Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Cheating, Slut Wife, Cuckold, MaleDom, Swinging, Voyeurism, .
Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Hubby's fantasies come true - to his delight and dismay.
I did it. I provided the impetus that took our darkest desires out of their safe hiding places and made them part of our lives. I didn't realize what was going to happen. I never considered the possibility that things would go so far.
Suzanne and I have been married for twelve years. We are both successful in our careers. We have a nice place in a good neighborhood. Our ten year old daughter is an angel. Suze's job as a realtor gives her the flexibility to be active with our daughter's school and sports. It is, by the standard measures of our society, a very good life.
Suze is tall and trim with long shapely legs and what I've always thought of as a "great rack". She has striking auburn hair and a heart melting smile. She is always dressed nice but her clothes conceal the beauty within. She manages to stay one step up from frumpy by wearing classy but older style fashions. That never really bothered me because I got to see and play with what is under those conservative outfits.
Our sex life has always been nice. Once or twice a week we would cuddle up and make sweet love in the dark of the night. Sometimes we'd play and have some extra fun — oral sex or mutual masturbation, but mostly we had developed a comfortable routine that made sure we both reached our release.
Suze and I are both fairly passive people. Our neighbors would tell you we are the quiet ones at any neighborhood gathering. We don't impose ourselves on others around us. I'm very reserved and internal. Most people never have a clue about all the things going on inside my twisted little head. I am an IT auditor and spend a lot of my time looking at documentation and comparing it with implementations. Suze is a bit of an anomaly in the sales world — she is very reserved and a bit shy. It works for her because there are a lot of people that need to feel in charge when purchasing a house. She enables that feeling, which leaves them feeling pretty good. We both have found work that suits our personalities and supports a very nice lifestyle.
The problems in this suburban success story started years back when I started reading the stories in the old alt.sex.stories newsgroup. At first I was kind of shocked by what I had found, but I found myself captivated by much of it. From there, I discovered some discussion boards that were pretty hot to read. For the next few years my secret habit was to go to my laptop in the home office, pull down and assemble newsgroup stories, and then read them and the new letters on my favorite discussion boards while Suze fixed dinner. After a while I found two or three great story sites — I didn't have to mess with the assembly of multipart stories or sort through the spam to get my fix.
My interests become more focused over time. At first I read just about everything I could. The breadth of what I found was fascinating. As I read more and more, I first became less tolerant of the poorly written stories I came across. Then I found myself attracted to certain topic areas. I found some of the mind control stories captured my imagination. I read a lot of them for about six months or so, but I started finding them repetitious and my interests moved on. Some of the incest stories were well written and interesting for a little bit, but the topic area didn't really give me much of a kick. Then I found some stories about husbands discovering that their wife was having sex with others. Those stories packed a real punch for me. Before long, I was almost exclusively reading about hotwives, cheating wives, cuckold husbands, exhibitionist wives, and swinging. I found most of the variations at least interesting, and some left me almost ready to cum in my pants. Some of the stories by (Dark Wnaderer, KK,... ) were like electricity to my brain.
At first they were just stories about other people to me. But as I read more and more of them, they started being the kickoff for fantasies of things that could happen to Suze and I. I would daydream about coming home and finding evidence of my wife having had sex with someone during the day. When we would make love I imagined watching her going down on her lover as I pushed myself into her. It became a powerful fantasy. Up to that stage of things, I guess it was relatively harmless. A little fantasy that charged my libido a bit was all it was.
I decided that it would be fun to stretch our sexual wings a little. I didn't really want to include others directly in our sex life, I just wanted to have Suzanne dress a bit sexy and go out on the town with me one night. I thought that I would get a kick out of seeing other men lusting after my pretty wife. I also thought it would do her self-confidence and self-image a world of good to dress nice and be seen. I started putting my plan into place the week before our anniversary.
I called my mother-in-law and arranged for her to pick up our daughter on Friday afternoon and keep her over the weekend. Then I made dinner reservations at a very exclusive restaurant in the city. We live in a small town outside of a large city and don't go into the city often. I thought the excuse of our anniversary justified the extra drive and dress up.
I went and did a little shopping. I ordered an entire outfit for Suze from an online lingerie store. They have stores in the shopping malls, but I just couldn't bring myself to go in and try to pick out scanty underwear in person. I ordered a basic black dress that was classy and sexy without being sleazy. It was mush sexier than anything I'd ever seen Suze in, but it wasn't so revealing or naughty that anyone would think it inappropriate. To go with it I got her a lacy bra, thong underwear, and thigh high stockings — all in black. The stockings held themselves up without a garter and looked super hot on the model on the website. I also got her some nice black open toed shoes that weren't too high of a heel, but they were higher and dressier than anything Suzanne had in her closet.
On the morning of our anniversary I waited until our daughter left for school and then gathered Suze in my arms and kissed her deeply. "Happy anniversary, baby," I said as I rubbed her back and bottom, "I have a surprise for you."
"What are you up to?" she asked as I led her back to the bedroom.
