This story is copyright ©1999 by Adam Gunn. All rights
reserved.
This story was previously released
under the author name of Mr. Backgammon
The Dueling Duets:
Lisa's Hobby
by Adam Gunn
Lisa's Hobby is the
second story in a four-part series. Although you will be able
to enjoy it on it's own, I recommend that you read the series
in the following order:
Don, the Professor
Lisa's Hobby
Dave's Erudition
Judy's Revenge
A proof of strength she could not publish more,
Unless she said, 'My mind is now turned whore.'
William Shakespere
Troilus and Cressida, Act 5, Scene 2
Let's get this straight right off. I am not a loose woman.
Neither am I a slut or a nymphomaniac. Promiscuous, you suggest?
Alright, I won't argue with that. A whore? A friend of mine defines
a whore as someone who has slept with more than 100 men. I hope
to be a whore someday. But I want to be an ethical whore.
What's ethical about being a whore? Well, ethics are simply
rules for dealing with other people, right? I have my rules.
Here they are:
1) Thou shalt not do anything which might cause harm or
pain to thy husband. Robert A. Heinlein defined Love as the
condition which exists when another person's happiness in more
important than your own. That's how I feel about Don.
2) Thou shalt not have sex with a person who is unable
to accept the risks. If they don't know what the risks are,
they're immature. If they know, but don't care about them, they're
foolish. Either way, they're trouble. If they know the risks,
care about them, and are unwilling to accept them, they won't
bother with you.
3) Thou shalt not go to bed with people with bad breath.
It's likely that other parts will be dirty also.
4) Thou shalt not pursue a man. If he's attractive,
I'll let him know I'm available. If he doesn't make an effort
to come and get it, it'll wind up that he's got good reasons
for passing it by, or he won't be very exciting when he gets
there.
5) Thou shalt not have sex with a new lover on the spur
of the moment. When you're horny, you'll do anything to get
it. So don't.
6) Thou shalt not go to bed with somebody who you don't
enjoy being with. Life's too short.
7) Thou shalt not have one-night stands. It's a lot
of work to live with these rules; this one is simply about productivity.
8) When the sex starts getting boring, cut off the affair
clean. If you leave old lovers lying around, they have a
tendency to bite you like a snake.
9) Remember Rule 1.
This story might make a little more sense if I tell you a
little of my history. Let me freshen your drink?
I 'lost' my virginity as a senior in high school.
Even then, I realized that sex was not only something to enjoy,
but something that was dangerous, too. Used unwisely, it led
to pregnancy, disease and hurt feelings, none of which I wished
on me or any of my male or female friends. So I waited until
I was fairly sure that it wasn't dangerous. I slept with only
one other guy before I graduated.
When I got into college in the late 60's, I realized that
sex was less dangerous, as many people didn't take it so seriously.
Pregnancy and disease were just as problematic however, so I
slept around enough to get a reputation as easy, but not enough
to get one as a slut. Getting into my pants was considered by
the guys to be a prize, not a rite of passage. And I never, ever,
got drunk in a fraternity house!
I continued this tradition until I met Ray two years after
graduation. I immediately fell for him; he had that puppy-dog
aura, and I guess I needed a pet. We had a fun time for a couple
of years, but when he found me in bed with another man, he couldn't
take it. Look, it's my fault that the marriage failed. I was
too young and wasn't committed enough. I'm just sorry that I
hurt Ray so bad. And I'm thankful that we never started the family
he wanted.
We got divorced in the bicentennial year, and for the next
eight years I had a ball. Sex was free and easy back then, as
there were no diseases that couldn't be cured with a shot of
penicillin. (Not that I had much to worry about, I had learned
to follow rule 3; men that taste nice with their clothes on have
a tendency to have clean gonads. I only caught the clap once.)
Birth control concerned me. The pill put me through hell with
it's side effects and concerns about cancer; all the other methods
worked, IF you did everything exactly right; finally, in 1982,
realizing that children was the last thing I ever wanted, I had
my tubes tied. I dabbled in everything that was outside the norms;
group sex, S/M, lesbianism, the works. After awhile, I found
out that I was interested in only five things:
Cock in Cunt
Cock in Mouth
Cock in Ass
Man's tongue in Cunt
The various kissing, touching, licking and sucking that lead
to the above four.
This life-style
came to a screeching halt in the mid 80's when first herpes and
then AIDS raised their ugly heads. Luckily, just about that time,
Don came along. He made me feel just the way I wanted to feel,
he was adventurous when it counted, he allowed me the freedom
I needed (not just about sex, but with my career and other life
choices too.) Fifteen months after I met him, it turned out that
we had both been 'faithful' to each other for over eight of them,
and we figured that we might as well make it formal. Children?
My dear, I'm telling you that Don is perfect; he'd gotten a vasectomy
the same year that I got fixed.
I realized that this was going to be a major life-style change.
We never mentioned being faithful for the rest of our lives,
and I don't think either of us dwelled on it, but for the first
two years we were married neither of us made any efforts. We
did all the things newly wed couples do: got the china we needed,
bought a house, joined a country club, the whole yuppie works.
Then we started pillow talk not only about all our old lovers,
but about our fantasies for the future, too. It was soon after
that I sat down and figured out my ethical rules; if and when
Don ever let me loose, I knew I needed a chain to keep me in
the neighborhood.
One day we received terrible news. We had some
very good friends and next-door neighbors and Fred, Jill's husband,
was killed in an auto accident. Jill, of course, was devastated,
and relied on us to help her and her two young children after
all the relatives had gone home. The three of us became best
of friends. She came over whenever she had a moment just to talk
to me, and Don was always over there playing with the kids or
fixing stuff around her house. One day, Don came back and said
to me, "Lisa, Jill just hit on me."
"Did you nail her?" I asked. Nobody's ever accused
me of being subtle.
"Lisa! She's going through a real tough time now. The
last thing she needs is more complications."
"The last thing she needs is more negative feelings,
like being horny and alone. You should give her what he needs."
"But what about you? What about our marriage?"
"Do you think that I'd be upset with you because you
choose to be sweet with one of our dearest friends? I think the
next time she comes on to you, you should just let her have it."
The next day, when Jill came over I turned the conversation
to sex and love, and let her know indirectly that anything she
did with Don was okay with me. After a week of the two of them
mooning over each other, they still hadn't done anything about
it.
One evening, I arranged for a baby-sitter for Jill and told
her she was coming over to our house for dinner and relaxation.
Over salads and wine, I told them that I thought they were being
silly, that I was going to go to a movie, and would be gone for
at least two and a half hours. I told them that what they did
was their business. And then I left.
When I got back, the downstairs was dark, and I heard noises
from the bedroom. I got a drink and a book, and sat down in our
rec room. After awhile, Don sauntered nakedly out to get some
cold drinks from the refrigerator and found me. "Oh, sorry,
I didn't know you were home."
"Don't sweat it. You look pooped," I remarked, observing
his anatomy. "Are you and Jill enjoying yourselves?"
"We sure are. Are you still okay with this?"
"Absolutely. The two of you don't have to rush out on
my account. Let her stay in there as long as she wants."
Of course, they were out twenty minutes later. Jill started
to be embarrassed, but I just hugged her and let her know that
I cared for her, and that anything she needed was fine by me.
Soon after that, Don walked her home and came right back. Don
was too fatigued that night to get it on with me, but his tongue
worked just fine.
For the next eight months, it was a regular menage a tois.
