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# Posted: 9 Jun 2008 21:45:16
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Chapter 1
My wife's 35th birthday was coming, and I planned a nice celebration for
two. She wasn't at all happy, though.
"Honey, what's wrong?"
"I'm being silly, Don, but I feel old. I've got some new wrinkles. A
couple of grey hairs. I used to feel pretty and felt good about myself,
I remember how men used to look at me when I entered a room. I
guess I feel bad because those days are gone. And they ain't a-coming
back, either"
"Sam, (her name's Samatha) we're all getting old, but you're still a ten
- or at least a high nine - in anyone's book, and you know that"
"Aww, you gotta say that, you're my husband. It's in your contract
or something. But, thanks, anyway, Honey."
This usually happy woman was really depressed. There was no way I could
convince her that aging had'nt affected her looks. Sam IS a tall,
willowy, beautiful woman. Her figure is more that of a dancer than of a
Playboy Bunny, true, but in most men's eyes, she's an easy 9 or 9.5.
A month or so later, we were having dinner with a good friend of both of
ours, sort of a most eligible bachelor - 30 something, handsome,
successful: all the right stuff. You know, 'Mr. Lucky'. Really pisses me
off, sometimes.
Now Sam had arranged more blind dates for this guy than you can imagine.
"He's too good to let loose, Don", was her explanation.
Sam and Fred are very good friends. They say their relationship's like
having a brother or sister who's also a best friend. Uh-huh. It proves that
a guy and woman can be friendly without sexuual pressuure screwing things
up. Right. Sure.
But Fred let slip a bit of an indiscretion. He had been on a west coast
business trip for a couple of weeks. He mentioned in passing that it was
a lonely trip, and at end of it the nights alone in the hotel room were
pretty unbearable.
"I know that feeling, Fred,"I said.
"Yeah, I had to take some action, or I'd have gone crazy."
Sam picked up on that: "What kind of action are you talking about, Fred?"
After some probing, Fred revealed that "I have a way with women. It's a little
expensive, but it is a way."
"What do you mean?"
Finally it came out.
"Look, there were some girls at the bar, okay? One picked me up, that's all."
"Fred, you mean you hired a hooker?"
"well, if you're going to be blunt about it, yes. I did."
"Tell me more", from Sam.
"Look, she was very pretty, almost as nice as you, Sam."
"What happened? What did she do? What did you do?"
"She provided me a couple of hours of entertainment."
"Would that be 'sexual' entertainment?"
"Of course. Can we get off this subject?"
"Com'on, 'fess up. I want to know just what went on."
"Look, she came to my room. Gave me a massage. We had sex. OK?"
"What about safe sex?"
"No, I took a chance."
"Well, that was dumb. So, how much did it cost you, Fred?"
"She was pretty, you know."
"Com'on, how much?"
"$500."
"Wow."
"Sam", I said, "I think you've embarrassed Fred enough for tonight."
Fred agreed, and the subject was finally dropped.
That night, in bed, Sam was especially turned on. And by the strangest thing.
"Wow, $500! Would you pay that much?"
"Honey, I'm married to you, I don't want or need anyone else for sex."
"But if you did, would you?"
"I don't need a hooker, thanks."
"Com'on, com'on. Just 'what if'. How 'bout if the hooker was me?"
"For you, more!"
The next night Sam came to the bedroom wearing one of my shirts
(always a sexy look)- "Roll over, Bub, you're getting a massage."
There was warm oil and hot hands on my back, then my buttocks, then my
legs. Her hands moved up again: "Roll over!"
I did. It's no surprise that 'Little Don' was standing up. Tall and Proud!
"Oh, my, look at that. It looks like it wants some attention." Well, I got it,
from hands, mouth, and titties.
Later (not too much later, it turned into a quickie) Sam asked "Is that
the kind of performance that would get me $500?"
"Sam, it doesn't work that way. You negotiate the fee and collect it
first. Otherwise, the guy may never pay."
"Oh.
"OK.
"Um. Two things, Don. You said 'You'. Does that mean me? And, how come you
know so much about it?"
"'You', was just the way I said it. And, yeah, I did screw around sometimes
back when I was traveling, too."
A couple of weeks later, Sam was on me, in bed. I could tell this was
going to be intercourse for sex, not love making. She was kissing my
neck, and talking. . .
"Is this what a 'professional' would do?"
"I wouldn't know, but don't stop!"
Now she moved down lower, and her mouth was working on my chest, then nibbling my
navel. My cock had sprung free, and was twitching in time with my pulse. Hell, it could
have been directing a band!
"I wonnder if anyone would think I was worth $500, like that woman Fred
was with."
"Honey, you're worth a lot more."
"You really think anyone would offer a 35 year old that much?"
She was moving lower, and I could feel her mouth take in my penis. One
hand began pumping my shaft, while her tongue and lips were busy exciting me
more than I could stand.
A pause: "Well? What do you think?" then she continued.
"I like it! I like it!"
"No, stupid, about someone paying."
"I'll pay, I'll pay - don't stop!"
She didn't stop for a few minutes, but then there was another pause -
and just as well, I grabbed the head of my cock and squeezed it, in the
classical 'do this to stop a premature ejaculation' maneuver.
"Honey, I'd really wonder if other guys would think I'm attractive enough to pay
big bucks for an evening like this with me."
Okay, that was it. Now I was definitely past the point of no return.
Both the physical pleasure, and the idea Sam was playing with made me
lose control. God, it was good, even if we never made it to intercourse.
A few nights later, again in bed, Sam advanced her idea further.
"Um, do you think I'm marketable, honey?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know, an evening of fooling around for fun and profit. . ."
"Sam, I don't like where this idea is going. Let's just keep it in reserve,
and maybe some day the circumstances will be right and we'll see."
"Does that mean you really don't like it, or do you just think no one will
pay that kind of money for my saggy 35 year old body?"
Now, there is -absolutely- no good answer to that question, but I tried.
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# Posted: 9 Jun 2008 22:21:53
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Chapter 2
"Your body is fine, dammit."
I was getting into trouble, but I wasn't *about* to pimp fout my wife, even if
she thought it would prove that she was still beautiful. I told her that I didn't
think having her whore around was the way to prove that, although ,when I told
her that, she said that it would be de facto proof she was still ok in the
body department. This was really not going anywhere good and I asked her to
just drop it.
But somehow, circumstances seem to conspire, sometimes, don't they?
Yeah, they do.
A month ago I attended an American Management Association one week
workshop on Hilton Head Island. Although the AMA strongly suggested
attendees come alone, I arranged for Sam to join me on Thursday. I figured,
after the thing ended Friday noon we could havesome fun there, or in Savannah.
The workshop was hard work. It was just one of three similiar workshops
going on at the same time. Wednesday night, after a team dinner, I went
to the lounge for some time alone, and a quiet drink.
Tomorrow Sam would be here, so things were looking up.
A guy about my age sits down next to me. "Hi, I'm Bill."
"Don".
A hand shake, a word or two about the seminars, and the talk continued on
about other things.
Later that evening I told him "I have find a computer and get on line
soon, and check my e-mail."
"Hell, come to my room. I'm all hooked up."
His room was on the first floor. We walked in, and I saw the glass door
to the patio open, but the screened part was shut. His room faced the
beach. On the upper floors, like mine, what was his patio was a balcony.
"It's pretty safe here, and I like to hear the waves coming in," he explained.
After getting on line, collecting my mail, and responding, he invited me
outside for a beer.
The patio had a gated waist high fence, with a lot of shrubbery along it.
It was private, and at this time of night, very dark. "I can just walk through
there" - he pointed to a path thru the bushes - "to get to the beach. I go for a
run every morning."
Talk turned to personal matters, with the usual bullshitting. "Married?"
I asked. "No, but I sure like to go thru the motions. Except the pickings
are pretty slim around here, aren't they?"
I was horny, thinking of Sam, and about her sex-for-fun not sex-for-love talk
and maybe feeling a little perverted, too. And this guy seemed like he knew
how to enjoy himself. He looked fit, was bigger and broader than me.
Well, let's try something. See what happens.
"Uh, not true. I met a gal here from Cleveland last night. She's on
vacation, but she was willing to, um, earn part of her vacation
costs back."
"Really? Was she any good?"
Now I was really getting into it.
"Very good."
"How much did you pay?"
Would he bite?
"$600".
"Wow. Was she in the lounge tonight? I sure didn't see anyone who looked worth
that kind of monoey".
"She was worth a lot more, but I didn't see her tonight either, if I had I probably
wouldn't be here with you!"
"Introduce me to her if you see her again. I reeeeally do need myself a good time."
He reeeeally did bite!
An hour later - by then it was nearly eleven - I excused myself.
Tomorrow's session would be another one of 'personal discovery', and
those got to be severly mind numbing after a while.
But back in my room I called Sam.
"Honey, I can't wait to get there" was how she responded when she heard
my voice. I miss you, and - well, you know, MISS YOU!"
Now we find out, does she really want to play?
"Well, Sam, you still want to see if you have what it takes?"
"I've got all you can handle, big boy. Don, you sound funny. Have you been
drinking?"
"Yep. Been pimping, too."
"I don't believe you. You can't talk to someone without trying to sell
something. OK, so what were you 'pimping' tonight?"
"You."
"You what? You're lyin'. I don't believe you'd do that."
"Wait till you get here before you say that, shug. I just did a little selling, and if
you're up to it, you'll have a $600 payday for a couple of hour's work
tomorrow."
