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Subject: SUE AND BATON ROUGE
From: tonytony@usa.net

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                   SUE AND BATON ROUGE
                              by tonytony@usa.net

Here's a story that shows sexual adventures aren't only for young
people. Enough has been changed so the guilty can't be easily
identified.

I'm a 48 year old business consultant, and spend 80 days a year
giving 2 day seminars on team building to companies in the US.

Sue, my wife, joins me a few times a year. Sue's 45, 5'11", about
130 pounds, with, to my eyes, a wonderful figure. She's modest
about her body, but I think she's beautiful, as one would expect
from a Boston aristocratic family. Blond hair, an incredible
grace when she moves, and a smile that melts anyone she shows it
to completes her picture. We are still in love, but at the time
of this story, a bit bored.

I'd finished leading a seminar near New Orleans, the next was
scheduled in Austin in 4 days. Sue was along for the ride. We
decided a slow trip along the Gulf Coast would be a good way to
unwind.

That night found us near Baton Rouge, at a Quality Suites Hotel,
just off I 10.

The door to the suite opened to a living room, then to the
bedroom - king size, non-smoking - and then, still ahead, was the
bathroom door. A large mirror was above a sink and counter in the
bedroom, ideal for Sue and her makeup. I lay on the bed, and saw
that the mirror was a little too high to provide views of people
laying on the bed, from the bed. Too bad. There are times when I
get too obsessed with sex.

Beside the bed was a drape, which hid a 4 foot deep by 8 foot
wide balcony, sort of recessed into the building. One wall
was formed by the bathroom of our suite, and the other, probably,
the bathroom of the neighboring room. It overlooked a parking
lot, and then a woodlands.

Sue joined me on the balcony. It was dimly lit, and quiet. I
reached into the light fixture, and loosened the bulb giving what
little light there was. Now we had complete darkness and privacy.
I took Sue into my arms, knowing in a little while we'd go to bed
and unwind with fairly unremarkable intercourse.

Sue pushed me away. "Look at that." She was looking at a 6 inch
gap between the drape and the wall. It exposed the mirror, and a
reflection of the bed. "What a place for a voyeur!"

"Who would want to watch us?"

Sue said "Not us. Me. When I joked about seducing someone last
month, you told me to do it if you could watch. You got pretty
horny. Well, this could be the place!"

"That was only playing, and you got excited, too."

"Well, maybe this would be a good place to play for real,
and liven up our sex life."

I get stupid when I'm horny. Blood rushes from my brain to my
cock. I said "I don't think you have the nerve, but you're
right: the idea of watching you seduce someone makes me lose
whatever sense I have."

"Keep that in mind", she said. We went into the room, stripped,
and began making love. Then, the lovemaking turned to lust, to
sheer sensuality. At one point I was lying on my back, and Sue
squatted over my cock, and slowly lowered herself onto it. She
saw me looking into the mirror, and at the reflection of the dark
gap between the drape and the wall. "I know what you're
thinking," she said, as she rode my cock. "Wouldn't you like to
see me do this to someone while you were out there, watching?
Look at my headlights" - her name for her erect nipples -
"They're on high beam!" My mouth started to say "No" but by then
my cock was telling the truth as I started to come in her. At the
same time she shut her eyes, and the "MMM, mmmmmm" noise she
makes with an orgasm started.

"Honey," she said afterwards, "that was the best sex we've had in
months. If just talking about me playing around with another guy
makes us come, what will happen if I do it?"

As we lay beside each other, we talked some more. "Just what
would you do?" I asked. "Well, I guess I'd try to find someone
nice and sexy, either act single or tell him my husband isn't
going to be back for a few hours, and let him pick me up. A place
like this would be great, with that balcony for watching, and
we'll never be back. It's fun to talk about, but do you think
we'd be ok if we did it?"

I said "I think so. After all, it's not like we are cheating, is
it?"

Sue looked at me in the dark room. "No, it wouldn't be cheating,
if it happened. It's a lot of other stuff - perverted, sick, but
not cheating."

Later, she asked "Exactly what would you like me to do?" My cock,
like before, was in the driver's seat. "I guess maybe I'd like
you to be a wife on the prowl, so whoever you're talking with
knows this isn't a fall-in-love deal, I couldn't handle that.
Tease him. Take your time, make it last. Maybe strip for him.
Lots of touching. Or, maybe be like when we were first dating,
you could just masturbate each other. You wouldn't even be
undressed. What about you? What would you like?"

