TITLE    : The Week Ch. 02
STORYID  : the-week-ch-02
SUMMARY  : Chapter 2 of a 13 Chapter, 150 page, wife-watching novella.
AUTHOR   : feverman@lit
DATE     : 2012-10-04
CATEGORY : loving-wives
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TAGS     : |mmf|threesome|voyeur|exhibitionist|squirt|cab sex|voyeur husband|hot wife|wife watching|


Note: <strong><u>The Week</u></strong> is a 13 Chapter, 150 page, novella-length, wife-sharing story. I feel obligated to suggest you will not fully understand the storyline or the contents of individual chapters unless you start at the beginning. In any case, I hope you enjoy the story. Feverman. Copyright 2011, 2012 Chad Sanders, all rights reserved.



<strong><u>Chapter 2 - Sarah's Seduction</u></strong>



Sarah took a cab to the restaurant and we found her there at the bar, turning down a drink offer from a man as we approached. I later learned she had been offered drinks by several other gentlemen in the ten minutes or so she had arrived ahead of us. I could see why. She looked fabulous in her new outfit, a tight-fitting almost knee-length black dress with a deep V-cut that ran to just above her belly button, gold and diamond jewelry and lacy black hose. I did a double take when I saw her stockings and the lace top on clear display through the slit up the left leg of her dress. Her hose were a combination of fine black fishnet and decorative lace. She had never worn attire so blatantly attention-getting and sexy in public.



When I hugged her as we greeted, I slipped my hand down her back and across her butt. Through the thin fabric of her sexy, black dress, I quickly realized she was wearing only a garter belt without panties. Her ass felt wonderfully naked to my fingertips. So good, I almost lost a load of hot cum standing there in the bar of the restaurant. I pulled back to look at her and marveled at the amount of cleavage on display and the distinct outline of her nipples through the thin material. She was dressed to the hilt, looking both highly sophisticated and wildly sexy at the same time.



"God you look great, love!" I told her with joyous excitement and a facial expression to convey the same enthusiasm.



"Thank you," she said with a big smile that showed her pride and appreciation. She turned to Lee, smiled and hugged him for the longest. Without fully releasing him from her hug, Sarah told Lee how sorry she was for his loss and for ours too. She talked about Denise and her fondness for Lee's late wife for a minute with them holding each other in a loose embrace. Her revealing, sexy dress and their lingering, physically-connected interaction left no doubt in my mind that she was firmly committed to carrying out my fantasy. Sarah had never dressed the way she was, nor had she greeted anyone in my presence in such a personal and sensual way.



I tried to be as quiet as possible and just listen during dinner to allow the maximum amount of conversation between the two of them. Sarah and Lee talked, told stories and laughed as well as shared the news of their daily lives. Although she often held my hand on top of the table, she also found a variety of ways to touch Lee's hands and arms and she made him feel very special too.



We ordered after-dinner drinks and Sarah excused herself to go to the restroom. When she was out of sight, Lee said to me, "As you suggested, I brought Sarah a couple of things. When would be a good time to give them to her?"



"How about one tonight and one later," I suggested.



"Actually, I should have said a few things. I would love to give her something now," Lee said.



Perhaps it took just that setting for me to see it with such clarity, but I hadn't really paid much attention to how ruggedly handsome Lee was until that exact moment. I suppose I had never thought of him in such a physical way beforehand. Prior to this fantasy of mine becoming a very real likelihood, I just never had a reason to do so. However, the very real possibility of him fucking Sarah before the night was over made me think of Lee differently and to really look at him. He was a strikingly good-looking man.



"Sure. That would be great," I heard myself respond to his question about gifts as I examined his deep blue eyes, his strong frame and dark tan. He was tall, very well groomed with salt and pepper brown hair, a strong jaw and angular face. It may have entered my mind in some past year, but as I compared him to my memory of Denise, it suddenly seemed he was noticeably better looking than she had been.



When Sarah returned, Lee helped seat her and I looked at them as a couple for the first time. They looked good together, like they were made for each other, even if he was ten or twelve years older than her. They were both captivatingly attractive, even more noticeably so with the two of them sitting next to each other.