"Honey, you don't have to pay me $600. For you, $50 will buy more than
you can ever handle."
I love it when she talks dirty.
"No, you don't get it. There's a guy here who's willing to pay that kind of
money for the right beautiful uninhibited woman."
"I still don't believe you. You don't have the guts. I'm not sure I do,
for that matter."
I guess she won't play.
I'll press a little.
"Tell you what, Sam. I'll bet you $300 that I have someone who will pay
you $600 for a couple of hour's fun. I think that's about the correct
commission for arranging an escort."
"You're so full of it. It's a bet, fellah. See you tomorrow evening, oh, and bring the cash."
I guess she will play!
"OK. I'll leave a key card in an envelope at the desk for you, I'm
supposed to be alone in the room for another couple of nights while this
stupid seminar runs, so lay low, ok? I'll be there about 7, after dinner. And be
prepared, kid. I'm feelin' raunchy, and you're in for a real adventure
if I can keep my hands and cock off you for a couple of hours."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You, sir, are all talk."
Now the die, if not already cast, was certainly out of the container.
I slept with a box of tissues next to the bed, because I woke up often
that night, and every time I woke up I was horny, and had to do something
about it. I wasn't thinking about morality, you kidding? It was lust, just lust.
I wouldn't even let myself think of Sam as my wife, but my mind was firmly locked
on the image of her spread wide on a bed, with some stranger pounding his hard cock
into her, and, let me tell you, folks, it just excited_the_hell out of me.
The next day just dragged on. I could hardly keep still. I could hardly keep soft.
Then dinner with my class mates, more being open and honest and communicating.
Big deal. It was probably great, but I was distracted, big time.
6:30 came, and I ran to the room. Sam was waiting, in bed. "Come here,
big boy. Tell me all about this hooker fantasy of yours."
It looked like she had the same frame of mind I did. I wasted no time
getting into bed. We banged into each other, grunting like animals. I
wasn't being fair, though. I knew her too well, and I knew how to bring her to
the edge of organism, hold her there, but not offer that last instant of
release. Finally she asked what got into me.
"Here's the deal, Sam. I'm going to see if Bill, this guy I met, is
around. I'll have a drink with him in the lounge. You come in, and I'll
introduce you as this woman I met from Ohio, and after a while, I'll
leave. He thinks you sometimes get off on vacation by picking up someone.
Oh, and he thinks you are very uninhibited, too. I really built you up. You, Little
Ms Hooker, will then be on your own. Let's see just how much the market will
pay for your bewitching body."
"Don, you're making this up. You're making all of this up as you go along.
I thought the sex we just had would have settled you down. If you're joking,
you lose the bet. Okay, I'll play your little game, I'll give you a half hour head
start before I come down. I want to shower and change clothes, anyway."
I placed a room to room call. "Bill, it's Don. Glad I caught you in. If
you are up to it, I think I owe you a drink. Want to meet me downstairs
in a couple of minutes?"
Sam, listening, was laughing. "I think you were talking to a dial tone,
cowboy! Com'on, 'fess up!"
"See you soon, baby, and for the next couple of hours I won't be thinking
of you as my wife, but as what we managers call a performing asset, . . . with
emphasis on the 'ass' part!"
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# Posted: 10 Jun 2008 00:27:16
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very hot story cant wait to read the rest
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Fred Jones
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# Posted: 10 Jun 2008 17:32:03
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I saw Bill at the bar, signaled for a martini, and a refill for him, and we started talking about the differences in the seminars we were attending. Bill seemed a little distracted, though.
"Hey Bill, I'm here, among other things, to learn to be 'a perceptive, good listener'. So, what's bothering you?"
"Ah, the usual. Lackanooky. No cure in sight, either."
"Well, you'll be home soon."
And that, boys and girls, is what we professional salespeople call a put-away close. A slam-dunk.
"Not soon enough. I can't even roll over at night, my cock's been like a damn kick stand lately."
A few minutes later Bill excused himself - "Need to find the head".
I watched him leave, and saw Sam standing at the doorway. She waited for him to pass, then walked over to me.
She looked great: a dark, fairly long, full skirt that outlined her legs as she walked, short sleeved cotton blouse. Fairly high heels.
And she did still turn heads, not that she noticed.
She'd have turned a lot more if anyone had any idea of what we had been talking about and planning.
"Is that the guy you were telling me about - and think fast, Don, because if it is, why did he just leave?"
"Yes, he's the one. He's gone to the men's room, but he'll be back in a couple of minutes. God, you look great. How much for a night's fun, baby? What's the going rate?"
"Well, sailor, for you, $2, and then $298 because you'd lose the bet, too."
"What do you think of old Bill?"
"'Old Bill' looks ok, but I still don't believe you are going to introduce me as anyone but your wife."
"We'll see."
Sam got a drink, and Bill walked back.
"Hi there", he said. I looked at my wife, and - damn it, I couldn't resist - said "Bill, I'd like you to meet Samantha. She's the woman I told you about."
I saw Sam blush, then smile, and start to shake Bill's hand. Instead, he leaned forward, and kissed her cheek. "It's great to meet you. Don told me you were lovely, but that's an understatement."
"Hey, just what she wants to hear," I thought.
He continued: "I hope I'm not too late."
"Too late? What do you mean?"
"Well, you were talking to Don. . ."
"Yes, that's true", Sam said, sudden understanding on her face. "So, Don, were you going to ask me for a date tonight?"
God, she's fast: I didn't even think of what Bill was inferring.
I blame the testosterone overdose.
I took a quick sip of my drink. And I continued down what I knew to be a bad, dangerous, irresistably exotic path.
"Uh, I can't tonight, Sam. I gotta get to my room, I have to wait for an important message tonight. But I'll bet Bill here would like to talk with you for a while."
Let's see her worm her way out of that. The 'bet' word I used was very deliberate.
Sam looked at me for a couple of heart beats. There was something in her expression: anger (I deserved it!);
a challange to me, or maybe to herself; an I'll show you attitude?;
an 'are you really daring me to pick up this guy' expression?
And then, what I hoped for/against, and feared - "Why, I'd love to spend some quality time with Bill, Don."
I couldn't quite get the deep breath I needed. I'd just set my wife up as a whore! Hey, it was a first for me, ok?
"It's time for me to leave. Goodnight children. I hope I see you again tomorrow."
I saw Sam's eyes flash - she really didn't really expect me to leave her with this guy.
I heard a couple of "Goodnights", and left.
From outside the lounge I stopped, and stood in the hotel hall where I could see into the lounge.
I also stopped because my knees were weak, I was shaking, and I had trouble walking.
Bill had his arm around Sam's shoulder, and the barman was getting them a couple more drinks. Their heads were together, and from time to time I could see one or the other laugh.
I didn't plan on her enjoying him that much.
At one point she looked toward the door, noticing me, while Bill was dealing with the bartender.
She stuck her tongue out at me!
I went to our room, and found a note on the bed. "I hope you were kidding about setting me up.
If you are reading this, you better either rescue me, or expect me to return with someone else's
protein where you like to put yours.
Love, S"
"Oh oh." Suddenly this was'nt funny anymore. But I had a giant throbbing erection, too.
Was I one of those guys who got off thinking about his wife fucking someone else? Well, my cock was sure reporting that I was!
What was I going to do? I already unzipped my fly, and was grabbing at
an already well masterbated and
fucked 'Little Don' so apparently I was going to jerk off, but then the idea came -
Would I dare?
I was wearing dark pants, a white shirt.
The shirt came off, a dark turtle neck on.
Shoes off, dark sneakers on.
A black golf hat. Grab the cam corder. Put a bandaid over the "Recording" LED.
I was ready -
if I dared.
Down the stairwell. A quick glance in the lounge. They were still at the bar.
Out the door, around to the beach side, to Bill's patio path. Onto the patio. I sat down, so I was shielded from
being outlined against the moonless night sky by the bushes.
Bill left his bathroom light on, I could see in through the first set of curtains. Good, he left the drapes partly open.
"God, don't let him look out here, or come out here with Sam. . ."
I set the cam corder on manual focus, since I wanted sharp images inside, and not just of the curtain.
Second thoughts,now, thinking about compounding one very stupid idea with another, then thinking about retreating.
That was the only sane thing to do. How would I ever explain myself if Sam just talked with Bill, and then went back to our room and found me gone?
I started to stand up, when I heard a noise in the room, and another light came on.
I squatted again.
Scared? Yeah.
Weak? Yeah.
Horny? OOOOOH, yeah!
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# Posted: 10 Jun 2008 19:47:39
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Hot story so far, can't wait to see how it progresses!
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# Posted: 10 Jun 2008 20:06:35
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Chapter 4
I saw Bill leading Sam into his room.
Now I was good and trapped. This was becoming some very serious stuff.
You need to know the room layout. The bed's headboard was to my right, there was a couple of feet between the foot of the bed and a dresser with
a big mirror. That was to my left. There was a small table between thebed and the patio, to the right. The bathroom was off a hallway, between
the bedroom itself and the room's door.
"I'm glad I met you," he was saying, "it's a chance to try something I've always wanted, and with a beautiful woman, too."
"I did promise you an entertaining evening, Bill,", she said, moving close to him. One of her hands went to the back of his neck, drawing his
face down so she could kiss him. The other took one of his hands, moved it towards her breast.
Either she's really thought this through, or she has the best instincts in the world!
I raised the camera to my eye and pressed record. I could do that with one hand. Good thing, 'cause I was busystroking my erection with the other.
