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My Love

James Sampleton

My love is a very special lady. I met Karen when I was a sophomore in college. Even then she was very popular. It was hard to have dates with any continuity until I started making multiple dates. This tactic had the additional benefit of making her less available to her other suitors and by my junior year, her sophomore year, we were a couple.

She was the most attractive woman I had ever thought about going out with. The only criticism that could be made was that at five-foot-six, she was a little short to be a model. Her 36C-23-35 was at least in my mind perfection. Added to that was a dynamite personality. She was always upbeat, and we seemed to share a sense of humor.

My senior year was even better as she moved into my apartment. Her parents became more positive about me when we married just after my graduation. We went on pretty much the same as before even after her graduation. I was in my second year of graduate school, while she took an entry-level sales representative position for the international manufacturing equipment supplier, Fitch-Williams-Sanders, Inc., or FWS. Three years later, Ph.D. in hand I got a tenure-track position at a research institution in the Dallas-Fort Worth Metroplex, a few hours away and Karen got a job as the Personal Assistant to the Chief Executive Officer of FWS.

She explained to me that I would have to take the primary burden of childcare if we had children as her schedule was subject to her CEO's schedule. About six months into our new life, she had to attend a weekend conference for executives in her firm. Friday night we called at the agreed-upon ten PM, and she seemed very happy with the venue, accommodations, and attendees.

Saturday night went differently. She didn't answer her cell phone when I called at ten, eleven, and twelve, nor did she respond to any of my texts. The next morning I saw that she had sent a text at 2:30 AM saying we will need to talk upon her return Sunday evening.

She didn't reach home until seven-thirty; I had expected her in late afternoon. I asked if she was hungry; she told me she had already eaten. We sat at the dining table with her wine and my beer.

She said, "You are one of the smartest people I know. I'm sure you have figured out that something happened at the conference. To put it bluntly I screwed my boss several times over the weekend. Honey, there are three things that are important to me beyond anything else, my career, my love for you, and my family - I want you to be the father of my children. For two of the three, I am totally dependent on you. That trumps my career, if that is a necessity for us to stay together. I hope you still love me after knowing what I did this weekend. If I have to give up my career then that's what I will do.

I explained, "I'm trying to understand. Correct me if I'm wrong. You want to stay married to me, but you also say that screwing your boss is part of your plan for career success. Although that wasn't contemplated in our marriage, you expect me to suck it up and tolerate your fucking around on a continuing basis."

She replied, "Jimmy, my love for you is complete. I hope the last thing I see on this earth is your face. I am very glad you aren't yelling at me for what I did this weekend. What you just said is asking a lot but it is what I want. If you won't agree, I'll have to cut back on my plans, but preserving your love is worth it. Jimmy, if you want me to be a stay-at-home mother, I will do that but I want to have a meaningful career. I'm willing to take maternity leaves so we can have a family. Do you want to think about my unreasonable proposal before you reject it?"

I told her, "I think we can make it work. As far as I know, the only thing you have violated is fidelity, and I understand why. I think I can sustain a relationship with you as long as we have mutual love, trust, and respect. This is still a yellow light phase in our marriage and I can't tell you when we will go to the next phase, or if it will be a red or green light. Does that make sense?"

She responded, "It makes perfect sense, darling. I enjoyed fucking Jack, but I love you, and I want you to love me tonight like only you can. I know this isn't the best for you, but you have made me very happy. I still think you're the best husband a woman could ever want!"

She added, "Jimmy, there is one more thing. Jack wants me to work overtime tomorrow night. That means I probably won't be home until seven or eight. It also means that he will likely ream me out pretty good."

I said, "I'm not particularly happy about that, but I'll be here when you come home. I think I'm in for the long haul.

She kissed me and I kissed her back with enthusiasm. I never expected this change in our relationship, and I still wasn't feeling completely comfortable with it. I already knew we would have to talk some more the next night. I was aware of two dynamics in our marriage. I loved her very much, and I still wasn't completely comfortable with her using her pussy as a tool in her climb toward success, whatever that meant.

