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A Voyeur's wife's POV 2/2 (wife sharing)  
 
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He held me closer, and there was a lot of excitement coming from him,
about groin 
high.  
 
When I came out of the lounge a couple of minutes later, with Ted's arm
around my 
waist, and mine around his, I saw Tom sitting in the lobby. The hall was
pretty bright, 
and Ted had trouble concealing the fact he had an erection. I'm sure Tom
noticed.  
 
He watched us walk across to the elevator. He watched as we held hands,
watched as the 
elevator opened, and watched his wife get in with a guy who had less than
honorable 
intentions toward her. I expected him to stop me, but he let me go,
holding hands with 
Ted as we walked away. The elevator doors closed, and opened, too soon, I
thought. But 
no, we arrived, walked down the hall, stopped in front of room 635.  
 
He opened the door, let me go in first.  
 
I looked at Ted as he posted a "Do not Disturb" sign, heard the door
close, and the night 
lock engage, too. That sounded kind of final!  
 
He took my hand and lead me past the door to the bath room, to the main
room. I saw 
the king sized bed. What was I getting into? Could I keep this under
control? Did I want 
to?   
 
He took me into his arms - I went willingly, expecting that first kiss.
Instead, he talked. 
"Barbara, you're wearing a wedding ring. Are you married?"  
 
Opps. I forgot about that. Well, try honesty.  
 
I returned his imbrace,ed one arm around his back, the other to the back
of his head, and 
said "yes".  
 
"Does your husband know you're out like this?"  
 
"Yes."  
 
"What's going on? Is it an open marriage deal?"  
 
"No, it's just that a couple of weeks ago we both got excited about the
idea of someone 
picking me up, so we wanted to try it for real once. And here I am."  
 
"You're kidding! Do you mean he's one of those guys where it's a turn on
for him for you 
to meet a guy, and come up to his room?"  
 
"It's new to us, but we both liked the idea."  
 
"Wow. . . .well, I'm not used to bringing married women to my room."  
 
"That makes us even, I've never been in a hotel room like this with a man
I hardly 
know."  
 
"Well, this changes everything. What do you want to happen?"  
 
He still had his arms around me. I snuggled closer, and decided to be
bold. "You wanted 
privacy. Me too. I'd liked to be seriously kissed by somebody other than
my husband. 
Will you kiss me?"  
 
He kissed me, and I kissed back. It may be the 90's, but this was the
first sexy kiss I 
responded to from anyone but my husband since I was a teenager.  
 
It got hot quickly. Both our mouths opened, tongues touched. And I liked
it! Ted needed 
a shave, I felt myself getting what I used to call beard rash, and didn't
care.  
 
"I couldn't do that in the lounge", he said, and I told him "Then I'm
glad we came here. 
That was very nice".  I couldn't believe I was saying and doing the
things I was saying 
and doing.  
 
He lowered his hands to my buttocks, pulled me up toward him. With just a
skirt 
between his hands and my skin, it felt very sexy. I didn't resist at all,
just moved closer 
to him. Still, it wasn't too much different from what he did downstairs.
I could feel his 
erection, too. My hands were around his back, but I figured two could
play - actually 
three were playing - so I lowered my hands to his ass, and pulled his
hips, saying  "Two 
can play at that, Ted". 
 
His pelvis - his erect dick - ground into me big time! That's what
happened a couple of 
weeks ago to my husband. 
 
"That's nice, too", he said.  
 
He broke the embrace.  
 
I thought of Tom with his imagination going wild, and reached for him
again.   
 
"I'm glad your husband likes this idea."  
 
"We both liked this idea."  
 
I put one hand around his neck, pulled his head close for another kiss. I
liked kissing 
this guy, and wasn't sure how things are supposed to proceed, anyhow. But
he did. His 
hands were on my ass again, working at pulling up my skirt. He wasn't
being very 
successful at it. I pulled away a little, reached behind me, and helped
him. Now he could 
lift it again. I felt coolness on my legs as it went up - how strange to
feel that. But there 
was also the touch  of his hands on my skin - cool, controlling,
experienced. At least one  
of us knew what to do..   
 
 In a moment, his hands were on my buttocks again, but on skin, not
skirt.   
 
"No panties. I like that!"   
 
"That was my husband's idea."  
 
