It was a pretty normal Friday evening dinner, at least most of it. My mother-in-law was visiting and we wanted to take her out to a nice dinner. She likes Italian and so do my wife and I (especially lasagna), so we decided on Casa Mia in Kennewick.
The dinner was going exceptionally well; the food was great, the service wonderful, and the atmosphere is very classic Italian. The restaurant is even owned by an Italian couple, and they'd gone all out to make the restaurant 'Italy'.
We were nearly ready to pay our bill and leave when Karen and her mom said they had to go to the bathroom (now you know my wife's real, fake name). No big deal, happens every time we go out to eat. This time, though, things turned out differently. It seemed like they were gone forever, so I pulled out my cell phone and was perusing Lit, checking my favorite list and found an interesting story to read from one of my favorite authors.
My phone has a pretty good-sized screen, an oversized Samsung S10 plus. I didn't think a thing about it until I heard from right behind me, "Hi, may I ask what you're reading? I love erotic stories."
I must have nearly bumped my head on the ceiling from the jump. "Sorry, didn't mean to surprise you," she laughed. To say that she took me by surprise is like saying there are fish in the ocean.
I said 'she', and she was definitely a she. A very nice-looking she; brown hair down over her shoulders, beautiful face, gorgeous figure, probably early-twenties, at least ten or fifteen years younger than me.
How embarrassing! I hadn't thought anyone could see my screen. She must have just been walking by and noticed it. "It's just a little short story," I told her, a little worried about my wife finding me talking to this gorgeous creature who seemed to be flirting with me. I'm bashful as hell, especially when it comes to pretty girls and, in spite of some of my stories, very uncomfortable around the opposite sex, especially pretty ones flirting with me.
"Would you mind if I took a little peek?" she asked, "I love to find new things."
So I handed her my phone. I know, dumb, huh. But when her fingertips grazed mine, an electric charge went through my whole body and mind. Hell, she could have asked for all my credit cards right then and I'd have given them to her... along with my pins.
I was watching where my wife and her mom had gone. I didn't know for sure what I was going to do when they reappeared. I didn't want this lovely creature to go away.
The story I was reading was 'Cruise'. A married woman on an ocean cruise was dancing with a man she'd just met; they walked under the stars and moon until he escorted her back to her cabin, undressed her and made love with her. All the little sexy details were filled in, like his slow, gradual seduction of her, but you get the idea.
It was hot as hell! The author is one of my favorites for a good reason. My brief description doesn't do the story any justice and the girl reading it seemed to be totally engrossed until some guy walked up, put his arm around her, and said, "Whatcha doin', babe?"
Talk about a mood-killer! "Just finding a new place for stories that we'll like," she told him with a brief kiss on the lips.
She handed me back my phone, then asked, "What's the site?"
I told her, "Literotica.com, check out my profile, robertl," knowing that I'd never hear from her. Girls like that weren't going to be interested in someone like me. Besides, she knew I was married. At least I assumed she did. Best if I didn't ever hear from her. But I also scribbled my email on a napkin and handed to her. You know, just in case.
"Thank you, we'll check it out," and they walked out. That was the first I got a really nice look at 'my' girl's bod. Damn! Really, really best if I never heard from her.
By then my cock was hard, but I'd lost interest in the story. Not even that story could compete with a girl like her.
It was still several more minutes before Karen and her mom showed back up. At least I'd dodged a bullet, trying to explain to Karen what a beautiful twenty-something was doing at my table with my cell phone in her hand. Karen knows nothing about my Lit account. One of those little secrets that seemed pretty innocuous, or had until right then. At this point, I didn't want to tell her, either. Especially after that Kodiak, Alaska story being so close to what had almost happened.
I was both relieved and disappointed as the weekend went by. I checked my e-mail a dozen times both Saturday and Sunday, not to mention the half-dozen after we got home Friday, wondering if just maybe she'd message me. I kept telling myself that there was no way a beautiful girl like that would be contacting an old, middle-aged stranger like me. Thirty-seven wasn't actually over the hill yet, but to a gorgeous, young girl like her?
I tapered off from checking during the next week, to the point where I was only checking it once or twice a day like I normally do. At least I told myself that was what I was doing. Almost convinced myself, too.
I didn't even know the mystery girl's name and my thoughts of her had dwindled to almost non-existent, maybe only a couple of dozen times an hour. I love my wife, but we'd been together a long time and I haven't actually even thought about another girl, ever, and the feelings I was having were strange. And powerful. Realistically, I knew that it was a thousand times better to never hear from her. Yet, I couldn't help but keep hoping. To be honest, I kind of forgot about the little fact that she had a boyfriend.
So, on Sunday afternoon, the following weekend, sitting in my little man-cave at my computer, when I saw that I had a message from a person I didn't recognize, I was almost afraid to check and see what it might be. I actually did close my e-mail account, willing myself to not open the message. For about a minute, maybe half a minute, until I couldn't stand it any longer. When I clicked on the message icon, my heart was pounding. Then when I read the message subject, 'Your stories', I didn't know what to think. Well, actually I did, I thought about what she looked like walking away from the table; those tight jeans, thin waist, full hips... argh! There wasn't any way I wasn't checking out that message.
I hadn't ever heard of the person, but it was obviously a girl's name , with a short message, "Hi, LOVE your stories, love to chat sometime." Then the topper, separate paragraph, "Think you're cute, too."
My fingers were shaking and my brain was in overdrive remembering our brief exchange... and that view! Now what? I knew damn good and well that I should just click on 'No Thanks' and delete, let her just fade into a pleasant temporary interlude memory. Yeah, right! That's what I knew I should have done. What I did do, though, was click on 'reply' and sent a short message, 'this the girl from the restaurant?'
Then I sat there, just staring at the screen. Would she reply? If my heart had been pounding before, it was nearly blowing a hole in my chest by then. Karen was in the living room watching a Hallmark movie so I was alone in my misery. That's the kind of girl Karen was - a Hallmark movie girl. And here I was, pining over a girl who definitely didn't seem like a Hallmark movie girl.
I stared... and stared... and stared. Until my inbox showed an incoming message.
My fingers were shaking and I had to delete my reply twice because it didn't make any sense and was unreadable. I finally typed out a really sexy, intellectual message and hit send, 'Hi, you their?' At least it was spelled right. No it wasn't;- 'there', not 'their! Dammit. Now she'll think I'm a bloomin' idiot.
Then I started staring again, this time just a few seconds, 'Love your stories, your characters seem so real. Especially like Adriana. And Tanner. Yum.' So she'd started with my Reunion series.
We chatted back and forth the next ten minutes or so about different things, the Reunion story; she said she loved 'The Wedding Meadow' and wanted to know if those places were real, which I assured her they were. She mentioned how funny it was how I jumped when she first asked me what I was reading. By then my imagination was running way overboard wondering if I'd ever actually see her again. The boyfriend totally disappeared from my mind. So did Karen, to be honest.
My reverie was interrupted when said Karen poked her head in my door, startling me, and asked if I'd run to the store for some eggs so she could make cookies. That brought me back to real life and a guilty conscience that I'd been drooling over this still nameless girl, and she was so young, just a kid, for God's sake!
'Gotta go, get eggs,' I messaged her. Lame! Then I clicked on ESPN's website just in case Karen might peek at my monitor while I was gone. I was sure that guilt was written all over my face.
I got up and had to adjust myself to hide my erection. If my face was showing guilt, Karen didn't seem to notice, she didn't even look twice; just asked for the eggs and popped back out.
"Anything else?" I asked her, before closing the front door behind me.
She hesitated just a minute, "Think we're low on oil, and maybe some walnuts, too."
Besides her eggs and stuff, I picked up some malted milk balls and Werther's Originals, the caramel-vanilla ones, Karen's two favorite candies, just to appease my conscience a little. Besides, I knew she'd be appreciative and the way I was feeling, I hoped that maybe that night...
I don't know if the candy helped or not, but we had a really nice first hour in bed. Maybe 'nice' isn't exactly the right word, but you get the idea. We both enjoyed bedtime... a lot!
It was Wednesday before I had a chance to message my new friend again. Wednesday night is Karen's bunco night with several of her friends, so I was home alone.
The first thing I asked her was her real name. 'Paulina, but my friends call me Pauli.'
Then the thing that had been bugging me, not that it should have since I'm married and anything more than just conversation would be totally off-limits, 'You have a boyfriend?'
'Mmhmm, I do, he's a really good guy,' and then just a couple seconds later, another message popped up, 'but he's not the jealous type - if you know what I mean.'
I stared at that. What the hell did that mean? No, I didn't know what she meant. Was she implying what my imagination was thinking she might be? Shit, this was getting out of hand! I needed to stop this - NOW!
'Don't know what you mean - elaborate?' I asked. Maybe just a tiny bit more before I tell her I can't do this.
'He's seen guys dance with me. Liked it.'
I stared at that. Wide-eyed! 'Kissing me, too. I like to kiss. Do you?'
Holy...! I've got to tell her I have to go. I can't do this anymore! 'I do. But only ever kissed my wife.'
'Too bad!'
My cock was raging. I remembered the electric shock that had gone through my body when her fingertips touched me briefly. What the hell would it be like to kiss a girl like that?
I honestly couldn't do this any longer. 'Wife's getting home. Have to go,' I lied.
After making love that night, Karen seemed quite pleased, "Mmm, what's gotten into my husband? I like it!" Maybe 'making love' wasn't the exact right terminology for what we'd just done. It had most definitely NOT been our 'normal'.
I opened my mouth to tell her about the girl at the restaurant. The words almost came tumbling out before my mouth closed again. The likely repercussions of Karen finding out about my Lit account were just too much. I couldn't do it, those words reverberating through my brain, 'I like to kiss.' I was hard again. I couldn't even remember the last time that'd happened so soon after making love with Karen. Especially, after the kind of sex we'd just had.
Thursday evening, I was on my couch in the living room, Karen in her chair, and we were watching Blue Bloods on our DVR. At the same time, I had my laptop open, not paying a lot of attention to it when a little message popped up in the bottom corner of my monitor, 'You have received a private message'.
Erin and Anthony on Blue Bloods were having a serious argument over a man Erin had prosecuted for a murder years earlier and now, new evidence had come up that might show he hadn't done it. Erin was still totally convinced he was guilty, but Anthony thought there could be something to it and wanted to reopen the investigation. It involved what could be a bad cop.
I really didn't want to take my attention away from the story, but that message was calling, simply impossible to ignore. Two weeks earlier, I wouldn't have any problem ignoring it, but not now.
So I clicked on it, trying to pay attention to Erin and Anthony at the same time. I rapidly lost interest in Blue Bloods when I read the message, 'Connor and I would love to meet with you, talk about one of your stories.'
My heart rate doubled and I instantly closed it. I couldn't meet with her, no way. I assumed that Connor was the boyfriend I saw in the restaurant. But the damage was done, I have no idea what happened on Blue Bloods after that. My heart was beating out of my chest, remembering that electric shock when her fingertips touched mine; that beautiful face; that view of her walking away; and then those words 'I like to kiss.'
We watched 'The Rookie' right after Blue Bloods, but I didn't hear a word that was said. I could watch that episode again and not even know I'd already watched it once. After The Rookie, Karen said she was going to bed. I told her I'd be there in a bit.
I opened that message and read it again. They wanted to meet with me; no, I couldn't do it. But, what would it hurt just to talk about a story? I love talking about them with people. So this would be in person, not through the anonymity of the internet, would that be so bad? What could possibly go wrong?
I replied to her message, 'Would love to meet you. Not sure when, though. Remember, I'm married.'
Her reply, 'Bring your wife. Lunch, tomorrow noon?'
Bring my wife? No, no way I could do that. But I don't see why I couldn't meet her at noon. Karen works, I work, we have our lunch hours. And I worked for myself, so my lunchtime was up to me. Yeah, I know, I was trying to justify myself, but I couldn't 'not' meet with her.
'Where?' I messaged. We agreed on The Olive Garden at twelve. Like I'd thought earlier; middle of the day, with her boyfriend, Olive Garden, what could possibly go wrong?
Then I went to bed, daydreaming about the next day. Karen was in bed wearing one of her short, sexy negligees. "I thought maybe we could take up where we left off last night."
And we did, that electric charge from those fingertips... and that butt, deeply embedded in my mind.
My hands were damp with sweat when I parked in the Olive Garden parking lot. This was something I never would have imagined myself doing. When I started writing in 2014, I assumed they'd always be anonymous. Now, here I was, meeting a girl and her boyfriend, in person, to talk about one of those stories. Other than that, I had no clue what they might be wanting to talk about. I'd never imagined myself meeting some pretty girl, unknown to Karen, either. That was the big one.
I was about ten minutes early and asked for a table for three, then waited, my nerves going somewhere through the roof. I wondered if she was really as pretty as I remembered or if that had just been the excitement of the moment clouding my judgment. I know I've written about things somewhat similar to this, but this was real, not just part of a story, words on the computer. It seemed a lot more ominous than it had when we were arranging it the night before. But still, what could possibly go wrong? Famous last words!
Then I saw the host bringing a couple toward my table. It was them. She had on a short leather skirt, blouse with several buttons undone and as they got closer, I could make out the color of her bra underneath the blouse. Absolutely gorgeous. As she sat, it was hard to not notice her red lips, especially remembering that comment, 'I like to kiss.' No, it hadn't just been excitement clouding my judgment! If anything, she was even prettier.
She introduced her boyfriend, Connor. We shook hands, "Robert, or Bob, either one," I said.
Pauli sat across the table from me. God, she was everything I remembered from that initial brief exchange and more. When she smiled at me, I nearly melted into a puddle of muck on the floor. All I could think of was, 'My boyfriend isn't the jealous type.' Was this actually happening?
We had a few minutes of small talk, what we did; she'd gone with Connor the last three months; I told them that I was an independent building codes consultant, then explained what that meant, not exactly glorious. We ordered food and it was delivered a few minutes later.
"What we really wanted to talk about was your reunion story," that sexy voice said. I thought she had a little bit of a British accent, like my Brit Lit friend, Amber. She'd sent me a few videos and the sexy accent was similar.
Everything about Pauli was screaming sexy. I'd just watched a humorous skit on YouTube a month or so ago, a nerdy guy confidently talking to a pretty girl, then when she left, he turned into a quivering mass on the floor. That was me, the quivering mass.
"That strip poker scene is the hottest thing I've ever read," she said, stroking my ego about a mile high. She hesitated, glanced over at her boyfriend, then went on, "We want to do it... for real. And we want you there..."
My eyes got wide, I'm not sure what might have happened to the color of my face, probably turned totally white, "You... you what?"
This time she was blunt, "... want you to be in the strip poker game with us..."
"I...I...I... I'm married!" was the only thing I could think to blurt out.
"Bring her, it'd be fun. Bet she'd like it too." Yeah, my 'Hallmark movie' wife. Not a chance in hell!
I looked at Connor, hoping to get some input from him, not sure what it might be, but... something!
He grinned, "You really do want to see this girl naked!" Oh shit!
"And remember what I said, I like to kiss... and maybe even more..." that smile again! Oh God! And that perfume!
"I... I've... we've never done anything like that. It's just a silly story."
"Neither have either of us, that's what would make it so much fun," she said.
"But, I'm so much older... thirty-seven..."
That was when I felt her foot rubbing up my leg, "I just call it experienced," that foot moving up my thigh, "and besides, you're cute. I like you."
When I felt her toes on my cock I groaned. How the hell did I get myself into this? And how do I get out? But shit, I didn't want out. Do you know how bad I wanted to do what they were talking about? Strip poker with this goddess? That's the stuff that guys like me don't even dream about. Shit! And she thinks I'm cute. I've never thought I was bad-looking, not ugly or anything, but nothing special. But cute? No one, not even Karen has ever used the word 'cute' in reference to me. Hell, is it even a compliment for a guy? Puppies, kittens, and babies are 'cute'.
But I couldn't, no way. That was too far, waayyy too far! My face must have been totally white.
"I...I don't see how I can. Can I think about it... get back to you?" God, that foot... that accent and that smile!
She picked up a napkin and wrote on it, stuffing it in my shirt pocket, then got up. We'd finished dinner, I'd only eaten about half what I ordered. No way could I eat anything more.
"We're getting the bill," Connor said. Hell, I'd even forgotten there was a bill to pay.
We walked outside to the sidewalk, stopped to say goodbye, and Pauli kissed me on the cheek. I closed my eyes for just a second, God, that electric feeling from her fingertips was times ten; no, a thousand! I instinctively turned my head in her direction and her kiss was on my lips, those soft lips opening, her tongue pressing against my lips. I opened my lips just slightly and she pulled away, leaving me totally breathless as they both turned and left.
I pulled the napkin out of my pocket and looked at it; a phone number, three hearts with arrows drawn through them, and the words, 'we'll wait.'
No, no way! There wasn't any possibility that I could get away from home for something like that. Would I like to take Karen to a strip poker game? Hell yes! But that sure as hell wasn't going to happen. How the hell would I explain that to her? 'Sweetheart, I met this girl and she thinks I'm cute and wants to play strip poker with me." Yeah, right! could see divorce court in our future. To put it bluntly, I was scared as shit; God, I wanted to do it!
I went back inside, to the bathroom and washed the lipstick off my cheek and lips. I didn't smell her perfume on myself and could only hope that there wasn't any residue. How the hell would I explain that to Karen?
I went back to work but it was a waste of time. My whole life had been thrown in upheaval, there hadn't ever been anything that I wanted more. I kept closing my eyes and seeing that girl, smelling her perfume, using my imagination, that kiss, torturing myself. I put the phone number in my phone, not that I ever expected to call it.
By that evening when I went home, I'd calmed down, at least a little. I laughed a little at myself, thinking 'what could possibly go wrong?' What, indeed!
I asked Karen if she'd like to go out to dinner, somewhere nice. She smiled and said she'd love it. "Dress up a little?" she asked.
"I'd like that. I'll wear a jacket, you wear a nice dress, we'll have fun."
"Where'd you like to go?" I asked her.
She smiled and said, "You asked me out, surprise me."
One's conscience can be a powerful thing.
This was our first 'date' for a long time. There's a place we'd heard about, 'The River Lounge'. Seafood, entertainment, dance floor, overlooking the Columbia River. A perfect place to take your wife when you're feeling guilty. I checked my watch, called them and confirmed a reservation for two in an hour-and-a-half.
I showered, shaved, brushed my teeth and found my cleanest dirty shirt. I smiled at my humor, a Johnny Cash song.
I have a tan sports jacket that I've only worn a few times. This seemed like a good time. I even put on a striped tie that Karen bought me a couple of years ago for a friend's wedding. This will be... think, think, think... twice that I've worn it.
A little while after I was ready, my wife came down the stairs... wearing a shimmery, silver metallic dress about four-inches above her knees, a deep 'V' in front, almost showing her bra; shimmery nylons, silver heels, red lipstick, and her brown hair in a beautiful, glamorous bun, showing off her long, sexy neck. A little like Audrey Hepburn. My eyes nearly popped out. I can't even remember the last time I've seen my Karen looking like this.
"You're... you're beautiful!" I stammered.
"Glad you managed to notice," her eyes told me she was only kidding. "Saw this in the store and fell in love with it. Was just waiting for someplace to wear it." Then she looked me up and down, "Not so bad yourself."
So we drove to the River Lounge. I opened my wife's door and we made our grand entrance. We were about fifteen minutes early so we had to wait in the lobby a few minutes. I didn't mind, it gave me a chance to just sit and admire my wife.
We had a fabulous evening; salmon dinner, white burgundy wine, then an hour of dancing and listening to the deejay. By the time we left, I wasn't even thinking about Pauli and Connor.
Not until on the way home, that is, when Karen just happened to remember, "Oh, hon, I almost forgot to tell you, Mom called today. She was wondering if we could come down next weekend, she wants to go shopping in the Woodburn Outlet and wondered if I'd like to go with her."
Shopping! Not exactly on the top of my to-do list. She went on, "I know what you think about shopping, so if you wanted, I could just go and you could stay home and do whatever. I'd prob'ly leave Saturday morning and come home Sunday."
What! Stay home and do... whatever? I let that word bounce around in my brain and the name 'Pauli' came roaring back. Shit, she'd just obliterated my excuse!
"Can I think about it? Not sure what I might want to do," I told her. But my heart rate had just doubled, tripled.
That night was the third night in a row that Karen and I made love. If nothing else, unbeknown to Karen, Pauli had damn well energized our love life.
Pretty much all day Saturday, there was one thing on my mind. What the hell do I do? Surely, I'm not thinking about actually doing this. Yeah, actually, I was. I had to talk myself out of it, but every time I tried, that kiss entered my mind again.
That night I logged onto my email. There was a message, 'Hope you can do it.' It was accompanied with a picture file. I clicked on it; ah shit! Pauli in a skimpy little bikini, from her neck down. I blew it up to fill my monitor. Damn, the girl has a body!
I looked at that picture and couldn't help myself. With shaking fingers, I typed a reply, 'Next Saturday night?' and scrolled to the 'send'. My finger hovered over the return key for at least a minute before I... deleted it. I couldn't do it.
But it haunted me; the picture, the kiss, the... everything! And Karen would never know. She'll be in Portland with her mom. I didn't sleep that night, thinking about the 'what if'.
Mornings are always clearer thinking times. Just not THIS particular morning. I probably hadn't slept over an hour or so but was up early. I powered up the computer in my man-cave and opened that picture again. This time after I typed the message, I did hit the 'send' button. It was done. I was going to meet Pauli and Connor next Saturday night for strip poker.
I thought that having made that decision would relieve my mind, but as soon as Karen poked her head in my man-cave and said breakfast was ready, my confidence had already disappeared and my conscience was flaring. Acting normal when I planned on cheating on my wife in a few days was, shall I say, 'a little difficult'.
Later that afternoon, Pauli answered my message with her address and a time of 8 pm Saturday. That only served to raise my anxiety level another dozen steps or so.
That week was a nightmare. Every day that went by brought me closer. I desperately wanted to send Pauli a message that I wasn't coming, but every time I tried, that picture was in the way, the view of that ass or my memory of that short kiss.
I was lucky I didn't get fired off the project I was working on from being totally worthless, but nobody questioned my mood, which, in itself, kind of concerned me. Did they think zombie is normal?
Pauli sent me a couple more pictures. One of her in a tiny little pair of sheer panties, nothing else, from just below her nipples. The other, a blue mini-dress, the 'V' all the way down to her navel. She had to know what she was doing to me. Psychological warfare and I was so losing the battle.
But the guilt was awful. I was going to cheat on my wife, the woman I'd married thirteen years earlier. Karen was twenty-two, and I was twenty-four, home on leave from the Coast Guard. We met at our high school's basketball game. She stepped up behind me and said, "Hi." We married nine months later and have been together ever since, even including my stint in Kodiak, Alaska. I'd been with a couple of other girls, but I discovered that night that there was such a thing as love at first sight.
