This story is copyright ©1999 by Adam Gunn. All rights
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This story was previously released
under the author name of Mr. Backgammon
The Dueling Duets:
Don the Professor
By Adam Gunn
HIGGINS [becoming excited as the idea grows on him] "What
is life but a series of inspired follies? The difficulty is to
find them to do. Never lose a chance: it doesn't come every day.
I shall make a duchess of this draggle-tailed guttersnipe."
- George Bernard Shaw
Pygmalion, Act II
Lisa was having another affair. I could always tell because
she started changing her habits. This time, she was tickling
my nipples a new way when we made love. I wasn't worried though;
I knew she'd let me in on the fun when the time was right.
You see, Lisa and I had what used to be called an "Open
Relationship." Back in the late '70's and early 80's, when
we were both divorced, both of us had relationships with a lot
of people. I met Lisa when I was doing an managerial training
seminar for the training company I was working for; she was one
of my students. After one of the classes, she came up to me and
asked me if I was available for outside consultation, as there's
nothing more rewarding than a good education. A few dates later,
she started educating me, to hear her tell it.
When we got married in '86, I didn't think that either one
of us would give up other people permanently. After a couple
of years of married bliss (and it was! Still is, for that matter.)
we discussed the situation and decided that, as long as nobody
got hurt and we didn't keep secrets from each other, that we
could both have other friends. In the decade since then, Lisa
has had twelve or fourteen trysts, most of them lasting just
a few days; the longest had gone on for a couple of months. I'd
only had two affairs; one went on for six months, and the other
had ended only after she moved to Boston when her husband was
transferred. I still see her whenever I'm in New England if she
can get away. Lisa and I love to tell each other our stories
in bed.
One Thursday night in early August, Lisa came home a little
later than usual, and I could tell that she'd been crying. I
got her a drink, and asked her if there was anything wrong, anything
that I could help with.
"Don," she said, snuggling up to me so I could hold
her, "I think I've really blown it this time."
"Well, it's nothing that we can't fix, I'm sure. Tell
me about it."
"You know Dave at the Country Club, don't you?"
"The good looking guy with the mousy wife? What's her
name, Jill?"
"Judy, that's him. Well, a couple of weeks ago, I got
out of work early and went over to the club to play a practice
round. Don was there, looking for a game, and since there was
nobody else around I told him I'd be happy to play with him.
We started laughing and having a good time, and I started flirting
with him. Oh I know I shouldn't have; I never did think it was
good to start anything so close to home. But Don's such a straight
arrow, and I thought this was just harmless fun. After the round
was over, we went our separate ways, and I just figured he'd
boink his wife that night and think about me."
"I got a call from him a couple of days later. He asked
me if I wanted to have a drink. I got curious and agreed. He
suggested a lounge near the motels, and he told me his life story.
Seems that he and Judy had to get married in college. Since then
he's been bored with her, he says she's frigid, but he never
had the guts to have an affair. It took him two drinks to get
that far, and I started feeling sorry for him. I told myself
that this would be a short fling, that he'd get what he wanted,
and I'd have done my good deed for the day. I told him about
us, and that I always told you everything. I wanted him to know
that we wouldn't be going behind your back, and that even though
he'd have nothing to fear, he'd have to look you in the eye.
I figured he'd split about that time. But he hung in there, so
I asked him if he was going to sit there for the rest of his
life, crying in his beer, or was he going to get a motel room?
"Don, the first night was awful. He was so inexperienced
that I had to lead everything. I'm surprised he knew which hole
to put it in! I decided to let him have one more shot at me,
and set up one of those romantic evenings at the Bed & Breakfast.
I told him that would be the last time, because I was afraid
of causing a scandal at the club.
"He agreed, and we got it on over there last Monday night.
This time, he was really good. Maybe it was because he was more
relaxed, I don't know. I began to reconsider my decision, and
let it go on a little longer, but I didn't mention it.
"As we were breaking up that night, he asked me for one
last favor -- he told me that he'd fantasized for years about
having another woman in his marriage bed (those were his exact
words!) and he asked me to help this one come true. He promised
me complete safety, as Judy goes over to the club every Thursday
night to have dinner with three of her friends and play bridge.
Hell, I've seen the bunch of them in there many a time, sipping
lemonade. I was a little nervous, but Dave told me that she always
got home at 9:45 on the dot, and we'd be out of there by 8:00.
"Now, I know I shouldn't have, but hell, he wanted it
so badly. I knew that it would be the last time he ever had another
woman in his life, and I couldn't resist. At 6:30, I parked my
car in the back part of a park about 5 blocks from his house,
and he picked me up. He made me scrunch down as he pulled his
car into the garage so none of his neighbors would see. We got
up to his bedroom and I let him start to undress me. He had me
down to my panties, and Boom! the door opens and in walks Judy.
She just looks at him and me, starts crying and walks out. I
was so upset that I just put my clothes on and bolted for the
door. Dave didn't know what to do, so I told him not to worry
about me. I walked back to my car, and just sat in it and cried
for awhile. It wasn't until I was almost home that I realized
that I'd left my jewelry on the nightstand."
"Don't worry about it, honey," I said. "I've
met Dave a number of times, and he seems like a good joe. I'm
sure that he won't let a problem start."
"But what about Judy?" she replied. "I'm sure
she'll make his life a living hell. What if she comes after us,
too?"
"You've got a good point. Now, if there's no further
questions, let's go to bed." All we did that night was sleep.
The next morning, as things normally do, things
looked a little brighter. Lisa was getting ready for her trip.
As a director in the Human Resources division of a large company,
she was going out to the coast . Sunday through Thursday she
was going to an H/R convention in Anaheim. Then she would spend
the rest of the time visiting the plants and branches in the
west. She was planning on getting back very late on Friday night
two weeks hence.
When she got home, she told me that Dave had left her a message,
but that she hadn't been able to phone him at his office. She
sure wasn't going to call him at home! Later that evening, we
made mad, passionate love. Okay, okay, we'd been married for
twelve years, and sometimes passionate means that we light a
candle for some different lighting and we take more than fifteen
minutes. But we both enjoyed it, and figured it would keep us
for a couple of weeks.
She got up and called for a taxi to take her to the airport.
I kissed her goodbye, and meandered over to the club for my regular
golf game.
I was out on the practice range warming up, when Dave came
rolling up in a cart. You could tell how embarrassed he was by
the way he hung his head, but he figured he'd have to just deal
with it. I walked up to him, stuck my hand out, and said, "Well,
at least you're still alive!"
He didn't quite know how to take that. He shook my hand and
said, "What do you mean?"
I just laughed. "Judy let you live after Thursday night.
That's good. Your partners would be really pissed at me if they
found out it was Lisa's and my fault that they'd lost a good
pigeon!"
He smiled and said, "Oh, you know then."
"Sure I do. Lisa told me that you knew we don't have
secrets from each other." Dave started to apologize, and
I cut him off. "Don't worry about it . I'm sure sorry it
ended that way. How's Judy taking it?"
"You know, this is the really strange part. She cried
for awhile, and then just talked for a long time. She wanted
to know all the usual things. I told her that this was my first,
and last, affair. That I still loved her, that I don't want a
divorce, all that stuff. Then she went up and changed the sheets
on the bed.
"She seemed to take it really well. She doesn't want
anything from me. I even suggested that I cancel my golf trip
next week and take her to a nice resort, and she told me that
it's not necessary. I find her weeping every once in awhile,
and once she cracked that she was going to figure out a way to
get even with me, but other than that, it was business as usual
last night, except that things are still really strained. She's
slept in the guest room the last two nights, but I guess I deserve
that.
"Well, I hope she gets over it soon. Dave, do you have
Lisa's jewelry?"
"Her jewelry? No, I thought she'd taken it with her.
Oh, shit."
"Well, if you can get it back, I know she'd really appreciate
it."
He told me he'd try, and if he couldn't he'd replace it. I
headed off for my tee time, thinking that we'd dodged a bullet.
Shows you how wrong you can be sometimes.
The next Tuesday morning, I got a call in my
office. It was Judy. After a few awkward pleasantries, she said,
"Don, I'm sorry to bother you, but I've got something that
belongs to your wife, and I'd like to return it to you."
I figured she didn't want to give the jewelry to Lisa herself;
I was glad for that.
"Thanks, Judy. Should we meet at the club?"
"No, I'd like to meet somewhere where you and I could
talk for a little while, if you don't mind." I started to
tell her that it would be fine with me, but she stopped me. "Don,
please. I just want to talk to you and get a few things straight.
Maybe you can even help me with a problem I'm having. Please,
could you meet me someplace for cocktails tonight?"
