Words destroy trust in an open marriage
A conversation
“Come on, Mandy,” Lyle said, exasperated. “It’s been a year, and we were so good together.”
It torqued me that he used the name I had asked him never to use again when addressing me. Not since…
“No, Lyle,” I replied, staring at him across the bistro table. “You said you had something to talk about. If this was it, I’m walking away.”
He looked back disappointed and then sighed in resignation.
“Have you heard from James lately?” he asked.
“I was served with divorce papers three months ago. I haven’t heard a word from Jim since,” I replied. “Does that count?”
His mouth opened and closed, not knowing how to respond. I just stared at him with both anger and remorse. This as the events of a year before replayed in my mind.
“I’m so sorry, Mandy,” he replied.
“It’s Amanda to you, Lyle,” I hissed back. “Don’t you forget it!”
“Please don’t make a scene,” he replied, smiling at a couple next to us that took notice.
“What if I do?”
“Please, Mandy… sorry, I mean Amanda, I beg of you. Can’t we be civil?”
“Civil? You want civil?” I said in a low tone. “How’s this for civil? You are lucky Jim didn’t break your neck that night. Do you know what that man used to do for a living?”
“Oh, come on, M… Amanda,” he struggled with the name I wanted him to call me. “He was in the Navy, right?”
“He was a Navy SEAL, you shmuck!” I replied. “Where do you think he got those scars from?”
“He said an accident. Anyway, he is not muscular like those guys I see on TV.”
“That’s because he was bedridden at Walter Reed hospital for months after he was wounded in Iraq. His muscles atrophied. He has metal in his legs and on his skull, but he can still snuff you out if he wanted to. And if you ask me, he should have after what you told him.”
“OK, I shouldn’t have said that,” he replied. “You are right.”
“You are such a moron,” I spat at him. “You destroyed a man who busted his ass working for you. You played with his psyche to manipulate him. And as if that were not enough, you had to fuck his wife in front of him.”
“It’s not like I had to force you into it,” he snickered.
It took all my self-control not to slap him on the spot.
“You’re right,” I said, surprising him by agreeing. “I am an out-of-control nympho at times. Jim knew and tolerated it because he loved me. He knew he could not keep up, so he opened up our marriage so I can get relief whenever he was not around. On the trips YOU sent him to.”
“It was part of his job, Amanda,” he finally managed to follow naming instructions. “James was competing with Donaldson for the VP slot. They both worked hard for it.”
“While you had the opportunity to hit on Brenda Donaldson and me. I hope she wasn’t as easy as I was.”
“She does not have an open marriage,” he reminded me. Nonetheless…”
“I told you when we started, Lyle,” I cut him off. “Jim could never find out you were fucking me.”
The couple next table had enough and stood.
“You two need to find another place for your fuck talk,” the man said and bumped into Lyle’s chair on purpose as he escorted his indignant woman out. Lyle spilled his drink on his pant leg but kept his composure.
“I had to do what I did, Amanda,” he said after giving the couple a look of annoyance.
“You WHAT!”
“Look, Greg Donaldson and his wife had me over his place to get me on their side.”
“And?”
“Let me talk, OK?”
I waved him to continue, still giving him the stare of death.
“They invited me over for dinner. Everything was going well. Brenda was friendly but not overly so. Greg was… Greg. You know how he sucks up to people when he wants something. And how pushy he can be.
“The more he pushed on, the more annoying he became. And I became irritated that both he and your husband are qualified, and I only had one slot. When we moved to the living room for an after-dinner drink, she came to sit by him and placed a hand on his knee.
“I’m the guy for the position, Mr. Rolston,” he said, annoying me since I had asked him to call me Lyle.
“Really Greg? I said to him. “And just how far are you willing to go for that VP slot? What are you willing to sacrifice?”
“More than Jimmy boy,” he said. “Anything.”
“James is paying a certain price you have not offered yet,” I replied, looking at Brenda then back at him with a smile.
“You didn’t!” I said, shaking my head at him. “You told them about us? Damn you, Lyle. I whored myself to you for my husband’s promotion, without Jim asking me to or knowing I had. All I asked in return was for you was not to tell anyone.”
Lyle nodded, taking a deep breath.
“I implied. There is a difference.”
“Fuck you, Lyle. You outed me to my husband’s competitor. No wonder Jim told me he found out you and I had been fucking all along. Greg had to have told him.”
“No, he didn’t, and I will tell you why.”
“You’re such an asshole Lyle.”
“I know,” he said and continued. “But Greg didn’t know about us two, and I thought the bastard should pay the same price as your husband. So, I looked at Brenda and said, your wife looks beautiful tonight. Doesn’t she Greg?”
“Brenda smiled and said thanks or something, but Greg finally got the point. He sat there stunned, looking at me, then his wife before nodding and looking back at me briefly. That was all it took him, Amanda. Seconds, and he was agreeing to my request.
“When I raised an eyebrow at Greg, his wife began to wonder what us men were inferring to. Brenda looked at her husband for a few seconds, and by the way he avoided her stare, she realized what he’d done.”
“How did she react?” I asked.
“She looked ashen in shock. It’s not every day a woman’s husband tosses her on the poker table as a chip for his advancement.
“Greg?” she looked at him imploringly. “Please, Greg… no.”
