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(this is tonytony version posted on Feb. 14, 1999)
tonytony3's A Voyeur's Wife's Story 1/2(wife sharing)
tonyto...@juno.com
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This is a revision of "A Voyeur's Wife's Point of View" and is
intended for adult entertainment only.
Barbara and Tom were childhood sweethearts, got married in
grad school 7 years ago, no kids, two fast track careers,
his in technology, hers in academia.
She told this story.
About 2 months ago Tom and I arranged to meet for dinner,
starting our night out with a drink at the Four Seasons. I got
there 15 minutes early, and the stress of the day as will
as my ever so middle class white wine released inhibitions
enough for me to get involved in a conversation with a guy
sitting nearby.
A half hour later I noticed my husband standing in the doorway.
I waved him over, introduced the guy, and in a couple of minutes
the two of us went to dinner.
"How long were you waiting there by the door?"
"About 20 minutes."
"Well, why didn't you come over, for heaven's sake."
"It looked like you were having a good time, and I liked watching."
"Oh." I realized this went on before with him. We dropped the
subject and had a nice evening.
On the drive home Tom asked "Did that guy - was his name Bill?
- try to date you?"
"No, we were just talking."
We talked about other things for the rest of the drive, but I
began worrying that he thought I might be appearing too
available to strangers, and that was just not the fact. I
like everything about my husband and being married to him.
It's the most important part of my life.
A couple of weeks later we made another date for a Friday
night dinner in town, with the meeting place set for the Sheraton
hotel. I thought Tom was late, until he appeared
from the back of the bar.
"What were you doing, I was waiting for 15 minutes."
"I just like looking at you."
"Were you waiting to see if anyone tried to talk to me, or something?"
"I confess."
"Don't you trust me?"
"Of course I do. But it's kind of exciting watching you talk to guys in
places like this, I
guess maybe I'm a bit of a voyeur."
"Well, that's different". I was happy that it wasn't a trust thing after
all.
Late at night the next week we were holding each other in bed - that's one
of the best
parts of being married, I think - and talking.
I brought up his bothersome behavior. "Tom, how come you try to watch
strangers
talking to me?"
I had my arm over his him when I asked that - there was nothing going on,
just a
married couple in bed, being comfortable with each other.
But I felt his penis stir. "I guess it's because I think you are beautiful,
and I like knowing
other guys think you are, too."
Well, that's kind of an odd compliment. "They may not think that at all,
they may be
just trying to make conversation, or maybe make a date, or even pick me up."
His penis stirred more. "Maybe that would be OK, too."
Now I was beginning to understand something new about my husband. I took the
hand
he had on my hip, and moved it to my crotch, then grabbed his cock - it was
erect, now.
"Barbara, you're getting all warm!"
"Tom, you're getting all stiff."
We put the stiffness and warmness together, and made love. That's not quite
true. We
fucked.
And talked, too, during the less active moments..
"Let me be sure I understand. You get turned on when you think about guys
trying to
pick me up."
He responded both physically and verbally: "Yeah."
"Well, I've heard of men like you. You're some kind of voyeur."
"Yeah, maybe."
"Tom, I've been married to you all of my life. I don't think guys are
interested in
picking up married women. I guess it is kind of nice having someone pay
that kind of
attention to me, it's sort of flattering - not that I don't want to be
married, or anything."
"Uh, you like that?"
"Maybe. It would be kind of nice if a guy tried to date me, or even try to
pick me when
we're out like that. It sure doesn't happen at Babson, or when we're out
together."
His movements became more urgent.
"Uh, would you like to go out to see if something like that would happen
on purpose, instead of accidentally, like when you're waiting for me, like
last time?"
His body was telling me it's something he was interested in, that's for
sure. He was
offering me a license to flirt! No, he was encouraging me to. I thought that
would be a
different role for me, a change from the professional one at work, or the
married one
with Tom. Why not?
I replied "Sure, so long as we wind up here."
The sex we were having continued with more excitement than usual.
The next day Tom came home from work - it was Friday - and told me he found
out the
Marriett in Newton was a place where singles our age went. "Let's go there!
You can
pretend to be single, or at least available, for a while."
This was moving from an idea to action faster than I would have imagined.
Somehow
we decided to do it. We had a silent drive along Rt. 128: I felt a bit
like I was being
driven to my execution. Well, it excited my husband. And me.
The hotel lounge was mobbed. It looked like most everyone stayed at the bar,
and guys
approached women, talked to them, danced, and tried to make dates. Or make
them, to
be more honest.
We parted at the entrance, and I went to the bar, feeling uncertain, in
strange waters, a
bit like a lamb being lead to the slaughter. After all, I had seriously
dated only one man
in my life, and married him. This was very new stuff.
In a while a couple of guys talked to me. One danced with me a few times. I
saw Tom
watching, and that made me both a little more comfortable, and flirtatious.
I once saw
him dancing with a nice looking woman.
A couple of hours went by, then Tom asked me to dance, too. We did, and
used that as
an excuse to leave together, not that anyone was keeping score, or watching.
We talked on the way home. "I saw that guy dancing with you. Did he try
anything?"
"No, it was just a dance. He was a proper gentleman. You know, up until
today everyone
who danced with me knew us as a couple. These guys didn't know that, they
thought I
was available. That was an odd feeling. What about that girl you picked up?"
"She came over and asked me to dance."
"Did you enjoy it?"
"Honey, things have changed since we were single. She liked to dance really
close, and
when I held her I was sure she wasn't wearing a bra, and I didn't feel any
panties seam
either."
"Hey, tell me more, oh husband with the wondering hands."
"Well, I could feel the heat from her groin through my pants, and I got a
hard on, and
she knew it. But she didn't back away, either, She liked to grind her pelvis
against me."
We got home, and got to bed. I wasn't happy. "Tom, I'm upset. The deal was
you were
supposed to be watching me, not flirting or grinding your cock into someone.
I feel
insecure, and I don't like this game."
He was apologetic. "Watching you was the deal, and to be honest about it,
that was the
best part. The other was a fringe benefit. I'd rather watch, anyhow. If we
ever go there
again I promise to just watch, OK?"
"Well, just so long as you kept that thing" - I grabbed at his cock - "in
your pants until
you get home."
He then used that thing the way I wanted him to. When I asked him while we
made
love, he promised that he wasn't thinking about the woman he danced with,
but about
me. Later I learned - you will, too - it wasn't only about me!
The next Wednesday evening Tom asked - begged - me to go out and "play"
again
Friday, and I agreed. I confess to daydreaming about some pick up
scenarios,
wondering how I'd act, what might happen. What started off as almost
unthinkable
outcomes (would I really let someone kiss me thinking I was single) by
Friday seemed
OK and even fun. I told Tom a little about my daydreaming - flirting, being
kissed -
and was rewarded with some pretty turned on sex. Tom, on the other hand,
didn't say
much about his own ideas, he just encouraged me with mine. He did insist on
this: "If
you kiss, you gotta tell."
Friday we had an early dinner so we could go out play 'See who tries
('tries' was the
operative word in my mind) to pick up Barbara'.
I pulled out a pretty silk dark print dress that buttoned all the way down
the front, a
matching half slip, panty hose, and a pretty bra. Tom got out a casual
outfit - camel hair
jacket, chinos, white opened collar shirt.
"How do I look?"
"Barbara, you look great."
He took me in his arms, kissed me. He already had an erection, and I was
pretty hot, too.
"Honey, can I make a suggestion?"
"Sure."
"You do look wonderful, but you look like you're going out with your
husband."
"Uh, I guess that's an old habit, but I do like this dress!"
"Yeah, but. . . Look, try something for me, OK?"
"Try what?"
"Try it without your bra."
"What???"
"Go on."
The idea did excite me. Tom must have been planning this suggestion all
week. Well, no
one would know me there. I went to the bath room, and came out two minutes
later. I'm
not very busty, so it wasn't uncomfortable.
"Any better?"
He held me again. "Much nicer. How does it feel to you?"
"Well, my breasts keep moving against the dress, like they do when I'm
wearing a
negligee, so it stimulates my nipples and they stand up. And I like the
feeling of being
kind of almost naked, and of your hands on my back: it feels very sexy. I do
like it."
He held me at arm's length, and sure enough, my nipples were poking at the
dress.
"I think that looks wonderful!"
