Open marriage
written by:
JL

OPEN MARRIAGE

I pulled my cock out just as I was about to spurt. Kathy grabbed it and tugged at me with a happy smile on her face.

The cum spewed all over her trembling boobs. "Oh yeah . . ." I groaned. "Oh yeah . . . oh . . . yeahhhh . . ."

Cumming inside her pussy was better, but Kathy liked to see the sperm flowing from my cock, especially after she hadn't seen me or my cock for a few days. She held onto me until I finished, and then she laid back and rubbed my cum into her tits. "Mmm . . . . I needed that."

"Yeah." I reached for a glass of water. "Me too."

Kathy had long blonde hair and tits that wobbled enticingly whenever she thrashed around on our bed. Or the kitchen counter. Or the shower floor. Or the balcony at noon, that one time. Or . . .

"So," she asked. "How'd it go when I was gone?"

I smiled. "Fine. What about you?"

She grinned. "You first."

***

Arlene looked up as I pushed open her office door. I had a bottle of Wild Turkey in my hand.

"Let's celebrate?" I asked.

In her mid thirties, Arlene was a little older than Kathy, and she had blonde hair like hers, although it was shorter and curlier. She was taller, with slender hips and long legs. Arlene usually wore a short skirt, and I'd made a point of watching her stride up and down the halls.

Arlene looked at the bottle with a smile. "Okay." She started to shut down her computer. "What exactly are we celebrating?"

"Your figures. The sales figures. You saw the email."

"Oh, those figures?" She flipped a lock of hair over her ear. "You're talking about business figures, right?"

"Well . . ." I grinned. "Do you want a drink or not?"

"Make sure the door is locked." She found two clean paper cups. I secured the door and opened the bottle.

I'd been flirting with Arlene for months. She didn't take it seriously, but she'd never shot me down either. Her professional suits and short skirts didn't do much to hide her curves, and as far as I knew she wasn't married and didn't have a boyfriend. And she knew about my arrangement with Kathy.

She took off her jacket and hung it over the back of her chair, revealing a loose, cream-colored blouse. "Everyone gone home?"

It was 6:15, and getting dark outside. "Pretty much." I threw my jacket on the floor.

"Wouldn't want to get caught getting drunk in the office."

I loosened my necktie and sipped my drink. "Riiight."

"So." Arlene perched on the edge of her desk and crossed her long legs. "What's the deal with this ‘open marriage' thing you're always talking about?"

Yes! But I sipped my drink quietly before answering. "Well, you know, we just decided early on to be realistic. We're both going to be attracted to other people, but that didn't have to wreck our marriage. So as long as we're still committed to each other, we don't have to limit ourselves."

"Do you get jealous? Ever?"

I'd been married to Kathy for five years. A lot had happened. "We had to agree to be honest all the time. There was one guy she was seeing I didn't like, but that was mostly because he was a jerk. And she couldn't handle me being with one of her friends, so I had to break that off. If it happens we pull back and concentrate on each other for a while. So far it works."

"So far."

"Yeah."

Arlene poured herself another drink and undid a button on her blouse. "So if she told you not to do it with, say, a co-worker, you wouldn't?"

I shrugged. "We don't have absolute veto power. But I probably wouldn't if she asked me not to." I poured another drink for myself. "But she hasn't said that."

"Have you done it with anyone here?"

I answered carefully. "There was Kasha." In her twenties, dark hair, slender and full of energy when she got naked. "But she got another job. I actually wouldn't tell you about anyone here right now." Candy leapt to my mind. Short, red-haired, and horny. We'd done it in the big conference room a couple of times.

Arlene smiled. "So if . . . if we did it, you wouldn't tell everyone in the office?"

I shook my head. "No way."

She seemed to think about that. And then she poured herself one more drink, as if she needed the courage. Finally she said, "Are you sure that door is locked?"

I stood up and double-checked. When I turned around, Arlene was pulling her blouse off.

Her boobs were bigger than I expected. Her white bra looked ready to burst. She dropped the blouse on the floor.

"Wow."

Arlene walked slowly across her office. "It's my tits, right? Everyone loves my fucking tits."