"I've made plans for us today. I have arranged for us to have the weekend alone — your Mom is pitching in there. I've also arranged for you to have today off from work with your boss."
"So that's why they were acting so funny at the office yesterday!" she exclaimed. "So what are we doing today/"
"Well, I'm going to work. But you, my love, have a full day of relaxation and makeover at the spa and beauty salon." I handed her a pass to an exclusive woman's day spa that was reputed to do miracle makeovers.
"Rich! Can we afford that?".
"Yep. We certainly can. I've been saving a little from my lunch money for a few months. It is all paid for. You get the whole works: massage, skin treatments, hair, makeup, clothing advice. It's like being on one of those makeover shows on TV without having to be gawked at by an audience."
That got me another kiss.
"Following your makeover, a limo will pick you up at the spa and take you to the uptown Hilton. There, on the concierge floor you can spend some time in a beautiful room with a view of the mountains and relax for a little while before meeting me down in the bar at 7:00. We'll have time for a drink there before our dinner reservations at Mannies. After our dinner we are off to the famous Johnnies Lounge for a drink and a dance before we head back to our luxurious suite at the Hilton."
Suze was flabbergasted. "Oh Rich, that sounds so nice! What brought this on? You aren't taking me out in public to dump me, are you mister?" she asked playfully.
"Nope. I love you and don't ever quite show you well enough just how important you are to me. I thought that this anniversary gift might make up for the times I've left my shorts balled up in my pants in the dirty clothes."
Suzanne laughed. "It might make up for that, but what are you going to do about leaving the toilet seat up last night?"
"Hmmm, I'll have to try to work something out with you once we get to the suite tonight," I replied. Then I kissed the tip of her nose and headed to work.
At lunch I went over to the Hilton and checked in. I made sure they would get Suzanne in and taken care of when she arrived. Then I laid her new outfit out on the bed along with some flowers. Everything was going great. I knew that the hotel bar would be crowded with visiting businessmen who would be lusting after my sexy wife. Both the restaurant and the club we were going to after dinner were popular hotspots for people to hook up. Many men would be looking at my sexy wife. The dress I got her would be just short enough that she would be showing much more thigh than ever before. My guess was that she would slip up a few times and probably give someone a peek up her dress or down the top. I was really excited by the prospect of what was going to happen.
At five after seven I called Suzanne's cell phone. When she answered, I could hear the voices and sounds of the hotel bar in the background. I told her I was running just a bit late, but that I would be there soon.
"Please hurry," was her response, "I love what you've done for me today, but I'm not comfortable here in this outfit you got for me."
"Oh honey, I'm sure that you look fantastic. Relax and have a drink. I'll be there within a half hour." As I said that I was standing out in the lobby and could see her at one of the tall chairs in the bar. She was gorgeous. The makeover was worth every penny. Her hair and makeup were awesome. My Suzanne looked like a model sitting there in the bar.
I could see men looking at her. They would glance at her then do a quick double-take when they realized what they had just seen. I watched a couple of businessmen point her out to their buddies. She was under surveillance from all sides. I was thrilled that my plan was going so well.
After a few minutes, I saw a gentleman in a nice suit take a seat next to Suze and order a drink. He didn't look at or acknowledge Suzanne at all. I crossed my fingers and hoped that the guy would strike up a conversation with her. When the bartender set the drink down, it tipped and spilled across the bar top. Suze was looking the other direction when this happened and didn't see the drink heading across the bar top about to spill on her dress. The guy snatched up a pile of napkins and blotted up the drink before the bartender could move. Suze caught the movement out of the corner of her eye and jumped back.
She realized that the stranger next to her had averted a disaster. I could see her thanking him. Her hand went to his arm as she spoke to him. I watched transfixed for the next twenty minutes as my wife and this man talked and drank. They brought their heads close to be heard without shouting in the crowded bar. I wondered if he could see her black bra under the dress when she leaned towards him to speak. He bought her a refill on her drink and, to my surprise, she drank it quickly.
Finally, I could delay no longer. I walked in to the bar and came up behind her. I put my hands on her shoulders and said, "You look fantastic, angel. I'm sorry I'm late."
She kissed my cheek. "Thanks for a great day! I've been chatting with John here while I waited for you," she said as she turned to introduce me to the guy that had been quick with the napkins. Up close I could see he was a little older than us. He had a very polished, expensive look about him. His suit was perfect. His tie had a perfect knot. His hair was razor cut and perfectly styled. I felt that he had a commanding presence even before I heard his deep voice say, "Suzanne has been telling me about the wonderful anniversary you are giving her."
I smiled shyly and said, "She deserves it." Suze blushed.
John rumbled a laugh. "I'm sure she does."
We said goodbye and headed out. Suze was still blushing as we walked out of the bar. "You really look great," I said. "How was the spa?"
"Oh. They were wonderful. I like what they did with my hair. But the makeup may be a bit too much for me."
"No. I think it's great. You are beautiful and it lets it show even more." I replied.
"And the clothes they recommended for me!" she giggled. "They were as bad as this dress."
