
An Adventure My Husband and I Shared


Received from "Mary" August of 2007.

About two months ago, my husband, Will, and I arranged to meet for dinner after work.  We planned to start our night with a drink at the Marriott.  I got there 15 minutes early, and the stress of the day moved me to order a glass of wine while I waited for Will.  I guess the wine released inhibitions enough for me to get involved in a conversation with a guy sitting nearby.   

Just so you will know, Will and I were childhood sweethearts.  We got married while we were both in grad school nine years ago.  We have no kids.  I guess you could say we are both on "fast track" careers... his in engineering, mine in law.      

A half hour after starting my wine... and a conversation with the guy next to me... I noticed my husband standing in the doorway of the lounge.   

I waved him over, introduced the guy, and in a couple of minutes the two of us were on our way to dinner.   

"How long were you waiting there by the door?" I asked Will.   

"About 20 minutes."   

"Well, for heaven's sake why didn't you come over?"   

"It looked like you were having a good time, and I liked watching."   

"Oh," was all I said, but I realized he had done this before.  We dropped the subject and had a nice evening.   

On the drive home Will asked, "Did that guy - was his name Ben? - try to date you?"   

"No, we were just talking."   

We talked about other things for the rest of the drive, but I began worrying that he thought I might be appearing too available to strangers.  That simply was not the fact.  I like everything about my husband, and I enjoy being married to him.  It's the most important part of my life.   

A couple of weeks later we made another date for a Friday night dinner in town.  This time our meeting place was the Hilton Hotel.  Again I thought Will was late, until he appeared from the back of the bar.   

"What were you doing," I asked him, "I was waiting for 15 minutes."   

"I just like looking at you," he responded.   

"Were you waiting to see if anyone tried to talk to me, or something?"   

"I confess."   

"Don't you trust me?"   

"Of course I do.  But it's kind of exciting watching you talk to guys in places like this.  I guess maybe I'm a bit of a voyeur."   

"Well, that's different," I said.  I was happy that it wasn't a trust thing after all.    

Late at night the next week we were holding each other in bed (I think that's one of the best parts of being married), and talking.   

I brought up his bothersome behavior.  "Will, how come you try to watch strangers talking to me?"   

I had my arm over his him when I asked that.  There was nothing going on, just a married couple in bed, being comfortable with each other.   

But I felt his penis stir.  "I guess it's because I think you are beautiful, and I like knowing other guys think so, too," he replied.   

Well, that's kind of an odd compliment, I thought.  Then I said, "They may not think that at all, they may be just trying to make conversation... or maybe make a date, or even pick me up."   

His penis stirred more.  "Maybe that would be OK, too," he said quietly.   

Now I was beginning to understand something new about my husband.  I took the hand he had on my hip, and moved it to my crotch, then grabbed his cock - it was erect!   

"Mary, you're getting all warm!" he offered.   

"Will, you're getting all stiff."   

We put the stiffness and warmness together, and made love.  That's not quite true.  We fucked!  And talked, too, during the less active moments.   

"Let me be sure I understand.  You get turned-on when you think about guys trying to pick me up?"  He responded both physically and verbally: "Yeah."   

"Well, I've heard of men like you.  You're some kind of voyeur." 

"Yeah, maybe."

"Will, I've been married to you for nearly ten years.  I don't think guys are interested in picking up married women.  I guess it is kind of nice having someone pay that kind of   attention to me, it's sort of flattering - not that I don't want to be married, or anything."   

"Uh, you like their attention?" he quickly asked.   

"Maybe.  It would be kind of nice if a guy did try to date me, or even try to pick me when we're out like that.  It sure doesn't happen when we're out together."   

His movements became more urgent.

"I always wondered... would you like to go out to see if something like that would happen on purpose, instead of accidentally, like when you're waiting for me, like last time?"   

His body was telling me this was something he was interested in, that was for sure.  Was he was offering me a license to flirt?  No, he was encouraging me to!  I thought about it for a minute.  That would be a different role for me, a change from the professional one at work, or the married one with Will.  Hmmm... interesting thought!  Why not? 

I replied, "Sure, so long as you and I wind up here."   

The sex we were having continued with more excitement than usual.  Soon we both drifted off to sleep.   

The next day Will came home from work - it was Friday - and told me he found out that a hotel out near the airport was a place where singles our age went.  "Let's go there!  You can pretend to be single, or at least available, for a while," he blurted out.   

This was moving from idea to action much faster than I had envisioned!  Somehow we decided to do it.  We got dressed, and I freshened my make-up.  We had a silent drive along the way.  I almost felt like I was being driven to my execution.  Well, at least it was exciting my husband.  But, I had to admit to myself... it was exciting me too!  

The hotel lounge was mobbed.  It looked like most people stayed at the bar.  The guys were approaching women, talked to them, danced, and then tried to make dates.  Or, to be more honest... they tried to put the make on them.   

Will and I parted at the entrance.  I went to the bar, feeling uncertain, in strange waters, a bit like a lamb being lead to the slaughter.  After all, I had seriously dated only one man in my life, Will... and I married him.  This was very new stuff to me.    

Early on, a couple of guys talked to me.  One danced with me a few times.  I saw Will watching, and that made me both a little more comfortable, and more flirtatious.  Once I saw him dancing with a nice looking woman.   

A couple of hours went by.  Then Will... approaching as though he were a stranger... asked me to dance.  As we danced, we used that time to talk about what we had each done that evening... and we used the end of the dance as an excuse to leave together, not that anyone was keeping score, or watching.   

We talked more in detail on the way home.  "I saw that guy dancing with you.  Did he try anything?"   

"No," I told him, "It was just a dance.  He was a proper gentleman.  You know, up until tonight everyone who danced with me knew us as a couple.  These guys didn't know that.  They thought I was available.  That was an odd feeling.  What about that girl you danced with?"   

"She came over and asked me to dance," Will told me.   

"Did you enjoy it?"   

"Honey, things have changed since we were single.  She liked to dance really close, and  when I held her, I was sure she wasn't wearing a bra... and I didn't feel any panty seam either."   

"Hey, tell me more, oh husband with the wondering hands."   

"Well, I could feel the heat from her groin through my pants.  It actually gave me a hard-on... and she knew it.  But she didn't back away, either.  She seemed to like to grind her pelvis against me."   

We got home, and got into bed.  I wasn't happy.  "Will, I'm upset.  The deal was you were supposed to be watching me... not flirting with another woman or grinding your cock into her!  I feel insecure... and I don't think I like this game."    