"Well, the idea of playing around, knowing you were watching,
really gets me hot. I've been true to you since I've known
you, but I have to admit sometimes I like to pretend you're
someone else. If it was ok with you I'd like to have a guy
kiss me like I was a real woman, instead of his sister, and maybe
touch me, too. And maybe I'd get a chance to do some touching,
too. If I really did something like that, would you be mad at
me?" I looked at her, nude, next to me, and about another man
seeing her like she was right now, and touching her. I
answered by rolling back on her, erect again.

We slept, and, no surprise, decided to stay an extra day. Saying
there was sexual tension is an understatement. We made love, had
breakfast, had sex, went to a movie, did some shopping, and came
back for more sex. Early that evening we went to dinner at a
Cajun restaurant down the road. The spicy food did nothing to
satisfy our horny feelings. We behaved like newlyweds all day,
maybe hoping to take the edge off our idea for that night. It
didn't work. The sensuality, the excitement, and the risks were
almost overpowering, and compelling.

We returned to find the lounge at the hotel pretty active. The
hotel serves complimentary cocktails, and guests seemed to be
taking advantage of them. We went to the room. "Well, it's time
to decide. Do I go downstairs, or should we go to bed and
pretend?" she asked.

"I'm scared" I said. "But God, I'm so turned on it hurts. So I'm
saying - do it. I promise, no crap from me, no matter what
happens." "OK, no more fooling around", she said. "My courage is
up, I think I'm game for this. Let's straighten out the bed, it
looks like there was a war in it. I'm going try to bring someone
back here and maybe put on a sexy show for you. Like, kissing and
hugging and touching and stuff. Let's see who says `uncle' first.
Take the cellular phone, so I can call you, or if you see
something happening that you don't like, just call the room and
say you'll be right up."

"You've been thinking about this, haven't you?"

"Yep. All day. Let's get your stuff picked up. I'm going from
respectable married woman to maybe a tramp, in one night."

She changed into a pretty printed full cotton skirt, a loose
blouse, a flimsy strapless bra, no stockings. She looked HOT,
and her "headlights" were on high beam, showing through the
material of the bra, and poking at her blouse.   "I feel so sexy
and horny, I don't know if I should stay here right now, or
really go down to the lounge," she said.

"Go down to the lounge", I replied, but there was a quiver in my
voice. In spite of all the stories about things like this, this
was scary stuff for both of us.

"Go out on the balcony and get ready, or even better come on down
in a while", she said, "but leave me alone. You get to watch,
only." She put a green scarf around her neck. "If I find someone
I want to seduce, I'll take this scarf off. Then, you had better
either come and rescue me, or get up to the balcony - Mr.
Voyeur".

She stoked my cock - I was painfully erect - and said "I guess
that means you like the idea". "No, Sue, that doesn't, but this
does." I reached into my pocket, and gave her a pack of condoms I
bought when we were shopping. "Just in case". She gave me a kiss,
said "I don't plan to need these," tossed them on the table next
to the bed, then, she left!

I had to masturbate to control my excitement, then went down 15
minutes later. Sue was at the bar, talking with a well dressed,
dark haired, dark complexioned man. He might have been 40, was
tall, slender, and, damn it, handsome. I went to the bar next to
him, showed my room key card, and got a drink, and eavesdropped a
bit. "Well, Tom", I heard my wife say, "he won't be back for a
few hours, and he told me to enjoy myself until then.". I know
she was talking a little louder than she had to, so I could hear.
I could also see she was aroused - at least her nipples were
making their presence known.

He took her to a sofa in the lounge. It was dimly lit, but not so
dark that I couldn't see. Then, I saw her neck extend, as she
reached toward him. He turned, and leaned over to kiss her. My
cock began throbbing as I saw their lips meet. I saw her hand on
his thigh as they kissed. This looked promising!

They went on for a few minutes. Sue saw me over Tom's shoulder,
winked at me, then kissed his ear. I was horny - again.

