<i>June 10
I saw him today, the first time in six years. It was just at the supermarket in the checkout line, but we talked. It was the first time since 'that night', the night he fucked me the last time. He was angry, I was angry... but I remember that fuck. Seeing him again brought it all back in stark reality... how he pushed me up against the wall, pulled my dress up, ripped my panties off, and fucked me... so fucking hard! I came harder that night than any of the other times. I remember now what he felt like inside me, like it was yesterday, how he made me scream, and I'm not a screamer. I've never had soaked panties in the grocery store, but I did today.</i>
I read that paragraph again and again. My wife, the woman I married almost five years ago, the 'girl next door' pretty girl I 'thought' I knew had written that. Today's the 18th, she'd written it eight days ago.
She was at her mom's house when she called and asked me to find a recipe for her, one she'd written in her 'recipes' document on her laptop. It was 'penuche', a brown sugar and pecan fudge, really good., It's a candy she remembered from her favorite aunt when she was a little girl, one with the memories of a little girl who loved her mom's sister and lost her all too young. Then Tammy and I found this recipe on some website last week and she was so excited because it sounded like the candy she remembered. We made it and Tammy said it tasted exactly the same. Talk about excited, so she wanted to give it to her mom.
After I found and gave it to her, I saw this other document that had a strange name, 'Remembering'. Just out of curiosity, I clicked on it. Strange, it had a security block which piqued my interest even more. Fortunately, I know the passcode Tammy almost always uses, so I opened the document and that's what I read.
I was horrified, picturing my wife, the girl I took home to my parents and we slept in separate bedrooms because she was a 'nice' girl. I closed my eyes, picturing Tamm pressed up against that wall, some stud behind her ripping her panties off and giving her that kind of orgasm with his dick thrusting deep inside her.
Tammy (real name Tamara) and I, we make love, we don't 'fuck'. Well, there was that time in the shower, we'd just come from a party with several friends. She'd worn that little skirt and was so fucking sexy. We couldn't wait to get home that night. She said she needed to shower first and I followed her in. She wrapped her legs around my waist and it was the one and only time I could say we actually 'fucked', instead of making gentle love. How come we never did it again? I have no idea. She was on fire that night, afterward in bed, too. She rode me, slow and sensuously, I think the only time we did it twice in one night.
I read that paragraph again, hardly believing that my wife had written it, that she would ever have done such a thing, been 'that' kind of girl. God, I was turned on by the picture it painted in my mind. Hell yeah, I was horrified at the thought that Tammy had run into this guy, but the thought of what she'd done so long ago was just... holy shit, blazing sun hot!
Speaking of running into him again, the next paragraph in her little discourse was what was more disconcerting.
<i>He gave me his phone number, said we should get together sometime, maybe lunch, dinner would be better. I don't know. Well, I do know I shouldn't but I want to. Surely a lunch wouldn't hurt.</i>
That was the end, all of it. I sat there, staring off into space, my mind going into places I'd never have imagined it going. I do trust my wife, she's never given me any reason not to, at least not before I read those paragraphs. I wondered if she'd followed up and met him again. Tammy was twenty-one when we first started dating, both of us seniors in college; pretty then but as she's matured a little, just... wow! We married a year later when she was twenty-two and me twenty-three. She'd never mentioned anything about a lover, and this little 'diary', for lack of a better term, didn't mention when any of this happened. It was before 'us' but how long?
I looked at my watch, nine-eighteen. Tammy left for her parents at seven-thirty to return a book she'd borrowed. They only lived ten minutes away, so she could be back home any time. I didn't want her to know I'd 'snooped' and needed to get off her computer. Problem was that the document would show it had been opened, unless... I clicked on the 'help' button to see if there was a way to disable the 'recently read' function. Aha, found it and followed the instructions, closed out of it, and then reactivated the function. Success, the only document showing opened that night was her recipes.
I put her computer back on her desk where I'd found it and clicked on the TV, ignoring it completely, trying to imagine the wife I know pressed up against a wall, panties torn off her, some guy fucking her from behind. No matter what, it just didn't compute. I sat, finally counting the ten dongs of our grandfather clock. Where the fuck was she? She's never at her parents' this late.
Oh, maybe I should introduce myself, my name's Jason Hall, twenty-eight, just a few months older than Tammy; pretty decently fit since Tammy and I go to our athletic club at least two evenings a week, sometimes three. I'm 6'1", 185 pounds. Tammy tells me I'm hot, but hell, she's my wife, she has to say that. She's a registered nurse working for Dr. Knowles, a general practitioner here in Laramie, Wyoming. I said she's a 'girl next door' type, which maybe wasn't even entirely true even back then, unless you'd say that Taylor Swift or someone like her is 'girl next door pretty'. Tammy's face is beautiful, with a little pixie nose and lips made for kissing. She's an average height, 5'6", 127 pounds, smaller than average boobs, but oh so sensitive, and the most fabulously sexy butt and legs you'll ever see on a woman. Over the years since I've known her, she's only gotten prettier.
With not too much effort on my part, I can make her come just by sucking and nibbling those delectable orbs (not too much of a sacrifice). It's not too hard to elicit an orgasm from her any other way, either. She enjoys flirting with guys, too, although she's never flirted past first base, hugging and touching with an occasional quick kiss on the lips with friends (does that even count as first base?). To be honest, I've always enjoyed watching her little flirts, turning one of our friends on, knowing that's as far as she'd ever go.
It was almost a quarter after ten when Tammy finally got home. She kissed me, more of a 'third-base' kind of kiss; hot, lots of tongue, soft lips mashing into mine, "Sorry I'm so late, Mom wanted to talk tonight. I think she's going through a mid-life crisis or something."
She was dressed in a pair of her nice slacks and satin blouse, no bra. That wasn't unusual, with her smallish breasts, she often didn't bother with a bra. I think that's sexy as hell, though, with her plump nipples poking out. Her boobs might not be overly prominent, but they're just right on her thin frame, plus, what she's lacking in tit size she more than makes up for with her nips. Maybe that's why they're so sensitive.
Her long, jet-black hair reaches to the center of her back, more than a little sexy, especially when she wears one of her backless dresses. Also, when she wears nothing and lets her hair frame her face, flowing down her chest, those nipples poking through just aching to be sucked.
We both had to be at work at eight the next morning, making it all the more surprising when Tammy came out of our bathroom wearing that black, barely-there teddy that I hadn't seen since... hell, I don't have any idea when the last time was.
Tammy could probably have been a Playboy model except for her boobs. It's always been her one complaint about her body, although she's never contemplated the idea of doing anything about it, nor would I ever want her to. For me, she's perfect. She knows how to 'do the walk', too, when she wants, although it's another thing that pretty rarely shows itself. It did that night, in spades!
By the time she reached our bed I doubt there was a pint of blood left above my waist, it was all pooled in one very stiff part of my anatomy, anticipating a very enjoyable lovemaking session with a very gorgeous woman.
I wasn't disappointed, either, when Tammy crawled onto the bed, pulled the covers down, then slowly peeled my boxers off my body, and wrapped her silk and lace-encrusted body against mine with a soul-searing kiss.
We spent the next several minutes enjoying each other's bodies and oh my, did I ever enjoy! I couldn't even remember the last time my wife had been quite this amorous. And then sliding those silk panties down her luscious legs... God had put heaven in this bed right with me!
At the point I couldn't take it any longer, my cock felt like an iron rod with billions of ultra-sensitive nerve endings. I rolled Tammy over on her back and started to climb between her legs, she surprised the hell out of me, "No," she said, "let's try something different," rolling over on her tummy, then up on her hands and knees. "We haven't done it like this for a long time."
That was a fucking understatement! I remember that years ago we'd done it a time or two. Why we hadn't more I have no idea, kind of like that one time in the shower. Why do we enjoy the hell out of something once or twice, then never do it again? The different feelings are simply incredible. I sure as hell wasn't going to object, climbing around behind her and lining up my not-so-little man, its head just taking its first peek inside her, "All at once... hard!" she implored.
I let out a little groan, Tammy's heat and slickness already threatening to engulf me. I closed my eyes, gripped her hips, took a breath, and plunged into her depths!
"Ohhh... Gawd!" Tammy moaned, rocking herself back, letting out more little whimpers. "Hard... fuck me hard!" she pleaded.
I almost felt like I was having an out-of-body experience, witnessing a porno in real time, starring my wife and 'some guy', the guy she'd written about eight days earlier. Except, it was my cock she was milking, rocking back and forth, encouraging me to plunge deeper inside her, seemingly having an almost constant orgasm, begging me not to stop, telling me to fuck her harder. This was something we'd never experienced together before. Hell, I hadn't ever been with any of the other two girls I'd been with before her, either. This was a total first in our almost five years of marriage.
All good things must come to an end and fucking how it ended! The explosion wracked my body, Tammy's wails making it even more powerful.
Minutes later, both of us lying on the bed trying to come back to life, Tammy still on her stomach, me on my back, bodies wet with sweat, my brain still in shock at what had just happened. "What the FUCK brought that on!" I finally managed to mutter, not so much asking as just exclaiming. Sure as hell not complaining.
Tammy rolled over, snuggling up to me, her tongue tickling my ear, "My mother," she whispered
I cocked my head, looking at her, "Your... what?" hardly believing, not understanding at all.
Okay, maybe a brief interlude here, Tammy's mom, Sandra, she's forty-two, was only eighteen when Tammy was born. You've seen pictures of mother and daughter celebrities where you can hardly tell which is which? Well, that's the case with Tammy and her mom, the two of them are near interchangeable. With a little makeup, they look more like twin sisters than mother and daughter. Even when together, you'd never believe that they were mother and daughter, maybe a slightly older sister. One thing I know for damned sure, if Tammy ages like her mother, I'm in for a very happy life!
"Mom seems to be having a bit of a midlife crisis... or something," she said, "she... umm... told me some things I never would have believed before tonight."
I cocked my brows, confused. What on earth?
"Not sure if I should say anything, she... the years I was growing up... my mother had a lover."
"She... what? Is this your mom you're talking about? Had a lover? What about your dad, he know about that?"
"That's what seems weird. Yeah, Mom says he knew. Dad even encouraged her. They... uhh... had threesomes with the guy."
I lay there totally gobsmacked. There's not a sweeter, more genuine person on earth than Tammy's mother. A lover? Threesomes? Fuck no!
Then I thought about what I'd just read on Tammy's computer. Hell, I'd have said the same thing about my wife before reading that.
"So, what brought this up all of a sudden? If she's had this secret so long, why spill it now?"
"I don't know why now. She says she hasn't seen the guy for over seven years but wants to renew what they had. And holy shit, what she told me that they used to do together, how he made her feel so sexy..."
"Hate to break it to you, love, but your mother IS sexy, you know, like her daughter, practically indistinguishable." And then a realization hit me, "You're thinking you want to trade places with her, don't you, go out with her guy, that's what turned you on so much tonight, wasn't it?"
Tammy blushed, her face turning bright red, "I...I..."
I chuckled, "Hell, I think the idea's hot as hell, too, Babe, not that I think you'd ever do something like that, but damn, what a hot fantasy, huh?"
But would she? I know what I said, and the thought of Tammy doing something like that terrified me. But... that thing I'd read earlier, there is a guy out there, one who she has the phone number for. And I have to admit that it fucking turns me on!
She never answered, just snuggled up and told me she loved me.
We're both happy that she works in a doctor's office, regular hours Monday thru Friday, same as me. I'm a civil engineer working for the city designing streets and utility lines (sewer and water), pretty mundane work. At the time we were in the process of designing a rebuild of one of the major side streets in town, including the sewer line. Between the two of us, we make a pretty good living for a couple not yet thirty, no kids yet. Life was pretty damned good!
That little interlude took place Thursday night. Friday, I was out of the office all day, surveying the street and was a little late getting home, about a quarter after six. Tammy was in the living room with the TV on and her laptop, typing away. "What you working on?" I asked her, not even thinking about what I'd read the night before.
"Oh, nothing," she answered, "just messaging with Mom. You want to go out for dinner after a bit? Try that new barbecue place we've been wondering about?"
Forty minutes later we'd changed out of our work clothes and were on our way across town. The reviews in the paper about this place, Sampson's Barbecue, were really good and we'd been anxious to try it since it opened a couple weeks before. Tammy had put on a short denim dress that buttoned down the front. It wasn't overly sexy except for how short it was. But, oh my, did Tammy ever look delicious in it! Only thing was, I couldn't tell if she was wearing a bra or not, her dress wasn't quite thin enough. I love it when she goes out with her nipples poking holes through her blouse or dress. After the night before, I was eager to get her home and see if maybe there might be a repeat.
Sampson's was every bit as good as advertised. They primarily did sandwiches, but you could order them however you wanted, beef, pork, chicken, all of it slow barbecued on charcoal, piled high on any kind of their homemade bread, cheese, veggies, and any kind of condiments you wanted. Our sandwiches looked and smelled so good as they were making them.
Their little dining room was full, so I suggested to Tammy that we take ours to go and find a nice spot to stop and eat. Our town is fairly flat land, except for a few pretty big mounds, one of which has a parking space that overlooks the countryside. At night it's beautiful with all the lights from miles around. We'd parked there occasionally just to... you know what, but not for a long time.
Anyway, that's where we went to sit and eat our sandwiches, just looking out over the town and surrounding country. We sat quietly in the car, eating, and enjoying the view of the bright sunset painting the sky like no artist could. The sunsets in Wyoming are just... unbelievable.
"You talk to your mom any more about her little dilemma?" I asked after we'd wrapped up our half-sandwich leftovers.
"She's going to tell Dad she wants to see him again, but she's a little reticent about it because he's gotten more possessive over the last few years."
"And?"
"And... she can hardly wait to fuck him again."
And... fuck... I wasn't going to wait until we got home. "Want to get in the back seat?" I asked my sexy bride.
"God, yes, I thought you'd never ask!"
Amazing, how fast, how hard my dick can get with the proper incentive!
When was the last time we'd done anything like this? Maybe never? We noticed several other cars, likely with couples doing the same thing as we were frantically opening the back doors. I didn't give a damn, though, if someone saw us, doubt that Tammy would, either.
As soon as we were in the back seat I realized the significance of the button-down-the-front dress that Tammy was wearing. But we didn't have time for even that, our lips on each others in one of the most scorching, white-hot kisses we'd ever had. If someone could figure out a way to bottle a kiss like that, they'd be a billionaire within weeks.
Our hands were all over each other, bodies buzzing with excitement. I tried to get my hands between us on those buttons at the same time Tammy was pulling at my shirt, not even worrying about ripping buttons. I discovered in very short order, that no, my wife wasn't wearing a bra and my mouth went to one of her breasts.
"Oh god, oh god," Tammy was screeching as I sucked her tit in my mouth, biting not so gently on her nipple. We'd gone from zero to a hundred in a matter of seconds, that vision she'd created in my mind of her pressed against the wall front and center.
I sucked that tit, switching to the other, Tammy whimpering and digging her manicured fingernails into my scalp.
"Ohh, Ohh, I'm gonna...," her body shuddering and stiffening, hands tightening on the back of my head pulling me into her chest, one tit in my mouth.
It took what seemed like several minutes for her to finally relax. "Pants off, I need you inside me," she finally said, beginning to unbutton the rest of her dress.
At the same time, I pushed my pants and undies down, getting an eyeful of the fact that Tammy was sans panties under her dress. "Naughty girl," I told her. I couldn't believe that she'd gone into that little restaurant wearing that short dress, totally naked under it. Not that I was complaining!
"You going to sit there and complain or you going to fuck me?"
Holy shit! I think my dick must have expanded another fifty percent with that little expletive. She shucked her dress off her shoulders naked except her sandals.
We hadn't done this before, not ever. This kind of sex just plain wasn't in our repertoire so it was a little awkward. We managed, though, rather franticly. Both of us were vibrating with the sexual energy just begging to release itself. We've seen movies of people struggling in the back seat, bumping their heads, having all sorts of comical problems but it wasn't that way with us.
It took a bit of struggling, but in short order, Tammy was on my lap. Just watching her face was an experience in eroticism, the way she was biting her bottom lip, eyes closed, face in a sexy grimace as her overheated vagina slid down on my stuffed dick.
Once our pelvises pressed tight together, Tammy let out her breath in a long moan. "This is not gonna be long," I told her, "you're already about to make him explode."
She ground down, "Ohh, me too," she said, "you feel so fucking good inside me!" Tammy NEVER uses the 'f' word. I had been amazed the last couple days.
She lifted herself off me and fell back down, my hands on her hips pulling her down, "Oh shit, I'm gonna..." I moaned, not able to stop myself, bucking up into her, making short, hard jabs, trying to get that tiny bit deeper inside her, imagining that I was 'that guy'. When I felt her pussy muscles contracting and her body stiffening again, I lost it completely, spurting my cum deep inside her, losing any semblance of control, the orgasm wracking through my body from the top of my head to my toes, every nerve alive with the sensations.
The drive home was another rather unique experience, neither one of us bothering with any clothes, driving the twenty minutes to the house completely naked. Hell, I was almost hoping to get stopped by a cop. I chuckled to myself, thinking that a lady cop would have been perfect to top off our night. Even Tammy was laughing about the possibility. I even thought about speeding or running a stop light just for the experience.
Luckily, we had Tammy's car that lives in the garage. Mine is parked on one side of the driveway, so we didn't have to make a dash from the street. We were laughing hysterically by the time we were in the house and when we reached the bedroom, I was ready to fuck my wife all over again, except neither of us could keep from giggling when we jumped into bed, Tammy on her back, wrapping her legs around my waist. Our sex life had officially been rejuvenated!
By the time I got up Saturday morning, Tammy was already downstairs on her computer, typing away. I made some breakfast; potato patties and sausages in the air fryer, along with a couple fried eggs, Tammy continuing to type as we ate.
"Mia's coming over, we're picking up Mom and going shopping this morning," she announced after we finished. Mia (what the heck kind of name is 'Mia', anyway? Who would do that to an innocent baby?) is Tammy's best friend, a red-head bombshell if there ever was one: Five-ten, legs that seem to go on forever; boobs at least double Tammy's. They were so perfect I'd have suspected a boob job, except I knew she hadn't; that long, thick hair down her back; and those green eyes! She's the girl that when you're at the mall and you see her either coming or going, your blood boils with arousal and pools between your legs, and your eyes forget that it's not polite to stare. And when she happens to be wearing something revealing (as in almost always), I'm sure she's caused many a heart to stop. Scorching hot is probably the aptest description for Mia.
She and Tammy were in nursing school together, Mia two years behind Tammy, and they've been friends ever since. Mia in a bikini is just... holy shit! She was Tammy's Maid of Honor at our wedding and nobody has ever worn a Maid of Honor dress quite like she did.
I've often wondered why she's not married. Seems like Mia goes through boyfriends like most people go through toilet paper. Maybe that's how she knows when it's time for a new one, 'toilet paper roll's about gone, time for a new boyfriend.'
I watched out the window as they pulled away in Mia's car, waiting five minutes just to be sure they weren't coming back for something, then headed straight to Tammy's computer. I know I shouldn't have, but damn, a man's only got so much willpower. Even that five minutes was almost more than I could endure.
<i>June 19
Last night with Jase was awesome, we've got to do that more often.</i>
Yeah, it sure as hell was, I had to agree.
<i>But I feel guilty about what I told him. I led him to believe, no, more than that, I lied to him. It wasn't Mom's boyfriend that had me so turned on, it was Ian, seeing him again after all those years. Then Mom, telling me about her little 'extra-curricular activity', reminding me all over again what it had been like with him. I remember our first time, he owned an art gallery, wonder if he still does.
Mia talked me into going that night, said she'd always wanted to go to one and then the topper, 'I heard the owner's hot!' Well, we went and almost before I knew what was happening, this hot guy with the sexy Australian accent (and he was H O T!) had me bent over the back of a couch in one of his back rooms with his big cock driving in and out of my pussy. I'd never come so hard in my life. I didn't even know he was the gallery's owner then. Or that he was rich.</i>
Holy fucking shit! I had to read that again ... and again.
<i>Now he wants to meet me for lunch or dinner. And I hate to say it but he's hotter now than he was then. I told him, no, I couldn't, that I was married and I loved my husband, but he insisted that all he wanted was to talk, to reminisce. I know better. We were only together a little over two months, the sexiest, most exciting months of my life, but I think I got to know him pretty well in those ten weeks, three days.
One thing I never understood, why me and not Mia? She has more sex appeal in her little finger than I do in my whole body.</i>
I stared off into space, realizing that my dick was hard as stone. I reread it all one more time then kept reading what she'd written this morning.
<i>June 20
Jason is awesome, another unbelievable night. That was soooo much fun! It felt like we were nasty, horny teenagers on our first date, not that I ever did anything like that on a first date with a guy. Well, except for the art gallery night with Ian. But even that wasn't in the back seat of a car in a public parking lot. And I wasn't naked with Ian, that didn't come until our actual first date. What a memory THAT is!
