Steps
written by:
J&T

STEPS

The progress of an open relationship

I- A PROPOSAL

"It is really sweet of you," Jan said beaming.

They were at their favorite restaurant, having after-dessert drinks. The engagement ring that Todd had produced had a huge diamond, Jan knew it was not fake. They had been dating for six months.

"Aren't you putting it on?"

"You know I'd love to."

"So? Put it on, move in with me, and we have the ceremony as soon as we can get it organized."

"You know what I told you, what we talked about?"

She had told him a lot. The things that she had been afraid to tell previous boyfriends. How many men she had been with. And that she could never be one hundred per cent faithful.

He had said that he understood. "I won't be a perfectly faithful husband either. But we have been exclusive to each other for a while now."

"For two or three months."

"And I also know you won't be a slut. We discussed limits."

"Yes, it's not that I'd be sleeping around with every guy. But it will happen. You travel, so do I, I will get lonely and horny, occasionally. Or I will be at a party and get a bit drunk. Or meet a guy that I just have to have."

He nodded: "We have been through this talk, Jan."

"And you are a super alpha male. People now simply think that I am one girl you are screwing, one that has a sluttish history. You will resent other guys fucking your wife, when it happens."

She was just two years out of college. He was ten years older.

"I won't. It's a small price to pay."

"I'd have to be sure."

"I have promised you."

"And I trust you. You are the first boyfriend I have had that did not freak out when I mentioned how many guys I've been with."

She had told him that one guy had dumped her on the spot when he found out that it was into three figures.

She went on: "But marriage is different. You will be jealous. Living together is different. You will wonder where I am. Always wondering why I'm late. You will ask questions."

"No questions. We talked about that."

"But will you be able to? If you come back from a trip after having been away two, three weeks, will you be able to refrain from asking if I got laid? If I come back late and a little buzzed from some party, won't you ask me why?"

"I won't."

"And one thing leads to another. From did 'you do it' to 'how many times', to 'what did you do, did he make you cum, was he good'. And jealousy will rear its ugly green head."

"I told you: I will keep my mouth shut."

"If friends warn you that have seen me flirt, or at a bar or whatever, won't you wonder?"

"I might, but I will not bring it up with you."

"Why?"

"Because I trust you. I know that you love me, you prefer me, you'll never leave me."

"I don't ever want to discuss with you who, when or even if."

"Fine."

"Are you willing to put it to a test?"

"OK."

"Whatever I say?"

He hesitated: "Sure."

"Put it back in your pocket, pay the bill and let's go."

He followed her out of the restaurant. She was wearing a short skirt which emphasized her long legs and tight slender behind. She was just three inches shorter than his six foot two, and her red hair was a bit wavy and cut to just below shoulder length. Its color was genuine, as he had found out the first time he saw her pussy.

In the car she said: "Drive me to the club where we met."

It was well known meat market. They had met there and left together: they first had had sex within an hour of meeting. Now, Todd drove quietly. As they passed a shopping area she said: "I forgot, please pull over here."

He parked.

"Please get into the pharmacy and buy me condoms."

He swallowed hard. They had gone bareback after a few dates. As soon as they had both gotten tested.

But he was back in two minutes. She put them in her little purse. They drove quietly to the club. On the way, she undid two or three strategic buttons of her blouse, transforming it from a sexy but subdued garment to a flimsy cover that revealed the top of her small cute breasts, which hardly required a bra. Combined with the short skirt it would scream 'I am here to get fucked' at the club.

She kissed him:

"Now you drop me off here. I will get a ride to my place, a taxi if necessary. You go home. Don't try to find out what I do, if I meet anybody, if I leave with somebody, where I spend the night or anything. Or if the condoms get used. Don't contact me until Monday at the earliest. You can decide you never want to contact me again. That'd be bad but better that the alternative of breaking up later. If we meet again ask me no questions about tonight. Not if, not who, nor how or why. If you do this and after one month you offer me the ring again I'll put it on and move in. That's my promise."

"I want to do it a little differently," he said.

"How?" she asked sceptically?

"Put the ring on and go inside, wearing it. Whatever you do tonight, I want you to do it while you wear it. If in the next month I ask you any questions, give it back to me, or flush it down the toilet."

"You want it this way?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"It's a better test. After all, soon enough, the next time maybe, you'd be with another guy with this ring on."

"OK."

They were married three months after.

