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 My Wife's First Motel Date

   Two days after Todd had his "Friday Night Date" with my wife (Brigit),
which had been the third time he fucked her, Brigit, Todd and I were having
a drink at the lounge where everything with Todd started.

   We were just chatting in general.  It was about 8 PM or so.  Nothing had
been mentioned about any of the sex Brigit and Todd were enjoying together.
It was an understood thing, but was not part of our normal everyday
interaction.  Brigit left for the ladies' room.

   While she was gone, Todd quickly asked if I would mind if he took Brigit
to a motel for a while.  MIND??  I could not believe my luck.  In the past
two weeks my dreams of my wife being fucked by another man had come true
three times!  Once with me there watching every move, and then taking her
myself right after.  Twice more while leaving them alone at our house to
fuck and suck so she could "get accustomed" to Todd, in the hopes of making
sex with him even better than it already was.

   It was apparently pretty great already.  Better was her new goal.  It
seemed pretty great to me, at least according to the few details of their
sexual romps that I could squeeze out of Brigit while eating her
freshly-fucked and cum-filled pussy, before experiencing the unbeatable
thrill of sliding my cock into her slippery, cum-soaked, velvet smooth
tunnel, stretched out by Todd's considerably bigger cock.

   He made her pretty loose for me, but that was made up for by the thought
that I was playing inside her just after another cock had been there, which
she obviously had developed a love for having within her.  Nice thought,
and a real turn-on for me...  that and the feel of so much slickness in
her...  knowing it was a combination of her copious lubrication and his
cum.

   Brigit has incredible control of her kegel muscles, and she contracts
them at will.  Even though her vagina gets stretched temporarily by Todd,
she can still manage to squeeze my cock in a vice-like grip...  not all the
time, but off and on...  sort of in waves.  It never has failed to make me
cum in short order.

   MIND???  Silly question!  Three fantastic times in a bit two weeks, and
he wanted to fuck her again.  Of course he could, as far as I was
concerned. However it was entirely up to Brigit...  if she wanted to go.  I
didn't tell him she was not too keen on "sleazy motels."

   When Brigit returned I told her I was going to run home to get the kids
some dinner...  that I would be right back.  I told her I was coming back,
in case she opted not to go with Todd to the motel.  She would not know I
left just so Todd could ask her.  She probably guessed, but...

   When I got home the kids had beat me to dinner, using the leftovers from
last night, which was what I had intended anyway.  They wanted to watch a
movie on TV, and decided to eat before it started.  Good move.  I put the
baby to bed and headed back over to the lounge.

   As I got to the lounge, I saw Todd and Brigit pull out and head toward
the motel Todd had mentioned.  I went home and told the kids that Brigit
had gone to Todd's house, so she and Michelle (Todd's wife) could go to
bingo, which they sometimes did.

   I struggled through the kids' movie, trying to keep my mind off what I
really wanted to think about, so that I would not sit there all night with
a hard-on.  Finally it was over, and I had everybody in bed.

   Finally I could allow my mind to begin conjuring up an image of what was
happening somewhere in the night.  As I waited for them to return, I found
myself with not only a raging hard-on, and horny as I could ever remember,
I also began to feel deep emotions well up within me.  It was a warm and
overwhelming feeling of love for my Brigit...  pride, gratitude, and
admiration...  all combining to a degree I never felt before.

   Even today, as I write this, it returns.  It brings me back to the place
so long ago, my indiscernible joy at having a wife like Brigit.

   It was much more than picturing her naked, on a bed, her body covered by
Todd, with his hard cock deep inside her as their pelvises ground together.
It was knowing that even though she was doing it for my pleasure and
excitement, that there was more involved.  She had reached a point where
she was doing it for HER PLEASURE.  The full impact of all that encompassed
gave me a great joy.

   Thinking of Brigit stepping into the room, the lights dimming a bit,
seeing her slip out of her clothes in front of her sometimes lover...  a
stranger, yet not a stranger.  He is more.  He is her liberator.

   There would be no need for gentle caressing, or loving words between
them...  no passionate kisses, only a perfunctory charade as a prelude to
surrender.  Mentally I could see in the dim light.  Her nipples are already
at full swell.  They were from the time she left the bar.  Her silken bush
glistens with the moisture she has been emitting throughout the trip.  The
only move needed would be to lay on her back, open her legs, draw them up
with knees bent...  presenting and surrendering her precious nether parts,
her womanhood, slick, inflamed with desire, for her liberator's pleasure.

