Our Arrangement Reprise One
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“Karl’s licking my clit, Hmmm!”
“He's good but not as good as you…"
“When will you be able to come and see us, Mike? Ummm…”
Almira’s voice purred out of my phone straight into my right ear. I was rock hard and my free hand worked up and down on my shaft.
"At least two more weeks," I replied. Sadly, it was likely to be longer than that. I was working on a project in Milan and had been for nearly six weeks now. I had got back to the UK most weekends but spent the time with my wife, June. Since ‘Our Arrangement', as both Almira and her husband, Karl called it, had started some years ago, my relationship with June had improved and I wanted to be with her, take her out in her wheelchair and give her carer a much-needed break. But it meant not seeing Almira and that now was becoming a big downer.
“Oh, Karl’s slipping a finger in and out of me,” Almira continued with a distinct moan. I pictured the scene at the other end of the phone call. Almira would be lying on their bed, naked, knees up and spread wide apart, with Karl kneeling to attend to her pussy, lapping against her swollen clit. Just as I adored doing.
“Squeeze your nipples for me.”
The enforced break in ‘Our Arrangement’ was affecting Karl and Almira as well. Almira had told me she had taken to masturbating daily, imagining she was with me. Sometimes, Karl would ask her to do it while he watched, again imagining he was watching his wife and I fornicating.
“Now pull them,” I added through gritted teeth, I was all but there.
“He’s got two fingers in me now and... Oh! Big Bear…” she groaned. I could tell she was close to orgasm, the state I so loved her to be in.
“… He’s wiggling them, Oh god! Fuck!” Her moans and growls screamed through the phone. I came, white spunk fountaining onto my stomach. And that made me think of how Karl must be missing his favourite part of ‘Our arrangement’, entering his ‘Little Bear’s’ used cunt, filled with my spunk.
“I need cock in me now. I wish it could be yours, Mike” said Almira, a little breathless. Before I could tell her just how much I wished she was about to have my cock, she added, “Karl says he wishes it could be yours too!”
The phone call ran through my mind all night. I had to see Almira soon, very soon. The project was my swan song. My last project before I hung up my PC and retired, enabling me to spend more time looking after June, helping her battle against the brain damage and disability sliced into her by the car crash over ten years ago. Financially I’d done the arithmetic and we would live comfortably. This last project was exceedingly well paid and had put the icing on the cake.
What I hadn’t worked out was how I was going to continue seeing Almira. Working on projects had generally provided the opportunity for me to be with her, sometimes with Karl there, but many times just the two of us. She was my cocaine, what made me able to smile through June’s bad days. And the last few weeks had shown progressively how badly I needed my time with Almira. I needed a plan.
The last week of the project was well advanced when I saw an opportunity of getting to see Almira. There was to be a project finale dinner in a fantastic restaurant near La Scala. But if I missed it, I could fly back to the UK Friday afternoon, spend the night with Karl and Almira, and arrive home as expected on Saturday morning. I made the suggestion in a late night, moan and growl filled call with Karl and Almira and they were both ecstatic at the idea, so my flights were changed. And I needed to overdose on my cocaine.
I landed at Heathrow just after six and my ‘meet and greet’ taxi dropped me off at Karl and Almira’s just before seven-thirty. Although it was April there was a dampness and chill in the air and I was grateful when Karl open their front door just moments after I rang the bell. He greeted me with the happiest face I think I’d ever seen. I followed him upstairs and he showed me into the guest room which was my room for the night.
“Almira’s in our bedroom, waiting for you. Please go in. I’ll bring you a beer.”
She was sitting on the bed, legs folded under her, in a bright red, short silk wrap left untied, giving a glimpse of her pert breasts and a full view of her waxed pussy. Her waist-length, black hair tumbled over both shoulders and her olive skin picked up a sheen from the low lighting. Her face was a picture of delight at seeing me. She pushed up to kiss me, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth, which was delightful, but unexpected, as we rarely kissed. Licked, sucked, fucked, yes, but passionate kissing was rare.
I showered and when I came back out of the en-suite, my beer was on the bedside table and Karl was in a chair at the end of the bed. Almira slipped to the side of the bed nearest me, then sat up, her feet on the floor. She beckoned me to her and offered me the glass of beer. I stood in front of her and took a sip of the beer. As I did her hand brushed my balls then her fingers wrapped around my enlarging shaft.
“I’ve so missed this,” she said, kissing my cock. I was stiffening quickly.
I lifted her by the waist and moved her further onto the bed so there was room for me to kneel between her legs.
“Oh yes!” she growled, “Eat me like you are starving!”
A gentle kiss on her lips, a lap of the tongue, followed by a determined lick that pushed between her lips was rewarded by her clit swelling quickly. The taste of her juices filled my mouth, the aroma of hot, wet and very willing pussy filled my senses. Thoughts of ‘How much I had missed her, her taut body, her juicy pussy and tight, gripping cunt' bounced around in my head as I avidly worked on her inner lips. I sucked her clit into my mouth where I could swirl my tongue onto it faster and harder.