A black man, sitting a few seats away moved next to me when he
saw me watching the action in the bar mirror. He said "That guy's
my law partner and buddy, and that woman with him is not his
wife. He's been a good husband for as long as I've known him, but
that woman's looking for some action, and my buddy's the guy."
"Maybe," I said. "She does look good, doesn't she?" "Very
fuckable" was the reply. That comment made me excited and angry
at the same time. Never the less, I said "Let's drink to his
good luck", and signaled the barman for another round.

Tom came back to the bar to pick up a couple of drinks - I knew
Sue gets very passionate with only two cocktails - and I heard
him tell his partner that he'd meet him in their room later, and
that if his wife called, say he'd be back soon.

Tom went back to Sue, gave her the drink, offered a toast, and
kissed her again. I saw Sue, as their lips met, open her mouth to
meet his. After a few more minutes, I couldn't stand it. I wasn't
ready to see her enjoy his company so much while I watched, and
besides, I had enough sexual release already.

I got up from the bar, and began walking towards her, intending
to take her to the room. She saw me coming, and when I was about
3 paces away reached up, and deliberately took off her scarf. I
stopped, feeling as though the wind was knocked out of me. She
told me, later, that the expression on my face made me look like
someone just kicked me in the groin.

She smiled at me over his shoulder, kissed him again, and handed
him the scarf. My cock won over my good sense, and I left the
lounge, went to the room. I programmed the cellular phone so I
could direct dial ("If you know the guest's room number,
press 7, then the room number", the damned computer said) by
pressing redial. I thought about taking the cam-corder I use to
record lectures, but decided that wouldn't be fair. I went onto
the balcony, full of lust, guilt, excitement, fear. And with an
erection.

30 minutes went by. I was angry - did she go to his room? Then,
the lights came on in the suite. Sue came in, looked around, went
to the drapes, looked at me and  grinned. She opened the balcony
door a little, then held it in that position with the rod in the
door track that the hotel provided. She whispered "I want you to
hear and see everything. I love you, and now I'm going to show
you how much." She called out "I'll let you in, Tom. He's not
here."

I heard the door open, then close. Tom came in, carrying two more
cocktails. That would be overkill! Sue took one, drank must
most of it, and said "Hmm. Liquid courage. Have some, Tom. I like
this. It's a lot more private than downstairs. Now I can kiss you
properly." She put the glass down, stood next to him, raised her
lips, and kissed him - mouth open, while her hand glided over the
erection pushing against his pants. His hands were all over her
back, rubbing from neck to ass. She began moving her pelvis
against him. Hugging, kissing, touching - it was exciting all
three of us.

Then, Tom stopped. "Are you serious about what your husband
said? What if he walks in?"

"No one can walk in, I set the deadbolt. When he left, I teased
him, and told him that maybe I'd fool around a little bit tonight
and have a good story to tell him when he gets back.  He really
got turned on." Sue stopped talking by kissing Tom's neck, and
sliding her hands under his coat.

"Gonna help me make up a good story?" she muttered as I saw her
tongue reach his ear as her arms went around his body.

"You mean he wants you to get it on with someone?"

"At least a little." By now he had his hands on her buttocks, and
held her against him as he kissed her. I loved it. He picked her
up, and carried her to the bed, put her down, and kissed her
again. I saw him kiss her lips, then her neck, then move down
over her blouse to her breast.

After a few minutes of that, Sue pushed him away. "I'd better
call my husband to be sure of his schedule. You can get a LITTLE
more comfortable."

She went into the living room. I watched Tom take off his jacket,
shoes, tie, and lay back on the bed, looking around the room, and
stroking his cock through his pants. At the same time, the
cellular phone in my pocket vibrated. I took it out, pressed
"send", and whispered "Hello". The voice in my ear said "Honey,
are you going to rescue me, or do you want to see the next act?"
I whispered "Tom's on the bed, playing with himself. I'm out
on the balcony, playing with myself. We both need relief. Do it."

"OK," she said, "I didn't want to stop now. Kissing a strange man
with you watching is a turn on."

"Enjoy yourself, but no matter what, you're getting fucked by
your husband tonight."

"I hope so. Enjoy the show," came back.

She came out of the living room. "I got him on the car phone.
He'll be here in two hours. I told him I was working on a good
story for later, and he said I should have a reasonably good time.
Are we going to be reasonably good, Tom?"