Will was very apologetic.  "Watching you was the deal.  And to be honest about it, for me, that was the best part.  The other was sort of a fringe benefit.  I'd rather watch, anyhow.  If we ever go there again, I promise to just watch, OK?"  

"Well, just so long as you kept that thing" - I grabbed at his cock - "in your pants until you get home."   

He then used 'that thing' the way I wanted him to.  When I asked him while we made love, he promised that he wasn't thinking about the woman he danced with... but was thinking about me.  Later I learned - you will, too - it wasn't only about me!  

The next Wednesday evening Will asked - begged - me to go out and "play" again on Friday... and I agreed.  I confess to daydreaming about some pick-up scenarios... wondering how I'd react, and what might happen.  What started off as an almost unthinkable outcome (would I really let someone kiss me, thinking I was single?), by Friday seemed OK... and even fun.  

Thursday night, I told Will a little about my daydreaming - flirting, being kissed - and was rewarded with some pretty turned-on sex.  Will, on the other hand, didn't say much about his own ideas.  He just encouraged me with mine.  He did insist that, "If you kiss, you gotta tell."   

Friday we had an early dinner so we could go out to play 'See who tries ('tries' was the operative word in my mind) to pick up Mary.'   

That evening I had selected a pretty silk dark print dress that buttoned all the way down the front, a matching half-slip, panty hose, and a pretty bra.  Will wore a casual outfit - camel hair jacket, chinos, and white open-collar shirt.   

"How do I look?" I had asked him.   

"Mary, you look great."   

He took me in his arms and kissed me.  I could tell he already had an erection... and I was pretty hot too.   

"Honey, can I make a suggestion?" he asked.   

"Sure."   

"You do look wonderful... but you look like you're going out with your husband."   

"Uh, I guess that's an old habit, but I do like this dress!"   

"Yeah, but...  Look, try something for me, OK?"   

"Try what?"   

"Try it without your bra."   

"What???"   

"Go on."   

The idea did excite me.  Will must have been planning that suggestion all week.  Well, no one would know me there.  I went to the bathroom, and came out two minutes later.  I'm not very busty, so it wasn't uncomfortable.   

"Any better?"   

He held me again.  "Much nicer," he said, "how does it feel to you?"   

"Well, my breasts keep moving against the dress... like they do when I'm wearing a negligee... so it stimulates my nipples.  They seem to be standing up now.  And, I like the feeling of being kind of... almost... naked.  I also like the feel of your hands on my back.  It feels very sexy.  I admit it... I do like it."   

He held me at arm's length, and sure enough, my nipples were poking against the dress.   

"I think that looks wonderful!" he said.  

"The bra removal was a good idea, but I am glad it's pretty dark in the bar.  Do you have any more ideas... or can we go?  If we don't go soon, I'm just going to grab you by the cock and take you to bed," I told him.  Actually, that seemed like a good idea... and a lot safer than the potential alternative.   

"Maybe one more idea."   

"Will, you have an evil gleam in your eye.  Now what?"   

"Remember the woman I danced with?"   

"Yes."   

"She was very sexy."   

"What made her so sexy?"   

"Well, when I held her like this when we were dancing," he demonstrated, "and I moved my hand like this," and he moved it low on my back, "I just felt softness, and not the kind of hard feeling that an ass has when it is wrapped in panty hose."   

"You mean you want me to go bare-assed under this dress?"   

"Honey, your legs are tanned and smooth, and great looking.  You don't need panty hose.  It'll get an erection from me every time someone is near you, and I guarantee a reaction from anyone who slow dances with you.  Yeah... go bare-assed.  Are you willing?"   

"You didn't just get this idea, did you?"   

"No."   

I thought about it for a moment.  He wants me to be sexy!  I was so hot, so aroused, and I wanted to please Will, too.  So I just sat on the sofa, kicked off my shoes, stood, peeled off the hose, put on my shoes, and moved into his arms.   

"Try that."   

He did, and his erection told me just how much he approved.   

"Maybe you should come to bed with me now," he said.   

I thought about that.  It was safe, it would be fun.  But now I was excited too... and feeling wicked and daring.  So, I took his hand and pulled him to the door.  I was only partly teasing when I said, "Not a chance.  Now that I am dressed to meet your approval, we are going out!  I want some other men to see me, and maybe hold me, and dance with me while I'm dressed like this.  Maybe I'll get someone as excited as you are."   

I thought Will would insist on staying home, but instead he agreed.  "Yeah, let's go," he said, "I'd really like to see that too."  I was learning something new about my husband!   

I pulled on a jacket, because I did feel very exposed... dressed as I was... and off we went.  We caught the after work crowd.  The lounge was dark, so it was OK - just barely OK - when Will insisted I check my coat.  I did.  Then I took a deep breath and went on into the lounge.  

I danced with 5 different guys.  I liked looking at their faces when we danced... especially when they discovered no bra strap across my back... and then, how each one found a reason, while we were dancing, to let their hands drift across my waist, and feel the slip waist band, but no lower seams, only my soft flesh.  What a feeling of power and control that was. 

After a while I rejected most invitations, except from one nice guy.  I knew he was aroused - that was clear - and he sure thought I was.  He did enough exploring to have figured out just what I was and wasn't wearing.  Not that he was grabby, but there were casual brushes, and touches.  He wasn't bashful about holding me tightly while we danced, and when our bodies touched, he made sure his arousal was obvious. 

As we danced, I remembered what Will had told me about the woman he danced with the previous week.  So, during slow dances I managed to miss his lead a few times, and that caused - surprise - a little accidental pelvis bumping.  It felt very strange, feeling his hard cock through the fabric of his pants and my dress.  I thought, after an hour or so, he had read by touch every label on every garment I was wearing - all two of them.  

He wasn't being grabby, either - no hand on my leg (by then I was sitting at a small table with him) or ass grabbing, but casual touches.  He didn't even try to kiss me.  Actually, that was a bit of a disappointment.  I guess I wanted my daydreams to be fulfilled.  He did make some interesting suggestions, though.   

Will spent his time at the bar, watching.  He wasn't being subtle, but the room was crowded enough so I don't think anyone noticed.  I did notice that he talked to a woman a couple of times, but he never danced with her.  He was keeping his part of the deal.  

After a while, I figured I had done enough flirting, and Will should have had enough as a fledgling voyeur.  I was horny, and wanted to get into bed with my husband.  I got my coat, walked out, and got into our car.  A few minutes later Will got in on the driver's side.   