"Bad? Don't you like it?" I asked.
"It is nice, but pretty revealing. It isn't what I'm comfortable with."
I looked over at her. We were standing at a crosswalk in front of the hotel. The restaurant was across the street. I noticed that her nipples were pretty visible through the dress.
"I think it is great. Your legs are gorgeous! And I like the "high beams" there," I gushed, nodding at the way her nipples showed through the dress.
She crossed her arms over her chest. "You are so sweet. I appreciate you buying this for me. I know I dress pretty conservatively, but this is... it's not really me. I know you didn't realize it, but I can't wear the bra you bought me with this dress. The straps would show."
I did a double take. Sure enough my shy conservative wife's breasts were only hidden by the thin fabric of her dress. "I'm sorry. I didn't know. If you are too uncomfortable, we can go back to the room and have room service..."
"No. I decided earlier that I'll just have to be someone else tonight. I'll just have to be someone that can do this. I can do that much considering everything you've done. I don't want to mess up your plans," she said quietly.
'If she only knew what my real plans were, ' I thought. I had wanted to show her off and see other men lust after her. She would curl up and die at the though.
As we entered the elevator I said, "If you are game, I am too. We'll just break through the discomfort and have some fun."
Dinner was great. Suze had a fair amount of wine with the meal. We talked and laughed like we hadn't in years. As the meal was winding down I took the next step.
"You know, we have let ourselves become pretty dull people," I said as I poured her more wine. "I was struck by how little excitement we have in our lives."
"Excitement? Like what?" she asked.
"Well... I started thinking about this when I saw you at the hotel bar. You were sitting there in a pretty dress looking alive and desirable. Most nights we would be curled up watching something off of the DVR. Living vicariously through the tube." There, I thought. Just the right tone.
"I guess I know what you are saying. It was scary but kind of exciting to be there like that. I could see some of the men there looking at me like they wanted to see more. Then John bought me a drink and started talking to me. I knew he was looking at my chest and legs. I was surprised that my reaction wasn't disgust. It was pretty thrilling. A heck of a lot more thrilling that watching the latest episode of 'Lost' or 'Desperate Housewives'. Maybe we have become too predictable." Suze never looked up from her wine glass as she spoke, "I'm just not that comfortable making the decisions on what to do to change things. I'm not the leader type. Neither are you really. We both let the world happen to us, mostly, don't we?"
"Maybe we should both try to be a little less passive," I replied. "We are breaking out of the mold today, I mean, look at you — dressed like a brazen hussy."
She laughed with me. Then she shyly looked over the top of her wineglass and said, "Maybe more of a hussy than you know. I think John got a peek down my top earlier."
A tazer would have had less impact on me. "Wha... I mean... well... how..." I was flabbergasted. She had responded almost too well to my suggestion that our lives were a bit dull. She instantly seemed to connect a statement on the general dullness of our lives with sex. She had skipped three steps ahead on me...
"Rich! Don't be mad. I didn't mean for it to happen." She had misunderstood my surprise.
"No, I'm not at all upset. You just surprised me, that's all. He didn't do anything inappropriate, did he?" I asked.
"No, he was a perfect gentleman. While we were sitting there chatting, I heard someone say the name Rich. I twisted in my seat to see if it was someone talking to you. It wasn't, but when I turned like that in this dress, well... it kinda pulled open. I'm sure John got an eyeful of my left boob. We both acted like nothing happened, except that I blushed and stammered a bit."
"Well," I said. "No harm, no foul. Besides, a little excitement like that is just what I was talking about." I sounded cool, but inside I was all over the map. My plan had worked! My wife had flashed a guy, albeit accidentally. Plus, she wasn't turned off or upset about it. I was half hard thinking about him seeing her beautiful breast.
"Yeah, more fun that being stuck on the couch watching bad TV again." She winked at me. "I'll have to keep this dress handy. We can go out like this once in a while."
"Yes!!!" I stood and shouted with my arms raised... Not really - the shouting and celebrating were all done on the inside. Actually, I just smiled and said, "I think that could be a lot of fun."
As we were leaving the restaurant, I asked, "Back to the hotel, or on to the club? It's your call my love." I had seen men lusting after her and didn't want to push her any farther than I already had. My little fantasies were plenty satisfied for the evening.
"No, not the hotel. Let's go have a little fun," she said.
Fifteen minutes later I was the proud escort of the loveliest lady in the club. The lights were low and the music was playing without being too loud or crazy. Enough couples were dancing that we wouldn't feel conspicuous taking a spin, at the same time it wasn't so crowded that you would be bumping in to people. In all, it was a very nice "grown-up" club.
We settled in at a table off to the side of the dance floor and ordered drinks. I was about to ask Suzanne to dance when someone walked up to the table.
"Well, hello you two. Still having a nice anniversary outing?" asked John. I was struck again by his voice and presence.
I was frozen in place for a second. Here was the guy that saw down my wife's top. He had seen her breast while sitting next to her at the hotel bar. I felt a thrill run through me at the thought. My cock lurched in my pants.