"That was a good idea, but I am glad it's pretty dark in the bar. Do you
have any more
good ideas, or can we go? If we don't go soon I'm just going to grab you by
the cock and
take you to bed", I said. Actually, that seemed like a good idea, and a lot
safer than the
alternative.
"Maybe one more idea."
"Tom, you have an evil gleam in your eye. Now what?"
"Remember the woman I danced with?"
"Yes."
"She was very sexy."
"Tell me why."
"Well, when I held her like this when we were dancing" he demonstrated, "and
I moved
my hand like this", he moved it low on my back, "I just felt softness, and
not the kind of
hard feeling that an ass wrapped in panty hose has."
"You mean you want me to go bare assed under this dress?"
"Honey, your legs are tanned and smooth, and great looking. You don't need
panty hose.
I'd get an erection every time someone was near you, and I guarantee a
reaction from
anyone who slow dances with you. Yeah, go bare assed. Are you willing?"
"You didn't just get this idea, did you?"
"No."
He wants me to be sexy! I was so hot, so aroused, and I wanted to please
Tom, too, so I
just sat on the sofa, kicked off my shoes, stood, peeled off the hose, put
on my shoes, and
moved into his arms.
"Try that."
He did, and his erection told me just how much he approved.
"Maybe you should come to bed with me now", he said.
I thought about that. It was safe, it would be fun, but now I was excited
too, and feeling
wicked, daring. So, I took his hand and pulled him to the door. It was only
partly
teasing when I said "Not a chance. Now, we are going out! I want some other
men to
see me, and maybe hold me, and dance with me while I'm dressed like this.
Maybe I'll
get someone as excited as you are."
I thought Tom would insist on staying home, but instead he agreed. "Yeah,
let's go. I'd
really like to see that too". I was learning something new about this man!
I pulled on a jacket because I did feel very exposed dressed as I was, and
off we went.
We caught the after work crowd. The lounge was dark so it was OK - just
barely OK -
when Tom insisted I check my coat. I did, took a deep breath, and went in. I
danced
with 5 different guys. I liked looking at their faces when we danced,
especially when
they discovered no bra strap across my back, and then, how every one found a
reason,
while we were dancing, to let their hands drift across my waist, and feel
the slip waist
band, but no lower seams, only soft flesh. What a feeling of power and
control that was.
After a while I rejected most invitations, except from one nice guy. I knew
he was
aroused - that was clear - and he sure thought I was. He .did enough
exploring to have
figured out just what I was and wasn't wearing. Not that he was grabby, but
there were
casual brushes, and touches. He wasn't bashful about holding me tightly
while we
danced, and when our bodies touched, he made sure his arousal was obvious. I
remembered what Tom told me about the woman he danced with, so during slow
dances I managed to miss his lead a few times, and that caused - surprise -
a little
accidental pelvis bumping. If felt very strange, feeling him through the
fabric of my
dress. I thought, after an hour or so, he had read by touch every label on
every garment
I was wearing- all two of them. He wasn't being grabby, either - no hand on
my leg (by
now I was sitting at a small table with him) or ass grabbing, but casual
touches. He
didn't even try to kiss me, and that was a disappointment - I wanted my
daydreams to be
filled. He did make some interesting suggestions, though.
Tom spent his time at the bar, watching. He wasn't being subtle, but the
room was
crowded enough so I don't think anyone noticed. I did notice that he talked
to a woman a
couple of times, but never danced with her. He was keeping his part of the
deal.
After a while I figured I did enough flirting, and Tom should have had
enough as a
fledgling voyeur. I was horny and wanted to get in bed with my husband. I
got my coat,
walked out, and got in our car. A few minutes later Tom got in the driver's
side.
"Wow. Honey, you looked great. You had that guy so turned on I think he had
to go to
the men's room to masturbate. It was wonderful. I'm surprised he didn't ask
you out. I
can't wait to get you home." He started the engine. I turned to face Tom,
and said "He
didn't ask me for a date, but he did ask me to get some air with him, in his
car."
Tom put the car back in park. "He did? Did you want to go? Do you want to go
back in
to him?"
"He said he was going to leave just after I did, so I can't go back to him.
I didn't know if
I should go with him, or even if I wanted to, without talking to you a lot
about it, first. I
didn't know how you'd take it. Maybe I should have gone. I told him I didn't
know him
well enough to get in his car with him so he asked what about my car? That
way he said
I'd be in control."
"Stop, you're going to make me come without touching me! It sounds like he's
a smooth
operator. But this is a small car." We came in our bench seat old fogie
Olds. "Not much
could happen here, maybe some kissing and making out, that's all, and that
would be all
right."
"Are you crazy? There's a lot of room in this car!"
"Not enough."
He was wrong about that. "Let me show you."
I lifted up the center armrest, and had Tom recline his seat a bit, and tilt
the steering
wheel up.
"This could have happened."
I pulled him across the seat, and kissed him, tongue all over the place.
I said "I think he'd want to do that. I would want him to. I hoped somebody
would kiss
me like that tonight. He'd know that would be the only reason for me
bringing him here.
What do you think about that?"
"That would be all right with me, too."
"Oh, it would? What about this?"
I turned my back to him, got my feet on the seat near the door, knees up,
and leaned
backwards, into his arms.
It was a very comfortable position for me. I had an arm around Tom's neck.
He had his
left hand on the steering wheel, so it was holding me up, and his right was
around my
waist.
"Oh - oh, there's more room here than I thought" he admitted.
"Would you want your wife to be in someone else's arms, like this?"
"Oh, yeah. I dream about that! I'd love it."
"I'm going to pretend you're him. This would probably happen." I pulled him
toward me,
lifted up to meet him, and we kissed again. We were acting more like
teenagers than a
thirty something married couple.
I asked my husband "Should your wife do that, too?"
He whispered "Yes. I'd like that, I want you to do that".
I knew he was getting really excited. So was I.
"I'd want to do this, too" I said, and took the hand he had on my waist,
brought it to my
lips, kissed it, brought a finger into my mouth, and kissed and sucked on it
a bit, too.
That always got to Tom.
Tom said "Oh yeah, That would drive him crazy."
"You may think I'm awful, honey, but then I'd do this." I took that hand,
and moved it
from my mouth, along my cheek, and neck, to my breast.
Tom could feel my nipple standing up.
"The only reason for not wearing a bra is so he could touch me like that," I
told Tom.
"Ahhhh, yes, make him do that, too!"
I was really letting my imagination run wild, feeling sexy, and pretending
Tom was
someone else. After a few more minutes. . .
"I'd have to tell him I liked that. Maybe, if he was nice. . ."
"Oh, he'd be nice," Tom interrupted as I took his hand from my left breast,
and moved it
to the neckline of my dress.
He was looking down at me.
I guided his hand to the buttons, opened the first couple.
". . . I'd ask him to help with this."
"You'd do that??? I'd want you to, but I thought you'd get mad."
"He wouldn't be able to touch me if I was all buttoned up, would he?"
Tom never had trouble with my dresses, but he fumbled now. Finally, when it
was
opened far enough - almost to my waist - I said ". . . I would want him to
touch my skin.
. ." I took his hand and slipped it under my dress. ". . .I think he'd
want to, don't you?"
A minute passed.
He was silent, eyes closed, but his hand moved over my breast. I closed my
eyes,
imagining it was someone else, and it was even more exciting. I found I put
my hand,
outside the dress, over his, holding him to me. "Well, would it be OK
with you if I let
him touch me like that?"
"Yes, I want him to play with your tits."
Now he was cupping and fondling my breast. My nipple was so tight, and I
could feel
myself getting wet. Another couple of minutes passed.
"If you were he, I'd tell you I was getting very excited. Would it be all
right with you if I
did this?"
I took the open front of the dress and pulled it to the side, exposing my
breast, and
looked down at his hand holding me, rolling and twisting my nipple between
his
fingers.
"Yes, let him see your tits, too."
"Should I. .. ." I said, and pulled his hand away, pulled his head towards
my chest, and
lifted up until his mouth found my nipple.
I held him that way - not that he wasn't willing - for a couple of minutes.
"What do you think of your wife now?"
"I think you're wonderful, and he'd think you were terrific!"
"Do you really want me to let someone kiss my breasts, Tom?"
"Mmmm."
