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 (My first story inspired by a tumblr post.  This scenario started popping
around my head the moment I saw this picture, and had to be written. 
Enjoy, and please reblog with credit to Grey Parrot.)
http://greyparrot79.tumblr.com/post/54685664999

   Indiscreet (FFM)

   It was only because the conference was in New Orleans that I even
thought to bring Her along.  As a newly appointed assistant professor, I
was expected to spend most of my time schmoozing--getting to know the
players in the field, the movers and shakers who would be reviewing my
papers, and more importantly, my grants.  But I'd lucked out in a couple of
ways: my talk had been scheduled for the first day of the conference, which
meant I could somewhat relax for the remaining days, and I'd been awarded a
decent travel allowance with my new position, so I wouldn't have to share a
room with another grad student or post-doc, as I had the years before.  I
let her know that I would have to spend an adequate amount of time in the
meeting, but that the evenings would be hers for dining out, drinking, and
I hoped, plenty of private romancing.  She agreed, figuring she could shop
or hang out at the pool while I was in sessions.  The day before she left,
though, she showed me her new swimsuit.  I really should have known right
then that we were headed for dangerous waters, but the effect of that
barely-there string bikini on me was fairly immediate, and seriously
clouded my judgment.  Especially when I saw the rear view.  You know how
some women shouldn't wear thongs?  She is not one of those women.  I was
pounding my cock into her and creaming into that sopping wet pussy before I
even got it off of her.  She made me clean her up with my tongue,
displaying her newly shaved mound.  I also got a scolding for messing up
the suit, and a lesson on "Hand wash only".  Well, newly-wedded bliss comes
with a price of domestic chores sometimes.



   So anyway, there we were, and things were going about as planned.  I
made my appearance at the opening night plenary, got introduced around a
bit at the subsequent reception and cocktail party, and retired early,
making the excuse that I had to present the next morning.  She was very
understanding, and we had a nice lovemaking session to help me sleep, and
she even gave me an unexpected blowjob in the shower the next morning,
"just to relieve the stress".  It didn't help my public speaking skills,
I'm afraid, but I muddled through the short talk anyway.  Fortunately, the
workshop audience was more interested in substance than style, and I
thought we had pretty damn good data, so I felt pretty relieved and even
uplifted when it was all done.  I went to try to find her for lunch,
thinking that what I really wanted to dine on was more of that slippery
shaven pussy, to see to Her Needs this time, you know?  Well, I was kind of
disappointed that she wasn't in the room, but I'd told her to get out and
sightsee or whatever while I was stuck in meetings.  I almost missed seeing
her note on the foot of the bed: "Went to the pool if you need me." Well I
needed Her alright.  And the memory of Her in that bikini almost ensured
that my Need wasn't going to fit into my swim trunks.  I gave him some
reassurances that he'd be well cared for eventually, and flipped on ESPN so
I could have some baseball scores in my brain for distraction.



   It was a hot sunny noon hour, but the rooftop pool area wasn't crowded.
She was reclining on the far side on a lounger and enjoying some warm rays.
She wasn't alone though.  Apparently she'd struck up conversation with a
very well-endowed young blonde, and appeared to be enjoying their chat
immensely.  They didn't look up until my shadow crossed their bodies and
blocked some of the sun.  She smiled and introduced me to Anna, who she
said was travelling here with her parents, who were both at the convention.
I should have asked then who they were, but Anna quickly gave me a gracious
Hello, and then She was chiming in a request that I go and get us all a
round of drinks.  Well, that did sound good to me, and I did remember to
make sure Anna was 21, but the poolside bar wasn't open, so I had to go
down to the lobby, and hope that I wasn't too obviously slacking.  Most of
the power-suited bigwigs though were on their way to power lunches, so I
managed to escape detection, to the best of my knowledge.  It took awhile,
though, before I was able to secure a pitcher of the hotel's version of
Hurricane punch, three glasses, and a couple of appetizers.