I was a little worried, but then I thought that this might
be the best thing after all. If she was going to cause a scene,
at least I might be able to get it away from the limelight. I
agreed, and Judy suggested a place and asked me if we could meet
about 6:00. It was only after I'd hung up that I realized that
this was the same lounge where Lisa and Dave had met before their
first liaison.
When I got to the lounge, Judy was already there, with a glass
of iced tea in front of her. There's nothing really wrong with
Judy's looks. She's medium height, and she has a long face that
her long, straight, brunette hair just accentuates. I couldn't
tell you about her breasts, as I couldn't remember ever seeing
enough of them to notice. The clothes that she wears are always
plain, and usually white, black or dull brown or pastel colors.
She isn't much for jewelry or other accessorizing. In short,
she's like a female bird, dull and colorless, in the hope that
she won't get noticed.
As I sat down, she greeted me and said, "Don, I hope
you don't find this situation as difficult as I do."
"Well," I said, "I must confess there are times
when I've felt more at ease. I guess I'd feel better if I knew
what it was you wanted to talk to me about."
"I never thought that my husband could be unfaithful
to me. It never even crossed my mind. Now that he has, I've got
to come to grips with it. I certainly can't talk to my girlfriends
about it. David told me that you knew the whole story, and I
guess I thought that you might be able to help me deal with all
of this.
"I don't blame you for what's happened, and I don't blame
Lisa, either. At first I was confused as to why she wanted David,
but after he told me about the arrangement you two have, I was
able to figure out that this was just some sort of recreational
activity in her mind. Sort of like golf, I guess."
We talked about the situation, and it turned out that Judy
was concerned about a scandal, too. I explained that neither
Lisa or I ever discussed our affairs outside of our marriage,
and that seemed to comfort her.
"Have you figured out what it is you want to do about
this, Judy? Are you thinking of separating or . . ."
"Oh, no, never. I've loved David since the moment we
met as freshmen in university. We waited until we were seniors
before I let him make love to me; we were both virgins. I thought
we were taking all the precautions, but a couple of months later
I'd missed my period. David never even thought about not taking
care of me and the baby; three weeks later we 'eloped.' In the
last twenty-six years we had two more children. The youngest
boy will graduate from college this spring. I never thought seriously
about another man, and David said that the only other woman he's
ever been with is Lisa. You don't throw away something like that.
"I'm over the shock now. I would like a little revenge,
but that can wait, I guess. My priority now is to figure out
how to get him back to a point where he won't stray again. I
think I know why he tried it the first time; I'm not exactly
beautiful or sexy, like Lisa is. Do you have any ideas on how
I can go about this?"
"Judy, you're a beautiful woman," I lied. "Dave
told me that he doesn't want a divorce either. I really don't
think you have anything to worry about."
"Nonsense. I'm plain, and I don't know how to be anything
more. Now that the kids are gone, he's going to find something
that he's interested in. If it's not me, it will be some other
woman. A couple of more times, and he'll be gone. I've got to
learn how to stop that."
"Why don't you find a teacher?" When she gave me
a puzzled look, I continued, " You know, a friend who will
help you out, help you buy some new clothes, maybe give you a
few hints on how to act."
"That's an idea, Don. Let me think about that."
We chatted for a little while. It came up that she was worried
that Dave was sneaking off to meet Lisa while he was out of town,
and I had to tell her that Lisa was out on the coast. But she
calmed down when I pointed out that he was heading for a resort
in the mountains of North Carolina. She said she had the telephone
number, and that she'd check on him a few times. I also gave
her Lisa's business number (it was printed in the club book,
anyway) so that she could call the office and check. I assured
her that Lisa would never be with Dave again. When I said that,
Judy got this far off look on her face and said, "I want
to believe that, but I'm not sure it's true."
Judy gave me a box with Lisa's jewelry, and we got up to leave.
When we got to the car, she thanked me for being so civilized,
and shook my hand.
Thursday night I was sitting around the house, drinking a
beer and watching a game on the tube. The phone rang. On the
other end was Judy. "Don, am I disturbing you?" she
asked.
If it had been one of the guys, I would have said, "Hell,
yes! Lisa's out of town and all the dancing girls are over. What
are you doing calling me at a time like this?" But I thought
better of that line, and just said, "Why, no."
"Don, I've been thinking about the advice you gave me.
Now you are a very attractive man, and I've seen you look at
the ladies on the putting green. From what I know about your
lifestyle, I'm sure you know what is attractive and what isn't.
I was hoping, Don, considering what's happened between our families,
that you might help me out by being my tutor."
"What exactly do you mean?"
"Oh, nothing much. Tell me what men find in women that
they like. Maybe go with me to buy some clothes. Critique my
efforts."
"What would Dave think about this?"
"As you know, he's leaving on his golf trip tomorrow
afternoon. I thought that since you were unattached for the next
week as well, we could start this off without his knowing. Depending
on how it goes, I could tell him when he gets home or not. Since
it's going to be perfectly harmless, I don't think I need his
approval. After all, I'm doing it for him as much as for me."
The words "perfectly harmless" had a good effect
on me. I figured after what he'd done with my wife, he couldn't
very well argue that talking with his wife was going to upset
him. I agreed to meet her for dinner at a restaurant the next
evening, and hung up.
Friday evening, I met Judy at a megamall on the far north
side of town, fifteen minutes or so from both of us. I knew the
manager of the Ruby Tuesday and had called him up and asked him
to reserve a quiet booth for us. I thought it was perfect, public
enough so that it wouldn't seem like we were sneaking around,
but quiet enough to talk privately. Judy was waiting for me in
the lobby, wearing a traditional Judy outfit; white blouse with
violet trim on the crew neck showing absolutely nothing of the
reasons that a man would fight for, a violet skirt to her knees,
some non-descript shoes. The only jewelry was her wedding band
and a thin gold bracelet.
As we sat down, I asked her if she'd like an iced tea. "Oh,
no, I'd really like to have a cocktail. I don't often drink,
but I think this is a special occasion." I ordered a Gin
and Tonic, and Judy said she'd have one also.
We started talking trivialities. She told me that she'd sent
Dave off to North Carolina, and that she wouldn't see him until
next Sunday afternoon. After a little of this, she looked at
me and bluntly asked, "Do you think I'm sexy, Don?"
I didn't know what to say. I mean, I hardly knew this woman,
and I didn't want to hurt her feelings. She saw my hesitation,
and said, "Don, if you're going to be my tutor, you've got
to be honest with me. Now please, tell me why I'm not sexy."
I figured that since she was going to be adamant about it,
I'd just be blunt. "The reason you're not sexy, Judy, is
that you don't dress sexy, you don't act sexy." She asked
me to go on about her clothes. "Guys like color, Judy, and
they like to see a little skin. It doesn't have to be overdone,
but something should show."
"What about my hair, my face?"
"You've got a nice face, and beautiful long hair. It's
just that they don't go together. Also, you choose to wear very
little makeup."
We chatted all through dinner. Judy let me buy a bottle of
wine. While we were eating, I pointed out some women at other
tables and critiqued their 'sex quotient.' Judy was fascinated.
Apparently, these were things she had never considered before.
When we had finished, it was about 45 minutes until the shops
closed. Judy suggested that we go into the mall and do some people
watching. After a while, Judy observed that I was partial to
women who wore reds or deep blues. I told her that most men were.
We stopped back into the bar for a nightcap, and said, "What's
next, teacher?"
I told her that a good place to start was clothes, makeup
and hair. She asked me to help her with that, and I told her
that I knew nothing about them. She told me that I knew what
I liked. What if we met tomorrow afternoon, and I could escort
her while she purchased some new clothes. Although I hate shopping
as much as the next guy, I figured I owed it to her. After we
finished our drinks, I walked her to her car. As I opened the
door for her, she gave me a little hug, and a quick kiss on the
cheek. Then she drove off.
Saturday seemed to bode well. I played some of the best golf
of the summer, and took $24 and lunch off of my partners. After
showering, I met Judy in the same bar by the mall. I almost didn't
recognize her. She had gone to the beauty parlor and her hair
was much shorter and curly. Then she had gone to one of the department
stores and got a consultant to teach her how to make herself
up. Even though she was wearing a plain white dress, she had
become very attractive. She was so excited because one of the
gents in the bar kept looking over her way before I got there;
she was certain that she was being checked out!
We started towards the clothes stores, and Judy started out
by going immediately to the racks of pastels and patterns, and
I just stood with my hands on garments that were red, blue, green,
or anything bright. Between stores, she queried me about the
cut of the clothes; should she let it all hang out or what? I
told her that clothes should be an advertisement, and should
show just enough to ensure the viewer that there was more in
there that he'd like to see. In the fourth store, she tried on
a great outfit for her; a red silk blouse that showed a little
cleavage and a great navy skirt with a slit up the side. When
the salesgirl suggested a golden belt to go with it, Judy was
hesitant, but went along with it on my recommendation. She wore
this outfit out of the store. For the first time, I was noticing
that Judy had boobs. Not big ones, but well proportioned. In
the next store Judy bent over while she was wearing a very loose
blouse, and I caught a glimpse of her bra. You guessed it, playtex,
white and formless. By the time we were done, Judy had purchased
five new outfits, all with my seal of approval.
