From: sambaz@aol.com (SambaZ)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: RepostByRequest: WifeWatch2: Maura's Experiment
WifeWatch2: Maura's Experiment

   copyright 1996 by Deadly Nightshade

   Sunday morning we woke up horny and went at it again.  I had my usual
morning hardon, something that, in the past, had not been particularly
pleasing to Maura.  The first difference was that when I woke up, instead
of each of us being on our own side of the bed, literally as far apart as
we could get, we were spooned together, on our sides, her back to my front,
and my hard cock was wedged into the crease of her ass.  The second
difference was that as Maura slowly woke up, she began pushing her ass back
against me.  And before you know it, we were fucking again.  No kissing, no
foreplay of any kind, just down and dirty grunt and moan fucking.  When we
were done we lay there panting for a while and then Maura twisted around
and gave me a big, wet kiss.

   "Damn, that was great!" she purred.

   "Yeah, and then some!" I replied.

   She kissed me again, pushing her tongue into my mouth.  I began
caressing her bare breasts.  "Hmm," she whispered.  "You want more?"

   "Yep," I said.

   "Me too," she said.  "I guess I'm just a bad girl."

   "Yep," I said.

   She rolled over to face me.  "Did I really do what I seem to remember
doing last night?" she asked.

   "Yep."

   "Then I really am a bad girl, aren't I?"

   "Yep."

   She giggled and we started talking about the night before in the club.
"I was SO pissed off at you," she said.  "You and your 'You're about as
exciting as weak iced tea!' shit.  I guess I'd just heard that one time too
many.  At first, all I wanted to do was make you jealous."

   "So you never intended that what happened would?" I asked.

   "Oh, no.  When Frank paid for my drink, I told him right away that I was
married.  He'd seen us together and was really nervous about it.  So I told
him that we weren't going to be married much longer.  I knew you were
watching and just hoped that it would tick you off, the way I was acting
with him.  I knew that my taking the cigarette would piss you off."

   "But then something changed?"

   "Yeah.  He was so sweet.  I told him what you said and he said 'Well, I
think you're about as exciting as a really hot jalepeno pepper.' Now that
made me feel so good.  And then we went out and danced and something just
came over me.  I could feel my tits bouncing and could see my nipples
sticking out and I knew he was looking at them too.  And my skirt was
riding up on my hips and he was looking at everything and saying how hot
and sexy I looked and I was loving it.  Then we danced the slow dance and I
could feel his hard cock pressing up against me.  When we went back to the
bar I told him that I liked feeling it against me, but that we could only
play.  And he said that was all right with him.  I was eating it up, so
when we went back out to dance I managed to undo a couple of buttons on my
blouse and leaned toward him and said 'You like my tits?' And he certainly
did.  Then we were dancing a slow number again and his hand was on my
bottom and we started talking kinda trashy.  'I like your hand on my bare
ass,' I said.  Then he started rubbing my breast and my nipples got really
hard and I was almost out of my mind.  'I want your hand on my pussy,' I
said.  And I pulled it around and he started rubbing my pussy through my
panties.  'I want your finger in me,' I said.  So he slid it under my
panties and into my very wet pussy."

   "So he was fingerfucking you?"

   "Oh, yes!  And I was loving it.  If you hadn't been there, I'd probably
still be fucking him somewhere, right now.  If that song had lasted much
longer, I might be whether you were there or not.  But it ended too soon.
And back at the bar I told him I had to go.  I was so fucking horny.  I
needed to be fucked right that minute."

   "He wasn't pissed off?"

   "Not that I could tell.  He was so nice.  All he did was give me his
phone number.  And he said 'Well, if it doesn't work out, give me a call.
You're the most fuckable woman I've met in years.' And I said 'Thanks, for
making me FEEL fuckable.' And then I came over and grabbed you and the rest
is history."

   "It sure is," I said.  "Earthshaking history."

   "Yeah," she said.  "Let's make it shake some more.  Fuck me!"

   All this time we'd been kissing and she'd been stroking my cock.  As she
spread her legs and pushed her cunt toward me, I suddenly came all over her
hand.

   "Shit, sorry!" I said.

   "That's OK," she replied.  "I'm glad I can make you so hot!"

   There wasn't time for more, because I had to take my kid basketball team
to a tournament in a nearby city.  Maura and I took a nice long shower
together, I grabbed a sausage biscuit at Bojangles and drove a couple of
the kids over.  Some of the others rode with parents.  My kids were playing
a hand held computer game, so I had plenty of time to think.  Maura and I
seemed to be on the road to reconciliation.  But nothing is perfect.  She'd
told me in the shower that she thought we ought to continue to maintain
separate residences for a while.  "I just got a taste of the single life
last night," she said.  "I might want to explore that a little more." OK.
Fine.  Besides, she'd asked me to come back that night.  I could hardly
wait.  If we lost at eleven, I'd be home by mid afternoon.  But I'm a good
coach and my kids are great kids, so we didn't.  We had to play a
quarterfinal game at three-thirty.  We won that one too, so we'd have to
return on Sunday for an eleven o'clock semifinal.  It was pushing seven
when I finally got back to Maura's.  She met me at the door, wearing the
same outfit she'd worn at the club the night before, except now she'd left
the blouse unbuttoned and tied it just below her breasts, and it was
obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath, and the skirt was a LOT
shorter than it had been.