Her hands were on the back of my head, pushing me onto her, not that I had any intention of doing anything else. I quickened my licks and sucks, felt her back arch and then her body go taut. Her head flicked back, and her body bucked upward.
“GOOODD! FUCK! YES!” I watched the spasms roll up her body, leaving her be for the moment.
“Lie down,” she ordered when she recovered. She straddled my face, lowered her now very wet pussy to my lips and engulfed my cock in her mouth. ‘How good it was to be with her again!’
The foreplay moved seamlessly into sex, her riding me until she came, then I rolled on top of her and pounded into her until I burst, pumping weeks of spunk into her spasming cunt.
I showered and got dressed to go out. This was a new departure for Karl. We had never been to a restaurant together near where they lived, but that is what he had arranged. I wondered what the evening held. I had had a questioning look on my face when Karl told me of his plan. Picking up on my expression, Almira tapped my nose with her finger and said, “You’ll enjoy this, I assure you!” She added a grin and a wink.
When I came down into the hall, Karl was there in blazer and slacks, and Almira sat just inside the lounge in a full-length, black leather coat. The only hints of things to come were the high heels and gladiator-style webbing of the boots that ran up under the hem of her coat.
A taxi arrived and took us to the restaurant. We were greeted in reception and shown upstairs rather than into the dining room. It was a room full of polished wood and leather, with a circular table laid for three. Glass cupboards with internal lights were on two walls. Our coats were taken and hung in a closet, then the maitre d’ left, giving Almira a lustful glance as he backed out of the door.
And I could fully understand why. The leather coat had covered up shin-high, heeled gladiator boots, a very short red dress with deeply cut sides and a back that dived to her waist. And very little else. Looking at her, my hunger returned and not for food. The table was laid unevenly, with two chairs relatively close together and the third opposite them. Karl took the single chair, leaving me to seat Almira next to me. Even before I offered her the white cotton napkin her hand was on my cock.
“Umm,” she purred, “I see you like my dress.” All three of us laughed.
Two superb courses were served, together with a crisp white followed by a full-bodied red wine for Karl and me. Almira never drank alcohol. I was never sure if that was from her Egyptian heritage or out of choice. She certainly didn't need a drink to get her in the mood. She seemed to be permanently horny.
Early in the meal, I returned her favour and explored the very short way up her skirt. I was surprised to feel lace. She had panties on, something that she did as infrequently as possible. I put it down to the fact we were out to eat. Even so, I could feel the heat of her pussy. Karl pressed the button to alert the waiter to clear the main course away, then put a small pink, rounded, key fob-like thing on the table.
“You won’t dare while the waiter’s here!” said Almira in a challenging tone.
“I won’t, but someone might.”
He slid the device across the table to me.
“Press the big button, Mike”
I did, and Almira jolted next to me.
“Ah, maybe a little too strong. Press the smaller button a few times.” I did.
“Try again.”
I’d worked it out by now. This was the remote control for some toy Almira had inside her. Hence the panties to stop it slipping out. I pressed.
“Oh Jesus!” hissed Almira. I stopped.
“I didn’t say stop!” she chided.
While the waiter cleared the table, I tried to be discreet, giving short presses while his back was turned. A rapid series had Almira gripping her napkin, teeth clenched. When the waiter returned to take the dessert orders Karl gestured for me to return the remote. Desserts ordered, the waiter went back around the table for coffees and liquors.
“And madam, coffee?”
Before she could answer, I saw Almira flinch and grip the arm of her chair. Karl was grinning. She could barely answer, and the waiter had to ask her again. The second reply was not much better, but he got the gist it was a coffee. Karl only ordered an Irish Coffee. We burst into laughter after he left.
The desserts arrived, with Karl's coffee in a glass beaker. The waiter topped it off with cream foam from a canister.
"Please leave the cream,” asked Karl. The waiter left, and we started our desserts. While we did, Karl was moving things from the middle of the table. He walked around to join us.
"I think you can have a much better dessert than that, Mike,” he said, standing next to Almira. He moved her dessert away. From the puzzled look on her face, I guessed this was not a jointly pre-planned part of the evening. He picked her up and sat her on the table, then made her lie back, flipping the hem of her dress up to her waist. In a deft move, he pulled her panties down and handed them to me.
“Beautiful don’t you think?” asked Karl, much to my surprise. We both took a moment to look at Almira’s pussy. Waxed smooth, lips swollen, with her dark pink clit pushing out between them, it was beautiful. It took me back to very early in ‘Our Arrangement’ when I was alone with Almira and while we fucked she had phoned Karl. I was surprised then as well, and even more so when he asked me to tell him what it felt like to be in her cunt. And he had used those very words.
“Little Bear, you have a beautiful, shared pussy!”
He took a large strawberry off Almira’s plate and he pressed it between her lips. She began to giggle, quite loudly. Shaking the cream, he sprayed an ample mound so it covered her pussy completely.