I made her wear one of her new outfits along with a pair of
red high heels that we had purchased. She looked quite good.
I took her to a restaurant nearby, the kind that has soft music
and is very quiet. Over dinner, we discussed how a sexy woman
acts. She had been under the impression that the only way to
be sexy was to throw herself at a man. I explained that was the
last thing. Perhaps a glimpse of leg, or a nicely upturned arm.
When I told her that one of the sexiest things a woman can do
in public is to hold a man's hand, she was incredulous. I told
her to look at some lovers across the way, and she observed what
I meant. Then she reached over the table, took my hand, and started
massaging it gently. I told her that Dave would really enjoy
it when she did that, and she asked, "And you don't?"
I again walked her back to her car, and she gave me a very
nice hug. I could feel her breasts rubbing just a little over
my chest, and she gave me a quick, chaste kiss on the mouth with
a "Thanks, Don. I've enjoyed it."
A few minutes after I got home, the phone rang, and it was
Lisa. We don't bother keeping in touch with each other much when
we're on the road. Maybe one or two calls a week. This time,
there was some noises in the background, and Lisa told me she
was out by some seals in San Francisco. I asked her how big they
were; she told me it didn't matter, she wasn't into bestiality.
When she asked me what I was doing with myself, I just said,
"Not much of anything." I guess I just didn't want
to tell her about Judy, no particular reason. We talked for fifteen
or twenty minutes. Just a few seconds after we'd hung up, it
rang again. I figured it was Lisa calling me back to tell me
something she'd forgot, and I answered, "Hello again, Beautiful!"
Judy's voice replied, "Don, do you really think so?"
I quickly thought about it, and then candidly retorted, "Yes,
I do; you've made a great deal of progress." She was quite
pleased to be given a compliment; I could tell that Dave and
Judy didn't talk to each other very much in a loving manner.
"Well, where do we go from here, teach?"
"Let's see, you've got clothes, shoes and a few belts
and such. How are you fixed for jewelry?"
"I can always use some more. Would you come with me to
the mall again tomorrow afternoon, and help me pick out a few
pieces?" I agreed , we set a time, and then said goodnight
to each other.
When I met Judy the next afternoon, she was looking very good.
I said, "You know, if you weren't here, I'd be getting awfully
sick of this mall. But since I've got something so nice to see,
I sort of like it here." Once again the compliment excited
her, and she blushed a little. She was wearing a bright yellow
dress that we had purchased; although the hem was almost to her
knee, there was a slit that showed her legs seductively as she
moved, and it was a little tight in the bodice.
In the two jewelry stores we visited, she let me point out
things that looked good to me, and then tried them on for my
yea or nea. In the end, she purchased two new necklaces, three
bracelets and a brooch, none of them truly expensive.
I suggested dinner again, and suggested that she come over
to my house. I was getting tired of restaurants with Lisa gone,
and I figured we could talk a little more candidly. Judy was
a little nervous about that, but I told her that I was allowed
to entertain friends of mine. She followed me home, and drove
into the garage while I parked out in the driveway. Apparently
she thought she had something to hide. We walked into the kitchen
and I got a bottle of white wine out if the fridge, and grilled
some chicken on the deck. Over dinner, she said that she felt
so much better in her new clothes and makeup. I explained to
her that she was on the road to truly being sexy; it's as much
what a woman thinks of herself as what she wears.
After dinner, we took another bottle of wine into the living
room, and sat on the couch. She asked me what lingerie did for
a man. I talked for awhile of the mystery of wrapping, and how
a man's senses are enhanced by the sight of lace on a woman's
body, a whiff of perfume, or the feel of silk covering a woman's
breast. Judy listened with interest, and asked a few questions.
Finally she told me that she was going to throw all of her old
bras and panties out and start over.
Then, without my prompting, she began to tell me about her
lovelife with Dave. I was a little embarrassed, but just let
her talk. Since Dave was the only man she'd ever been with, she
doubted that she really knew what good love making was. They'd
only been together a few times before she got pregnant, and on
the short honeymoon they had she'd been so careful about harming
the baby, that she couldn't let herself go. Early in their marriage,
it was a case of too many babies, not enough sleep, his work,
anything but concentration on sex. Recently, Dave and she had
rarely found enough interest in it at all. When I asked her how
often she climaxed, she confided that she wasn't sure if she
had ever had an orgasm; if she had, it was so little that it
surely didn't count.
Then she began asking me about my sex life, how many women
I'd been with, were there differences between girls? Without
being obscene, I satisfied her curiosity. She asked about technique,
and about the things that lovers do to each other. When she talked
about oral sex, she couldn't use the word 'cock' or 'penis.'
She asked me if I liked to go down on women, and I said I certainly
did, that was most of the fun for me. She said she never liked
it when Dave used to do it to her, but that she let him occasionally.
As we were talking she seemed to get a bit closer to me. Soon,
she was holding my hand, and put her mouth up. I didn't know
that a closer relationship was something either one of us wanted
to start, but when she leaned over to me and kissed me, I just
went along with it. At first she was just rubbing her lips over
mine, but soon she opened her mouth and I found out that, considering
her lack of experience, she was a very good kisser. After a little
while, she started kissing my neck, and I let my hands begin
to rub her back. She responded very well, and leaned over backwards.
I moved over beside her, and started to kiss her ears and neck,
and felt her neck with my hands. She held my hand, kissed it,
and then put it back on her neck. Judy was starting to make little
moaning sounds and my hand started to go a little lower on her
exposed chest. When I was just about to put my finger into her
cleavage, she sat up very suddenly.
"Don, I like you. I'm enjoying this, but I'm not sure
that we should go any further tonight. It's just moving a little
fast for me. Do you mind?"
"Of course not. You need to be comfortable with what
you do, and actually, I shouldn't even have tried to get fresh
with you."
"Nonsense. I started it. But right now, I'd like to stop."
She kissed me once more, deep and wet and yet not very inviting,
and then went to her car. As she drove out of the garage, she
told me that she'd give me a call.
Seventy two hours later, I never would have thought about
a cold fish like Judy. But that night, I laid in bed and masturbated
thinking of her.
I expected a call in my office on Monday, but
nothing came of it. The phone was silent in the evening also.
This gave me some time to ruminate on the situation. On the one
hand, I really shouldn't be messing around with another man's
wife if it would cause problems between them. That's the biggest
problem with adultery, that someone would wind up feeling cheated
or used. On the other hand, Dave hadn't had any problems messing
around with my wife. Even though he knew about our open relationship
before Lisa let him in, he certainly was trying to get into her
pants before he knew the score. I figured that (should anything
develop, I really didn't think that Judy would let it go that
far) it would be fair turnaround in the end. I decided that I
would discuss the situation with Judy before I let anything really
serious happen. That way, she would be as culpable as I.
During lunch on Tuesday, I decided to call Judy and check
to see how she was. After a few minutes talk, she said, "How
about one last shopping trip?"
"What do you need my help with now?"
"A few little odds and ends. Come on, it'll be fun."
She told me to get dinner on my own, and meet her at the bar
about 7:30. When I got there, she was in a booth with a glass
of white wine. Once again, she'd dressed to kill in a off-white
silk blouse that flowed down her body, a short green skirt and
matching high heels. A beautiful gold necklace surrounded her
neck, and the diamond brooch that we had purchased kept her blouse
from opening too far. After looking her over (she blushed a little,
but smiled,) I ordered a matching drink, and she reached over
to hold my hand. "I don't know how to thank you enough for
all the time you're putting into this project." I assured
her that I was enjoying it, and after we finished our drinks,
she stood up and led me to the final store - Victoria's Secret.
As we got to the window, she queried, "Don, do you think
you'll know the kind of sexy underclothes I'd look good in?"
I told her that I thought I had a pretty good idea.
I was impressed with the way she went to the right racks;
apparently she'd learned the lessons that we'd been through.
She showed me lacy and frilly things in bold, bright colors.
She stayed away from thick garments, and didn't go near the patterns
that looked like wallpaper.
She picked some combinations of bras and panties that I approved
of, and went into the dressing room to try them on. The store
was U-shaped, with the dressing room all the way in the back.
The store was deserted except for the salesclerks, and I was
in the next room, looking at some negligees, when I heard her
voice, "Don, would you mind coming in here for a minute?"
I went in, and the door to her cubicle opened. She was wearing
a matching bright blue combination, and I was treated to a good
look of her body. The bra barely covered her nipples, and the
panties showed her ample ass in the mirror to it's best effect.
