                          Conventional Temptation

Usual disclaimer: This story involves sexual subject matter. If you
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problems which result from reading further.

Copyright by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2000. Please don't
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Conventional Temptation (all parts) - by Jeff Zephyr
(jeffzeph@hotmail.com) Copyright 2000, 2001.



Conventional Temptation, Part Three of Three - by Jeff Zephyr
(jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2000.

Codes: (MF, M-solo, F-solo, oral, exhib, cheat?, rom)

"Honey, I'm home! Baba Loo!"

I just have to say that, almost every time I get back from a trip. We
aren't quite Ricky and Lucy, but we are happy, and in love. At least,
I hoped that we were in love, and would stay that way, despite
temptations and troubles.

The kids jumped up, very happy to see Daddy. I was only away two full
days, not long at all if you think about it. But they sure seemed to
miss me, and I missed them too.

"What did you get me daddy? What did you get me?"

OK, maybe it wasn't just me. But I always got a lot of little toys,
clothes, magazines, etc., called "freebies" given away by other
vendors, and the kids appreciated them. I got each a real present of
some kind, a small toy, candy, as well. After the distraction of
looking at all of the junk, to pick out things they might actually
like, the came back to hug dad, and kiss. They then went back to
playing again, and Gwen and I were left alone.

The kids were not quite big enough to watch themselves, completely,
but our neighbor's daughter was there, and she could cover things to
give us a bit of time alone. We really appreciated that, as our
separations tended to make both of us very horny. There was more to
the situation tonight, but for now, Gwen didn't seem to worried.
Maybe, she hadn't checked the message I left?

"Come here, Al,." Gwen commanded, and she pulled me into a hot kiss as
I did so. We stay like this for quite some time, letting our tongues
rub together, her hands rubbing my body and mine hers. I usually take
this as a sign that she wants to have sex before talking. I started to
kiss my way down her neck, towards her breasts, when she said "Stop."

She pulled her pants off, showing me her nicely shaved pussy. Gwen
always trims it, but my last look at it saw a tuft of hair above the
slit, which is now gone. She pointed down to her slit, and said
"Continue from there." "Happy to oblige, ma'am." I say, chuckling. And
I proceed to do so, enjoying the feel and taste of the woman I love.
She was quite wet, and I suspected that she had done some "prep work"
on herself before I got home, perhaps when she shaved.

Gwen seemed to be enjoying my attentions. She loves slow licking, even
when some hard clit-sucking might get her off faster, because it just
feels so good. I kept taking my time, lapping at her pussy, sticking
my tongue inside, sucking the edges, and then, nibbling on her shaved
mound. I didn't feel any stubble, and I enjoyed the feeling of her
smooth skin under my tongue so much, I could hardly stand it. I was
already turned on from earlier today, and this had me so hard I could
feel my cock hurt as it pressed against my pants. I was really getting
into making Gwen feel good, when we heard a loud noise. Then a loud
voice, crying "Mommy, mommy!"

Our daughter came to our door, and told us that our son wouldn't leave
her alone. This wasn't an unusual occurrence for them to disagree, and
there is someone else for her to go to. Gwen says "Just play nice for
a little bit. I want to be alone with Dad for a while. Please?"

Well, that wasn't good enough. More complaints followed, a quick bang
on the door. Gwen went over to the door and opened it slightly, and
talked for a while. She looked so sexy to me, standing there behind
the door, no pants on, bare ass staring at me. I know that there is
nothing unusual in my daughter seeing her naked, and we didn't make a
habit of concealing that we slept naked, but knowing that our neighbor
might peek was somehow a turn-on.

Fortunately, no one asked me to say anything, because my distraction
would have shown. I don't think that Gwen would have minded, but it
might be a little bit embarrassing. When Gwen finally convinced the
kids to go and play nice, we resumed our entertainment.

I told her "Stand there against the door, just like that. Spread your
legs, and let me lick your ass."

"Oh, I love it when you suck up to me like that," she answered,
laughing. And though my original aim was a bit more forward, I did
indeed lick her ass, and make it wet, before turning her around and
kissing her again.

"God, I missed you," Gwen sighed, when we separated after our kiss.
"Please, I'd really appreciate some nice cunt snuggles right now, if
you don't mind, love."

And I did that, went down on her again, and spent a long time kneeling
in front of her, until she came. I was going to start talking about
the special events of my trip, but instead, I went over the usual
business, and started in on the room mix-up. She asked about how the
situation with Daphne had worked, and whether I was turned on by the
thought of sharing a room with her.

