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 An Adventure My Husband and I Shared

   Received from "Mary" August of 2007.

   About two months ago, my husband, Will, and I arranged to meet for
dinner after work.  We planned to start our night with a drink at the
Marriott.  I got there 15 minutes early, and the stress of the day moved me
to order a glass of wine while I waited for Will.  I guess the wine
released inhibitions enough for me to get involved in a conversation with a
guy sitting nearby.

   Just so you will know, Will and I were childhood sweethearts.  We got
married while we were both in grad school nine years ago.  We have no kids.
I guess you could say we are both on "fast track" careers...  his in
engineering, mine in law.

   A half hour after starting my wine...  and a conversation with the guy
next to me...  I noticed my husband standing in the doorway of the lounge.

   I waved him over, introduced the guy, and in a couple of minutes the two
of us were on our way to dinner.

   "How long were you waiting there by the door?" I asked Will.

   "About 20 minutes."

   "Well, for heaven's sake why didn't you come over?"

   "It looked like you were having a good time, and I liked watching."

   "Oh," was all I said, but I realized he had done this before.  We
dropped the subject and had a nice evening.

   On the drive home Will asked, "Did that guy - was his name Ben?  - try
to date you?"

   "No, we were just talking."

   We talked about other things for the rest of the drive, but I began
worrying that he thought I might be appearing too available to strangers.
That simply was not the fact.  I like everything about my husband, and I
enjoy being married to him.  It's the most important part of my life.

   A couple of weeks later we made another date for a Friday night dinner
in town.  This time our meeting place was the Hilton Hotel.  Again I
thought Will was late, until he appeared from the back of the bar.

   "What were you doing," I asked him, "I was waiting for 15 minutes."

   "I just like looking at you," he responded.

   "Were you waiting to see if anyone tried to talk to me, or something?"

   "I confess."

   "Don't you trust me?"

   "Of course I do.  But it's kind of exciting watching you talk to guys in
places like this.  I guess maybe I'm a bit of a voyeur."

   "Well, that's different," I said.  I was happy that it wasn't a trust
thing after all.

   Late at night the next week we were holding each other in bed (I think
that's one of the best parts of being married), and talking.

   I brought up his bothersome behavior.  "Will, how come you try to watch
strangers talking to me?"

   I had my arm over his him when I asked that.  There was nothing going
on, just a married couple in bed, being comfortable with each other.

   But I felt his penis stir.  "I guess it's because I think you are
beautiful, and I like knowing other guys think so, too," he replied.

   Well, that's kind of an odd compliment, I thought.  Then I said, "They
may not think that at all, they may be just trying to make conversation...
or maybe make a date, or even pick me up."

   His penis stirred more.  "Maybe that would be OK, too," he said quietly.


   Now I was beginning to understand something new about my husband.  I
took the hand he had on my hip, and moved it to my crotch, then grabbed his
cock - it was erect!

   "Mary, you're getting all warm!" he offered.

   "Will, you're getting all stiff."

   We put the stiffness and warmness together, and made love.  That's not
quite true.  We fucked!  And talked, too, during the less active moments.

   "Let me be sure I understand.  You get turned-on when you think about
guys trying to pick me up?" He responded both physically and verbally:
"Yeah."

   "Well, I've heard of men like you.  You're some kind of voyeur."

   "Yeah, maybe."

   "Will, I've been married to you for nearly ten years.  I don't think
guys are interested in picking up married women.  I guess it is kind of
nice having someone pay that kind of attention to me, it's sort of
flattering - not that I don't want to be married, or anything."

   "Uh, you like their attention?" he quickly asked.

   "Maybe.  It would be kind of nice if a guy did try to date me, or even
try to pick me when we're out like that.  It sure doesn't happen when we're
out together."

   His movements became more urgent.

   "I always wondered...  would you like to go out to see if something like
that would happen on purpose, instead of accidentally, like when you're
waiting for me, like last time?"

   His body was telling me this was something he was interested in, that
was for sure.  Was he was offering me a license to flirt?  No, he was
encouraging me to!  I thought about it for a minute.  That would be a
different role for me, a change from the professional one at work, or the
married one with Will.  Hmmm...  interesting thought!  Why not?

   I replied, "Sure, so long as you and I wind up here."

   The sex we were having continued with more excitement than usual.  Soon
we both drifted off to sleep.

   The next day Will came home from work - it was Friday - and told me he
found out that a hotel out near the airport was a place where singles our
age went.  "Let's go there!  You can pretend to be single, or at least
available, for a while," he blurted out.

   This was moving from idea to action much faster than I had envisioned!
Somehow we decided to do it.  We got dressed, and I freshened my make-up.
We had a silent drive along the way.  I almost felt like I was being driven
to my execution.  Well, at least it was exciting my husband.  But, I had to
admit to myself...  it was exciting me too!

   The hotel lounge was mobbed.  It looked like most people stayed at the
bar.  The guys were approaching women, talked to them, danced, and then
tried to make dates.  Or, to be more honest...  they tried to put the make
on them.

   Will and I parted at the entrance.  I went to the bar, feeling
uncertain, in strange waters, a bit like a lamb being lead to the
slaughter. After all, I had seriously dated only one man in my life,
Will... and I married him.  This was very new stuff to me.

   Early on, a couple of guys talked to me.  One danced with me a few
times. I saw Will watching, and that made me both a little more
comfortable, and more flirtatious.  Once I saw him dancing with a nice
looking woman.

   A couple of hours went by.  Then Will...  approaching as though he were
a stranger...  asked me to dance.  As we danced, we used that time to talk
about what we had each done that evening...  and we used the end of the
dance as an excuse to leave together, not that anyone was keeping score, or
watching.

   We talked more in detail on the way home.  "I saw that guy dancing with
you.  Did he try anything?"

   "No," I told him, "It was just a dance.  He was a proper gentleman.  You
know, up until tonight everyone who danced with me knew us as a couple. 
These guys didn't know that.  They thought I was available.  That was an
odd feeling.  What about that girl you danced with?"

   "She came over and asked me to dance," Will told me.

   "Did you enjoy it?"