"Let's see how reasonable," he said, looking at his watch, then
reaching for her. Sue moved next to him on the bed. He sat at its
foot, and she kicked off her shoes, and sat beside him. She had
thought through how to best expose what was going on. I watched
their reflections as they kissed. He tried to force her back, but
she wasn't ready for that. Sue's hand went to his leg, then moved
up, until she was stroking his cock through his slacks, almost as
if she was taking its measure.  He kissed her throat, and she
extended her neck, making it easier for him. His hand went to the
buttons on her blouse.
  
Tom said something I couldn't hear. Sue laughed, said "OK," and
stood beside the bed, in front of him. That gave me a side view
of both of them. She turned, letting her skirt swing, flashing
bare legs. She put her hands to her neck, and while he watched,
unbuttoned her blouse most of the way down. Since it was still
tucked into her skirt, only cleavage and part of her bra was
visible. The bra fastened in front. I saw her hands go to the
clasp, and release it. I loved it! Her hands crossed in front of
her, under her blouse, to her breasts. She slid the bra up and
off them, and then pulled it from under her blouse.  Now the
sides of her breasts were visible, and when she turned, they were
pretty exposed, and moved freely under the loose, opened blouse.
I knew Sue was very uncomfortable when men looked at her body,
and I could see that her face now was totally flushed with either
excitement, embarrassment, or lust. But, her "headlights" were very
visibly poking through the blouse. She started  back on the bed,
but Tom said "Oh, don't stop now." "Yeah," I thought, "take more
off!"

"Well, maybe a little more," she said.

She bent over, and ran her hands down along her hips, then
thighs, until they were touching her legs a few inches below her
knees. She stood up straight, running her hands up the outside of
her legs, to her hips, exposing a lot of leg, even though her
hands were concealed by her skirt. I knew what was happening,
she'd done the same thing for me 20 some years ago! There was
some motion, then her hands began sliding down again, still
concealed. When they emerged, her nylon panties came with them.

She stepped out of them.

"I hope you like to be teased," she said, as she sat on the bed,
and handed them to him.

He brought them to his nose, said "They smell good. I'll bet you
do, too. And, Sue, they're a little wet. I'll keep them," as they
went into his pants pocket. This time when he kissed her, she
took his hand and guided it under her blouse, to her breast.
After some of that, his head moved down, between her breasts. His
head turned a little, brushing her blouse away with his mouth,
until it found one of her nipples.

"I like that", she said. I liked watching it, too.

He played with her nipple for a few minutes, until she pushed him
backward on the bed, pulled the blouse back over her breast, and
lay side by side with him with her back towards me. More hugging
kissing, and stroking! "Mmmmm, this is very nice," I heard her
say, as her leg, covered by the skirt, reached over his.

His hand, on the middle of her back, crept downwards towards her
ass.

"Wait just a minute, Tom", I heard, as she repositioned his
hand higher. It crept down again, she reached back, and moved it
up again. "Give me a minute, I'll make it easy for you", she
said.

Her hand went to her own thigh, and I saw her pulling at the
skirt hem. Finally, the lower portion came free, and she folded
it back over her hip, while still kissing him, so that her leg,
and ass, were uncovered. I could see ass and cunt, and my cock
was throbbing again.

A moment later, she took his hand, and moved it so it was
touching her inner thigh. "You're full of surprises," he said as
he stroked her leg, while she still held his wrist. I saw my wife
thrust her hips almost automatically, she was so aroused.

She took his hand and led it along her thigh, toward her cunt. As
his fingers got closer, she moved her top leg even more over him,
effectively spreading her legs for him, and making access for his
hand, and my view, all the better.

Then, his fingers found her cervix. "Oh, that's nice, Tom!"

"Sue, you are soaking wet! I'll bet you come easily." I saw
something most men never do - their wife  with someone else's
fingers in her cunt. He was stroking her! Her hips were moving,
his fingers were deep, moving from front to back. I saw her hand
come back, and cover his!

She was guiding his hand to maximize her pleasure. "Just like
that, Tom, please, oh yes," she said, as he stroked her, and
kissed at her ear.

That went on for what seemed like an hour, but couldn't have
been more than a few minutes. I heard her moan "MMMM mmmm" and
saw her body spasm as she came.

Her body relaxed. In a moment, so did his, as he rolled onto his
back.  I sat on one of the chairs on the balcony, realizing that
I had ejaculated too, just watching. I wanted him to leave, so I
could enjoy my wife, and her body.

