Lydia

One: Gary

It is an old story. Perhaps you've heard it, perhaps not. The way Herodotus tells it, Candaules, the King of Lydia, invited his bodyguard, Gyges, to sneak into his bedroom and watch the king with his wife. Herodotus said it was so that Gyges could see how beautiful she was, but I suspect it was to watch the king have sex with the queen. Things ended badly for Candaules. The queen saw Gyges spying on them and told him that he had to kill the King and assume the throne of Lydia or die. Having no choice, he did just that. Of course, if the queen was everything the king said she was, I'm sure it didn't take much to convince Gyges.

I tell this story because I am living a version of it. Except Gyges never had to see Candaules again, and lived happily ever after with the queen. I am sitting at a bar five years later with my Candaules, a guy who thinks himself king, while my wife, we'll call her Lydia for the sake of this story, is out shopping with some of her girlfriends.

Here is what happened. The three of us were in law school together. Lydia and Charles, the Candaules in this story, were a couple. Lydia and I were study buddies. I spent countless hours sitting across from Lydia in the library, doing our research, quizzing each other, and debating the readings. She says that I pulled her through law school. I think we both helped each other. She is smart and beautiful, everything I could ever want in a woman.

So, yeah, I was smitten. However, Lydia was taken. Sunday nights, when we would meet up in our back corner of the library to prepare for classes, she would tell me an abbreviated version of her weekend, about the parties and the drinking, about falling into bed with Charles late at night. I would picture her in my mind laughing with friends. I would picture her in bed with Charles. Whenever I asked her why she didn't study with Charles, she said it just wouldn't work. "We'd end up naked, having sex, and never get anything done." Sitting across from her in a dark library, I could not get that vision out of my head either.

She wasn't mean about it. She tried to include me in her social circle and would invite me to join her friends when they went out. Whenever I would meet her friends, I felt uncomfortable and could never think of anything to say. It just wasn't my thing. She would also try to set me up with some of her girlfriends. That never worked out. They just weren't Lydia. It was easier for me to spend my weekend catching up on the readings and doing my research. Who needs a social life?

Then, at the end of our last semester, my Gyges moment happened. Lydia and Charles were going away for the weekend. Charles had rented a house on the shore. Saturday morning, I got a text from Lydia that they had a fight and could I please come get her. She texted the address and nothing more. My responses went unanswered. So I drove the ninety minutes out to the beach to pick her up.

When I got to the house, there was no sign of anyone: no party, no friends, no Lydia, and no Charles. The door was open, so I went in. I heard some sounds from the back of the house and set out in that direction. What I found was Lydia and Charles naked on a big bed. She was on her hands and knees and he was behind her, fucking her with everything he had. She was moaning as if it were the best thing ever. It was better than all those visions I'd had over the past year, like something out of a porn clip.

I must have gasped or made some noise when I saw them, because Lydia looked up, saw me, and yelped. Charles just burst out laughing. She jumped off the bed, grabbing a sheet to wrap herself in. "Gary, what are you doing here?" I tried to explain about the text message I had received.

That is when she turned on Charles, who must have sent the text from her phone. "You bastard, you think this is funny?" I have never seen her that angry either before or after. She lit into him with everything she had, calling him every name in the book, listing off every childish prank he had ever pulled on her, every embarrassing trick. Both of them were naked, and I just stood there watching them fight, unsure of what I should do.

She ended up grabbing her clothes and demanded I take her back to town. Charles begged her to stay, but it was over for them. He had pushed her too far this one last time.

We didn't hook up right away. I had to hear her go through the heartbreak of ending a two-year relationship. It turns out that Charles was similar to other boys she had dated in college and it always ended badly, usually with them fucking some cheerleader or something. Finally, it dawned on her that she needed to change her modus operandi and look for a different kind of guy, someone nice, who respected her and would treat her the way she deserved to be treated. Someone like me.

