"Pardon me, but is this spot taken?". Those were the only words I could muster when I first saw Estelle. We were both volunteering to make meals for the homeless at a local church's soup kitchen. With the violent, long, and bitter Boston winter approaching, shelters were desperate for help.
Volunteering was not a top priority in my life. As a freshly licensed attorney just starting out, my work week averaged over fifty hours. However, I'd recieved an email from a friend a week before this fateful day. This friend, who faithfully served as a church volunteer, pleaded with me to help "facilitate kitchen operations". In other words, the church's soup kitchen required another cook.
Within five minutes of walking through the church's doors, I spotted her. I knew right then-and-there that I'd made the best decision of my (then) 25 year-old life. I was absolutely certain that spending a Sunday afternoon volunteering would lead to something exciting.
"I'm Estelle". Watching her ruby red lips annunceate those words evoked emotions I'd never felt before. Life was passionate for me - full of being attracted to someone new, followed by euphoria, love, and then ending in inevitable heartbreak. Seeing Estelle for the first time caused an intense internal stir akin to a lightning storm over the Atlantic: violent, turbulent and beautiful all at once. She was somehow different from all of my past lovers.
Estelle was not beautiful in the traditional sense. Short and curvy, her dark features belayed her a sense of intrigue and worldliness. Her hair jet black hair highlighted her coal colored eyes. Her high cheekbones gave way to a cute puffiness. Small freckles covering her nose and cheeks. She was amply proportioned and moved in a graceful manner. Like her name, she was a star.
I spent the next few hours working to impress Estelle. Somehow she found my clumsiness charming. I found the way she said my name, Stephan, sexy. Even though she was raised in the States, she had a slight Hindi accent. An inevitability given the inordinate amount of time she spent with her mom's Indian family.
After completing our tasks I walked Estelle to her car and promptly secured her phone number. I wasted no time inviting her to a date. We were scheduled to have dinner together on the following Wednesday.
Over the next several months, we dated and fell in love. It took time and diplomacy, but eventually I won over Estelle's family. Her Catholic father and Muslim mother even spoke of honoring both family traditions at the wedding. Yet, to this day, they demonstrate the warmth of an icicle when in my my presence.
Estelle was an amazing girlfriend and fiancé. She was also a passionate lover. It took well beyond the usual three dates before we were intimate. But once it happened, it was Earth shattering. Estelle told me that she had only "a few" past lovers. She had spent her college years in the arms of a fellow student named Brian. While she adored her college beau, there relationship was only mildly sexual. theire's was a tempidly passionate bond that flamed-out at the end of Estelle's junior year.
With Brian out of the picture, Estelle stayed celebate throughout grad school, eschewing romance in favor of concentrating on her psychology coursework.
Estelle was a sexual creature, but she limited physical expression to traditional positions. She was easily embarrassed by overtly salty language (unless, of course, she made the comment).
Her bent toward prudishness was a tough hurdle for me to overcome. She was displeased that my past was filled with multiple lovers. Try as a might to dodge the issue when she raised it, Estelle pursued learning about each of my past sexual partners. When asking about my sexual experiences, she displayed the tenacity of a judge at the Spanish Inquisition. After each of these conversations, Estelle would confidently announce how she was going to make me forget about any other woman. Despite her clear limits, passion in our relationship was red hot.
We wed two years to the day of our first date. One year later we expanded our family by one: our first son was born. With two years we celebrated the birth of our second son.
Our young boys kept us busy. Between the stresses of family and career, our love life became what nuclear physicists define as non fissile. Our nightly sex routine became a weekly event. Although I constantly lusted after my wife, the hectic schedule of a working mom proved too much for her to bear. For the time being, I had to dampen my libido. I honesty started to lose interest and began fantasizing about other women.
It was a gorgeous Saturday in April when a letter arrived for Estelle. Our oldest son, age 9 at the time, came in waiving a letter in his hand. "Mommy! There's an envelope with a lion on it. It's addressed to you". She took the envelope from him while simultaneously kissing the top of his hairy head. "That's the golden lion - my highschool's mascot" she told him.
He grabbed my hand and, with all his might, tried to pull me out of the kitchen to play. I looked at Estelle. She was reading a hand written note from her highschool class historian. A sly smile crossed her lips.
After dinner she revealed the letter's contents. She was invited to her 25th reunion. The reunion was in her hometown of Acton, Massachusetts - a sleepy town about 40 minutes west of Boston. She really wanted to go. Reluctantly I agreed.
