Tales of A Deviant Wife

From the first time I was in a relationship, I found it was only there so I could cheat. There is no part of me that thinks cheating is "good behavior," nor do I attempt to justify it in any way.

All of that being said, I've been married to Matt now for nearly 20 years, and I was loyal to him for the first 2 years. Beyond that, I've had a myriad of lovers, none of them meaningful or used as relationship replacements.

Matt has been a great partner and is also great in bed. I just need the rush of an affair at this point, just to fully be satisfied. And like I said, for the better part of the last 20 years, I've been able to keep Matt in the dark about my deviant ways with other men. That is till 2 weeks ago when Matt completely took me by surprise.

Looking in the mirror to straighten his tie, his eyes darted over his shoulder and looked at me. "Sara, does my tie look straight to you?" Matt said, nervous about our dinner date tonight. It was a business meeting and it was with his boss and his boss's wife. I could never remember their names.

"Babe, you look amazing and you're going to be great like always." As assuredly as I could. Then standing up next to him, I looked at us in the mirror. I had on a skin-tight silver dress that could fit my curves in a complementary way without being overly sexual. Plus, my hair was blown out and two shades redder. More importantly, I didn't look like one of those wives who tried too look younger than she was.

"Look at us. We're sexy as hell." He wore a navy blue suit that complemented his dark features and gray-blue eyes well. Flattening out a fold in his lapel. That got a smile out of him. He was clearly stressed; this was a new VP, and Matt really wanted to impress him. I was only in this for him; as far as I was concerned, I thought he should have been moved to that VP position a long time ago.

When we got to the restaurant, the VP and his wife were already seated, and they waved us back. She was a bit shorter than me, with dark hair and light blue eyes. Younger than both her own husband and myself. Which to me, meant that she gave a great blow job. He was shorter than Matt and stocky but not overweight by any meaning of the word. His brown hair was perfectly quaffed and moussed in place.

"Hey there, Jack," Matt reached out and shook his hand. "This is my lovely wife, Sara. We're excited to be doing this." He said as he pulled out my chair.

Without getting up, Jack nodded at my presence and introduced me to his wife, Sally. She and I shook hands and smiled, then sat down. After we ordered a round of cocktails, the boys were already talking shop.

It should be noted that if you're a wife at this time, you can either quietly sit with a smile on your face and not say much or you can interact with the other wife/wives should there be any present. Both were considered socially acceptable, both having their pros and cons.

"Hey Sally, do you come here often?" I winked right at her when I said that.

"Ha, yeah. I feel like Jack never stops having dinners like this. It can be a bit much." Sally looked down and picked at the fruit attached to her ridiculous drink. "This meeting will be different though." She didn't look up, and I could see a flash of what I thought was sadness. Only I wasn't sure I'd only just met her.

Why would this meeting be different? Was Jack going to fire my Matt? No fucking way! That mother fucker! I was seething but didn't let it come through in my words. "What do you mean different?" Under the table, I realized that my nails had been digging into my palm.

Uncomfortably, she looked across the table at our husbands. "I can only tell you if you promise to keep it to yourself." Not once did she make eye contact with me, let alone glance in my direction.

"How can I keep it from Matt? I tell him everything." Still filled with anger, I didn't mention to Sally that I kept secrets all the time from Matt. That bitch didn't need to know my business.

Suddenly, Sally stood up. "I need to use the ladies' room. Sara, would you mind accompanying me?"

Before I could answer, she'd pushed in her chair and turned towards the restrooms. Looking at Matt, he smiled and nodded at me.

Quickly catching up with her, I grabbed the back of her arm firmly. "Slow the fuck down."

Once in the bathroom, Sally bent down and checked all the stalls to ensure we were alone. "I know that Matt wants the VP position. I know because Jack told me. I know what Jack is going to ask for in exchange for the position." Again, she looked down at her shoes, and I could see in her eyes there was a bit of shame.

More to break the tension than anything else, I said, "What does Jack want to fuck me or something?"

Wholeheartedly, she looked at me. "In a word. Yes. He wants to fuck you. But more importantly, he wants Matt to give you to him. Matt will only get the promotion if this happens."

Taking a step back, I leaned on the marble sink in the softly lit bathroom. "I see." My face felt hot, and my fingers and toes tingled. Taking a moment, I thought about it. Jack was no different than the last random guy I found at a hotel bar. I really wanted it, but I knew Matt wouldn't like it. "I love my husband. And I just met you, but I respect you enough to at least ask. Are you okay? Are you okay with any of this?"