I thought, almost out loud "Oh, this is going to be so good! Please, please let this battery hold out."
"Well, would you like to talk a while, or. . ."
"No, let's start. I think this is going to be fantastic!"
"Uh, business before pleasure. Let's get that out of the way, first, so we can just enjoy ourselves later."
I watched thru the viewfinder.
Zoomed in on his hand holding his wallet.
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. There's another one here for you if you've very good."
She boosted her price, the little tramp! I was so proud!
I hoped the camera was picking up the audio over the sound of the ocean at my back.
She took the money, put it in her purse.
"Let's start by getting you comfortable," Sam said, unbuttoning Bill's shirt.
Soon it was off. She pushed him to a sitting position on the foot of the bed, bent over, pulled his shoes and socks off.
Pushed him onto his back and went for his belt.
I could see, poking though his pants, his erection, something he intended to use on. . .but, no, I wasn't going to think of her
as my wife for a couple of hours.
"Not so fast", he said,"slow down."
"Not fast at all. I'd like to start by giving you a massauge. We have a lot of time, and I want it to be special for you."
He finished opening his slacks, slid them off. Now he was only in briefs, and now his erection was very obvious.
Not bad. Seen bigger. But not on me.
" Sam, I think your outfit is hiding a sexy body, and I want to see it."
She stood up, and I focused on her face, where I could see her "I'm going to like this" expression on her face.
"Well, a little right now just to keep your 'interest' up."
Her hand went to her hip - I want to believe it was shaking a bit - but she managed, after a couple of trys, to unhook the clasp on her skirt,
and zip it down. I watched as she slowly guided it down over her hips.
And she stepped out of it. Her blouse was cut something like a man's dress shirt, long in front and back, somewhat shorter on the sides. I
could see that she was wearing skimpy bikini style high cut panties under the white blouse. They were a tan color, and if they were the ones I was
thinking of, they were sheer enough so that her darker pubic hair would show thru. And her wonderful legs were exposed. Her heels - they were
still on, completed a very sexy picture, shot through the white haze of the curtains.
I could feel my own cock throbbing, ready to come.
"That's a good start, Sam. Keep going." Where did she get this stuff?
Very slowly she began unbuttoning her blouse. "I want you to know I don't do this very often" she said.
I thought,"And ain't THAT a crying shame!"
"I only know that Don said you were worth every penny."
By now her blouse was hanging from her shoulders, bra visible.
It was a strapless bra, she just unhooked it, and off it came, from under her blouse. The cleavage was exposed, there was a flash of breast:
wonderful, and I could tell her nipples were erect, too. I could see them poking at the blouse's material. What a picture!
I saw Bill reach into his shorts, and squeeze the head of his cock. He was ready to come already. I was sure Sam was enjoying displaying
herself, and being admired. I'm ashamed to say that I liked seeing her there, dressed in panties and blouse, in front of this guy, too.
"On your belly, Bill."
He obeyed.
Sam reached into her purse, brought out a plastic bottle of Jergen's Baby oil. Some went onto her hands, then her hands went to his back. She
straddled him on the bed, and I saw her lean into the massage. She arranged his arms over his head, moved up on his body so she was kneeling
astride his upper back, and she worked each arm, hard.
Then she worked on his back.
She moved further toward the foot of the bed, now sitting astride his
knees, and worked his lower back.
Now Sam was kneeling so that his feet were under her hips, and she worked his upper thighs.
She paused for a minute. Then she sat upright, he blouse now fully open. I could see her breasts, but Bill still was facing the wrong way.
"Bill, lift up a bit."
He did, and she leaned forward, running her hands from his outer thighs, up over his hips, to his waist. I saw her grasp the material of his
shorts, and begin moving her hands downward, again.
The material slid easily over his buttocks, exposing his ass. It hung up, I guess his cock was pointing forward. Mine sure was.
He reached between his legs, releasing the shorts.
Sam pulled them down, slid off the bed, pulled them off his feet, and then got back on, her knees beside his, straddling him again.
I watched as she let her fingers trace down over his ass, as he wiggled with excitement.
Then they were on his buttocks, kneeding, spreading them.
I saw her lean forward, towards his ass.
Saw her tongue extend, touch him.
Saw him quiver with excitement.
"Slow down, I'm going to come!"
She sat back. "I thought you'd like that."
I saw her pour some oil into the small off his back, and begin working that puddle down, toward his ass and balls.
By now Bill was twitching, and his hips and pelvis were thrusting as though he was fucking the bed. The head of his cock had to be getting
sore from all of the squeezing he was giving it.
By now my own shorts were wet with cum, but I couldn't stop looking. I watched as Sam lifted one of her legs, and moved Bill's to the outside of
her knee. She did the same thing on the other side. Now he was laying on his belly, with this wonderful woman between his legs, at about knee
level.
Some oil on her hands, then I watched her lean forward again, I saw her breasts caress his back, then his ass.
I thought "That looks good!"
"Oh, that feels good," he said.
"Mmmmm. It sure does" came from Sam.
A few minutes later: "Sam, I can't take much more of this."
"No? How about this, then?"
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# Posted: 10 Jun 2008 21:48:23
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great story so far, I love reading about good women doing it for the first time and the metamorphis that follows
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# Posted: 12 Jun 2008 02:43:20
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Chapter 5
She slid down a bit, had a hand on each ass cheek, seemed to be spreading them, then relaxing, then spreading again. . One hand released one cheek, moved between his legs, and began stroking, I think, his cock. The other
seemed to be fingering his anus. Then I was sure of that, both beccause her hand changed position and I could see an extended finger moving up and down, and Bill's reaction. He muttered something about getting fucked
in the ass.
Only a minute went by before he got on his knees, then rolled over, cock bobbing.
Sam, seeing what he was doing, slid off and stood at the foot of the bed, her blouse covering her breasts again, as Bill sat up. She was standing pretty much between his knees.
He reached up to the collar of her blouse, began spreading it.
Sam's hands went behind her to the front edge of the dresser, and she held it. I could see she was almost shaking. Scared? Lust? Both? But the side view of this nude man sitting, reaching to my wife's blouse, to open it and expose her, was an absolute new high in erotic sights.
Then, the blouse opened, and first one breast, then the other, was exposed. Nipples erect. Face blushing. Her own hips, I could see, were making small motions, the way I knew they did when she was very excited. She was
posing for him.
"What nice tits you have, Sam. I keep forgetting to appreciate them," I thought.
"What perfect tits!", Bill said.
"Turn around. Face the mirror."
She did.
Bill, again grabbed the head of his cock and squeezed.
Then sitting, he put his hands on her hips, under the blouse, hooked his fingers, and pulled my wife's panties down, over her hips, past her knees, to the floor. Her blouse was long enough to cover her ass, which was pretty much right in front of Bill's face.
This was making a wonderful video. Couldn't wait to watch it.
"Step out of them."
She did.
He stood behind her, I saw his cock poking at her back.
He bent his knees a little, then stood upright again, and his cock picked up the back of the blouse. It had to be sandwiched between her ass cheeks. Wonderful!!
His hands reached around her, under her arms, since she was once again holding onto the edge of the dresser, watching in the mirror.
They cupped her breasts. They were both looking in the mirror as this guy played with my wife's tits!
"I love looking at your body. It's beautiful. (Just what she needed to hear.) And I can't wait to use it!"
My wife's back arched, breasts pushing forward, into his hands, and her ass, toward his cock. And my own cock was throbbing, too.
He left one breast go, and that hand, again, squeezed his cock, hard.
"He'll never make it into her" I thought/ hoped/hoped against.
"Sam?"
"Mmmm?"
"Sam, can I look at your, uh. . ."
She looked at him in the mirror, saw that he was looking at her crotch, and said "Well, Bill, that's already paid for."
She turned to face him.
He put his hands on her waist, sort of lifted her, until she was sitting on the dresser.
He sat in front of her, on the edge of the bed.
She had her knees together, was sitting upright.
"Please lean back a bit."
She did, resting on her elbows, head back.
He put a hand on each knee, slowly moved them apart.
Now I had a side view, but Bill had the best seat in the house.
I watched his hand move up her leg, until it reached her crotch. I saw a familiar motion. He was finger fucking my wife!
"Oh, that's nice" she said.
Sam was doing a lot of twitching now, too.
A moment later she was off the dresser, and turned her back to him, again.
His hand reached around her hip, slid over her pubic mound to her thigh. The other went to her other thigh. And he pulled at her legs. She acccomodated him, so that she was standing with her feet a couple of feet apart.
Then one hand returned to her breast, the other came up, it looked like it was tracing up the inside of her thigh, until I saw the expression on her face as she looked over her shoulder at him.
"Oh" was all she said, I had zoomed in on her face, then let the camera's view fall, and I could see his wrist moving up and down. He confirmed my suspicion when he said "You sure feel ready to fuck right now".
I knew that was true. If I played and teased Sam her vagina would be all wet and dilated by the time my cock got to it. It's wonderful. And this stranger was finding that out, too. Of course, two hours ago my own cock was spreading that cunt, and, I realised, getting it ready for his.
I zoomed back to a full body view.
The hand that was working her breast stopped.
It went to her back, just below her neck.
The other flattened against her pubic mound.
He pushed with the upper, pulled with the lower, while her hands slid apart along the dresser edge until her head was almost touching it. Her head was up, looking at him, and at herself, in the mirror. She was in the
classic "getting my self fucked from behind" position.
