Stress Relief

[susurrus]

It was hypnotic, watching my wife make love to another woman. The situation was made even more amazing by the fact that I was fucking her while it happened.

I moved as Christie moved, not wanting to dislodge myself, but at one point she began to back up farther, I assumed to bury her face in Meghan's pussy, like the blond had done to her. However, suddenly she pulled forward, my cock sliding out of her and she flopped over beside Meghan.

Needless to say, I wasn't sure what was happening. Maybe she'd decided the girl/girl bit wasn't for her, maybe the situation had just gotten overwhelming. I couldn't be sure. One thing I did know: I certainly wasn't going to complain about the view...

When Christie reached for me, I figured she wanted to pull me back inside her. Meghan just laid there a few seconds, eyes closed. When she opened them again, she gave me a glance, then her head turned to look at my wife.

Somehow, I knew the women were communicating, even though not a word was being said. Christie kept gently pulling my cock, guiding me where she wanted me to go. However, instead of guidng me between her own legs, she was pointing me toward Meghan!

I gave a glance to my wife, but her gaze was locked on my cock and Meghan's pussy. Meghan's eyes wouldn't leave Christie's face. Before long, my wife was rubbing the head of my cock between the slick lips of another woman's sex. More silent communication passed between them, and Meghan nodded, ever so slightly.

Christie rubbed me up and down Meghan a few more times, then looked up at me, eyes wide, a pleading look in her eyes. Still nothing was said, but I tried my best to give an "Are you sure?" look, not wanting to break the silence. For some reason, it felt like this whole thing could only happen if no words were said.

In response to my questioning gaze, Christie's eyes got a little bigger and her lower lip disappeared beneath her teeth on the one side. It was all the approval I needed.

Carefully removing my wife's hand from my cock - I was resting comfortably against Meghan's wet slit, I wasn't going anywhere - I gently raised it to my lips and pressed a kiss into her palm. It was warm, damp and smelled and tasted like us.

Lowering Christie's hand once again, I let her line me up and I watched my cock head disappear inside Meghan's beautiful, amazing pussy...

 

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Christie watched Meghan's soft gasp, her hips rising to welcome Matt's penetrating sex organ. Christie knew full well how pleasantly filling it was, and her own vaginal canal twitched in sympathy. Christie stroked Meghan's lithe body with her fingertips, occasionally running her palms over Meghan's sensitive nipples. Matt obviously was wanting the moment to last, because he was moving as slowly as he had been in Christie.

As Christie continued to watch Meghan's enjoyment, she continued one of her long strokes down the blonde's body to start lightly touching her clitoris. Meghan gasped again, her eyelids fluttering in pleasure and her legs drawing up to both draw Matt further in and capture Christie's hand. This increased the pressure, and Christie responded by rubbing the sensitive nub faster, often flicking it hard from side to side but mostly up and down to prolong the stimulation.

Christie propped herself up on her elbow to better watch Meghan's response to the combined sexual attention. Without intending to, she reached her head down and began tonguing the nipple closest to her, using just the tip to circle the base several times before flicking it. Meghan responded by arching her back, pushing the fleshy nub firther into Christie's mouth. Christie secured it between her lips, then flicked it harder and faster with her tongue.

Meghan began to pant, then to moan. Christie sucked her nipple farther into her mouth to lightly use her teeth to hold it in place while flicking her tongue still, which caused Meghan's body to begin spasming in orgasm.

 

[susurrus]

Oh my god. This was incredible. Never in a million years did I think I would have my cock in another woman. Not in ten billion years did I think my wife would be the one to guide me there. For several minutes, Christie just watched me stroke in and out of Meghan. Once in a while she'd look up at me and smile, but her gaze would always return to the place where the pretty blond and I met.

There was no way I wanted this to end too soon. It was the first, and quite possibly only time I'd ever get the opportunity to fuck another woman. I wanted it to last, so I fought the urge to just go to town and just kept up the same kind of pace I had with Christie.

After a while, Christie turned her attention back to Meghan. That was perfectly fine by me. I didn't want that part of the session to end too soon, either. As I've said before, Christie had never expressed any bisexual leanings in the past. The fact that she was taking that particular baton and running so hard with it was erotic beyond belief.