I've written lots of stories about wife-swapping and watching, but never in a million years would I do something like that. The stories are just fiction. I love my wife too much and we're a hundred percent monogamous. At least we were until Pauli came into my life. Now, everything I've ever believed was turned topsy-turvy. I knew I had to do it but just didn't have the strength to turn down what Pauli was offering. Not without my wife, especially, and she was going to Portland at the one time I needed her more than I ever had. I didn't really expect anything except being there and a little messing around, but still, it was cheating.
Friday evening was hell. I knew Karen was leaving in the morning, and I had no idea what might happen when she came home. I knew she wouldn't know, but could I keep the secret forever? I had with my Lit account and my stories, but that's different, a lot different! But I also knew there was no way that I had the willpower to resist what awaited me Saturday night.
We went to bed and I lay there with my eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling. Karen wasn't sleeping either, like she knew something was wrong. She rolled over away from me and put her hands underneath her face like she often does just before going to sleep.
"Hon," I heard my voice say, "you can't go tomorrow."
She rolled back over toward me, rubbing her eyes, "What? What did you say, sweetheart?"
I had no idea what the hell I was doing. I looked straight at the ceiling and repeated myself, "You can't go tomorrow."
Now she was awake and scooted herself up on her elbow, "Why not? Mom's expecting me."
I continued to stare, "I can't tell you, but please, you can't go." In retrospect, I guess I could have just gone with her, but my mind wasn't working so well to think that logically.
Now she looked like she was concerned, "Sweet, what's going on? Are you sick? I need to tell Mom why."
The ceiling was staring back at me like it was going to devour me, "There's, there's a... girl... you just... can't."
Now she sat up, "A girl? What do you mean, there's a girl?" She looked scared, "Have you done something?"
I shook my head, "No... yes... not really, not yet... but tomorrow..."
Her eyes were wide, "What's tomorrow? What are you telling me?"
For the first time, I looked over at her, I didn't know how to do this. "Can I... start at the beginning?"
"Oookay," she scooted back to lean on the headboard, "start at the beginning."
I climbed out of bed, got my laptop, scared shitless at what I was about to do. She watched me, almost holding her breath as I flipped up the screen, pressed my fingerprint on it, then opened Firefox. These were the seconds that I'd been agonizing over the last several years, revealing my Lit account to my wife. Showing her the stories she had no idea I'd been writing, scared what would happen if she ever found out.
I typed in 'li' and the rest of the URL popped in and I clicked it to open. "This site... I found it a long time ago... a place I could post stories."
"What are you talking about? What stories?"
I scrolled the little pointer to my profile, then to 'My Stories'. My fingers were shaking and it was hard to manage on the laptop. There are almost a hundred stories over the last four years. I scrolled down and clicked on 'Ten Year College Reunion, Ch 1'. It opened and I said, "I wrote this."
She read for a moment and asked, "You wrote all of those?"
I nodded, more scared than I have ever been in my life. "Yeah, I did."
She read several minutes, then said, "This is good. I actually like it. But I never knew... why didn't you tell me? And what does it have to do with tomorrow."
That first chapter is pretty innocuous, just introducing the couple, hardly any sex. She didn't seem mad about the Lit, though. That was encouraging, but to answer her question, I just told her, "Keep reading, three chapters." I sure as hell wasn't looking forward to showing her my profile or the pictures of Pauli, and explaining that to her.
Karen was already leaned back against the headboard with my laptop on her lap and I couldn't help but notice her satin nightgown gaping open a little in front. She's a gorgeous woman. I'd kind of taken her for granted lately and that night out a week earlier had reminded me just how beautiful she is.
I waited, kind of reading along with her as she scrolled down, then went into chapter two - the dinner. In a bit I heard a little giggle and she looked up at me, "It doesn't taste like chocolate?" she giggled, "where'd that come from?"
I shrugged. She just went back to reading, not really expecting an answer.
Then she clicked on chapter three, the strip poker game. I held my breath, expecting something, not sure what, most likely throwing me out of her bedroom, maybe out of the house. That was where the story moved far beyond just a renewed friendship and Adriana's revelations to Matt. Where... Pauli wanted to go.
When she finished, she sounded incredulous, "You wrote... this? Why?"
I know by then that my voice was shaking, I was scared. "It's... a... story..."
"You want to do this? Us to do this?"
"No, I... no, it's just fiction... you know, every guy's fantasy..."
She was wide-eyed, "Your fantasy?"
"No..." then quietly, "maybe, but... not something I'd ever do... until..."
"Until? There's more you're not telling me, isn't there?"
I gulped. My skin was clammy, hands sweating. As much as I'd feared her finding out about Lit, that seemed pretty minor, now. I had to tell her..."There's a girl... I never intended anything, she saw me reading... in the restaurant when you and your mom went to the bathroom..."
I hesitated, crap! Those words I'd thought of so many times, 'What could possibly go wrong?' came back to haunt me. "She... walked by our table, saw me reading... and asked me about it..."
"This girl pretty?"
I nodded, "Yeah... very."
"I showed her the website. Gave her my contact info." The sweat must have been rolling off my forehead, scared shitless! "We've been in contact. She likes my stories." I pointed to the one she just read, chapter three, "Especially, that one."
Karen looked straight into my eyes, just waiting, like she maybe had some idea what was still coming, the thing I really, really didn't want to tell her.
I gulped again, taking a big breath, "She wants..." I didn't know if I could do this, but had to, "wants to... play out that scene."
There, it was out, but I guess not all of it, which Karen guessed, "With you, this weekend?"
I nodded, "And her boyfriend; she has a boyfriend."
I'd gone this far and rushed ahead, "You were going to Portland, going to be gone. I had told her I couldn't... but then, Portland, your mom... told her that, we made arrangements... tomorrow night. That's why you can't go to Portland... I'll tell her plans changed. I can't come... but I need you here."
I didn't know what the hell kind of reaction I might get. I had no idea about the expression on Karen's face. I just wanted to keep talking, so she couldn't. I was so damned afraid what she'd say when she did. "We'll go out, anything."
"But you were going to go through with this. You've been planning it for how long?"
I took another breath, "A week, week ago today I met her and her boyfriend at lunch. It was just supposed to be to talk about a story, not this."
She laughed, "I guess it was about a story, huh?"
I nodded. "Yeah, guess it was."
"This girl, how old is she?"
"Twenty-four..." God, that sounded stupid, so young.
"And she's pretty, you said?"
I nodded, "Very."
Karen hesitated for a long time before she said anything, you know, like 'you better find a good divorce lawyer.'
"Okay," she finally said.
I was confused, "Okay? Okay, what?"
She looked straight at me again, boring a hole through my eyes, "Okay, we'll go."
I was confused, "We'll go? What? Where? Out that night?"
"To your girlfriend's, to your little game."
Now I was really confused, Karen, my Karen? What the hell?
She went on, "I don't think I have anything for strip poker. Will have to do a little shopping tomorrow."
What the... was she talking about? "Hon? You...?"
She gave me a little peck on the lips, "I'll read more tomorrow, but for now we better get some sleep. Tomorrow might be a late night."
She rolled back over in bed leaving my mouth gaping open. What the fuckin' hell had just happened?
When I got up the next morning, Karen was in the kitchen, humming as usual, grating some potatoes for breakfast, "Good morning, sleepyhead," she said.
What the? I was still confused. Had last night actually happened? "I called my mom, told her something had come up so I'd be down next weekend, instead." I shook my head, this couldn't be real! "She was disappointed, but said it'd be okay."
After we ate breakfast, Karen asked me to show her that site again, "Got a little reading to catch up on," she said, "then going shopping." The cheerful voice was driving me mad!
So I showed her the website on her tablet, then how to get into my profile. She scrolled up and down, then the email messages with the pictures. "This her?" she asked as she clicked on the first one, the bikini.
"Uhuh, her name's Pauli," I told my wife, still absolutely, totally, bizarrely in shock.
She looked at all three pictures, "No wonder," she mumbled. Then she looked away from the screen up to me, "You were going to fuck her, weren't you?"
My mouth must have dropped open. My wife had never used that word in all the thirteen years we'd been married. And to just blurt that out, like, 'weather's great today, wanna go for a ride?' Is this the same woman I went to bed with last night?
But she was still waiting for an answer, "I don't know... doubt it... maybe," I admitted, "but I didn't. Couldn't. Had to tell you."
"Glad you did. You know what might have happened?"
I nodded, "Yeah, I think so, you'd have found out."
"And? That the only reason you told me?"
I shook my head, "No, just couldn't go through with it."
She hesitated, "You said she has a boyfriend?"
I nodded, unsure what the hell to say now, "She says he's not the jealous type." God, that sounded weird.
"Guess I have some competition, then, huh."
"I... I... I..." What the hell? How do you react to that? Damn! Pauli and Connor had suggested I bring my wife, though.
"You do the dishes," she told me, like, she... just wanted me to do the dishes. She sat down in her recliner with her tablet and I just watched while she sat and read. Those next chapters were pretty damn hardcore. And then later, they got really hardcore.
I glanced in at her once in a while while I was cleaning up the kitchen. She was just sitting there, reading. I totally didn't understand. There must be a part of my wife that I've never even known existed. Then I chuckled to myself a little, guess it worked both ways.
Then I wondered about that night. Was she seriously going to do that? Was I? And what exactly was 'that' going to be?
After the kitchen was spotless, I grabbed my laptop, sat down on the couch and started working on the next chapter of 'After the Reunion' that I'd been working on, glancing up occasionally to see Karen's grin, reading about Matt and Adriana trading spouses with Tanner and Tanya for the weekend. Of course, that would have been way earlier in the story. She was probably up to Reno by then.
I'd have loved to know exactly what was happening in the story when I heard a little 'Mmm' from Karen. I thought that it was going to be so cool when we're kind of back to 'normal', and I'd be able to go over the story with her instead of hiding the fact that I was writing it.
She read and I wrote for the next three hours, until shortly after noon, when Karen stood up and said it was time for her to go shopping. I could not help but notice that her thin, stretchy, lounging pants seemed damp between her legs. By then, she should have been almost through all thirty-seven chapters, or however in hell many there were.
I waited several minutes after she left and peeked out the front window to make sure she was gone, then picked up her tablet, opened it and checked to see if I could tell what she'd been reading. It was 'After the Reunion Ch 17, the one where Addie was in the glass cage with Jonah, then Samuel. I wondered what the hell she'd thought about that. I put it down, back where it had been so she wouldn't know I'd been spying. God, I still didn't understand, not at all!
Karen had been gone nearly four hours. I'll admit that I totally lost interest in writing the next chapter of the story, still bewildered and nervous as hell about that night. Twenty-four hours ago, I was scared about our pending divorce when Karen eventually found out about my night with Pauli. And now? Hell, I'd been confused about things before, but not like this! What the hell was going to happen later tonight?
Was this all an act so Karen could meet Pauli and strangle her? At least we don't own a gun, so it would have to be hand-to-hand combat. I didn't think that was her plan, hoped not, anyway. But the alternative was even weirder. Karen hadn't ever even hinted at anything like exhibitionism; she always dressed pretty conservatively. The silver dress a week ago was the most revealing I'd ever seen her wear. Strip poker? With strangers? No way! I guess it'd be easier than with people we know, but still. Impossible was still impossible.
I know damn good and well that she was wet after reading those stories, though. Far as I know, that'd never happened before. And what the hell was she buying?
When she finally did get home, she carried in several bags. I didn't see what store they were from, she went straight upstairs to our room and a few minutes later, I heard her yell down, "Hon, you need to come get the clothes you're wearing."
Okay, I climbed the stairs and went into our bedroom. Karen wasn't in the room and I heard the shower running, so that was obviously where she was. I looked around, hoping to see the sacks she'd brought home, but they weren't anywhere. I pulled some clothes out of my drawer; clean socks, underwear (what kind of underwear do you wear to strip poker?) pair of slacks and a nice shirt out of the closet. Shoes, need shoes. My nicest shoes are a pair of leather boat shoes, so grabbed those as well; then my toothbrush, razor, and a comb.
While I was getting the toothbrush and stuff, I took a little peek through the frosted shower doors at my wife's naked body. She's a little self-conscious about her thirty-five-year-old body, but in reality, she looks damn good. Nice perky boobs, smallish, but sexy as hell; slim waist; coal-black hair, my inspiration for Adriana's hair color; and very 'wholesome' pretty, a lot like I envision Adriana.
I shook my head in wonderment, picked up my things and headed out.
I had to laugh at myself a little, lighten the mood, when I thought about what I had written about Adriana and Tanya, even Michelle in the Robert and Michelle series, how their husbands always had to wait for them to get ready to go. That was a total figment of my imagination as Karen was almost always really quick getting ready. But not this time. She took forever, just like Matt waiting for the fictional Adriana.
When Karen did come downstairs, I was totally blown away, confused, bewildered, perplexed, however in hell you want to say it. I didn't understand. I totally was at a loss for words. Karen was wearing a grey, frumpy-looking, ankle-length dress-thing, almost like a burlap bag, white sneakers, hair in a bun, looking like she was going to a... hell, I had no idea where. She had a small bag with her, about as nondescript as what she was wearing.
"You ready?" the bag-lady cheerfully asked me. That was what she looked like, a homeless, bag-lady. What the hell?
"You're wearing... that?" I asked her.
She looked down at herself, "Uh, yeah, problem?"
No, no problem at all. I don't know what I wanted to say. "No, you're beautiful." Liar! Well, she is, but that... sack she was wearing?
She smiled, "Thank you, I hoped you'd like it. Shall we go?"
What the friggin hell? But I was a perfect gentleman; I opened the car door for her and watched her climb in, scooting that... maybe it was canvas, whatever the hell it was... around so it didn't pinch her butt. At least it didn't have any holes or tears. And was clean. Those were about the only good things I could think of.
Right after we left home, bag-lady suggested we run by McDonald's for something to eat. I didn't think my fluttery stomach could handle a thing, but we stopped anyway. It was almost embarrassing, I was glad Karen, in her gunny-sack or whatever, was on the other side where the cashier-girl couldn't see her, at least much.
Karen ordered her usual chicken sandwich and I suggested maybe we could split it, since she didn't usually eat all of hers and I didn't feel in the least bit hungry. We ordered one diet coke to share, too.
After getting them, I pulled into a parking spot. Karen tore the sandwich somewhat in half and we sat, eating. I did manage a bite and it didn't seem so bad so I ate down the rest of my half, then waited while Karen nibbled on hers. She's infuriating sometimes, how long it takes her to eat. Maybe that's why she manages to keep that figure.
Okay, I'll admit that one evening on my way home from work that week, I'd looked up Pauli's address and driven by her house. Hoped I'd get a glimpse, maybe through a bedroom window or something. But it was only once. Does that make me a stalker?
On the way, after we'd finished our sandwich, I kept looking over at Karen, wondering when she'd call off this charade, tell me it was all a joke, to turn around and go home.
Even when I pulled up in front of her house, I fully expected something to happen, sure as hell not what did happen, though. What did happen was that Karen waited in the car for me to open her door, then together we walked up Pauli's sidewalk and Karen stood in front with her little bag, ringing the door.
"Okay," Karen had said.
I was confused, "Okay? Okay what?"
She had looked straight at me, "Okay, we'll go."
"Go? What? Where? Out that night?"
"To your girlfriend's, to your little game."
That was Karen, the night before, right after I'd told her about Lush, my stories, Pauli, and the planned strip poker game, shocking the shit out of me. I remembered wondering what the hell had just happened!
Now, here we were, standing in front of Pauli's door and I was still wondering the same thing, what the hell was going on? This was NOT my Karen, not the Karen I'd been married to the past thirteen years! She rang the doorbell a second time and we waited. This time we heard noises inside, the door opened, Connor on the other side of the threshold. "Pauli's in her room getting ready, be a few minutes," then he stood aside to let us in. I saw his head cock a little when he took in my wife.
"You brought your wife, good," he said. At least he was polite, didn't make any snarky comment. Like I was trying so hard not to do.
I took that as time for introductions, "Connor, this is Karen," the bag lady. God, I hope that didn't come out out-loud. I have been known to do that, accidentally. "Hon, Connor," I said.
"Nice to meet you," she smiled at him and reached out to take his hand briefly, "you have a bathroom I could use?" she asked. That didn't take long, thought she'd gone potty right before we left. She always does.
"Sure," he pointed to the hall, "second door on the left," and we both watched my wife disappear down the hall.
Connor pointed to the couch, "Sit?" he asked.
Good, I was so damned nervous that standing there was driving me crazy. Of course, sitting would, too. But you know the old saying, 'least of two evils.' If you didn't know it, you do now.
Connor and I chatted for the next several minutes. He did seem like a decent guy. He asked again, "You've never done anything like this?"
I shook my head, "No, not ever, never even thought about it."
"How'd you get your wife to come? She do it before?"
I shrugged, "Hell, I don't know. I got up the courage last night to tell her, half expecting her to throw me out of the house and all she said was, 'I'm going'."
He looked around, to make sure no one, namely Karen, had snuck in on us, "That, umm, thing she's wearing. Is that... normal?"
I laughed, "I have never in my life seen her in anything like that. I have no clue what's going through that brain."
Connor laughed a little at that, too, "Women!" he said, understanding the situation at least as well as I was. Pretty sure he was hoping she'd look better without it than with it. Yeah, she does.
I heard a door open down the hall. A few seconds later, Pauli made her appearance. My breath caught when I saw her; silk, pullover blouse, bra? No way, her nipples trying to poke through, tight, tight, bluejeans, high heels, and a huge smile when she saw me. I stood and my heart rate spiked as soon as I saw her. Something else spiked, too. "Didn't I hear a female voice out here?" she asked.
"My wife, Karen," I said. Speaking of Karen, where the hell was she? Delay in the ladies' room is what had gotten me into this situation in the first place. "She's in the bathroom."
"Good," she came over and gave me a kiss on the lips. "Hope she's good with that, I expect some attention tonight." My heart was doing its best to beat out of my chest. Pauli's kiss ended and about a minute later, another door opened in the hall. Bag lady was coming back. I didn't understand why Karen had gone to such effort to make herself so unattractive. Hopefully, it wasn't because she didn't want to get Pauli's blood on her good clothes. I wondered if she might have had a dagger in that little bag. Maybe that was what she'd spent all day looking for.
But when she came around the corner, she didn't look like a bag lady at all, no dagger, either, more like a glamorous movie star at her movie opening. God, I didn't know what to say, she was absolutely beautiful! A lavender wrap-dress, one like she's never worn before. A big 'V' up her thigh where the wrap came together and another down between her breast; A wide strap over one shoulder, the other bare.
Then it came to me what she'd done. She'd just read the story of Adriana's college reunion and she found a dress replicating the one I tried to describe Adriana wearing that night. Her 'bag lady' look had just been a cover, from one extreme to the other, I guess to hide her dress until she got here.
Connor's eyes popped wide looking my wife up and down and Pauli's only word was, "Wow." Then she looked down at herself and said, "I think I feel a little underdressed."
"Babe, you're perfect, gorgeous," Connor said. My eyes diverted back to Pauli. She was, no doubt about that. I could think of a few other adjectives, too.
Those tight jeans, how the hell did she get into them? "Yeah," I politely agreed, "perfect," not wanting to say what I actually was thinking. Then looked over at Karen, hoping that I hadn't overstepped my allowable, whatever in hell my 'allowable' might be. And what about Karen, what the hell was her allowable?
Then my brain took ahold, at least a little bit, "This is my wife, Karen," I told Pauli.
"Pauli, nice to meet you," introducing herself. Then she smiled and said, "this should be a lot of fun tonight."
"Anyone want a drink?" Connor interrupted my ogling at his girlfriend.
"Yeah, sure, what do you have?" Karen asked.
He hesitated a bit, like he was trying to think, "Vodka, rum, whiskey, beer, orange juice, coke, seven-up, ginger ale," looking at Pauli, "forget anything?"
She shook her head, "Nope, don't think so, how about some rum and ginger ale with lots of crushed ice."
"Wine?" Karen asked. I cocked my head a little, I'd half expected her to just ask for coke or orange juice.
"Sorry, no wine," Connor said. I looked over at Karen. We both just realized we should have brought something. I think we were both too nervous to think straight.
"How about what Pauli's having, then," she said, surprising me again.
Karen and I don't drink. Even that wine the other night was an aberration for us. We know somewhere between nothing and nothing about alcohol. We both knew it wouldn't take much. But with the way Karen's acting so weird, even without it... And maybe I wasn't totally blameless. That brought a little laugh, blameless? Hell, the whole damn thing was totally my fault!
Like, I can hardly wait to see Pauli without those jeans. Even if it does mean Connor will see a lot more of my wife. Actually, the more I thought about it, that seemed kind of exciting, too. Maybe the alcohol would be a good idea.
I asked for the same thing, no idea what else to ask for.
A few minutes later, Connor brought in a tray with the four drinks, set it down on the coffee table and then he and I pulled the loveseat around the other side of the coffee table from the couch. They already had a deck of cards on the table. We sat down, Karen and I on the loveseat, her on my left, Connor on the couch just opposite her and Goddess, I mean Pauli, beside him, opposite me.
God, when I wrote that fictional story of Matt and Adriana, I tried to imagine the angst Matt would feel sitting there with his wife, having just found out about his wife and Tanner's love affair and about to watch his wife strip naked in front of another couple for the first time in his life. I thought I had done a pretty good job, but damn, it weren't nothin' like real life! I was scared shitless out of my mind and every second getting worse. I still didn't understand Karen letting us come to this, this... whatever in the hell it was going to be. Were we seriously going to get naked? Was Karen? And then???
And how the hell did I feel about that? The idea of watching Karen take off her clothes in front of these people was kind of exciting to me, but what then? I know what happened in the story with Matt and Adriana, but I couldn't even imagine seeing another guy kissing Karen, much less...
And Pauli, up to now this had seemed kind of abstract, how damned exciting to see her naked, but now... right across the table and it was actually going to happen? And I knew damn good and well that Karen wouldn't let things go like Matt and Tanya had. At least I didn't think so, but just the fact she was here... Shit!
I took a drink of the rum. Crap! "How much of that stuff did you put in this?" I blurted out to Connor.
"Let's just say, you'll probably notice it," he laughed.
I took another sip. Yeah, 'notice it', pretty much an understatement. "You try yours, hon?" I asked Karen.
She took a sip and puckered her face, "Whew, you use the whole bottle?" she managed after a moment of trying to catch her breath. Like I said, neither of us are used to alcohol.
"It'll get better after you drink some," Pauli said. I sure as hell hoped so.
"Ready to start?" Connor asked, "same rules as in the story? Dares, questions thrown in along with the clothes for bets?
I looked at Karen for her guidance. It seemed fun in the story, but for real? "Sounds good to me, I like it," she said. I guess I was still waiting for her to jump up, grab my hand and say it was all a joke. Seemed like she was pushing this a bit far.
"Cut for first deal?" Connor asked. He put the cards in front of Pauli and she cut a four, I cut a three, Karen an eight, and Connor a two.
"Guess it's my deal first," Karen said.
I looked at her, I'd just realized something. We'd never played poker together. I used to a little when I was a kid, but Karen and I usually played pinochle or some other game, never poker. "You know how to play?" I asked her.
