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It was too erotic to stop.
Her face was red, and her breathing fast.
She wanted to be provocative for this
stranger, while her husband watched. She
turned her back to him, facing the mirror,
facing me.
She looked in the mirror, at herself, at him,
and then, at the gap between the drape
and the wall. I moved a little so I could see
only her -- then he couldn't see me -- and
closer, so my face was partly lit from the
lights inside. Her eyes met mine. I nodded.
I saw her reach up, take the blouse's
collars, and spread them, exposing her
breasts to me. I nodded approval again.
The blouse still had a bottom button or two
fastened.
Still with her back to him, so that she was
facing me in the mirror, she smiled,
crossed her arms and pushed the blouse
to her shoulders. A shrug, and it fell down
her arms. She held it there with her arms
still crossed.
It fell midway down her back, and looped
around to about her knees, for a moment.
Tom could see her back and legs, but I
saw flushed face, breasts and cunt. They
looked wonderful. She told me she thought
that maybe she should stop right there;
that she kind of hoped I'd call and rescue
her; that she didn't want to be rescued;
that she wanted to show off in front of this
man while I watched, and make both of us
come. She knew that if she straightened
her arms and let the blouse fall she'd be
totally exposed to a stranger who wanted
sex, that she'd probably at least technically
commit adultery, while her husband
watched. She knew she'd violate her
Proper Bostonian image of herself. She
looked again at him in the mirror. Looked
again to the side, saw my face. Saw me
nod, still again.
Seeing that, and hoping/knowing that I
wanted her to continue -- she was right
about that -- she dropped her arms to her
sides, and the blouse floated down her
arms,
down her hips,
over her legs,
and to the floor.
She knew at that moment she wanted
to be completely uninhibited. She felt sexy,
and with me nearby, safe, too.
Her arms went behind her back, making
her breasts jut forward, pubic hair and cunt
on display, nipples standing out. "Is this
what you want?" she asked, looking first at
me, my reflection, (asking me, too?) then
turning, stepping over the blouse, and
standing with feet a little apart, pelvis tilted
up. My lovely wife was standing naked,
showing another man her body -- posing
proudly -- and obviously available. She
was as excited as I'd ever seen her. "Do
you like what you see? Is there maybe
something here worth you staying for?"
Tom looked at her breasts, her pelvis, as
he stoked his cock. Sue blushed even
more.
"Are you done being coy?"
"Yes."
"No more teasing?"
"No more teasing."
"Do you want to fuck me?"
Pause.
Small voice.
"yes."
"I'm a lawyer, Sue. I need to hear the
words."
"Yes, I want to fuck you, Tom."
"Good. Come here."
She moved between his legs. Now I saw
mostly her back while she stood between
his legs. Tom had the best view. It looked
like she was standing there with her pelvis
tilted up to him, totally open to whatever he
wanted. He grabbed her ass with both
hands -- he seemed to like grabbing my
wife's ass -- and I heard her "OOh" as he
sucked a nipple into his mouth. It was
different than before, before when they
were mostly clothed. This sucking was
going on between two nude people, a
certain prelude to. . .
to sex.
The hands on her ass dropped a little to
her upper legs, and I guess he pulled at
them, because her knees and feet parted a
little. His right hand reached between her
legs, and I watched it as he extended two
fingers, and pushed them into her. My wife
was acting like a whore, and I loved it. She
spread her legs a little more so he could
get his fingers, already wet, in deeper. She
held his head to her breast and leaned
away from him, pelvis forward, offering a
completely available cunt.
"Do whatever you want. Do me."
He brought his other hand around, and I
saw his four fingers trace over her hip,
down her back, then move lower, until they
were in the crack between her ass cheeks.
Her pelvic motion, which up to now had
been forward, stopped, and she was tilting
her ass up and back, to receive his fingers.
I heard a sharp breath as the fingers
passed over her anus.
"Oh, you liked that," he said.
"Yeah," came out of her mouth, but she
was breathing fast, in time with the fingers
exciting her vagina.
He turned her sideways. She stood there,
her knees flexed a little, her head back,
her body arched. The middle finger of the
hand that had stroked her ass was stroking
her cunt, until it was wet. It moved back to
her anus. There was another sigh from
Sue. She moved as though she were going
to sit on a high stool, with her ass tilted up
a little.
