Day one: This was it. The first day my wife and I were going to try having an open marriage. It was also the first day of spring, which seemed a good time to start. I was anxious, excited, eager.

I felt it was the right move for us. Julie and I’d been married a year, and it had been a good one. But we had been honest with each other. We still felt sexually attracted toward people we met or already knew. Somehow our wedding vows hadn’t wiped that away.

For me, there was the bagel shop employee who had nice curves and big tits and was wonderfully flirty with me. She’d more than once hinted she would seriously like to take me to bed, my marital status notwithstanding.

Julie, too, got hit on regularly. She was a very attractive woman, and she was drawn to men other than me, just as I was attracted to women who weren’t Julie.

We had been open about our feelings. Neither of us wanted to part from the other. Julie possessed my heart in a way no other woman ever had.

But my cock had ideas of its own.

My wife understood. We were too lively to be pinned exclusively to one another forever. We would stay married. But we would give each other permission to go out there and screw around.

And we were raring to explore our newly declared freedom.

On that first day, we both set out for our jobs. I stopped at the bagel place, eager to see the flirty blonde. But I was told she was off that day.

I went into the office with new eyes. Everyone looked a little different to me. Well, the women anyway. Though there were strict rules about fraternization, I could still steal a few harmless covert glances at some of the decidedly attractive ladies employed at the firm.

Suddenly, I was aware of curves and cleavage, of makeup and perfume. The world felt wide open, even though I would never consider any kind of an affair with a coworker.

The day passed in a happy daze. When work was done, I headed toward home. During the drive, Julie texted me: “Met a friend. I’ll be home late.”

I stared at my phone until the traffic light turned green. As I drove on, I examined my own reactions. It was plain what the message meant. My wife was with another man and was likely being entertained in a carnal capacity!

But I didn’t feel the ugly bite of jealousy. Julie was a lusty spirit, and that energy had been repressed during the past year, despite her very true feelings for me. Having been set free, she was just using her body as she liked.

I decided not to go home. Instead, I went out for a steak dinner at a ritzy restaurant I’d previously gone to with Julie. The pretty waitress recognized me. She had a nice smile.

In her friendly manner, she asked where my wife was. I said she had plans of her own that night.

“Oh?” the waitress asked, tilting her head. A mischievous sparkle twinkled briefly in her eyes.

Later, when she brought me the check, I asked on impulse, “You got any plans this evening?”

She paused, seeming to consider something. Then she said, “Actually, you’re my last table. I’m going to a party. Would you like to come with me?”

I looked at her in that new light. She was a hot woman, and if she made overtures to me, I was available. Her name was Tracy.

“Yes, Tracy, I’d love to go.”

Just like that I was driving her to the party, held at someone’s house. I felt a little silly still wearing my business suit, but everybody there was friendly, in a hipster Bohemian way.

Tracy stayed at my side the whole time, and she got friendlier as the night wore on. She’d lean in when talking to me, laugh appreciatively when I said anything witty and brush my forearm now and again.

Those little gestures added up, and when I put an arm around her shoulders, she snuggled immediately against me. The warmth and softness of her body gave me a serious hard-on. It had been more than a year since I’d touched any woman like this, other than Julie.

Tracy leaned in closer, her lips grazing my cheek, and whispered, “Want to come over to my place?”

Hell, yeah!

Again, I drove, my palms damp on the wheel with my rising excitement. I was intensely aware of Tracy’s presence in the passenger seat. Her face was flushed, and she kept licking her full lips.

We got to her apartment and wasted no time finding her bedroom. Still standing, we embraced, our mouths coming together hungrily. And there it was: my first post-wedding kiss with someone who wasn’t my wife!

But it didn’t matter how long it had been since I’d locked lips with another lady, I told myself. Desire pushed out all extraneous thought. Julie was free to do what she liked. Same went for me. There was only the here, the now and the woman whose tongue was tangling with mine.

We stripped out of our clothes, items sliding away easily as we exposed our flesh. I gazed at her ample breasts, and she ran her fingertips down my bare abdomen. I helped her step out of her black waitress pants, and then she grabbed hold of my stiff cock as I skinned off my briefs.