"Maybe, if he was really nice. . ." I took his hand and moved it down,
across my lap, up
my leg over my dress to my knee, and then down until it was touching my
skin on my
calf, midway between my knee and ankle.
"Do you think I should tell him both me and my husband want him to touch
me?"
"Yes," he mumbled (well, his mouth was full).
His hand was just stroking my leg, so I said "Don't be shy, stranger", put
my hand on his
wrist, and started it towards my knee. Tom's hand went under the dress and
slip, and
then, once at my knee, down along the inside of my thigh.
"Would you want me to let another man do what you're doing now?" I asked him
as I
opened my legs a little, so that by the time he got to my vagina he found it
hot, and wet,
and available. And he didn't waste a minute. He got fingers into me, while
he was still
sucking at my nipple.
"Tom?"
"Yes?"
"Are you serious that you want me to get someone to do this?"
"Oh yes."
"My dress is getting wrinkled." I lifted up, pulled at my hem, folded it and
my half slip
back to my waist. His hand never stopped, but now, in the dim light of the
parking lot,
we could see my breast, exposed, and my legs spread with Tom's fingers
moving in and
out of me.
I said "Are you saying you want somebody else to be touching me, with their
fingers
where yours are, and looking at me all exposed like this in the car? That's
all right with
you?"
"Yes."
We both enjoyed the game a little too much, and I knew my husband, playing a
guy who
picked me up, was as aroused as he could be.
"Don't you think it's a little unfair, that I'm getting all of the
pleasure?" I asked.
"Oh, but I love doing this to you."
"But I want to give you - no, I want to give him - some pleasure, too, OK?"
"What would you do?"
By now his mouth was on my breast again. I lifted his head from my breast,
lay my head
in his lap, turned toward him a little - not enough to interfere with the
wonderful things
his fingers were doing to me, though.
"I'd do this."
I put my mouth on his shirt, above his belt, breathed through it, so my warm
breath went
through his shirt, to his skin. I don't think it warmed him, though. He
seemed to shiver.
"And maybe I'd do this."
I lowered my head until it was in his lap, but facing him. I could feel the
heat from his
crotch. I got my hands on his belt, got that open, got his pants and fly
open, reached in,
got my hand around his cock - what a surprise, he had an erection.
"You'd want me to, wouldn't you?" I asked, as I stroked him and felt
twitches, and
quivers, as he tried to control himself.
"Well??"
"Yes, I'd want you to do that."
"Tom, his cock would be right in front of my mouth. Shouldn't I do something
about
that?"
"Yes, take his cock in your mouth like you do for me. Suck it!!!"
A tilt of my head, a little movement, and my lips were on it.
I took a break after a minute. "Is this what you'd want me to do?"
He pushed himself back deep into my mouth, and I heard "Yes. Do more". We
both
heard someone walk up to the car on our right, and we both looked out the
passenger
side window as a guy looked in. "Lucky bastard", he said, as he saw Tom's
hand
covering my crotch, an exposed breast, and Tom's cock almost in my mouth.
He got in
his car, and drove away.
Tom usually has a lot of endurance - he can hold his erection for a long
time. But now,
as the other car was pulling out, I felt his cock pulse, and he came in my
mouth. That
doesn't happen too often with us.
Afterwards, driving home -"Tom, you owe me a major orgasm."
"You're going to get one!"
His cock wasn't working any more that night, but his fingers and mouth were.
I got what
I wanted.
The next morning we spent in bed, cuddling, talking.
"That was some fun."
"I liked last night", I said, "did you?"
"You bet."
He asked: "Would you really do that with someone else?"
I told him I thought it was pretty exciting, just with him pretending to be
a stranger.
"Did you mind that guy seeing you going down on me?"
"It made it even better."
Tom said "The whole evening was a major turn on for me. I'd like you to do
that, maybe
even more, so long as you would end up here with me later."
"Tom, the only 'more' left would be for someone else to fuck me." I could
feel myself
getting excited again. "Is that what you want?"
He took my hand, and put it on his cock. It was getting hard again.
"At this moment, yes."
For the first time in years, we had intercourse every night that week.
Tuesday, in bed, before sex, Tom gave me a gift. I often wear a thin gold
necklace with a
single diamond pendent. It's a favorite that Tom gave me. This was a much
longer fine
chain. I doubled it, put it on my neck.
"No, no, you wear that on your waist, right on your skin."
"Oh."
I got out of bed, took off my negligee, and he put the chain on. It rode
high on my waist
on one side, low on my hip on the other, with the ends hanging free a few
inches down
my hip.
"Now, that IS sexy" , he said, and proved it.
Afterwards - at least I thought it was afterwards - I told him how much I
liked it, but
that I thought it should be worn more as a belt on a simple dress. "Barbara,
wear it on
your skin. And Barbara, it will be OK if I'm not the only guy who sees you
wearing it."
That lead to another sexy session.
On Friday morning, at breakfast, I asked "Are you sure you want to go back
to the
Marriett tonight?"
He answered with a question and a grin. "Yeah, what about you?"
"Tom, this is a dangerous game, but I admit I like it too, but, uh, what if.
. .?"
He looked at me right in the eye. "Anything you do is sure OK with me."
My grad students didn't have my full attention that day. I got home early,
Tom by 6:30.
I was ready to get dressed. Tom wanted to help, and the notion of having my
husband
help me get ready to go out and flirt - maybe more - made me even more
excited.
When I finished drying after being in the shower, Tom knelt in front of me,
looped the
chain around my waist, pulled me close and nuzzled into my pubic mound.
"Everything
else can go, but only I get to take this off, OK?"
"OK."
I don't wear much makeup. He watched as I dabbed a bit on.
"Honey, put a little perfume on your neck, too."
I did.
"Maybe some between your breasts, just in case?"
"OK."
"Thighs?"
"Tom, stop it! I can accept the idea of having someone play with my breasts,
but. . ."
"OK".
I selected my fooling around outfit for the evening. Silk blouse, long wrap
around skirt
that showed leg when I walked, fairly high heeled shoes. No bra, no slip, no
panties. If
we were playing strip poker, I couldn't lose too many hands. I felt free,
sexy, naked, hot.
"Tom, if tonight starts off like last week did, you may have to wait a
while if I go to the
parking field with someone. Will that be OK?"
His eyes told the story - it sure would! He confirmed it. "I'd like that, it
would be fun for
me, too. But what about you? It's your body."
"I made promises to be faithful to you. I don't want to break those
promises."
"Honey, " he said, "this is not cheating. It's for our pleasure, and I don't
care about other
people's opinions. It's between us."
"OK. I'm ready to go."
"Good, but before we do. . ."
He took me in his arms. It started out as a romantic kiss, but then his
hands were on my
ass under my skirt. "I love the way you look. I can feel the chain, too, and
I like that. If
things get pretty hot in the car with someone, at least you'll be wearing
something! I
love you, and I love you even more for doing this."
We started to the hotel: not a word was spoken as we drove along Rt. 2,
not a word
along 128, we were each lost in our thoughts. The hotel is just a couple of
turns from
128, and we got there too soon. He whispered "I love you" as he dropped me
off, then
went to park the car. I sat in the lobby, feeling excited, erotic, maybe a
little trashy.
Tom walked in - I know he saw me - walked by, and walked down the hall to
the
lounge without acknowledging me. I waited, went to the lady's room, then
with a deep
breath, entered. Tonight, I was pretty sure, I'd be willing be kissed
passionately by a
new person, and was scared and excited about it.
I had two cocktails for courage at the bar, rejecting a couple of
invitations to dance.
Finally, I decided it was time. It started out pretty much like the week
before. Once
again I danced with a couple of guys, but then almost exclusively with a
tall man named
Ted who was a sweetheart of a guy. Sexy, too. He wasn't grabby, but he sure
knew what
I wasn't wearing, there were enough casual touches, hands along my back and
so on, for
him to know that. I think he even figured out the chain, which rode high on
my waist on
one side, and on my hip on the other. The dance floor was pretty dark, but I
could see
Tom at the bar, watching. I'm pretty sure he saw Ted's hand move down my
back, and
pass over my buttocks. I knew Ted thought he was touching bare ass under my
skirt.