"Wow Honey, you looked great.  You had that guy so turned-on, I think he had to go to the men's room to masturbate.  It was wonderful.  I'm surprised he didn't ask you out.  I can't wait to get you home."  He started the engine.  I turned to face him and said, "He didn't ask me for a date, but he did ask me to get some air with him... in his car."   

Will put the car back in Park.  "He did?  Did you want to go?  Do you want to go back in to him?"   

"He said he was going to leave just after I did, so I can't go back to him.  I didn't know if I should go with him... or even if I wanted to... without talking to you about it first. I didn't know how you'd take it.  Maybe I should have gone.  I told him I didn't know him well enough to get in his car with him, so he asked what about my car?  That way, he said, I'd be in control."   

"Stop, you're going to make me come without even touching me!  It sounds like he's a smooth operator.  But this is a small car."  We had driven our bench seat 'old fogie Olds.'  "Not much could happen here," Will added, "maybe some kissing and making out, that's all... and that would would have been all right."   

"Are you crazy?  There's a lot of room in this car!" I told him, with a smile on my face.   

"Not enough."   

I thought Will was wrong about that.  "Let me show you," I told him tauntingly.   

I lifted up the center armrest, and had Will recline his seat a bit.  Then I had him tilt the steering wheel up.   

"This could have happened," I said.   

I pulled him across the seat, and kissed him... tongue all over the place. 
 
I said, "I think he'd want to do that.  I quess I would want him to!  I hoped somebody would kiss me like that tonight.  He'd know that would be the only reason for me bringing him here.   What do you think about that?"   

"That would be all right with me too," Will calmly told me.   

"Oh, it would?  What about this?"   

I turned my back to him, got my feet on the seat near the door, knees up, and leaned backwards, into his arms.   

It was a very comfortable position for me.  I had an arm around Will's neck.  He had his left hand on the steering wheel, so it was holding me up, and his right was around my waist.   

"Oh... there's more room here than I thought," he admitted.   

"Would you want your wife to be in someone else's arms, like this?"   

"Yeah... to be honest, I dream about that!  I'd love it."   

"I'm going to pretend you're him.  This would probably happen too."  I pulled him toward me, lifted up to meet him, and we kissed again.  We were acting more like teenagers than a thirty-something married couple.    

I asked my husband, "Should your wife do that, too?"   

He whispered, "Yes.  I'd like that, I'd want you to do that."    

By that point, I knew he was getting really excited.  So was I.   

"I'd probably want to do this, too," I said, and I took the hand he had on my waist, brought it to my lips, kissed it, brought a finger into my mouth, and kissed and sucked on it a bit, too.  That always got to Will.   

Will said... "Oh yeah, that would drive him crazy."   

"You may think I'm awful, honey... but if I did those other things, then I'd likely do this."  I took his hand and moved it from my mouth, along my cheek, and neck, to my breast.   

Will could feel my nipple standing up.   

"The only reason for not wearing a bra is so he could touch me like that, isn't that right" I said.   

"Ahhhh, yes, it would be fine to make him do that, too!" he told me.   

I was really letting my imagination run wild, feeling sexy, and pretending Will was someone else.  After a few more minutes I said, "I'd have to tell him I liked that.  Maybe, if he was nice...."   

"Oh, he'd be nice," Will interrupted as I took his hand from my left breast, and moved it to the neckline of my dress.  Will was looking down at me.   

As our eyes commected I guided his hand to the buttons, opening the first couple for him.    

"... I might even ask him to help with these," I whispered.   

"You'd do that?" he inquired.  

"I'd want you to do that... but I thought you'd get mad."   

After a moment of thought, I said, "He wouldn't be able to touch me if I was all buttoned up, would he?"

Will never had trouble with my dresses, but he fumbled at that point.  Finally, when it was opened far enough - almost to my waist - I said, "Honey, I think I would want him to touch my skin...."   I took his hand and slipped it under my dress.  "I think he'd want to... don't you think?"   

A minute passed.   

He was silent, eyes closed, but his hand moved over my breast.  I closed my eyes, imagining it was someone else.  That made it even more exciting for me.  I put my hand, outside the dress, over his, holding him to me.  "Well, would it be OK with you if I let him touch me like this?"   

"Yes... as a matter of fact I would WANT him to play with your tits," he whispered.   

He was cupping and fondling my breast.  My nipple was so tight... and I could feel myself getting wet.  Another couple of minutes passed.   

"If you were he, I'd tell you I was getting very excited.  Would it be all right with you if I said that?"   

I took the open front of the dress and pulled it to the side, fully exposing my breast, and looked down at his hand holding me, rolling and twisting my nipple between his fingers.   

"Yes, let him see your tits, too... and I would want you to let him know how hot he is making you," Will whispered.   

"Should I..." I said... as I pulled his hand away from my breast while pulling his head toward my chest.  Without finishing my sentence, I adjusted his head up until his mouth found my nipple.   

I held him that way - not that he wasn't willing - for a couple of minutes.   

"What do you think of your wife now?"   

"I think you're wonderful... and HE would think you were terrific!"   

"Do you really want me to let someone kiss my breasts, Will?"   

"Mmmm.  Maybe... if he was really nice...."  I took his hand and moved it down, across my lap, up my leg over my knee, and then down again until it was touching my skin on my calf, midway between my knee and ankle.   

"Do you think I should tell him that both me and my husband want him to touch me?"   

"Yes," he mumbled (well, his mouth was full).    

By that time Will's hand was stroking my leg, so I said, "Don't be shy, stranger."  I put my hand on his wrist, and started guiding up it toward my knee.  Will's hand went under my dress and slip, and then down along the inside of my thigh.   

"Would you want me to let another man do what you're doing now?" I asked him, as I opened my legs a little.  Without answering, he moved his hand up to my vagina.  I knew that he found it hot and wet... and available.  Will didn't waste a minute.  He got fingers into me while he was still sucking on my nipple.
  
"Will?"    

"Yes?"   

"Are you serious that you want me to let some other guy do this?"   

"Oh yes," he replied.   

"My dress is getting wrinkled," I told him.  I lifted up, pulled at my hem, folding it and my half-slip back to my waist.  Will's hand never stopped, but then, in the dim light of the parking lot, we could see my breasts, exposed, and my legs spread with Will's fingers moving in and out of me.   

Finally I said, "Are you saying you want somebody else to be touching me, with their fingers where yours are... and looking at me all exposed like this in the car?  Is that really all right with you?"   

He took his mouth off my breast just long enough to look right up into my eyes and smile as he said, "Absolutely!"  Then he resumed his ministrations at my breast.   

