The Pick Up Game We Played
A true story, with just the names changed.

From Barbara

As we danced, Ted held me close.  Then closer.  Tighter.  Until, too soon, the music stopped, and the dance ended. 

"Are you ready?"

I nodded.  We went back to our table.  He tossed some money on the table, and I picked up my purse.  This was the game my husband and I had planned for... for me to visit this particular dance lounge... alone... with him watching from afar.  I was to allow myself to be "picked up" by a man of my choosing.  My husband had encouraged me to let it go as far as I wanted it to go.  

He (my husband Tom) and I had even rehearsed my "single and available" ploy, and planned my attire for the night.  The planning had been fun.  Erotic.  Shared.  It was our intentional naughtiness.  Together.  Tom even gave me a gold chain to wear around my waist under my clothes.  It was his way of being present while I was nude in front of another man.

The previous weekend we had even necked in the parking lot of this very hotel as we pretended to be strangers.  At each stage of our planning the intensity of our lovemaking grew.  Particularly as we moved toward actually carrying out our plan.

I knew that all evening Tom had been watching as Ted approached me, danced with me, ran his hands over my body on the dance floor... and as I let him kiss me.  Tingles had gone up my spine as I accepted and enjoyed the kisses of this new (previously unknown) guy.  He had actually turned me on.  Big time!  

During our last dance (of several... between drinks), Ted had whispered in my ear that he would like to take me "someplace more private."  I had kissed him and said, "Yes... let's do it."

Ted extended his hand, and... I took it... sealing my agreement to go with him. 

When I left the lounge, with Ted's arm around my waist, and mine around his, I saw my Tom sitting in the hotel lobby, unobrusively watching us.    

Tom watched us walk across to the elevator. 

He watched as, holding hands, Ted and I waited at the elevator.

He watched as the elevator opened... and he watched me... his wife... get in with a guy who 'wanted some privacy' with me. 

I was almost expecting, almost hoping, that Tom would stop me.  But he let me go, with Ted, into the elevator. 



Ted turned to me as the doors were closing, and took me into his arms.

Our lips met, and over his shoulder I watched the doors close, with my last image of the lobby being of that of Tom... looking in, at me... in another man's arms, kissing, being kissed. 

Moments later the elevator stopped, the doors opened, ending the kiss.  Were we there already?
 
We had arrived at the sixth floor.  Ted walked me purposefully down the hall and stopped in front of room 635.  He paused and extended his arm to me.  I watched him as he opened the door.  He smiled, and stepped aside, letting me go in first.   

I hesitated, then stepped over the threshold.  Ted moved the "Do Not Disturb" sign to the door handle on the outside, and stepped in too.  I heard the door close, and the night lock engage.  That sounded final!   

He took my hand and led me past the door to the bathroom, and into the main room. 

I saw the king-sized bed.  What was I getting into?  Could I keep this under control?  Did I want to?    

He took me into his arms.  I went willingly, expecting that first serious private uninterrupted kiss.  Instead, he spoke.  "Barbara, you're wearing a wedding ring.  Are you married?"   

Opps.  I forgot about that.  Well... maybe I should try honesty.   

I returned his embrace, one arm around his back, the other to the back of his head, and  replied, "Yes".   

"Does your husband know you're out like this?"   

"Yes."   

"What's going on?  Is it an open marriage deal?"   

"No, it's just that a couple of weeks ago we both got excited about the idea of someone  picking me up.  So we wanted to try it for real.  And, here I am."   

"You're kidding!  Do you mean he's one of those guys where it's a turn-on for him to have you meet a guy and go up to his room?"   

"It's new to us, but we both liked the idea."   

"Wow!  Well, I'm not used to bringing married women to my room."   

"That makes us even.  I've never before been in a hotel room like this with a man I hardly know."   

"Well, this changes things.  What do you want to happen?"   

He still had his arms around me.  I snuggled closer, and decided to be bold.  "You wanted  privacy.  Me too.  I'd like to be seriously kissed by somebody other than my husband.  Will you kiss me?"   

He did, and I kissed him back.  It may be the twenty-first century, but that was the first sexy kiss I responded to from anyone but my husband since I was a teenager.   

It got hot quickly.  Both our mouths opened.  Tongues touched.  And I liked it!  Ted needed  a shave.  I felt myself getting what I used to call beard rash, and I didn't care.   

"I couldn't do that in the lounge," he said.  I responded, "Then I'm glad we came here.  That was very nice."  I couldn't believe I was saying and doing the things I was saying and doing.   

He lowered his hands to my buttocks and pulled me up toward him.  With just a skirt between his hands and my skin, his touch felt very sexy.  I didn't resist at all.  I just moved closer to him.  Still, it wasn't too much different from what he had done earlier on the dance floor down in the lounge.  I could feel his erection pressing against me.  My hands were around his back, but I figured two could play (actually three were playing since my husband was part of th is little game, so I lowered my hands to his ass, and pulled his hips against me, saying, "Two can play at that, Ted."  

"That's nice too," he said.   

His pelvis and his erect dick ground into me.  That's what had happened a couple of weeks earlier when Tom and I practiced for this night.  That's also what had happened (less obviously) while Ted and I were dancing earlier.  In this room, though, it felt very different.

He broke the embrace.   

I thought of my Tom down in the lobby with his imagination going wild, and reached for Ted again.    

