Message-ID: <21725asstr$944856602@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Subject: {ASSM} tonytony3's "A Voyeur's Wife's Story" 2/2 <*> X-Original-Message-ID: <19991204.113117.-841947.1.tonytony3@juno.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit From: tonytony3@juno.com X-To: story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us JMDigest-Score: good -3 Date: Fri, 10 Dec 1999 15:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin tonytony3@juno.com *********************************************************** Please read A voyeur's wife's 1/2 (wife sharing) first ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ He held me closer as we danced, and then, the music stopped - 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 toward me, and. . . . . .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 priviacy' 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. Too soon, I thought, the elevator stopped, ending that kiss, that quasi public kiss. Were we there already? We had arrived at the sixth floor. Now, Ted walked purposfully 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, letting me go in first. I hesitated, then stepped over the threshold. Ted moved the "Do not Disturb" sign to the the door handle on the outside, and stepped in, too. I heard the door close, and the night lock engage, and saw him hook the door chain in place. Now, we had the privicy he wanted - we wanted - him, and me, and Tom. Ted took my hand and lead me past the door to the bath room, to the main room. I saw the king size bed. This stopped being a riskee game. What was I getting into? Could I keep this under control? Did I want to? I was excited, and aprehensive, too. He took me into his arms - I went willingly, expecting that first serious private uninturrupted kiss. Instead, he talked. "Barbara, you're wearing a wedding ring. Are you married?" Opps. I forgot about that. Well, try honesty. I returned his imbrace, 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?" he asked, looking me in the eyes. "Yes," I assured him, "he does." "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 once. And you picked me up. 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." "Oh. . . .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." "This changes everything. I was hoping to meet a woman here that I could date when I come to Boston." "I don't think I can be that woman, Ted," I told him. "Well, what do YOU want to happen here?" he wanted to know. 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, once, by somebody other than my husband. Will you kiss me, as though I was available, like the woman you were hoping to find?" "Oh yes, I'll do at least that." He did, and I kissed back. It may be the 90's, but this was the only man to kiss me like that, except 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. He held me tightly, molding my body to his, too. I was being held by an exciting and excited man. "I couldn't do that in the lounge", he said, and I agreed. "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, though, and pressed my belly against him, enjoying the sensation. 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." "I guess there were two things you could have done then, Barbara - what you did, or pull away. I guess you want to play." His pelvis - his erect dick - ground into me That's what happened a couple of weeks ago when Tom and I practiced this. "I'm not ready to pull away." "I'm glad of that." His pelvis was pressing hard against me. "You do feel good," he said. 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 buttucks again, working at pulling up my skirt. He wasn't being very successful at it. I pulled away a little, freeing it 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. Then, electricity! There was the touch of his hands on my buttucks, 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 me before like that. It was strange, erotic, and I thought, a forcast 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 hand to trace down to his neck, then between us to his chest. We were looking into each other's faces, and I could feel his fingers tracing over my buttucks, moving between them. Lower, drifiting to my anus. A shock, as they grazed me there. I know my mouth opened, I know I made a small gasp. I let the hand on his chest move lower, over his belly. His fingers stopped moving, his pupels were dilating, as my hand drifted over his belt, and lower. He gasped, too, as it went lower. I am not good at judging things like this, but what my hand touched 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. I realized I closed my eyes when his fingers began 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 of 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 my ass. 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, I like looking at you while I'm holding your skirt like that. It's very sexy. Do you have a problem with that?" "I think I like having you look at me. 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 off the bed, grabbed me, and pulled me on it. He pulled at my blouse. "Wait, don't pull like that" I said. Tom liked the idea of someone touching my breasts! 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. Then, his hands were on my skin, on my waist, under the blouse - another electric touch. I looked up, and saw myself in the mirror. I saw a man 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 of my breasts. He paused, looking in the mirror, too, and finally, his hands moved up, supporting the underside of my breasts, almost as though he was weighing them, 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. 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, and then slide the partly open blouse's collar toward her 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 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 moith excited me, and the vision in the mirror was as erotic as anything I could imagine. "I'll ask him later, but I think he'd want you to do that. I do!" He mouth bit at my shoulder, the pain was sharp, exciting. I continued: "He'd say 'good', don't stop, touch her, kiss her." 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 blouse's buttons, releasing them. The last button was opened. The woman in the 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. The man, still kissing the bruised other shoulder, watched as her breast - my breast - being held by his hand, was uncovered. Then the woman took the other side, already on her shoulder, and started 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 felt his eyes on me. Her breasts, my breasts, were ruddy colored from 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. And, 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, the mirror now showing each nipple trapped between his thumb and forefinger, being twisted, kneended. I felt the pinches, the mild pain, and loved it! I looked down at his hands, holding me, and mine, holding his hands to me, 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 sexy! I sat up straighter, shoulders back, arms behind me now, as the woman in the mirror was thrusting 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 held by this guy, and the erotic and mild pain of his twists and pinches, too. "Am I all right, do I look OK?" I asked, wanting reasurance. "Oh yes, you're fine, you're beautiful," he said, raising his head from my shoulder, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror, then glancing down at my breasts. He watched, too, as his hands, guided by mine on his wrists, crept over my breasts, watched as he rolled my nipples again, on display for both of us. "I want to do more than touch them!" I leaned back into his arms, lay further back, until I was prone, laying on the bed, with him kneeling beside me. He paused, staring at me, looking down at me, lying beside him. 