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Tonytony3's "Autobiography
(Unauthorized)", a wife sharing story
This story is a combination, and revision,
of the first stories I've posted. My wife says
it's "Unauthorized".
And it's all true, except for the parts that
aren't.
Repostings without including authorship is
not authorized, nor is reposting in any form
on pay sites.
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Sue, my wife, joins me a few times a year
when I travel for business.
I'd finished leading an American
Management Association seminar in New
Orleans, and my next seminar was
scheduled for Austin in 4 days. Sue came,
since the Gulf Coast was new to her. The
French Quarter in New Orleans offered
great music, but the blatant public
drunkenness was not to our taste. Still,
the room we had at the Royal Orleans,
overlooking Rampart Street, was beautiful
-- a good start for this trip.
I had decided we'd drive for this trip,
exploring and enjoying the area.
We started westbound after the last day of
the seminar -- that night found us near
Baton Rouge, at a Quality Suites Hotel,
just before the connector joins Interstate
10.
The hotel wasn't the Royal Orleans, but
was quiet, and nice enough. The door to
our suite opened to a living room, then to
the bedroom -- king size, non-smoking --
and then, still ahead, was the bathroom
door. A large mirror was above a sink and
counter in the bedroom, ideal for Sue and
her makeup -- the chem lab, I called it.
I flopped on the bed, tired, and looked
around. The mirror above the sink was a
little too high to see the bed, from the bed.
Too bad. Watching us in the mirror would
have made sex exciting.
Beside the bed was a drape, which hid a 4
foot deep by 8 foot wide balcony. It was
recessed into the building. One wall was
formed by the bathroom of our suite, and
the other, probably, by the bathroom of the
neighboring room. It overlooked a parking
lot, and then a woodlands.
Sue went out there. I followed, when she
called. The balcony was dimly lit, and
quiet.
"Get the light, honey."
I reached into the light fixture, and
loosened the bulb, so whatever little light
there was, was gone. It was almost
completely dark, and very private.
I took Sue into my arms, knowing in a little
while we'd go to bed, and at least at first,
not to sleep -- too bad the mirror was so
high.
After a moment Sue whispered "look at
that."
She was looking at a 6 inch gap between
the drape and the wall. It exposed the
mirror, and a reflection of most of the room
and the bed. "What a place for a voyeur!"
I agreed in principle, but not in practice.
"There's no way a voyeur could seen in,
honey, through that gap. If you wanted to
be seen by a peeping Tom" -- that was
something we joked/fantasized about
sometimes -- "we could leave the drapes
open, maybe someone over in those
woods could watch us."
That's the trouble with being a technical
person -- problems are for solving.
Sue had a different idea. "I'm not thinking
of someone else watching us. I'm thinking
about you watching me. When I joked
about seducing that drunk who made a
pass at me last night, you told me to do it if
you could watch. That made you pretty
horny." I remembered the guy who
grabbed her on Bourbon Street.
"That was only fooling around, and
anyway, you got excited, too."
"Well, maybe this would be a good place
to fool around for real."
I get stupid when I'm horny. Blood rushes
from my brain to my cock. I took that first
step -- it was a challenge. "I don't think you
have the nerve, but you're right: the idea of
watching you seduce someone would
make me lose whatever sense I have."
"Keep that in mind," she said. We went
into the room, stripped, and began making
love. Then, the lovemaking turned to lust,
to sheer sensuality. At one point I was
lying on my back, and Sue squatted over
my cock, and slowly lowered herself onto
it. She saw me turn my head, and look into
the mirror, and at the reflection of the dark
gap between the drape and the wall. "I
know what you're thinking," she said, as
she rode my cock. "Wouldn't you like to see
me do this to someone while you were out
there, watching? Look at my headlights" --
her name for her erect nipples -- "They're
on high beam!" My mouth started to make
the pro-forma denial, but I was enjoying
the idea of watching her, and she made it
clear she liked the idea of being watched.
She shut her eyes, made the "MMM,
mmmmmm" noises that means an orgasm
started.
She continued to ride me, feeling me
getting bigger in her. "Do you want me to
do my favorite perversion?" she asked,
feeling me grow, feeling me ready to come.
"Yes, now," I grunted. I never understood
that about Sue - she loved to go down on
me when I was about to ejaculate.