   "I hemmed it up like the women in the videos you like to watch," she
said, blushing.  "Do I look as good?"

   "Honey, you look like God's gift to horny mankind," I said.

   She had a candlelight dinner all laid out, but we never quite finished
it because well before dessert she dragged me into the bedroom.  She
stripped off her little skirt and laid back on the bed and spread her legs
and said, "Fuck me!"

   And she went crazy, writhing all around, out of control, moaning "fuck
me...oh, fuck my pussy..." It was the hottest sex session we'd ever had,
even more intense than the fuck in the parking lot the night before.  When
the first time was done, she started licking and sucking my cock and balls,
something she's never done in the past.  Then, when I was hard again, she
pushed me over on my back and straddled me and we went at it again.  Again
she went out of control, with more dirty talk, "I'm a slut...fuck me
harder..." I'd never seen her like this.  Afterward, laying in bed, both of
us exhausted, she kept running her hands over my depleted cock.

   "Jeez, what's gotten into you?" I asked.

   "You really want to know?  That guy, Frank, from the club last night.  I
called him today, to thank him for what he did for us."

   "Oh?  And what did he have to say?"

   "Well, when he found out you were out of town he wanted to come over. 
Said he wanted to see if I looked just as fuckable in the daytime."

   "Oh?  And did he?"

   "No.  I almost let him, but no."

   "So what did you do?"

   "We talked.  Or, mostly, he talked and I giggled."

   "About what?"

   "About him and me.  About sex.  What he'd like to do to me, and what
he'd like me to do to him.  I guess it was sorta like phone sex."

   "So you talked back?"

   "Well, not really.  I mean I just said stuff like 'That sounds nice' and
'Oh, that's naughty', stuff like that."

   "Is that all you did?"

   "Well, near the end, I was touching myself."

   "Where?"

   "All over.  My nipples, between my legs, all over."

   "Was he masturbating?"

   "I don't know...I was so wrapped up in what was going on...but I'm sure
he could hear me..."

   "You came?"

   "Oh, yes!  Moaning, no less!"

   Well, by then I was hard again and we another hot fuck, definitely a
record for us.  Later I got back to Frank.

   "Did he call you a slut?"

   "Actually, I did, the first time.  After I'd come I told him I'd never
done anything like that before and couldn't believe what had just happened.
'I guess I'm just a slut' I said.  He asked me if I enjoyed behaving like a
slut and I said yes and we started kidding around about it.  He said 'I
like a lady who knows how to be a slut.' And I said 'Well, I guess you've
created one here.'"

   "And has he?  Do you like behaving like a slut?"

   "Yes."

   "Do you want to do all those things you talked about?"

   "Yes."

   "With him?"

   "I don't know.  I mean, I've never wanted anybody but you."

   "Come on, honey, we've just had the best fucks of our life.  You can
tell me the truth."

   "OK.  Yes, I do."

   "So what are you going to do about it?"

   "I don't know."

   Sunday morning it was back to basketball for me.  We took the semifinal
to overtime, but lost.  Some of the kids cried.  "Hey, you've only been
together for eight weeks," I said.  "Those guys have been together for two
years.  They won't forget you anytime soon.  I'm proud of every one of
you." That started the tears drying up, and by the time we were halfway
home they were lost again in the world of Nintendo.  I dropped the kids off
and went back to Maura's.  She wasn't there.

   I made a sandwich and grabbed a beer and sat in front of the TV,
switching back and forth between the CART Miami Grand Prix and a Big East
basketball game.  But I couldn't keep my mind on either.  I was thinking
about Maura.  About everything that had happened since Friday night.  I
guess you could say it had been my dream come true.  But I was a little
worried.  Where was she?

   I went back to the kitchen for another beer and noticed the note pad
next to the phone.  One sheet had been torn off.  Written on it was
"Frank...5702 Lakeview Run." A trendy new area way up north.  Was that
where Maura had gone?

   I went back to the TV and watched the colorful Indycars whipping around
the Miami streets.  But my mind was elsewhere.  Had Maura gone to meet
Frank?  That was OK.  She obviously had some things to work out.  But what
do we know about this guy?  Nothing, except that Maura had had a brief bit
of fun with him at the club, and a nice dirty session on the phone with
him.