“She could have won an academy award playing the damsel in distress. That money-hungry bitch. But Greg would not look at her in the eye. He instead looked at me to save him from having to tell his wife what was expected of her. How he was willing to give Brenda to me for a promotion.
“You are such a shit!” I replied in disgust.
“Wait now; you haven’t heard the whole story.”
My curiosity won over my disdain for Lyle, so I let him continue.
“After the initial shock, the lovely and gracious Brenda looked at her drink, then her husband. The look on her face I will remember for years. But I bet Greggy wishes he could forget. Because when they looked at each other, they both knew what was at stake. And they both had ownership of anything they did from that moment on. If they refused, they lost the promotion chance. And not just one of them. Both of them.
“We have worked hard for this promotion Greg,” she told him. “If the Blairs are ahead of us, I want to hear from you what is expected of me. I don’t want Mr. Rolston to ask me. I want you to tell me.”
“Greg took his time but then eventually nodded. Brenda was undeterred.
“Tell me! Tell me what you want me to do, Greg,” she pressed him. She wanted him to say it, so there would be no ambiguity later. When he hesitated, she took his face in her hands and looked into his eyes. “If you want me to take this promotion across the finish line, you have to tell me to.”
“And what did he do?” I interrupted Lyle on the edge of my seat.
Lyle smiled before he continued the story of the Donaldson’s.
“I’ve done all I can, Brenda,” Greg said in resignation, then asked me, “Is there anything more I can do, Lyle?”
“Yes, Greg,” I replied. “You have to tell your wife what you want her to do.”
“It’s interesting how people react to such moments, Amanda,” Lyle said, sitting back. “They think they are on top of a situation, and just when they think they know who and what they are, it all flips on them, and they have to make choices.
“Choices that determine their success or failure professionally at the cost of their relationship, marriage or self-respect. I saw that look on both their faces. You never had to face that. For us, it was about me being your fuck buddy, or one of them on the side. Oh yes, you eventually reminded me that you had been paying for James’s promotion since before he was in contention. But there was no shock between us. Not until that night. But not like the Donaldson’s had to face shock.”
“The only thing is that they are still together, and I lost Jim.”
“You are right, on that, kind of,” he said, looking away then back at me. “What happened to you and Jim was my fault.”
“Not just yours. I let my pussy get the best of me that night. Jim and I argued that night about how much he was working and neglecting our marriage. He told me that he had all the weight on his shoulders while all I cared about was getting laid. It was the first time my hubby and I had discussed our open marriage since he agreed to it. It was his idea, I reminded him and brought up the woman he was fucking in your accounting department.”
“Did you expect him to sit around waiting for your sloppy seconds, Amanda? He fucked her and some women on the road just to keep his self-respect. James is no cuckold.”
“I never asked him to be that. You may not think so, but I had more respect for him than that. It’s one thing for a couple to be swingers or have an open marriage. It’s another totally to have a one-sided open marriage and to demean him and humiliate him. Anyway, that night he pissed me off, and it’s why I let you fuck me. Not to mention I was ovulating and was horny as hell.”
“I’m sorry, Amanda,” Lyle said with an apologetic look.
I waved my hand dismissively in response and wiped a tear from my face. Deep down, I was as guilty for what had taken place as Lyle was.
“So, what did Benda do?”
“Well, she pressed her husband, making him squirm. Finally, Greg looked at her and threw his hands up in frustration.
“Unless Lyle is asking me to blow him and let him have my ass…” he trailed off, letting her figure it out.
“No, I am not,” I told them both. That got their attention.
“Actually, Brenda,” I corrected her, “Do you think it’s easy for Greg? If you go through with this, you will look down on him from after and blame him. I can see it in your eyes and the way you are looking at him. I asked your husband to be a cuckold so that you can enjoy a better life. If anything, your husband is the only one that has been doing the heavy lifting so far. Not you. And if you do take part in this, he will be a cuckold forever.”
“But I work and support him,” she protested.
“Right,” I replied. “You make a fraction of what Greg earns, and when his promotion is on the line, you try to guilt him and make your husband become a willing cuckold. So loving.”
“No, I…” she tried to protest, but I had enough of her shit.
“No, Brenda,” I cut her off. “I’m asking you now. How bad do you want the lifestyle that goes with that promotion? It’s your call. Your husband will have to watch his wife get fucked by his boss. But you… you princes have to fuck his boss for a promotion. What will it be?”
“Holy shit!” I exclaimed. “You said that to her?”
Lyle nodded with a sardonic smile.
“The prissy bitch deserved it,” Lyle said. “It pissed me off that she dumped it all on her husband. Here he had worked his ass off for two years to get to the Superbowl, and she wanted to guilt him knowing she would benefit from his rise in the company.”
“Well, don’t keep me in suspense, Lyle. What happened?”
“Oh, it was quite the moment, Amanda,” he smiled. “The princess wilted as she decided that she wanted all the stuff that goes with Greg’s promotion. I knew she would. From the minute she pushed Greg to admit he wanted her to fuck me. If she had any notions of self-respect and wanted to refuse, she would have done it right away. Not play the “tell me to do it” game so she could have cover later.