Suze leaned forward and touched his arm. "Hi John. Yes, we are having a great evening. What are you doing here?"
"I was sitting in that little hotel room thinking about the nice club you told me Rich was taking you to and decided I couldn't stay cooped up any longer. I decided to drop in here and at least be around other people for a little bit," he explained. Turning to me he said, "Not that I plan on crashing your evening together. I just wanted to say hello and maybe take one turn on the dance floor with your wife."
"Uhhh... Sure," I said. Wow. I was close to speechless at the situation.
My brain flashed up all the stories I had read over the last couple of years as I watched them dance. My fantasies about seeing Suze in bed with other men suddenly seemed much more real. My dick was hard and I was close to hyperventilating.
John never did anything inappropriate on the dance floor. He didn't drag Suze off to a dark corner and screw her; he didn't slowly raise her dress and show her ass off. In fact, his hands never strayed. He never so much as brushed his body close to hers. They stayed out for two songs and then came back to the table.
As they sat, Suze said, "John, please stay for a drink with us. I promise it is okay with us. Isn't it honey?"
I said, "Sure, come on and chat a bit."
John said, "If you are sure?" as he slid into the seat across from Suze and I.
Suze was sitting with her leg against mine and I dropped my hand to her thigh as John ordered his drink. She felt warm and the stocking felt slick and sexy to my hand.
Over the next fifteen minutes or so we exchanged basics. John flew into town for three or four days per month to check in on a consulting team that worked for him. He said that he was unmarried, lived in Dallas, but spent about half of his time traveling for work. We told him about our work and that our anniversary night out was part of us trying to break out of our homebody lifestyle. John led us throughout the conversation, questioning Suze and I about our lives and deciding what to share about himself.
Suzanne finished her drink and said, "Gentlemen, please excuse me for a moment. I need to powder my nose." She slid out of the booth and as she started to stand she twisted an ankle and fell down.
I had to step over her as I got up because she was on the floor in my way. Then as I stood, I realized that our alcohol intake had been pretty heavy, I was pretty light headed and my face felt numb. By the time I knelt beside my wife, John was already holding her ankle. She said it was sore, but it didn't seem to be swelling much. John touched several points on her ankle and gently moved it through a range of motion. It was a little tender, but didn't seem to be damaged. As John examined her ankle, I noticed that her skirt was pulled up pretty high on her legs. From his point of view he could see the white flesh above Suze's stockings and the gusset of her panties.
After we helped Suze back into the booth, she said "I think I've had enough to drink. Maybe we should go on back to the room honey."
John said, "Rich, you stay here with Suzanne. I'll go get a taxi." Then he disappeared across the room.
"I'm so sorry. I've spoiled our evening..." Suzanne said with a sigh.
"Not at all. I've enjoyed your company greatly, we've had a great night out. And even though you and I didn't dance, I enjoyed watching you dance with John." I said.
She brightened a bit, "Yes, it's been nice. He is a very good dancer. I'm glad we met him."
Just then, the waitress came and said that our cab was waiting out front. When I tried to take care of the bill, she said it had been taken care of by the man with the cab. I helped Suze limp outside. When we got to the door, John gently displaced me at her side and told me to go to the other side of the cab and help her in. He all but carried her to the cab and slid her into the middle of the back seat. Then, as I slid in next to her, John climbed in on her other side and gave the cabby our destination. At the hotel, the process was reversed.
When Suze protested that she was really OK and could walk on her own, John said "Sweetie, let's not push it," and continued to help her across the lobby. In the elevator he looked at me and asked, "Which floor?"
I stammered "Twenty-two," and felt foolish for not having thought even that far ahead.
I opened the door to our room and John helped Suze ease onto the bed. Then he stood up and said, "Go get some ice while I help her get comfortable."
When I got back with the ice, John was sitting on the end of the bed and Suze had her shoes off and her sore ankle was propped up on a pillow. Glaringly, her propped leg was without a stocking. I handed the ice to John who tied the plastic bag off, and placed it on a towel on her ankle. Then he took out three glasses from the ice stand, filled them with a little of the remaining ice, and produced a pocket flask from inside his jacket.
The three of us shared yet another drink and a little more conversation. After a bit, Suze said, "I'm feeling better now except that I still have that nose powdering to attend to..." With that, she got up and, only limping slightly went to the bathroom.
While she was in there, John said, "You have a lovely wife, Rich."
"Thanks. She is my sweetheart." I replied.
"Have you two ever... considered including others in your love life?" He asked as he refilled my drink. By now I was pretty toasted and didn't need my reasoning to be further impaired.
"Not really. Not that the idea is objectionable, it just isn't anything we've discussed." As I said that, the fantasies I'd had seemed to combine with the sexual energy of the evening and the alcohol. I was scared of what could happen and very excited by where this was leading. "Why do you ask?"
John stood in front of me and I realized that from my seated vantage point I could see a substantial bulge in his crotch. "As I said, Suzanne is very attractive. I think she could be very pleasing for me, sexually. Have you ever experimented with power exchange, domination, anything a little kinky/" he asked.