"Used to, long time ago, still remember the hands, though," she answered. She shuffled the cards and before dealing, asked, "this a practice hand or the real thing?"
I shrugged, "Real?" everyone else nodded their agreement.
Karen started dealing out the cards to the four of us. I almost wanted to scream, 'you're not serious. No way, you're not actually doing this!' But I didn't, I just watched her deal, in awe that my wife, my Karen was dealing a strip poker hand. I hadn't ever thought about what it might be like for the world to be turned upside down, but I guess I was about to find out.
She dealt out the five cards to each of us; I had a pair of eights. It was Connor's first bet; "Pair of shoes," he said.
Pauli frowned, "Call."
I had a pair, not bad for first hand, "Raise socks."
"So, both shoes and socks to me?" Karen looked at her hand, smiled and said, I'll call and I raise a dare.
She. Actually. Was. Doing. This!
Connor called and Pauli said she was dropping out "Can't drop out on the first hand, already," Karen said. This was my wife?
"Okay then, call," Pauli shrugged.
"Me, too," I agreed.
"One," Connor said, throwing away one card. He looked at his new card and a big smile spread across his face. He had to be bluffing, maybe.
"Four" Pauli said. She made absolutely no reaction when she looked at her new cards.
"Three." I got nothin'. Still just a pair of eights.
"Your bet," Karen told Connor.
He looked at his cards, the smile didn't seem quite so broad. "Pass."
Pauli giggled, "I'm gonna bet one more piece of clothes, whatever."
I called and Karen threw her cards down, face-down. "Nuh-uh, girl! You wouldn't let me drop out, you either," Pauli said.
She picked her cards back up and frowned "Fine, I'm in."
Connor called as well, then looked at his girlfriend, "Whatcha got, girl?"
She got a big smile on her face and a giggle, "Lucky draw. Pair of jacks."
Crap! I threw mine down, pair of eights was shit!
"Threw away one of my damn sevens and drew another!" Karen moaned.
"Nothin," Connor said.
"Okay, then, start disrobing, people. Robert, you're first." Pauli gloated.
This wasn't how it was supposed to go. It was supposed to be Pauli taking her clothes off. I took off my shoes, then socks and pulled my shirt over my head. "There!"
Now it was Karen's turn. Shoes and socks were fine. She had stockings, but same thing. A little more fun to watch her take off, though. But then what? She only had that dress. Bet she was wishing she'd worn a blouse and skirt, or pants like Pauli had.
She pushed the loveseat back a little, leaned down and unsnapped her heels from around her ankles. Too bad, I like her in those, don't often see Karen in high heels and it's sexy as hell. She pushed them off and had to stand, turning around, facing away from us, to take off her stockings. "No way," Connor complained, "the rules say you can't turn away."
"What rules?" Karen protested.
"Just... the rules. You can't," he insisted.
She grumbled out a 'fine' and turned back facing us, but trying hard to reach up under her dress without raising it too high to reach the top of her stockings. Sheeit! That made me instantly hard. If this is what it's like to watch your wife undress in front of other people, I decided right then I liked it!
She struggled with those stockings, trying to not show too much, but she wasn't succeeding. There just wasn't any way she could get to the top of those stockings without showing off those sexy legs. After a minute of sexy struggling, she had them off. I averted my eyes to Connor; he was making a little tent, too.
Karen started to sit back down until Pauli reminded her, "One more, dearie."
Now there was a look of panic on Karen's face, "I... I... can't..." maybe reality had finally caught up with her. Her courage had definitely left her.
"Take another drink, that'll help. We'll wait." Pauli helpfully said.
Karen's face had turned mostly white. She picked up her glass of rum. I don't think there was much ginger ale in it. This time it was a much longer drink and when she took the glass away from her lips, her mouth was puckered big time.
"What's it going to be?" Connor asked. He was obviously as eager as I was. I had no idea what she'd do. This was just so far outside our realm of possibilities that I still couldn't believe it was happening. Shoes and stockings were one thing, but... what now?
Karen stood, like she'd made a decision. I had no clue what to expect? Was she actually going to take off her dress?
Her face went from white to red, like a chameleon does so quickly. She stood in front of us, red-faced and shaking. Her hands toyed with the hem of her dress and she suddenly pulled it up on the outside of her legs and pushed her panties down on the floor.
Her face was still red and she held her knees tight together on the loveseat beside me. The hem of her dress was short, probably four or five inches above her knees and that 'V' in front showed a lot more than that. Especially, sitting, a LOT more. And now, no panties! That, in itself, was a first in our thirteen years.
"Hand me the panties," Pauli said. I think she had no mercy.
"I..."
"Please, the panties," she repeated.
Karen's face turned red all over again. It had almost recovered before Pauli wanted the panties. Connor leaned over and picked them up, balling them in his hand before handing them to his girlfriend.
Pauli took them in her hand, spread them out, feeling the thin gusset, "Damp, wet, even," she looked over at Karen, smiling, "what does that mean?" then held them up for the Connor and me to see. They were so tiny, so thin, we could see clear through them. I'd never seen Karen wear anything like that, didn't know she owned any panties so tiny and thin, so damn sexy! And yeah, you could even see the dampness stain.
Poor Karen was sitting there, I think about as embarrassed as she'd ever been, not saying a thing.
Pauli tossed them over with Karen's shoes and stockings, then said, "Now I think the three of you owe me a dare." She looked at Connor, then Karen, "I want... you two to kiss. Just to set the mood for the night, and I don't mean a peck-kiss, either; I want to see a long-lost lover's kiss, at least a couple minute's worth."
Connor's face grew into a big smile, but Karen... she looked scared to death. Here she was, sitting in a short dress, no panties, obviously horny, a good-looking guy she'd just met. And to kiss him like a lover? How the hell did I feel about that? I wasn't so sure, but my cock seemed to know. It was hard as a steel rod.
Connor got up, Karen scooted the loveseat back a little again and I stood up, stepping out of the way, partly horrified and partly (mostly) more turned on than I ever had been in my life. That, I hadn't expected! Well, I kind of did, but from Pauli, not Karen.
Connor sat down in the loveseat where I'd been and scooted over toward my wife. "You have no idea how much I've been looking forward to this," he said, right before his lips touched Karen's. He put a hand on Karen's shoulder, pulling her in tighter. Karen looked stiff, like she was still scared, but as I watched, she gradually loosened up and a hand went behind Connor's head.
After a few more seconds, Karen had scooted down and leaned back against the arm of the loveseat and Connor was on top of her, both fully embracing Pauli's instructions. This was something I'd never expected to see, my Karen passionately kissing another man. And me liking it! Clearly, Karen was just as into it as Connor was, her hands all over Connor's shirtless back, fingernails making scratch marks, and when Pauli said it was enough, it took another half-minute for them to break apart.
Karen was twenty-two when we first met, a beautiful, raven-haired young lady. Undoubtedly, she'd had a sex life before we met, but we've never discussed it, either of us with other sex-partners. It was something I just couldn't even imagine thinking about, Karen with another man. Now, I'd just witnessed the unthinkable, and shit, I was loving it!
When Connor finally did pull away, Karen was still leaning against the arm of the love-seat, breathing hard, eyes closed, her lips half-open, lipstick smeared. "I think that was a pretty good mood-setter," Pauli said, giggling, then patted the couch beside her, "why don't we just go ahead and switch the seating," she suggested, inviting me to sit on the couch with her.
"But first," she went on, "you still owe me that dare. I watched her as her eyes scrolled up and down my body, then seemed to center right on my... midsection. At the very obvious tent that had formed in the last few minutes.
"I want... you to stand up," she pointed to the spot right at the end of the table, beside Karen's pile of clothes, "and masturbate that thing," pointing to my midsection, "over your pants is okay."
My mouth gaped open and now it was my turn for a red face, "You're... you're kidding, right," I begged.
I don't think she was, "Just don't let it make a mess. You need to stop before anything happens."
My understanding wife finally spoke in my behalf, "Yes, sweetheart, please stop before then," she looked over at Pauli with a conspiratorial grin, "Pauli and I have better plans we don't want you to spoil, don't we, Pauli."
I sat down beside Pauli, not knowing what to do, and took a big swallow of my rum, until Karen spoke up again, "We're waiting, dearest" she said.
I stood back up where Pauli had said, this all because of a damned lucky pair of jacks? I sure as hell hadn't imposed this on Matt in the story.
I stood there, looking down at myself. The 'tent' was obvious. That kiss between Karen and Connor had been just about the hottest thing I've ever seen. But I couldn't bring myself to wrap my hand around myself in front of these people. I didn't even do that in front of Karen - ever.
Pauli stood up and stepped around behind me, snuggling up to my behind. The smell of her sexy perfume was overwhelming when she nibbled on my neck. "Maybe it'd help," she said, "if I helped," and wrapped her tiny hand around mine and guided it to my cock, sliding it up and down...
Oh God, Oh God! I felt her cheek against mine, her lips nibbling my ear, her perfume, "Stop!" I screeched, I couldn't take it. I was so close. Another second would have taken me over the edge.
I sat back down, my heart beating out of my chest. I took another drink of that rum. It seemed to go down a lot easier, tasted a lot better.
It hit me, this had been ONE hand of cards!
"I think I need to use the restroom again," Karen said. Yeah, I needed a break, too.
Connor and Pauli both said they were fine, so it was just Karen and me to the bathroom. Under the circumstances, I figured I'd better wait for her. What circumstances? She and I have used the bathroom at the same time about a thousand times, probably a lot more than that. Was it the alcohol making me see things so different? Hell, I didn't know, just did.
Then when it was my turn, I wobbled a little going down the hall. Not used to the alcohol. Damn, it was tempting to relieve myself before going pee, but I didn't. Would sure have made the peeing easier, though. Kinda hard to open the spout when the faucet's that hard.
Just peeing helped, though, and the break I'm sure. I did manage to get my zipper done back up, which I don't think I could have a minute earlier. At least, not without some pain.
When I sat back down on the couch next to Pauli, someone said it was my turn to deal, since I'd switched positions with Connor and it would have been his turn.
At least I could still shuffle, always have been good at shuffling. Another drink first tasted really good, though.
I dealt out our five cards and looked at my hand, 3-4-6-9-10, suits all mixed up. Wonderful! Karen looked at her cards and giggled, "You all are going to be so sorry!" Apparently, she didn't understand the concept of trying to trick your opponents. Or maybe she did.
In any case, it was Pauli's turn to bet first. She bet her shoes and socks against one thing of clothes. Seemed fair, the rest of us were down to showing something with our one thing. She was still fully dressed. Connor called and Karen raised it with a dare. I had nothing and not much likelihood of getting anything. At least my horny, fuddled brain recognized that. But it wasn't smart enough to just quit. "Call," I said.
Pauli and Connor called Karen's dare, too.
Four cards to Pauli, three to Connor, one to Karen. Maybe she did have something, probably trying to fill a straight or flush. From the smirk on her face, she probably got it. I dealt myself a king, six, nine and nine - a pair!
Pauli's bet - she bet one more piece of clothing; Connor frowned but called and Karen, my sweet wife, raised the stakes with a truth. At least I had a pair now, so called. So did Pauli and Connor.
Karen was almost euphoric. No, not 'almost'. She showed her cards; two pairs, sevens and queens. Shit! Beat my pair of nines. Pauli and Connor threw their cards in, too.
Then it hit me. I had on... slacks and underpants, two things. The bet was two things, besides another dare and truth. Naked was coming up really, really soon. At least, according to how we did it last time, I'd go last.
Pauli was first, she took off her shoes and socks, then asked what next. "Blouse or pants?" she asked, seemingly directing her question to me.
I was caught staring, drooling, blouse or pants? It still looked like bare nipples trying to poke through. Can't count both as one? "Blouse," I blurted out. I wanted to see those tits!
She stood up and started to slowly pull it up. My eyes couldn't have gotten any bigger and my heart rate doubled again, along with my hardness factor. Her bare tummy, flat, curved from her hips; the bulge of her tits, yeah, no bra, then over her nipples and I wanted to touch them so fuckin' bad! Then it was gone. She was sitting totally topless a few inches away from me, something I'd never have dreamed in my wildest imagination. A little birthmark on her left boob. God, I wanted to feel it.
I'll have to go rewrite that other strip scene, I'd missed the excitement by a mile! I don't think my heart could possibly beat any faster than it was. Hell, I have no idea how to write what I was feeling then.
Then it was Connor's turn. He was the same as me, pants and underwear; at least I assumed underwear. He stood up. I watched Karen watching him. Her mouth was slightly open with her tongue rubbing her upper lips. To say that she was turned on is to say that an elephant is big. I was long past being surprised at her. She scooted over to his side of the loveseat.
Connor pushed his pants down and stepped out of them, then his silk underwear. He said, "You do it," to Karen.
I just said that she wasn't surprising me anymore. Guess that was a bit premature. Watching my wife scoot off the loveseat and onto her knees reaching for another guy's underwear was sure as hell something I never expected to see.
But that was nothing compared to when she'd pulled them down enough for his fat cock to pop out right in front of her and she opened her mouth sliding the head in. Karen's hands abandoned his underwear and wrapped around his cock and I heard a male moan.
I couldn't even remember the last time that Karen was turned on enough to pull my cock in her mouth like that. It just wasn't something in our sexual repertoire.
Just when Connor wrapped his hands around the back of Karen's head, and Pauli spoke up, "Enough, guys!" I had been sitting there beside her, just dumbfounded at what I was seeing.
Karen let him go, but she sure didn't act like she wanted to. She sat back down on the loveseat, said she needed another drink and took a long swallow of her rum, emptying her glass. So did I. Damn, I never expected this!
"New drink, guys?" Connor asked. I think we all needed our glasses filled again.
We all got up and stretched, Connor going in the kitchen, his shaft bobbing up and down as he walked. I got up and walked over to Karen, asking her, "You okay, hon?" knowing damn good and well that she was a hell of a lot better than 'okay'. But I wanted her to know that I was, too.
Before she answered, I reached underneath her dress and pulled it up, my hand along the outside of her leg, all the way up to her now bare hips. "Mmm, I like that, have to go out like that more often."
She slapped my hand away, "Hon, quit, they'll see."
I laughed, "And that's going to bother someone? You're so hot tonight!"
She looked at me, a mildly concerned look on her face, "You okay? Guess I got a little carried away."
I kissed her and told her, "You go, babe! Enjoy yourself. Remember, it's my fault we're here."
She smiled, a sexy, evil smile, "Yes, it is, isn't it?"
I'd completely forgotten that it was going to be my turn when we started again.
Connor brought our four new drinks, Karen watching him, every bounce. She wasn't being even a little bashful about watching his bobbing dick.
We all sat back down and I took another long drink, remembering what was coming.
We sat for just a few seconds before Pauli spoke to me, "I think it was going to be your turn," then the words that cut through me, sweetly adding, "want me to help?"
I looked at her, sitting there with her bare boobs, want her to help? Yeah, who in their right mind wouldn't?
I stood, waiting. She walked around the table and loveseat, knelt down in front of me and unsnapped my slacks. God, my cock was swollen and hard! She pulled down my slacks to my knees, then my undershorts and looked up, "I think turnabout's fair, don't you?" and wrapped her hands around me, opening her mouth, and I felt her hot lips wrapping around me. I let out a loud groan and almost instantly felt myself stiffening and the cum erupting in Pauli's mouth.
I thrust my hips forward and felt myself pushing deeper, orgasming spasm after spasm into her mouth. Pauli's hands were squeezing and her lips were sucking, and I heard a loud, uncontrollable squeal coming from my mouth. I'd never in my life felt anything like what I was feeling then. Karen has, on rare occasion, had my cock in her mouth, but never, ever had I come in her mouth. The feeling was more incredible than I'd ever imagined.
When it was over, I could barely stand. It felt like a hundred percent of the strength had been sucked out of my body. I stumbled and almost fell down on the couch, my pants still wrapped around my ankles. Pauli giggled at me, then tugged them off for me. I was barely able to lift my legs for her.
When my lucidity did return, at least somewhat, I looked over at Karen, my wife. I wanted to be sure that she was okay with what had just happened. She smiled back and blew me an air-kiss, so it seemed she was.
Pauli returned to her side of the couch next to me, putting her hand on my bare thigh. I couldn't believe that I was now sitting next to her, stark naked. Even after what had just happened, her hand on my thigh was burning a hole through my skin. My cock had shrunk a little after coming in Pauli's mouth, but her hand on my thigh a few inches from it was making it swell all over again.
"I think," my sweet wife said, "you all still owe me my dare. Remember, that was part of the bet?" She looked around the table, me sitting there, rather nervous, since I was naked and at this point, didn't trust her at all.
"But first, I think there's some other business we should do." She picked up the cards and shuffled them, putting them back down face down on the table. "Pauli and I are the only ones with clothes on." She giggled and said, "Does that say something about the guys' card playing skills?"
"Luck!" Connor and I said in unison.
"Eat your heart out, it's skill," Pauli said.
"Skill," Karen agreed, "anyway, Pauli... since both our guys are..." she looked back and forth at us, "losers, how about if you and I just cut the cards to see who goes first. You cut first?"
Pauli must have agreed, she put her hand on the deck of cards, worked her fingers up and down it a bit until she was satisfied with her card and squeezed and picked up part of the deck, holding the bottom card on the table so we couldn't see it. "Your cut," she told Karen.
Karen did the same, picked up about half of the rest of the deck, "Low card goes first?" she said.
Pauli nodded and then turned her cards over, a four. When Pauli turned over the four, Karen let herself breathe. Apparently, in spite of the fact that this was her idea, she'd been holding her breath, not wanting to have to go first. She turned over her card, a three. And the color drained out of her face.
"Guess you're first," Pauli told Karen.
"Shit!" another word she doesn't use. She took another big drink of her rum. My anxiety spiked. This night had turned out... hell, how do I explain? It had been a hell of a lot easier with Matt and Adriana's story, that was fiction. But here, watching my wife, about to take her clothes off seemed so damned much different. I've said that before, but it just seemed like it kept getting more and more so.
She stood up and I could tell how scared she was. She seemed so confident a couple minutes ago when she suggested that she and Pauli cut the cards, but now... Not so confident at all. As a matter of fact, scared shitless, to be blunt. She took another drink of the rum. Liquid courage, or so she hoped. Didn't seem like it was working so much.
She finally at least got the courage to stand. I thought maybe I'd offer, "You want help, love?" I asked her.
She shook her head, "No, I have to do this." Her hands were shaking when she went to that button on the side, the one holding her dress together.
"Hon, you don't have to. Nobody'll be mad if you don't. We can go home if you can't do it." God, I hoped she didn't take me up on that offer! The evidence was pretty clear what I thought about the situation. I'd recovered every bit of my hardness. Of course, Pauli's fingers working their way closer and closer on my bare leg hadn't hurt that little issue, either.
She shook her head again, "No, I really do have to do it." She was looking down at the little button, trying to push it through the buttonhole with fingers that weren't working very well. Actually, it's not a 'little' button, it's a pretty big one. I'm rambling, kind of like what Karen was doing - stalling. Of course, though, every second that she stalled made it more exciting for me and no doubt, Connor and Pauli.
She had finally gotten the button pushed through and looked up at the three of us, intently watching. "Can't you look away or something?" she asked.
I think I could speak for all three of us, very simply, "Nope," I told her.
"You sure you don't want to go first?" she asked Pauli.
"You won the honor," Pauli said. I guess the fact that Pauli was naked above her waist wasn't helping Karen much.
I think the fact that she'd taken off her panties a while ago was playing pretty heavily on Karen's mind about then. I wondered if she was regretting even volunteering for us to come tonight. She hadn't seemed to be regretting it a few minutes ago. But now?
She held the outside wrap of her dress with one hand and reached underneath with her other hand, to hold it in place until she was good and ready. I thought of a little funny, watching her. Adriana hadn't seemed to mind nearly so much. Of course, Adriana was a figment of my imagination, maybe that was why.
She pulled the one side of the wrap open, holding the other in place with her other hand. She seemed to be struggling with the strap over her shoulder, so, in spite of her saying she'd do it herself, I got up off the couch to slide it off her shoulder. She seemed to appreciate it but didn't say anything. I don't think she could speak.
And this was after all the 'liquid courage' she'd been drinking all evening. I wondered what it might have been like without the rum.
She finally let go of the one side, letting it dangle free while she held the other part of the dress in place over her front. Just seeing her naked hip and back, except for her bra strap was almost doing me in. It was a damned good thing that I'd had that little incident in Pauli's mouth. 'Little incident' indeed!
There was only the one strap. Her other shoulder was bare, so the only thing holding her dress was Karen's hand in front. We all watched as she closed her eyes, took a couple of deep breaths... and let it fall on the floor. Her face was so red!
I stood there in awe of my wife, naked, except for her lacy, lavender bra. And naked is what I meant. Her private area was bare, naked as a baby. She'd always had pubic hair, kept it trimmed for her bikini, but it was always a fairly modest bikini, at least by some girl's standards, but now she was totally, 100% bare and smooth-looking. You know how badly I wanted to feel that smoothness, to run my fingers over her naked pussy, press them inside her, see how wet she was? No, you can't. And I can't even begin to express how badly I wanted to.
She looked down at herself, "I... I read the story," talking to me, "seemed like you'd want me... bare. Did it for you," holding her legs tight together. "I didn't think, you know... that we'd go this far." She looked over my shoulder at Pauli and Connor, sitting there with about the most massive hard-on I've ever seen on a guy. Actually, I think the only hard-on I've seen, besides my own.
I reached down, ran my hand over her front, getting a little moan. I just couldn't stop myself. Karen opened her legs just a little, enough that I could reach my fingers between them. God, she felt... I couldn't even think, so smooth, so fuckin' sexy!
I realized I'd been standing in front of Karen, blocking the view for the others. I wanted Connor to see, Pauli, too. So I stepped to the side, then behind Karen, reaching around and rubbing between her legs. She just stood there, transfixed, breathing hard, letting me run my fingers over her bare pussy, feeling her smooth skin, then just inside the slit of her pussy, letting out little moans. God, this was getting me so turned on! I'd had that little 'incident' a few minutes earlier, but I think this was even more exciting. And Karen was so wet!
I turned a little, Karen, too, so that she was directly facing Connor, pushed her legs apart a little more and she didn't resist, felt the alcohol and the lust driving me on, then took two fingers... spread her lips apart... wanted Connor and Pauli to see, especially Connor. And couldn't stop myself. I pressed those two fingers inside her, all the way to my knuckle and felt Karen's knees buckle under her, along with a sharp intake of breath and a loud 'Unhh'. I held her up, mostly with the hand with the fingers inside her pussy, pushing them deeper, curling my fingers against that spot inside her that drives her out of her mind, even with just the two of us. She began that groaning noise she often makes when she's close to an orgasm and I felt her pussy muscles begin to tighten around my fingers so pulled them out hoping I hadn't pushed just a little too far, too long. Apparently not, as she pushed her own hands to her pussy and began to wail, "Noooo! Don't stop!"