She lifted up, slid down the bed, slid down
me, her hand found my cock, already
pulsing, then I felt her mouth over it, over
me, already wet with her, her tongue
exciting me even more, one hand holding
my scrotum, the other masturbating me. . .
At last, empty, softening, she let me go,
and snuggled beside me.
"I love doing that, I love the taste of a
man, of you."
"Honey," she said afterwards, "that was
the best sex we've had in months. If just
talking about me playing around with
another guy makes us wild, what would
happen if I do it?"
"What's got into you, Sue?"
"Nothing, at least not yet. It's just an
exciting thought. I see you looking at other
women, and I think I know what you're
thinking. I've even looked at some hunky
men, and day dreamed. But I don't want to
screw up our marriage -- I do want to feel
like a sexy, exciting woman, for me and
for you. I'm trying to be that, is that OK?"
I was getting horny again. "Just what
would you do, to be a sexy, exciting,
woman, Sue? I mean, with someone else,
not me."
Sue looked carefully at me. This was
getting serious.
"Tell me," I prompted, "I want to know."
"Well, if I really got into it, I guess I'd try to
find someone nice and sexy, and either act
single or tell him my husband isn't going to
be back for a few hours, and let him pick
me up. A place like this would be great,
with that balcony for you to watch, and
besides, no one knows us here, we'll never
be back. Go out there, and look in."
I went out, wearing only a robe.
"I can't see you at all" Sue said. "Can you
see me?"
I was a few feet from the window. "I can
see all of the bed!. Let me move closer. . ."
-- now my face was almost at the gap --
". . .can you see me now?"
"Just barely. . ."
She pulled the sheet from her body, rolled
onto her back, her feet toward the mirror,
stretched -- what a sexy sight -- lifted one
leg up, giving me a wonderful view of her
pubic hair. Her hand went to her face, her
fingers to her mouth. . .
"How does that look to you? Can you see
me from there? Is it sexy?"
By the time she asked the last question I
was already in the room, already erect,
and in a moment, in her -- again!!!
Later, Sue said "It was fun to tease you
when you were on the balcony. Did you
like seeing me naked on the bed in
here?"
"You bet!"
"Do you think it would be fun for us if I
seduced someone in here with you
watching? Would you like to see me to put
on a sex show for you like that?"
"Could you do that, would it be safe?" I
was excited by the prospect, there was no
denying that.
"No one knows us here, it's as anonymous
as can be. You'd be right there, I'd be safe.
Would you like to see something like that,
now that you're not horny?"
Well, my cock might not have been hard,
but I was still horny, and the images Sue
was suggesting were getting to me. "God,
it would give us something to remember,
wouldn't it?" I asked. "After all, it's not like
we were cheating, is it?"
Sue looked at me in the dark room. "No, I
guess it wouldn't be cheating, if I did it. It's
a lot of other stuff -- like perverted, maybe,
but not cheating."
We were quiet for a moment.
She broke the silence. "Pretend it was
going to happen, and you were writing the
script. Exactly what would you like me to
do?"
I closed my eyes, imagining the scene. My
cock, like before, was in the driver's seat.
"My fantasy would be for you to be a wife
on the prowl, so whoever you're talking
with knows this isn't a fall-in-love deal, I
couldn't handle that. You'd tease him.
You'd take your time, be really sexy, and
make it last. Maybe you'd let him undress
you, or you'd strip for him. There'd be lots
of touching. Maybe, it would be like when
we were first dating, you would just
masturbate each other. You wouldn't even
have to be undressed. What about you?
What would you like?"
"Well, the idea of playing around, knowing
you were watching, really is exciting me. I
have to admit sometimes I like to pretend
you're someone else. If it was OK with you
I'd like to have a guy kiss me like I was a
real woman, instead of his sister, and
maybe I'd let him touch my breasts or
something. And if was OK with you,
maybe I'd get a chance to do some
touching, too. If I really did something like
that, would you be mad at me?"
I looked at her in the dark room, nude, next
to me, and thought about another man
seeing her like she was right now, and
touching her. I answered by rolling back on
her, erect again.
We slept. In the morning, after making
sweet love, Sue asked, as indirectly as she
could, what I'd like to do today. "Should we
stay here, or drive on to Austin?"
I'd let the fates decide, and called the front
desk.
"Yes, Mr. Baker, you can have your room
for tonight, too."