"Do you like this one?" Figuring by my look that I
certainly did, she gave a little giggle and then closed the door.
When she came out, she was fully dressed, and decided to take
all the outfits but one. After she had paid, she handed the clerk
a little bag, and asked her to put it in the wastebasket. As
we were walking out, I asked her what was in the bag. "My
old brassiere and underpants," she beamed, "I'll never
wear things like that again."
We walked immediately to her car, and she went around to the
passenger's side, threw the car keys to me, and asked me if I'd
take her for a drive. I opened her door for her and then got
in the drivers side. As I sat down, I noticed that she was showing
a lot of leg, and that she wasn't wearing pantyhose.
As she directed me out into the country, we talked about her
lessons. It was her opinion that dressing sexy wasn't such a
mystery; you just had to think about it a bit. She was surprised
that she'd never realized it before, and thanked me again for
giving her the male perspective. I then brought up the subject
of what Dave would think about us taking a moonlight drive. Her
reaction was that we were both consenting adults, just as Dave
had been with Lisa. I wasn't to be concerned about it. In about
20 minutes, she directed me up a country road. By this time,
it was quite dark, and soon she directed me to turn off onto
a dirt road. About 60 yards in we crossed over a small bridge,
and she had me turn the car around facing a small stream. She
opened up her window, and after I turned the ignition off, you
could hear the roar of the brook. The sky was clear, and a half
moon illuminated the scene after our eyes adjusted.
Her car had a bench seat, unlike the buckets of the smaller
coupe I drive around in. In a very short time she had moved across
the seat, and was kissing me tenderly. As we had the evening
before, my hand started wandering a little bit. I was making
little movements down her cleavage and Judy's kisses started
getting more passionate. I moved my hand down the outside of
her blouse and was feeling the area just below her breast. Judy
took my hand and pressed it to her right tit. I kissed her and
started massaging her breast and in a few minutes, she reached
up and unclipped her brooch giving me full access to her chest.
I slipped my hand inside, and could tell immediately that she
was wearing one of her new bras. I could feel that her nipple
was firm through the sheer fabric, and I could hear her gasp
as I pinched it. Soon, I pushed her back against the car door,
and began kissing her cleavage. I unbuttoned the rest of her
blouse and opened it completely, then kissed her breasts and
nipples through the bra. It unfastened in the front, and I soon
had it open. As I licked and sucked her nipples she once again
began to moan, clearly enjoying the experience.
Soon, she was unbuttoning my shirt and letting her hands feel
all over me. I began feeling her bare legs, and she opened them
to allow me access into her inner thighs. I was massaging her
slowly, higher and higher, and finally came to the edge of her
panties. She was moving her lower body slowly, waiting, I thought,
for me to get all the way there. When I finally gently touched
her pussy through the wet underwear, she stifled herself and
then stopped kissing me.
"Don," she said, "Please stop for a few moments."
I took my hand off her leg, and waited for the rest. She cuddled
up against me, pushing her bare breasts into my chest. "You
know, we're going very, very fast here. I can't tell you that
I don't want you, because I'm sure that an experienced man like
you would know I'm lying. And I think that I'll give myself to
you very soon. But, if you don't mind, I'd like to just let you
kiss and touch me tonight. I don't want to be a tease, but I'm
just not quite ready yet."
One of the things I've learned is that if you don't push a
woman too far, they'll be much more willing when they're ready.
"Judy, thank you for telling me that. I would never want
to make love with you unless you truly wanted to. Whatever you
want to do tonight is fine with me. Shall we head on back now?"
"If you don't mind, I'd just like to sit here with you
awhile, enjoying this. Would that be all right?" I assented,
and we sat there for awhile, just holding each other. Soon, she
began kissing me again, and was rubbing her hands over my naked
chest. I took the cue, and started playing with her nipples again,
which became crinkled and firm in no time at all. When I began
nibbling on her ear lobe, her breathing became very fast. Her
hands were getting lower and lower, and finally, she put her
palm on my trousers and could feel my stiff cock.
I whispered into her ear, "I know you don't want to have
intercourse tonight, but would you mind if I made you feel good?"
She asked me how I would do that, and I told her that she'd have
to trust me. After thinking about it through a few kisses, she
said that anything I did was okay, as long as I didn't put it
inside her.
Slowly, I continued to play with her nipples, and then leaned
down to suck on them. When I did, I let my hand slide down over
the outside of her skirt, and come to rest underneath it, feeling
her panties under my palm. As I began to trace the upper edge
of the panties, she began to rub my cock harder through my pants.
"Go ahead and take it out, if you want," I said. She
didn't wait to be asked twice, and soon had my belt unbuckled,
my pants unzipped, and my cock released from the briefs I was
wearing. In the meantime, I was stroking the tops of her panties,
and finally put my finger between her legs. She opened her legs
wide, letting me do anything I wanted to. I asked her if I could
take her panties off, and she again asked me if I were planning
on putting it inside. "Of course not, you asked me not to."
She lifted her ass up a little bit, and soon I had those beautiful
Victoria's Secret panties over her knees and on the seat beside
us.
I could tell how nervous she was, and I started kissing her
and playing with her nipples with both of my hands again. When
she started moaning again, I put my left hand down between her
legs and started playing with her thick pubic hair. Moving down
to kiss her breasts again (there's only so much you can do in
the front seat of a car,) I moved my finger to her wet snatch
and put that in her. She was moaning even harder, and when I
started to finger fuck her, she was going crazy. Finally, I pulled
my finger out, and put it on her clitoris, and started moving
it quickly in a circle. It didn't take long until she was screaming
in my ear. After I knew she was done, I slowed down, and moved
up to kiss her lips, only to find that her face was wet with
tears.
"Don," she said between sobs, "that was so
good. I've never, ever felt like that before. Thank you."
She started kissing me madly again, and my hand went back to
her clitoris, and soon she was coming again. This time, she kept
rubbing my cock until I couldn't help it, and let my cum blow.
She felt it on her wrist, and stopped rubbing me for a moment,
but then realizing what I needed, started again until I stopped
coming. Slowly, I brought her down, gently rubbing her clit,
and then putting my finger slowly into her twat.
After we were both calm, she reached into her purse and got
out some kleenex. She gave one to me, and seemed amazed when
I used it to wipe her soppy pussy. She let me do that, and then
started wiping up my semen.
We just sat there for awhile, and then she put her panties
on, buttoned her blouse, and opened the car door and got out.
I zipped up and reorganized myself, and got out of the car myself.
She was standing on the bank of the creek, facing away from the
car. I went up behind her and put my arms around her. She turned
around and gave me a long deep kiss.
"Thank you so much. You were right -- I wanted and needed
that. You're so sweet. Tell me, did you mind very much that we
didn't go all the way tonight?"
I'm not sure what she would have done if I said I wanted to.
Would she have slapped my face, or taken off all of her clothes
on that bank and let me ravage her. Which was, after all, exactly
what I wanted to do. But, being a 'good guy,' I said, "Of
course not." We stood there for a few minutes, looking at
the beauty of the stream, and kissing gently every once in awhile.
Once, I cupped her breast in my palm, and she pressed it with
her hand.
In a short while, we got back into the car, and she got into
the drivers side. When the lights were on, she looked down at
her kelley green skirt only to find a large stain on it. She
smiled and said, "Looks like I'm going to have to dry clean
one of my outfits already."
On the way back, Judy pumped me about Lisa and my living arrangements.
She seemed to understand that I didn't mind who was screwing
my wife as long as she was safe and remained in love with me.
Somehow, she got the idea that we spent the time having orgies
with other couples, and was surprised that we'd never done anything
like that.
"Wouldn't you like to have two women at once, like all
men?"
"Sure, I fantasize about it. But we've never found another
couple, or even a single guy or girl that we've been comfortable
with. Neither one of us were into that scene between our marriages,
either." Judy seemed to accept that.
As I got out of Judy's car to get into mine, she gave me a
kiss that promised a lot more.
The next day , a Wednesday, I got the call
from Judy as I was eating lunch in my office. Everyone seemed
to be out, so I said, "You know, I'd love to send you a
dozen roses, but I wouldn't know how to get them to you without
some one suspecting what they're for."
"I'm really glad you didn't. Anyway, I haven't really
earned them -- yet. Meet me tonight?"
So I turned her down flat. Sure I did. And Antarctica is really,
really warm in the summer.
She told me to meet her at 6:30 at a bar on the other side
of the mall. Over on that side, there's a convention center,
four or five bars and restaurants, and a hotel. When I got there,
she was dressed in another outfit we had picked together. A navy
jacket with white piping and tailored slacks to match. As I slid
into the booth, she gave me a smile and reached for my hand.
"What are we shopping for tonight," I asked.