"We can stay with my parents".
"I'd really prefer a hotel" I responded. "C'mon" she pleaded. "We never see my family". "Fine" I agreed. "But" I whispered in her ear "I hope you make this worth my while". "Oh, I will" she promised. A devilish grin spread across her face.
That night, Estelle was good to her word. She came into the bedroom, locked the door and made her way to the bed. She grabbed my hand and drew it to her right breast. I moved my fingers in a circular motion around her nipple and the started then started sucking on it. She put the pillow over her head and screamed. Foreplay quickly gave way to Estelle pushing me into the mattress. She climbed on top. We passionately kissed as she bounced up and down on top of me.
"Oh Jay" she cried-out. "What?" I asked, somewhat startled. "You didn't let me finish. I was saying 'Joy', silly. You getting jealous or something?". Before I could even begin to ask any follow up questions, Estelle moved her hips in a circular motion.
As breathless as I was, I was able to ask where she picked-up this trick. Instead of answering, she gave me a deep kiss. I cummed harder than I had in years. Exhaustion set-in and we were both asleep in each other's arms in seconds.
Weeks later we set-off for Acton. Her parents were typically ungracious, as was her sister who decided to also visit. That afternoon we dressed for her reunion. Estelle wore a red dress that highlighted her shape. I could barely hide my erection. She took notice and gave me a sexy wink.
We kissed the boys goodnight and thanked her parents. "Don't wait up" Estelle joked as we walked to the car.
The reunion was stuffy and boring. I met more insurance agents in one hour than I had in my entire life up until that point. The venue, a function hall at a local hotel, aspired to be drab. Even the appetizers were bland.
Estelle reunited with her highschool friend Lisa. I was surprised by their friendship. Estelle was reserved and educated. Lisa seemed like what the French would call a "salope". Thin with pasty skin and frizzy blonde hair, Lisa looked much older than her age. She had two kids by Mike, the first of whom was born less than a year after graduation.
We sat for drinks with Lisa's and her husband Mike. Mike was a stout man with a dark mustache. His skin was dotted with acne marks. Mike and Lisa met in highschool and were together ever since. Conversely, Mike had known Estelle in high school.
The wine and beer were free-flowing and we were all getting tipsy. "So you must have some embarrassing stories about Estelle during your guys' highschool years" I jokingly said to Mike. "Believe me, brother, we all do" he replied with a chortle. Lisa shot him a look which, even in his inebriated, state, he knew he'd best keep his mouth shut. Estelle quickly changed the subject to our families. Clearly everyone knew something I didn't and it made me feel like a fool.
I hyper-focused on Mike's quip for what felt like an eternity. In reality it had only been about 20 minutes. A parade of men walked-up to our table and paid homage to Estelle. Each one seemed strangely nervous or embarrassed; most seemed to not have their wives or girlfriends with them. All of them either shot me a weak smile or simply diverted their eyes from me. Estelle made no attempt to introduce me to these former classmates. Some of them even thanked her "for everything". Things were about to turn even more surreal.
"Jay" Estelle cried out with the same pitch she screamed during her orgasm of a few weeks prior. My wife hugged this tall blonde man who had the impressive physique of a pro-footballer. His chiseled good looks indicated physical strength. His deepest green eyes were intense, but speckels of brown softened them. He had the jutting chin of a movie star hero. An unfamiliar feeling set-in: jealousy.
Jay's giant hands travelled to the swell of Estelle's back. I suspect his fingers would've gone even lower if his wife hadn't loudly introduced herself to me. "I'm Jen" she said. "Stephan" I replied.
Jen was short and chubby, but boy was she cute. Her beautiful, deepset blue eyes framed the rest of her round face and adorable Irish nose which was dotted with freckles. Despite her introduction, her voice was soft and soothing.
Jen sat-down next to me as our spouses conversed as though we weren't present. "They were quite the item" she said to me. I must've looked puzzled because she flashed a beautiful smile and changed the subject.
"This is some party" she said with a wink. "It wouldn't take much to make it any better. But they're having fun". She motioned to our spouses, who were now sitting very close. "Let's see if we can have a fun time too" she said in a suggestive manner, "Let's get a drink."
I felt nervous about leaving my wife with her newly reunited former flame. Especially this very handsome ex who now had his hand on her knee. But Jen looked at me with her gorgeous blue eyes and I acquiesced.