The room could be ours! No surprise, we
decided to stay an extra day. Saying there
was sexual tension is an understatement.
We made love again, had breakfast, had
sex, went to a movie, did some shopping,
and came back for more sex. Early that
evening we went to dinner at a Cajun
restaurant down the road. The spicy food
did nothing to satisfy our inner fire. We
behaved like newlyweds all day, holding
hands, touching, maybe hoping to take the
edge off our lust.
It didn't work. The sensuality, the
excitement, and the risks were almost
overpowering, and they were compelling.
The message, unspoken, was that this
night would be a turning night in our
marriage.
We returned to find the lounge at the hotel
pretty active, even though it was only 7:30.
The hotel serves complimentary cocktails,
and guests were taking advantage of them.
We went to the room. "Well, it's time to
decide. Do I go downstairs, or should we
go to bed and pretend?" Sue asked.
"I'm scared" I said. "But God, I'm so turned
on it hurts. So I'm saying -- do it. I promise,
no repercussions from me, so long as you
agree there'll be none from you, no matter
what happens."
There was excitement in her eyes. "OK, no
more fooling around," she said. "My
courage is up, I think I'm game for this.
Let's straighten out the bed, it looks like
there was a war in it. I'm going try to bring
someone back here and put on a sexy
show for you. Let's see who says 'uncle'
first. I'll tell you what. Let's have a safety
valve. Take the cellular phone, so I can
call you, or if you see something
happening that you don't like, just call the
room and say you'll be right up."
"You've been thinking about this, haven't
you?"
"Yep. All day. Let's get your stuff picked
up. I'm going from respectable married
woman to maybe a tramp, in one night."
She changed into a pretty printed full
cotton skirt, a loose blouse, a flimsy
strapless bra, high cut panties, no
stockings. She looked HOT, and her
"headlights" were on high beam, showing
through the material of the bra, and poking
at her blouse.
"I feel so sexy and horny, I don't know if I
should stay here right now with you, or
really go down to the lounge," she said.
"Go down to the lounge," I replied, but
there was a quiver in my voice. In spite of
all the bravado this was scary stuff we
were considering.
"I will. I will go down. Go out on the
balcony and get ready. Hey, I have a
different idea. Come on down to the
lounge in a while," she said. "If nothing's
happening, maybe I'll pick you up. But,
honey, if I'm talking to someone, let's see
what happens, OK? You get to watch."
She put a green scarf around her neck. "If
I find someone I think I might want to bring
back here, I'll take this scarf off. Then, you
had better rescue me, or get up to the
balcony before the show starts -- Mr.
Voyeur."
She stoked my cock -- I was painfully erect
-- and said "I guess that means you like
the idea."
"I'll see you in a while." The suite door
closed behind her.
I had to masturbate to control my
excitement, then went down 15 minutes
later. (No, it didn't take me 15 minutes to
masturbate!) Sue was at the bar, talking
with a well dressed, dark haired, dark
complexioned man. He might have been
40, well built, and, damn it, handsome.
Sue's 5-10, this guy was maybe an inch
taller than she was. I went to the bar next
to him, showed my room key card, got a
Rum/Coke, and eavesdropped a bit. "Well,
Tom," I heard my wife say, "he won't be
back for a few hours, and I'm lonely. I'd like
a little company until then." I know she was
talking a little louder than she had to, so I
could hear. I could also see she was
aroused -- at least her nipples were
making their presence known.
He took her to a sofa in the lounge. It was
dimly lit, but not so dark that I couldn't see.
The sofas were popular with couples, now
each of the three in the lounge were
occupied. One of the other couples were in
an embrace, enjoying what little
privacy the dimly lit room offered. Their
kiss seemed natural and subtle, not sexy
or erotic.
I saw Sue sit close to Tom, I saw her neck
extend, as she reached toward him. He
turned, and leaned over to kiss her. My
cock began throbbing as I saw their lips
meet. That WAS sexy and erotic. I saw her
hand on his thigh as they kissed. That was
my shy, Boston high society wife?
They sat talking for a few minutes. Sue
saw me over Tom's shoulder, and
deliberately closed her eyes, and kissed
his ear. I was horny -- again.
A man sitting a few seats away moved next
to me when he saw me watching the action
in the bar mirror. He said "That guy's my
law partner and buddy, and that woman
with him is not his wife. He's been divorced
for a year, and really doesn't trust women,
but she's been all over him. That woman's
looking for some action, and my buddy's
going to provide it."
