlow77Man  over a year ago

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That is some story, well told lad. I'd love to watch my wife like that! Some day mayb!

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By (user no longer on site) OP     over a year ago


"This story first published in 2006, when, according to your profile, you were 15?"
huh? lol

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By (user no longer on site) OP     over a year ago


"That is some story, well told lad. I'd love to watch my wife like that! Some day mayb! "
Maybe one day she might. Theres only one way to find out.

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