Don was with her five or six times a month. Sometimes Jill would
farm the kids out to her relatives, and a few times I baby sat
for them. After awhile, Jill met a divorced man and Don quickly
stepped out of the way. Jill and Bob got married after a few
months, and still live next door in a strictly monogamous relationship.
They're great friends, but not as close as Jill and Fred were.
Threesomes? Oh, Jill wasn't in it for the sex, she needed
companionship. If I had inserted myself into the formula, it
might have screwed her up big time. The single time that Don
suggested it, I just ignored it. See rule #2.
A couple of months into Jill and Don's affair, Don asked me
what I was doing about the lack of attention.
"What lack of attention?"
"Well, you know, I mean the physical side of things."
Guys can be such dorks.
"Oh, you mean I'm not getting laid as much as I used
to."
"Well, yeah."
"What am I supposed to do, Don? Take on a lover myself?
How would you feel about that? I'd never do anything that would
hurt you, and you never told me it was okay."
After discussing it for awhile, we set up some ground rules.
It was okay for either of us to have other lovers as long as
we were inconspicuous, and that we didn't keep secrets from each
other.
I didn't do anything. A couple of weeks later when Don mentioned
it again, I just told him that I thought it was just pillow talk,
nothing serious. Don told me that it was serious, and that he
was disappointed.
"Why?"
"Well, two nights after our talk, you worked really late
at the office. I figured that you'd gone and gotten a guy and
weren't telling me about it."
"No, dear, I wouldn't do that. When I do have an affair,
you'll be the third to know. I promise."
And
that set a binding contract down. I didn't wait to be told a
third time. I'm climbing the ranks of a Fortune-1000 company
in the Human Resources department, and part of the dues are serving
on industry councils and the like. I was on a committee, and
at the next meeting, when they asked for volunteers for some
silly report, Brian, a married guy I liked a lot stepped up and
said he'd do it, but he needed one other person to help. I agreed
to serve as his assistant.
We met at my office after hours a few nights later to work
on it, and I was wearing the right amount of everything. A red
blouse that wasn't too tight with a little cleavage, a white
skirt that had a slit up the side to show lots of leg, red pumps
and jewelry.
As we worked, I let him see some leg, and I would bend over
once in awhile so that he could take a peek at my sheer bra.
I could see him getting hot, and as we were nearing the end of
the evening's work, I stood up, went behind him to point at some
figures, and let my tits rub his arm. Of course, we started kissing
and after awhile, he grabbed my breast. I'm sure he thought he
was going to get laid right on my desk.
I stopped and said, "Brian, what would your wife think
about this?"
"The same thing your husband would, I guess."
"Really? My husband knows everything about me, and if
we have an affair I will tell him about it within days. Don doesn't
mind that I fool around, but he wants me to be safe. Can you
say the same about your wife? And if you can't, will you be okay
if she finds out about it?"
We kissed a couple more times, and I told him to think about
it. If he decided to get serious, let me know.
He didn't call me back, so I figured it was a bust. When I
saw Brian at the next council meeting, I said hello and asked,
"So how's it hanging?"
"Pretty well, I think. I'd like to talk to you about
it sometime."
"Anytime you're ready."
He called me at home the next evening, and Don answered the
phone. Handing it over to me, I said, "Hello, Brian."
"Hi, Lisa, you know I've been thinking."
"About what?"
"Well, you know, how we were acting that night and how
beautiful you are, . . ."
"Oh, and how you'd like to fuck me?"
"Lisa! Is your husband listening to this?"
"He sure is. Do you have a problem with that?" Don
had picked his ears up at the F-word, and was giving me a quizzical
look.
"Well, no, I guess not, as long as he doesn't."
"He doesn't, I told you that. So, have you finally decided
that you want to get into my pants?"
"Well, I was thinking of how I could put it a little
more romantically, but since it's out on the table, yes, I'd
enjoy that."
"Oh, I know you will." Don was listening intently
now. "And what about your wife, what are we going to do
about her?"
"I've decided that I'm a big boy. I'm willing to accept
the chance that she'd find out. Or were you planning on calling
her up?"
"I wouldn't do that. I don't kiss and tell, except to
my husband. Okay, it's your move, what should we do?"
"Well, my wife is going out of town this week to visit
some relatives. I was thinking that you could come over to my
house . . ."
"No, Brian, not a good idea. Your wife could easily find
out. Why don't you get a room at a nice hotel, and I'll meet
you in the lounge? Say, 7:30 on Friday evening?"
We agreed, and I hung up the phone. Then I went over to Don
and said, "Well, I told you you'd know. Is this still okay,
I can back out if you want me to?" Don's prick was as hard
as they get. As I was talking to him, I took it out and started
playing with it.
"Oh, no, Lisa, you won't get out of it as easily as that.
You made a date with him. But I'd sure like to be a mouse in
the corner."
So I told Don what I was planning on doing to Brian, and did
it to him instead. For the first time in a long time, Don came
twice with me that night. Afterwards, I said, "Well, you
can't be a mouse in the corner. I've tried it, and I don't care
for exhibitionism. But would you like to meet him before we screw?"
He decided that he would, just for curiosity's sake.
Friday night rolled around, and I had Don drive
me to the hotel. It was summertime, and I wore a serious trolling
outfit, tight halter top and shorts that were painted on. We
got a booth in the lounge, and I sat where I could see the door.
Don took a seat across from me. When Brian walked into the bar,
I got up and stepped up to where he could greet me without seeing
Don. I gave him a kiss that promised a lot more, and then sat
down. When I introduced Brian to Don, he nearly shit!
The three of us sat there, drinking our drinks and making
small talk. Brian was a little confused, and I reached over to
hold his hand. Underneath the table, I started playing footsies
and then reached under the table to rub his leg. After awhile,
I took his hand and put it on my thigh. The chicken didn't have
the nerve to move it higher, but he sure wasn't taking it off
either. Finally, I gave Don a prearranged signal. He swallowed
the rest of his drink, got up and said, "Brian, I'm sure
that you two have a lot of work to do on that report. Would you
do me the favor of driving Lisa home when you guys are finished?"
Then he left.
It didn't take Brian long to get us out the bar and up to
the room he had rented. I knew that he thought we were going
to just take off our clothes and bang, but I wanted to have some
fun with him. I had finished the report, and it was perfect.
Except, that is, for four glaring errors I had placed in it.
I kissed Brian, a deep sloppy kiss, and then told him that I
wanted him to look the report over and see if he could find anything
wrong with it. He thought I was joking, but I was serious; we
had to finish our work before we could play. I laid down on the
bed, and made him sit in the chair to review my work.
When Brian found the first error, I took my sandals off. When
he got the second one, I stood up and peeled off my shorts, revealing
a tiny G-string. I told him to go on reading the report, and
laid back down on the bed. He couldn't take his eyes off of me,
and it must have taken him 10 minutes to find the next mistake.
I told him to come over to the bed and take my halter top off.
In a shot he was over, stripping it off to give him a great view
of my tits, and he was sucking and feeling me everyplace. I started
stripping his clothes off until I got to his underwear, and then
stopped. "You've still got one more mistake to find."
I had him lay on his side on the bed to read the report, and
then I cuddled up beside him. I was rubbing my body all over
of him, and my hands were freely roaming over the front of his
body, putting my fingers into his mouth, pinching his nipples,
and leaving no part untouched, except for his dick. I came close,
but wouldn't grab it. Brian was unable to concentrate on the
paper, and I gave him a couple of hints. Finally, he spotted
it, and I grabbed his pecker.