Lee looked at my beautiful, almost-glowing wife with her refreshed makeup and perfectly-combed, shiny, black hair and told her, "Sarah, I have a few gifts for you. As you know, Denise and I didn't have a daughter or granddaughter and she didn't have any nieces. There are a few special things I gave her over the years and some things she got from others. I would like for you to have some of them."



"You don't need to do that, Lee," Sarah interrupted him.



Lee continued, "I know I don't need to, but I want to. I will be here seven days and I have seven things to give you. I can give them to you all at once or one a day. Which would you prefer?"



"One a day, I guess, but..." she said and was cut off then a second time.



"Stop," Lee said, "I want to give you these things because, as I told Ryan earlier, I have admired both your inner and outer beauty for years. I can't think of a woman anywhere in the world I would rather have this first item. It is so you."



Lee pulled a green, velvet jewelry box, about four inches wide and seven inches long, from his coat pocket and pushed it across the table to Sarah who was sitting between us at our table for four. Sarah's jaw dropped when she opened the box. It was a gold necklace with eleven emeralds of varying sizes; the largest had to be ten carets. The other stones were matched pairs going up along the lines of the necklace, one on each side, from that large center one to the smallest pair on top. I estimated the top two stones were two or three carets each.



"Oh my god... I can't..." Sarah was stammering when Lee sternly said, "You can and will. Now, compose yourself and say something nice to me, like maybe, 'Thank you, Lee.'"



She first looked at me. Her face was flushed crimson with passion, joy, or something, and then she looked back at Lee with pure lusty affection, at least that's the way I read it.



Lee smiled at her and said, "Hell, Sarah, you and Ryan paid for her whole jewelry collection and a lot more with all the work you have allowed me to do for you over the years, not to mention the other work you sent my way."



"It's too much..." she said and hesitated, "but, I love it beyond words. Emeralds are my favorite. Oh god, Lee, nobody, other than Ryan, has ever given me something so special!"



Perhaps she was thinking about her birthday promise to me and what the night held in store for Lee, or perhaps not. In any case Sarah suddenly added, "I will have to do something very special for you in return."



"That is not in any way necessary, Sarah. Just having you as a friend is more than enough for me," Lee said. "And, I love your wonderful reaction to the gift. I can see in your face and eyes that I made you happy with it."



As he spoke, Sarah fidgeted with the gold necklace around her neck, trying to undo it. "Help me get this off, Ryan," she said with mild exasperation evident in her voice, and then to Lee, "I want you to put your wonderful gift on me right now. I want to wear it for you."



I took off her gold necklace and slipped it into my pocket. As Lee helped Sarah with the emerald necklace, she sat erect with her perfect posture, but leaned forward a bit to give him room to fasten the clasp away from the top of the high-backed chair she was sitting in. Sarah didn't seem to notice or mind that her dress had fallen forward and her full, pert tits and even her excited nipples were on full display for us. When he was done fastening the necklace, Sarah captured Lee's hands in hers and pulled his fingers down to feel the necklace on her. She only stopped the downward movement of his hands when his fingers reached the big stone at the bottom almost between her breasts. I think it was the single most arousing sexual thing I ever saw up to that point in my life. My dick strained to find more space to grow and I could feel the pre-cum soaking the head of my dick and my leg. I felt a wicked flush of sexual arousal spread across my face from seeing Lee's fingers touching the skin at the top of my wife's beautiful, bare breasts.



Sarah was a bit choked up when she said, "You both make me feel so special and appreciated. Thank you for the wonderful present, Lee. And Ryan, thank you too, for loving me with all your heart and being my soul-mate." She was sobbing a little when she stood up and kissed Lee on his lips. Her passion for him and/or the moment was openly revealed in the way she tenderly and caringly kissed him. She kissed him as a lover rather than a friend.



Lee was caught off guard by Sarah's public display of very intimate gratitude. It both embarrassed and aroused him. He turned red as a beet after kissing Sarah, and said, "That is more than enough thanks..."



He never got to finish his statement because Sarah kissed him again with even more caring passion. When she finally turned loose of him, she plopped down in her seat. She looked at me and said, "We need to talk."



Lee took the hint and used the opportunity to excuse himself. He walked away to visit the restroom with a proud gate and wearing a big grin on his face. He also had a very noticeable tent in the front of his pants and didn't make any attempt to cover it up or hide his arousal.