"Anything you want. It's your turn tonight."
"Anything??"
"Sure. And I've got the perfect place to shop for it,
too." She handed me a key-card and a note that said '724.'
She got up, and told me that she had to go. I finished my drink,
and then went through the hotel lobby to the elevator. Getting
off at the 7th floor, I found the room and opened the door.
Walking in, I noticed a ice bucket with champagne in it, a
platter of hor doerves on the dresser, but the room seemed to
be missing the one thing I really wanted -- a girl. I walked
over to the window, and was looking out of it, when I heard a
door open behind me. Looking around, I was treated to a sight
of this now beautiful woman (had I really said 'mousy' less than
two weeks ago?) dressed in nothing a black and gold nightgown.
Walking up to me, she kissed me passionately. "See anything
you like?"
"Everything I see here has too much wrapping on it."
"Bull!" she exclaimed. "Weren't you the one
who told me that a little bit of clothing is much more effective
than simple nudity? And besides, you've got a lot more on than
I have."
I agreed with her, on both counts, and she led me over to
the bed.
"Any restrictions tonight? Maybe I can only touch you
with my left toe, for example?"
"You can touch me anywhere you want, as long as you touch
me everyplace."
We started kissing and playing, and it wasn't long before
she was taking my shirt off, unzipping my fly, and getting rid
of all of my clothes. Judy flipped the comforter down and crawled
between the sheets. I got in beside her, and her hand immediately
went to my stiff penis. "It feels so good, so hard. I want
it in me."
I stripped her bra off, and then pulled her panties down.
I played with her clit to the point where she was just about
ready to come. I was gently chewing her nipples, and started
to put my head down further. But she pulled me back and said,
"No, I really don't like to do that. Come on, give me what
I want." Then she laid on her back and spread her legs wide
open. It was clear that she wanted the missionary position, my
least favorite placement. But I knew that she was new to this
game, so I climbed up onto her. She reached down, grabbed my
cock and put the head directly on target. Pushing my dick into
her wet cunt, I started slowly to move in and out. She said,
'faster, faster,' so I did her bidding. She didn't seem to be
reacting, but every time I tried to slow down, she just said
'faster.' Finally, I couldn't take any more, and came inside
of her. But it wasn't a very good one. When I did slow down,
she was sobbing gently.
"Dear, what's wrong," I asked, getting off of her.
"Oh, I just hoped it would be better. You really are
sweet, and you gave me just what I wanted, but I just couldn't
climax. I came close, but I didn't get there like I did last
night. Maybe I really am frigid."
I let her cry for a little while, holding her gently, and
then said, "Judy, have you thought that maybe it wasn't
you, but the position we were in?"
"What do you mean? We did it the right way, didn't we?"
Finally, it dawned on me. She and Dave had never done it any
other way. When I asked her directly, she said that was the only
way that she had ever had it. That blew my mind, as I couldn't
see Lisa having sex three different times with Dave and being
in missionary more than once. And that one time only if absolutely
necessary. Apparently, in some early sex training, Judy had got
the idea that anything other than missionary was dirty.
Finally, she calmed down, and I got out of bed, opened the
champagne and poured us both a glass. She remarked that she didn't
feel much like celebrating now. I told her to raise her glass
and then toasted, "To a beautiful woman, and to what is
yet to come, not what is done." She drank the toast, but
I could see that she was dubious.
I climbed back into bed, and began to stroke Judy's body slowly.
Then I began to explain the different positions. Judy's eyes
began to get wide, and after awhile she was breathing hard again,
mostly from her imagination running wild on sex for the first
time in her life, but also from my ministrations to her tits
and nipples. Finally, I moved my hand down to her pussy, and
started on her clitoris. In about fifteen seconds, I had her
screaming again. She was loud! After she started coming out of
it, and I was slowing my finger slowly massaging her pussy lips,
I said, "Well, that certainly didn't sound like a frigid
woman to me!" She gave me a great big, beautiful satisfied
smile, and just asked for some more champagne. When I refilled
her glass, and got back into bed, she took a sip and then began
to question me about fellatio and cunnilingus.
It seems that, early in their marriage, Dave had wanted to
eat her, and also to give him a blow job (she didn't use those
words), but this was somehow mixed up with her notions of 'dirty'
sex. When I explained that the feelings given by a mouth are
completely different than those of the genitals, she seemed a
little dubious. But then she asked me directly how, if she wanted
to, she should take it into her mouth. I explained that, like
traveling, getting there is half the fun. How I liked to have
it licked from the base to the tip, how I liked to have my scrotum
gently sucked on, and then, finally, how she could simply put
the head into her mouth and use her tongue and sucking pressure
to please me.
When I finished, she just looked at me for a few minutes,
and then slowly pushed me back on the pillow, got up on her knees
to the side of me, and then put her head between my legs. She
was obviously inexperienced, but decided she was going to be
willing to please. After licking my shaft for a little while,
she took it in her hand, and started licking the tip. In a few
minutes, she took just the very tip between her lips, and started
sucking. After a few moments of this, she stopped, looked at
me and asked if that was okay. I explained that I would like
her to put a bit more of the shaft into her mouth. She did, and
suddenly, it seemed that she got the idea. She swallowed as much
as she could of my cock, and started sucking hard. My hand went
up to her pussy, which was in reach, and I stroked her clit.
By now she was going wild on my tool, and I could tell she was
about to come again, when I gently pulled her head away.
"What's wrong? Was I doing it badly?"
"No dear, not at all. I was just about to come. You were
great. But we can't waste that wonderful hard-on on your mouth,
not when you've got a pussy that needs to be filled."
She seemed a little shocked at my language, but then she decided
to stop being a prude. "Okay, which way should we, uh, screw?"
She was clearly disappointed when I moved her onto her back,
and said, "I thought you said there was a lot more than
the missionary position?"
"Trust me." I got her legs up in the air and then
moved onto my side, with my cock pointing right into her pussy.
"I promise you'll like this." I had her lower her legs
so that they were resting on my hip and thigh, and put my hand
over her leg to grab my dick. I gently moved further into position,
and started rubbing her cunt and clit with the tip. I could see
her eyes get real big as she realized what was coming, and then
they closed as I pushed just a little of my shaft into her. As
I slowly entered her, my finger went to her exposed clit, and,
as always, the moaning began in earnest. I was very slow and
deliberate in my movements this time, and my free hand was moving
back and forth between her cunt and her breasts. I never allowed
myself to speed up, and finally, after ten minutes of this heavenly
friction, I heard her start screaming for the third time. Her
pussy muscles were contracting hard on my shaft, but I thought
about how I had bogeyed the third hole last Saturday, rather
than let it come. She seemed to go on forever, but finally she
began coming out of it. I still hadn't come, and withdrew. I
kissed her, and then laid on my back.
"It's your turn to do the work, I'm tired."
"What do you mean?" She seemed astounded when I
positioned her on her knees, straddling and facing me, and then,
when she realized what it was pointing at, she grabbed my cock,
and slammed our pelvis's together. I was grabbing her hips and
helping her in her movements, when finally, instead of screaming,
she just started to say, very slowly, over and over again, "Screw
me. Come on, screw me. Screw me . . ."
It wasn't long until I had to let it loose, and as I did,
she opened her eyes and stared at me. "I can feel that inside
of me. Oh that's good." Then she went back to fucking me,
and kept at it, moaning and groaning until finally I was too
soft to do her much good.
Then she laid down on top of me and started kissing me. We
just stayed in the afterglow until finally my dick got so soft
that it plopped out of her, releasing a wad of cum on to her
thigh and my leg. She finally got off of me, went into the bathroom
and got a wet, hot washcloth, and came back in and cleaned my
dick.
After she had gone back into the bathroom, I could hear a
little tinkling sound and the noise of the toilet flushing. I
wondered if she had ever peed with Dave in the next room without
closing the door.
She came back into the bedroom, and brought the tray of food
onto the bed. We laid there, eating with our fingers and touching
each other in sensitive areas, keeping each other alert. Finally,
when we had our fill of the food, she took the tray back to the
dresser, turned on the light so that I could get a good look
at her, and said, "Okay, you've helped me with my hair,
my makeup (which seems to be ruined right now, no thanks to you!)
my outer garments, my shoes, my jewelry, and finally, my lingerie
(which you disposed of in no time at all, you cad, you.) You've
shown me that there's more to life than the missionary position,
and lastly, you showed me how loud I could scream when I wanted
to. There's only one thing left, (I think.) How can I improve
my body?"
This was a good question, given the material that was available.
She realized that she was in her forties, not seventeen, but
still her body was in good shape. Her breasts didn't droop too
much (luckily for her, they weren't giant sized, just nice sized.)
Her ass was a good shape from exercising regularly. And I enjoyed
the shape of her legs, even though they didn't come from a girl
that was 6'2". After I told her all that, she told me that
surely, there must be something that I would change?