Rolling him on his back, I put a tit into his mouth, and started
serious manipulation of his tool. Then I started kissing him
starting at the mouth, going around to his eyes, ears and neck,
down to his nipples and finally got down to his briefs. I stripped
them off, and there was one of the stiffest tools I've ever had
the pleasure to know. I got it into my mouth, and got him going
until he almost came, at which point I stopped my ministrations.
Getting up, I pulled off my panties, sat on the dresser, and
told him, "Okay, Sparky, let's see what you can do for me."
He wanted to come over and put it in me, but I told him that
he couldn't until he made me come first. Pushing his head down
between my legs, I let him eat me.
Now remember, this was the first man (other than Don) that
I'd had in almost five years. I don't know if Brian was really
that good, but he had me coming in no time. I was seeing stars
when I got him up and guided his cock home. In about two minutes,
we were both grunting and groaning, and his sperm was going up
into my twat. I loved it!
We got down from there, and I said that I wanted a hot bath,
would he like one too? Surprise, surprise, he did, he did!
After drawing the bath, I let him get in first, and then sat
with my back to his stomach. I gave him the soapy washcloth,
and told him to get me clean. He got the idea, and started rubbing
all of my body that he could reach with the cloth. When he got
down to my pussy, he let the washcloth slip away and started
finger fucking me. I just relaxed and let myself come. By that
time, I could tell from the lump in my back that he was ready
to go again, so I turned around and sat on top of him. I moved
very slowly, so that we wouldn't start a tidal wave, and it wasn't
long until he was spending again, with me joining him in the
fervor.
We stood up, soaped each other all over again, and then rinsed
in the warm shower. Then we toweled each other off, and got under
the bed clothes. We were just kissing and nibbling each other.
He made me come once more by eating me, but I couldn't get him
to come in my mouth. We finally fell asleep.
I woke about 4:30 in the morning, and it wasn't long before
Brian was up too, in more ways than one. I finally got him to
come in my mouth (I love the different tastes that men's sperm
have; in a strange way, it's like the different varieties and
vintages of wine.) Afterwards, we nibbled and sucked some more,
and then he was getting ready again. I let him climb on top of
me in missionary, a position I detest, but before he could spend,
I turned around, laid on my side with my back facing him, and
let him enter me from the rear. Before too long, it was starlight
for both of us again.
Getting out of bed, I suggested that it was time that he drove
me home. On the way, I agreed to let him take me out again the
next week after work. When we got to our house, I kissed him
good morning, went into the house, stripped off my clothes and
got into bed with my husband, who was snoring soundly. When he
woke up and smelled the ruttiness, he took charge and kissed
me all over, eating my still-wet pussy. When he was done, I got
on top of him, and told him all about the evening while I slowly
fucked him.
When I made him breakfast before he went to the golf course,
all I wore was the G-string that Brian had me in. Although I
had left plenty of time, Don was late for his tee-time, and had
to meet his partners on the second hole.
This
started our tradition. Don knew about most of my affairs before
they even started, and I told him all about my dates as soon
as I could. Sometimes, I had affairs that were out of town at
conventions and such, but I never had a man that I didn't know
I wanted before I left town. Don sometimes wondered why not,
but I'm very cautious about this. If I know what I'm going to
do, I can plan it so that I won't be surprised. I like to be
in control, not only of the guy and the situation, but also of
myself; sometimes, I'm afraid of what I'll do.
In the ten years since Brian, I've been in bed with about
one guy a year, two at the most. Most of the guys have been married,
but there was one single guy that I trusted, a couple of recent
divorcees that I took on as charity cases, and one sixty-seven
year old widower who I really enjoyed. The men I dated never
knew Don and I socially before the affair, and I never dated
men at the office. I like to keep my life into three separate
cubby-holes: my life with Don, my career, and all the other great
fucks in the world. This means that a few men that I'd like to
get to know have to be overlooked, but it's a small price to
pay for peace.
How do I meet them? I flirt, shamelessly and openly. Most
men take it for what it is, simple social lubrication that good-looking
women use with men that they find somewhat attractive. Women
who I trust and respect don't have any problems with it either.
Am I a tease? Absolutely not. A tease is someone who won't come
through when she's given a man reason to believe that he just
might find his way in. If a man who is not verboten has the guts
to make a pass at me, he's got a fairly good chance of finding
himself flat on his back while I have my way with him. If he
doesn't make the pass (and most guys who I flirt with don't)
he never played his cards, so how could he call me a tease?
Most of my liaisons have been in hotel rooms, but I'd bring
them to our house once in awhile, when I didn't think Don would
be home. (Once Don came home unexpectedly and caught me with
a guy on the living room floor. Don politely excused himself
and left. The jerk was so upset, even though I'd told him that
my husband was cool about the arrangement, that he put his clothes
on and left. He never got laid by me again.) I never went to
a married man's house; that's a good way to get in serious trouble.
Nor did I do it outside or in a car. My husband can have me wherever
he wants me, but I try my best not to get caught shamefaced with
my boyfriends. Occasionally, I'd introduce Don to a guy I was
boinking, but we never did the meet-my-husband-before-you-fuck-me
routine again.
My affairs never last long. I just don't find much interest
in doing the same things over and over again, so when I realize
that I know what the guy is going to try to do to me next, I
break it off politely and cleanly. I never just stop seeing them,
I let them know that this is the last time. Then I fuck their
brains out.
Threesomes or foursomes? Well, I kept on the lookout for a
guy that I could bring home for that purpose, but it just never
panned out. Don dated a married woman for a long time who also
has an open relationship, and we went out socially with she and
her husband a couple of times. Unfortunately, there was simply
no spark between the other guy and I. I would have had group
sex with them just to give Don the experience, but he told me
that he'd rather I only did it with people that I want to; he's
a wise man.
Actually, I've left out a piece of me that
I'm really passionate about. Twelve years ago, Don and I joined
a country club, and I took up golf. I love that game, it's as
challenging as they come, and I've gotten quite good at it. I'm
down to a fourteen handicap (which means I can beat most of the
guys), and I've done well in some of the tournaments at the club.
Don and I won the mixed couples championship once, but I'd never
won the Women's Club Championship.
It was getting close to the Championship the first weekend
in August, and I was practicing my ass off. I skipped out of
work early and got to the club about 1:30. A guy I knew slightly,
Dave somebody or other, was putting on the practice green as
I was getting ready to go out by myself. He stepped over and
asked if I would mind if he joined me. I agreed, and he told
the caddy-master to put his clubs on the passenger side of the
cart.
We rolled off the first tee after a couple of nice tee shots,
and we got to talking. I knew his wife Judy slightly, and asked
about her. Without his saying a single word about her that wasn't
positive, I knew she was a pain in the ass, and that he thought
I was much more exciting than she was. Can't say that I was surprised,
most married men feel that way about me; it's not so much a recommendation
for my skills as a condemnation of the way many wives treat their
husbands. Judy kept to her little clique at the club, talking
their gossip, making up their little rules that I always ignored
(and getting the cold shoulder for my efforts) and basically
being a road-bump on the highway of life. Whenever I played against
one of those girls, I always tried a little harder. When I told
Dave that I didn't think I'd ever played golf with Judy, he told
me that she didn't think much of the game. He made it sound like
the pronouncement of the death sentence.