"Maybe," I said. "She does look good,
doesn't she?"
"Very fungible" was the reply. His
comment made me both excited and angry.
That was my wife he was talking about!
Nevertheless, I said "Let's drink to his
good luck," and signaled the barman for
another round.
Tom came back to the bar to pick up a
couple drinks -- I knew Sue gets less
inhibited with only two cocktails -- and I
heard him tell his partner that he'd meet
him in their room later -- he hoped a lot
later.
Tom went back to Sue, gave her the drink,
offered a toast, and kissed her again. I saw
Sue, as their lips met, open her mouth to
meet his. After a few more minutes, I
couldn't stand it. I wasn't ready to see her
enjoy his company so much while I
watched, and besides, I had enough
sexual release already. I decided to claim
what was mine.
I got up from the bar, and began walking
towards her, intending to take her to the
room. Sue, looking over Tom's shoulder,
saw me coming, and when I was about 3
paces away reached up, and pulled her
scarf from her neck!
I stopped, feeling as though the wind was
knocked out of me. She told me, later, that
the expression on my face made me look
like someone just kicked me in the groin.
She smiled at me, kissed at his ear again,
and handed him the scarf. My cock won
over my good sense, and I changed
direction a little and walked out of the
lounge, went to our room.
I programmed the cellular phone so I could
direct dial ("If you know the guest's room
number, press 7, then the room number,"
the damned computer said) by pressing
redial. I thought about taking the cam-
corder I use to record lectures, but decided
that wouldn't be fair. To hell with fair. I took
it and its tripod. I went onto the balcony,
full of lust, guilt, excitement, fear.
And with an erection.
I set up the camera, letting it run
unattended, and waited.
A half hour went by. I got angry -- where
was she? Did she go to his room?
The lights came on in the suite. Sue came
into the bedroom, looked around, went to
the drapes, looked at me and grinned.
She opened the balcony door a little, then
held it in that position with the rod in the
door track that the hotel provided. She
whispered "I want you to hear and see
everything. Remember I do love you, but
now, it's show time!"
She didn't notice the camera!
"Break a leg," I said, as she called out "I'll
let you in, Tom. He's not in here."
I heard the door open, then close. Tom
came in, carrying two more cocktails. That
would be overkill! Sue took one, drank
most of it, and said "Hmm. Liquid courage.
Have some, Tom. I like this. It's a lot more
private than downstairs. Now I can kiss
you properly."
She put the glass down, stood next to him,
raised her lips, and kissed him -- a mouth
open kiss!
His hands were all over her back, rubbing
from neck to ass. As the kiss lengthened --
and that wasn't the only thing lengthening -
- her hips were making pushing motions
against him. Hugging, kissing, being
caresses -- it was exciting all three of us.
She was being as uninhibited as she
promised.
Then, Tom stopped. "What if your husband
walks in?"
"No one can walk in, I set the deadbolt.
When he left, I told him that maybe I'd fool
around a little bit tonight and have a good
story to tell him when he gets back. He
really got turned on." Sue stopped talking
by kissing Tom's neck, and sliding her
hands under his coat. "Gonna help me
make up a good story?" she asked,
pushing at the coat, sliding it to his
shoulders.
"You mean he wants you to get it on with
someone?"
"Maybe a little. What I didn't want is to sit
in the lounge all by myself. This is much
more fun."
By now he had his hands on her buttocks,
and held her against him as he kissed her.
I loved it. He shed the jacker, and picked
her up, and carried her to the bed, put her
down, and kissed her again. I saw him kiss
her lips, then her neck, then move down
over her blouse to her breast.
After a few minutes of that, Sue pushed
him away. "Maybe I'd better call my
husband to be sure of his schedule. You
can get a LITTLE more comfortable."
She went into the living room. I watched
Tom take off his shoes and tie, and lay
back on the bed, looking around the room,
and while he stroked his cock through his
pants. At the same time, the cellular phone
in my pocket vibrated. I took it out, pressed
"send," and whispered "Hello." The voice
in my ear said "Honey, are you going to
rescue me, or do you want to see the next
act?"
I whispered "He's on the bed, playing with
himself. I'm out on the balcony, playing
with myself. We both need relief. Do it."