She paused for a moment. "If you're asking if I'm the jealous type, no. The only part that makes me uncomfortable is this part. Jack doesn't understand that I have to have these conversations and how they go. Most wives are insulted and storm off. The fact that you're still standing here means you're a supportive partner."

This was delicate. At this point, I did want to fuck her husband, but she didn't need to know that. I would benefit the most from Matt's promotion. "This is all I will say. I would do anything for Matt. I'm sure you understand. It seems like you'd do anything for Jack. I was hoping to at least make a new friend at this dinner, but I guess I've got another thing coming."

Sally shifted and stood a bit taller. "I would love to have a friend like you. My life really just revolves around Jack." She drifted. "He's great, but I need some female energy. So if it's just as well, I would really like it if we became friends." There was an eagerness in her words.

Smiling, I put my arm around her shoulder. "Then it's settled. I will fuck your husband to ensure my husband gets the promotion he deserves, and we will be freshly minted friends."

We both chuckled and headed out. Now it was just a matter of time and a silent countdown before Jack or Matt asked me. Sure enough, it wasn't till we had dessert and were sipping coffee when Matt signaled, and we stepped over to the bar. I knew what he was going to ask, and I knew I wanted to fuck this Jack character. Still I did what I could to settled myself so I could look as shocked as possible.

Matt ordered another drink deliberately, not looking at me. I could see the sense of shame he held in his body language. Taking a couple of sips, he finally turned to me. "There's something I need to tell you about this guy, Jack." He paused again and finished the highball he started.

"Before you go any further, I know. Sally just explained what he wanted in the bathroom. I know he wants to fuck me." I swayed my hips into his, trying to lighten the mood. But I could tell he was shocked, not only by my attitude but the night overall.

There was a flash of relief across his face, but it faded just as quickly. "Yeah, that's part of it. There's one other thing. Something that I don't know if I can do. But that's besides the point. First is, you are not my property. I do not have a say nor do I have agency over what or who you do with your body. I also don't want you to feel pressured into doing this because you think we need it."

Obviously, I could see where he was going with this. Then again, I had no idea what else there could be. "You deserve to have your position. It would mean more money, then we could travel and even look at retiring early. On top of that, sex is meaningless without emotion. You already have my heart." Pausing for effect, "I would do anything for you, even fuck this guy, whatever his name is. I love you, and I only want the best for you and us."

There was a timid smile on his face. I knew that he could see the compliment I'd given him. "That means the world to me. And it would mean all of those things. And if it was just sex, then I would be more inclined to acquiesce. But he also wants me to watch as you two... you know, get together." His second drink was now down the hatch. He needed the liquid courage more now than ever.

Placing the glass down firmly, he just started out over the bar. I pulled him in close and drew him close, then kissed him. "I know you can do it. Afterwards, you will take me home and reclaim me. It will be one night, the job will be yours. It will be over. And I have a counteroffer, which, as a businessman, he may be into."

For the first time since we got to the bar, Matt looked directly at me. "What's your counteroffer?"

"Sally has to be there too, and you get to have your way with her either before, during, or after. That's my only stipulation. I want Jack to get a taste of his own medicine." With Matt still close, I rubbed his back and caressed the back of his neck with the tips of my fingers.

Back at the table, I told Jack about my stipulation, and Sally gave me a wild look with what I thought might be anger in her eyes. Jack took the offer, and we decided that this would happen all tonight back at Jack's house up in the Palisades.

There wasn't much to say as Matt and we readied ourselves back at home. All parties seemed to think that regrouping after we freshened up was a good idea.

Once we were heading down the long driveway to Jack house, I broke the relative silence. "Just know that whatever either of us says or does during this..." I took a beat to find the right word, "event. We come back to each other, and no matter what, I love you, and you love me. We will let them think it's about them, but really, this is about us."

Matt nodded, and I could see his knuckles on the steering wheel go from bright red to soft white as he gripped with all his strength. We parked and followed the lighted walkway up to the front door.

The doorbell sounded like church bells or something from a forgotten Victorian era. Sally opened the door in a white negligee sheer enough to see the pink nubs of her nipples. The bottoms were high-waisted, and her plump bum accentuated the bottom.

Quietly, what I would call "sexy" music played just loud enough to be felt but not loud enough to be intrusive. Without a word, Sally waved us in, and we followed her sashaying ass to the parlor.