"That makes it even better."  
 
No other man but Tom had ever touched my ass before like that. It was
strange, but very 
sexy, too.  
 
I had one hand on the back of his head, the other on his cheek, so I
could touch his 
mouth as he caressed me. I used that one to trace down to his neck, then
between us to 
his chest. Oh, what the hell, I let it drift across his crotch, too. I am
not good at judging 
things like this, but it felt huge! What an odd sensation, feeling that
heat, that hardness, 
feeling his hands grabbing my ass, hands of someone I met only a couple
of hours ago. 
Being seductive and seduced like this was new, wicked, exciting, and fun.
 
 
I realized I had my eyes closed while his fingers were tracing up and
down between my 
buttocks, rubbing my anus. I opened them. His were open, looking into my
eyes, then 
behind me, and into my eyes again. I suddenly knew he was watching us
embrace in the 
mirror, or looking at the reflection of his hand on my ass. By now I
could feel one hand 
was holding my skirt against my back while the other one fondled me,
probing at my 
ass. That was shocking, but very thrilling, too. I didn't try to stop
him, and instead stood 
a little taller, and kind of lifted one leg a bit over his, making it
easier for him.  
 
"Are you looking at me in the mirror?"  
 
"Yes, do you have a problem with that?"  
 
"No, we wondered what it would be like to have someone else hold me and
look at me, 
and touch me, too. So far, I like what you're doing."  
 
He broke the embrace, dropping my skirt, and pulled the cover off the
bed, grabbed me, 
and pulled me on it. He pulled at my blouse.   
 
"Wait, don't pull like that" I said.   
 
Well, Tom and I agreed breasts were in bounds. I knelt, facing away from
him.  
pulled at my blouse, pulling the front free of my skirt, was very aware
of the feeling of 
its hem sliding up my belly. Ted knelt behind me and helped - such a
gentleman - by 
pulling it free from the sides, and the back.  Then his hands were on my
skin, on my 
hips, under the blouse - an electric touch. I looked up, saw myself in
the mirror, saw a 
man behind me, saw movement under my blouse, felt hands touching the
underside, 
then the most sensitive part of my breasts. I saw a man lean towards a
woman's ear, felt 
a tongue create a thrilling sensation. Saw his mouth slide down from ear
to neck, felt 
wetness there. Felt his mouth's progress impeded by my blouse's collar,
and saw the 
woman in the mirror reach  up, release one button, then another and
another,  and then 
slide the partly open blouse's collar toward her shoulder, so the man in
the mirror's 
mouth would be free to feast on flesh. Felt the little bits as it
feasted. Saw the man look 
up at the reflection of the woman in the mirror, and heard him ask  "I
wonder what your 
husband would say about this?" 
 
"I know what he'd say." 
 
The mouth bit at my shoulder. "What?" 
 
"He told me he'd want me to have you see my breasts, too." 
 
"Then show them to me!" 
 
The woman in the mirror's hands went to the buttons, releasing them. I
felt the tension 
in the blouse, caused by his hands on me, releasing. The last one was
opened. The 
woman in the mirror 's right hand took the left lapel, pushed it to her
shoulder. I felt the 
cloth drag over my nipple, as his hand cuooed my breast. The man, still
kissing the 
other shoulder, watched as her breast  - my breast - being held by his
hand, was 
uncovered. Then the woman took the other side, already on her shoulder,
and started it 
down her arm. The man in the mirror released her breasts,  so he could
help her pull her 
arms from the blouse sleeves. I felt the blouse slide down my arms, and
his eyes on me. 
Her breasts, my breasts, were ruddy colored from his hands, from my
excitement - 
aurora smaller than I ever remember as an adult, nipples more extended.  
 
I wanted him to look at me like a sexy woman, not a tenure track
professor. And, Tom 
did say to make it sexy.   
 
This was much more exciting than the pretending I did with Tom a week ago
in the 
parking lot. It was so erotic, the mirror now showing each nipple trapped
between his 
thumb and forefinger, being twisted, kneeded. I felt the pinches, the
mild pain.  
 
I looked down at his hands, holding me, and mine, holding his to me, then
up again, 
enjoying seeing, in the mirror, a woman, topless, a man behind her,
kissing her neck, 
his hands on her breasts. How sexy! I sat up straighter, shoulders back.
The woman in 
the mirror was thrusting  her breasts into the man's hands!  
 