“By not refusing my proposal outright, she admitted to her husband that she was willing to whore herself for stuff and money. She chose to sell her body for their promotion. But she tried to act like the chaste damsel first. What a load of horse shit. I have more respect for honest prostitutes than women like her.”
“Was I any different?” I asked my husband’s ex-boss.
“Yes, you were… you still are Amanda.”
“I was a slut, Lyle. And still am.”
“You’re a slut, and I’m an asshole. So what? At least we know who we are and admit it. We are not hypocrites.”
“So you tapped Brenda’s ass, and that’s how Greg became the new VP, right?”
“No, Amanda,” he said, shaking his head. “Yes, I banged the whore as he watched like a good cuck that he is jerking off.”
“No way!” I said in surprise and amusement.
“Yes, way. It’s why he will say nothing. He knows I will expose him to everyone, and he will be humiliated. As for the whore, I went around the world with her. Yup. I went in every whole, and she acted like she loved it. I was not as attentive on her ass as I was with yours, by the way.”
“Oh, poor Brenda!” I feigned shock at what I heard as if I cared about the Donaldson bitch.
“You call me slut and her a whore. What’s the difference? We both fucked you to get our husband’s promoted.”
“That’s bullshit, Amanda, and you know it. You and I started before there was a VP slot available. For us, it was sex and a friendship. And you ended us when the VP competition started.”
“But I came back, Lyle. Didn’t I?”
“Mandy… sorry. Amanda,” he corrected himself, but I barely noticed as I was busy feeling sorry for myself.
“You said you came back to me so I would give the VP slot to Jim, but I know better. You needed the sex. Oh, you like me, but you don’t love me. I’m not stupid. Enjoying a lot of sex and having a lover on the side is slutty. But you’re no whore Amanda.
“I so wanted to laugh when you came back and said it was to help Jim get promoted. In all the time before, I don’t remember you asking me to give Jim special treatment. You respect him too much for that.
No, Amanda, you just said that for your ego. To not admit you needed the sex and had to come back to me. Good sex and friendship are hard to pass up when we are lonely, aren’t they?”
“Am I that transparent, Lyle?”
“I should talk. I banged the wife of my best employee. I did it because you offered it, and he let you have lovers. But I had wanted you for some time. You’re fucken sexy as hell. But…”
“But what?”
“You are Jim’s, Amanda. I know you two have a bond no one will ever break. You didn’t come to me for love, nor did you look for Jim’s replacement as some women do with their husbands when they do a wealthier man. You came over for the sex because your body craves it. Oh, you and I had fun hanging around, but I would see you checking your phone for texts from Jim and how your face lit up when he called.”
Lyle’s expression and tone of voice changed when he said the last part. Almost as if… what?
“Lyle, I…” what could I say to him. He was right about all of it.
“Now, Brenda,” he said, changing his demeanor back to what it had been. “Brenda. That is a conniving whore. She put out for me just for material things. That is the difference between you.
“Oh, you should have seen it, Amanda. She made a show that she was doing this reluctantly as she knelt on the floor. But her lips and mouth on my dick were not reluctant at all.
“When we went to the bedroom for the around the world Olympics, she was top notch and VERY enthusiastic. But I could not seem to get the thought out of my head that it was all fake.
“So, Brenda had it coming,” Lyle chuckled. “So did Greg. Both are greedy whores. But that’s not why he is the VP.”
“Why then?” I asked, my mind on the husband I had lost and still loved.
“Because before I could tell him he won the VP slot, Jim resigned and told me to go fuck myself,” Lyle said, nodding at me as I looked at him with disbelief.
“How? I mean, when? I thought you fired him.”
“The next day, and no, I did NOT fire your husband,” Lyle recounted. “After he moved out of your place, James came by at work. He asked to see me, and I let him in the office. I was about to apologize and tell him that he had the VP slot, but I never got the chance.”
“So, Jim was still in town that day,” I said, thinking back. “I thought he just drove off.”
“No Amanda. He was still in town, as my jaw will attest.”
“Jim hit you!”
I was stunned. Because of his military training, Jim could kill a man with his bare hands. As such, he avoided confrontations and never raised his hand at anyone, not to me and not to anyone else.
“It was more like a bitch slap on steroids. I didn’t realize he was that strong.”
“Part of Jim’s recovery has been strength training to get his muscles working correctly again,” I said, still trying to get a grasp of my husband actually hitting someone. “He slapped you?”
“Yeah,” Lyle said apologetically. “I deserved a bitchslap after what he heard me say.”
“You deserved more than a slap Lyle,” I corrected him. “What possessed you to say what you did?”
“I… I don’t know,” Lyle replied, looking away again. “I got carried away, Amanda.”
It’s strange but gone is his usual arrogance and self-absorption. His response was almost contrite.
“You think?” I ask. “The nerve of you to say that!”
“Look, in my defense, I didn’t know he was back in town, let alone in the house.”
“Still, Lyle, you were disrespecting my husband in his OWN house!”
“I know Amanda… I know.”
“You had never done that before. Why that night?”
Lyle was playing with his cup that was now empty. He found no answers there. Or maybe he already had them because what he said next floored me.
“I said it because… because I’m jealous of him. I was then and still am.”
“What!” I was stunned.