“Voila! Strawberries and cream, the classic English dessert. Eat your fill!”
I did. Just licking into the cream at first, but then pushing through it onto her lips and clit. The cold of cream contrasted strongly with the heat of her pussy. Almira's giggles turned into moans as I licked deeper and harder, sucking on her clit. Every few seconds, I could feel the vibration as Karl worked the remote. Cream was going everywhere: in my eyes, up my nose, dripping down her thighs. I moved lower and just caught the texture of the strawberry. Pressing my mouth as hard as I could onto her vagina, I sucked for all I was worth.
The shaking from her giggles turned into squirms of delight. Cream poured into my mouth and then suddenly the strawberry popped into my mouth. The sensation was too much for Almira who quickly sat upright with a scream that must have been heard downstairs. The shudders of her orgasm ejected the vibrating egg and it bounced onto the floor, randomly moving around on the polished wood like a panicked pink mouse. For an instant, I had a vision of the waiters downstairs smirking at each other.
Our taxi home arrived, and I had to carry my coat to conceal the raging hard that started as I relished strawberries, cream and hot pussy juice, and showed no sign of abating. In the taxi, Karl sat in the front and engaged the driver in small talk while Almira amused herself playing with my cock under the cover of my coat. By the time we got there, I was aching. I couldn't do my zip back up and Almira and I ran in through the front door which Karl closed behind us. With her dress pulled up around her waist, she flung herself back into Karl's winged, leather armchair.
“Get that in me before you spray everywhere!” she growled with arms outstretched, legs held in the air and wide apart.
When I collapsed back on my heels I had made a beautiful mess in her. Karl stood behind me and patted me on the shoulder. I stayed focused on Almira, lying almost flat on Karl’s chair, her lower body still shuddering even though my cock was out of her.
“Even more beautiful than it was earlier,” he whispered. I noticed he was having a problem containing himself in his trousers so quietly and diplomatically left them together.
“Come and have me, Big Bear,” I heard Almira growl as I crossed to the stairs.
By the time I was lying on my bed, Almira’s screams of delight were ringing through the cottage. Karl was enjoying what he had been missing since my project in Milan started. He had watched his Little Bear be pleasured while being an absolute slut with me, and now he was enjoying the sloppy mess I’d left in her. For him, that was why ‘Our arrangement’ worked.
I reflected on the evening, and how things had changed. Apart from one night in a hotel in Antwerpen, Karl had always stayed dressed and never interacted with Almira while I was with her. I knew that when I left they would have wild, mutually satisfying sex. And apart from that time in Antwerpen, I’d never seen him touch himself or even get an erection while he watched. For us to go out somewhere with an obvious sexual agenda was also new.
I thought back to the restaurant, where he had not just offered his wife to me, but prepared her for my, and her, pleasure. Until now he had just left us to it, early on, letting Almira lead me, and after that, letting me pleasure her how I, and she, wished. ‘Our Arrangement’ was changing, stepping up a gear. And I still had no plan on how things could work now I had retired…
I had no idea what time it was when I was awoken by the sensation of warmth and wetness engulfing the end of my cock. The bedside light was still on as I had fallen asleep before switching it off. Almira was kneeling between my legs, her cheeks drawn in with the suction she was using to tease me stiff. Her eyes, full of pleasure, were fixed on mine.
“This is no time to sleep,” she jested, letting her hand take on the duty of stiffening me.
"Let me eat you," I replied, shaking the sleep from my head. She placed a knee on each side of my head and lowered onto me. She was so wet, so excited, so swollen. This night had been exactly what she needed. Sucking and fucking in excess. And in safety. That’s what she got from ‘Our Arrangement’. And she was still wanting more. As I licked deeply, her sweetness gained a salty tang. Mine? Karl’s? Ours? I didn’t really care. It was all part of sharing her.
Keeping her back to me, she moved down my body and slid me into her. She was hot and silky inside. It was only then I could see Karl had joined us. He was sitting at the end of the bed, to one side, leaning against the footboard, naked. They kissed, deeply and passionately, while Almira bobbed up and down on my cock. I happily fondled her bobbing buttocks. She rose off me and went to turn around to face me, holding my cock all the time it was out of her, but Karl pulled her gently back to lie between his legs, her head on his stomach. She bent her legs at the knee, spread wide and said, “Get back in me!”
I knelt, her legs went around my waist and she guided me in. I started to bend down to suck her nipples but by the time I got there Karl’s hands had squeezed each breast, making the nipple stand up for my pleasure. I sucked greedily while gently fucking her. Yes, fucking, not making love, or even having sex. Fucking, cock in her cunt, just the way she wanted it to be. And those were the words she always used. It was also the way Karl wanted it to be. And for my part, I needed a plan, desperately…
Thank you for taking time to read my story about the shared wife lifestyle. I hope you enjoyed it. Please feel free to leave comments about the story. If you want to read more about Karl, Almira and me then see the other ‘Our Arrangement’ stories in my story list. Rex
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