I could see Tom watching, as I looked at him over Ted's shoulder. I thought
I could turn
up the heat for all three of us. Besides, I was supposed to be sexy, and
available. When
we were dancing close to the bar I held him with my arm around his back,
moved
closer, and made it clear to Ted I wanted to be kissed. His lips brushed
mine, then my
ear. When we turned again I could see Tom staring, mouth open. Ted let me
know he
was a little aroused, too, as he held me against an increasingly hot and
hard crotch. I
may be married for a while, but it looked as if I was attractive enough to
cause a real
reaction!. Early on Ted apologized when he (I think accidentally) poked me
with it as
we were dancing. "Opps, sorry about that," he said. "That's all right" I
told him, and
moved so that the poking continued a bit. The dance floor was dark enough
so I could
enjoy that contact, and he lead me close to our table at the end of the
dance so he
wouldn't be seen walking off with that thing tenting at his slacks as
noticably
About 10 PM I excused myself and walked along the bar to the ladies room. I
nodded to
Tom as I passed him. When I came out of the ladies room, Tom was waiting.
"You gave me the high sign. Are you ready to go home now and get fucked?"
"No".
"Oh. Well, does that guy want to go out to his car with you?"
"Not this guy, honey."
"What, then? What's wrong with him. I'm ready for something to happen."
"There's nothing wrong with him. He's staying here, and asked me if I'd go
to his room
for a little more privacy."
"What!"
"Tom, he wants me to go to his room with him. That's not too hard to
understand, is it?
Maybe we should leave, and I can take you home, and show you what might have
happened."
"That's not my first choice."
"Mine, neither. Maybe I sould spend more time with him here and play around
some
more."
"Oh, I'm so damn horny", Tom said.
"Or you could wait down here for me, and I'd go to his room for a while, and
maybe -
no, probably - get a sexy story to tell you."
"Oh shit, I'm gonna come in my pants!!!"
"It's your game, honey. I could be happy either way, but. .."
"Would you actually go?"
"Well, you said you wanted something to happen, and now we have the
opportunity. Of
course, there'll be other opportunities, I guess . . ."
"I know." He paused, thinking. Pretending was one thing, but this was real,
fr both of
us. He about what he wanted. "Barbara, I'm going into the men's room. I've
gotta get
some release from my hard on, and I don't want leave right now. And then
I'm going to
have a couple of drinks in the bar, I figure I'm going to spend maybe an
hour and a half
or two hours here. Your choice. You can sit with me, or. . ."
"Tom, this was your idea. But, husband, I promised you my body is for your
pleasure
only. If you want to share it for your pleasure, it's OK with me. But, you
have to say so -
don't put it all on me!"
"I don't know what you want me to say."
"Tom, that guy wants me to go to his room. That's because he wants privacy,
and he's
not going to just dance with me there. Maybe it'll be like we acted out last
weekend,
maybe it'll be even more, and you know what that means. Do you want me to
go?" I took
a step away from him, did a bit of a model's turn. "Would you like someone
else to play
with my body tonight like you did in the parking lot last week before we go
home?"
"Damn it, yes!"
I kissed him. "Good. Me too. Hey, think of this while you're waiting. Those
wifely lips
you just kissed are probably going to be kissing someone else pretty soon.
Bye!"
He took my arm. "Barbara, if you go to his room, memorize everything, OK?
Make it a
great time for him, and a great time for you, too. Do everything you want,
because I
want that, too, but you have to tell me everything."
I said "I don't have any experience at this with other men to know about
great times, but
I'll try, and you'll know about everything we do", and I walked back, horny,
and ready,
and fast enough so he wouldn't have time to change his mind.
I sat with Ted again. The music was nice, so we moved back to the floor. He
had his
arms around me. I rested my head on his shoulder, felt him kissing my hair.
"Have you thought some more about coming upstairs with me?"
I knew he was going to ask again. I held him close, felt heat and pressure
from him.
Would I dare? Would it be as good as our games? I wanted to know. I
whispered "Yes.
After this dance, I'll go with you."
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He held me closer, tighter, until, too soon, the music stopped, and the
dance ended.
"Are you ready?"
I nodded. We went to the table, he tossed some money on the table, and I
picked up my purse.
He extended his hand, and. . .
. . .I took it, sealing my agreement to go with him.
When we left the lounge, with Ted's arm around my waist, and mine around
his, I saw Tom sitting in the lobby.
He watched us walk across to the elevator.
He watched, as, holding hands, we waited at the elevator.
He watched as the elevator opened, and watched his wife get in with a guy
who 'wanted some privacy' with her.
I almost was expecting, almost was hoping, that he'd stop me, but he let me
go, with Ted, into the elevator.
Ted turned to me as the doors were closing, and took me into his arms.
Our lips met, and I watched the doors close over his shoulder, with my last
image of the lobby being of Tom, looking in, at me, in another man's arms,
kissing, being kissed.
The elevator stopped, the doors opened, ending the kiss. Were we there
already?
We had arrived at the sixth floor. Now, Ted walked purposefully down the
hall, and stopped in front of room 635. He paused, extending his arm to me.
I caught up, and watched him as he opened the door. He smiled, and stepped
aside, let me go in first.
I hesitated, then stepped over the threshold. Ted moved the "Do Not
Disturb" sign to the door handle on the outside, and stepped in, too. I
heard the door close, and the night lock engage. That sounded final!
He took my hand and lead me past the door to the bath room, to the main
room.
I saw the king sized bed. What was I getting into? Could I keep this under
control? Did I want to?
He took me into his arms - I went willingly, expecting that first serious
private uninterrupted kiss. Instead, he spoke. "Barbara, you're wearing a
wedding ring. Are you married?"
Opps. I forgot about that. Well, try honesty.
I returned his embrace, one arm around his back, the other to the back of
his head, and replied "yes".
"Does your husband know you're out like this?"
"Yes."
"What's going on? Is it an open marriage deal?"
"No, it's just that a couple of weeks ago we both got excited about the idea
of someone picking me up, so we wanted to try it for real. And, here I am."
"You're kidding! Do you mean he's one of those guys where it's a turn on for
him for you to meet a guy, and come up to his room?"
"It's new to us, but we both liked the idea."
"Wow. . . .well, I'm not used to bringing married women to my room."
"That makes us even, I've never been in a hotel room like this with a man I
hardly know."
"Well, this changes things. What do you want to happen?"
He still had his arms around me. I snuggled closer, and decided to be bold.
"You wanted privacy. Me too. I'd liked to be seriously kissed by somebody
other than my husband. Will you kiss me?"
He did, and I kissed back. It may be the 90's, but this was the first sexy
kiss I responded to from anyone but my husband since I was a teenager.
It got hot quickly. Both our mouths opened, tongues touched. And I liked it!
Ted needed a shave, I felt myself getting what I used to call beard rash,
and didn't care.
"I couldn't do that in the lounge", he said, and I said "Then I'm glad we
came here. That was very nice". I couldn't believe I was saying and doing
the things I was saying and doing.
He lowered his hands to my buttocks, pulled me up toward him. With just a
skirt between his hands and my skin, it felt very sexy. I didn't resist at
all, just moved closer to him. Still, it wasn't too much different from
what he did downstairs. I could feel his erection, too. My hands were
around his back, but I figured two could play - actually three were
playing - so I lowered my hands to his ass, and pulled his hips, saying
"Two can play at that, Ted".
"That's nice, too", he said.
His pelvis - his erect dick - ground into me That's what happened a couple
of weeks ago when Tom and I practiced this, and less obviously while I was
dancing only a little while ago. In this room, though, it was very
different.
He broke the embrace.
I thought of Tom in the lobby with his imagination going wild, and reached
for him again.
"I'm glad your husband likes this idea."
"We both liked this idea."
I put one hand around his neck, pulled his head close for another kiss. I
liked kissing this guy, and wasn't sure how things are supposed to proceed,
anyhow. But he did. His hands were on my ass again, working at pulling up
my skirt. He wasn't being very successful at it. I pulled away a little,
freeing my skirt from between us, and that helped him. Now he could lift it
again. I felt coolness on my legs as it went up - how strange to feel that.
But then there was the touch of his hands on my skin - cool, controlling,
experienced. At least one of us knew what to do..
"No panties. I like that!"
"That was my husband's idea."
"That makes it even better."
No other man but Tom had ever touched my ass before like that. It was
strange, erotic, and I thought, a forecast of being touched more, too.