"OK," she said, "here goes. Just kissing a
strange man with you watching is really
exciting me. Maybe I'll let him touch me,
too. Just call when you've seen enough."
"Yeah, do that. Enjoy yourself, but no
matter what, you're getting fucked by your
husband tonight."
"I hope so. Enjoy the show," came back.
She came out of the living room. "I got him
on the car phone. He'll be here in an hour
and a half, at 10PM. I told him I was
working on a good story for later, and he
said I should have a reasonably good time.
Are we going to be reasonably good,
Tom?"
"Let's see how reasonable," he said. "I'd
better make a call."
He reached for the phone and called his
own room. "I'll be there before 11," he
said. He listened a minute, looked at Sue.
"I'll ask her. Sue, my buddy wants to know,
Did I get lucky tonight?"
Still looking at her, he said "Yes, I do
think I got lucky."
He made another call. "Will you make a
wake-up call to this room at 9:30 tonight?"
"You sure cover all the bases, don't you?"
Sue asked.
"Yep. We have only a little time, let's make
the most of it," he said, reaching for her.
Sue moved next to him on the bed. He sat
at its foot, and she kicked off her shoes,
and sat beside him. She had thought
through how to best expose what was
going on. I watched their reflections as
they kissed. He tried to force her back, but
she wasn't ready for that. Sue's hand went
to his leg, then moved up, very tentatively.
He reached for it, and helped guide her,
until she was stroking him through his
slacks. It was almost as if she was taking
his penis's measure.
He kissed her throat, and she tilted her
head back, exposing it, making it easier for
him. His hand went to the buttons on her
blouse.
Tom said something I couldn't hear. Sue
laughed, said "OK," and stood beside the
bed, in front of him. That gave me a side
view of both of them. She turned, letting
her skirt swing, flashing bare legs. She put
her hands to her neck, and while he
watched, unbuttoned her blouse most of
the way down. Since it was still tucked into
her skirt, only cleavage and part of her bra
was visible. The bra fastened in front. I
saw her hands go to the clasp, and release
it.
I loved it!
Her hands crossed in front of her, under
her blouse, to her breasts. She slid the bra
up and off them, and then pulled it from
under her blouse. Now lots of cleavage
was visible, and when she moved, her
breasts swayed and moved freely under
the loose, opened blouse. I knew Sue was
usually very uncomfortable when men
looked at her body, and I could see that
her face now was totally flushed with either
excitement, embarrassment, or lust.
Still, her "headlights" were very visibly
poking through the blouse. She started
back to the bed, but Tom said "Oh, don't
stop now."
"Yeah," I thought, "don't stop!"
"Well, maybe a little more," she said.
She bent over, and ran her hands down
her skirt along her hips, then thighs, until
they were touching her legs a few inches
below her knees. She stood up straight,
running her hands up along her legs, to
her hips, exposing a lot of leg, even
though her hands were concealed by her
skirt. I knew what was happening, she'd
done the same thing for me years ago,
when we were dating!
There was a motion, then her hands began
sliding down again. When they emerged,
her panties came with them.
She stepped out of them.
"Can I have those?" Tom asked.
"Are you one of those guys who like to
collect trophies?" she asked, as she sat on
the bed, and handed them to him.
He brought them to his nose, said "They
smell good. I'll bet you do, too. I'll keep
them," as they went into his pants pocket.
This time when he kissed her, she let
herself be forced back, onto her back. She
took his hand and guided it under her
blouse, to her breast.
I could see it move under her blouse,
cupping her, then twisting at her nipple.
After a few moments, his head moved
down, between her breasts. His head
turned a little, brushing her blouse away
with his mouth, until it found a nipple.
She held his head there --"I like that," she
said. I liked seeing it, too.
He nibbled at her for a few minutes, her,
with a hand behind his head, holding him
to her, her other hand under her breast,
lifting it to his mouth.
I saw him lift up, looking at her breast, then
with both hands, push down on it,
spreading it, making her nipple stand
upright, so that when he bent closer again,
he sucked as breast as he could into his
mouth, his hands stroking, milking, his
mouth sucking, nursing, until he lifted up
again.
"I knew I'd get milk. . ."
She pushed him backward on the bed,
pulled the blouse back over her breast,
and lay side by side with him with her back
towards me. More hugging, kissing, and
stroking! "Mmmmm, this is very nice," I
heard her say, as she brought her leg,
covered by the skirt, up over his hip.