I've been feeling so sexy these last couple days. I called Mia and asked her if she'd want to go shopping for some sexy clothes with me. I want something... you know, just in case I agree to meet Ian, something I haven't worn with Jason. Besides, I think Jason might like it, too.
Speaking of Ian, I can't believe I'm actually considering calling him. I should delete his number from my phone, except it wouldn't help, I have it memorized. If I met him, and it's a big 'if', I'm pretty sure I know what would happen. He's become like an obsession, almost all I can think about. I want to see him again, so badly. But I'm scared, too. I could never say no to him, even that night when he said he was going back to Australia and we probably wouldn't ever see each other again. He just dumped me that night and I still fucked him!
Lunch. Lunch should be safe, somewhere with lots of people like The Olive Garden. I'd dress up in something nice, show him what he threw away, then come home to my husband, the man I love and going to spend the rest of my life with... and fuck him till we both drop from exhaustion!
Okay, I hear Mia outside. Gonna put this up. Don't want Jason to ever see it. And I am NOT going to lunch or anything else with Ian!</i>
I went through the routine of hiding that I'd opened Tammy's private stuff and put her computer back exactly like I found it. Hell, I even felt like wiping it down, erasing my fingerprints.
She's going to do it, not a doubt in my mind. How did I feel about that? I think I've already made at least part of it pretty clear, it scares the fucking shit out of me! I was terrified, horrified at the thought of another man fucking my Tammy. But, goddamn, it made my dick hard! When I closed my eyes and saw Tammy pushed up against a wall, naked, this hot guy behind her, I don't know... it just did something to me. I knew that if I touched myself right then I'd have come, my imagination carrying me away.
I went outside and mowed the lawn even though I'd just mowed it the weekend before, anything to keep busy, take my mind off my wife. I wished she'd never called me asking for that stupid recipe. I'd never have found that thing she was writing. Now I was obsessed with it, torn between wanting to kill the asshole guy and wanting to watch him fuck my wife. I was so fucked up!
Mia and Tammy finally got home in the late afternoon, giggling like little girls as they carried sacks into the house. "Wanna fashion show?" Tammy yelled down to me as they were about halfway up the stairs.
No sane male would turn that down. "Yeah," I yelled back, "better make it good."
I sat down and waited, wondering exactly what I might be seeing shortly, the anticipation exciting as hell. Tammy putting on a sexy fashion show would have been pretty damned spectacular in itself but when you throw in Mia as well, the possibilities seemed endless.
I didn't have to wait long until the two girls came back downstairs, wearing short, tight, leather skirts, both of them, only about halfway to their knees and eye-popping, totally transparent blouses embroidered with colorful flowers. Picture fabric saran wrap, slightly tinted and you have a pretty good idea of those blouses. Mia's skirt was dark green, the blouse a greenish tinge with a dark green bra underneath. Tammy's skirt was burgundy, her blouse just a tinge of black with flowery embroidery, and a burgundy lace bra, LOTS of skin showing under those blouses. It was two women wearing sexy bras with a filmy covering, not intending to hide anything underneath.
"You like?" Mia asked, doing a little modeling pirouette, "another option is a silk camisole and no bra," she said.
"Oh yeah, you both look so good, can I see the other, too?" Damn, my dick was growing.
They did their little sexy modeling walk back up the stairs and a few minutes later were back, wearing the same thing except for having swapped out the bra for a very sexy, kind of crop-top camisole. (I think that's what you call it, coming to just below the swell of their breasts) "Ohh, I like that!" I said, staring at Mia's tits under that practically nothing. They were pretty obvious, a little hard not to.
She surprised the hell out of me, hiking her skirt up and sitting on my lap, straddling me, pressing her nearly naked breasts against me. My arms instinctively went around her, pulling her a little tighter. I don't doubt at all that the shock showed on my face. She kissed my cheek, then nibbled on my ear, the scent of her perfume engulfing me. "You can play with them, I know you want to," she whispered in my ear. Jesus!
I looked over at Tammy, a smile on her face, bewilderment I was sure showing on mine, "She's between boyfriends, really horny. I told her she could have you for five minutes, so be nice... just not too... nice."
Okay, I still didn't know, what the hell? 'Have me'? What the hell does that mean?
feeling
Tammy must have read my mind, "She complained it's been over three weeks, I told her you'd be more than happy to give her girls a little male attention."
Holy shit! Was she serious? Some kind of trap? But the way she was smiling and licking her lips... If my dick hadn't been ready to explode it sure as hell was then! I cannot tell a lie, I've dreamed of this moment, probably since the first time I met Mia. Mia's two years younger than us, twenty-five. Like I said, I've seen her in a bikini. Can you say 'drool'!
I looked away from Tammy and into Mia's green eyes. While I was looking, she began unbuttoning her blouse. "You heard your wife, five minutes."
I watched, totally mesmerized, as Tammy's best friend slipped her blouse off her arms then reached down and slowly began to pull up the camisole, the only thing between me and heaven. It didn't take long, her midriff was already bare. In about three seconds the swell of her naked tits started to show, then her speckled areola, her nipples, hard-looking and pointed.
My entire nervous system was on fire, especially the chemical reaction going on in my brain, even though all the blood had flowed to my dick.
"Five minutes," my wife reminded me as I was sitting there totally mesmerized by Mia's fabulous, naked tits poking out from her chest right in front of me, nipples jutting out and seemingly eager. I opened my mouth and descended on one, sucking her hard nipple inside, getting a loud moan, "Oh yeah," from Mia, "she likes that!"
My grip around Mia's now naked back tightened, and I tried to swallow her whole tit, Mia aggressively grinding her panty-clad pussy against my seriously hard dick, trapped inside my pants. This whole thing, starting with their fashion show had been so sudden and unreal, but this... just holy shit!
Mia ground her tit in my mouth, my opposite hand went to her other, pinching her nipple between my fingers, feeling just how friggin hard it was, not from cold, either.
Her hand went inside her panties, I could feel her fingers working through my pants. My fingers dug into her back pulling that tit harder into my mouth.
Mia's moans were like the sweetest music, and it seemed like we'd only begun when Tammy announced our five minutes in heaven were up. I didn't want to let go, but Mia pulled away, leaned down, and kissed me on the lips, just for an instant. God, I was craving more, wanting to kiss her. She put her fingers on my lips, letting me suck those sweet juices off them. "That was bonus," she said, "I didn't exactly clear that with your wife." God, I needed to fuck!
I glanced at Tammy, hoping she was still okay. I honestly hadn't thought a lot about her during my five minutes and didn't feel a damn bit guilty about it. She had a hand under her skirt, not leaving any doubt as to what she was doing, the same as Mia had been doing with hers. "Think the time's up for you, too," I told her, pulling her hand out from wherever it had been. Funny how her fingers were so damp. She licked her own, what a sexy sight, those lips sucking her juicy fingers into her mouth.
"I need to use the bathroom for a minute," Mia said, heading off toward our main floor bath. Tammy followed.
While I waited, I wondered if what had just happened could have anything to do with Tammy having a guilty conscience over Ian.
It seemed like a long time, but eventually, they were both back. Mia had put her camisole and blouse back on. "Your wife and I are going out, going to find some sexy guys at a bar to leave with blue balls. At least Tam will, I might find someone to go home with. I plan for us to do some verrry heavy flirting," she said.
"So, which should we wear under the blouse, the bra or the camisole?" Mia asked.
My dick was still painfully hard, speaking of 'blue balls'. Maybe that contributed to my idiocy or just... whatever, but I answered, "Neither."
"What do you mean, neither?" Tammy asked, "you don't think we should wear this? Something different?"
"Oh no, no, I definitely think you should wear that, just... neither the bra or camisole under the blouse."
Tammy's face blushed a bright red, "You mean..."
"Yeah, that's exactly what I mean," I reiterated, "except you probably don't have the nerves for it, do you?"
Mia smiled, looking at my wife, "It would be fun... Tam?"
Her face was still red, "No, no way... I couldn't!"
I chuckled, "I knew you'd be too much of a coward. Mia will, she wants to. I think you should, too."
Tammy crossed her arms over herself, covering her chest, her face redder than ever, "I... I... "
The other thing that briefly crossed my mind and kept bouncing around was that this would have been a perfect time for her to call her guy, Ian, meet him in some bar, dressed like I'd suggested. See just how much willpower she has.
"Okay, we're set then," Mia said, "Jason, why don't you get us an Uber in about an hour, we'll be too hammered to drive afterward, and Tam and I'll get ready."
My wife still looked stricken, "Mia... you serious? What if we get arrested? We'll be practically naked!"
"What, you never did anything a little daring back in college?"
"This is a little more than 'a little daring', besides, that was...'" Tammy complained.
"So, it'll be more than 'a little fun' then too, won't it?" she answered.
Tammy rolled her eyes and the two retired to the bedroom upstairs to get ready. This whole thing had me so fucking turned on! I couldn't believe that my heretofore semi-conservative wife was going to go through with this. I'd said what I did mostly as a joke, expecting a rise of indignation from both girls, completely overruled. But hell, I sure wasn't going to complain if it actually happened. I'd have to see it to believe it.
I wondered again, wishing there was some way to alert Ian to be at whatever bar. But I didn't know what bar, no phone number for Ian, no idea who he was even, except his first name. Besides, that would be one fucking bad idea!
I still wished I could do it, though!
I'd almost forgotten my little task, the Uber. I got on my computer, found their website, and reserved a ride at our address in an hour.
The Uber driver knocked on the door right at an hour later. I yelled upstairs letting the girls know he was here, and a moment later heard our bedroom door opening and closing, two hotter than fuck women coming down the stairs. They'd both gone all out with the makeup, glossy pink lips, painted nails... and their outfits. Heels, silver for Mia, shimmery gold for Tammy. Except... fuck... both were wearing light jackets. I could tell they were wearing the transparent blouses, but they were covered with those damned jackets. Had they or hadn't they?
"Don't wait up, we might be late... if at all tonight," Tammy giggled, giving me a brief but hot kiss. "Just make sure you're in the mood when I do get home," she added. Not much chance of that not happening!
I might not have 'waited up', but there was no way in hell I was going to sleep. I'd climbed in bed a couple hours after they'd left, then lay there staring at the ceiling, wondering who in hell had inhabited my wife's body over the last few days. Hell, maybe she was wondering the same thing about me. After all, sucking another woman's tits wasn't exactly in my normal repertoire.
It was almost one in the morning when I finally heard our front door opening and closing. My heart rate jumped, listening to the footsteps coming up our stairs. It seemed like every one of my senses was finely tuned, anticipating...
Our bedroom door slowly swung open and there she stood, Tammy, dressed exactly like I'd imagined, totally naked under that sheer blouse. Sheer doesn't even begin to describe it, it was more like she was naked on top, just a transparent, flowery covering.
She stood inside the door, closed it behind her, leaning on it, smiling at me, "Come here, big boy, I need fucked!"
My cock had been hard most of the night, but the last few seconds had taken it to new heights, most especially those three words. I climbed out of bed and sauntered over to her, smelling the alcohol... and something else, a man's cologne, very faint? "You're drunk," I told her.
"I know, fucking drunk horny!" She turned around, leaning against the door, spreading her legs, "Now fuck me, goddammit, fuck me!"
My shorts hit the floor, and I ran my hands up her legs, pushing her short skirt up with them, exposing her... no panties! I hadn't expected that. Pressing against her, my lips on her neck, hands cupping her breasts, that scent was much stronger, no doubt in my mind, masculine cologne.
"You've been bad, haven't you."
"Yesss, I've been so naughty," her alcohol-laden breath coming in gasps. I'd never seen Tammy like this. My hand worked around the back of her leg to her pussy and two fingers pressed deep inside. So fucking slippery! So hot!
"Ohhh yessss!" she moaned.
"Tell me... who was he? did you fuck someone?"
She moaned, "Would you be upset if I had?"
I didn't have an answer to that question. I didn't even know if I wanted an answer to my question. The one thing I did know was that any semblance of self-control was gone completely. I spread Tammy's legs a little more and pressed my cock inside her, her leaning up against our bedroom door... and then plunged inside her as deep as I could get, taking her breath away, feeling her near collapse, supporting nearly her entire weight.
Tammy was whimpering, moaning steadily, as my cock plunged in and out of her depths, nearly lifting her off the floor with each thrust. It seemed as if our fucking was becoming harder and more exciting with each night's discoveries, my dick almost impossibly hard inside her.
Tammy began to squeal, her pussy squeezing, her body stiffening, shuddering, and I made one last, hard thrust inside her before my orgasm took complete control of my body, matching Tammy's spasming body.
We crawled to our bed, me naked, and Tammy still wearing what she'd worn out with Mia, 'fuck me' heels included. "You really didn't wear any panties all night?" I asked her. That discovery had been a major shock to my system.
She shook her head, "It was Mia's idea," she said, "you know that when a woman wears matching bra and panties, it means she wants to get laid. Well, Mia wanted to get laid, especially after you and her... and since we weren't wearing a bra, the matching thing was... nothing... and she wanted to get laid, so... it's what we wore."
She started to unbutton her blouse, "No, stand up, let me see you the way you were, exactly what you wore."
She scooted off the bed and stood, "The makeup isn't quite what it was, I think it got messed up a little."
I looked her up and down; leather skirt about ten inches above her knees, still wearing her gold heels, and that blouse... It was like Tammy was standing there topless, not even the dimples around her nipples were hidden, her gorgeous tits there for all to see. That blouse wasn't fit to leave the bedroom, much less to a public bar! She was making me hard all over again... and then to find out she was naked under that short skirt! I tried to picture her sitting in that skirt, bare underneath, wondering if she'd crossed her legs. Not...?
"Damn, woman, how did you not get accosted?"
She smiled, "What makes you think I didn't? Maybe some guy or guys had their five minutes in heaven, too. And what would make you think it wouldn't have been me doing the accosting? You have any idea how turned on I've been?"
She sat on the bed, took her heels off, then the blouse and skirt, lying down beside me, naked. We lay in silence for the next several minutes, me trying to picture my wife in some upscale bar, I still didn't know where they went, practically naked on top, opening her legs, giving some stranger a peek at her naked pussy. God, it made me hot... and not mad hot, either. My hand went down to cup her pussy and... she was bare, smooth like a baby! Hell, I hadn't even noticed in the excitement of a few moments ago. My hand just naturally explored.
"You like it? I did it for you, a Brazilian wax, thought it would be sexy... too bad you weren't the first to discover it," letting out a little giggle. Did she have any fucking clue what she was doing to me?
"Were you jealous tonight, knowing your wife was out doing her best to get some guy hot and bothered? Letting him discover what had been meant only for you? Like Mia said, 'leaving him with VERY blue balls'... or not."
"Jealous? Hell yes, I was," out of my fucking mind kind of jealous! It had been driving me crazy all night knowing what she was wearing... and who she was with. "But it was the biggest turn-on ever, too, for the same reason... what you were wearing... and now... this!" I said, rubbing my fingers over her bareness, how exquisitely soft she felt.
It was unsettling, causing an upheaval in my mind, what this was, something that had been dormant in my wife... since we met, even. This woman tonight, the last several days... Ian... going out tonight like she had, then coming home and demanding I fuck her. I remember it was just a few days ago I commented that Tammy and I 'made love', we never 'fucked'. Yet, that's all we'd been doing lately. It seemed there was a hidden personality I'd never suspected, almost like some alien being had taken over my wife's body.
We kissed, the taste of the alcohol still strong on her lips, still the scent of cologne on her body, our bodies pressed tight together for several minutes. "Make love to me, Jason, like we used to, please."
Our kiss became more passionate, I fondled her breasts, gently pinching her nipples, before she rolled over on her back, spreading her legs, and pulled me on top. My cock was hard and ready, slowly pushing inside her, so different than a few minutes earlier. I pressed up on my arms, looking at my wife's face with a satisfied grin, eyes closed as she writhed under me.
I slid in and out of her, her hot pussy feeling so damned good. Tammy moaned her contentment that I'd heard so many times over the last years. Not quite like a few minutes ago, but this was the wife I'd fallen deeper in love with each passing day.
We made love, kissing, Tammy's arms around my body, the arousal growing in intensity until I felt her lips stiffen and her pussy clenching my cock. I let out a loud groan, my body stiffening, thrusting inside her, and the explosion coming from deep inside me.
The next thing I knew, light was streaming in our bedroom window, and Tammy's side of the bed was empty. The disappointment tore through me that there was no Tammy on the other side of the bed. I'd hoped for an early morning repeat, the sexy Tammy that had come home so turned on last night. Hell, I'd have been thrilled with the 'wife' Tammy, too.
I got up, threw on an old pair of jeans and shirt, and went downstairs to find her sitting at our dining table drinking a steaming cup of coffee, her computer open in front of her. "You're up. After last night, I thought you'd probably sleep in this morning."
"Had a headache, thought a cup of coffee would help. It has, a little."
I sat down beside her as she closed her laptop. "Last night... it was, I can't even think of a word..."
She smiled at me, that devastatingly hot smile I love, "I know, I'm the same, don't know how to describe it, any of it. I'd have thought I dreamed it, except for the headache this morning and all the dried cum on my legs." Tammy NEVER wakes up with a headache, hardly even when she's sick. "Still feeling a little woozy, too, kind of evidence that at least some of it was real."
"If you're not feeling so good, you can go back to bed, and I'll bring you breakfast in bed."
"Mmm, that sounds good, you sure you wouldn't mind?"
"No, happy to, go."
Tammy picked up her laptop, stood, and kissed me on the lips, "Thank you, sweet, maybe we can... you know... a little later after my headache lets up."
I smiled back at her, winking at her, letting her know that I'd be more than happy to resume our little rendezvous from last night.
She trudged upstairs, and I retreated to the kitchen, a very definite swagger in my step. I got out the bacon and peeled several strips off, one of Tammy's favorites, then stopped and tried using my brain. She has a hangover, what food is good with a hangover? I had no idea so got my phone and googled it. Avocado toast, argh, choke, choke. We both hate avocados. Vegetable omelet. Now that was something I could make, we have broccoli and cauliflower, and it sounded kind of good, something we've never had before.
I chopped up some broccoli and cauliflower, a little ham, sauteed some onion in butter, cooked all together just a bit, then four eggs, added the veggies and cheddar, let it cook a bit, folded the egg over, and finished cooking.
I was quite proud of myself, taking two plates of my omelet creation into our bedroom, along with a glass of ice water with a little lemon juice for Tammy. She was sitting up, leaning on the headboard with her laptop open on her lap but eyes closed.
I wanted to peek at that laptop but a few seconds after I entered the room her eyes opened and she closed it.
"Made something special for you," I told her, "drink lots of water, too, it's supposed to help." I handed her her plate and sat at her vanity with mine.
"Good," she told me after a few bites, "making me feel better already."
We sat and ate in companionable silence for the next several minutes, and when done I told her I'd be downstairs if she needed anything more, taking our plates with me. What I wanted, other than the repeat of last night, was to allow her to write in her little 'diary'.
It was maybe an hour and a half later when Tammy came downstairs, dressed in a pair of shorts and tank top, "Mia called, asking if we'd bring her car home. She'll bring us back. You want to get dressed, we can have some fun after we get back home.
"Nah, you go ahead. You feel okay to drive?" She answered affirmatively that breakfast had helped tremendously.
Mia's name hadn't even come up the night before, "What about her, anyway, what happened with her last night?"
"I'm pretty sure that Mia's goal was very successfully consummated. She went home with two brothers who were still in college, sooo..."
She found Mia's keys, gave me what could only be described as a 'we'll finish this later' kiss, and was gone.
It's about twenty minutes to Mia's so I figured I had a minimum of forty minutes with Tammy's laptop, hoping to find out exactly what had happened the night before. I went upstairs, looked, and couldn't find it, panicking that maybe she'd hidden it away somewhere. I knew she didn't have it when she left, so I started looking, checking her drawers, finally finding it in her nightstand where I should have looked to begin with.
<i>June 21
Omigod! Where to even begin? I guess with Mia, our shopping trip. When we found the blouses and were wondering if we dared, even with something on under them, Mia commented, 'You know what your husband's going to say, don't you?' We both laughed because we both knew.
.
And then the fashion show. That was Mia's idea, sort of mine, too. She said she was horny and wanted to show off a little in front of a guy. I laughed and told her to have at it, that she could have Jason for five minutes as long as she gave him back to me. Watching how my husband enjoyed sucking those perfect tits was probably the biggest turn-on since Ian. Mia seemed to enjoy it, too. It even made me wonder what it might be like if Jason and Mia were to go further, and actually fuck each other. God, that seems like it would be hot to watch.</i>
Holy shit! Was she serious? Mia and me? I closed my eyes, reliving those minutes, trying to imagine what it could have been like. After a couple minutes, my dick now painfully hard, I kept reading.
<i> Then, as if on cue, Jason did exactly what Mia said he'd do, suggesting we not wear anything under our blouses. After that little show, I was turned on enough to do it. What Jason doesn't know is that I used to do stuff like that for Ian. I was a very naughty girl! Mom and Dad would have been shocked. Well, now that I know a little more about them, maybe not so much. Pretty sure they still wouldn't have let me out of the house, though.