   By the time I got back the ladies had been in the pool to cool off, and
were lying face down on towels on the sunny concrete deck, facing away from
me.  I gripped the tray more tightly when I saw Her gorgeous ass basking in
the sunshine.  Anna's wasn't bad either, with a tight one-piece suit
accentuating its curves.  Maybe I should have bought two pitchers--my mouth
was feeling kind of dry all of the sudden.  Then It happened.  She reached
out her hand to stroke Anna's butt cheek, and Anna leaned in and kissed
her! She responded with a deeper kiss, and I saw tongue flash between their
mouths as her hand slipped into the back of Anna's suit and dove deeper
into her crotch.  I was stunned, to say the least--frozen in my steps, torn
between conflicting instincts to put a stop to this infidelity and an even
stronger desire to watch it continue.  I came to my senses enough to look
around and note that there were no other interested onlookers, then took a
deep breath and announced my presence loudly from across the deck.  She
pulled her hand back quickly, and broke off the kiss, but she smiled and
winked at Anna, who returned a sneaky grin of her own before looking away,
embarrassed.



   "Dear Wife.  I thought we had agreed when we got married that you were
going to talk to me in advance before you went seducing other women again."

   "Well, Husband, we are talking about it now, aren't we?" She batted her
eyes coyly.  "Anna and I were just discussing how easily one might get
bored while our families are busy with their dreary meetings...  and
talking about some activities to do in the meantime."

   I cleared my throat sternly, trying hard to be convincing, but mostly
becoming convinced of a different kind of hardness.  "Miss Anna, I'm sorry
to involve you in this, but my Wife here has a difficult time keeping
certain desires of hers under control.  Since she has broken one of our
rules, I have no choice but to punish her."

   Anna looked surprised.  "What sort of punishment?"

   "Well, you've no doubt observed that She has a quite impressive,
perfectly formed ass.  We believe the punishment should fit the crime.  And
since she was molesting your own, may I say it, lovely rear end, I will
invite you to be the one to deliver her spanking, and you may be as severe
or lenient as you desire.  I think it would be best though, if you came to
our room for this."

   Anna turned over, and glanced at Her.  She responded with a pouty face,
but her nearly naked ass-cheeks were flexing and twitching with excitement.
Anna admired that for a moment, then looked up at me, eyes lingering at my
crotch--which didn't help matters.  "Very well.  I don't believe she did
anything wrong.  Any indiscretions of hers were mine as well, so I may need
the same punishments from her.  But one condition: if I come to your room,
only She is allowed to touch me in any way.  I suppose that if you wish to
touch Her, that is your right, but until I explicitly say differently, I am
Off Limits.  Agreed?"

   I felt a little disappointment, but also caught the hint that the rules
might change.  "Wife?  Are you agreed?"

   "Yes, Husband.  I'm sorry to have caused offense.  I will accept my
punishment."

   "Alright then.  Up we go."

   The ladies gathered their things quickly.  I was still carrying the
refreshments, but they'd be just as good up in our room, I supposed.  Once
in the room, I put down the tray and poured out three glasses, then turned
to make sure the door was marked Do Not Disturb.

   "So, Husband, how am I to be punished?"

   Anna broke into my hesitation.  "If the punishment is going to fit the
crime, as he says, then I think we need to re-enact it.  I want to make
sure we know just what the facts of the case are.  So, Sir, would you care
to describe what it was you witnessed at the pool?"

   Shit.  My mouth went dry again.  I gulped down most of a glass of punch,
then went to refill it.  "Umm, well, uh...the two of you were lying down on
the pool deck..."

   "Like this?" She responded, lying down on the bed on her stomach.

   "Uh, yeah.  And um, Anna..."

   "I remember.  I was lying next to her, like this....and then I kissed
her.  Like this." Anna kissed Her intently.  She kissed back and licked at
Anna's open lips.

   "Umm, I really don't recall it going on quite so long..."

   "He's right--it wasn't quite like that," She objected.  "Actually I
started it when I touched your ass..."

   "Oh yeah.  That's right.  And then I kissed you, and then..."

   "Then I reached down and found a very hot, wet pussy, here, under your
swimsuit." Her hand slipped under the suit and reached lower.  Anna moaned
a little.