"I'm glad your husband likes this idea," Ted whispered in my ear.   

"Actually, we both liked this idea," I replied with a bit more confidence than I really had.   

I put one hand around his neck and pulled Ted's face close for another kiss.  I liked kissing this guy, and wasn't sure how things were supposed to proceed.  But he did.  His  hands were on my ass again, working at pulling up my skirt.  He wasn't being very  successful at it.  I pulled away a little, freeing my skirt from between us.  That helped him.  He could lift it again.  I felt coolness on my legs as my skirt went up.  How strange it was to feel that.  Then there was the touch of his hands on my skin... cool, controlling, experienced.  At least one of us knew what to do.

"No panties. I like that!"  

"That was my husband's idea."   

"That makes it even better."  He cupped my butt cheeks with his two hands.    

No man but Tom had ever touched my ass like that before.  It was strange, erotic, and (I thought... hoped) a forecast of being sensually touched more, too.   

I had one hand on the back of his head, the other on his cheek, so I could touch his  mouth as he caressed me. I used that one to trace down to his neck, then between us to  his chest. Oh, what the hell, I let it drift across his crotch, too. I am not good at judging  things like this, but what my hand grazed  felt huge! What an odd sensation, feeling that heat, that hardness,  feeling his hands grabbing my ass, hands of someone I met only a couple of hours ago.  Being seductive and seduced like this was new, wicked, exciting, and fun, and knowing I could do this with the full support and encouragement of Tom made it even better.. 

I realized I had my eyes closed while his fingers were tracing up and down between my  buttocks, rubbing close to my anus.  I opened my eyes.  His were open, looking into my eyes.  Then looking behind me, and then into my eyes again.  I realized he was watching us embrace in the mirror, or looking at the reflection of his hand on my ass.  By then I could feel one of his hands was holding my skirt against my back while the other one fondled me, probing at me.  I didn't try to stop him.  Instead I stood a little taller, and kind of lifted one leg a bit over his, making it easier for him.   

"Are you looking at me in the mirror?"   

"Yes, do you have a problem with that?"   

"No.  I like feeling you respond to me.  And, I like you touching me too.  So far, I like what you're doing."   

He broke the embrace, dropping my skirt.  He pulled the cover and blankets from the bed.  Then he gently put his arm around me and pulled me to a kneeling position on the crisp white sheet.  As I looked into his eyes he pulled at my blouse.    

I thought, 'This was supposed to be sexy, sensual, not rushed!'

"Wait, don't pull like that," I said.    

Tom and I had agreed that breast play was in bounds.  I knelt, facing away from him.  I pulled at my blouse, pulling the front free of my skirt.  I was very aware of the feeling of its hem sliding up my belly. 

Ted knelt behind me and helped (such a gentleman) by pulling it free from the sides, then from the back of my skirt's waistband.  Somehow feeling him pulling my blouse free of the skirt was much better than the feeling when I did it.  Then, his hands moved to my hips, on my skirt, and moved upward to my bare skin, on my waist, under the blouse.  It was an electric touch. 

I looked up, and saw myself in the mirror, kneeling on the bed.  I saw a man behind me... a man I had not even know three hours earlier.  I saw movement under my blouse, and felt his hands moving up my sides, then around, and over my ribs, finally touching the underside of my breasts.  He paused.  He was looking in the mirror too.  As we both studied the image, his hands moved up under my blouse, supporting the underside of my breasts.  Finally,
at last, while we both looked at our reflections, his hands began to play with the most sensitive part of my breasts.  He was stroking my nipples.  The sensatons were good!

The man in the mirror leaned toward the woman's ear.  I  felt  a tongue create a thrilling sensation there.  I watched the reflection of his mouth slide down from ear to neck, and I felt a wetness, and kisses, on my neck.  I felt his mouth's progress impeded by the collar of my blouse, and saw the woman in the mirror reach up, release one button, then another and another, enough to expose the valley between her breasts... and then slide the partly open blouse toward her shoulder.  The mouth of the man in the mirror was now free to kiss her shoulder. 

I felt the little bites as he kissed, and nibbled.  I saw the man look up at the reflection of the woman in the mirror, and heard him ask, "I wonder what your husband would say about
this," as his hands fondled me, and his mouth excited me.  The vision in the mirror was as erotic as anything I could imagine.  

"He'd like you doing that," I told him.  

His mouth bit at my shoulder.  The pain was sharp, exciting.   

I continued: "He'd say 'good, don't stop'."  

The bite continued, then he lifted his head, exposing deep teeth marks on my shoulder.

He watched, we watched, as the hands of the woman in the mirror went to the buttons on her blouse.  In a moment the last button was opened.  The right hand of the woman in the mirror took the left lapel, and pushed it to her shoulder. 

I felt the cloth drag over my nipple, as his hand cupped my breast.  The man, still kissing the bruised other shoulder, watched as her breast... my breast... supported by his hand, was uncovered.  Then the woman took the other side of the blouse, already on her shoulder, and started lowering it down her arm.  The man in the mirror released her breasts, so he could help her pull her arms from the blouse sleeves.  I felt the blouse slide down my arms, and I felt his eyes on me.  Her breasts... my breasts... were ruddy-colored from his hands, from my excitement.  The aurora were smaller than I ever remember them as an adult, and the nipples more extended.   

I wanted him to look at me like a sexy woman, not like the tenured track professor that I am.  Tom did say to make it sexy.    