So, Mia and I went to this nightclub. I knew she had every intention of getting laid. After those 'five minutes in heaven', I'd have agreed to it if she'd have just wanted to stay and get laid at home, my husband as her costar.</I>
I read that again, trying to absorb the idea that Tammy wanted me to fuck her friend. Unfuckingbelievable!
<i>I'd never heard of the place we went to, but it didn't take long after we sat for a waitress to ask what we wanted to drink. I wondered if she might have been a les', at least bi, the way she was ogling our practically naked chests. I kind of wished that Jason was there, bet we could give him a show he'd not forget for a long, long time.
She pointed out a couple guys at another table who were buying our drinks. When she brought them a few minutes later the guys who bought the drinks asked if they could sit with us. A little hard to say no after buying the drinks.
I can't think the last time I'd been quite so turned on. They were cute.
I guess we thought we owed them a dance for the drinks. Besides, they weren't half bad looking, said they were brothers, going to the University of Wyoming. I was pretty sure that Mia wanted us to carry the game to its natural conclusion, land both these guys in bed, maybe the four of us together, like we would have back in college. It's what we were planning the night I met Jason, except he didn't know it, and when I realized I really liked him, didn't share.
But Mia's not married, doesn't even have a boyfriend. I am married and could never do that to my husband.
I danced with Larry, the older twin by twenty minutes. He saw the ring on my finger, asked if I was married, "Very happily," I told him. Even so, it was the first time I'd been 'felt up' by anyone other than Jason since before we met. He even got in a little kiss. I cannot tell a lie, I liked it!
We danced with them twice, the second dance Larry was getting much friskier. I kind of, you know, pressed against him, feeling how big he was, and his hand was on my butt, pulling. I know I should have stopped him, but my brain wasn't working so well. Turned on doesn't even begin to describe it. If I hadn't been married, I'd have gone with him in a minute!
When we sat back down, Mia told the twins that we wanted a little alone time, that we'd check in with them later. They both acted a little dejected but were nice enough about it.
We sat, drinking, enjoying the music and people watching when I got up the courage, no doubt much of it 'liquid' courage, to tell Mia what I'd been wanting to ever since we left the house, "You're going to fuck my husband, and I want to watch." She was just taking a drink when I blurted it out and she spit it all the way across the table, coughing and choking. It was so funny.</i>
Holy fucking shit! I had to read that paragraph two more times just to see if I'd read what I thought I read. Was she fucking serious?
<i>Mia stared at me, wide-eyed. I stared back. "You're serious, aren't you? You sure you're not already drunk? I get any say in this?"
"Yes; no, not sure, might be a little; no - not unless you really don't want to. Do you want to?"
"Girl, your husband is hot. Hell, yes, I'd do him, long as it didn't screw up our friendship, you kind of took me by surprise. You name the time, I'll be there, or wherever."
"Maybe next weekend?"</i>
I had to stop reading a minute and let that soak in. Tammy was serious? Me and Mia, the biggest wet dream I've ever met - next weekend? I wondered if Tammy would even remember after the alcohol wore off but then realized she'd written it this morning, well after sobering up. If my dick hadn't been hard before...! And me hot? Mia thinks I'm hot? Holy fucking shit!
<i>There was a LOT that happened after that. I'm going to try to quote what I remember so I don't misinterpret what was said.
And then Mia, after probably another half-hour, she suggested I call and invite Ian to join us. I'd told her over a week ago about running into him and giving me his phone number. She's been bugging me about calling him since. I kept telling her I couldn't and she knew why. She'd heard all the details way back when Ian and I were dating (i.e., fucking), so she knew how intense it was with him.
Anyway, I told her that there was no way I could be around him and not fuck him as horny as I was, and I told her that repeatedly. Ian and I had fucked probably a hundred times, every one of them world-class. And I wanted so fucking bad again. My panties would have been soaked if I'd been wearing any, just like they had been every time I've thought of him since seeing him in the grocery store. As it was, I felt it running down my legs when she brought him up. I knew there was no way that I could even be in the same room with him.
A little later she kind of nonchalantly asked if she could see my phone. It didn't raise any alarms in my sex-addled, half-drunk head so I handed it to her. She snapped a picture of me just as I was taking a drink, then started typing.
That was when my alcohol-impaired brain started shouting 'danger'. I tried to get my phone back, but she just giggled and pulled it away. "There," she finally said, handing it back.
There was a picture of me, virtually topless, an expression on my face, I didn't know I had, that looked exactly like how I felt, 'I wanna be fucked, my face was saying, along with a text, 'I'm lonesome and very horny, come see me, Heartland Bar and Pub.'
There was a reply, 'Be there in fifteen minutes.'
"Mia!" I screeched. Everyone in the bar must have heard me, they all looked.
I couldn't think. I panicked, running to the ladies' room. I stood over the sink, leaning on it, staring into the mirror, shaking, half with fear, half in anticipation, or maybe it was closer to 25-75. No way could I see Ian tonight, as fucking horny as I already was, my face a mess, nearly naked on top.
Mia was there about half a minute later. "Tam, I'm sorry, I didn't realize you really didn't want to see him," she said. She still didn't understand. "I'll text him back from my phone, tell him it was me, not to come."
I watched her through the mirror, behind me. I told her she had it all wrong, that I did want to see him, that was what I was so afraid of, how badly I wanted him after all those years. Except that I just wasn't ready. I would never be 'ready'. Oh God, I am so messed up!
Even today, writing this, especially now, after last night, my head is so screwed up!
I hadn't even realized it but tears were running down my cheeks. Mia told me it'd be okay, that she'd protect me from the big bad wolf. I smiled at that, wondering who was going to protect me from my protector. But I still loved her. She told me to wait, that she'd be right back.
She was good as her word, back in less than a minute with her purse. She fixed my lipstick, a little blush, mascara on my eyes, then a healthy dose of her man-attractant perfume. "There, that'll knock him dead when he realizes he can't have you."
"But what if he does," I asked her, "I mean that's what I want. But I can't. I love my husband."
"I won't let you. Trust me," she told me. Trust her? She's the one who got me into this.
Jason just brought me breakfast in bed, God, I love that man!
It made me feel much better. My headache's about ninety percent gone so I'm going to try and finish this while it's all still so fresh.
We sat back down at our table. I'd almost forgotten what a turn-on it is to see so many guys staring, wondering how many would jump at the chance to take me home and fuck me.
"Okay girl, spill, tell me what's bothering you so much. We've got like fifteen minutes before your lover boy gets here."
I took another long drink of my Manhattan. It's what I used to drink with Ian. How come every time I think of his name I clench my legs together and my pussy gets wet, even this morning trying to write this, I am so turned on thinking of him.
But despite the alcohol I'd been drinking, I suddenly felt very sober. "Mia, this is like a game to you, isn't it, just a sexy game? Have you ever been in love, I mean really, a man you gave your soul to, wanting to spend the rest of your life with him?"
She crinkled her nose, "That's what I thought, you haven't. Well, that's how it is with Jason. I love him. And I'm afraid."
I took a deep breath, "Ian... you remember what I told you about him? What I said it was like with him, how fucking him was so out of this world, that every time was like it was the first time, except maybe better?"
"Well, what if I fucked him once, I know damned good and well it'd be like that again. And then I couldn't stop? Jason would eventually find out, and my world would be over. He'd be crushed, probably leave me, and the wonderful life I have now would be over. I just can't do that to him, to us."
All the time I was spilling my heart out to my best friend, I couldn't take my eyes away from that door, so fucking anxious to see him, willing him to not come.
"I have a question," she asked me, "when we were shopping earlier, you told me that your sex with Jason had ramped up the last few days, that you two were having the best sex of your lives. So, what changed? Was there something? I wouldn't think that after the years you guys have been married that that would change that much without something sparking it. What was it?"
I wanted that door to open, Ian to come through it, feel his arms around me, his lips on mine, more. But I was sure my only hope was that he wouldn't, that I never saw him again.
I told her what Mom had told me, was that just three nights ago? About her and Dad, her boyfriend, him knowing about it, and that was the night our world seemed to turn kind of topsy-turvy, the kind of sex that had disappeared a long time ago. She stopped me about halfway through and said, "Whoa, girl, you know what you just told me?" I looked at her like I had no idea what she was getting at, cuz I didn't.
And that was the moment HE came into the room. My heart stopped. He saw us and headed straight to our table. "Tammy," he said. Hearing my name in his sexy Aussie accent made my already wet pussy gush. I stood on my shaking legs, and we hugged. A long, tight hug, his body pressed against my breasts.
"Ian, you remember Mia?"
Of course, he did. "You're the beautiful woman who brought this angel to me."
My legs weakened with every word he spoke. And my resolve to not fuck him? Gone!
He sat down beside me, "Babe, I missed you," he said, squeezing my leg, "and now you're a married woman, even prettier than when we were together."
I remembered what it had felt like when he kissed me the first time like it was yesterday. God, I wanted him to kiss me again.
The three of us talked, I have no idea about what except one thing. I told him I was not going to fuck him, but I knew that he knew better. So did I. He ordered a drink and another for me and Mia. The girl singer on the stage began a slow, sensuous song, and Ian asked me to dance.
He pulled me in, looked into my eyes, and without a word lowered his lips to mine. I cannot tell a lie. I forgot we were in a room with dozens of other people, forgot about Jason, forgot that I was married, forgot my vow of only minutes earlier. More importantly, forgot the vow I'd made to Jason five years ago. The only thing in my world was his lips on mine for the first time in so many years.
I felt his hand on my tit, pinching my nipple. I wanted to scream, but our lips were too tight. Other guys had had their hands on my breasts that night but in comparison, they seemed like children.
His other hand was on my leg below my skirt, working up underneath it. I knew what he was going to do, but I was powerless to stop him. I didn't want to stop him. Couldn't have if I did want to. When he cupped my pussy, I moaned. Fingers pressed inside me, deep, his knuckles pressing hard against my labia. He'd done this before in public a long time ago. I was nearly out of my mind, feeling his fingers curling, rubbing against my g-spot. I couldn't stop it, biting my lip, not able to stop the loud moan that must have reverberated through the room.
His fingers pressing, twisting, undulating inside me, making me want to scream, the desire, need for a release too strong, too intense, "Does your husband know that you're here au naturel under your skirt? Nice and smooth, too, that for me?" All I could do was feebly shake my head. I'd gotten the Brazilian wax for Jason, knowing how much he'd enjoy it. Me, too. If he'd known how I left the house, he would have been shocked out of his mind. But he would never, ever do to me what Ian was doing right that moment. This man who I'd masturbated to so many times over the years
"Come for me, baby, let yourself go," he said, "let everyone here know how I'm making you feel."
This was so nasty, so wrong. I couldn't believe how turned on I was!
I started to do what he said, let myself go, the crowded dance floor had melted away, the feelings so intense. I was nearly out of my mind, on the verge of dragging him into the ladies' room when Mia stepped in, pulling me away. I could barely stand on my own without Ian supporting me, feeling the juices running down my legs. At that moment, I hated her!
"Tam, it's time you went home to your husband," Mia told me. I didn't want to listen to her but knew she was right. I had no self-control left. I didn't want self-control. I wanted Ian Dixon to fuck me - hard!
She said she'd call an Uber to take me home, that she was going with the two brothers she'd been sharing time with. Ian said that was ridiculous, he'd take me home. The way Mia looked at him told him everything. He promised to be good... if I'd meet him for dinner next Friday night.
Mia shrugged, looking at me, silently telling me I was on my own after tonight, that she'd fulfilled her duty. My heart was pounding, wanting nothing more, knowing exactly what it meant, knowing that I couldn't, no way. I told him I would, that I wanted to.
He led me to his car, a Ferrari, a two-seat sports car. "It's only rented," he told me. Like I said, he was rich, very rich, apparently.
He was true to his word, taking me straight to the address I gave him. When he parked in my driveway, he kissed me again, then told me what he was going to do to me next Friday, "Suck your tits, eat your pussy, and fuck you until you can't stand. Correction, I'm going to fuck you first, then suck your tits, eat your pussy, and fuck you the rest of the night."
Then he opened my door and led me to the door, kissing me one last time, cupping my breast with his hand. "A tiny sample of next Friday," he told me.
That was when I stumbled upstairs, my mind in a complete jumble, not even knowing up from down, and told my husband I needed him to fuck me. </i>
Holy fucking shit! I thought, when I came to the end. My heart was pounding, my cock so fucking hard, and scared shitless out of my mind! My first thought, I sure as hell didn't know my wife as well as I thought I had!
This is a four-chapter series, all have been completed. Now, upon this story's completion, I will return to Her First Time. Hopefully, by the time all four chapters of this have been published, at least the next chapter will be completed, possibly more.
Sunday morning, June 21
I just finished reading Tammy's version of Saturday night. So much to digest all at one time; Tammy masturbating thinking of Ian? I'd never seen, nor known her to play with herself. Obviously, she hadn't been the 'sweet, innocent girl' I thought I'd taken home to my parents, either, and this date next Friday... how the hell am I going to act 'normal' the next week, whatever the hell normal is any more.
And Mia... seriously? I couldn't even imagine. Of course, yesterday afternoon I wouldn't have imagined that little 'five minutes in heaven' or even their 'fashion show'! This whole thing is just fucking blowing my mind!
How damned infatuated is Tammy with this guy, Ian, Ian Dixon? That's what she'd written for his whole name. I had a thought, not that that happens often, but it just popped into my head at that moment. I looked up Ian Dixon on Google. There are lots of Ian Dixons, even a professional football player. I clicked on the Wikipedia Ian Dixon.
Born September 19th, 1989, Sydney Australia. This had to be the guy, thirty-three years old, six years older than Tammy. If she was twenty when she was with him, and I realized I had no idea exactly when this all occurred, how old she'd been, he'd have been twenty-six, an 'older man'. I stared at his picture, blond hair just to his shoulders, fucking good-looking! No damn wonder Tammy's so taken with him. Plus, apparently, she likes his 'sexy' Australian accent.
I kept reading; he's an art aficionado, owns a gallery in Sydney, another in London, one in Paris... and for whatever reason, one in Laramie, Wyoming. Why? What the hell does Laramie, Wyoming have in common with Sydney, London, or Paris? Tammy couldn't have been the reason, he already owned it when she met him. There's no doubt, this is the guy. From what Wikipedia says, although it doesn't suggest any numbers, this guy must be ultra-wealthy. Hell, he owns a Rembrandt in his Paris gallery!
I wondered how much of that Tammy knows. The article doesn't say anything about him being married but just guessing, I'd bet everything I own that there's more than one 'Tammy' in his life, too.
And what's he doing in Laramie right now? It sounds like he has a lavish home in Sydney, overlooking the Pacific, although there's no picture, probably because of security.
I'll admit it scares the shit out of me that a guy like that could have his sights set on my wife. Is it possible he's here for the express purpose of taking Tammy with him back to Australia? Even a married Tammy? The more I thought about that, the more it scared me. If that is his game, he's not going to succeed, though. I know how Tammy loves me, she even said as much in her 'diary' over and over again. Fucking him is one thing, but sex alone just ain't gonna cut it to get her to abandon everything and everyone she loves.
If I was to confront her with everything I know and demand she drop any thoughts of this guy, how would she react? My fear is that it would be with anger, probably spreading to both of us, a damned good chance of creating an impenetrable wall between us that could take a long time to heal, if ever. No, it seemed to me that the best course is to do nothing and hope that this little (maybe not so little) infatuation will play itself out, that Ian Dixon will return to Australia, leaving behind a perpetually horny Tammy Clark.
It just was going to take a hell of a lot of nerve. My right brain has been in a losing battle, trying to make me use just an iota of common sense. 'This is a disaster in the making,' it's been trying to tell me, with my left brain saying (and winning the argument), 'Yeah, but so what, so is jumping out of an airplane into a ten-foot diameter, six-foot deep pool of water.'
And all of that was rambling bullshit! One purpose and one purpose only, to rationalize the fact that I wanted my wife to meet this guy, Ian, Friday. No way in hell was I going to do something to jeopardize that. The right brain can just go back to sleep like it always does.
I tried to put the whole thing out of my mind until Tammy got home with zero success. There was one thing right brain was right about, 'get the hell out of Tammy's laptop!' I felt lucky that I hadn't already been caught as it had been nearly two hours since she'd left with Mia's car. I originally had planned on putting everything back within forty minutes, twenty minutes each way.
I had just come back downstairs from getting it put away when Tammy came in through the garage door. By then, I was thinking back to what Tammy had said to Mia, wondering if, in the short future, the unthinkable might come to pass. Damn, that thought just kept bombarding me with the what-ifs.
Which meant that my dick was extremely hard when Tammy came in the house, alone. A few minutes later I was sitting on a dining chair, naked, the recipient of a very enticing and hot Tammy Clark striptease and lap dance just before sinking her wet pussy down onto my steel rod, all of it another very pleasant first. Left brain two (and counting), right brain still zero (but voicing its objections even more vociferously).
The next days at work were something out of the Twilight Zone that I'd never even imagined before. Somehow, designing a street sewer line isn't exactly the kind of mind-consuming task that I needed to take my mind off my wife and Friday night or Mia, either, for that matter. I was a friggin' nervous wreck!
Tuesday I couldn't stand it any longer. At noon I told the Public Works Director, my boss, that I had a splitting headache and needed to go home. It was half true, anyway, I needed to go home. I'd seen Tammy writing on her laptop and needed to see what it was.
June 23
I am scared, nervous, just about every other adjective one can think of. I know what's going to happen Friday night. I still haven't thought of an excuse to tell Jason where I'm going, something that won't make him suspicious.
Speaking of Jason, it seems like he's been acting a little bit weird lately, or maybe it's just me with my guilty conscience. It seems like he can't take his eyes off of me, and we've never had the kind of sex as the last few days. I guess a lot of it has been me, like after coming home from taking Mia's car home to her Sunday, doing a strip tease for my husband, for God's sake! That's just not me. And then fucking him like I was some slut stripper in a back room? But, oh my, it was fun!
And then Monday morning, Jason surprised me in the shower, worshipping my body, and we fucked again. When was the last time we did THAT? That one was on him, but I hope we do it a lot more from now on, a LOT of things more. I wonder how many times Ian and I fucked in the shower. I'm guessing that'll be on his agenda Friday, too, as much as we used to enjoy it. My pussy is soaked right now, just thinking about it.
Ian's a take-charge kind of guy, and that always used to turn me on so much, not having any idea what we were doing next - like getting finger fucked on the dance floor Saturday. Or back then, when we played strip poker with his friends, went fucking skinny dipping in a public pool for God's sake (or was it skinny dipping fucking?) Either way, it was fun! It seemed like if his cock wasn't inside me, he was finger-fucking me. Like Saturday, in public. The man has no decency filter and I fucking love it!
Jason's always been the opposite, worried about what I might want instead of just taking it, whatever 'it' might be. He acts like he loves me flirting with other guys, but I don't think he'd like it so much if it got out of hand, like it did Saturday night. And one thing for sure, he'd never in a gazillion years finger fuck me in front of a crowd of people. That would be just too weird.
Except now, I'm not so sure of anything with him, and I like that, like fucking me in the shower yesterday morning. GO JASON!
Speaking of Jason, I haven't dared to bring up my little suggestion with Mia again. I've been kind of hoping she'd bring it up. She's probably afraid to, though, same as me now that we're both sober and a little more rational. She probably thinks I might not even remember, that I'd get mad or something. Nothing could be further from the truth, I still want to watch Jason and Mia fucking. That little 'five-minute' thing Saturday before we left the house was just so fucking hot!
That was the end, quite an eye-opening little essay. Mia again, she hasn't forgotten it. I still couldn't wrap my head around that, how it might come about, what it would be like. All I knew was that I hoped to hell that Tammy got the courage to broach it with her again. My dick was hard just thinking about it.
And she thinks I've been weird. That's a bit of a dilemma, if I change that pattern, she'll get suspicious, and if I stay 'weird', she'll get suspicious, too. I guess the only choice is to stay the course and act like I have been. Besides, it's damn hard to not watch her, thinking of her with this guy she intends to fuck, and even harder changing our recent 'fucking' as she calls it. Don't wanna change that anyway, I like it! What red-blooded guy with a pulse wouldn't?
That night I ate my wife's pussy for the first time since... like everything else we've been doing lately, never. I blamed it on her Brazilian wax and it wasn't stretching the truth much. I'd forgotten what a rush it is, and Tammy was so fucking animated. Then we did it doggy-style when neither of us could stand it any longer. If that raised her suspicion that I knew something was going on, then so be it, it was worth whatever!
Thursday, I feigned a headache again later in the afternoon, right before three. I told Tim that I didn't know what was going on with me, that I was thinking of going to the doctor since I rarely had headaches.
My dick was already hard when I opened Tammy's laptop and started reading.
