Who Are You?

I grabbed on to her hips and started fucking back. Kim really starting moaning then, and when she reached under and started playing with her clit, I could tell it was going to be a race to see who came first. With a loud shout of "FUCK YEAH, I'M CUMMING," I won, and if there was any sperm left after my first two loads, she received it deep inside.

She screamed back at me, "Don't you fucking stop yet -- keep fucking my ass!" I kept going, and in about 30 seconds, she released one more time, accompanied by a loud shriek. It was hot and sexy -- my 52 year old wife was writhing again at the end of the most sexually explosive evening we had ever experienced. Was this the product of bringing another woman in for me to fuck? Right now, I was 100% on board forever!

My extremely well-used cock began to wither, and I pulled out of my wife's hot ass. We collapsed together, and without saying a word, went into kiss and cuddle mode. At that moment, I loved her more than I ever thought I possibly could. I STILL didn't know what all she got out of watching me fuck Roni, but I felt that she genuinely enjoyed it, and would more than likely want to do it again.

But there would be time for that talk later. I whispered "I love you" into her ear, and heard her whisper it back. We held each other and went to sleep, the end of the most wild and sexually satisfying day of my life.

******

The morning came around as it always does. But this would be an unusual morning. It would be the first since the wild events of yesterday, and I had to believe instead of focusing on work this morning, my thoughts would be all about what we did -- namely, fucking a different woman for the first time in my life, and doing it as my wife watched and participated. The fun was yesterday. The evaluation process started today.

I realized that I was sore in unusual places as I got out of bed and showered without waking her. She was the lucky one of the two of us -- her job didn't start until 9:00 a.m., while I was expected to be there by 7:30. We had lived for several years with two alarms -- one for me, and one for her. There was no sense in her getting up before she needed to, and generally, I needed less sleep than she did anyway.

As I drove to work, my thoughts went back to Roni. If you could pick a woman to fuck outside of your marriage, she was certainly an excellent choice. She had all the same parts as Kim, but that was where the similarities ended. She was taller, thinner, smaller breasts. Her skin color was darker, given her Hispanic heritage.

But I found out through having sex with her that there were differences in that area as well. Receiving oral with Kim was always great, but Roni obviously had more experience in that area, and it showed. And when I made Roni cum by giving her oral, both Kim and I were amazed at the explosiveness of her orgasm. Sex with Kim was great; sex with Roni was great, but it was a different "great" for each woman.

I spent the rest of the drive trying not to rate how the two women stacked up against each other. That wasn't the purpose of our fun yesterday. But some of that crept into my thoughts anyway. Would it be a bad idea to tell my wife to watch what Roni does when she gives me a blowjob? Did she see differences on her own as she watched Roni and me with each other? Or was she too busy enjoying watching her fantasy come true to pay attention to someone else's technique?

As I pulled into my parking space, I concluded one thing -- I would love to have sex with Roni again. Fucking her in front of Kim was okay, but I wondered what it would be like it if we were alone together without her watching. As good as Roni was, I wondered if she held something back -- perhaps subconsciously -- in order to not show Kim up. I wondered if I would see another gear, perhaps, if we were alone together.

And I wondered about myself in that same regard. I think I gave Roni all that I had, and she seemed to enjoy it. But was there pressure on me since Kim was right there, watching and masturbating as she saw her husband fucking someone else for the first time in his life? Did that add to the intensity of the moment, or would Roni and I take it to a new level if we were by ourselves?

I also couldn't help thinking about what going to go through Kim's mind this morning. She seemed a bit hesitant to talk about yesterday when Roni had left and we were sitting awkwardly at the kitchen table in silence. Maybe that was because all she could think about at the moment was getting her turn with me. After all, she had talked about reclaiming me more than once as we planned this out. I felt sure that her motives were honest -- I wasn't worried anymore about her wanting me to fuck Roni to absolve her own guilt of cheating on me previously, and I felt sure she wasn't setting me up so that she could be granted a turn at fucking some other man. So did watching me once with someone else fulfill all the desires she had, and that was it? Or did she want it to happen again?