The hand he had on her back grabbed the shirt tail end of her blouse, which was draped on his cock, and pulled it up, onto her back. She was bent over, ass exposed now, with a throbbing cock pretty much in her ass's crack.
The same hand that moved the blouse grabbed his cock. I thought he was about to squeeze its head again, but no! He moved closer, with his hand on its shaft. He was probing! I didn't know if I could watch, I had sudden misgivings as he guided his cock where only mine had been for a lot of years. Yeah, I know, a little late now.
He moved his cock lower, and his hand in front seemed to lift my wife's ass higher - unless she did that on her own to make it easier for him, would she do that? The answer was "yes". She was still wearing her heels, but I saw her tip her ass back and up, 'presenting' her pussy for this stranger's cock.
He moved the head of his cock around, and I watched as she put her forehead on the dresser to support herself, and reach to spread herself, until he moved in in one stroke, and my wife's face took on a surprised, shocked, excited expression. Well, there it was! No doubt about it.He was fucking my wife and she was loving it! The sad thing is that I was even more excited than when I fucked her !
Now he moved his hands to her hips, and was driving her back onto his cock, making her meet his thrusts. I saw inches of oily, wet cock exposed, then buried in her, again and again and heard her urging him on. I never knew she had such a dirty mouth. Hmmm.
My free hand was stroking my own cock in time with him.
But he fucked her for only a couple of minutes.
"Now?" he asked.
"I kind of hoped you forgot."
What was going on?
"No, and it's something I always wanted to try."
"OK."
She stood up, faced him.
Took the bottle of oil, got some on her hands.
They weren't quite body to body, his cock was beside her hip, and she was rubbing it with oil, while kissing him.
Why the oil? They were both soaking with her juices.
In a moment, she turned back, and I could see he had his fingers back in her cunt, while the kiss continued over her shoulder.
Then when she turned too far, he was kissing or biting her neck. Great! Hickeys, even.
And then she bent away from him.
He took the oil, poured some on her back.
Began rubbing it on her ass. Then his fingers were in it!
OH! MY! GOD! He was going to fuck her in the goddamn ass!!!!!!
I knew when this was over, I was really in for it.
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I couldn't believe it! I had set my own wife up to get ass-fucked.
Dear God, take me now. . . . no, wait a little. I want to watch this first
"Umph. Go easy" she said, as the head of his cock began pressing against her anus.
Then, with a push, he started in! I nearly nutted right then and there!
In and out, back and forth, over and over. All I had was my hand.
"Oh, it's so tight - like a ring around my cock!"
In just a few more strokes his timing changed - I knew he was shooting his cum into my wife's ass!
He was grunting, and Sam was making little "oh" noises with each stroke.
I saw her move her hand between her legs, probably giving herself more pleasure. He accidently pulled out
once, taking too big a stroke, in his excitement. I saw a spurt of cum as he rammed forward again, missing, then
finding his target. Ow, that had to hurt. Both of his hands were on her hips as he pushed back in! I loved it!
He stroked, she wiped some cum off her hand onto her blouse. In a few moments he pulled out, sat down. There
was cum dripping from his cock, and I think from Sam's ass. She wiped herself with the tail of the blouse, turned
to face him. As luck would have it, she turned away from the window. I zoomed the lens, dropping my sight to
her ass. I could see white drippings, which she still was unconsciously wiping with her blouse's tail.
"Well, are you more relaxed, now, Bill?"
"Oh god yes. I needed that." Some minutes passed, with him sitting, puffing on the bed. Sam, facing him, was
leaning back against the dresser, legs apart, pelvis tipped upward so her vagina was open to him, blouse draped
from her shoulders, covering nothing, just drawing attention to her breasts. I was thinking,"Fuck her again,
you idiot!" Then I remembered she was my wife. Oh, well. Someone ought to fuck her. I'm not likely to get
the chance again anytime soon.
"Hand me my wallet."
It was on the dresser. Sam handed it to him.
"Here's a $100 tip for a great night. Don was right. I m gonna remember this for a long time, but now I've got
to get some sleep."
Sam looked a little shocked because she was being dismissed like that. After we fuck, we cuddle in each
other's arms. But she understood, this was sex, not love. Nothing personal, just business.
"Thanks, Bill. I had a good time."
She began buttoning the blouse, and reaching for her skirt.
I made my way down Bill's beach path, to the lobby, and up to the room. The camcorder got quickly put away, I
stripped, turned on the tv, got into bed.
A few minutes later the room door opened, and in came my wife, looking flushed, excited, worried.
"I thought you'd be asleep."
"Not a chance. Tell me all about it."
"Just a minute."
She retreated to the bath room for a couple of minutes. I heard the shower run a bit.
When she came out I found myself very excited to be looking at this woman who had just been fucked.
"Well, wise guy, you won your bet, and I made $800. Here's half."
"Tell me".
"Well, we talked in the bar for a while. I made up some story about liking to pick up handsome strangers for
excitement when I travel. He asked me if I was free tonight. 'Not free, but available', I told him. He said that's
what he meant.
"Anyhow, honey, we went to his room. He was so horny he had to keep squeezing his penis so he wouldn't
come."
"That means you really excited him. See, you're still a 10".
"Yeah, yeah. Anyhow, I took off my skirt, so I was just wearing my blouse and panties."
"And then?"
"Well, I got him undressed to his shorts, and began giving him a baby lotion back rub. He kept squeezing
himself. Finally he turned over, and his penis came out of his shorts. I was sitting right beside him, and he
began squirting all over my blouse. Look!"
She showed me the stains, they were consistent with her story, but I knew it was a lie, or at least, not complete.
Still, I couldn'ttell her I was a Peeping Tom, and had her getting ass-fucked on tape.
"That's all that happened?"
"Yeah."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, of course."
"I wish I could have seen that."
"Are you one of those guys who wants to see his wife get it on with another guy?"
"No! I mean, maybe. I don't know what I mean. Come to bed. I want some of what you were offering him. And
tell me all about it again."
Anyhow, there I was. I knew her story wasn't true, and lost the opportunity to tell her I knew what happened.
Turns out that was another big screwup on my part. Just one of many, I guess.
But it may get worse.
Next month I'm going to a major convention in my industry. Sam would like to go - it's in Atlanta, a city we both
like. But the problem is this.
Sometimes late at night, I go down and watch the video I made. I copied it onto the final hour of movie I taped -
there's a half hour of blank tape between the end of the movie and my "Sam does Hilton Head" video, so
it's safe, and it makes me very horny. Hell, I can get a hardon just looking at the box.
We came home from a party two nights ago, Sam had to drive, I'd had too many cocktails, way over my limit.
But it didn't affect my sex drive, just my judgement.
We went to bed, both too horny to sleep. The bad news is I was feeling sexy, on the verge of perverted, I
thinking about Hilton Head, and it turns out, so was Sam.
"Remember how you said you'd have liked to have been there with me on Hilton Head," Sam said.
"Yeah, it's turned into a real turn on for me, I'm ashamed to say."
"Well, what would you want to do if you were there, just sit and watch?"
It was the drink talking. I was sure.
"No, I'd want to be part of it next time."
"You mean, a threesome - two girls and you?"
"No, I mean a threesome, two guys and you."
"Oh. Interesting."
Sam moved down in the bed, I could feel her breath on my belly.
"Just exactly what did you have in mind? I don't think I could satisfy two men at the same time."
Notice she didn't say 'I don't want to', just 'I couldn't'.
"For the sake of argument, honey, let's suppose I was willing. What is your fantasy, oh master?"
I couldn't keep my mouth shut. Sometimes I don't talk when I should, othertimes, like now, I talk when I
shouldn't.
"It has a couple of parts."
I pushed her off me, onto her back. Moved along side her. Kissed her, while my hand found its way to her cunt.
"I'd like to kiss you, like this, and have you kiss me, like you are doing, and I'd like the other guy to have his
cock poised right at the lips of your vagina, like my fingers are, now, and I'd like him to slowly start going into
you, like my fingers are now, while I'm kissing you, because I want to know if I could tell, from kissing you, just
when someone else's cock is going in for the first time."
Sam began heaving against my fingers, I felt her dilate, get wetter, and she came - in seconds. Not a record, but
damned near.
"Oh, you are an evil man" she said later, after we both calmed down.
I felt her fingers, and her breath, again, working on my body.
"What are the other parts, you wonderful pervert?"
I rolled her on her back, and half sat up in bed. I pulled the covers off both of us. "Get on your back. That's
good, now sit with your head against my belly.
"Good. Now spread your legs a little, knees up a bit.
"That looks just like I imagined it.
"I'd like to sit here like this, with you, like this, while the other guy moves up between your legs. I'd like you to
open them a little wider, just like - that -, and rotate your pelvis up, just like you are doing now, and we'd both
watch while his cock sinks into your cunt." Sam started quivering, rolled me onto her. "Fuck me, you
bastard!"
I did. She came, again. Me too.
Afterwards: "You have an exquisitely dirty mind, sir. I really admire that in my men."
A little later still.. .
"What else?" she asked.
I thought I was physically spent, but the booze and the boner once again responded. Not bright, but reliable.
"Nothing too exciting. I think the classic three some has one guy - that would be me - on my back, like this."
"Yeah?"
"You'd be kneeling at the foot of the bed, sort of - yes, just like that."
Yeah?"
"And sucking me off, while the other guy does you doggy style."
She sucked me, but not for long, before I moved behind her. I reached around, and she sucked my fingers while
I fucked her from behind.
It didn't take long before we both exploded again that night.
Later she asked "Anything else?"
"No".