"She is very nice. And horny, she even offered to sleep in my room
even though we didn't need to share."

"And you didn't take her up on her offer?"

"No, tempting though it was. I just didn't think it would be just one
night with her, if you know what I mean." And I laughed, and felt
uneasy, because I would need to explain about the "just one night"
which I did have with Samantha.

The kids ran up to the door again, and yelled "Pizza's here! Pizza's
here!"

"Well, suppertime now. I ordered pizza, 'cause I didn't want to cook
tonight. Not food, if you know what I mean. Go on and pay for it, I'll
catch up in a moment."

I left Gwen there, bottomless, still making me very excited, and paid
for the pizza, got the kids and our neighbor girl set up for their
supper. Gwen came out, and we all shared a meal, talked over their
adventures of the weekend, told them of what I did, even though most
of it must be boring for a kid, though they always asked.

Despite trying to find another time to tell the story about Samantha,
we just don't get another time to be alone until the kids are asleep.
I did mention that something happened involving her, and that I really
need to talk to her about it, but I can't explain in front of the
kids, I said, and that left it a mystery for her to wonder about.

"Is this going to be a sexy story?" Gwen asks me. "I'm horny, so I
sure hope so." She started to get undressed for bed, naked as usual,
and I followed suit. Birthday suit, I thought to myself, and then
laughed, and had to explain where my thoughts went to cause that.

"Well, you could say that, it is a sexy story. But I'm not sure how to
tell you about it."

"Well, just start at the beginning. Wait a minute, could you lick my
cunt first, and warm me up?"

"I'd love to do that," I said, and I proceeded to do it. Laying down
made this much easier to do, and as usual, I didn't stick just with
her pussy, even though that was the best spot to turn her on, and good
for short notice. I wanted her to be very relaxed and happy, for what
I had to tell her about. Gwen got very turned on, and seemed close to
coming. I sped up my oral attention, flicking my tongue on her clit,
when she said "Stop. I'm ready for my story, Daddy."

"Errr, are you sure you want to stop?"

"Lay on your back, and I'll get into the perfect listening position."

I lay down, and she bent over my very hard cock, and licked it top to
bottom. She then sucked the entire thing in, swallowing it. But almost
as quickly, she released it, and then moved to straddle my waist with
hers, facing towards me. She grabbed my shaft, guided it into her, and
slid downward. The shock almost knocked me out, despite having fucked
like this often. There was something special about my wife fucking me
so hard, riding up and down, as preparation for my confession.

I felt that if I didn't speak now, I was going to either pass out with
pleasure, or fuck all night without talking. Either could have been
nice to do, but I really, really wanted to explain what had happened,
and how I felt about it. I started the story, telling how Samantha and
Daphne had flirted with me, and how Sammy had come into my room. I
told about her offer to masturbate with me, letting me see her. I
described the event in some detail, and Gwen tensed her vaginal
muscles against my cock as I did this. So far, I felt that Gwen would
accept my actions, that I had done nothing too bad. Telling her about
Samantha licking the come off my cock drew a sigh, and a pause in our
action, but I still went on with the story.

When I got to the part about my oral pleasure on her body, and my kiss
with her while we rubbed our bodies against each other, naked, made
Gwen react. She leaned forward, moving to kiss me as we fucked. We
stayed like this for some time, pumping against each other. She
stretched her legs out, imitating the situation I described with
Sammy, except that instead of simply touching our organs together
externally, Gwen and I were joined, my body moving into hers below, as
our tongues moved together.

I exploded. I had been horny all day, hard often, and had not taken
the time to get even a little release before this. Gwen didn't release
me as I got soft. She used her hand to scratch my balls, and used her
pussy to massage my cock, and I didn't even notice my hard-on go away,
if it ever did.

"Oh, that was intense. But don't stop your story yet, you have to tell
me everything!" ordered Gwen.

I was happy to obey. She hadn't stopped fucking me so far as I told
the story. And I thought to myself, if the situation were reversed,
and she was telling me about her similar activities, I wouldn't do it
either. I'd wait until we were done, and then, get upset, assuming
that it actually made me upset, or unhappy. I wasn't sure if it would.
I was sure I would find out if I had made Gwen unhappy, by my
indiscretion with Sammy. Or Samantha which way would be best to think
about her.

Of course, all this thinking meant I wasn't talking. Gwen said, "Well,
go on, tell me a story!"