I sat at my desk and turned my computer on. The weekly reports in my division had already started coming in, but I had no desire to work on them. I couldn't help but think of Roni's spectacular nipples -- those dark buds, standing tall and firm off her petite breasts. My cock surged as I thought of her eyes looking up at me as she seemed to swallow my cock whole in her mouth. My pulse picked up tempo as I replayed the scene watching Roni cum as I savagely assaulted her pussy. And as I thought of her calling for me to fuck her harder once my cock was in her pussy, I realized that for the next few minutes, the bulge underneath my dress slacks meant I wasn't going anywhere.

Somehow, I put the images and sounds and memories of yesterday into the back of my mind and got to work. I found if I stayed focused on the reports in front of me, I could concentrate enough that the sexual antics stayed away. I was doing well until my phone chirped for an incoming text about 9:30. I smiled, figuring it was Kim, who had been to work for about 30 minutes by now. But I was wrong -- it was the other woman I fucked yesterday.

I didn't even remember she had my phone number. In fact, the last text I had sent to her was checking on her a few weeks after her divorce two years ago. She must have remembered, because now she was sending me a message of my own.

"Hey, big stud -- that was amazing yesterday! Thanks for making me feel like a wanted woman! I hope Kim lets us do it again!"

My cock got hard again. I guess that answered one of my thoughts from my drive to work earlier. She obviously enjoyed yesterday, and wanted to do it again. It was such an unusual feeling to me, having a second woman that desired to have sex with me after being with only my wife for so many years. I knew Kim held the answer as to whether or not Roni and I would get together again, but if it was up to me, I was ready to do it again right now...or maybe after some of the soreness went away.

I sent her a reply: "I'm ready -- I'd love to spend some more time with you, repeating what we have already done and doing new things. You are a sexy woman!"

I reached down and rubbed my turgid cock through my pants, stopping before I made a mess inside. Getting any work done now was going to be out of the question, at least for the moment, anyway. I decided if my morning was going to be interrupted by thoughts and texts of yesterday's antics, I might as well get Kim involved since we didn't talk this morning.

"Good morning, lover -- how are you feeling today after all of yesterday's activities?"

While I waited for her to reply, I replayed some of the fun from yesterday -- the first initial nervous moments with Roni, where I told her to forget that Kim was watching and just concentrate on what we were doing; her eyes looking up at me with my cock deep in her mouth as I gave her my first load of the day; her reaction to the orgasm I created for her with my mouth; and the unreal scene of having Kim hold my cock and guide it into Roni's pussy as I fucked another woman for the first time in my life.

My phone chirped with Kim's reply: "Someone's big cock has made my ass sore this morning. But I loved everything about yesterday. Roni did too -- she's already asking for you again."

So those two were already texting each other. I wondered if it was Kim that suggested Roni text me, or if that was all Roni's doing on her own. Frankly it didn't matter -- it was sounding more like the probability of another fuck session with Roni was high. I decided to press Kim a little, to see what her thoughts about that happening were.

She texted me also. What do you think about that? Does the thought of she and I being together again make you excited?"

Her response was much quicker this time: "Hell yes it does! I have some ideas we will discuss after I get home from work tonight."

That text brought a smile to my face. Approved extra-marital sex with a sexy woman? Yes, please! Not just approved, but requested by my wife! What guy wouldn't say yes to a second time, and perhaps more? The hesitation seemed to be all gone -- all of the worry last week as Kim first sprung this on me was now a thing of the past. The only question to me that remained was this -- where would we end up going with this?

My phone chirped again with another message from Kim: "Are you hard? Touch yourself and tell me what you feel."

That was an easy reply: "It was hard with Roni's text earlier. Your texts are making it even more so."

I put the phone down and tried to compose myself -- I had never masturbated at work before, but it was becoming a real possibility if I didn't get things back under control. Fortunately I knew that Kim's usual morning break would be over by now, which means her texts should stop. It was time to quit thinking about yesterday, time for my cock to quit poking at the underside of my center desk drawer, and time to get back to work.