"Happy?" I asked, thinking she was.



She didn't answer my question, but her facial expression changed to one far from what I expected. "You told him, didn't you?" she accused me with a hard glare and fire in her eyes.



"No, I haven't. I promise you I haven't!" I told her, shocked that she would think so.



"Liar! There is no way he would have given me something that nice if you hadn't told him I would fuck him in return," she further accused me.



"No, honey, I didn't tell him. I promise. I dropped a hint that it would be sweet of him to bring you a little gift of some kind for us putting him up, but nothing more. Oh wait, that's not exactly true; I did say something about you might want to be more than just a gracious host to him, given his loss and all, but that's it. That's all I said. I left it very general and didn't commit you to anything. I haven't talked about my fantasy with Lee; not ever," I assured her.



"Swear to me on your mother's grave," she demanded.



"I promise you and I swear to you on my mother's grave that is all I told him, and I said absolutely nothing about our plans," I reassured her. I asked, "Do you want to wait and do this later on with someone else?"



"Are you out of your mind?" she asked me with slightly flared nostrils. The adrenaline from thinking I had told Lee she would fuck him was still dominating her. She declared, "I am going to make love to Lee every way I can tonight!"



"Well... good," I said, a bit shocked at the intensity of her resolve, "...glad to see you so motivated." I smiled at her and shared, "I love you more than you can imagine."



"You better," she said as she sat back and forced herself to relax. I watched her for a few moments as she consciously let go of her anger. Damn she was beautiful.



"I paid our bill. What now?" Lee said when he returned.



"Dancing," Sarah announced, "One of our favorite blues bands is playing at a club across town. Let's drop off the car at the house and take a cab. Being out with the two most special men in my life has me in a party mood. You guys need to get out of those penguin suites and into something more comfortable anyway. And, Lee, you need to cancel that motel reservation. You are staying with us, no ifs, ands, or buts. Got it?"



"Yes, ma'am," Lee said and laughed.



To my amazement and great satisfaction, my loving wife was both highly aroused and totally committed to our new adventure. I was a halfway expecting Sarah to get in the back seat with Lee and attack him on the way to the house she looked so ready and willing, but nothing of the sort happened. I suppose it was just wishful thinking on my part. I should have known better that to expect a wild woman to spring up out of my conservative wife's body so quickly. As it turned out, I didn't have to wait too much longer.



We left our car at the house and took a cab across town so we could all drink without worry. At the club, Sarah was overdressed compared to the other women there, but she didn't care one bit. She was a bundle of energetic joy, fueled by her newfound sexual freedom and no small measure of tequila.



Lee and I drank, laughed and danced with Sarah for several hours. She made a game, or so it seemed, of trying to keep us both rock hard. During all but the slow songs, Sarah increasingly became the sultry temptress on the dance floor with whichever one of us was dancing with her. She rolled and swayed her body with snakelike undulations, wiggled and shook in the most inviting ways, and temptingly ran her hands over her body at times as if telling us where she would love to be touched. Sarah looked to be a woman consumed with sexual arousal. It was the wildest display of feminine sexuality I had ever seen in public, not only from her, but from any woman.



Other men stood close by the dance floor, sipped their drinks, and openly stared at Sarah, at her seductive way of dancing and showing off her body in that sexy little dress. When she dropped down toward the floor as she danced, the little dress rode up and her onlookers got extended flashes of her legs above her hose and the bottoms of her naked ass cheeks through the open slit. One stranger after another tried to capture her attention by speaking to her or by asking her to dance. Sarah ignored them and refused the five or six invitations to dance she got from other men. Her focus was totally on the two of us. It was as if she wanted to excite us both enough to make us come in our pants right there in the club. Fast songs were a lesson to the other women on how to move one's body to drive men wild with lust. Slow songs were body-rubbing, dick-teasing minutes of personal affection. Toward the end, she rubbed her five-foot-nine-inch one-hundred-thirty-pound body on us and pushed our hands slowly over her butt and even over her tits a few times. By then, my wife's full, firm breasts were always pressed firmly into one of our chests during the sultry, soulful, slow, blues tunes. She stuck to us like glue and kept us both aroused and focused on her like two dogs running after a bitch in heat.