There it was! Right out in the open. This guy we just met was telling me he wanted to take my wife to bed. I felt my cock harden again. A thrill of terror combined with excitement ran through me at the thought. Then his question hit me. "Huh? No nothing like that..." I answered.
John looked at me measuringly and said, "No, I wouldn't think so."
Then Suze reentered the room. She looked as beautiful as before, except that she only had one black stocking on. She glanced at her legs and laughed. She pulled the hem of her dress up a bit and, showing a lot of leg, slid the remaining stocking down. It was a very sexy moment. I was gripped with lust from her action.
"There. She said. That 's better, don't you think?" she asked as she turned around like a model on a runway.
"Indeed, Suzanne. I was just telling Rich how attractive you are."
She blushed and said, "Thank you. And thank you both for being my handsome heroes when I fell down. I really think my ankle will be ok."
"If it really isn't bothering you, then I would like to do something. Rich please stand behind your lovely wife."
He had a radio announcer voice, rich and believable. It didn't occur to me to question his request... Between the alcohol, the wild success of my plan to loosen things up for my wife and I, and the intense sexual rush I felt from knowing this man had seen more of my wife than anyone but me, I was almost a zombie. The overload had shut down some of the reasoning.
I followed his directions and soon was behind Suzanne with my hand on her hips. We were directly in front of John who was seated in one of the chairs by the window.
"Rich, you have a beautiful wife. I'm sure you cherish her. You are a good looking couple. I want to give the two of you a gift - an experience to remember. Forgive me for any liberties I take, but I believe you will find the next moment in time intensely satisfying. If you feel uncomfortable or want to stop, just say so."
His voice was hypnotic. I stood there living completely in the moment, just listening to his voice and smelling Suzanne's perfume. She leaned back into me and I felt her bottom against my crotch. I pulled her hips into me gently as John went on.
"Rich, Suzanne is so trim and pretty. I want you to show me your treasure. Trace her sides with your hands from her ribs to her hips. No... not so fast, enjoy the feel of your lovely bride. Treasure her trim waist and feel the curve under the soft material of her dress."
I slowly ran my hands up and down her sides as he told me. Suze rolled her head back on to my collar bone as I did it.
"Now, Suzanne, I want you to put your palms on the back of Rich's hands. These are the hands that toil to protect you. They hold you when you are scared. They do the heavy work around the house for you. They caress you tenderly and support you fiercely. I want you to guide those hands across your belly. Let him feel the soft firmness of your female body. Let him feel where you carried his child... Good"
John's hypnotic voice seemed to fade as Suzanne drew my hands across her abdomen. She guided my hands low on her belly, to the point where my fingertips could detect the top of her panties. Then she drew my hands up over her navel to her ribs. She felt wonderful. Our breathing was deep. I could feel my hardness pressing against her. She moved my hands up to just under her breasts. I could feel the warmth of her breasts on my hands. Then she guided my hands slowly back down to the tops of her thighs.
"Rich, pull Suzanne's hair to one side and expose her neck. In some cultures the female neck is thought to be quite a sensuous treat. Look at the line of her skin from the hair line all the way down to her the top of the plunging back on that dress she is wearing. Run the back of your knuckle down that line. Ooh... Isn't that nice, Suzanne?"
She moaned as I stroked the back and side of her neck.
"Since you have her hair pulled over like that, Rich, why don't you lean forward and brush her ear with your lips. Let her feel your breath on her neck and hear it as you kiss her delicate ears. It is surprising just how sensitive the ears are. Some women seem to have a direct line from their ear to their more private parts. A kiss to the ear can turn them into puddles. Are you like that, Suzanne?"
"Ohhh... Yes," she moaned as I gently took her earlobe between my teeth.
"Suzanne, I can see your nipples are erect. Guide Rich's hands to your pretty breasts and let him feel them."
My heart was hammering. I hadn't been this excited about touching my wife's breasts since the first time she let me feel them years ago.
"No, Rich, let her guide you for a moment. Let her run your hands over her femaleness. Yes, much better."
I buried my face in the crook of Suze's neck and kissed her as she moved my hands over her breasts. It felt so wonderful. We were completely enthralled by John's guidance. Our mutual lust was stronger than it had ever felt. I was completely beyond questioning whether we should do this in front of a stranger. All that existed was what we were doing under the guidance of John's voice. I don't really think it was actual hypnosis. The conditions of our lowered inhibitions, our heightened libidos, and the presence of a strong guiding personality interacted with our somewhat submissive natures in a "perfect storm." We were lost on the sea controlled by John.
"Suzanne, I want you to put your hands down now. Yes, that's right. Down at your sides. Shoulders back, dear. Yes, just like that. Now, Rich, I want you to show me your wife's breasts. Don't uncover them. Just show me. Show me their weight when you hold them from below. Yes, like that. Now show me their fullness and their softness. Squeeze them into each other. Mmmm, that looks so good."