Finally, I got to her body hair. She had shaved her legs and
underarms with an electric razor earlier in the day, so I wasn't
uncomfortable, but she had a very thick, very black bush. Much
more hair there than she needed. When I told her about that,
she asked me how much she should cut back. I told her that I
liked it short, no longer than a half-inch or so, and trimmed
on the sides and top. She asked me to show her where the lines
should be, and I moved around until I was leaning on my elbow,
with my feet sticking off the bed and where I could touch her
easily, facing her so that she could see both my face and my
hand at the same time. "Take it to at least here and here,"
I said, "trim the top of it to here," tracing a rectangle
about three inches by four inches. "Less is definitely better."
By this time, my hand was resting on her pussy, and I could smell
her beginning to get hot again. I put my face down for a better
smell, and this time, Judy didn't pull my head away. I went for
it, and got my tongue down to her clit. This time, Judy just
leaned her head back, spread her legs wide open, and let me have
all I wanted. Of course, I wanted a lot, and I moved around to
where I was kneeling between her legs. In no time at all, I had
her screaming again, louder than ever.
After she was done, I went back up and I kissed her, letting
her taste her own pussy flavor. She really enjoyed that and asked
me why she had ever thought that was dirty? I, of course, had
no answer for her.
By this time, I was surprised to find that I was ready again.
Judy realized that, and went down to lick and suck me a little.
Then she looked up and asked if she could get on top of me again.
When I just smiled, up she came, and it wasn't long before we
were both coming again. I think she had found a new favorite
position.
By this time it was well after ten, and I began to wonder
where we were going to spend the night. Judy solved that problem
by getting off the bed and asking me if I wanted to take a shower
before we went home. While we were soaping each other up, she
asked me if she should keep the room for another night. I just
smiled my agreement. When we had toweled off and dressed, she
kissed me for the last time that night, and told me to go out
first. As I left, she was on the phone to the manager, asking
for an extension.
Immediately after work on Thursday, I went
back to the hotel room. Judy wasn't there, but a message on the
room phone from her said she'd be there soon. I turned on the
TV (the golf tournament was on ESPN,) sat in the easy chair that
was in the room, and waited for her. When she got there, she
walked in and said, "What do those guys have that I don't?"
"A golf game. But they don't have what I really want."
She seemed pleased with the retort, and came over, and sat in
my lap. I turned the TV off.
Today, she was wearing something that we hadn't bought together.
A pair of navy tailored shorts, and a frilly small white blouse
that was held up on top by a thin strap on just one side. Underneath
the blouse, her tits were enclosed in a strapless bra, white
but lacy. Sexy sandals with laces that wrapped up her legs completed
the outfit. She told me that she figured that she had to have
something to wear to the club; what did I think about this outfit.
"Perfect," I said, "you've picked up just the
right amount of conservatism, while showing your assets off in
a refined way."
We started kissing and it soon turned to petting. We slowly
stripped each other, and after we were both naked, I leaned her
back on the bed, with her feet dangling over. She had trimmed
her bush during the day, and I wanted to get a good look. As
I got down on my knees on the floor, she grabbed my head and
pulled my face to her pussy. "Yes, I've been thinking about
this all day. Do it!" As I started to lick her lips, she
reached down and started playing with my ears, rubbing my lobes
with her fingers and putting them inside the ear. When I put
my finger inside her cunt and then nibbled on her clit, she was
gone. I hoped that no families were walking down the hall; the
noises she was making would be hard to explain to a six year
old!
After she came down, she had me sit in the chair. Kneeling
in front of me, she began licking my balls, and then up and down
the shaft, slowly. The girl definitely didn't need to take a
refresher course! Finally, she swallowed about three or four
inches of my cock, began massaging the underside with her tongue,
and kept squeezing the shaft with her fingers. In no time at
all, I was ready. "I'm going to come pretty soon,"
I gasped, thinking that she would stop. Instead, she just kept
going and let me explode in her mouth. She kept sucking me until
I had stopped coming, and then reached over to the nightstand
and got a kleenex. After she spat the cum into it, she came back
to me and started licking me to clean me. I was astounded.
We went onto the bed and were just holding and fondling each
other when she asked me, "How was it? The, er, blow job,
I mean?" I told her that it was fantastic, that it seemed
she had a natural talent.
"Well, I've got a little confession. I sort of figured
out what you wanted last night, but today I went into the book
store and got a book about how to please a man. It was very specific
about the technique, and I studied it here in the room today."
She got it out, and I was a little surprised. It had quite a
few pictures in it. I asked her if she was embarrassed to buy
it, and Judy told me that she'd purchased a few other books,
and then had told the clerk that one of her friends that was
having a bachelorette party. "I'm glad the clerk was a girl.
I think I would have chickened out if it was a man."
"Did you masturbate when you were reading the book?"
"You bastard," she giggled, "how did you know?
It was the first time that I'd let my self come to orgasm that
way, too. See, I don't need you anymore." I pretended that
I was crushed. "But I want you anyway," she claimed,
massaging my dick.
Then she changed the subject to her bush. By this time Judy
didn't seem to be body conscious at all with me. I told her that
although it was a good first try, it was still a little bit long,
and was ragged at the edges. "I know," she said, "all
I have at home is an electric razor, and it didn't seem to want
to cut the longer hair. I'll just have to try again, tomorrow.
Then you can look at it again and see if I pass."
After a little more kissing, Judy asked me if I was hungry.
"What, you want me to eat you again?"
"No, no! Well, yes, yes! But I was thinking that I must
be wearing you out, and you need some sustenance. I'm hungry
too. Let's go down to the restaurant."
We got dressed, she fixed her makeup and hair, and we took
the elevator down. Over dinner, Judy kept looking around. "Nervous
that someone might see us?"
"Oh, no, I can see that I'm getting checked out by some
of the guys. They look like they're from out of town. I wonder
if they are fantasizing about what they could do to me tonight."
I told her they probably were, and might be jacking off in their
room tonight thinking of her. Her nipples showed quite plainly
when I said that, even through the bra.
After dinner, I strolled over to a nearby drugstore, and purchased
a razor with three blades, a can of shaving creme, and a small
pair of scissors. As we were going back up to the room in the
elevator, Judy asked me what I was planning. "You're not
going to make me wait another day to see that beautiful pussy
all cleaned up, are you? I intend to trim it up, if you'll let
me." Once again, her nipples got hard.
"Don," she began, as we walked into the room, "in
that book, there are some pictures of girls down there. Some
of them have a little bit of hair, but some of them look like
they are bald. Why do they do that?" I explained the attractiveness
of a completely shaved pussy to some men. She asked me if Lisa
groomed herself that way. I told her that occasionally she would
do it, to give me or some other guy a special treat, but normally
she kept it a little longer, and nicely trimmed. "Did she
do it for David?" Judy queried.
"No, she hasn't been shaved in the last couple of years.
I would have noticed something like that."
"Good! Don, since you're going to trim me up, would you
like to shave me completely?"
I had her take all her clothes off, and then go into the bathroom.
I had her sit on the side of the tub, then wet and soaped her
legs. Then I shaved her legs with the razor, taking my time,
letting her feel the comfort of a razor shave done slowly and
with a sharp blade. After I had done both of her legs from toe
to top, I cut as much pubic hair off as I could with the scissors,
and then shaved her pussy, making sure to get all the hairs inside
the thighs. Then, as the blade was getting full of hair and dull,
I rinsed her off and then shaved her again with a new blade.
Finally, I turned the shower on, soaped her with the washcloth
all over her groin and ass making sure that I got into all the
cracks and had her rinse thoroughly. I toweled her off, and then,
as she sat on the toilet seat, I used the little bottle of hand
lotion to moisturize the areas I had just scraped. Afterwards,
I took her hand and put it on her pussy, letting her feel the
difference. She got very excited, and dragged me out into the
bedroom. "Teacher, show me a new position!"
"Is there any part of your body that you'd rather I not
touch?" I asked.
"No, I don't think so."
"Are you absolutely sure?"
"I'm not sure what you're thinking of, but as long as
it doesn't hurt me, I'll trust you."
I moved the easy chair so that the back of it was to the window,
turned off the lights in the room, and opened the curtains wide.
We had a beautiful view of the city in the distance. I sat down
in the chair and motioned her to sit in my lap. We sat there
for awhile, kissing and licking, and I asked her to suck on my
nipples. She hadn't thought of this before, but (like everything
else, now that she realized that sex wasn't dirty or forbidden)
started to kiss my chest. After a few ineffectual strokes, she
asked me for some pointers.
"Do you like the way I suck and kiss your tits?"
"You know I do."
"Then just do to me what you'd like me to do to you."