   I realize that the surrender is not nearly so much to Todd as it is an
internal surrender...  Brigit surrendering herself to her own beautiful,
strong libido, her own sexual energy allowed full sway.  Yes, Todd was
indeed her liberator, opening the floodgate for her, banishing the devils
given her by her parents, casting out her inhibitions, as I once did.  My
ring on her finger had been both a blessing and a curse, for as it made her
`mine.' It also gave the devils power again.

   Todd would indeed cast out Brigit's devils.  But only until the morrow,
when they would again control her thoughts and emotions, and lock her
sexual energy in the dungeon of her subconscious, awaiting another knight
on a white horse.

   For this night, for now, Brigit would have every negative emotion, every
taboo vanquished.  Her mind would run free, enjoying, running, jumping, and
shouting in ecstasy as the cock inside her stirred every nerve ending to
full awakening.  As the friction from the thrusting ignited fire in her
pussy and spread through her entire being, she would build to a crescendo
of sexual climax.  I could picture her thrashing, screaming in pleasure, as
her unfettered primal energy was released once again.

   She would return to me, with the demons at bay for just a bit longer,
and I could for a time enjoy the liberator's prize.  But only for a time,
by morning they would be in charge again.  I had tried in vain to get
Brigit to seek professional help, but she steadfastly refused any effort.
She could not (would not) bare her soul to a doctor.  Sex was not something
she would talk about, except under conditions as I have described.  This
was my only salvation, and I eagerly embraced it.

   My reverie was happily interrupted by their return about midnight.  My
own sex drive kicked in, and nothing was left of the revelations so strong
a moment ago.  What was left was a joy at having Brigit fulfill my dreams
of giving herself to another man, for our mutual pleasure.

   They came in.  Brigit looked perfectly put together...  every hair in
place...  always a lovely vision to me, but with a glow, the glow she
always had when she had been well fucked, even when I did it.

   I kissed her.  Just a peck, and she went for wine for us all.  I saw
that she was a bit tipsy, just a bit.

   As she sat down (we were in the dining room), she and Todd pulled out
chairs from the table and sat side-by-side with me across from them.  She
said, "I was wrong.  Being in a motel wasn't sleazy at all.  It was really
nice.  I liked it...  everything.  I liked it all.  Todd got some champagne
and we...  we...."

   Suddenly I was filled with a new feeling...  pure lust, a raging, red
hot lust for my wife.  Lust generated by the realization that I was sitting
there listening to my wife and her recent lover sharing with me secrets of
their night of illicit sex.

   My wife calmly talked about how `unsleazy' motels can be, as she was
slowly leaking out a pussy-full of cum deposited deep inside her...  cum
that will soon be swirling around my cock...  cum that I will lick off her
clit and scoop out of her with my tongue as I try to reach and touch the
parts of her tunnel that his cock had so wonderfully titillated that night.
Lust from knowing that my best friend's cock no doubt smells like my wife's
pussy juice...  that he has probably tasted that juice at the source within
the past hour.

   There is no reservation in me about knowing that Todd had just spent
several hours romping naked with Brigit, that he had given her several
intense climaxes, no...  none of that.  I think of how he has discovered
something only I knew until recently, the incredible moves Brigit makes
when she cums.  She opens her legs a bit wider, and you can feel her pussy
seeming to open up somehow, pulling in your cock, sucking as if she was
pulling you clear inside her, squeezing, clamping, almost milking the cum
out of you.

   It gives me a great thrill that Todd has been privileged to experience
Brigit at that moment, knowing that he cannot help but marvel at his luck
in being able to fuck such a woman.  That feeling piles on my lust, and
adds an ever fuller, stronger, deeper love for my sexy wife...  even more
intense than I had felt earlier.

   "I'm glad you decided against sleazy.  Champagne?  No dinner?  No wonder
you're walking wobbly." "Oh no.  Todd got some fantastic chicken wings...
next door, at a pizza place."

   SO...  a picnic in the BATHTUB!  That's funny"

   "Not there Honey.  We had em aft....  Um....  Later."

   "Ligouris, we've been there for lunch," said Todd, which told me exactly
what motel he had taken her to.