For a newb, Christie knew all the buttons. The old, "nobody does it better than..." bit, I guessed. Didn't make a damn bit of difference to me: as long as she kept playing.

Before too damn long, Christie had one of Meghan's nipples in her mouth and was bringing the blond to orgasm. I stopped fucking so I could get the full effect of Meghan's pussy clenching and releasing my cock as she came. When I started moving again, my cock made squishing noises because of how wet she got.

I found myself fucking a little faster now. I wasn't sure if Megan would cum again, but watching her, and watching my wife get her there, bumped me several notches higher on the "pending orgasm" scale.

Not stopping what I was doing down below, I leaned over and took Meghan's other nipple between my lips and sucked and nibbled...

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie was able to tell when Matt was getting close due to the increased rate and force of his thrusts into Meghan. In a sudden surge of inspiration, and without ceasing her oral ministrations to their new companion, Christie carefully slipped a finger into her alongside Matt's shaft. Careful not to scratch either of them, she worked it around to the ventral side of Meghan's canal and searched for the pad of spongy flesh. Finding it, she gave small "come here" movements with her finger. The resulting sensations caused Meghan to begin whimpering and her hips to writhe in pleasure.

Christie had masturbated before, both alone and for/with her husband. She knew the anatomy. She'd been present during vaginal examinations, and had performed pelvic exams a couple of times on laboring women. This time was far different however. This was strictly for pleasure, especially the pleasure of another woman, and it was much, much more erotic than Christie had ever imagined it would be.

When Matt leaned down to suckle Meghan's other breast, Christie sensed his presence more than saw it. The angle of his thrusts also changed, wedging her hand even tighter between the couple. On another surge of inspiration, Christie worked her free hand up the other woman's body, across her throat, then wrapped it in the blonde tresses and pulled firmly. Meghan responded sharply, her body tensing and a long, garbled yet pleased moan arising from her throat. Christie took the opportunity to hook her finger even more firmly against the other woman's g-spot, as well as pulled more aggressively with her teeth on the entrapped nipple. Meghan began to cum immediately, her moans and cries of pleasure emanating from her very soul it seemed.

 

[susurrus]

I could feel Christie's trapped hand working Meghan's pussy harder and deeper when I bent over to taste a nipple. My thrusts helped to make my wife's activity between the blond's legs that much more intense. From the sounds Meghan made, Christie must have been working her G-spot. They were the same kinds of sounds Christie makes when she digs in deep.

From the reading I'd done on the subject, I wondered if Meghan would squirt from having her G-spot massaged, but I couldn't be 100 percent sure that's the treatment she was receiving.

However, this time, when Meghan came, I felt a gush of warmth over my crotch and down my balls. Oh yeah, all the other accompaniments came with it, but her vocalizations were much deeper, as if they came from the very ground instead of within her.

My Christie had just made another woman squirt, and like the little girl in the old "Shake & Bake" ad: "And I helped."

Well, fuck, these girls were cumming right and left, and here I was, still holding back for number one... well, of this encounter, anyway. Straightening myself back up, I started to fuck Meghan for real.

Placing a hand on my wife's hip, when she looked up at me, I mouthed, "I love you," as I began fucking Meghan looking for an orgasm of my own...

 

[fnchristie81]

Matt slowed down a little through Meghan's orgasm, most likely because of how much she was moving. Christie's hand was tightly wedged between the couple, and several times she was jerked uncomfortably. She was amazed, and wondered if this was normal for Meghan, or if she herself moved this much during an orgasm.

Finally-and yet, all too soon-Meghan's body relaxed. Matt apparently took this as an indicator that it was his turn, even though the smaller blonde was mostly limp. Christie looked at her, concerned, until she noticed that her hips were rising up to meet Matt's thrusts still, with her legs wrapped around him and urging him in. Occasionally a small tremor would run through her body, and Christie wondered if she was experiencing "aftershocks".

Christie was able to work her hamd free, and switched from being more aggressive to once again tenderly running her fingers along Meghan's body that was being rocked by Matt's thrusts. Christie watched her breasts swaying out of sync with the thrusts, and the way they occasionally jiggled when the timing became too much before again following the movements of her body in a delayed fashion.