I had one hand on the back of his head, the other on his cheek, so I could
touch his mouth as he caressed me. I used that one to trace down to his
neck, then between us to his chest. Oh, what the hell, I let it drift
across his crotch, too. I am not good at judging things like this, but what
my hand grazed felt huge! What an odd sensation, feeling that heat, that
hardness, feeling his hands grabbing my ass, hands of someone I met only a
couple of hours ago. Being seductive and seduced like this was new, wicked,
exciting, and fun, and knowing I could do this with the full support and
encouragement of Tom made it even better..
I realized I had my eyes closed while his fingers were tracing up and down
between my buttocks, rubbing my anus. I opened them. His were open, looking
into my eyes, then behind me, and into my eyes again. I realized he was
watching us embrace in the mirror, or looking at the reflection of his hand
on my ass. By now I could feel one hand was holding my skirt against my
back while the other one fondled me, probing at me. I didn't try to stop
him, and instead stood a little taller, and kind of lifted one leg a bit
over his, making it easier for him.
"Are you looking at me in the mirror?"
"Yes, do you have a problem with that?"
"No. I like feeling you respond to me. and touch me, too. So far, I like
what you're doing."
He broke the embrace, dropping my skirt, and pulled the cover and blankets
from the bed, grabbed me, and pulled me onto the crisp white sheet. He
pulled at my blouse.
This was supposed to be sexy, sensual, not rushed!
"Wait, don't pull like that" I said.
Tom and I agreed breasts were in bounds. I knelt, facing away from him.
pulled at my blouse, pulling the front free of my skirt, was very aware of
the feeling of its hem sliding up my belly.
Ted knelt behind me and helped - such a gentleman - by pulling it free from
the sides, then the back of my skirt's waistband. Somehow feeling him
pulling my blouse free of the skirt was much better than the feeling when I
did it. Then, his hands moved to my hips, on my skirt, and moved upward to
my skin, on my waist, under the blouse - an electric touch.
I looked up, and saw myself in the mirror, kneeling on the bed. I saw a man
behind me, saw movement under my blouse, and felt his hands moving up my
sides, then around, and over my ribs, finally touching the underside of my
breasts. He paused, looking in the mirror, too, and his hands moved up under
my blouse, supporting the underside of my breasts, and finally, at last,
while he looked at our reflections, over them, to their most sensitive
part, stoking my nipples. The man in the mirror leaned towards the woman's
ear, and I felt a tongue create a thrilling sensation there. I watched the
reflection of his mouth slide down from ear to neck, and felt wetness, and
kisses, on my neck. I felt his mouth's progress impeded by my blouse's
collar, and saw the woman in the mirror reach up, release one button, then
another and another, enough to expose the valley between her breasts and
then slide the partly open blouse's collar toward her shoulder, so the man
in the mirror's mouth would be free to kiss her shoulder. I felt the
little bites as he kissed, and nibbled. I saw the man look up at the
reflection of the woman in the mirror, and heard him ask "I wonder what
your husband would say about this" as his hands fondled me, and his mouth
excited me, and the vision in the mirror was as erotic as anything I could
imagine.
"He'd like you doing that."
He mouth bit at my shoulder, the pain was sharp, exciting.
I continued: "He'd say 'good, don't stop'."
The bite continued, then he lifted his head, exposing deep teeth marks on my
shoulder.
He watched, we watched, as the woman in the mirror's hands went to her
blouse's buttons. In a moment the last button was opened. The woman in the
mirror 's right hand took the left lapel, and pushed it to her shoulder. I
felt the cloth drag over my nipple, as his hand cupped my breast. The man,
still kissing the bruised other shoulder, watched as her breast - my
breast - supported by his hand, was uncovered. Then the woman took the
blouse's other side, already on her shoulder, and started it down her arm.
The man in the mirror released her breasts, so he could help her pull her
arms from the blouse sleeves. I felt the blouse slide down my arms, and his
eyes on me. Her breasts, my breasts, were ruddy colored from his hands,
from my excitement - aurora smaller than I ever remember as an adult, and
nipples more extended.
I wanted him to look at me like a sexy woman, not a tenure track professor.
Tom did say to make it sexy.
This was much more exciting than the pretending I did with Tom a week ago in
the parking lot. It was so erotic, as the mirror showed his hands again
moving, until each nipple was trapped between a thumb and forefinger, being
twisted, kneaded. I felt the pinches, the mild pain, and loved it!
I looked down at his hands, holding me, and mine, holding his hands to me,
and looked up again, enjoying seeing, in the mirror, a woman, topless, a
man behind her, kissing her neck, his hands on her breasts. How sexy! I sat
up straighter, shoulders back, arms behind me now, as the woman in the
mirror - that was me! - thrust her breasts into the man's hands!
Those breasts had been only Tom's for all of these years. Well, until now.
Tom wanted me to share them, and I liked seeing them held by this guy, and
the erotic and mild pain of his twists and pinches, too.
After a moment, I leaned back into his arms, and moved even further back,
until I was prone on the bed, with him kneeling beside me. In a way, I was a
sacrifice, an offering, to him, on this altar of a bed.
"Do I look all right to you? I hope so."
He stared at me, looking down at me. Was I sexy enough, erotic enough?
He looked at my breasts.
He leaned forward, over me. He put both hands on one breast, in a pushing,
spreading motion, flattening it, putting tension on my nipple. He opened
his mouth as wide as he could, and brought to my breast, sucking in as much
as he could, hard, and his tongue teased my nipple. More beard burn! What a
wonderful, exciting feeling. Tom never did it that way. I resolved to teach
him. I realized I had one hand under my breast, lifting it to his mouth,
the other on the back of his head, holding him to me. How erotic, how
wicked!
I remembered how exciting it was in the car last week. How Tom thought, no,
how we thought, I should be provocative, sexy. And now, how much I wanted
to be!
I pushed Ted away, reached for the buttons on his shirt, and said "Your
turn."
He sat up, kicked off shoes, pulled off socks. He stood beside the bed, got
off his tie, his shirt, his undershirt, too.
I watched, and said, truthfully, "Nice body."
Belt open, pants off, and he stepped out of them.
He was wearing boxer shorts that were having a hard time hiding an erection.
I had not seen anything like that, except my husband's.
This was why I was here!
He seemed to hesitate. "I'm not sure about this, with you married and all."
I couldn't let him think like that, it would ruin everything!
I sat up on the edge of the bed, then stood in front of him, and took him
into my arms, felt my breasts against his chest.
This was a more serious kiss. Part way through it I let my hands drift to
his hips, to the elastic on his shorts.
I let one drift towards his groin. His kiss became more intense as I allowed
my fingers to touch the waistband, and to slip between it and his skin, and
move more, to the start of his mat of pubic hair. I could feel a gasp,
maybe his, maybe mine, as my fingers moved down, over that hair, until they
found the shaft of his penis, and traced out, and down, until I could cup
its head.
"That feels so nice" I told him. "I'm glad I'm able to excite you like that.
Ted, don't let that I'm married interfere, OK? That's between me and my
husband."
"I won't".
I wanted to see!
My hands went to his hips, and I sat down, holding him in position, in front
of me.
I pushed at the elastic waistband on his hips, and saw some dark pubic
hair exposed, then the veined shaft, thicker than I expected. The waistband
of his shorts were well down on his thighs as it slipped along the shaft of
his cock, until, at last, it passed of the head of his cock, and it sprang
up, free, and the shorts fell away. I loved knowing I could have such an
effect on this man. I found this new cock throbbing in front of my face
fascinating. I wanted to remember every detail.
"That looks wonderful" I said, watching as he stepped out of his shorts, and
he, no, it, stood, excited, proud, erect, pulsing with every heartbeat, in
front of me.
I leaned forward, towards his cock, hands now on his bare ass. I closed my
eyes, remembering. "My husband and I wondered about what would happen, and
this was my husband's idea, too," and drew him -it - closer.
I took his penis in my hand - so warm, so alive, looking so urgent - the
only cock except Tom's I'd touched. Tom always liked me to play with his
cock. Would Ted? Would I like it?
Ted stood, looking down as I held it, looking at its end, partially covered
with foreskin: I had not seen that before.
I grasped his shaft, and pushed a little: the foreskin pulled back,
revealing the head I expected to see, purple with passion, its eye promising
to erupt. A small pull, and his foreskin covered it again, sheathing it. I
pushed again, loving to see that throbbing purple end move out, exposing
itself, like some dark force, from its protective cover. Ted's hands were
on the sides of my head, and he pulled me to him, gently, hinting, not
forcing.