I did, telling about sleeping in the bed with Sammy, about waking up
and thinking that I was with Gwen, and trying to fuck her. I told
about the rest of the morning, and how I had licked her pussy clean
while Daphne waited outside for us, even though I didn't know she was
there.

Finally, I told about how she had taken off her dress, as an incentive
for me to make love to her once more with my tongue, and how I had
left her on the bed, naked and asleep with pleasure. I finished up my
tale with the ride home, and how I had told Daphne about what I would
say to her, though I did explain that she thought it was just an
innocent sleep- together, not sex.;

We fucked intensely for a while. A lovely, pulse-pounding, press of my
lips against hers, my cock into her vagina, rolling our bodies
together in pleasure. We hit our climaxes, she coming first, I
following, and then, we lay there, spent.

"Why didn't you fuck her? That was a golden opportunity, Al!" Gwen
lamented.

"Huh? I was doing my best NOT do do that, and you wonder why I didn't
fuck her?" I asked. "I was trying to be faithful, and avoid
temptation."

"That's sweet." Gwen said. She pulled up away from me, and leaned down
to kiss and lick my cock. I let her do that, staying quiet. Her teeth
are very close to my balls, and despite the other activity this
weekend, and what we did just now, I began to get hard again.

"But if it were me there, I could have convinced you to fuck me. You
did just about everything else, and to deprive me at the end of that
pleasure seems unfair. Stupid, even. Besides, you didn't even get off
before the trip home!"

"She was knocked out. You know, it happens to you sometimes too."

"Sure, but you could have fucked her to finish instead."

"Damn! I thought I did a good thing, resisting temptation."

"Oh, I love you for it, sure."

Gwen moved her pussy over my mouth, inviting me to eat her. She sucked
my cock into her mouth, slipping her tongue around it. I pushed into
her pussy, using my tongue, then my fingers, then both, and I licked
and finger fucked her as she sucked me. I love 69, maybe even more
than fucking, though we tend to do both about as often. I was not sure
how to take her reaction to my news. But I was sure that she loved me,
and that I loved her. And soon, we both felt a very tangible joy as a
result of that love. Sure, sex was a big part of the feeling, but I
couldn't resist letting her know my love for her in more than just
actions. I stopped licking long enough to say "I love you, always,
darling."

"I love you too, my husband" Gwen tried to say though it sounded more
like 'Iwuf udohsp', since she didn't let go of my cock."

And that was how it went, we made love like that for quite some time,
and she came at least once before the final time, when I came. She
slid her body around, to kiss me on the lips again, then, we lay
there, happy.

She said, "I have an idea. Let's go to a hotel next weekend. You can
try to resist me. We'll take the kids by my mom, and have time to
ourselves. I bet that you won't be able to say no to fucking me. Just
pretend that Sammy is your faithful wife at home. It should be fun."

"What will you bet?"

"I'll have to think about that. We have a week to figure that out.
I'll see if you can really resist temptation!"

"I'll do my best."

"Besides, you owe me for your weekend with Sammy."

The end.



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Thanks to Pat Harvey for proofing and editorial assistance.



Author's Notes - Jeff's Posers.

The end to this story raises some questions. I have ideas about
answers, but not solid enough to push me into writing a sequel, yet,
even though the tale is left open for one or two. There was a rather
prominent US Federal case which involved the question of "what is sex"
and is oral sex "sex"? In the course of this story, there is the same
kind of question, as far as cheating goes. I suspect you can guess
what Gwen and Al think the answer is. But that answer raises some
others.

What will Gwen want to bet, for the challenge of tempting her husband?

What does Al owe Gwen for his time with Sammy?

In both cases, I don't think that money, or similar material things,
are part of the cost. And unless Gwen is wanting an open, swinging
relationship, her payment can't be sex with someone else. I can think
of a lot of possibilities, but nothing that immediately leaps up and
says "Yes, that's what Gwen wants!"

Could Al have avoided this temptation, despite his arousal? It took
some willpower not to go further, but how much more would it have
taken to not give in at all?

A harder question, no need to answer: Could *you* have stopped
yourself, in such a situation? Certainly, that has to be part of
Gwen's decision about this, her empathy for his situation. Until I
have Gwen's reactions, I can't continue this tale. I have other things
drawing my attention, other stories, but this situation seems
interesting. The resolution of their "bet" can't work, not without
some feeling for the other issue. Still, I wonder what the odds are
for resisting your wife for a three-day hotel weekend?

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