Monday night she came home late but very excited. She had been promoted to Executive Assistant to the Chair and CEO and given a twenty per cent raise. I was more than happy to celebrate and took her out to her favorite restaurant. When I asked if she'd like to go a club, she said that she'd prefer the rest of the celebration to be in our marital bed. She had been enthusiastic when we made love Sunday night but our loving on this night far surpassed the previous night.

She did tell me one bit of bad news. Not only would she be working late Wednesday and Friday nights, but she expected the Monday-Wednesday-Friday pattern of overtime to be the norm except when she was traveling with Jack.

Tuesday night I told her I wanted to talk. I asked, "Do you want to share your weekend experience?"

She said, "What do you mean?"

I replied, "Do you want to tell me about fucking your boss? Especially the first time. I'm just asking if you want to."

She responded, "I'm not sure. Of course, I'll be a little embarrassed. But maybe it is something I should share. I don't think I should share every experience with you, but this one might be one that I should share."

I said, "At this point, I'm not trying to coerce you. If you want to, I'll listen. If not, it's not a big deal."

She answered, "I think I should tell you about it. I'm a little uncomfortable, but I can see why it would be good for you to know what I experienced over the weekend."

I encouraged her, "I'm all ears!"

She explained, "You have to understand that Jack was preparing me for this for several weeks. I hadn't decided to do it, but I knew that he wanted me to. I guess he upped the pressure a little bit. After dinner, Friday night, and after I called you, there was a sort of a club with music and an open bar. He encouraged me to drink up. We danced and I have to admit I got a little aroused. Paul Riggins, the VP in charge of Sales attached himself to us. Around ten, Jack invited Paul and I to his room. Of course, he had the nicest room of any of us. It was really more of a suite than a room. We sat beside each other at a table in his suite and drank champagne. Then he asked me if I had thought about becoming an executive assistant. I said, 'Yes, that would be a logical next step for me.' He asked, 'What do you see as differences between a PA and an EA?' I told him, 'I don't really know. I suppose an EA does more.' He explained, 'There are two things that you haven't done yet. One of them is act in my stead. There is a little mess at one of our smaller factories that I want you to go in my stead and clean it up. I'll set things up for you next week. The second is that you have to do more things, to help me out. He actually had a hot tub in his suite. He asked if Paul and I would like to join him in the hot tub. He said it was a great antidote for hangovers. I said I would love to but I would have to go back to my room and get my swimsuit. He said that's not true, you don't want to wear a swimsuit in a hot tub. I was tipsy, horny, and flirtatious. Jack and Paul started taking their clothes off. I should have left then, but I didn't.

The whole idea had me more than a little aroused. I had been wearing a pants suit and had taken the jacket off when I got to Jack's room. Jack and Paul were just looking at me like 'Karen, why don't you get with the program.' They looked at me expectantly. I don't know why but I was getting hornier and hornier. So, I took my pants off. I stood in front of them in my panties and blouse and I was just getting hotter and hotter. I took off my blouse and they both gave me smiles of appreciation. That excited me more, and I took off my bra. Now they were grinning. I sensuously slid my panties down, kicking them aside. Now we all get into the hot tub, right? Wrong. I stood in front of them, nude, almost dripping with excitement. Jack stepped in closer to me and pinched my left nipple. Goddamn, it felt so very good. He pinched my right nipple. I could hardly stand still. He crouched enough to rub his now full erect cock on my mound. I spread my legs for him and he began rubbing my slit with his cock. He leaned forward and kissed me. I kissed him back and started hunching him so that I was riding his cock without penetration. I was totally gone.

Jack said, "Paul, I think you'll have to hot tub by yourself." He disengaged himself from me and led me by my hand into the bedroom. I can't remember ever being so hot. He fucked me for thirty or forty minutes cumming twice. I must have cum ten or twelve times. When we went to the hot tub, Paul was gone. After we hot tubbed a while he took me back to the bedroom. We fucked again and then we went to sleep. The next morning he fucked me again and sent me back to my room to change for the Saturday meetings. I hope you don't hate me for what I have done."

I said, "No, I'm not sure how to deal with this, but I still love you."

She said, "Please fuck the shit out of me, and then I'll tell you about Saturday and Sunday."

Her tale of wanton passion had aroused me and I was very hard. I had no problem giving her what she wanted, although I only lasted long enough for her to come three times.