Those breasts had been only Tom's for all of these years. Well, until
now. Tom wanted 
me to share them, and I liked seeing them held by this guy, and the
erotic and mild pain 
of his twists and pinches, too. After a moment, I sort of scooted down on
the bed, then 
turned to Ted, hoping he'd like what he saw.   
 
"My husband also said he hoped someone would kiss them. I want that,
too." 
 
He stared at me, lying beside him. He looked at my breasts.  
 
He put both hands on one breast, in a pushing, spreading motion,
flattening it, putting 
tension on my nipple. He opened his mouth as wide as he could, lowered in
to me, 
sucked in as much as he  could, hard, and his tongue teased it. More
beard burn! What a  
wonderful, exciting feeling. Tom never did it that way. I resolved to
teach him. I 
realized I had one hand under my breast, lifting it to his mouth, the
other on the back of 
his head, holding him to me. How erotic, how wicked! 
 
I remembered how exciting it was in the car last week. How he thought,
no, how we 
thought, I should do the same thing to someone else. How I should be
provocative, sexy. 
And now, how much I wanted to be!  I pushed Ted away, reached for the
buttons on his 
shirt, and said "Your turn."  
 
He sat up, kicked off shoes, pulled off socks. He stood beside the bed,
got off his tie, his 
shirt, his undershirt, too.  
 
I watched, and said, truthfully, "Nice body."  
 
Belt open, pants off.  
 
Jockey shorts, having a hard time hiding an erection. I had not seen
anything like that, 
except my husband's. This was why I was here! 
 
He seemed to hesitate. "I'm not sure about this, with you married and
all. . ."  
 
I sat up on the edge of the bed.  
 
"Come here," I said, got my arms on his waist, pulled him to me, between
my legs, 
opened my mouth, and let my warm breath add to the heat coming through
his briefs 
from his crotch. Well, Tom liked that last week. A different smell,
different feelings.  
 
"I'll show you I'm sure".  
 
I  pulled his shorts down slowly. I saw some dark pubic hair exposed,
then the veined 
shaft, thicker than I expected. The elastic on his shorts slid along what
seemed to be a 
long shaft, and a moment  later his entire penis sprung free. I loved
knowing this 
woman could have such an effect on this man. I saw a drop of pre-come
already, and 
found this new cock throbbing in front of my face fascinating. I wanted
to remember 
every detail.  
 
"That looks wonderful" I said, as he finished stepping out of his shorts.
 
 
I leaned forward, towards his cock, hands now on his bare ass. . I closed
my eyes, 
remembering, then said "This is my husband's idea, too," and drew him -it
- closer.  
 
I took his penis in my hand - so warm, so alive, looking so urgent - the
only cock except 
Tom's I'd touched. A gentle dry kiss on its shaft, and a gentle lick of
its head, and then, 
as I did in the car with Tom, with my eyes closed, took as much as I
could in my mouth. 
I told Tom my lips would be doing something unwifely. I wondered if a
different cock 
would have a different taste. It did. Ted's hands went to my head, and he
held me, while 
his hips flexed. His cock was moving in my mouth - fucking it! So big, so
hot, so 
exciting! What would  my friends say - this very straight Barbara, Ph.
D., sitting on a 
bed, a stranger's cock in her mouth, and her loving it!   
 
In a moment I pulled away. I got out off the bed, pushed him on it, being
 totally sexy, 
free, wanton. I stood pretty much between his knees now, lifted one foot,
and the skirt 
did what it was supposed to, and fell away from my leg, as I slipped one
shoe off. 
Changed legs, got the other one off, too.  
 
By now he was stoking himself. I moved closer: he pulled me between his
legs. My 
breasts were about mouth high, and he started working on them again. One
went into 
his mouth, the other was getting twisted and teased, hard, with his one
hand, and his 
other hand was stroking his cock.  
 
I had a brief reluctance, but I held his head to my nipple. Tom, I
decided, didn't pay 
enough attention to my breasts, but Ted was. His teeth on one, fingers
twisting the other, 
was almost painful, but wonderful, too.   
 
I leaned into his mouth. His other hand began working its way up the
inside of my leg, 
touching me in ways no one but Tom ever did.  Maybe he'd show me other
things to 
teach Tom.  
 
