Voyeur’s Wife’s story 2.

“That’s all right” I told him, and moved so that the poking
continued a bit. The dance floor was dark enough so I could
enjoy that contact, and he lead me close to our table at the
end of the dance so he wouldn’t be seen walking off with
that thing tenting at his slacks as noticeably About 10 PM I
excused myself and walked along the bar to the ladies room.
I nodded to Tom as I passed him. When I came out of the
ladies room, Tom was waiting.
“You gave me the high sign. Are you ready to go home now and
get fucked?”
“No.”
“Oh. Well, does that guy want to go out to his car with
you?”
“Not this guy, honey.”
“What, then? What’s wrong with him. I’m ready for something
to happen.”
“There’s nothing wrong with him. He’s staying here, and
asked me if I’d go to his room for a little more privacy.”
“What!”
“Tom, he wants me to go to his room with him. That’s not too
hard to understand, is it? Maybe we should leave, and I can
take you home, and show you what might have happened.”
“That’s not my first choice.”
“Mine, neither. Maybe I sould spend more time with him here
and play around some more.”
“Oh, I’m so damn horny,” Tom said.
“Or you could wait down here for me, and I’d go to his room
for a while, and maybe – no, probably – get 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
this was real, from both of us. He about what he wanted.
“Barbara, I’m going into the men’s room. I’ve gotta get some
release from my hard on, and I don’t want leave right now.
And then I’m going to have a couple of drinks in the bar, I
figure I’m going to spend maybe an hour and a half or two
hours here. Your choice. You can sit with me, or. . .”
“Tom, this was your idea. But, husband, I promised you 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.”
“Tom, that guy wants me to go to his room. That’s because he
wants privacy, and he’s not going to just 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 away from him, 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!”
I kissed him. “Good. Me too. 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. “Barbara, if you go to 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 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 know
about everything we do”, and I walked back, horny, and
ready, and fast enough so he wouldn’t have time to change
his mind.
I sat with Ted 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, 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 our games? I wanted to
know. I whispered “Yes.
After this dance, I’ll go with you.”

Chpater 2

He held me closer, tighter, until, too soon, the music
stopped, and the dance ended.

“Are you ready?”
I nodded. We went to the table, he tossed some money on the
table, and I picked up my purse.
He extended his hand, and. . .
2E . .I took it, sealing my agreement to go with him.

When we left the lounge, with Ted’s arm around my waist, and
mine around his, I saw Tom sitting in the lobby.

He watched us walk across to the elevator.

He watched, as, holding hands, we waited at the elevator.
He watched as the elevator opened, and watched his wife get
in with a guy who ‘wanted some privacy’ with her.

I almost was expecting, almost was hoping, that he’d 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 I watched the doors close over his
shoulder, with my last image of the lobby being of Tom,
looking in, at me, in another man’s arms, kissing, being
kissed.

The elevator stopped, the doors opened, ending the kiss.
Were we there already?

We had arrived at the sixth floor. Now, Ted walked
purposefully down the hall, and stopped in front of room
635. He paused, extending his arm to me. I caught up, and
watched him as he opened the door. He smiled, and stepped
aside, let 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 hear d the door close, and the night lock
engage. That sounded final!

He took my hand and lead me past the door to the bath room,
to the main room.

I saw the king sized bed. What was I getting into? Could I
keep this und er 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, 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 for you to meet a guy, and come 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 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 liked
to be seriously kissed by somebody other than my husband.
Will you kiss me?”

He did, and I kissed back. It may be the 90’s, but this was
the first sex y 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 didn’t care.

“I couldn’t do that in the lounge”, he said, and I said
“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, pulled me up toward
him. With just a skirt between his hands and my skin, it
felt very sexy. I didn’t resist at all, just moved closer to
him. Still, it wasn’t too much different from what he did
downstairs. I could feel his erection, too. My hands were
around his back, but I figured two could play – actually
three were playing – so I lowered my hands to his ass, and
pulled his hips, saying “Two can play at that, Ted”.

“That’s nice, too”, he said.

His pelvis – his erect dick – ground into me That’s what
happened a couple of weeks ago when Tom and I practiced
this, and less obviously while I was dancing only a little
while ago. In this room, though, it was very different.
He broke the embrace.

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

“I’m glad your husband likes this idea.”

“We both liked this idea.”

I put one hand around his neck, pulled his head close for
another kiss. I liked kissing this guy, and wasn’t sure how
things are supposed to proceed, anyhow. 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, and that helped
him. Now he could lift it again. I felt coolness on my legs
as it went up – how strange to feel that. But 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.”