The closer it gets, the colder feet I get. I know I'm going through with this, but the guilt of what I'm doing to Jason is killing me. What if he finds out? And what if I can't stop after Friday? I've been thinking of what Mia started to tell me Saturday and it still doesn't make any sense to me. She seemed to think there was some revelation in what I'd told her...
Oh shit, that was Tammy's car that just drove into our garage. What the hell is she doing home so early? It didn't matter, I closed the document I was in, slammed her laptop shut, and put it back on the coffee table where she'd put it, just in time as Tammy opened the door from the garage.
"You're home? How come so early?" she asked me.
"Had a bad headache," I told her, the same lie as I'd told Tim earlier. "Took some aspirins and laid down for a while, it's a lot better now. What about you, you're never home this early." I hoped to hell that I didn't have a guilty look on my face.
"Doc has a conference in Denver all day tomorrow, he closed the office so he could drive down today before it got too late, there wasn't any point in me sticking around. It's going to be closed tomorrow, too, so I'll have the day off. Thought I'd mentioned that I'd be home early. Thinking about going to dinner with Mia tomorrow night."
I shrugged, either she hadn't said anything or I'd blown it off, not even realizing what she'd said. That happened more than I like to admit. It's something I'm going to correct from now on though, that's for damn sure. I was just thankful that I'd had at least enough warning to get out of her laptop. That alleged dinner with must be the excuse she thought of.
Tammy fixed us dinner, reheated the lasagna she'd made the night before. I love her homemade lasagna, one of my favorite all-time meals, even the leftovers. Then a bowl of vanilla ice cream for dessert, and we retired to the living room to watch a movie. Actually, it was a Netflix series, 'MA' rated, 'A Sexy Life'. Somehow, slightly raunchy television had invaded our life along with everything else. This was only the second episode and it was sexy as hell, just the kind of thing we'd been enjoying lately.
About five minutes into it, Tammy opened her laptop, like she often does while watching TV. Unlike me, she's very good at multitasking. About half a minute later, something was definitely wrong, her face suddenly turned white, like every drop of blood had drained, and her body began shaking, almost uncontrollably.
About three seconds later, when I realized what I'd done, the same thing happened to me, the blood draining from my face. I hadn't had time to hide the fact that I'd opened her document!
She looked over at me, ignoring the TV, her face in total anguish, "You've been... you've been on my laptop today... you've seen..."
I felt my world come instantly crashing down! I'd been invading my wife's privacy and now she suddenly knew it. "I... I..." Hell, I had no idea what to say.
Suddenly, tears were streaming down Tammy's face. In all our years, I'd never seen her like this. "You know... Ian... how much?" Her voice was nearly nonexistent, barely legible, nothing but an anguished cry.
"All of it," I said, realizing how difficult it is to speak when your brain has decided to leave the room, leaving you to your fate, defenseless.
She burst into tears, not just the tears of a moment ago but outright sobbing. I had no idea what to do, I was to blame. The thought that it was her because she'd been discovered, her lover, never even entered what mind I had left. I don't know how long Tammy sat there sobbing her heart out. I got up and found some tissues, handing them to her. She wiped her face, trying to get herself in control. "I'm sorry, so sorry," she started, making the effort to speak coherently, "I never... wanted to hurt you..." her tears flowing.
"Hon..." I wanted to say something, comfort her.
"I'll call him... now... cancel... I just can't..." reaching for her phone, dropping it on the floor, and she burst into tears again.
I was crying too, afraid for my wife, for our marriage, everything. Damn, damn, damn! I should have listened to myself, and confronted her about Ian a long time ago, as soon as I read his name, even before then, let her know that I knew. Either that or kept the hell out of her privacy.
Another couple excruciating minutes went by with Tammy crying. She wiped her face again, getting herself under control, "Hand me my phone, I'll call him now, right now, cancel tomorrow, and tell him I can't ever see him again."
Tammy's phone was on the floor, I got up to retrieve it, giving me a few seconds to think, to throw our world for another giant loop. By the time I'd gotten it out from under the couch where it had somehow hidden itself, she'd gotten herself somewhat under control but still tears falling, "No... I don't want you to call him... don't cancel. I've read all of it, and Mia knew. She was right, Saturday night, she started to tell you... "
She looked totally confused, "What? What are you talking about?"
"You remember what you told Mia Saturday at the club, then what she said? You'd written it all down."
"Okay, but I still don't get it." At least she was down to just the sniffles.
I rolled my eyes, this had to be the densest girl on the planet. "You told her about your mom, how she had a boyfriend and your dad even liked it. Then that night what happened with us, you and me?"
She thought a minute, "I remember we had pretty incredible sex that night."
I laughed, "Yeah, we did, didn't we. You know why?" I didn't wait for her to answer. "You were turned on, the black nightie, obviously from what your mom had said... I suspect thinking about Ian too, but there was also something else."
She looked at me, a blank look on her splotchy face. "Remember what you said about your dad? How he knew about her affair, how it turned him on?"
She nodded, "Uhuh, but..."
"Remember earlier that night, you called and asked me for your aunt's penuche recipe?"
"Uh, yeah, I know it's good but penuche turns you on that much? I never knew that. Kinky!"
We both got a chuckle out of that one, at least a little bit of Tammy's sense of humor had returned, good. "I don't think it was the penuche. But I saw this strangely named document, and out of curiosity I opened it. You'd written it eight days before, the day you ran into an old boyfriend, I guess lover, buying groceries. You reminisced about how hot the guy was, the hot sex you had your last night together... and he gave you his phone number..."
The blood drained from Tammy's face again, turning it nearly white. "It's okay," I told her, "I read what you'd written about your old lover, then you came home and told me about your mom, such a coincidence. It was all I could think about, except not your mom... you and this ex-lover... together, kind of hoping you'd call him. It's what Mia was trying to tell you, it wasn't your mom or her affair that had turned me on, it was the thought of you with another guy. Somehow, deep inside, that started me thinking how hot it would be for you to have a lover, like your mom, except it was this guy who you were so hot for. That's why I was so on fire... and the next night... and the next..."
"Mia didn't know that I knew anything about Ian but she knew what was keeping me so perpetually turned on, she knew it was thinking of you with a lover. I dunno, maybe she's been in a relationship like that before. I'm guessing but if she'd had one more minute, that's what she was going to tell you."
Tammy sat, staring at me, her mouth agape, acting like she was hardly believing what I'd just said. "You seriously want me to go to his apartment tomorrow night and let him..."
"Fuck you? Yeah, I read how much you want him, how bad he wants you, what he did to you at the club Saturday night, and all of that's what makes it so hot. A little danger, too. What fun would skydiving be if there wasn't just a little bit of danger?
Tammy and I fucked that night. The sexy TV show was forgotten and we headed straight to bed. I say 'bed' but that's kind of a misnomer. I told her to think of Ian, and we never made it to the bedroom. We made it three-quarters of the way upstairs when Tammy turned and started on my shirt. I followed suit with her blouse. We left clothes strewn the rest of the way up the stairs, and she was on the floor in the carpeted hall right at the top of the stairs.
Suffice it to say that it was another night to remember!
Left brain; game, set, match!
Friday after work, and I say 'work' very loosely, I came home, and Tammy was in the tub. She rarely takes a bath, always a shower. My heart was already pounding, standing outside the door watching her, tits just above the water, nipples already hard, dripping hair, that 'look' on her face... I could go on and on.
She saw me watching and put on a little show, splashing water over her tits, a hand between her legs, letting out little moans, then she stood, giving me the view her ex, soon-to-be current lover was soon to see. I nearly came right there!
She was out of the bathroom a little later, wrapped in a large towel, and sat down at her makeup vanity. I sat on the edge of the bed and watched my sexy wife put on her makeup for the man that she'd had the hots for virtually ever since long before we were married; eyeliner, eye shadow, mascara, whatever it is she uses for her cheeks, lip gloss and liner, and a couple other things I have no idea what they are. Watching her doing this for another man was an entirely new experience for me, especially when she turned to me and asked, "How's it look, think he'll like it?"
Uhh, duh! All I could do was nod with a whisper, "Yeah, think so!" Tammy was beautiful, stunning, and that was before she even started with her hair or clothes.
She watched herself in the mirror as she brushed out her long, silky, black hair. Then she rummaged in her closet and dug out a skirt and blouse that I'd never seen before. "Bought them last Saturday with Mia, they're both silk. Feel them, see if you think you'd like them on me. The skirt was maybe ten inches long and both so freakin' thin and soft. They were just about the sexiest silk outfit I'd ever seen.
She pulled out a pink satin panty and bra set, putting back the bra. "Don't think I'll need that, do you? Skirt's way too short, though, no way to not wear panties." She pulled up the skirt, then the blouse, and my heart about stopped. That thin camisole she'd bought to go with that blouse last weekend was thick and frumpy in comparison with this blouse. It wasn't sheer like her blouse last Saturday but so shape-fitting. I was shaking with the jealous, sexual energy surging through me by the time she was dressed and strapping her four-inch heels around her ankles.
She was right about the skirt and panties. Last weekend's leather skirt was long in comparison. She could barely stand in this one without showing the panties, much less sit.
She finished with a pair of dangling earrings and a matching necklace and bracelet.
When she stood and checked herself out in the mirror, I couldn't help myself, "Oh, babe," I said, "you look... just... I don't even know how to say it, you'd give a dead man an erection."
She looked at her watch, "Fifteen minutes, I told him I'd be there at seven, gotta get going." At the garage door she turned, smiled at me, and told me, "I'd love to kiss you, but my lipstick, don't want to mess it up."
I stood at the door and watched her get in her car. She turned to me one last time, "Last chance," she said, "you sure?"
I smiled and pressed the overhead garage door opener and watched her drive away, every pore in my body feeling sick. We hadn't talked about any kind of curfew when she was expected home, so I anticipated spending the entire night alone. In a perverted way, almost hoping for it.
I went back into the living room, never feeling more alone in my life. My right brain was screaming at me, 'told ya so, told ya so!' My left brain countering with, 'yeah, but this is exactly what we've been looking forward to.'
I was too nervous to even think about Tammy's laptop.
Twenty minutes later, my phone rang and I rushed to answer it. I'd left it on the kitchen counter charging earlier in the day. I looked at it, seeing that it was a video call from Tammy. My hands were shaking when I picked it up and pressed the 'accept call' icon. She was in her car, just sitting, not saying a word, holding her phone's camera on her face. I could tell how nervous she was. After maybe a minute, I heard her say very softly, mostly to herself, "I'm going to do it."
She got out of the car and was holding her phone, not pointing it at anything, just letting it swing as she walked. She was in a parking lot, lots of cars. I finally saw a sign, 'Hilton Garden Inn'. She went through the swinging door into a fairly small, but nice lobby. She stopped, looked around, then began walking again, looking unsure where she was going, down a short hall, and I realized where, seeing the ladies' room sign.
She went inside and set the phone down on the lavatory counter, leaning it against the wall so that it was directed toward herself. She put her little clutch purse on the counter and took out her lipstick, and I watched as she looked in the mirror and dabbed lipstick on her already painted lips, rubbing her lips together sexily like she does. She put it back and took out her perfume, spraying it in those luscious places to give her that sexy, feminine scent; between her breasts, behind her ears, her wrists, back of her neck after lifting her hair off her neck, even in her belly button.
Watching this was making me so freakin' hard with anticipation! I was just hoping she didn't disconnect the call.
Then, oh fuck, I almost died on the spot... she slipped off her panties, struggling to get them over her heels, and tucked them in her purse. My heart was racing, at least a thousand beats a minute. She'd just told me only minutes before that her skirt was way too short.
She picked up her phone again, left the room, and found the elevator, pushing the fourth-floor button.
About half a minute later, she was gently knocking on the door of room 418.
Her only words spoken the whole time were, "I'm going to do it." I expected to be disconnected but she left the phone on as the door opened, she stepped inside, and the guy I'd seen on Wikipedia stood right in front of her.
Tammy was holding her phone in her hand, camera lens pointing out, not trying to get a good video, just holding it. I heard "Babe" as his hand went to her blouse - and ripped the buttons off, pulling it open. I heard Tammy's screech, "Ian!" followed by a long, earthy moan, his lips on hers.
She dropped the phone on the floor, thankfully still with the lens pointing up, I could see the mad rush of clothing, Ian dropping his pants and undies, a massive prick, and him pushing Tammy's legs apart, her skirt up, and spearing her, sinking inside her, no prelude, no nothing, I'm not even going to try to guesstimate how big he was, just fucking big and fat! And there was no 'gradual'. She'd obviously been wet, no doubt building inside her all afternoon.
There were simultaneous male and female moans as Tammy's legs wrapped around his waist, and just like that, this guy was fucking my wife, pounding her against his room's door. She hadn't taken a single step more than necessary to close it.
I watched and listened with a combination of horror and fascination. The noises coming from Tammy were inhuman; grunts, screeches, an occasional 'Ohhh!" I couldn't see well as the phone was on the floor right underneath them but what I could see... just holy shit times ten! This guy was fucking my wife like she'd never been fucked before, at least from me.
Tammy's screams kept getting louder, more hysterical. I wished I could see her face but I couldn't, nothing except that cock driving in and out of her.
She screamed and he never slowed. My cock, inside my pants, exploded in its massive orgasm, bending me over, sapping my strength. I'd never witnessed or even imagined anything like what was unfolding inside that door. No damned wonder Tammy took off her panties before going inside, she must have known.
Many of her words in her diary came back to haunt me, her fears of not being able to stop, becoming addicted to him. Last night, today, she never warned me what she knew it would be like.
Finally, mercifully, he roared, thrust himself deep inside my wife, deeper than I have ever been, I'm sure, another loud grunt, his orgasm taking over; a steady, loud wail coming from Tammy.
I feared for my sanity! Would she ever be satisfied by a mere mortal again?
And it was over, their bodies trembling, cum trickling down her legs. With his cock still inside her, he carried her outside the range of her phone's lens. The moaning and the wailing gradually grew quieter but never stopped completely, the video on my phone nothing more than an ongoing picture of the upper part of his door and the ceiling.
Those final words of her diary from Saturday night came back to me, 'Going to fuck you, suck your tits, eat your pussy all night.'
I felt like I was falling into a black hole, from which there was no return, no redemption, only blackness slowly pulling me apart. Nothing had prepared me for the excruciating pain! I rushed to the bathroom, collapsed to my knees, and puked my guts out, my body shaking uncontrollably; Right brain screaming, 'Toldjaso toldjaso!'
I undressed and numbly climbed into bed naked, that scene, my wife being fucked just inside the door, replaying itself in my mind, again and again, causing a pain in my stomach, feeling sick; at the same time, my dick growing harder. I knew there would be no sleep, no relief that night.
The next hours were every bit as excruciating as I'd imagined, more.
I heard the overhead door, then the door into the house from the garage, and looked at my watch, 1:47 am. They'd been fucking for over six hours!
My wife stood inside our bedroom door, looking nothing like the woman who'd left our house hours before. They say a well fucked woman has a glow about her, and Tammy had been no exception, particularly the last week-plus. But this was entirely different. I can't explain it, this woman was ALIVE with her raw sexuality, the adrenaline still flowing through her, clutching her torn blouse to her.
"You saw?" were her only words.
I numbly nodded, "You never warned me... what it would be like... you knew."
"You were warned, you read," she answered, "yes, I knew, it was what it's always been like with him, why I was so afraid, why I wanted him so badly. You wanted me to, too."
"I can't... fuck you like..."
"And I don't ever want you to fuck me like he does. II want you to fuck me, make love to me like you, only you."
She came to me then, dropping her blouse and skirt, completely naked, with copious amounts of dried cum on her inner thighs. She saw my hard-on, "I can't," she said, "too sore," and dropped to her knees, taking me in her mouth. She'd barely begun, I can't even begin to describe... when the orgasm ripped through my body like an out-of-control freight train on a rampage. I collapsed on the floor with her, pulling her the rest of the way down, lying on the floor, trying to breathe. Tammy had NEVER...
It was several minutes later before I was able to even sit up. We got up and climbed into bed, kissing, the taste of my cum strong in Tammy's mouth. She'd swallowed it, all except a little dripping down the corners of her mouth. I hadn't even had time to warn her. "I love you, you're the only one... ever," she told me.
Friday, June 26
Early Saturday morning, June 27
We didn't have sex the rest of that night. Tammy and I lay in bed together for a long time with her finally dozing off. I lay wide awake for a long time replaying it in my mind, seeing her inside that door, another man's dick driving inside her, her screaming out her orgasm, then her screams later while I stared at his ceiling on my phone. Fear gripped me, my stomach nauseous as I remembered, the images, the sounds so fresh in my mind, my erection already hard again. I finally dozed a little before morning, then didn't wake up until after nine.
It's amazing how different the world is in the morning, how the dark of the night evaporates in the light of day, both literally and figuratively, especially after your wife wakes up, rolls over, straddles you, and lowers her pussy down over your engorged cock.
Tammy's rocking back and forth, how fucking hard my dick was, and how it was feeling inside her, can change one's perspective. Suddenly, my fears the night before seemed like exactly what I had been hoping for; instead of the nightmare of last night, hotter than hell! She hadn't done anything wrong, my only issue was the surprise, the intensity, the suddenness of it.
Suddenly, my reaction last night seemed so... I don't know, totally whacked out, groundless at best. I'd never imagined that the difference between what one wants and should want could be so fucking convoluted.
The one thing I did know, though, I wanted to see it again, this time all of it, through completely different eyes. I groaned with my cock inside my wife, feeling the intensity of a building orgasm, seeing Ian Dixon's cock thrusting into Tammy's bare pussy, and let out a blood-curdling scream as my orgasm engulfed me.
"Again," I told her after I'd recovered enough to talk, "I want you to see him again, and this time set up your phone so I can watch it all."
Tammy rolled off me and for once I don't know if she came. I was totally out of it with the fire that had deluged my senses for those minutes. It was the kind of orgasm a man could spend an entire fortune, sometimes a lifetime trying to recreate and never succeeding.
"What? You sure? You seemed pretty upset last night."
"I know. That was last night but this is now. Now, I know what to expect, my emotions just weren't ready for the magnitude. Now I'm ready and I want to see it, experience it with you, even if it is only through your phone video."
She just looked at me, those piercing eyes, not responding, "Do YOU want to?" I finally asked her, "to see him again?"
"Yes," she answered, with no more elaboration.
"Was it good for you? Last night?" I asked her. I already knew the answer, just wanted to hear her say it.
She took a deep breath, "Jason... let's not go there, okay?"
"No, I want to know, how good was it, scale of one to ten?"
"Honest answer... about a fifteen, maybe twenty. If you asked a recovered drug addict how good her hit was after several years when it was the best stuff she'd ever had, what do you think her answer would be? And how much do you think she'd want to do it again?"
"Seriously good, huh, tell me about it?" God, I was feeling almost sick with jealousy all over again. But fucking horny, too!
Tammy hesitated a long time, her eyes closed. "I can't... read my diary in a couple days, I might be able to write it, at least some of it."
"Think he's going to ask you out again?"
"He, umm, already has, next Saturday." She was looking at me, expectantly.
My heart was suddenly pounding, "And... you told him?"
"That I had to talk to my husband."
"I guess I already gave you my answer. Call him, tell him you're going to. It going to be like last night, straight to his hotel?"
She shook her head, "I don't know, he said he wants to go out, it's his last night in town, but last night was supposed to be going out, too."
"His last night? Why, what's going on?" My excitement grew, a bit of disappointment, too.
"I don't know, he didn't give me any details, just said that Sunday morning he's driving to Denver to fly out in the late afternoon - and that he wanted our last night to be 'memorable', he said."
Hell, I thought last night was pretty memorable, at least from my point of view. "He didn't elaborate?" I asked her.
She shook her head, "No, just said 'memorable'. He's never said anything like that before, so I'm really curious. Makes me a little nervous too, knowing him. But, Hon, you need to be really sure. I don't want you upset again like you were last night, with whatever happens."
God, what she was leaving unsaid! It made me shiver with anticipation.
We sat together a little longer, both of us just thinking. I was expecting her to call him. "You going to call him?" I asked, getting a little impatient.
"Have another call to make first," she answered, then got up and went upstairs. I turned Netflix on, that series Tammy and I started watching the other day, "Sexy Life", sitting transfixed and getting horny as hell. I've never seen anything quite like that on television, anywhere else, either.
It was fifteen minutes later when Tammy came back downstairs. "Okay," she started, "it's all set up, going to be a double date; Ian and me, Mia and her new boyfriend."
So, at least I know that they will be going out, at least, not just going straight to his hotel and fucking like last time.
Boyfriend? "What? I thought she was between boyfriends. It was just a few days ago she didn't have a boyfriend, now you're going on a double date with her and a boyfriend?"
She shrugged, "You know Mia, and I think this boyfriend might stick a little longer than the others."