I released his head, and moved his hands away. I found the clip on my
skirt, and using 
both hands got it unhooked, and held it closed, in position.  
 
I took about a half step back.  
 
He looked at me with lust in his eye, mouth open.  
 
I felt a moment of hesitation, remembered the play acting Tom and I did
in the car, and 
remembered what my husband said he wanted me to do. I hoped he still
wanted it.  
 
I let go one side of the skirt, and felt it unwrap around my body. It
felt as sensual as 
anything I ever did.  
 
Now I was standing in front of him, with my skirt held up by one hand so
the material 
flowed down in front of me. I looked down at bare breasts, exposed hips,
the thin chain 
around them, and a draped skirt hiding my pubic mound, and a stranger
holding an 
erection with both hands.  
 
"Breath-taking" he said.   
 
"This is more exciting than I hoped. I love it!" I hadn't been this horny
in years!  
 
"Please, will you turn around?"  
 
Still holding my skirt up, I did the same modeling turn I showed my
husband a little 
while ago. Except, Tom saw me clothed. I wished I had put perfume on my
thighs, like 
Tom wanted me to. Ted looked at every inch of me: my hip, my ass, my
other hip, and 
my breasts, again. Now someone other than Tom saw me almost totally
exposed. I don't 
think a man can understand the feeling!  
 
"Come closer."  
 
I did, watching as he reached to pull me closer.  
 
I wondered what Tom would say when he heard about this. But Ted knew what
he 
wanted. He put one hand behind my knee, lifted it. I put my free hand on
his shoulder 
both for balance, and because I was feeling weak-kneed. He guided my leg
so that I had 
one foot on the bed, next to his hip. The skirt was still draped across
me. Then he took 
the wrist of my hand that was holding the skirt. It was almost at my
cleavage.  
 
He started lowering it, and I didn't resist, was just enjoying the
moment, and the 
sensation of the material as it moved on my body. I watched as his hand
moved mine 
lower, and enjoyed the touch of his fingers as they followed the
material.  
 
I watched as it moved over the chain. Tom gave me that so I'd remember
this was for 
both of us. Then my navel became exposed, and in a few seconds, the start
of my own 
pubic hair. Tom wanted someone else to see my complete body. Now it was
happening. I 
felt him moving my hand, and watched his face and eyes, as they followed
the progress 
of the skirt. For just a moment I stiffened my hand, but Ted, with a
gentle pull, started 
the movement down again. Another couple of inches, and out along the
thigh of the leg 
I had on the bed. Now my cunt was exposed, too. With one leg on the bed,
I felt as 
though my vulva was exposed and open, the skirt was shielding only one of
my thighs.  
 
I knew at one level when I came into this room I might - no, probably
would - have 
intercourse - fuck -  with someone other than Tom for the first time.
This was the next 
step..  
 
I knew all of that, and decided my skirt was kind of the last shield
between me and him. 
If it went, I was even more committed to this. I thought of Tom,
downstairs, and our 
acting out in the car, and relaxed my grip. The skirt, no longer
protection, slid off my 
leg, and off the bed.  
 
He was staring at my cunt.  
 
I couldn't help myself. I put my other hand on his shoulder, too. I
stretched and arched 
my body, flet myself moving my knee that was beside him away, and with my
hands on 
his shoulders, and one foot on the bed, couldn't be more exposed and
available!  
 
I closed my eyes, felt his fingers touch my vulva. I was so wet and horny
that his fingers 
met nothing but heat and moisture as he ran them along its lips. And a
finger found its 
way inside me. The analytical part of my mind logged it as a first
penetration,  but 
everything else was focused on the physical pleasure. My legs were
quivering - this was 
what Tom wanted to know about, and now it was something I wanted to do,
and 
memorize for him, too. As his finger moved up and in, I moved to help it
penetrate. And 
watched his face as I took his wrist in my hand, and guided his hand to
just where I 
wanted to be touched. . .  
 
"You haven't done this ever before?" he asked.  
 
"Never."  
 
"Well, then, in that case. . ."  
 