Here, the lights were even lower, and in the center of the room stood Jack. "Come have a drink, new friends." He was wearing only silk boxers, and clearly, he'd taken a moment to oil his torso as it gleamed in the light. The dimmed lights seemingly accentuating his rippled abs. At this point, I felt warmth emanating from my vagina. There was no denying it now; I was turned all the way on. I just needed to keep up the front of me, only doing this for Matt.

In text messages Sally and I exchanged on the way here, it was decided amongst us that she would take Matt first and that Jack and I could please ourselves or otherwise just observe. No interrupting and no speaking, those were the rules. With as few words as possible, Sally asked us both to undress.

Matt and I knew this would be the case, which is why we went home to get ready ourselves. Matt was no slouch and opted to just be completely nude, letting his flaccid seven inches speak for themselves. Which left me, with one slip of the shoulder, I stepped out of the same dress I'd been wearing at the dinner. Which left me topless and in only the thinest of thongs. I saw Jack's eyes dance when my tits swayed.

Without waiting for and sort of prompt, Matt headed straight for Sally and attacked her face with a deep kiss. I sat in a small settee across from them. Jack moved towards me as they kissed, and we locked eyes. I patted the seat next to me, and he came and sat down. I gave a reassuring rub of his upper thigh.

From where I was sitting and the look on Matt's face, I knew that I might as well have been on Mars. All of his attention was on Sally, continuing his deep makeout session. He grabbed her ass, a bit rough if I do say so myself. Then guided her to his knees. He was starting to get semi-hard already, but from the looks of it, he needed more coaxing.

With one hand, she stuffed his cock in her little mouth and started to massage his balls with a free hand. I could see him getting harder, the effects of stage fright starting to wear off. Soon, he was fully extended, and Sally was having a hard time breathing whenever he shoved it in where his balls were on her chin. Gaging and slurping sounds now filled the room. I was proud of the fact that I could always handle Matt's full cock in my mouth and that I had tasted him many times and felt his cock surge and sputter in my mouth. I did that for him first. This bitch could never get him to cum in her mouth.

As if sensing my thoughts, Matt pulled her up, and she took off what remaining clothes she had on. Then, she laid on the bed. At first, she laid on her back and spread her legs.

"No," Matt said. "I want you head down and ass up." Trepidation sketched in her eyes as she said nothing and assumed her position. Without much preamble, Matt was in place, and I had a clear view of his fully extended and pulsating cock. The tip nudged her pussy lips aside, and she gasped as he pushed in all the way to base. Then, she moaned.

A searing flash of jealousy ran through me. Who the fuck was this cunt she was enjoying my man? That's my cock. I should be the one moaning on the end of it. Then, I felt Jack shift in his seat, a clear erection pushed against his boxers. My future fuck was beside me now, and if I was honest, I was happy Matt at least seemed to be having fun.

What was only seconds felt like hours when I realized I was no longer watching Matt defile this woman we'd only met a few hours ago, I was enjoying it. He was really moving now, but I could tell he wasn't ready to pop, and she was doing all she could not to scream out with pleasure. Her tits were bigger than mine and jerked back and forth with each of Matt's thrusts. Her head was in the pillow, and her muffled yelps were sexy as hell.

A few minutes later, Matt slowed and pulled out. Clearly, he hadn't cum yet. I could always tell. He leaned in and asked her a question, but it was too quiet for me to hear what he said. She just nodded in agreement, and then he pushed her flat on her belly. Reaching back with his right hand, he came down hard on her ass immediately, leaving a welt. "Yes! Daddy!" She yelled out. "More Daddy, more."

Then breaking loose with both hands, he slapped and slapped her ass each time, making it redder with her crying out. She finally turned her head so I could see her face, and it was just as red with tears streaming out of her eyes. Matt finally relented. He was still rock hard, and I could tell he needed to release his load. All I wanted was to feel that load in my mouth and swimming in my belly. But he laid onto her, and in that moment, he was trying to protect her from the world. I knew that his next move would be to roll her over and fuck her face to face gently and lovingly.

As he backed up, she beckoned his ear closer to her mouth. It was her turn to whisper something in his ear. I could tell it excited him with the slight jolt I saw move from one end of his penis to the other.

Now on her hands and knees, her ass was spread, and I finally understood what she'd asked for. Matt pushed his rock-hard seven and a half-inch cock into her tight asshole. The head of his cock just rested inside the dark ring for a few seconds to give her time to adjust to his girth. She winced and grimaced, then one of her legs started to cramp, and she had to lean in a way that she could stretch it out. All the while, Matt held steady, only now starting to ease into her inch by inch.