I'll admit I was a little jealous, Mia is about the sexiest girl I know, next to Tammy of course. Seemed a little stupid to be jealous of a guy going out with my wife's friend, but where someone like Mia is involved, logic sort of takes a back seat, especially after what I'd read about her the last couple weeks. "Who's the lucky guy, anyone I know?"
"Well, you haven't exactly met him yet but you will, I'm sure." And then Tammy turned her attention to the TV. I wasn't going to get anything more out of her. Speaking of Mia, I was more than a little disappointed that nothing had become of Tammy's little fantasy. Probably it was because of her new boyfriend.
He has to be one of the two brothers she went home with a week ago. But I wonder why Tammy thinks he might stick longer. There must be something pretty special about him that she hasn't mentioned. Ah well, none of my business, just very disappointing.
I stewed the next several days over Tammy's worry, if you could call it that, over Ian's comment about 'something special', wondering what he could have meant.
She went to her mom and dad's Wednesday evening, so I took the opportunity to open her laptop and see if she'd written about Friday night.
June 28
Jason, I know you're going to read this but I'm still going to try to write it like you weren't. There might be things you don't like reading so I'm warning you. You can close my laptop now. Yeah, right, as if you'd do that. But you've been warned!
I was never so scared in my life when I discovered that Jason had been reading my private journal. I'm still a little upset that he invaded my privacy! But I can hardly fault him because I was the one that was planning on cheating in our marriage. He knew about Ian, he knew about what had happened Saturday night, he knew that I was planning to cheat, that I couldn't stop myself. I guess maybe it was a good thing he found out when he did, before I cheated. If he hadn't known and I went ahead and did it, who knows what might have happened when he did find out? And I know he would have.
The most horrible thoughts went through my mind, that he'd leave me, and I wouldn't have blamed him. I knew there was no future with Ian, except sex. He wasn't the kind of guy that makes a one-woman commitment back then and I'm pretty sure he still isn't, not that I'd even want him to be now, it's too late. He's never once told me he loved me. I know he was just using me then and still is. There were other women back then, even when we were together and no doubt there still are. I knew it and still couldn't resist him. Yeah, he has a big dick and it feels really good inside me (is that the understatement of the century, but it's so much more than that. something I can't explain, it just 'is'.
Saturday night brought back just how good it is, and everything else. Damn Mia for putting me in that position but I was glad she did. When he asked me about Friday night, there was no way I could say no. I wanted him! God, how I wanted him!
And then finding out that Jason had been reading my diary, all about Ian, about my cheating. I was sure our marriage was over and I would have rather died.
He tried to explain, but I didn't understand. I still don't. How does a man want his wife to have sex with another man? To watch, yet! He reminded me of my mom and dad, what Mom had told me that night. Is it so much different? Mom even wants to renew her relationship with a guy, sort of like me and Ian, I guess. If I stop and think about it, it's not so different than what I want for Jason and Mia.
Anyway, last Friday night with Ian. When I told him I'd meet him, it was for dinner. At least that's what I told myself. "Have dinner with me," he said. But then when he dropped me off, he made it clear, fucking. I should have canceled then, told him no, but I couldn't. I wanted it, maybe worse than anything I've wanted in my life. I knew exactly what to expect when I went into his room. It's why I took off my panties before I got there.
I guess it would have been kind of cruel, but I wanted Jason there with me, even if it was just watching. It was why I called him and left the phone on video. Have to admit I sort of forgot about it in the excitement.
And excitement is hardly the word. As soon as I saw Ian and knew what was going to happen, I lost any sense of reason. He was frantic, I was frantic. The motel could have burned down around us and I don't think either of us would have noticed. My pussy sure wouldn't have, she was already on fire.
Sorry, Jason, I know you're going to read this, but you have to know. Even with the wonderful sex we've been having, it's nothing like it is with Ian. When he's inside me, it's like being in another galaxy. I have no idea how to explain it. It's why I was so reluctant to see him again. He touches things inside me that I don't think even exist with anyone else. And the fact that it's so taboo, so wrong to be with him when I have a husband I love with all my heart, just adds... something!
That first time was just... fucking unbelievable, like we were in a frenzy, both of us, out of our minds! He hit every nerve ending inside me and then some, those in my brain, too.
He carried me to his bed. I'd never seen a bed like that, it's huge! Like a king-and-a-half or something. Not that I was focused on his bed, but it was hard not to notice.
He fucked me in so many ways that night. At the door, my hands and knees from behind, me on top, in the shower with my legs wrapped around him. The man is insatiable! He sucked my tits until they were sore, but the most excruciatingly wonderfully sore, and then he titty-fucked me, spraying his jizz all over my face. He ate my pussy after our shower, and then took me from behind again against the wall right before I went home to Jason. That was the dried cum on my legs that Jason saw after I went home.
Afterward, realizing how loud I'd been, it's lucky someone didn't call the police, some girl being tortured.
I HAD to go home to Jason. Ian wanted me to spend the rest of the night, but I just couldn't. I had no idea if Jason was home sleeping or suffering through the night, regretting letting me go.
How many orgasms did Ian give me? I haven't a clue, probably at least two every time we fucked, maybe more. I didn't even try to keep track. He had at least five.
He wanted to see me again the next night, Saturday. I was so proud of myself, I think it's the first time I've ever told him no. Maybe my sore pussy had something to do with it, knowing I couldn't do another night like that so soon. Then he insisted on the following Saturday, he said it was going to be his last night because he had to go home to Sydney and would probably never be back.
Now, he's told me that he has something special in mind for that Saturday night. I can't even begin to imagine what. It kind of scares me, but Jason said he wants me to do it, whatever 'it' is.
Jason, if you've read all the way, and you see now how it is between Ian and me, if you want to back out, I'll understand. I won't like it but I'll call Ian and tell him I can't. Not to give you a guilt trip, but Mia will be disappointed, too, as I'm planning a double date with her and her new boyfriend.
They'll probably go out even if I have to back out but it'll be a lot more fun if we're together.
I'm still just a little scared, though. Ian hasn't ever said anything like, 'something special' before.
Fuckkkk! No wonder she couldn't, or wouldn't, tell me anything after she came home. But, God, my dick was hard reading that. Could I stand it, her sending me a live video the whole night in his room like I'd asked? Hell, I didn't know, it might even make me puke again, but I still wanted her to go out with him... and send me the video.
Tammy and I were ravenous with each other the week leading up to her date, except for Saturday night, since she was still pretty sore from Friday. I'm sure she was thinking of Saturday night, and I'll admit, so was I, imagining being in the room, a bug on the wall, flitting here and there, wherever to get a better view. I had to be a sick man!
I was wishing she could wear something different to work than her nurse's uniform. I'd have loved her to meet patients wearing something a bit sexier (Quite a bit more). It wasn't to be, though, she wouldn't even go sans bra.
As Saturday came closer, the more nervous we both became. It was nerve-wracking, Tammy mentioning more than once she was worried about what he had meant by 'something special'. Friday, after work, she said she needed to go shopping and asked me to come along.
First, we went to Jimmy John's, went through the drive-thru, and ordered half a sub sandwich and pop each, then sat in the car eating. "You're sure you still want me to go through with this?" Tammy asked me after we had our sandwiches.
I nodded. "Yeah, do, you have any more idea what his something special is?"
She shook her head. "Not a clue, guess you know it scares me. Don't know what it could be that we hadn't already done way back when."
"You going to have your phone set up so I can watch? Battery charged, not leave it on the floor this time?" I asked her.
She smiled, "I have it taken care of, just have to trust me, okay?"
Guess I just had to trust her.
We finished our sandwiches, and I asked Tammy where we were going. "Brandl's Ranch and Home," she answered. I looked at her strangely. That didn't make any sense, I assumed we were going to an exotic women's clothing store to get her something ultra-sexy for tomorrow night. I know Brandi's has women's clothes, so what the heck, Tammy wants to go to Brandl's, we'll go to Brandl's. Maybe she'll let me buy the DeWalt cordless chainsaw I've had my eyes on. Yeah, right!
Inside, I presumed we were going to the women's clothes, but that's not where we went. She went straight to the men's. She pawed through some shirts and held up a western shirt, tan and brown. "You like this one?" she asked.
I was confused. "Why... are we buying me a shirt?" I asked her.
"Slacks and boots, too," she said.
"Why?" I asked again, totally bewildered.
"Your date tomorrow night, Mia has a thing for men in western clothes," she answered.
I stared at her, wide-eyed, "My... what?"
"Your date, you're Mia's date on our double."
"But... but... you said... her boyfriend..."
"Uhuh, that's you, she's had a thing for you for a long time, now you're officially going to be her boyfriend."
My heart was pounding, not believing what I was hearing. "But your date, Ian... his 'something special'.'"
"Whatever it is, we're doing it together. Doing e.verything together, I think I told you that the bed in his room is HUGE, plenty room for two couples. Besides, you've read that I want to see you and Mia together... and don't try to tell me you don't have a thing for her. I've seen how you drool when you look at her."
My jaw must have hit the floor, or damn near it! "You're serious, are you?"
"Very, it's perfect, she likes you, she's eager. I know you have a thing for her, you've told me I don't know how many times that you think she's hot. That little episode last Saturday kind of proved it. Ian's never met you, he'll never know. To him, you'll just be Mia's boyfriend. We'll be two couples on what I expect to be a very erotic double date."
My head was spinning like those little balls balanced on top of skinny poles, Holy fucking shit! Ten times over! I didn't know what the hell to think, my brain, both sides, had quit working completely. Tammy looked perfectly composed. I looked around, wondering if there was a complete store full of people watching and snickering at the fool with the gorgeous girl.
"Now we need to get you some clothes that'll make Mia drop her panties, so... what do you think about this?" showing me another shirt, this one satiny.
We ended up with that shirt, a pair of slacks, and lizard-skin boots. No chain saw.
Next, it was three pairs of silk shorts at Macy's. "I'm going to like them on you, too," Tammy explained, justifying buying three instead of just one. It was a damned good thing I didn't have to try anything on, with the hard dick I was sporting by then.
On the drive home, I was still reeling from the events of the evening when a worry popped into my head. "I'm not going to know what to do. I'm not an Ian."
Tammy glanced over toward me with a smile on her face, "Trust me, you'll know. Just be yourself."
"But... but... what does she like? How?"
Tammy let out a little giggle. Dammit, I was being serious. "Sweetheart, she's a girl, she likes sex. No, scratch that, she loves sex, however it is. She's not a delicate flower. Besides, knowing Mia, she'll probably tell you what she wants... and don't be afraid to do it, whatever. You'll be with her like you are with me and she's going to be thrilled. This is going to be a real date with her, no 'pretend' about it, and I know she's hot for you, so let yourself go and have fun. She'll probably even want to steal you away from me. DON'T WORRY!"
I was still worried.
After we got home, Tammy rode me, telling me, "Think about Mia doing this tomorrow night." Needless to say, it didn't take either of us long, pretty damned intense, too.
Saturday was the most nerve-wracking day I'd ever had. We watched several more episodes of Sexy Life, Sarah Shahi naked in the shower, being fucked by her boyfriend, just to add a little more spice to the day. God, it was almost more than I could take.
Ian Dixon was picking up Tammy at our house at eight, meeting Mia and her 'boyfriend' at The Moonbeam Bar and Grill at eight-thirty. Like I had that Friday night a week ago, (only a week?) I watched Tammy getting ready, making herself so friggin' sexy. She made me go downstairs before she dressed. I still had no idea what she was wearing.
Minutes later, she came down, wearing a black dress I'd never seen before, "Bought it with Mia last week," she said. It looked like silk, wrapping around her more like a sexy robe than a dress. There was a deep 'V' down several inches below her tits, held together by just two buttons. On one side of the wrap, the hemline came very high on her leg, exposing nearly all of her hip. The other side was more conventional, about eight inches above her knee.
My cock was hard, as it had been most of the day, but especially so watching Tammy getting herself ready and wrapping Ian Dixon's going-away gift in such sexy cloth. Like she had the last time she met him at his hotel, her breasts were very bare underneath the silk. I ached to know if there were panties under that dress. Her exposed hip was almost high enough to know, just not quite.
At seven-thirty we heard a gentle knock on the door and nearly panicked. Ian wasn't supposed to be there until eight, and I was supposed to be gone when he picked her up. She'd told him that her husband was out of town over the weekend. I hid in the bathroom just in case he, for some reason, came into our bedroom. I know, not exactly logical, but you gotta understand my frame of mind that night.
A couple minutes later, Tammy came upstairs and opened the door holding a small, plain cardboard box. "Who was it?" I asked her, "what's with the box?"
"I don't know," she answered, "he just said it was from Ian."
She got a small knife out of her purse and cut the plastic tape securing it, lifting the lid off. There was a note inside on top of a small drawstring bag, 'A little something extra for you to wear tonight. I think you'll know where. One is being sent to Mia, also to use if she wants, but yours is not optional. Wear it.'
"What the hell?" I asked, "what is it?"
Tammy's fingers were shaking when she pulled the top of the bag apart and took out the object, about three inches long, three-quarters-inch thick. I had no idea, but Tammy's face went white, "It's... it's a bullet... a vibrator," she said, "I've heard of them, never seen one, though."
"What do you do with it?" I asked her, confused. I had no clue.
She looked up at me, her eyes wide, "Put it inside my pussy, silly. There's a remote somewhere, probably with Ian."
Now, my eyes were wide. "Have you ever...?" I asked her. Not that I knew of, but before? I had learned enough about Tammy the last week that I wasn't sure of anything.
"No, never," she said, "I have no idea what it's like. I've just heard of them. We even had a patient come in one time that had a vibrator stuck inside her. She was so embarrassed. But I had to admit that it made me wonder."
I couldn't even imagine. "You going to do it?" I asked her. She read the note again, turned, and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her, not answering me.
I thought she was walking just a little funny when she came back out, but that was probably my imagination. Surely, it wouldn't be much different from having a tampon inside her, which she did every month with no 'walking funny'. Buying her tampons was not on my list of favorite shopping trips. Thankfully, this wasn't 'that time of month'.
She gave me her cheek to kiss when I was leaving to pick up Mia, "Don't want you to smear my lipstick," she said, the same as she had that Friday.
"Oh, I almost forgot," she said, "take your ring off, you're single, remember."
I looked at my wedding ring, then back at Tammy. I hadn't had it off since our wedding night, never thought I ever would. Somehow, it seemed monumental when I slipped it off and handed it to her, leaving a faint ring mark on my finger.
"Rub your finger, the mark will go away in a few minutes.
She was a nurse, after all, she'd know things like that. I'm sure she's had lots of patients have to take their ring off for one reason or other.
My mind was whirling on the drive to Mia's. Was that the 'something special' that he'd mentioned? And was Mia going to have the same thing inside her? The note said one was delivered to her if she wanted to wear it.
My nerves were on stage twelve alert when I pulled up to Mia's apartment. Both left and right brain were scared shitless. I'd been there with Tammy a few times but never by myself. Going to her door alone felt ultra-weird. Then when she opened the door, my heart about stopped completely. Mia, the beautiful redhead, was in an emerald green dress, matching her eyes, a thin, green fabric held up by a spaghetti strap around her neck and barely hiding the luscious breasts that I'd worshipped two weeks earlier. It was tight around her waist, so tight that I was sure it'd show a panty line if she was wearing any. The hem came to about her mid-thigh.
She turned to pick up her little clutch purse and there was no back, just bare, sexy skin. Other than the string around her neck. From the back, she looked completely topless.
When she turned back, she came back to me, still standing in awe in her doorway. She reached her arms around my neck, whispered to me, "Been looking forward to this for a long time," and kissed me, tickling my lips, then our tongues together for just a very short moment.
"Tammy's so lucky," she said as she pulled away. I was panting, I haven't kissed another girl since before Tammy, and damn I wanted more! And that scent, her perfume. I don't what it was, but sexy... fuck! Tammy was right on one thing, I've always thought Mia was hot. And in that dress, just...oh my! I could hardly believe that later, I'd be making love with this girl. Damn, I didn't want to wait until 'later'.
"Love what you're wearing, by the way... makes me all gooey inside," she said as we drove to The Moonbeam. I glanced across at her, her red hair down her bare back, red lipstick, that dress, how it had pulled up on her legs when she got in the car. God, my dick was hard!
I thought about the vibrator Tammy had gotten that evening, wondering what Mia had done with the one she'd gotten.
And how the fuck was I going to pull off 'indifference' toward Tammy while she was being... who knew what with her Prince Charming of the wandering hands. Would she seriously let him finger her? Would she even have a choice? And what about that vibrator, what would that do to her? God, this was going to be a night to remember! If I survived. What if I had the same reaction as her other date with him, how traumatic is it going to be compared with a short video?
Suddenly, I was scared out of my mind! The girl on my other seat with her hand moving up my thigh wasn't helping, either.
Out of the blue, as we were pulling into the parking lot with no warning, Mia began squirming in her seat, squeezing her legs together, biting her lip, and letting out a little moan. Her hand wrapped around my shaft and squeezed, drawing an involuntary groan. Her eyes closed, and her breathing became a little ragged for a moment until she returned somewhat to normal. "Oh God, I wasn't expecting that!" she exclaimed, "I've never felt anything quite like that."
"You have any idea how much that turns a girl on?" she asked, kind of a rhetorical question. Obviously, I didn't.
I guess that answered the question, what she'd done with the vibrator. Now, I was even more curious about Tammy, and what it was going to do to her? I opened Mia's door like a gentleman, taking her hand and helping her up, Mia intentionally interlacing our fingers. Just her touch sent shivers through me.
I didn't notice how her dress slid up her legs when she climbed out, honest.
Saturday night, July 3
I followed Mia up the Moonbeam's walk, my eyes glued on that tight dress, her glorious behind, wishing again that we could just skip dinner, the four of us.
Inside, I told the hostess we were with another couple, looking around for them. "Ian and Tammy?" she asked. I nodded, thinking how weird that sounded, 'Ian and Tammy' as a couple, and she said to follow her, leading the way past the dance floor into a secluded back room.
Ian stood, giving Mia a short hug. "This is my boyfriend, Jason," she said, addressing both Ian and Tammy, giving me a squeeze around my waist. Funny how just that little squeeze ignited my libido even more than it already was. It also reminded me to glance down at my ring finger, the telltale ring was about ninety-five percent gone, not noticeable. It still felt weird not having it on but kinda hot, too.
"Jase," she went on, "this is my best friend of all time, Tammy, and her boyfriend, Ian, from Australia." She tried pronouncing Australia in that Aussie dialect, failing miserably.
Ian chuckled, "Think you'll need a little work on that," he said, "it's Australia," demonstrating an authentic accent. Hell, even I thought it was sexy, his accent.
Being introduced to my wife as her friend's boyfriend as if I didn't know her was fuckin' eerie!
I shook hands with Ian, also weird, shaking hands with this guy, knowing what he'd be doing with my wife later that night. This was going to be a bizarre evening.
We sat back down in our booth, Mia and me on one side, Tammy and Ian on the other. The little room was secluded but it wasn't private. There was one other booth and two tables, all three with couples, one couple older, maybe in their sixties, the two tables, couples roughly our age. Speakers were relaying the band's music from the main lounge area, albeit fairly softly, so that it was more background than dominating.
There were menus on the table but no one seemed interested in them. Tammy and Ian were looking at each other, their faces coming closer, finally lips together, and I was mesmerized, watching my wife kissing another man, tongue and all, the first time I'd ever seen such a thing. Not even that Friday, that night they'd skipped kissing completely. Hot didn't even begin to describe it.
I felt Mia's hand around my neck, pulling me, and looked at her, her lips parted slightly. We kissed like I'd wanted to that evening two weeks earlier, with her nearly naked on my lap. Had that only been two weeks ago?
My eyes were closed, an arm around Mia's back, feeling her bare skin, her tongue exploring my mouth when it all changed. Mia moaned, her body stiffened, and her lips stiffened just for a moment, then she began pulling at me, digging into my scalp, moaning into my mouth, her body beginning to shake and writhe, and I realized what was happening - the vibrator inside her!
She pulled away and I watched, her biting her lip, fingers tightening around my neck, tilting her head and pulling me to her so that our foreheads mashed together, and then it stopped. I could tell, how her body loosened, her panting calmed, "Oh fuck! God, that was intense," and she looked up at me, "I need you to fuck me right now so bad!" Fuckkk! You have no idea how badly I wanted to accommodate the girl!
I glanced across at Tammy. Her face was white, looking a lot like Mia's, her lipstick smeared, breathing hard. Mia began to squirm, "Let me out, I have to go to the ladies' room," she said. I scooted out, with Tammy getting out at the same time, and they both walked off, looking for the ladies' room. I'm not sure how I'd have reacted if Mia hadn't been there to keep me well distracted. This was new territory; far, far outside my comfort zone.
"You like my little experiment?" Ian asked me, a grin on his face, showing me the remote in his hand. "It's connected to both girls' toys." He handed it to me, and I couldn't help but turn it on a little, low at first, then gradually turning it up, leaving about a minute, and turning it back off. I'm going to need to get one of these, I thought.
