A young couple happily pursue sex outside their marriage, secure in the knowledge that each passionate escapade only deepens their love for each other

We decided even before we were married that a strictly monogamous relationship would be too stifling for us. Linda and I had both been quite active sexually before we met and took great pleasure in cultivating new friendships in which sex was an important ingredient.

This lifestyle takes great care and patience. The first year Linda and I lived together, we spent a lot of time with each other exclusively and this helped us build a strong bond. So, by the time we started feeling the confinements of monogamy, we were already so secure in our feelings for each other, we felt able to explore sex with others without threatening our emotional tie.

Before my first affair outside of our bedroom, we had a lot of nervous conversations in which we fantasized about what we desired in a new lover for me, and about Linda’s dreams. Sheila wasn’t quite what we expected our first new partner would be like, but she certainly was sexually exciting. As an advertising executive, l interact with a veritable cornucopia of people while pitching my company’s ideas. It was during such a meeting that I met her.

The marketing director of a thriving chain of shoe stores, Sheila was in her early thirties, tall and slim, with slender, almost boyish hips. Her black hair was cut short and slicked back along the sides of her head, accentuating a light smattering of freckles and her stunning gray eyes. Her simple green silk dress was cinched at her narrow waist with a thin leather belt. Although there were eleven people in the boardroom during my two-hour presentation, there seemed to be a sexual tension between Sheila and me.

Luckily, my company won the account, and in the weeks that followed, Sheila and I spent a good deal of time together. My suspicions were confirmed during the first few meetings, as Sheila used every opportunity to make physical contact — from small gestures such as caressing my arm with a fingertip to brushing her body against mine whenever she passed me in the office or in the hall. Sheila had a mischievous, sensual nature that was evident even in the confines of her corporate offices.

I made sure that Sheila was aware that I was involved in a long-term relationship and that I had no intention of threatening it. Indeed, initially I tried to bury my attraction to Sheila by lavishing more attention on Linda. It was after one particular meeting at Sheila’s office that I returned home with flowers and an expensive bottle of wine. After a leisurely supper, I eased Linda onto the living room carpet.

As we kissed, my hand slid under her blouse, unsnapped her bra and massaged her full breasts tenderly. Even as I fondled her familiar body, Linda sensed that I was distracted and pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me.

“What’s the matter?” she asked. There seemed little point in lying, so I told her about Sheila.

“Is your attraction toward her serious?” Linda asked, a little apprehensively.

“No,” I said, quickly reassuring her of my love for her. “But I still have this strong desire to make love with Sheila.”

“What’s wrong with that?” Linda said. She saw my eyebrows shoot up and smiled. She reminded me that as long as we continued to love each other, sex with other people would not affect our relationship.

The next day, I casually asked Sheila out to dinner. She accepted without a moment’s hesitation. “What about your girlfriend?” she then asked, almost as an afterthought.

“We had a talk about it last night, and she’s been thinking about dating outside too,” I told her.

Sheila arrived at the restaurant a few minutes after me. She had gone home after work and changed into a striking red dress with the thinnest of straps and a plunging neckline that revealed her sexy cleavage.

The ambiance was festive, and I was pleasantly surprised to find that Sheila and l shared a number of interests apart from our similar occupations. Like me, she enjoyed swimming and playing squash and had a passion for spy novels. By the time we had finished eating, we were well acquainted.

“Are you ready for dessert? ” Sheila asked, her napkin conveniently sliding off her lap. Stooping to retrieve it, she disappeared beneath the table, and l suddenly felt her hands on my cock, stroking me to a raging erection.

Nervously I leaned over the edge of the table, relieved to see that the tablecloth draped down to within a few inches of the floor. l glanced around to reassure myself that no one had noticed Sheila’s sudden exit, then spread my legs to accommodate her.

Sheila unzipped my fly, and looking down, I felt a flash of panic and arousal, because her delicate white hands, sharply contrasting, with the dark fabric of my trousers, were in clear view of anyone looking. Hastily, I moved forward, sitting on the edge of my chair and making certain that the tablecloth covered me from the waist down.

Sheila’s lips enveloped me, her tongue darting over the head of my penis. She swallowed me slowly, the moist heat of her mouth bathing my cock. She sucked hard on my meat until I could feel her cheeks against the sides of my shaft. Her mouth felt so different from Linda’s, and the combination of this new sensation and the fact that we were sitting in the middle of a room full of people was tremendously arousing. Oh, what bliss!

Taking my hand from my lap, Sheila guided it to a naked breast inside her dress, making me lean forward in my seat. I kneaded and squeezed her soft flesh, enjoying the feel of her cool, smooth skin as she continued her magic on my cock, moving up and down, fucking me with her exquisitely talented mouth.

All around me people were oblivious to Sheila’s under-the-table ministrations, and the pleasure became unbearable and every muscle in my body tensed as I exploded. After the longest orgasm I could remember, I exhaled in a long rush, suddenly aware that I had been stifling my breath for most of the time that that sweet mouth had been sucking my cock.

Out of sight, Sheila lovingly licked me clean and tucked my limp cock back into my pants, then zipped up my fly. Nonchalantly, she emerged from under the table, patting her lips with the retrieved napkin.

With an unspoken promise of more fun and games, I returned with Sheila to her apartment. She led me directly to her bedroom and leaned forward to place a soft, gentle kiss on my lips.

As I undressed her, I couldn’t help but compare her lean, slim figure and Linda’s full-bodied curves. In their own ways, both women were gorgeous, and I realized how lucky I was to be able to enjoy the best of both worlds.