No other man but Tom had ever touched my ass before like
that. It was strange, erotic, and I thought, a forecast of
being 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 hi s 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 w hat 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 my anus. I
opened them. His were open, looking into my eyes, then
behind me, and into my eyes again. I realized he was
watching us embrace in the mirror, or looking at the
reflection o f his hand on my ass. By now I could feel one
hand was holding my skirt against my back while the other
one fondled me, probing at me. I didn’t try to stop him, and
instead 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 touch me, too. So
far, I like what you’re doing.”

He broke the embrace, dropping my skirt, and pulled the
cover and blanket s from the bed, grabbed me, and pulled me
onto the crisp white sheet. He pulled at my blouse.

This was supposed to be sexy, sensual, not rushed!
“Wait, don’t pull like that” I said.

Tom and I agreed breasts were in bounds. I knelt, facing
away from him. pulled at my blouse, pulling the front free
of my skirt, 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 the back of my skirt’s
waistband. Somehow feeling hi m 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 skin, on my waist, under the blouse – an
electric touch.

I looked up, and saw myself in the mirror, kneeling on the
bed. I saw a m an behind me, saw movement under my blouse,
and felt his hands moving up my sides, then around, and over
my ribs, finally touching the underside o f my breasts. He
paused, looking in the mirror, too, and his hands moved up
under my blouse, supporting the underside of my breasts, and
finally, at last, while he looked at our reflections, over
them, to their most sensitive part, stoking my nipples. The
man in the mirror leaned towards the woman’s ear, and I felt
a tongue create a thrilling sensation there. I watched the
reflection of his mouth slide down from ear to neck, and
felt wetness, and kisses, on my neck. I felt his mouth’s
progress impeded by my blouse’s collar, 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’s collar toward he r
shoulder, so the man in the mirror’s mouth would be free to
kiss her shoulder. I felt the little bites as he kissed, and
nibbled. I saw the m an 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, and the vision in the mirror was as
erotic as anything I could imagine.

“He’d like you doing that.”

He 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 woman in the mirror’s hands
went to her b louse’s buttons. In a moment the last button
was opened. The woman in t he mirror ‘s right hand took the
left lapel, and pushed it to her shoulder. I felt the cloth
drag over my nipple, as his hand cupped my breast. T he man,
still kissing the bruised other shoulder, watched as her
breast – my breast – supported by his hand, was uncovered.
Then the woman took the blouse’s other side, already on her
shoulder, and started it down he r 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 his eyes on me. Her breasts, my breasts, were
ruddy colored fro m his hands, from my excitement – aurora
smaller than I ever remember as an adult, and nipples more
extended.

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

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

I looked down at his hands, holding me, and mine, holding
his hands to m e, and looked up again, enjoying seeing, in
the mirror, a woman, topless, a man behind her, kissing her
neck, his hands on her breasts. How sex y! I sat up
straighter, shoulders back, arms behind me now, 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 2E Tom wanted me to share them, and I liked
seeing them held by this guy, and the erotic and mild pain
of his twists and pinches, too.

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

“Do I look all right to you? I hope so.”

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

He looked at my breasts.

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 open ed his mouth as wide as he
could, and brought to my breast, sucking in as much as he
could, hard, and his tongue teased my nipple. More beard bur
n! 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, n o, 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 shoes, pulled off socks. He stood
beside the bed, got off his tie, his shirt, his undershirt,
too.

I watched, and said, truthfully, “Nice body.”

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

He was wearing boxer shorts that were having a hard time
hiding an 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
married and all
2E”

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, felt my breasts 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 drift towards his groin. His kiss became more
intense as I allowed my fingers to touch the waistband, and
to slip between it and his ski n, 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, and 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 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 the 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 of the head of his cock, and i t sprang
up, free, and the shorts fell away. I loved knowing I could
have such an effect on this man. I found this new cock
throbbing in front of my face fascinating. I wanted to
remember every detail.

“That looks wonderful” I said, watching as he stepped out of
his shorts, and he, no, it, stood, excited, proud, erect,
pulsing with every heartbeat, in front of me.
I leaned forward, towards his cock, hands now on his bare
ass. I closed my eyes, remembering. “My husband and I
wondered about what would happen , and this was my husband’s
idea, too,” and drew him -it – closer.