I was moving and stroking Suze's tits like I had never seen or felt a woman's breast before. It was completely thrilling. She was moving and panting as I followed John's directions.
"Rich, pinch her nipples. A bit harder — I want to see her respond. Yes!"
I pinched nipples her through the dress. As I increased the pressure at John's command, I felt Suzanne move and groan. Her hands were looking for a place to go. It was like she wanted to hold me, touch herself, and follow John's request to keep them by her side all at once. I realized that she was very close to orgasm.
"That's good, Rich. Now I want you to turn so you are both sideways to me... good. Now stand in front of Suzanne and get on your knees. Yes just like that. Now, I want you to caress her calves. Aren't her legs nice. I know how smooth they are. I felt her shin and calf myself when I put her foot up on the pillow."
I rubbed her legs and felt the flexed muscles in her calves. God, I had such a sexy wife. I could smell her sex. She was as hot and excited for me as I was for her. She stood with her feet apart in an unladylike stance. She wanted my hands to go higher. She moved her legs in invitation whenever my hands moved up to her knees.
"Rich, feel her thighs now. Reach up under her dress and feel those long luscious thighs. Aren't they wonderful. I bet they are as firm and silky smooth as her calves. Feel the difference in the skin between the outside of her legs and that soft magic spot near the top of the inside of her thighs. Mmmm... We know she likes that."
The skin between her legs was hot and moist. As my hand moved up between her legs, she trapped my hand between them and hunched down, trying to get some contact between my hand and her panty covered pussy.
"Stand up, Suzanne. Let Rich have is hand back. That's right."
She sighed a groan of frustration as she released my hand.
"Rich, reach way up high and slowly, very slowly, draw her panties down her legs."
I reached up her dress. When I did so, my face was close to her belly. I could smell her. She smelled so sexy and wonderful. Her body radiated heat. Her eyes were heavy lidded with lust when I looked up as I grasped her panties and slid the sides down a little. She brought her hands up to her breasts and squeezed them when I started moving the panties down a bit more. I could feel them holding to her pussy as I pulled them down. She had soaked them through and the moisture was sticking them to her outer lips. I guided my hands to gently stroke down the outside of her legs as I continued pulling off her underwear in front of our guide. When my hands passed her ankles, she put a hand on my head and stepped out of her panties.
"Very nice, Rich. Very nice."
I was pleased at the compliment.
"Stand up... good. Now smell them. Hold them to your face and breath in the perfume of a woman in lust."
I did it. It was a very sexy moment. I could smell my wife's arousal on those wet panties. I slipped my tongue out and tasted the wetness. My cock throbbed.
"Rich, please do me the honor of sharing those with me."
He reached out and I handed him my prize. He held them up. They were black lace 'boy cut" panties. Suzanne and I watched as he drew them to his nose and inhaled.
"Exquisite. Suzanne, simply exquisite." He placed them on his lap and captured our eyes with his. "Give your wife a kiss, Rich. But not just a kiss. Use this kiss to communicate to her. Tell her how deeply you desire her body, how you lust for her. Let her know that after all the time you have been together, you still find her sexy."
I kissed Suzanne deeply with passion and lust burning through the kiss. She responded and returned my heat. I don't know how long we were locked together in that kiss, subjectively it was a timeless heated eternity. When we broke apart, the only thing that kept us from ripping at our clothes and throwing ourselves at each other was John's voice.
"You almost set off the fire alarm with that, you two," he said. "I think you are ready for the next step."
Suze and I were panting with lust. My trousers were distended from my burning erection. She was flushed and her nipples looked like bullets on her breasts.
"Suzanne come stand right in front of me. Yes, right there. Place your hands on my knees for support. Oh — aren't they beautiful," he said as he looked down the top of her dress at her unfettered boobs. " Rich... Rich," his voice hardened. "Pay attention now."
I was lost in a lust filled daze. This man was looking down at my wife's breasts as he guided us through the most heated sensual experience of our lives.
"Rich, slowly pull up the back of her dress until her legs and behind are completely exposed."
I did so. I glanced down and saw that the tops of her thighs were glistening with her juices. I'd never seen her so hot.
"Suzanne, look into my eyes. Let me see as Rich reaches down," he gave me a directive nod "and touches your most sensitive and private part."
I slid two fingers down between her cheeks until they encountered her wetness. Then I curled my fingers and inserted them. She gasped and arched her back, pressing into my hand.
"Ohh... yes, please..." She moaned.
I was rubbing myself against the side of her ass while I sawed my fingers into her. She tossed her head and hunched her hips to get more contact as I touched her.
" Rich, remove your trousers and... well you know what I want you to do," John said as he stared into my wife's eyes.
My pants were off in an instant. I grabbed Suzanne by the hips and slid into her. She groaned and dropped her head almost into John's lap. He grabbed her hair and lifted her head back up.
"No, darling. I want your eyes for now. Show me your lust in your face. He is fucking you. Show me you love it. That you need to be fucked."