Two: Charles

In law school, Gary was like those jackals or hyenas or whatever that hung around a pack of lions, sniffing around, waiting for scraps. I told Lydia this one night in bed, and she said it was mean, but it made her giggle. After that, I would make a howling sound whenever she mentioned his name. Usually, she would throw something at me, but it always made her laugh.

If you ever see pictures or videos of lions in the wild, they seem to just ignore the hyenas until they get a little too close for comfort. Then they will roar and take a swipe at them, sending them scurrying away with yaps and whines. I suppose I should have just ignored Gary and not played that silly prank on him. It never occurred to me that she would break up with me over it. It certainly never occurred to me that she would end up married to him and they would be partners in one of the most significant lawsuits in the last six months.

After she left me, I fucked the three hottestt girls in our class, two of them at the same time, graduated, passed the bar, and got a job in one of the big law firms in the city. We represent some of the biggest companies in the country, helping them fend off pesky lawsuits. I'm on track to make partner before I'm thirty. In the last five years, I've had a few girlfriends, but nothing you would call significant. So yeah, Lydia was the one that got away.

Here I am at our five-year reunion from law school, and who walks in but these two? Lydia and Gary just won an eight-figure lawsuit against a medical supply company, which was, frankly, a long shot. Still, the company should have settled. What a fuck up. From everything I've heard, Lydia was hot shit in the courtroom, and had the jury in tears. The company and its lawyers never saw what hit them.

Gary looks good. He has filled out and is wearing a dark blue bespoke suit with a white, starched shirt, French cuffs, and gold cufflinks, paired with a red silk tie. They had hit it big and were flaunting it. I suspected Lydia had something to do with that. His hair is receding, but with his tortoise shell glasses, it just makes him look more serious. Lydia looks fantastic, all blonde hair, perky tits, and an ass to die for, but that was always the case. I don't think she has gained an ounce since I last saw her. She was always confident but now she carries herself with a take no shit attitude that radiates around the room.

She greets me with a peck on the cheek. "You remember Gary, don't you?" she says, knowing full well I wouldn't forget. I shake his hand and the three of us chit chat for about five minutes until she drags him off to talk to others. I can't help but undress her in my head as she walks away in that short silk sheath dress, stockings, and heels.

Three: Lydia

What is it with men and their egos? No matter how good they have it, they always want more. Whenever they think they have an edge, they have to make it sound ten times better. It used to piss me off. Now, it just amuses me. I'm making a career out of busting their bubbles. You see, whenever they get too full of themselves, they start to cut corners, make mistakes, get greedy, or overreach. Usually, people are hurt in the process. Taking them down a notch or two is both fun and profitable.

That lawsuit Charles mentioned was a big deal. We spent eight months of hard work putting it together. Gary and I put everything on the line. However, as I walked into the courtroom, I knew we had already won. Gary's research had uncovered some major fuck ups and some major cover ups. Yeah, they should have settled.

So here we are back at school, where it all started. We are here to network and also to brag a little. My tribe, the girls I hung out with in school, are excited to see me. Everyone has heard the news, and you would think they had won the case themselves. They want to hear all the details, and there are squeals and toasts as I slowly reveal each bump and each success along the way.

Gary comes in for a lot of praise. "He always was the smartest one in our class," Molly says.

"Hell yeah, he got Lydia," Rebecca responds. "That is pretty damn smart," and ordered another round of drinks.

Four: Gary

The last five years with Lydia have been a whirlwind. We graduated from law school, passed the bar, and signed up with two different law firms, a big firm for her and a small firm for me. Our relationship took the back seat to all of this. I think for both of us, it was just comforting to know we had each other for support and encouragement.

We got married three years ago. Lydia proposed to me over dinner at a little French bistro we both loved. I was shocked. We had been living together for the past eighteen months, but I didn't think she was ready for that type of commitment. When I hesitated, she said she thought I was going to make her get down on one knee. Of course, I said yes. Her parents threw us a big wedding, and we were off to Paris for our honeymoon.