His finger pushed at her anus. "Is this what
you want?"
"Whatever you want," she repeated. Then
she said ". . .yes. . ."
He pushed hard, and I saw it penetrate her
ass. I thought she'd scream. She was
being expertly sexually man-handled, and
enjoying every minute of it. He was being
rough: each time he drove his fingers up
into her cunt and ass I saw his biceps flex -
- he was lifting her onto her toes with each
push, as though he was doing arm curls
with free weights, except he was lifting her,
she was the weight, his fingers deep
inside. I got worried -- I didn't what her
hurt, but then I heard her say
"That.....feels......so..... good. . ."
in time with each lift.
I stopped worrying.
He wasn't gentle as he bit at her nipple,
either. The bruise I saw later proved that.
Her hips were driving at him, and she
started her "MMMM mmm" noises again.
Then finally, she sagged against him,
exhausted, and spent.
"Wonderful," she said, with her head
against his shoulders. "You made me feel
wonderful. I want to make you feel good,
too."
"OK -- I'll show you how."
His hands went to her shoulders, and he
pressed her downwards, to her knees. He
leaned back on the bed, supported by his
elbows.
"Help me make up a good story for my
friends, Sue." She looked up at him, and
down at his cock.
"I want to tell them about a going to a
woman's room while her husband was
away."
"Yes, you did that."
"And how she stripped for me."
"I did do that."
"And how she went down on me until I
came!"
"I like doing that," she said, and I saw her
kneel upright, bend at the waist, wrap her
arms around his legs, which were still little
over the edge of the bed.
"Will you tell your friends I did this?"
Her head bend over, hair falling forward,
and she went down, slowly. I had no doubt
about what was happening, and my
erection began growing, again.
"I'll tell them," he said. "Sue?"
"Mmmm" was the reply. "I want to watch
you suck me, I want to see your mouth and
your lips on my cock."
"OK."
She knelt upright again, put a hand on
each of his knees, and moved his legs
apart. I saw her sort of walk ahead on her
knees, then settle back, so her ass was on
her heels. Her head was much lower, now.
He sat up, while she turned her head, her
mouth on his inner thigh, moved her hair
over her shoulder so he could see her
face, and, tongue lapping, moved forward.
I watched as she lifted his balls, moved her
mouth behind and under them.
"Watch me." She took him in her mouth.
Now her head was moving in and out,
instead of up and down, and I could see
my wife looking up at him while he
watched his cock slide in, then out, of her
mouth. She told me later she took as much
him into her mouth as she could. She
licked his shaft, his balls, everything, and it
had her almost have an orgasm again.
I didn't see it, but Sue told me he reached
down and began masturbating while he
was in her mouth.
She said, "Wait, Tom. Don't come that
way, not yet. I need you to be hard for a
while."
She stood, naked, not nude, in front of
him. Her cheeks were wet with saliva, and
so was his cock.
She took his hand, and moved him on the
bed so he was on his back, head toward
the mirror. She got over him, straddling
him, facing him, and the mirror. She bent
over and kissed him, then sat back in a
squat, and positioned herself over his
erection. She looked into the mirror, saw
me -- I had moved closer.
She was supporting herself with her hands
on his shoulders. "Help me!"
He took his cock, and guided it to her
cunt's lips. "Yes, like that," she said, then
slowly lower herself onto it. He put one
hand behind his head, looking between
them at the wonderful sight of his cock's
head there, his other hand stoking that
head along her lips, over them, then, I
think I saw, just between those lips, the
start of intercourse.
My own erection was throbbing as I saw
his cock, at least as long as mine, enter
her. "That way," she said, "use that
hardness that way."
"I wanted to fuck your mouth," he said, his
hips lifting, using the hardness as she
asked him to. She leaned way back so her
cunt, with his cock in it, was easy to see.
"Watch me!",she said, pretty loudly, to
both of us. She was wanton, totally on
display, so different from the woman I
knew. His hands went to her breasts,
pinched at her nipples, and moved up and
down as she rode him. I moved closer to
the gap in the drapes so she could see me
watching. She looked at me in the mirror,
as I saw his cock glistening with her juices,
being forced to bend a little because of the
way she was leaning back. She put one of
his hands to her mouth, and was licking at
his fingers. She watched me looking at her
and at his cock in her as she rode him.