I waited, saw Sue move a bit. "Tom, that was wonderful. Let me do
you." Her hands went to his slacks, loosened his belt, then slid
into his pants, as she kissed him. I was willing to wait a bit, I
liked this part.

"Does that feel good?" she asked, after a minute.

He took her arm, and pulled her hand out. "Not like that," he
said. I wondered what was the matter with that man.

He got up from the bed, and pulled her up, too, He reached for
the clasp on her skirt, but she took that hand, and stopped it.
I knew he wanted her nude and spread out on the bed, but that
wasn't going to happen. Sue began unbuttoning his shirt. Soon,
she peeled it off. I saw he had a horseshoe shaped scar on his
chest, then recognized it as the Greek letter omega. I've a black
buddy whose fraternity branded its pledges that way.

She kissed the scar - later she told me she knew it meant she was
with a black man - while sliding her hand into the waistband of
his pants, towards his cock. He stopped her again, saying "Wait".
He finished opening his slacks, and slid them and his shorts
downwards. Tom's partly erect cock came free. He bent down,
pulling his slacks and socks off, then stood in front of my wife.

Sue stepped away, and looked at what even I would call a nice
body, smooth, slender hips, strong looking legs, and a now very
respectable erect cock bobbing at Sue. "I haven't looked at a man
in that state, except my husband, for 20 years, Tom," came from
Sue. He seemed to enjoy being looked at. Then, he pulled my wife
nearer, took her left hand, and guided it to his cock. He looked
at her hand, saying "now".  I  could see her wedding ring on her
finger, and her hand gripping his cock, stroking it, forcing his
foreskin over its head, then back again. Seeing her ring on that
finger, on that hand, stroking that erection, excited me even
more - she was right, this isn't cheating, but some kind of
perversion. I didn't care! His naked body was now hard against
her, his cock, with her hand guiding it, was pressing into her
skirt at her cervix.

It was too one-sided, though. Tom pushed her away.

"What's wrong, don't you like it?"

He said "Not like that. Stay there," and sat down, legs spread.
"Do you like what you see?"  I don't think she could help it, her
eyes dropped to his cock. (So did mine, for that matter.)

"Yes, Tom."

He said "I want to see, too."

Sue later said she was in conflict. She wanted to just masturbate
him, but that body and that cock was looking inviting. Sue's face
was flushed, her "headlights" were on high beam, pushing at her
blouse.

"Turn around".

She did, slowly.

"Show me your body."

Her face was bright red, now. She looked at Tom, sitting there,
stroking himself, and her head moved side to side.

"Are you just a tease?"

"No."

I heard him say "I want to see every bit of you".

Sue replied "I don't think I can do that."

I thought, too bad. He responded, with some anger, "Bitch! I'd
better leave before I do something stupid."

I heard my wife say "Wait."

"Sue, I'm not just going to sit here with my cock in my hand. We
used to call women like you cock-teasers.  You've got the story
you wanted to tell your husband. I'm going."

She said " No! I want you to . . . help me. I'll be good."

He stood, cock at attention, and stepped to her. "I don't want
you to be good," he asked.

Shy smile. "OK. I'll be bad," she responded.

He put his hands on her shoulders, and turned her, somewhat
roughly, so that she squarely faced him. She stepped closer and
stood on her toes to kiss him, her open mouth meeting his, hands
reaching for his cock. "That's better." As their mouths met, he
began lifting the back of her skirt. I saw her hands reach to
his, and stop them.

"Sue!"

"OK."

Her arms went back to his cock, and his hands pulled up her skirt
until they were on her ass cheeks. I saw Sue bend  her lower body
away from him a little, I thought to make it easier for him to
grab at her ass. Wrong! One hand held his cock, and the other
began pulling up the front of her skirt so his cock could finally
touch her body, not through her clothing. Then, she moved closer
again, and both her hands went to his neck.

She stood there with his hands on her ass under her skirt, the
skirt was ass high in back, draped down over her hips, then
bunched up again above his cock. His hands cupped her ass and he
pulled her closer, and up higher. "That's better," he said. Sue
later told me his cock slipped between her legs, and against her
cervix. She said she could feel its heat, and how wet she was. At
that moment her inhibitions began losing to lust.