With each inch, her breathing became more erratic, and I knew she would cum soon and well before Matt did. She had to move up so she was only on her knees to allow him all the way in. Soon, he was, and I could hear his balls slapping the outside of her pussy, and the look on her face told me she was ready to blow. Matt pushed her hands back down so he could really move in, doing so her abs started to flex, and sweat dripped down her tits and the outer parts of her thighs. "Oh gawd. Oh gawd. I'm cumming, I'm cumming." Her body flexed, and it looked like she was going to push him off, but whatever wave of feelings passed through her.

"Fuck me, use me, Daddy cum deep in this sweet ass. Make me your cum-loving whore." She'd locked eyes with me as he drove into her, then as he let out a thunderous sound and came hard and deep within her, she just kept her eyes locked on mine. It was only then that I'd become aware of my own fingers deep inside of my folds, rubbing my clit hard that I came too, looking right at her. I liked that she called him Daddy I never did but maybe I need to start based on his reaction to it.

Matt pulled out of her once he'd drained his balls in her. All I could think was that I wanted his cum in my mouth, I wanted to taste her on my husband's dick, I wanted to lick his cum out of her ass. Watching Matt fuck some little hussy made me so fucking hot. I was cumming again against my own hand, only this time Matt caught my eye, and when he saw how pleased I was, he smiled. It was a knowing smile; he knew I'd enjoyed that as much as he did. His cock was simmering down now, and he went to the bathroom, and I heard the shower come on.

Her ass was spread and still up. I could see some of my husband's cum sliding out of her tight asshole. Jack asked her to go get cleaned up, and slowly, deliberately, she slid off the bed, looking right at me. All I could do was wink, and she smiled at me as her bright red ass went and stepped into the shower with my husband.

I knew I had to fuck Jack, and there were parts of me that wanted to. But mostly I just wanted to take my Matty home and fuck his little brains out. From the looks of it, I was going to have to wait.

Jack didn't start till Matt was back from the shower, and once they exchanged nods, everything got started. Jack got up and took me by the hand to the center of the room. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Sally out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around her hair. She took, my seat.

With one move, Jack was now completely nude in front of me. He didn't say anything; he only scanned me up and down. Now I realized that I still had my thong on, so I turned around, then bent over to take them off, flashing Jack and the room my pretty little snatch. I felt his hands on my hips as I stood up, and he turned me around. "I need you to suck me." was all he said.

What interesting phrasing, I thought as I got to my knees. I knew that I should feel shame or some sort of way, but in reality, I was just unimpressed with Jack's use of the English language. From where I was kneeling, I could see Matt and Sally now; both of them looked a bit tired but intense. Jack's cock was thicker but not longer than Matt's. The cock was warm and soft, and I could smell his musk over the sandalwood soap he'd clearly showered with.

Right before I placed his rod in my mouth, I locked eyes with Matt, whose eyes were full of lust. The last bit of expansion moved through Jack's cock as I started to suck it; I could feel him hitting the back of my mouth. The bands and ridges of his member moved my lips back and forth, and I let him set the pace with his hips.

All this time, I was still looking over at Matt, but I also noticed that Sally was now sitting all the back in the couch, her little finger flicking her clit. Eyes nearly closed, she seemed to be enjoying herself.

Instinctively, I reached up and fondled his balls and heard him moan. All of this was so perfunctory for me. If there was one thing I knew how to do, it was make a man cum. There was some part of me that should be into this, and I kept waiting for it to hit me, but it never did.

Instead, I just went through the motions, and once I felt Jack get more excited through his jerky movements, I released his cock from my mouth. Without instructions, I got on the bed, down on my hands and knees, and opened up for him. I knew he wouldn't last even half as long as my Matty. His pre-cum still lingered on my tongue when he pushed his meat into my pussy. I gave a moan of acceptance, knowing that some men needed to feel like they were pleasing their women. I mimicked every lady in porn I'd heard and gave words of encouragement like, "Oh yeah, right there, yes, oh yes." Then, I proceeded to create variations with pronouns on an as-needed basis.

Soon, I felt his hand grab my hips tighter. "I want to cum on your face," he said, finding the space between a question and a request. Then, he pulled out panting and stood up on the bed. He looked like he thought he was domineering. He wasn't. His hot cum spurted from his tip, and some landed on my face, but most hit my chest and my tits. It was sticky, and he tasted slightly sour compared to Matt. Jack whimpered a little bit as he pulled the bits of his seed out.