I took his penis in my hand – so warm, so alive, looking so
urgent – the only cock except Tom’s I’d touched. Tom always
liked me to play with his cock. Would Ted? Would I like it?
Ted stood, looking down as I held it, looking at its end,
partially cover ed 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, purple
with passion, its eye promising t o 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 we re on the sides of my head, and 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, and of sex, too. My closed
lips touched the side of that purple head, and Ted, looking
down at me, moaned again, hi s hips and cock were twitching.

This was wonderful!

I looked up at him, looking down at me, and, now sure he was
watching, I opened my lips just a little, kissing that
wonderful head again, and was rewarded by even 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
finger s: 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 h is cock was in front of my
mouth. His hand moved from my mouth to under m y chin, and
he lifted and turned my head. I knew what he wanted, 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
pleading way, and I, remembering how much Tom liked me doing
this in the car, closed my eyes, felt the head on my lips,
then, I opened them a little, and felt movement, and tasted
salt, an d my mouth opened more to accommodate him.
I 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 a
round it, as they did for my husband’s, and my tongue
explored it, touching the sides, the head, its eye, my lips
closing 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 feel so hot?
What would my friends say – this very straight Barbara, Ph.
D., sitting on a bed, a stranger’s cock in her mouth, and
her loving it!

But this was preamble. Foreplay. I was worried that he’d
lose control, an d I didn’t want that. He was getting too
excited.
I pulled away. I got out off the bed, pushed him on it,
being totally sexy, free, wanton. I stood pretty much
between his knees now, lifted one foot, and the skirt did
what it was supposed to, and fell away from my leg, as I
slipped one shoe off. Changed legs, got the other one off,
too.

By now 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, was almost painful, but
wonderful, too.

I leaned into his mouth. 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 for the reaction to “go to
completion”, time to turn the game my husband wanted me to
play into reality. Could I do it and actually have
intercourse with this man? Accept that cock in 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 ski rt, and using both hands, overcame their
quivering, and got it unhooked , and held it closed, in
position.

I took about a half step back.

He looked at me with lust in his eye, mouth open.

I felt a moment of hesitation, remembered the play acting
Tom and I did in the car, and remembered what my husband
said he wanted me to do. I hop ed 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 ever did.

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

“Breath-taking” he said.

“This is more exciting than I hoped. I love it!” I hadn’t
been this 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 wonderful erotic
woman. Please, will you turn around?”

Still holding my skirt up, I did the same modeling turn I
showed my husband a little while ago. Except, Tom saw me
clothed. I wished I had put perfume on my thighs, like Tom
wanted me to. Ted looked at every inch of m e: my hip, my
ass, my other hip, and my breasts, again. Now someone other
than Tom saw 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.”

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, in
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.

Tom helped.

He put one hand behind my knee, lifted it. I put my free
hand on his shoulder both for balance, and because I was
feeling weak-kneed. He guided m y 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, now, to his face.

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

He started lowering it, and I didn’t resist, was just
enjoying the moment, and the sensation of the material as it
moved on 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 gave me that so
I’d remember this 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 complete body. Now it was
happening. I felt Ted moving my hand, and 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
marriage crowded my mind, but Ted, with a gentle pull,
started the movement down again, and those old ideas were
replaced by the utter enjoyment of this 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.
Now I was fully exposed to this nude stranger, and I loved
it. With one leg on the be d, I felt totally opened. My
skirt was covering only one of my thighs.

I knew at one level when I came into this room I might – no,
probably would – have intercourse – fuck – with someone
other than Tom for the firs t time. This was the next step.
I knew all of that, and decided my skirt was kind of the
last shield between me and him. If it went, I was even more
committed to this. I thought of Tom, downstairs, and our
acting out in the car, and relaxed my grip. The skirt, no
longer protection, slid off my leg, and off the bed.

He was staring at my pelvis – no one had ever done that,
that way, before 2E Was it that 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 o n his shoulder, too. I stretched and arched
my body, felt myself moving my knee that was beside him
away, and with my hands on his shoulders, an d one foot on
the bed, couldn’t be more exposed and available! I supported
myself by holding his shoulders, head back thrown back, and
the curve o f my body moved my pelvis closer to him, and my
knee, even more away, opening myself, 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. And a finger found
its way inside me. The analytical part of m y mind logged it
as a first penetration, but everything else was focused on
the physical pleasure. My legs were quivering – this was
what Tom wanted to know about, and now it was something I
wanted to do, and memorize for him, too. As his finger moved
up and in, I tilted my pelvis, and moved to help it
penetrate…

“You haven’t done this ever before?” he asked.