***
Lyle and I
This was Lyle Rolston! Not some weak, insecure everyday guy. The man oozed confidence and sex appeal. That he was jealous of anyone was a shock. Yes, my husband was as handsome, if not more so, than Lyle was. Jim is ten years younger, and let’s be honest, has a bigger dick than Lyle. But I never told Lyle that. Any woman who tells a man the size of another lover’s cock if it’s larger is an idiot. For all intents and purposes, you just destroyed the man’s ego. And also, his worth as a lover with you from then on.
I had picked Lyle to be my one lover on the side as he was fit, handsome, and single. Jim and I had opened our marriage to get relief when he was not around, but my husband had not asked me who I had chosen. With Lyle being single and absorbed in his business, I thought of him as just a fuck buddy. A friend with benefits. Booty call.
And I thought he did as well. I mean, Lyle had other women. Jim had told me so, and I had seen him with them at parties and dinners. Not wanting to break up a marriage, I had kept away from taken men we knew.
Jim and I had an unwritten agreement that we would not flaunt our lovers to each other, and neither of us had. My husband confined his forays to “strange” only out of town. And when he was home, I was practically raping him every chance I had. The poor man probably went on trips to recover.
I never faulted my husband for some side companionship away from home because he had been understanding about my needs when he was gone. After all, that’s how an open marriage works. It’s how we made it work anyway. I had all the love I needed from him and he from me. The side people were just for the sex and companionship.
At this point, let’s discuss the 800-pound gorilla in the room. Open marriage, swinging, or cuckolding, or whatever non-exclusive marriage people may choose to have. I get how some, no… most of you think a marriage has to be exclusive or else it’s wrong or immoral. That may work for you, but this is not your marriage. This was mine and Jim’s. And he and I, like other non-exclusive couples, make our own choices.
We don’t force them on you, so spare us your indignation and judgment. The only person I had to answer to was my husband. He is still the only man I love and care about. What Jim and I did with others when he was away was something we had both agreed on, which is a lot better than most of you hypocrite types who cheat. My husband and I gave each other the trust and permission to have discreet lovers when he was away on trips. And that was my relationship with Lyle. Discreet.
The big mistake I made was that I picked my husband’s boss as a lover. And if I ever get my husband back, that mistake will never be repeated. Jim was not in contention for the VP slot when Lyle and I began our affair. In fact, back in those days, there WAS NO VP slot open, and my Jim thought of leaving Lyle’s company. That events would change, placing my lover in control of my husband’s and my future was not something I anticipated. If anything, I expected Jim to land a job in another city and for us to move. In that case, Lyle would be but a pleasant memory.
Still, I went out of my way not to carry on with Lyle outside his condo. I spent some nights there with him, and we had dinner at his place on some evenings. But we never went out as a couple. If anyone saw me with Lyle, it could get back to Jim, which would get awkward for him.
How did we start?
It had been at a party at Lyle’s place. Jim was out of town, and Lyle invited me. I thought nothing of it as his girlfriend would be there. I had fun mingling, chatting, and dancing with people. It was common for me to socialize when Jim was away.
Lyle’s girlfriend had left early with an upset stomach. So, it was just him and I cleaning up after. That was nothing uncommon as Jim and I had been at his place many times. Only this time, my husband was on a business trip, and I was alone with Lyle. He and I talked as we cleaned and eventually sat on the living room couch. Not close at first, but a person’s width apart as we finished our drinks and chatted.
Something about his voice and demeanor got to me. I guess it had been brewing over the last few months. There had always been an attraction between us, with light flirting and innuendo that had not gone past that. But it all came to a head that night. Neither of us had a partner, and well, there we were. I was horny, and of course, he was too. There was an impasse in the conversation when he and I stared at each other quietly before he spoke.
“Oh, Mandy,” he said, using that nickname for the first time. “You are so beautiful and sexy.”
“Thanks Lyle,” I replied. “You are a handsome man yourself.”
He smiled, looking at his drink then back into my eyes. And I felt my pussy get wet. It always gets wet and aroused even without a handsome man flirting with me. There was a time that I was angry that it did. But by this point in life, I had accepted it. This is how I am, and I won’t apologize for it.
“The thing is… you are married, I know your husband, and he works for me.”
That moment, I thought ‘He works for you for now,’ but I kept that to myself.
“OK, Lyle,” I replied with a coy smile. “We both know all that, so what’s bothering you?”
“Well, for one, I don’t want to disrespect Jim, and well, if you and I…”
“If you and I what?” I teased him.
“Come on, Mandy,” he sighed as he gave me his signature, “I want you” to smile. “You know what we are talking about.”
So far, not a single touch or kiss or anything else sexual had taken place. Lyle was sitting there in gray suit slacks and a white shirt, while I wore a slinky yellow dress and red pumps. OK, they were tall “fuck-me pumps,” but I was at a party and wanted to look my best. My legs and face are my favorite asset anyway from upfront. My tight ass is next, and my boobs last as I’m a 34-B cup. My thick nipples were an asset he could probably see pocking through my dress, as they get hard at the same time my pussy gets wet. I knew he wanted what I had, and I was staring at his bulge becoming more pronounced by the minute.
I had not come to the party to pick up Lyle. But I had hoped to pick someone up if the right candidate came along. That Lyle would be that candidate was a pleasant and unexpected surprise. But there was something I had to do first.
“I understand your concerns and apprehension Lyle,” I said, standing up.