Usually on Mondays I go out for lunch, but since I was a little behind by this time, I decided to have a sandwich delivered. One of the national sub shop chains sends deliveries all throughout the downtown areas on bicycles, and the sandwich would be delivered to the lobby of your building. So I waited in the lobby with a few others who had also decided to have the same lunch delivered.

In about five minutes, we saw the bicyclist ride up with a box strapped on the back of her bike. She was a lovely young woman, perhaps about 5'6", with long auburn hair put up in a ponytail under her cap. I figured she was a college-aged student, perhaps working on her noon hour between classes, while getting her daily exercise. As she passed the sandwiches around to others waiting, she had a great smile and a happy personality. She was charming in every way.

Now I've noticed beautiful young women before -- I notice beautiful women of all ages, and my wife knows this, because we often talk about others we see when we are together. But today, I couldn't help look at the delivery girl without wondering about how good she was in bed. What was her favorite position? How long was it since she had sex? Did she have one partner, or did she also have friends with benefits?

I imagined myself fucking her in my bed, first in missionary style, with her hips raising up to meet my thrusts as her breasts gently jiggled when she moved, and then fucking her on her hands and knees, with me behind her pounding her pussy as I pulled her head back with her pony tail. My cock was having a field day, as it started to rise again with the image of this woman taking it deep. I was so into the mental image that when she came over to give me my sandwich, I almost didn't hear her. I quickly cleared my brain and took my sandwich as I handed her a $10 and a $5 and told her to keep the change. She smiled and said, "Thank you!" in her cheery manner, and now I had the sound of her voice to add to the images already flashing through my mind.

I headed back to my office in somewhat of a daze. I ate the sandwich, but I don't remember a single bite. Instead, I was trying to decide if fucking Roni yesterday opened me up to start looking at other women as potential fuck partners. I really wasn't okay with that, because it wasn't the way I had been during the 30 years of marriage to Kim. Had I just found a down side to sex with Roni? It was the only one so far, but it would not go away, even after I got back to work.

Somehow I was able to finish and head for home on time. I arrived home about an hour ahead of Kim, as usual, and changed clothes to prepare for the evening. I headed out back to do a little yard work in the beautiful spring weather, and noticed that we really hadn't cleaned up the deck after last night's meal -- which I guess was understandable since we were eager to begin the sexy part of our evening right after we ate. By the time the deck was presentable again and a few weeds were plucked out of the flower beds, Kim was pulling into the driveway.

I heard the front door open and close, and soon she was calling out, "Daniel, are you here? Where are you?" I yelled through the open patio doors, "I'm out back." She came straight out, and without saying hello, ran up and hugged and kissed me at the same time. This was not her usual way of greeting me when she got home from work, but the change was fine with me! When she stopped kissing and hugging, she looked up at me with a big smile and said, "I'm going to get into comfortable clothes. You wait here -- I have a confession to make to you!"

She went scampering off into the house. Confession? My mind immediately went into overdrive. Was this where she finally told me about the affair she'd been having? Or was she going to tell me about the man she had picked out for her turn to fuck someone else outside our marriage? I had made it pretty clear I wasn't interested in that, but how could I really argue if she had requested I do it for her?

She was still smiling when she returned, wearing a pair of athletic shorts and a simple t-shirt. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra, but until I heard about this confession, I wasn't going to get worked up sexually. She headed to the padded swing we have on the deck and patted the seat beside her, indicating she wanted me to join her. I warily joined her, waiting to hear what this confession was going to be.

I didn't have to wait long. She got her phone out of the pocket of her shorts and pulled up the picture gallery. Turning to me, she said, "Here's my confession. While you and Roni were fucking, I stopped fingering myself long enough to take a few pictures. I told Roni this morning that I have some and she wants to see them, but I wanted you to see them first."