She came again! So did I. Tom didn't, yet.
She sagged down on him, kissing his
chest. "I want more," he said, and took her
waist with both hands and just lifted her off
him. He turned her on her back, so that her
head was toward the mirror. I could see
along her body. Tom sat up, He rolled
onto her, and one at a time, took her arms
and moved them above her head. Holding
her by the wrists, he suspended himself in
a classic pushup position over her. I could
see his penis, stiff, and pointing.
She looked down along his body, his legs
outside of hers.
"Do me, do me like that, first," she said. I
saw her left leg move, nudging him. He
rolled to the side a little, and she was able
to move her leg from between his, to
outside of his.
She moved her other leg, he rolled to the
other side, and suddenly she was spread
out, him between her legs, his cock,
already wet, pointing at her cunt, wanting
to go in there, again.
Sue moved her knees apart and up,
spreading her legs, and giving herself
some mobility. She looked at his penis,
tilted her pelvis, and lifted her hips,
moving, I was sure, to help his penis -- this
stranger's penis -- find its way into her --
my wife's -- cunt.
"Do me now!"
I was shocked at how much I wanted to
see this continue. Had I been in the room,
I probably would have guided it into her
myself!
He let his weight down on her. I had a
wonderful view down between their bodies,
saw his cock brush her pelvis, saw her
adjust her position, saw it move down
some more, and then, his erection
disappeared into her. His hips began
flexing, driving into her. Sue looked up at
him, watching him, and matching him,
thrust for thrust.
I watched him pounded into her, legs
flexing, with his hips and pelvis slapping
into her. They were both grunting in time
with each stroke.
She was every bit acting like an expensive
hooker who loved her work, and who knew
her job, now, was to satisfy him. She
pulled her hands loose, and held his hips. I
saw her help him drive into her.
"Do you," she asked, "still want to tell your
friends about how I went down on you until
you came? Is that what you still want?"
"Yes!"
"I want" -- he was talking between strokes -
- "I want to tell them that."
"Tell me when you start to come" she
hissed, between his thrusts.
In a moment he said ". . .now. . . I'm
starting now. . ."
Her hips raised to meet his thrust -- then
she pulled away, her hands on his hips
holding him in position, his cock exposed
and wet and bobbing, with a first white
spurt reaching her pubic hair.
"I want to taste you!"
She pulled at his hips, pulling him forward.
He moved up on her on his knees, and she
down, while he ejaculated on her belly,
then on her breasts.
"I love doing this," she said, as she pulled
him higher, and he pulsed on her cheek,
until her mouth got around him. Sue's
hands left his hips, wrapped around his
ass as she pulled his pelvis to her face, his
cock into her mouth.
I remembered how that felt, feeling her
tongue on me, her mouth around me, as
the final few drops of seman left my penis.
He'd remember, too, the rest of his life.
Finally, he started to roll over, onto his
back.
Her arms were around his hips, she
followed, her torso against his legs, her
head, well, you know where her head was.
She turned her head toward him, towards
me, her lips drawing out, then releasing
him, letting his penis rest against his leg.
"Is that the story you want to tell your
buddies?"
"God," I heard him say, "you are fantastic.
Yes, that's the story," as he looked down
at her, arms still wrapped around his hips,
her mouth still at his crotch.
Finally, she moved beside him. I saw him
stoking her face, then realized he was
spreading his own cum on her. When his
fingers would move close to her mouth,
she licked them. I was exhausted, and I
was just watching.
"I love doing that," she said.
A few minutes later the phone rang.
She said "That's your wake up call. You'd
better think about going. I have a horny
husband who will be here soon, and I want
to get ready for that."
"Does he mind you doing this?"
"I don't think so, so long as I tell him all
about it. I'll tell him you were pretty good,"
she said, then kissed his cock. It began
responding right away. "Don't let's waste
that" she said. She pulled him near. He
went willingly, although he said "I don't
think I have anything left."
Sue knew better. She lay beside him, and
began stoking his cock while kissing him. I
saw him get harder, then his cock began
pulsing, and he was treated to a final small
orgasm.