"Australia, hunh, what are you doing in Laramie?" I asked him. Almost because I loved hearing him talk, his accent. I could sure see why Tammy would be drawn to him.
"Owned an art gallery here, finally managed to sell it, just here for that. Course, this girl is a bit of a draw, too. Just wish she wasn't married, I'd take her home with me."
Holy shit! That little revelation had my heart pounding, trying to maintain my cool. I cocked my head, "She's married? So, how's that work?"
He chuckled, "Yeah mate, don't think her husband knows 'bout me, she said he's gone on some business trip this weekend. I knew her before she was married, biggest regret of my life leaving her behind. I'd take her with me now in a heartbeat if she wasn't married. Even asked her, anyway, told me she won't leave her husband, though. I've never found another girl quite like her." He smiled, "in bed, especially. She's a hot one!"
Double, triple holy shit! I hadn't read that on Tammy's computer.
"Maybe someday she'll come to visit, though. I could show her a good time." He smiled, "kind of have some plans for later tonight, though, hoping she'll like it. Betting that you and your girl will too, maybe you can even get her to..."
And that's when Tammy and Mia were back.
Ian and I both slid over, letting the girls sit on the outside this time, their lipstick and makeup fixed. Who knows what else they'd done. Our waiter stopped by, asking for our drink order. The girls ordered wine, Ian ordered some drink concoction, and I asked for the same thing, whatever in hell it was. I had a feeling that I was going to need a little alcohol in my system to survive the night.
Before he could bring the drinks, Tammy's face turned into a grimace, and I noticed Ian's left hand, the one next to Tammy, was under the table. I strongly suspected, from Tammy's expression, that his fingers were exploring. Especially after what she'd told me a few days earlier, either his cock or his fingers were nearly always inside her. I presumed that was exactly what was happening. My wife was being finger-fucked right in front of meI
I squeezed my legs together, my cock almost painfully hard. I wanted to put my hand on Mia's leg but that shyness from younger days reasserted itself and I got cold feet, even after everything that had happened earlier, especially that 'five minutes in heaven' a few days ago. That is, until Mia found my hand and guided it to her leg, right at her dress's hemline, and whispered in my ear, "You can move it a little higher if you want."
My stomach was tied in knots. Hell yeah, I wanted, but it was a gradual shift, slowly pushing my hand up as we looked at our menus. All except Tammy, her eyes were closed, looking like she was trying hard to stay calm.
Mia and I were both being nonchalant, ignoring that my fingers were within an inch of her pussy, while we decided what to order.
There was no tablecloth so the couple at the table next to the opposite wall would be able to see whatever was happening under our table, seeing Ian Dixon's fingers inside my wife. Or at least know exactly what he was doing if her dress was obstructing the view.
Suddenly, my fingers felt the vibrations emanating from Mia's pussy. She let out a gasp, her breath quickened... and her hand went under the table, pulling mine directly over her silky panties, and pressed her legs tightly together. I pressed, rubbing over her panties, I couldn't believe this was happening, Tammy's very hot best friend, for God's sake! I wanted my fingers under her panties... I just couldn't, it wasn't me, badly as I wanted.
Her eyes were closed, letting out little moans, her hand under the table over mine, pressing it into her silky panties. My interest in the menu was somehow lost. I felt the vibrations that had been tormenting her and Tammy off and on since we'd been in the car in the parking lot.
Mia was biting her bottom lip, moaning, little 'oohs, and aahs', along with an admonition, "Don't stop, please," her legs tight and making those little sexy movements to my fingers. I was so close to coming myself when the vibrations stopped and I withdrew my hand.
The rest of dinner was relatively normal, whatever 'normal' could be described as; my wife with a sexy Australian that was predetermined to fuck her later, and me with Tammy's best friend, also with every intention of doing the same thing. At no point in my life had I ever anticipated anything like this happening. Not EVER!
I guess the most you could say about 'normal' was that Ian didn't turn the vibrators back on, letting us eat, not that I was particularly hungry. It's hard to eat when your stomach is doing constant flip-flops, trying to imagine what it's going to be like being in the same room with Tammy and Ian later. Along the way somewhere, right brain had given up the battle completely and had joined in with left brain in wanting to watch Ian Dixon fuck Tamara Hall.
And I won't deny that thoughts of Mia and me together never strayed far from my mind, either.
We finished dinner and Ian and I split the tab. Tammy, standing alongside us with Mia, said that she wanted to go dancing. Since the music and dance floor were in the next room, the rest of us agreed. Although, my preference was to go straight to wherever we were spending the night, presumably Ian's hotel room.
We found an empty table and shortly ordered another drink like before, except Ian, "I'm driving later, don't want to get familiar with the local coppers on my last night," he said. He asked the waitress, "You have any good non-alcoholic beer?"
"Only one we have is Samuel Adams," she told him. So, that's what he asked for.
He reminded me that I'd also be driving. Four of us were NOT going to fit in his two-seat Ferrari. I changed my order to Samuel Adams as well.
It was just a few minutes later that we were up dancing. It was a fast song, the type of dancing I do not do, but I wasn't about to tell Mia no. And I was glad I didn't, Mia doesn't just dance, she DANCES! Hands high over her head, twirling, pulling her dress up, just overall letting loose. She backed into me like a... like a... I don't even know what but sexy as hell, that smile on her face, rubbing her back on me, turning around and rubbing her breasts against me, yelling, to be heard above the music, "You like, don't you?"
Oh yeah, I liked! She could see it in my face without any verbal answer. She danced away, swishing her dress, pulling it up, and danced back to me, wrapping her arms around my neck, throwing her hair one way, then the other, letting me wrap my arms around her. It seemed pretty obvious she was taking this 'date' very seriously.
Okay, I was distracted from watching my wife, especially when the music changed to something slower and Mia wrapped her arms around my neck once again, pressing against me. Ahh, the feel of that silk dress, the skin of her back, her nearly bare tits pressed against my chest. "Pretty soon, we'll be naked doing this." She smiled as she said it, knowing that other people in the room heard her as well.
Which reminded me, where was Tammy? I looked for her, finding her and Ian maybe ten feet away, my eyes going wide. Tammy was tightly backed into him, her head leaned back against his, her mouth in an 'O', eyes closed, slowly shuffling around the floor.
That wasn't the primary thing attracting my attention, the ones that did were: 1. Ian's left arm wrapped around Tammy's chest, his hand under her dress, cupping her bare breast; 2. His right hand under her dress in the 'V' of her hemline, reached up between her legs. 3. Her words from one of her diary entries, if his cock wasn't inside me, his fingers were.
I didn't remember if those were her exact words, but it sure as hell was the gist, and right now he was doing exactly that right there on the dance floor! And she was letting him... damned well loving it, too!
I couldn't hear, they were too far away and the music too loud, but I could see the moans leaking from Tammy's lips, just as if they were spelled out overhead like in a comic book. He'd no doubt be rubbing his fingers inside her either over her g-spot or her clit
How were we not being shown the door? I guess there was enough dress covering to conceal what he was doing to her, but I knew. I knew because of what I'd read and knew about Ian Dixon and Tammy, but others wouldn't have known, not for sure, anyway. They should have, though, that look of lust on Tammy's face.
I dropped one hand from the soft skin of Mia's bare back to her ass, pulled her tight to my rock-hard shaft, and found her lips, kissing her hard, her lips kissing me back matching the intensity, both of us so fucking turned on, a low growl coming from her,
I was oblivious to everything else in the room until I felt a tapping on my shoulder, Ian, "It's time, we're going," he said.
Mia and I broke our kiss, just looking at each other, my heart pounding a hole in my chest, anticipating... We'd barely touched our drinks, not that I cared. I didn't like the crap anyway. Tasted about like I thought piss might taste.
"Follow us," Ian said, leading us outside to his bright red Ferrari, where he opened the passenger door for Tammy.
"We going to the hotel?" I asked.
"No, someplace else." My heart sank, I was more than ready to consummate a relationship with the beautiful Mia. To see Tammy and Ian together. There was no more opposition from right brain. It remained to be seen, however, when the moment of truth arrived. I was afraid that both right and left brain might mutiny like they had the other night.
He waited until Mia and I were behind him, and we heard the roar of the Ferrari's engine starting, sounding like a racetrack.
Laramie's not a big city, population a little over 30,000, about twenty minutes from one side of town to the other. About five minutes into the drive, Mia began groaning, "Ooh, he turned it on again," she moaned, squirming in her seat. I glanced over, her legs were pressed together, arms crossed over her chest, mouth open breathing deeply. It was hard watching the highway, making sure to not lose Ian. It was also hard to not put my hand on Mia's leg and slide it up under her dress, but I didn't want to crash the car, either, even if it wasn't a quarter-million-dollar car like the one in front of us.
It was a fair certainty that Ian wouldn't be having the same compunction with my wife. I wondered what was he doing to her right then. Hell, I knew what he'd be doing.
Mia was whimpering when we pulled into a parking lot. I hadn't paid any attention to where we were. Her hand was between her legs, rubbing herself. "We get inside and we're finding someplace we can fuck! Bastard has it turned low, just enough to torment..."
I had to struggle to suppress my grin, also thinking of Tammy.
I got out of the car and opened Mia's door, helping her out. "Where are we, what is this?" she asked, her legs shaky when she stood. "It's still... going."
I put an arm around her to steady her, "I have no idea, I didn't even notice when we pulled in."
Ian and Tammy were out of his Ferrari. I was almost afraid to just think of it as a 'car'. He was helping her, much as I was Mia. I wondered if she'd told him the same thing Mia told me just a moment ago. Okay, I was still having a little bit of a hard time processing that this guy was going to be fucking my wife in very short order... and I was going to be watching.
There was a back door to the building from the parking lot but no sign. We could hear music wafting out, apparently a nightclub, but we'd just left one, so why? I'd lived in this town half my life, we'd moved here when I was fourteen, but I had no idea where we were. Maybe it was that drink with dinner, maybe being drunk on lust, but I was half lost, no clue where we were.
We followed Ian and Tammy, his arm possessively around my wife's waist, holding her tight. There was no doubt something was going on, the way she was walking so unsteadily and clinging to him -- and I knew what, the vibrator inside her pussy. She doesn't wear heels often but enough that she's comfortable walking, not at all like those faltering steps.
We walked around the corner of the building and I stopped. It was a 'gentlemen's club, exotic dance', a friggin' strip club! Now I knew where we were, I remembered seeing this building, wondering about it, half wanting to bring Tammy here, right brain saying, 'Nah, not such a good idea,' left brain mostly agreeing but wanting to, anyway. Right brain won that little disagreement, we never had.
But now we were there, Ian had done everything he could to assure that all of Tammy's on-switches were flipped. Mia, too, as a by-product, all systems go.
I had no idea what to expect, I'd never been in a strip club in my life. There was a small lobby just inside the door with what was like a ticket booth at a movie theater, except this one had a big hunk of a bald guy behind it. The dude looked like he could lift the four of us simultaneously. Ian gave the guy a hundred-twenty dollars cash, twenty each for him and me, Tammy and Mia were free, plus coupons for eight drinks at ten bucks each. The sign behind the guy said those were mandatory whether we used them or not.
We also had to hand him our cell phones, no electronics allowed. This guy didn't look like someone to argue with, either. He placed all four in a bag with Ian's name on them and gave him a numbered receipt. Despite his looks, he seemed like a nice guy. Yeah, until somebody did something he didn't like. I suspected the 'nice' would wear off very quickly.
There was also a big sign on the back wall, 'NO TOUCHING THE DANCERS. KEEP YOUR FUCKING HANDS TO YOURSELF! VIOLATORS RECEIVE FREE AMBULANCE RIDE'. I wondered if they meant it. I kinda suspected so.
My heart was pounding when Ian pushed open the heavy black door from the ticket lobby. Like I said, I had no clue what to expect, other than naked girls, a stage, and a pole. Tammy and Mia looked... hell, like those vibrators inside them were still buzzing, Mia with a death grip on my hand.
Tammy and I have seen television scenes from inside strip clubs, cop shows, even a few movies. Daryl Hannah doing a strip scene in some movie, I forgo the name of, Demi Moore in Striptease. I didn't expect to see a Daryl Hannah, Demi Moore, or anyone like them in Laramie, Wyoming.
I would be wrong. The girl on the stage was drop-dead gorgeous, long blonde hair, wearing a bra like a skimpy bikini top and Daisy Duke-type shorts, except lots smaller and tighter, with a very nice camel toe, definitely wouldn't be safe for TV. I'd guess her at about our age, twenties, drop dead S E X Y!
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The seating area was lit by flashing, colorful strobes, and the girl on stage by a spotlight, a full-length, ceiling-height mirror along the entire back wall. It was hard to see that there even was a back wall, it just seemed to be an extension of the room, looking back onto the stage and the beautiful girl dancing. It was Saturday night so the place was packed, probably a hundred or more people, a few women, maybe a dozen or so, all attractive. I was surprised that there was an empty table back one row of tables back from the stage. The floor had a slight slope, so all the tables had good viewing.
After we sat, Mia leaned over and whispered to me, "He turned it off, thank God... except I'm so fucking horny!" Think that wasn't intentional? I think there's not much debate on the matter.
As soon as we sat, another very pretty girl, dressed just like the girl on stage, stopped at our table and asked what we'd like to drink, adding, "You want a lap dance, just let me know. I'll send whatever girl you want."
The girl on stage was on the pole, wrapping her legs around it, slowly shimmying up it. It was probably about a twelve-foot ceiling and she'd climbed to the top, holding herself there with her legs and one arm. The other went behind her and she unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. This girl wasn't only very pretty, but she was also good.
She slid back down the pole upside down, holding her arms out, facing away from the pole so that we could all see those perky tits. At the bottom, she picked up her bra and other clothes she'd taken off before we got there, then the money from the edge of the stage, stuffing it in a little bag that had been there, then stepped down the two steps into the seating area. She was fucking hot! Not that I noticed.
Another girl came on stage, a DJ giving her name as Crystal, every bit as pretty as the girl who'd just performed, who we now knew was Amber. I leaned over and whispered in Mia's ear, "Bet you could do better up there, much nicer boobs."
She laughed, saying, "It's not going to happen, don't even think it... but I'd sure take you to the ladies' room."
Damn, it was tempting! Except I wanted Tammy to be there, to see, and not a bathroom quickie.
The new girl, Crystal was dancing. She had on a skirt, blouse, and heels. One of the skimpily-clad waitresses had spoken to Amber and led her to a table about ten feet from us. An older man, maybe fortyish, gave her some bills, and she began dancing for him, right in front of him. I was mesmerized, watching this girl entertaining a man she'd probably never seen before. Or maybe she had, maybe he was a regular, who knows? Not that it mattered.
She sat on his lap, rubbing herself on him, her tits inches away from his face. The lucky guy was licking his lips, watching, following the rules, and keeping his hands to himself when Amber scooted off his lap and very slowly slid her shorts down, nothing under them, gyrating her body as she did, so that she was completely naked except for her heels, sitting back down on his lap. This time she rubbed her naked nipples against his lips, teasing him. How could this not turn a girl on, even if she did do it regularly? Especially, with her legs spread across his lap, rubbing her pussy on the tentpole in his pants.
Mia was watching her along with me and whispered in my ear, "That's so sexy, poor guy must be about to come in his pants."
"What about her, think it turns her on, too?" I asked back, rubbing my hands on her inner thigh just below her pussy. Glancing at Tammy and Ian, I was guessing he wasn't being quite so discrete with his fingers, probably tickling her g-spot as Mia and I spoke.
"How could it not?" she mirrored my thoughts exactly. "And she's so sexy, can we take her home with us?"
I laughed, "Don't think they do that. She's probably married, anyway, he's likely here somewhere enjoying every second." She let out a little chuckle, not responding. God, it'd be hot to be sitting out here somewhere, discretely watching your wife.
There were a couple other girls giving the same kind of dance in the room, but my eyes were on Amber. She whispered in his ear, and his smile widened, both of them getting up and her leading him toward the back. Fuckkk!
Crystal was coming off the stage. She'd gotten completely naked and had slipped a pair of thong panties back on before walking into the crowd.
We watched another half-hour or so, some of the girls not quite so pretty, but pretty nonetheless, none nearly as talented as Amber had been on the pole. We'd been spoiled by the first girl we saw.
Mia had changed positions, sitting on my lap, not like the strippers, straddling, but across my legs, an arm around my neck. Still, though, her bottom against my erection was doing a major number on me. My hand had ventured between her legs, rubbing gently on a very sexy-feeling pair of panties, but still, I refrained from venturing inside them. Pretty sure she'd have been receptive to it, though, the way she was rubbing on me.
Tammy was sitting on Ian's lap, except straddling him facing away, her legs spread apart, and I was guessing his hand was doing a lot more than mine between her legs. I was wishing Mia and I were at a table on the other side where we could see what he was doing. Some of the heads on those tables sure seemed to be looking their way. He whispered something in her ear, and whatever it was, her face turned a bright red, and an emphatic "No" came from her mouth.
I had no idea what had just happened, Tammy had written that she never could say no to him. What could he have said that got such an emphatic response? Mia looked as confused as I did.
He must have seen the confusion on our faces, "All I did," he said, "was ask her if she was ready to give me my going away present, All I want is a lap dance like Amber just did.
Tammy's face was still red, and I understood why. Those girls had gotten naked. No way would Tammy do something like that in here. But I did notice one thing, her nipples had been quite 'prominent' under her dress all evening. Now, they looked hard as a diamond. She was fuckin' turned on by the idea!
"They wouldn't even allow it," Tammy spoke up, "only the girls who work here can do that. Besides, I could never... "
Ian raised his arm, waving one of the waitress girls over. "Is there a rule against a female customer giving a guy a lap dance?" he asked her when she'd stopped at our table. Her name tag said 'Jayme'.
She smiled, "No, it happens once in a while, has to follow the same 'no touching' rule, though."
Ian smiled, and so did I, in my head where Tammy couldn't see it, "This rule, does that mean the girl can't touch, either?" he asked.
She was still smiling, "The only thing she can't touch is the guy's dick." She looked at Tammy, "I'll be looking forward to it," she said with a smile, "and just to clarify, the no touching is with his hands. He can use his mouth as much as the girl wants, just no touching genitals."
That last sentence brought out the blush in Tammy even more. "The answer is still no," she said, "I just can't, I've never..."
And suddenly, Mia jumped, letting out a little moan. Tammy, too.
"Now, you'll find out the real reason for the vibrator," he told Tammy, "I thought you might be a little reluctant so thought it might be a little incentive. It's going to be turned up every few minutes until you agree. Pretty sure that by the time it's up all the way, you'll have a very hard time holding your orgasm, and by then it'll no doubt be very strong, very vocal. Think about that in this room... your choice."
Tammy was whimpering, "Ian... "
"Besides, I know you," he said, "you really do want to, you're just afraid. Just look at this as an incentive to do what you know you want."
Tammy looked in a panic. And I think what he'd just said was starting to soak into Mia as well. After all, she had the same vibrator inside her.
That Australian accent was so intoxicating!
"I... can't..." Tammy whimpered, and I felt Mia's vibrator pick up speed. Mia began with moans as well.
"Oh, one more thing," Ian added, "there's another setting that you haven't experienced yet, perhaps a short sample would be in order."
Suddenly Mia jumped, her eyes rolling up, her hands going to her pussy. Tammy was flailing, nearly falling off Ian's lap. And then it stopped, both girls looking dazed, breathing hard. "It's the clit stimulator, quite effective, don't you think? When you do start to come, it'll be turned on full to assure a very hard orgasm."
The blush color had drained from Tammy's face, replaced with whiteness. My cock had exploded, every ounce of blood congregating between my legs. I couldn't fucking believe this!
Mia as well, her body shaking. I think he'd just turned it up another notch.
"Tam..." Mia was whimpering. "I'm so close..."
"Girl... you have to do it, too, I'm not doing this by myself."
Ian chuckled, "Actually, you are," he said, "even if you both do it, it'll be one at a time, Tammy, dearest, you'll be first."
"I'll do it," Mia softly muttered, "after Tammy."
My wife groaned, "Mia... I... " and Ian turned the vibrators up another level.
"It's at fifty percent now, I believe that's the highest it's been all evening," he told them.
Something that Tammy had written in one of her diary entries popped into my sex-addled brain, 'He has no decency filter.' It made me chuckle, then the rest of what she'd written, 'And I loved it'. No way in hell could any 'normal' person have dreamed up this scheme, much less done it. Of course, no normal person would have been finger-fucking another guy's wife on a public dance floor, either.
She looked across the table at me, so near a laugh, "It's not funny!" she screeched.
Actually, it was, damned funny. I tried to assume a 'serious' face, though, it was hard.
Tammy closed her eyes, that grimace of stricken resignation on her face, her body shaking, "Okay," she finally agreed, barely audible, and I felt the tension go out of Mia as the vibrations were turned off.
Ian's smile was a mile wide as was mine. I couldn't believe this was going to happen, my wife, my Tammy, a nude lap dance in this public place. Ian motioned for the waitress again, the same one as a few minutes ago.