========================== II Drinks?

A few months after their wedding, they were eating a late brunch, and talking about the long weekend together they were going to have at their beach house.

They had learned a few things during that time. One of them was that it is not easy to keep an open marriage within bounds. Word inevitably spreads: the woman, particularly, acquires a reputation. Some of her partners will talk, brag about having bedded her. Then men will proposition her who would not have done so otherwise, either out of fear of rejection (always so wounding to the male ego) or (much more rarely) out of friendship and loyalty to her husband. To most men, a wife is more or less out bounds unless it is known that she has already been unfaithful. Then, she's a fucked wife and fair game: a fucked wife is a fuckable wife. A fundamental guy rule is that a fucked wife can never become unfucked again, just as virginity cannot be regained. And it is this way that her opportunities, multiply. Eventually, she gets a not altogether undeserved reputation for being an easy lay.

Jan was thinking how amazing it was that an alpha male like Todd had gotten used to being known as a husband whose wife could be had. She was sure his six foot two athletic frame helped: nobody would want to laugh at him to his face. And she also understood that it was his unbending self confidence, his sure knowledge that she was his, that nobody could take her away from him, what enabled him to accept what happened.

Then her phone rang.

"Are you in town? Since when?" Todd heard her say.

"No, I am sorry but I can't make it. My husband and I are going away."

The caller went on but Jan said: "Not even for a drink, no."

Todd asked: "Who was that?"

"Just a guy I met in New York, during my last trip."

She blushed.

"What did he want?"

"He's in town and wanted me to have a drink with him, at his hotel."

"Downtown?"

"Yes." She told him where.

"Remember I have to stop at my office for a couple of hours before we leave. It's practically across the street. You could have -- drinks -- with him and join me after, instead of waiting around."

She stared at him: "Are you sure?"

"Why not?"

"I couldn't wear the beach clothes at the hotel."

To go to their beach house she'd just put on shorts, sandals and a top.

"Wear what you think appropriate and change in my office. Even shower there if you want to."

His office suite had a private bathroom.

She blushed even more.

But a few minutes after Todd heard her call the guy: "I can make it after all. Just for an hour or two."

As they were driving later, she properly dressed, their weekend bags in the trunk, she wondered if it bothered Todd to be driving her to another man. She had suggested she drive her car and leave it parked downtown, he had replied that it was not safe.

She was the one that had insisted on no questions, no discussions. Was it a mistake to keep up the pretense now? Did Todd really think that it was just 'for drinks'. "Yeah, right," she muttered to herself.

When they got to the hotel he asked:

"Are you meeting him at the bar?"

"The bar." She realized that her husband had been asking if she was meeting her stud upstairs in his room and just caught herself before adding that they would not stay there long.

"Are you ready?"

She nodded at the ambiguous question and kissed him. "I'll be in your office in two hours."

As she disengaged she patted his thigh and noticed he was hard.

Two hours after she walked into her husband's office suite. Lipstick was in place, she had put it on in the elevator where she had also straightened out her hastily put on clothes, but her slightly swollen lips and shiny eyes told Todd she wast in the post-orgasmic phase. Her freshly fucked look.

"I will take a quick shower and change," she said.

She was taking her panties on in the bathroom when Todd came in. She noticed a bit nervously the sticky white fluid clinging to her undergarment. Todd approached her from behind and bent her over the sink.

"What are you..." but she knew and she wanted it. Now. She always did and her husband knew it.

He entered very her well lubricated cunt easily and deeply in one stroke. She began cumming right away: as with most women, orgasms arrived much more easily after the first. That's why she always tried to be with Todd as soon as she could, after being with another man. That's why she had allowed guys to share her, back in college, even pulled a train or two.

Todd fucked her fast, hard, either because he was very excited or perhaps a little angry? She couldn't think, her pussy was on fire, his large cock was touching all of her nerve endings even with the extra slipperiness that the viscous result of her previous encounter was providing. It did not last long and it did not have to. When he withdraw, spent, semen began to leak from her well-used pussy.

III The beach house

The next morning, at their beach house, they woke up late and made love slowly, enjoying each other as only well-adjusted long-term couples can. They even had anal sex, which his size made a bit painful unless she was very relaxed. She had joked about it with Ann, her best girlfriend, how the trouble with well endowed husbands was that certain things were a bit rough. Ann had laughed, wasn't it well worth the trouble?