   "Honey, things have changed since we were single.  She liked to dance
really close, and when I held her, I was sure she wasn't wearing a bra...
and I didn't feel any panty seam either."

   "Hey, tell me more, oh husband with the wondering hands."

   "Well, I could feel the heat from her groin through my pants.  It
actually gave me a hard-on...  and she knew it.  But she didn't back away,
either.  She seemed to like to grind her pelvis against me."

   We got home, and got into bed.  I wasn't happy.  "Will, I'm upset.  The
deal was you were supposed to be watching me...  not flirting with another
woman or grinding your cock into her!  I feel insecure...  and I don't
think I like this game."

   Will was very apologetic.  "Watching you was the deal.  And to be honest
about it, for me, that was the best part.  The other was sort of a fringe
benefit.  I'd rather watch, anyhow.  If we ever go there again, I promise
to just watch, OK?"

   "Well, just so long as you kept that thing" - I grabbed at his cock -
"in your pants until you get home."

   He then used 'that thing' the way I wanted him to.  When I asked him
while we made love, he promised that he wasn't thinking about the woman he
danced with...  but was thinking about me.  Later I learned - you will, too
- it wasn't only about me!

   The next Wednesday evening Will asked - begged - me to go out and "play"
again on Friday...  and I agreed.  I confess to daydreaming about some
pick-up scenarios...  wondering how I'd react, and what might happen.  What
started off as an almost unthinkable outcome (would I really let someone
kiss me, thinking I was single?), by Friday seemed OK...  and even fun.

   Thursday night, I told Will a little about my daydreaming - flirting,
being kissed - and was rewarded with some pretty turned-on sex.  Will, on
the other hand, didn't say much about his own ideas.  He just encouraged me
with mine.  He did insist that, "If you kiss, you gotta tell."

   Friday we had an early dinner so we could go out to play 'See who tries
('tries' was the operative word in my mind) to pick up Mary.'

   That evening I had selected a pretty silk dark print dress that buttoned
all the way down the front, a matching half-slip, panty hose, and a pretty
bra.  Will wore a casual outfit - camel hair jacket, chinos, and white
open-collar shirt.

   "How do I look?" I had asked him.

   "Mary, you look great."

   He took me in his arms and kissed me.  I could tell he already had an
erection...  and I was pretty hot too.

   "Honey, can I make a suggestion?" he asked.

   "Sure."

   "You do look wonderful...  but you look like you're going out with your
husband."

   "Uh, I guess that's an old habit, but I do like this dress!"

   "Yeah, but...  Look, try something for me, OK?"

   "Try what?"

   "Try it without your bra."

   "What???"

   "Go on."

   The idea did excite me.  Will must have been planning that suggestion
all week.  Well, no one would know me there.  I went to the bathroom, and
came out two minutes later.  I'm not very busty, so it wasn't
uncomfortable.

   "Any better?"

   He held me again.  "Much nicer," he said, "how does it feel to you?"

   "Well, my breasts keep moving against the dress...  like they do when
I'm wearing a negligee...  so it stimulates my nipples.  They seem to be
standing up now.  And, I like the feeling of being kind of...  almost... 
naked.  I also like the feel of your hands on my back.  It feels very sexy.
I admit it...  I do like it."

   He held me at arm's length, and sure enough, my nipples were poking
against the dress.

   "I think that looks wonderful!" he said.

   "The bra removal was a good idea, but I am glad it's pretty dark in the
bar.  Do you have any more ideas...  or can we go?  If we don't go soon,
I'm just going to grab you by the cock and take you to bed," I told him. 
Actually, that seemed like a good idea...  and a lot safer than the
potential alternative.

   "Maybe one more idea."

   "Will, you have an evil gleam in your eye.  Now what?"

   "Remember the woman I danced with?"

   "Yes."

   "She was very sexy."

   "What made her so sexy?"

   "Well, when I held her like this when we were dancing," he demonstrated,
"and I moved my hand like this," and he moved it low on my back, "I just
felt softness, and not the kind of hard feeling that an ass has when it is
wrapped in panty hose."

   "You mean you want me to go bare-assed under this dress?"

   "Honey, your legs are tanned and smooth, and great looking.  You don't
need panty hose.  It'll get an erection from me every time someone is near
you, and I guarantee a reaction from anyone who slow dances with you. 
Yeah...  go bare-assed.  Are you willing?"

   "You didn't just get this idea, did you?"

   "No."

   I thought about it for a moment.  He wants me to be sexy!  I was so hot,
so aroused, and I wanted to please Will, too.  So I just sat on the sofa,
kicked off my shoes, stood, peeled off the hose, put on my shoes, and moved
into his arms.

   "Try that."

   He did, and his erection told me just how much he approved.

   "Maybe you should come to bed with me now," he said.

   I thought about that.  It was safe, it would be fun.  But now I was
excited too...  and feeling wicked and daring.  So, I took his hand and
pulled him to the door.  I was only partly teasing when I said, "Not a
chance.  Now that I am dressed to meet your approval, we are going out!  I
want some other men to see me, and maybe hold me, and dance with me while
I'm dressed like this.  Maybe I'll get someone as excited as you are."

   I thought Will would insist on staying home, but instead he agreed. 
"Yeah, let's go," he said, "I'd really like to see that too." I was
learning something new about my husband!

   I pulled on a jacket, because I did feel very exposed...  dressed as I
was...  and off we went.  We caught the after work crowd.  The lounge was
dark, so it was OK - just barely OK - when Will insisted I check my coat. I
did.  Then I took a deep breath and went on into the lounge.

   I danced with 5 different guys.  I liked looking at their faces when we
danced...  especially when they discovered no bra strap across my back...
and then, how each one found a reason, while we were dancing, to let their
hands drift across my waist, and feel the slip waist band, but no lower
seams, only my soft flesh.  What a feeling of power and control that was.

   After a while I rejected most invitations, except from one nice guy.  I
knew he was aroused - that was clear - and he sure thought I was.  He did
enough exploring to have figured out just what I was and wasn't wearing. 
Not that he was grabby, but there were casual brushes, and touches.  He
wasn't bashful about holding me tightly while we danced, and when our
bodies touched, he made sure his arousal was obvious.