I turned my head just a little, and felt the heat of that cock along my
cheek, and the brush of his hair on my lips. I turned my head just a little,
and experimented with a gentle kiss on that anything but gentle looking
shaft. How could it feel so hot? Ted's moan meant he liked the kiss!
He smelled a little of talcum, and of sex, too. My closed lips touched the
side of that purple head, and Ted, looking down at me, moaned again, his
hips and cock were twitching.
This was wonderful!
I looked up at him, looking down at me, and, now sure he was watching, I
opened my lips just a little, kissing that wonderful head again, and was
rewarded by even increased excitement. He moved one hand from the side of my
head across my cheek, to my mouth. Tom liked me to suck on his fingers: is
that what Ted wanted, too?
I opened my mouth, accepting his fingers, and made sure he could feel my
tongue on them. He wanted more than that, and moved so that the head of his
cock was in front of my mouth. His hand moved from my mouth to under my
chin, and he lifted and turned my head. I knew what he wanted, felt the end
of his penis graze my lips. I opened my mouth a little, and looking up,
extended my tongue, touching him, touching that head. Ted moved a little
closer, almost in a pleading way, and I, remembering how much Tom liked me
doing this in the car, closed my eyes, felt the head on my lips, then, I
opened them a little, and felt movement, and tasted salt, and my mouth
opened more to accommodate him.
I told Tom my lips would be doing something unwifely. I wondered if a
different cock would have a different taste. It did. Ted's hands went to my
head, and he held me, while his hips flexed. His cock was moving gently in
my mouth - fucking it! So big, so hot, so exciting! My lips closed around
it, as they did for my husband's, and my tongue explored it, touching the
sides, the head, its eye, my lips closing over it, sealing me to it, so I
could lick and suck at it! Ted was gentle, not forcing, as I held his shaft
with one hand, and with the other, supported that huge sack hanging below
it! How could everything feel so hot?
What would my friends say - this very straight Barbara, Ph. D., sitting on
a bed, a stranger's cock in her mouth, and her loving it!
But this was preamble. Foreplay. I was worried that he'd lose control, and I
didn't want that. He was getting too excited.
I pulled away. I got out off the bed, pushed him on it, being totally sexy,
free, wanton. I stood pretty much between his knees now, lifted one foot,
and the skirt did what it was supposed to, and fell away from my leg, as I
slipped one shoe off. Changed legs, got the other one off, too.
By now he was stoking himself. I moved closer: he pulled me between his
legs. My breasts were about mouth high, and he started working on them
again. One went into his mouth, the other was getting twisted and teased,
hard, with his one hand, and his other hand was stroking his cock.
I had a brief reluctance - what was I doing here! - but I held his head to
my nipple. Tom, I decided, didn't pay enough attention to my breasts, but
Ted was. His teeth on one, fingers twisting the other, was almost painful,
but wonderful, too.
I leaned into his mouth. His hand began working its way up the inside of my
leg. Maybe he'd show me other things to teach Tom.
It was nearly time, time for the reaction to "go to completion", time to
turn the game my husband wanted me to play into reality. Could I do it, and
actually have intercourse with this man? Accept that cock in my vagina after
having accepted it in my mouth? I think I wanted to!
I released his head, and moved his hands away. I found the clip on my skirt,
and using both hands, overcame their quivering, and got it unhooked, and
held it closed, in position.
I took about a half step back.
He looked at me with lust in his eye, mouth open.
I felt a moment of hesitation, remembered the play acting Tom and I did in
the car, and remembered what my husband said he wanted me to do. I hoped he
still wanted it.
I let go one side of the skirt, and felt it unwrap around my body. It felt
as sensual as anything I ever did.
Now I was standing in front of him, with my skirt held up by one hand so the
material flowed down in front of me. I looked down at bare breasts, exposed
hips, the thin chain around them, and a draped skirt hiding my pubic mound,
and a stranger holding an erection with both hands.
"Breath-taking" he said.
"This is more exciting than I hoped. I love it!" I hadn't been this horny in
years!
I loved having him look at me, his mouth open, his hand holding his cock.
"Ted, you must have seen women undressed before."
"Yes, but not quite like this: you're a wonderful erotic woman. Please, will
you turn around?"
Still holding my skirt up, I did the same modeling turn I showed my husband
a little while ago. Except, Tom saw me clothed. I wished I had put perfume
on my thighs, like Tom wanted me to. Ted looked at every inch of me: my
hip, my ass, my other hip, and my breasts, again. Now someone other than
Tom saw me almost totally exposed. I don't think a man can understand the
feeling! As I turned the mirror came into view, showing a woman, holding a
garment against her, a man, nude, looking at her, their immediate future
obvious. . .
"Come closer."
I did, watching as he reached for me. I loved playing the sexy woman with
this man, for me, and for my husband. One part of my mind imagined how Tom
would react when I told him about this. Tom, downstairs, waiting, while I
was here, in standing in front of a naked man, holding my skirt in front of
me, a last barrier. I knew I should open my hand, and drop it, but I
hesitated.
Tom helped.
He put one hand behind my knee, lifted it. I put my free hand on his
shoulder both for balance, and because I was feeling weak-kneed. He guided
my leg so that I had one foot on the bed, next to his hip. The skirt was
still hung over my pelvis, between my legs, very close, now, to his face.
He took the wrist of my hand that was holding the skirt. It was almost at
my cleavage.
He started lowering it, and I didn't resist, was just enjoying the moment,
and the sensation of the material as it moved on my body. I watched as his
hand moved mine lower, and enjoyed the touch of his fingers as they
followed the material.
I watched as it moved over the chain. Tom gave me that so I'd remember this
was for both of us. Then my navel was exposed, and in a few seconds, the
start of my own triangle of pubic hair.
Tom wanted someone else to see my complete body. Now it was happening. I
felt Ted moving my hand, and watched his face and eyes, as they followed the
progress of the skirt. For just a moment I stiffened my hand, old values,
old ideas of marriage crowded my mind, but Ted, with a gentle pull, started
the movement down again, and those old ideas were replaced by the utter
enjoyment of this experience. I looked down, seeing his hand on my wrist, my
hand holding the skirt, as he pulled everything lower. Another couple of
inches, and then the fabric of the skirt, and my hand, and his, moved out
along the thigh of the leg I had on the bed. Now I was fully exposed to
this nude stranger, and I loved it. With one leg on the bed, I felt totally
opened. My skirt was covering only one of my thighs.
I knew at one level when I came into this room I might - no, probably
would - have intercourse - fuck - with someone other than Tom for the
first time. This was the next step.
I knew all of that, and decided my skirt was kind of the last shield between
me and him. If it went, I was even more committed to this. I thought of
Tom, downstairs, and our acting out in the car, and relaxed my grip. The
skirt, no longer protection, slid off my leg, and off the bed.
He was staring at my pelvis - no one had ever done that, that way, before.
Was it that obvious to him that I was already aroused, lubricated, ready?
I couldn't help myself. I pulled my hand free of his, and put that hand on
his shoulder, too. I stretched and arched my body, felt myself moving my
knee that was beside him away, and with my hands on his shoulders, and one
foot on the bed, couldn't be more exposed and available! I supported myself
by holding his shoulders, head back thrown back, and the curve of my body
moved my pelvis closer to him, and my knee, even more away, opening myself,
exposing myself for his examination, his curiosity, his pleasure.
I closed my eyes, felt his fingers touch my vulva. I was so wet and horny
that his fingers met nothing but heat and moisture as he ran them along its
lips. And a finger found its way inside me. The analytical part of my mind
logged it as a first penetration, but everything else was focused on the
physical pleasure. My legs were quivering - this was what Tom wanted to know
about, and now it was something I wanted to do, and memorize for him, too.
As his finger moved up and in, I tilted my pelvis, and moved to help it
penetrate. . .
"You haven't done this ever before?" he asked.
"Never, no, only with Tom - that's my husband": it was more a whimper than a
word, I wanted his touch to continue.
"Well, then, in that case. . ."
Now my eyes were closed, and I was enjoying every second. I muttered
something about my body bringing pleasure to my husband in a different way,
tonight. I felt movement, felt his mouth on my inner thigh.