   I admit that I felt more than a little jealous about all that, but it
had also turned us both on.  But who is Frank?  Is it safe for Maura to be
at his house?  Maybe he's a rapist, or some other kind of sadist.  Maura
is, at heart, a sweet, trusting soul.  She'd never consider such ideas. 
Some pretty awful images began pushing the Indycars aside.

   I went back to the kitchen.  She'd torn the sheet with the address off
and it looked as if she'd written something else on the next page, which
was missing.  I found a pencil and rubbed it over the pad.  Detailed
directions to 5702 Lakeview Run.  I could have found out the number and
called.  But I wasn't sure if it was jealousy or genuine concern for
Maura's safety that was driving me.  So I went out and got in the car and
headed up the North Boulevard Freeway.  The drive would give me time to
figure my emotions out.  I took the North Plaza exit and turned onto
Lakeview Run and into the circular drive at 5702.

   Nice place.  Ultramodern design.  Not as big as I'd expected.  I sat in
the car for a minute, until concern won out over jealousy.  As I approached
the door, it opened.

   "Hi, you a friend of Frank's?" the man said.

   "Sort of," I replied.

   He stuck out his hand and I shook it and introduced myself.  "I'm Bobby,
I saw you coming," he said, turning and walking away.  "I just came in to
get a new tape for the camera.  He's out by the pool."

   He was holding a video camera with a shotgun mike on top.  I followed
him into a high ceilinged room with a glass wall to the south.  I could see
the supports for one of those Japanese sliding canopy pool covers, and then
I could see the swimming pool itself.  And by the pool, Maura, sitting
sideways on a man's lap.  They were making out, kissing tongue to tongue
and his hand was under her gray leotard massaging her left breast and she
was grinding her bottom against what had to be a major hardon.

   "Come on," Bobby said, pulling the glass door aside.

   We walked out into the filtered light and Maura looked around and saw me
and a startled look came over her face.  She started to get up, but the man
took his hand out of her leotard and held her down by one shoulder.  At the
time I thought he might just be trying to hide his hardon.  Maura had a
panicky look on her face, but she managed to control herself.

   "Oh, honey," she said.  "I want you to meet Frank."

   Frank smiled and moved his hand away.  Maura stood up and so did Frank.
There was a huge bulge tenting out his shorts, but we all pretended not to
notice it.  He stuck out the hand that had been caressing Maura's breast
and I shook it.

   "Welcome to my home," he said.

   "It's very nice," I said.

   "Yes, the only thing my wife left behind," he said, chuckling.

   Maura looked at her watch, then came over and hugged me.  I could feel
her hard nipples through my thick sweater and shirt.  "Gosh, I had no idea
how late it is," she said, her voice quavering a little.  "I guess I'd
better be going."

   "Yes," Frank said.  "Maybe you should."

   "Thanks, Frank," she said.  "Thanks for everything."

   Bobby said that he had to go too.  We all sort of shuffled toward the
door.  On the way, Maura picked up the tape that Bobby had removed from the
camera.

   "Can I borrow this?" she asked Frank.

   "Sure," he said.

   "Thanks again, for everything," she said.

   She threw her arms around his neck and gave him a big wet kiss, pressing
her body against his.  Then she was in her car and I was following in mine.

   The subdivision was still under construction.  Just before we reached
North Plaza Boulevard, Maura turned onto a side street.  It was paved, but
no houses had been built there yet.  She pulled around a curve and stopped.
I got out and walked up to her car.  She was crying.

   "I'm so sorry," she said.  "I didn't mean for this to happen.  It got
all out of control.  I just wanted to..."

   "It's OK," I said.  "Don't worry about it."

   "You're not mad at me?"

   "No.  A little jealous.  And confused.  But also very turned on."

   "You mean that?" she said, looking down at my crotch.  "Oh, you DO mean
it!  In that case..." She got out of the car and pushed me back against it
and began undoing my pants.  She pulled out my hard cock and gave it a
couple of strokes with her hand.  Then she put her arms around my neck and
pulled herself up, wrapping her legs around my waist.

   "I'm so damned hot!" she moaned.  "Please fuck me!"

   She reached down and slid the crotch of her leotard aside and guided my
hard cock into her soaking wet pussy.  She began humping against me,
already a little out of control.

   "Oh, fuck me, baby!" she groaned.  "Ram it all the way in me!  Fuck my
slutty cunt!"

   OK, I'll admit that I was more than a little ticked off.  At her going
over to Frank's.  And not leaving me a note.  And what I caught her doing.
And this sleazoid Bobby guy.  But here was the woman I'd loved most of my
adult life talking like some junkyard slut and slamming her hot, wet pussy
against my crotch, making my cock swell way past the bursting point.  I
know every other man would have said "No!  Stop!" and pushed her away. 
Yeah, I know you ALL really would've.  I didn't.