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 A Voyeur's wife's POV 1/2 (wife sharing)  
 
tonytony3@juno.com  
 
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 This is a "sharing my wife" adventure from a wife's perspective.   
 
You have to know Barbara and Tom were childhood sweethearts, got married
in grad 
school 7 years ago, no kids, two fast track careers, his in technology,
hers in academia.   
 

She tells this story.  
 
About 2 months ago Tom and I arranged to meet for dinner, starting our
night out with 
a drink at the Four Seasons. I got there 15 minutes early, My wine
offered enough social 
lubrication for me to get involved in a conversation with a guy sitting
nearby.  
 
A half hour later I noticed my husband standing in the doorway.  
 
I waved him over, introduced the guy, and in a couple of minutes the two
of us went to 
dinner.  
 
"How long were you waiting there by the door?"  
 
"About 20 minutes."  
 
"Well, why didn't you come over, for heaven's sake."  
 
"It looked like you were having a good time, and I liked watching."  
 
"Oh." I realized this went on before with him. We dropped the subject and
had a nice 
evening.  
 
On the drive home Tom asked "Did that guy - was his name Bill? - 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, and that was
just not the fact. I 
like everything about my husband and 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, with 
the meeting place set for the Sheraton hotel. I thought Tom was late,
until he appeared 
from the back of the bar.  
 
"What were you doing, I was waiting for 15 minutes."  
 
"I just like looking at you."  
 
"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 was happy that it wasn't a trust thing after
all.   
 
Late at night the next week we were holding each other in bed - that's
one of the best 
parts of being married, I think - and talking.  
 
I brought up his bothersome behavior. "Tom, how come you try to watch
strangers 
talking to me?"  
 
I had my arm over his hips when I asked that - just across them, nothing
going on 
except two people 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 you are, too."  
 
Well. That's kind of an odd compliment. "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."  
 
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, now.  
 
"Barbara, you're getting all warm!"   "Tom, you're getting all stiff."  
 
We put the stiffness and warmness together, and made love. That's not
quite true. We 
fucked.  
 
During lapses in the action, we talked.  
 
"Let me be sure I understand. You get turned on when you think about guys
trying to 
pick me up."  
 
He responded. "Yeah."  
 
"Well, I've heard of men like you. You're strange. On the other hand I've
been married 
to you all of my life, and I think just having someone pay that kind of
'are you single' 
attention to me would be fun - not that I don't want to be married, or
anything."  
 
"Uh, you'd like that?"  
 
"It would be nice to have a guy try to date me, or even try to pick me up
in a public 
place, where it's safe. There's no chance for that at school, or when
we're out together."  
 
He said "Well, would you like to go out to see if something like that
would happen on 
purpose, instead of accidentally, like last time?"  
 
He was offering me a license to flirt! No, he was encouraging me to. I
thought that 
would be a different role, a change from the professional one at work, or
the married one 
with Tom. Why not? I replied "Sure, so long as we wind up here."  
 
The sex we were having continued with a bit more excitement than usual.  
 
The next day Tom came home from work - it was Friday - and told me he
found out the 
Marriett in Newton 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."  
 
This was moving from an idea to action faster than I would have imagined.
We had a 
silent  drive along Rt. 128: I felt a bit like I was being driven to my
execution. Well, it 
excited my husband.  And me. 
 
The hotel lounge was mobbed. It looked like most everyone stayed at the
bar, and guys 
approached women, talked to them, danced, and tried to make dates. Or
make them, to 
be more honest.  
 
We parted at the doorway, and 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, and married him. This was very new stuff.   
 
In a while a couple of guys talked to me. One danced with me a few times.
I saw Tom 
watching, and that made me both a little more comfortable, and
flirtatious. I once saw 
him dancing with a nice looking woman.  
 
A couple of hours went by, he came up to me, and asked me to dance, too.
We did, and 
used that as an excuse to leave together, not that anyone was keeping
score, or watching.  
 
We talked on the way home. "I saw that guy dancing with you. Did he try
anything?"  
 
"No, it was just a dance. He was a proper gentleman. Ya know, up until
today everyone 
who danced with me knew us as a couple. These guys didn't know that, 
they thought I 
was available. That was weird. What about that girl you picked up?"  
 