“I’m sorry, Amanda,” he said with a proper host tone. “I was wrong. Let’s forget this…”
“I’m not leaving,” I said, reaching for my purse on the kitchen counter. “I am just getting my cellphone. Sit down, Lyle.”
He seemed a bit confused but also glad I was not leaving. By the time I sat next to him, and our knees touched, he was smiling again, although apprehensively. Still, he kept his hands to himself.
“Now, I want you to be quiet and just listen when I call my husband, OK?”
“Amanda, please don’t tell him. We’ve done nothing and can just leave it at that.”
“Lyle, I don’t plan on telling my husband who I am with, but I need you to be quiet. Can you promise that? Can you just listen?”
“Sure,” Lyle had said and sat there as I dialed my husband out of town, placing the phone on speaker.
“Hi hun,” I heard Jim. “What’s up?”
Jim and I had talked earlier that evening, so he was not expecting a call from me.
“Sorry to bother you, this late hun,” I said, hoping I had not spoiled his evening with whoever he was with.
“No problem, Ams. What do you need?” Jim used his nickname for me that was Ams. Something I never let anyone call me but him.
“Well, I am here with someone. A new friend, if you know what I mean.”
“Eh, hum…” Jim replied with and chuckled, knowing precisely what I meant by friend.
“Anyway…” I giggled back while biting my lip, looking at a surprised Lyle. “My, “friend” is a bit reluctant to play with me knowing I am a married woman. I was hoping that you could set his worries and apprehension aside if you would.”
“I see. OK, mister mystery man,” Jim addressed Lyle without knowing who he was, nor expecting to. “My wife Amanda and I have an open marriage arrangement. I trust her to pick a safe and respectful partner to spend some time with between the sheets. That includes any sexual position and act she feels comfortable to do with you.
“That means you and only you. Not your friends or anyone else. During your time with Amanda, you will be respectful and not hurt her in any way. She is not to be marked when she returns to me in any way. That Amanda is willing to play with you tells me that she trusts you, and I respect her judgment.
“I hope that answer’s your friend’s questions, Amanda. Let me know if I need to say more.”
Lyle smiled then shook his head in amazement.
“No, hun,” I replied. “I think he got the gist of it. Sorry if I interrupted anything.”
“I was in between things. So no, you did not interrupt. But something is coming up, so unless you need anything…”
“No, we’re good,” I laughed, knowing what he meant. What was coming up was my husband’s cock. “You have fun, my love, and thanks for all you do.”
“That’s what SHE said.” Jim replied with a deep laugh before he gasped. “Good night hun.”
Then Jim hung up, and I turned to look at a stunned Lyle.
“Wow!” was all he said. “So, you two never know who you each have sex with?”
“If I trust him and he trusts me, we don’t have to. I have not asked who he is with and he does not either.”
“I think I know who,” Lyle said with a smirk.
“I don’t want to,” I replied sternly but still smiling. “It’s Jim’s business. Just as this is mine.”
At that point, we both stared at each other quietly, knowing what was next. Well, I knew what I wanted him to do. I just wasn’t sure what Lyle intended. So, I made the first move by standing, taking his hand, and urging Lyle to rise. Once he did, we walked to his bedroom.
It was a bit awkward, as most first times are with people. But we undressed, and I saw Lyle’s manhood stand at attention. He was about an inch and a half or so smaller than Jim but was shaped differently. While Jim has a shovel-shaped head and his shaft is as thick from top to bottom, Lyle is more cone-shaped. His head is smaller than his shaft that flares wider behind his glans and thicker yet by the base.
While I love my husband’s eight-inch tool, I am not a size whore. One ten-inch cock was all it took for me to never let anyone that big in me again. Knowing my past, Jim never abused me with his larger-than-average tool. Some of these guys just prod a woman’s insides as if drilling for oil. While some women can take a big one inside them, I can’t. So, Lyle’s six and a half inches were just fine with me.
I was able to get Lyle in my mouth and then later in my pussy. He felt just fine in both. As Lyle was not a fast cummer, I had at least five small orgasms fucking. My pussy is made that way. I cum easy, so some orgasms are spectacular, while others are just the standard fare. What was interesting was how long he lasted. That is rare in men. So, I finished him in my mouth and swallowed as he tasted fine enough to.
I cum easier than most women, so the experience served its purpose. But while it was good, it was not earth-shattering. I mean, there is no way a new guy can compete with my husband, nor was he supposed to anyway. He was polite enough to say it had been great, but I knew better. It had been “good.” Great comes in time.
Lyle offered me to stay the night, but I found that too intimate and drove home. I’m sure my husband’s boss wanted a repeat the next morning or during the night. But I never did that with new lovers, not wanting to make them think they owned me. Boss or not, Lyle had to accept that I was Jim’s wife, and that was that.
The next day he called to chat and say what a good time he had. But I was non-committal and said it was fun.
“Would we do it again?” Lyle had asked.
“Maybe next time Jim is away,” I replied, leaving my options open.
“I look forward to it,” he replied.
“And Lyle,” I told him. “I know Jim’s schedule for travel. If it moves up unexpectantly, you and I never see each other again.”
He was silent for a few seconds then agreed. I knew that if I gave him an inch, he would take a mile. But then that applied to most extramarital lovers I had before him. I wanted the sex as well, but I had to be cautious with Lyle. But then so did he.