This was much more exciting than the pretending I had done with my Tom a week ago in the parking lot.  It was so erotic, as the mirror showed Ted's hands again moving, until each nipple was trapped between a thumb and forefinger, being twisted, kneaded.  I felt the pinches, the mild pain.  I loved it!   

I looked down at his hands, holding me... and mine, holding his hands to me... and looked up again, enjoying the image in the mirror: a woman, topless, a man behind her, kissing her neck, his hands on her breasts.  How sexy!  I sat up straighter, shoulders back, arms behind me, as the woman in the mirror... that was me!... thrust her breasts into the man's hands!   

Those breasts had been only Tom's for all of these years.  Well, until now.  Tom wanted me to share them.  And I liked seeing them being held by this guy (a stranger), and the erotic and mild pain of his twists and pinches, too. 

After a moment, I leaned back into his arms.  I moved even further back, until I was prone on the bed, with him kneeling beside me.  In a way, I was a sacrifice, an offering, to him, on this altar-like bed.    

"Do I look all right to you?  I hope so," I whispered to him.  

He stared down at me.  I wondered, 'Was I sexy enough, erotic enough?'

He looked at my breasts... seemed to be studying them.   

He leaned forward, over me.  He put both hands on one breast, in a pushing, spreading motion, flattening it, putting tension on my nipple.  He opened his mouth as wide as he could, and brought it to my breast, sucking in as much as he could... hard... and his tongue teased my nipple.

More beard burn!  What a wonderful, exciting feeling.  Tom never did it that way.  I resolved to teach him.  I realized I had one hand under my breast, lifting it to his mouth, the other on the back of his head, holding him to me.  How erotic.  How wicked!  

I remembered how exciting it was in the car last week. How Tom thought... no, how we thought... I should be provocative, sexy.  And now, how much I wanted to be!  

I pushed Ted away, reached for the buttons on his shirt, and said, "Your turn."   

He sat up, kicked off his shoes, and pulled off his socks.  He stood beside the bed,
pulled off his tie, shirt, and his undershirt, too.   

I watched, and said, truthfully, "Nice body."   

Belt open, pants off... he stepped out of them.   

He was wearing boxer shorts that were having a hard time hiding his erection.  I had not seen anything like that, except my husband's. 

This was why I was here!  

He seemed to hesitate.  "I'm not sure about this, with you being married and all."   

I couldn't let him think like that, it would ruin everything!

I sat up on the edge of the bed, then stood in front of him, and took him into my arms, feeling my breasts flatten against his chest. 

This was a more serious kiss.  Part way through it, I let my hands drift to his hips, to the elastic on his shorts.

I let one hand drift toward his groin.  His kiss became more intense as I allowed my fingers to touch the waistband, and to slip between it and his skin... and move more, to the start of his mat of pubic hair.  I could feel a gasp, maybe his, maybe mine, as my fingers moved down, over that hair, until they found the shaft of his penis.  I traced out, and down, until I could cup its head.   

"That feels so nice," I told him.  "I'm glad I'm able to excite you like that.  Ted, don't let the fact that I'm married interfere... OK?  That's between me and my husband."

"I won't."

I wanted to see!

My hands went to his hips, and I sat down, holding him in position, in front of me.

I pushed at the elastic waistband on his hips, and saw some dark pubic hair exposed.  Then I saw his veined shaft, thicker than I expected.  The waistband of his shorts were well down on his thighs as it slipped along the shaft of his cock, until, at last, it passed the head of his cock.  It sprang up, free, and his shorts fell away.  I loved knowing I could have such an effect on this man.  I delighted in seeing this new cock throbbing in front of my face.  It was fascinating.  I wanted to remember every detail.   

"That looks wonderful," I said, watching as he stepped out of his shorts.  He, no, it, stood, excited, proud, erect, pulsing with every heartbeat, in front of me.

I leaned forward, toward his cock, hands now on his bare ass.  I closed my eyes, remembering.  "My husband and I wondered what would happen.  This was my husband's idea too," and I drew him... it... closer.
  

I took his penis in my hand.  It was so warm, so alive, looking so urgent... the only cock other than Tom's I'd ever touched.  Tom always liked me to play with his cock.  Would Ted?  Would I like it?

Ted stood still, looking down as I held it, looking at its end, partially covered with foreskin.  I had not seen that before.

I grasped his shaft, and pushed a little.  The foreskin pulled back, revealing the head I expected to see.  It was purple with passion, its eye promising to erupt.  A small pull, and his foreskin covered it again, sheathing it.  I pushed again, loving to see that throbbing purple end move out, exposing itself, like some dark force, from its protective cover.  Ted's hands were by then on the sides of my head.  He pulled me to him, gently, hinting, not forcing.

I turned my head just a little, and felt the heat of that cock along my cheek, and the brush of his hair on my lips.  I turned my head just a little, and experimented with a gentle kiss on that anything-but-gentle-looking shaft.  How could it feel so hot?  Ted's moan meant he liked the kiss! 

He smelled a little of talcum... of masculinity... and of sex, too.  My closed lips touched the side of that purple head.  Ted, looking down at me, moaned again.  His hips and cock were twitching. 

This was wonderful!