"Well, they're nice," I agreed. "But—"

"Shut up." She grabbed my shoulder and pulled me forward. Her bra rubbed against my shirt as she kissed me, hungry like a teenager at the prom.

She started struggling with the knot of my tie. "Fucking neckties," she whispered. "I hate this dress code."

I moved close and reached around to unfasten her bra as she unsnarled my necktie. She unbuttoned my shirt and yanked it down.

I unsnapped her bra and threw it across the office, and then leaned back to get a good look at her boobs. They rose and fell as she pulled my shirt off, breathing deeply. Her nipples were big and rosy, and they jiggled as she tossed my shirt at the door.

"You love my tits, right?" She rubbed her boobs, swaying back and forth. "JCome on, just say it."

I looked into her eyes. "Yes," I said. "I do love your tits."

"Everyone does." She ran her hands up and down my bare chest. "Squeeze'em," she ordered. "Lick'em. Suck'em. Kiss'em. It's my favorite thing."

I took them in my hands and squeezed gently. Arlene closed her eyes and sighed. I leaned down to take a nipple in my mouth, and swirled my tongue around the tip. She shivered. Then she planted a hand around my neck and pulled me closer. I sucked and she squirmed, gasping.

"That's it," she murmured. "Guys love licking my tits, oh—oh—oh . . ."

"What do you like?" I blew across her nipple.

"I like . . . I like . . ." She dug her fingers into my shoulder. I went to work on the other tit, gently t first but then harder, biting her nipple as lightly as I could while she moaned and squirmed.

My cock was throbbing inside my pants. I reached for the waistband of Arlene's short skirt and started tugging it down. She wiggled her hips and let my pull it as far as I could without letting me go as I sucked her nipple, and then she sighed and stepped back, yanking her skirt down to her ankles and kicking it across her office.

Arlene stood in front of me in just a black thong that hugged her pussy that way I wanted to. She smiled. "Get naked," she said.

I stripped as fast as I could, until I stood in front of her nude, my cock erect and pulsing. Arlene smiled, looking at my naked body and my hard prick.

"I like a good hard one." She bent down to slip her thong off. Her pussy had a thin strip of soft hair around it.

She dropped her thong on the floor, and then she pulled me across the floor to her desk. "I like getting them hard. And ready." She pushed me down against the edge of the desk and knelt between my legs.

Fortunately, her computer sat on a separate table. I slid the Wild Turkey bottle out of the way and leaned back. Arlene took my shaft and held it in her hand, just staring at the tip of my prick, breathing hard.

"I must be really drunk," she said.

I got nervous. "You don't have to—I mean, if you want me to leave . . ."

"No." She shook her head. "I just really, really want to taste some dick." She started running her hand slowly up and down my cock. "It's been a while, I guess." She licked her lips. "You've got a nice one."

Then she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around it. "Mmm-hmm," she murmured, her tongue swirling around my shaft. I gritted my teeth against the initial desire to cum right away, and after a moment she let me go and dropped her head to kiss my balls.

"I almost forgot what it tasted like," she said. "Your wife gets to taste your cock all the time. Lucky bitch."

"That's what I tell her."

She laughed and went back down to my cock, sucking it between her cheeks with a loud sigh. I leaned back and closed my eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling of her lips and tongue around my shaft. "Ohhh . . ." I moaned. "Oh yes. Oh yes."

Arlene ran her hands over my balls as she sucked, and I felt her boobs against my legs. I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling for a minute with blurry eyes, and then she stopped and stood up. My cock twitched, pointing straight up.

"Move back," she ordered. "I want to be on top."

"Ride'em." I slid across her desk and knocked two file folders to the floor. Arlene grabbed the Wild Turkey and took a long swallow straight from the bottle before setting it on the floor. Then she climbed up onto the desk.

I watched her body, nude and already sweating, as she lifted one leg over my hips. Her tits trembled. She bit her lip, grabbed my cock, and then slowly lowered herself down to my hard prick, easing it with a soft grunt.

I grabbed at her hips to help her balance, and then my hands instinctively rose to her tits. She leaned down, dangling them in my face with a grin.