By one a.m. we were all cooked with lust and more than ready to leave the club and get on with the inevitable things to follow. Lee could have had no doubt he was going to get laid after the overt sexual attention Sarah had given him at the club. The wild woman hidden deep inside my wonderful wife had finally come to the surface and openly revealed itself in a very sexy and dramatic way.



Sarah let the cat fully out of the bag during the cab ride home. She crawled over onto Lee's lap, straddling him, and kissed him with a lusty passion that shocked me. She shocked me more when she took his hands and pushed them under her hiked-up dress onto her naked ass cheeks and whispered loud enough for me (and probably the taxi driver) to hear, "I am going to do everything I can with you when I get you home."



"But, Sarah..." Lee tried to protest.



She cut him off, saying out loud, "It's okay. I've already told Ryan. He is fine with it. He wants me to. Now, Lee, let's see how turned on you can get me before we get there."



I couldn't have imagined her being so forward with another man. I expected her to tease and coax Lee into sexual action, but not to simply give herself to him before he pressed her for more of herself for awhile. Maybe he had while they danced. In any case, her aggressive behavior was an indication to me of just how worked up Sarah had allowed herself to get. She was wild with sexual fever and I knew Lee was going to get fucked very soon.



Lee gave me a quick glance to confirm her statements, and when I nodded "yes" he began openly massaging her ass underneath her dress and kissing my beautiful, hot wife without reservation. They kissed and kissed more as Lee's hands worked there way under her bottom into the wet, hot pussy fully available to him there under her high-riding dress. Sarah moaned encouragement to Lee as his hands massaged closer and closer to her pussy lips. "Keep going," she told him, "This is so hot and exciting."



Sarah uttered, "Oh god, yes!" when his fingers found her blood-engorged pussy lips. "I am so hot doing this with you," and soon afterward, "Yes, right there... rub me there," she told him.



When the cab pulled up in front of the house, Sarah was so lost in passion and so close to coming, I told the driver to just wait a minute and watch the show with me. He cut off the engine and turned to watch Lee bring Sarah to orgasm.



"Do it with two fingers," she urgently told him.



Lee did. He lifted Sarah and turned her until she sat her across his lap sideways with her back leaning against the door. He spread her open and shoved two fingers in between Sarah's shaved pussy lips and raked his fingertips over her G-spot while he leaned over and kissed her. It looked so raw, nasty and wild seeing my wife surrender fully to Lee and the passion of the moment. Her dress was hiked up around her waist revealing all of her garter and fully exposing her naked pussy to both me and our driver. It only took a moment of Lee massaging her G-spot that way for Sarah to climax. She exploded in orgasm and her body writhed on Lee's lap. I listened to the sloshing sounds of his fingers working inside her pussy and watched them kissing until Sarah screamed out, "I'm coming. Oh god, it's a big one! ...feel my cum, love?"



Although Sarah looked at both the driver and me at least once during the ordeal, she showed no concern that we were there with her and Lee, or that we were watching her so willingly and joyously climax on her lover's hand. It was utterly amazing to me. I was consumed with my own sexual fever watching the raw display of sexual lust and passion unfold and then conclude.



"Yes, Sarah. I feel it. I have never seen a woman do that. Oh fuck, I love being so close to you and feeling your passion squirt out of your body," Lee told her. He looked down and watched the spurts of cum splash against the palm of his hand as Sarah writhed on his lap with her legs spread wide.



When it was over, Sarah closed her legs and pulled her dress back down enough to cover her pussy. She rested her head on Lee's shoulder. She looked at me with pure sexual surrender in her glazed eyes, and said, "Thank you, love."



When I told her she was more than welcome, she lifted her head and looked at Lee. "Thank you, lover. That was so wild and wonderful."



I paid the driver and tipped him a twenty. I held another twenty waiving it in the air and said, "I know you will want to talk about this, but don't."



"Sure, for that other twenty my mouth will be zipped shut forever," he told me.



I handed him the bill and said in no uncertain terms, "I am going to do something really ugly to you if I ever learn otherwise." I looked up at his name on the license and added, "Tyrone Washington, Jr."



"No problem, sir. I won't say a word, ever. Thanks for letting me watch," he said.



<em>End of Chapter 2, continued in Chapter 3



Editing assistance provided by my friends Halse, Jenny and Rosie.</em> 