"What about, you know. . .?"
"What?"
"Well, one cock in my cunt, and the other in my, uh. ."
"Ass?"
"Yes. You know, sometimes when we're screwing, you get get a finger in there, too, and you said you can feel
your cock. Maybe you'd like to feel someone else's. . . "
Yep, that was provoctative enough for us to have sex again. Twice more, in fact.
I was dead, wasted.
I went to work early the next day, that was yesterday, before Sam was out of the shower. I was a bit hung over,
and upset all day, over what happened the night before. I thought I might have gone too far.
Last night we met for dinner at a favorite restaurant.
"Sam, I was out of line last night. I'm sorry."
"Don't be. It was really exciting for me."
"Well, it was just the drinks talking."
"Honey, sometimes we all get these weird urges. That's ok. In fact, I have one, too"
"Oh, really? Well, you have two choices. You can tell me now, or show me later."
"I'm not ready to show you and I may not have the nerve to tell you. Oh, what the hell. Since you were so
understanding about how upset I was about my birthday, and you let me - well, you know - I want to do
something extra-special for you."
"Sam, you don't have to do anything."
"I want to. I want to go to your convention."
"And. . . . "
"And, I want to find a guy there who will let me act out all of our fantasies for us. There, I said it. Now you don't
say another word. Just think about my offer for a while, ok?"
"Sam, I. . ."
"Not another word for a while. I mean it. And, I think it's a real turn on. I've been thinking about it a lot."
That was yesterday. The convention's next month,
What the hell do I do now?
Tell her I know what happened at Hilton Head?
Tell her I made up the story about the threesome?
I really don't want the threesome to happen, but if she's there, and we get excited, it could happen anyway. My
dick sometimes acts on its own!
What the hell should I do?
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# Posted: 13 Jun 2008 10:09:15
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What should you do. Easy. Carry on with the story. Its great.
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# Posted: 13 Jun 2008 15:11:41
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great story, loved it. A good wife, gets turned on to new sex and finds she enjoys it alot. AWSOME
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# Posted: 13 Jun 2008 18:15:48
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very good story thank you
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Fred Jones
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# Posted: 13 Jun 2008 19:00:28
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Different story- Similar vein.
Chapter 1
"Honey, I want to get an early start today. I'll grab an Egg McMuffin
on the way to work. Stay in bed for a while, OK?" His lips brushed mine,
and he was gone. Romantic, huh? I'd get more warmth from a water cooler.
"What's the matter with him? What's the matter with me?" That damned
project at work was eating him up. He hadn't touched me in a month and it
was driving me nuts!
I rolled onto my back, and wiped a tear from my eye. I had a late
morning appointment, so I had the 'privilege' of staying in bed for another
hour. Alone. Privilege, hell! Being in bed without him with me wasn't a
privilege. Our marriage was becoming little more than an afterthought in
both our lives.
I realized I had pulled at my nightgown, and my fingers were now
absentmindedly stroking my vulva.
". . .oh. . ."
The stroking, still gentle, was no longer absentminded.
"Just along the lips. . ." I thought.
". . .oh. . ."
Forget the absentminded, it's time to get serious.
That does feel so nice, so warm. "Why isn't he doing this to me?" There
was moisture, now, lubrication, like cream, along my outer lips. I let my
fingertips enter, just a little. "How could he not want to do this?" I
wondered, and then my fingertips found that nub - it's always a little
shocking, how sensitive it is. . .
I couldn't - no, that's not true, I wouldn't stop. I let my fingertips
brush against my clit, slowly, then faster and faster, playing a one string
arpeggio, until. . .
. . . until. . . release. Release. AAhhhhh.
Dammit.
But - not a lot of satisfaction. All that warmth, all that lubrication,
all that passion, wasted.
"I've got to do something about us" I muttered to myself later, in the
shower.
That evening, at dinner, it was just the two of us at Hilton Hotel
Restaurant, overlooking Austin's skyline. It's a wonderful restaurant, we
had a simple meal, wine . . . it should have been romantic.
It wasn't. It was food, fuel, taken mechanically. I could have been a
co-worker, not a wife, a lover. What's happened to us?
"Liz, let's go home. I'm beat," he said.
"May as well," I agreed. "I need to stop in the lady's room."
"I'll wait in the bar. We can have a nightcap, anyway, before we go,"
he said, leaving me.
Ten minutes later - that's all the time it took to weep a little, and
then fix the damage - I went looking for my husband. I found him talking
to a younger woman, a very pretty one. He saw me, and pointed to me.
"See, there she is, she's coming now."
The woman, turning, saw me, and walked away.
"What's that all about?"
"Oh, she's, ah, I guess you'd call her a 'working girl'. She tried to
interest me, and I told her I wasn't interested, and I was married, and my
wife would be right here. And, then, there you were."
"It looked like you were interested in her. Were you? Would you have
used her if I wasn't here?"
"Of course not."
A prostitute? She could have been a coed. Hookers, in Austin? Well, what
do you know? How naive I was. I wanted to know more.
"Dave", I asked, as he drove towards our house, "what do they do?
Hookers, I mean. What do they charge?"
"'Fraid I don't know too much about that stuff, honey. When I told her I
was married, she said she'd do things I'd never ask you to do. Ahh, and she
said a couple of hundred dollars would buy me an hour of heaven."
"Oh."
The rest of the drive was silent - no tension, just the kind of silence
married people are used to, when they're tired.
I wasn't that tired, though. My mind was racing. "Things I'd never do?
Hell, I'd do anything for this guy - to this guy. Maybe I'm just not exciting
enough!"
My mind focused on that idea. "That's it! I'm not exciting enough to
interest him anymore!"
But I can be! Oh, yes, I can be!
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Chapter 2
Dave got into bed quickly that night, as he usually does. I wasn't too far behind.
His eyes were shut, he couldn't have seen I was wearing a little baby doll
night gown that hadn't seen the light of night for years. Only this time,
I had left the panties in the drawer. Do or die time.
His back was to me. I cuddled close, and he made himself comfortable,
warm against me. I had one arm around him, on his chest.
"Dave?"
"Mmmm?"
"Dave, what would you have wanted that woman to do to you, or with you, that I
don't do?"
"Mmmm - you mean that prostitute I was talking to?"
"Yeah, her."
"I'd never use a prostitute. I'm married, and I love you. Let's go to
sleep, honey."
"But if you did, what would you want. Come on, you can tell me!"
"I don't know - maybe I'd want her to go down on me, or something."
"I do that."
"No, I mean like, maybe, all the way, you know, until I came, or something."
"Oh."
I thought about that for a while. His breathing smoothed out, he was
going to sleep. Oh no he wasn't!
I moved my hand down his chest, over his belly, to his groin.
"Hey mister, for a hundred dollars I'll do things to you your wife never
does."
I felt his body go rigid - there was a stirring in his groin. Maybe he
wasn't going to sleep, after all.
"What?"
"Mister, for a hundred dollars I'll do things to you your wife never
does."
Did I really say that? How corny.
He rolled over on his back and looked at me, wide awake now.
"A hundred dollars?"
He was getting an erection. It was working!
"Yeah, a hundred."
"OK. You got a deal, lady."
"What do you want, mister?" I thought I knew, but I wanted him to tell
me.
"First, I want some light in this room."
I got up and turned on the bathroom light. With the door open, the
bedroom was softly lit.
"Heeyyy, I like that outfit!"
He was getting turned on. My evil plan was working.
"It's all part of the service, sir."
I heard the sound of some pajama snaps opening.
He pulled the sheet off - it was obvious now that he WAS turned on!!
"Come here, woman."
I did, kneeling on the bed.
"Lay on your side, with your head down there."
I did that, too, my head on his thigh, his cock just in front of my
face.
"Now take me in your mouth!"
I did, feeling that cock between my lips, my tongue probing, licking,
then releasing it, moving down the shaft, to his scrotum, and nuzzling
that, too, and back up, fully involved in giving him pleasure. I knew what
he wanted, it would be different. This time, I decided I'd let him do it
in my mouth, at least a little.
He said something I couldn't make out.
"What did you say, lover?"
"Pull your nightgown up a little."
It wasn't covering much, but I pulled it on up to my waist, I was actually
enjoying seeing him watch me as I licked at him, and enjoying seeing him
look at me, uncovered, expecting him to move, to go down on me, too. I was
so horny!
He said something else.
"What, lover?"
"My wife would never do that, and touch herself at the same time. I
want you to."
"What??"
"I want to see you masturbate while you're sucking on me. Go on. Do it!"
I was a hired whore for my husband tonight. I wanted to excite him.
I freed a hand, and used that hand to touch myself, while the other
stroked his penis, and I sucked on him. I could feel how excited he was!
My fingers found me wet, excited, too. Tingly!
I moved again, so now I was kneeling beside him, three fingers exciting me, the other
hand holding his cock still so my mouth and breath could excite him!
I was lost in the role I was playing, and remembered something I read,
something both depraved and delicious. I'd do it!
My mouth held his cock, while my hand reached for, and found, his hand.
I drew it to his cock.
Wrapped his fingers around it.
My hand held his, held his fingers around his cock.
And I began masturbating him, having him masturbate himself, in time
with what my mouth was doing to him, and my fingers were doing to me, to my
own cunt.
That worked! This was so much fun!
He was making small thrusts now with his hips, all excited.
I could feel him grow larger and warmer in my mouth, and could feel myself
grow warmer and wetter in my hand.
"Oh!"