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 opened his mouth as wide as he could, and brought to 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! He played with my breast, tongue, then teeth, working at it, exciting it, exciting me, and I hoped, exciting him, too. But, it was like last week in the car - only I was the recepiant of pleasure, any pleasure my partner was getting was only because he was doing things to me, not because of anything I was doing. That wasn't good enough for me. I wanted to give eroticism, too. I pushed Ted away, reached for the buttons on his shirt, and told him, "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, a little frightened, as his chest, only a bit hairy, came into view. The clinical side of me noted reasonable muscle tone, a nice body, while the other side of me wasn't too sure how to proceed. But he did. 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. . ." 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 stomach. "What was it like," I wondered, "to touch another man's penis?" 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 hear a gasp, maybe his, maybe mine, as my fingers found the shaft of his penis, and traced out, and down, until I could cup its head. "I wanted to know what it feels like to touch another man, That's what it feels like," I said. So hot - was Tom's ever that hot, so hard, I tried to remember. "That feels so nice" I told him. "I'm glad I'm able to excite you like that. I can feel your pulse there. I love it!" "You can't be surprised that I have a hard-on, Barbara. You caused it, and I hope you can satisfy it, too." 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, the waistband passed its head, and his penis 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. I watched as he stepped out of his shorts, and 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, watching, 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, reveiling the head I expected to see, 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 from its sheath. Ted's hands were on the sides of my head, and he began pulling 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 dry kiss on its shaft. How could it be so hot? Ted's moan was encouraging me, me was pressing his groin, his pelvis, against my cheek, smelling his scent, and talcum, and sex. My closed lips touched the side of that that purple head, and Ted, looking down at me, moaned again, his hips and cock were twitching. This was wonderful! He put a hand behind my head, and another on his shaft, moving it, brushing its head across my cheeks, my lips. I looked up at him, and saw him looking down at me, and, now sure he was watching, I opened my lips just a little, kissing the side of that wonderful head again, and was rewarded by even increased excitement. Tom liked me to suck on his fingers while I kissed his penis. was that what Ted wanted, too? I opened my mouth, and pulled his fingers toward it, so he could feel my tongue on them. He wanted more than that, I knew, 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, felt the end of his penis graze against my lips. I opened my mouth a little, and looking up, extended my tongue, touching him, touching that head. Ted moved an 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, pressing at my teeth, and opened my mouth a little wider, and felt movement past my teeth, and tasted salt, and him on my tongue, and my mouth opened more to accomodate him. 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 in my mouth - fucking it! So big, so hot, so exciting! My lips closed around it, as they did for my husband's, my teeth providing resistance, and my tongue explored it, touching the sides, the head, its eye, my lips closing over its head, sealing it, so I could lick and bite and suck at it! What would my friends say - this very straight Barbara, Ph. D., sitting on a bed, a stranger's cock in her mouth, fucking her mouth, one hand supporting it, the other on his scrotum, and her loving it! "I could end this now," I thought. "I could masturbate him, and make him come," I thought. "Then I could go home at tell Tom all about it, and get my reward from him," I thought. But this was preamble. Foreplay. I didn't want that. He was getting too excited. No, this was to be a complete thing, I wanted the entire experience! I pulled away, to his moan. 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. "Don't make yourself come", I pleaded with him, even as 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 other hand began working its way up the inside of my leg, touching me in ways no one but Tom ever did. 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? 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. 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 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. "We only started talking about me doing this a couple of weeks ago - now here I am," I whispered. 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 had other women do this before." "Yes, but never like this. Never with a married woman who wanted to have sex like this, with her husband wanting her to. It's, you're, a wonderful erotic thing. Turn around. Let me see you!" Still holding my skirt up, I turned in the modeling way we were shown when the facilty did a fashion show. Except, then it was for clothes. This was modeling something else, mroe fundimental. I wished I had put perfume on my thighs, like Tom wanted me to. I wished I could do more to excite this man, to make him even harder, to make him want me even more. Ted looked at every inch of me: 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 hesatated. 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 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. He took the wrist of my hand that was holding the skirt. It was almost at my cleavage. "Let me help." 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 inch, and I looked down to see the hem expose more hair. Finally the fabric of the skirt, and my hand, and his, moved out along the thigh of the leg I had on the bed. I looked at him, and down at me. I was uncovered. I was fully exposed to this nude stranger, and I loved it. With one leg on the bed, I felt totally open. My skirt was shielding 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 first 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 vagina! No one had ever done that, that way, before. Was it that obvious to him that I was already aroused, lubercated, ready? I couldn't help myself. I pulled my hand free of his, and put that hand on 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, and 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 of my body moved my pelvis closer to him, my knee, away, opening myself, exposing myself for his examination, his courisitoy, 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 my 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 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 something about my body bringing pleasure to my husband in a different way, tonight. I felt movement, felt his mouth on my inner thigh! Oh! 