I looked up at him, looking down at me, and... being sure he was watching... I opened my lips just a little, kissing that wonderful head again.  I was rewarded by mini-trembles in Ted's torso, evidencing his increased excitement.  He moved one hand from the side of my head across my cheek, to my mouth.  Tom liked me to suck on his fingers.  Is that what Ted wanted, too?

I opened my mouth, accepting his fingers, and made sure he could feel my tongue on them.  He wanted more than that, and moved so that the head of his cock was in front of my mouth.  His hand moved from my mouth to under my chin, and he lifted and turned my head.  I knew what he wanted.  I felt the end of his penis graze my lips.  I opened my mouth a little, and looking up, extended my tongue, touching him, touching that head.  

Ted moved a little closer, almost in a silent pleading way.  Remembering how much Tom liked me doing that in the car, I closed my eyes, felt the head on my lips.  Then I opened them a little, and felt movement, and tasted a saltiness.  My mouth opened more to accommodate him.

I had told Tom my lips would be doing something unwifely.  I wondered if a different cock would have a different taste.  It did.  Ted's hands went to my head, and he held me, while  his hips flexed.  His cock was moving gently in my mouth... fucking it!  So big, so hot, so exciting! 

My lips closed around it, as they did for my husband's, and my tongue explored it, touching the sides, the head, its eye.  My lips closed over it, sealing me to it, so I could lick and suck at it!  Ted was gentle, not forcing, as I held his shaft with one hand, and with the other, supported that huge sack hanging below it!  How could everything about this man feel so hot?

What would my friends say if they could see me now.  This very straight Barbara, Ph. D., sitting on a hotel bed, a stranger's cock in her mouth... and her loving it!    

But this was a preamble.  Foreplay.  I was worried that he'd lose control, and I didn't want that.  He was getting too excited.

I pulled away.  I got out off the bed, pushed him onto it, being totally sexy, free, wanton.  I stood pretty much between his knees then, lifted one foot, and the skirt did what it was supposed to.  It fell away from my leg, as I slipped one shoe off.  Changing legs, I got the other one off, too.   

By then he was stoking himself.  I moved closer.  He pulled me between his legs.  My  breasts were about mouth high, and he started working on them again.  One went into his mouth, the other was getting twisted and teased, hard, with his one hand, and his other hand was stroking his cock.   

I had a brief reluctance.  What was I doing here?  But I held his head to my nipple.  Tom, I decided, didn't pay enough attention to my breasts, but Ted was.  His teeth on one, fingers twisting the other.  It was almost painful... but wonderful too.    

I leaned my lips toward his lips.  His hand began working its way up the inside of my leg.   Maybe he'd show me other things to teach Tom.   

It was nearly time... time to "go to completion."  Time to turn the game my husband wanted me to play into reality.  Could I do it?  Could I actually have intercourse with this strange man?  Could I accept that cock into my vagina after having accepted it in my mouth?  I think I wanted to!

I released his head and moved his hands away.  I found the clip on my skirt, and using both hands, overcame their quivering, and got it unhooked, and held it closed, in position.   

I took about a half step back.   

Ted looked at me with lust in his eyes, mouth open.   

I felt a moment of hesitation, remembered the play-acting Tom and I had done in the car, and I remembered what my husband said he wanted me to do.  I hoped he still wanted it.   

I let go one side of the skirt, and felt it unwrap around my body.  It felt as sensual as anything I had ever done.   

At that point I was standing in front of Ted, with my skirt held up by one hand so the material flowed down in front of me.  I looked down at my bare breasts, exposed hips, the thin chain around them... and a draped skirt hiding my pubic mound... as this stranger was holding his erection with both hands.   

"Breath-taking" he said.    

"This is more exciting than I hoped," I said.  "I love it!"  I hadn't been that horny in years!  I loved having him look at me, his mouth open, his hand holding his cock.

"Ted, you must have seen women undressed before."

"Yes, but not quite like this.  You're a wonderfully erotic woman.  Please, will you turn around?"   

Still holding my skirt up, I did the same modeling turn I had showed my husband hours earlier.  Except, Tom saw me clothed.  I wished I had put perfume on my thighs, like Tom had wanted me to.  Ted looked at every inch of me: my hip, my ass, my other hip, and my breasts, again.  Now someone other than Tom was seeing me almost totally exposed.  I don't think a man can understand the feeling!  As I turned, the mirror came into view, showing a woman, holding a garment against her, a man, nude, looking at her, their immediate future obvious.  

"Come closer," Ted directed.   

I did, watching as he reached for me.  I loved playing the sexy woman with this man... for me, and for my husband.  One part of my mind imagined how Tom would react when I told him about this.  Tom, downstairs, waiting, while I was here, standing in front of a naked man, holding my skirt in front of me, a last barrier.  I knew I should open my hand, and drop
it, but I hesitated. 

Ted helped.  He put one hand behind my knee and lifted it.  I put my free hand on his shoulder... both for balance, and because I was feeling weak-kneed.  He guided my leg so that I had one foot on the bed, next to his hip.  The skirt was still hung over my pelvis, between my legs, very close to his face.

He took the wrist of my hand that was holding the skirt.  It was almost at my cleavage.   

He started lowering it.  I didn't resist.  I was just enjoying the moment, and the sensation of the material as it moved against my body.  I watched as his hand moved mine lower, and enjoyed the touch of his fingers as they followed the material.   

I watched as it moved over the chain Tom had given me so that I'd remember that this special event was for both of us.  Then my navel was exposed, and in a few seconds, the start of my own triangle of pubic hair. 