His hand, on the middle of her back, crept
downwards towards her ass.
"Stop, Tom," I heard, as she repositioned
his hand higher. His hand crept down
again, she reached back, and moved it up
again. I was getting upset: he was
pressing her, and she wanted him to stop.
Then, she said "Don't be grabbing like
that, I'll help."
Her hand went to her own thigh, and I saw
her pulling at the skirt hem. Finally, the
lower portion came free, and she folded it
back over her hip, while still kissing him,
so that her leg, and ass, were uncovered. I
could see ass and cunt. She wasn't trying to
make him stop, but to make herself easier
to touch! And easier for me to see.
My own cock was throbbing again.
He was honoring her wishes, his had was
still on her back. she took that hand, and
moved it so it was touching her leg beside
her knee -- on skin!
"You're full of surprises," he said as he
stroked her leg, while she still held his
wrist. I saw my wife thrust her hips almost
automatically, she was playing the lonely
wife role beautifully.
She took his hand and led it along her
outer thigh, to about her naked hip.
She stopped kissing him, pulled her head
away from his, and I could see him
watching her, as she guided his hand
down over her hip, over her ass, toward
her cunt. As his fingers got closer, she
moved her top leg even more over his hip,
effectively spreading her legs for him, and
making access for his hand, and my view,
all the better.
I watched, fascinated, as that hand, those
fingers, got closer, closer.
They were at her cunt!
Her body quivered, as I saw his fingers
stroking her. Then, one disappeared, at
the same time she gasped.
"Oh, that's nice, Tom!"
"Sue, you're soaking wet! I'll bet you come
easily." I saw something most men never
do -- their wife with someone else's
fingers in her cunt. He was finger fucking
her! Her hips were moving, his fingers
were deep, moving from front to back. I
saw her hand come back, and cover his!
She was guiding his hand to maximize her
pleasure. "Just like that, Tom, please,
touch me like that," she pleaded, and he
did
touch her
like that
for what seemed like an hour, but couldn't
have been more than a few minutes.
I heard her moan, and saw her body move
in a small convulsion.
She had an orgasm with him just fingering
her!
I have a hard time doing that to her.
Maybe, I hoped, it was just the
circumstances, a new man, with me
watching. .. I didn't know, and was starting
to feel really jealous.
Her body relaxed.
In a moment, so did his. He rolled onto his
back.
I sat on one of the chairs on the balcony,
realizing that I had ejaculated too, just
watching. I wanted him to leave, so I could
enjoy my wife, and her body.
I waited, saw Sue move a bit. "Tom, that
was wonderful. Now, let me do you." Her
hands went to his slacks, loosened his
belt, then slid into his pants, as she leaned
over him, kissing his lips.
"I like kissing your lips. I think I'd like to
kiss you all over." Her favorite perversion!
Now I was willing to wait. I wanted to see
that.
I saw movement under his slacks, as her
hand moved there.
It was obvious she was touching him.
"Does that feel good?" she asked, after a
minute.
He took her arm, and pulled her hand out.
"Not like that," he said. I wondered what
was the matter with that man. Why would
he object to a woman touching his cock?
Almost promising to kiss it?
He got up from the bed, and pulled her up,
too, He reached for the clasp on her skirt,
but she took that hand, and stopped it. I
knew he wanted her nude and spread out
on the bed, but that wasn't going to
happen. Sue began unbuttoning his shirt.
Soon, she peeled it off. I saw his chest,
well defined, with an Omega shaped scar,
almost a brand, on it.
"It's part of pledging at my fraternity," he said,
as she ran her fingers along the scar, then
kissed it. Her hand slid into the waistband
his pants, towards his cock, again. He
stopped her again, saying "Wait." He
finished opening his slacks.
"Now, you can push them down."
Her hands found the waistband, and she
pushed, sliding them and his shorts
downwards. Tom's partly erect cock came
free. He bent down, pulling his slacks and
socks off, then stood in front of my wife.
Sue stepped away, and looked at what
even I would call a nice body, smooth,
slender hips, strong looking legs, and a
now very respectable penis pointing at its
target.
"I haven't looked at a man in that state,
except my husband, for a lot of years,
Tom."
He seemed to enjoy being looked at.