He bit at it, an unexpected thrill. But then, I felt his tongue tracing up.
Was he really going to. . . and I arched even more as it found my clit! A
penetration of the second kind! So different a motion than my husband's. I
released his shoulder, and put my hands behind his head to support me,
pulling him to me. He had both hands on my inner thighs, now, fingers
meeting, then I felt a spreading, a being forced open wide, and his tongue
and fingers were doing new and strange magic on me.
I never had an orgasm standing up before. I wonder if other women had as
much trouble standing while it happens?
Ted paused while I shuttered, put both his hands around me, and held me to
his face, supporting the arch my body made, my arms now hanging freely
behind me, as my knees quivered.
"That was more than I ever expected it to be", I said after a minute.
He looked up, and took both my hands in his.
"There's more."
He moved on the bed, and pulled me beside him, and now I was naked on this
white sheet. White, for purity in one culture, for faithfulness, in another.
But I was being faithful to my husband, faithful to his wishes.
I rolled on my side, pulled him beside me. I felt this warm body, different
than my husband's, all along mine. I guess putting my leg over his hip was
automatic, but it put his cock against my pelvis!
He was watching me as his hands stoked my back, my ass, and over my buttocks
to my cunt as I stretched and molded my body to his, it was his to use as
he wanted, now.
"I can't believe your husband wanted you to do this," he whispered.
I closed my eyes, remembering.
"We talked about this happening," I whispered, "and I told him maybe someone
would be kissing and touching me. He said that would be all right, and he
could do even more. When I said the only more would be that he might have
sex with me, he said that was OK, too."
I opened my eyes, saw Ted still looking at me. I took my leg from over him,
moved his hands from around me, rolled on my back.
I looked at him beside me. He was supporting himself, hand on his head,
elbow on the bed, looking.
I pulled him towards me.
He moved closer, and then he was kneeling, straddling me, his knees outside
of mine. He leaned forward, put his hands near my shoulders, bent to kiss
me, while his erect cock pushed at my pelvis. He lifted away, suspended,
arched, over me. I was now a bit scared, my legs were tight together. He
looked so big!
His cock poked at my belly, my pelvis, again.
"Barbara, open your eyes."
I did.
"Are you having second thoughts?"
I nodded.
"Do you want me to stop?"
I moved one leg, pushing at his. He shifted, lifting, so I could raise my
knee, and got that leg outside his.
He shifted again, so I could release the other one, too.
Now, when he straightened he was between my legs, my knees were up, near his
hips, his cock was touching my pubic hair, my cunt's lips were partly open
because - well - I was spread out for him.
"No, don't stop." I whispered, to him, to me, and for Tom.
He said "Show me what you want - show me exactly what your husband wants you
to do."
What an exciting, perverted idea. I reached for his cock. There were a lot
of firsts tonight, and I was very ready for the next one.
I moved my knees up on ether side of his torso, and got my feet flat on the
bed.
I hoped Tom would enjoy hearing about this as much as I was, doing it.
I lifted/rotated my hips a little, got my knees as far apart as I could. Ted
moved so I could lead the tip of his penis to the lips of my vagina. Then
he held his position. I moved his cock along my lips, back and forth a few
times - it felt so good, and so odd, too. "He would want me to do this", I
said as I felt, and helped, its head find the lips, I used my other hand to
spread myself a little wider.
"Don't look at my face now, look there", he commanded, "I want you to see it
going in you."
We both watched, and I opened myself for this new, hungry, erect cock. I
raised my pelvis and felt the blunt pressure of his penis's head against
me. I moved so that his cock's head was just parting my lips - my other
lips, I realized, it had already violated my mouth.
I closed my eyes for a moment, remembering my husband, and the games we
played, and whispered to myself "This is for you, too." I held Ted's cock,
lifted another fraction, felt myself being forced open, and saw and felt
half its head, then all of it, start to enter me.
"Watch what happens" he ordered. I know my face flushed, my whole body did!
I sagged to the bed, with him matching my movement, his cock pressing
against me. I aligned my pelvis as best I could, and tilted it some more,
towards this intruding penis.
"Now!" he grunted, and I felt and saw the shaft of his cock slip into me,
opening me, the head probing, spreading me as he flexed his hips in one
delicious, long, slow movement. I felt myself flush red hot.
His penis's head pushed the walls of my cunt, moving easily through the
moisture there, but tight enough I was sure to keep that protective shroud
of foreskin peeled away from that wonderful smooth purple bulb, making space
in me for that long, hot, veined rod, going deeper in me than Tom could
reach. Then, pushing, slowly rotating his hips, he moved, too, until his
stiff pubic hair was against my belly, and his cock was fully seated in me.
I could feel his pulse in it - it was rapture! This new cock fit - I know,
they all do - and I thought "This is how adultery feels, when your husband
approves." I was fucking - really fucking, now - a man I wasn't married to.
His pressure and weight forced my ass back on the bed - I realized I had
lifted my pelvis a lot to help get him into me. I looked down along our
bodies, seeing breasts, my nipples erect and ruddy red, and his chest, and
our torsos joined at the crotch with what looked like common hair, his and
mine, together, touching. And where the visual part ended, the sexual part
began. I could feel little movements in me as he adjusted his pelvis's
position. His cock would press more on one place, then another, as though
it was searching for, memorizing, the right spot, so that in a few minutes
it would know exactly where to erupt. I was full of him, his heat, his size!
He began withdrawing, exposing what was now a glistening, wet shaft. That
was me, my moisture, wetting him, lubricating him! I had done, was doing,
what had been unthinkable only a couple of weeks ago! He withdrew slowly
until it was almost out. I watched and felt his erection disappear in me
again, spreading and stretching me with less effort this time. It didn't
take too long for me to get close to another orgasm, and I was pretty sure
from how hard he was pushing that he was close, too.
"So", he muttered, "this is what he wanted you to do, isn't it", as he moved
in and out of me slowly, I could feel wetness everywhere, cool under my ass,
hot in my cunt, as he fucked me: no, as we fucked each other.
"Yes, this, exactly" I agreed.
You can tell I had an accurate memory until now, but it became clouded here.
I do remember bringing my legs together again, under him, relaxing them as
he pushed, then hard together, squeezing his cock as he pulled. I remember
my wrists being held above my head by his strong hands, as his pelvis
pushed against, into, mine, as his cock pushed and stretched and filled and
violated and in its own instinctive way found new places to give me
pleasure. I don't think I could have been a more enthusiastic partner as he
pounded into me.
I do remember him at one point suspended above me, half inside of me,
looking along our bodies, and saying "I want to remember what this looks
like and feels like forever."
I looked, too, and agreed: "Me, too."
In almost too short a time he whispered "Barbara, I can't hold back much
longer!"
I felt him throbbing, felt a strong heart beat bounding in his cock, from
him, in me, felt my own little muscle spasms grabbing at his cock as he
started to pull away. "NO" I said, freeing my hands, grabbing his waist,
holding his hips close. I got one leg out from under him, then the other,
wrapped them around his back, locked my ankles, and pulled him closer. I
tipped my pelvis so that I was wider still, and almost hissed. "Come in me.
Give
me
every
drop!"
I watched his face redden, and I felt myself flush and quiver, too. I loved
the way he pushed in, and loved the way his cock seemed to grow a little
longer at the last minute, reaching still deeper in me, and getting still
hotter. I looked down, saw him pull back a couple of inches, thrust in,
again and again, and I could feel the twitches his cock was making as he
ejaculated in me, grunting, making "Uhhhh" noises with each spasm as he
came, in time with my own noises. I put a hand on either side of my cunt,
spread it as much as I could, and pushed against his pelvis. I captured his
shaft between the thumb and fingers of each hand, and began a milking
motion, masturbating him instinctively, " . every. . . drop. . ."
And he delivered. Each time he'd thrust, I heard myself moan, and met him,
with my knees far apart, sometimes legs bent, sometimes straight out and
up, masturbating him with each stroke, very aware of feeling him push in me
with each spurt, of that very male look on his face. I'm sure I could feel
his semen pumping into me. Tom wanted me to be memorable for this guy. I
was trying.
It seemed to take a long time to empty himself. He was pushing, stroking,
even when I felt, in all that heat and moisture, his penis finally get a
little softer, get a little smaller.