I was pulling her hips in as I thrust into her. The slapping of our bodies punctuated the room. I looked down and saw the flesh of her ass ripple as I slammed into my wife. She was groaning with each shove. I closed my eyes and tipped my head back, feeling the pressure build to a peak. I was going to cum soon.
I felt Suze move differently. She pulled a little forward, so I stepped forward to remain in position with her. When I looked down, I saw a site that remains burned in my brain to this day. John had opened his trousers and Suzanne had taken him into her mouth. He had a handful of her hair in each hand and was fucking her mouth. This wasn't oral sex, it was fucking. He was raising and lowering her head firmly, just shy of violently.
John made eye contact with me and said, "Rich, do it now. Cum!"
I did. I was pulling on her hips so hard that her feet were off the ground. I came and came while he continued fucking my wife's mouth. Then, when I was spent, he pulled her off of himself and turned her around to me.
"Kiss him," he hissed. "Kiss him with the mouth that was just on my cock."
She draped her arms over my shoulders and pressed her mouth to me. Her tongue entered my mouth and I could taste this man in my wife's mouth. He hadn't cum in her mouth, but I guess there was enough pre-cum to flavor our kiss. She was rubbing her body against me and pulling my head to hers as we kissed. I was still feeling the echoes of my orgasm as we kissed. It was an incredibly heated moment.
We broke the kiss and just stood there with our foreheads touching. She was still excited. I wasn't sure if she had cum or not, but she clearly was ready for more. I felt strange when she pulled back. I was standing there in front of a stranger with a little cum dripping off my cock while my wife appeared fully dressed as her dress had dropped back into place when she stood.
"That was superb. You two are a very sexy, sensual pair." John said, breaking the silence.
I glanced at him. He was sitting there with a raging red hard on.
"Suzanne, do me the honor of showing me your naked body," he directed.
She turned and indicated that I should unzip her dress. I slid the zipper down to the base of her spine slowly, unsure of the consequences of my actions. With my lust sated, some of my brain was coming back on line. As she reached to her shoulders, she was looking right at John. He glanced at me and asked me to refill our glasses. I moved to do it.
As I handed a refilled glass to John, Suze dropped the shoulders off of her dress and turned her back to us. When she looked over her shoulder in our direction, her gaze focused on John, not me. It was a smoky hot look. I killed my drink and poured another. As I sat in the other chair I watched Suze lower her top, showing us her bare back. Sitting there, we both knew her upper body was bare and exposed. She then surprised me by doing what can only be called a grind. It was like what you might see a stripper do. She rolled her hips sensually and arched her back while holding her dress at the top of her hips. Then she just dropped the dress, exposing her buttocks to us. As she stepped out of the dress crumpled at her feet, she turned and locked eyes with John. We could see my cum matting her pussy hair. She looked very sexy, very raunchy, very unlike my shy wife.
I knocked down my drink again and felt a warm numbness overtake my body. I felt disassociated from what was happening in that hotel room. It was like I was vividly imagining one of those internet stories more than actually participating in something. My memories of the rest of the evening are more like a scrapbook of snapshots than a movie of what happened. I saw John standing with Suzanne on her knees going down on him more. I saw her on the bed touching herself at his command. He had her licking my cum off of her fingers. I saw him fucking her doggie style in the middle of the bed, slapping her ass and pulling her hair as they thrust at each other.
After that things got really fuzzy for a bit. I'm pretty sure he made her clean him after he came in her. I remember him propped on the pillows and winking at me as he guided her head to his still dripping cock. I remember some time later seeing her straddling him and riding his cock. Her moans as she came that time focused my attention enough to make me aware of what was going on, even though I couldn't really do much about it.
I would like to simply blame the alcohol, but to be honest, I must say that my drinking was only part of it. I was numb and had withdrawn as some kind of self protective mode. Kind of like when someone is severely injured in an accident, but can continue to function without feeling the pain until the immediate danger passes. Something like that. My emotions were pretty shut down. I had been excited and thoroughly enjoyed Suze's now innocent seeming exhibitionism earlier in the evening. That was everything I had hoped it would be. The scene in front of John, touching my wife at his direction was intensely erotic and exciting, but it went beyond anything I had really wanted. I enjoyed it, and the sex with my wife while she went down on John was thrilling, but definitely not anything like what I planned or really wanted for us. I had felt that 'standing on the edge of a cliff' feeling in my gut as it happened. Thrilling and scary. Good and bad at the same time. What happened after that was much more bad than good. I felt ill at what was happening. I just didn't have the fortitude to stand up to John and say "enough." I passively watched as he took my wife down the path to depravity
And depravity it was. One of the later snapshots I have from that night was of John standing with his arms propped on the bed, bent from the waist. Suzanne, my sweet innocent wife, the mother of our daughter had her face in his ass as he directed her to lick his bunghole. That lasted for a long time, because I faded in and out several times while it happened.