"She came over and asked me to dance."  
 
"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 panties seam 
either."  
 
"Hey, tell me more, oh husband with the wondering hands."  
 
"Well, I could feel the heat from her groin through my pants, and I got a
hard on, and 
she knew it. But she didn't back away, either, She liked to grind against
me."  
 
We got home, and got to bed. I wasn't happy. "Tom, I'm upset. The deal
was you were 
supposed to be watching me, not flirting or grinding your cock into
someone. I feel 
insecure, and I don't like this game."   
 
He was apologetic. "Watching you was the deal, and to be honest about it,
that was the 
best part. The other was 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 about 
me. Later I learned - you will, too - it wasn't only about me! 
 
Tom asked - begged - me to go out and "play" again the next weekend, and
I agreed. I 
confess to daydreaming about some pick up scenarios, wondering how I'd
act, what 
might happen. What started off on Monday as almost unthinkable outcomes
(would I 
really let someone kiss me thinking I was single) by Friday seemed OK and
even fun. I 
told Tom a little about my daydreaming - flirting, being kissed - and was
rewarded with 
some pretty turned on sex at night. Tom, on the other hand, didn't say
much about his 
own ideas, he just encouraged me with mine. He did insist on this: "If
you kiss, you 
gotta tell."  
 
Friday we had an early dinner so we could go out and  'See who tries
('tries' was the 
operative word in my mind) to pick up Barbara'.  
 
I pulled out a pretty silk dark print dress that buttoned all the way
down the front, a 
matching half slip, panty hose, and a pretty bra. Tom got out a casual
outfit - camel hair 
jacket, chinos, white opened collar shirt.  
 
"How do I look?"  
 
"Barbara, you look great."  
 
He took me in his arms, kissed me. He already had an erection, and I was
pretty hot, too.  
 
"Honey, can I make a suggestion?"  
 
"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. Tom must have been planning this suggestion all
week. Well, no 
one would know me there. I went to the bath room, and came out 2 minutes
later. I'm 
not very busty, so it wasn't uncomfortable.  
 
"Any better?"  
 
He held me again. "Much nicer. 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 and they stand up. And I like the
feeling of being 
kind of almost naked, and of your hands on my back: it feels very sexy. I
do like it."  
 
He held me at arm's length, and sure enough, my nipples were poking at
the dress.  
 
"I think that looks wonderful!"  
 
"That was a good idea, but I am glad it's pretty dark in the bar. Do you
have any more 
good 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 said. Actually, that seemed like a good idea, and a
lot safer than the 
alternative.  
 
"Maybe one more idea."  
 
"Tom, 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", he slide it down on my ass, "I just felt softness,
and not the kind of 
hard feeling that an ass wrapped in panty hose has."  
 
"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. 
I'd get an erection every time someone was 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."  
 
He wants me to be sexy! I was so hot, so aroused, and I wanted to please
Tom, 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 was massive.  
 
"Maybe you should come to bed with me now", he said.  
 
But I took his hand and pulled him to the door. It was only partly
teasing when I said 
"Not a chance. Now, we are going out! I want to be held by some other
guys, and maybe 
rubbed against, too, while I'm dressed like this."  
 
I thought Tom would insist on staying home, but instead he said "Yeah,
let's go. I'd 
really like to see that too". I was learning something new about this
man!  
 
I pulled on a jacket because I did feel very naked and 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 Tom insisted I check my coat. I did, took a deep breath,
and went in. 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 every one
found a 
reason to stoke my ass, and felt the slip waist band, but no lower seams,
only 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 letting me feel that he had an erection, either. I remembered what
Tom told me 
about the woman he danced with, so during slow dances I managed to miss
his lead a 
few times, and that caused - surprise - a little accidental pelvis
bumping. If felt very 
strange, feeling him through the thin fabric of my dress. I thought,
after an hour or so, 
he had read by touch every label on every garment I was wearing. Not that
was a big 
trick. He wasn't being grabby, either - no hand on my leg (by now I was
sitting at a 
small table with him) or ass grabbing, but casual touches. He didn't even
try to kiss me, 
and that was a disappointment - I wanted my daydreams to be filled. He
did make some 
interesting suggestions, though,  
 
Tom 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.  
 
