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her point of view Ch3

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Fred Jones

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I pulled on a jacket because I did feel very exposed dressed as I was, and off we went.
We caught the after work crowd. The lounge was dark so it was OK - just barely OK -
when Tom insisted I check my coat. I did, took a deep breath, and went in. I danced
with 5 different guys. I liked looking at their faces when we danced, especially when
they discovered no bra strap across my back, and then, how every single one found a reamister,
while we were dancing, to let their hands drift across my waist, and feel the slip waist
band, but no lower seams, only soft flesh. What a feeling of power and control that was.
After a while I rejected most invitations, except from one nice guy. I knew he was
aroused - that was clear - and he sure thought I was. He did enough exploring to have
figured out just what I was and wasn't wearing. Not that he was grabby, but there were
casual brushes, and touches. He wasn't bashful about holding me tightly while we
danced, and when our bodies touched, he made sure his arousal was obvious. I
remembered what Tom told me about the woman he danced with, so during slow
dances I managed to miss his lead a few times, and that caused - surprise - a little
accidental pelvis bumping. If felt very strange, feeling him through the fabric of my
dress. I thought, after an hour or so, he had read by touch every label on every garment
I was wearing- all two of them. He wasn't being grabby, either - no hand on my leg (by
now I was sitting at a small table with him) or ass grabbing, but casual touches. He
didn't even try to kiss me, and that was a disappointment - I wanted my daydreams to be
filled. He did make some interesting suggestions, though.


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


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


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


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


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


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


"Are you crazy? There's a lot of room in this car!"


"Not enough."


He was wrong about that. "Let me show you."


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


"This could have happened."


I pulled him across the seat, and kissed him, tongue all over the place.


I said "I think he'd want to do that. I would want him to. I hoped somebody would kiss
me like that tonight. He'd know that would be the only reamister for me bringing him here.
What do you think about that?"


"That would be all right with me, too."


"Oh, it would? What about this?"


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


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


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


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


"Oh, yeah. I dream about that! I'd love it."


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


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


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


I knew he was getting really excited. So was I.


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


Tom said "Oh yeah, That would drive him crazy."


"You may think I'm awful, honey, but then I'd do this." I took that hand, and moved it
from my mouth, along my cheek, and neck, to my breast.


Tom could feel my nipple standing up.


"The only reamister for not wearing a bra is so he could touch me like that," I told Tom.


"Ahhhh, yes, make him do that, too!"


I was really letting my imagination run wild, feeling sexy, and pretending Tom was
someone else. After a few more minutes. . .


"I'd have to tell him I liked that. Maybe, if he was nice. . ."


"Oh, he'd be nice," Tom interrupted as I took his hand from my left breast, and moved it
to the neckline of my dress.


He was looking down at me.


I guided his hand to the buttons, opened the first couple.


". . . I'd ask him to help with this."


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


"He wouldn't be able to touch me if I was all buttoned up, would he?"


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


A minute passed.


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


"Yes, I want him to play with your tits."


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


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


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


"Yes, let him see your tits, too."


"Should I. .. ." I said, and pulled his hand away, pulled his head towards my chest, and
lifted up until his mouth found my nipple.


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


"What do you think of your wife now?"


"I think you're wonderful, and he'd think you were terrific!"


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


"Mmmm."


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


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


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


His hand was just stroking my leg, so I said "Don't be shy, stranger", put my hand on his
wrist, and started it towards my knee. Tom's hand went under the dress and slip, and
then, once at my knee, down along the inside of my thigh.


"Would you want me to let another man do what you're doing now?" I asked him as I
opened my legs a little, so that by the time he got to my vagina he found it hot, and wet,
and available. And he didn't waste a minute. He got fingers into me, while he was still
sucking at my nipple.


"Tom?"


"Yes?"


"Are you serious that you want me to get someone to do this?"


"Oh yes."


"My dress is getting wrinkled." I lifted up, pulled at my hem, folded it and my half slip
back to my waist. His hand never stopped, but now, in the dim light of the parking lot,
we could see my breast, exposed, and my legs spread with Tom's fingers moving in and
out of me.


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


"Yes."


We both enjoyed the game a little too much, and I knew my husband, playing a guy who
picked me up, was as aroused as he could be.


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


"Oh, but I love doing this to you."


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


"What would you do?"


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


"I'd do this."


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


"And maybe I'd do this."


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


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


"Well??"


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


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


"Yes, take his cock in your mouth like you do for me. Suck it!!!"


A tilt of my head, a little movement, and my lips were on it.


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


He pushed himself back deep into my mouth, and I heard "Yes. Do more". We both
heard someone walk up to the car on our right, and we both looked out the passenger
side window as a guy looked in. "Lucky bastard", he said, as he saw Tom's hand
covering my crotch, an exposed breast, and Tom's cock almost in my mouth. He got in
his car, and drove away.


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


Afterwards, driving home -"Tom, you owe me a major orgasm."


"You're going to get one!"


His cock wasn't working any more that night, but his fingers and mouth were. I got what
I wanted.
goodhusband

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The story just gets better and better. Very hot!

One thing, I think you will find it's a mistake to post each chapter on a separate thread. As they fall into the archives of this site they will get separated and it will be harder for people to read them in the future.

Your story is good. Put the chapters together on one thread. we will keep checking back to find new updates.

GH
Fred Jones

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Ok, from here on it will be posted under the ch4 heading. I'd done this before, but as these stories tend to run a little long, I was afraid the length kept people from reading them and I was getting almost no feedback that way. By the way, a reader suggested I put in an oral scene in "Unwrapping Laura". I did and if anyone wants, I'll repost the modified version. Let me know.
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