Later she was dumping things from her purse to the beach bag and noting how Todd's eyes were focusing on the contents, she asked him: "Don't you feel at times that you'd prefer having a wife that does not carry condoms in her purse all the time?"

He laughed: "It'd be worse if you didn't. Dangerous."

"You know what I mean."

He got serious: "You should use them more, maybe?."

She knew he was thinking of the day before and asked: "Do you think I am silly about my strict 'no questions' rules?"

"I agreed on them."

"But do they all make sense? No questions, not even who or not even 'if I have'? Take yesterday for example. It was obvious. You knew."

"You said no questions, ever."

"OK, you asked no questions. But --."

"What?"

"Didn't it bother you to drive me to the hotel, to meet a man?"

He was quiet for a minute. Then he said: "We have an open marriage. I have sex with other women, occasionally. Other men fuck you. Sometimes you come home very late. Twice you left our house and came back the next day. You drive yourself to a man's place, or he drives you. You fuck. You take his cock. We agreed, I agreed it was OK. Now, tell me, why should it make a difference in whose car you rode?"

She nodded.

He went on: "Yes of course I knew. That you were going to get laid, than you had gotten laid, and that the guy had not used a condom."

She said: "This was not the first time you knew."

"Right. When you wake me up to make love at 3 am after you return from a party that ended at midnight I surely know you have gotten laid. And if you used protection or not."

"Of course. So, do you think my rule makes sense?"

"If it's important to you. I guess you don't want to have to answer questions."

"Sometimes," she said, "sometimes I feel like telling you. Like if the guy has been very good, if I have enjoyed myself a lot. Some are better than others you know?"

He nodded. "The rule of not asking 'who' is sometimes a bit silly too, because sometimes I know the guy."

"You do?"

"In some cases. For example Josh, three months ago."

"He told you?"

"He asked my permission via text message. He said he had found you at a party and wanted to know if it was true that we had an open marriage. I said yes."

"You did?"

"Why not? You were back very late, so I assume..."

"But this is an exceptional case."

"There are a few more where I've heard gossip."

"Don't trust gossip. But, from now on, you can try asking 'if'. Either if I have done or if I am going to, or think I might. Kind of gently, you know, a 'do you want to tell me about it' kind of way. And I don't have to answer and can stop the conversation."

"OK, then, I have a question."

"Ask."

"The guy yesterday. Did he fuck you back in New York?"

"Back then? No."

"No?"

"There was no chance. And, I actually don't get laid much during trips."

"How come?"

"Because I like to be with you as soon as possible, after. After another man has fucked me and got me going, given me an orgasm or two. And I know you like it too. You like to reclaim me. I have noticed it before."

"That's right. There have been other cases, before yesterday, where I knew somebody had fucked you bareback."

"Only two or three times. And it excited you."

"We were both excited."

"Yes, I was too. Very much so."

He asked: "Now why don't you tell me about one of those occasions where it was so good you had wanted to share it with me."

"I'd have to think of which one..." she said laughing.

"Do you want to tell me anything about yesterday?"

She smiled: "We had flirted a lot in New York, and he knew I was his for the asking. He told me he'd be coming here and he'd call. I gave him my number. As you know, he called."

She continued: "We spent fifteen minutes at the bar and he started undressing me in the elevator. When he dumped me on the bed, I was more than ready and he realized there was no need for more foreplay. Nobody could stop to even think of protection. I was specially excited about you driving me there to get fucked. I knew you knew -- that I was getting laid at that very moment, that another man's cock was in me. After he came in me, we had juice from the minibar and then he mounted me again. It was slower. By the time it was over I really had to run to meet you."

"You were just in time."

"And when you approached me in the bathroom --- it was one of the wildest things we've ever done, because I knew you could not only feel -- his stuff, but even see it."

"It was exciting for me too. You felt good. And it is nice that you told me."

"Really?"

He said: "Now it's your turn to ask a question."

"OK, why were you so hard yesterday when you dropped me off?"

Now it was his turn to be surprised. He did not try to deny it. "It was exciting."

"What?"

"You should remember an erection is involuntary. But a woman that's about to get fucked, as you were... I don't know, it emits some chemicals, or some aura. Also, that you were going to have a good time."

"But with another man."

"Just for two hours and you'd be back. A strange cock in you, up your pussy. You looked so sexy."

"In the car?"