While never appreciating it nor really enjoying it, Christie had seen porn and knew Matt enjoyed it, even though he tried to keep it hidden from her. This was real, and being able to watch was an incredible experience. Christie continued to caress Meghan's body, feeling it moving alongside her own, while Matt continued to couple aggressively with her.

 

[susurrus]

Before long, I was fucking Meghan like I did when really getting into it with my wife... except she was beside the woman I was fucking!

Meghan wasn't too energetic at the moment, but I could feel little indicators that she wasn't down for the count. That was good, because I'm not into necrophilia, and could never understand a guy that could drug a woman just so he could have sex with her.

Christie continued caressing Meghan's body while I fucked her. Like I've mentioned: I think this encounter may have awakened some interests in my wife she hadn't previously realized she had. As long as she still wanted me, I didn't mind in the least.

I could feel my orgasm building. Wouldn't be long and I'd be cumming in a woman other than my wife for the first time since we were married...

 

[fnchristie81]

Meghan was beginning to be more responsive to the combined stimulation from the married couple. Her arm reached behind Christie's neck and pulled her in for another kiss, made slightly awkward from the way her body was being moved by Matt's efforts. Her other arm reached across to caress Christie's side, occasionally wandering across her naked breast. Frequent gasps and whimpers of pleasure into Christie's mouth made it all the more sunsuously passionate.

Christie splayed her own legs. Her lower stretched along the underside of Meghan's as it wrapped around Matt's back, her upper along the top side of Meghan's smooth thigh. Christie realized her clit had to be more erect and protruding than ever before when she felt the motion of her body grazing the sensitive nub, and she involuntary ground it against the curve of Meghan's glute.

This caused Christie to give a soft pleasure moan of her own into the kiss, her hand scraping up Meghan's body before cupping her face and drawing her deeper into the kiss.

 

[susurrus]

Holy fuck, everything these women did together was hot beyond belief. I think I might have understood polyamory for the first time, watching these two go at it while I got to take part, too.

Just watching them kiss was erotic. There was a sensuality to it that didn't seem to exist when a man was involved... even if you were that man!

While watching my wife and our new friend making out, my orgasm crashed over me.

I unloaded into Meghan's pussy with a bellow I was sure they could hear in the lobby, seven floors down. It was the first time since college I'd cum in a woman that wasn't Christie. This whole scenario was so mind-blowing, it made my climax several notches more intense...

 

[fnchristie81]

Feeling and hearing Matt as he reached his own orgasm, Christie stilled even as Meghan was continuing to kiss her and caress her face. Meghan gave a soft laugh into her mouth, but all of a sudden Christie was in turmoil.

Her husband had just inseminated another woman. Right in front of her. Granted, it had happened with her being an active participant, and even encouraging, but implications and recriminations flooded Christie's mind.

As gently as she could, Christie began to disentangle herself from Meghan. Outwardly, she was still smiling and laughing at what had happened, but inside the thrill was gone. What had they done?

Then she remembered her promise to her husband, that she would do whatever he wanted. Trying to appear relaxed, she sat on the edge of the bed from which she had just arisen, still nude. Meghan lay spawled, and Christie was able to see clinical fascination a small stream of sexual fluids leaking from Meghan's well-manicured slit.

Partly keeping up the playful facade and partly out of the curiosity that was beginning to return, she tried to teasingly run her hand along Meghan's bare thigh and across the liquid emanating from her, then looked Meghan in the eye as she licked it off her fingers.

Meghan smiled at her. "Do you like it?" she asked somewhat teasingly. Christie was somewhat reluctant to admit that she did, although she continued to try and play up being fun and flirtatious. What she really wanted was to get home and hide from everyone, but she didn't know what else Matt might have had in store for them.

With Matt sprawled alongside, Meghan continued to bask in her post-copulatory enjoyment, reaching to touch both Christie and Matt frequently. At Meghan's encouragement, Christie retrieved both women's phones and they exchanged numbers, then took a couple of selfies of the three of them. All of which made Christie cringe and whimper inside.