   As we danced, I remembered what Will had told me about the woman he
danced with the previous week.  So, during slow dances I managed to miss
his lead a few times, and that caused - surprise - a little accidental
pelvis bumping.  It felt very strange, feeling his hard cock through the
fabric of his pants and my dress.  I thought, after an hour or so, he had
read by touch every label on every garment I was wearing - all two of them.


   He wasn't being grabby, either - no hand on my leg (by then I was
sitting at a small table with him) or ass grabbing, but casual touches.  He
didn't even try to kiss me.  Actually, that was a bit of a disappointment.
I guess I wanted my daydreams to be fulfilled.  He did make some
interesting suggestions, though.

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Are you crazy?  There's a lot of room in this car!" I told him, with a
smile on my face.

   "Not enough."

   I thought Will was wrong about that.  "Let me show you," I told him
tauntingly.

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

   "This could have happened," I said.

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

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

   "That would be all right with me too," Will calmly told me.

   "Oh, it would?  What about this?"

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

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

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

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

   "Yeah...  to be honest, I dream about that!  I'd love it."

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

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

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

   By that point, I knew he was getting really excited.  So was I.

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

   Will said...  "Oh yeah, that would drive him crazy."

   "You may think I'm awful, honey...  but if I did those other things,
then I'd likely do this." I took his hand and moved it from my mouth, along
my cheek, and neck, to my breast.

   Will could feel my nipple standing up.

   "The only reason for not wearing a bra is so he could touch me like
that, isn't that right" I said.

   "Ahhhh, yes, it would be fine to make him do that, too!" he told me.

   I was really letting my imagination run wild, feeling sexy, and
pretending Will was someone else.  After a few more minutes I said, "I'd
have to tell him I liked that.  Maybe, if he was nice...."

   "Oh, he'd be nice," Will interrupted as I took his hand from my left
breast, and moved it to the neckline of my dress.  Will was looking down at
me.

   As our eyes commected I guided his hand to the buttons, opening the
first couple for him.

   "...  I might even ask him to help with these," I whispered.

   "You'd do that?" he inquired.

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

   After a moment of thought, I said, "He wouldn't be able to touch me if I
was all buttoned up, would he?"

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

   A minute passed.

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

   "Yes...  as a matter of fact I would WANT him to play with your tits,"
he whispered.

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

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

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

   "Yes, let him see your tits, too...  and I would want you to let him
know how hot he is making you," Will whispered.

   "Should I..." I said...  as I pulled his hand away from my breast while
pulling his head toward my chest.  Without finishing my sentence, I
adjusted his head up until his mouth found my nipple.

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

   "What do you think of your wife now?"

   "I think you're wonderful...  and HE would think you were terrific!"

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

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

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

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

   By that time Will's hand was stroking my leg, so I said, "Don't be shy,
stranger." I put my hand on his wrist, and started guiding up it toward my
knee.  Will's hand went under my dress and slip, and then down along the
inside of my thigh.

   "Would you want me to let another man do what you're doing now?" I asked
him, as I opened my legs a little.  Without answering, he moved his hand up
to my vagina.  I knew that he found it hot and wet...  and available.  Will
didn't waste a minute.  He got fingers into me while he was still sucking
on my nipple.

   "Will?"

   "Yes?"

   "Are you serious that you want me to let some other guy do this?"

   "Oh yes," he replied.

   "My dress is getting wrinkled," I told him.  I lifted up, pulled at my
hem, folding it and my half-slip back to my waist.  Will's hand never
stopped, but then, in the dim light of the parking lot, we could see my
breasts, exposed, and my legs spread with Will's fingers moving in and out
of me.

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

   He took his mouth off my breast just long enough to look right up into
my eyes and smile as he said, "Absolutely!" Then he resumed his
ministrations at my breast.

   I thought that we were both enjoying the game a little too much.  I knew
my husband, playing a guy who had picked me up, was as aroused as he could
be.

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

   "Oh, but I love doing this to you," he mumbled while still mouthing my
nipple.

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

   "What would you do?" he asked.

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

   "I'd do this," I told him.

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

   "And maybe I'd do this."

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

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

   "Yes, I WOULD want you to do that," he said, with obvious sexual tension
in his voice.

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

   "Oh yes!  You should take his cock in your mouth...  like you do for me.
Suck it!!!"

   A tilt of my head, a little movement, and my lips were on Will's hard
cock.

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


   He pushed himself back deep into my mouth, and I heard him say, "Yes. 
Do more!"

   About that time we both heard someone walk up to the car on our right,
and we both looked out the passenger side window as a guy looked in. 
"Lucky bastard", he said, as he saw Will's hand covering my crotch, an
exposed breast, and Will's cock in my mouth.  He got in his car, and drove
away.

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

   Afterward, as we drove home, I said, "Will, you owe me a major orgasm."

   "You're going to get one!" he promised.



   His cock wasn't working any more that night, but his fingers and mouth
were.  I got what I wanted.  We spent the next morning in bed...  cuddling
and talking.

   "That was some fun," Will said.

   "I liked last night," I replied.  "Did you?" I asked.

   "You bet."

   He asked, "Would you really do those things with someone else?"

   I told him I thought it was pretty exciting...  just with him pretending
to be a stranger.

   "Did you mind that guy seeing you going down on me?" he asked.

   "It made it even better."

   Will said, "The whole evening was a major turn-on for me.  I'd like you
to do that, maybe even more...  so long as you end up here with me later."

   "Will, the only 'more' left would be for someone else to fuck me," I
reminded him.  I could feel myself getting excited again.  "Is that what
you want?"

   He took my hand and put it on his cock.  It was getting hard again.

   "At this moment...  yes."

   For the first time in years, we had intercourse every night that week.
Our sex was hot!

   Tuesday, in bed, before sex, Will gave me a gift.  I often wear a thin
gold necklace with a single diamond pendent.  It's a favorite that Will
gave me.  This was a much longer fine chain.  I doubled it and put it on my
neck.  It had two tiny gold hearts, one at the end of each of the short
ends that hung from the clasp.

   "No, no...  you wear that kind on your waist...  right on your skin."