Tom wanted someone else to see my entire body.  It was now happening!  I felt Ted moving my hand, and I watched his face and eyes as they followed the progress of the skirt.  For just a moment I stiffened my hand, old values, old ideas of monogomous marriage crowded my mind.   But Ted, with a gentle pull, started the downward movement again... and those old ideas were replaced by the utter enjoyment of the experience. 

I looked down, seeing his hand on my wrist, my hand holding the skirt, as he pulled everything lower.  Another couple of inches, and then the fabric of the skirt, and my hand,
and his, moved out along the thigh of the leg I had on the bed.  I was fully exposed to this nude stranger... and I loved it.  With one leg on the bed, I felt totally opened.  My skirt was covering only one of my thighs.   

I knew at one level that when I came into this room I might... no, probably would... have  intercourse... fuck... with someone other than Tom for the first time.  That was the inevitable next step.

I knew all of that, and decided my skirt was kind of the last shield between me and him.  As it went away, I knew I was even more committed.  I thought of Tom downstairs, and our acting-out in the car... and I relaxed my grip.  The skirt, no longer protection, slid off my leg, and off the bed.
  
Ted was staring at my pelvis.  No one had ever done that, that way, before.  Was it obvious to him that I was already aroused, lubricated, ready?  

I couldn't help myself.  I pulled my hand free of his, and put that hand on his shoulder.  I stretched and arched my body, feeling myself moving my knee that was beside him away.  With my hands on his shoulders, and one foot on the bed, I couldn't be more exposed and available! 

I supported myself by holding his shoulders.  With my head thrown back, the curve of my body moved my pelvis closer to him.  My knee, even more away now, opened me even more.  I was exposing myself for his examination, his curiosity, his pleasure.

I closed my eyes, felt his fingers touch my vulva.  I was so wet and horny that his fingers met nothing but heat and moisture as he ran them along its lips.  A finger found its way inside me.  The analytical part of my mind logged it as a first penetration, but everything else was focused on the physical pleasure of the situation. 

My legs were quivering.  This was what Tom wanted to know about... wanted me to remember to tell him.  Now I discovered it was something I wanted to do... and memorize for him, too.  As Ted's finger moved up and in, I tilted my pelvis, and moved to easae its penetration.   

"You haven't done this ever before?" he asked.   

"Never, no, only with Tom... that's my husband"  It was more of a whimper than a series of words.  I wanted his touch to continue.   

"Well, then, in that case. . ."   

By then my eyes were closed, and I was enjoying every second.  I muttered something about my body bringing pleasure to my husband in a different way tonight.  I felt movement.  I felt Ted's mouth on my inner thigh.

He gently nibbled at it, an unexpected thrill.  But then, I felt his tongue tracing upward.

Was he really going to... and I arched even more as his tongue found my clit!  Then it darted in!  A penetration of the second kind!  So different a motion than my husband's.  I released his shoulder, and put my hands behind his head to support myself, pulling him to me.  He had both hands on my inner thighs, fingers meeting.  Then I felt a spreading, a feeling of being forced open wide.  His tongue and fingers were doing new and strange magic on me. 

I never had experienced an orgasm while standing up before.  I wonder if other women had as much trouble standing while it happens?  Waves of pleasure washed through my body.   

Ted paused while I shuttered, put both his hands around me, and held me to his face, supporting the arch my body made, my arms hanging freely behind me, as my knees quivered.    

"That was more than I ever expected it to be," I said after I had recovered.

He looked up, and took both my hands in his.  "There's more," he said.

He moved on the bed, and pulled me down beside him.  I saw my nakedness on the white sheet.  White, for purity in one culture, for faithfulness, in another.  But I was being faithful to my husband... faithful to his wishes! 

I rolled onto my side as I pulled him beside me.  I felt this warm body, different than my husband's, all along my body.  I guess putting my leg over his hip was automatic, but it put his cock against my pelvis!   

He was watching me as his hands stroked my back, my ass, and over my buttocks to my cunt.  I stretched and molded my body to his.  It was now his to use as he wanted.   

"I can't believe your husband wanted you to do this," he whispered.   

I closed my eyes, remembering.   

"We talked about this happening," I whispered, "and I told him that if we went through with our plan... maybe someone would be kissing and touching me.  He said that would be all right, and that I could do even more.  When I said the only 'more' would be that I might have complete sex with someone other than him, he said that was OK too."   

I opened my eyes, and saw Ted still looking at me.  I took my leg from over him, moved his hands from around me, and rolled onto my back.   

I looked at him beside me.  He was supporting himself, hand on his head, elbow on the bed, looking down at me.

I pulled him toward me.   

He moved closer, and then he was kneeling, straddling me, his knees outside of mine.  He leaned forward, put his hands near my shoulders, bent to kiss me, while his erect cock pushed at my pelvis.  He lifted himself, arched over me, his stiff cock gently pressing at the top of my crotch.  At that point I was a bit scared.  My legs were tight together.  He looked so big!   

His cock poked at my belly, then my pelvis again.    

"Barbara, open your eyes."  I did.   

"Are you having second thoughts?"  I nodded.   

"Do you want me to stop?"   

I moved one leg, pushing at his.  He shifted, lifting, so I could raise my knee, and I got that leg outside his.  He shifted again, so I could release the other one, too.   