 

[susurrus]

When I finally recovered from my orgasm, I eventually pulled out of Meghan.

Once I was out, I noticed a change in Christie. It was subtle, and she hid it very well, but after so many years, even a guy like me learns at least a few ways to read his wife, even if most if the time, her behavior's a mystery.

She continued to touch the blond's body, but it didn't seem like there was nearly as much passionate abandon as there had been previously. I watched as she ran her fingers through the semen that leaked from Meghan's hole, then looked at that as if she was seeing it for the first time.

Meghan must have not read Christie the way I was, because her attitude hadn't changed. My wife still acted all playful and full of cheer, but I had noticed that after I came, Meghan was doing all the kissing.

When Meghan suggested exchanging phone numbers, Christie agreed with a hearty smile and got up to retrieve both our phones and got that info then took some pictures of all three of us together.

I detected a stiffness in Christie as those pics were snapped, and I turned to Meghan and asked her: "Do you mind if Christie and I have a minute to talk?"

Meghan merely said, "Not at all."

With that, I led my wife into the bathroom and shut the door.

Christie's demeanor changed entirely once that door was closed. It looked like the air had been let out of her. She wouldn't look me in the eye.

After a couple seconds, I took a finger and placed it under her chin. Lifting her face so I could see it, I asked, earnestly:

"You okay? Please, tell me the truth."

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie hung her head again, and cuddled in to Matt.

"I don't know," she said in a defeated tone. "I guess I didn't think anything through and just went with the flow of what I thought would be fun. And now I'm thinking of all the possible problems that might come from it."

 

[susurrus]

I wrapped my arms around my wife and just held her for a minute or so, not saying a word.

What I wanted to say was that she could have called it off at any time, but that would have been far more accusatory than Christie needed to hear at that moment. I had looked to her for approval before I entered the blond, and had received it. Up until I came...

"I'm sorry. I was pretty wrapped up in the excitement of the moment, too.

"Do you think we ought to find out what Meghan thinks? Maybe she can help ease your mind, because I can try and try, but this isn't about just us right now."

I gently ran my hand through my wife's hair until she looked up again.

"You want to talk with Meghan?" I asked, an earnest look I truly felt on my face.

 

[fnchristie81]

"If you want..." Christie offered. She was still willing to do what Matt wanted, but she was in desperate need of time alone to process.

 

[susurrus]

I sensed a hesitation in Christie's voice when she agreed to talk with Meghan. Well, she didn't exactly agree, but laid it on me: if I wanted to. However, we couldn't stay in the bathroom forever, and the time had run out on the room I'd rented for us, so we'd have to emerge eventually.

So, for a few more minutes, we stayed in the bathroom, my arms around my Christie, her face buried in my shoulder.

Then it dawned on me: Christie hadn't had a chance to clean up after the lobby adventure, before the Meghan one had started.

Considering everything else that we'd done, I didn't figure Meghan would deny us use of the shower, so gently pulled Christie in - it was a really big shower for a hotel, all three of us could have fit very easily... but I wasn't even going to suggest that, it was just an observation - and started the water.

I took my time, taking great care to make sure Christie was pampered while I got the afternoon's remnants cleaned off her. I massaged her scalp, shoullders - a ton of tension there - and tried to relax her as much as I could. Our adventures for the day were over, I knew that. It was okay. It'd been an enormous day already. That might have been one of the reasons Christie was so thunderstruck. In any event I knew her philosophy regarding much of this was "Whatever Matt wants," but I couldn't help but feel like she actually wanted to do a lot of this, at least after she'd gotten going.

In any event, right now, she needed time. I also realized I needed to make sure she knew that, no matter what happened, no matter we did, I loved her and she was always coming home with me, and I was always coming home with her...

 

[fnchristie81]

Once again, Matt either didn't perceive her need for space or ignored it. Instead, he led her to the shower and again took great care in washing her. He made sure to get all the residue from the day's events from her, frequently holding her through all of it.

She couldn't stop her mind from churning. She was forced to admit to herself that she'd enjoyed all of it, in spite of herself. It wasn't until her mind came back to the ramifications that she lost the enjoyment factor. She thought about either or both of them getting diseases, she thought about her or one of their "playmates" getting pregnant, she thought about one or the other of them losing feelings for the other and leaving, she thought about getting caught and losing respect in their circles....