His cock grew, throbbed. There was a thrust in my mouth, and then an
eruption, a spurt. And another, and another. I turned my head to look at
him, his cock still in my mouth, to see him looking at me, his mouth open,
his hand pumping his cum into me.
He slipped from my mouth, I felt wetness on my cheek, then captured his
cock again, sucking, swallowing, and my own fingers pushed me over the
edge, too, and I shuddered with excitement and release. . .
And relaxed, my head falling to his groin, sticky now, covered with my saliva, and
some of what he gave me, too, still leaking from my lips.
"God, you look sexy - what a night" he muttered. "She couldn't have
done as well."
I moved beside him, hair messy, fingers wet, then his mouth covered
mine!
"Thank you, sweetheart."
And, we slept, in each other's arms.
"Good morning, honey." He woke me with a kiss. "I owe you a hundred
dollars."
"I was joking about the money."
"No, no, I have to give it to you. It completes the fantasy for me."
He went, naked, to his wallet, and brought back a fifty, two twenties,
and a ten. "Here."
He put the money on the night table, and came back to bed, not able to
hide his excitement. His "Excitement-o-meter" went from pointing at three
o'clock when he was standing beside the bed, to noon when he lay down.
Finally it was pointing at me, and then in me, time and again, causing and
measuring my own arousal. It was Great! Like newlyweds again.
After an hour, he struggled out of the bed again. "Hell, I'm going to
be late for work. But it's been worth it!"
He was late, and it was worth every minute.
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Chapter 3
It worked! He and I became a lot closer physically over the next couple of months.
No role playing - well, except every couple of weeks I'd respond to a
gentle push while we were making love, and went down on him, and he, on me, and we'd postpone actual intercourse, but not sexual gratification, until the next morning.
Finally, his project's product was ready for introduction at the
Pittsburgh Conference, a big deal show for analytical chemists.
"Take the week off," he begged, "and come with me. We'll have fun in
New Orleans." (Pittsburgh Conference, in New Orleans, you ask? It outgrew Pittsburgh sometime in the mid '60's.)
The Royal Orleans is a beautiful hotel, right in the French Quarter. I
loved it. We checked in Sunday night.
Dave had to be at the booth showing the new instrument every day, but
the big day for him was Wednesday, when he'd deliver a paper (no, he's not a paper boy, this was a formal presentation to scientists) and he was as up-tight as could be. He practiced every free moment, and finally
Wednesday came.
His presentation went over without a hitch. The introduction was a
success! "I'll catch up with you at the hotel" he told me. "I'm going for
a couple of drinks with Henry (that's his boss)".
I went to the room, and after a while went down the hotel's lounge.
Sure enough, Dave was there, and Henry was just leaving.
Dave had his last drink raised to his lips when I got to his side. "Hi,
big boy. You look like you've been working hard. Wanna buy a good time? I'll do things your wife never does. . ."
He turned to me, smiling, and a little surprised. He was remembering
the last time I said something like that. "Sounds good. How much?"
"Oh, an hour will cost you $200. Can you afford it?"
"Oh, baby, you're looking at one hot prospect. You bet I can. Your
place, or mine?"
"Yours!"
He took me by the hand, and led me to the elevators. In a minute or so
we were at our, no, his, room.
"Very nice," I said, walking in, looking out of the balcony, onto
Rampart Street.
"It is. So are you. I guess you want your money up front, huh?"
"Uh, yeah. It'll be, uh, $200."
He unfolded his wallet, extracted two bills, and held them out for me.
"You're really going to have to earn them tonight."
My husband was actually a little drunk!
I took them, folded them into my purse, and turned to him, feeling a bit
trashy, a bit nervous, and very excited.
"What would you like, that your wife doesn't give you?" I stood close to
him, allowed my hand to caress him - yes, he was excited.
"Oh, I'll think of something."
"Well, let me use your bathroom and freshen up, " I said, and not
waiting for permission, went in and closed the door. I had done a little
research about these matters. It didn't take long to get undressed. I
wrapped a towel around my body, and came out to find him naked, on the bed.
"I want a back rub, first."
That would be new. Not what I'd expected, but, why not?
Neck, shoulders - he was so tense!
Upper back, lower back.
"Keep going."
Buttocks, then thighs.
"Higher!"
Back to buttocks. O.K.
"Yes, there."
I was straddling him, rubbing hard, using the lotion the hotel supplies.
I was curious about all of this, too. I decided to explore a little.
Hands on each buttock, pushing, spreading.
There it was!
I let my fingers move into that crevasse, brush against his ass.
He arched his body - he liked it. "More!" I wanted to do more, too.
The finger, gently touching, pressed a little, then a little more, and -
its end disappeared.
And Dave was pushing into the bed, very aroused. "More!!"
I watched in amazement as my finger pushed in, feeling the tight ring of
his sphincter, and out, and in again. This was so cool! And so hot!
"That's so nice" he said, "and something my wife would never do."
"She doesn't know what she's missing," I replied.
"Enough of that. Get off me."
I did, laying beside him, ready for him to peel away the towel, and
empty his lust and his sperm and his passion into me..
"Roll over."
Oh? He's not ready? Maybe he wants to give me a backrub, too. But
that would be out of character, he'd do that for his wife, not me - he
interrupted my train of thought.
"No, no, not like that. Get on your hands and knees."
"Oh, doggy style. That'll be fun, I thought," as I did that, too.
He flipped the towel up on my back, and knelt behind me. I couldn't
wait.
I felt him guide his cock to my vagina, then -
"Uh!"
There was nothing subtle about that! He just rammed into me.
He had his hands on my shoulders, and pulled me back as he pushed
forward - it was the most violent sex we ever had! His hands went to my
waist, pushing and pulling me, while he stayed still, using my vagina as he
might have his own hand, to excite himself. I liked it, I liked him using
me to satisfy himself that way! I was drenched with sweat and slick with
my own lubrication.
Then, he withdrew: but he wasn't done. Neither was I. It was too soon
to stop.
I could feel his cock between my buttocks, and his fingers in me.
He was moving moisture, wetting me down between my buttocks!
Then I felt a blunt pressure on my anus - "Dave, what are. . ."
"Be quiet" he interrupted. "I wanted to try this with my wife for a
long time!" The pressure increased - he was so large, his pushing moved me, from on my knees to flat on my belly.
"Maybe that'll be better" he grunted, and moved over me, pressing again.
"Get your hands on your ass cheeks, spread them!"
I couldn't help myself - I reached behind me, pulling, spreading,
feeling more pressure, feeling him move his cock around, feeling my
spreading, and then, the pressure stopped, and a sense of fullness invaded my body - I felt stretched, some pain, and then his groin against my buttocks - he was fully in me!
These sensations were all different, the small pains, the feeling of him
moving, pushing, there, until I felt those small movements he makes, just
as he comes.
He collapsed on me, the stress of the project, of the presentation, and
the sex, finally exhausting him.
Finally, he rolled off me, asleep.
I cuddled against him, my own fingers busy, working on releasing me,
aware of him, aware of feeling sexy, of satisfying my husband, of being a
little trashy, and loving it. I knew I loved it, because it didn't take
much touching before I came, too.
We awoke in each other's arms.
"You're wonderful," he said. "Did I hurt you?"
"Dave, you probably don't want to hear this. I'll have trouble sitting
for a couple of days. I think you caused hemorrhoids!"
Nevertheless, we quickly took a shower together, and as quickly got back in bed, and instead of having sex, made love for an hour. "I have to go to the convention" he said, finally, at 10:30. "It's been a new product development and a presentation meeting and a way of meeting the sexiest wife a guy could have, all in one project. What can top this?"
Nothing could. We were acting like lovers again. My efforts paid off.
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When we returned home I took the $200 he gave me and bought a sexy
little black dress - you know the kind, short, simple, showing lots of leg.
I'd save it for a special occasion, I thought. To complete the outfit,
since it was going to be used for trashy occasions, I bought a garter belt
and stockings. That'll surprise him! Oh yeah, the whole outfit cost a lot
more than $200, but any women reading this would know that.
We didn't have the opportunity to play our game for a couple of months.
Dave was still busy at work, getting his new instrument into manufacturing,
and besides, we had plenty of quality time together, without me playing at
being a tramp.
Dave did say, though, he couldn't wait for "that other Liz" to show up.
Dave had to travel to Salt Lake City, to meet with some people who were
interested in the new product and had questions that were best answered
face to face.
"It's only a couple of days. Come along with me, OK?"
It was easy to take Wednesday and Thursday off. Besides, I wanted to
play whore to my husband again, and traveling provided the opportunity.
We arrived Wednesday afternoon, and toured the city, dominated by its
Mormon population. It was lovely.
Dave's meeting was the following morning. "Let's have dinner in the
hotel dining room" he suggested. That was OK with me.
"I've got to change," I told him.
"Oh. OK. I'll go down and wait for you. Or maybe," he hinted, "some
lovely woman will come by and keep me company."
He did want me to act like a whore again. If he knew what I packed,
he'd know I wanted to, too. I packed my special outfit. I decided to do
it right, and wore only the garter belt and stockings under the dress.
It fit so well, it made me feel sexy, and not really exposed. I
practiced sitting, though. It didn't take much of a mistake before
stocking tops were visible - I didn't want that to happen accidentally.
I was ready, and went down to find him in the lounge.
"Hi, big guy", I greeted him. "Wanna party?"
He turned to me, his eyes lit up with excitement. He extended his hand.
"My name's Dave. Who are you?"
"My friends call me Liz."