I sagged onto a chair on the balcony,
totally spent. In a couple of minutes I
heard Sue talking. "Well, you came. Now
you gotta go, Tom. I have a good story to
tell, and so did you. My husband will enjoy
every word." Sue pulled on a robe. "Can
we meet again tomorrow? Can I have your
phone number?" he asked. "Sorry, Tom,
no phone numbers. This was supposed to
be a one time deal -- but it was a good
time for me."
"Will you really tell your husband about
this?"
"You have no idea how much he'll know --
every detail," Sue told him.
"Weird" he said, as he kissed her, his
hand groping under her robe a final time.
"If you're here tomorrow night, I'll help you
get an even better story."
"What would be better than this?"
"Well, my partner could come, too."
"Uh, Tom, you'd better go."
He dressed, then left.
As soon as she locked the door, Sue ran
to the balcony door, and rushed into my
arms. "Was I good? Are you mad at me?"
I said "I must have come five times,
although at the end I was shooting blanks.
I'm not mad, I am turned on, you were
wonderful."
"So you did you like the show?"
"Yes -- is that what we do?"
"Exactly what we do, sometimes," she
said. "Pretty sexy stuff, huh?"
"I had no idea. Let me fuck you, if I can."
"I've never been such a slut. I felt so naked
as when I was riding him. I don't want to do
that again anytime soon, but what a turn
on. I saw you watching!"
"Get in bed, Sue. I want to feel what it's
like to fuck you while you are still full
Tom. God, he could keep it up a long
time!"
Sue laughed. "No he couldn't. He had to
run to the men's room when we were in the
lounge so he wouldn't stain himself. That's
why it took so long for us to come up. And
he came when he was fucking me, didn't
you see that? And a little just before he
left. He couldn't keep it up, but he sure got
it up often enough."
We pulled the bed cover off -- it was a
mess. It was strange, feeling my well-
masturbated cock moving in my wife's well-
fucked cunt. The excitement was intense,
the sex wonderful. We switched from
making love, to having sex, to loving,
again and again that night.
Then she asked, with a smile, "Honey, do
you want to stay another night?"
Sorry, readers, we decided not to stay that
night. We had a good enough story, and
we knew we were pretty lucky -- wife
watching doesn't often turn out as perfectly
as this did.
The rest of the trip was successful
professionally, and amazing sexually. Not
a night, not a morning went by without us
talking about what happened, acting out
what happened, and in general behaving
like a couple of kids who just discovered
how much fun sex was.
No other hotel offered the same
opportunities that Quality Suites did, or at
least we didn't make any such
opportunities. We also decided that kind of
fun has to be reserved for special
occasions, far from home. "Maybe only on
the other side of the Mississippi River,"
we agreed was a good limitation.
Some reader is sure to point out both
Baton Rouge and New Orleans are east of
the Mississippi, which proves our
knowledge of geography ends on the
shores of the Hudson.
Months went by, then a year, We used the
erotica of Baton Rouge often, but Sue was
getting worried about something.
"Are you sure you're not mad at me for
Baton Rouge?"
I proved in every way I could that because
I shared her, I didn't feel I had to have sex
with another woman to somehow get even.
Then this happened.
Sue had gone to "The City" - in Boston that
means a trip to New York - to present a
paper at a professional conference. As
was her custom, she stayed with her old
college room mate and her husband.
I had a call the evening Sue was due
home. "Honey, Jan (the ex roommate) is
having some problems, and asked me to
stay an extra night. OK with you?" Well, it
really wasn't, but there wasn't much I could
do about it. Interestingly enough, I had
never met Jan, or her husband Rich, even
though Sue visited there about once a
year for the 15 or so years we're married.
Don't get the wrong idea. I trusted my wife
then, and still do now.
Sue came home the next day, and as was
our custom, we were holding each other
and talking in bed.
"Honey, Rich and Jan are bored with each
other. She told me their life is just so
damned predictable it's driving both of
them crazy. It looks bad for them."
"Too bad."
"I know we agreed to never tell anyone
about what we did in Baton Rouge. Can I
tell Jan? Maybe something like that will
liven up their lives."
"I haven't met them in 15 years, probably
won't ever meet them, so go ahead if you
like. You'll have to face them knowing you
- or I guess we - had a one night fling, I
won't."