"Would it be too much trouble to set a chair up on the stage, our girls would like to give a lap dance, and I'm sure they'd like it to be where everyone can enjoy it."
Tammy's and Mia's eyes grew wide, their faces turning white all over again.
"And one more thing," he began to ask Jaime, "I'm sure you're familiar with many of the customers here, could you find a couple handsome, young guys that might enjoy a dance from a beautiful lady?
Both girls' eyes were wide, "That wasn't... " Tammy started to say.
"I never said it was for me or Jason, just that I wanted to see a lap dance," he clarified, "and since you've both agreed..."
"I'll have to check with the manager to see if we can do that," Jayme told us, "we've never done it before."
Tammy looked almost in a panic, "Ian... I..."
Mia interrupted, "Girl, let's go with it. They want a show, let's give them one they'll never forget! Besides, just think about it, some hot guy, we're in charge. I want to do this. Let's have a little fun. Besides, it's gonna be so hot!" She looked over at Ian, "and keep those buzzers going, too, this is going to be epic!"
Tammy stared at her friend, the color coming back to her face, even a little bit of a smile. "Okay," she finally said, "I'll do it."
Fuckkk! My heart was racing. Never in a freakin' million years!
Jayme was back in about three minutes, "You have ten minutes each. I assume you'll want music?"
Tammy and Mia looked at each other, "Yeah, sounds good," Mia answered.
"It'll be about fifteen minutes, after Tawny finishes, Meadow's ready to go, then after her, you'll be on."
This was going to happen; Tammy on that stage, stripping, lap-dancing for some random, lucky stiff!
"I have to use the restroom," Tammy said, scooting her chair back and getting up. Mia followed.
Ian was all smiles after they left. "You had this planned from the beginning, didn't you?" I asked him.
"Think her husband would be surprised?" he asked. Too bad he isn't here, see what a vixen his wife can be when she sets her mind to it.
I laughed, "Yeah, I'm guessing he probably would. "Guess you had this chick pretty well pegged."
"We talked about it when I here before. She said she'd never do anything like that, I wanted to prove her wrong. I think she would have, but I had to leave. This is even better now that she's a little older, married, and has her career."
"And Mia?" I asked, curious how she played in his plan.
"She's a bonus. I was thinking about this, then when Tam said we were doubling tonight, all the better."
I'd completely forgotten about the two guys that Jayme was going to find. I looked around the room, not finding her anywhere. "Wonder where Jayme is, if she's found those two guys," I mentioned.
Ian laughed, "That part was just spur of the moment, I hadn't even thought about this being on the stage or with someone else until right then."
The next several minutes we watched the dancer on stage, Meadow. I couldn't help but wonder what these girls' real names were. What were they like in real life? College students paying their way, a boyfriend, even husband sitting out here somewhere getting turned on? bored kids of rich parents, maybe; paying for their next drug fix? I doubted that, these girls seemed too pretty, too well put together. I chuckled to myself, wondering if any might be nursing students paying their tuition.
I'd never know, I doubted that we'd be getting to know any of them on a first-name basis outside this club, likely not taking Amber home with us like Mia had suggested. One thing every girl in here did have in common, though, is that they were all very pretty.
As the minutes ticked closer, I was wishing that Tammy and Mia would come back from the ladies' room. Heck, maybe they'd made a run for it, were outside right now walking, hoping for someone to stop and give them a ride. I didn't think so. Mia, especially, seemed pretty into this thing once she decided to do it.
Meadow seemed to be winding down her routine, she was naked except for a g-string that she'd teased several times but hadn't pushed more than a couple inches down her toned legs. Under any other circumstances, any of these girls would have had my heart racing to watch, but these next two acts were dominating all the vacant spaces in my head, right and left brain.
Meadow began picking up the clothes she'd left on the stage and began walking off when she stopped, looked behind her, pushed her g-string to the floor, then walked the rest of the way off stage.
It was time! And where were our girls?
I was beginning to panic when the DJ began to say, "And now a special treat... "
Tammy and Mia were nowhere to be seen.
He continued, using Tammy's real name, and my panic finally subsided when she walked out from the back room where all the other girls had come from.
God, Tammy looked sexy, my heart was pounding, she looked scared to death, even with the smile on her face. The crowd was roaring.
And Jayme was leading a guy by the hand. They'd put a single chair at the front of the stage. Tammy stood there, wringing her hands, watching Jayme lead the guy up the steps. He looked older, I put him at thirty-seven (a WAG, wild-assed guess), exactly ten years older than my gorgeous bride; a neatly trimmed beard and mustache, hair and beard - dark brown, a little taller than me.
There wasn't anything particularly special about him; a normal, fairly good-looking guy, but if I was a woman I'd probably think he was attractive, maybe even sexy. I know that Tammy's always had a thing for a man with a beard, she'd tried several times to talk me into growing one. I tried once but didn't like the itch. It just never appealed to me, either. I don't know, maybe after this... Have to wait and see.
He sat in the chair, Jayme whispered something to him, and Tammy approached, standing right in front of him. Ian and I were about six feet back from the stage, Tammy and her guy a couple feet beyond the edge, probably a total of eight feet or so total away from us. "I'm nervous, never done anything like this before," Tammy said to the guy. I had no idea his name, so I'll call him 'John' (seemed kind of appropriate).
Thankfully, we were close enough to hear. He looked out toward the crowd, a little chuckle, "You and me both! This isn't exactly what I was expecting tonight."
"Me either, this is all my boyfriend's doing... but... for the record, I think you're hot. And I think I'm going to enjoy this."
He got a broad smile on his face, "For the record... YOU are the hot one. I KNOW I'm going to enjoy it."
Tammy smiled, "Let the games begin, shall we." My wife began dancing. She looked out at us, first toward Ian, then me, lingering just a moment, then back toward her 'victim', smiling at him.
Tammy was trying to look calm. Inside, she had to be a nervous wreck. I leaned across our table and asked Ian, "The vibrator?"
He smiled, nodding, "Low," he answered, very softly.
So, Tammy was doing this with a hum going inside her pussy. That had to be adding a little something to her emotional state, I thought. The tension inside me was more like a raging wildfire.
She toyed with the hemline of her dress, pulling it up, letting it fall back, pulling it up again just a bit higher, doing that several times, then sat on John's lap, legs spread wide, leaning in to kiss him. God, I was squirming in my seat watching my wife kissing this total stranger. Not just a little kiss, either, a full-blown tongue-exchanging kiss, her arms wrapping around him. He kept his arms by his side, it had to take monumental willpower.
Tammy pulled away slightly, whispering in his ear, and I was wishing that we were closer. He seemed to agree with whatever she'd said, and Tammy smiled, beginning to unbutton his shirt. What...? She spread it apart, running her hands over his now bare chest, a little hairy.
Then my eyes got big, my heart pounded, and I could hardly breathe - Tammy looked down, beginning to undo one of the buttons of her dress. That dress was more like a silky bathrobe, held together only by two buttons, one shortly below her breasts, the other about at her navel, the first she unbuttoned, looked up at her guy, smiling at him, watching him as her fingers moved from the first button to the other, hesitating.
I felt like the world was exploding in front of me, the blood rushing to my head as Tammy smiled, slipped that button through the hole... and pulled open her dress! I didn't think she'd go through with it, but there was my wife revealing her nearly naked body to the guy in front of her, to the room, letting it slip from her shoulders and fall to the floor. Holy fucking shit!! My wife, Tamara, was naked, except nothing more than a very skimpy, very sexy, pink thong, straddling a strange guy's lap!
I was barely able to sit, trying hard to breathe normally, not believing what my eyes were trying to tell me.
'John' was staring at her, hell there were dozens of sets of eyes staring at her! This was so far outside anything I'd ever imagined of Tammy that my mind was blank of any rational thoughts, only taking in that sight of my nearly naked wife sitting on some guy's lap in front of I don't how many people.
She crushed herself against his chest, kissing him again, grinding her thong-clad pussy against him. He had to be nearly out of his mind, I know for fucking damned sure I was!
It was only a moment later that the stakes were raised exponentially, she pulled his mouth to one of her breasts, and he wrapped his lips around her, sucking it in.
Tammy seemed oblivious to the crowd watching, her hands digging into his scalp, her mouth open, moaning, the guy sucking hard on her right tit. "Oh God, Oh God," she was repeating over and over, not even trying to stifle her cries.
I was wishing I had that remote in my hand, then realized that Ian did, "Turned it up," he said, apparently reading my mind.
Tammy suddenly pulled her tit from his mouth, stood, and slid her thong down, now completely naked, except those fucking sexy high heels, and sat back down on his lap, legs spread wide, grinding her naked pussy against a substantial bulge in his jeans, pulling his mouth back to her other tit. Her face was... how the hell do I say it, eyes closed, mouth open -- fuckin indescribable, the whole so much more than the parts.
My dick was fucking hard! All of this I had NOT expected! No friggin' way... my Tammy...!
"Oh Fuckkk!" Tammy moaned as her undulating body began violently spasming against him, a hard grimace on her face.
I fought to control the emotions that were roiling through my body, "Might want to turn that thing up a little more," I calmly suggested. At least I thought it was calm, for all I knew it might have come out as a tortured scream.
"Got it, done, mate, damn!" Ian said.
Tammy's head was thrown back, fingers digging into John's scalp pulling his mouth harder onto her tit. I couldn't breathe, watching my wife in the throes of a violent orgasm in front of all these people.
I'm sure Tammy's time went way past her allotted ten minutes, but her music kept going, and she wouldn't have been able to stop in any case. It seemed that her orgasm went on for at least that long. When it was over, it seemed like another several minutes for her to calm down. When she did, she took her guy's face in her hands and passionately kissed him once again before she looked out into the crowd, acting like she finally realized where she was and what she'd done. Her face turned bright red, she climbed off him, and picked up her dress, holding it up in front of her like she was trying to preserve her modesty. A little late for that!
She picked up her panties and dropped them in John's lap, "Keep them, souvenir," she said, still panting, then made her way down the steps and back to our table, sitting, her body a sheen of sweat. I don't know if she even realized she was still naked. Holding that dress up in front of her didn't do a hell of a lot to hide anything.
"Might want to put it on," Ian suggested
She stood, her legs still shaky, and Ian helped her with her dress, wrapping it around her, then buttoning it for her. She sat again and I heard her whispering to Ian, "You need to get me out of here and fuck me!"
I have no idea how I managed to avoid a mess in my pants. I'm guessing that 'John' most likely hadn't. Either that or he's superhuman.
Jayme and another of the girls started gathering cash from the stage. I'd been a little engrossed and hadn't even noticed people leaving it. Jayme brought it to Tammy, but she told them to keep it and split it with the other girls.
Even knowing what Tammy had just done, the fact that she was sitting across from me in that short, very revealing dress, no panties, was doing a major number on me. Maybe too, the fact that Ian's hand had just ventured under the table, and Tammy's eyes had sort of rolled up in her head, her body doing its little shuddery thing. And if her protruding nipples were hard before...!
That was about the time the DJ announced, "The second half of our special treat coming up in just a moment, wasn't Tammy something! Maybe she'll come back again sometime, for a repeat. We can sure hope, huh? Bet you'll be hoping so, won't you Derek?"
So the guy's name was Derek. Speaking of him, I had no idea where he'd gone, probably the men's room to 'adjust'. I was aching to talk to Tammy about what she'd just experienced. It'll have to wait, cuz for now, she was still Ian's date, I had just met her that night.
Ian excused himself, he said he needed to use the restroom. Yeah, I'll bet, I thought. So do I, but not to take a leak.
Jayme escorted another guy up to the stage, this time a much younger guy, I'd guess barely over twenty-one. He looked like some college basketball jock, at least six-five, thin, hair to his shoulders; smooth, baby-face, looking scared to death. He looked like the kind of guy that hadn't ever been to a place like this, maybe never had a girl, either. Well, if that was the case, he was about to get an eye-opening, I was pretty damned sure.
Mia began walking across the stage, her 'model's' walk that she'd shown me the other night in our living room, wearing that emerald green dress that looked so damned good with her thick, long, red hair. God, she looked mouth-watering! Spectacular in that dress. Her guy sitting in the chair on the stage had twisted around, watching her every delicious step. Mia could have been a model, except she's short, only about 5'3". But, damn, what she lacks in height, she sure as hell makes up for with her figure and looks, charisma, too.
Where Tammy had looked scared to death when she started, Mia looked... confident... sexy, like she knew exactly what she was doing and had done this a thousand times before.
She was a girl who could have any guy she wanted and had pretty much as long as I'd known her. That was a big part of the reason I was so shocked that she was interested in me when I read Tammy's diary.
Mia was in front of her guy toying with the hemline of her skirt, much like Tammy had started. When the music began, she started dancing, running her hands over her body, looking like a vixen who knows she's a vixen. She turned around, looking over her shoulder at him, showing off that bare, sexy back, and lifted her dress showing off her thong-clad ass for just an instant before letting it drop again.
She stepped back, only a step, and sat down on his lap, scooting back and grinding against him. I'd experienced the scent of Mia's perfume, and that alone would be enough to raise a dead man. She leaned over, kissing him on the cheek, and slipped her thong down her sexy legs, handing it to him.
Still on his lap, tickling his ear with her tongue, Mia slipped a strap off one shoulder, then the other, and held her hands over her breasts to keep it from falling. She stood, turned, facing him, beginning to do a little dance, still holding her dress over her tits.
Ian was back, I hadn't even noticed when he'd sat down.
I glanced away, over at Tammy. She was biting her bottom lip, eyes closed, her face contorted in a grimace. There wasn't much doubt about where Ian's fingers were or what he was doing with them. Her pussy had to be drenched, dripping. At least she'd gotten a little relief with that orgasm she'd just experienced. He whispered to her but loud enough for me to hear, "Don't let yourself come again... not much longer."
"Think it's time to turn it up a little," Ian said, and almost immediately, Mia let out a gasp, and dropped her dress, baring her breasts. She stood there momentarily, gasping, her hands between her legs, her dress hung up on her hips.
Tammy had almost the same reaction, doubled over in her chair, breathless, with the extra stimulation of Ian's fingers in her pussy, trying to keep herself from coming.
I looked back at Mia, she'd dropped her dress to the floor and was completely naked. Between Tammy, her breasts and nipples so prominent, Ian fingering her, and Mia, stark-naked on stage, vibrators going hard in both their pussies, my heart was pounding and I was enjoying this!
Mia was right in front of her guy, fondling herself with one hand between her legs, the other caressing a breast, fingers gradually pinching a nipple, undulating her naked hips within inches of his face, and moaning. After a moment, I have no idea how long as I was somewhere off in la la land, she leaned toward him, supporting herself with her hands on his thighs, a nipple gently brushing against his lips. "She wants to be sucked, big boy... really bad."
Ian chuckled, handing me the remote. I looked at it for about two seconds, saw the settings, especially the one that said, 'clit', and turned that dial to high.
Tammy threw her head back, "Oh fuck!" she moaned, biting down on her lower lip.
"Don't. Come," Ian admonished her again as she let out another loud groan.
Tammy's body was shaking, her face white, eyes glassy as she sat next to Ian, moaning.
Mia was grinding her naked pussy on the young guy who was doing his best to swallow one of her tits, her fingers digging into his scalp much as Tammy had, and I switched it off. She sat there, panting, wrapping her arms around his head, pulling him between her tits, and the music stopped, giving her the signal that her time was up.
When she stood and helped her college guy up, there was a huge tent in his pants with a very clear wet spot covering his groin. Mia retrieved her dress, slipped it over her head, and pulled the hem down. Her guy stepped down off the stage, followed by Mia, who turned her back to me and asked me to zip her.
"Now, can we get out of here?" Tammy asked.
Hell yes, I was so fucking ready! We left with the stage covered in bills. On our way out, collecting our cell phones, the big guy at the desk told us, "Y'all come on back, free admission and drinks next time."
It was a long, fifteen-minute drive following Ian and Tammy back to his hotel. The closer we got, the more nervous I became, my stomach tying into knots, realizing that within a very few minutes, I was going to be in the same room, watching, as another guy fucked my horny wife, remembering what it had been like just seeing on my little phone screen. And in Tammy's current emotional state...!
Mia was laying back in her seat for several minutes, trying to recover from her experience in that club. Somewhere between five and ten minutes into the drive, I'd guess, she sat up, reached between her legs, let out a little moan, and pulled the vibrator from her pussy. "This thing's evil," she said, "but, God, I love it!" It was soaking wet.
I watched this little exhibition out of the corner of my eyes, so turned on I could hardly stand it. God, the anticipation...!
But then, my hand just sort of did its own thing, resting on Mia's knee, sliding up under her dress, touching her naked pussy lips for the first time, feeling the wetness, how smooth her bare skin was, finding the slit between her lips, two fingers pressing inside...
Mia spread her legs apart, groaning, "Ooh, fuck! Keep that up and you're going to have to stop and finish the job." This was the first time my fingers had touched inside a girl other than Tammy since... Hell, any girl other than Tammy.
She felt... different. I can't explain it but was definitely different from my wife. Those two fingers pressed deeper, curling inside her, I suddenly remembered what Ian had told my wife, "Don't. Come." I told her.
Mia sat there, moaning, her hips humping my fingers, her hand over mine, her other hand stroking her breast. God, my dick was hard and ready to explode!
We pulled into the Hilton's parking lot and had to park four spaces away from Ian's Ferrari. What the hell does it cost to lease a Ferrari for a month? What a stupid thought for a time like this.
I pulled my fingers from Mia's pussy, and she leaned over, kissing me. "I am so going to fuck you hard!" she said before she opened her door and climbed out, leaving me panting, looking at that fucking sexy ass climbing out of my car.
I climbed out right behind her, breathing hard from what she'd just said, scared shitless of what was going to happen in that hotel room. The closer the time came, the more the doubts were coalescing in my mind, all jumbled by Mia, sitting next to me. To put it fucking mildly, I was an emotional wreck, scared out of my mind!
Ian and Tammy were already out, him carrying her, Tammy's arms wrapped around his neck, their lips locked together, like newlyweds across the threshold. Both were oblivious to Tammy's dress hanging, pretty much showing everything. Mia and I followed through the lobby, Mia holding my hand tightly. Perhaps she had some idea as to the demons that had invaded my head over the last several minutes.
Ian set my wife down in the elevator and reached around her, fondling her breast under her dress like he had done so much earlier in the evening. After the elevator reached the fourth floor, the four of us walked down the hall to room 418, my heart beating a hole in my chest.
Ian seemed to be the only one of the four of us to be calm and collected, digging the keycard out of his pocket. Mia's hand was clammy with sweat, I was a nervous wreck, and Tammy... do I need say?
He found the key, opened the door, and we were in his room, the door swinging closed behind us. The same door he'd pushed Tammy against a week ago. I made a very quick survey of his room; a VERY large bed, huge in fact, and a couch separating the bed area from the living area that had two easy chairs, a desk, table, and two dining chairs, besides the couch.
We couldn't have been inside more than two or three seconds before Ian had flipped the straps off Tammy's shoulders, and she was totally naked, her black dress pooled on the floor. "Fuck me, Ian, now!" she practically demanded.
He looked around the room, coming to an executive decision rather rapidly, maybe another half-second, "Couch, back of the couch."
I'm sure we hadn't been in that room more than ten seconds total before Ian's pants were down and his dick was inside my wife. She was leaning over, supporting herself on the back of the couch, legs spread apart, her tits bouncing, "Ooh, Ooh, fuck!" she was groaning, her head thrashing back and forth, as his dick disappeared inside her. And the fucking guy was pornstar big! It all seemed in slow motion, his hands on my wife's naked hips... and then it wasn't slow motion anymore.
His pants were down around his ankles, his cock thrusting inside my Tammy, literally lifting her feet off the floor, Tammy's screams filling the room, my heart pounding at the sight... and then... I felt my pants dropping to the floor, and a hot, wet mouth wrapped around my cock. I looked down, Mia on her knees in front of me, my rock-hard cock being swallowed. And I mean 'swallowed' literally. I felt the moment that Mia's throat opened up, letting my cock slide in.
I'd heard of it, dreamed what it might be like, but oh shit! The experience was... fuckkk!
"Oh God, Mia, I'm going to...!" Her hands grabbed my buttocks and pulled me in deeper. Tammy had never... "Ohh, shit!" The night, the strip club, Tammy, Ian, Mia's mouth... it was all too much! And the cum exploded out of me, synchronous with one of Tammy's screams. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth, the orgasm wracking through my body like I'd imagine a freight train smashing through a brick wall. It went on, spurt after spurt down Mia's throat, her swallows milking me dry.
When I recovered, at least a little, Ian was still fucking my girl, and how! She'd collapsed on the back of the couch, Ian holding her legs, flailing behind him, pounding his cock into her, slamming his body into hers, Tammy screaming, "Fuck me, Ian, fuck me... hard!" He had to be at least eight inches, eight FAT inches, every millimeter pounding into my wife.