   "Mmmm.  Is that what he wants to punish you for?"

   "I'm afraid so."

   "Well if the punishment is to fit the crime, then I guess your pussy
needs to be equivalently molested.  And then you can kiss me back, and
we'll be even."

   "What do you think, Husband?"

   "Well, if that satisfies the victim..."

   "But as I recall, you were also aggrieved that I had begun umm,
initiating, with Anna without your advance permission."

   "True.  I guess that will just have to go on your Permanent Record.  A
slap on the wrist and then probation."

   "Thank you, that's very kind of you.  I would prefer getting my slap on
the ass instead, if you like." She wriggled enticingly.  I obliged, just
sharp enough to make her jump, and to leave a light pink flush.  "One more,
please, on the other cheek?  So I don't make these unfortunate mistakes
again?" Another slap, another pink flush, a tiny moan.  Anna was watching
with intent interest, her breathing intensifying.  My Wife's hand still
stroked at Anna's crotch from behind.  "Then just one more thing, Husband.
May I now have your advance permission to stroke Miss Anna's body, to
remove her swimsuit, and engage in mutually enjoyable congress of a sexual
nature?" What could I say to that?  Anna groaned her agreement.

   "It looks like that question is already decided..."

   "Very well then.  Umm, you're welcome to stay and watch, and enjoy your
drink...but I'd like to concentrate on our guest, if you don't mind.  You
should probably let That out though, before It pops through your trunks..."

   She was right.  I had a raging hard-on at this point, and a growing spot
of pre-cum was soaking through the fabric.  My Need was straining trying to
remind me of my promise to him earlier, and all I could do was ask him to
be patient.  The two women were already locked in another, much longer,
deep kiss, hands stroking, squeezing, and probing one another's asses. 
Anna was simultaneously fumbling for the ties on My Wife's suit and trying
to squirm out of her own tightly clinging attire.  The Spandex was winning.
I rapidly downed another glass of punch, pulled off my useless swim trunks,
and sat down to watch.  Anna had to stand up to remove her one-piece,
allowing her large, firm breasts to bounce free.  A trimmed blonde bush
barely covered her swollen, dripping pink pussy.  My Wife rapidly pulled
her back to the bed and filled it with her fingers, driving Anna toward a
rapid climax.  Anna tried in vain to get My Wife's thong off, but could
only manage to grope aimlessly at her ass while filling her mouth with
moans and kisses.  I decided I could safely help a little by undoing the
ties, and removing the tiny triangles of cloth.  The two beauties were now
writhing on our bed in a delightful state of full nakedness and passionate
arousal.  Her probing of Anna finally had its full effect and moaning
escalated to full-on screaming and the convulsions of a wet, pulsing
orgasm. My cock twitched in sympathy, almost to the point where I felt it
would explode if I touched it.  I wasn't going to last much longer with
this, especially not with Her Ass writhing in front of me.  She was now
grinding atop Anna, face buried in those tremendous tits, moaning as Anna's
hands attacked her pussy from front and behind.  It was killing me--so I
acted.  I climbed on the bed between Her legs, pushed Anna's hands away,
and plunged into Her from behind.  Her back arched and She screamed my
name. Three deep, hard strokes and I was done.  Grunting, I sprayed my load
into her depths and collapsed against her.  Anna's hand still groped at her
pussy, spreading around our cum, and furiously rubbing Her clit until She
stiffened again and cried out with another climax.  I felt her quim pulsing
around my cock as our juices dripped out of Her onto Anna's mound and leg.

   Finally, I rolled off of them, breathing heavily.  She kissed softly at
Anna's heaving chest, and stroked her belly softly.

   Anna was the first to speak.  "He broke the Rules."

   "What?"

   "He touched me.  He wasn't supposed to touch me, but he pushed my hands
off your ass so he could fuck you.  And his balls touched my leg.  I'm
pretty sure he got a hold of a boob somewhere in there too, but that might
have been you.  And now his cum is dripping on me."

   I sighed.  "Oh she's probably right.  I don't know how it could have
been otherwise...  I 'm sorry."