   "Oh."

   I got out of bed, took off my negligee, and he put the chain on.  It
rode high on my waist on one side, low on my hip on the other, with the
heart-studded ends hanging free a few inches down my hip.

   "Now, that IS sexy," he said...  and he proved it.

   Afterwards - at least I thought it was afterwards - I told him how much
I liked his gift, but that I thought it should be worn more as a belt on a
simple dress.  "Mary, wear it right against your skin.  And, Mary honey, it
will be OK if I'm not the only guy who sees you wearing it." Our eyes
connected, and we both laughed.

   That led to another sexy session.

   On Friday morning, at breakfast I asked, "Are you sure you want to go
back to the hotel lounge tonight?"

   He answered with a question of his own...  and a grin.  "Yeah, what
about you?"

   "Will, this is a dangerous game, but I admit I like it too.  But, uh,
what if....?"

   He looked me right in the eye.  "Anything you do is sure OK with me."



   I had a hard time working at the law office that day.  I got home early.
Will was home by 6:30.  I was ready to get dressed.  Will wanted to help,
and the notion of having my husband help me get ready to go out and flirt -
maybe more - made me even more excited.

   When I finished drying after my shower, Will knelt in front of me,
looped the chain around my waist, pulled me close and nuzzled his face into
my pubic mound.  "Everything else can come off, but (as he fingered the
chain around my waist) only I get to take this off, OK?"

   "OK," I promised...  not REALLY thinking such a thing would ever really
happen.

   I don't wear much makeup.  He watched as I dabbed a bit on.

   "Honey, put a little perfume on your neck, too." I did.

   "Maybe some between your breasts yoo, just in case?"

   "OK."

   "Thighs?"

   "Will, stop it!  I can accept the idea of having someone play with my
breasts, but...."

   "OK."

   I selected my 'fooling around outfit' for the evening.  Silk blouse,
long wrap-around skirt that showed leg when I walked, and fairly
high-heeled shoes.  No bra, no slip, no panties.  If we were playing strip
poker, I couldn't afford to lose too many hands.  I felt free, sexy, naked,
hot.  "Will, if tonight starts off like last week did, you may have to wait
a while if I go to the parking lot with someone.  Will that be OK?"

   My husband flashed a broad smile at me.  His eyes told the story - it
sure would!  He confirmed it.  "Babe, I'd like that.  It would be fun for
me, too.  But what about you?  It's your body."

   "I made promises to be faithful to you, Will.  I don't want to break
those promises."

   "Honey," he said, "this is not cheating.  It's for OUR shared
pleasure... and I don't care about other people's opinions.  This is
between us."

   "OK.  I'm ready to go."

   "Good, but before we do...."

   He took me into his arms.  It started out as a romantic kiss, but then
his hands were on my ass under my skirt.  "I love the way you look," he
said.  "I can feel the chain, too, and I like that.  If things get pretty
hot in the car with someone, at least you'll be wearing something!  I love
you, and I love you even more for what we are sharing this way."

   We started toward the hotel.  Not a word was spoken as we drove along...
not a word.  We were each lost in our own thoughts.  Soon we were at the
hotel.  Will whispered, "I love you," as he dropped me off, then he went to
park the car.

   I sat in the lobby, feeling excited, erotic, and maybe a little trashy.
Will walked in - I know he saw me.  He just walked by, and walked down the
hall to the lounge without acknowledging me.  I waited, went to the lady's
room, then with a deep breath, I entered the lounge.  That night, I was
pretty sure, I'd be willing to be kissed passionately by a new guy...  and
I was scared and excited just thinking about it.





   I had two cocktails for courage at the bar, politely rejecting a couple
of invitations to dance.  Finally, I decided it was time.  Things started
out pretty much like the week before.  Once again I danced with a couple of
guys, but then almost exclusively with a tall man who called himself Tony.
He was a sweetheart of a guy.  Sexy, too.

   Tony wasn't grabby, but he sure knew what I wasn't wearing.  There were
enough casual touches, hands along my back and so on, for him to know what
I was (and wasn't) wearing.  I think he even figured out the chain, which
rode high on my waist on one side, and on my hip on the other.

   The dance floor was pretty dark, but I could see Will at the bar,
watching.  I'm pretty sure he saw Tony's hand move down my back and pass
over my buttocks.  I knew Tony was aware that he was touching bare ass
under my skirt.

   I could see Will watching, as I looked over Tony's shoulder toward him.
I thought I could turn up the heat for all three of us.  Besides, I was
supposed to be sexy, and available.  When we were dancing close to the bar,
I held Tony with my arm around his back, moved closer, and made it clear to
him that I wanted to be kissed.

   His lips brushed mine, then my ear.  When we turned again I could see
Will staring, with his mouth open.  Tony let me know he was a little
aroused, too, as he held me against his increasingly hot and hard crotch. I
may have been married for nearly ten years, but it looked as if I was
attractive enough to cause a real reaction!  Early on Tony apologized when
he (I think accidentally) poked me with his hard cock as we were dancing.

   "Opps...  sorry about that," he said.  "That's all right," I told him
with a slight laugh to my voice.  I even moved so that the poking continued
a bit.  The dance floor was dark enough so I could discretely enjoy the
contact.  He lead me close to our table at the end of the dance so he
wouldn't be seen walking off the dance floor with that thing tenting his
slacks.

   About 10 PM, I excused myself and walked along the bar to the ladies
room.  I nodded to Will as I passed him.  When I came out of the ladies
room, Will was waiting.

   "You gave me the high sign.  Are you ready to go home now and get
fucked?" he asked.

   "No," I replied, with an air of confidence.

   "Oh!  Does that guy want to go out to his car with you?"

   "Not this guy, honey," I told him.

   "What, then?  What's wrong with him?  I'm ready for something to
happen."

   "There's nothing wrong with him.  He's staying here at the hotel, and
asked me if I'd go to his room for a little more privacy."

   "What!"

   "Will, he wants me to go to his room with him.  That's not too hard to
understand, is it?  Maybe we should leave, go home, and I could show you
what might have happened," I suggested.

   After a brief pause Will said, "That's not my first choice."