   Todd then stood and said, "I'd best head home about now," and stepped
toward Brigit who was also then standing.  He hesitated and glanced in my
direction.  I shrugged and waved my hand in Brigit's direction.  He then
gave Brigit a warm hug and a soft kiss on the lips, while muttering a soft,
"G'nite Brigit."

   I felt what a strange yet marvelous thing it was.  He had just spent
several hours fucking my wife...  knowing he had my full approval...  yet
was unsure if he could kiss her goodnight!

   As Brigit and I locked up and headed to bed, I knew that if I did things
right I would learn the secret of the tub, indeed the whole night, keeping
Brigit in the heat of passion, on the verge of orgasm, she would tell me
the things she knew I loved to hear.

   Beginning to undress, she asked, "Where did you tell the kids I was?"

   "Bingo...  with Michelle.  OK?" "Yeah.  Good."

   "Wheres your panties?" " UMMm...  well...Todd's got em.  He asked...."

   I pulled her down onto the bed, kissing her gently, while running my
fingertip around the inside of her ear, the one foreplay kind of move she
responded well to.  I felt her lips open wider...  an invitation for my
tongue.  I tasted a now familiar addition to her sweet mouth.

   Brigit made little sounds as I kissed her, and pulled, pinched and
stretched her nipples.  Moving my tongue to probing and licking the inside
of her ear, she "Uummmed" a bit louder, and spread her legs just a bit, and
pushed her glistening cum-covered mound up...  a request (no, a demand) for
a finger on her clit.  I rolled her clit between my fingers, whispering,"
Is this Todd's cum?" She just quietly said, "Yes."

   Moving my fingers, I caressed her pussy lips, brushing her clit at
times. She spread her legs wider, pushing, trying to open her lips even
more.  Her clit begged to be loved.

   "PLEEASEEEE," she said, as she pushed on my face, trying to move my
mouth to her clit.  I slid down to eat her flowing pussy, turning as I did
to put my cock at her face.  She wrapped her hand around it.  I could feel
her tongue on the head of it as she stroked, then the thrill of having her
suck my cock into her soft hot mouth.  She began to suck and bob her head
back and forth.

   I was finger-fucking her, while licking and nipping her clit at a
furious rate.  Her hips were rising off the bed, thrusting against my
finger, little moans and whimpers coming out around my cock as she sucked
me.  Oh fuck, how she sucks!

   "OHHH baby.  Don't stop.  I wanna cum in your mouth." With a loud wail
she bucked through her orgasm, her hand still whipping up and down my cock,
which had come out of her mouth.

   As her climax subsided, she pulled my head up away from her clit, spread
her legs and said, "OHHH fuck me.  Please fuck me.  NOW." I was going to
anyway.  I needed to cum...  in her mouth, hand, pussy, in the air... 
anywhere!

   I mounted her and slid into the hottest, slickest pussy in the world. 
As I pumped in and out, loving every sensation of her freshly-fucked pussy,
all I could think of was that Todd had just been inside her...  of her
wildly bucking under him...  of Brigit squeezing his cock like she was
doing mine...  her hands on his butt, like on mine now, urging him to
faster thrusts, helping him find the speed she loved.

   Knowing that Todd's earlier fucking her was the reason she was so hot,
so wild, made my mind even hotter than my cock was in her pussy.

   Brigit was rocking her pelvis up into my thrusts with little "uh --uh--
uh uh uhuh uhuhs" slipping out of her mouth.  I could feel her next climax
building.  Mine was too!

   "OOOOhh I'mm cuumiing.  Ohhh now baby...  now I'm cuming Oh god, I Iove
Todd's cum in you," I whispered to her.  I patted her tummy and said, "I
love it in here too." With that I shot my load inside her, to mix with all
that was already there.

   As I was pumping my load, and when I patted her tummy about where Todd's
cum was, Brigit gave a mighty heave.  Her back arched, and she wailed like
a siren.  Her pussy gave me that fantastic sucking that only she does, and
she pulled all my cum out of my balls.

   We lay there a moment.  Then Brigit unwrapped her legs, and I pulled my
deflating cock out of her.  She snuggled down against me, purring.  I put
my arm around her and drew her near.  She scooted over a bit, her head
touching my shoulder.  We kissed, and she said, "Thanks...  for letting
me...  you know.  I have to admit, it was fun."

   And so ended Brigit's first motel date night.  There was no question she
had enjoyed herself with Todd.  I loved holding her in my arms in the
afterglow of the sex we had just shared, and the afterglow of her earlier
sex with Todd.