When he straightened he was between my legs, my knees were up, near his hips.  His cock was touching my pubic hair, my cunt's lips were partly open because... well... I  was spread out for him.    

"No, don't stop," I whispered, to him, to me... and for Tom.   

He said, "Show me what you want... show me exactly what your husband wants you to do."   

What an exciting, perverted idea, I thought.  I reached for his cock.  There were a lot of firsts that night, and I was quite ready for the next one.   

I moved my knees up on ether side of his torso, and got my feet flat on the bed.   

I hoped Tom would enjoy hearing about this as much as I was enjoying doing it.   

I lifted and rotated my hips a little, got my knees as far apart as I could.  Ted moved so I  could lead the tip of his penis to the lips of my vagina.  Then he held his position.  I  moved his cock along my lips... back and forth a few times.  It felt so good, and so odd,  too.  "He would want me to do this," I said, as I felt and helped the head of Ted's cock find the moist opening between my pussy lips.  I used my other hand to spread myself a little wider.   

"Don't look at my face now.  Look there," he commanded as he motioned toward the mirror on the wall.  "I want you to see it sliding into you."    

We both watched, and I opened myself for this new, hungry, erect cock.  I raised my pelvis and felt the blunt pressure of his penis head against me.  I moved so that his cock's head was just parting my lips... my other lips.  I realized it had already parted the lips of my mouth. 

I closed my eyes for a moment, remembering my husband, and the games we had played.  I whispered to myself, "This is for you, too, Tom."  I held Ted's cock, lifted another fraction, felt myself being forced open, and simultaneously saw and felt half of its head... then all of it... start to enter me. 

"Watch what happens," he ordered.  I know my face flushed, my whole body did!  I sagged to the bed, with him matching my movement, his cock pressing against me.  I aligned my pelvis as best I could, and tilted it some more toward this new intruding penis. 

"Now!" he grunted, and I felt and saw the shaft of his cock slip right into me... opening me... the head probing, spreading me as Ted flexed his hips in one delicious, long, slow movement.  I felt myself flush red hot. 

The head of his penis pushed apart the walls of my cunt, moving easily through the
moisture there.  Yet, the friction was tight enough that my cunt lips were keeping that protective shroud of foreskin pealed away from his wonderful smooth purple bulb.  Ted's cock seemed to demand the maximum space within me.  His long, hot, veined rod, drove deeper within me than I could remember Tom ever reaching.  

Then pushing slowly, he rotated his hips.  He moved until his stiff pubic hair was pressed against my belly, and his cock was fully seated within me.  I could feel his pulse beating against the inner walls of my pussy.  It was rapture!  This new cock fit (I know, they all do), and I thought, "This is how adultery feels... when your husband approves."  I was fucking... really fucking, by then... a man I wasn't married to.  Oh, and God how good it felt!   

His pressure and weight forced my ass back on the bed.  I realized I had lifted my pelvis a lot to help get him into me.  I looked down along our bodies, seeing breasts, my nipples  erect and ruddy red, and his chest, and our torsos joined at the crotch with what looked like common hair, his and mine, together, touching.  And where the visual part ended, the sexual part began.  I  could feel little movements in me as he adjusted the position of his pelvis.  His cock would press more on one place, then on another.  As though it was searching for, memorizing, the right spots, so that in a few minutes it would know exactly where to erupt.  I was full of him, his heat, his size!  It felt absolutely heavenly!     

He began withdrawing, exposing what was now a glistening, wet shaft.  That was me, my moisture, wetting him, lubricating him!  I had done, was doing, what had been unthinkable only a couple of weeks ago!  

He withdrew slowly until it was almost out.  I  watched and felt his erection disappear into me again, spreading and stretching me with less effort that time.  It didn't take too long for me to get close to another orgasm, and I  was pretty sure from how hard he was pushing that he was close, too.   

"So", he muttered, "this is what your husband wanted you to do, isn't it?"  He continued to move in and out of me slowly.  I could feel wetness everywhere, cool under my ass, hot in my cunt, as he fucked me... no, as we fucked each other.  

"Yes, this... exactly" I agreed.

You can tell I had a good memory up until that point, but that is where it became clouded!

I do remember bringing my legs together again, under him, relaxing them as he pushed, then hard together, squeezing his cock as he pulled back.  I remember my wrists being held above my head by his strong hands, as his pelvis pushed against and into mine, as his cock  pushed, stretched, and filled me.  And as... in its own instinctive way... it found new places within me to give me pleasure.  I don't think I could have been a more enthusiastic
partner as he pounded into me.   

I do remember him at one point suspended above me, half inside of me, looking along our bodies, and saying, "I want to remember what this looks like and feels like forever."

I looked, too, and agreed: "Me, too."

In almost too short a time he whispered, "Barbara, I can't hold back much longer!"    

I felt him throbbing.  I felt a strong heart beat pounding in his cock, from him, in me.  I felt my own little muscle spasms grabbing at his cock as he started to pull away.  "NO," I  said, freeing my hands, grabbing his waist, holding his hips close.  I got one leg out from under him, then the other.  I wrapped them around his back, locked my ankles, and I pulled him closer.  I tipped my pelvis so that I was wider still, and almost hissed, "Come inside me.  Give me every drop!"   

I watched his face redden, and I felt myself flush and quiver.  I loved the way he pushed in, and loved the way his cock seemed to grow a little longer and fatter at the last minute,  reaching still deeper inside me... and getting still hotter. 