Now my eyes were closed, and I was enjoying every second. I muttered
something about 
my body bringing pleasure to my husband in a different way, tonight. I
felt movement, 
felt his mouth on my inner thigh, felt his tongue tracing up, and I
arched even more as it 
found my clit! A penetration of the second kind! So different a motion
than my 
husband's. I put a hand on the back of his head, pulling him to me,
feeling fingers 
opening me, and tongue and fingers doing new and strange magic on me. I
never had an 
orgasm standing up before. I wonder if other woman had as much trouble
standing 
while it happens?  
 
Ted paused while I shuttered.   
 
When it was over I pushed him away, and still holding his hand, moved
onto the bed, 
rolled on my side, pulled him beside me. I felt this warm body, different
than my 
husband's, all along mine. I guess putting my leg over his hip was
automatic, but it put 
his cock against my pelvis!  
 
He was watching me as his hands stoked my back, my ass, and over my
buttocks to my 
cunt as I stretched and arched closer to him.  
 
"I can't believe your husband wanted you to do this," he whispered.  
 
I closed my eyes, remembering.  
 
"We talked about this happening," I whispered, "and I told him maybe
someone would 
be kissing and touching me. He said that would be all right, and he could
do even more. 
When I said the only more would be that he might have sex with me, he
said that was 
OK, too."  
 
I opened my eyes, saw Ted still looking at me. I took my leg from over
him, moved his 
hands from around me, rolled on my back.  
 
I looked at him beside me, pulled him towards me.  
 
He moved closer, and then he was kneeling, straddling me, his knees
outside of mine. 
He leaned forward, put his hands near my shoulders, bent to kiss me,
while his erect 
cock pushed at my pelvis. He lifted away, suspended, arched, over me. I
was now a bit 
scared, my legs were tight together.   
 
His cock poked at my belly, my pelvis, again.   
 
"Barbara, open your eyes."  
 
I did.  
 
"Are you having second thoughts?"  
 
I nodded.  
 
"Do you want me to stop?"  
 
I moved one leg, pushing at his. He shifted, lifting his, so I could
raise my knee, and got 
that leg outside his.  
 
He shifted again, so I could release the other one, too.  
 
Now, when he straightened he was between my legs, my knees were up, near
his hips, 
his cock was touching my pubic hair, my cunt's lips were partly open
because - well - I 
was spread out for him.   
 
"No, don't stop." I whispered, to him, to me, and for Tom.  
 
He said "Show me what you want - show me exactly what your husband wants
you to do.  
Show me what you think would turn him on."  
 
What an exciting, perverted idea. I reached for his cock. There were a
lot of firsts 
tonight, and I was very ready for the next one.  
 
I moved my knees up on ether side of his torso, and got my feet flat on
the bed.  
 
I hoped Tom would enjoy hearing about this as much as I was, doing it.  
 
I lifted/rotated my hips a little, got my knees as far apart as I could.
Ted moved so I 
could lead the tip of his penis to the lips of my vagina. Then he held
his position. I 
moved his cock along my lips, back and forth a few times - it felt so
good, and so odd, 
too. "He wants me to do this", I said as I felt, and helped, its head
find the lips, I used 
my other hand to spread myself a little wider.  
 
"Don't look at my face now, look there."   
 
We both watched, and I opened myself for this new, hungry, erect cock. I
raised my 
pelvis and felt the blunt pressure of his penis's head against me. I
moved so that his 
cock's head was just parting my lips. I closed my eyes for a moment,
remembering my 
husband, and the games we played, and whispered to myself "This is for
you, too." I 
held his cock, lifted another fraction, felt myself being forced open,
and saw and felt half 
its head, then all of it, start to enter me. I aligned my pelvis as best
I could, looked at 
him, and said "Let me do this."  
 
I lifted my hips some more, towards this cock. I felt and saw the shaft
of his cock slip 
into me, opening me, the head probing, spreading me as I raised myself in
one delicious, 
long, slow movement. I felt myself flush red hot. His penis's head pushed
the walls of 
my cunt, making space in me for that long, hot, veined rod, going deeper
in me than 
Tom could reach. Then, pushing, slowly rotating his hips, he moved, too,
until his stiff 
pubic hair was against my belly, and his cock was fully seated in me. I
could feel his 
pulse in it - it was rapture! This new cock fit - I know, they all do -
and I thought "This 
is how adultery feels, when your husband approves." I was fucking -
really fucking, now 
- a man I wasn't married to.  
 
