This story is about a couple that dared to explore their sexuality by having sex outside of marriage. For them, it works.
If you dislike a story of this kind, or you think their conduct is improper, that is your right, but don't display your ignorance by taking the time to read it and then tell the world it is disgusting, while hiding behind your computer key board. Write your own story, if you can?
January fifteenth was a beautiful winter day in Raleigh, North Carolina. Jean Foxworth, standing on her front porch, was delighted to feel the gentle west wind, the sunny seventy degrees. Frank, her husband, had been promoted last November to captain, flying Marshall Laboratory's, Cessna 500. That had doubled his wages. They had gone from being poor folks to doing very well.
Jean had been looking at homes in the Ryland development. No one would be awed by their size, since they were only thirteen hundred foot by-levels, but they were a home. The first that Frank and Jean had ever owned.
Jean had dated a guy in New Jersey for five years. She just assumed that the time would come when she would marry him. Yet, when he gave her an engagement ring, it wasn't the moment of happiness that she had expected. She did not sleep that night. The next day, she returned the ring. There was pressure on all sides. She was still living at home. There were no other guys in the area that were attractive to her. Deep in her soul, she wanted to leave her small town and see the world. She packed all her possessions and set off to Portland, Maine. Once there, she easily got a job working for an insurance office.
The next year was mundane. She dated several guys. It seemed that each one had hang-ups of one sort or another. Two of them spent the entire night talking about their last girl friend.
Jean was no longer a kid. At age twenty-five, she wanted to get married and start a family. She met Frank. Her parents, and her brothers and sisters told her in no uncertain terms that she would be crazy to marry Frank. Why? Because Frank was a pilot. Her family, all farmers, thought that only crazy people flew, and certainly, no one could earn a living doing so.
Well, she had gone off on her own. She would follow her instinct. Married, they moved several times. It was tough living in apartments, with only one car. In short order, two children were added to the Foxworth family. To Jean, that was all that mattered.
That takes up to Jean being settled in her home in Raleigh. For the first time in her life there was more than enough money. She could have stopped working. Instead, she enrolled the kids in daycare. Now twenty-nine, she was the youngest of four women at the office she now worked in. It became their custom to have a girl's night out each week.
As women will, when they are at a lounge, and have had a couple drinks, they talk of the gentlemen in attendance, or the guys at work, or elsewhere. "How would you like to get under the covers with that guy?" was a question often asked.
Or, "if you girls weren't here, I'd go play that that guy in a minute."
It was all so risqué. Such comments always brought forth knowing, sexy laughter.
On one occasion, two guys joined the group. Soon, they were dancing with Kay and Brenda, the sexiest of the four women. Each was married and about thirty-seven. Both had more than enough to drink. Kay stopped at the table. With a smile, she announced, "Brenda and I have been asked over to Paul's apartment. See you two tomorrow."
As they walked away, Mary Jo said to Jean. "How would you like to be a fly on the wall to watch what goes on?"
Startled, Jean responded, "I would like to be more than a fly."
"Oh, you would, would you?"
Jean thought about that night for several weeks. Finally, one night when Frank was slowly moving inside her, she said. "Frank, do pilots like you have many opportunities to have sex when you are away from home?"
"Guys who are willing to go sit sipping booze at a lounge, have it offered to them quite often. As for me, I probably have someone approach me once or twice a month in restaurants."
"Have you ever thought about doing it?"
"What man hasn't? Why do you ask?"
Jean then told Frank about what happened to Kay and Brenda.
She even told him about her comment about wanting to be more than a fly on the wall.
Frank stopped, still deeply in her. "You're about the right age."
"What do you mean by that?"
"You have been sexually active since you were eighteen. You have been in the sack with just two guys. Your girlfriends have opened your eyes to the fact that it is not uncommon for a gal to get it on with some strange guy, just for the merry-old-hell of it. Fascinating, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is. It shocked me that they would go do that with strangers. They were giggling like they were going to a party. But, there is no doubt in my mind that they knew that they would be having sex with those guys."