Tammy's groans had reached a fevered pitch, interspersed occasionally with, "Fuck me, fuck me!"
This was exactly what I'd been so afraid of, what this guy could do to my wife. But oh my God, it was so fucking hot! I'd never even dreamed of such a thing. This was a porn movie times a hundred... times a thousand! And it was my fucking wife!
Suddenly it all changed, Tammy began screaming, her body shuddering, flailing. Ian's face and every muscle contorted into... something... fingers digging into her waist where he'd been gripping her, his cock plunged deep inside her, his pelvis pressed tightly against her ass, "Oh shit, oh shit!" followed by inhuman groans and grunts, both male and female, two bodies joined together, both glistening in sweat.
Despite what Mia had just done to me, I was hard as a stone pillar! Reminding me of the time Tammy and I had visited Arches National Park, the giant stone 'cocks' as Tammy had called them, that had withstood the millennia. What a stupid thought at a time like this.
I suddenly needed to fuck her, Mia, couldn't wait another second. Tammy wanted to watch, had said so many times. That was up to her, if she could twist around and see, great, but Mia and me... now!
My whole body was shaking, getting Mia's dress off her, leaving her heels; I think heels are so fucking sexy. God, Mia was a beautiful, fucking sexy woman! My western shirt had snaps, damned good -- we'd have ripped buttons, Mia pulling at them as well.
Mia looked surprised when I picked her up, dropping her on the bed face down, "On your knees," I told her. Her upper body was down on the bed, she pulled her knees up under her so that gorgeous, naked ass was propped up, so fucking enticing! No panties, she'd left them with her basketball player. I let out a huge groan as my cock slipped inside, feeling the inside of a woman other than Tammy for the first time in so many years. And what a fucking 'feeling' it was! She was hot, wet, and tight, pushing back against me, groaning.
God, I was still trying to believe this, Mia... the sexiest girl I've ever known... and I was fucking her, my hard dick inside her, so swollen, so hard! I was buried so friggin' deep inside her. She was pushing, I was pushing. If it hadn't been for that blowjob minutes ago...
I pulled out of her, just a little, and plunged back. She let out a loud groan. Did it again, a little more this time. God, the feeling! The emotional upheaval, this was so wrong, so fucking delicious! I glanced, Tammy was watching, off the back of the couch. I remembered how Ian had just fucked her, like two minutes ago. I pulled out of Mia, all the way this time, and slammed back into her. She squealed, a noise I hadn't heard before, ever.
I pulled iout again, all the way so that the head of my cock was barely inside her, wet with her juices, glistening. I thrust into her, gripping her hips, pulling her onto me.
Mia was wailing, renewed with every thrust. We did it again... and again...I have no idea what noises were coming from me, all I know is that I was groaning, fucking this sexy, beautiful, naked girl... and she was loving it!
Tammy's hand was between her legs watching her best friend and her husband fucking each other.
I began to feel the familiar, exquisite feeling of an impending orgasm. Mia's wailing had reached a new high, her pussy squeezing me, like she was milking me, trying to pull the cum from my cock... and damn well succeeding! I tried holding it back, but couldn't. The orgasm doubled me over with its intensity. Mia began screaming when the gush of cum was first released inside her, deep inside her, my cock buried to the hilt.
Even with the intensity of the orgasms Tammy and I had been having the last few weeks, they seemed like nothing compared to this. That vision from moments ago, Ian buried inside my wife, her screams, Mia's earth-shattering screams, all of it culminated in what could only be described as monumental, historic!
I could barely breathe and collapsed on the bed, Mia as well, not fucking believing what had just happened! That I'd just fucked my wife's best friend. We actually, fucking did it!
Later, the four of us had recovered, at least somewhat, cleaned up, and Ian suggested we try out the hot tub on his deck. The girls complained that people would see us, which brought some guffaws and teasing from Ian and me, as if our girls hadn't already been seen that night... and seemed to have liked that well enough.
Tammy and Mia peeked outside, holding the blinds closed enough to hide them if there had been someone watching. Seeing these two parading around our room naked, all worried about someone seeing them was enough to make me hard all over again, even after what we'd just done.
"It's dark out there," Mia said. Apparently, they were both satisfied with the privacy from the darkness on the deck. Tammy opened the door and stepped out, followed by Mia. Ian said the hot tub had been advertised as a four-person, but it was going to be a tight fit, not that there was anything wrong with that. We settled down into the bubbling water, Mia and me on one side, Tammy and Ian on the other, the girls with their boobs just above the water, enough to be sexy as fuck.
Anyone at some windows could see, there was another hotel, the Best Western, just across the parking lot. If anyone had been out, maybe walking to their car, they could have seen, too. Except Ian's porch light was off so the patio was mostly dark, lit only by the parking lot lights and what light was filtering through the blind from his room.
"I think I deserve a kiss," Mia said, leaning her body over mine and initiating a long, smoldering, tongue-twisting kiss. My hand just naturally migrated to one of her magnificent breasts, kneading it, pinching her nipple, eliciting small moans from her.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Ian's mouth descending on Tammy's breast. He lifted her, sitting her on the edge of the tub, and kissed the inside of her thigh, working his way up. He looked up at her, "I hope you know, the night's still young." Tammy, sitting naked on the edge of the tub, sat there, leaning back, supported on her arms, legs spread apart, her chest and tits thrust out, and sighed as his lips made contact with her pussy.
Within minutes, Tammy, just inches away it seemed, was moaning with Ian's face firmly planted between her legs. Mia's hand was working my cock under the water, already hard again, up and down, squeezing and releasing at just the right times. Mine was between her legs, exploring her depths, fingers curling inside her, twisting, no longer afraid to do what they'd wanted all night, doing their best to drive Mia wild... and succeeding quite nicely it seemed from her reaction.
Ian climbed out of the tub, water dripping off him, that cock already back to at least seven-eight inches, took a couple steps and flipped on the floodlights bathing the patio in bright, white light. Now, there was no doubt, anyone who happened to be in one of the Best Western rooms with an open blind could see, their eyes would be drawn to this specific patio.
"Ian... " Tammy started to screech when she'd regained her wits.
But before she could react further, he'd climbed back in the tub and his dick was inside her, her protests replaced by a loud groan, her head thrown back, mouth open.
And then the realization hit her.
"Ian... NO! Not here, not like this... People will see."
He drove his cock into her.
"Unh! Yes! Hard... like that!"
"You want the light off?" as he thrust into her again, getting another squeal from her, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
"Yes... No... I don't know... "
Another thrust, another squeal, much louder, "Yes... No... Lights off or not?"
He was thrusting hard, fast, "On? Off?" he asked again.
"Ohh," Tammy was moaning, "Ohhh!" coming out almost like a sob. "Leave... Unh!" Ian thrust inside her one more time, fingernails clawing scratches across his back.
I couldn't believe this, was this the same Tammy Clark I'd been married to for the last five years?
Mia had climbed onto my lap in the tub, lowering herself down onto my cock, which was like those stone pillars again, I might add. She settled down, squirmed a little to get comfortable, I guess... and to be sure I was as deep inside her as possible, then she kissed me... and kissed me... and kissed me!
Her hard nipples pressed against my chest, she held my cheeks with both hands, our lips mashed together, "I love to kiss," she said, squirming her body a little, just for a reminder of where my cock was, "especially like this," she added, grinding her pussy down on me.
We were in bright light, the only patio with its outdoor light on, sure to attract anyone's attention that was so inclined. And who wouldn't be? Two gorgeous, naked girls, one getting fucked on the edge of the hot tub, the other in the hot tub. A voyeur's fucking dream come true!
"My tits would really like to be sucked while we're doing this," Mia said, grinding and rocking back and forth.
I think I've mentioned it before, but just in case the point has been forgotten, Mia's tits are spectacular! Not even a hint of sag, skin so fucking baby-soft. Hell, she's only twenty-five, not a frail, barely-able-to-walk old maid like my twenty-seven-year-old wife (and I hope to hell she never sees this!). Her nipples were upturned, very hard... and so suckable!
Mia began sliding up and down on my cock as I switched from one tit to the other, then back again, trying to swallow her whole tit.
I kind of lost track of Tammy and Ian with Mia upping her game of bouncing her pussy on my dick in the hot, bubbling water. It appeared that my administering to her boobs was having a profound effect on her libido... and her bouncing was having a profound effect on my entire psyche. I was sure as hell hoping that this wasn't going to be a one-night thing with Mia. Not if I could fucking help it! Besides, Tammy had said that 'this boyfriend might stick a little longer'. I had every intention of 'sticking'. Mia was every guy's wet dream come true!
I heard Tammy screeching on the other side of the hot tub, and it set me off as well. And my orgasm set off Mia, quite a chain reaction. She ground down, I humped up, pulling her down on me, and we came together, another gut-wrenching orgasm!
All of it with who knows how many sets of eyes, maybe some even looking through binoculars, watching, guys rubbing their hard dick, girls' fingers inside their pussies, all jealously wishing they were us.
So, what do they do with cum-laden hot tub water?
The four of us trooped back inside, leaving a wet trail behind us... and an unknown number of disappointed admirers. Mia being out in the open like she was didn't surprise me, other than the fact it was with me, that was surprising. If you'd told me a couple weeks ago that she and I would be 'doing it' in a hotel hot tub, I'd have laughed uncontrollably (with a hard dick, probably, but laughed, nonetheless). But Mia has always been a bit of an exhibitionist, so her being naked outside, fucking in a hot tub on a lighted patio at night, I'd have just said, 'Yep, sounds like Mia.'
Tammy, on the other hand, is another story. Two weeks, two days ago I'd accidentally found that document she'd started eight days before that. Before that night, I knew nothing about any 'before me', other than that she'd had boyfriends (what twenty-one-year-old girl hadn't -- even slept with some?). Tammy and I, though, were both about as conservative sexually as you can get, still enjoying each other. Like I'd said at the beginning, Tammy and I made love, we never 'fucked'... not before that night.
The fact that the demure, conservative Tammy I've known the last six years, was moments ago sitting outside on the edge of a well-lit hot tub, naked, fucking another guy was just... holy shit, wow! That an hour or so before that she'd been a striptease star in a public club was beyond words!
And now, nonchalantly walking naked where who knows how many people were watching... fucking hot!
We took turns in the shower, Tammy and Ian, then Mia and me. I know, not fair, they seemed to always get to go first. An admission here, the bathroom door was 'accidentally' opened while Tammy and Ian were in the shower. The shower was huge, at least double the size of our normal-sized shower at home. Maybe for this very reason, room for two? The view through the frosted shower enclosure wasn't great, but Mia and I could see, anyway; Tammy jutting out her breast for Ian to soap and spreading her legs apart for him to wash that private place at their juncture, then Tammy soaping him, special care given to his hard-again cock.
Mia and I watched, her standing in front of me, still naked, leaning back against my chest, letting me run my hands over her soft, round tits, her hands over mine. "I hope you know," she said, "I'm not planning on this being a one-night thing, you and me, guess we're just going to have to find another boyfriend for Tam to share our times with together." No argument from me! Then she turned her head, tilted it, and we kissed.
Minutes later it was our turn. Tammy and Ian left the bathroom, Tammy with nothing except a towel around her hair, Ian with... nothing. Mia closed the door behind them, I adjusted the water, nice and hot, and both of us stepped into the steaming hot shower.
Mia let the hot water run over her body, I just stood back a moment and enjoyed the view. "Wash my hair?" she asked, handing me the hotel's little shampoo bottle and turning around...
I won't go into details of that shower, other than to say that soaping Mia's tits was the highlight. Unfortunately, my cock was temporarily spent after three pretty jaw-dropping orgasms within a very short time, so what the rest of me wanted to do with her had to wait for another time. Tammy and I had never done it three times within the span of an hour before, even when we first started becoming intimate. Of course, we'd never gone to a strip club before, either, and I'd never watched her with another guy. Mia might have had a little bit of effect, too.
As soon as we were out of the shower and turned the water off, it became evident what was happening in the other room, with the moans, groans, and other noises. One of us opened the door, I don't recall which. Tammy was on her back, her legs extended up, straight over Ian's shoulders, as he drove his cock in and out of her.
My heart was pounding, watching, listening to Tammy's groans of pleasure at the pounding she was being subjected to. Mia said she'd be out in a little bit, so I stepped into the room, walked to our side of the bed, and lay down. I lay there, watching Tammy's face contorting into a grimace, how she was panting, groaning, her head being slammed onto the headboard with each thrust. She'd written that his bed was big, and she wasn't exaggerating. It was at least a king-and-a-half like she'd said. Still, though, I was inches away from my wife as another man was fucking her into oblivion.
I didn't imagine that my cock could get hard again but it was. "Ohhhh, fuuuckkk!" Tammy was screeching, "Feels so fucking good!"
Her face became a constant contort, as I watched Ian's glistening cock slamming in and out of my wife's vagina, bouncing her head off the headboard, burying all eight inches with every thrust.
Tammy was clawing at his shoulders, screeching, thrusting her hips, tits bouncing, screaming, "I'm com..." as a loud wail erupted from her mouth, her body stiffening like I know it does when she orgasms. "Hard, fuck me... ahh!!" she screamed. And the guy still didn't stop, keeping up the pounding!
I didn't even see Mia until she climbed on top of me, sliding her pussy down on my dick. "Ohh, shit!" I moaned. She sat there, rocking back and forth. I leaned up, taking one of her big tits in my mouth, my arms around her back, pulling, Mia arching her back.
"Oh yeah," she groaned, pulling my mouth harder around her tit. I couldn't believe this was happening for the fucking FOURTH time within, what, an hour, hour-and-a-half?
I thought my heart might explode, beating so hard, between Tammy's screams just inches away and Mia sitting on my dick; fuck, just fuck!
I switched tits, almost frantically trying to swallow the other, "Bite it, she loves it," Mia howled, beginning to fuck me in earnest. Maybe I didn't have Ian's size but I sure as hell didn't see Mia complaining, sliding up and down, rocking back and forth, driving me out of my mind. For once, I wasn't pumping cum after the first few thrusts. The fourth time does that to a guy.
Mia moaned wildly, I reciprocated, digging my fingers into her hips, instinctively helping her bounce.
Tammy had quieted, apparently both having achieved their orgasms.
Mia suddenly went wild, screeching, wailing, sending me over the top with her, her vagina squeezing the lifeblood from me. I couldn't resist any longer, letting out a long growl, erupting inside her.
Mia rolled off me, and for the first time, I realized what she'd been wearing, a black babydoll, about three-quarters sheer with just as sheer panties that she'd pushed aside. She smiled when she saw the look on my face, softly whispering in my ear, "Tammy bought it, said she thought you might like it on me."
Tammy knows my weakness for black babydolls, most any, but this one was just... wow, over the top! "Might like? Yeah, she was right!" I told Mia.
She lay down beside me, our arms around each other, pressed tightly together. I closed my eyes, wondering about the future, Mia and me, Tammy. I knew how Mia has always flitted from one guy to another at the tip of a hat. Like I said before -- about as frequently as one uses up a roll of toilet paper. Tammy said she expected 'this boyfriend to last longer,' but what does that mean? I guess I knew, maybe four weeks instead of three. I know it's going to end and probably sooner than I'd like. Hopefully, it doesn't affect Tammy and Mia's friendship when it does, I'll just have to make sure it doesn't.
And Tammy, can we recover from this night? What comes after Ian goes home? Mia said something about 'finding Tammy a new boyfriend.' Would she? Will I ever be 'enough' for her again? But then I remembered what I'd read, what Tammy had written before she knew I'd found her diary, how much she loved her husband.
So far, this little escapade had done nothing except enhance our love life... and that's what I saw in our future. And if there's going to be a 'Mia and me,' what about a Mia and Tammy, the three of us...? As far as I knew they'd never... but damn, that would be hot!
Eventually, Mia and I went to sleep in each other's arms. That night, I had the most erotic dream I'd ever had; Tammy and Mia on that stage, me as their 'victim', watching the two of them undressing s in front of the crowd of horny men, then me on my back, Tammy toying with my cock with her mouth, sitting her waxed pussy on my face.
Then it was Tammy sitting on my face, Mia's mouth on my cock. It was one of those dreams that gives you an enormous erection, but you wake up just before the girl opens her mouth or that delectable pussy touches your face and the experience is gone, never to be reclaimed. Very happily, this wasn't one of those times, I felt the hot, wet mouth sliding down my engorged cock, that same swallowing sensation as Mia had done earlier, all at the same time a damp pair of silky panties descended on my mouth.
I groaned into those panties, my hips thrusting up into that mouth, thanking the lucky stars that I hadn't awakened. Pushing aside the panties, I slowly became aware that this wasn't a dream, it was a real live girl, Mia, in a most enticing sixty-nine position atop me, just about the most sensually pleasurable awakening a man can experience.
I wrapped my arms around Mia's babydoll-covered body and pulled her down tight on my mouth, enjoying the taste of her, probing inside her, at the same time as her lips and mouth were doing wonders to my lower section. That experience of the head of my cock being swallowed into her throat was just... there ain't no words to describe it!
And it didn't end prematurely like that first time, either. She'd slide her mouth up, her lips wrapped around the head, swirling her tongue over it, sucking, slowly pulling me back into the depths of her mouth, and then that swallowing sensation into her throat all over again. All at the same time as her pussy was grinding down on my face.
I reached down, finding her dangling tits, and squeezed her nipples, rubbing them between my thumb and forefinger over that silk. How long did we carry on like that? Who the hell knows? All I do know is that it was some of the most pleasant minutes I've ever spent, the kind of minutes that no amount of money can buy.
I sensed from the movements of the bed that something was happening on the other side of the bed as well, but had no idea what as all my senses were otherwise occupied.
Mia's grinding on my face became more intense, demanding, as I'd found her clit, running my tongue around it, sucking the tip into my lips, and her ministrations on my cock had also become nearly unbearably exquisite. The impending orgasm became more imminent just as Mia swallowed me into her throat one more time, and her body began spasming about an instant after the first spurt from my cock, the fucking FIFTH time in one night!
I sucked that clit, my hips bucking into Mia's mouth, her body convulsing, gushing liquids as my body stiffened, cum pouring into her throat.
I slowly became aware of the other side of the bed, a small amount of light filtering in through the patio door, throwing just enough light to see Tammy and Ian in nearly the exact position Mia and I had been in minutes earlier. How Tammy managed to get that cock into her mouth was beyond my understanding -- until I realized that she had to be swallowing him into her throat as Mia had done to me. Except she'd never been able with me. It came to me, that Friday night a week ago, the night I'd puked watching him fuck her that first time; she'd done it with him then, learned to swallow his cock!
This I HAD to experience!
It wasn't long after that the bed began shaking, kind of like a tsunami after an earthquake on the ocean floor. From the groans, it wasn't difficult to ascertain what had caused the tsunami.
The next morning the girls dressed in their dresses from the night before, lamenting the fact that neither had any other clothes, even no panties. They'd left them with those two guys at the strip club. I shook my head, remembering the unbelievable sight of my wife sitting on that guy's lap, naked, his lips wrapped around her tit. Even after the now five orgasms of the night, that remembrance had my dick hard all over again.
We had breakfast in the hotel's dining room, Ian explaining his planned flight home, over nineteen hours flying and layovers. His flight from Denver was leaving at three-fifteen that afternoon, and it was nearly a three-hour drive, so he had to leave in a very short while to be early enough for security.
We went back to his room and helped him pack, sadness and eventually tears in Tammy's eyes, knowing she'd likely never see him again.
When his bags were packed and set at the door waiting for a porter to take them to his car, he and Tammy sat on the edge of the bed hugging and kissing. "You'll have to come to Sydney," he said, "I'd love to show you my country... and my bedroom," he smiled. "Perhaps," he added, glancing at Mia and me, "you can bring Mia and your husband, I'm sure they'd enjoy the trip as well."
The shock at what he'd just said registered on Tammy's face at about the same time as it had with me. "You... knew?" she asked him, incredulously.
"Of course, I knew," he answered with a laugh, "right after we met at the grocery store, did you think I wouldn't look you up on Facebook? There were all those beautiful pictures of you and your loving husband, Jason, the very same Jason who just spent a very enjoyable evening and night with an extremely beautiful young woman."
Tammy's face blushed, even after everything that had transpired in the last fourteen hours.
We followed the porter to Ian's Ferrari and loaded his luggage. Ferraris apparently are not made for carrying a month's worth of luggage.
When it was loaded, Tammy and Ian shared a long, lingering kiss. Would we ever visit Australia? Who knew, but I highly suspected it would be on our agenda in the not-too-distant future. Hopefully, Mia, too, like he'd suggested. I could live with that.
They broke their kiss, Tammy wiping her damp cheeks with her fingers, Ian opening the door of his car. "Oh, by the way, Derek... from your little dance last night, I put his name and phone number in your phone... he'll be expecting a call... dinner... perhaps more?"
And with that little revelation, with a smile on his face, he gave a stunned Tammy one more quick kiss on her lips and climbed into his car.