As we walked over to the bar Jen told me about her life. She was an RN at a hospital in Lowell, a city a few miles north. Jay was a successful estate planner. They had two girls and one boy. Jen and I discussed families and interests. She was quite sharp and grew more sexy and captivating by the second.
Jen suddenly started feeling up and down the sides of her midsection.
"Oh no. I forgot something in my room Would you walk me to it?"
"Of course. Should we tell them we'll be right back?" I asked, motioning to our spouses who were laughing as they clasped hands.
"Nah" responded Jen with a slight smile, "they'll be fine without us".
We got to her room and Jen invited me in. She went into the bathroom. "Found it" she called out. "One thing before we head back down". "Sure" I replied. She walked so close to me I could feel her breath. "Do you think I'm desirable?" She asked as she stroked my earlobe. I didn't know how to answer. She was extremely attractive, but I was worried about where things could lead.
"I think Jay is a lucky man" I tactfully replied.
"Jay thinks your are a lucky man. He told me about the hot sex he used to have with your wife. They started their relationship as virgins and progressed to all sorts of wild kinks".
Now I was totally confused. I'd been with Estelle for over ten years and never experienced her as the least but kinky. She had never mentioned her torrid romance with Jay to me.
Jen grabbed my hand and put it on her breast. I'd never strayed from my marriage but I now felt betrayed by my wife and wanted to get even with both her and Jay. We lightly kissed and soon fell into her bed. I continued to fondle her with my left hand as my right hand made slow, circular movements around her clit. Our light kisses became deep.
Jen lifted her shirt and I kissed her nipples. She started breathing rapidly. I watched as her stomach rose and fell with each successive deep breath. She let out a loud moan.
My fingers encircled Jen's pearl shaped clit. She screamed as she climaxed, creaming all over my hand. "Stephan, put your cock in me now". I did as commanded. I gently ran my hands down her inner third. She let out an enderaing cry. She took my penis in her palm and pushed it inside of her vagina. Together we let out a small orgasm.
I thrust deeper into her. Jen put her hands on the side of my head and pulled me in for a kiss. My hands gently caressed every curve of her beautiful body. I needed to touch every inch of her. My hands slowly and gently cupped her breasts and shoulders as I nibbled her neck. I could feel the pressure rising and, in an act of animalistic instinct I pulled her hips in as I cummed. I looked into her beautiful blue eyes as I finished.
We kissed and cuddled for a few minutes before her cellphone went off. She walked out of bed to answer it. As she went toward her purse to retrieve her phone, I caught a glimpse of her figure in motion. Everything about her was a turn-on. There was something so raw and hot about her body. She was a real woman: big breasts, thick thighs, and even a c-scar. Everything about her was sexy. At this moment she wasn't a married working mom; she was a goddess.
"Hello. Oh, hi Hon. I just left for a breath of air but will come back in. Ok..but..ok..but where are you going? Ok but where's Estelle Wait..no..when? I haven't seen him". She hung-up the phone and reality hit us. We were both married to other people and our passion and mutual attraction lead us to do something that we both found immoral. But the phone call indicated something equally sinister was afoot.
"Just so you know, Jay says he's going out with some old friends and will be back later. When I asked him about your wife he acted really strange. I think somethings up". Anger washed over me. How dare she. But then I realized where I was and what I had done.
"Oh" I said as I started to feel queasy.
"At least we can spend more time together" she said in an attempt to cheer-me-up. I motioned for her to come back to bed for more cuddling.
After sometime passes, I got dressed to go back to the function hall but then somehow found myself back in bed and cuddling Jen. We unintentionally dozed off when suddenly the sound of the electronic keypad outside the hotel door startled us awake. Two figures stumbled into the room. They were a mass of flesh, kissing and fondling.
Jen turned-on the bedstand light. Estelle let out a startled cry. "What the fuck are you doing" she screamed. I stammered for a few seconds but then came-up with a few perfect retort: "And just what are you doing". Jay looked stunned. Part of me wanted to throat punch him, and part of me wanted to apologize for having sex with his wife.
Yelling by all parties commenced and tempers flared. My wife's past was now revealed. She and Jay were each other's first. They started having intercourse in their senior year of high school. They were still trying to find themselves and quickly advanced to more kinky activities. They had a number of threesomes with classmates. Estelle and Lisa led two class-wide blow-bangs. My wife and her liaisons were the talk of the school community.