And then she circled back to how much she had enjoyed so far. She knew she was making Matt happy, especially when she was nearly nude in public and when he got to have sex with someone else for the first time other than her. She was fairly certain that this was his first time doing so since they'd been married, but that thought was immediately chased by more doubt. What if it wasn't his first time, and this was to either assuage his guilt, or mold her into some idealized version of her that he'd found in someone else, or something to drive her away?

She wore herself out from the thinking, and by the time Matt had decided she was clean enough, she was barely able to stand. Matt wrapped her in a towel and took care drying her, then practically carried her back out to the room. Meghan had donned a robe and had it loosely tied, and was casually reclined across some pillows at the head of the bed, one leg splayed wide and the robe barely covering her treasures. Christie had to admit that she made for a very seductive picture, even as part of her was revolted at how casual she appeared about the whole situation.

Meghan began to smile at the couple, then realized that the situation had changed. Slowly she straightened her robe and position, then slid off the bed and came to them.

"I'm sorry if I crossed some lines," she said. She looked concerned and saddened, and Christie of course felt for her. She reached for the blonde's hand to squeeze it reassuringly.

"I just need some time to process," she said finally. Meghan gave a brief but sad smile, then along with Matt helped Christie to a chair. She gathered up Christie's clothes and brought them to her. Christie felt suddenly shy about getting dressed in front of her, considering what had happened between all of them already, but finally slipped her t-shirt on over the damp towel, then pulled the towel from underneath and pulled her shorts up and under her top.

 

[susurrus]

Christie didn't say a word through any of it. I could tell there was an incredible dilemma brewing in her mind. I had a real good idea what she was trying to work out.

I got her cleaned up and dried off , then wrapped her in a towel before drying myself.

Before we went back out to where I was sure Meghan was still waiting, I turned Christie to me and lifted her chin so I could see her face.

"I can guess at least some of what's eating at you right now. Let me preface anything else by telling you I love you, and no matter what has happened today, you're coming home with me and I'm coming home with you. That hasn't changed, that will never change. Even though there are situations - like the thing at the front desk earlier - that you might have to face alone, I plan to always be there to help bail you out if things start to get hairy. It's one of the reasons, even though they seem to have sufficient bouncers there, that I want to offer my services should you decide to try a turn at working at the lingerie store. When in such situations, I'd rather not let you out of my sight, if I can help it. Meghan seemed safe, which is why I left you with her when I went to retrieve out stuff. If that was a mistake on my part, I wholeheartedly apologize.

"And in case some of what's bothering you is this: that is the first time since we met that I have had any kind of sexual relations with anyone but you.

"I imagine some of your other concerns are medical. Considering, that's understandable. However, the only person who can shed any light there is outside this room.

"Do you feel up to going out and talking with her?"

Christie just looked up at me. I had to take that as a "yes." We couldn't stay in the bathroom till Christie sorted her mind out. There was no way to tell how long that might be. She had to had an ocean of conflicting thoughts going through her.

In the main room, Meghan lounged on the bed in a comfortable position that said she was up for another round if we were. However, when she saw Christie, she straightened herself up, covering the bits she displayed in the hope of more fun.

She slid off the bed and came to us. A hand went to my arm, the other Christie's.

"Sorry if I went too far," she apologized, her look genuine.

Christie told her she needed some time to figure out how she felt about it all and gave her hand a squeeze. It was the first thing she'd said in quite a while. She sounded tired. It was a far different energy in the room than the one that'd been there when I stepped in.

I let Meghan help me help my wife to a chair, then she picked up Christie's clothes - in this setting, they seemed far too few.

While Christie dressed, Meghan explained, "As a nurse, probably one of your questions is: 'Is she safe?'

"My man and I are swingers. Because of that we have regular checkups, more often than your run-of-the-mill annual. I'm clean. Being a nurse myself, I wouldn't have started anything if I thought I could have infected either of you.

"As far as pregnancy, it's a sad little story, but I had an accident when I was nine. I'll never have children.