I thought that we were both enjoying the game a little too much.  I knew my husband, playing a guy who had picked me up, was as aroused as he could be.   

"Don't you think it's a little unfair, that I'm getting all of the pleasure?" I asked.   

"Oh, but I love doing this to you," he mumbled while still mouthing my nipple.   

"But I want to give you - no, I would want to give him - some pleasure, too, would that be OK?"   

"What would you do?" he asked.   

I lifted his head from my breast, lay my head in his lap, turned toward him a little - not enough to interfere with the wonderful things his fingers were doing to me, though.   

"I'd do this," I told him.   

I put my mouth on his shirt, above his belt, breathed through it, so my warm breath went through his shirt, to his skin.  I don't think it warmed him, though.  He seemed to shiver.   

"And maybe I'd do this."

I lowered my head until it was in his lap, but facing him.  I could feel the heat from his crotch.  I put my hands on his belt, got it open, got his pants and fly open, reached in, got my hand around his cock - what a surprise, he had an erection.   

"You'd want me to do this, wouldn't you?" I asked, as I stroked him and felt twitches, and quivers, as he tried to control himself.  "Well??" I asked.  

"Yes, I WOULD want you to do that," he said, with obvious sexual tension in his voice.   

"Will, his cock would be right in front of my mouth.  Shouldn't I do something about that?"   

"Oh yes!  You should take his cock in your mouth... like you do for me.  Suck it!!!"    

A tilt of my head, a little movement, and my lips were on Will's hard cock.   

I took a break after a minute.  "Is that what you'd want me to do, hun?"    

He pushed himself back deep into my mouth, and I heard him say, "Yes.  Do more!"  

About that time we both heard someone walk up to the car on our right, and we both looked out the passenger side window as a guy looked in.  "Lucky bastard", he said, as he saw Will's hand covering my crotch, an exposed breast, and Will's cock in my mouth.  He got in his car, and drove away.   

Will usually has a lot of endurance - he can hold his erection for a long time.  But as the other car was pulling out, I felt his cock pulse, and he came in my mouth.  That doesn't happen too often with us.   

Afterward, as we drove home, I said, "Will, you owe me a major orgasm."   

"You're going to get one!" he promised.  




His cock wasn't working any more that night, but his fingers and mouth were.  I got what I wanted.  We spent the next morning in bed... cuddling and talking.   

"That was some fun," Will said.   

"I liked last night," I replied.  "Did you?" I asked.   

"You bet."   

He asked, "Would you really do those things with someone else?"   

I told him I thought it was pretty exciting... just with him pretending to be a stranger.   

"Did you mind that guy seeing you going down on me?" he asked.   

"It made it even better."   

Will said, "The whole evening was a major turn-on for me.  I'd like you to do that, maybe even more... so long as you end up here with me later."   

"Will, the only 'more' left would be for someone else to fuck me," I reminded him.  I could feel myself getting excited again.  "Is that what you want?"   

He took my hand and put it on his cock.  It was getting hard again.   

"At this moment... yes."   

For the first time in years, we had intercourse every night that week.  Our sex was hot!   

Tuesday, in bed, before sex, Will gave me a gift.  I often wear a thin gold necklace with a single diamond pendent.  It's a favorite that Will gave me.  This was a much longer fine chain.  I doubled it and put it on my neck.  It had two tiny gold hearts, one at the end of each of the short ends that hung from the clasp.
 
"No, no... you wear that kind on your waist... right on your skin."   

"Oh."   

I got out of bed, took off my negligee, and he put the chain on.  It rode high on my waist on one side, low on my hip on the other, with the heart-studded ends hanging free a few inches down my hip.   

"Now, that IS sexy," he said... and he proved it.   

Afterwards - at least I thought it was afterwards - I told him how much I liked his gift, but that I thought it should be worn more as a belt on a simple dress.  "Mary, wear it right against your skin.  And, Mary honey, it will be OK if I'm not the only guy who sees you wearing it."  Our eyes connected, and we both laughed.   

That led to another sexy session.    

On Friday morning, at breakfast I asked, "Are you sure you want to go back to the hotel lounge tonight?"   

He answered with a question of his own... and a grin.  "Yeah, what about you?"   

"Will, this is a dangerous game, but I admit I like it too.  But, uh, what if....?"   

He looked me right in the eye.  "Anything you do is sure OK with me."  



I had a hard time working at the law office that day.  I got home early.  Will was home by 6:30.  I was ready to get dressed.  Will wanted to help, and the notion of having my husband help me get ready to go out and flirt - maybe more - made me even more excited.    

When I finished drying after my shower, Will knelt in front of me, looped the chain around my waist, pulled me close and nuzzled his face into my pubic mound.  "Everything else can come off, but (as he fingered the chain around my waist) only I get to take this off, OK?"   

"OK," I promised... not REALLY thinking such a thing would ever really happen.   

I don't wear much makeup.  He watched as I dabbed a bit on.    

"Honey, put a little perfume on your neck, too."  I did.   

"Maybe some between your breasts yoo, just in case?"   

"OK."   

"Thighs?"   

"Will, stop it!  I can accept the idea of having someone play with my breasts, but...."   

"OK."   

I selected my 'fooling around outfit' for the evening.  Silk blouse, long wrap-around skirt that showed leg when I walked, and fairly high-heeled shoes.  No bra, no slip, no panties.  If we were playing strip poker, I couldn't afford to lose too many hands.  I felt free, sexy, naked, hot.  "Will, if tonight starts off like last week did, you may have to wait a while if I go to the parking lot with someone.  Will that be OK?"   

My husband flashed a broad smile at me.  His eyes told the story - it sure would!  He confirmed it.  "Babe, I'd like that.  It would be fun for me, too.  But what about you?  It's your body."   

"I made promises to be faithful to you, Will.  I don't want to break those promises."   

"Honey," he said, "this is not cheating.  It's for OUR shared pleasure... and I don't care about other people's opinions.  This is between us."    

"OK.  I'm ready to go."   

"Good, but before we do...."   

He took me into his arms.  It started out as a romantic kiss, but then his hands were on my ass under my skirt.  "I love the way you look," he said.  "I can feel the chain, too, and I like that.  If things get pretty hot in the car with someone, at least you'll be wearing something!  I love you, and I love you even more for what we are sharing this way."  

We started toward the hotel.  Not a word was spoken as we drove along... not a word.  We were each lost in our own thoughts.  Soon we were at the hotel.  Will whispered, "I love you," as he dropped me off, then he went to park the car. 