I stretched my neck so I could suck one of Arlene's hard nipples into my mouth. She gasped with pleasure and began slowly rolling her hips back and forth, her pussy squeezing my upright cock inside her.

"Ohhh . . ." She smiled. "I like this open marriage thing. What if—oh yeah—what if she could see you right now? With your cock up inside me . . . like that, yes, just like that . . ."

I felt her juices running down her thighs as I thrust up into her. She grunted as she met my thrusts with downward lunges, the muscles tight in her long legs. I tried to switch back and forth between her breasts, but her frenzied motions had them swinging too wildly for me to keep up. So I clutched them in my hands, squeezing, and then let them go to watch them wobble and bounce over my face.

Arlene straightened up and leaned back for a moment, hands on the desk behind her, panting like a dog. I stroked her slick thighs, staring at my cock as it slid in and out of her slit. I was getting close to cumming. I bit my lip and kept pushing.

Arlene sat up suddenly, and her face twisted like a person in pain. I caught her hips. "You all right?" I gasped.

"I'm fine," she murmured. "I'm cumming. Oh fuck, I am cumming now!" Her mouth and eyes popped open wide, as if an orgasm amazed her, while the muscles inside her pussy seemed to clamp around my cock.

"Me too." I leaned back and smiled up at her, and she nodded once and then threw her head back. I expected a wild screech from her throat, but she was almost silent as her body convulsed on top of me. Her tits were shaking, and I grabbed them, gasping with loud grunts as I shot my sperm inside of her.

Arlene clutched my hands to her breasts, rolling her head back and forth as she came. Finally she let out a soft sigh and leaned down, pressing her hands on my chest as I gazed up at her flushed tits, her neck, and the dazed smile on her face.

"Fuck," she breathed. "It's a good thing you've got an open marriage, or I might have to kill your wife."

"No violence needed," I assured her. I reached up to stroke a nipple. "She'd probably join in. If you're up for that."

Arlene licked her lips. "Really? Mmm, I might be."

***

"Well, I'm glad she doesn't need to kill me," Kathy said. "When is she coming over?"

"Next weekend," I said. "Now tell me about you."

"Hmm." She was still naked, her body glistening in the bedroom light. My cock started growing again. She sat next to me and ran her hands up and down my leg. "There were these two guys . . ."

***

"So," Kathy asked between kisses. "You want to come up to my room?"

Zach had a hand on her leg. His friend Larry was kissing her cheek. "Which one of us?" Zach asked.

She giggled. "Both of you, idiots."

The two men looked at each other. "Wow," Larry said.

Now Kathy laughed. "So I suppose you've never had a three-way? Well, now's the time, guys." She stood up.

Kathy is a top salesperson for her company—and not just because she's a short, hot ball of sexual energy. She's good at what she does, so she gets sent to sales conferences all the time. And that gives her a chance to find new playmates everywhere she goes.

Larry and Zach were young guys, in their twenties, and they'd gotten lucky enough to get sent to their first conference. Kathy had spotted them on the opening day, and spent the rest of the conference flirting with them, first one at a time and then, as they got closer to the final night, both together. Now they were in the hotel bar, in a back corner booth, making out. And she was ready for some action finally.

Zach was a black guy, skinny and tall--a lot taller than Kathy. He had short black hair, but his friend Larry had a ponytail and a beard and a short, stocky, muscular body. She'd checked them out at the hotel swimming pool, and caught them trying to look at her in her blue bikini as she sipped a mimosa. Other guys at the conference had hit on her almost nonstop, but she'd kept her eyes on these two. Until the time was right.

"So are we going to do this?" she asked.

The two guys gulped their drinks, paid the bill, and followed Kathy to the elevator.

They continued kissing and making out as the elevator rose—even though they weren't alone. An older couple watched them, and Kathy thought the woman sighed with envy as the doors finally opened and the three of them spilled out into the hallway.

In the room, though, the two guys suddenly got shy again. Kathy kissed them both to warm them up a little. They ran their hands over her body, pulling at her dress, until she backed away with a smile.

"You guys ever been in a threeway before?" she asked.

"Not with each other," Larry said.