"Hi, Liz, I love your outfit. Want a drink?"
This was fun!
After a few minutes he said "Want to come to my room and see my
etchings?"
"For $200 I can be an art critic."
"Come on, then. Maybe you'll model for me, too." He stood, grabbed my
hand, and began leading me to the elevators.
Just as we got there we were intercepted by a well dressed tall, broad
man.
"Excuse me."
"Yes?" Dave asked.
"We don't allow this sort of thing in this hotel. Miss, if you don't
leave, I'll call the police."
We looked at each other, shocked.
"But, she's my wife!"
"Sir, come on. I saw what happened. Don't make this worse than it is.
Soliciting is a crime. So's hiring a prostitute. You'll be arrested, and
Salt Lake City has a policy of publishing John's names."
Dave simply left me and the man standing there, and walked to the front
desk. "I demand to see the manager."
A woman came out.
Dave, who's usually cool, went on a rant. "Accusing me of being a
John." "Accusing my wife of being a prostitute." "I'll sue you for every
nickel." These were some of his calmer lines.
I produced a driver's license for identity.
"But I saw her pick him up in the bar" the house detective complained.
Before it was over, we had an apology, and an offer to comp our room and
meals. Big deal, it was an expense account trip. Well, it was funny, but
it changed the mood for the eveing.
When we were finally alone at dinner, we couldn't help but laugh.
"You're too obvious when you play a hooker," Dave said, between
chuckles.
"Someday, maybe, you should try to pick up a stranger. I'd love to see
that!"
"You're out of your mind," I countered, "It's hard enough being able to
act like a whore for you!"
"I can dream, can't I?" he replied, and the conversation ended because
we saw the detective come into the dining room. Dave waved him over, and
bought him a drink. "All's forgiven."
There was no role playing that night.
On the flight home Dave regretted that.
"I like when you're trashy, Liz, it's fun."
"Maybe next time," I suggested.
He had a glint in his eye. "Yeah, maybe next time. There are some
things I'd like to do that my wife would never allow."
Wow. I wonder what he had in mind. He wouldn't say, though, "After
all, you're my wife. I wouldn't want to do tell you about that dark side
of my nature. Except, like I was saying, maybe sometime you should try it
outside the immediate family. That'd be an experience."
I dismissed that idea - "You're really brave, talking like that, when
we're on the way home. What kind of a guy would even think of such a
thing?"
"Oh, a voyeur kind of guy. But let's talk about how we're going to
spend my bonus, instead."
He kept his word - I tried to probe him, asking what he might want from
me, or from that other woman he picks up from time to time.
Nothing! No hint. "That'll be between that other Liz, and me, honey,"
is how he explained his reticence.
"That's OK", I thought. Life with Dave was pretty wonderful now. His
professional success was obvious, our personal life was exciting, filled
with all I hoped for. I had a warm, loving, successful husband who loved
me.
Three weeks later Dave was part of the team responsible for entertaining
an agent for an investor group that wanted to help take the small company
he worked for public. Bridge financing, IPO's, and dreams of making a
basket full of money on the options Dave held sure got our interest.
The on site due diligence went on for a couple of days - that's the in
depth investigation these guys do before committing to the deal. It's a
high pressure time, there's a lot at stake.
"My turn in the barrel tonight, Liz" Dave explained. Henry, Dave's
boss, had agreed to the VC's (Venture Capitalist's) request that he have an
afternoon and evening alone with Dave, who after all was the bright eyed
guy who developed the product that was making the company a winner.
Henry, Dave said, told him "Don't lie to Mr. Spart, answer his
questions, and be a good host. He figures you're a key man in this deal,
and if you impress him, he thinks making you manager of a new division
would really move us along. Go get him!"
Mr. Spart, Dave told me, "He said to call him 'Tony'" was a guy about
40, really smart, and "I think I could like working with this guy".
About 9 that evening I got a phone call from Dave.
"How's your evening going, honey?" I wanted to know.
"Tony's quite a guy, we're really hitting it off. We're going over to
his hotel to have a nightcap in a half hour or so."
"Good. I guess you'll be home by eleven or so, then, huh?"
"Uh, yeah, maybe. Uh, Liz. . ."
"What, honey?"
"Honey, do you think that other Liz might be around?"
"She'll be waiting for you when you get home, big guy, if that's what
you want.."
"That's not what I mean, honey. This is a big deal, this deal with
Tony."
"I know that."
"Well, he was asking me if there was any action in town. . ."
"What kind of action - wait, do you mean, like, hookers?"
"Yeah, like hookers."
"Well, that hotel, isn't that where that woman tried to pick you up?
Won't she be there?"
"I don't know, but I was thinking about something else. You know, like
the way you like to act, sometimes? Like, I'd like to see you do that for
real, sometimes, and maybe. . ."
"You don't mean, you can't possibly be thinking, that I'd. . ."
"That's exactly what I was thinking, because you're so good when you act
like that, and if you tried to pick me up tonight I'd buy you for Tony!
There, I said it."
"How could you even think of such a thing?"
"I told you," he started to say, "that I have a dark side . . ." but by
then I slammed the phone down. I didn't want to hear anymore. I was
irate!
I mean, pretending to pick up my husband was one thing, but to actually
pretend to be a prostitute, a whore, a hooker, with another guy, that was
outrageous!
Unthinkable!
My intellectual side was furious with my husband, but my emotional side
let itself be heard, too.
I realized I was horny! How could that be?
How could approaching a stranger, even if he was as safe as can be, and
having a fling, a one-nighter, excite me?
A stranger, touching me! A stranger that my husband approved of,
touching me!
Fucking me!
Outrageous!
I realized I had gone to the bedroom, full of fury, slamming the door
closed, hard enough to tilt a picture on the wall.
Another door slammed - I looked, and realized it was the closet door,
and that I had taken out the simple black dress.
What was I doing?
A shower. That'll help me think, and cool down, and drown some of the
anger I was feeling.
I realized it wasn't all anger. There was excitement, too. What an
outrageous idea, to seduce someone.
Could I even do that?
Well, it worked on my husband. I was probably pretty enough. I looked
in the bathroom mirror as I toweled myself dry, taking inventory. If I
dressed nicely, I realized, I'd look younger than thirty-two. There wasn't
much fat reflected in the mirror. My nipples were erect, my whole body
looked a little flushed.
I was horny!
He wants me to be a whore for a night. How could he think that about
me?
Besides, what would a whore really wear when she was working?
"Well," my intellectual side said, "she'd dress for the environment.
Like, that hotel has lots of parties, so she'd probably wear a dress like
mine. I wonder if she'd wear a bra, or anything? You wouldn't want to
look too trashy, but salesmanship means making the buyer want to buy. Try
it on, see how it looks."
That was a harmless idea. I'd do it! I'd see what it looked like to
dress the part.
"A working girl would wear the garter belt and stockings."
I had that stuff. I wrapped myself with the garter belt, pulled on the
stockings, and looked into the mirror again. "Ridiculous!" There was a
woman, naked, except for stockings! "But that's a pretty common thing in
those girlie magazines Dave used to buy," my brain reminded me.
I looked again.
That's right! I looked a little like some of those porno photos. Well,
would my black dress look OK over just my body? It was too obvious when we
were in Salt Lake City. That was earlier in the day, though.
It did look good! The neckline scooped enough to show just the tops of
my breasts and a little cleavage. I didn't have big breasts, so it looked,
I thought, all right. I reached for the hair brush, and got my hair
falling just the way Dave liked it - softly, to my shoulders, with just the
most subtle wave.
Makeup! Not much needed. A darker than usual lipstick.
Scent: neck, ears.
Hmmm. I reached behind me, moved the dress's zipper down. I watched in
the mirror as it fall from my shoulders, and off. That was sexy! I'd bet
a lot of guys would like to see that. I added scent to cleavage, and a
little to thighs - no one was going to smell that, of course, but it felt
good anyhow. I put the dress back on.
I felt so damned sexy, and horny. It was still early, Dave wouldn't be
home for a couple of hours. He'll be so surprised to see me dressed like
this when he comes in. Me, all dressed up like one of those women, like
the woman I sometimes pretended to be, for him.
"The nerve of him", I thought, "wanting me to go there to the hotel, and
play my game, with this other guy."
Even while thinking it, I realized I was at the door, car keys in my
hand.
Even more surprising was finding myself in the car, driving to the
hotel. What was the matter with me?
Then, I understood. I liked pretending to be trashy, to be a whore. My
husband liked it too. And he wants me to do this!
AND SO DO I!!!
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I parked the car in the hotel's garage, went to the lobby, and to the
lady's room there.
A quick inspection in the mirror. Who was this woman, looking back at
me?
She looked wholesome enough - what was she doing here? How dare she?
This was crazy.
I can't!
I left the rest room, back to the lobby, and down the stairs to the
garage. I mean, playing the whore for my husband was one thing, but
actually being one was something else - it wasn't me!
Two guys were coming up the stairs as I was going down, and stepped
aside as I passed.
"Miss, you're one beautiful looking woman" one said to me as I passed.
"I wish you were weren't leaving."
I didn't say a thing, but continued to the garage, feeling complemented.
I guess a working girl would have stopped and solicited them.
At the door of the garage, I stopped. "I don't want to go!" my mind
shouted. I felt sexy, trashy, and I was here because my husband wanted me
to be here, and I wanted to be here, too. It was as much his doing as
anyone's. "I'll go there, play around a little, just enough to get him
upset, because he couldn't possibly want me to actually do it, and I wait
to see how he handles it!"