Fucking an employee’s wife would not go well for him in a lawsuit if it came to that. After all, it is the 21st century, and that is our legal environment. Lyle had placed his proverbial dick in a blender with my finger on the on button. By his own choice. He knew this, so I did not have to remind him.
“I’ll call you the day after Jim leaves.”
***
Jim had returned from his trip, and we proceeded to fuck each other’s brains out. It was a great two weeks before Jim had to go on a trip again. We kissed, said our goodbyes, and my husband drove to the airport. I used to drive him and pick him up, but he had started leaving his car in long-term parking a couple of months earlier. I assumed someone he was flying out with was his out-of-town lover. Probably a coworker, as Lyle said he knew who my husband was fucking out of town.
Since Jim left that morning and we only had a quickie, I was horny by early evening. My body works that way. It’s hard to explain to people who can’t relate. But that’s how my life is. And why my husband agreed to an open marriage.
I debated calling Lyle, but I had told him we would meet the next day. Not wanting to seem desperate, I resisted the urge and played with my toys instead. But I didn’t get far as my cell rang.
I had already talked to Jim before he went to dinner. That was also part of our routine. It was code for “I’m going to dinner with someone and will be busy after. Don’t expect a call.” I could respect that as I had done that myself to him in the past. After a while, we called each other around six PM and not after. So it was not Jim.
You guessed it. It was Lyle, and in half an hour, I was over at his place. Soon we were undressing each other in his living room like teenagers and fucking like bunnies. And that’s how it started.
Lyle and I continued seeing each other for the next two years. We did more than “see” each other, although we spent a lot of time naked. Each time Jim was away, I was at his place at least three to four times a week. I shed all my other part-time and occasional lovers within a month. The reason? I liked Lyle, and we were what some call sexually compatible.
He may have been my husband’s boss, but his and Jim’s work never seemed to come up in our conversations. We talked about other stuff. We rolled our eyes at each other as we were on opposite sides politically and coexisted. While Jim was away, that is.
Lyle was not as exciting as Jim. No one has the intensity my husband had. But Lyle had staying power and a willingness to please. And while he was older, he had a high sex drive. You could say Lyle had a cumming issue. I think he came once or twice a day at most, sometimes not at all. But he could fuck on demand and maintain an erection for hours. I could cum twenty or more times in a day with him. It was what I needed while my husband was away.
***
the VP competition
Jim and I usually did not tell each other who our lovers were. Some people in open marriages did, but we did not. There is a drama that goes with knowing your spouse’s lovers that we both decided to avoid. Our decision and philosophy on having an open marriage was trust. It’s something imperative in extramarital sex marriages, not just the “open” kind.
Around the time Lyle and I began our affair, I had to decide if I was to let my husband know who I was spending my time with when he was gone or not. On the one hand was our rule not to reveal who our lovers were. On the other was that I was letting my husband’s boss fuck me.
But as time passed, Lyle did not bring it up, and there were no changes for Jim at work. So, I was lulled into complacency. After a while, I wore wigs and, with makeup, looked different enough for Lyle and me to go out. It was fun to go out knowing I would have a good time and get laid without the everyday stress and baggage of dating. I knew Lyle still had a couple of semi steady girlfriends, so I never monopolized his time. Our relationship was friends with benefits. Period.
Then out of nowhere, something happened that changed everything for all of us. One of the VPs in Lyle’s company died in an accident. After the funeral and such, it became apparent that there were two candidates to fill the slot: Greg Donaldson and my husband, Jim.
Up to this point, I had not told Jim that I had been sleeping with his boss when he was away. Nor had he asked who my lover was. But I realized that with Lyle having to decide who the VP would be, sleeping with him was not a good idea. If anything, it would be terrible for all of us if it were found out. So, I told Lyle that we had to end it. I could tell he did not like it, but he abided by my decision.
The businessman part of him understood. But the man with a dick in him craved what he and I did. Two years of near regular sex had led to an attachment. And not just on his part.
We both tried replacing each other. I had the looks to attract men of my choice, while Lyle had the money and power that seem more of an attraction to some women out for a good time. Or even women out to land a rich husband. His girlfriend Vera Midori sure had those aspirations. She had been a former cheerleader and actress from LA. Vera, an American born of Japanese descent, had it all going on, including the law degree and job as assistant prosecutor. And boy, did she look the part of the hot Asian “IT” girl.
She and I had ran into parties and had been cordial. Still, we women have this intuition thing going that tells us who else our man finds attractive. As much as Lyle and I tried to hide it, Vera knew, just as I knew that Jim had an attraction for one of his coworkers.
She was someone I recognized from parties at his job. Belinda Gray-Cummings. Five years older than Jim and me, with three children at home, she was a numbers expert and divorced. Her parents watched the kids when she traveled on business… with my husband.
And Belinda had quite the body on her as well. Long legs and tight ass, just as Jim liked them. All I had to do was look in the mirror and see his type. I did feel a bit of jealousy; I am human, after all. But not as much as I thought I would.
Jim would dance with her a couple of times a night at parties. Usually, slow dances where they kept a respectable distance while they chatted and gazed into each other with the same familiarity I had with Lyle.
