I Resisted, But Not Enough!
by MsMarie
Copyright© 2002 by MsMarie
Erotica Sex Story: A woman is married to a man who finally admits to her that he is a voyeur and needs the visual excitement of "watching". She allows herself to satisfy his desires but... not to go all the way!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Reluctant Heterosexual Slut Wife Exhibitionism Voyeurism Size .
I was shocked! My husband,, asked me to make love to another man right in front of him... and I didn't know what to say. He told me that he had always been a voyeur and that was what got him excited the most. The whole thought of making love to another man (especially in front of him) really had me thinking that he was a bit strange, or a bit queer. No matter how you looked at it, it certainly wasn't an accepted act! Not sure exactly how to react to this request and we talked about it quite a bit. I admitted that there were times when I would fantasize about other men, or men without faces. But fantasies are one thing, and actually doing it quite another.
A little about us... We've been married about a year, I'm 27, and he's 35. I'm about 5'6", 125lbs with "C" breasts and a flat stomach. He's about 6'0", 190 lbs, muscular and with some sexy hair on his chest and very strong arms.
While on the one hand it did excite me a little to think about the possibilities... Although I wouldn't tell him that I did "play" with the thought from time to time. Anyway... one day we were out drinking and dancing and I had danced a few dances with another guy who had asked me. When I went back to the table my husband leaned over and whispered...
"Would you like to make it with that guy?"
I got a little red-faced and I'm sure I was blushing enough to light up the room... but I answered,
"No! I don't want to go to bed with anyone but you!"
He replied "I saw you up there!" (speaking of me dancing with the stranger) "and you certainly seemed to be enjoying yourself!" "AND if you had pushed up against him any harder you'd have done it right there on the dance floor!"
He was right... I had been enjoying myself and I had enough drinks in me to relax... and for a few moments there I had forgotten about him being in the audience and had just relaxed and gone with the flow. Rich, the guy I was dancing with, was an attractive man about 6 ft tall, strong and very muscular. He had curly hair and a very disarming manner. I was attracted, but the thought of going to bed with him hadn't even entered into my mind.
My husband said, "wouldn't you?"
He was prodding now... and I felt as though he was trying to inject something else into it that wasn't there. I replied, "No!"
Well, that was about it that night as we went home together and I had almost forgotten all about it but when we were making love... He asked me if I was thinking about the other guy? I told him that I hadn't been but he pressed on and we talked about it for a long time that night. I was feeling a little strange as I sorta felt that he wanted to see me do something that would cause us to break up! But then I was kind of curious as to whether he would get jealous or not. Maybe because I was secretly hoarding some sexy thoughts myself!
He assured me that he wasn't trying to get something against me or to break up... he just wanted to "watch". Then he suggested that maybe the next time we go out... I could just "make out" with another guy while he watched? We continued to talk about it with him stressing that he would stay out of sight and would only watch! And that I didn't have to do anything but make out with him, but that right after the guy would leave... we would make love! He kept stressing that watching made him super excited and that I should do it for him.
Well, after some time went by, I began thinking that there wasn't any thing wrong with making out with some guy as long as I didn't go all the way and "we" made love afterwards. It would be like a marital aid! Besides I think that in the back of my mind I kinda wanted to experiment too! It was kind of an exciting thought. Anyway, many nights when we would make love he would whisper in my ear that "he" was watching from a closet... or behind the drapes... I found myself becoming excited with the thought.
Anyway... One night while fixing us drinks he suddenly said
"Tonight's the night, Honey!" As he slid up next to me, handed me a drink and tried to nuzzle my neck.
I knew instinctively what he was talking about but had to play dumb... and said
"Tonight's the night for what, Honey??" I took the drink out of his hand and took a sip.
"I wanna watch you make out with some guy tonight, get him all hot and then come back and make love to me!"
"Are you sure that you wouldn't get mad?" I took another sip of the drink he had made, as it seemed like a good thing to do to make the answer seem casual.
"Yes, Honey... I'm sure I wouldn't get mad! But I can't promise that I won't get HOT! And I know that "Shorty" will give you a standing salute!
" Shorty " was his playful name for his cock. Whenever he felt like playing... he would refer to his cock that way.
"O.K. I'll go out this one night but if I can't find someone that I like to pick me up... the deal is off OK?
"All ya gotta do is enjoy yourself, dance as much as you want to with whomever you want... I don't want to push you into anything! But me and "Shorty" want to see you get "hot" with someone! And then we'll finish you off afterwards!"
He took my hand and placed in over his crotch pressing himself against me and making it obvious that he had a partial erection! I smiled and we kissed! We made love and I played with the thought of making love to a different man! The fantasy wasn't necessarily a different fantasy but now it was a possible fantasy and I found the thought very exciting!
He made love to me for almost an hour. I could tell he was more excited than usual... and that in turn made me more excited. Normally I find it difficult to cum, but tonight seemed different in that not only was I wetter than I normally am, but I came in rather short order. And he, right behind me!