"As to the possibility of you two giving me anything, for the same reason I just mentioned, I didn't think you'd have continued if there was any chance of that.

"Oh, and Matt?" she turned to me. Up until this time, she'd been speaking primarily to Christie. "Just to let you know: my Eric is just as bi as I am, and I guarantee: he would love you."

By this time, my wife was dressed. The thong she had worn earlier was still soaked , so she hadn't put it back on. Instead, she just draped it over the back of another chair. A trophy for Meghan, I guessed.

I'd grabbed my clothes and put them on while Meghan spoke. I was a little rattled at what she'd just told me about her man. It gave me something to contemplate, too.

It was time to go. Meghan knew it, too. She helped Christie to her feet and gave her a hug. For a second, Christie was tense, but that eased a little and she finally returned it. Had the mood been different, I was sure they'd have kissed, but this wasn't the time.

Meghan then hugged me, and as we started toward the door, she said, "I hope you don't think it's inappropriate to say thank you. You're both lovely people, and if you ever find yourselves around XXXXXX, Eric and I would love to have you for dinner. I'm talking about food, mind you," she laughed lightly.

Christie was still being pretty quiet, so I returned the thanks, if a little sheepishly, then gently ushered Christie out the door.

Fortunately, the young smartass was gone from the lobby, and a rotund older woman stood at the desk, so all we got was a "Come back soon," on thecway back to our car.

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie only half listened to part of the exchanges between her husband and Meghan, but did pay close attention to her reassurances about being "safe". The increased amount of checkups was something that she'd have to look into further, although the thought of bringing up such a thing to her doctor was even more humiliating than anything she had gone through so far.

She was as surprised as Matt looked when Meghan brought up her husband, as well as the fact that he was bisexual and participated like she had. She had a brief wonder at what it would be like to be taken by another man, then an even bigger surge of curiosity over seeing two men together.

When the conversation was finally over, she had recovered enough to need only a little assistance in walking, although Meghan made sure to give her an affectionate hug on the way out. Christie was surprised more than anything, not really knowing any departure etiquette after something like they'd just done, but finally returned the hug. Meghan closed by inviting them to dinner if they were ever in town, and Christie had a flash of recollection that Matt would be travelling there for work in just a few weeks. That thought brought a surge of thrill and dread, again making her quiet and contemplative as the couple made their exit.

Christie got the impression that Meghan stood in the door of her room watching them as they left, and was still surprised at her self-confidence at standing in the doorway to her hotel room wearing so little.

The desk clerks appeared to have at least changed shifts, for which Christie was thankful. She wasn't sure if she was up to being seen by a witness to her earlier humiliation, and even was able to mutter a soft "thank you" to the older-appearing woman now attending the desk. Suddenly she was struck with humor at the double entendre of "come again", although her mental exhaustion covered her flash of mirth.

Matt of course, helped her into the car, and provided peace as he drove. Christie just watched out the window, her head resting against the B post, her thoughts eventually easing and becoming more peaceful.

 

[susurrus]

We'd have to talk about it eventually, but Christie was throwing of some mighty heavy "not right now" vibes, so I left her to her thoughts while we made the way back home in silence.

The bombshell Meghan dropped on me had my own thoughts racing. I mean, I knew guys did it together... I'm in no way a homophobe, but I never really thought about sex with another man. Of course, Christie had never considered sex with another woman until she did it.

Fuck...

I knew this one would be on my mind a while.

And Meghan and Eric lived in the same city my home office was in, that I needed to go to in a week or so. Talk about coincidence. Well, one thing was sure: if Christie wasn't with me, I sure as hell wasn't going to meet with them, even for a nice, safe drink in a well-lighted, public place.

I'd read about swinging before. Morbid curiosity moreso than any fantasy or expectation. I believe the term is "hall pass" or something along that line, where the one partner gives the other permission to have some fun without them, should the opportunity arise. That was likely how Meghan was able to do what she did with us: Eric must have given her the "hall pass" before she left, probably with the requirement she tell him all about it as soon as possible - preferably while riding his cock, no doubt. Hell, two minutes after we left, she probably got on the phone with him to tell him about us. The thought was both thrilling and terrifying.