I sat in the lobby, feeling excited, erotic, and maybe a little trashy.  Will walked in - I know he saw me.  He just walked by, and walked down the hall to the lounge without acknowledging me.  I waited, went to the lady's room, then with a deep breath, I entered the lounge.  That night, I was pretty sure, I'd be willing to be kissed passionately by a new guy... and I was scared and excited just thinking about it.
  



I had two cocktails for courage at the bar, politely rejecting a couple of invitations to dance.  Finally, I decided it was time.  Things started out pretty much like the week before.  Once again I danced with a couple of guys, but then almost exclusively with a tall man who called himself Tony.  He was a sweetheart of a guy.  Sexy, too. 

Tony wasn't grabby, but he sure knew what I wasn't wearing.  There were enough casual touches, hands along my back and so on, for him to know what I was (and wasn't) wearing.  I think he even figured out the chain, which rode high on my waist on one side, and on my hip on the other. 

The dance floor was pretty dark, but I could see Will at the bar, watching.  I'm pretty sure he saw Tony's hand move down my back and pass over my buttocks.  I knew Tony was aware that he was touching bare ass under my skirt. 

I could see Will watching, as I looked over Tony's shoulder toward him.  I thought I could turn up the heat for all three of us.  Besides, I was supposed to be sexy, and available.  When we were dancing close to the bar, I held Tony with my arm around his back, moved closer, and made it clear to him that I wanted to be kissed. 

His lips brushed mine, then my ear.  When we turned again I could see Will staring, with his mouth open.  Tony let me know he was a little aroused, too, as he held me against his increasingly hot and hard crotch.  I may have been married for nearly ten years, but it looked as if I was attractive enough to cause a real reaction!  Early on Tony apologized when he (I think accidentally) poked me with his hard cock as we were dancing.

"Opps... sorry about that," he said.  "That's all right," I told him with a slight laugh to my voice.  I even moved so that the poking continued a bit.  The dance floor was dark enough so I could discretely enjoy the contact.  He lead me close to our table at the end of the dance so he wouldn't be seen walking off the dance floor with that thing tenting his slacks.

About 10 PM, I excused myself and walked along the bar to the ladies room.  I nodded to Will as I passed him.  When I came out of the ladies room, Will was waiting. 

"You gave me the high sign.  Are you ready to go home now and get fucked?" he asked. 

"No," I replied, with an air of confidence.   

"Oh!  Does that guy want to go out to his car with you?"   

"Not this guy, honey," I told him.   

"What, then?  What's wrong with him?  I'm ready for something to happen."  

"There's nothing wrong with him.  He's staying here at the hotel, and asked me if I'd go to his room for a little more privacy."   

"What!"   

"Will, he wants me to go to his room with him.  That's not too hard to understand, is it? Maybe we should leave, go home, and I could show you what might have happened," I suggested.   

After a brief pause Will said, "That's not my first choice."    

"Mine, neither," I admitted.  "Maybe I should spend more time with him here... and play around some more."    

"I'm so damn horny," Will told me.   

"Or... you could wait down here for me, and I'd go to his room for a while.  And maybe - no, probably - end up with a sexy story to tell you."   

"Oh shit, I'm gonna come in my pants!!!"   

"It's your game, honey.  I could be happy either way, but...."   

"Would you actually go?"   

"Well, you said you wanted something to happen... and now we have the opportunity.  Of course, there'll be other opportunities, I guess." 
 
"I know...."  He paused, thinking.  Pretending was one thing, but we both knew this was real, for both of us.  Finally he told me what he wanted. "Mary, I'm going into the men's room.  I've gotta get some release from my hard-on, and I don't want to leave right now.  Then I'm going to have a few more drinks in the bar.  I figure I'm going to spend maybe another couple of hours here.  Your choice.  You can sit with me, or...."   

"Will, this was your idea.  But, husband, I promised my body is for your pleasure only.  If you want to share it... for YOUR pleasure... it's OK with me.  But, you have to say so - don't put it all on me!"   

"I don't know what you want me to say," he replied, "but the thought of you going with that guy... WOW, what a turn-on!"   

"Will, that guy wants me to go to his room.  That's because he wants privacy... and he's not just going to dance with me there.  Maybe it'll be like we acted out last weekend... maybe it'll be even more... and you know what that means.  Do you want me to go?"  

I took a step back from him and did a bit of a model's turn.  "Would you like someone else to play with my body tonight like you did in the parking lot last week... before we go home?"   

"Damn it... YES!" he blurted out.   

I kissed him.  "Good.  Me too," I acknowledged.  

Then I added, "Hey, think of this while you're waiting.  Those wifely lips you just kissed are probably going to be kissing someone else pretty soon.  Bye!"   

He took my arm and looked me right in the eye.  "Mary honey, whatever happens in his room, memorize everything, OK?  Make it a great time for him, and a great time for you, too.  Do everything you want, because I want that, too.  But, later you have to tell me everything."   

I said, "I don't have any experience at this with other men to know about great times, but I'll try.  And, you'll hear about everything we do," I promised... as I walked back, horny and ready... and fast enough so my husband wouldn't have time to change his mind.   



I sat with Tony again.  The music was nice, so we moved back to the floor.  He had his arms around me.  I rested my head on his shoulder, and felt him kissing my hair.   

"Have you thought some more about coming upstairs with me?"   

I knew he was going to ask again.  I held him close, felt heat and pressure from him.  Would I dare?  Would it be as good as in the games Will and I had played?  I wanted to know.  I whispered, "Yes.  After this dance, I'll go with you."  

I saw Will watching from the bar as I walked out - arm in arm - with Tony.  I could still feel his eyes on us as the elevator door closed behind us.  That was the last time I thought about Will for most of the next two hours.

When we got into his room, Tony kissed me deeply as he reached under my dress and cupped my pussy.  Moments later all my clothes were off (except the waist chain that Will had given me), and so were his.  We fell back on his bed.  I found myself grasping his still hard cock and fondling it.  It felt strange having a cock in my hand that was not Will's... but I enjoyed the naughtiness of it as I manually inspected it's texture and hardness.  Tony's kisses moved down to my stiff nipples, and he gently nipped at them as he cupped my smallish breasts.  As he did that, I was running my other hand through the dark hair on his head.

Soon we were in a 69 position and I got a chance to study his hard, veined cock up close.  Then I took it into my mouth... just like I had done with Will the week before in our parked car.  That made me momentarily think of Will down in the bar... but my mind returned to Tony as I felt his tongue flick across my clit and pubic mound.