I looked down, saw him pull back a couple of inches, thrust in, again and again, and I could feel the twitches his cock was making as he ejaculated deep inside me, grunting, making "Uhhhh" noises with each spasm as he came, in time with my own noises.  I put a hand on either side of my cunt, spread it as much as I could, and pushed against his pelvis.  I captured his shaft between the thumb and  fingers of each hand, and began a milking motion, masturbating him instinctively, "every. . . drop. . ." 

And he delivered.  Each time he'd thrust, I heard myself moan, and I met him, with my knees far apart, sometimes legs bent, sometimes straight out and up, masturbating him with each stroke, very aware of feeling him push into me with each spurt, of that very-male look on his face.  I'm sure I could actually feel his semen pumping into me.  Tom wanted me to be
memorable for this guy.  I was trying.    

It seemed to take a long time for Ted to empty himself.  He was pushing, stroking, even when I felt... in all that heat and moisture... his penis finally get a little softer.  Get a little smaller.   

I DID IT!  I seduced a stranger.  I fucked him!

At last he stopped, paused above me, then rolled off, trailing a thread of his ejaculant and my lubrication across our pelvises.   

We lay there, both out of breath, both sweating, my hand stroking his cock, his fingers probing my vagina, heat radiating from our bodies, coolness from the puddle of my lubrication under me.  I could feel some of his cum cooling, too, as it leaked from me.  I could feel his cock softening in my hand.  What a sense of power I had, and of relief at having gone through this thing for Tom... and for me.   

"I loved it," I finally said... with an air of confidence.    

"Me too.  Thank your husband for me."   

A few minutes later, somewhat recovered, I said, "I gotta go now."  I kissed him.  After all, he was only the second man to have done that to me.    

"Before you go, can I have your name, your phone number, maybe at work?" Ted asked.

"Uh-uh.  This was a one time only thing.  It won't happen again.  Pleasant dreams."


I stopped for a minute in his bathroom, wiped away some of what he had put into me.  I  washed up quickly.  He had some talcum powder, and I used a bit of that on my pelvis.  I got into my blouse, skirt, shoes, and let myself out.  I took the "Do Not Disturb" sign as a  kind of trophy.   

As I emerged from the elevator, I found Tom waiting for me in the bar, looking very anxious.   

"Honey, you weren't gone very long... only 45 minutes.  I guess nothing happened."   

I didn't answer that.  "I'll tell you at home.  Let's go," I said.

When we got home, he wanted to sit and talk, but I insisted he come to bed.   

"Please talk to me" he said.   

"Get into bed," I told him.  He did.  I got out of my outfit.  I turned around at the foot of the bed.  "How do I look?"   

"You look great.  Are you going to talk to me?"   

"I promised to not to keep any secrets, but you're going to have to give me some time."   

I was scared of how he'd feel.   

I stood close.  "Take off the chain."  He did.   

"No one else did that tonight," I told him.   

"Good."   

I got into bed.   

He reached to kiss me, but I stopped him.  I lay on my back, and spread my legs.  "Get on me," I instructed him.  He did, and tried to get his penis aimed where he wanted it.   

"Not yet, please, honey."   

He was laying between my legs, and looking at me.  "What's going on?"   

"Honey, look at my face," I said.  He did.   

"What do you see?"   

"Barbara, it looks like your skin is roughed up a bit."   

"Now, why do I want you to shave before we make love?"   

"So that my beard doesn't scratch you," he replied.   

"So what do you know now that you didn't know before?"   

"Oh, I get it.  Someone else has been kissing you, hard."   

"That's right.  You are not the only man to kiss me tonight.  Is that all right?"   

He shuttered with excitement... totally turned-on.  So that much was still OK with him!   

"Sexy kisses?" he asked.  

"Very sexy kisses!"   

"I love it.  Tell me more."   

I put my hands on his shoulders, pushing my husband's head lower.

"He hurt you!  You're shoulder's all bruised!  Damn him!"

"No, no, that didn't hurt, it happened in the passion of the moment.  I'll tell you about that later.  I pushed him lower, to my breast.    

His mouth found it, began sucking the same breast that was sucked just a short time earlier by another man.   

"Look at me, Tom.  Is anything different?"   

He paused.  "This one looks a little bruised, and this one looks like it has some of the same whisker rash your mouth has."   

I could feel his hips making the little motions.  That meant he was very horny.  That was more evidence that I could tell him some more about my night.   

I said, "Tom, I hope its OK that you're not the only man to play with my breasts tonight."   

"I'm OK with it... really OK.  Now tell me more."   

"Open your mouth really wide, and suck at my whole tit," I instructed.  He did.   

He asked, "Is that what he did too???"  I nodded.  I thought he'd go crazy.   

"Oh, I like this.  Tell me more.  What else did he do?"   

I pushed him a little lower, then caught him with my legs when his head was about at my navel.  He was getting into it... and I was getting horny too.   

"I smell talcum.  Since when did you start using talcum powder, honey?"   

"I don't have any.  Could that mean some other man's talcum was where your face is now?"   

He was shaking with excitement.  Me too.  I liked doing this to him.   

I released the hold I had on him with my legs.  I had opened them for another man earlier in the evening.  I could feel how wet I was down there, and how excited I was.  I put my hands on his shoulders, and pushed him lower still, until I could feel his breath on my pelvis.   

