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 tonytony3@juno.com and "Barbara" (a.k.a. abaker at usa dot net).   

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Please read tonytony3's A Wife's Adventure 1/2  first   
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 He held me closer, tighter, until, too soon, the music stopped, and the
dance ended. 

"Are you ready?"

I nodded. We went to the table, he tossed some money on the table, and I
picked up my purse.

He extended his hand, and. . .

. . .I took it, sealing my agreement to go with him. 

When we left  the lounge, with Ted's arm around my  waist, and mine
around his, I saw Tom sitting in the lobby.    

He watched us walk across to the elevator. 

He watched,  as, holding hands, we waited at the elevator.

He watched as the  elevator opened, and watched his wife get in with a
guy who 'wanted some privacy' with her. 

I almost was expecting, almost was hoping, that he'd stop me, but he let
me go,  with  Ted, into the elevator. 

Ted turned to me as the doors were closing, and took me into his arms.

Our lips met, and I watched the doors close over his shoulder, with my
last image of  the lobby being of Tom, looking in, at me, in another
man's arms, kissing, being kissed. 

The elevator stopped, the doors opened, ending the kiss. Were we there
already?
 
We had arrived at the sixth floor. Now, Ted walked purposefully down  the
hall, and stopped in front of room 635. He paused, extending his arm to
me. I caught up, and watched him as he opened the door. He smiled, and
stepped aside, let me go in first.   

I hesitated, then stepped over the threshold.  Ted  moved the "Do Not
Disturb" sign to the door handle on the outside, and stepped in, too. I
heard the door close, and the night  lock engage. That sounded  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 serious
private uninterrupted kiss. Instead, he spoke.  "Barbara, you're wearing
a wedding ring. Are you married?"   

Opps. I forgot about that. Well, try honesty.   

I returned his embrace, one arm around his back, the other to the back of
his head, and  replied "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. 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 things. 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 did, 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 said "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".  

"That's nice, too", he said.   

His pelvis - his erect dick - ground into me That's what happened a
couple of  weeks ago when Tom and I practiced this, and less obviously
while I was dancing only a little while ago. In this room, though, it was
very different.

He broke the embrace.   

I thought of Tom in the lobby 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, freeing my skirt from between us, and that helped him. Now
he could  lift it again. I felt coolness on my legs as it went up - how
strange to feel that. But then there was the touch  of his hands on my
skin - cool, controlling, experienced. At least one of us knew what to
do..    

 "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, erotic, and I thought, a forecast of being touched more, 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 what my hand grazed  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, and knowing I could do this with the
full support and encouragement of Tom made it even better.. 

 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 realized
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 me.  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. I like feeling you respond to me. and touch me, too. So far, I like
what you're doing."   

He broke the embrace, dropping my skirt, and pulled the cover and
blankets from the bed, grabbed me,  and pulled me onto the crisp white
sheet. He pulled at my blouse.    

This was supposed to be sexy, sensual, not rushed!

"Wait, don't pull like that" I said.    

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, then the back of my skirt's waistband.  Somehow feeling
him pulling my blouse free of the skirt was much better than the feeling
when I did it. Then, his hands moved to my hips, on my skirt, and moved
upward to my  skin, on my  waist, under the blouse - an electric touch. 

I looked up, and saw myself in the mirror, kneeling on the bed. I saw a
man behind me, saw movement under my blouse, and felt his hands moving up
my sides, then around, and over my ribs, finally touching the underside
of my breasts. He paused, looking in the mirror, too, and his hands moved
up under my blouse, supporting the underside of my breasts, and finally,
at last, while he looked at our reflections, over them,  to their most
sensitive part, stoking my nipples. The man in the mirror leaned towards
the woman's ear, and I  felt  a tongue create a thrilling sensation
there. I watched the reflection of  his mouth slide down from ear to
neck, and felt  wetness, and kisses, on my neck. I 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, enough to expose
the valley between her breasts and then  slide the partly open blouse's
collar toward her shoulder, so the man in the mirror's  mouth would be
free to kiss her  shoulder. I felt the little bites as he kissed, and
nibbled.  I 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" as his hands fondled me, and his mouth excited me, and the vision
in the mirror was as erotic as anything I could imagine.  