It was not long before Tony had me on my back, legs in the air over his shoulders, and was ready to insert that hard cock of his into me.  I quickly thought how happy I was that I was on birth control.  Tony looked directly into my eyes... as if seeking permission... before he actually entered me.  The tip of his cock was resting on my pussy.  Hesitantly, I shook my head affirmatively... and he pressed forward.  

When Tony was all the way inside he bent forward and kissed me.  He just held himself inside me.  As I told Will later... I have to admit it... it felt strangely good feeling another man buried way up inside me.  I think my pussy was actually tingling and quivering!

Without getting into all the details (which I did later share with Will), Tony fucked me for a long time... first slowly... then building up until my body burst forth with orgasmic release... then slowing down again until I recovered.  Then he rolled me over, put me on my knees and entered me again from behind.  Again starting slowly, Tony built up until he was pumping into me deep, hard and fast.  I know I moaned a lot, and had to stifle some screams of pleasure as he continued to ply the depths of my body with his still-hard cock.

Eventually I felt him expand within me, begin to pump erratically, and I knew he was about to explode.  That knowledge... that thought that a new man was about to send his sperm into my body... and the sensations my pussy was receiving from his expanded girth, sent me over the top again.  I almost lost consciousness with the intensity of the orgasm that overtook me that time.  I was still in the middle of it when I felt Tony's hot juice flood my pussy.

Tony fell to my side and we cuddled for a while.  I reached down to feel the chain at my waist, reminded that the extraordinary pleasure I had just experienced was only because Will, my loving husband, had encouraged me to do so.  I gave Tony a quick kiss, leaned my upper body back away from him, and looked directly at him.

"Tony," I haltingly said to him, "I have to tell you something."

"Yes honey, what is it," he inquired.

"Tony, I am married!  As a matter of fact, my husband is downstairs right now, at the bar, waiting for me," I blurted out.  Tony looked a little surprised.

"Yes, I am here with his permission... but now I must get back to the man I love," I added.

As Tony watched from the bed, I managed to get my skirt, blouse, and shoes back on.  I leaned back over the bed and gave Tony a quick kiss before hurrying out the door.  As I waited at the elevator I realized that I had not even stopped long enough to clean Tony's cum off my pussy lips.  I could feel the extra wetness at the top of my legs as they rubbed together while walking into the elevator.  'Too late now,' I thought.



The elevator opened in the lobby, and I saw Will still sitting at the bar.  As soon as he saw we he threw some money on the bar to pay for his drinks and he rushed over to me.  Tenderly grabbing me by my arm he started moving me down the hallway... away from the parking lot.

Confused, I said, "Why are we going this way?"  We were just getting in front of one of the main floor guest rooms when Will informed me, "I knew we would never be able to hold out until we got home... so I got us a room."  He opened the door, we entered, he closed it behind us, and we fell into a passionate kiss.

When he broke the kiss he asked, "Did you... did he... I mean... did you have sex with him?"

Rather than immediately answering him, I undid my wrap-around skirt and let it fall to the floor.  Still standing in my high heels, with my skirt puddled at my feet, I spread my legs slightly and took one of Will's hands in mine.  As I continued... in silence... to look him in the eye... I guided his hand to my crotch.  His fingers flicked through the sticky stuff.

"You DID!" he exclaimed with a level of pride in his voice.  "I mean, HE DID YOU," he corrected himself.  "Was it good?  Did you suck him too?  Did he make you cum baby?" he started asking... one question running into the next.

By then I had one of my hands pressed against Will's crotch, and I knew he had a raging hard-on.  With a giggly sort of laugh I said, "Will honey, lets not talk yet.  I want YOU to fuck me... NOW!"

As I pulled the covers off the bed, Will quickly shed his clothes.  We were in bed and he was on top of me within seconds.  "Oh, honey, I have been so horny waiting for you these past two hours!" Will whispered in my ear.  "He didn't hurt you... did he?"  I smiled and assured him that I had not been hurt.  "Oh God," he went on, "I was just so concerned that the guy would treat your right... and that you would enjoy yourself."

I reached between us and found Will's hard cock.  I gently pulled it toward by crotch.  "Fuck me Will," I whispered, "I need you to be inside me NOW!"

He didn't require any further invitation.  He rolled on top and plunged right into me.  Will immediately started pumping me hard and fast.  Within minutes I was squirming in the troughs of pleasure... and then my dear husband let loose with a huge load of pent-up cum.  We collapsed in each other's arms.

When we had recovered a bit, Will made me tell him every detail of what I had done with Tony.  I told Will that the guy's name was Tony, and that he had been a considerate lover.  Then each detail of my time with Tony spilled out.  My report got us going again... cuddling, kissing, and Will was again soon inside me.  We were drained after that session, and we both soon fell asleep.



The next morning we showered and headed for the hotel's restaurant for breakfast.  As we sipped our coffee Will kept grinning at me.  "I can't believe I did what I did," I told him, returning his smile.  "I am soooo glad you did," he said, assuring to me.  "You are one hot wife!"

About that time I noticed that Will was looking over my shoulder toward the restaurant door.  "That's your Tony," Will whispered to me.  "Oh my gawd," I said.  "Is he coming this way?"

Without answering me, Will stood up and walked behind me.  I could not look.  But, I heard him say, "Aren't you Tony?"  Then I heard a brief mumble, "Y... Yes.  Do I know you?"
I couldn't believe my ears when I heard my husband's voice say, "We don't really know each other... yet... but, you know my wife.  Will you please join us for breakfast?"

I don't know if my face was red or not, but I looked up toward the two men, and suddenly Tony recognized me.  A stuttering "Good morning... Mary," came from Tony's lips, and Will nudged him toward the chair next to me, as I reached my hand up toward Tony and (with my best effort at a smile) said, "Good morning to you Tony!"

"Sit down Tony," Will urged, as he took his own chair on the other side of me.  "We're just having coffee," Will said, "Our breakfast hasn't arrived yet."  There was dead silence for a few moments.

"OK," said Will, with a broad smile on his face, "I know this is awkward... but it shouldn't be awkward.  I know what you did with my Mary last night... and frankly, I am VERY happy that you did!  I have secretly been wanting her to have that experience for a long time."  Again... a few moments of silence.

Finally, Tony said, "Well, just before leaving my room Mary did say that you knew she was with me.  She did say she had your permission... but that she had to get back to 'the man she loved.'  But... I didn't think I was going to run into you two this morning."

Will laughed... and I finally laughed a bit too.  That seemed to relax Tony, and he laughed a bit too.  "I must admit," said Tony, "Mary here is... is... well... a very sexy woman," he finally got out.