   "Mine, neither," I admitted.  "Maybe I should spend more time with him
here...  and play around some more."

   "I'm so damn horny," Will told me.

   "Or...  you could wait down here for me, and I'd go to his room for a
while.  And maybe - no, probably - end up with a sexy story to tell you."

   "Oh shit, I'm gonna come in my pants!!!"

   "It's your game, honey.  I could be happy either way, but...."

   "Would you actually go?"

   "Well, you said you wanted something to happen...  and now we have the
opportunity.  Of course, there'll be other opportunities, I guess."

   "I know...." He paused, thinking.  Pretending was one thing, but we both
knew this was real, for both of us.  Finally he told me what he wanted. 
"Mary, I'm going into the men's room.  I've gotta get some release from my
hard-on, and I don't want to leave right now.  Then I'm going to have a few
more drinks in the bar.  I figure I'm going to spend maybe another couple
of hours here.  Your choice.  You can sit with me, or...."

   "Will, this was your idea.  But, husband, I promised my body is for your
pleasure only.  If you want to share it...  for YOUR pleasure...  it's OK
with me.  But, you have to say so - don't put it all on me!"

   "I don't know what you want me to say," he replied, "but the thought of
you going with that guy...  WOW, what a turn-on!"

   "Will, that guy wants me to go to his room.  That's because he wants
privacy...  and he's not just going to dance with me there.  Maybe it'll be
like we acted out last weekend...  maybe it'll be even more...  and you
know what that means.  Do you want me to go?"

   I took a step back from him and did a bit of a model's turn.  "Would you
like someone else to play with my body tonight like you did in the parking
lot last week...  before we go home?"

   "Damn it...  YES!" he blurted out.

   I kissed him.  "Good.  Me too," I acknowledged.

   Then I added, "Hey, think of this while you're waiting.  Those wifely
lips you just kissed are probably going to be kissing someone else pretty
soon.  Bye!"

   He took my arm and looked me right in the eye.  "Mary honey, whatever
happens in his room, memorize everything, OK?  Make it a great time for
him, and a great time for you, too.  Do everything you want, because I want
that, too.  But, later you have to tell me everything."

   I said, "I don't have any experience at this with other men to know
about great times, but I'll try.  And, you'll hear about everything we do,"
I promised...  as I walked back, horny and ready...  and fast enough so my
husband wouldn't have time to change his mind.



   I sat with Tony again.  The music was nice, so we moved back to the
floor.  He had his arms around me.  I rested my head on his shoulder, and
felt him kissing my hair.

   "Have you thought some more about coming upstairs with me?"

   I knew he was going to ask again.  I held him close, felt heat and
pressure from him.  Would I dare?  Would it be as good as in the games Will
and I had played?  I wanted to know.  I whispered, "Yes.  After this dance,
I'll go with you."

   I saw Will watching from the bar as I walked out - arm in arm - with
Tony.  I could still feel his eyes on us as the elevator door closed behind
us.  That was the last time I thought about Will for most of the next two
hours.

   When we got into his room, Tony kissed me deeply as he reached under my
dress and cupped my pussy.  Moments later all my clothes were off (except
the waist chain that Will had given me), and so were his.  We fell back on
his bed.  I found myself grasping his still hard cock and fondling it.  It
felt strange having a cock in my hand that was not Will's...  but I enjoyed
the naughtiness of it as I manually inspected it's texture and hardness. 
Tony's kisses moved down to my stiff nipples, and he gently nipped at them
as he cupped my smallish breasts.  As he did that, I was running my other
hand through the dark hair on his head.

   Soon we were in a 69 position and I got a chance to study his hard,
veined cock up close.  Then I took it into my mouth...  just like I had
done with Will the week before in our parked car.  That made me momentarily
think of Will down in the bar...  but my mind returned to Tony as I felt
his tongue flick across my clit and pubic mound.

   It was not long before Tony had me on my back, legs in the air over his
shoulders, and was ready to insert that hard cock of his into me.  I
quickly thought how happy I was that I was on birth control.  Tony looked
directly into my eyes...  as if seeking permission...  before he actually
entered me.  The tip of his cock was resting on my pussy.  Hesitantly, I
shook my head affirmatively...  and he pressed forward.

   When Tony was all the way inside he bent forward and kissed me.  He just
held himself inside me.  As I told Will later...  I have to admit it...  it
felt strangely good feeling another man buried way up inside me.  I think
my pussy was actually tingling and quivering!

   Without getting into all the details (which I did later share with
Will), Tony fucked me for a long time...  first slowly...  then building up
until my body burst forth with orgasmic release...  then slowing down again
until I recovered.  Then he rolled me over, put me on my knees and entered
me again from behind.  Again starting slowly, Tony built up until he was
pumping into me deep, hard and fast.  I know I moaned a lot, and had to
stifle some screams of pleasure as he continued to ply the depths of my
body with his still-hard cock.

   Eventually I felt him expand within me, begin to pump erratically, and I
knew he was about to explode.  That knowledge...  that thought that a new
man was about to send his sperm into my body...  and the sensations my
pussy was receiving from his expanded girth, sent me over the top again.  I
almost lost consciousness with the intensity of the orgasm that overtook me
that time.  I was still in the middle of it when I felt Tony's hot juice
flood my pussy.

   Tony fell to my side and we cuddled for a while.  I reached down to feel
the chain at my waist, reminded that the extraordinary pleasure I had just
experienced was only because Will, my loving husband, had encouraged me to
do so.  I gave Tony a quick kiss, leaned my upper body back away from him,
and looked directly at him.

   "Tony," I haltingly said to him, "I have to tell you something."

   "Yes honey, what is it," he inquired.

   "Tony, I am married!  As a matter of fact, my husband is downstairs
right now, at the bar, waiting for me," I blurted out.  Tony looked a
little surprised.

   "Yes, I am here with his permission...  but now I must get back to the
man I love," I added.

   As Tony watched from the bed, I managed to get my skirt, blouse, and
shoes back on.  I leaned back over the bed and gave Tony a quick kiss
before hurrying out the door.  As I waited at the elevator I realized that
I had not even stopped long enough to clean Tony's cum off my pussy lips. I
could feel the extra wetness at the top of my legs as they rubbed together
while walking into the elevator.  'Too late now,' I thought.