"Thanks, honey. I think knowing there's
things they can do to make things more
exciting will help them. Now, do you
remember how it looked when I took my
blouse off in front of Tom, while you
watched from the balcony . . .".
A couple of nights later, again in bed, Sue
wanted to talk. "I talked with Jan about
what we did," she said, "and it turns out
they talked about doing something like
that, too. Rich told her she could do
anything she wanted, so long as she took
plenty of pictures. He doesn't want to be
anywhere around if it happens."
"No problem," I said. "Take a cam corder
or something, and a tripod, find an
interesting guy, and everyone wins."
Sue cuddled closer.
"Honey, Jan just won't go out and find a
stud."
"Well, you did. Maybe you can find one for
her, or she can make up a story, instead."
"We came up with a different idea. Your
birthday is next month, and so is Rich's."
"I don't want to have a birthday party with a
guy I don't know, with the idea of somehow
saving his marriage!"
"That's not the idea. Jan said she'd like to
get Rich pictures, or maybe a video, for his
birthday."
"That," I said, "is guts football. 'Here,
honey, is a birthday present - it's a video of
me humping a stranger. Many happy
returns.' And besides, how does that relate
to my birthday? I don't want a video of her
- or you - screwing around, thanks all the
same."
"God, for a smart guy you're dumb. We
want your help."
"We???"
"I told her I'd help, and you would, too. To
begin with, we have to make sure Rich is
serious about what he says."
"If you'd let go of what you're grabbing, I
could think more clearly."
I had an idea.
"Sue - I'll draft a disclaimer for him to sign.
He'll have to video tape himself reading
and signing it at the start of the actual tape
Jan will use. It should drive him crazy,
because he'll know maybe something is
going to happen if he signs it, and not
know when. If he doesn't sign, he'll have to
just shut up. If he does, it'll be right on the
tape, so he can never say he didn't mean
it."
"Great idea. Do it. Now, dirty old man,
here's your reward. Do you remember
when I squatted over that guy's erection
while you were watching, and did this . . ."
The next day, I put a draft of an agreement
in the bathroom for Sue to read before
bed. It went about like this:
"I, Richard H- have asked my wife to make
a pornographic video tape including her,
and not me, on the same tape being used
to record me sign this. I promise that
1: My wife will always have custody of the
tape
2: Only she and I are allowed to see it,
unless she agrees otherwise.
3: I will never discuss this tape, or anything
associated with it, with anyone, ever,
without my wife's specific permission.
4: It can't be used for any purpose except
to enhance sexual pleasure between the
two of us.
5: The taping, if it's done, must be made
within 4 weeks of the date I sign this."
She came into the bedroom with it in hand.
"Sue, when he sees that, especially if he
signs it, he'll be so horny he won't be able
to see straight."
"Honey, that's wonderful. I'll email it to her
tomorrow."
"Where's my reward?"
"Well, it can start by you telling me what
you were thinking when I was kneeling in
front of Tom, like this, and moved his
knees apart, like this, and then did this. . ."
A week later, Jan called Sue. Sue told me
Jan and Rich were having a much better
time together. Sex hasn't been as good for
years. They were experiencing pretty much
what we did when we first talked about our
"outside the usual envelope" sex
adventure.
Rich, Jan said, has the agreement and
cam corder nearby, and just looking at it
gets him so excited he can't keep his
hands off Jan. " course, we both think
he'll never sign it," Sue told me.
"So, just the idea of it is working," I said.
"Good, that was easy."
A week later the phone rang. It was Jan,
for Sue.
Sue came in after talking with her, face
flushed, grinning a little nervously.
"This is a bit scary, Tony. Jan asked Rich
what he wanted for his birthday, and he
handed her the signed agreement and
tape."
"Wow. Does she have the nerve to do
something like that?"
"Honey, if you ever heard us talk about sex
when we were room-mates you'd think our
major was sex. But, in the end, we were
mostly talk, although when we were
serious about someone, well, you know"
"I know the difference between sensuality
and love. I know you do, too. But does
she? After all, it's decoupling a whole set
emotions from the act of fucking."
"I don't know what she's going to do."
"Well, Sue, maybe you'll have to coach her
in seduction. If you can coach her to be
like you were, she'll blow Rich's socks off.
Now that I think of it, maybe she'll blow
something else, too. That's making me
horny. Practice your seduction on me,
now. . ."