   She interjected.  "He broke the Rules.  He must be punished.  What
punishment fits the crime?"

   Anna thought a moment.  "Well...I suppose he could clean up the mess..."

   "His cum, you mean?"

   "Yes.  I'll let him touch me for that.  But only with his tongue.  Well,
he can use hands if he needs to."

   "What say you, Husband?"

   "Guilty.  I accept my punishment."

   "Let it be done.  Meanwhile, I must carefully inspect Miss Anna for
damage.  Especially to her boobs."

   "Yes, please," replied Anna.

   Soon I was licking my own cum off of Anna's beautiful pussy, and tasting
the blended sex juices of the three of us.  I paused briefly to share the
flavors with Her, kissing her mouth as she ministered to Anna's breasts. 
Anna said it would be OK if I helped up there, too.  As my tongue returned
to Anna's clit, she squirmed with urgency toward another climax, sending
another flood of juices down my chin.  The moans were making me hard and
aroused once again, but I kept licking until Anna was begging Her to grant
permission to me to fuck her.  This was granted, and I buried my hard cock
in Anna's delightful slippery tightness until we climaxed together.

   Between the rum punch, the orgasms, and the stress of the day, I fell
asleep pretty rapidly.  I think She and Anna kissed and stroked a bit
longer, but I wasn't sure.  When I woke up it was only Her napping next to
me, glowing with naked, freshly-fucked beauty.  I kissed her gently awake,
and she held me tightly in her arms.

   "Thank you," she said.  "Thank you for letting me have Anna."

   "You probably would have ended up with her anyway.  Thank YOU for
letting me be part of it."

   "I really wasn't planning on it, you know.  And I meant it when I said I
wasn't going to have sex with women again without talking to you."

   "I know.  I hope I wasn't too harsh on you."

   She smiled.  "It turned out fine, didn't it.  Maybe a bit more exciting
even, with the punishment thing..."

   I kissed her again.  "So, did you and Anna make plans to do anything
together the rest of the week?"

   "Yeah, we're going to meet up tomorrow to go shopping in the
morning...and in the afternoon..." She grinned, "...well, you never know...
Do I have permission?"

   "I suppose once already granted, it is hard to revoke.  But we'd better
clean up.  The "Gala" cocktail party is in about an hour, and I need you on
my arm looking beautiful to help me schmooze."

   "Oh, that's it?  Well if you just want an arm decoration, how about if I
wear my swim suit?"

   "That would certainly be memorable.  For many of us.  But I think the
Dean is expecting me to put forth a somewhat more professional image."

   "Professional what?" She grinned.  I laughed and swatted her butt with a
pillow.  She swatted back.  I pinned down her arms and climbed on top of
her.  So tempting...but for now, just another kiss, a caress of her
bite-sized breasts, a stroke of her cheek.

   "I love you, Wife."

   "Love you too.  Can I at least not wear panties tonight...?"

   "I surrender." We showered together and dressed in our formal best.  On
the outside, at least.

   We entered the ballroom right on time, as expected for the Untenured.  I
enjoyed the hungry looks my male (and female) peers cast toward Her, also
noting the looks of approval given by some of the more senior faculty
present.  A couple of glasses of champagne and, to be honest, I was on top
of the world when my Dean approached.

   "Well I heard that you did great this morning.  If those data you
presented hold up, you'll have no problem getting the publications and
grant support you need to get tenure.  So this must be your new Bride?" I
smiled and nodded, while She flashed her charm.  "I don't know where mine
is...these women can take so long to get ready sometimes...you know, why
don't you two join us for dinner at K-Paul's when this is over?  It will be
good to get to know you better." I nodded with delight, mentally checking
the box next to Dinner with the Dean on my Career To-Do list.  This was
perfect...My Stunning Wife at my side, the Respect of my Peers, and now the
Admiration of my Dean.  I felt high, unstoppable.  The Dean looked up over
my head and waved at someone behind us.  "Ah, finally.  Here they are.  Let
me introduce my wife, Jean, and our daughter, Anna..."