The ride home seemed longer than normal, but eventually, we pulled into the drive and the garage door closed behind us.

As I got out of the car, my mind flashed to the mad sex Christie and I had had right there so recently. That wasn't happening this time. No, sir. It was okay, though: while certain observations were entering my mind, sex wasn't at the top of my list at the moment. Getting my wife settled where she could straighten out the tangle of her thoughts was foremost.

Then, we'd talk...

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie awoke as they pulled into their driveway without noticing she'd drifted asleep. Her mind also flashed to what had transpired there so recently, and she again felt stirrings of desire.

The brief nap had both calmed and revived her. She knew that she and Matt needed to talk and set up some ground rules, but after hearing the conversation with Meghan realized that there people with whom she could speak. It would likely lead to some embarrassment, but that was safer than alternatives.

She also had decided to trust Matt. He had been a steady, consistent presence through most of her adult life, supporting her many career moves despite those misgivings, along with many more uncertainties she'd foistered upon him. And his advice and opinions had almost never lead her wrong, and almost never beyond a slight misdirection. Yes, Matt was as trustworthy and steadfast as he could be.

 

[susurrus]

Christie hadn't moved when we pulled in, and I had a sudden flash of fear. I wasn't sure what could have happened, but it had been a really, REALLY intense day. Hurrying over to the passenger side of the car, I was about to carefully open the door to see if she was okay when her eyes slowly opened.

Relief flooded through me as she blinked a couple times as she realized she was still in the car.

Since I was already there, I opened the door and helped Christie to her feet. A sudden impulse made me pull her in tight and hug her.

"You had me worried. You've never slept that soundly in the car before. I thought something was wrong."

 

[fnchristie81]

"Sorry," Christie laughed, snuggling in to her husband. "I guess I kind of got worn out." Hearing Matt reaffirm that he was planning on being true to her unless she brought him in to what she was doing, along with the time to process before she'd fallen asleep, had made her again mostly comfortable with going along with whatever Matt desired for her to do.

Reaching up, she cupped his cheek and drew his head down for a tender kiss. "I guess everything just came on too fast today, then overwhelmed me," she told him. "Now that you've reassured and given me a little time, I think I'm ok." She smiled at him. "Maybe we can space out some of our new experiences a little more though, so I can have some time to adjust."

She thought back on everything he'd encouraged her to do, and realized she really had enjoyed it all,even through the anxiety and humiliation. Even playing with Meghan, and she realized with a start that she was disappointed at losing the opportunity to actually taste the blonde vixen. That caused her mind to jump to what the other woman had said about she and her husband were "swingers", whatever that meant. Apparently it had something to do with being intimate with others not their spouse, from the context in which it had been said.

She cuddled deeper into Matt's embrace, resolving to look into the topic further.

 

[susurrus]

I was glad Christie sounded better, calmer. The way she'd been earlier had scared me. She'd gone from having fun and playing along to tense and borderline freaked out.

I realized I hadn't apologized for fucking Meghan, but I didn't really think I'd done anything wrong. It had been Christie's idea, and I made sure that she was serious before I did any penetrating. I'd gone with the flow of the encounter, as she had. It was a pretty good bet she hadn't expected to react like she did, either.

Of course, the whole thing did give me something to think about, too. If we ever met with Meghan again, chances were good this Eric person would be a part of it, too. Could I handle that? I'm not even talking the bi thing. For some reason, I thought if Christie wanted me to do that, I would. She'd done so much for me already, my backing out on broadening my own horizons felt kind of hypocritical.

No, where my biggest question mark loomed was: how would I take another man fucking my Christie? Could I handle it? I didn't know, and wouldn't until it came up. When I proposed this whole deal, I hadn't in a million years imagined I'd be contemplating sharing my wife with anyone, male or female, and yet, look what had happened, with no planning whatsoever...

I kissed the top of her head. "Yeah, it was a big day alright. Crazy how stuff can take off like a runaway train when you least expect it. I mean, it was fun. Hell, it was way beyond that, but I'm sorry it caused you such angst at the end."

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie looked up at Matt, her eyes pleading with him to believe her.