I helped her to sit back down on the couch next to Connor, still groaning and with her hands pressed between her legs.
After I sat, I realized that Karen still had that lacy bra on. She sat on the couch, recovering from what we had just done and when she opened her eyes, it was with embarrassment flooding through her, her hands instantly covering her face.
We all sat quietly the next few minutes letting Karen recover her composure, at least a little. When it seemed that she had, at least she'd taken her hands away from her face and opened her eyes, Connor scooted a little closer to her, put his left hand over her right breast, rolled her nipple between two fingers over her bra and said, "Think your husband forgot something, babe."
Karen's face was still red from the 'previous' and Connor's fingers on her tit seemed to only bring out the red complexion a bit more. She didn't seem to mind, though, as her hand went up, cupping his and pressing it tighter to her. He wrapped his other hand around her back, like he had done this before, and unsnapped the clip on her bra, letting it fall away; then pulling his hand away, let her bra fall in her lap.
I thought he was done, but he leaned over and took Karen's nipple in his mouth, sucking briefly, getting another loud moan from her before he released her and sat up.
My eyes were bulging out of their sockets watching another man sucking on my Karen's tits. And her enjoying it so damned much! Even besides the fact that she was now stark naked.
"Well, that was rather exciting!" Pauli said, "guess it's my turn, now."
She stood up and without nearly Karen's fear, unsnapped her tight jeans and pushed them down her legs. God, if I hadn't already been so hard, that would have done it for me. Her panties were no more than a tiny triangle and totally sheer. And she was bare, just like my wife was. She pulled the jeans off her legs, spread her legs just slightly and asked me, "Want to feel?"
I'd been staring. How could I not? Then she took my hand, pulled me up off the couch and pushed my hand underneath the front of her panties. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!
I ran my hand up and down a little, feeling her smoothness, the damp little gap between her lips. My heart rate had doubled again and I wanted so much more.
"Push them off me," she said.
I pulled my hand out and ran them up and down over her hips and waist, watching, then slowly slipped fingers underneath the little elastic around her hips and pushed the whole thing down, watching the space between her legs, in wonderment that this was actually happening! That Karen was right here, watching... and, I guess, approving. At least she wasn't telling me to quit.
Pauli moved her foot, let the tiny little thing fall off her, then spread her feet apart a foot or so and ran her hands through my hair as I smelled her femininity. I ran my hands back up her legs, inside her thighs... and barely inside the slit of her pussy, feeling how soaked she was. Hearing her little moan. God!
I wanted to taste her, run my tongue up her slit. I think she wanted me to do it, too, but I couldn't. I pulled myself away, looking over at Karen, snuggling her naked body up tight to Connor, two fingers just gently stroking his erection.
Pauli and I sat back down. Karen had said she was saving her dare for after... and now it was after. We all looked at her for what came next. After all, she was the one who had won the poker hand, and the bets hadn't been paid yet.
"I... we have dares still... you guys have dares. Robert, Pauli..." My heart was pounding, wondering what she was going to say, "Sweetheart, I know what you've been wanting to do ever since you met her. I dare you to... make out... just... no sex, intercourse... no fucking." I held my breath, she was joking, right? Wants me and Pauli to... make out... naked? "And Connor, you're taking up where you left off a while ago... but this time, until I say to stop. No one else."
I looked over at Pauli, then at Karen, my entire nervous system having gone through the roof. Pauli reached over and touched her fingertips to my cheek, setting it on fire. I heard my wife's hard breathing and Connor getting closer to her.
Pauli drew closer and I all of a sudden wondered about those soft lips, remembered that half-minute or so outside The Olive Garden and the few seconds after we'd gotten here. This wasn't going to be a hurried, half-minute. It was going to be a lot more. A LOT more!
And then I felt those lips on mine and her naked breasts pressing against my chest. She kissed me and I kissed her back, our tongues intertwined, her hands behind my head and mine roaming up and down her back, pulling her tight to me. She pushed me backward onto the couch and scooted up so her nipple was in my mouth. I sucked it in, then her whole tit.
Pauli cried out, straddled my mid-section right above my you-know-what and pressed her naked pussy down on me, her right tit pushed in my mouth. I heard a long, loud wail, sounding like coming from the love-seat, glanced over and my wife was prone, underneath Connor. I couldn't tell if he was actually inside her or not, but God, the thought of it!
Pauli must have looked, too. She pulled herself off of me and suggested, "Let's go in the bedroom." I was all for it, except that I wanted to actually watch Connor fuck my Karen. Almost worse than what I wanted to do to Pauli.
When I wrote about Matt and Robert watching their wives with other men, it was something I'd read about, that other men wanted. Exciting, yeah, but certainly not anything I could ever contemplate with Karen. But now, here, in real life, watching Connor and Karen together, everything had changed. I suddenly understood. The excitement wasn't made up, wasn't just 'fiction'. It was a real thing, huge and all-encompassing. I know I'd tried to make it sound exciting, but never in my wildest imagination could I have imagined what it would actually be like.
Connor's body was spread across Karen's, their mouths together, Karen kissing him back just as hard, her hands spread across his back, apparently completely lost in the throes of her passion. Was his cock inside her? God, I wanted to know. He wasn't thrusting but his bare butt was sure as hell quivering.
I don't know if she sensed Pauli and me watching or what, but she opened her eyes and saw us. Pauli saw too and told them, "We're going in the bedroom."
Karen tapped Connor on the back, he pulled his lips from hers and looked toward us, "Bedroom," Pauli said again and pointed in that direction.
He climbed off of my wife, his cock just plain massive; long and thick. He hadn't been inside her, but it looked damp and slippery, probably pre-cum, maybe her own juices from rubbing against her. But I could tell that he hadn't been inside her when he rolled off. Like I'd said earlier, Karen's petite; short, thin. I wondered if that thing would even fit inside her.
They both stood, intertwined fingers together and followed Pauli and me into the master bedroom.
"Condoms?" Pauli asked, "we bought some... just in case."
"I won't get pregnant," Karen said. We knew that, we went to a fertility clinic several years earlier. She wasn't ovulating. Never had and the doctor said she never would. It's complicated, I won't try to explain why, doesn't matter. We thought about adopting but decided against it.
"I'm on the pill, it's okay," Pauli said, "and safe, too, both of us." I think it was beyond having to say that Karen and I were both safe.
That out of the way, Karen pulled herself back to Connor, her lips back on his, wrapped her legs around him, locked her feet together behind him and I heard, very distinctively, "Fuck me, Connor... hard!"
He backed her up against a wall, repositioned both of them a little and pressed forward, hard. If what I heard earlier was a wail, what we heard then was something unworldly, a noise like I'd never heard before in my life. Karen's eyes were open, glazed, appearing to be unseeing. He pulled back and thrust inside her again, eliciting the noise again, Karen's mouth agape. He thrust again and again and again. Karen's wailing and crying, I don't know how else to describe it, were continuous, her body shuddering, fingernails bloodying Connor's back.
I could hardly believe what I was seeing. When Karen agreed to come to this game, what, just last night? God, it seemed so long ago! I think she foresaw a polite game, maybe stripping part-way, then stopping, going home and making love. Certainly not this! At least I hadn't.
Connor continued to thrust inside her; long, hard strokes. Pauli and I stood watching, transfixed. I couldn't take my eyes away from my wife. My own cock was about to burst and I didn't dare touch it. Thankfully, I'd had that orgasm inside Pauli's mouth or I wouldn't have been able to stop the inevitable.
I have no idea how long it went on, but it seemed forever, Karen's wailing only growing louder and more urgent, until Connor roared and made two or three sudden, short thrusts. His muscles tensed and for the first time, at least since we'd married thirteen years ago, another man was pumping cum into my wife's pussy.
I felt a tug on my hand; then, "Our turn," from the girl next to me, Pauli, "and I want it, too." She led me over to the bed and I realized the fantasy that I had never even dreamed of dreaming about was about to happen. Even when I'd planned to come to this 'game' before telling Karen, I hadn't even dared think about this actually happening. And now, Karen would be here, watching me fuck another girl.
Pauli climbed up on the bed, on her hands and knees, then looked back at me. She didn't need to say anything, I knew what she wanted, and God, so did I! I climbed up on the bed behind her, thinking to myself how damned glad I was that I'd come so hard just a few minutes earlier. Otherwise, I knew I'd erupt the instant my cock touched her pussy, if it hadn't already from watching Karen.
I ran my hands over her body, feeling her soft skin. I needed to savor this instant, knowing that it would never happen again, not like this. I scooted a little closer, my heart pounding. Pauli reached back, between her legs, taking ahold of my cock and tugging me toward her pussy lips. I watched myself, the head nestled right there, the feeling more intense than anything I'd ever felt before or at least that I could remember. Even the first time with Karen, good as it had been, hadn't been like this.
This was going to happen! I was going to be inside another girl the first time in well over thirteen years!
"Do it, Bobby, do it, fuck me!" Pauli screeched.
I pressed, felt her warm flesh wrapping around me. It was almost more psychological than physical, I'd lusted after this girl since that brief meeting in the Casa Mia, never imagining to actually be here, fucking her.
I heard myself, the moan, as her soft slickness engulfed around me, every nerve ending on fire. And so hot, almost like her pussy had its own built-in furnace. This position had always multiplied the physical feeling for me and now, the physical and mental were more intense than I could even have imagined. I pushed harder, inside her, every inch multiplying the sensations. And then, suddenly, Pauli pushed herself back and I was inside her, totally.
My hands clenched Pauli's hips, pulling her back, pushing even deeper inside her. I was trying to breathe, my face in a grimace when I heard from somewhere in the distance, "Fuck me!"
I watched myself pulling my cock partway out of Pauli's pussy; wet, slippery. And slammed back into her!
"Oh yes, again!" she wailed, rocking her body back.
I did, again! Pauli wailed, I moaned, the feeling, the friction so intense against what felt like every nerve in my body.
Again! And I began to feel Pauli's muscles clamping around me. If anything, I'd grown larger, even harder if it was possible. Once more and I felt the intense feeling of an impending explosion start to arise inside me. If I'd thought Pauli's mouth was good, this was a hundred times more intense.
Again, and my orgasm was imminent. If a freight train had veered off course through her bedroom it wouldn't have mattered. Pauli pressed back harder than ever and her body began shuddering, squeezing my cock, milking it and I pressed, straightened my body and shrieked out the explosion I was feeling. This wasn't just an 'orgasm', it was my entire body exploding into her. And it went on and on and on, something like I'd never experienced in my life, something unworldly, like Karen's screams.
And then it was over. I could barely breathe, Pauli's body was slick with sweat and so was mine. I couldn't believe what had just happened. The pleasure wracking every cubic inch of my body had simply been indescribable.
Karen and Connor lay down on the other side of the king-sized bed. I was still breathing hard, having fallen onto the inside of the bed. Pauli, too, breathing so hard. I felt Karen beside me, her body pressed against my damp body. Then I heard her whisper in my ear, "Love you," she said.
I rolled over toward my wife and we looked into each other's eyes. I saw the love in hers and I hoped she saw the same in mine. In that instant, I think we both knew we'd discovered a new life, new friends that we'd see over and over again.
"Think you owe us a truth, too," Karen told me, "remember that part of the bet?" and then, "you've never told me about any of your past girlfriends, I want to know..."
Karen
Ch 3
I knew something was wrong. I sensed it all day by his unusual behavior. Robert was preoccupied and seemed a little jumpy. But, I chose to roll over and try to go to sleep; he would tell me when he was ready. And never in my wildest dreams would I have guessed what he would tell me.
"Hon," Robert said, "you can't go tomorrow."
I rolled back over towards him, "What? What did you say, sweetheart?"
He wouldn't look at me and repeated, "You can't go tomorrow."
We went back and forth a few times before his suffocating words spilled out. The words I will never forget.
"There's, there's a... girl... you just... can't."
My heart dropped into my stomach. I was immediately terrified he was about to tell me he cheated on me, or worse, was leaving me. But, then I saw love and concern on his face. He still loved me. I could feel his love and forced myself to do something really difficult -- not react and just listen.
His first reveal was that he wrote erotic stories for a website. To say I was shocked is the understatement of the year. My husband -- an erotic writer? I shook my head in disbelief.
You know, keeping a secret, like he apparently had for so long, still burned like a lie. However, curiosity became my dominant emotion and quieted the anger that initially boiled inside me.
He handed over his weapon of secrecy -- his laptop -- and I settled back against my pillow and read some of his chapters. I am not going to lie, his sexy stories stirred me. I had no clue my mild-mannered, quiet husband would ever write something like that. His stories explicitly described sharing me, his wife, with another man, while he was with another woman.
Shocking, yet oddly arousing. I tried to hide my hardening nipples, brushing against my nightgown. He watched me intently as I read and I could sense his fear at my reaction. I did my best to keep a poker face. Speaking of poker, the last chapter I read was about a strip poker game. Never did I consider Robert had these wild thoughts in his head.
I couldn't keep quiet any longer and my interrogation started. He tried very hard to downplay his involvement with Lush. But, I persisted until he caved and I found out about her -- the girl.
And the first thought in my head that came pouring out of my jealous mouth was, "This girl pretty?"
He nodded, "Yeah... very."
What saved my husband's life in the next few moments was the obvious discomfort he felt telling me this. He didn't want to hurt me. He sweat profusely and suffered in his deception. That counted for something.
Then it got worse. He said she had read his stories and wanted to play them out with him -- with my husband -- strip poker with my husband. MY HUSBAND!
All the dots connected in my head now. And I got the courage to ask if he was supposed to play this scene out this weekend ... while I was gone.
He confirmed my suspicion, but quickly added, "And her boyfriend; she has a boyfriend."
What kind of twisted thing was happening? He had planned strip poker with a stranger and her boyfriend? Who was this man I had been married to for the last thirteen years?
I felt ill at the thought of what might have transpired while I was in Portland. My husband considered cheating on me. I loved him and hated him at this moment. But, there was something in his expression that settled me down a little. He looked scared. Not just scared, but terrified. He was terrified of my response.
He quickly rambled about how he didn't want to go and would cancel his plans with her.
I guess he figured he was in this far, no point in holding back now. He vomited out all the details about the secret meeting he had with this girl and her boyfriend, planning how to reenact his story. And he sheepishly told me she was twenty-four. What every woman fears -- a younger woman. Insecurity raged inside me. My butt was too big. My tummy not flat enough. Too many wrinkles around my eyes.
The only thing that poured out my mouth, "And she's pretty, you said?"
He nodded, "Very."
This cut me like a knife. But, why did it matter if she was pretty? Would an ugly girl have made me feel any better? Probably not. I felt almost sick.
I sat lost in my thoughts for quite a while. The silence was deafening. All I could think about was I didn't want to lose my husband. I was terrified of what almost happened. He considered cheating on me! Apparently, he needed more in our marriage than he was getting from me and I may regret it, but I needed to explore this with him.
"Okay," I forced my lips to speak. "We'll go."
Needless to say, Robert's mouth dropped to the floor in utter confusion and disbelief. I almost had to stifle a laugh at him trying to make sense of what I had said. What a dumb time to even think about laughing!
I suppressed every hurt feeling bubbling up inside me and nonchalantly said, "I don't think I have anything for strip poker. Will have to do a little shopping tomorrow."
I gave his shocked face a light kiss and continued, "I'll read more tomorrow, but for now we better get some sleep. Tomorrow might be a late night." I almost couldn't even believe what I had just said.
I rolled back over in bed and silently cried myself to sleep.
~~~
Something happened in my brain while I slept because I woke up the next morning with a renewed optimism in my marriage. We had a great life, but he needed more. And I needed to explore that with him or risk him exploring it on his own.
It could have been worse. How many men would have run off and had their little sexual fun with that little hottie? Most, I imagine. He didn't have to tell me his secret last night. But, he did. He must want our marriage to work as much as I did.
So, I slapped a smile on my face and started breakfast.
He cautiously interacted with me all morning. I kept up my cheerful demeanor and even asked him to bring up the site so I could continue reading.
And then I saw her pictures on the site. Of course, she was young and hot and gorgeous. Pauli was her name. And this Pauli wanted my husband. I had thoughts of ripping her throat out. I did. I have never been one who shared well. But, what good would hurting her do? There would just be another. There was something Robert needed that I wasn't giving him.
I sat down to continue reading my husband's dirty little stories. He sat down on the couch and said he was going to write his next chapter. This was kind of nice and I would have to really self-reflect later about why he thought I wouldn't have understood his Lush writing.
Chapter after chapter I read. Occasionally, I would glance at Robert, feeling like I didn't know him at all. But, yet, his writing did feel like him. I had never read erotica before and you begin to feel like a voyeur, watching all the sex occurring in the character's lives. And it was impossible not to become affected by the scenes painted. I imagined Robert and myself in the husband/wife characters in his chapters, and the thought of him with another woman and me with another man was strangely arousing.
I felt the first drops of wetness in between my legs around chapter seven. Tanner was rubbing my shaven pussy as I watched my husband's cock ready to fuck Tanya. I was envisioning myself as Adriana in his story. Then, the dampness between my legs quickly progressed to light puddling in my panties. I didn't want Robert to know -- not yet anyways. I tried to soothe my ache by squeezing my legs together. Trying to be discreet, I slipped a hand under the laptop and rested my fingers against my clit.
Out of his eyesight, I gently rubbed my throbbing clit. One chapter later and I desperately needed to cum. Reading about Adriana removing her robe and sitting naked at the table with Tanner and her husband pushed me over the edge. I felt embarrassed, yet crazy aroused at the thought of two men raking their eyes over my naked body. I excused myself to go to the potty and collapsed against the sink as soon as the door was shut. I almost didn't recognize the flushed face staring back at me. Sliding my loose lounge pants down, I rapidly strummed my clit, while watching my face change in the mirror.
His story of each fucking another partner kept playing over and over in my mind while I furiously rubbed myself, bucking my hips pretending I was being fucked -- fucked by a man other than my husband, while he watched! And watching my husband kissing, licking, and fucking another woman unexpectedly excited me. My tummy started to tighten as my orgasm was building. I opened my mouth and silently screamed as I plummeted over the edge. Oh God! Oh God! The waves kept pouring as my pussy repeatedly clenched.
I leaned forward and rested my cheek on the counter, panting out the aftershocks. Oh God! I needed that release. I wish I could have shared this with Robert, but I was still stinging inside from his secrets.
After I regained my composure, I decided to go shopping. I needed some items for the evening.
I returned after many hours of exhausting shopping and headed for the shower before I got dressed. I hope I made the right choice with my attire for the evening. I took a deep breath and walked out of the bedroom. You can do this, Karen!
This was my moment and I couldn't wait to see his reaction. My dress choice came about for two reasons. First, I wanted to make Robert uncomfortable. Really uncomfortable. He would wonder if I lost my mind. He would be embarrassed by my appearance in front of his young tart. My hurt feelings wanted a little revenge. Second, I admit I was surprisingly looking forward to this a little bit, and needed to introduce myself in a certain way to this much younger woman and her boyfriend.
His face was priceless -- disbelief, confusion, horror. I donned a grey, tent-like dress that covered every inch of my body from ankles to neck. It made me look like a sad box, hiding every hint that I was even a woman. And my ebony locks were tightly wound in a stuffy bun. White tennis shoes completed my look -- if you can actually call it a look.
I wish you could see his face. He somehow choked out the words, "You're beautiful." And we climbed into the car and headed out for our adventure.
We pulled up to the house -- her house. My discomfort paled in comparison to Robert's discomfort. My appearance shocked and bewildered him. Sure, he was being polite. How could he not be after what he disclosed last night? But he did not find me one bit attractive wearing this sack. And it amused me greatly. His mouth dropped with each glance at me. Fortunately, he closed it before I had to close it for him.
We rang the doorbell and waited for what seemed like an eternity. Then, he answered. His bewildered eyes still roaming over my sack. I doubted he was anxious to see what this sack was desperately trying to hide. Robert introduced the guy at the door as Connor.
So, this was the man I would see naked shortly? That thought did turn me on a little bit, until I thought about myself being naked in front of him. Now, that scared me. This was about to get real. I admit he was very attractive. But, I wanted to see her - the woman who started this whole thing. Connor struggled with keeping a pleasant face in front of my, umm - ghastly appearance. There wasn't any other way to describe how I had made myself look. I had to hand it to my husband, he introduced me like I was his pride and joy anyways. And this was endearing to me.
Once inside, I immediately excused myself to use the potty, drawing a curious look from my husband. Time for the next step in my plan - Operation Hotness. I remove my sack and revealed the lavender wrap-dress. It was the most revealing dress I had ever worn, showing off my well-toned thighs and perky breasts.
I had to shop for a long time to find the dress that resembled the dress Adriana wore in his story. I hoped my husband recognized it and appreciated my efforts.
I released my hair from the uptight bun and it fell around my shoulders in cascading waves. My trembling hands applied my mascara and glossy lipstick.
I surveyed my appearance in the mirror and took a few deep breaths. I actually liked the reflection staring back at me. I was not twenty-four but definitely looked good for thirty-five. You can do this. Go big or stay home was my plan.
I wanted -- no needed -- to make sure I could keep up with this younger woman who lured my husband here. One more deep breath and I bravely opened the door and headed out to whatever awaited me.
I walked around the corner and my husband's newly shocked face elated me. He was actually speechless, which was rare for him. And Connor's eyes raked hungrily over my body, up and down, making me blush. I found myself feeling heated at his attention and thought about the evening's possibilities. It was actually Pauli who spoke first saying, "Wow. I think I feel a little underdressed."
Her reaction pleased me as I needed to see that I was not the only one who might be feeling a little insecure in this circumstance. My confidence was fleeting though, as I saw my husband's obvious attraction to her in her skin-tight jeans. He gave her a subtle compliment but I know him. He didn't fool me and was immensely turned on by Pauli. Despite my initial jealousy, I also felt an odd stirring inside thinking about Robert and Pauli. I had a brief visual of him kissing her and felt like I would enjoy watching.
What was happening to me?
What was I doing?
Had I walked into the lion's den?
Ch 4
I didn't recognize the piercing, animal-like screams as my own. Opening my eyes, a stranger looked back at me. And this stranger had my pussy impaled against the wall.
~~~
Earlier in the evening
Liquid courage -- the first order of business.
Robert and I rarely drank. So this should get interesting.
Connor had brought in a tray with our drinks and set it down on the coffee table.
I couldn't help but think back to Robert's story of Matt and Adriana. Matt had watched his wife strip naked. Could I really strip in front of Connor and Pauli? Would Robert seriously just sit there and watch me take my clothes off? And then it hit me like a ton of bricks. Say, we get naked. Then what? We would hardly just put our clothes back on and go home. Thoughts and pictures of all sorts of sexual debauchery flooded my head.
In an effort to calm my nerves, I quickly gulped my drink. Spewing and coughing followed from the strength of the alcohol. I glanced at Robert who was also making a face. This night was going to get real interesting real fast with the alcohol lowering our inhibitions.
"Ready to start?" Connor asked grabbing the cards, "same rules as in the story? Dares, questions thrown in along with the clothes for bets?"