She showed me what she had taken. Normally I don't enjoy looking at myself in any picture, naked or not. But seeing Roni and me together as we fucked was pretty exciting. I guess we really were paying attention each other if I hadn't noticed Kim with her phone out. All of the pictures were of the same angle since Kim hadn't left her chair, but she did get a couple that she had used her zoom feature, and those turned out nicely.

After she showed me the last picture, she said, "I have one more thing to show you -- look at this." The next item in her gallery was a short little video of Roni and me fucking. Seeing the motion was one thing, but hearing Roni moaning and yelling like she was added a completely different dimension. My cock got hard immediately as I watched the short clip of me pounding my cock into her beautiful pussy. When it finished, Kim replayed it, and I noticed that she was rubbing her shorts as she watched. She was still really excited about Roni and me together.

After we watched it a second time, I looked at her beaming face and said, "So is that the confession? That you took pictures and a video of Roni and me fucking?"

She looked coyly at me and said, "Well, that's one of them. The other is that when I was at work and looking at these pictures and watching the video...well here, I brought you something else." She reached into her other pocket and produced a wadded up ball of black lace material. I took them from her and saw that they were panties, and could feel that they were absolutely soaked.

I looked at Kim, who sheepishly smiled as she said, "I couldn't help it. Looking at these pictures and the video at work got me so horny and wet that I..." She hung her head in shame and continued, "I masturbated myself to orgasm today. I soaked these panties so much that I couldn't wear them the rest of the afternoon. I've never done that at work before! I feel terrible, yet at the same time I am so fucking amazed at how seeing these pictures and the video again worked me up to the point that I felt I needed to satisfy myself."

I was shocked at what I was hearing. Kim is no prude, but she would be about the last person I thought would masturbate at work! I felt excited to hear her tell about it, as I clung to her wet panties in my hand. Yet at the same time, in the back of my mind I couldn't help but think that perhaps a new person was being created right before my eyes -- one that was surely sexy and uninhibited, but not the Kim I had been married to for 30 years. And that frightened me for a moment, because it was something I never dreamed would happen.

So I guess I didn't need to ask her if she wanted Roni and I do get together again. Just as I was having those thoughts, she brought it up herself.

"So Daniel," she said, "Do you want to do it again? I hope so, because I'd like to think about a twist this time."

There was no way I was going to try and guess what the little twist was. Several potential scenarios came to mind, but I didn't dwell on any of them, because as I have discovered along this new path we seemed to be taking, nothing I could think about on my own was close to what was on her mind.

So I answered, "I already told Roni that I would like to -- which I imagine you already know, since I have a feeling the two of you are talking behind my back."

Kim giggled as she replied, "You're right, my dear -- I do already know about the text you and Roni shared this morning. I love it -- so much so that I've been thinking about this weekend already, and what I'd like to see you and Roni do...that is, if you want to. I know I'm kind of taking charge here and planning out your sexy time with her. But thinking about this weekend was part of why I ended up without panties on at work today."

I was right -- I did not know this woman anymore, and yet I was becoming less surprised every time I had that thought. It was just so crazy that this was her fantasy, for me to have sex with Roni so Kim could enjoy making her fantasy come true! I still didn't get it. But I was looking forward to getting Roni again, so I was eager to listen to what she had to say.

So I said, "Let's hear these plans -- I'm pretty sure I will find them acceptable, but I reserve the right to say know if there is a problem."

She nodded and said, "Fair enough. I want you to go to Roni's house Friday night, and do whatever you desire and then stay overnight with her and come back to me on Saturday morning."

I gave up. I thought maybe I might be able to predict what was going to happen, but this would have never entered my mind. I looked at her with my best puzzled look, and saw her grinning back to me. If there was ever sincerity displayed in a grin, this was it.

"Are you kidding me?" I exclaimed. "I thought this fantasy was for you. I thought seeing me with Roni -- or any other woman, for that matter -- was what you wanted out of this. If I spend the night there, how are you going to get your fantasy needs fulfilled?"