After the kiss - it was long - she said "I'll do what you want,
and . . . show you," as she backed away.

"Not good enough. You have to do what you want."

Sue told me she never felt as though she had to confront just
what she was doing as vividly as she did at that moment.

"OK. I want to."

He sat on the bed, cock in hand. She stood facing him, so I saw
mostly her back. Her hands went to the clasp of her skirt, and
released it. She let it fall, over her hips, and along her long
legs, to the floor. Her blouse, with the lower buttons still
fastened, covered most of hewss and crotch. It hung from her
shoulders, barely covering her breasts, to just below her
cervix.

"That's a good start, Sue. Now show me why I should stay."

"Tom, I've never felt like a prostitute before," she said, but
lifted her arms, which lifted the blouse, turned around, and I
saw the blouse flair a little, and show pubic hair, lots of hip,
some ass, breast. "Right now I like the feeling."

I had often wondered what it would be like to have a women I
hardly knew strip in front of me, knowing it would end in sex. Now
I was watching it happen to another man, with my wife. My
emotions were all over the place, I knew I could stop this with a
simple phone call. My finger went to "redial", but then I put the
phone down. This was too erotic to stop.

Her face was red, and her breathing fast. She looked like she
wanted to be provocative for this stranger, while her husband
watched. She turned her back to him, facing the mirror. I saw her
reach up, take the blouse's collars, and spread them, exposing
her breasts. The blouse still had a bottom button or two fastened.

Still with her back to him, so that she was facing me in the
mirror, she crossed her arms and moved the blouse to her
shoulders. A shrug, and it fell down her arms. She held it there
with her arms still crossed.

It fell midway down her back, and looped around to about her
knees, for a moment. Tom could see her back and legs, but I
saw flushed face, breasts and cervix. They looked wonderful. She
told me she thought that maybe she should stop right there; that
she kind of hoped I'd call and rescue her; that she didn't want
to be rescued; that she wanted to show off in front of this man
while I watched, and make both of us come. She knew that if she
straightened her arms and let the blouse fall she'd be totally
exposed to a stranger who wanted sex, that she'd probably at
least technically commit adultery, while her husband watched. She
knew she'd violate her Proper Bostonian image of herself. Knowing
all of that, and hoping that I wanted her to continue - she was
right about that - she dropped her arms to her sides, and the
blouse floated down her arms and to the floor. She told me later
that she knew at that moment she wanted to be completely
uninhibited. She felt sexy, and with me nearby, safe, too.

Her arms went behind her back, making her breasts jutt forward,
pubic hair and cervix on display, nipples standing out. "Is this
what you want?" she asked, as she turned, stepping over the
blouse, then stood with feet a little apart, pelvis tilted up. My
lovely wife was standing naked, showing another man her body -
posing proudly - and obviously available. She was as excited as
I'd ever seen her. "Do you like it? Is there maybe something here
you want to stay for?"

Tom looked at her breasts, her cervix, as he stoked his cock. Sue
blushed even more.

"Are you done being coy?"

"Yes."

"No more teasing?"

"No more teasing."

"Do you want to fuck me?"

Pause.
       Small voice.
                     "yes".

"I'm a lawyer, Sue. I need to hear the words."

"Yes, I want to fuck you, Tom."

"Good. Come here".

She moved between his legs. Now I saw mostly her back while she
stood between his legs. Tom had the best view. It looked like she
was standing there with her pelvis tilted up to him, totally open
to whatever he wanted. He grabbed her ass with both hands - he
seemed to like grabbing my wife's ass - and I heard her "OOh" as
he sucked a nipple into his mouth.

The hands on her ass dropped a little to her upper legs, and I
guess he pulled at them, because her knees parted a little. His
right hand reached between her legs, and I watched it as he
extended two fingers, and pushed them into her. My wife was
acting like a whore, and I loved it. She spread her legs a little
more so he could get his fingers, already wet, in deeper. She
held his head to her breast and leaned away from him, pelvis
forward, offering a completely available cunt.

He brought his other hand around, and I saw his four fingers
trace over her hip, down her back, then move lower, until they
were in the crack between her ass cheeks. Her pelvic motion,
which up to now had been forward, stopped, and she was tilting
her ass up and back, to receive his fingers. I heard a sharp
breath as the fingers passed over her anus. "Oh, you liked that,"
he said. "Yeah," came out of her mouth, but she was breathing
fast, in time with the fingers pushing into her vagina. The
middle finger of the hand that stroked her ass was stroking her
cunt, until it was wet. It moved back to her anus. There was
another sigh from Sue. She moved as though she were going to sit
on a high stool, with her ass tilted up a little.