Robert looked at me with uncertainty. Really, honey? You started this whole thing and now you are looking at me as if you might be second-guessing what we are doing? Well, I am not backing down. You will have to have the balls to call this off yourself.
I won the cut for first deal. And so it began.
As I dealt the cards with my shaking hands, I couldn't tell you what my husband was thinking. His face, registering surprise at first that I was actually following through with this game, soon morphed into amusement. I loved that after all these years, I had surprised him. Moreover, I had surprised myself. Maybe 'surprised' isn't the right word -- more like shocked myself.
The betting of clothes began. And I prayed I would win this first hand, but of course Pauli won. Damn. The bet had been shoes, socks, then another piece of clothing. And this was when it dawned on me. I had made a very poor choice in my attire for strip poker. Note to self: next time you play strip poker, wear layers, not a single wrap-around dress. Damn.
"Okay, then, start disrobing, people. Robert, you're first." Pauli gloated, eyeing my husband like a hungry wolf.
Of course, she wanted him to go first. A very strong feeling boiled up inside me. I couldn't really name the feeling -- a mixture of jealousy, competitiveness, and excitement. I hated it. Pauli was younger and prettier. I wanted Connor to look at me the way Pauli looked at Robert. And it turned me on she wanted the man who loved me. All these thoughts swirled around my confused head.
Now I was the one surprised by my mate as Robert didn't hesitate in removing his articles of clothing. He quickly removed his shoes, socks and his shirt. I wondered if his reluctance would grow when it was time to shed his pants. I saw the smile spread across Pauli's face; she liked what she saw so far. Robert always had a sexy chest with just the right amount of manly hair. My guess was Connor was bare-chested.
Damn. My turn. I removed my shoes much more slowly than Robert. I was never one to feel comfortable being the center of attention. If removing my shoes felt this uncomfortable, I didn't know how I would get through this night. I tried to turn around to remove my stockings but Connor cried, "Foul." I did like it he was taking an interest in my disrobing, since Pauli had been so interested in seeing Robert strip.
There was no way to easily remove my stockings without giving everyone a peep show. I tried to not think about all the eyes on me and just completed my task. I felt my cheeks flush as I clumsily fumbled with my stockings. Finally, I got them off. Whew! This was much harder than I had anticipated.
I glanced at Robert hoping to have his eyes reassure me, but he was intently looking at Connor, who was intently looking at me. What was Robert feeling? Jealous maybe? Connor smiled at me with a look of approval, which warmed me. If Pauli desired Robert, I needed Connor to desire me. See the dynamic already forming here?
I started to sit back down, hoping they all forgot about the third article of clothing, but Pauli reminded me, "One more, dearie." Good old Pauli. Maybe just killing her would have been better.
Now panic set in and I stuttered, "I... I... can't..." It would be my panties or my dress. I think I reached my stopping point.
"Take another drink, that'll help. We'll wait." Pauli said, seemingly trying to be helpful. NOT!
I couldn't think and Robert was giving me no signals of what to do. I once again turned to my new best friend, alcohol. Quickly downing more of my drink, I scrunched up my face at the strong, unfamiliar liquid running down my throat. And this liquid courage decided things for me.
"What's it going to be?" Connor asked. He eyed me hungrily. And I suddenly wanted to please him.
I stood and felt unstable as all the blood rushed to my face. I decided to remove my panties. I was thankful I had purchased some new, sexy ones on my shopping spree. I thought about how I had let things get a little stale and predictable with Robert, not remembering the last time I shopped for sexy panties. Over the years, I switched to whatever cotton briefs were on sale, not giving too much thought to what they looked like. This series of events reminded me I needed to make more of an effort to keep things spicy in my marriage.
My trembling hands reached up under my dress and pulled my tiny, lacy panties down my legs. I had a secret down below that I didn't want Robert to see, so I was careful to hide my pussy from view. I had never gone without panties in public before and may as well have been naked. My first glance was to Connor, and he was smiling. Somehow, his smile comforted me. It was strange that I sought his approval over Robert's at this moment.
"Hand me the panties," Pauli said.
I sucked in my breath. Damn her! What was she up to?
Before I could protest, Connor picked them up and and handed them to Pauli. To my further embarrassment that little bitch chose to showcase a wet spot on my panties -- taunting me about it. I felt like I was on fire. I had never been so embarrassed and was angry at myself for not being able to hide my feelings. It was important to me that she didn't see my insecurities. I said nothing. Robert said nothing. I still could not look at him.
I was recovering from my embarrassment and missed Connor removing his shoes, socks, and shirt. When I glanced up, I noticed I was right -- bare-chested. It was a good choice for him as his muscular pecs and defined abdomen ensnared my attention. Maybe I was even salivating a little.
I was relieved when Pauli changed the subject to the dare. She smirked, looking at Connor and then me and said, "I want... you two to kiss. Just to set the mood for the night, and I don't mean a peck-kiss, either; I want to see a long-lost lover's kiss, at least a couple minute's worth."
What the ...? Now, this shocked me. I now had my answer about how far things would go tonight. And it was up to me. If I went through with this, I was basically giving permission for Robert to be with Pauli. It had fallen on my shoulders. This was the worst thing that could have happened. I finally looked at Robert and he was looking at Connor. And then I noticed something -- Robert had a hard-on. Oh my goodness. And Connor was looking at me like a cat about to devour a mouse.
Connor got up and walked towards his prey -- me. And to my surprise, my husband got up and moved out of his way. What? I guess this was Robert stamping his seal of approval. No words to me. Just him turning his seat over to another man.
Connor sat down and leaned in towards me whispering, "You have no idea how much I've been looking forward to this." His blue eyes penetrated mine. He wanted me ... another man wanted me!
And for the first time in thirteen years, another man's lips touched mine. My lips would not move, but remained tightly clinched. But, as his hands drew me in, I felt my resolve soften. This was very different than being kissed by Robert. Without feelings involved, my physical being felt different. A lightbulb went off that this was just an act of the flesh. So, don't draw in emotions -- just absorb the physical sensations.
I tried to stay in the moment and focused on his touch. His lips were warm and inviting and I finally moved my lips. Connor covered my body with his and I became lost in his kiss. His wet tongue pushed its way into my tentative mouth, urging me on. Our tongues played and explored each other's mouths. My hands went to Connor's head, pulling him in tighter. I had a taste of him and now wanted more. My hands moved down to explore his muscular back. I forgot about Robert. I forgot about Pauli. All my thoughts were on his warm mouth claiming mine. I didn't want this kiss to end.
Then, Connor slowly pulled away and I couldn't move for a minute or two, still basking in his embrace. I heard Pauli's voice, but have no idea what she said. I finally opened my eyes and searched out Robert. He was smiling at me and I smiled back at him. We were experiencing this together -- whatever this was. And our hearts belonged to each other. Sharing our bodies hopefully wasn't going to change that. I enjoyed what just happened and Robert seemed to enjoy watching.
I snapped back to reality as Pauli announced she was giving Robert his dare. Oh boy. My body tensed.
She said, "I want... you to stand up, and masturbate that thing," pointing to his crotch, "over your pants is okay."
I almost burst out laughing at Robert's obvious discomfort as he stammered, "You're... you're kidding, right."
He had removed his clothes so easily before, but this was something entirely different. I had never seen Robert masturbate. I figured he did it from time to time, but I never saw him and we never discussed it.
Pauli continued, "Just don't let it make a mess. You need to stop before anything happens."
I felt a new comradery towards Pauli making my husband squirm like this. I joined in, "Yes, sweetheart, please stop before then. Pauli and I have better plans we don't want you to spoil, don't we, Pauli? Maybe take a swig of your drink, dear."
Robert just stood there. Oh my goodness, he couldn't do it. This whole thing was his damn idea, and he was the one chickening out now. I was about to say something to him when Pauli went to him and took matters into her own hands - literally. She led his hand to his cock and guided it up and down his hard shaft. He didn't last long before he was yelling for her to stop. There was desperation in his voice. We had a satisfying sex life, but this was a whole new level of excitement coming from my husband. He didn't look in control of himself. He looked like a teenager about to see his first naked girl.
Robert sat back down and quietly adjusted his pants while another hand was dealt. Thank you Lord; I won this hand of poker. Connor and Robert had to lose two articles of clothing and Pauli would catch up with losing shoes, socks, and her top or jeans.
Pauli went first and I watched my husband start to drool. He held himself together for her shoes and socks, but when he got his first glimpse of her amazing breasts, his face showed the elation of a boy in a candy shop. Insecurity crept it, so I turned my attentions to Connor.
Connor pushed his pants down and stepped out of them, then touched the waistband of his underwear and said, "You do it," to me in his sultry voice.
I could see his massive member showing in all its glory through his underwear. Robert had a nice cock, nicely thick, but this man's cock was like nothing I had seen before. I was dripping more between my legs and I wanted to obey Connor. He had a commanding presence to him that made me cream my panties -- if I were still wearing any.
Like when he kissed me before, I got lost in the moment, only seeing Connor. I slid down to my knees, never breaking eye contact with him. I needed his direction. His warm hands cupped my face prompting me to continue. His cock was bulging in my face through his underwear and I leaned forward to rub my cheek on him. As my hands pulled his underwear down, his engorged cock sprang out touching my nose.
I went for it. My mouth opened and I sucked him inside, inch by breathtaking inch. I had not had a man's cock in my mouth in a long time, but it was like riding a bike, and instinct took over. Connor's manly growl urged me on as I circled his base with my hand and sucked him in and out my warm mouth, swirling my tongue around his head. I tasted what felt like my first drop of pre-cum, oozing from his cock.
Connor's hands roughly grabbed my head, forcing his manhood further into my eager mouth until I gagged. I was swallowing a cock for the first time in my life. And I wanted his cock more than the air to breathe.
"Enough, you two!" yelled Pauli, breaking me from my erotic trance. Connor released me and I collapsed back against the couch, panting.
We all decided we needed a little break after that almost out-of-control episode. Connor and Pauli headed to the kitchen for more drinks. Robert walked over asking me if I was okay. His grin already knew the answer. His face was as flushed with desire as my own. Longing seemed to overtake his usual sensibilities and his hand boldly snaked up my dress, rubbing my naked hips and bottom.
"Mmm, I like that, have to go out like that more often," he whispered as his hands stroked my skin.
I playfully slapped his hand away, but loved that I had turned him on by having removed my panties. He was seeing me in a new light and I loved seeing this new side of myself too. I was happy when he withdrew his hand before he discovered my secret.
Connor brought our four new drinks, and I couldn't take my eyes off his long cock slapping against his leg. Now the unthinkable happened. I wanted his cock, that was just in my mouth, in my pussy. I squeezed my legs together trying to soothe the ache building down below. I tried, failing, to take my eyes off his massive member.
With the game resuming, it was Robert's turn to strip. A pensive look crossed his face again. Not willing to wait for his courage to surface, Pauli offered to help. And my husband wasn't about to refuse her offer.
She walked over and reenacted my scene with Connor, kneeling in front of him, pulling his pants and underwear down to his knees. And my mouth dropped a little as I saw her lips start to suck in his cock. And my overly-excited husband quickly -- I mean quickly - groaned out an orgasm, cumming in her mouth. He had never cum in my mouth. We had never even discussed such a thing.
I couldn't help feeling jealous that Pauli got first taste of Robert's cum. His eyes were tightly closed and he looked like he might fall down, clinging to Pauli's head for support. All my nerve-endings were firing in between my legs watching the satiated look on Robert's face.
The next time we had sex, I wanted to taste his cum, too. I needed to taste him. I wish I had been first, but I can't blame Robert. This evening was showing me that there were many things left unexplored in our sex life. We had quit trying new things and settled into our comfortable pattern of love-making. Good as it has been, it wasn't this!
Pauli reached down and pulled his pants and underwear the rest of the way down over his ankles and Robert hesitantly looked at me. I could tell he was concerned about my reaction. I needed him to know I was happy he was happy and blew him a kiss. Relief washed over his face. And I was genuinely happy at witnessing his pleasure.
"I think," I said, feeling mischievous, "you all still owe me my dare. Remember, that was part of the bet? But first, I think there's some other business we should do."
I picked up the cards and shuffled them, putting them back down face down on the table. "Pauli and I are the only ones with clothes on." Seeing Robert's pleasure fueled my bravery to continue stripping.
I was ready for cards to be over and our sexual exploration with this other couple to continue. I suggested Pauli and I cut the deck to see who would shed the rest of our clothes first. I can't believe I was moving this game along faster. Just a little while ago, I was stalling on stripping, now I raced towards complete nakedness.
Of course, I lost the cut. Fear overtook arousal once again. Tonight was a night for an emotional roller-coaster. I sat on the couch unable to move for what seemed like hours. Finally, I willed my legs to stand.
For the first time tonight, Robert came to my rescue and said, "You want help, love?"
"No, I have to do this." My hands trembled on the button that held my dress together.
"Hon, you don't have to. Nobody'll be mad if you don't. We can go home if you can't do it."
I shook my head again, "No, I really do have to do it." I stared down at the button, wishing it would unbutton itself. It wouldn't. I wanted this, I really did. But... I just couldn't.
"Can't you look away or something?" I pleaded.
My knight in shining armor disappeared and Robert said, "Nope."
"You sure you don't want to go first?" I pleaded with Pauli.
"You won the honor," Pauli said.
I fumbled with the removal of my dress and my knight reappeared as Robert helped me slide my strap over my shoulder.
My backside was now bare as I held my dress up covering the front. What Robert didn't know was that I had my first Brazilian wax earlier today. I had never shaved my pussy before -- trimmed a little -- but never shaved. Today, while shopping, I decided to go bare like Adriana in Robert's story. I didn't know how he would respond. How I wished I could have revealed this to him in private. Oh my goodness.
All eyes were on me as I sucked in my breath and dropped my dress. I felt all my blood once again rush to my face. My lacy bra didn't grant me much peace as my waxed pussy was all I could think about.
I noticed Robert's eyes zoom in on my bare mound and his mouth was open as if he wanted to talk, but he couldn't. I broke the ice.
"I... I read the story," I said softly to my husband, "seemed like you'd want me... bare. Did it for you. I didn't think, you know... that we'd go this far."
My husband's hard-on told me what I needed to know. He liked it. He really liked it. And then for only the second time in thirteen years, I saw my husband stroke his cock. He moved his hand to my naked mound and gently caressed me. I wanted more from him at this moment and opened my legs. His fingers slid in between them exploring my newly smooth skin.
Then, he stepped to the side and I saw Pauli and Connor speechless, staring at us. For a moment, I had forgotten they were there. I wanted Connor to see my husband pleasing me. I let myself go as Robert slid his fingers inside me. He smiled at my wetness, and pulled his fingers out to show Connor.
He seemed to want to draw Connor into what he was doing. Two of his fingers pushed inside my sopping wet pussy, finger-fucking me, rubbing my special spot. My orgasm was building and I didn't even try to stifle my groans in front of Pauli and Connor. Then, Robert withdrew his fingers -- right before my point of no return.
"Noooo! Don't stop!" I heard myself scream.
Robert guided me back to the couch next to Connor, my hands still pressed against my aching pussy. Awareness hit and my hands shot to cover my face. I was still panting. Everyone was quiet, seemingly not knowing what to do. Connor made the first move.
He placed his left hand over my right breast, stroking my nipple through my thin bra and said, "Think your husband forgot something, babe."
I felt my face flush more as my arousal grew from his touches. I needed more and pressed his hand harder against my breast. Connor reached behind my back and expertly unclasped my bra, letting it fall off me. My breath caught as I watched him lean in and suckle my nipple. Oh my goodness, it felt good.
He released me all too quickly and sat up. I glanced at Robert who was still sporting a raging hard-on. He showed no discomfort at Connor's attentions to me.
"Well, that was rather exciting!" Pauli said, "guess it's my turn, now."
It was obvious by the ease at which Pauli shed her clothes that she had done this before. She left her panties on, if you can call that tiny piece of material panties, and spread her legs in Robert's direction.
"Want to feel?"
Without waiting for my husband to answer, she took his hand and pushed it underneath the front of her panties. I watched his hands move up and down and then slowly pull them off of her. He ran his hands back up her legs and explored her pussy. Now it was Pauli's turn to moan at the touch of my husband. I was happy he had touched my pussy first, and focused on that little tidbit.
Watching Robert's pleasure turned me on even more and I needed pleasure of my own and reached over to touch Connor. I stroked his massive cock and contemplated the dares I still had to dish out. There was only one way this night could go now. A place I never even imagined when we left our house earlier.
I looked Robert in the eyes, with my hand on Connor's cock, and bravely said, "Sweetheart, I know what you've been wanting to do ever since you met her. I dare you to... make out... just... no sex, intercourse... no fucking. And Connor, you're taking up where you left off a while ago... but this time, until I say to stop. No one else."
I stole one last glance to see Pauli plant her lips on Robert, before I turned my attentions to Connor who was now covering my body with his. Robert was going to be with another woman, while I was with another man. There was something oddly intimate about this situation. I didn't feel we were cheating on each other because we were experiencing this together, each fully knowing what the other was doing. And I wanted it so badly!
Connor spread my legs and rubbed my clit with his cock. He slid its length up and down my slippery folds, allowing his head to push against my clit. Oh my goodness! I couldn't take it and screamed with each gentle push against my sensitive spot. My nails dug into his back as his tongue darted in and out my sensitive ear, increasing my squeals. For the first time in thirteen years, I wanted another man to fuck me. I needed him to fuck me. Again, it wasn't emotional, just a raw longing of my flesh to be pleasured. His mouth found mine again and kissed me with a ferocity I had not known since the early days of my relationship with Robert.
I sensed movement around us and looked up to see Pauli and Robert staring at us. I searched Robert's face for an emotion, and saw lust. Pure lust. He wanted Pauli as badly as I now wanted Connor. We silently spoke to each other with our eyes agreeing to what was about to happen.
Pauli said, "We're going in the bedroom."
I pulled away from Connor as Pauli repeated, "Bedroom."
We stood and followed my husband and Pauli into the master bedroom. Robert didn't see, but Connor spanked my ass hard as I got up from the couch, urging me to walk faster. I had never been spanked before and jumped at the new stinging sensation, wishing he would do it again.
As soon as we got in the bedroom, I pulled Connor in for a kiss, begging him to fuck me hard. Robert and I had a great sex life, but we made love. I wanted to be fucked by Connor. There was a difference. He pushed me back against the wall and trapped my hands over my head with one of his large hands.
"I'm going to fuck you hard," he promised.
I loved this feeling that I was about to be taken. There was something dominating about him that I liked. All night, he spoke in commands, rather than normal statements. I noticed Pauli did the same to Robert. This was new to me and so very arousing.
The next thing I knew, Connor thrust his monstrous member into my pussy in one stroke. I heard the scream escape my lips. I had never felt anything like this. There was pain, but I liked it, craved it, wanted it. He withdrew all the way and then thrust again, filling me and stretching me. I tried to move my hands, but he held them tightly about my head. He thrust again and again, slamming me into the wall. Wanting to move and being held captive explosively aroused my entire being. I loved the way he was fucking me. These feelings far exceeded mere arousal. I was stirred, electrified, exhilarated, awakened, inflamed, and a million other adjectives.
He released my hands, and they went straight to his back. I had to grab something and dug in my freshly painted nails into his back, not caring if I drew blood. His lips mashed against mine as he grunted and groaned. He pummeled my pussy. There was no other way to describe this fuck. He thrust harder and faster, as I clung to him for dear life. How would I be able to walk out of here after his pounding?
One of my hands moved around to my clit and rubbed ferociously. Connor was a wild animal. I have never been fucked so hard. My voice grew hoarse from screaming and I felt my tummy tightening. Every nerve-ending fired. My legs shook uncontrollably now. And Connor kept fucking me - never letting up. This man's stamina was unbelievable. Beads of sweat formed on his back. I reached lower with my free hand and clutched his firm ass cheek.
One more thrust and my world stopped as I screamed a guttural scream, "I'm cumming!"
With these words, I felt his finger plunge into my tight asshole. Oh my goodness! My ass clinched at this invasion. He continued to fuck my pussy and finger-fuck my ass, while my pussy spasmed around his cock, my juices soaking him. Then, he growled an almost sadistic growl and I felt him fill me with his warm cum. His finger withdrew from my ass and both his hands squeezed my cheeks so hard he must have left marks. We clung to each other basking in our orgasms, panting and shaking. My legs were failing me and he held me up with his strong arms.
I heard Pauli squeal and my eyes searched out Robert. They were on the bed and I saw his naked ass as it moved back and forth pounding Pauli positioned on her hands and knees. Oh my goodness, it was a sight I would never forget. We never made love doggie-style. I was on top or we were missionary. We just liked to kiss and look in each other's eyes as we made love. I was happy to see them in this position. This was just sex, not love, after all. Somehow I felt more secure seeing him fuck her from behind.
Pauli pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust and screaming loudly. Robert pounded her with a fierceness I had not seen before. His ass cheeks flexed with each thrust. Primal lust covered his face. And then they both orgasmed. Connor and I watched, clinging to each other, maybe for emotional support, as we watched our mates shudder and shake with their primal noises filling the air.
Connor and I joined them on the king-sized bed, all of us fully depleted from our fucking. Robert still panted as I snuggled up behind his naked body. I needed us to be skin to skin. I needed him to know we were okay and the only words needed were, "Love you."
Robert rolled over towards me and we looked into each other's eyes, seeing the love we needed to see. Everything would be different now, but different could be good.
While Connor lay on my other side and Pauli lay on Robert's other side, separated from each other, Robert and I faced each other in the center of the bed.
This was symbolic, right?
We were both quiet on the fifteen-minute drive home. What the hell do you say after a night like that? I glanced over at Karen in the passenger seat. I thought about what I'd learned about my wife after thirteen years... and what she'd learned about me.
At the same time, I was wondering what Karen was thinking about. Maybe that kiss? I had needed it from her; after she and Connor climbed in bed, Karen beside me, her lips on mine and her tongue inside my mouth were the reassurance I needed that we were okay. And then I felt Pauli's lips around my cock.
I didn't know if Karen knew, but her grip around me seemed to intensify...
ooOoo
"Honey, what are you thinking about?"
I looked over at Karen, who was intently watching me. "I guess right now, I'm thinking how beautiful my wife is and how lucky I am that I'm married to her," I smiled back to her. She was, too, in her lavender dress. It had gapped open up to her bare thigh and her still hard nipples were poking through the thin, silky material.
Thankfully, the traffic was light on Sunday morning and we were still on a side street. When I came back to my senses, I realized I'd wandered over the yellow stripe. I instinctively glanced in my mirror, hoping that there weren't any flashing blue lights behind us.
"I think you better just drive the rest of the way home," Karen said, "I don't really want to get stopped wearing this."
Now it was my turn, "Bet you could get us out of the ticket, though... 'sorry, officer, just a little distracted'," I laughed, pushing her dress just a little higher on her thigh, getting my hand slapped away.