Two years ago, she suggested that we leave our jobs and open our own practice. Again, I hesitated. She said she would leave first, open the firm, and then I could follow her. We spent six months planning it all out and helping her set up before I jumped ship. We have a couple of paralegals and an administrative assistant who hold everything together. It was scary and exciting and a lot of hard work.

Lydia is a fantastic lawyer. She knows how to craft a message and explain things to juries in ways that make the case. She can see through bullshit like no one I've ever known. Both my bullshit and the bullshit others toss around. I've learned the hard way to fess up quickly, and it has caused me, on more than one occasion, to question my motives.

I consider myself the luckiest man in the world. Every day, I am amazed that I am with this beautiful, smart, talented woman. She gets annoyed with me when she catches me staring at her, but I can't help myself.

Five: Charles

I lost track of Lydia and Gary at the reception last night and ended up on the balcony smoking cigars with some of the guys. "Fuck, did you see Lydia? She's smoking in that red dress." I took a sip of my Scotch. Turning to me, "Bet you wish you still had that, eh?" I smiled. "Bet you wish you'd ever had that." Chuckles all around. "I can't believe she is with whatshisname." I was relieved when the conversation moved on to mergers and then sports.

The next afternoon, after a couple of early meetings, I was headed for the hotel pub when I saw the two of them in the hotel lobby. Lydia was headed out with some of the women and gave Gary a peck on the cheek before being swept out the door.

"How about lunch? I want to hear about your big case." Gary turned and looked shocked to find me approaching him. He seemed to agree reluctantly. We parked ourselves at the end of the bar, and he gave me the rough outline of how things went down. Having spent most of my time defending corporate assholes, it was interesting to hear things from the other side, and the two of us got a bit into the weeds. It was obvious that he loved this stuff, digging up all the dirt and finding the vulnerable points.

We'd finished a bottle of wine with our petite fillets, and Gary was getting more verbose. "Lydia is the secret weapon. She knows when and where to stick the dagger in." I asked if the jury really wept, and he chuckled and nodded.

"She always knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to ask for it." I had ordered a couple of single malts and was swishing my glass around. That made Gary laugh.

"You can say that again. She was the one who proposed to me." I couldn't tell if he was blushing in the darkened bar.

"No shit. I would have locked her down as soon as we graduated. What took you so long?" I was genuinely curious.

That made Gary smile. "We were living together and just starting our careers. I figured we didn't need another thing to deal with. Why rock the boat?"

I chuckled. "Weren't you worried that she might find a better option? Someone might come along and sweep her off her feet." I ordered another round.

Gary shrugged. "I guess I just figured when the time was right. We have this pact. No secrets, no surprises." He took a big gulp of his drink. That was when his phone buzzed with an incoming text. He checked and responded, telling her he was in the pub.

Five minutes later, Lydia comes into the bar. She seems surprised to see me, but gives Gary another peck on the cheek. She looks stunning in a low-cut sundress that comes just below the knees, very fashionable with big flower prints, and her hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. I ask what she's drinking and order her a champagne cocktail. She said she had a few already.

We caught her up on our conversation so far. I said that Gary was filling me in on their big success. I could tell she was pleased about that. "He also told me he was playing hard to get. That you had to beg him to marry you." I chuckled.

"Hey, that's not what I said," Gary protested. I laughed and slapped his back while Lydia turned to glare at him. I could tell she didn't believe me, but she was also probably upset that I knew she proposed.

Six: Lydia

Gary was always interested in my past lovers, but he was a bit obsessed with Charles. Perhaps it was because he knew him, or perhaps it was because he had caught us together so many years ago. He said he wished I hadn't noticed his arrival so that he could have watched us longer.