We cuddled and she resumed telling me about her weekend, "The meetings on Saturday went fine. Afterward, I ate dinner with Jack. He led me back to his room, holding my hand. He told me to take my clothes off. I wanted to feel his cock in me again. I was totally shameless. As I took my clothes off, I was getting hotter and hotter. My pussy was dripping with anticipation. He told me to sit on the sofa in the living area of his suite and spread my legs.

I could hardly wait for what came next. He grasped my thighs with his hands and start licking my mons. He began to concentrate on my slit, licking the inside surfaces that he could reach with his large tongue. I was having the same feelings as if he were fucking me. In a few minutes my body was shaking with my first orgasm of the evening.

He continued licking me, expanding his range to include my clit. I was now really hot. He started fingering me while licking my clit. I had another really nice orgasm. He then stuck his cock in as I lay back on the sofa. It was a little uncomfortable at first. He's a little bigger than you. Soon, it was feeling great. I came. He continued fucking me. I climaxed again. Finally, he started huffing and puffing and I had one last orgasm as he began shooting his baby juice against my vagi walls. It was really good. Above average for what we do, but not equal to your best.

Then he pulled my head back by pulling a handful of my hair back and he kissed me. I kissed him back. He helped me to stand and he led me into the bedroom. He sat me down on his bed and sat beside me and helped me off with the rest of my clothes. Then I returned the favor. His cock was somewhat erect but not hard. I started fondling it while he fondled my tits. We continued kissing. He then pushed me back onto the bed and raised my legs onto his shoulders. This allowed him to penetrate me at an angle. It was sort of missionary with him standing. I think the angle allowed him to penetrate me deeper than before. It felt fantastic. I had a big climax. One of my all-time best orgasms. Do you want me to continue? Am I telling you too much or not enough?"

I told her, "I'm a bit uncomfortable with this, but I think I need to hear it. Carry on!"

She continued, "He kept on thrusting into me, and I came a couple of more times before he shot his wad again. He helped me to my feet and then guided me into a kneeling position and I cleaned his cock. I cleaned his cock really well. Soon, I was giving him a clean blow job. When he got hard again, he asked me to get on top. He laid on the bed and I got on top. I was still horny and so I fucked him hard. He was pulling on my nipples and pinching them as I fucked him. It was a real turn on. After I came twice, he told me to turn around and I came two or three more times ending with him filling me up again. I laid down beside him and started kissing him as he played with my boobs.

We drank some champagne and then fucked through your phone calls. I think he must have taken a blue pill. He ejaculated inside me at least four times. We went to sleep. I woke up about two-thirty and saw your texts and phone calls and realized I had screwed up. That's when I sent you the text. I was a little worried but went back to sleep. In the morning we had sex again. The most shameful thing I did was have another fuck session with him after lunch on Sunday, when everyone else had started back to town. We kissed good-bye and you pretty much know the rest."

I told her, "There were parts of this that were hard to hear, but I believe I had to hear them. As I told you before, if we're honest, I think we can make it through this. Of course, we also have to have trust and respect."

I explained, "I think we're good. You will have a horny husband tomorrow night."

She told me, "I'll be looking forward to it!"

Afterward, we made love. It wasn't the best we'd ever had, but it wasn't the worst, either.

Wednesday night she came home a little before eight. I greeted her, "How are you doing, honey?"

She replied, "I'm not alright, but I think a little husbandly TLC will fix me up."

We made love and it felt like we were together again even though I knew she had been screwing that asshole Jack just before she came home. I loved her and I knew I had to stay positive if I was going to keep her. The bastard had several advantages now that he had breached the dam. I couldn't really tell who she liked sleeping with best. Even though she assured me that she loved me and wanted to stay with me, I had to keep in mind that only a week ago she was still a faithful wife. In the last week, he had made great inroads into a relationship that had been exclusive. I was beginning to wonder if I should keep the faith, if I could keep on believing that at the end of the day she was mine. I was faithful and that's really what I wanted. Realistically, she had consistently told me she loved me, and interjecting Jack into our relationship had seemed to make us both more passionate.