Zach laughed. "He's never been with a real woman."

"Hey!" Larry lifted a wobbling fist. "Dude, that's no way to talk about your mother."

Zach laughed harder. "Okay, okay man." He squeezed Kathy's ass. "Since you asked, yeah, I had a threesome. I mean, once. What about you, loser?"

"I, uh, well—I've watched them in videos," Larry said. "For practice."

"All right, I'll tell you what." She kissed them both. "When I come back, I want to see both of you naked. And ready."

They started unbuckling their belts before she closed the bathroom door.

In front of the mirror, Kathy quickly stripped out of her short orange dress, and pulled off her bra and panties. She stood in front of the mirror to look at her body.

Firm tits—check. Flat stomach—well, maybe she could work out a little more, but basically, fine. Landing strip—smooth. Wet, horny pussy—definitely.

She claims she was thinking of me, but I don't believe her. She was thinking of the young meat waiting for her out in the other room.

Kathy rubbed a finger across her pussy. "Okay, boys," she whispered to her reflection in the mirror. "Ready or not . . ."

They were both naked. And ready. They stared at Kathy's nude body as she stepped out of the bathroom, and she stared back with a wicked grin.

Larry's cock was short but thick, hanging down between his legs, and it began to rise as his eyes gazed up and down her short, sexy body. Zach's long black cock jutted out from his stomach, thin and erect.

"That's more like it," Kathy whispered.

Zach's cock was throbbing as she led them over to her king-size bed. He started kissing her breasts and licking her nipples with soft moans. Larry ran his hand up and down Kathy's smooth legs, between her thighs, teasing the edge of her pussy.

Kathy shivered. She felt Larry's cock poking at her leg, and reached down to stroke it slowly. She felt the precum over its tip. With a grin, she spread it around with the tip of her finger.

Kathy sat up on the bed abruptly so she could grasp both of their cocks at the same time, one stiff prick in either hand. Larry smiled and lay down, hands under his head, gazing up at her body and enjoying the feeling of her hand stroking him.

Zach rolled toward her and slipped a hand between her thighs. Kathy gasped as she felt his finger on her clit, and opened her legs to give him wider access. His cock felt like a steel rod, but his friend was pulsing. She leaned over.

Larry's thick prick barely fit inside her mouth. He squirmed as she sucked at it, squeezing her shoulders and breathing hard. Kathy tasted his precum now, and she knew he was close to spurting. She tried to take it slow, but Zach's fingers inside her pussy made concentration difficult.

She hadn't had a good orgasm in days—since she'd left town for the conference. Zach was bringing her close, and she wanted to enjoy it. So she sucked Larry urgently, stroking his balls, and he didn't try to fight it. As Zach explored her pussy with a second finger, Larry grunted and came, filling her mouth with his sperm.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah," he groaned. His cock pumped a heavy load into her mouth until she has to turn away and wipe her chin with one hand, swallowing his cum with a wide grin. He patted her shoulder.

"Not done yet," he told her.

"Fuck, I hope not." She blew him a kiss and rolled over onto her back again, pulling at Zach's arms. "Come on, stud, come on . . ." Her pussy was aching for a hard cock inside her.

Zach reared u and pulled her thighs wide. He mounted her with a loud hard grunt, driving his prick down deep inside her wet pussy. "Take me," he moaned. "Can't wait . . ."

"Don't wait," she rasped. "Just do—just do it!"

Kathy turned for a moment as Larry climbed off the bed, and gazed at his ass as he staggered to the mini-refrigerator for a beer, his cock still dripping from her blowjob. Then she looked up at Zach's face. His eyes were glittering with lust, as if he couldn't believe what was happening. Kathy licked her lips, and lifted her legs high into the air. "Do it," she ordered again.

Zach thrust into her hard, and Kathy's head dropped back. "Fuck! Oh fuck yes!"

Zach's prick sank all the way in, and for a moment the room spun around her as she shuddered with pleasure.

His face loomed above her, and his cock rammed hard inside her. She reached up to stroke his chest, then let her hands slip down to clutch at his ass. Zach nodded, gazing down at her tits as she bounced up and down, and mouthed a kiss at her nipples.