A couple of days later, Sue made an
announcement. Jan was going to be
spending a few days with us. "She wanted
to be away from New York, to talk this
whole thing over with me, person to
person," Sue said.
"That's just fine. I thought I'd never meet
them, now you've told them about what we
did, and she's coming here. Sue, I can't
get involved in marriage counseling. I don't
even like someone else knowing what we
did in Baton Rouge."
"Too late to worry about that," Sue said,
stressing the obvious.
Arrival day. Sue met Jan at Logan Airport,
and drove her home in time for dinner.
What a surprise! My wife is blond, 5' 10" or
so. Jan might just make 5 feet, and
couldn't weigh 90 pounds. She had to be
Sue's age (40) but looked 30. Also blond,
long hair, and so cute it hurts.
"Well, they did call us the long and short
it in school."
Jan at dinner proved to be a charming,
lovely woman - no surprise, and in those
dimensions at least, much like my wife.
"Jan, what Sue and I did worked for us, but
I have no idea if it would for anyone else,
so be careful," I told her at one point. "We
think we know how to separate in our
minds sensual sexy stuff from real love-
making. In fact, sometimes we say `this is
just fucking' if we want only the physical
part."
"I think I understand." How could a woman
who's thinking about video taping a one
night stand with a stranger blush when I
said fuck?
Jan showed me their cam corder, and Sue
wanted to try it out, too. We played with it
for a while, being silly, and frankly, just
getting to know each other. We had nice
wine, a fire going - just a wonderful time.
Much later, Jan looked at Sue, and said
"He'll do just fine - he's just as nice as you
said."
"I told you so", was Sue's response.
"Huh?" was mine.
Sue put the camera on its tripod, and told
me "It's just girl talk. I'll tell you about it
later."
Jan, yawning, said "I've had a long day,
and I'd like to get ready for bed."
Sue took her to our guest suite (a fancy
name for a bedroom with an attached
bath), I went to our room, got on pajamas
(we had a guest, if she called I wasn't
going to run around naked), and crawled
into bed.
A half hour later, Sue came from our
bathroom, wearing a robe over what
looked like a nightgown I hadn't seen
before. At least, my cock responded by
getting harder. She turned on the CD, and
Segovia's romantic Spanish guitar music
filled the room.
She sat beside the bed. "Do you like her?"
"Yeah, she's so cute, and she has a
personality like yours. If I didn't love you so
much, and if she wasn't married, well, who
knows?"
Sue took a deep breath. "Good. I gotta tell
you something. When we were room
mates, Jan and I talked about doing
something really erotic, sometime. We
talked about it again last week, and
decided this is the something, and
sometime is now."
"Huh?"
"Tomorrow's your birthday, but you're
going to get your gift tonight."
I heard the bedroom door open, and Jan
came in, also wearing a robe, and carrying
the camera.
"Oh oh."
She set it down behind me, facing Sue,
and turned it on.
"Well?" she asked, looking at Sue.
"I think he'll cooperate. Honey, this is your
birthday present," and, looking into the
camera, "your present too, Rich."
Sue motioned Jan closer, and I saw her
robe didn't close with a sash, but a red
ribbon, the way a gift would be wrapped.
And so did Sue's!
"Ever since we were room mates, we
talked about what it would be like for the
two of us to be totally uninhibited with a
guy. You "- and looking into the camera -
"and you too, Rich - are the lucky winners.
You're both going to find out. Uh, and so
will we."
Sue went to her little ex-room mate.
"I'll help unwrap part of your present," she
told me. She stood behind Jan, reached
around, and pulled at the ribbon.
Jan's robe fell open, revealing a white
camisole. Her body was swaying in time
with the music. Jan moved the robe to her
shoulders, down her arms, and to the floor.
I saw a shadow of pubic hair, small
breasts, erect nipples under the flimsy
thing she was wearing.
"Isn't that a perfect little body?" Sue asked,
as her hands moved from Jan's neck, over
her breasts, and met at her crotch. I
couldn't believe it as I saw one of my wife's
hands glide between Jan's legs, palm up,
fingers probing . . .
Jan stopped that, though, and turned to
Sue. Soon Sue's robe was open, too, and
descending to the floor.