By the third hole we were laughing and joking. Dave told a
couple of jokes that his wife probably blushed at. I told him
a couple that would have burned her ears. I found him to be a
very attractive man, and by the time we got into the woods on
the back nine, I was flirting and Dave was reciprocating. Nothing
serious, just some looks, I let my leg bump up against his in
the cart, one time as we were both pulling clubs out of the bag
my tit got caught up against his forearm. When we got off of
18, I gave him a little hug and kiss on the cheek. Done one way,
this is just a way for friends of opposite sex to greet each
other. The other way promises nirvana. I told Dave that I hoped
he have a good time with Judy that night.
Oh, my practice round? I'm now the Women's Club Champion!
After the final round on Sunday afternoon, everybody gathered
in the grillroom and was buying me drinks in celebration. I saw
Dave eating dinner with the lovely Judy on the other side of
the restaurant, and I blew him a little kiss.
When we got home that night, I received a phone call; it was
Dave. Don was passed out on the sofa, exhausted from the rigors
of getting me around the course (which means he'd been in the
clubhouse all day drinking beer.) Dave congratulated me on my
win, beat around the bush for awhile, and then asked if I'd like
to have a drink with him sometime.
"Why, Dave, I'm flattered. But why would you want to
have a drink with me?"
"Oh, we just seemed to have so much in common. I thought
maybe we could learn a little bit more about each other."
('Yeah, sure', I thought.)
Now before I answered, I let the situation run through my
mind. If we met at the club, he'd just wimp out on me. But if
we met someplace else, he might make a pass at me. Did I want
that to happen? Was I able to stop it without hurting him, because
I sure as hell wasn't going to sleep with anyone from the club?
Finally, he broke me out of my considerations, and said, "You
still there?"
"Oh, I'm sorry Dave, I just dropped something. Now what
did you ask me? Oh, yes, about the drink. Sure, I enjoyed your
company the other day, too. I'd love it." Then I decided
to find out how far he was likely to go. "Where should we
meet?" When he suggested a bar near the hotels, I was pretty
sure what highway he was on.
I told Don on Thursday morning that I might
be home a little late that night; now look, I was not doing anything
wrong here. Since I didn't expect to go to bed with Dave my tradition
about telling Don before I did anything didn't come into play.
Yes, this guy was from our social life, but I figured with his
wife, the last thing I had to worry about was him telling stories
about me. Thirdly, Dave didn't ask me where I'd be, and I didn't
offer; I didn't lie to him. When I dressed for work, it was one
of my more conservative business suits, only a muslim woman would
have shown less than I did.
Dave was already at the bar when I got there that evening.
I greeted him with a hug and kiss; this time, it was the chaste
version. He bought me a drink, and then led me back to a booth.
I was tempted to ask, "Okay, Dave, why are we here?"
but instead took a more circuitous route.
"How's Judy?"
His face flushed a little bit, and he cast his eyes down.
Not a good sign. "Fine," he said.
"Will she be joining us later?" I was almost ashamed
of myself.
"No, I don't think so."
"You two make such a nice couple." I wondered if
he would get the sarcasm. He didn't.
"Yes, all our friends tell us that, but they don't know."
Ah, the old my-wife-doesn't-understand-me ploy. But then it took
a change. "I love Judy. I don't know what I'd do without
her." Guys who are trying to jump your bones don't usually
tell you that. "But we had so much fun the other day, I
just wanted to spend a little more time with you."
For the next forty-five minutes, he told me his life story.
I actually started to sympathize a little bit with Judy, as apparently
her upbringing had a lot to do with her circumstances. They were
married in college after she became pregnant, and she'd done
the best she could. Tough times early in Dave's career had caused
Judy to become very tight with money, and the recent good luck
that Dave had in business just didn't seem to matter to the way
Judy lived her life. No matter how much money Dave made (and
he was now worth a bundle, thanks to a patent he'd made pay,)
Judy wouldn't spend much of anything on herself. The only luxury
she allowed herself was tickets to the ballet and opera, and
a riotous time every Thursday night when she and her friends
would go to the card-room in the club, drink lemonade and play
bridge until they were all in a frenzy.
After awhile, I started getting bored with all this, and decided
to mix up the formula. "So, Dave, how's Judy in the sack?"
I could see I shocked him; nice girls like his wife don't ask
that kind of question.
"Well, not so good. She's never been interested in sex
at all. I'm not sure if she's clinically frigid, but she can
be a real cold fish."
"And you've been the world traveler, sneaking off behind
her back everytime you get the chance?"
"No, Lisa. You might not believe this, but I've never
been with a woman other than Judy. Not that I haven't had opportunities,
I just felt I owed it to Judy not to do anything while we still
had kids at home or in college." I challenged him on his
"opportunities," and he told me a couple of stories
about women literally throwing themselves at him. Young girls,
in particular, will do anything to hump a rich bugger and get
something for their efforts. I believed him.
"Well, why here, why now?" I challenged, destroying
the myth that we were here just for a drink and a conversation.
"Our last son graduated from college in June, and the
onus I put on myself is over. Judy's not interested in satisfying
me, and I'd like to find out what other things there are in the
world. I'd really like to meet an intelligent, sexy woman who
wasn't impressed with my money, so I wanted to spend some time
with you."
"What would Judy do if she found us together?"
"I don't know. Perhaps divorce me, perhaps not. I hope
she wouldn't, but I've tried to get her to become more interesting,
and she's not responding. At the very worst, I'd give her enough
money to last her for the rest of her life. At the best, she
might get shocked into changing our lives."
This was an answer I liked. He was making a tough choice,
and I found him stimulating for that. I asked Dave to go get
us another drink, just so I could think for a moment.
After reflecting, I decided to go ahead. It was obvious that
he was going to jump someone sooner or later, so the morals of
breaking up a marriage were on him, not me. Also, I found myself
wondering what a guy who'd never had a good lay in 40-some years
would be like. It was time to set the ground rules.
When he got back, I said, "Well, what am I supposed to
do about Don?" I wanted to make him think.
"What do you mean?"
"Would you be willing to look him in the eye if he knew
that you'd been with his wife."
"Will that happen?"
"Yes, it will." Dave was shocked. "You see,
Dave, you've picked the right woman. Don and I have an arrangement.
I'm allowed to fuck anything I want, as long as I'm safe and
I tell him everything. You can bet I'm going to be safe, and
I'll tell him what's been going on, and with who. So the next
time you bump into him on the putting green, he'll know which
hole you've been chipping into. Now, can you stand that? Or will
you try to avoid him?"
He thought for a minute. "And Don's fine with this? I
mean, he won't try to punch me out, or make a scene or anything?"
"He hasn't with the other guys that I've screwed. Of
course, none of them have been from the club."
"Okay, I can live with that, then." He then waited
for me to do something. I just sat there. "Well, what do
we do now?"
"Hey, it's your nickel, sport." I retorted. "But
I tell you what, I'm going to walk out the door. You can either
walk out with me, in which case I'll let you drive me to a motel,
or you can sit here, finish your drink, and be home in time to
watch your favorite sit-com."
I got up, and just started walking. I honestly didn't know
if he was behind me until I got halfway to the car. Then I felt
his arm around me. I figured I'd better start turning on the
sex appeal; up to this point, we'd talked too much. "Um,
that feels good."
