From: sambaz@aol.com (SambaZ)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: WifeWatch4: Maura's Night In
WifeWatch4: Maura's Night In

   copyright 1996 by Deadly Nightshade

   Monday morning we had to go back to work and so got lost in our real
lives once again.  By Tuesday night, we were back to making love rather
than just plain fucking.  It was a new, more intense, more passionate
lovemaking, but it included all the old stages: seduction, kissing,
foreplay and a sort of dreamy cuddling afterward.

   By Thursday I needed some rest.  Besides, I hadn't been to my place
(I've never been able to call it home) except to pick up some clothes in
nearly a week.  It had been a mess when I left.  I put my kids through a
vigorous practice for their Saturday game.  They'd already forgotten the
loss in the tournament, one of the wonderful advantages of youth.  Then I
spent the evening trying to make my apartment look like something other
than Animal House.  I was on the bed, watching the late news, when Maura
called.

   "I miss you," she said.

   "I miss you too," I replied.

   For the first time in years, we both meant it.  We went on like that for
a while.

   "We really owe Frank our thanks," Maura said.

   "I guess we do," I replied.

   "I feel really bad about it.  I mean, I've walked away, leaving him
hard, twice now.  I'd really like to do something nice to make it up to
him."

   "Such as?"

   "I don't know.  What do you think?"

   "A blowjob," I said, laughing.

   "Hmm," Maura hmmed.  "Maybe..."

   "Hey, I was just kidding."

   That hmm had brought the jealousy back in force, but it had also given
my cock a little twitch.

   "Would you mind if I, you know, did that?" Maura asked.

   "Yes," I replied.

   "OK, then I won't."

   "Well, it's up to you.  If you think that's what you should do, then
that's what you should do."

   "So you don't mind?"

   "I didn't say that.  Yes I mind.  It made me very jealous, watching you
with him at that club, and at his house, and on the video.  But as you
know, it also really turned me on.  So..."

   "Damn!  I don't know how to deal with this," Maura moaned.

   "Relax," I said.  "We'll figure something out.  I do agree that we owe
Frank a lot."

   We agreed that I would pick her up the next night and take her to dinner
at a new Italian restaurant.  Friday was the usual chaotic end of the week
mess and I was a few minutes late getting to Maura's.  Just as I walked
through the doorway, she came out of her room and walked along the balcony
above the living room and started down the stairs.

   "Jesus Christ!" I said.

   "You like it?" she asked, smiling seductively.

   "Like is hardly the word!" I said.  "Jesus!"

   Maura giggled.  She was wearing a pair of red high heeled pumps that had
to be three inches high.  And a tiny, extremely tight red cocktail dress.
I'd never seen a dress like that except in movies.  The bodice was halter
style, held up by a thin spaghetti strap, and cut low in front to show
plenty of cleavage, almost to her nipples, which made nice little bumps in
the thin cloth.  It was also cut away at the sides to show more cleavage
there.  And the hem fell way closer to her crotch than her knees, so short
that from my angle of view below I could see a little wedge of white lace
panties.

   "Wow!  Where did you get that?" I asked.

   "Shelagh and I went shopping this afternoon," she said.  "So you DO like
it."

   "Baby, I LOVE it, as will all other men on earth."

   "Well, that's sort of the idea, I guess."

   "Oh?"

   "Yeah.  At lunch I was telling Shelagh a little about last weekend.  I
told her it made me feel guilty, but that it also made me very hot.  And
she said 'Listen Maura, if you enjoy it, just do it.  Life's too short for
guilt.' And I said 'Yeah, but I AM still married.' And she said 'That's
never held me back.'"

   I knew that was true.  Shelagh was a new friend from work.  She and
Maura were initially attracted by their Irish heritage and their marital
status and had become very close very fast.  Shelagh and her husband would
live together for a while, then fight and split up, and Shelagh had a
reputation for fast living when she was on her own.  She was always trying
to get Maura to go out dancing with her, and just last Wednesday they had
gone to one of those male strip shows with some other women from work.  Now
I was beginning to wonder if that had played a role in our bizarre weekend.

   "So do you think my dress is too revealing to wear out to dinner?" Maura
asked.

   "Yes," I replied, grinning.  "But..."

   "We're going anyway?"

   "Why not?"

   The restaurant was crowded, so we had to wait at the bar.  Maura was a
sensation.  Every man in the place was watching her, and most of the women,
the waiters, even the waitresses.  The bartender hovered nearby until we
got our table, and the waiter mostly ignored me, focusing all his attention
on Maura.  And she was eating it up.  Her nipples were bulging under the
thin cloth.  On the way back to the car, she slipped her arm around my back
and rubbed up against me.