“Never, no, only with Tom – that’s my husband”: it was more
a whimper than a word, I wanted his touch to continue.

“Well, then, in that case…”

Now my eyes were closed, and I was enjoying every second. I
muttered some thing about my body bringing pleasure to my
husband in a different way, tonight. I felt movement, felt
his mouth on my inner thigh.
He bit at it, an unexpected thrill. But then, I felt his
tongue tracing up.
Was he really going to… and I arched even more as it found
my clit!
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 me, pulling him to me. He had
both hands on my inner thighs, now, fingers meeting, then I
felt a spreading, a being f****d open wide, and his tongue
and fingers were doing new and strange magic on me.

I never had an orgasm standing up before. I wonder if other
women had as much trouble standing while it happens?

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

“That was more than I ever expected it to be”, I said after
a minute.
He looked up, and took both my hands in his.
“There’s more.”
He moved on the bed, and pulled me beside him, and now I was
naked on this 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 on my side, pulled him beside me. I felt this warm
body, different than my husband’s, all along mine. 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 stoked my back, my ass, and
over my buttocks to my cunt as I stretched and molded my
body to his, it was his to u se as he wanted, now.

“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 maybe some one would be kissing and touching me. He said
that would be all right, and he could do even more. When I
said the only more would be that he might have sex with me,
he said that was OK, too.”

I opened my eyes, saw Ted still looking at me. I took my leg
from over hi m, moved his hands from around me, rolled on my
back.

I looked at him beside me. He was supporting himself, hand
on his head, elbow on the bed, looking.
I pulled him towards 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 away, suspended, arched, over
me. I was now a bit scared, my legs were tight together. He
looked so big!

His cock poked at my belly, 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 got that leg outside his.

He shifted again, so I could release the other one, too.

Now, 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 reached for his cock.
There were a lo t of firsts tonight, and I was very ready
for the next one.

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

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

I lifted/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, its head find the lips, I used my other
hand to spread myself a little wider.

“Don’t look at my face now, look there”, he commanded, “I
want you to see it going in 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’s head against me. I moved so that his cock’s
head was just parting my lips – my other lips, I realized,
it had already violated my mouth.

I closed my eyes for a moment, remembering my husband, and
the games we played, and whispered to myself “This is for
you, too.” I held Ted’s cock, lifted another fraction, felt
myself being f****d open, and saw and felt half its head,
then all of it, start to enter me.

“Watch what happens” he ordered. I know my face flushed, my
whole body di d! 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, towards this
intruding penis.

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

His penis’s head pushed the walls of my cunt, moving easily
through the moisture there, but tight enough I was sure to
keep that protective shroud of foreskin peeled away from
that wonderful smooth purple bulb, making s pace in me for
that long, hot, veined rod, going deeper in me than Tom
could reach. Then, pushing, slowly rotating his hips, he
moved, too, until his stiff pubic hair was against my belly,
and his cock was fully seated in me. I could feel his pulse
in it – 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, now – a
man I wasn’t married to.

His pressure and weight f****d 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 his pelvis’s position. His cock would
press more on one place, then another, a s though it was
searching for, memorizing, the right spot, so that in a few
minutes it would know exactly where to erupt. I was full of
him, his heat, his size!

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 s lowly
until it was almost out. I watched and felt his erection
disappear in me again, spreading and stretching me with less
effort this time. I t 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 he wanted you to do, isn’t
it”, as he moved 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 an accurate memory until now, but it
became clouded he re. I do remember bringing my legs
together again, under him, relaxing t hem as he pushed, then
hard together, squeezing his cock as he pulled. I remember
my wrists being held above my head by his strong hands, as
his pelvis pushed against, into, mine, as his cock pushed
and stretched and filled and violated and in its own
instinctive way found new places 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, felt a strong heart beat bounding in
his cock, from him, in me, 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,
wrapped them around his back, locked my ankles, and pulled
him closer. I tipped my pelvis so that I was wider still,
and almost hissed. “Come in me. Give me every drop!”

I watched his face redden, and I felt myself flush and
quiver, too. I loved the way he pushed in, and loved the way
his cock seemed to grow a little longer at the last minute,
reaching still deeper in 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 in me, grunting, making “Uhhhh”
noises with each spas m 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 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 in me with each
spurt, of that very male look on his face. I’m sure I could
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 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, fucked him!
At last he stopped, paused on 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 pelvises, coolness from the puddle of my
lubrication under me. I could feel some of his cu m cooling,
too, as it leaked from me, 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 I,t, I said.