We got to his Cadillac,
which was parked in the back out of eye-sight, and he opened
the door for me. As I started to get in, I 'tripped' a little
and he had to catch me. "Ooh, your arms feel good."
I put my face up to get kissed, which he did, a little tentatively,
but it was a first effort, after all. When he got in the car
on the other side, I flowed up to him and let him kiss me seriously.
He didn't know how. It took two or three minutes to get him to
open his mouth enough for me to get my tongue in it. Almost immediately,
his hand went to my chest. I'd found a real rookie here, folks.
I broke it off, and said, "Okay, where are we going?"
He drove to a motel and got us a room. When we walked in, I closed
the door, and let him kiss me again. Then I said, "Listen,
I need to use the bathroom." I went in, tinkled, and took
my pantyhose off. When I got back to the room, he was already
in bed with the lights off.
"Up out of there, sport, I've got plans for you."
I threw the bedcovers back to reveal him in his tee-shirt and
boxer shorts and turned the lights up. "Go sit over there."
and pointed to the chair. I sat down on the bed. "Listen,
you've told me you are not experienced with other women. Is that
the truth?"
"I swear, Lisa, I've never had anyone other than Judy."
"Okay, well, what's your favorite position with her?"
"Position? You mean sexual position?" I nodded.
"Lisa, this is the God-honest truth. She's never let me
have it except with me on top."
"You mean missionary? You guys have never done it with
her on top, or doggy style, or any other way?"
"That's the sum of it."
"Well, you're going to have a good time tonight!"
With that, I stood up and took my jewelry off. I hate getting
hair stuck in jewelry. "Stand up."
I came over to him, and stood next to him. "Kiss me like
to mean it." He tried. It wasn't good enough. "No,"
I said, "kiss me like you've got nothing to do but kiss
me. Don't think about what we're going to do, don't think about
the fact that you've got a raging hard on, don't think about
the fact that I'm fully dressed and you're half naked. Just concentrate
on your lips on my lips, your tongue and my tongue, and how good
it feels." He tried again, and it was much better. Not world
class, but not hopeless.
"Okay, now you may do anything to me that you like, with
one exception. Your dick can't touch any part of me, not my hand,
not my leg, not my mouth, and certainly not my pussy. When, and
only when you've satisfied me, I'll take your cock in my hand
and show it the time of it's life."
"What do you mean, satisfy?"
"Orgasm, buster, and I want a good one. We're doing this
to get both of our rocks off, not just yours."
With that, he started to kiss me again. His hands began roaming
around my chest, and he kept this up for way too long. I was
starting to get bored, when he got lucky. You see, I have this
thing about having my ears nibbled. Drives me nuts. Dave started
nibbling my ears, and I started making the little sounds that
I do. That excited him, so he unbuttoned my blouse on the back
and got it off me. I was wearing a bra from Victoria's Secret,
nothing real sexy, but I could tell he liked it. He started kissing
me around that neighborhood, and I said, "Pinch them."
He got the idea, and started gently pinching my nipples, then
started chewing them through the bra. His hands went to the zipper
on my skirt, and after a few aborted attempts, finally got it
off and had me down to my panties.
"You're beautiful," he said as he gazed at my body,
and he said it so touchingly that I almost cried. After awhile,
he had both of my pieces of underwear off, and was gazing at
my naked body. "Are you a real redhead," he said, "or
do you dye yourself down there, too?"
"That's a question that you must never ask a lady,"
I explained. "But since I'm not one, I'll tell you that
my topside has highlights that are compliments of my hairdresser,
but below decks it's all natural. You like it, I take."
I could see that he did, and I said "Okay, come take a closer
look." I went over a laid down on the bed and motioned to
him to lay beside me.
"Kiss me all over," I commanded. He did, and finally
got down to the honey pot. I threw my legs wide open, and by
this time I was getting a little wet. He sniffed it, and really
went after it. He was licking and sucking on it like he had never
tasted a pussy before. He just wasn't being effective, and finally,
I faked a little orgasm so that we could move on.
When I was done 'coming,' he came back up and started kissing
my mouth. Dave was a real gentleman, and kept his still-hidden
dick away from me. I took off his shirt and boxers, and there
was his hard on, ready to go to work. I figured that he hadn't
had any in years, and that it would be easier to go to real work
if I just took care of him quickly. I kissed him and went down
to his shaft. After a couple of quick licks to get it lubricated,
I took him in my mouth and started to suck him while rubbing
the rest with my hand. About 10 seconds into it, he let go. I
swallowed it as it came and just kept sucking until he was done.
I laid down beside him, and he told me how fantastic I was.
And he hadn't seen anything like my best work. Then I said, "Dave,
while you're getting reloaded, would you mind if I gave you a
few suggestions on eating pussy?" He said he didn't, so
I had him try it again. I told him where to lick, how to gently
nibble, how to finger fuck me, and when I had him go into 69,
he started eating me really well. I was getting nice and hot,
and he was starting to come to life again, when he got off of
me.
"Lisa, would you mind if we had intercourse now?"
"Of course not, that's the reason we're here, isn't it?
What we've done up till now is just foreplay."
So he tried to get me into missionary. I just sat up, said,
"No sir! You've had enough of that to last you the rest
of your life." I got up on my hands and knees, and he figured
out we were going doggy. Up he came, and started away. By this
time, I was pretty ready, so after a few minutes I finally got
to a fair orgasm. Nothing to write home about, but I was pretty
sure that he could feel my pussy muscles going to it. Pretty
soon after that, I felt him coming.
I laid down on my side, and motioned for him to come up beside
me and hug me. I started moving his hands around my body, and
pretty soon he got the idea. He started playing with my nipples
and I was a little surprised at a little flicking motion that
he was making that was really getting to me. In a little while
he moved one of his hands down to my cunt and started playing
with it, all the while nibbling on my neck and ears and flicking
my tits. I was getting excited, and another little orgasm sort
of surprised me. By this time, he was ready to go a third time.
About right, I thought, making up for lost time.
I figured that we should finish up the three basic positions
(he already had missionary down pat,) so I climbed up on top.
This time it took him a long time to come, and I had fun bouncing
up and down while he played with my nipples and tried to hang
on. I think I shocked him a little bit when I put my hand down
to my clitoris and started to rub it. Soon thereafter, I had
myself into a really good come, and he came right with me. As
we came down, I whispered, "Sport, you were really great."
Well no one ever said that bed talk had to be truthful. I got
up, went into the bathroom and cleaned up, and then went back
into the bedroom and started putting my clothes on. He got the
cue, went and took care of himself, and soon we were leaving.
On the way back, he asked if he could see me again.
As I already explained, I don't do one night stands. I said,
"All right, one more time, but that's all. Next Monday night?
I'll make the arrangements, and phone you in your office, okay?"
I decided that I wouldn't tell Don until after
I was done with the affair next week; that way, he wouldn't have
to worry while he was at the club.
I felt better when I woke up the next morning. I'd done my
good deed. One more time, and I'd send him on his way. I decided
that the next time would be so fantastic that he'd never forget
it. I phoned a bed and breakfast in a small town about a half-hour
away and made a reservation. I'd been there before, it's one
of the most romantic places I've ever seen. I thought that after
this was all over, I'd take Don there as a 'thank you.' I called
Dave, and told him to meet me there at 6:00.