That did it. She started nibbling and sucking one of the nipples,
all the while playing with the other one with her hand. Gently
at first, then getting a little harder until finally she bit
it so hard that I yelped. Then gently again.
While she was doing that, I let my free hand roam across her
breasts, and down to her groin. As soon as I touched her clitoris,
she jerked as if an electric shock had traveled through her body.
"Oooh, that's so sensitive without the hair!"
I started to bring her to climax quickly, but instead of screaming,
she just kept on kissing my chest. After she was done, I stood
her up, and then had her kneel on the arms of the chair, with
her arms on the back. Kneeling there, she had to have the idea
that anyone outside could see her, when in fact the glass would
reflect all light so that we were perfectly private.
I kneeled down and started to eat her nicely shaved pussy
again. She was still hot from the finger fuck I gave her, and
she started moaning almost immediately. I let my tongue slip
up her slit and licked the area right above it. Then I started
nibbling all over her ass, getting closer and closer to her anus.
"You aren't thinking of . . .?"
"Only if you want me to," I replied. I kept licking
near it. Finally, she moved her ass so that my tongue came into
contact with it. As she felt the new sensation, she pressed backwards
into my mouth, and I lapped deep into her anus. I could tell
she liked it. After awhile I stopped, stood up, and started moving
my penis around her pussy area. As always, it was quite wet,
and I slipped my dick into her cunt. The moaning and screaming
began almost immediately. I was very slow, and reached around
her to squeeze her titties. She just came and came, and after
about five minutes of that, I was ready, so I sped up and exploded
into her.
It felt so good that my toes started to curl down and I could
barely stand up. After I was through coming, I staggered off
her and fell on the bed. She was on top of me in a minute, hugging
and kissing me, telling me how much she liked that and what a
great lover I was.
After she got the warm washrag and cleaned me up, we crawled
into the bedsheets and just held each other.
"Don, I think I know how I want to take revenge on David
for what he did."
"Don't you think that being with me like this is enough?"
"Oh, I'm even with him now, but I want to be ahead of
him. The best part of my idea is that he'll never know, unless
one of us tells him. It's perfectly harmless."
"What are you going to do?"
"It's what we are going to do, if you'll help me. Do
you remember why I caught David and Lisa?"
"Sure, he wanted to have Lisa in your bed. Because you
are such a cold, frigid . . . ouch! You didn't have to squeeze
it that hard!"
"Yes, dear, I used to be cold and frigid, but now I'm
not, thanks to you, and David will so much enjoy the education
you're giving me. But, think, he never got to have his fun. By
accident, I caught them before they had a chance to make love
in our house. If we make love there, it will be like I'm one
up on him. Why don't you help me with this?"
"Well, how do we get into the house without the neighbors
seeing us?"
"That's simple. Simply wait at your office until after
dark, and then call a taxi to bring you to my house. The neighbors
will simply think it's David returning. After we're done, I'll
drive you back to your car."
It sounded like something she had thought out, and I figured
she deserved to have a psychological edge over her husband. I
agreed, and after some more hugging and kissing, we fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, she woke me up in desire. I felt
that she needed one more lesson in positions, so after I prepared
her with my mouth, I climbed on top of her in the missionary
position. As I moved slowly within her, she began to come. Yes,
she screamed.
The next morning, as we were preparing to leave, I asked her
what the neighbors would think about her coming in so early after
having been out all night.
"Oh, that was easy. I just told Mrs. Grundy across the
street that I was going to visit my daughter across the state
line, and asked her to keep an eye on the house until I got back
this morning. I can't wait to see you tonight."
As I worked that morning, I reviewed the weekend's
schedule. That evening, of course, I'd be with Judy. Lisa was
going to catch a red-eye from Denver, and would get home by Midnight.
I'd be home before then, not that Lisa would be concerned. Dave
would return from his golf trip with his buddies Sunday afternoon.
It seemed like there was enough slack in the timetable that it
would all turn out alright.
I left the office about 2:00, and went over to the club for
a round with a couple of my friends. They knew that I was a bachelor,
so I ordered a sandwich in the grillroom while we were having
a couple of beers. Afterwards, I drove back to the office and
putzed around until it started getting dark around 8:15. I called
a cab, and he took me to Judy and Dave's house. Judy met me at
the door, and passionately kissed me after she had closed it
behind us. Judy was wearing a sheer black robe that showed her
figure exquisitely with matching panties, and a black and gold
choker around her neck.
She took me on a quick tour of the downstairs, poured me a
drink and then led me upstairs to the bedroom. It was a gorgeous
house with a traditional master bedroom suite. You know, cathedral
ceiling, fireplace, reading nook, his and her walk-in closets,
a spa that they denigrate to the status of 'master bedroom.'
Judy, as I expected, had some interior decorating blood in her,
and the room was quite nice, if a little sterile. There was a
king-size bed, and I remarked on such a playground.
"It hasn't been a playground. I insisted on the biggest
bed I could find, so that we wouldn't have to bump into each
other as we slept. Now, I think the function is going to change."
She laid down on the bed, and started told me to undress myself.
I took her negligee and panties off, leaving her dressed in only
that black choker, and put then started to eat her pussy. She
was getting into it when we heard a car door slam.
"Don't worry," she said, "it's just the next
door neighbors."
Then she told me to lie on my back with my head at the foot
of the bed. She climbed on top of me into her favorite position.
As we were really going to it, I heard a gasp from over my shoulder.
I strained my neck, and there was Dave, staring at his 'cold,
frigid' wife on top of me with her breasts flying and her shaved
pussy grinding on me. Then I realized that he was half undressed,
and on the other side of him was my wife, Lisa, with her blouse
hanging wide open exposing one of my favorite camisoles.
"Don't you dare stop, Don," she cried, "and
you two can just sit on the edge of the bed and watch us."
I began to droop a little bit from the shock, but then Judy
started twisting my nipples and my old cock got hard again. I
sure am glad he's a free thinker. If it was up to me, I'd have
bolted right there.
Dave was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching the show,
and Lisa went up beside him and started kissing his neck. She
seemed to be taking this right in stride. He looked at her, looked
at his wife, and then said, "What the hell," and started
kissing my wife back.
By the time Judy was screaming in climax, Lisa and Dave were
completely naked. Lisa laid down beside me and motioned Dave
to enter her in missionary. She put her legs all the way around
his back and had him coming in no time. By the time he had come
(didn't take long,) Judy was starting to cool off. I never had
a chance to come; I'd never seen my wife with another man before,
and I was too busy watching all the gyrations around me to concentrate.
As Dave got off of Lisa, Judy hugged him without getting off
of me, said, "Welcome home, dear," and kissed him.
Lisa bent over me and gave me a wonderful kiss. Judy climbed
off of me, passed kleenex all around, and said, "I'm sure
you're all thirsty. Let me go get something to drink. Is champagne
all right with you? No, don't get up, why don't the three of
you laze around and catch up with each other?" Then Judy
got out of bed and put on a flimsy little robe on that showed
her figure very effectively.
I just looked at my wife and her lover, and asked, "Now
before the two of you ask me the same question, What the Hell
are you two doing here?"
Dave said, "We're here to have sex. Judy told us we should
come here because it was the right thing to do." Dave looked
a little out of it right then, and I just looked at Lisa.
Lisa laid down on the bed and said, "Perhaps I'd better
tell it, but I'm still frustrated. While I'm talking, I want
you to touch me!" Not knowing who she was talking to, we
both put our hands on opposite nipples. Dave was shocked for
a minute and pulled his hand away. Lisa grabbed it and put it
where he could tease her cunt. "I got a voicemail Tuesday
afternoon from Judy, asking me to please call her. I got a hold
of her here at the house." Just then, Judy returned with
a tray of champagne and various finger foods. Pouring us all
a glass and putting the food within reach on the nightstands,
she took a seat on the couch and just listened. Lisa continued,
"Judy told me that she understood why Dave had strayed,
and that she felt that if he didn't complete his mission that
she would never be able to get him back. She begged me to have
one more tryst with him here at the house, and asked me if I
could possibly meet him at the airport on Friday evening. After
we had talked for over an hour, I thought she was sincere, and
I decided to help her out of the mess in her marriage that I
had helped to create. Oooh, a little faster please, Dave. I checked
my schedule, realized that I could slough off my Friday afternoon
meeting, and I could meet Dave at the airport.
"About 6:30 West Coast time Wednesday morning, I got
a call from Dave in my hotel room. Dave you sounded so excited!
Keep going! We agreed to meet at the airport, as Dave found a
flight that got in about the same time as mine. Would one of
you eat my cunt?"
I motioned to Dave to go ahead, and he put his head between
Lisa's legs. I got off the bed and went to sit next to Judy,
who was smiling and watching. She cuddled up next to me and started
tickling my dick while I kneaded her breasts. I said, "But
Dave, you were supposed to play golf in North Carolina until
Sunday. Did you cut it short?"