Zach kept up a steady, machine-like rhythm as if he could keep his cock hard for hours. Kathy had to close her eyes to enjoy the hardness of his dick, and then open up and look down to gaze at the sight of his dark organ plunging in and out of her. She came once, with a short, loud shriek of ecstasy, but Zach didn't slow down and soon she was cumming again, gasping mixed with laughter as she enjoyed the delightful sensations between her thighs.

He didn't even seem close to cumming. Kathy blinked her eyes, and then she saw Larry standing next the beer, a beer in one hand—and his thick cock, hard again, in the other.

"Are you—going to—cum soon?" she gasped to Zach.

"Not yet," Zach grunted.

"I want to—switch around—okay?"

He glanced over at his friend, and grinned. "Okay." Zach pulled out.

"There's no point in having two hard cocks to play with if I have to do it one at a time, is there?" Kathy laughed. She rolled over with a sigh of happiness and stretched.

Larry and Zach stared at her, both their cocks hard and throbbing. She licked her lips.

She motioned Zach to a chair. He sat, his dick sticking straight up. Kathy leaned over him, hands on the chair and legs spread wide.

"Come on, big boy," she told Larry. "I want to feel it."

With a wide grin, Larry positioned himself behind her and rubbed his hands over her ass. "Okay," he said, his voice trembling. "Okay, here it—oh!"

Larry's cock entered her slowly but firmly. Kathy stiffened, stroking Zach's balls as Larry pushed his thick, meaty prick all the way inside her. He held it there for a moment, as if catching his breath. Then he leaned forward and began a steady back-and-forth thrust into Kathy's wet pussy.

"Ohhh . . ." Kathy's pussy was pulsing with lust. She saw Zach looking at his friend, and then she remembered his waiting cock. She bent down to take him between her lips as Larry explored her hole with his throbbing cock.

Filled up by two cocks pushing and slapping at her hot little body, Kathy felt incredibly excited. Sweat mixed with her seeping juices and Larry's precum running down her thighs, and she could taste Zach on her tongue as he struggled to control his oncoming orgasm. This was everything she wanted right now—two naked horny men taking as much pleasure from her body as they gave her in return.

Larry started fucking her faster and harder, grunting with each thrust as if every one got better for him. He slapped her trembling ass once, and her legs shook, and then he dug his fingers into her hips and held her tight. "Oh fuck yeah," he groaned. "Oh fuck yes."

Zach's dick stayed hard as Kathy alternating between stroking and sucking him. He reached down to cup her tits in his hands for a moment, then leaned up, shoving his organ deep inside her mouth. "Suck it!" he murmured. "Suck me, yesss . . ."

She had no idea how long they went on. Neither man seemed to slow down or tire, and her clit tingled with a threesome of orgasms, one after another, as Larry's fucking grew wilder and more frenzied.

Zach bucked his hips in the chair, moaning louder and louder. Kathy felt as if her entire body was on fire with sexual energy. Larry slapped her ass again.

Larry roared as his cock began spurting cum deep inside her. A moment later Zach sank down into the chair as his own prick let loose. Kathy had to slurp hard and fast to swallow it all, and she was aware of Zach's semen filling up her pussy and dripping down onto the hotel carpet.

Larry held onto her hips as he pumped load after load into her. "Take it," he moaned. "Take it . . ."

With one last swallow Kathy let Zach's still quivering dick slip from her mouth. "Mmm . . . mmm . . . ahhh!" She squealed with delight as she came again.

Larry kept spurting his sperm into her. She rubbed Zach's legs and looked over her should to wink at her other lover.

Larry saw her and smiled proudly. "Was that—was that good?"

"Very good," she assured him. "And you too." She patted Zach's knee. He nodded.

"But the next one will be even better," she told them.

***

"Okay, you won," I laughed. "Did they go all night?"

She gazed at my dick, which had gotten stiff again as I listened to her story. "Until about 4:30 or so. They had energy. Did you bring Arlene back here?"

"No, it made her nervous. We went to her place. And took the next day off."

Kathy rubbed her pussy, ready for another go. "You should bring her over. Soon." Then she reached for my cock.