Her touch sent jolts of hot joy shooting through me as she pumped my shaft like she’d done it a hundred times before. I palmed her right tit, feeling the stiff resilience of her nipple. My other hand slid between her smooth thighs to tickle the slickening lips of her shaved pussy.

We were still standing. The bed beckoned, and we climbed onto it. I could smell her scent on the sheets, something cool and floral mixed with an enticing natural fragrance.

We pulled tight against one another, hands roaming and mouths finding each other again. Our kiss was deep and urgent. I pressed my stiff cock to her soft, flat belly. She straddled my thigh and rubbed her slippery slit against my leg, which quickened my pulse and made my flesh tingle all over.

Tracy rolled me onto my back. She shifted herself toward the headboard with a needy look on her comely features. She threw a leg over my torso. Suddenly, her knees were on either side of my head, and I was gazing up at the gleaming stripe of her wet and ready pussy.

She made a mewling sound that was irresistible. I cupped the lush halves of her ass and drew her down onto my mouth, where my tongue awaited.

Her taste was different than that of my wife, and that notion awoke dormant pleasures inside me. I licked her up and down, seeking out the urgent bud of her swollen clit.

As I tongued her needy nub of hypersensitive flesh, she ground down on my face. Her ass flexed under my hands, and she smeared her pussy on my mouth and chin. She groaned with pleasure, and the sounds rose in pitch until they turned into a long squeal of ecstasy.

Her pussy’s wetness streamed into my open mouth. I swallowed everything she gave me, feeling her juices warm me all the way down.

She swung off me, like a cowgirl getting off a saddle, as a happy grin lit up her face. She lay on her back, stuffed two pillows behind her head and indicated I should climb atop her face.

Eagerly, I planted my knees on the bed just above the points of her shoulders. My hard cock stuck out over her mouth, and the anticipation of feeling her lips wrapped around it made me shiver.

But she first went for my balls, ducking under my shaft to gently suck each pouch in turn and making me moan with delight. Then she finally took my whole nutsac in her mouth and bathed it with her tongue.

My balls felt like they were humming by the time she moved to my dick. Looking down in a daze, I watched her lips close around my thick cockhead. Her tongue swirled over me, giving me a lovely jolt of pleasure.

As she started swallowing my shaft, I instinctively leaned forward slightly. She closed her hands over my ass and drew me further toward her. I saw my rock-hard dick disappearing into her mouth, with nary a gag reflex to interrupt the filthy proceedings.

Finally my spit-wet balls were pressed to her chin. She seemed so open and willing, so I decided to fuck her mouth.

I gave her one deep stroke, watching her face to make sure she was OK.

Her expression conveyed nothing but sexual rapture.

I grabbed the headboard and started fucking her face in earnest. She took every plunge fearlessly, making groaning noises, which added thrilling vibrations to the experience. I watched in sexual delirium as my cock rocketed in and out of Tracy’s mouth.

It went on for a while. But I sensed we both wanted to take this thing all the way. I wanted to leave my load in her pussy and wanted to feel her cunt climax around my cock.

Again, I moved onto my back, and she climbed aboard, impaling herself on my dick. She pressed her palms to my pecs and flexed her hips as her beautiful body moved up and down effortlessly. I felt the slick clasp of her warm body around my pulsating staff.

She rode me in frenzy, and when her climax arrived, it shook her to her bones. I moved her off me and had her grab the headboard while she was on her knees. I moved in urgently behind her; it was time for my release.

I pounded her doggy-style, already wild with passion. Our bodies smacked together loudly, and I drove myself to her deepest place as my fingers sank into the globes of her ass.

She wailed out another orgasmic cry, just as my jets of cream started to fly. The intensity made me dizzy, and the pleasure was like something out of a dream.

We were friendly afterward. There was nothing awkward about our afterglow. I said good-night and headed home.

Julie was already there when I arrived. By the sated look on her face, I knew the friend she’d met had shown her a good time. Again, I examined my reaction. I was fine. More than fine. Ours was now the perfect marriage.

And at the end of day one, I took my wife into our bedroom, and we fucked each other’s brains out.