"As you walked away. The skirt is just a bit tight and not too long. I thought of you going up to his room and spreading your long thighs for him."

"Have you gotten excited before?"

"A couple of times, when I woke up in the middle of the night and you were not back. And after I sent Josh the text message."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because I knew he was fucking you. Right then."

They spent most of the day at the beach, which was nearly deserted. When they were back in the house she said:

"I want you to know, I had been thinking for a while that my rules were too much."

He answered: "I think you should tell me when you think you may come back home freshly fucked."

"It is not always planned. Sometimes I just meet unexpectedly a guy in my 'just must have' category."

He knew what she meant.

"Then send a text. That'd be the ultimate sexting."

She nodded.

"And come back as soon as possible."

"I always try. The sooner the better. If I can arrange it. It is not always possible. Like, once I got it in a bathroom in the middle of a party and had to stay for the rest."

He said thoughtfully: "But now, with the new rules, we could make arrangements, to make sure we can get together as soon as possible."

"How?"

"Well, text me where you are, maybe I could get there. Or we could get a room and you invite the guy -- and I come back as soon as he's gone. There are many ways, if we plan."

Both of them had the same thought and dared not speak. Not yet. The easiest way would be if Todd was right there. But they were not sure their marriage was ripe for that step yet.

IV After the Party

About a month after, Jan had to go to an evening party to mark the opening of a new exhibition. Todd asked her if there'd be any guys in her "just must have" category.

"Well, maybe. There's a guy I see occasionally, at the gallery, that has had this effect on me. He may be there tonight."

"Have you ever fucked him?"

"Of course not."

"Then?"

She said nothing but Todd noticed that she did not put on the dress she had earlier gotten ready for the event, but another one, a bit shorter.

He gave her a kiss before she left: "Have a good time."

She said: "OK, I agreed to relax the rules. So you may ask."

"Will you get fucked?"

"He may not even be there."

"Text me if you'll be late."

She came back way past midnight. Todd was upstairs. She saw his cell phone on coffee table and she wiped the screen on. The text messages they had exchanged earlier flashed. She re-read them:

-- may b L8

-- Him there?

-- Y

-- He asked u to lv w him?

-- Y

-- u sd Y?

-- Y She remembered being slow in typing that one letter.

---ok

And, later:

--I lvng w him. Now.

-- hv a gd time

And about an hour later:

-- Coming hm now

She slowly climbed up the stairs, feeling the stranger's thick semen begin to leak from her pussy, dampening her pubic hair.

"Do I have a well fucked wife?" asked Todd.

She took off her dress. "You have a fucked wife, but not fucked enough; she wants more -- she wants your cock."

He was ready and she was ready. It was like at the office one month before but this time in their bedroom, their bed, their own bedsheets that got stained by the stuff dripping from her cunt. It was slower, her orgasms deeper and his slower in arriving.

"What did you do" she asked afterward, "after you sent the last message?"

"Went upstairs."

"I was gone an hour more. You knew then that I had left the party with him to go to his place. You knew what was happening there, more or less. Did you think of it?"

"Of course I did think of it."

"How did you feel?"

"In my stomach, a bit queasy, in my brain, happy. As to my cock, it had a mind of its own."

"You got hard?"

"Very."

"Did you--- masturbate?"

"I did, for a while."

"Did you cum, thinking of me and him?"

"No. I saved it for when you came back."

"Yes," she said "to mix with his stuff."

"It was still there."

She giggled: "I was lucky not to get a speeding ticket."

"How long was it?"

She understood: "Fifteen minutes or so. I put my clothes on in a hurry too."

"Can we do better?"

"I don't see how..."

V- There's always a way

But both of them knew a way, even though at that point neither wanted to mention it.

Over the next three months, Jan became much more relaxed. Her rule about not being asked questions beyond 'if' remained, but she did not object when Todd asked her if she found a guy attractive, if she had thought of letting him have her.

She got laid at another party. Then, after Todd's trip to the middle east, where, as he hinted, a wealthy emir had sent two Thai whores to his room, Jan went with Ann to a bar and let herself be picked up. She had to have the guy use a condom, though. Another time, she had told Todd one morning that she was expecting to get laid after a business lunch and she ended up being late for work.

And then it happened.

