My wife Kendra and I are both in our early 40s with no kids.

We enjoy our freedom to travel and pursue all kinds of hobbies, including sex. I wouldn’t say that we have a completely open marriage. It’s more like one with “occasional, negotiable openings,” if that makes sense. Whenever there is an “opening,” there are rules.

Besides total honesty and safe sex, the number-one rule of the game is that no fucking is allowed until the wife sees and approves who she is — and vice versa. Neither one of us has ever asked to formally meet the other person, so there are never any awkward introductions. My wife and I like to play this game of covert “check out.”

Sometimes I’ll tip her off with a text and Kendra will walk by the café and peep through the window, or I’ll tell her to drive through the park so she can watch the potential babe jogging. (If it’s one of her playmates, she might tell me what bar she’s sitting at and text a description of the potential guy. That kind of thing.)

The other woman has no idea that my sexy wife is checking her out, which makes it even more exciting between the two of us. We also never share information about each other with our respective play partners other than the fact that we are happily married and that the affair is copacetic with our spouse. The other rule is that any “play time” is strictly sexual; there’s no “dating” on the side or any kind of emotional involvement beyond the occasional hot hookup.

I’ve never been “denied,” and Kendra had good reasons for the denial since it could have harmed one or both of us professionally. Which brings me to the final rule, discretion: no coworkers, no friends of friends — nothing that could become needlessly messy or complicated. And lastly, while this isn’t a “rule” per se, Kendra and I try to keep tabs on how frequently we both seek out playmates, just to make sure that it really is all about playing and having fun to enhance our marriage instead of feeling like we’re lacking something and looking elsewhere. We would never want the thrill of our “occasional openings” to get out of control and lead to alienation of affection or worse.

Our type of arrangement is a fine line to walk, and I thought I had it pretty well figured out. But my incredible wife still found a way to surprise me this past summer. Months later, my head is still spinning with lust and newfound possibilities.

First off, Kendra is absolutely fucking gorgeous. She’s got shoulder-length, layered auburn hair, green eyes, full C-cups tits that are a mouthful, and a cunt and asshole that love getting stuffed. When I met her back in college and figured out that I was dealing with a real nympho who had a real heart, marrying her was a no-brainer. In the event that she would ever ask for our adventures to cease and desist, I would be happy just having her — although I get off when Kendra tells me about her occasional flings with other guys. My wife, my love, my cock-hungry slut.

Going back to the “no coworker rule,” I’d never fuck my secretary. She isn’t my type, anyway, but even if she was, that would be too disruptive, too risky. However, when my secretary went on leave to care for her ailing mother in Phoenix, the temp agency sent over this babe named Hallie who was fresh out of college.

Hallie was unbelievable: long legs, long tumbling dark hair, pretty light blue eyes, and a great ass in a pencil skirt. Hallie was bubbly with an openly flirtatious way about her. If she were my permanent secretary, I’d be in so much trouble.

After meeting Hallie, I immediately went home to my wife that night and asked if we could maybe make an exception. After all, as a temp, shewould be gone in a month, and this chick was just too enticing not to sample. “Please, honey? Do you think you could check her out?”

Kendra smiled. “If you say she’s that hot, then I definitely want to see her. Why don’t I come by tomorrow and take you to lunch?”

I was in conference calls all morning long and didn’t expect Kendra until 1 PM. Imagine my surprise when I emerged from my office to see Kendra and Hallie giggling and talking at the reception desk. Upon seeing me, they both turned and Kendra waved me over.

“Hi honey,” I smiled curiously. “I didn’t think you’d be here yet.” I kissed her on the forehead and nodded hello to Hallie.

“My morning appointment canceled, so I came here,” Kendra smiled. “Hallie and I were just having some girl talk.”

“Your wife is really cool, Mr. Hatfield,” Hallie smiled.

I laughed. “Yes, she is definitely something special.” I paused, glancing from Hallie to my wife, trying to figure out what was up. “Well, we’re off to lunch now, so hold down the fort.”

“Yes, sir.” Hallie smoothed her skirt and sat down at the desk.

“It was nice meeting you, Hallie.” Kendra turned back and waved.

We got into the car, and I could barely contain myself. “Well?”

Kendra smiled stoically. “I understand completely why you want her, Kirk. She is a morsel, but, let me sleep on it, okay?”

“Of course.”

We headed to lunch and the rest of the workday went along as usual. That night, I met Kendra at home for dinner and her phone buzzed.

“Oh. Hey, honey?”

“Yes?”

