Linda's

Linda came down from her last orgasm and slumped forward, resting her head on Adam's right shoulder, straddling his lap as he sat on the chair in front of her desk, as she enjoyed the sensation of his now-flaccid but still-huge cock inside her and wondered whether she had enough energy to get him hard again and go for another round.

Reluctantly, she decided she didn't and sat up. As she went looking for her panties and he cleaned himself up, she tossed a question over her shoulder.

"Adam, you said one of your wives suggested you start fucking me. Was it Beth?"

Adam shook his head. "No, it was Donna. That's wife number three."

"Oh," Linda said.

A bit less than a week later, after pulling Adam into a storage closet for heavy petting and a handjob, she asked him another question.

"Adam, Beth knows about us fucking, right? She's okay with it?"

Adam quirked an eyebrow before answering, "Of course she does, and of course she is. I would never have a relationship with a friend of one of my wives without telling her."

"Oh," Linda said again.

A bit more than a week later, after Linda snuck into the men's room and gave Adam a blowjob, another question followed.

"So, Adam, tell me...how often do you fuck Beth?"

This one got her a funny look, but Adam answered anyways. "At least once a day. Sometimes more."

And again, "Oh."

Exactly a week later, after being eaten out on top of Adam's desk, there came yet another question.

"Tell me, Adam, what's Beth like in bed?"

There was a pause, as Adam considered whether or not to answer, and then..."Great. Believe it or not she's a real wildcat. Surprisingly submissive, though."

"Oh."

A few days later, to Linda's pleasure, Adam actually dragged her into a stairwell and pressed her against a well. She embraced him and went for a kiss, but to her shock, he turned away from her hungry lips.

"What the Hell?!" Linda said angrily.

"Not yet," Adam declared. "First I want to know why you keep asking me these intimate questions about my wife."

Linda glared at him. "She's my friend. I can't want to be sure you're treating her right?"

Adam was unmoved. "That isn't what this is about and we both know it. If you want me to keep fucking you, you'll tell me the truth."

Linda shook her head, determined to keep her secrets. But her nostrils were filled with his intoxicating too-male scent, her fingers felt his Adonis-like too-male physique, and her thighs were pressed against his enormous too-male cock, triggering a molten heat between her legs that burnt her resolve to ash.

"You know I go both ways, right?"

Adam nodded. It was common knowledge.

"Well," Linda continued. "I've wanted Beth from the moment I set eyes on her. But she's straight as an arrow and would never go for it, so I haven't let her know; I don't want to risk our friendship."

Adam was stunned. "You're in love with my wife?"

"NO! I just want to fuck her brains out."

Adam processed this, and then more than made up to Linda for the interrogation.

A month later, after pounding Linda's ass as she bent over a copy machine, Adam handed her a small envelope.

"Happy Birthday," he said.

Linda eagerly opened the envelope to find a hotel key. She gave Adam a bemused look.

"The office isn't good enough for you anymore?"

Adam smirked. "Just go to that hotel room tonight. Trust me."

That night, skeptical but curious, Linda did so, wondering what Adam was up to. When she went into the room, what she found was beyond her wildest dreams.

Laying on the bed, surrounded by sex toys, was a lingerie-clad Beth. There was a camera on a tripod in the corner, but Linda ignored that.

"Happy birthday, Linda, dear," she said coquettishly. "Why don't you close the door and come in?"

In shock, Linda obeyed robotically. "Wha...how?"

"After you told Adam your little secret, all he could think about was you having your way with me, and decided to make it happen. So, here I am, yours to do with as you please."

Linda felt a brief spark of outrage at Adam for violating her privacy...but it was impossible to be angry in the presence of this vision of loveliness. Instead she merely stammered out.

"B-but you're..."

"'Straight as an arrow'? Yes, it's true. But I'm married to a too-male I can't say no to, a too-male who is turned on by girl-on-girl like nothing else. I've learned to put on a good show. Now, why don't you unwrap your present?"

Linda's shock was washed away by a decade and a half of repressed lust, and she set about making a good chunk of decade and a half of secret fantasies come true. Several hours and uncountable orgasms later, a somewhat sore but very satisfied Linda collapsed into blissful sleep, with one thought in her head.

"Best. Birthday. EVER."

However, this proved to be incorrect. Because the next year, Adam added himself to her gift, a threesome that became an annual tradition.