There was an acquaintance of theirs, Marcus, about Todd's age, a former athlete who had kept his shape and, thanks to Todd, whose client he was, more than kept his money. A very attractive man, taller and wider than Todd. Jan had seen him just once and had heard from Ann that he was very good. Todd had once asked her if she found him attractive and she had said yes.

He and some of Todd's other clients had gathered a Saturday afternoon at Todd and Jan's house, to talk about urgent business related to an IPO Todd wanted to let them in. After the others had left, Marcus stayed. The three of them had drinks and some snacks Jan made, in the patio. It became quite obvious that Marcus was appraising Jan. She was wearing just shorts, and a blouse knotted under her breasts, leaving her midriff on display. She saw that the man was undressing her with his eyes, and this excited her, and she guessed that perhaps it did Todd.

Jan knew, felt, that something sexual would happen, perhaps half-planned, but she did not know what or how.

They drank more wine and had some more snacks for a while, as if waiting for a signal. It got dark in the secluded patio. Todd served some very good cognac in large balloon glasses. And then Todd's cell phone buzzed. He did not take the call. He said:

"maybe we should clear the dishes."

Jan got up and Marcus gallantly helped her take the dishes to the kitchen. As she was at the sink Marcus, with the self assured demeanor of a man that's used to having his way with women, he put his hand on her butt and began feeling her up.

She realized then what was going to happen. The whole evening had been leading to it. But now, she was a bit afraid, she hesitated.

"Marcus", she said, "Todd is at the patio.".

"Yes, and you have a very special marriage."

His hands cupped her cheeks, while his long thick fingers began probing.

"You are already wet."

"I don't--". She was not sure how to complete the sentence, "-- want to" would have been a complete lie. She wanted to.

"Todd is out there, sipping his cognac. Waiting."

She felt him back out a moment and lower his shorts. He pressed again, she felt his thick, throbbing rod against her backside.

"Todd would come in if I yelled."

"If you yelled for help it would surprise him a lot. But you won't. Because you want me. And, because you know very well that what's going to happen is more than perfectly OK with him. He wants it to happen. This way, here and now. So do you."

His fingers kept probing and his erection becoming harder.

"He wants me to have my way with you. Just as you want it. Fuck your wet willing pussy, yes. Get it ready for him. Todd and I have shared a lot."

"Not his wife!"

"He wants to share your cunt with me tonight. He wants me to fill you up."

He bent her over the kitchen counter. She felt again his turgid rod on her back. He pulled down her shorts, pushed aside the flimsy string that ineffectively covered her crotch and lined up the tip of his organ with her wet ready opening.

As she surrendered to him, she was shocked at how easily his cock could slide inside her pussy, all the way. Even with her experience, she could hardly remember having had one so huge.

He then lifted one of her long legs off the ground until her foot was over the kitchen counter and, in that position, he pushed in, harder. She felt her pussy stretching as she was being taken from behind.

He moved in and out. And then she began to moan and then to scream, her pleasure out of control.

"I bet Todd is hearing you now. And liking it."

She knew Marcus was right. Soon, she felt that the inevitable consummation was going to occur. And she was going to accept it, his semen, his sperm. But before this happened, she herself came, she was not able to stifle her cry. His own orgasm followed nearly immediately.

It took a minute for her to catch her breath while Marcus, on the other hand, had at once recovered his composure and left the house.

She went out, still naked from the waist down, and she saw Todd, holding his now empty glass. He had taken off his shorts and he was erect. The married couple looked at each other for a short moment in silence, Jan still standing next to her sitting husband. Todd then put his hand on her wet inner thigh and moved it up slowly, feeling the sticky humid flow. She saw his cock swell even more. He pulled up, sitting on the edge of the chair.

Jan straddled her husband's thighs, watching a drop of white stuff fall from her cunt onto the tip of the waiting tool. She lowered herself on Todd's lap and taking her husband's rigid manhood in her fist, she inserted Todd's erection in her used pussy, wet and full from her juices and Marcus' semen.

"Don't say anything", he said.

She began moving up and down on her husband's cock.

"You are so wet. So used and fucked."

She said: "This time, it's been seconds, not minutes."

He smiled: "Good planning, right?"

"Did you really plan it?"

"Kind of."

"Did you hear us?"

"I did."

"Can you feel him?"

"I do. Was he good?"

"Yes!"

Later, after Todd had filled her twice, they admitted that the reclaiming sex had been the wildest sex they had ever had with each other. And that there were wilder things yet to come. But that is another story.