my two wives part 1 - Sex Stories

my two wives part 1

MY TWO WIVES PART I I am not the author of this story. Chapter 1 JACK’S NARRATIVE I first met Carol when she was a virginal 16 and I was19. We got on well together, and after dating for a couple of years we had gotten married, when she reached 18. She was no stunner by any means, but was very attractive, 5 feet 6 inches tall, slightly over weight but not fat, with a beautifully proportioned figure. In fact she had the best breasts I had ever seen, or felt - beautifully firm and shapely. She had always been a bit of a flirt, ever since we met. Even on our wedding day I saw her chatting and exchanging jokes with Graham, my cousin, but it wasn’t serious. The first occasion I became just a little suspicious of her dalliances was after we had been married about a year. We had this neighbour, Mike, who visited us on occasional evenings for a drink and a chat. The one memorable thing about Mike was that he smoked a particular brand of cigarettes, and always used matches, instead a lighter. At the time I worked as a junior executive with a British oil company in their London office, and sometimes had to be away from home regularly for up to a week on business. On one Friday when I arrived home from such a trip the first thing Carol wanted to do was fuck – I hardly had time to take my shoes off! After an hour or so of our vigorous sex we sat down for a meal, and I immediately spotted a pack of the brand of cigarettes Mike smoked, and a box of matches on a small table beside an ...

... armchair. I pointed them out to Carol and asked her if Mike had been round. She said "he hadn’t but, that she’d taken up smoking and had bought the same brand as him". After our meal she sat and smoked one of the cigarettes but didn’t look completely comfortable doing it. I never saw the cigarettes after that evening and she never tried smoking again. As I mentioned, I was a little suspicious but gave her the benefit of the doubt and never mentioned the occasion again. Mike continued to visit us, for drinks and chat, but I never again saw any evidence of him visiting the house when I was away from home. About a year later I obtained a transfer to one of our company’s depots in Singapore, and of course Carol came along with me. We made friends quickly with the British expats, and the local Chinese community we also had regular dinner and drinks parties at our various apartments. Following one of these parties at our apartment, where we had had a good time and plenty to drink, all the guests had departed except for Graham, a senior executive with a rival oil company. Graham was a Scotsman 35, divorced from his wife, and a keen rugby player. He was big, over six feet tall, broad and muscular. We saw him as a close friend who had stayed the night in our apartment many times after our parties, and it was planned that he should do so again this time. We continued to drink and to talk, Carol sitting in one of the armchairs and Graham and I sitting on the large couch. After a while I had to ...