"No, I wasn't. It was a seven day package, and today
was the last day." We just looked at each other, and then
the truth dawned on me. Judy just said, "David, I think
you help should Lisa. I think she's ready to come." He went
to back to work with his tongue, while I went back over to sit
with Judy.
We were sitting there, watching Dave work on Lisa, and Judy
whispered into my ear that she'd set the whole thing up, but
she was glad for the way it was working out. She made me feel
good about being her lover.
After Lisa climaxed, much more quietly than Judy did, they
both sat up, grabbed a gulp of champagne, and then looked at
us. Lisa looked at me and said, "Okay, loverboy, what in
the hell WERE you doing here, fucking Dave's wife?"
Judy began, "It's my fault, not Don's. I set this whole
thing up. I talked Don into helping me with some clothes and
jewelry, and started leading him on a little bit. By Monday evening,
I was pretty sure he'd go to bed with me if I played my cards
right. I was planning on keep putting him off until tonight,
when I would get him over here so that the two of you would find
us in bed together.
"But on Wednesday night, my plans changed. After we had
gone shopping once more, I got Don to drive us out to Smith's
ford."
"You mean the creek up north?" asked Dave. "The
place where we first made love in the back of my Chevy?"
"Yes, that's the one. But something happened. While I
was letting him kiss me a little bit, I realized that for the
first time I was enjoying what was happening. Don was such a
gentleman that I thought about taking a blanket out in the field
and letting him have me there, just like you did with me the
next couple of times, David. But I couldn't be that unfaithful
to you.
"David, don't be upset with me, but the last two nights
I've spent the time with Don in a hotel room. I tricked him into
coming over tonight; he didn't know you'd be walking in on us.
He's taught me so much about making love, and I know I'll be
a better wife to you for it, David."
With that, Judy got off the couch, and went over to the bed,
and put her face close to Dave's and asked, "Can you forgive
me, dear?" They began to kiss, and then to feel each other
up. Lisa came over to me, and we watched them for awhile. Then,
Lisa grabbed our clothes and started for the door. The last sight
I had as I closed the door to their bedroom was Judy sitting
down on Dave's hard cock.
Lisa and I found a guest bedroom down the hall and started
making love ourselves. I enjoyed making my wife come, and coming
myself, as we listened to Judy's screams.
After about an hour, Dave knocked on the door and asked if
we'd like him to take us home now. After we got dressed , Judy
was waiting downstairs for us, fully dressed in a new, exciting
outfit. She shook Lisa's hand and thanked her, and then shook
my hand too!
Dave drove us home, four miles or so, and very little was
said. When we went to get out of the car, Lisa gave him a nice
kiss. Dave shook my hand and said, "Thanks for everything,
tiger." I just told him, "You're welcome. Anytime."
The next morning, I skipped my golf game and Lisa and I just
stayed in bed, screwing and talking. She wouldn't let me out
until I gave her every last detail. Then she made me waffles.
Over breakfast, we figured that we should get them a little something,
sort of a re-marriage gift.
We went to a bookstore and got a copy of The Joy Of Sex. We
inscribed the title page, 'With much love from Lisa and Don,'
and then had it wrapped. I drove up to their house, Lisa got
out of the car, put it inside their screen door, rang the doorbell
and ran like hell back to the car. We were gone before they ever
got the door opened.
For about six weeks, there was no contact between
the two couples. We were having dinner at the club by ourselves
on a Wednesday night in mid-October, and the two of them passed
by as we were just getting our drinks. Judy was wearing a very
sexy black and white strapless outfit with a serious slit up
the side. We stood up to say hello, and Lisa said, "Why
don't the two of you eat with us?"
We were sitting in a quiet corner where no one could hear
us, and eventually the conversation turned to how they were getting
along. Judy beamed, and said "Screwingly, just screwingly!"
Two months before, she would never have made a joke like that.
A little while later, Judy said, "Don, David and I really
want to thank you. When David and Lisa had their affair, I was
afraid that our marriage might be over. Lisa, I'm not blaming
you; on the contrary. I simply didn't know what my husband needed
or wanted, and you were able to give him some of that. But Don,
being such a gentleman as he is, gently tutored me so that I
could make David love me again. Oh, he wasn't shy about getting
into my pants," she said, giving me a little pat on the
hand, "but his original motivation was to help us, to show
me how to go about getting me my husband back again. Without
him, I'm sure we be in divorce proceedings now."
Dave countered, "She's right. We like to thank the two
of you. What can we do for you?" Of course, I told them
that the pleasure had been all mine (quite a bit of it was,)
and that they should just forget it. Dave told me he would like
hell.
The evening ended with the four of us sitting in the bar buying
each other after dinner drinks. I think Dave won, 1 up, but I
put up a good match. As we left, Judy gave me a kiss and a pat
on the ass!
About a week later, I got home after work on Friday night,
and was surprised to find Lisa's car in the garage. Normally
she works later than I do. I went into the kitchen, and heard
Lisa's voice from our comfortable living room, "I'm in here,
dear."
I went in, and was surprised to find her lounging on the couch
in a bright green negligee. I went over to her, kissed her, and
asked what I did to deserve that view?
"Oh, I thought you'd like to get the weekend off to a
flying start. Would you like a drink? I'll get up and get it
for you. You know, we could really use a maid around here."
Just then, I heard a voice from the doorway cry, "Right
away, 'mam!" I turned around to see Judy carrying a tray
with Gin and Tonic's on it, dressed in an outrageous maid's costume.
I'm sure you've seen the kind in magazines or Frederick's of
Hollywood stores. A black and white bra with a little collar
above it, and a G string with ruffles across the waist.
As we drank, the two girls started feeling me up, and then
Lisa and Judy led me up to the bedroom, both got in bed with
me. As they were stripping my clothes off of me, Judy said, "David
was serious about getting you something that you wanted. I remembered
you telling me that you'd like to have two women at once, so
with David's permission, I called Lisa and asked her if the two
of us could make your fantasy come true."
Lisa piped up with, "and if we don't, it'll be your fault."
Lisa started kissing my nipples, and Judy went to work giving
me a blow job. I'll never tell Lisa this, but Judy is better
at that job. As I was just about to come from Judy's sucking,
she stopped, and climbed on top of me in her favorite position.
Lisa came around the other way, and put her pussy right over
my lips. I exploded into Judy's cunt while Lisa came from me
licking her.
I turned over and started to eat Judy while she was laying
on her back, and Lisa was licking my ass and putting her finger
into me. For the next two hours, the two of them did everything
I could think of to me. I fucked Lisa once, and then still had
strength to let Judy give me one of her fantastic blow jobs.
When we finally began to slow down, Lisa was cuddled up to
me on my left side while Judy was clinging to my right. One of
them had my cock in their hand, but I don't remember which. I
asked, "Well, what's Dave doing tonight with you over here,
Judy."
"Oh, I think he's just sitting around the house. I left
him a TV dinner and told him to be good."
I asked for the phone, and called their house. When he answered,
I moaned, "Dave, help. I'm being made into a sex slave here.
I need your assistance!" When Dave finished laughing, I
said, "No, really, I'm serious. They've got me tied up and
everything. You've got to come and rescue me."
Lisa took the phone and said, "Yes, really Dave. Why
don't you come on over and join in? Judy and I would love to
have you. Don's being a party pooper. He hasn't been able to
get it up all night . . . Fine, see you in 10 minutes."
While we waited for him, we decided to continue the scenario.
The girls got some scarves, and tied me to the bed. Lisa went
down and opened the front door so Dave could just walk in. When
he entered the house, I screamed, "Dave, up here. Help!"
When he came into the bedroom, the two naked women jumped him
from behind. Judy held his hands behind him while Lisa stripped
his clothes off. Then, to my surprise, instead of them releasing
me, they tied him up next to me! They both took care of him for
awhile, while they waited for me to regain my strength. Then
they released us. The last thing I remember about that night
is doing it to Judy doggy style, while Lisa got Dave to help
her with some damn Kama-Sutra thing.
Since then, we get together as a foursome for an orgy once
a month or so. If one of us has an extended period out of town,
the other couple will take care of the single. Sometimes as a
threesome, but more often, the opposite sex will just sleep over.
We've taken a couple of trips with them to vacation spots.
Both times, Judy came as my wife and Dave does Lisa's bidding.
I like it that way; I don't have to listen to Lisa's snoring.
I still don't get much sleep then, however; Judy keeps me up
all night. We're even talking about buying a couple of lots next
to each other on a golf course down in the Carolinas and using
them as summer homes and eventually retirement places.
As I said before, nothing is as rewarding as a good education.
The question I'm still trying to answer is: who was Professor
Higgins, and who is Eliza?