   The elevator opened in the lobby, and I saw Will still sitting at the
bar.  As soon as he saw we he threw some money on the bar to pay for his
drinks and he rushed over to me.  Tenderly grabbing me by my arm he started
moving me down the hallway...  away from the parking lot.

   Confused, I said, "Why are we going this way?" We were just getting in
front of one of the main floor guest rooms when Will informed me, "I knew
we would never be able to hold out until we got home...  so I got us a
room." He opened the door, we entered, he closed it behind us, and we fell
into a passionate kiss.

   When he broke the kiss he asked, "Did you...  did he...  I mean...  did
you have sex with him?"

   Rather than immediately answering him, I undid my wrap-around skirt and
let it fall to the floor.  Still standing in my high heels, with my skirt
puddled at my feet, I spread my legs slightly and took one of Will's hands
in mine.  As I continued...  in silence...  to look him in the eye...  I
guided his hand to my crotch.  His fingers flicked through the sticky
stuff.

   "You DID!" he exclaimed with a level of pride in his voice.  "I mean, HE
DID YOU," he corrected himself.  "Was it good?  Did you suck him too?  Did
he make you cum baby?" he started asking...  one question running into the
next.

   By then I had one of my hands pressed against Will's crotch, and I knew
he had a raging hard-on.  With a giggly sort of laugh I said, "Will honey,
lets not talk yet.  I want YOU to fuck me...  NOW!"

   As I pulled the covers off the bed, Will quickly shed his clothes.  We
were in bed and he was on top of me within seconds.  "Oh, honey, I have
been so horny waiting for you these past two hours!" Will whispered in my
ear.  "He didn't hurt you...  did he?" I smiled and assured him that I had
not been hurt.  "Oh God," he went on, "I was just so concerned that the guy
would treat your right...  and that you would enjoy yourself."

   I reached between us and found Will's hard cock.  I gently pulled it
toward by crotch.  "Fuck me Will," I whispered, "I need you to be inside me
NOW!"

   He didn't require any further invitation.  He rolled on top and plunged
right into me.  Will immediately started pumping me hard and fast.  Within
minutes I was squirming in the troughs of pleasure...  and then my dear
husband let loose with a huge load of pent-up cum.  We collapsed in each
other's arms.

   When we had recovered a bit, Will made me tell him every detail of what
I had done with Tony.  I told Will that the guy's name was Tony, and that
he had been a considerate lover.  Then each detail of my time with Tony
spilled out.  My report got us going again...  cuddling, kissing, and Will
was again soon inside me.  We were drained after that session, and we both
soon fell asleep.



   The next morning we showered and headed for the hotel's restaurant for
breakfast.  As we sipped our coffee Will kept grinning at me.  "I can't
believe I did what I did," I told him, returning his smile.  "I am soooo
glad you did," he said, assuring to me.  "You are one hot wife!"

   About that time I noticed that Will was looking over my shoulder toward
the restaurant door.  "That's your Tony," Will whispered to me.  "Oh my
gawd," I said.  "Is he coming this way?"

   Without answering me, Will stood up and walked behind me.  I could not
look.  But, I heard him say, "Aren't you Tony?" Then I heard a brief
mumble, "Y...  Yes.  Do I know you?" I couldn't believe my ears when I
heard my husband's voice say, "We don't really know each other...  yet...
but, you know my wife.  Will you please join us for breakfast?"

   I don't know if my face was red or not, but I looked up toward the two
men, and suddenly Tony recognized me.  A stuttering "Good morning... 
Mary," came from Tony's lips, and Will nudged him toward the chair next to
me, as I reached my hand up toward Tony and (with my best effort at a
smile) said, "Good morning to you Tony!"

   "Sit down Tony," Will urged, as he took his own chair on the other side
of me.  "We're just having coffee," Will said, "Our breakfast hasn't
arrived yet." There was dead silence for a few moments.

   "OK," said Will, with a broad smile on his face, "I know this is
awkward...  but it shouldn't be awkward.  I know what you did with my Mary
last night...  and frankly, I am VERY happy that you did!  I have secretly
been wanting her to have that experience for a long time." Again...  a few
moments of silence.

   Finally, Tony said, "Well, just before leaving my room Mary did say that
you knew she was with me.  She did say she had your permission...  but that
she had to get back to 'the man she loved.' But...  I didn't think I was
going to run into you two this morning."

   Will laughed...  and I finally laughed a bit too.  That seemed to relax
Tony, and he laughed a bit too.  "I must admit," said Tony, "Mary here
is... is...  well...  a very sexy woman," he finally got out.

   Our breakfasts finally arrived, and we made small talk while all three
of us ate.  By the time breakfast was over, Will and I had gotten to know
Tony pretty well.  The guys were getting along very well...  surprisingly
well, I thought.

   Tony admitted that he was married, and that his wife surely would not be
as understanding as Will, if she were to learn about what he and I did
together last night.  Then he went on to assure me that...  regardless...
our evening of secret pleasure had certainly been fun.  Tony had told us he
had a late afternoon flight to catch, so still had all his luggage back in
his room.  At that point it was just 9 AM, and Will knew we didn't have to
check out until noon.

   "We still haven't checked out either," Will offered.  "Tony, why don't
you come back to our room so we can talk some more before you leave?" At
first I was a bit shocked.  What did Will have in mind?  As I was mulling
it over I heard Tony say, "Sure, I have a few hours before I have to head
to the airport."

   I led the way as we all three walked back to the room Will had gotten
for us.  Once inside, still standing, Will said, "Mary told me about all
the things you two did last night...  and it led to some fabulous sex
before we fell asleep." I sheepishly smiled at both guys.

   Will went on...  "Now that we are all three here together...  alone...
you can kiss her again, Tony...  if you would like." Tony was hesitant at
first.  I knew what Will had in mind.  He wanted to SEE me have sex with
Tony.  I held that thought for a moment until Tony finally accepted Will's
offer, reached out, drew me to himself, and gave me an extended, very
passionate kiss.  I knew right then that I was going to let happen whatever
happened.