"He'd like you doing that."  

He mouth bit at my shoulder, the pain was sharp, exciting.   

I continued: "He'd say 'good, don't stop'."  

The bite continued, then he lifted his head, exposing deep teeth marks on
my shoulder.

He watched, we watched, as the  woman in the mirror's hands went to her
blouse's  buttons. In a moment the last button was opened. The  woman in
the mirror 's right hand took the left lapel, and pushed it to her
shoulder. I felt the  cloth drag over my nipple, as his hand cupped my
breast. The man, still kissing the bruised other shoulder, watched as her
breast  - my breast - supported by his hand, was  uncovered. Then the
woman took the blouse's 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, and nipples more extended.   

I wanted him to look at me like a sexy woman, not a tenure track
professor. 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, as the mirror showed his hands
again moving, until each nipple was trapped between a thumb and
forefinger, being twisted, kneaded. I felt the pinches, the mild pain,
and loved it!   

I looked down at his hands, holding me, and mine, holding his hands to 
me, and looked 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, arms behind me now, as the
woman in  the mirror - that was me! - thrust 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 leaned back into his arms, and moved even further back,
until I was prone on the bed, with him kneeling beside me. In a way, I
was a sacrifice, an offering,  to him, on this altar of a bed.    

"Do I look all right to you? I hope so."  

He stared at me, looking down at me. Was I sexy enough, erotic enough?

He looked at my breasts.   

He leaned forward, over me. 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, and brought to my breast,
sucking in as much as he  could, hard, and his tongue teased my nipple.
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 Tom thought,
no, how we  thought, 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, and he stepped out of them.   

He was wearing boxer shorts that were 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 couldn't let him think like that, it would ruin everything!

I sat up on the edge of the bed, then stood in front of him, and took him
into my arms, felt my breasts against his chest. 

This was a more serious kiss. Part way through it I let my hands drift to
his hips, to the elastic on his shorts.

I let one drift towards his groin. His kiss became more intense as I
allowed my fingers to touch the waistband, and to slip between it and his
skin, and move more, to  the start of his mat of pubic hair. I could feel
a gasp, maybe his, maybe mine, as  my fingers moved down, over that hair,
until they found the shaft of his penis, and traced out, and down, until
I could cup its head.   

"That feels so nice" I told him. "I'm glad I'm able to excite you like
that. Ted, don't let that I'm married interfere, OK? That's between me
and my husband."

"I won't".

I wanted to see!

My hands went to his hips, and I sat down, holding him in position, in
front of me.

I pushed at the elastic waistband on his hips, and   saw some dark pubic
hair exposed, then the veined  shaft, thicker than I expected. The
waistband of his shorts were well down on his thighs as it slipped along
the shaft of his cock, until, at last, it passed of the head of his cock,
and it sprang up, free, and the shorts fell away. I loved knowing I could
have such an effect on this man. I  found this new cock throbbing in
front of my face fascinating. I wanted to remember  every detail.   

"That looks wonderful" I said, watching as he stepped out of his shorts,
and he, no, it, stood, excited, proud, erect, pulsing with every
heartbeat, in front of me.

I leaned forward, towards his cock, hands now on his bare ass.  I closed
my eyes,  remembering. "My husband and I wondered about what would
happen, and this was  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. Tom always liked me to play with his
cock. Would Ted? Would I like it?

Ted stood, looking down as I held it, looking at its end, partially
covered with foreskin: I had not seen that before.

I grasped his shaft, and pushed a little: the foreskin pulled back,
revealing the head I expected to see, purple with passion, its eye
promising to erupt. A small pull, and his foreskin covered it again,
sheathing it. I pushed again, loving to see that throbbing purple end
move out, exposing itself, like some dark force,  from its protective
cover. Ted's hands were on the sides of my head, and he pulled me to him,
gently, hinting, not forcing.