His pressure and weight forced my ass back on the bed - I realized I had
lifted my pelvis 
a lot to get him into me. I looked down along our bodies, seeing breasts,
my nipples 
erect, red, his chest, torsos joined at the crotch with what looked like
common hair, his 
and mine, together, touching. And where the visual part ended, the sexual
part began. I 
could feel little movements in me as he adjusted his pelvis's position.
His cock would 
press more on one place, then another, as though it was searching for,
memorizing,  the 
right spot to erupt. I was full of him, his heat, his size!    
 
He began withdrawing, exposing what was now a glistening, wet shaft. That
was me, 
my moisture, wetting him, lubricating him! I had done, was doing, what
had been 
unthinkable only a couple of weeks ago!   He withdrew slowly until it was
almost out. I 
watched and felt  his erection disappear in me again, spreading and
stretching me with 
less effort this time. It didn't take too long for me to get close to
another orgasm, and I 
was pretty sure from how hard and fast he was pushing that he was close,
too.  
 
He moved in and out of me slowly, I could feel wetness everywhere, cool
under my ass, 
hot in my cunt, as he fucked me: no, as we fucked each other. 
 
You can tell I had an accurate memory until now, but it became clouded
here. I do 
remember bringing my legs together again, under him, relaxing them as he
pushed, then 
hard together, squeezing his cock as he pulled. I remember my wrists
being held above 
my head by his strong hands, as his pelvis pushed against, into, mine, as
his cock 
pushed and stretched and filled and violated and in its own instinctive
way found new 
places to give me pleasure. I don't think I could have been a more
enthusiastic partner as 
he pounded into me..  
 
In almost too short a time he whispered "Barbara, I can't hold back much
longer! Should 
I pull out? I didn't put on a condom."   
 
I felt him throbbing, felt a strong heart beat bounding in his cock, from
him, in me,  felt 
my own little muscle spasms grabbing at his cock as he started to pull
away. "NO" I 
said, freeing my hands, grabbing his waist, holding his hips close. I got
one leg out from 
under him, then the other,  wrapped them around his back, locked my
ankles, and pulled 
him closer. I tipped my pelvis so that I was as wider still, and almost
hissed. "Come in 
me. Give me every drop!"  
 
I watched his face redden, and I felt myself flush and quiver, too. I
loved the way he 
pushed in, and loved the way his cock seemed to grow a little longer at
the last minute, 
reach still deeper in me, and get hotter, too. I looked down, saw him
pull back a couple 
of inches, thrust in, again and again, and I could feel the twitches his
cock was making 
as he ejaculated in me, grunting, making "Uhhhh" noises with each spasm
as he came, 
in time with my own noises. I put a hand on either side of my cunt,
spread it as much as 
I could, and pushed against his pelvis. I captured his shaft between the
thumb and 
fingers of each hand, and began a milking motion ". . . every drop. . ." 

 
And he delivered. Each time he'd thrust, I heard myself moan, and met
him, with my 
knees far apart, sometimes legs bent, sometimes straight out and up,
masturbating him 
with each stroke, very aware of feeling him push in me with each spurt,
of that very 
male look on his face.  I'm sure I could feel his semen pumping into me.
Tom wanted 
me to be memorable for this guy. I was trying.   
 
It seemed to take a long time to empty himself. He was pushing, stroking,
even when I 
felt, in all that heat and moisture, his penis finally get a little
softer, get a little smaller.  
 
At last he stopped, paused on me, then rolled off, trailing a thread of
his cum and my 
lubrication across our pelvises.  
 
We lay there, both out of breath, both sweating, my hand stroking his
cock, his fingers 
probing my vagina, heat radiating from pelvises, coolness from the puddle
of my 
lubrication under me. I could feel some of his cum cooling, too,  as it
leaked from me, 
could feel his cock softening in my hand. What a sense of power I had,
and of relief at 
having gone through this thing for Tom, and for me.  
 
"I loved it", I said.   
 
"Me too. Thank your husband for me."  
 
A few minutes later, somewhat recovered, I said "I gotta go, now." I
kissed him. After 
all, he was only the second man to have done that to me.   
 
"Before you go, can I have your name, your phone number, maybe at work?" 

 
"Uh-uh. This was only time only, it won't happen again. Pleasant dreams."
 