I turned left onto Highway 395, one of the main highways through Kennewick, where there actually was traffic, so had to pay attention to my driving instead of letting my mind wander... back to those lips that had encircled my shaft...
STOP IT! I scolded myself. I didn't want to wake up with Karen and me in jail... or the morgue.
Thankfully, our house was just a few blocks off the highway. When we went around the corner with our house half a block away, I began to realize what a life-altering series of events had occurred since we'd driven out of that driveway about thirteen hours earlier.
Karen said she was going to change when we got in the house and I asked her if she wanted breakfast. Pauli and Connor were awake when we left and invited us to stay, but we told them we really needed to go. The goodbye kiss that both Karen and I got from our new friends left no doubt that they; and we, hoped that this night might happen again sometime. I know that, as mine and Pauli's kiss deepened, it got harder and harder to leave her naked body and willing spirit.
Karen went to our bedroom to change and I started to work on eggs, hash browns, and bacon. We needed a little 'normalcy' in our lives about then. An ordinary breakfast in our own kitchen would be a start, at least.
Except that it reminded me of Karen fixing breakfast the day before; and my bewilderment when I got up, that she was acting like nothing out of the usual had happened between us Friday night - when I'd forced myself to tell her about Lush, Pauli and the strip-poker. God, had that only been Friday night? And this was Sunday morning! It seemed totally unbelievable that all this had happened in that short time.
I was at the stove when I smelled Karen's perfume and felt her arms wrapping around me, her lips nuzzling my neck. "I love you, Robert Peterson."
I turned around and took her in my arms; she looked up at me and we kissed. Our first kiss together since...
ooOoo
Connor had gotten up and announced, "I'm going to go fix a drink. Come on, you three, join me."
I hadn't wanted to join him. His girlfriend was in the process of sucking my cock hard all over again... and had succeeded beyond my wildest expectations, and my wife's tongue was arm-wrestling with mine inside her mouth. Why would any guy want to leave that?
We did, though. Pauli's lips slipped off me, then blew warm air on me, which felt cool with her wet saliva covering my dick, and my wife pulled away, smiling at me. "We better do as the man says," she told me.
So the three of us, totally naked, all, climbed off the bed and followed Connor into the kitchen. I let the ladies go first, because, well - you figure out why, my now-hard cock bouncing up and down as I walked, taking in the view.
Connor was just opening another bottle of rum. I couldn't believe that we'd drunk a whole bottle earlier. Maybe it wasn't full to begin with. Couldn't have been. The ice pitcher still had plenty ice, so he added ice to four clean glasses, then rum and ginger-ale... and a little more rum.
He handed out the glasses and we took a sip; some quite a lot larger sips than others. It tasted a lot better than I remembered that first drink tasting.
Then he took Karen's away from her and said, "I think one Karen needs to be punished... for that rag you wore here."
Karen's eyes were wide and she stuttered, "I-I-I..."
Connor took her hand and sat down on one of the kitchen chairs, pulling her down straddling across his lap, butt up, "I think you liked that little smack earlier, wench," I was surprised, I didn't know about any 'smack' earlier. What was that all about, I wondered?
I guess I wasn't going to find out. Connor had raised his hand and brought it down hard on Karen's bare butt. She jumped and whimpered, putting her hands behind her, trying to cover her butt. "Oh no, dearie, no hands allowed," he told her, and then when he'd pushed them aside, another loud, hard smack.
"You like that? Want me to go on?"
Karen was whimpering, but nodded her head and squeaked out a tiny, "Yes."
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I'd heard of and even written about sex-spanking, but never seen it and sure as hell never expected that my Karen would submit to it, much less ask for it!
Another smack and Karen squirmed on Connor's lap, sniveling, not quite crying. "Two more... and then it'll be your husband's turn. Want me to stop?"
What? MY turn? No way, I couldn't, not to my wife! Then Karen's tiny voice, "No, please... don't stop... I-I like it..."
My mouth must have dropped open. This I hadn't expected in a quadrillion years, not that I'd expected anything else that had happened tonight, either. But this? No way!
Another smack and Karen's sexy butt was turning bright red.
This time, there were tears falling from her eyes, but instead of asking him to stop, what I heard from her was, "Oh God, fuck me, Connor, please!"
"Not yet, all in good time," he answered her. Then another loud smack, harder than any of the others and Karen nearly jumped off his lap, except for him holding her down.
"Ohh, God, I need you inside me so bad!" she said, squirming all over his lap.
Then Connor looked straight at me, "Your turn, one spank, then we'll give her what she wants." He rubbed Karen's bottom, making her moan aloud, then asked her, "You want one from your husband?"
Karen, my wife, the woman I'd loved for the last thirteen-plus years, who I'd always (almost) made gentle love with, was laying across another man's lap, her naked butt red, tears from her eyes, "No... yes... please... then fuck me! Please!"
Connor pushed Karen's legs apart a little, then pressed two fingers inside her all the way to his knuckle, eliciting a loud moan and more writhing. I watched in fascination as he finger-fucked my wife, looking back at me, his fingers moving in and out of her pussy, "You heard the girl, she wants it. Do it, just once... but hard, hard as you can."
God, I didn't know if I could, how the hell could I? Then I heard Karen's voice again, tears still falling from her eyes, "Please, honey, do what he says... please... hard!"
My eyes were on those fingers buried inside my wife, Connor's hand moving around, muscles flexing. I was totally mesmerized with what I was seeing, his other arm was across her shoulder, holding her in place from her writhing around. "Think you'd better do it, she's getting a little desperate."
I got up off the chair I had been sitting on and knelt down beside her rubbing my hand over Karen's bright red ass, just slightly brushing Connor's hand with the fingers inside her, not thinking very clearly. The rum had taken a toll on my mind, I knew. But damn, I was so turned on by what was happening. I'd already come twice - huge orgasms, but I was as hard or harder than I ever remembered being. Connor's fingers slipped out of her, just the tips still tickling inside her pussy lips. I raised my hand and brought it down on Karen's butt - hard, like she'd asked for. And at the same time, Connor rammed his fingers back into her.
She groaned out and I was momentarily horrified at what I'd done to my wife. That is, until Connor looked at me and said, "Not a little pat on the butt, I said hard. She said hard." His fingers had slipped back out and he'd added a third to teasing her. He looked down at her, "Karen?"
The tears were still falling and she was whimpering, but eked out a "Harder."
This time, I did. All my strength onto my wife's butt, all three of Connor's fingers disappearing into her one more time. She let out a loud squeal that I was afraid would wake the neighbors, I wasn't sure if from my spank or Connor's fingers.
"Better," he said, pulling his fingers out and helping her to sit up on his lap facing me. I saw the look on her face, not a look of pain, but pure lust, but with tear streaks falling down her cheeks. I was still on my knees right in front of my wife when Connor lifted her up a little and when I looked down... away from her face, I watched as he lowered her back down, impaling her with his long, fat cock.
Karen's eyes were wide and blank as she groaned, feeling him inside her again, her mouth in a big 'O', trying to catch her breath when he slipped his three wet fingers in her mouth and she greedily sucked her juices off them. I watched intently as Karen's tongue wrapped around his fingers, licking every bit of her dampness from them.
"Kiss her, she wants it," I heard Connor say, from what appeared to be a long distance away.
He'd pulled his fingers out of her mouth and I replaced them with my lips. I couldn't stop myself. I grasped one of Karen's tits, pinching her nipple, and pressed my lips to hers. She kissed me back, unlike any kiss we'd ever had before. Frantic, her tongue searching my mouth, trying to devour me. And then I felt it, her lips stiffen as Connor began to fuck her. I felt each one of his thrusts into her through her lips and her body's stiffening, and the longer he fucked her, the more frantic her kissing became.
I felt it when he made her come, Karen's body shuddering on Connor's lap, her mouth tight to mine, lips tense and literally biting down on my lower lip. Then when Connor came inside her a moment later, her second orgasm was even stronger than the first.
ooOoo
That was the kiss I was remembering that morning... the last one we'd shared before that breakfast kiss. As our kiss grew, I was sure she was remembering it as well
ooOoo
When Karen released me and I hadn't come but was breathing hard, I looked around the room and Pauli was sitting on top of the kitchen island, legs spread apart with her fingers deep inside her cunt. She was breathing hard and motioned for me to come to her. It didn't take any more coaxing, getting up off my knees and driving my cock inside her.
Pauli leaned back on the counter and groaned, "Harder, fuck me!" wrapping her legs around my body.
I drove into her, over and over again, until I felt her cunt tighten around me and I couldn't stop myself from exploding inside her, spurt after spurt, on and on.
When Pauli and I were finally done and able to move again, I was still inside her, her legs wrapped around my body, "Couch, carry me to the couch."
I didn't see Karen again that night, until the next morning when she came out of the bedroom, still naked. I'd heard her, though, Connor, too.
ooOoo
The eggs were done, I think they'd cooked themselves. Karen and I carried our food to the table.
That was the first I noticed what she was wearing, short, silky little shorts; like she used to wear right after we were married, that I hadn't seen for probably ten years and a semi-sheer blouse that was a long-distant memory. There was no bra underneath it. I didn't know that she still had either hidden away.
After we sat down, we ate just a little while, before Karen said, "That, umm, other thing, I never expected that to happen."
I looked at her quizzically, no idea what she was talking about, "Other thing?"
Her face turned a shade of red, "The, uhh... spanking... I read your chapter in Sacramento, with Jonah and Adriana. I didn't understand how she could let him. I guess I do now... a little. I still don't understand... but it turned me on so much. And when he fucked me..." She covered her face with her hands, much like she had after I'd fingered her in front of Connor and Pauli. She has that little thing she often does, when she's embarrassed, trying to hide her face, like a little kid playing peekaboo.
When she'd regained her composure a little, she took her hands away, "I liked it. It hurt, but... I still liked it. He'd spanked me once before then, did you know that?" When I shook my head no, she went on, "On the way to the bedroom that first time, we were behind you and Pauli and he swatted my bottom... hard. It stung, but felt good then, too."
"I thought you would back out, call it off before we even started," I told Karen, "I couldn't believe it when you actually started dealing cards."
"Oh, I wanted to! But she was so young and pretty. I wanted to show them both that us old people weren't dead yet. Besides, I was so jealous knowing that you wanted to see her naked. I guess I wanted to shock you a little, too... and when Connor looked at me the way he did, I wanted him to want me the way I knew you did Pauli."
I rolled my eyes at her, "Well, you shocked me! More than once. And there isn't a man alive that wouldn't have wanted you the way you looked."
"I guess when I bought the dress that I didn't think much about actually taking it off... you know, that it all had to come off at the same time. I was wishing I'd worn something more like what Pauli had, more pieces."
"Well, I loved the dress. It didn't go over my head that that was the dress Adriana had worn to her reunion. And it wasn't hard to tell that Connor liked it, too. Ya picked good." I stifled a giggle, "but that thing you wore to start with... that was so ugly!"
We both broke out laughing at that.
"Where did you even find that thing?"
"Amazing what you can find at Goodwill if you really look," Karen giggled.
I couldn't stifle my giggles, either, "Goodwill, huh, they pay you to get it out of the store?"
Karen frowned, "It wasn't that bad! And no, it cost me three dollars... was marked down to half price."
Should have paid her three dollars to take it, I thought. "Well, they ripped you off. And yes, it was that bad!"
We ate quietly for the next few minutes until something I'd wanted to ask her popped back in my mind. I looked over at her, "When you had to take off your panties or your dress, what were you thinking?"
Karen looked down at her plate of food, nearly gone by then, "I... wanted to quit, go home. I was panicking and almost told you we were leaving... then I thought of something Adriana had said in one of your stories, 'eighty percent of women want to strip in public but are too afraid.' Well, I realized I was in that eighty percent. I wanted to but didn't think I could do it... until I saw how Connor was looking at me... like I was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. And I knew I had to do it... for Connor... and myself." Her face turned crimson again, "I was just glad that I had bought some sexy panties to take off."
"And what about you, when you took your pants off... what were you thinking?" she asked me.
Now I was in a quandary, tell her what I was really thinking? Or make something up... which she'd know was a lie. At this point... "I just wanted to fuck Pauli." And it was my turn for the red face, I was sure.
"I knew that. Know how jealous that made me?"
Okay, I'll admit, what Karen had just said went over my head, thinking about what had come next, "And then I felt her lips on me..." I felt myself starting to get hard all over again, in spite of all the times I'd come in the last few hours
"It still makes me jealous, even thinking about her makes you hard... I think," she went on, "that we need to raise our own game. Actually, I thought that several times last night, that we need to spice up our own love life... a lot, apparently."
"And how?" I started to ask her, "you have something in mind?" Hell, I was all for it. Was excited by the idea!
She laughed, "It's not going to happen tonight, that's for sure. I'm too sore... down there. But I think I'm going shopping, by myself, for some little surprises."
She had my attention, that was for damn sure. But apparently, our soul-searching of the night before was over, at least temporarily, as Karen had gotten up and was carrying our dishes back to the kitchen.
After the dishes were done and the kitchen clean once again, Karen announced that she was going to go do some of that shopping she'd mentioned. I offered to go along, and she told me, "I think that's the first time you've actually volunteered to go shopping with me. But no, this is a girl's trip." Then she added, "Wonder if Pauli's up yet, maybe she'd like to go with me." Karen looked at me, grinning, "Think she'd make a perfect shopping companion, don't you?"
She picked up her phone and took it to the back bedroom where I couldn't hear.
Going shopping with Pauli? What the hell kind of shopping trip was she talking about? I was thinking that for once, this might be a fun one to have gone with her.
A few minutes later, Karen came back in the room and told me, "She'll be ready in half-an-hour."
Then she disappeared back to our bedroom for the next twenty minutes, reappearing wearing the same clothes, red lipstick, hair brushed out long, just damned sexy. My eyes traveled up and down her body... still no bra... and I asked, "You're going out... wearing that?"
She walked over to our full-height mirror, looking at herself, brushing her hands over her blouse and skirt, twisting back and forth and answered, "I kind of like it. You don't?"
"Oh yeah!" I told her, "Just, you know, you haven't worn anything like it for so long."
She came over to me, gave me a short kiss on the lips and whispered, "Think that's going to change, though," and then was gone, leaving me totally speechless.
Maybe Karen and Pauli were able to go out after spending the night awake. Old age, I guess, but after Pauli and I had been awake nearly all the rest of the night, I was tired. She's twenty-four, and I guess a lot more able to recover from a night of sex than I am. Pauli's were the only tits I'd ever sucked other than Karen's. Mmm! What an understatement. Of course, listening to Karen's moans in the other room was a bit of a keep-awake distraction, too.
I slept for the next three hours and Karen wasn't home yet when I woke up. The house was clean and the lawn mowed, so I decided to write a bit. When I opened my laptop and my 'After the Reunion' series, it felt different, because for the first time in my life I'd actually lived a night of what I had been writing about.
In the story, Matt was spending a week in Richland helping Susan get the new store ready for the grand opening, virtually living with Ginger, his pretty redhead girlfriend. I was struggling a bit with the couple falling in love with each other. I couldn't help but stop and smile, realizing that now I could talk to Karen about helping me out of the quandary I'd gotten myself into. I couldn't even begin to count the times I'd have loved to talk to her about the story, but was afraid how she'd react to the secret I'd been keeping from her all those years.
She and I had lived a pretty sedate love life after our first couple years together. Until last night, probably the most exciting night we'd had for a long, long time was that night a week ago when Karen had dressed up in that short, sexy, silver-metallic dress; we'd gone to the River Lounge and then the night after. Even that was inspired by Pauli, unbeknown to Karen.
I wondered what was going to be next for us. Real life wasn't like Matt and Adriana or Robert and Michelle. Last night had been pretty damned unreal, but it wasn't going to be repeated, in spite of the fact that Karen was out with Pauli. I couldn't think very well and gave up writing, deciding to go for a drive, instead.
The only place I could think to look for Karen's car was at the mall. I had no idea what I'd do if I found it. I hadn't planned to go looking for it when I got in mine, it just sort of happened. Unfortunately, that mall is big. And the parking lot a lot bigger. It took probably a half-hour to drive up and down every row. And her car wasn't there.
It wasn't in front of Pauli's house, either, so I drove home. You get three guesses where her car was. "Where were you?" she asked when I went inside.
"Just out driving," I told her. I wasn't about to admit that I'd been looking for her. "You find what you were looking for?"
She smiled, "Yeah, I think so."
"You going to show me?" I asked, "have a good time with Pauli?"
"Maybe eventually, but not now, and yeah, we did. It was fun. She's fun... but right now," she told me, "I'm tired. Going to take a nap."
Later that night, it seemed like our lives had returned to normal. After Karen was up from her nap, we went to McDonald's and splurged on dinner, then home, watched a little TV and to bed, pretty much like our Sunday evenings for the last umpteen years.
Monday morning, though, was different. Karen showered for work like she always does, but that was the end of 'normal'. She came out of the bathroom wearing a red thong and matching skimpy, sheer bra. Things she's never worn. Not... ever! I followed her back in the bathroom to take my own shower, watching her out of the corner of my eyes putting on her makeup while I was getting ready to shower. I don't think she'd ever paid quite this much attention to makeup before, either.
After my shower, I went in the other bathroom to shave and brush my teeth while Karen was monopolizing our sink. Karen's underwear had made my cock expand and when I went back in our bedroom, even more. She was slipping a red dress down over her almost naked body, about three or four inches above her knees, but tight, showing her figure. And with that thong and sheer bra underneath it...!
"I have a client meeting today, probably all day," Karen told me, "a new client from Moses Lake."
An explanation is in order here. Karen works at an advertising firm, 'JHP Media and Advertising'. And yes, the 'P' in the name is her, Peterson. She's an account executive, making about triple the money I do. She typically leads the initial ad-design meetings with clients, determining their needs and going over different ad design suggestions.
She has always dressed professionally; attractive, but never 'sexy'. It was making me hot, thinking what her new client would think, not to even mention that her co-workers were predominately men. The fact that a woman as young as her has the confidence of her firm as she does, is a testament to her intelligence and creativity. I'm so damn proud of her!
And now I'm watching her, slipping heels on her stocking-clad feet, confident in her sexuality as well. It makes her even sexier! It excites me, imagining how the client will be drooling over her while she dazzles them with brilliance.
"This going to be your new persona at work?" I asked her, referring to her sexy appearance.
"I like it, you? Makes me feel sexy."
It should!
I was distracted a lot at work thinking about Karen and her new client during the day, remembering that thong and almost not-there bra under her short dress, not quite as bad as my zombie-time from last week, but certainly enough to be sidetracking. I was glad the project I was working on wasn't anything particularly challenging, a new Walmart store. They've built enough of those that building code compliance isn't much of an issue.
Karen called me about three and said she'd be late getting home, anticipating about seven. So when I got home, I thawed some chicken thighs in the microwave and put them in the pellet grill. It makes the best barbecue chicken ever!
She was home about a quarter after seven and still looked spectacular, although tired. We had a simple dinner; the chicken thighs, corn on the cob and sliced, grilled potatoes. Karen complimented me how good the meal was and told me a little about her day; it's a start-up cookware manufacturing company that wanted Facebook, YouTube, and Google ads. "We spent the day brainstorming ideas and sketching, getting some good plans for our final artists."
"The owner's about a forty-year-old guy that's really good looking and I was so wet all day, wearing this... I loved it!"
I thought about that. I know what either Robert or Matt in my stories would be thinking - encourage her, see if she'd lead the guy on, seduce him and eventually get him in her bed, preferably with hubby watching. That thought had my cock stiffening, but no, not gonna happen! Yeah, I enjoyed Saturday, but the real-life me ain't Matt or Robert! A little mild flirting and seduction is one thing, but more... nah.
After dinner, Karen asked me to clean up while she changed. I was actually a little disappointed (a lot?) I'd kind of wanted to watch her undress... maybe even help. Instead, I put leftovers away, loaded the dishwasher and washed off counters and the table, leaving the kitchen and dining room good as new, then turned on the TV, waiting for Karen. Later, I heard her from the bedroom, "Hon, can you come here, please? I need your help."
I got up, wondering what was in the top of the closet that she needed down. When I opened the door, I stopped, looking, shocked and speechless, at the center of our bed. There was my wife, naked except for the thong, a blindfold over her eyes and four sets of fur-covered handcuffs and straps.
Once the blood came back into my head, at least the limited blood that was left over from that in my lower extremity, I walked around the bed, not saying anything, wondering how best to take advantage of the situation that had been presented to me.
I'd written about situations similar to this, with Matt and Adriana and I think with Robert and Michelle a long time ago, but that was fiction; this was my real wife, not make-believe.
Karen was laying on her back, like I said, naked except the tiny little thong she'd put on that morning. I sat down beside her and ran my hand up the inside of her leg. She'd shaved Saturday and, since then, the only time I'd felt her pussy was those few seconds during the strip poker game. I ran my hand up and down her thigh, teasing both of us, bringing it a little closer each time. Karen's body was reacting, squirming, her legs spread apart. I'd never seen my wife in a thong and I liked it, especially knowing that's what she'd worn all day under a short skirt, the people she was with having no idea.
I must have teased us for a minute or two. I've written several times about time and how it loses meaning; how in the right circumstances, you can't tell a minute from half-an-hour. But I'd never experienced it, at least not like this.
I remembered the handcuffs she'd laid on the bed. Obviously, Karen wanted them used, so I got up, leaving her writhing, wanting my hand to move that extra inch to her thong-covered pussy. I went around the other side of the bed, picked up one of the handcuffs and fastened it around Karen's left wrist, then the strap to the corner bedpost and the other end of the handcuff, pulling the strap tight; then the same on the other side of the bed, making sure it was nice and tight so she wouldn't be able to move.
Karen didn't object, not that it would have mattered, because now I was in charge. And I wanted to savor this, so far in our lives, a once-in-a-lifetime situation. Object? Heck, she was making little cooing sounds, like she was loving what was happening. Heck, I thought, maybe I'll even write about this sometime.
Then I had another thought, something, I joked to myself that was quite rare. We have a foam cushion, thick, probably a foot, lots thicker than a pillow. I don't remember what we bought it for or, for that matter, even where it was. But I wanted it. I left my goddess, handcuffed and squirming on the bed, and went in search of the cushion. I thought maybe it was on a shelf in the garage and I was right. I could see it, but not reach it. I found the step-stool, climbed to the top step and carefully moved the stuff off the cushion so I could get it down, thinking it'd be just my luck to fall and break a leg, unable to move while Karen is handcuffed to the bed.
It could be a long night waiting for someone to wonder why neither of us were at work tomorrow and finally discovering us. Maybe a bit embarrassing for her, too. Yeah, I know, I'd still be able to crawl, but it was still a gruesome thought.
Not gruesome enough, though, to keep me from getting the damn cushion down!
I dusted my prize off, took it in the house and found a sheet in the hall closet to wrap around the dirty thing. It was way too big for a pillowcase.