I'm not positive of all of the other things that happened between them that night. I'm pretty sure he fucked her ass. He also slapped her around a good bit. There were bruises and bite marks all over her breasts and ass the next day. She was pretty marked up the next morning. The thing about it that really stuck with me was that no matter what they were doing, she was not just a passive toy for his use. She actively participated and sought more. Something was unleashed there that I never imagined could have existed. It was like Suze was someone else.
I woke with a severe crick in my neck. I was still in the chair that I collapsed into after... after fucking my wife in front of the pages in that scrapbook fanned across my mind's eye. I jerked upright... and fell back against the chair. My head felt like a fuzzy melon with a spike through it. My stomach was crawling up my throat. And my vision was fuzzy or blurry or something. I managed to lurch into the bathroom before heaving up bile and the last remnants of our meal last night.
I wiped my face and looked back into the room. Suze was curled in the corner of the bed with a sheet over her. It was the bottom sheet. All of the other bedding was in the floor, except for two of the king size pillow cases. They were tied to her wrists. She looked like she was sleeping ok, so I went back into the bathroom and rinsed my mouth and tried to clean up some. I found some aspirin in the shaving kit that I had packed and took a handful. Then I went to the phone and ordered a light breakfast for two.
I had showered and dressed by the time room service knocked. The aspirin had kicked in and I was no longer acutely ill. I took the tray at the door and set it on the table between John's chair and mine. It is funny that even with him gone I considered it his space. I poured myself some coffee and waited for Suze to wake up. I wasn't really thinking about what happened. I was like one of those soldiers with a 'thousand yard stare' you see pictures of.
It didn't take long for the smell of the coffee to rouse my wife. When she rolled over and sat up, it was clear that she shared a bit of the hangover I had, but she didn't seem to suffer the severity I had.
"Morning. What can I do for you'" I said.
She squinted the light squeezing past the curtains and said, "The coffee smells good, but let me go clean up first."
She got up naked from the bed, untied the pillowcases from her wrists, and padded to the bathroom. That was when I saw the bruising and bite marks. My internal organs froze. It had really happened. I had let this stranger abuse my wife. I had set up the situation that led to all of this. She would never forgive me. I had ruined our lives. I sank into a morass of self pity and loathing for my actions. If the room had a balcony, I may very well have thrown myself from it in those moments while she showered the residue of the terrible incident from her body.
As I sat there crushed and distraught, I heard the shower stop. The silence hung in the room. I to go to Suzanne to beg for forgiveness, but couldn't overcome the inertia of my despair to do it. I waited, dreading the moment when she returned. It seemed like it was taking forever to come out. I started worrying that she was in there curled up crying and as distraught as I was. Maybe she couldn't overcome her loathing of me enough to come out of the bath room. Maybe she is so upset that she was in there doing something drastic — could you cut your wrists with one of those multi-bladed razors?
I stood and crossed the room to check on her. As I stepped over a pillow, the bathroom door opened and Suzanne came out. She was dressed in the jeans and blouse I had packed for her yesterday. Her hair was mostly dried and looked nice. She had on some makeup and looked great.
She stepped to me and kissed the tip of my nose. "Silly, you didn't even pour me a cup of the coffee," she said, stepping around me to move to the table.
"Gahh..." I was less than eloquent. It was like nothing was wrong. Like everything that had happened last night had been a very strange dream. She smiled at me as she sipped her coffee. I rubbed my nose where she kissed it — kissed it with lips that had been wrapped around another man's cock, lips that had kissed his asshole, that had tasted his cum. But there she stood, looking bright eyed and chipper. "Gahh..." I repeated.
"Poor baby. You had lot's more to drink than we did last night. Come over here and lets get some of this breakfast in you."
I shuffled over and sat down. She set my plate on the little table in front of me. I ate like a zombie. I was unable to process what was happening, what had happened.
After we had eaten a little bit, I mustered my verbal skills enough to say, "I'm so... sorry."
She gave me a long look. "There's nothing for either of us to be sorry over. Honey. We had too much to drink and let things get out of control. Way out of control. But I love you and never want anything to hurt us. Let's just put last night behind us. It will only hurt us if we let it."
When push comes to shove, I firmly believe that women are far more rational than men. My wife was certainly more rational than I was at that moment.
"I just want you to know that I didn't want anything bad for you. I wanted last night to be fun and exciting and different. But I never thought... I didn't... I treasure you and would never have let that happen if I had known," I said.
She patted my knee. "Of course not. But it did happen. Neither of us really wanted that, but something in us let it happen. It's ok. Let's just write it off to temporary insanity and go on with our normal lives. Besides, you know we did have some fun. It wasn't all bad."
I thought about it. We'd had a great dinner. Suze had dressed sexy and broken out of her shy shell some before things went really nuts.
"Yeah, I guess it wasn't all bad," I said as I stroked her cheek.
"That's right, honey," she replied as she leaned forward and kissed me.
That moment seemed so good. My fears and worries seemed to have been dealt with. We had escaped ruin and marital disaster. Looking back now, I realize how deep our misunderstanding was. I was thinking of dinner and the benign aspects of the early evening when I said it wasn't all bad. She was thinking something else.