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WW in Seattle Story 4A (Wife)
written by "Luckyman and wife"
WW - WICKED WIFE - WANDERING WIFE - WIFE WATCHING
January 1998
(posted in 1998 & 2003, and now 2008)
(current note - I kind of have the formatting fixed ?)
On with the story.)
WW in Seattle Story 4A (Wife)
Since I described myself in the story WW in Seattle #1, that
took place in June 1997, I have been working out regularly.
My husband is very vocal about complimenting my appearance,
and even I agree my improved body looks fine. At work, and out
with the general public, I get plenty of second looks and quite a
fair number of complements. I am in my early 30's, above average
in height, and my most recent measurments are 38 1/2", 27", 37".
Depending on the make, I wear a 34C or 34D bra, and
size 10 or 12 dress. My red hair drapes to the bottom of my
shoulder blades.
I got dressed on a dark Saturday night in January. I put on my
Victoria's Secret black satin merrywidow, thong panties and black
nylons, with a black suede (yeah, black leather) slipdress over them.
I also wore black suede high heel pumps, dangly pearl earrings,
and a three strand pearl choker. I applied black eyeliner,
red lipstick, and a little blush, then I combed out my wavy hair.
I sprayed a little Red Door perfume on my pulse points, donned
my fake leopard fur coat, and I was ready to go to downtown
Seattle, after one last look in the big mirror.
As I approached The fancy hotel lounge I became very nervous.
I'm not the type to hang out in bars! Probably the only reason
I went on was because I felt I had committed to be there to two
gentlemen, and I don't like to let people down.
I resolved to do it and walked up to the entrance to stand in line
behind two (obviously gay) men discussing their cigars. One of
them gave me a piercing head to toe look, and made a jealous
comment about my looks to his companion. With the hostess'
permission, I went in and sat at the only seat at the bar that
was still empty.
On my right was a Generation Xer, who seemed out of place
with his wool plaid jacket on in this pretentious lounge. On
my left was a average looking gentleman in his late 40s with
a nice brown sports jacket and tie. A cool five person band
played and sang wonderful Sinatra style jazz music.
After about 40 minutes the gentleman on my left said,
"Excuse me, could I have the pleasure of a dance with you?"
I smiled and said . "yes", and we walked out to the small
crowded dance floor. After the song ended, he walked me
back to our seats, then left me undisturbed.
At the start of the next dance
from a table far behind, a handsome man in his late 30s
wearing a nice grey sweater walked up and asked me
to dance. I got up and walked with him to the dance floor,
where he took me in his arms and, while dancing, started
telling me how beautiful he thought I was. At the end of the
song, he asked if we could dance for another song, but I
told him while I'd like to dance with him again later,
I needed a little rest, so he took me back to my seat.
The band took an intermission that seemed to last too long,
and the young man on my right shared a few more pleasant
comments with me and the pretty female bartender, then left.
Only minutes later a distinguished and obviously successful
gentleman in his 60's approached and sat down on my right.
He was in the mood for conversation, and started telling me
little details about the band. He told me how happy he was
to be sitting with the prettiest lady in the place and asked me,
"Are you in the entertainment industry?" I told him
I was not, but he seemed not to be convinced. He asked the
bartender to bring me another drink, and he asked me to
dance. Out on the dance floor, he obviously enjoyed dancing
very much, spinning me around and dipping me, and singing
along with the band. When the song was over, he kept right
on dancing while holding me tight. After another song, he
finally let me get back to my chocolate martini. I was really
amused. It was very flattering to be so obviously desired by
all these fine gentlemen.
A song or two later, the man on my left asked for another dance.
He held me close, and told me how sexy he thought I looked,
and asked if I enjoyed the attentions of three different men in
such nice surroundings. I smiled at him and told him it was all
very gratifying. He smiled back and pulled me closer.
When I returned to the bar, the man in the grey sweater returned
and took me back to the dance floor. It was so romantic dancing
with a handsome gentleman who was perfectly behaved, but
obviously very taken with me. He held my right hand in his
and pressed it against his heart, and told me he had heard the
sound of hearts breaking as I entered the room. He told me how
lovely my hair and eyes were and how pretty my smile was.
He held me tight, and I could feel a bulge extending far
down his thigh. As he continued to whisper sweet nothings in
my ear, I became aroused and felt moist.
After two songs, I (somewhat reluctantly) told him it was time
for me to leave, so he walked me back to my seat, helped me
on with my coat, and kissed my hand.
I walked out into the lobby. There, sitting on a couch, was
my husband. He got up and approached me with a gleam
in his eye and a smile on his face. As we walked out to the
car, he said he could tell just by looking at me that I had
had a good time.
As soon as we got home, we kissed. A shiver went through
me as he moved to one of my weaknesses, nibbling and
licking my ear. I felt like melting when he moved on to nibble
and scrape his teeth on my shoulders. Then he kissed the
upper areas of my breasts and moved on to suck on my
nipples. I was moaning at this point and reaching for his swelling
cock. He entered me, and whispered in my ear about how
wet I was. He asked me who had turned me on as he
ground his hard cock into my sopping pussy. I told him
about the cock I had felt against my thigh while dancing
and how excited it had made me. It felt so good to have my
hot wet pussy filled as I took his repeated thrusts. I was
so glad I've trained him to have patience and delay his
climaxes until he has completed his obligation of "ladies first."
It felt so good, but I wanted more. I urged him to move
down, kiss and suck my breasts, then kiss my flat tummy,
then kiss my clit. He then set about licking my pussy until
I started to come. My moans filled the room and the spasms
wracked my body for several minutes, then somewhat
subsided. When he thought I was done, he entered me again,
only to find that I wasn't finished. I continued to writhe in a
continuing orgasm underneath him, bringing him to an
explosive orgasm.
I was so turned on and felt so romantic. Early the next
morning, I roused him up and urged him to satisfy me
(and him) again. He came for the second time in 6 hours,
surprisingly good for his being past 50 years (an age
where longevity has usually replaced frequency).
Every night that week I wanted, and got, satisfaction.
On Sunday he entered me and fingered me to orgasm.
Several nights I had him enter me while I used a vibrator
or his fingers. Each time, it was more than just a simple
orgasm. It was hard to tell if it was multiple orgasms,
or a very long-lasting (several minutes at a time) one like
a high plateau that had multiple peaks.
He came four nights straight, missed one, then started
a new streak again. He wasn't sure if he wanted to admit
that I was wearing him out.
No doubt, he found the idea of a 'relief pitcher' tempting,
but he was nervous about admitting that, especially considering
there was one so readily (and willingly) available.