   "What would you like to do now?" she asked.

   "Take you home and fuck you," I replied.  "How about you?"

   "That sounds good," she said, giggling.  "But what I'd really like to do
is go back to that club."

   "You mean the one from last Friday?"

   "Yeah."

   "Because you think Frank might be there?"

   "Yeah."

   "So now it's payback time?"

   "Maybe."

   "Are you sure you want to do this?"

   "Why?"

   "Because I have a feeling that this time it won't stop with just some
dirty dancing."

   "Yeah, it might not."

   "And that's what you want?"

   "I don't know.  We'll see.  He probably won't be there."

   In the car I was again awash in a sea of jealousy, but I was also
feeling stirrings between my legs.  I half hoped that Frank wouldn't be
there.  But I half hoped that he would.  Of course, he was, standing at the
end of the bar.  When he saw Maura, his eyes lit up, as did those of most
of the other men present.  It never occurred to me until much later that
they might have set this up.

   "You get us a table," Maura whispered in my ear.  "I'll be right there."

   I found a table in the darkest corner, right next to the dimly lit dance
floor.  Maura went straight over to Frank and gave him a big hug and a
kiss. They chatted for a moment, then came over.  Frank and I shook hands
and the waitress arrived with drinks.

   Maura and Frank got up and danced two fast numbers.  The whole time her
breasts were jiggling around, threatening at any minute to burst free of
their red prison.  Her dress rode up on her thighs, revealing a triangle of
white lace in front and twin half moons in the back, surrounding the little
white thong strip.  She didn't bother to try to pull it back down.

   Then they danced a slow number.  Maura slid her arms around Frank's neck
and pressed up against him and his hands slid down to caress her half
moons. When they came back to the table, her nipples were trying to punch
their way through the thin red cloth of her bodice.

   "Your wife is one hot babe," Frank said to me.

   "Thanks," I replied, barely able to speak.  "I couldn't agree more."

   "She tells me ya'll are talking about getting back together," he said.

   "Yeah.  We are."

   "That's good," he said.  "I think marriage is a good thing, at least for
everybody but me."

   We chatted for a while, then they got up to dance another slow number.
About halfway through, Maura turned in his arms, facing me, pressing her
back against him.  His hands moved up to caress her breasts.  She moaned
and twisted her head to kiss him and one of his hands slid into the side of
her dress onto her bare breast.  She put one hand back, forcing it between
them.  Her hem had ridden up again and I could see a spot of moisture in
the crotch of her panties.  When the number ended, Frank went off towards
the mens room and Maura came back to the table.  She was panting and sweat
was running down her chest between her heaving breasts.

   "Having fun?" I asked.

   "Yes," she said.  "I don't know how to say this, so I'll just say it. 
Would you mind leaving us alone?"

   I felt as if someone had just kicked me in the stomach.

   "Why?" I managed to gasp.

   "Well, you're so nervous, it's bothering Frank, I think, and me too."

   "So it IS payback time?"

   "I don't know.  I just want to play.  If you want this to stop, just say
so, and we'll go home now."

   "No, I want you to do what you want to do."

   "So you will leave?"

   "Yes.  Are you sure you want to do this?"

   "Yes."

   "How will you get home?"

   "Frank will take me."

   So I got up and left.  The cold air outside took my breath away.  I had
been gulping drinks and realized that I was too drunk to drive home. 
Luckily, the bar and restaurant association's shuttle van was sitting in
front of the bar across the street.  The only other passenger was a woman
curled up in the back seat, asleep or passed out.  Without thinking, like
the proverbial horse and barn thing, I gave the driver directions to
Maura's house.

   The ride seemed to take forever.  My mind was a battleground of
conflicting emotions as my imagination played movies of what might be
happening at the club.  My stomach was going through some involved
gymnastics routine.  At Maura's, I almost told the driver to take me back
to the club.  But I didn't.  I just tipped him and went in, made my way
through the darkened house upstairs to the bedroom, where I laid back on
the bed and promptly fell asleep.

   Music and laughter woke me.  I looked at the clock.  I'd been asleep
less than half an hour.  I got up and went out onto the balcony.  The radio
and a couple of lights were on in the living room below.  Maura and Frank
were on the couch directly below me, making out.  My first impulse was to
make a noise and go down, but for some reason I didn't.

   They were kissing tongue to tongue and Maura was moaning.  I couldn't
see everything, but their hands were moving everywhere.  Suddenly, Maura
got up and walked a few feet away from the couch.

   "Hey, where you going?" Frank asked.

