Emily: How It's Going

My coworker is in an open marriage and, behind her back, I've been screwing her husband. That's not completely true - I'm the reason they're in an open relationship. He and I were carrying on and she found out that he was screwing somebody else. And they ended up in an open relationship. She, apparently, has been seeing a bunch of guys while he only screws me. And her, of course.

Yesterday I'd left work early and been over at their place in the afterglow of sex when she showed up. We'd handled it, and she still had no idea who I was. I hoped.

Today, I rolled into work to find Sue already there. She looked like she was well rested. She looked up as I got to my desk.

"How was your," she paused, obviously, "evening?"

She was grinning at me. I wondered if she knew.

"It was fine," I told her. "You know... I'm never sure how guys are going to be, but this was OK."

"Are you going to see him again?" she asked.

She seemed pretty relaxed about the whole thing, so I was pretty sure she didn't realize.

"We'll see," I said. "How was your evening? Did you do anything?"

"Oh no, just a quiet evening," she lied. Slut.

I went back to work.

Over the next few weeks, I went over to her house when she was out having sex. There was this one guy she'd picked up on a dating app and Dave called when she was going out with him. I went over and we screwed.

As we lay in bed afterwards, I asked how he felt about his wife screwing other guys.

"Strangely, I'm fine with it. I really like it when she brings back pictures."

"Pictures?"

He reached over and grabbed his phone.

"Pictures," he said, flipping through his phone.

He turned the phone to me. There was Sue, sitting naked on a toilet sucking some guy's dick.

"That's not even her date," he told me with a smirk. "He was just some guy who walked in on them."

"Wow," I said. I still couldn't think of Sue as this wild nymphomaniac slut. Even after I'd sat on her face.

After a little bit more of a cuddle, I got dressed and headed home. I didn't want her walking in on us again.

A while later Dave called me to say Sue had another date that night and I went over straight from work again. I'd have kind of figured, as she'd been dressed like she was going to play tennis when she left work. I'd asked her about it and she'd said she was going to a "thing."

After Dave and I had screwed, he flipped through his phone and picked a couple of pictures to show me of Sue. He seemed proud, even, of her getting out there. I thought that was maybe a little weird.

In the first, she was kneeling in a park somewhere in just a thong, sucking off a couple of guys, then there was one of her naked, pinned against a wall with her arms held up getting her face fucked.

"That's at your office," he said.

"Really?" I asked. "Who was it?"

Dave just shrugged. "Dunno."

I peered at it harder, but couldn't figure out who it was or where they were. Hmm.

Having been caught there before, I was soon getting dressed and heading home. I did keep wondering who the guy at work was, and how that happened.

The following morning, I asked her how her "thing" had gone and there was a flash of a smile across her face.

"Oh," she said, "it was fine. How was your evening?"

"Fine," I said, thinking back to her husband fucking me.

Quite a while later, Dave texted me to say Sue was off on a date again so we could get together that evening. I watched Sue in the afternoon and couldn't tell that anything was going on. When I got to their house, Dave was excited to show me pictures of Sue screwing other guys.

The first one had her in just stockings and a garter belt sitting down on a guy's dick. He was reaching around her, holding her hips but I couldn't see her paramour's face. He skipped through a couple of pictures, then showed me one of her kneeling on the floor holding her tits, covered in cum.

"Oh," he said, "you'll like this one."

She was squatting down in front of a guy in just a garter belt and stockings. He was sitting on a chair and she was sucking his dick.

"That's at your office again. It's the mail room guy."

There were several guys in the mail room, but the one who seems to like her was Philip. I knew something was going on between them, and now I really knew.

"Interesting," I said. "It's a shame he's leaving though."

He swiped back a few pictures and there she was, sitting on his lap facing him. It was definitely Philip.

"I think she's with him now," he said.

He fussed with the phone for a little while, then showed me a picture of Sue with another woman, sixty nining her. There was a guy fucking the woman on top of her and Sue was stroking his balls.

"Jesus," I said.

Dave seemed really excited by all this. The telling me, the showing me the pictures, Sue screwing other guys. Other people. So, we had sex and I headed out before Sue could come home.

It wasn't too long after that visit that Dave texted me to say Sue was meeting one of her men after work the following day. She was going home after work first, then heading out, so I did the same. Only I headed out to their house. Her car wasn't in the driveway when I got there, but I still parked up the road and walked over.

Dave opened the door in just a robe and we went to the bedroom and had sex.

Afterwards, he grabbed his phone to show me more pictures of Sue. There she was, naked on her back on a massage table with a guy standing by her head. His dick was all the way into her mouth and his hands were on her tits.

"And this, I'm really proud of," he said.

There she was, kneeling with her sports bra around her middle at a garden fence with a dick poking through a knot hole.

I looked at him quizzically.

He showed me a picture of her naked with her butt up against the fence. Getting fucked, most likely.

"I took these," he said, proudly. "I pretended to be the gardener and told next door's gardeners I was going to fuck her."

"Uh huh."

"And then they used a hole in the fence as a glory hole. God, it was hot."

"Uh huh," I said, getting dressed.

"I'll see you next time," I said, and got out of there before she got back.

A while later, Dave said she was going to be going out to a party at Philip's the following night, so we planned to meet. He came over as soon as she'd left, knocking on my door until I let him in.

As we headed upstairs, he told me how sexy she'd looked when she left, which is what any girl likes to hear... how hot her lover's wife looked.

Before he left, he showed me a picture of Sue, standing naked next to a jacked up pickup truck, sucking off the driver. It looked like she was in a parking lot.

We were lying in bed together and dozed off. Again. While last time this was a major problem because Dave didn't go home, this time it was (probably) fine because they have their "arrangement." We were both asleep when his phone rang.

Dave grabbed his phone.

"It's Sue," he hissed to me, then answered it.

He whined at her a bit, then took down an address and said he'd be there in about twenty minutes.

"She needs a ride," he said, getting up.

I clutched the sheet to my chest like women in movies as I sat up.

"Why?" I asked him.

"Apparently she's naked so can't call an Uber."

"Sure she can," I said with a grin.

"Right," he said as he dressed.

I pulled a robe on and walked him to the door.