Karen was still right there, laying quietly, arms spread-eagled on the bed when I went back in the bedroom. I was sure I could smell girl-odor, I'd noticed it before a few times when Karen was really turned on from our lovemaking. Like, I'm sure, she could likely smell my pre-cum on some of those times when she'd gotten me overly excited. And there had been a few times, but I didn't think quite like this. And not for a long time, discounting Saturday, of course.
She jumped when I touched her bottom, as I'd tried to be quiet entering the room. "Push your bottom up, I have something for you," I told her. She propped her legs under her as best she could and pushed up, probably expecting a pillow. "Little higher," I told her, then, "more... more..." with her leg muscles straining, I finally managed to squeeze the cushion underneath her butt, up far enough to give me clear access to between her legs.
"It's too high, this isn't comfortable," she complained.
I had my plans. "It'll only be a little while, just relax." I thought that in a bit she likely wouldn't mind so much, anyway.
But first, the rest of the cuffs. When I'd done the first ones, I'd noticed that the others were much bigger, like made for ankles instead of wrists. I clipped them on, like I had on her arms and made sure all were pulled tight so that Karen was totally spread-eagled on the bed, with her butt over a foot off the bed and unable to move.
When I stood back to admire my handiwork... and my sexy woman, I realized that something was definitely wrong. She still had the thong on. How in hell was I going to get it off with her legs spread like they were.
"Oops," I told her, "think we forgot something."
I know, 'we' was a bit of a misnomer, but nothing wrong with spreading blame when you can. And the way Karen was tied down, I could.
Nothing to do but undo, then redo. Slipping that thong down her legs, uncovering the real 'prize' was fun. The tiny, little triangle over her pussy was sheer satin, not hiding anything, everything else was nothing but string. No damned wonder she said she'd been horny all day.
Her pussy was wet, her thong was wet, and when I slipped my hand underneath it the first time, my hand was wet. Ahh, but her bare skin felt so good. I couldn't resist myself running a couple fingers just inside her pussy lips, getting a loud moan for my efforts. "Little less uncomfortable, sweet?"
"Uhuh," was all the answer I got.
And I savored pulling it down off her smooth, sexy legs, then redid the cuffs, spreading her legs wide apart.
I don't know why, I guess I just wanted to make her suffer a bit, kind of sweet agony, I hoped. I checked her blindfold, making sure it was tight, then spent a little time sucking on her titties and ran my hand over her smooth pussy lips, just inside them. God, she felt good and what I had planned was going to be hard to do, but I was, anyway.
Once I had Karen groaning to my satisfaction, I stood up and tiptoed out of the room, being careful to not make any sound at all. I wondered about some of the things Matt had done to Addie, what it'd be like in real life to torment a woman sexually.
So I just sat and waited... and waited... and waited. I wondered what it was really like, not knowing, being blindfolded. I guess that in reality, it should have been the other way around. I'm the one who threw the wrench in Karen's life, who shocked her with my Lush admission, brought Pauli into our life and so on. But, damn, she'd seemed to enjoy it the consequences every bit as much as me - maybe even more. I think she and Connor fucked way more than Pauli and me. Of course, he's ten-twelve years younger so a lot more... virile. Maybe recuperative is the word I'm looking for.
I hoped she'd enjoy what I had planned, maybe even the torment of having to wait, building up her yearning. I know for damn sure that I was, just thinking about it. My cock was so damned hard!
But at least I knew what was coming or at least that I could control it. Karen didn't know what, when, or anything. That had to be a torment. I thought about taking my clothes off, but knew that if I did, I wouldn't be able to control myself so just took off my shirt, shoes, and socks, leaving my pants with the flagpole in the front.
Speaking of torment, I couldn't take my own any longer. I got up and snuck back in the bedroom and stood at the foot of the bed, looking at my Karen. I reached out, touching her inner thigh just inches from her slit that I so desperately wanted. Like before, Karen jumped, moaning in her frustration. I'd never seen my wife quite like this.
I carefully leaned over, trying hard to not give myself away until the last instant and touched my tongue to her pussy. That brought a loud groan from Karen, then my lips were kissing her there, tasting her and feeling her bare smoothness for the first time on my lips. Ahh, it was a damned good thing I hadn't taken my pants off. I know I'd have been inside her in an instant if I had.
As it was, I let my tongue do the work, pressing as deep inside her as I could, my lips moving up, finding her little nubbin and sucking it in. Karen's hips were bucking as much as her restraints would allow and I backed off just enough to admonish her, "Don't come, I'll have to punish you if you do," then dug back in, enjoying her sweet, sexy, tanginess... and especially enjoying her groans of pleasure, jerking her arms and legs at the cuffs... that she'd bought and laid out for me to use.
I ground my lips and my tongue into her core as deep as they could get, paying special attention to her little nubbin of a clit, trying hard to force an orgasm out of her... then stopping just when it was, from past experience, on the verge of being imminent.
"Oh God, you bastard, don't stop... please..." she begged. Maybe I should have done like, I don't remember who bought the ball-gag, Matt or Adriana. Something that when I wrote it, never contemplated I'd ever want for my Karen. But now...
But I didn't have one so had to listen to Karen's expletives at my stopping when I did. And you know damn good and well that I enjoyed listening to every one!
I waited for her to quiet down from her ranting and asked her, "Did Connor taste you there?" She nodded and I went on, "You like it?" Another nod, a vigorous nod.
"Good, Pauli seemed to like it, too... so did I!" I told her.
What I mentioned earlier in the day, about not being Matt or Robert and not wanting another guy to fuck my wife - that was out the window at that moment. I'd have loved for her new client she'd been with all day in that sexy dress and nearly non-existent undies to be there and watch him strip them off her and fuck her... right before I did! It's a pretty safe bet that he'd thought about it during the day.
"I'm going to let your arms and legs loose. Want you to roll over, should be more comfortable. You won't hit me or anything, will you?"
Karen grunted out a 'no' and I wasn't sure whether to believe her or not. She didn't seem the least bit sedate. But before I did, I kissed her, long and deep, letting her taste herself on my lips, rolling a nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
Then I couldn't resist giving little more attention to those tits while I had the chance, sucking first one, then the other in my mouth; rolling her nipples between my lips and sucking them in deep, my hand enjoying the soft dampness of her pussy at the same time.
What I'd thought about a moment earlier... I couldn't help but ask her, "Bet you thought about your client doing this to you, didn't you?"
I waited and she finally nodded that she had.
"Say it, did you want him to fuck you?"
She hesitated and I pressed two fingers against her pussy and bit down gently on a nipple, "Answer me."
It finally burst out of her, "Yes, dammit, I was so horny! I wanted him!"
"To fuck you?"
"... wanted him to fuck me!"
"Naughty girl!" I told her, then proceeded to unlock the cuffs from her wrists and ankles.
"Roll over," I said when she was free. She spent a moment rubbing her wrists and flexing her legs before she did what I told her. While she struggled to roll over on her tummy across the cushion, I slipped my pants and underpants down, letting my hard cock jump out of its confinement.
Once she was comfortably laying across the cushion and it was situated where I wanted, I told her to stretch her arms and legs out again and refastened the cuffs, stretching the straps tight. I know what she was anticipating, but I wasn't quite ready to give it to her just yet.
I sat beside her and ran my hand over her sexy butt, much like I'd watched Connor do Saturday night.
"You wanted to fuck a stranger," and raised my hand and forced it back down in a hard slap against Karen's bare bottom.
She jerked in surprise with a loud 'Ow!'
"I didn't know that you'd like this..." a second hard smack.
"... or that I would, too," a third, harder.
Karen's butt was starting to get red and she'd begun to whimper, whether it was in pain or lust, I wasn't sure. Probably both.
"You..." smack, "tried..." smack, "to..." smack, My hand stung! "seduce..." smack, "a stranger..." smack - hard!
I couldn't take this any longer. I climbed up on the bed behind my wife and rammed my cock inside her. Karen's head jerked up and she let out a long, low wail. I held her hips and fucked in and out of her.
"Just... never... " fucking in and out between every word, "go... further..." sweat coming off my brow, Karen moaning at her full volume, "without me..." and exploded inside her, not believing the last two words that had come out of my mouth!
Karen's body, too, began shuddering in her orgasm, the two of us climaxing and screaming together in one incredible, ongoing moment of the most unbelievable bliss I'd ever experienced. From Karen's reaction and her slick, sweaty body, her too.
I rolled off Karen, laying flat on my back beside her, trying to catch my breath from my orgasm.
"I... can't believe I said that," I told her.
"It's okay," she told me, "I know you didn't mean it." Except, I wasn't so sure that I didn't. In fact, I was pretty damn sure that I had. Maybe later would be different, but right then, I meant every word.
Karen turned her head toward me, the blindfold still over her eyes, arms and legs still cuffed to the bed, and smiled, "Maybe this would be a good time to tell you... I invited Pauli and Connor to dinner Saturday night."
"What we talked about last night, you know I can never do that, right?"
Karen was sitting on the edge of the bed. I was awake, barely. It had been an eventful night. "What?" I asked her, confused. My mind wasn't working so good yet.
"Bring a client home... or anywhere else. I can never do that. Anyone I work with, either."
It was coming back to me. I'd gotten an admission from Karen last night that she had wanted to fuck her new client from Moses Lake, the cookware guy. She'd worn a sexy dress, practically naked underneath it and been horny all day. Then last night. Holy shit!
I rolled over to her side of the bed and sat beside her, nibbling on her neck. "Stop it," she said, "I have to get ready for work."
"But you want to do something else, don't you?" as I pinched a nipple. After that night with Pauli and Connor, I was perpetually horny. Karen, too, if her hard nipple was any indication.
"But we don't have time, sweetheart, we overslept," she said.
"What time is it?" I asked, looking at my watch. Except I didn't have my glasses on yet and couldn't see it good enough.
"Seven-fifteen. I have to be at work by eight," she said, jumping up and heading for the shower.
I needed to be, too, Had a meeting at eight. I got up and stumbled into the bathroom. Karen was already in the shower so the sink was vacant. I did my thing, deciding to skip a shower. A little stink never hurt anybody.
I was back in the bedroom slipping on a pair of pants when Karen came in with a towel wrapped around her. She went to her drawer, dropped the towel (eat your heart out, you jealous pigs!) and pulled another flimsy little thing out, slipped her feet in it and pulled it up. It wasn't a thong like the day before, but so thin, totally sheer. The bra she pulled out next was matching, the same, not even remotely concealing her nipples, much less their pointy little shape.
The cotton briefs like she'd worn for ten years seemed to be gone. Forever, I hoped! She'd worn nice, sexy ones the first few years after we married, but once she started on the cotton... they just never went away... until now.
"Another client?" I asked.
She laughed, "No... well, there is this afternoon, a sixty-something lady that's been our client for ages."
"Then...?"
"I like it. Feels good, sexy," wiggling her butt at me as she slipped another dress on over her head, then backing up to me, holding her hair aside, "Zip, please." The dress was black, purple flowers, sleeveless, deep 'V', several inches above the knees. Yeah, sexy!
I liked the way Karen had started dressing for work. Pretty sure the men at work did, too. And to think, I'd spent all those years afraid to death of her finding out about my Lit hobby.
Later, at dinner that evening, I asked her, "What about dinner with Pauli and Connor, you have plans? Like...?"
She giggled, "You mean like... strip poker? No, I don't. I just have dinner planned," she paused, with a smile on her face, "but who knows..."
Yeah, who knows? Somehow, I couldn't see it being 'just dinner'.
"But," she started to ask, "I want to know what's going on in your story, the one about Matt and Adriana?"
I frowned, "I'm stuck," I told her, "I've got Matt literally living with a gorgeous, sexy woman for a week, they're falling in love with each other and I don't know how to get out of it."
"Can I read it? Maybe I'd have an idea."
I got up and grabbed my tablet, opening Lush on it, "I'd love it if you did. Maybe start at what's already been published, this latest series of chapters." I found what I was looking for, Ch 27. "Here," I told her, "start with this one, then 28 and 29, then what I've written so far for the next."
We finished dinner in silence, Karen reading, and when we were done, she took the tablet in the living room while I did up the kitchen. While I was working, I thought about the story and decided I'd tell her about some of my other quandaries with the story. I liked this idea of her helping. Wished I'd come clean with her a long time ago.
When I finished, I opened my laptop to the latest, unfinished chapter, read through it one more time and realized I still didn't know what to do next. I hoped Karen would have an idea.
I sat and patiently (well maybe not so patient) waited. When Karen finished, she closed the case on the tablet and said, "You do have a problem, don't you. People seem to like the story, though. I read the comments."
I nodded, "Kinda got a little out of hand, huh. And written myself into a corner. The other thing, is Saturday night, their last night. I've had so many sex scenes between Matt and Ginger that I'm afraid of it getting boring. I know they're having sex that last night, but I don't have any clue how to do it and make it interesting, not just a repeat of other times."
She smiled, "Well, I haven't read your new one yet, but I have an idea for what I think would be a good sex scene. Let me read what you have first, though, before I say anything. Maybe I'll come up with an idea about them falling in love, too."
I pushed my laptop over to her. The chapter was up to Saturday morning, about 5,000 words so far. She read through it and as she got closer to the end, her smile grew. I hoped that was good news, an idea. I was sure out of them.
"I know exactly what you need to do... and that last sex scene, too," she said.
"Ooookay... I'm listening,"
"Okay, first the sex scene," she looked up at me, "you know which of your chapters really turned me on when I read it? Addie in that glass cage, all those people watching her."
Whoa, that surprised me. Karen? Made me wonder if she...
"I know you can't do that, but you could do something similar..." and her smile grew, "... a picture window. Ginger's had this fantasy of doing it in front of the window..."
I thought for a minute. I liked it! Then I thought about what she'd said. "Yes! It's perfect. You want to write it? It's your idea. It'd be fun."
She shook her head, "No, you're the writer. You do it. I'll read it and make suggestions if you want, but I'm not a writer." Ha! I'm not, either! At least I never thought so, until people started telling me that they liked what I wrote.
She could, I know she could. Then another thought went through my pea-brain. "Just curious, love, is that Ginger's fantasy... or... maybe yours?" Especially, after what she'd said about Adriana in that glass cage, made me wonder.
Even more when Karen's face turned red. "Yours, isn't it?" I said, about eighty percent shocked.
"I don't know... maybe. After Saturday, seems like everything's changed. I have things in my head that I'd never imagined before... yeah, it just seems like it'd be hot doing something like that. What I said about Adriana in that glass cage... my panties were soaked after reading that, it was so hot."
I smiled, "Sooo, you think it'd maybe be hot to strip... in public? Like in a strip club?"
Her face was even redder, "But I couldn't, just like Adriana said in one of your chapters... how'd you know that, by the way? That so many women would love to do that if they weren't so afraid?"
I laughed, "I dunno, Adriana just kind of made it up, but it seemed reasonable... and the more I've heard since then, the closer I think it is."
Her body gave a little shudder, "It just seems... I don't know, just... hot... and yeah, the thing in front of the window... I could see doing something like that sometime. It'd be such a turn-on!" and she went on, "just... not here... where our neighbors could see. We couldn't do that, but Ginger..."
I'd forgotten about Ginger. I was thinking about Karen. Is it possible that life could take after fiction? "Maybe... sometime, we might go somewhere...?"
She hesitated before answering, "Maybe..."
God! This was totally unreal! My cock was already hard at the thought. Karen was sure going to be in my head when I wrote that. Matter of fact, I might use Ginger and Matt's names cuz it's their story, but it was going to be Karen and me that I was going to write about.
"But Ginger and Matt," she went on, "what to do about them falling in love... what if... there was another guy, someone who's wanted to date her... but she was afraid, because of her still having the attachment to Eric?"
I thought it made sense. She's a pretty lady. And then it came to me what was going to happen. I couldn't help but smile, "That's perfect, too. I can do that. I know just how to go with it now. Get some emotion in the story, too." I kissed Karen, "You're a lifesaver! I'm so glad I finally told you."
She smiled, too, "You just had to trust me a little. Why wouldn't I have liked what you were doing? The only thing that I didn't like was that you kept the secret from me. That hurt when you first told me, made me mad, too."
I leaned over and kissed her, "I'm sorry, love. You're so right. I should have. Just... was scared what you'd think."
"Well, now we're good. I'm happy you're finally sharing."
We snuggled together, until Karen pulled away, "There's one thing, though. Remember how Addie wanted to abstain that week? So Matt would be horny when he went to Ginger's?"
"Uhh, yeah..." I wasn't sure I was liking the sound of this.
She got that sly grin on her face, "I think... for Saturday night..."
Nooo! "You can't be serious!" I knew exactly what she was going to say. Hell, I'd written the damn thing!
"We're going to abstain until Saturday night," she said.
I looked at my wife wild-eyed. Crap! I still had that raging hardon from Karen admitting she had this fetish for having sex where we could be seen. And she wanted to...! Besides dressing like she was every day, now. Crap, even right now, she was sitting here in a tiny little pair of silky shorts and no bra, driving me up the wall!
"... not that anything's going to happen Saturday night," that sly grin again, "but one never knows... does one?"
My mind went blank. She wouldn't do this... would she?
She pulled out the tablet again, "I'm going to go back and read where I left off the other day," and looked over at me, "you need to write those new scenes."
She looked down at the tablet, fiddling with it. I came to the unfortunate conclusion that she would. So I did what she suggested, reopened my laptop and went to work... if you could call it work.
I'm not even going to describe what Karen wore to bed that night. Just suffice it to say that she took lessons on teasing from Adriana.
And Wednesday morning was a repeat of Monday and Tuesday; just a different matching set of sexy panties and bra and another short dress. Four more nights was going to be a long time.
That afternoon I got a text from Pauli, 'Would you and Karen mind if we brought another couple? Good friends of ours. Married. They've never done anything like Saturday but we hinted and I know they would be fun. Know they're open minded. Haven't asked them getting your ok.'
Whoa! That was a surprise. Heck, it sounded good to me, especially if they were anything like Connor and Pauli. I sent a reply, 'Will talk to Karen tonight. Let you know.'
Then I thought about it the rest of the afternoon, having another pretty girl there. But married? Of course, Karen and me being married hadn't been any impediment. And it sure sounded like Pauli and Connor intended much more than just 'dinner', like Karen had said.
The first thing Karen said when I showed her Pauli's text was, "Oh my goodness!" I tried to not look as eager as I felt. Not so sure I was successful, though.
Especially, after one glance at me, she said, "You want to let them invite their friends, don't you?" So much for trying to hide it.
"...think it'd be fun," I told her.
"So now you want two young, cute girls to fuck? Instead of just one?"
"I-I-I..."
She laughed, "And I, sweet love, would get two guys! You okay with that? Maybe both at the same time... never done anything like that..." she smiled.
Two... guys at once? What the hell was she implying? How would you do that...? And then it hit me, at least with what was going through my dirty mind, "You wouldn't... would you?"
She got that grin on her face and giggled, "Tell her invite them..." and then barely audible, "and find out."
I sat there, my mouth gaping open. We've never... she's never... at least as far as I knew... didn't think so!
Never been spanked like that, either! Spanking, sex in public, now this? What the fuckin' hell? Damn, I liked it!
"So you're serious? Invite them?"
"If you want... and I know you do, so... yeah, go ahead, tell Pauli to invite them." Yeah, as if Karen didn't want to, too.
I typed out a message on my phone to Pauli, 'Karen said to invite them. Sounds like fun,' then hit send
As soon as I put my phone back in my pocket, there was a ping. I looked at it, 'Thank you. Won't regret it. Promise.'
Now I was hard and horny again. Shit!
"Did you get the rest of that chapter written?" Karen asked me.
"Uhh, no, a little, but not to the end."
"Well, get it done. I'm so curious to see what it's going to be like"
So was I. I got up, retrieved my laptop, opened it, and, "Working on it now," I told her.
Karen retrieved her tablet and began reading again while I wrote. She had a long way to go, yet. I was going great guns, doing well, I thought, having loads of fun, imagining that what I was writing was Karen and me, when Karen closed her tablet and said, "Hon, I took a little break from your series and read one of your others."
"Cool," I told her, "which one, Wedding Meadow, Best Buddy, Her First Time?"
"No, it wasn't any of those. It was a little one, pretty short... the title was 'Surprise Work Evening'."
Oh shit! My face must have turned completely white. I had completely forgotten that was in there.
Her look was boring into me, "Did that happen? Was it real?" she calmly asked. I wasn't even remotely calm.
"It-it was a long time ago. Over ten years. I couldn't tell you!" and I tried to justify myself, "I tried not to, I wanted to get out of there."
"And she forced you? Is that it? So you're telling me it did happen?"
Hell, what now? "It never happened again, I promise! Eleven years ago."
She opened her tablet again, "I quote, 'Suddenly her lips were on mine. They were soft, so God dam soft'." Now, I was shaking, the thought of that divorce lawyer went through my head again. What the hell have I done!
"Any more little secrets? Now would probably be a good time," she said.
I shook my head, held my hands up, "No, and I'm so sorry! Hon, you know how much I love you. It wasn't intentional."
She read through it again, leaving me in agony the next several minutes. "Sounds kinda cute to me. Especially about the 'explosive' sex you and I had afterward. I think I remember wondering what had gotten into my husband for a month or so," she looked up at me again, "after all, you did try to leave... Promise, nothing more?"
"Absolutely! A thousand percent. Nothing!"
"Okay... so how are Ginger and Matt coming along?"
And she's going to drop it? Just like that!
"Hon, I really am sorry... and I think it's coming good, another half-hour and I think it'll be done." I wasn't going to press my luck. Two for two beating divorce court!
She went back to reading and I wracked my mind trying to think if there was anything else incriminating that I'd forgotten about and written. Like Karen said, now would be the time to tell her if there was. I did think of something that I'd probably better warn her about, "Hon, there was one more thing, I just remembered... you remember when you told me about a boyfriend you had after high school?"
I waited, "Uhuh," she said.
"Well, I... kind of used that as a jumpoff for that other series, the first one I wrote, about Robert and Michelle." I asked if I could see her tablet for a minute, then found the story, 'Michelle's Sexuality Reawakened, Ch 1' and showed it to her, "This one, and now that I remember way back, that was why I didn't want to tell you about the stories. Afraid you'd be mad that I used that." And once again, I was holding my breath while she read.
She was smiling as she read it. That chapter was fairly short and when she finished, she looked up at me, saying, "Brings back some fun memories. But it wasn't anything at all like that, though, you know."
I was relieved again, she didn't seem mad. "I know, it was just kind of... the trigger; that and a book by Ben Bosworth, 'Two Sides of Terri'."
"A book, huh, think I'd like it?"
I wouldn't have thought so a week ago. "Yeah, think you might," and then told her, "wait. I think it's still on my Kindle." I jumped up, retrieved the Kindle out of our bedroom, leafed through some of the stories quickly and... there it was. "Here," I showed her, "you should read it when you get a chance... after you finish mine," I told her, with a chuckle.
She looked down through the list of my chapters and stories on her tablet, "That'll only take about a year," she said.
Another crisis averted! Three for three. I guess I just needed to take my own advice from my stories, 'honesty'.
I went back to work on the ending of that newest chapter, 31. It was getting late, but I was on a roll and wanted to get it done so I could show Karen.