As a lover, Gary is different from every other man I've been with. I swear he would spend hours between my legs, licking my pussy, if he could. I usually have two, sometimes three orgasms before I drag him up and mount his impressive cock. He has the self-control to hold off until I'm satisfied at least once more before he slams into me.

He is also a kinky pervert, always up for something new or risky. We've had sex in some crazy places - a church, a graveyard, a department store dressing room - and gotten caught more than once. We were banned from our local pub for six months for having sex in the women's room. The manager later told us we wouldn't have gotten into trouble if we had used the men's room instead. Who knew?

I've told him my secret fantasies, and he has told me his. Most of mine involve rough assholes who use me for sex, often without my consent. Yeah, I know, typical rape fantasies but that is what has done it for me since adolescence.

This plays into Gary's fantasies, seeing me used by rough guys. I swear a repairman can't enter our home without him sizing the guy up. Later at night, in bed, we will discuss the potential. "I'll bet he could have had you moaning in five minutes." For both of us, this is just a fantasy and sometimes a role-play, telling stories to get each other excited. It is a lot better than dating assholes.

So, yeah, seeing him in the pub with Charles, I knew exactly what was going through his head. This was his chance to get to know Charles a little better. They were sort of dancing around the whole topic of me. I could already hear Gary telling me how Charles was still hot for me, how much he still wanted to fuck me. It would make for a wild session back in our hotel room.

I also knew what Charles was thinking. I'd seen how he looked at me last night. The girls confirmed at lunch today that he couldn't take his eyes off me. I will admit that seeing him again brought back many memories, some good, some bad. I won't deny that I liked the attention. I remembered how often and how well we used to fuck. I also remembered how often he could be an asshole, not just to Gary, but also to me and others. He thought it was fun, but there always seemed to be an underlying meanness to it, like he had to put others down to prove himself.

Maybe I was a little tipsy, but standing there with both of them, I thought this could be fun. Sipping my drink, I moved a little closer to Charles and away from Gary. Charles picked up on my subtle hints right away, touching my arm and complimenting my looks. "You were always the hottest woman in school, but now..." Gary noticed as well, but said nothing. Still, I watched his eyes get a little wider when he saw Charles touch me.

When Charles made some reference to a crazy weekend of nonstop sex, I smiled and played along. "You know, everyone heard us that weekend. Rebecca reminded me about it again this afternoon."

"She is just jealous she wasn't the one moaning like that." Gary had gone quiet and was looking back and forth between Charles and me. "She probably liked it better when she caught us at that party and could watch."

"I know you liked that better. You were always such an exhibitionist." I knew Charles had fucked Rebecca after we broke up. Maybe he was just lining up the next score when he fucked me in front of her.

"Everybody had fun, eh? You were an exhibitionist as well. I swear you moaned louder and came harder when someone could hear you or watch you." Turning to Gary, Charles asked, "I'll bet that is still the case, eh?" Gary just smiled and looked at me, silently asking me how he should respond. This conversation had gone much further than either of us could have imagined. Gary was fidgeting, but I couldn't tell if he was embarrassed or excited. Maybe both. Charles seemed to be enjoying his discomfort, and he certainly was enjoying teasing me. I decided to call his bluff, or maybe call Gary's bluff.

"Your dick was always bigger than your brain, and your mouth was always bigger than your dick," I smirked.

"You never had any complaints about my dick," Charles said.

Seven: Gary

When Lydia took Charles' arm and led him out of the bar, I sat there stunned. Was she really doing this? I saw her lean in and whisper something in his ear. At the last minute, she turned and looked over her shoulder at me. "Are you coming?"

Riding in the glass elevator over the hotel atrium, anyone would have assumed they were the couple and I was along for the ride, which I suppose was true. Lydia was holding his arm, nuzzling his neck, biting his ear, like she couldn't wait to get to his room. I was standing there with my hands in my pockets, looking around to see who might have seen us, and trying not to be too obvious watching them.