I turned my head just a little, and felt the heat of that cock along my
cheek, and the brush of his hair on my lips. I turned my head just a
little, and experimented with a gentle kiss on that anything but gentle
looking  shaft. How could it feel so hot?  Ted's moan meant he liked the
kiss! 

He smelled a little of talcum, and of sex, too. My closed lips touched
the side of that purple head, and Ted, looking down at me, moaned again,
his hips and cock were twitching. 

This was wonderful!

I looked up at him, looking down at me, and, now sure he was watching, I
opened my lips just a little, kissing that wonderful head again, and was
rewarded by even increased excitement. He moved one hand from the side of
my head across my cheek, to my mouth. Tom liked me to suck on his
fingers: is that what Ted wanted, too?

I opened my mouth, accepting his fingers, and made sure he could feel my
tongue on them. He wanted more than that, and moved so that the head of
his cock was in front of my mouth. His hand moved from my mouth to under
my chin, and he lifted and turned my head. I knew what he wanted, felt
the end of his penis graze  my lips.  I opened my mouth a little, and
looking up, extended my tongue, touching him, touching that head. Ted
moved a little closer, almost in a pleading way, and I,  remembering how
much Tom liked me doing this in the car,  closed my eyes,   felt the head
on my lips, then, I opened them a little, and felt movement, and tasted
salt,  and my mouth opened more to accommodate him.

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
gently in my mouth - fucking it! So big, so hot, so  exciting! My lips
closed around it, as they did for my husband's, and my tongue explored
it, touching the sides, the head, its eye, my lips closing over it,
sealing me to it, so I could lick and suck at it! Ted was gentle, not
forcing, as I held his shaft with one hand, and with the other, supported
that huge sack hanging below it! How could everything feel so hot?

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!    

But this was preamble. Foreplay. I was worried that he'd lose control,
and I didn't want that. He was getting too excited.

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 - what was I doing here! -  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  hand began working its way up the inside of
my leg.  Maybe he'd show me other things to  teach Tom.   

It was nearly time, time for the reaction to "go to completion", time to
turn the game my husband wanted me to  play into reality. Could I do it,
and actually have intercourse with this man? Accept that cock in my
vagina after having accepted it in my mouth? I think I wanted to!

I released his head, and moved his hands away. I found the clip on my
skirt, and using  both hands, overcame their quivering, and  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!   

I loved having him look at me, his mouth open, his hand holding his cock.

"Ted, you must have seen women undressed before."

"Yes, but not quite like this: you're a wonderful erotic woman. 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!  As I turned the mirror came into view,
showing a woman, holding a garment against her, a man, nude, looking at
her, their immediate future obvious. . . 

"Come closer."   

I did, watching as he reached for me. I loved playing the sexy woman with
this man, for me, and for my husband. One part of my mind imagined how
Tom would react when I told him about this. Tom, downstairs, waiting,
while I was here, in standing in front of a naked man, holding my skirt
in front of me, a last barrier. I knew I should open my hand, and drop
it, but I hesitated. 

Tom helped.    

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 hung over my pelvis, between my legs, very close, now, to
his face.

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 was exposed, and in a few
seconds, the start of my own  triangle of pubic hair. 

Tom wanted someone else to see my complete body. Now it was happening. I 
felt Ted 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, old
values, old ideas of marriage crowded my mind, but Ted, with a gentle
pull, started  the movement down again, and those old ideas were replaced
by the utter enjoyment of this experience. I looked down, seeing his hand
on my wrist, my hand holding the skirt, as he pulled everything lower.
Another couple of inches, and then the fabric of the skirt, and my hand,
and his, moved out along the thigh of the leg  I had on the bed. Now I
was fully exposed to this nude stranger, and I loved it. With one leg on
the bed, I felt totally opened. My skirt was covering 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 pelvis - no one had ever done that, that way,
before. Was it that obvious to him that I was already aroused,
lubricated, ready?  

I couldn't help myself. I pulled my hand free of his, and put that hand
on his shoulder, too. I stretched and arched  my body, felt 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
supported myself by holding his shoulders, head back thrown back, and the
curve of my body  moved my pelvis closer to him, and my knee, even more
away, opening myself, exposing myself for his examination, his curiosity,
his pleasure.