   "I'm going to thank you for what you've done for my husband and me,"
Maura replied, turning.  She began dancing slowly to the music, undulating
seductively.  She reached up and undid the strap around her neck and
slowly, slowly lowered her dress until her breasts came free.  She let the
dress drop to her waist.

   "Jesus!" Frank said.

   "You like my tits?" Maura asked, giggling.

   "They're incredible!" Frank replied.

   Maura caressed her breasts with her hands, squeezing the swollen
nipples. She turned back and forth, letting him see from every angle.  Then
she pulled the dress off over her head and danced in just her heels and
panties.  They were soaking wet and the dark shadow of her bush showed
clearly through the white lace.

   Slowly, slowly she rolled her panties down, revealing little by little
the dark thick curls of her bush.  When her panties reached the bottom of
her hairy triangle she stopped and danced for a minute.  Then she turned
her back and, bending over at the waist, slowly pulled her panties down her
long legs.

   "Oh, shit!" Frank gasped.

   Maura turned toward him and danced with her legs apart, running her
fingers through her thick bush.

   "You like my pussy?" she asked.

   Frank didn't have to answer.  He was rubbing his hardon through his
pants.  "I want to see that," Maura said.  "Show it to me."

   Frank stood up and slipped off his loafers, undid his pants and took
them off.  When he pulled down his briefs, his hard cock sprang out.  Maura
gasped.  It wasn't a monster or anything, but it was a good bit longer and
thicker than mine.

   "Oh, I like that!" Maura said.

   She pushed him back onto the couch and knelt between his knees.  She
kissed her way up his shaft, kissed his hairy balls, then kissed back to
the tip.  She repeated the movements, kissing and licking this time, then
took just the head of his cock between her lips, swirling her tongue.  She
took it back out, kissed along the shaft, then put it back in.  She kept
repeating the motions, each time taking more of his cock, until she had it
mostly in and was sucking hungrily, holding the base with one hand while
the other reached back to rub her pussy.  Frank was moaning, bucking his
hips against her.  They were both in a frenzy.

   "I'm going to come!" he gasped.

   Maura ignored him.  He repeated himself, but she just kept on sucking.
And then he was coming and she was struggling, almost gagging, but
swallowing every drop.  When his cock finally stopped pulsing, she licked
all around the head, then looked up into his eyes and smiled.

   "Thank you, Frank," she said.  "Thank you for everything."

   "Well, I think it's your turn now," he said.

   In no time he was between her legs, kissing and licking her inner
thighs, teasing closer and closer to her pussy and she was pushing toward
him, trying to get his mouth onto her.  He kissed all over her hairy bush,
then ran his tongue up the length of her slit.

   "Oh my God!" she yelped.

   Suddenly she grabbed Frank's head and stared straight into his eyes. 
"You've got to go, now," she said.

   "Why?" he asked, startled.

   "Because if you keep doing that, we're going to end up fucking."

   "Hey, I promised we'd just play, and I meant it."

   "It's not you I'm worried about.  It's me.  I want you so bad.  But I
love my husband and want him back.  We can't ever do this again.  Please
go."

   Frank was not happy, but in the end he went, giving her a kiss at the
door.  She closed the door behind him and leaned her back against it, sweat
gleaming on her heaving breasts.  She began stroking her pussy, emitting
little animal sounds.  She moved to the couch and spread her legs and began
mauling herself with both hands, sliding, first, two fingers, then her
thumb, into her slit, throwing her hips up to meet the thrusts.

   "Oh, I am so fucking stupid!" she gasped.

   There was a kaleidoscope, with a smooth hemispherical lens, on the end
table.  It was easily twice as thick as Frank's cock, but she grabbed it
and began rubbing the lens against her cunt, making more animal sounds.

   Throughout the entire scenario I'd been frozen in the darkness of the
balcony, paralyzed by jealousy and lust and confusion.  Now concern that
Maura might hurt herself thawed me.  I started down the stairs.

   "Omigod!" Maura screamed, sitting up.  "I thought you went home."

   She got the teary look on her face and began babbling, apologizing,
pleading, begging me to forgive her, but the whole time she was still
thrusting the kaleidoscope against her wet pussy.  I took it away and
unzipped my pants and pushed her down onto the couch.

   "Oh, god, I'm such a slut!" she moaned.

   "And you're going to get what sluts get!" I said.

   I plunged my cock savagely into her.  Gone was the gentle lovemaking of
Wednesday night.  I fucked her hard and she fucked back, both of us
grunting and groaning, sweat streaming, droplets flying through the air.  I
could hear my engorged balls slapping against her ass.  She wrapped her
legs around my back, trying to pull me deeper into her, nearly crushing the
air out of me, and went off into some twilight zone, gasping, panting,
chanting.
   "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me Frank..." 