Karen

I knew that Jimmy wasn't happy with my liaison with Jack. He seemed to accept that this was essential to my plans to accelerate my career. Being with Jack for a few hours three times a week made me feel good on several plains. Physically I loved what Jimmy and I have but it also felt good to be a wanton hussy a few afternoons a week. Professionally, I felt like my liaison with Jack was my ticket to rapid advancement in the world of business at FSW.

Jimmy didn't like it when I announced that the following week I would be making a seven-day trip with Jack and Paul, especially when I told him that there was a good chance I would end up having to do Paul as well as Jack. The three of us would fly into Raleigh on Sunday and fly back to Dallas on Saturday spending six nights together was a temptation that Paul would want to take advantage of, while I didn't expect that Jack would be of any help in my resisting it. That Jack didn't care about exclusivity was an advantage in keeping my marriage together, but no help where Paul was concerned. I had heard of paramours who wanted the husband to be cut off from enjoying the fruits of marriage.

My East Coast trip with Jack and Paul started with taking a corporate jet to Raleigh. Paul drove us from the airport to the hotel. He had been to most of the places we were going even if not to the specific offices we would be visiting. He was a little unfamiliar with all the features of our Escalade rental, but Jack clued him into all that were relevant. Our trip was to visit seven clients and potential clients, one each in Raleigh, Charlotte, Columbia, Charleston, and Savannah, and two in Atlanta. The biggest client would be our last stop in Atlanta. Saturday morning we would take the corporate jet back home.

I had briefed Jimmy on our itinerary so he knew approximately where I would be and also that I would be keeping irregular and long hours. We would have earned our money even if we didn't close any deals. After checking into our three rooms all on the same floor, we ate dinner at a restaurant in the hotel. We then migrated into the hotel's club. I had dressed in a light summer dress since we weren't seeing any clients Sunday night, so I was quickly very popular. Of course, Jack and Paul danced with me, but I had plenty of other suitors in spite of my prominently displayed rings. Jack was getting a little exasperated because I wasn't spending enough time with him or because I wasn't drinking enough. Finally, he suggested that we go to his room for a nightcap. As soon as we entered his room, both guys attacked me and quickly stripped me. Jack told Paul, "You missed out last time so you can take her first."

I didn't like being passed around like a piece of meat, but Paul's thick but not long cock soon had me singing out my pleasure as he took me to three orgasms, before a grand finale in which we both climaxed. Paul then took his place in a chair to watch Jack took over. Not even twenty-four hours gone on a six night trip and my prediction to Jimmy had already come true.

Just like that we had started my first threesome. It was tag team style. Paul was thicker and shorter than Jimmy so it was actually a new fucking experience and quite pleasurable. He did me missionary style. After he got off, Jack took over; he fucked me doggy style. Then Paul laid on the bed supine so I could show my stuff in cowgirl. After he spurted against my love canal walls, I did Jack reverse cowgirl. After Jack finished, I was dripping. I took a quick shower. When I returned to the bedroom, Paul was gone, and Jack was sawing logs. I quickly dressed and returned to my room where I was dead to the world before my head hit the pillow. I expected to have five more nights of the same type of exercise. Everybody was all smiles at breakfast. Jack and Paul seemed proud of their fucking exploits, and as the fuckee, I was quite happy as well.

Nothing much happened at our morning meeting in Raleigh and we drove to Charlotte Monday afternoon. Monday evening I received another thorough fucking from my tag team of lovers, and again I was a happy camper and slept well. Charlotte went well; we closed a three million dollar deal. That alone would pay for our trip and we had five more appointments. Very happy with our lunchtime closing we drove on to Columbia for an afternoon meeting. Nothing there. We ate a quick dinner and drove on that evening to Charleston. I had started calling Jimmy from my room where I usually went to freshen up before dinner. In Charleston I called him after check-in and then went straight to bed with Jack and Paul. I received a thorough reaming and went to my bed happy as a bug in a rug. In spite of enjoying fucking Jack and Paul, I was beginning to seriously miss Jimmy. The phone calls did not substitute for Jimmy's smile, touch, and lovemaking. When I returned to Dallas Saturday night, I would make sure that Jimmy gave me everything he had.

My Love

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