On Monday, I skipped out of work about 4:30 to drive over,
checked in, and let the innkeeper know what Dave looked like
(we were old friends by now; I'd taken quite a few of my guys
there.) When I got up to the room, I closed all the blinds so
that the room was completely dark, got out two dozen candles
and lit them. I filled up the large jacuzzi in the bathroom and
put it on heat cycle. I got out a portable CD player and put
on some soft music. Then I got dressed in a beautiful green boustiea,
g-string and a sheer wrap. I put on some matching high heels,
and checked myself out; I was looking good.
Dave got in, and
came up to the room. He saw me and looked me over quite thoroughly
before walking to me and kissing me passionately. I handed him
a small package, and told him to go into the bathroom and change
into the contents. When he came out, I could see that he had
put on the skimpy g-string that I had purchased for him. It covered
him just enough to get me excited.
I've discovered that the most important thing to good sex
is being in the mood. The previous Thursday, I'd been nervous
about the situation and Dave's inexperience. As a result, although
Dave had a good time, it was pretty much of a bust for me. Tonight
I was in control, and I found myself getting so excited that
as soon as Dave came over to hold me, I felt the electricity.
We laid on the bed, and just explored each other's bodies
with our hands and mouths. Then Dave started slowly stripping
my costume off. By the time he had everything off but the panties,
I was ready. He went down on me while he took them off, and this
time he paid attention to what I had told him. It wasn't long
until I was having a serious orgasm. Dave didn't let up after
I was done, and soon I was coming again.
I got up and had him to sit in a high backed victorian arm
chair. I started kissing him from head to toe. I sucked on his
toes, and bit his nipples hard. Then I got to his groin, and
just licked around the edges of the g-string. The head of his
cock poked out, and I nibbled it a little bit. Then I stripped
him of his cloth, and started seriously sucking on his scrotum.
He was loving it, and then I slowly licked his cock. I could
tell that he was getting excited, and I took the whole thing
in my mouth, getting very deep. In that position, unless you
tickle the underside of the shaft with your tongue, it's unlikely
that he'll come, but it feels very good for him. When he was
getting close, I took it out of my mouth, and climbed on the
armrests facing him. I lowered my cunt onto his cock, very slowly,
and told him to hold my back so that I wouldn't fall. I then
moved my calves up on to his neck. In this position, I could
feel it half way up my vagina. Then I started moving my pelvis
slowly, all the while playing with Dave's nipples. He figured
out what was happening and grabbed my ass to help me move. We
went on like this for a long time, coming close, but each time
either of us approached climax I would slow down to give us a
breather. Finally, I let us both come. It was fantastic for both
of us this time.
We extricated ourselves from the position, and I led Dave
into the steaming jacuzzi. We sat in it for awhile playing with
each other. I showed him how I liked my nipples to be kissed
and chewed, and Dave started getting real good at it. Then he
put his finger into my cunt, and I was seeing stars again.
We went into the shower and washed each other. I thought that
Dave would try a shower scene, but apparently he thought that
was a little athletic.
We went back to the bed and I told him to lay on his stomach.
I produced some oil, and started rubbing his back, legs and ass.
When I started to rub his anus, he gave a little start and then
relaxed. I bent down to tongue it, and then put my finger, gently,
all the way up. You could tell he was in heaven. After awhile,
I took my finger out, and turned him over to oil his front.
I then gave him the oil and let him apply it to me. I let
him do my front first, and then turned over to let him work on
my back. When he got to my ass, I wondered if he would go for
it, and he did. I love having my ass kissed, and Dave didn't
hold back. The difference between boys and girls (alright, another
difference,) is that girls can climax from being finger fucked
in the ass. I don't think Dave knew that when he got there that
night, but he did when we left. Heavenly!
Dave was ready again, and this time we did it side saddle,
with me controlling my movements by putting my heels on the wooden
side of the bed, and grabbing the canopy supports on the roof
of the bed. This room was built for romance. After we calmed
down, we laid on the bed. I started talking to Dave, and asking
him what his plans were. The underlying assumption when we arrived
that night was that he would never see me romantically again.
But after this evening, if Dave really wanted to continue it,
I was willing to let it go on a little bit more.
Dave told me that he'd thought about it, and come to the conclusion
that he would go back to Judy and try to get her to be more interesting
somehow. He knew she'd never be in my league, but he'd had a
good life with her up to now, and he really didn't want to break
that up. I was disappointed that this was ending so quick, just
when I'd gotten him broke in, but I told him that I was glad
he was satisfied now, and he said, "Well, really, I'm not,
quite . . ."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, there is one fantasy that I've had for many years.
I was hoping that you'd help me finish it off. It would mean
just one more time with me, and then, I swear, I'll never ask
another thing of you again."
"Tell me about it. I might be willing to help."
"It's simple. I've laid in my wife's bed for twenty-six
years, and never had a good time in it. I've fantasized for years
about having another woman in our marriage bed. I'd love to get
you in there so that whenever I went to bed with her, I could
think of you. If I could make sure that you were safe and wouldn't
get caught, would you come with me to my house?"
Now, this was really breaking the rules. If we were surprised,
there'd be hell to pay. I really wanted to help Dave out, as
the rest of his life was going to be a really, really long time.
But this seemed to be asking too much.
Then Dave started explaining how it could work. Judy played
bridge every Thursday night. She left the house at 5:45, and
didn't come home again until 9:45 or 10:00. Dave told me that
in the past four years, she had never been home before 9:30.
We could get there about 6:30, make love for an hour or so, and
be gone long before she ever got back. I was hesitant, but then
Dave played his ace card -- he started nibbling on my ear. When
he put his hand down to my vagina, I agreed, but I made him make
me come again before I told him.
We showered again, and Dave told me that he had told Judy
that he was on a business trip.
"Do you think you could stay the night with me?"
he asked.
"Oh, Sport, I'd love to, but . . ."
"But your husband would be upset, wouldn't he?"
"No, that's not it. Actually, I haven't told Don about
us yet, but I could phone him and let him know that I was having
fun . . . I've done that a couple of times, and he's never objected.
But the real reason that I can't stay is that I'm going out of
town for two weeks soon, and I've got a ton of work left to get
ready for the trip. If I stayed here you wouldn't let me get
any sleep!"
I finally got him to agree to let me leave, but before I left
I tucked him into bed. When I got home, Don was playing with
his computer, so I didn't get to tell him what I was doing that
night. For one reason or another, the next two nights weren't
good for that talk either. It's possible that I was just nervous
that this affair was so close to home, and I thought Don might
be upset about it.
Did I trust Dave about this
idea of sleeping with him at his house? Absolutely not! I went
over to the club, and started chatting with the hostess who I
knew well. I told her I wanted to make a reservation for Thursday
night, and then got a look at the book. There were the biddies,
including Judy. Safe as houses.
Thursday evening I drove my car to a park about 5 blocks from
Dave's house. I parked my car in a secluded area in back, and
when Dave drove by I got into his Caddy. He had me scoot down
so that no one would see me as we drove into the area. When we
got to the house, he opened up the garage and drove in. Only
after the garage door was closed did I get up. We walked in,
and went straight to the bedroom. Before I let Dave touch me,
I took a good look around, and tried to memorize how everything
was; I was planning on not letting any suggestion of my visit
remain. After work, I'd changed into a cute little black dress
with a bare midriff connected by straps. I took off my earrings
, tennis bracelet and choker, and put them on the nightstand.
Dave pulled my dress off me to find matching panties. I stripped
Dave down completely, and proceeded to give him the blow job
of the century. I was just done, and getting ready to let him
eat me, when all of a sudden, the door flew open. There was Judy,
looking at us. It was only 6:50. I knew she recognized me.