"I can't remember how many times we
were in our room, dressed like this, and
once even did some kissing and touching
and pretending and talking about what it
would be like if we had a man we wanted
to share," Sue said. She was wearing
about the same thing Jan was. It's no
surprise that my wife was blushing, all
over. Rich, when he saw this, would see,
through the thin material, my wife's body,
too. I'm sorry to say I found that an exciting
thought.
"Yeah, but until tonight sharing a man was
only talk," Jan answering the question I
wanted to ask before I asked it.
Sue took Jan's hand, and brought her to
the bed. I was under the sheet, but my
erection was pretty evident.
Sue put the fingers that were briefly in Jan
to my mouth. "Does she taste like me,
honey?"
She didn't wait for an answer. She pulled
away the sheet and sat on one side of me.
"Sit over there," she told Jan, motioning to
the other side of the bed.
"Your turn," she said to me. They both
peeled back the sheet, exposing
pajamas bottoms not doing a good job
hiding my erection.
Sue unbuttoned my pj tops, then each
woman, working on a sleeve, peeled it off.
I LIKED THIS!!!
We all three looked down at a hairy
triangle of hair vanishing under my pj
bottoms, and the evidence of my
excitement.
"Lift up a little, honey".
Sue began sliding my pj bottoms down
over my hips. The elastic waistband hung
up on my penis, then began sliding over it,
revealing first one inch of shaft, then
another, and another.
My mind was - what do the military call it?
"overtaken by events." This wasn't
something I ever considered, but faced
with the reality, my body was making its
wants known. The two women, and the
camera, saw that.
I looked at Jan, who was in turn staring at
my crotch, and what was being exposed
there. Her hand came over, almost
involuntarily, and lifted the elastic, freeing
me.
"Oh, Sue," Jan said, "I'm afraid it looks a
little too thick for me. Honey," she said,
looking into the camera, "do you think that
will fit in me?"
I looked at Jan - I had not been this naked
in front of a woman except Sue for a long
time - as she looked down at my body. I
was enjoying this, a lot. My cock, for that
matter, was nodding its head, too.
Sue moved to the side of the bed, pulled at
the pajama legs until I was free of them.
"Don't just stand there, collect your
present," Sue said, as she moved to adjust
the camera.
I was acting instinctively, now.
I sat at the edge of the bed, Jan was
standing in front of me. I remembered
watching Sue stand that way in front of the
guy she used in living out our fantasy. I
reached to Jan's shoulders, pressed them
downwards. She knelt willingly. I leaned
back on my elbows, and my erect cock
went vertical.
Jan turned to the camera, and Sue, and
said "Watch, Rich. Is this what you wanted
to see?"
The camera and my wife were to our side.
Jan eyes were looking first into the
camera, and maybe thinking about her
husband watching, then down at my
erection. I watched her lower her head,
and I could see her tongue reach out, and
feel it caress the side of my penis. The
camera was watching, too.
She looked up at me, smiled, and while
holding my cock just licked it, from base to
head. But when her head moved down
again, her mouth was open, and I was in it.
I could feel her actually sucking, hard.
I looked at my wife, who was watching her
good friend go down on me. I could see
she was enjoying the voyeurism as much
as I was enjoying the sensations. Now,
maybe, she would understand the
pleasure I had in Baton Rouge.
After a minute or two - only in porno
movies can someone stand that for an
hour - I pulled myself up and took Jan by
the hand, brought her to the bed.
She lay on her back, feet toward the
camera.
I sat beside her, and Sue came over too,
and sat on the other side.
"Jan, you are over-dressed", I said.
She looked at Sue, almost asking
permission. After seeing a nod, she sat up,
said to the camera "Hope this is want you
wanted, honey", and slipped her garment
over her head.
And lay down on her back again, an arm
across her breasts, another at her crotch.
This small body, these small breasts,
excited me. I leaned over her, only to have
Sue take my head and push me toward her
friend's breasts. As I got closer, Sue said
something like "don't hide, Jan." The hand
covering her breast moved to my neck,
and drew me down.
My tongue played with her little acorn of a
nipple, one hand began exploring her
other breast, the other she moved to - in -
her mouth. Her arms were no longer
defensive, one holding my hand as she
sucked at my fingers, the other stroking my
cock.
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