Charles wasn't any better than she was. His hands were roaming over my wife's body like he owned her. At one point she squealed when he squeezed her ass and tried to pull up her dress, swatting his hand and giggling.

Once in the room, she tore herself away from Charles long enough to take charge. Charles had a nice suite of rooms, with a king-size bed, a sitting area with a couple of love seats, a bar area, and a huge bathroom with a glass-walled shower seen from the bedroom. Lydia led me to the couch and told me to sit there with my hands visible and not touching myself. Charles had moved to the bar and made a round of drinks.

Lydia and I took the drinks he offered, gin and tonics, and he toasted, "To fun and games." I knew this was their old toast from years ago.

Then Lydia did a little strip tease for the two of us, kicking off her shoes, pulling off her sundress, and then dropping her bra and panties. Charles stood there, holding his drink, watching her. I thought he looked a little stunned, like maybe he couldn't believe she was going through with this.

Once she was naked, she turned to him and moved in close, running her hands through his hair, over his cheek, kissing him, sliding her hand down his chest. He had taken off his jacket, and now she pulled off his tie. He was just smirking down at her. Her hands went to his belt, and she pulled it open, then pulled his zipper down. She smiled up at him as she slid down his body to kneel at his feet, pulling his cock out of his underwear. She didn't look at me once. It almost felt like she had forgotten I was there, sitting on the love seat, watching them.

He was semi-hard, more hard then not, and she began by planting little kisses on the head of his cock. I knew how that felt. She has this way of dragging out a blow job until I want to scream. Sometimes I do scream, sometimes I grab fistfuls of hair and shove my cock in her mouth roughly. Charles was savoring this, letting her do what she wanted. What she wanted was to stroke his cock, kiss his cock, reach underneath to suck his balls, play with him. His cock was reacting, getting fatter and pushing out proud and strong.

Finally, she took his cock in her mouth, swallowing as much as possible. I don't think his cock was as big as mine. She says she struggles to get all of my cock down her throat. She was making a show of struggling on his cock, drool running down her chin. His hands were in her hair, not forcing her to suck him but feeling her suck him, bobbing back and forth. I know how that feels as well. She will swirl her tongue around the shaft and tickle the head. I admired his control.

While she was doing this, he began removing his shirt. Then he reached down and picked her up by the arms and tossed her on the bed. She was splayed out like some offering, legs and arms spread wide, hair all askew. He quickly removed the rest of his clothes and then climbed onto the bed, moving up toward her on his hands and knees like some cat stalking his prey.

When he reached her, he wrapped his arms around her thighs and dipped his head toward her pussy. Lydia has the most amazing pussy. It is both tangy and sweet at the same time. I love licking her and feeling her react to my attention. Her juices will flow, she will grip my head with her thighs, and thrust herself up to get more contact from my mouth. When I finally start playing with her clit, she will thrash the bed as her orgasm builds. Then she will grab my head and grind me against her sensitive spots. Charles was doing this to her now. Soon, he had her moaning, almost screaming, as her whole body was shaking.

Sitting on the couch, watching her melt on his mouth was the most amazing and the most painful thing I have ever seen. I could feel my chest tighten and realized that I hadn't been breathing. For how long? Maybe since we entered the room, maybe since the bar. Now I was taking deep breaths, almost hyperventilating. I felt lightheaded, as if I were in a dream. I was moaning right along with her.

Charles pulled back and was grinning down at her, like he had just won a prize or won the most important case of his career. Slowly, she recovered herself, opened her eyes, and smiled back at him. She reached up and wrapped her arm around his neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss. That is when I noticed that his cock was poised right over her pussy. Her other hand reached down and stroked him, aiming him at her core. Not that he needed any guidance. He sank into her, into my wife, with one long stroke.