She just took in the scene, and you could see tears starting
to stream down her cheeks. She turned away, sobbing, and closed
the door behind her. I was upset, but Dave was nearly hysteric.
I got dressed, and told him to get dressed too. After we pulled
on our clothes, I just told Dave it would be all right and to
go to his wife. Then I just walked out the front door (Judy was
nowhere in sight) and walked the quarter mile back to the car.
Only after I got in and closed the door did I allow myself
to be a nervous wreck. I cried for fifteen minutes, cursing myself
for being such a fool. Our nice life was going to be ruined;
the affair would be gossiped all over the club and we would have
to resign; Don was going to suffer the reputation of a cuckold
when he wasn't, and it was all my fault! Then I discovered that
I had forgotten to put my jewelry back on. I thought about calling
Dave, or going back to his house, and then I just decided to
forget it. Some things are just too expensive.
Finally, I pulled myself together and drove home. When I got
there, Don knew immediately that something was wrong. I figured
that now was better than never, so I told him the whole story.
He was thoughtful, but not angry or upset. He kept telling me
that everything was going to be okay. He pointed out that I was
going out of town for a couple of weeks, and that maybe everything
would blow over by the time I got back. Eventually, we fell into
a sexless, fitful sleep.
The next morning at work, I prepped for my
trip. An H/R convention was starting in Anaheim on Sunday, and
I was flying out to the coast on Saturday as I was on one of
the committees. After it ended up on Thursday, I would bump around
the west visiting some of the corporation's branches and factories,
explaining the new benefits package to groups of employees. I
was glad, it would do me good. When my boss looked in on me,
he figured that the stress I was evidently feeling was due to
the pressures of the trip, and he told me not to take it too
seriously. I got a message from Dave, but was much to busy to
respond. I figured if it was important, he'd get me at home that
night.
I got home, and Don made a nice little dinner while I packed.
Later on in the evening, I got myself all dolled up for him,
and we made love for a couple of hours. Yes, we talked about
Dave, and I told him all about he turned from Mr. Nothing to
SuperStud. We had fun.
I took a midday flight to LAX (I hate that airport. Come to
think of it, I hate that whole city.) After I settled into the
hotel, I gave Don a call. We aren't the kind of couple that keeps
tabs on each other, but I wanted to find out if there had been
any concerns at the club; I knew that Dave and Don both played
golf on Saturdays. It turned out that they had had a short, civilized
conversation, and that Dave thought that Judy wasn't going to
make a fuss. I was a little relieved, but still not relaxed yet.
The convention started, and I was involved in all the hoopla.
When I got back to my room about 8:00 on Tuesday evening, there
was a message from Don. I called him back, and he told me that
he and Judy had met so that she could give him my jewelry. He
told me that she was adamant that there would be no scandal and
no divorce. Everything was okay! I felt so good, that when I
went down to the bar and met a guy that I'd had a relationship
with at this convention three years ago, I let him know that
if he came up to my room later, he wouldn't be disappointed.
You're shocked? But this wasn't breaking the rules! Sure, it
was on the spur of the moment, but Mike had already been my lover.
And I told him before we started that I only had this one night
free. My fondest memory of that trip is being screwed in the
Hilton while being illuminated by fireworks from the Magic Kingdom.
The trip went along successfully. I spent the weekend bumming
around San Francisco, where my Monday appointments were. No,
I didn't bump into anyone I liked, and there was no sex. Disappointed?
I called Don once from a pay phone out on Pier 39 where you could
hear the sea lions in the background. No further news, all was
calm.
Tuesday evening, when I landed in Seattle, (Portland was Tuesday,
Seattle was Wednesday,) I was surprised to get a voicemail from
Judy. She asked me to call her at home as soon as I got into
my hotel. By the time I got there, it was after 9:00 Pacific
time, and after midnight back home. I returned the call anyway.
Now this conversation really shocked me. 10 days ago, Judy
had found me in bed with her husband. To all outward appearances
and on the sworn statement of her husband, Judy was the original
prude. After we had talked for a few moments, Judy asked me to
please fuck her husband one more time. (Those aren't her words,
I think the exact phrase was to 'have sexual relations.') The
story she gave me was that she was trying to get over this incident
and figure out a way to make herself more appealing to him. ('Learn
how to screw,' was what I suggested, but under my breath.) She
was worried that she'd interrupted us just as her husband was
filling a lifetime fantasy. She knew that because Dave had explained
to all to her and what it meant to him. (I gave him two gold
stars for honesty, one demerit for stupidity.) It was her feeling
that if he blamed her for this failure, she'd never get the chance
to turn her life around. So would I please boink him one more
time, at their house, so that we all go back to living wonderful
lives?
Yes, I was skeptical. Wouldn't you be? But I couldn't turn
her down flat. Instead, I bounced the ball back into her court.
I told her that I might consider it if her husband called me
and substantiated her story. I didn't just want to show up and
say, "Hey, Dave remember the last time? Let's forget your
wife and keep going!" She told me that she agreed to that,
and when was the soonest we could arrange this? Well, luckily,
the manager of the Denver office had called me up and told me
that Friday afternoon had turned bad. Would I mind just doing
the morning session; I could catch an earlier flight back? I
figured that I could get into town on a flight that landed at
7:45. If she could convince Dave, I'd take a taxi over to their
house, meet Dave, take care of business, and then call another
cab to take me home. I could get there 8:45 to 9:00, have a nice
screw (no, I didn't say that, I was being very refined,) and
still get home by midnight, which was the time Don was expecting
me to get in. She thanked me, and told me that Dave would call
me either way.
The next morning as I was doing my morning calisthenics, (not
those, I knew no one in Seattle,) my room phone rang. It was
Dave. He was on a golf trip in North Carolina, and had talked
to Judy. He thought that she was over-reacting a little bit,
but she was being awfully nice about the whole thing. If I wanted
to, he was sure he could go round with me one more time, just
to appease Judy, you understand. I could almost feel the drool
over the phone, feels like you're just next door. We talked,
and agreed that Friday was the optimal time. He was scheduled
to arrive at the airport at 6:30 Friday night. He'd just wait
for me at the baggage claim, and then drive me home. If I wanted
to catch a taxi from his house to mine, okay, or else he'd drive
me home.
That night I took the flight to Salt Lake. Of course not,
nobody gets laid in Utah! The next night I flipped over to Denver,
and I could tell that I was getting horny. I'd been without sex
for 10 days.
When I got into the airport Friday night, there
was Dave just like we'd planned. He drove the car around while
I got my luggage out of hock, and then we drove to his house.
On the way, I let my hand wander to his thigh; it might have
touched his cock. He tried to get at my boobs, but I moved to
the other side of the car, just to torment him. As we approached
his house, we got to talking about how nice Judy was being. Dave
suggested that I might help him and Judy out by taking her out,
getting her some new clothes, show her how to make herself up,
things like that. I suggested that maybe her husband's lover
wasn't the proper person for this job, but that I'd keep my mind
open.
When we got to his
house, we were both ready for some serious sex. Judy's car wasn't
in the garage, so we figured we were home free. We drove into
the garage, slammed the car doors, went in the side entrance
and attacked each other up the stairway until we got to the bedroom.