It was Friday and we drove out to the outskirts of town and he dropped me off at a popular bar that we are not known at. He said he'd be in a few minutes to watch from a distance and keep track of what was going on to make sure things didn't go awry. I was to sit at the bar and order a drink... But after the few I had already had at home... I felt that I wouldn't need too much more and should limit the drinks that I got there. I went to the bar and ordered a drink... it wasn't but a few moments before someone started to hit on me. Several guys sitting at a table nearby started talking to me. I told them that I was waiting for a friend. One of them eventually asked me if I would like to dance? I told him that I would but only until my friend arrived! We danced and talked... and he returned to the bar with me to talk.
The second guy got up and walked with me to the dance floor, which was pretty crowded... It was a fast dance... and we danced several dances... then I came back to where I was seated at the bar and he to the table where the other guys were... Then another guy asked me to dance... And it was a slow dance! I said ok... and we walked to the dance floor and as he pulled me to him it seemed as though he was a professional dancer as he moved so fluidly and harmonically. Then almost as a compliment to his dancing skills, he managed to whisper in my ear that he loved the way that I moved! I felt as though he had done this many times before and he knew his compliments took him to higher levels. My heard swirled as I listened to his compliments and felt his hard body come together with mine along with the tempo of the music. This time I accompanied him back to their table rather than returning to the bar... He was a tall rather muscular guy with broad shoulders and small waist and hips. He looked like he could handle himself in any sort of rough situation but had a big friendly smile that beguiled those rough and tumble cave man charms and made him appear much more like a Mr. Nice guy!
I found myself looking at him and wondering how good a kisser he was??? I wondered if he would make a pass or not? I wondered what he thought of me? And then dismissed those thoughts as I thought of my husband sitting at the bar... and watching. I glanced over in his direction and saw him smiling at me.
I stayed and talked with Mr. Nice guy and all the others at the table and they all bought me several drinks. At one point I had 3 drinks in front of me. I found myself laughing and having a good time in spite of being aware of my husband sitting in the background watching me! In fact... I was beginning to enjoy this sexy little game. Maybe it was the drinks, maybe it was the sexy dancing that we'd been doing, maybe it was his intoxicating compliments, but I was definitely starting to enjoy myself.
With my husband in the background watching I felt safe, maybe too safe, but I was enjoying the moment and I just wanted to let it all happen and didn't want it to stop!
The drinks were having their desired effects, and I staggered and almost fell when I stood up to dance one time... Sitting back down I said that I thought that I had, had enough! Mr. Nice guy offered to give me a ride home since my friend hadn't showed up... and I accepted! I was a little tipsy when we left and he had his arm around me to help steady me as we walked to the door. His hand gripped my waist a little stronger than "I thought" necessary... but then he was trying to get a cheap "feel" out of it too because his fingers stretched out around my stomach below my breasts and it seemed as though he was trying to hold "all of me" All this excited me very much as I could feel the anticipation build and my heart beat faster... I knew it might not happen tonight but it looked as though it might!
I glanced over at my husband as we walked out the door and he started walking out at about the same time. We went our way to his car... The plan was for my husband to follow us and I would make out with him in the parking lot giving my husband a chance to get up to the apartment first.
It took only about 15 or 20 minutes to make the trip to my apartment and park in the parking lot. As my husband ran up the steps to the apartment house we were parking in the lot, I leaned my head against my dates shoulder and put my hand around his bicep. Boy! This guy had an arm on him! I almost swooned right there! He leaned down and kissed me... I kissed him back allowing his tongue to explore the dark recesses of my mouth. His left hand ran his fingers thru my hair and pulled my head back slightly and I felt the unmistakable desire to succumb to his advances right then and there! My arms went around him and pulled him to me... The next thing I knew he had his hand up inside my blouse kneading my breast and playing with my nipple! I tried to put him off but he was very insistent... I allowed him to feel my breasts and tweak my nipples. I was breathing so hard that even I was aware of my breathing. Then he tried to put his hand down into my panties! I was already wet! God, I felt as though I was so wet that he could "fall in" I was overwhelmed with all the attention I was getting... or maybe it was the alcohol, but whatever it was I was permitting him more latitude than I wanted to! I was resisting but my resistance was ebbing. I felt his fingers swirling around my clit and bringing me ever so close to getting off... This was advancing more quickly than I wanted... being out of practice, I found him hard to put off... and doubly so, that I didn't really want to put him off!
God! I was going to get laid out in the parking lot and this guy wasn't even going to wait to get into my apartment. I told him that this was all wrong... we had just met and didn't even know each other yet. He merely pulled me down into the seat... and I felt my skirt ride up my leg. His leg was between mine and pressing strongly against my damp crotch. Mr. Nice guy was going crazy sucking on my big tits of and I was going crazy letting him! He kept taking my hand and putting it on his cock, which was as hard a rock making a tent out of the front of his pants. I finally gave in and started to stroke his cock on the outside of his pants. He reached over and unzipped his fly... so I reached in and took it out. He was much larger than my husband was... If I had to say I would say that my husband was about 6" and about an inch thick, this guy was about 8" and easily twice as thick! Soon, I had his huge cock out of his pants and was stroking the shaft. His cock was so big that my hand just did cover it when I was stoking him. His precum was very copious and was getting all over my hands. One drop fell on my wrist and I couldn't resist tasting it. It had a bittersweet taste and tasted very good.
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