After a while I figured I did enough flirting, and Tom should have had
enough as a 
fledgling voyeur. I was horny and wanted to get in bed with my husband. I
got my coat, 
walked out, and got in our car. A few minutes later Tom got in 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 Tom,
and said "He 
didn't ask me for a date, but he did ask me to get some air with him, in
his car."  
 
Tom 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 a
lot 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. He asked what about my car? That
way he said 
I'd be in control."  
 
"Stop, you're going to make me come without touching me! It sounds like
he's a smooth 
operator. But this is a small car." We came in our bench seat old fogie
Olds. "Not much 
could happen here, maybe some kissing and making out, that's all, and
that would be all 
right."  
 
"Are you crazy? There's a lot of room in this car!"  
 
"Not enough."  
 
I said "Let me show you."  
 
I lifted up the center armrest, and had Tom recline his seat a bit, and
tilt the steering 
wheel up.  
 
"This could have happened."  
 
I pulled him across the seat, kissed him, tongue all over the place.  
 
I said "I think he'd want to do that. 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."  
 
"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 Tom'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 - oh, there's more room here than I thought" he said.  
 
"Would you want your wife to be in someone else's arms, like this?"  
 
"Oh, yeah. I dream about that!"  
 
"I'm going to pretend you're him. This would probably happen." I pulled
him toward me, 
lifted up to meet him, and we kissed again. More like teenagers than a 30
something 
married couple.   
 
I said "Should your wife do that, too?"  
 
He whispered "Yes. I'd like that, I want you to do that".   
 
I knew he was getting really excited. So was I.  
 
"I'd want to do this, too" I said, and 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 Tom.  
 
Tom said "Oh yeah, That would drive him crazy."  
 
"You may think I'm awful, honey, but then I'd do this." I took that hand,
and moved it 
from my mouth, along my cheek, and neck, to my breast.  
 
Tom could feel my nipple standing up.  
 
"The only reason for not wearing a bra is so he could touch me like
that," I told Tom.  
 
"Ahhhh, yes, make him do that, too!"  
 
I was really letting my imagination run wild, feeling sexy, and
pretending Tom was 
someone else. After a few more minutes. . .   
 
"I'd have to tell him I liked that. Maybe, if he was nice. . ."  
 
"Oh, he'd be nice," Tom interrupted as I took his hand from my left
breast, and moved it 
to the neckline of my dress.  
 
He was looking down at me.  
 
I guided his hand to the buttons, opened the first couple.   
 
". . . I'd ask him to help with this."  
 
"You'd do that???  I'd want you to, but I thought you'd get mad."  
 
Tom never had trouble with my dresses, but he fumbled now. Finally, when
it was 
opened far enough - almost to my waist - I said ". . . I'd 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?"  
 
A minute passed.  
 
He was silent, eyes closed, but his hand moved over my breast. I closed
my eyes, 
imagining it was someone else, and it was even more exciting. I found 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 that?"  
 
"Yes, I want him to play with your tits."  
 
Now 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 
did this?"  
 
I took the open front of the dress and pulled it to the side, exposing a
breast, and looked 
down at his hand holding me, nipple being rolled and twisted between his
fingers.  
 
'Yes, let him see your tits, too."  
 
"Should I. .. ." I said, and pulled his hand away, pulled his head
towards my chest, and 
lifted 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'd think you were terrific!"  
 
Do you really want me to let someone kiss my breasts, Tom?"  
 
"Mmmm."  
 
"When we were dating, I remember you doing something else. Shouldn't he,
too?" I took 
his hand and moved it down, across my lap, up my leg over my dress to my
knee, and 
then down until it was touching my skin on my calf, midway between my
knee and 
ankle.  
 
"Do you think I should tell him both me and my husband want him to touch
me?"  
 
"Yes," he mumbled (well, his mouth was full).   
 
His hand was just stroking my leg, so I said "Don't be shy, stranger",
put ,y hand on his 
wrist,  and started it towards my knee. Tom's hand went under the dress
and slip, and 
then, once at my knee, 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, so that by the time he got to my vagina he found
it hot, and wet, 
and available. And he didn't waste a minute. He got fingers into me,
while he was still 
sucking at my nipple.  
 