"I had fun today too. I really did. And if you want me to do more, I'll do more. I think we should have just spaced things out a little more, instead of going from one to another like we had." Suddenly she remembered what she'd wanted to do earlier, and realized that by falling asleep she'd have to run back out if she still wanted Matt to do it. "Right now seems like a good enough time, and we can try something new tonight if you want. I've just got to run an errand on my own first."

At Matt's surprised yet contemplative acquiescence, Christie gave him a peck on the lips, then deepened it into a kiss full of promise. Gathering her keys, she debated throwing on a change of clothes, but determined that what she had on was sufficient. Or equally appropriately, going out with what she didn't have on wasn't really that big of a deal.

Gathering the keys to her car, she drove to the nearest drug store. There, she picked up the few things she needed, then returned home. She went straight to the bathroom and prepared the enema she'd bought and used it several times. She knew from conversations with other women that guys loved the idea of anal sex, and quite a few of those women she'd listened to either enjoyed it or at least didn't mind it. It was something that she and Matt teased each other about but had never really been serious about trying, but she wanted to at least offer it to him. The nurse side of her brain couldn't shut off far enough for some of the unpleasantries that might result from such a deed though, hence her personal desire for the cleansing. She also washed up a bit again, just in case. When she was finally ready, she found Matt watching TV in the den, the bottle of lubricant hidden from his view for the time being. She sat on his lap and put the bottle behind the seat cushion as she did, then kissed him in a way designed to get him aroused once more.

 

[susurrus]

Christie's admission that she'd enjoyed herself was a relief. I was afraid after her reaction earlier that she'd say: "Never again." If that would have been a line she'd drawn, I'd have honored it.

Part of my responsibility - a big part, actually - in this was to keep Christie safe. That included mentally as well as physically. I didn't want to put her in a situation she couldn't handle. So far, she'd done well beyond any of my expectations. Hell, originally my thought was that I could get more blowjobs out of the situation, maybe have more sex. What had happened today was light years past anything I could have dreamed up. The fact that it happened so organically helped it happen.

I wasn't sure if I wanted to pursue the Meghan angle anymore - or at least not for a while. Yes, I was going to be where she lived, but I wasn't going to meet her - in any setting - without Christie being with me. We weren't swingers... at least not yet. Today's adventure aside, we weren't quite ready to take that plunge. A lot more discussion and soul-searching had to happen before either of us would be comfortable with that particular label.

Anyhow, suddenly Christie had a burst of energy, as if she'd just remembered something. Something important. She mentioned, "Something new, if I was up for it."

My response was: "Baby, if you want to try it, I'm all for it."

This brought a smile to Christie's face. It was good to see after the look she'd worn earlier. She grabbed her keys, license and money, then headed for the door, stopping to give me a goodbye kiss. What started out as a perfunctory peck turned into something far more passionate. It said there was a cherry on top of what had already been a momentous day, all I had to do was be patient.

While Christie was gone, I took the bag with the stuff from the lingerie shop and put it away. As I did, the memory of what she'd looked like modeling it for me - and everybody else in the place - entered my mind. The thought started making me hard. Oh yes, she'd take a shot at working there, even if it was only once. She seemed flattered and intrigued by the idea, so that was a plus.

Tucking the extra panties in her drawer, I dug through the rest of them and stuffed over three-quarters into the bag, along with all but a couple of her bras. Then, I tied the bag and stashed it in the back of the closet.

I heard Christie get home while I was watching television. She didn't come looking for me right away, but her promising kiss aside, I was prepared to give her some space if she wanted it. She'd come to me when she was ready to.

Probably a half hour later, she emerged from wherever she was and sat in my lap. It'd been quite a while since she'd done that, so I knew something was up, something I was probably going to like. The way she kissed me told me that, at least for the moment, she was over whatever demons had assailed her back at the hotel. She wanted to play some more. I sure as fuck wasn't going to say no. My cock started paying attention almost immediately.

When we finally came up for air, I said, "Glad you're back. I mean that in several senses of the term. Did you get your errand taken care of? I got your new outfits put away, and sorted through most of your underwear drawer for you. There isn't a lot left."