Our breakfasts finally arrived, and we made small talk while all three of us ate.  By the time breakfast was over, Will and I had gotten to know Tony pretty well.  The guys were getting along very well... surprisingly well, I thought.  

Tony admitted that he was married, and that his wife surely would not be as understanding as Will, if she were to learn about what he and I did together last night.  Then he went on to assure me that... regardless... our evening of secret pleasure had certainly been fun.  Tony had told us he had a late afternoon flight to catch, so still had all his luggage back in his room.  At that point it was just 9 AM, and Will knew we didn't have to check out until noon.

"We still haven't checked out either," Will offered.  "Tony, why don't you come back to our room so we can talk some more before you leave?"  At first I was a bit shocked.  What did Will have in mind?  As I was mulling it over I heard Tony say, "Sure, I have a few hours before I have to head to the airport."

I led the way as we all three walked back to the room Will had gotten for us.  Once inside, still standing, Will said, "Mary told me about all the things you two did last night... and it led to some fabulous sex before we fell asleep."  I sheepishly smiled at both guys.  

Will went on... "Now that we are all three here together... alone... you can kiss her again, Tony... if you would like."  Tony was hesitant at first.  I knew what Will had in mind.  He wanted to SEE me have sex with Tony.  I held that thought for a moment until Tony finally accepted Will's offer, reached out, drew me to himself, and gave me an extended, very passionate kiss.  I knew right then that I was going to let happen whatever happened.

As Tony and I kissed, Will drew the drapes closed.  He walked up behind me and kissed me on the back of my neck as Tony continued his tongue-probing kiss.  His hands began to roam my hips at the same time.  As I contemplated the situation, and remembered the prior night's great sex with both guys, my juices began to flow.

I felt Will's hands reach around and cup my braless tits.  Then I felt a hard spot in Will's pants as he pressed against my butt.  Will's hands were at my hip, undoing my wrap-around skirt.  I was still kissing Tony as I felt it drop to the floor between the guys.

As Tony finally broke the kiss, he stepped back, and Will used the extra space to reach around and undo the buttons of my blouse.  He pulled it back, and I felt Tony's eyes survey my nude body in the half-light of morning.  I blushed a bit, realizing I was standing nude between my husband and the man I had had sex with the night before.

"Hey..." I said firmly, "That's not fair.  I'm the only one here who is nude!"  Both guys laughed and immediately undid their belts.  They were stripped in a flash, and had me between them on our rumpled bed where Will and I had made passionate love the night before.

We were still giggling and making light banter when I realized that I had reached down on either side of me and had wrapped a hand around each of their cocks.  Both were hard already!

"Roll on your side facing Tony, hon," Will whispered in my ear... "I want you to kiss him as I snuggle up against your back and watch."  I knew that was what he wanted.  I did as he requested, and soon was again engaged in a passionate kiss with Tony.  Will was watching over my shoulder.  Then he reached down, lifted my leg, and slid his hard cock into my pussy from behind.  What a sensation... passionately kissing a man I barely knew, and holding his hard cock in my hand... while my husband's cock was buried in my pussy from behind.  The very idea of it set my head to spinning.

After Will had worked his cock into me, and pumped me a few times, Tony broke the kiss and asked, "Is your hubby doing what I think he is doing?"  "I sure am," came Will's voice over my shoulder, answering for me.  Then I felt Tony's hand slide down my belly to cup my pubic mound.  I shivered at the dual sensations as I buried my face into Tony's shoulder.

After a couple minutes of Will's stroking within me he pulled out.  "Roll back toward me hon... it's Tony's turn to get into that pussy of yours," Will whispered.  At that point, a bit reluctant to pull away from Tony's hand caressing my pussy... I did as Will requested.

Tony took the cue.  He pressed himself tightly against my backside and worked his cock up between my legs.  To my surprise, Will slid down the bed, putting his face just below my belly.  He announced, "I have always wanted to watch another guy's cock slide into my dear Mary's pussy."  'Ah ha,' I thought... the truth is out!  Will used his hands to lift my leg a bit, and I am sure he must have been nearly face-to-face (so to speak) with Tony's hard cock... poised at the opening of my vagina.

"Put that hard cock of yours up into Mary's velvet shaft," Will directed.  Tony didn't have to be invited twice.  I felt the head of his cock press insistently against my pussy opening.  Then I felt Will's fingers spreading my pussy lips so that the head of Tony's cock popped right into me.  I heard Will mumble, "Cool!  Really, really cool!  Now fill her full, Tony!"

I felt Tony's hips press tightly against mine... and his cock glide on into my body.  After he had given me a few full-depth thrusts, Will squirmed up in front of me, looked me right in the eyes, and said, "That was neat... watching Tony's cock get lost inside you."  He kissed me and started playing with my breasts as Tony continued to thrust inside me.

Tony got into a rhythm, and Will wrapped his arms around me, drawing the upper part of my body tight against his.  After a few moments of Will's intense hug, he released me just enough to plant a loving kiss on my lips... a kiss that soon turned passionate with lots of shared tongue action.  My body was quickly responding to the double sources of stimulation. During our kiss, I felt Will's hand slip down and cup my pubic mound as Troy has done.  He played with my clit as Tony continued to stroke leisurely in and out of my pussy.  I closed my eyes and just luxuriated in all the wonderful feelings coursing through my body.  All thoughts of my 'naughtiness' had evaporated.

"You know Tony," Will said over my shoulder, "I was hornier than hell knowing my wife was up there with you last night.  Then, when she came back and told me what the two of you had done, I got even hornier!  My nuts felt like they were in a vise.  Mary and I had extraordinarily hot sex as she told me about what the two of you did up there.  The only thing I felt I had missed was actually seeing another guy screw my Mary... and holding her as she was getting that new cock.  Now I am getting to enjoy that part of my Mary's new sex life too."

"This is truly a special sharing experience," replied Tony.

"You guys are bad... really bad," I chimed in, barely able to make a sentence, as enjoyable waves of sexual tension filled every part of my body.

"Not as bad as I still plan to be," my husband said.  He rested himself on one shoulder while talking again over my shoulder.  "Troy, pull our for a minute.  I want my Mary to lay on my chest while you move around and screw her really good from behind... so I can feel all the action while watching my baby's eyes reflect her enjoyment."

Troy did as requested, and withdrew his cock from my pussy.  I propped myself up and looked into Will's eyes, as if to ask 'Are you serious?'  Will responded by saying, "Come up here... spread your legs around mine, and lay on my belly with my cock against your belly as I study my beautiful wife's face."  Without saying anything, I did as he requested.