I rotated my hips and opened myself.  I felt him put a hand on either side of my vagina, and felt him lower his face into it.  I held his head in place, while he explored every part of me.

"I smell something different here, too!"   

"Maybe.  You may even be able to taste something different, too.  Is that OK with you?"   

I thought one of us would have a premature climax at that point.   

"Tom?" I said.   

"MMMMmmm?"   

"I'm about to come!"   

I grabbed his hair, pushed his face into my crotch, and had an orgasm.  Again!  When I recovered, I pulled him up along my body.  I asked, "Are you mad at me?"   

"No, of course not babe," he replied.   

"Did you like going down on me just now?"   

"Yes".   

"Even if I fucked someone else just an hour ago?"  Hew just grinned back at me.  I kissed him, and reached down to find his hard cock, and guided it... not that it didn't know the way... into me.  I again spread myself as wide as I could.  This time it was my husband  pounding me as hard as he could.   

Finally he spoke.  "No, I'm not mad, I love it!  Your cunt feels all open and loose!  Tell me more!!"   

I wrapped my legs around him.  "Tom, don't be mad at me, but I held him like this, and I stroked his cock while it was in me, and I asked him to give me every drop he could... and he did.  Is that what you wanted to happen?"   

"Yes, yes, yes babe."   

"And I had two orgasms while he fucked me too."   

I was milking my husband like I had milked Ted, and I felt pretty much the same twitching, and little jerks.  And, I'm pretty sure I could feel him start to come into me too.   

"Honey, when I told him I was married and that you wanted me to get fucked, he got really hot.  He was in me really deep!"   

As you can imagine... hearing that, Tom exploded into me.  Just as he started to squirt inside me, I said, "And your cock is now swimming in a mixture of your own cum and someone else's."   

I thought he'd burst!  I thought he was weird for wanting to have other guys screw his wife, and that I was weird too, for letting it happen... and for enjoying it.   


That all happened about six weeks ago.  When either of us wants to re-live the experience, we put the "Do Not Disturb" sign (that I took from the hotel) on our bedroom door.  It gets put on the door a lot!

We've talked about it a lot.  And, we have acted it out, and enjoyed it every time.     

You might want to know if we think there'll be a next time.  We think so, but it won't be quite the same.   

We have decided that next time I'm going to do the seducing, and be the aggressor to select the man I want!  We've even practiced.  I dress up, always with the gold chain around me, usually in the silky, dark print front-buttoned dress I told you about earlier.  But no half slip, no panties, and no bra. 

We both like me to keep the top unbuttoned a couple of inches, and keep the bottom 
unbuttoned to about mid-thigh.  The dress reaches to mid-calf.  Then, when I cross my legs, there's a lot of exposure.  We both get turned-on by that.  We especially get turned-on because if I let the dress hike up a bit, a guy in the right position (like sitting next to me) could find out pretty easily by touch that I was nude underneath.  At least, when
Tom and I sit in a lounge like that he can get a couple of fingers very warm and moist while each of us is sipping a cocktail.  Fun play! 

We often go out, and I let other guys dance with me and try to pick me up.  Almost always the moment they hold me they get bold, because they can't feel a bra strap, or slip, or panty seam... and they figure I'm an easy pick up.  I love the casual way their hands seem to glide over my back.  They seem to figure out the chain I wear on my hips.  And, I enjoy watching how quickly they get an erection. 

Then, I pick up my husband and we head home.  By the time I get the dress unbuttoned and held closed only with a sash (then it's like a negligee with legs and cleavage showing every time I move), he can hardly control himself.   

We've been planning for our next "real adventure."  We're going to a Symposium in New Jersey next month.  That's one of Tom's out of town conventions where most of the attendees are straight-arrow technical-type guys.  One of them, we think, is going to get lucky... and maybe remember what happened the rest of his life.   

Oh, there's another thing that'll be different.   

When I told Tom what it was like to have Ted help take my blouse off, and to show  myself to Ted, he said he wished he could have seen that.  And, I realized it was  something I wanted him to see.   

When I told Tom what it was like to unhook my skirt, and have it unwrap until I was holding it up only in front of my pelvis, and how Ted took my hand and moved it until I was all exposed... well Tom said he wanted to see me do that too.     

And finally, when I told him what it was like to guide Ted's cock into my vulva, and then  to raise my hips while he stayed still and rigid, until his cock got inside for the first few inches... well, he wanted to see that, too.  I really like the idea of him watching as I  do that too.
  
As a result of our many conversations about my evening with Ted, we now want to fix it so Tom can see... and (hopefully) participate... as I take a new guy's cock into my body.  That means that during our New Jersey trip we will be trying to find a guy to join Tom and me for a threesome.  That will be another first for us.

We plan that I will select a guy that I find attractive, and seduce him.  Then, when I feel he is really hot for me, I will point out Tom and tell him that I would like to have him join my husband in making love to me.  If it doesn't totally freak him out, we will party.  If the guy does freak out, I will seduce someone else, until I find someone who will join us.

Until then, I'll practice by picking up my husband... and by giving him the same treatment we both want me to give to a nice stranger at the Symposium.  I think it will be great to have Tom neck with me while such a stranger nibbles on my breasts and clit.  And, I really look forward to having my Tom hold me as we both watch a new guy drive his hard cock into me, and fuck me hard.   