 
I stopped for a minute in his bath room, wiped some of what he put in me
away. I 
washed up quickly. He had some talcum powder, and used a bit of that on
my pelvis, got 
into my blouse, skirt, shoes, and let myself out. I took the "Do Not
Disturb" sign as a 
kind of trophy.  
 
Tom was in the bar, looking very anxious.  
 
"Honey, you weren't gone very long - only 45 minutes. I guess nothing
happened."  
 
I didn't answer that. "I'll tell you at home. Let's go" I said, instead. 

 
When we got home, he wanted to sit and talk, but I insisted he come to
bed.  
 
"Please talk to me" he said.  
 
"Get in bed", I told him. He did. I got out of my outfit. I turned around
at the foot of the 
bed. "How do I look?"  
 
"You look great. Are you going to talk to me?"  
 
"I promise to not to keep any secrets, but you're going to have to give
me some time."  
 
I was scared of how he'd feel.  
 
I stood close. "Take off the chain."  
 
He did.  
 
"No one else did that tonight."  
 
"Good."  
 
I got into bed.  
 
He reached to kiss me, but I stopped that. I lay on my back, and spread
my legs. "Get on 
me."  
 
He did, and tried to get his penis where he wanted it.  
 
"Not yet, please, honey."  
 
He was laying between my legs, and looked at me. "What's going on?"  
 
"Honey, look at my face."  
 
He did.  
 
"What do you see?"  
 
"Barbara, it looks like the skin is roughed up a bit."  
 
"Now, why do I want you to shave before we make love?"  
 
"So that my beard doesn't scratch you."  
 
"So what do you know now that you didn't know before?"  
 
"Oh, I get it. Someone else has been kissing you, hard."  
 
"That's right, You are not the only man to kiss me tonight. Is that all
right?"  
 
He shuttered with excitement - totally turned on. So that much was still
OK with him!  
 
"Sexy kisses?"  
 
"Very sexy kisses!"  
 
"I love it. Tell me more."  
 
I put my hands on his shoulders, pushed his head lower, to my breast.   
 
His mouth found it, began sucking the same breast that was sucked on a
short time ago.  
 
"Look at me, Tom. Is anything different?"  
 
He paused. "This one looks a little bruised, and this one looks like it
has some of the 
same whisker rash your mouth has."  
 
I could feel hips making the little motions that means he's very horny.
More evidence 
that I could tell him some more about the night.  
 
I said "Tom, I hope its OK that you're not the only man to play with my
breasts tonight."  
 
"Good!"  
 
"Open your mouth really wide, and suck at my whole tit."  
 
He did.  
 
"That's what he did, too!!!"  
 
I thought he'd go crazy.  
 
"Oh, I like this. Tell me more. What else did he do?"  
 
I pushed him a little lower, then caught him with my legs when his head
was at about 
my navel.  
 
He was getting into it, now, and I was getting hornier, too.  
 
"I smell talcum. Since when did you start using talcum powder, honey?"  
 
"I don't use it. Could that mean some other man's talcum was where your
face is 
tonight?"  
 
He was shaking with excitement. Me too, I liked doing this to him.  
 
I released the hold I had on him with my legs. I opened them for a second
man tonight, I 
could feel how wet I was, and how excited I was.  
 
I put my hands on his shoulders, and pushed him lower still, until I
could feel his breath 
on my pelvis.  
 
I rotated my hips again this evening, opening myself, and felt him put a
hand on either 
side of my vagina, and felt him lower his face into it.  
 
Now I was holding his head in place, while he explored every part of me. 

 
"I smell something different here, too!"  
 
"Maybe. Is that OK with you?"  
 
I thought there'd be a premature ejaculation then.  
 
"Tom?"  
 
"MMMMmmm?"  
 
"I'm about to come!"  
 
I grabbed his hair, pushed his face into my crotch, and had an orgasm.
Again.   
 
And then pulled him along my body.  
 
I asked "Are you mad at me?"  
 
"No"  
 
"Did you like going down on me just now?"  
 
"Yes".  
 
"Even if I fucked someone else a hour ago?"  
 
I kissed him, and found his cock, and guided it - not that it didn't know
the way - into 
me.  
 
I was as again as wide as I could be, and he was pounding me as hard as
he could.  
 