“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?”

“Uh-uh. This was only time only, it won’t happen again.
Pleasant dreams.”

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

Tom was 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, instead.
When we got home, he wanted to sit and talk, but I insisted
he come to be d.

“Please talk to me,” he said.

“Get in 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.”

“Good.”

I got into bed.

He reached to kiss me, but I stopped that. I lay on my back,
and spread m y legs. “Get on me.”

He did, and tried to get his penis where he wanted it.

“Not yet, please, honey.”

He was laying between my legs, and looked at me. “What’s
going on?”

“Honey, look at my face.”

He did.

“What do you see?”

“Barbara, it looks like the 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.”

“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?”

“Very sexy kisses!”

“I love it. Tell me more.”

I put my hands on his shoulders, pushed his 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 he lower,
to my breast.

His mouth found it, began sucking the same breast that was
sucked on a sh ort time ago.

“Look at me, Tom. Is anything different?”

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

I could feel hips making the little motions that means he’s
very horny. M ore evidence that I could tell him some more
about the night.

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

“Good!”

“Open your mouth really wide, and suck at my whole tit.”

He did.

“That’s what he did, too!!!”

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 w as at about my navel.

He was getting into it, now, 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 tonight?”

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 opened them
for a second man tonight, I could feel how wet I was, 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 again this evening, opening myself, and
felt him put a hand on either side of my vagina, and felt
him lower his face into it.

Now I was holding his head in place, while he explored every
part of me.
“I smell something different here, too!”

“Maybe. Maybe you can taste something different, too. Is
that OK with you
?”

I thought there’d be a premature ejaculation then.

“Tom?”

“MMMMmmm?”

“I’m about to come!”

I grabbed his hair, pushed his face into my crotch, and had
an orgasm. Again.

And then pulled him along my body.

I asked “Are you mad at me?”

“No”

“Did you like going down on me just now?”

“Yes”.

“Even if I fucked someone else a hour ago?”

I kissed him, and found his cock, and guided it – not that
it didn’t know the way – into me.

I was as again as wide as I could be, and he was pounding me
as hard as h e could.

“No, I’m not mad, I love it! Your cunt feels all open and
loose! Tell me!!”

I wrapped my legs around him – “Tom, don’t be mad at me, but
I held him like this, and 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”

“And I had two orgasms while he fucked me, too.”

I was milking him like I milked Ted, and felt pretty much
the same twitching, and little jerks, and I’m pretty sure I
could feel him start to com e into me, too.

“Honey, when I told him I was married and you wanted me to
get fucked, he got really hot – he was in me really deep!”

I guess you could figure out that Tom exploded into me. Just
as he started to I said “And your cock is swimming in its
own cum, and someone else’ s, too.”

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

That all happened about six weeks ago.

When either of us want to relive the experience, we put the
“Do Not Disturb” sign I took from the hotel on the bedroom
door. It gets put on the do or a lot!
We’ve talked about it, and acted it out, and enjoyed it,
every time.

But 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.

Next time, we decided, I’m going to do the seducing, and
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, no bra. We both like me to
keep the top unbuttoned a couple of inches, and keep the
bottom unbutton ed to about mid thigh. The dress reaches to
mid calf. Then, when I cross my legs, there’s a lot of
exposure, and we both get turned on by that. W e 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 by touch pretty easily 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.

We go out, and I let other guys try to pick me up, and dance
with me. Almost always the moment they hold me they get
bold, because they can’t fee l 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, how they
figure out the chain I wear on my hips, and how quickly they
get an erection. Then, I pick up my husband, bring him 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 now, for the next “real adventure.”
We’re going to the Eastern Analytical Symposium in New
Jersey next month, one of Tom’s out of town conventions
where most of the attendees are straight arrow technical
type guys. One, 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 him 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 m y hand and moved it so I was
all exposed, well Tom said he wanted to see me do that, too.
And, it’s something I wish I could have shown him, ins tead
of just telling him about it.

And finally, when I told him what it was like to guide Ted’s
cock to my vulva, and then to raise my hips while he stayed
still and rigid, until h is cock got inside for the first
few inches, well, he wanted to see that , too. And I really
like the idea of him watching as I do that, too.

So, next time we’ll have to fix it so Tom can see. I guess
it means we’ll have a hotel room with a closet in the bed
room, or a balcony, or something. We’ll get the right kind
of room at the conference. Until then I’ll practice by
picking up my husband, and giving him the same treat we both
want to give to a nice stranger.