   As Tony and I kissed, Will drew the drapes closed.  He walked up behind
me and kissed me on the back of my neck as Tony continued his
tongue-probing kiss.  His hands began to roam my hips at the same time.  As
I contemplated the situation, and remembered the prior night's great sex
with both guys, my juices began to flow.

   I felt Will's hands reach around and cup my braless tits.  Then I felt a
hard spot in Will's pants as he pressed against my butt.  Will's hands were
at my hip, undoing my wrap-around skirt.  I was still kissing Tony as I
felt it drop to the floor between the guys.

   As Tony finally broke the kiss, he stepped back, and Will used the extra
space to reach around and undo the buttons of my blouse.  He pulled it
back, and I felt Tony's eyes survey my nude body in the half-light of
morning.  I blushed a bit, realizing I was standing nude between my husband
and the man I had had sex with the night before.

   "Hey..." I said firmly, "That's not fair.  I'm the only one here who is
nude!" Both guys laughed and immediately undid their belts.  They were
stripped in a flash, and had me between them on our rumpled bed where Will
and I had made passionate love the night before.

   We were still giggling and making light banter when I realized that I
had reached down on either side of me and had wrapped a hand around each of
their cocks.  Both were hard already!

   "Roll on your side facing Tony, hon," Will whispered in my ear...  "I
want you to kiss him as I snuggle up against your back and watch." I knew
that was what he wanted.  I did as he requested, and soon was again engaged
in a passionate kiss with Tony.  Will was watching over my shoulder.  Then
he reached down, lifted my leg, and slid his hard cock into my pussy from
behind.  What a sensation...  passionately kissing a man I barely knew, and
holding his hard cock in my hand...  while my husband's cock was buried in
my pussy from behind.  The very idea of it set my head to spinning.

   After Will had worked his cock into me, and pumped me a few times, Tony
broke the kiss and asked, "Is your hubby doing what I think he is doing?"
"I sure am," came Will's voice over my shoulder, answering for me.  Then I
felt Tony's hand slide down my belly to cup my pubic mound.  I shivered at
the dual sensations as I buried my face into Tony's shoulder.

   After a couple minutes of Will's stroking within me he pulled out. 
"Roll back toward me hon...  it's Tony's turn to get into that pussy of
yours," Will whispered.  At that point, a bit reluctant to pull away from
Tony's hand caressing my pussy...  I did as Will requested.

   Tony took the cue.  He pressed himself tightly against my backside and
worked his cock up between my legs.  To my surprise, Will slid down the
bed, putting his face just below my belly.  He announced, "I have always
wanted to watch another guy's cock slide into my dear Mary's pussy." 'Ah
ha,' I thought...  the truth is out!  Will used his hands to lift my leg a
bit, and I am sure he must have been nearly face-to-face (so to speak) with
Tony's hard cock...  poised at the opening of my vagina.

   "Put that hard cock of yours up into Mary's velvet shaft," Will
directed. Tony didn't have to be invited twice.  I felt the head of his
cock press insistently against my pussy opening.  Then I felt Will's
fingers spreading my pussy lips so that the head of Tony's cock popped
right into me.  I heard Will mumble, "Cool!  Really, really cool!  Now fill
her full, Tony!"

   I felt Tony's hips press tightly against mine...  and his cock glide on
into my body.  After he had given me a few full-depth thrusts, Will
squirmed up in front of me, looked me right in the eyes, and said, "That
was neat...  watching Tony's cock get lost inside you." He kissed me and
started playing with my breasts as Tony continued to thrust inside me.

   Tony got into a rhythm, and Will wrapped his arms around me, drawing the
upper part of my body tight against his.  After a few moments of Will's
intense hug, he released me just enough to plant a loving kiss on my
lips... a kiss that soon turned passionate with lots of shared tongue
action.  My body was quickly responding to the double sources of
stimulation.  During our kiss, I felt Will's hand slip down and cup my
pubic mound as Troy has done.  He played with my clit as Tony continued to
stroke leisurely in and out of my pussy.  I closed my eyes and just
luxuriated in all the wonderful feelings coursing through my body.  All
thoughts of my 'naughtiness' had evaporated.

   "You know Tony," Will said over my shoulder, "I was hornier than hell
knowing my wife was up there with you last night.  Then, when she came back
and told me what the two of you had done, I got even hornier!  My nuts felt
like they were in a vise.  Mary and I had extraordinarily hot sex as she
told me about what the two of you did up there.  The only thing I felt I
had missed was actually seeing another guy screw my Mary...  and holding
her as she was getting that new cock.  Now I am getting to enjoy that part
of my Mary's new sex life too."

   "This is truly a special sharing experience," replied Tony.

   "You guys are bad...  really bad," I chimed in, barely able to make a
sentence, as enjoyable waves of sexual tension filled every part of my
body.

   "Not as bad as I still plan to be," my husband said.  He rested himself
on one shoulder while talking again over my shoulder.  "Troy, pull our for
a minute.  I want my Mary to lay on my chest while you move around and
screw her really good from behind...  so I can feel all the action while
watching my baby's eyes reflect her enjoyment."

   Troy did as requested, and withdrew his cock from my pussy.  I propped
myself up and looked into Will's eyes, as if to ask 'Are you serious?' Will
responded by saying, "Come up here...  spread your legs around mine, and
lay on my belly with my cock against your belly as I study my beautiful
wife's face." Without saying anything, I did as he requested.

   Tony got at the end of the bed, knelt on it (between Will's legs), and
bent over me.  I felt him use his hands to massage my back a few strokes
before one of his hands went to his own cock and aimed it at my pussy
again. I felt the head of his hard warmth slide into me again, pressing me
against Will, making me fully aware of my husband's hardness sandwiched
between us.

   "That's it Tony...  now give my baby all that you have got," Will
directed.  Tony didn't hesitate.  He pushed himself into me...  to the
hilt. I felt his balls resting against my ass.  Then he began a pumping
action...  slow at first...  then increasing...  balls banging against my
inner thighs.