When Sheila was completely naked, it was her turn. She, too, took her time, lingering as each garment was removed to explore my body with her hands and mouth, planting butterfly kisses on my chest and shoulders. She sank to her knees before me, her fingertips teasing me to ecstatic madness, tantalizing every sensitive nerve as she inched my trousers and underwear down.

My erection pointed out at her, stiff, unyielding, completely revived after the attention it had received in the restaurant. Sheila wrapped her cool palm around my cock and, with her other hand, cupped my balls and gently massaged them. A bead of moisture appeared at the tip of my cock, and Sheila’s tongue licked it away.

I lifted her in my arms, her body so much lighter than Linda’s, and carried her to the bed. Lowering my body on top of hers, my cock squeezed between our stomachs, I kissed her hungrily. Finally, I left her mouth for her small breasts, tasting her skin. As I traced their roundness with my fingertips, Sheila moaned with anticipation. The tip of my tongue replaced my fingers as I began sucking her pink nipples into my mouth and rolling them gently between my teeth.

Sheila’s hands were on my head, guiding my inhaled her subtle scents. Then I moved lower. I felt the muscles of her stomach dance uncontrollably in response to my skillful and feathery-light touch.

When I reached her pussy, I could see beads of wetness, like pearls, in her thick, dark hair, so different from Linda’s trimmed blonde bush. I kissed the insides of her thighs, making her squirm, while I inched toward her hot, wet cunt. Carefully I parted her curls, exposing the scarlet petals of her pussy. I ran the flat width of my tongue along her lips, feeling her body writhe beneath mine.

My tongue snaked between her lips and entered her molten channel. I moved my tongue around, pushing into her as far as I could reach, exploring every sensitive fold until my tongue found her clitoris. At the first contact, Sheila arched her back, grinding her cunt into my face. I licked and sucked and nibbled, taking my cues from her moans. I inserted my thumb in her pussy while my tongue danced on her clit.

“I’m coming,” she screamed, her hands wringing the bed sheets.

As her body relaxed, she pulled me up beside her, kissing me, licking her moisture from my lips and chin. Then, pushing me onto my back, she climbed on top of me, straddling me, her pussy hovering above my erection. Grasping my cock with one hand and using the other to spread her lips, she lowered herself onto me. I could feel her heat as my cock-head entered her wet cunt. As I slid inside her, I marveled at her tightness, feeling her lips squeeze me and mold themselves around my shaft.

Then, with a sudden push, she was sitting on my lap, my cock buried deep inside her. Sheila paused for a moment, adjusting to the feel of me inside her. I clutched her hips firmly with both hands, pulling her to me on each downstroke as she started bouncing on my erection. She threw her head back, her body slick with perspiration; as she rode my cock with total abandon. Each thrust brought us closer to the brink. I sat up without breaking our rhythm to suck and bite her tits moments before we exploded. We hung onto each other and rode the crest together.

We lay back for a bit and cuddled up next to one another, telling each other how much we had enjoyed it. After a cigarette and about an hour of casual chatter, I began to think about Linda and how much l longed to see her. I took a quick sower at Sheila’s dressed and headed home to my girlfriend.

At home, I found Linda curled up in bed, reading a book. “How was it?” she asked with a smile. “Good,” I said, “but I missed you.” Shedding my clothes, I slid into bed next to Linda and she snuggled up to my side.

“Tell me about it,” she whispered, her hand reaching under the sheets to stroke my flaccid penis.

Hesitantly, I narrated to her the events of the evening. As I described the blowjob Sheila had given me in the middle of the restaurant, Linda started squirming on the bed beside me. Continuing my story, I eased her onto her back and mounted her, my cock becoming hard again at the familiar heat of her body.

As I described the way I had eaten Sheila’s pussy, I pushed my cock into Linda’s cunt, finding it hot and wet. I pumped my cock into her with slow, easy strokes while I told her how Sheila had climbed on top of me and guided my erection deep inside her channel.

Linda’s eyes were closed as she imagined me lying under another woman, and I brought my lips to her ear, lowering my voice to a sensuous whisper. She started bucking under me, pushing her pussy against my cock and panting loudly as she approached orgasmic release.

She bit my shoulder as she came, her body going limp under mine. Having already come twice earlier that evening, I stayed hard inside her. I gave her a moment to recover, then started pumping inside her again while describing the expression on Sheila’s face when she rode my cock.

“Don’t stop,” Linda gasped, referring to both my whispering in her ear and my cock inside her pussy. She came twice more before I finally exploded deep inside her.

It was Linda’s turn a few weeks later when she went out with one of her coworkers at the office. Frank took her to see an opera and masturbated her to orgasm in the darkened theater box. Later, in his apartment, they spent a couple of hours fucking wildly.

I waited at home for Linda to return. This time she sat on top of me and, in a soft, dreamy voice, recounted the way she and Frank had curled up in a sixty-nine. As she described how Frank’s mustache had tickled the lips of her cunt and the delicious feeling of a strange cock in her mouth, I found myself terribly aroused. Linda teased me with her pussy, slowing down every time I approached an orgasm. She continued for almost a half hour, finally timing our orgasms to occur with the end of her story.

Linda and I were married a few months after that episode. Occasionally we date other people whenever we meet someone we are interested in. But invariably we wind up in bed together, telling each other about our sexual escapades. We have found that having sex outside our marriage keeps our sex life interesting, while sharing the experience with each other strengthens our bond.