"How long have you been fucking other guys?" Emily asked calmly over breakfast.
We had gotten home very late the previous night, showered, cleaning all of Clark's cum off of our faces. In the middle of the night she had woken me with a finger in my ass and her mouth around my cock. We fucked passionately until the sun rose and then slept in until almost noon.
"Just Clark." I said quietly, then remembered that one night. "And his friend Tom, but I only sucked his cock."
She choked a little on her eggs. "So you're bisexual?"
"I guess..." I trailed off and took a sip of my coffee. "It's just sex, I'm not like in love with him, we don't even kiss."
She sat silent for a long moment, thinking this over. It was infidelity, I wasn't kidding myself about that, whether it was a man or not I had still been cheating on my wife. "I wish you had told me you had... interests?" She finally broke the silence. "We could have explored this together."
"I didn't know until it was happening." I said. I described that first night, Clark watching me masturbate through the picture window, then the escalation, the first time I sucked his cock, the first time he penetrated me, the night that Tom joined us.
I expected fury as I went into detail about our encounters, but instead her hand disappeared beneath the table. Her beautiful breasts heaved as she listened to my story, playing with her clit through her skimpy pajama bottoms.
When I finished she sighed a gentle orgasm and hung her head for a moment, then looked back up at me. "Well I'm glad it's not a secret anymore. This will take some adjustment, but I love you, and as long as you still love me, and the passion stays, I'm willing to adjust." Then she flashed a sly smile. "Plus it's so fucking hot watching you get fucked by a big fat cock. Clark has a hell of a gift."
"He really does." I smile back. "I didn't expect to enjoy him fucking you so much, but as long as it was pure lust, that was spectacular."
We went about our Sunday as usual. Running errands, tidying the apartment and doing general cleaning. In the evening we ate dinner and sat down to watch some television, a trashy reality show that let us shut our brains down. When we were getting ready for bed I heard Emily's phone ping with a text message. She looked at it as she climbed under the covers beside me.
"It's Vanessa, she invited us to a party at their friend's house on Friday." She said looking at her phone.
What kind of party? I thought to myself, just a get together? Or something more? "What do you think?"
She looked at me. "I think we could stand to make some new friends." She smiled, rolling toward me and reaching down into my pajama bottoms to wrap her hand around my stiffening cock.
That night we made love, tender, loving. We fell asleep in each other's arms.
The week dragged by, trying to focus on work with this party looming. When Friday came Vanessa sent Emily the address, it was a little ways out in the suburbs. We dressed, I went commando in soft linen slacks, loafers that would be easy to slip out of, and a loose comfortable button down. Vanessa put on lingerie, a bra that simply supported her large breasts, leaving her beautiful nipples exposed, matching garter with stockings and no panties. She wore a vibrant red dress that showed off plenty of cleavage and hugged her thick frame perfectly.
The drive was about an hour, the house was tucked away in a development, at the end of a long driveway, secluded from the neighbors. At least fifteen other cars lined the driveway. And the house was huge, practically a mansion. We held hands, nervously playing with each other's fingers as we approached the front door and rang the doorbell. We could hear the obvious sounds of a party in full swing.
