My Exwife And Her Lover

At the time I was a junior internal auditor. We had two man offices, my office mate was also a junior auditor from Louisiana. We were under audit by the public accountants and we were tasked with assisting them with records, reconciliations, schedules, etc. We requested records they wanted from archives and stored them in our office where the external auditors could view them.

The junior external auditor, a recent graduate from UT, was a typical sorority bitch. Blonde, stacked, looked down at us, a thoroughbred racehorse if their ever was one. That day she wore a short dress, on her knees bent over the boxes. All I wanted to do was mount her like a dog. My officemate whispered to me over lunch, "I want to fuck her, eat her, make her beg". And in a moment of heat and lust she let me know she liked that kind of pussy. We made a friendly bet, who would succeed in getting to her pussy.

Now that she was out with me she opened up about her frustrations. Most, if not all the women she hit on were straight. She was much more attracted to straight girls than street and bar lesbians she met when she went out, and right then her crush was on the external auditor.

One Friday we joined other staff members at a juke box beer and dance hall. I hovered over her, sequestered her. She complained of bring stifled, I kissed her. "Why did you do that?" Now it was my time to confess, I didn't just liked her, I wanted her under me. She hit me and said 'no way', but that night I had made up my mind. I got my time with her, complete intercourse, along with ejaculation. All of a sudden she was compromised, and I didn't let go. I talked to the external auditor and she assured me she didn't date women.

Months later, nursing her belly she concluded that she better get married. The auditor was surprised, both at her bring pregnant and that she had gotten married, Not in direct words she said she probably would have dated her. But now that was out of the question. But she accepted my invitation to join us on Saturday night at the amphitheater. On the blanket, under the moon, laying side by side, my wife put her move on her.

Not complaining, but she came home with us, resigned to a man she had to, the price she paid for a night with my wife. Love making was slippery and wet, and I felt like a third wheel. They woke up the way they wanted too, I escorted her back to her apartment. She told me to keep my mouth shut and not to get between two lesbians.

My wife more than appreciated me giving up my space at the table so they could play house together. I wasn't 25 and I had lost my wife to another woman. A simple divorced followed, but still part of the relationship. I changed jobs, the external auditor took my place and they still work together. From time to time my exwife needs to feel wanted, by me. To this day she refers to me as her husband.