"No, I'm not mad, I love it! Your cunt feels all open and loose! Tell
me!!"  
 
   I wrapped my legs around him - "Tom, don't be mad at me, but I held
him like this, 
and stroked his cock while it was in me, and I asked him to give me every
drop he could, 
and he did. Is that what you wanted to happen?"  
 
Yes, yes, yes"  
 
"And I had two orgasms while he fucked me, too."  
 
I was milking him like I milked Ted, and felt pretty much the same
twitching, and little 
jerks, and I'm pretty sure I could feel him start to come into me, too.  
 
"Honey, when I told him I was married and you wanted me to get fucked, he
got really 
hot - he was in me really deep!"  
 
I guess you could figure out that Tom exploded into me. Just as he
started to I said "And 
your cock is swimming in its own cum, and someone else's, too."  
 
I thought he'd burst! I knew he was weird for wanting to have other guys
screw his wife, 
and I was weird, too, for letting it happen, and enjoying it.  
 
That all happened about six weeks ago.  
 
We've talked about it, and acted it out, and enjoyed it, every time.     
 
 
But you might want to know if we think there'll be a next time.  
 
We think so, but it won't be quite the same.  
 
Next time, we decided, I'm going to do the seducing, and select the man I
want! We've 
even practiced. I dress up, always with the gold chain around me, usually
in the silky, 
dark print front buttoned dress I told you about earlier. But no half
slip, no panties, no 
bra. We both like me to keep the top unbuttoned a couple of inches, and
keep the bottom 
unbuttoned to about mid thigh. The dress reaches to mid calf. Then, when
I cross my 
legs, there's a lot of exposure, and we both get turned on by that. We
especially get 
turned on because if I let the dress hike up a bit, a guy in the right
position, like sitting 
next to me, could find out by touch pretty easily that I was nude
underneath. At least, 
when Tom and I sit in a lounge like that he can get a couple of fingers
very warm and 
moist while each of us is sipping a cocktail.  
 
We go out, and I let other guys try to pick me up, and dance with me.
Almost always the 
moment they hold me they get bold, because they can't feel a bra strap,
or slip, or panty 
seam, and they figure I'm an easy pick up. I love the casual way their
hands seem to 
glide over my ass, how they figure out the chain I wear on my hips, and
how quickly 
they get an erection. Then, I pick up my husband, bring him home. By the
time I get the 
dress unbuttoned and held closed only with a sash - then it's like a
negligee, with legs 
and cleavage showing every time I move - he can hardly control himself.  
 
We think we'll  "go to completion" at one of Tom's out of town technical
conventions 
where most of the attendees are straight arrow type guys who would really
enjoy me as a 
treat and remember what happened the rest of their lives.  
 
Oh, there's another thing that'll be different.  
 
When I told Tom what it was like to have Ted help take my blouse off, and
to show 
myself to Ted, he said he wished he could have seen that. And I realized
it was 
something I wanted him to see.  
 
And when I told him what it was like to unhook my skirt, and have it
unwrap, until I 
was holding it up only in front of my pelvis, and how Ted took my hand
and moved it so 
I was all exposed, well Tom said he wanted to see me do that, too. And,
it's something I 
wish I could have shown him, instead of just telling him about it.  
 
And finally, when I told him what it was like to guide Ted's cock to my
vulva, and then 
to raise my hips while he stayed still and rigid, until his cock got
inside for the first few 
inches, well, he wanted to see that, too. And I really like the idea of
him watching as I 
help a cock slip into me.  
 
So, next time we'll have to fix it so Tom can see. I guess it means we'll
have a hotel 
room with a closet in the bed room, or a balcony, or something. But
sooner or later we'll 
find the right place. Until we do, every time we travel I'll pack my silk
dress. And 
practice by picking up my husband, and giving him the same treat we both
want to give 
to a nice stranger.  
 
Or, there's always a chance I'll meet a nice guy here in town, who'll
tell me he once read 
a story about a woman named Barbara, and her husband Tom. . . (We do use
those 
names when we go out to play). If he's nice enough, we think I should
confess to being 
that Barbara, and introduce him to Tom, and we'll rent a room so Tom can
watch, up 
close.   
 
I know that's a long shot, but it will add even more excitement to our
home town 
practice sessions. 



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