"Tom?"   
 
"Yes?"  
 
"Are you serious that you want me to get someone to do this?"  
 
"Oh yes."  
 
"My dress is getting wrinkled." I lifted up, pulled at my hem, folded it
and my half slip 
back to my waist. His hand never stopped, but now, in the dim light of
the parking lot, 
we could see my breast, exposed, and my legs spread with Tom's fingers
moving in and 
out of my cunt.  
 
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?
That's all right with 
you?"  
 
"Yes."  
 
We both enjoyed the game a little too much, and I knew my husband,
playing a guy who 
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."  
 
"But I want to give you - no, I want to give him - some pleasure, too,
OK?"  
 
 "What would you do?"  
 
By now his mouth was on my breast again. 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 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.  
 
I lowered my head until it was in his lap, but facing him. I could feel
the heat from his 
crotch. I got my hands on his belt, got that 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, then
pealed back 
the foreskin, and felt twitches, and quivers, as he tried to control
himself.  
 
"Well??"  
 
"Yes, I'd want you to do that."  
 
"Tom, his cock would be right in front of my mouth. Shouldn't I do
something about 
that?"  
 
"Yes, 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 it.  
 
Took a break after a minute. "Is this what you'd want me to do?"   
 
He pushed himself back deep into my mouth, and I heard "Yes. Do more".  
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 Tom's
hand 
covering my exposed crotch, an exposed breast,  and Tom's cock almost in
my mouth. 
He got in his car, and drove away.  
 
Tom usually has a lot of endurance - he can hold his erection for a long
time. But now, 
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.  
 
Afterwards, driving home -"Tom, you owe me a major orgasm."  
 
"You're going to get one!"  
 
His cock wasn't working any more that night, but his fingers and mouth
were. I got what 
I wanted.  
 
The next morning we spent in bed, cuddling, talking.  
 
"That was some fun."  
 
"I liked last night", I said, "did you?"  
 
"You bet."  
 
He asked: "Would you really do that 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?"  
 
"It made it even better."  
 
Tom 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 would end up here with me later."  
 
"Tom, the only 'more' left would be for someone else to fuck me." 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.  
 
Tuesday, in bed, before sex, Tom gave me a gift. I often wear a thin gold
necklace with a 
single diamond pendent. It's a favorite that Tom gave me. This was a much
longer fine 
chain. I doubled it, put it on my neck.  
 
"No, no, you wear that 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 ends hanging free a few
inches down 
my hip.  
 
"Now, that IS sexy" , he said, and proved it.  
 
Afterwards - at least I thought it was afterwards - I told him how much I
liked it, but 
that I thought it should be worn more as a belt on a simple dress.
"Barbara, wear it on 
your skin. And Barbara, it will be OK if I'm not the only guy who sees
you wearing it."  
 
That lead to another sexy session.   
 
On Friday morning, at breakfast, I asked "Are you sure you want to go
back to the 
Marriett tonight?"  
 
He answered with a question and a grin. "Yeah, what about you?"  
 
"Tom, this is a dangerous game, but I admit I like it too, but, uh, what
if. . .?"  
 
He looked at me right in the eye. "Anything you do is sure OK with me."  
 
My grad students didn't have my full attention that day. I got home
early, Tom by 6:30.  
I was ready to get dressed. Tom 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 being in the shower, Tom knelt in front of
me, looped the 
chain around my waist, pulled me close and nuzzled into my pubic mound.
"Everything 
else can go, but only I get to take this off, OK?"  
 
"OK."  
 
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, just in case?"  
 
"OK."  
 
"Thighs?"  
 
"Tom, 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, fairly high heeled shoes. If we were
playing strip poker, 
I couldn't lose too many hands. I felt free, sexy, naked, hot. "Tom, if
tonight starts off 
like last week did, you may have to wait a while if I'm having fun. Will
that be OK?"  
 
His eyes told the story - it sure would! He confirmed it. "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. I don't want to break those
promises."  
 
"Honey, " he said, "this is not cheating. It's for our pleasure, and I
don't care about other 
people's opinions. It's between us."   
 