He pulled my wife nearer, took her left
hand, and guided it to his cock. He looked
at her hand, saying "Now, touch me." I
could see her wedding ring on her finger,
and her hand gripping his cock, stroking it,
forcing his foreskin over its head, then
back again.
Seeing her ring on that finger, on that
hand, stroking that erection, excited me
even more -- she was right, this isn't
cheating, a rejection of everything most
marriages stood for.
I didn't care! His naked body was now hard
against her, his cock, with her hand
guiding it, was pressing into her skirt.
Tom pushed her away!
"What's wrong, don't you like it?"
He said "Not like that. Stay there."
He sat down, legs spread. "Do you like
what you see?" I don't think she could
help it, her eyes dropped to his cock. So
did mine, for that matter.
"Yes, Tom."
He said "I want to see, too."
Sue later said told me she was in conflict.
She wanted to just masturbate him, but
that body and that cock looked so inviting.
Sue's face was flushed, her "headlights"
were on high beam, pushing at her blouse.
"Turn around."
She did, slowly.
"Strip. Show me your body."
Her face was bright red, now. She looked
at Tom, sitting there, stroking himself, and
her head moved side to side.
"Are you just a tease?"
"No."
I heard him say "I want to see every bit of
you."
Sue replied "I don't think I can do that."
"Bitch! I'd better leave before I do
something stupid."
I heard my wife say "Wait."
"Sue, I'm not just going to sit here with my
cock in my hand. We used to call women
like you white cock-teasers. You've got
the story you wanted to tell your husband.
I'm going."
She said "No! Don't go."
"This is new to me. Can you . . . help me?"
He stood, cock at attention, and stepped to
her.
Her face was alive with a shy smile.
He put his hands on her shoulders, and
pulled. She stepped closer in response,
and stood on her toes to kiss him, her
open mouth meeting his, hands reaching
for his cock.
"That's better." As their mouths met, he
began lifting the back of her skirt. I saw her
hands reach to his, and stop them.
"Sue!"
"I' m afraid. . ."
"Lift it for me," he ordered. Her own hands
found the back of her skirt, lifted it, until it
was above her ass. His hands, dark
against her skin, found her buttocks,
grabbed them, pulled her hard toward him.
Her arms went back to his cock, and his
hands pulled at her, spreading her cheeks.
"That's better. Lift the front, too!"
I saw Sue bend her lower body away from
him a little. One of her hands held his
cock, and the other began pulling up the
front of her skirt, higher, higher, until her
palm was on her belly, the skirt bunched
above it.
I saw Tom pull at her buttocks, pulling her
against him, his penis cock could finally
touch her body, not through her clothing.
Then, she moved again, and both her
hands went to his neck.
She was standing on tip-toe, his knees
were slightly bent. She was facing away
from me, I could see her legs, slightly
parted, and his cock between them!!!
She stood there with his hands on her ass
under her skirt, the skirt was ass high in
back, draped down over her hips, then
bunched up again above his cock. His
hands cupped her ass and he pulled her
closer, up higher, against him, that cock
now along the slit of her cunt, feeing her
heat.
"That's better," he said.
Sue later told me she could feel its heat,
too, and how wet she was. At that moment
her inhibitions began losing to lust.
After the kiss -- it was long -- she said "I'll
do what you want, and . . . show you," as
she backed away.
"Not good enough. You have to do what
you want."
Sue told me she never felt as though she
had to confront just what she was doing as
vividly as she did at that moment.
"OK. I want to."
He sat on the bed, cock in hand. She
stood facing him, so I saw mostly her back.
Her hands went to the skirt's clasp,
and released it. She let it fall, over her
hips, and along her long legs, to the floor.
Her blouse, with the lower buttons still
fastened, covered most of her ass and
crotch. It hung from her shoulders, barely
covering her breasts, to just below her
cunt.
"That's a good start, Sue. Now show me
why I should stay."
"Tom, I've never done this before," she
said, but lifted her arms, which lifted the
blouse, turned around, and I saw the
blouse flair a little, and show pubic hair,
lots of hip, some ass, the cleavage between
her breasts.
"I like the feeling."
I had often wondered what it would be like
to have a woman I hardly knew strip in
front of me, knowing it would end in sex.
Now I was watching it happen to another
man, with my wife. My emotions were all
over the place, I knew I could stop this with
a simple phone call. My finger went to
"redial", but then I put the phone down.
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