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 another 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 near my vulva now, one on each side, and I could feel his fingers opening me wide, and tongue and fingers doing new and strange magic on me. Fingers in me, opening me, the sensation of a tongue, too, touching, and fingers, all there, in me, moving, finding new places to excite, new sensations, overwhelming. . . I never had an orgasm standing up before. I wonder if other woman had as much trouble standing while it happens? Ted paused while I shuddered, put both his hands around me, and held me to his face, supporting the arch my body made that presented me to him, and just held me to him, as my knees quivered. "That was more than I ever expected it to be," I panted, recovering, after a moment. "I wanted it to be," he said, speaking into my groin, his face still hard against me, held there by my hands, and by his arms, around me, holding me to him. A minute later I pushed him away, and still holding his hand, moved onto the bed, 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 use 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 someone would be kissing and touching me. He said that would be all right, and maybe that someone 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 want you to be that someone." I took my leg from over him, moved his hands from around me, rolled on my back. I looked at him beside me, 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 scared, my legs were tight together. This was the moment! 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 his, so I could raise my knee, and moved that leg to the outside. I moved the other one against him, he shifted again, so I could free it, too. Now, 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 moved closer, his penis touching, ever so lightly, my vulva. "Show me what you want - show me exactly what your husband wants you to do. Show me what you think would turn him on." What an exciting, perverted idea. I reached for his cock. There were a lot of firsts tonight, and I was very ready for the next one. I got my feet flat on the bed. I hoped Tom would enjoy hearing about this as much as I was, 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 - it felt so good, and so odd, too. "He want me to do this", I said as I felt, and helped, its head find the lips, and staart to part them. "Don't look at my face now, look there", he commanded, "I want you to see me 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 started to enter 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 forced open, and saw and felt half its head, then all of it, enter me, spreading me. "Watch what happens!" he said. "I want you to watch, not just feel. Watch yourself, watch me, watch us fuck! Watch, so you can tell him what it looks like, when his wife is getting fucked!" 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, towards this intruding penis. "Watch it happen, right 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 one delicious, long, slow movement. "So this was adultry, " the thought crept into my mind, as I felt myself flush red hot. His penis's head pushed the walls of my cunt, making space 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 again "So 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 forced my ass back on the bed - I realized I had lifted my pelvis to get him into me. I looked down along our bodies, seeing breasts, my nipples erect, red, his chest, 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, as 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 slowly until he, it, was almost out. I watched and felt his erection disappear in me again, spreading and stretching me with less effort this time. Each time was less effort as he spread me, opened me, excited me. Soon I was close to another orgasm, and I was pretty sure from how hard he was pushing that he was close, too. "So", he muttered almost savagely, "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 here. I do remember bringing my legs together again, under him, relaxing them 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, always." I looked, too - "me, too, I want to remember." In almost too short a time he whispered "Barbara, I can't hold back much longer, I better pull out!" 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 as 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 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, masterbating him instinctively, telling him, pleading with him, to "give me 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 ejaculate 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 cum 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 it," 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. I want to go home. Pleasant dreams." I stopped for a minute in his bath room, 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 bed. "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 my 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? Did he hurt you? Look at your shoulder!" Ted's teeth marks were vividly red. "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. He had 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!" "Mouth open, with tongues and stuff? You did that?" "Oh, I did that, I did even more." "I love it. Tell me more." I put my hands on his shoulders, pushed his head lower, to my breast. His mouth found it, began sucking the same breast that was sucked on a short time ago. "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 face has." I could feel hips making the little motions that means he's very horny. More 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 was at about my navel. He was getting into it, now, and I was getting hornier, 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?" He didn't respond, just moved up as I pulled, until his lips were over mine. "You mean. . .?" "Yes!" 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 he could. "Are you mad at me?" I had to know. "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 come into me, too. "Honey, when I told him I was married and you wanted me to do that, 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 door 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 unbuttoned 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. 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 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 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, 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 are targeting Pittcon, one of Tom's out of town important 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 lives. 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. Shen 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 my 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, instead 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 his 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 converence. 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. Like this story? Let me know. tonytony3@juno.com -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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