I walked fast through the lobby, took a deep breath, and went into the
lounge.
There he was, at a table, with another man - that must be Tony.
Oops - I didn't have a plan! What do I do now?
I'll let Dave do everything, I decided. Let him call the shots.
I noticed a small table across the lounge. I'd have to pass by Dave and
his guest to get there.
Dave saw me as I approached his table, his mouth gapped, and he made a
motion as if to stand, expecting me to join him. I didn't stop, of course,
I avoided eye contact, and went to my table. Tony didn't notice Dave's
reaction. He was looking around, I guess for a waitress or something. I
did get a quick head-to-toe examination by him, though, as he glanced
around the room.
I got to my table as the waitress got to theirs.
I was settling in, as she approached me. I guess every woman orders
white wine in a place like this. Anyhow, she got a glass of it for me.
I avoided looking toward Dave and Tony - it was difficult, but I did it.
I was able to watch Dave pretty well, though, with peripheral vision. He
was spending a lot of time looking at me, and from time to time his guest
did, too.
Something unexpected happened! A well dressed businessman sitting at
the bar came to my table. "May I join you?"
Now what? By then he was sitting down, introducing himself - "Hi, I'm
Mike. Do you live around here?"
I explained that I was waiting for my husband to show up, it was the
only story I could think of that would make him realize I wasn't available
for pick-up.
After a minute or two he left my table, and the lounge, knowing he was
looking for action in all the wrong places. If he only knew how excited,
how horny, his stopping at my table made me. He thought I was available. I
WAS sending out those vibrations!
Dave sure noticed what happened, though.
The waitress soon appeared at my table. "Those gentlemen wanted to buy
you your next drink." She presented me with another glass of wine, nodding
towards Dave and Tony.
I took the glass, smiled at them, and raised it in a toast.
Dave and Tony raised their glasses as well. After a sip, Tony came to
my table. "Miss, would you like to join us? My name's Tony, and my friend
is Dave."
He took my hand, and led me to their table. "Dave, this lovely creature
is Liz."
Dave stood, extending his hand. "Hi, Liz. I'm Dave."
"I don't often get to Austin," Tony said, making conversation, "but it's
a nice city. Where would a lovely woman like you suggest a visitor go?"
I talked about the LBJ Library on U of T's Campus, of the older parts of
town, some of the places I like to visit.
"You and Dave here have a lot of common interests, he was suggesting
some of the same places to me," Tony said. "My business here is almost
through, I hope I'll have some time to visit them."
That didn't sound very good - "Oh, what business are you in?"
"We do investments. My job is to do a preliminary investigation, and if
I like what I see, my boss comes and tries to do a deal. I like it here,
and I think my boss will like it too. After we do the deal, though, he's
the one who visits and keeps tabs on it. Austin is kind of a one night
stand for me. Dave and I are sort of celebrating doing a deal. What kind
of work do you do?"
I paused. "A little of everything."
"What's that mean?"
I looked at Dave for help.
He offered none.
I continued. "Oh, sometimes a little entertaining, things like that."
Tony wasn't dumb.
"Oh. Well, we could use some entertainment. Do you, uh, entertain at
night, sometimes?"
"Sometimes."
Dave spoke up. "Could we hire you to entertain us? We're having a
little celebration."
"You're having a private party here?"
"Yeah, Liz, we are," Dave said. "We're celebrating. Com'on. Join the
party.
"Tony, I'll bet she'd be happy to join the party for a fee."
"What's the going rate, Liz?" Tony asked.
"Uh, if I ever did anything like that, for the evening, it'd be $500."
"Hell, I'm good for that. You're on, Liz."
Tony was a little drunk! So, it seemed, was Dave.
"Lemme get another drink here for us," Dave said. "That OK with you,
Liz, before. . .?"
"Sure, let's do that, first,” Tony agreed.
Was my husband not wanting what he asked me to do? The drinks were
served, and Dave finished his, first.
I watched, wondering, almost hoping he'd do something to stop this.
But, he stood, reached for my hand, and pulled me to my feet. "Com'on,
Liz. Com'on, Tony. Let's go upstairs."
Tony turned to me. "Yeah, Liz, come on up."
"Come on, Liz. It'll be a great party!" My husband, his face flushed,
really did want this!
I stood, and watched Tony sign the check at the bar, arrange something
with the bartender, and lead us out.
"I'm having a couple of bottles of Champagne sent to my room. That'll
be a good start."
The three of us got to the elevator, and in. When the doors closed,
Tony turned to me.
"You're one beautiful woman, Liz. I'm glad you're coming up with us."
He held my hand, and pulled me closer, into an embrace. His head moved
toward me, and I reflexively tilted mine, and our lips met!
And his tongue pressed against my lips, and between them -
and I was kissing a man the way I only kissed my husband!
"It's going to be a nice party, Dave," Tony said, as he released me.
"Liz has the sweetest lips. Would you like to try them?"
He turned me around, facing my husband.
"Yeah, I would!"
In a moment I was in his arms, his kiss as passionate as Tony's.
"I think I'm going to get to do things tonight I never do with my wife"
he muttered, then kissed me again.
In a minute we were at Tony's suite - two rooms, a living room, and a
bedroom. Dave plopped himself down in the middle of the sofa. Tony got
the in-room music system on, and the sounds of a Spanish Guitar filled the
suite.
"Let's wait for room service. Look around, it's a nice suite."
Dave and I wandered into the bedroom, looked out the window, overlooking
the Austin skyline.
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# Posted: 15 Jun 2008 23:18:26
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I whispered to him, "Are you sure about this?"
"You bet! I want you do do anything he wants. He's a good guy, and I
want him to have a good time here."
"You asked for it, buddy!"
There was a knock at the door, and in came room service, with the two
bottles of Champagne in ice buckets, and 8 glasses, all on a cart.
"Anything else, sir?" the attendant asked, as Tony signed the bill.
"Nothing from you," Tony responded, closing the door.
"We're all set for our celebration," Tony said. "Let's get the business
out of the way, first." His wallet came out, and five one hundred dollar
bills appeared in his hand. "Put this away, Liz."
He picked up a bottle and went to sit on the sofa, where Dave had
returned. . The first cork went flying across the room, and the amber
fluid cascaded into three glasses.
Tony raised his. "To the success of our venture, Dave, and to a
memorable way of celebrating its start with Liz. Come on over here, Liz,
and sit between us."
Dave responded: "I'll drink to that. Will you, Liz?"
I lifted my glass, and joined in the toast.
Too soon, the glasses were empty.
There was silence for a minute.
"What are you guys celebrating?" I asked.
"Oh, a kind of partnership. It's sort of a way of sharing success. You
see, my company can provide the money to Dave's company for them to expand
pretty fast. In this kind of sharing, everyone wins. I really like
sharing. I like to share nearly everything."
"I especially like to share beautiful things."
"And, Liz, you're really beautiful."
He put his glass down, turned to me, and pulled me toward him, turning
me, so I was laying back in his lap. My legs almost automatically moved
onto Dave's lap.
He lifted me, until our lips met.
Again, lips touched, opened, and tongues touched.
"You're an exciting woman, Liz" he said, holding me with one hand, while
the other caressed my check, then my neck, and throat.
It reached the top of my breast, and I lifted up, my arms around his
neck, kissing back, as that hand went lower, under my dress until it found
my nipple.
He was touching my breast! Now what? Was I really doing this, this
whore role? With my husband right here?
I could feel Dave squirming under my legs, I could feel his excitement,
and mine, too.
"I love women who don't wear bras when they go out at night, Liz. You
feel so fine. . ." and there was another kiss.
The kiss ended. "Sit up a little, Liz." I did. I felt his hand on my
back, and the tension in the dress eased as the zipper he found glided
down, quietly.
I found myself staring at Dave, and he at me, as Tony pushed the dress
to my shoulders, and down to an elbow. "Pull that arm out, Liz."
There was fire, excitement in my husband's eyes. "Yeah, pull your arm
out!" he said.
I did, and used it to hold the dress against my chest.
"Now the other arm, Liz."
I did that too, and laid my head back down in Tony's lap, holding the
dress to my breasts.
"Dave, I'll bet you can figure out how to open that sash," Tony said.
Dave looked at it, and I looked at him. I looked as my husband reached to
my waist, and released the sash that helped the dress gather in at my hips!
"This party is getting pretty good now, Liz" Tony said. "Do you like
it, Dave?"
"Oh, yeah. She's great."
I looked up at Tony, my head on his thighs, while I held my dress in
place.
"You won't be able to cover yourself with that drss much longer, Liz",
Tony said. "There's something else better for you to be doing with those
hands."
I looked at him, not understanding.
"My belt, Liz, work on my belt."
I rolled my head - right there in front of me was his crotch.
I used one hand on his belt, holding my dress up with other.
He used his hands to grab at his belt, helping me get it released, and
then the buttons holding his pants together.
"You do the zipper, Liz."
I did do the zipper, while he unbuttoned the lower part of his shirt..
He bridged a little, and with both hands on his waistband, pushed down.
I lifted up a bit, and felt the band of material pass under my back, to
his knees.
When I let my head fall back, his penis was in front of my face.
He put a hand on my cheek, turning my head even more, and pulling me
toward that swollen organ.
"Take it, Liz, let the party begin."
"Do everything he wants," Dave told me.
I felt pressure against my lips, and at the same time felt a tug on my
dress. Dave was pulling it off!
I opened my mouth to accept Tony's cock, and at the same time lifted m |