I DID IT! I seduced a stranger, fucked him!
At last he stopped, paused on me, then rolled off, trailing a thread of his
ejaculant and my lubrication across our pelvises.
We lay there, both out of breath, both sweating, my hand stroking his cock,
his fingers probing my vagina, heat radiating from pelvises, coolness from
the puddle of my lubrication under me. I could feel some of his cum
cooling, too, as it leaked from me, could feel his cock softening in my
hand. What a sense of power I had, and of relief at having gone through
this thing for Tom, and for me.
"I loved it", I said.
"Me too. Thank your husband for me."
A few minutes later, somewhat recovered, I said "I gotta go, now." I kissed
him. After all, he was only the second man to have done that to me.
"Before you go, can I have your name, your phone number, maybe at work?"
"Uh-uh. This was only time only, it won't happen again. Pleasant dreams."
I stopped for a minute in his bath room, wiped some of what he put in me
away. I washed up quickly. He had some talcum powder, and I used a bit of
that on my pelvis, got into my blouse, skirt, shoes, and let myself out. I
took the "Do Not Disturb" sign as a kind of trophy.
Tom was in the bar, looking very anxious.
"Honey, you weren't gone very long - only 45 minutes. I guess nothing
happened."
I didn't answer that. "I'll tell you at home. Let's go" I said, instead.
When we got home, he wanted to sit and talk, but I insisted he come to bed.
"Please talk to me" he said.
"Get in bed", I told him. He did. I got out of my outfit. I turned around at
the foot of the bed. "How do I look?"
"You look great. Are you going to talk to me?"
"I promised to not to keep any secrets, but you're going to have to give me
some time."
I was scared of how he'd feel.
I stood close. "Take off the chain."
He did.
"No one else did that tonight."
"Good."
I got into bed.
He reached to kiss me, but I stopped that. I lay on my back, and spread my
legs. "Get on me."
He did, and tried to get his penis where he wanted it.
"Not yet, please, honey."
He was laying between my legs, and looked at me. "What's going on?"
"Honey, look at my face."
He did.
"What do you see?"
"Barbara, it looks like the skin is roughed up a bit."
"Now, why do I want you to shave before we make love?"
"So that my beard doesn't scratch you."
"So what do you know now that you didn't know before?"
"Oh, I get it. Someone else has been kissing you, hard."
"That's right, You are not the only man to kiss me tonight. Is that all
right?"
He shuttered with excitement - totally turned on. So that much was still OK
with him!
"Sexy kisses?"
"Very sexy kisses!"
"I love it. Tell me more."
I put my hands on his shoulders, pushed his head lower.
"He hurt you! You're shoulder's all bruised! Damn him!"
"No, no, that didn't hurt, it happened in the passion of the moment. I'll
tell you about that later. I pushed he lower, to my breast.
His mouth found it, began sucking the same breast that was sucked on a short
time ago.
"Look at me, Tom. Is anything different?"
He paused. "This one looks a little bruised, and this one looks like it has
some of the same whisker rash your mouth has."
I could feel hips making the little motions that means he's very horny. More
evidence that I could tell him some more about the night.
I said "Tom, I hope its OK that you're not the only man to play with my
breasts tonight."
"Good!"
"Open your mouth really wide, and suck at my whole tit."
He did.
"That's what he did, too!!!"
I thought he'd go crazy.
"Oh, I like this. Tell me more. What else did he do?"
I pushed him a little lower, then caught him with my legs when his head was
at about my navel.
He was getting into it, now, and I was getting horny, too.
"I smell talcum. Since when did you start using talcum powder, honey?"
"I don't have any. Could that mean some other man's talcum was where your
face is tonight?"
He was shaking with excitement. Me too, I liked doing this to him.
I released the hold I had on him with my legs. I opened them for a second
man tonight, I could feel how wet I was, and how excited I was.
I put my hands on his shoulders, and pushed him lower still, until I could
feel his breath on my pelvis.
I rotated my hips again this evening, opening myself, and felt him put a
hand on either side of my vagina, and felt him lower his face into it.
Now I was holding his head in place, while he explored every part of me.
"I smell something different here, too!"
"Maybe. Maybe you can taste something different, too. Is that OK with you?"
I thought there'd be a premature ejaculation then.
"Tom?"
"MMMMmmm?"
"I'm about to come!"
I grabbed his hair, pushed his face into my crotch, and had an orgasm.
Again.
And then pulled him along my body.
I asked "Are you mad at me?"
"No"
"Did you like going down on me just now?"
"Yes".
"Even if I fucked someone else a hour ago?"
I kissed him, and found his cock, and guided it - not that it didn't know
the way - into me.
I was as again as wide as I could be, and he was pounding me as hard as he
could.
"No, I'm not mad, I love it! Your cunt feels all open and loose! Tell me!!"
I wrapped my legs around him - "Tom, don't be mad at me, but I held him like
this, and stroked his cock while it was in me, and I asked him to give me
every drop he could, and he did. Is that what you wanted to happen?"
"Yes, yes, yes"
"And I had two orgasms while he fucked me, too."
I was milking him like I milked Ted, and felt pretty much the same
twitching, and little jerks, and I'm pretty sure I could feel him start to
come into me, too.
"Honey, when I told him I was married and you wanted me to get fucked, he
got really hot - he was in me really deep!"
I guess you could figure out that Tom exploded into me. Just as he started
to I said "And your cock is swimming in its own cum, and someone else's,
too."
I thought he'd burst! I knew he was weird for wanting to have other guys
screw his wife, and I was weird, too, for letting it happen, and enjoying
it.
That all happened about six weeks ago.
When either of us want to relive the experience, we put the "Do Not Disturb"
sign I took from the hotel on the bedroom door. It gets put on the door a
lot!
We've talked about it, and acted it out, and enjoyed it, every time.
But you might want to know if we think there'll be a next time.
We think so, but it won't be quite the same.
Next time, we decided, I'm going to do the seducing, and select the man I
want! We've even practiced. I dress up, always with the gold chain around
me, usually in the silky, dark print front buttoned dress I told you about
earlier. But no half slip, no panties, no bra. We both like me to keep the
top unbuttoned a couple of inches, and keep the bottom unbuttoned to about
mid thigh. The dress reaches to mid calf. Then, when I cross my legs,
there's a lot of exposure, and we both get turned on by that. We especially
get turned on because if I let the dress hike up a bit, a guy in the right
position, like sitting next to me, could find out by touch pretty easily
that I was nude underneath. At least, when Tom and I sit in a lounge like
that he can get a couple of fingers very warm and moist while each of us is
sipping a cocktail.
We go out, and I let other guys try to pick me up, and dance with me. Almost
always the moment they hold me they get bold, because they can't feel a bra
strap, or slip, or panty seam, and they figure I'm an easy pick up. I love
the casual way their hands seem to glide over my back, how they figure out
the chain I wear on my hips, and how quickly they get an erection. Then, I
pick up my husband, bring him home. By the time I get the dress unbuttoned
and held closed only with a sash - then it's like a negligee, with legs and
cleavage showing every time I move - he can hardly control himself.
We've been planning now, for the next "real adventure." We're going to the
Eastern Analytical Symposium in New Jersey next month, one of Tom's out of
town conventions where most of the attendees are straight arrow technical
type guys. One, we think, is going to get lucky, and maybe remember what
happened the rest of his life.
Oh, there's another thing that'll be different.
When I told Tom what it was like to have Ted help take my blouse off, and to
show myself to Ted, he said he wished he could have seen that. And I
realized it was something I wanted him to see.
When I told him what it was like to unhook my skirt, and have it unwrap,
until I was holding it up only in front of my pelvis, and how Ted took my
hand and moved it so I was all exposed, well Tom said he wanted to see me
do that, too. And, it's something I wish I could have shown him, instead of
just telling him about it.
And finally, when I told him what it was like to guide Ted's cock to my
vulva, and then to raise my hips while he stayed still and rigid, until his
cock got inside for the first few inches, well, he wanted to see that, too.
And I really like the idea of him watching as I do that, too.
So, next time we'll have to fix it so Tom can see. I guess it means we'll
have a hotel room with a closet in the bed room, or a balcony, or
something. We'll get the right kind of room at the conference. Until then
I'll practice by picking up my husband, and giving him the same treat we
both want to give to a nice stranger.