He turned her a little sideways. His finger pushed at her anus.
"Do you want it?" "Yes!" He pushed hard, and I saw it penetrate
her ass. I thought she'd scream. She was being expertly sexually
man-handled, and enjoying every minute of it. He was being rough:
each time he drove his fingers up into her cunt and ass I saw his
biceps flex - he was lifting her onto her toes with each push. I
got worried. I didn't what her hurt, but then I heard her say

              "That.....feels......so..... good"

in time with each push.

I stopped worrying.

He wasn't gentle as he bit at her nipple, either. The bruise I saw
later proved that. But she was moaning, her hips were driving at
him, and she started her "MMMM mmm noises again. Then finally,
she sagged against him, exhausted, and spent.

"Wonderful", she said, with her head against his shoulders. "You
made me feel wonderful. I want to make you feel good, too." His
hands went to her shoulders, and he pressed her downwards, to her
knees. He leaned back on the bed, supported by his elbows. "Help
me make up a good story for my friends, Sue." She looked up at
him, and down at his cock. I saw her kneel upright, bend at the
waist, wrap her arms around his legs, which were still little
over the edge of the bed.

"Will you tell them I did this?"

Her head bend over, hair falling forward, and she went down,
slowly. I had no doubt about what was happening, and my erection
began growing, again.

"Sue", I heard. "Mmmm" was the reply. "I want to watch you suck
me."

"OK."

She knelt upright again, put a hand on each of his knees, and
moved his legs apart. I saw her sort of walk ahead on her knees,
then settle back, so her ass was on her heels. Her head was much
lower, now.

She turned her head, her mouth on his inner thigh, moved her hair
over her shoulder so he could see her face, and, tongue lapping,
moved forward. I watched as she lifted his balls, moved her mouth
behind/under them, then took him in her mouth. Now her head was
moving in and out, instead of up and down, and I could see my
wife looking up at him while he watched his cock slide in, then
out. She told me later she took as much of him into her mouth as
she could. She licked his shaft, his balls, everything, and it
had her almost have an orgasm again.

I didn't see it, but Sue told me he reached down and began
masturbating  while he was in her mouth.

She said, "Wait, Tom. Not that way."

She stood, naked, not nude, in front of him. Her cheeks were wet
with saliva, and so was his cock.

She took his hand, and moved him on the bed so he was on his
back, head toward the mirror. She reached to the dresser, took
out the condoms, opened one, then rolled it on. She got over him,
straddling him, facing him, and the mirror. She bent over and
kissed him, then sat back in a squat, and positioned herself.

I saw my wife take his cock in her hand, guide it to her cervix,
then slowly lower herself onto it. He put his hands behind his
head, she was doing all the work.

My own erection was throbbing as I saw his cock, at least as long
as mine, enter her. "That way," she said. She leaned way back so
her cunt, with his cock in it, was easy to see. "Watch me!", she
said, pretty loudly. She was wanton, totally on display, so
different from the woman I knew. His hands went to her breasts,
pinched at her nipples, and moved up and down as she rode him. I
moved closer to the gap in the drapes so she could see me
watching. She looked at me in the mirror, as I saw the condom
glistening with her juices, his cock being forced to bend a
little because of the way she was leaning back. She put one of
his hands to her mouth, and was licking at his fingers. She
watched me looking at her and at his cock in her as she rode him.
She came again! So did I. Tom didn't, yet.

She sagged down on him, kissing his chest. "I want more," he
said, and took her waist with both hands and just lifted her off
him. He turned her on her back, so that her head was toward the
mirror. I could see along her body. Tom sat up, put his hands on
her thighs, and moved them apart. He rolled onto her, and one at
a time, took her arms and moved them above her head. Holding her
by the wrists, he suspended himself in a classic pushup position
over her. I could see his penis, stiff, and pointing.

Sue moved her knees apart and up, spreading her legs, and giving 
herself some mobility. She looked at his penis, tilted her pelvis, 
and lift her hips, moving, I wa sure, to help his penis - this 
stranger's penis - find its way into her - my wife's - cunt. 