Tony got at the end of the bed, knelt on it (between Will's legs), and bent over me.  I felt him use his hands to massage my back a few strokes before one of his hands went to his own cock and aimed it at my pussy again.  I felt the head of his hard warmth slide into me again, pressing me against Will, making me fully aware of my husband's hardness sandwiched between us.

"That's it Tony... now give my baby all that you have got," Will directed.  Tony didn't hesitate.  He pushed himself into me... to the hilt.  I felt his balls resting against my ass.  Then he began a pumping action... slow at first... then increasing... balls banging against my inner thighs.

I looked across my husband's chest, into his eyes.  I saw him mouth, "I love you."  He reached one hand between us and cupped my nearest breast, gently squeezing it.  He ran his other hand through my hair and then over my back and side.  That's about all I remember until several minutes later.  The deep strokes of Tony's cock completely overtook my senses.  I know my body shook from Tony's thrusts, but it was also shaking from the wonderful sensations that were running around within me.

Will told me later that my eyes just seemed to flutter uncontrollably, and that I hissed through my teeth as Tony worked my body into a frenzy of feminine fulfillment.  Will tells me he kissed my forehead and then lifted my face so he could watch how Tony's fucking action was causing it to contort in pleasure.  I remember gurgling a "Yes, YES, Y E S," just before I heard Will say, "Fill every nook and cranny of her pussy with your hot nut juice Tony!"

Moments later Tony did.  It felt like a gusher had washed through my over-heated pussy.  When he was done, he fell on top of me, pressing me tight against my husband... then he rolled onto his back next to us.  As soon as Tony fell off me, Will had me roll onto my side, facing Tony.  Will immediately pressed his cock into my sopping pussy.  Clearly there was no effort involved.  He held himself deep inside me, and he whispered in my ear, "Your pussy feels outrageously slippery and hot.  Neck with Troy, and play with his wet cock, while I continue to swim between your velvet folds."  I did... and he did.

Having heard what Will said, Tony smiled at me, drew me to himself, and planted a series of kisses on my face, neck and forehead.  Then, as I reached for his soft cock, Tony got more serious about giving me some deep-tongue kisses.  Tony and I just seemed to rock in each other's arms as Will pumped me from behind... until he finally sprayed his load inside me too.

Will finally lay back on his back, and I returned to lying on my back between the two guys.  Again, I found my two hands reaching down and stroking two different cocks.  This time they were soft and wet.  As I momentarily stared at the ceiling, I thought, 'This is where we started.  I can't believe what we just did!'

I scrambled out of bed and told the guys I needed a shower.  When I came out, Will had some music on the radio, and said, "We're not done yet.  This is just a break so Tony and I can take a shower too.  Tony gets it first."  With that, Tony disappeared into the bathroom.

I just had a towel wrapped around me, and my dear husband was standing there nude... his cock hanging limply between his legs... and a big grin on his face.  "Wow baby!  Who would have ever thought we would have done what we have done in the last 15 hours?"  I fell into his arms and clung to him as he caressed me and swayed to the beat of the radio music.  "Do you still love me?" I asked plaintively as I looked up into his eyes.  "More than ever, babe... more than ever," he replied while hugging me tightly.

Tony came out after a quick shower.  Will took his turn in the shower.  Tony didn't bother wrapping a towel around himself.  He just came up to me, bent down, hugged me and said, "Thanks... thanks a million times for letting me share you with your husband."

Hearing that I slipped to the floor, dropping my towel in the process, and took his freshly bathed cock into my mouth.  I was still sucking him (as he ran his hands through my hair) when Will returned.

Soon we were all three on the bed again.  This time the guys took turns sucking and licking my pussy as I sucked the cock of the other one.  Mellow!  That's the only word I can think of to describe that next hour of shared cuddling, kissing and playing with each other.  Together, they gave me some more orgasms... gentler ones this time.  

Finally, before we had to get ready for check-out, both Tony and my Will took turns holding me in their arms as the other pounded some more intense orgasms out of me... and then again filled me with their male juices.

Three more quick showers, and we all dressed.  Will gave Tony our phone number, and Tony promised to call before his next business trip to our community.  We parted company out in the hall, before Tony returned to his room to recover his luggage.  Before parting, I gave Tony a more discrete kiss, and Will shook his hand.



We don't know if or when we will see Tony again... but he sure left us with some great memories.  We also do not know if we will renew our "pick-me-up" game at the bar.  Who knows.  In the meantime, Will and I have re-lived that night over and over many times... and enjoyed some great sex as a result.

Mary


PS - Some After Thoughts... 
	... particularly for the other gals who may have read my report above.

Prior to two months ago I never would have dreamed that I would do the things I did with my husband and Tony.  I guess I have entertained some fantasies about what sex would be like with another man, but I never entertained them very seriously, because I love my husband very much, and we have always had really enjoyabe sex together, just the two of us.

But, occasionally I looked at other guys and wondered....

When Will first suggested our little "pick me up" game, I never thought it would lead to what it did.  After his suggestion that I should "flirt" a little with other guys, the idea kind of turned me on (especially since it was his idea)... and I really didn't expect it would ever lead anywhere.  I felt sure that neither of us would ALLOW it to lead anywhere.  Well, as you can see... it did!  And believe me, I am not the least bit sorry about what developed.

Gawd how I enjoyed all the sexual stimulation I received from that little adventure.  I think one or the other of the two guys were screwing me and/or sucking some erogenous part of my body for a total of nearly seven hours during the 15 hours between the time I met Tony and the time he left us at noon the next day.  That was nearly two hours alone in bed with Tony, later more than two hours in the arms of my husband (with him repeatedly "fucking" me and showering me with kisses and caresses), and then nearly three hours in bed with both of them.  I confess... my pussy was a bit tender for the next couple of days.  But, that tenderness kept reminding me of all the wonderful sensations and intense orgasms the two guys had given me.    

The two sessions with Tony have provided Will and me lots of fodder for our own elevated levels of love-making.  We repeatedly talk about what we did that night (and morning).  Sometimes we giggle and laugh at ourselves.  We both feel we were a little naughty.  But... we like that feeling.  It is something very special that we share... secretly.  And, the whole affair left me feeling more attractive, sexier, and more feminine than I ever did before.

Will has been so tender and loving since that night... even more than usual.  We both repeatedly express our singular, undying love for each other.  Yes, we have talked about doing something like that again... and maybe we will.  If Tony comes back to town, I am SURE we will be doing it again.

Just thought I should add these thoughts.

One Very Happy Mary !