Matt's eyes were wide and bold. I expected anger behind them, but I found only bewilderment. Still, after all that, I just wanted my man and flashed Matt the look I always gave him at a party, indicating that I wanted to head home.

He read the look like a champ and got up. "I think it's time for us to go. Jack, I expect all of the paperwork signed and approved by Monday. We can discuss details and turnover once I see everything is aligned." Matt's corporate speak was somehow both meaningless and sexy to me.

I don't know what else was said or done because I needed to get the cum off me and headed to cleanup. There was nothing I wanted to be sexy about this shower; it was all business. I needed to get home to be with Matt and settle myself. Swiftly, I lathered and scrubbed all my bits and pieces.

Grabbing for my towel, it wasn't where I'd left it; instead, there was Sally holding it with a smile. "You're so hot. I can't believe what I saw in there."

"Really? Thanks. I was just hoping you wouldn't hate me after and that we could still be friends. I honestly think that if Matt and Jack hadn't wanted this, we would have been good friends." I said, one leg up on a small bench drying myself.

With a shy giggle, she looked me up and down and back up again. "We can be friends. What I mean is that I hope we are friends." Everything about what she just said made me realize one thing.

Since the restaurant, she'd been into me; she wants to fuck me. This was useful information, but now was not the time to act on it. But I stepped closer to her and leaned in like I was telling a secret. "We are friends, sweetie, and we can definitely get to know each other more as we move forward."

When the last of the sentence parsed in her mind, she whimpered. "I would like that, Sara." She said, cheeks flush and nude in the steam. I knew I could take her right there.

Securing one of my heels, I looked up at her. "You should call me ma'am whenever you're naked in front of me."

"Yes, ma'am!" She was emphatic, like she wanted to please me already.

I had no idea what time it was by the time we were on the freeway; I only knew it was late because of how empty the lanes were. The mood in the car was electric, and Matt didn't say anything; he just played music that was fast and loud. The beats and shouting were translated into speed and determination.

By the time we arrived at our home, it felt like he'd broken laws of both physics and the road. The silence when she shut off the car was striking, and we looked at each other; his face was stoic at first. But then when I smiled at him, he gave me his normal "I know I'm hot" smirk.

Little was said, but we both beelined to our bedroom. We stared at each other and slowly took our clothes off. "I want you." He said. "I want all of you."

Naked now, I shifted, stood with my legs spread to invite him. "Claim me, Daddy. I want your cum in all my holes. Tell me where you want me."

"Lay down on the bed with your head near the edge." He didn't move till I got on the bed. "Good girl. Now, Sally couldn't take all of me. You, my dearest wife. I know you will." He said, positioning his cock above my face.

From the angle he put me in, I could only really see his balls, the base of his shaft as the tip pointed towards my bellybutton. "I'm ready, Daddy." Was all I could say.

Pushing his cock into my mouth as deep as possible, his familiar taste only made me want to please him more. I did what I could to stroke his cock with my tongue. This felt like home. He pushed hard. His sack pressed into my face and blocked off most of what little air there was with my face between his legs. With my free hands, I spread his ass from behind and slipped my fingers down to massage his balls from behind. His moans and shifts told me I was on the right path.

He started to move faster, it was a bit rougher, yet I wanted it rougher. Moans moved to grunts as I stroked his balls and sucked and slurped every inch of him. Soon, I could taste his pre-cum, then I felt his cock pushing harder on the back of my throat.

When he tried to pull out, I knew he'd want to finish somewhere else, but there was no way I was going to let that happen. Pulling him closer as he tried to pull away, I slipped a finger into his asshole just to the first knuckle. He got the idea and kept throat fucking me, and I pushed my finger in past another knuckle.

Grunts shifted and heavy breathing, and he slowed down but spent longer deeper in my skin. Everything became sticky, and I knew he was going to cum soon. Then it hit me like a hot milkshake. I did what I could to keep it in me and swallow it all, but it was so much semen. It leaked out my mouth in warm ribbons. I felt it run down my neck.

"Fucking hell, Sara. Keep sucking!"

Like a good girl, I did what I was told till his legs were shaking and shoved off of me. I knew our future would be completely different from this point forward.

"Daddy, we need to fuck more people together." I said as I turned over on my belly. "You fuck better once you've warmed up on someone else."

To be continued...