I was shocked at how much I wanted to see this continue. Had I 
been in the room, I probably would have guided it into her myself!

He let his weight down on her, and his erection disappeared into
her. His hips began flexing, driving into her. Sue looked up at
him, watching him, and matching him, thrust for thrust.

I watched him pounded into her, legs flexing, with his hips and
pelvis slapping into her. They were both  grunting in time with
each stroke.

She was every bit acting like an expensive hooker who loved her
work, and who knew her job, now, was to satisfy him. She pulled
her hands loose, and reached between her legs. I saw one hand
working at his cock, and the other at her clit, masturbating both
of them as he drove into her. She told me she felt him start
coming. She pulled him out, stripped the condom off, and grabbed
at his hips, pulling him forward. He moved up on her on his
knees, ejaculating a little onto her hand, a little more on her
breast, then on her cheek, before her mouth got around him. Sue's
hands dropped from his hips to his ass as she pushed his cock
into her mouth. How could he have held his erection so long?

"God", I heard him say, "you are fantastic", as he finally
rolled beside her. But Sue rolled with him, hands still around
his buttocks, mouth still filled with cock.

Finally, with him on his back, by lovely wife's head came out of
his lap, and she moved beside him. I saw him stoking her
face, then realized he was spreading his own cum on her. When his
fingers would move close to her mouth, she licked them. I was
exhausted too, and I was just watching.

A few minutes later she said "You'd better think about going
in a little while. I have a horny husband who will be here soon,
and I want to get ready for that." "Does he mind you doing this?"
"I don't think so, so long as I tell him all about it. I'll tell
him you were pretty good," she said, then kissed his cock. It
began responding right away. "Don't let's waste that" she said.
She pulled him near. He went willingly, although he said "I don't
think I have anything left." Sue knew better. She lay beside him,
and began stoking his cock while kissing him. I saw him get
harder, then his cock began pulsing, and he was treated to a
final small orgasm. Later, I reminded Sue that's all we used to
do when we were first dating, except she'd be mostly dressed!

I sagged onto a chair on the balcony, also totally spent. In a
couple of minutes I heard Sue talking. "Well, you came. Now you
gotta go, Tom. I got a good story to tell, and so did you. My
husband will enjoy every word." Sue pulled on a robe. "Can we
meet again tomorrow? Can I have your phone number," he asked?
"Sorry, Tom, no phone numbers. This was supposed to be a one time
deal - but it was a good time for me." "Will you really tell your
husband about this?" "You have no idea how much he'll know -
every detail", Sue said. "Weird" he said, as he kissed her, his
hand groping under her robe a final time. "If you're here
tomorrow night, I'll help you get an even better story."

"What would be better than this?"

"Well, my partner could come, too."

"Uh, Tom, you'd better go."

He dressed, then left.

As soon as she locked the door, Sue ran to the balcony door, and
rushed into my arms."Was I good? Are you mad at me?" I said "I
must have come 5 times, although at the end I was shooting
blanks. I'm not mad, I am turned on, you were wonderful." "So you
did you like the show?" "Oh yes - let me fuck you." "I've never
been such a slut. I felt so naked as when I was riding him. I don't
want to do that again anytime soon, but what a turn on. I saw you
watching!" "Get in bed, Sue. I want to feel what it's like to
fuck you while you are still full of Tom. God, he could keep it
up a long time!" Sue laughed. "No he couldn't. He had to run to
the men's room when we were in the lounge so he wouldn't stain
himself. That's why it took so long for us to come up.  And he
came when he was fucking me, didn't you see that? And a little
just before he left. He couldn't keep it up, but he sure got it
up often enough."

We pulled the bed cover off - it was a mess. It was strange,
feeling my well masturbated cock moving in my wife's well fucked
cunt. The excitement was intense, the sex wonderful. We switched
from making love, to having sex, to loving, again and again that
night.

Then she asked "Honey, would you like to stay here another
night?"

Baton Rouge gave us memories that will last a life time (although
we decided to play erotic games in other places, too).

We know we were pretty lucky - wife watching doesn't often turn
out as perfectly as this did.

email tonytony@usa.net, or post if you have any ideas on how a
story like this can be better told. It'll help if we write about
our later adventures.


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