***
With the VP competition in full swing, I stayed away from Lyle. I had two former part-time lovers to go to if I wanted. One was now married, so he was my desperation go to. The other was single but was now a second shift police detective. So, he was out as well as our work schedules were different. That meant I had to find a new lover. Which meant I had to go looking. That meant fucking new strangers and usually lousy sex.
On Jim’s first two-week trip out of town, I almost went insane and wore out my toys. When Jim came home, I wore HIM out. Soon he noticed and asked me about it.
“What’s going on, Ams? You’re acting like you didn’t get any when I was gone.”
“No, I didn’t. I had to let my “friend” go,” I replied.
“Is everything OK?” he asked with concern. “Are you in any danger?”
“No, Jim. Thanks for asking.”
“Is there anything I can do?” he asked.
I so wanted to scream out. “Stay home to fuck me?” But I didn’t.
“I’ll find someone eventually,” I replied. “How’s things with you at work with this VP possibility?”
“Lyle is holding off for two months before making his final decision. Until then, he will put Donaldson and myself through the wringer to see who the survivor of the gladiator match is.”
“Anything I can do?” I asked because it was expected of me.
“No, we’re good. I’ll tell you something, but you need to keep it to yourself. I have a new client lined up to come on board. Neither Lyle nor Greg Donaldson know I’m negotiating with them. If I bring them in, the competition is over right then. So please, say nothing to either of them and definitely, not Brenda. OK?”
“I’m proud of you, Jim,” I said. “And I love you.”
“I love you too, babe,” he replied. “I got us covered. But I’m worried about you here alone.”
“I’ll manage,” I told my husband. “You just focus on the task ahead. I’m glad you are not alone when you are out there.”
We looked at each other without saying a word. We both knew the score.
The next day, I sent a rose bouquet to Belinda with a card.
“Thanks for all you do. But he is still mine.” I had it signed just “A.”
The afternoon the flowers were delivered, she was waiting for me outside my job. We recognized each other instantly. After polite and slightly awkward greeting exchanges, we went to a local coffee shop to talk.
“Amanda,” she said right off when we were seated. “I have no intentions on Jim at all. I know he is yours. I don’t want to cause issues between you two.”
“Does Jim know you and I are meeting and that I know what you are to him?”
“No,” she shook her head.
“Belinda, I need to know. Did you get a divorce last year to be with Jim? Or because of Jim? Are you in love with Jim?”
She smiled and padded my hand. Unlike Brenda Donaldson, who I instantly classified as a snake, Belinda came off as the opposite.
“No, NO, and definitely NO. I like Jim and enjoy my time with him on the road. But I know my place. He has made it abundantly clear from the start. I have a boyfriend here in town, but he is not sure he is ready to be exclusive, and to be honest, neither am I. But if he were to ask, I won’t drop him, and Jim would need a new… traveling companion.”
“I’ll take your word for it,” I replied. “Please take care of Jim on the road. I can’t believe I’m saying this to my husband’s traveling girlfriend.”
“I will,” she replied. “he is a sweetheart. And to tell you the truth, Amanda, so are you. He loves you. I can tell and am a bit jealous. I want what you two have. Only with a guy of my own. Does that make sense?”
“Belinda. Could you have a relationship the way Jim and I have?”
“I don’t know,” she replied. “I have never loved anyone the way Jim loves you, and you love him. Maybe if my boyfriend were like you two, I think I could. I spent a lot of time with my kids when I am back, which leaves me less for him. It’s complicated.”
“Jim and I wrote the book on complicated, Belinda. Anyway, I need to get going.”
“If you need to contact me, this is my e-mail,” I said, passing her a card.
“It was nice meeting you.”
“Likewise,” she replied, and we parted.
***
I lasted three days into Jim’s next trip out of town and called Lyle. And he invited me over on the spot. To his credit, he listened to me that I was there to influence his choice on the VP slot in Jim’s favor. But as he said to me later, he didn’t buy it and just let it go as if I never said it. Nor did I ever bring it up again.
Once again, we had our private trysts and did not speak of anything related to his work. Once again, the sex was great. I finally came to terms with it. I could not tell Jim, but I needed the physical touch when my husband was gone, and Lyle was giving it to me without asking anything else of me.
All the tension of the time away from Lyle came to a head that first time back to him. With him able to fuck without coming, I went insane on his dick. I came over and over until I fell over in exhaustion, losing track of how much I had cum. Part of my nymphomania is occasional bouts of sexual abandon. Having explained all that to Lyle, he let me sleep after. The poor man never came. He just took care of himself as he touched my body while I slept. It never creeped me out. If anything, I made it up to him that morning and later on that evening of the next night.
Two days before Jim was to return, I would stop having sex with Lyle. I wanted to be on a sexual edge when my husband returned so we could reclaim each other. And we always did. Jim did not ask if I had a new lover or returned to the one whose identity he did not know.
And then, the world caved in.
***
Götterdämmerung
Lyle and I had gone out for the evening while Jim was in Miami. I wore a wig again, so I was unrecognizable as we went to a play. I had to pee bad, and since we were close to mine and Jim’s place, we stopped there. I was in the master bathroom checking myself in the mirror when Lyle got frisky. Before long, we were doing our fuck dance in the guest room.