As tempers dampened I felt it was time to propose a solution. "Based on what Jen told me, she and Jay have a happy marriage. Honey, you and I have a happy marriage. But sometimes happy, married people need something more. Here, I love you, Estelle, but am attracted to Jen. Jay, you love Jen but are attracted to Estelle. What if we all agreed to periodic group dates?"
We hammered-out the details. We'd all have a monthly weekend together. Jen and Jay's house would be the locus of our activity. That way we could leverage Estelle's parents as babysitters and ahem and Jay could drop their kids with his parents. Jay and I shook hands on it and Estelle and I kissed. We all sat together on the king sized hotel bed.
The room was silent. Some time passed when Estelle piped-up. "Honey, do you promise you'll always love me, no matter what?". "Always" I responded as I grabbed her hand and gently squeezed. "Would you still love me if I fucked Jay right now?" I felt queasy and sighed. I was jealous for sure, but what a hypocrite I'd be if I denied her request. I looked her in the eyes as I gently stroked the hair above her ear. "I'll always love you no matter what. You need to find yourself somehow. Maybe this is the answer".
She fave me a deep, passionate kiss walked over to Jay. They lightly kissed and carressed. They started deep kissing. Jay started to fondle her beautiful breasts. They continued to kiss as Estelle pulled her panties below the bottom of her red dress She grabbed his hand and placed it in her clit. His hand moved very quickly and she came a little bit. Our love making was always preceded by lots of slow foreplay, but now she was contented to have a quick fuck with her ex.
She pulled Jay's cock into her. "I'm taking back what's mine" he said. Jen pulled closer to me as we watched. Between the heat from Jen's body and watching Estelle pleasured, I became rock hard. I kissed Jen deeply before working my lips down her body. I kissed her breasts, down her stomach, and to her inner thighs. She started threshing around as my tongue gently caressed her clit. I could taste her and my cum mixed together. My tongue went up and down on her. I also lucked her labia. Jen warned me that she was going to cum, but I continued to lick her. I wanted her to explode in her mouth.
"I'm cumming" Jen screamed. My mouth was then filled with her salty cream. "Put it in me. Put it in me now". We both exhaled as I entered her. I looked over at Estelle. At that very moment Jay had cummed in my wife. Jay pulled out of her and she rested her red cheeks on his large hairy chest.
Soon it was my turn to climax. It was as if the world stopped as I ejaculated into my new lover. I tried to stroke her but she said no. She was worn-out and needed to rest for a few minutes.
We rested for a while. "Oh shit. It's past 3am" Estelle announced in an alarmed tone. We've got to get back to my parent's in case one of the boys wakes-up". She kissed Jay and I kissed Jen. We agreed to meet up the first weekend of June.
On the way back to Estelle's parent we were silent. Neither of us dared to be the first to venture a thought out-loud. Finally, I broke the silence. "I love you. I know this is strange and I'm not sure it'll work, but it'll be fun to see where things go". "I want to try it to" she responded. "It was kind of weird. I remembered my time with Jay as being so pleasurable. But maybe we were too young and inexperienced. I don't know. But I'm happy if you're happy". I let out an awkward laugh and grabbed her hand.
We left her parents at 10am that morning. I thanked them and got the usual icy response. Over the next few weeks things developed in an unforeseen way. I got incredibly turned-on every time I pictured Estelle with Jay. Our sex life became intense again. Sometimes when I kissed my wife, I'd think of her at a blow bang and would quickly become disgusted. Other times, discovering Estelle's past was a huge turn-on.
In June we went on our first official group date at Jay and Jen's house. I made the couples a French feast of Chicken Franscea and frites. We had crepes for dessert. Jay and Estelle used the guest room bed while Jen and I occupied the main bed. Our monthly dates continue to this day. It's become tradition that I cook a French dinner to start the weekend.
I've fallen for Jenbut still love my wife. I've discovered Jay is an idiot. Jen and I can sometimes overhear the conversations Estelle and Jay are having in their room. She's constantly correcting him on something and he's constantly apologizing. He makes stupid comments likening himself to a hear or bull. Their sex lasts only a few minutes. This is good for me as it means my wife wants more when we get home on Sunday evenings.
Sometimes I miss the days when I operated under the illusion my wife was innocent and inexperienced. I also worry that our boys will one day discover our secret and will be scandalizes. However, life is pleasurable now, and Ihave my wife's first lover to thank for helping me discover who Estelle really is.