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 tilted my pelvis,
and moved to help it penetrate. . .   

"You haven't done this ever before?" he asked.   

"Never, no, only with Tom - that's my husband": it was more a whimper
than a word, I wanted his touch to continue.   

"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.

He bit at it, an unexpected thrill. But then, I felt his tongue tracing
up.

Was he really going to. . . 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 released his shoulder, and put my hands behind his head to
support me, pulling him to me. He had both hands on my inner thighs, now,
fingers meeting, then I felt a spreading, a being forced open  wide, and
his tongue and fingers were doing new and strange magic on me. 

I never had an  orgasm standing up before. I wonder if other women had as
much trouble standing  while it happens?   

Ted paused while I shuttered, put both his hands around me, and held me
to his face, supporting the arch my body made, my arms now hanging freely
behind me, as my  knees quivered.    

"That was more than I ever expected it to be", I said after a minute.

He looked up, and took both my hands in his.

"There's more."

He moved on the bed, and pulled me beside him, and now I was naked on
this white sheet. White, for purity in one culture, for faithfulness, in
another. But I was being faithful to my husband, faithful to his wishes. 

I  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 molded my body to his, it was his
to use as he wanted, now.   

"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. He was supporting himself, hand on his head,
elbow on the bed, looking.

I 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. He looked so big!   

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, 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."   

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 would want  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", he commanded, "I want you to see
it going in you."    

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 - my other
lips, I realized, it had already violated my mouth. 

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 Ted's
cock, lifted another fraction, felt myself being forced open, and saw and
felt half  its head, then all of it, start to enter me. 

"Watch what happens" he ordered. I know my face flushed, my whole body
did! I sagged to the bed, with him matching my movement, his cock
pressing against me. I aligned my pelvis as best I could,  and tilted it
some more,  towards this intruding penis. 

"Now!" he grunted, and I felt and saw the shaft of his cock slip  into
me, opening me, the head probing, spreading me as he flexed his hips  in
one delicious,  long, slow movement. I felt myself flush red hot. 

His penis's head pushed the walls of my cunt, moving easily through the
moisture there, but tight enough I was sure to keep that protective
shroud of foreskin pealed away from that wonderful smooth purple bulb,
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 help get him into me. I looked down along our
bodies, seeing breasts, my nipples  erect and ruddy red, and his chest,
and our 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, so
that in a few minutes it would know exactly where 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  he was pushing that he was
close, too.   

"So", he muttered, "this is what he wanted you to do, isn't it", as 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.  

"Yes, this, exactly" I agreed.

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.   

I do remember him at one point suspended above me, half inside of me,
looking along our bodies, and saying "I want to remember what this looks
like and feels like forever."

I looked, too, and agreed: "Me, too."

In almost too short a time he whispered "Barbara, I can't hold back much
longer!"    

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 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,  reaching  still deeper in me, and
getting still  hotter. 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, masturbating him instinctively,  "  .
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.   

I DID IT! I seduced a stranger, fucked him!

At last he stopped, paused on me, then rolled off, trailing a thread of
his ejaculant 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 I 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 promised 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.

"He hurt you! You're shoulder's all bruised! Damn him!"

"No, no, that didn't hurt, it happened in the passion of the moment. I'll
tell you about that later. I pushed he 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 horny, too.   

"I smell talcum. Since when did you start using talcum powder, honey?"   

"I don't have any. 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. Maybe you can taste something different, too. 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.   

When either of us want to relive the experience, we put the "Do Not
Disturb" sign I took from the hotel on the bedroom door. It gets put on
the door a lot!

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 back,
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've been planning now, for the next "real adventure." We're going to
the  Eastern Analytical Symposium in New Jersey next month, one of Tom's
out of town   conventions  where most of the attendees are straight arrow
technical type guys. One, we think, is going to get lucky,  and maybe
remember what happened the rest of his life.   

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.   

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  do that, too.
  

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. We'll  get the right kind of room at the conference. Until
then I'll practice by picking up my husband, and giving him the same
treat we both want to give  to a nice stranger.   

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