We didn’t do it often, but I occasionally entertained Lyle at our place. We always used the guest room, but one night he ambushed me in the bathroom, and before long, we were fucking in the main bedroom. I was too horny and worked up to think of the implication of where we were fucking until Lyle started talking.
He said stuff one would find in a porn novel. Things like:
“Take my dick in your married pussy.”
“I bet you have never been fucked like this before.”
But when he said: “Tell me I’m better than your husband,” I was close to an orgasm and not exactly thinking straight.
“Oh yes, baby,” I played along. “Fuck me with that big dick.”
I didn’t mean to affirm he was better. I was literally just this close to cumming and was saying. “Oh yes, baby. Fuck me with that big dick.”
It was then that he said those words that ruined my life.
“That’s right. I’m better than that cuck husband of yours.”
I had just gasped and moaned a good cum, but my mind was clearing and heard what Lyle had just said about Jim. Raising my head from the pillow to look up at Lyle and give him shit, I froze.
Standing by the door was my husband. He had seen me with Lyle on our marital bed and heard all what his stupid boss had said. The hurt and disappointment on his face were hard to miss and harder to see. Jim shook his head at me and turned to leave.
“Jim, no! Please come back!” I heard myself yell while Lyle was still fucking me.
“Get off me,” I said, smacking Lyle and yelling at him. “Stop and get off. Jim was just here and saw us.”
That finally did it, and Lyle snapped out of the dumbass universe he had gone to.
“GET OFF! Get off me!” I yelled as I heard the front door slam shut.
I ran naked to the door, but Jim was nowhere to be found. Opening the door, I saw that I thought was his Infinity driving off down the street. Realizing what had happened, I started crying uncontrollably while leaning on the doorframe naked.
Lyle pulled me back in and closed the door, but at that point, I was beyond caring which neighbors saw me naked. Those fading rear lights had been the fading embers of my marriage. I didn’t need to be a genius to figure that part out.
This next year has been a mess. Jim disappeared, and I heard nothing from him. he never replied to my texts or voicemail. I e-mailed him and sent letters to his parents for them to pass on to him. But I received not a sign of life from him.
After a month, I had a nervous breakdown and ended up in a private institution that Lyle paid for. I lost my job and lost Jim’s and mine place if Lyle had not paid off the bills each month, I was at the care ward. Of course, I found that out later.
Three months later, I was released and tried to pick up the wreckage that was my life. Lyle tried to apologize, but I would have nothing to do with him. Eventually, I got another job and found out that Lyle had paid off the mortgage and my car loan. Since I refuse to see him, his lawyer brought a certified check over to my new job for a million dollars. My first instinct was to tear it up. But I realized that I may have to live without my husband’s financial help and took it. Considering the damage, Lyle had done to my life… it was the least he could do.
Using some of the money to hire an investigating agency, I found that Jim had left the country to work for a British company. When I contacted them, they refused to give me his whereabouts.
Thinking of his traveling girlfriend, I tried contacting Belinda Gray. She had not heard from Jim either. At least that is what she told me. I begged her to tell me where he was, but she swore on her kid’s life that she did not know. We both promised each other to let the other know what we found out.
Then three months ago, I was served papers. We were officially separated for six months from that day. If I did nothing, we would be formally divorced in three more months as we had no children together. I refused to sign the papers hoping against all hope that he would change his mind.
In desperation, I sent Jim letter after letter to his British employer. I explained everything to Jim, hoping he would understand and come home.
“Jim,
I know I hurt you by letting Lyle come into our home and trash-talk you. I was wrong to for some many things. I know what he said was hurtful. I was in the middle of coming when he said what he said that it barely registered in my mind. But when I saw you at the door, I knew the damage it had cost to your heart and ego.
Please come home. I love you.
Ams.”
All I received after that was a small note.
“My heart will mend. But my ego is dear to me if not you and your fuckbuddy.
Just sign the papers.
Fuck you, Amanda.”
But I just could not let go. Instead, I sent Jim more letters that went unanswered.
And today, Lyle called and wanted to talk.
“You were jealous of Jim?” I asked, trying to control my anger. “Why?”
“Because he was everything I never was. I knew what a Navy SEAL is and Jim’s record. I hired him remember? And…”
“And what?” I spat at him.
“And he had you,” was his only reply.
He was bleeding from where I had used a table vase to bash him over the head. Throughout the whole time I was hitting him, he never fought back, other than to try and cover his head. His hands were cut and bleeding as well as his head. All he kept repeating was:
“I’m sorry, Mandy. I’m sorry.”
The more he said Mandy, the more I bashed him. I had lost all sense of sanity.
“Sorry, I bet you are sorry motherfucker!” I yelled. “You ruined my life and marriage. Jim is 100 times a better man than you. And he has a bigger dick and more character than you.
“He let you have me when he was away. But that was not enough for you. You cucksucker, was it? WAS IT?”
Two police officers had to pull me off, Lyle five minutes later.
He was whimpering and saying, “I’m sorry,” as the cops cuffed me.
“Don’t hurt her. It was my fault he was crying to the cops. I ruined her life. It was my fault. IT WAS MY FAULT! Mandy, please forgive me.”
“IT’S AMANDA, ASSHOLE!” I yelled as they close the back door to the police cruiser.
My life had gone to shit.