Dave opened the door, and walked in before me. He stopped cold,
and I looked over his shoulder to see Judy sitting on top of
a guy. She was wearing a black negligee, bunched at the waist,
stockings and the choker I'd been wearing the last time I was
in this room! Then I looked at the guy, and it was my husband.
I gasped in surprise.
Judy told Don to keep going, and ordered the two of us to
sit on the bed and watch. 'All right!' I thought, 'live sex shows!'
Dave was in shock, and I led him over to the bed, and sat him
down. Judy was grinding away, and I could see that Don was nice
and hard as his dick slithered in and out of Judy's slippery
vagina. I looked down at Dave, and could see that he had a raging
hard-on. I started kissing him on the neck, and finally got his
attention. I got him out of his clothes, then stripped mine off,
and laid down on the bed next to Don. Dave was on me in a flash,
in the missionary position. I put my legs around him, and grabbed
his ass. It didn't take him long to come. I was close, but I
was too interested in the noises that Judy was making. She's
a world class screamer! This was a frigid woman? What had gone
on in the last two weeks that I didn't know about?
As Dave was getting off me, Judy reached over, hugged him
while my husbands dick was still at attention inside of her,
and kissed him. I bent over and gave Don a kiss with a question
mark attached.
When we all started to get up, Judy put on her transparent
robe, told us all to laze around , and left us to get some drinks
and snacks. Don asked us (US!) what we were doing there. Dave
gave a befuddled answer; it was clear that he wasn't thinking
too well due to the shock of the situation. While I was filling
in the story, Judy walked back into the room, poured us all a
glass of champagne, and sat down on a fainting couch to watch
us sort the story out. I figured I fix her, so while I continued,
I got both of the guys to work on me with their hands. After
all, I brought Dave off earlier, but hadn't gotten any myself.
Eventually, I got Dave to eat me, and had a pretty good orgasm,
but it didn't seem to make much difference to Judy; in fact,
she urged Dave on.
After we were done, I just looked at Don who had gone over
to sit with Judy while this was going on, and asked, "Okay,
loverboy, what in the hell WERE you doing here, fucking Dave's
wife?"
Judy didn't let Don answer, but started giving us the story
herself. It seems that when Don had met her to get my jewelry,
she asked him how she could make herself more exciting, Don had
said that she needed a tutor. He took on that duty, and Judy
started in on the process of seducing him. ('Conniving little
bitch!' I thought. It was that moment that I really started to
like her.) She planned the whole thing so that we would pop in
at the exact moment she was being deflowered. But, instead, she
had found out that sex could be fun for it's own sake, and the
two of them had spent Wednesday and Thursday nights screwing
each other. I hoped Don had had more fun the first time than
I had with Dave. (Yes, I keep score. I like to win, too, but
it's much more important to play the game, if you know what I
mean.)
After she was done with her story, Judy started to screw Dave.
I would have liked to stay and watch, but then I figured it was
sort of like a honeymoon for them, so I snuck out of the room,
taking Don with me. We were thinking about just leaving, and
then realized that neither of us had a car. Judy's screams from
the master bedroom were making me horny again, and Don told me
that he hadn't come yet tonight. Seems he was about too when
we popped in, and then he was too interested in watching Dave
screw me to get off. So we found a guest bedroom, and fooled
around in there until Dave came out to take us home.
As we left, Judy was dressed in a jumpsuit that I would wear
in a second, but I never thought Judy would slip herself into
something like that. After seeing that outfit, and having watched
her screw Don's balls off, I knew she didn't need much help.
She gave me a jewelry box, and told me to have fun with the contents.
As I confirmed a few minutes later, she'd returned my choker
to me.
The next morning as we were eating breakfast,
I got a few more details out of Don. It seems that Judy really
had been inexperienced until a few days earlier, when Don had
taught her what I had shown him over the years. We decided that
Dave and Judy were on a second honeymoon, and that they needed
a 'wedding' present. I wanted to get her a vibrator, but Don
won out, and we got them a copy of 'Joy of Sex,' and dropped
it off on their porch so that we wouldn't disturb them.
That evening, I was going to take Don out to dinner. I donned
the same black outfit that I wore the first time I was in Dave
and Judy's house, including the choker. Don recognized it, and
got so excited that we wound up making love in the parlor. We
decided just to call out for Chinese, and discussed the affair
of Dave and Judy for the rest of the evening.
I saw Judy from a distance at the club over the next few weeks.
She was dressing smartly now, and she waved to me, but we never
got a chance to say more than, "Hi, how are you?"
Then one evening, when the club was beginning to slow down
for the winter, we were over there having dinner, and Judy and
Dave came in. We invited them to join us, and Judy was in fine
fettle. She'd loosened up a lot, and I really enjoyed her company.
Dave was giving me the sexy eye, but I just ignored him, and
finally he stopped, realizing that what we had was over. When
all the staff were out of earshot, Dave and Judy thanked Don
for saving their marriage. (What, I did nothing? Oh, yeah, now
I remember, I'm the 'other woman.') They wanted to give him something,
but Don, always the gentleman, turned it down. I kicked him under
the table. They said they'd get even somehow.
The next day, I was taking a steam at the club, and Judy came
in. It was only the two of us. We started talking, and Judy told
me that she knew what Don really wanted. "A threesome,"
I answered. Judy laughed and asked me how I knew. I told her
that was all guys ever wanted, more girls when they couldn't
take care of the one they already had.
Well Judy said that if I ever wanted to give him his wish,
she'd be happy to be the third party, with Dave's blessing. I
thought, screw Don, he's had enough, but then I thought, 'Hey,
I can get some fun out of this myself.' So we set it up for the
next Friday evening.
Judy
came over as soon as I got home from work, and Judy asked to
see my costumes; Judy found one she really liked, so I told her
to dress in it. It was a little large for her, but I knew Don
would never notice. I didn't think that Don had ever seen it,
as I'd got it as a gift from a guy who had a fetish. When Don
came home from work, I was sitting in the living room in a green
outfit I'd gotten from Fredericks. Don started getting interested
in me, and I asked him if he wanted a drink. I called for the
maid, and Judy walked in, wearing my little maid's outfit. Don's
eyes bugged out, and then his tongue did too. For the next two
hours, Judy and I took turns fucking his socks off. We did it,
too. He got too pooped to pecker, and then I put a bug in his
ear that he should call Dave for assistance. He did, and then
we tied Don up. When Dave walked into the bedroom, the two naked
bitches jumped on him and tied him up too. While we had our way
with Dave, Don just had to lie there and watch. Poor Don!
After we released them, Judy started playing with Don, and
I showed Dave a copy of the Kama-Sutra, which he hadn't studied
before. We tried a couple of positions, but Dave's got to be
a lot more flexible before he'll be good at it.
Since then, the four of us have been a joint item. Dave graduated
from sex high-school, and he's working with me on his bachelor's
degree now. Sometimes the four of us get together, sometimes
it's a threesome (especially if one of us goes out of town for
awhile,) and we always like to swap just for the fun of it.
Don, Dave and I have created a little tradition. We play a
three-way golf match once a year. The winner gets to do me while
the other one watches and acts as a caddy. And if I win? They
both pay. Judy doesn't get into that match -- she thought about
taking up golf, but it never clicked for her.
And, yes, Judy and I do go shopping together. She shows me
the right thing to buy as often as I do for her.
Me, men other than Don and Dave? Don't be silly, I still have
my goal to be a whore before I'm sixty. I'm pretty sure I'll
make it.