“So, I maybe might have some fun, too. Do you think you’d be up for ‘meeting for a drink’ at the Grand Hotel?”

“I unzipped and stood back, watching Kendra strip Hallie of her bra and panties.”

“Oh? Sure.” I grinned. “Who am I checking out?”

Kendra smiled. “Oh, I think I’m going to keep you in suspense until you see for yourself. But if we’re all good, I’m going to get dressed and head down and why don’t you follow me in about twenty minutes?”

“Sounds like a plan to me.” If my wife wanted to regale me with some fun in the meantime, I wasn’t going to complain.

As instructed, I waited about twenty minutes after Hallie left to head over to the posh hotel bar. It was surprisingly crowded for a weeknight. My eyes roved through the crowd, searching for my auburn-haired goddess, and that’s when I saw Hallie waving to me from a corner booth. Surprise, surprise — as I made my way over, my wife stood up and greeted me.

My eyes must’ve been as wide as saucers.

“Hey honey. You can pick your jaw up from the floor now.” She giggled and kissed me on the cheek.

Hallie giggled, too. “Good evening, Mr. Hatfield — I told you your wife was cool.”

I grinned from ear to ear. “Ladies, what have you two been plotting here?”

“Why don’t we head upstairs and Hallie and I will show you?” Kendra smiled and took Hallie’s hand. The girls walked hand in hand all the way to the elevator, giggling and looking back at me.

Somehow we made it to the room without everyone ripping their clothes off, but when we got there, everything happened fast. Kendra pulled Hallie into a passionate embrace and unzipped her slinky cocktail dress. And then I felt Hallie reaching over to tug on my belt. I unzipped and stood back, watching Kendra strip Hallie of her bra and panties.

And then I reached over and unzipped my wife’s dress. I kissed my way down Kendra’s neck and back. “I love you, babe,” I whispered, unhooking her bra.

Kendra whispered back. “I love you, too. Now let’s enjoy this.”

Hallie was fully nude now in the middle of the bed. I reached around and cupped my wife’s breasts. “Did you see these, Hallie? You can make her so wet when you suck on her nipples.”

“Let me try,” Hallie kissed Kendra again and went to work sucking on her tits.

I got behind Hallie and squeezed her round ass. “I’ve been wanting this since the moment I saw you in a skirt.” I gave her a little swat.

Hallie giggled. “Go on, then, and taste it.”

Hallie straddled my face and let me eat her ass and pussy. Meanwhile, my wife and Hallie had shifted their focus to my erect cock. Their tongues lavished my shaft with wet affection as they took turns trying to shove my length all the way down their throats.

Hallie was frequently distracted by my tongue and would make the most adorable moaning sounds, muffled by my dick.

I groaned, “Ladies, this is heaven, but you’re going to push me over the edge… ”

Kendra looked up and chuckled.

I smacked Hallie’s ass again leaving a pink palm print on her skin. “Why don’t you eat my wife’s pussy? I’ve always wanted to watch her be pleasured.”

Hallie smiled as she embraced my wife again.

“I think you should fuck her while she eats me, honey,” my wife said as she kissed and stroked Hallie’s pert breasts.

My wife held Hallie’s hair back for her and guided the younger slut’s tongue down to her clit. Hallie used her slender hands to grip the inside of Kendra’s thighs as she licked her pussy hard and full. Kendra moaned and clutched Hallie’s hair, steering her head as Hallie cupped her lips and sucked Kendra’s clit.

I slid inside Hallie from behind.

“Oh, fuck!” Hallie squealed. She was tight, and the sensation was delicious.

I grunted as I thrust into her as deeply as I could. “You just make sure to make my wife come, too.”

“Yes, sir.” Hallie moaned. She reached her hands up to Kendra’s breasts, pinching her nipples and slurping all over my wife’s pussy.

We continued like this for a while until both the girls climaxed. Then I insisted on the women switching positions. Now I wanted to fucl my incredible wife while Hallie sat on her face.

Kendra moaned. “Oh, god, she tastes so sweet. Fuck me harder, Kirk!”

After the girls had another round of dripping-wet orgasms, I couldn’t contain myself. I came deep inside Kendra — after all, she’s my wife — but when I pulled out, Hallie volunteered to lick off the remaining come and pussy juice.

I collapsed in an exhausted but satisfied heap. I fell asleep to the sight of Kendra and Hallie kissing and touching each other.

We played with Hallie a few more times before she took another job out of state. And since we realized it is even more fun to play together, my wife and I have agreed on some new rules… and granted each other permission to break all of them.