   I looked across my husband's chest, into his eyes.  I saw him mouth, "I
love you." He reached one hand between us and cupped my nearest breast,
gently squeezing it.  He ran his other hand through my hair and then over
my back and side.  That's about all I remember until several minutes later.
The deep strokes of Tony's cock completely overtook my senses.  I know my
body shook from Tony's thrusts, but it was also shaking from the wonderful
sensations that were running around within me.

   Will told me later that my eyes just seemed to flutter uncontrollably,
and that I hissed through my teeth as Tony worked my body into a frenzy of
feminine fulfillment.  Will tells me he kissed my forehead and then lifted
my face so he could watch how Tony's fucking action was causing it to
contort in pleasure.  I remember gurgling a "Yes, YES, Y E S," just before
I heard Will say, "Fill every nook and cranny of her pussy with your hot
nut juice Tony!"

   Moments later Tony did.  It felt like a gusher had washed through my
over-heated pussy.  When he was done, he fell on top of me, pressing me
tight against my husband...  then he rolled onto his back next to us.  As
soon as Tony fell off me, Will had me roll onto my side, facing Tony.  Will
immediately pressed his cock into my sopping pussy.  Clearly there was no
effort involved.  He held himself deep inside me, and he whispered in my
ear, "Your pussy feels outrageously slippery and hot.  Neck with Troy, and
play with his wet cock, while I continue to swim between your velvet
folds." I did...  and he did.

   Having heard what Will said, Tony smiled at me, drew me to himself, and
planted a series of kisses on my face, neck and forehead.  Then, as I
reached for his soft cock, Tony got more serious about giving me some
deep-tongue kisses.  Tony and I just seemed to rock in each other's arms as
Will pumped me from behind...  until he finally sprayed his load inside me
too.

   Will finally lay back on his back, and I returned to lying on my back
between the two guys.  Again, I found my two hands reaching down and
stroking two different cocks.  This time they were soft and wet.  As I
momentarily stared at the ceiling, I thought, 'This is where we started.  I
can't believe what we just did!'

   I scrambled out of bed and told the guys I needed a shower.  When I came
out, Will had some music on the radio, and said, "We're not done yet.  This
is just a break so Tony and I can take a shower too.  Tony gets it first."
With that, Tony disappeared into the bathroom.

   I just had a towel wrapped around me, and my dear husband was standing
there nude...  his cock hanging limply between his legs...  and a big grin
on his face.  "Wow baby!  Who would have ever thought we would have done
what we have done in the last 15 hours?" I fell into his arms and clung to
him as he caressed me and swayed to the beat of the radio music.  "Do you
still love me?" I asked plaintively as I looked up into his eyes.  "More
than ever, babe...  more than ever," he replied while hugging me tightly.

   Tony came out after a quick shower.  Will took his turn in the shower.
Tony didn't bother wrapping a towel around himself.  He just came up to me,
bent down, hugged me and said, "Thanks...  thanks a million times for
letting me share you with your husband."

   Hearing that I slipped to the floor, dropping my towel in the process,
and took his freshly bathed cock into my mouth.  I was still sucking him
(as he ran his hands through my hair) when Will returned.

   Soon we were all three on the bed again.  This time the guys took turns
sucking and licking my pussy as I sucked the cock of the other one. 
Mellow! That's the only word I can think of to describe that next hour of
shared cuddling, kissing and playing with each other.  Together, they gave
me some more orgasms...  gentler ones this time.

   Finally, before we had to get ready for check-out, both Tony and my Will
took turns holding me in their arms as the other pounded some more intense
orgasms out of me...  and then again filled me with their male juices.

   Three more quick showers, and we all dressed.  Will gave Tony our phone
number, and Tony promised to call before his next business trip to our
community.  We parted company out in the hall, before Tony returned to his
room to recover his luggage.  Before parting, I gave Tony a more discrete
kiss, and Will shook his hand.



   We don't know if or when we will see Tony again...  but he sure left us
with some great memories.  We also do not know if we will renew our
"pick-me-up" game at the bar.  Who knows.  In the meantime, Will and I have
re-lived that night over and over many times...  and enjoyed some great sex
as a result.

   Mary

   PS - Some After Thoughts...

   ...  particularly for the other gals who may have read my report above.

   Prior to two months ago I never would have dreamed that I would do the
things I did with my husband and Tony.  I guess I have entertained some
fantasies about what sex would be like with another man, but I never
entertained them very seriously, because I love my husband very much, and
we have always had really enjoyabe sex together, just the two of us.

   But, occasionally I looked at other guys and wondered....

   When Will first suggested our little "pick me up" game, I never thought
it would lead to what it did.  After his suggestion that I should "flirt" a
little with other guys, the idea kind of turned me on (especially since it
was his idea)...  and I really didn't expect it would ever lead anywhere. I
felt sure that neither of us would ALLOW it to lead anywhere.  Well, as you
can see...  it did!  And believe me, I am not the least bit sorry about
what developed.

   Gawd how I enjoyed all the sexual stimulation I received from that
little adventure.  I think one or the other of the two guys were screwing
me and/or sucking some erogenous part of my body for a total of nearly
seven hours during the 15 hours between the time I met Tony and the time he
left us at noon the next day.  That was nearly two hours alone in bed with
Tony, later more than two hours in the arms of my husband (with him
repeatedly "fucking" me and showering me with kisses and caresses), and
then nearly three hours in bed with both of them.  I confess...  my pussy
was a bit tender for the next couple of days.  But, that tenderness kept
reminding me of all the wonderful sensations and intense orgasms the two
guys had given me.

   The two sessions with Tony have provided Will and me lots of fodder for
our own elevated levels of love-making.  We repeatedly talk about what we
did that night (and morning).  Sometimes we giggle and laugh at ourselves.
We both feel we were a little naughty.  But...  we like that feeling.  It
is something very special that we share...  secretly.  And, the whole
affair left me feeling more attractive, sexier, and more feminine than I
ever did before.

   Will has been so tender and loving since that night...  even more than
usual.  We both repeatedly express our singular, undying love for each
other.  Yes, we have talked about doing something like that again...  and
maybe we will.  If Tony comes back to town, I am SURE we will be doing it
again.

   Just thought I should add these thoughts.
   One Very Happy Mary !