"OK. I'm ready to go."  
 
"Good, but before we do. . ."  
 
He took me in 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. 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 doing this."   We started to the
hotel: not a word 
was spoken as we drove along Rt. 2, not a word along 128, we were each
lost in our 
thoughts. The hotel is just a couple of turns from 128, and we got there
too soon. He 
whispered "I love you" as he dropped me off, then went to park the car. I
sat in the 
lobby, feeling excited, erotic, maybe a little trashy. Tom walked in - I
know he saw me - 
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, entered. Tonight, I was
pretty sure, I'd 
be kissed passionately by a new person, and was scared and excited about
it.  
 
I had two cocktails for courage at the bar, rejecting a couple of
invitations to dance. 
Finally, I decided it was time. It 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 named 
Ted who was a sweetheart of a guy. Sexy, too. He 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 that. 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 
Tom at the bar, watching. I'm pretty sure he saw Ted's hand move down my
back, and 
cup my ass. I knew Ted thought he was touching bare ass under my skirt.
And once, 
when we were slow dancing, his left hand moved in to my shoulder, while
he held me 
close. I could see Tom watching, as I looked at him over Ted's shoulder.
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 him with my arm
around his 
back, and changed the position of my other hand, which was between us, so
that it was 
over his, rather than being held by it. Then I pulled his wrist down, so
that he could feel 
my breast, and nipple, through my dress. When we turned again I could see
Tom 
staring, mouth open. Ted let me know he was a little aroused, too, as he
squeezed my 
breast, and held me against an increasingly hot and hard crotch. I may be
married for a 
while, but I was attractive enough to cause some reaction. The dance
floor was dark 
enough so I could enjoy that contact, and he lead me close to our table
at the end of the 
dance so he wouldn't be seen walking off with that thing so noticeable.
At one point Ted 
apologized when he (I think accidentally) poked me with it as we were
dancing. "That's 
all right" I told him, and moved so that the poking continued a bit.   
 
About 10 PM I excused myself and walked along the bar to the ladies room.
I nodded to 
Tom as I passed him. When I came out of the ladies room, Tom was waiting.
 
 
"You gave me the high sign. Are you ready to go home now and get fucked?"
 
 
"No".  
 
"Oh. Well, does that guy want to go out to his car with you?"  
 
"Not this guy, honey."  
 
"What, then? I'm ready for something to happen."  
 
"He's staying here, and asked me if I'd go to his room for a little more
privacy."  
 
"What!"  
 
"Maybe we should leave, and I can take you home, and show you what might
have 
happened."  
 
"That's not my first choice."   
 
"Mine, neither. I could spend more time with him here and play around
some more."   
 
"Oh, I'm so damn horny", Tom said.  
 
"Or you could wait down here for me, and I'd go to his room for a couple
of hours, and 
maybe - no, probably - get 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 about what he wanted. "Barbara, I'm going
into the men's 
room. I've gotta get some release from my hard on, and I don't want leave
right now. 
And then I'm going to have a couple of drinks in the bar, I figure I'm
going to spend 
maybe an hour and a half or two hours here. Your choice. You can sit with
me, or. . ."  
 
"Tom, this was your idea. But, husband, I promised you 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."  
 
"Tom, that guy wants me to go to his room. That's because he wants
privacy, and he's 
not going to just 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 away from him, 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!"  
 
I kissed him. "Good. Me too. Hey, think of this while you're waiting.
Those wifely lips 
you just kissed are probably going to be doing something pretty un-wifely
soon. Bye!"  
 
He took my arm. "Barbara, if you go to his room, memorize everything, OK?
Make it a 
great time for him, and you. Do everything you want, because I want that,
too, but 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 know about everything we do", and I walked back,
horny, and ready, 
and fast enough so he wouldn't have time to change his mind.  
 
I sat with Ted again. The music was nice, so we moved back to the floor.
He had one 
arm around me, and the other went right to my breast. I rested my head on
his shoulder, 
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 our games? I whispered "Yes. After
this dance, I'll 
go with you."  
 
 
End of  part 1/2.  See part 2/2 for the conclusion. It's worth it. 
 
tonytony3@juno.com 
 


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