Lydia moaned, Charles moaned, and so did I. This was pure passion. They held that position for what felt like forever, him buried to the root inside her, before he slowly pulled back and began to fuck her. She lay there, taking him deep, while he did all the work. From my position on the couch at the foot of the bed, I could see him straining, the muscles on his arms and legs flexing with each thrust.

After a few minutes, he pulled out and grabbed her around the waist, flipping her over and pulling her up onto her hands and knees. In an instant, he was buried back inside her. Her mouth went slack, and she closed her eyes as he filled her from behind. This was the position I had seen them in so many years ago. She seemed to remember it as well. She opened her eyes and looked directly at me for the first time as he pounded her. I thought I detected a smile on her face before she was lost to the passion again as he pulled another climax from her.

Eight: Charles

In the bar, I wasn't sure what Lydia was up to. She matched every taunt and tease I threw at her and tossed a few back at me. I wasn't sure if she was doing that to excite me or Gary. After a while, I didn't care and decided to see how far this would go. It went a lot further than I ever could have imagined or hoped.

Lydia was never one to hide her passions. As I've said, if she wanted something, she wouldn't hesitate to go for it. Memories of the many times she grabbed me and dragged me someplace to fuck came flooding back. It seems that marriage had not banked those fires.

If it became clear what Lydia wanted, I had less understanding about what Gary was up to. I would never turn her over to some other guy, particularly not to someone with a history like we had. When she took my arm, I thought we were leaving him in the bar to stew, but then she whispered in my ear, "He is coming with us." Whatever. Maybe this is their game. I know she is an exhibitionist, so maybe he is a voyeur.

Sure enough, he followed along and made no objections when I was pawing her in the elevator. I actually felt sorry for him when she told him to sit on the couch and not say anything. Well, for only a minute. After that, I forgot he was there.

I said that Lydia was the one who got away, and over the years, I've thought about her a lot. No one else ever had the passions she had. Fucking her again, all of those memories came back. If anything, she was even better than I remember. We used to spend whole weekends in bed, so this was a pretty quick fuck by comparrison. The entire thing, from seeing her in the bar to filling her with my seed maybe lasted ninety minutes, but fuck she was hot.

Nine: Lydia

I never forgot Gary was there. Not for one second. I was doing this for him. Sure, it was fun fucking with Charles again. I mean that mentally as well as physically. I could see his desire in the bar and knew he would play along.

The real question was if Gary really wanted this. Over the years, we had discussed this sort of thing countless times. However, fantasy and role play are different from reality.

At first, Gary looked shocked, like he couldn't believe what I was doing. But then I saw the desire in his eyes. He picked up on what I was doing before Charles. Seeing that desire, knowing what it was doing to him, spurred me on.

There was a time before we were married when Gary and I were getting reckless. He pointed out that by challenging each other, we were pushing each other to go further and do more. When we were banned from the bar, he said that we needed to create some guardrails or we would end up arrested. That is not so good for young lawyers. That is when we agreed to a safe word and some other limits. Here, with Charles, he knew, and I knew, that he could stop this at any moment with one simple word. He didn't stop it.

As I lay slumped naked on the bed, feeling the deposit Charles had left in me oozing out, I looked over at Gary and smiled. He smiled back. Slowly, I got up and gathered my clothes, pulling on just my dress. I walked over and kissed my husband deeply and passionately. Then I took his hand and we headed for the door. When I glanced at Charles, he was standing there by the bed, looking crestfallen. What did he expect, that he could somehow win me back with a half decent fuck?

I knew that my real fucking was going to happen in about five minutes when Gary got me back to our room. It would last for hours and fuel our passions for a long time. Walking barefoot and ravaged through the hotel hallway, I couldn't help giggling. I felt like skipping, pulling him along to get to the main event even quicker. I looked at Gary, and he was smiling at me. Maybe he would punish me for being so bad. We had been doing that more lately. The occasional spanking or holding me down, forcing me to admit my transgressions, while he forced himself on me. All of it just made things better for us. We really were perfect for each other.