"Oh, I'll bet that Kay and Brenda had sex with both guys."
Jean gasped. "Both?"
Frank laughed. He thrust into Jean a few times, and then continued. "You just brought this up, and it happened a month ago. You have been mulling this over in your mind. Your curiosity is killing you, isn't it?"
"No sweat. But if you do it, you should do it the smart way."
"I have no idea what you mean? Smart way?"
"Well, for starters, you should go by yourself. That way, none of the nice ladies in your office can dump on your reputation, if y'all have a falling out."
"I would be afraid to go alone. What if some guy was to hurt me?"
Frank was still running his cock slowly in and out of Jean's pussy. "Here is what you do. Go across town to the Lamplighter Lounge, next to the Radisson. Go in and chat only with guys wearing expensive suits. They will be business executives from out of town. A local guy does not go out to eat and drink wearing a suit. Now, I know for a fact that the least expensive room at the Radisson is two hundred, twenty-five dollars. The kind of guy that stay there will be a classy gentleman, with a first class position. If he has picked you up, and you are coming to his room, the last thing he would do is something that would jeopardize his position, his reputation."
"Frank Foxworth, you have not said a word to discourage me. Do you think that I would really do this?"
As she said that, Jean considered that her husband was a fully trained aircraft captain who was trained to think of every eventuality. She continued. "Would you be okay with it, if I did?"
"My judgment is that you will try it sooner or later, with or without my being a part of the loop. If you have to sneak around, then you would probably have an affair, which would royally piss me off. On the other hand, it would be interesting to hear a woman's version of how she likes a casual roll in the sack with a stranger. I would think that would be as exciting as can be."
"I would be afraid to try it."
In May, by chance the four gals ended up in the Lamplighter. They had a good time, with several guys hitting on them. Again, Kay and Brenda went to some guys' rooms. At ten thirty, Jean drove Mary Jo home. She phoned the baby sitter to ask if it would be a problem if she stayed out until one AM. There was not, so she drove back to the Lamplighter. It was just past eleven. The crowd had thinned. Her Stinger, being her third of the evening, went down smoothly. No one seemed to be paying any attention to her.
It was awkward being there by alone. She had become most excited driving from Mary Jo's to the Lamplighter. In fact, was wet, a sensation she had not felt in years except when Frank was stroking her down there. Am I so plain that no one finds me attractive? Crossed her mind.
She did not see him approach her. Glass in hand, and with a smile on his face, he asked, "Are you waiting for someone?"
"No..." She said, returning his smile.
"I'm Edward Austin."
Intently, she studied him. As Frank had predicted, he was wearing a four hundred dollar suit, a fifty-dollar tie, and a silk shirt. It was late, but he appeared to be freshly showered. She caught a faint whiff of his cologne. She knew at that instant that he would ask her to his room, that she would go, and he would have sex with her.
Her wetness returned, as he inquired about her. It was all light conversation, but she knew that he was running through his personal checklist to see if he was interested in being with her. Her eyes locked on his. His last comment was a statement. He had observed her wedding rings. He had one on also. "You're married, aren't you."
"Just out for some excitement?"
He had read her perfectly. "You could say that."
He rose. Side by side they went next door to the Radisson. Neither said anything on the elevator ride to his floor. His room was posh. Each removed their clothes. It was all so matter-of-fact. Jean took a position on her back in the middle of the king sized bed.
Ed left the light on. Jean raised her arms above he head, as she did with Frank. She closed her eyes. Her mind was racing. I'm really going to do it, screamed in her mind. She opened her eyes as Ed knee walked to a position between her legs. His body was toned. His cock was rigid. Not a big man, he was nice looking. Had she not been married, she would have been more than a little interested in Ed, who was husband material. He was nibbling her down there. His fingers were caressing her breast. The time came that he spread her legs, opened them so that her sex was exposed for use. His.
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