Just a little later, I told her, "Here it is. It'll need some editing yet, but check out the rough draft," handing her my laptop.
She'd already read up through Saturday morning and that only left about a third of the story to read. Her smile spread as she read. When she finished, she looked up at me, "I spoke a little too soon about that abstaining thing. I'm so wet right now!"
My own smile spread, "You liked it, then?"
"I'm going to read it again Saturday right before they get here, just to get in the mood," she said, "I loved it! How you dealt with the 'love' thing, too."
I was proud. Karen liked how I'd dealt with her idea. "You know that was you and me I was writing about, don't you?"
"God!" was all she said.
I asked for the computer back, then saved the chapter on a USB stick so it'd be in two places. I lost a story once before and had to start over. Worse than writing it the first time.
My Walmart job was done and I didn't have another lined up right away, so I spent Thursday finishing the chapter, editing, Grammarly check and sent it to my editor and beta reader. That evening I asked Karen to read it one more time; she suggested a few little changes and I waited to get comments back from the guys I'd sent it to, an editor and a beta reader.
Just the thought that someday that scene actually could be Karen and me, instead of just a story, had me almost able to prop myself up with my third leg.
I was wishing that Pauli would send a picture of her married friends. She texted me back mid-morning that they were coming and excited about it. She said her girlfriend was pretty nervous about it, too. I can imagine! Wasn't so long ago that I was a nervous wreck about going to her house. Being a zombie at work hadn't been fun. Well, in a way, it had, because I'd been a zombie with a huge hardon.
The chapter Karen had helped me with was submitted and published and once again, I'd enjoyed watching her get ready for work with her new clothes. I wasn't even going to ask how much she'd spent on clothes. With her salary, she could afford it.
Nights were long with Karen wearing new lingerie to bed every night and still telling me no sex, especially after writing that scene about her and me. She had obviously taken to heart one of the really bad ideas I'd written about -- that stupid abstaining thing. If I'd known Karen was going to copy it, I sure as hell never would have written it. Dumb!
Saturday, which I thought would never come, Karen went clothes shopping again. "I need something for tonight," she said.
I couldn't help but laugh, "What, you need another burlap sack? Could just stop by Pauli's and get the other one."
She stuck her tongue out at me and left. Immature children!
I hope Pauli burned the other one! Just throwing it away isn't good enough. It could reappear somewhere, ruining some poor guy's vision forever.
Karen and I hadn't ever discussed what we were having for dinner. I couldn't think of anything we had in the house that sounded particularly good. Hopefully, Karen would think about that while she was out, too.
When she got home three hours later, she only had a couple little bags. "Those took three hours?" I asked her, incredulously.
There was that tongue again. "Will you please get the groceries out of the car?" she asked me, with sickening sweetness. I carried them in, then asked Karen, "What's for dinner tonight?"
"YOU (very heavy emphasis on the 'you') are making lasagna. I am making dinner rolls," holding up a package of Hawaiian rolls, "and a pecan cake for dessert," holding up a box of butter pecan cake mix. I'll admit that, box or not, she makes a darned good butter-pecan cake. I don't know what all she adds to the mix, but it turns out heavenly.
We began to dig through the sacks of groceries, putting some away and keeping the stuff out that I'd need for the lasagna; Italian sausage, ricotta cheese, lasagna noodles, and so on. I do enjoy making lasagna. Comes out good, too.
Karen said that dinner was planned at seven, so I put the lasagna in the oven at six, then headed to the bedroom to get ready. Karen had made her cake and 'dinner rolls' earlier and was in the shower.
I was a little surprised, she'd laid out a new pair of slacks and a silky shirt that she'd bought me on her three-hour shopping trip. I shaved and brushed my teeth while I waited for her to finish her shower, then replaced her under the hot shower water as soon as she stepped out. God, that naked woman would never cease blowing my libido through the roof, especially after she'd shaved her pussy hairs and was so baby-smooth 'down there'.
And that evening my libido was on full alert after the last few days and the very real likelihood that two other guys would more than likely be seeing and probably more with that baby smoothness. I was kind of (as in a LOT) wanting to cop a feel to see if she was as wet as I was hard. It was still a little hard for me to believe that this was actually happening! In real life, not just in stories.
I liked the new shirt Karen had bought, satin, brown with lighter brown stripes. it looked good and felt better. I still didn't know what Karen was wearing. After what she'd said after last Saturday, I presumed it wasn't going to be a one-piece dress like that night. Probably not another burlap bag, either.
"You look nice, I like that," she told me when she came out of the bathroom, wrapped in her towel.
"Thank you, I do too... and thank you for buying it," I answered. The tan-colored slacks looked nice, too.
I was waiting, watching Karen as she pulled open her lingerie drawer... and pulled out a red, wispy thin, totally sheer pair of panties and bra. If I hadn't already been hard before, which I was, I sure as hell would have been, seeing those. She dropped the towel and pulled the panties on, then the bra, asking me to clip it.
Then she turned, facing me and asking, "How does it look?"
Uhh! I'm a guy. How the hell does she think it looks? My eyes were wide, looking her up and down, not able to think straight that other guys were undoubtedly going to be having the same view I was right then before the night was over. I asked her, in all seriousness, like a total klutz, "That all you're wearing?
She laughed and went to the walk-in closet, coming back out with a couple plastic bags with some store logo on them and laughed, "No, I think I'll wear these, too," holding up the bags and disappearing back in the bathroom.
I grabbed a pair of socks and my brown dress shoes. Then sat on the end of the bed, waiting.
Unfortunately, my eager waiting was interrupted by the doorbell. I walked to the living room, glancing behind me until the last moment, just hoping to get a glimpse. It wasn't to be, but I heard her voice out of the bathroom, "Hon, can you put the rolls in the oven, please."
So I gave up when out in the hallway and went ahead in the living room, opening the front door...
There, on our front porch, stood two couples; Pauli and Connor of course, and one other. I smiled, my most 'happy to see you' smile I could and invited them in. Pauli gave me a hug and Connor and I shook hands, my eyes trolling the young lady with them. It all of a sudden hit me, how weird it was to be shaking the hand of the guy who was, in all likelihood, going to be fucking my wife in a relatively short while.
"This is Alyssa and Nathan," Pauli said, once we were inside and the door closed.
I shook Nathan's hand, introducing myself; he said we could call him Nate. Then his pretty wife stuck her hand out as well, "Alyssa," she said. There was a stark difference between Pauli and Alyssa; where Pauli's short and voluptuous, Alyssa was tall, probably five-eight or so and thin, kind of reminding me of Mary Tyler Moore on the Dick Van Dyke Show. Pretty like her, too, except with absolutely beautiful, golden-blonde hair, just reaching her shoulders.
"Karen's still getting ready, should be out in just a bit," I said, glancing toward the hall, wishing she'd hurry up. I was always uncomfortable meeting new people.
Nathan handed me a pan, still warm, "Brownies," he said, then with a smile, "special brownies -- mood brownies, Alyssa calls them... Pauli said they might be appropriate for tonight."
I looked down at the brownies, wondering, what...? when Connor spoke, "One before dinner would be good... kinda slow to do their thing." Sorry, I had no clue what they were talking about. Naïve! I set them down on the kitchen island counter.
Then Connor handed me a big plastic bag, with something inside. I took it out and was enthralled, "Little game I found. The sales guy said it's their most popular," Connor said, "I didn't know if you and Karen had anything planned. I didn't open it so we can take it back if you do." I looked at it, an 'adult' game, still sealed in cellophane
"I don't, don't think Karen does, either," remembering our little conversation about that very thing. 'Nothing planned,' she had told me. I took the game in the living room to set it down on the coffee table. On the way, I kind of looked over the picture on the box. It looked, umm, very 'adult' and I felt my appendage begin to grow, thinking about 'after dinner'.
That was when I heard our bedroom door open and in walked Karen. My eyes, and no doubt Connor's and Nate's, were glued to her. I didn't know where to look first; this was my Karen! She had never in her life... If my mid-section appendage hadn't popped to life before...
Karen's top was sheer, black sleeveless, her wispy-thin, red bra showing right through it. Her skirt was red leather, probably about twelve-inches long with eyelets and leather laces up both sides, leaving about an inch gap up the outside of her legs to within a couple inches of the top.
And then the high heels and sheer red stockings, the lacy tops showing through those inch-wide gaps. I've seen prostitutes less sexy. No I haven't, I've never seen a prostitute, but in my imagination...
Even Pauli and Alyssa were staring. And then I remembered those panties underneath it...
"You get the rolls in the oven?" she innocently asked me, through her red lips.
This is the stuff of erotic stories, NOT real life! I didn't even have the presence of mind to answer her. She had to look in the kitchen to see them still on top the counter, still wrapped in the foil she'd done earlier. Okay, so we had to watch her walking in that thing, open the oven door, lean over and put the rolls in. "Mmm, the lasagna smells good," she said, "another ten minutes, just in time for the rolls to get hot."
Lasagna, rolls, not uppermost in my mind at the moment.
I guess I should mention what the other girls were wearing as well, although nothing at all like Karen. Both other times I'd seen Pauli, in that restaurant when she first asked to look at my phone, that began this whole adventure, and at her house last week, she'd been wearing tight, painted-on pants. Kinda reminding of Mel McDaniel's song, 'Baby's Got Her Bluejeans On'. This time it was a skirt, about the same length as Karen's, but frilly, like a pretty, young woman would be more likely to wear, I guess. And a flowery top, still no bra -- just like last Saturday.
Alyssa had on a pair of frazzled, denim Daisy Duke shorts showcasing off those long, tanned legs and a tank top. Didn't think she was wearing a bra, either. God, this seemed like it could be a good night! Nate wasn't a half bad-looking guy, either, I guess... from a girl's viewpoint. Karen seemed to be enjoying the view, anyway.
Karen hugged all around, with a bit of an extra-long hug and short kiss on the lips for Nate. Damn! I couldn't help but think about that little conversation we'd had Wednesday night about 'two guys.' Was she kidding or...? Shit! My hardon was getting to be embarrassing.
While we were waiting, Connor uncovered the brownies, took out six and offered each of us one. They were good, chocolaty, walnuts. I didn't taste anything out of the ordinary. "These are good," Karen said, then after eating it, "can I have another, please?"
So Nathan passed out another to each of us.
We wandered into the living room and sat down. Connor picked up the game he had brought and looked at the picture on the cover; a group sitting around a table, half-dressed and laughing with one of the couples kissing. "We've never played anything like this before. The guy at the store said it would be fun, though. I told him there were three couples and he said it would be perfect."
Yeah, from the cover, looked good to me!
The oven dinged, telling us that the lasagna was done. We sat down at the table that Karen had set quite a while ago and Karen and I set the food on the table. She had bought some wine when she was at the store: 'Chianti', if you know anything about wine, which I do not. Spoiled, smashed grapes are all I know about it. She'd said it needed to cool a little so had put it in the refrigerator a couple hours earlier.
The lasagna was just as good as it looked. I was proud of my effort, the way our guests complimented it. The wine even tasted kind of good with it, too. And you can never go wrong with Hawaiian rolls. Homemade sourdough would have been better, but, oh well.
We all introduced ourselves a little more, what we do and so on and talked about some of the funny stories we could think of. Nate and Alyssa seemed like a fun couple, as we already knew Pauli and Connor were. They had been married a year, nine-months, eight days. And didn't say how many hours or minutes.
Pauli told them that we met because I wrote erotic stories, which made my face turn red, "Not very good ones," I said, "just fun freebies for a story website..."
"Don't listen, they're good," Pauli interrupted.
I was embarrassed, wanted to change the subject to anything else. Karen came to my rescue, "You guys ever thought about... you know, doing it with other people?"
Alyssa was cute, she looked down, her face getting a bit reddish. Her husband answered, "Just talked, like a fantasy thing, until Connor and Pauli started talking about how much fun they had last week and then asked if we wanted to come tonight."
Then Karen asked, "So you're expecting to, maybe...?"
Karen and I were both more than interested in this conversation. It seemed a lot like we were just a week ago, almost exactly a hundred-sixty-eight hours ago. Yeah, that's my analytical mind, I can just pop out those numbers like that without hardly even thinking about it.
Alyssa's fingers were fidgeting, Nate answered again, looking at his wife. She smiled back at him, nodding ever so slightly, "I think so... probably."
Karen, as the elder statesperson in the group, except me, I guess, said, "Alyssa, hon, you can say no at any time if anything gets too uncomfortable for you."
I just realized what had just gone through my mind: 'elder statesperson' and looked at the gorgeous, young, sexy woman I'd just thought of as 'elder'. I had trouble controlling the chuckle that was just aching to come out, for fear it'd be misinterpreted as something else.
We finished dinner, talking about much more inane subjects. Karen put the cake on the table, asking if anyone wanted a slice. I didn't, at least not right then. I was full. Besides, that game sitting on the coffee table was just begging to be played. Everyone else said they were full as well. Lucky for me, I'd have leftover cake. Somehow, I didn't think that later, cake would be at the top of anyone's to-do list.
Karen and I began cleaning up, telling our guests to make themselves comfortable in the living room for just a little bit. All four insisted on helping, though and it only took a few minutes until we were back in the living room, Connor's game staring us in the face.
Karen cleaned off the coffee table while Connor and I pulled the loveseat over, opposite the couch. I retrieved that infamous, thick foam cushion that Karen and I had so enjoyed Monday night and a cushion off an easy chair to put on the other end of the table.
"Anyone want a drink before we start?" I asked.
"I bought rum and ginger ale like we had last time," Karen said, "that's what I'd like... kind of got to like it."
Everyone else said that'd be fine, so Connor and I got up to make drinks. I crushed a bowl of ice and Connor poured the drinks. While he was pouring, I mentioned quietly, "Your friend's hot, pretty young. Think she will?"
He grinned, "Know she looks young, she and Nate are both twenty, a year younger than Pauli. Don't know for sure if she will, but hope so," then looked at me, grinning, "but not as hot as your wife. Damn! And I KNOW she will. Guess you know what I intend to do with her."
Ahhh! Another guy just outright telling me he was going to fuck my Karen. Something I sure as hell never thought would excite me like it was. It surprised me how much real truth there was in the stories I was writing.
We carried the drinks back to the living room, passed them out and when I started to sit back down, Karen asked me, "Hon, I forgot something on the top of my dresser. Could you go get it, please?"
"Sure," I told her and trudged off to the bedroom, wondering what she'd forgotten. There, on top of the dresser, was a small bottle of KY Love Passion. I picked it up and read the side of the bottle, 'sensual lube for couples. It enhances the feelings for both parties' I thought about the significance of Karen wanting lube. We've never used lube, never needed it. And she sure as hell wasn't going to need it tonight... unless...!
My heart was pounding a hole in my chest when I turned to go back to the living room with my treasure hidden in my pocket... and saw it, the sheet of paper on Karen's side of the bed, right where I'd be sure to find it. I thought about ignoring it and just rejoining the group, but curiosity got the better of me.
It was a note. From Karen. She'd apparently written it and wanted me to see it before whatever was going to happen tonight happened. As I read it, I realized this was probably the real reason she'd sent me in after the lube. Otherwise, she'd have just discretely tucked it in the little drawer on the coffee table, or somewhere.
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Dearest Robert,
I wanted to share a few of my thoughts with you. It was just easier to write them down.
I shake my head in disbelief as I look at how far I have come in just a very short time - never imagining I would be the person I am finding myself to be right now. I was never a prude, but have never felt as sexually uninhibited as I feel in this moment. And you partaking in this journey of discovery with me has created a bond that will be hard to ever break.
I think the best way to describe what has transpired is to take a quote from my parents, "You don't miss what you never had." This is what my parents said when I asked how they ever lived without cellphones. We had a satisfying sex life, but we simply weren't exposed to more than vanilla sex, until you found Lush. So, your mind started to open first, and then mine followed with your introductions to this previously unknown world. I don't think either of us could say we were opposed to sharing ourselves sexually with others or spanking or a little dominance, we simply had not thought about it before. Some may say I "changed". I don't feel this is a correct statement - I "awakened".
And I will confess, at first, I felt like I "had" to go through with the poker game. Sure, I was not comfortable with it, but I believed our marriage needed me to follow through with it. And fortunately, I enjoyed it - more than enjoyed it if I am being honest. Another man fucked me! Pummeled my pussy into a wall if I am being totally accurate! And I wanted his cock ramming me more than anything I had wanted in a long time. I had always been the same woman since you first married me; not much had changed over the years. Now, I can tell by the surprised expressions on your face and the pop-up bulges in your britches when we talk about your stories or you see what I like to wear to work now, you are rediscovering who I am. And you enjoy the mystery of not knowing exactly what I will do in each new circumstance. And I am seeing a new side to you ... and the most intense orgasms of my life have resulted.
We are about to meet with a new couple. And I am feeling completely different in this circumstance - confident and sexy. Whereas for strip poker, I was terrified and insecure. Also, I feel as though I can say "no" this time. You have seen I will try some new things for you, so I don't feel as though I have to do "everything" now. Do you understand what I am saying?
If this new woman seems nervous or inexperienced, I will be able to relate. I was her just a short time ago. Has it only been a week? Hard to believe, isn't it. I have learned I can't really say for sure what I will or won't do until I am in a particular situation, but I don't "think" I would want to dip my toe in the lady pond... if you know what I mean. However, I have thoughts of you, me, and her having some private time. If she doesn't have Pauli's dominance and self-assuredness, I might feel a little motherly towards her and could see myself stroking her, relaxing her, while you bury your face in her possibly reluctant pussy. My panties become wet thinking of you coaxing out those same feelings Connor drew out of me - and me being closely connected to them when it happens.
We shall see how this night plays out, but I am no longer afraid. And I think the most important lesson from all of this is, "You need change to grow."
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Wow! My Karen wrote that? Who's sitting out there, waiting to play a sex game - now, with a tube of lube for... what? And her mention of the 'lady pond'; she doesn't 'think' so? And 'burying my face in Alyssa's reluctant pussy'? God!
I needed to calm down just a bit before I could even think of walking back in the other room with the stick I had, poking a hole in my pants. I went in our bathroom... and smelled Karen's perfume. Hell, besides that, the damned brownies, I think, were doing weird things to me. I felt... like I was about to explode, so damned horny. I splashed cold water on my face and looked at myself in the mirror, wondering how a normal, average-looking guy like that guy in the mirror could even possibly be in this kind of situation.
There wasn't any way that this 'stick' was going away, but I guessed that every guy out there probably had a hard dick, too, so I sucked it up and just walked back out and sat down on my cushion as if nothing had happened. But I couldn't help but give Karen that look, that she'd know...
They'd waited for me to get back to even unwrap the game. There were questioning looks why it took so long, so I explained, "Had to use the bathroom."
Connor deferred to me to open it, but I told him that it's his game, so he peeled the cellophane off and opened it. The box is half-round, so it made sense the game board was, too. He unfolded it, giving us a round game board about eighteen-inches or so in diameter with a spiral face, leading to a big 'WIN' block in the center.
Karen and I were sitting on the cushions at each end of the table with Connor and Pauli on the love seat, Alyssa and Nate on the couch. There were two packs of cards, green and yellow, one to go on each side of the 'win' box.
Connor unfolded the little instruction page and began to read through it to himself. "Okay," he started, "there's suggestions to make the game more fun. First, it says to not look at the cards ahead of time."
Okay, that's not hard. I unwrapped each and put them in their places on the board. I won't say I wasn't curious as hell what might be on them.
"Next, it says for couples to not sit together."
We looked around and Connor and Nate got up to change places, so that we were; me on one end, Pauli on my left, then Nate, Karen on the opposite end, Connor and then Alyssa on the love seat. None of us sitting next to our partner.
"Third, it says for anyone with limits on what they might want to do to say so before the game starts." Again, we all glanced around, waiting for anyone else to speak up. I could only think of one thing that I absolutely wouldn't do, "Umm, I'm not going to do anything with any other guy. Absolutely!" I said.
The girls pouted, thinking that that didn't seem very fair, but we three guys were unanimous. It just plain wasn't gonna happen! Then Pauli said, "Okay, girls, since the boys don't want to play with each other, are we going to say the same thing?"
After Karen's note, I assume she'd insist on it, but what came out of her mouth had my dick straining my pants even more, if that was possible, "Umm, no, I don't think we should rule that out."
What?? I wondered... the brownies? And I won't say that the vision of Karen's face buried in Alyssa's pussy didn't cross paths with my mind.
"Ookay," Connor said, "guess girls are fair game for each other. I like it!" Understatement of the fuckin' century!
"Anything else?" I asked Connor.
"Says to number our seats, doesn't say why." Okay, we decided that I was at the head of the table, number-one; that made Pauli two, Nate three, Karen four, Connor five and Alyssa six. We assumed we'd find out why later.
"Those were the four big suggestions it made." He scanned down through the instructions some more, mumbling to himself as he read. "Here's something interesting, 'whenever a person lands on a space already occupied, the new person becomes married to that person for that turn and must kiss them for thirty seconds.' And it says it has to be a good, kiss," He looked around, "Guess that means no peck on the cheek."
"Ooh, I like that rule!" my sweet wife said.
I chuckled, "Thirty second peck on the cheek, that's good."
"... then they lose that turn, not drawing a card," he finished.
When he was done, Connor put the instructions down. "Pretty simple, actually, we use the six-person part of the spinner, move our game piece however many places and follow the instructions on the space where we land.
There were the two piles of cards. At the beginning of the spiral, it mostly called for using the green cards and then gradually transitioned to the yellow, so they're all yellow by the end.
There's a timer that we had to put a AAA battery in, so I jumped up and found one. It had settings for thirty seconds, one minute, two minutes, or four minutes, a spinner with several sections: A section for the four time periods and other sections for four, six or eight players. "We use the section marked off with six spaces and ignore the others," Connor said, "we use those spaces for our seat numbers, too."
"Okay, we ready to start then?" Alyssa asked. Good, she'd been pretty quiet. I was afraid she might have regretted coming.
Then we had a short discussion on who starts. We agreed that the youngest, Alyssa, can spin the spinner and the person it points to will start. Wouldn't you know it, it pointed to - herself.
Connor laughed, "That means you get first choice of the moving token." He cut the plastic bag, letting them fall out in the box; four naked women and four naked men, all 'anatomically correct'. She giggled and picked up one of the 'men' by the you-know-what, giving him a little twirl.
"Wish I could do this for real!" she said, laughing, turning it over and bouncing it on its head.
Karen laughed and said to Nate, "You sure this game's going to be safe for you? Think that's your head bouncing on the table."
Alyssa put her man back down on the 'start' space and flicked the spinner again, four. She grabbed it by its quarter-inch long penis and laughed again, "About the same as my husband," pulling it along four spaces to a green box.
"Land on green, you pick a green card," Connor said.
Alyssa took a deep breath and picked up the first card... and laughed, reading it aloud, 'Get on all fours on the floor, purr like a kitten while the person on your left rubs your tummy for one minute.'
That's me!
She climbed off the loveseat, down on the floor on her hands and knees. "That rubbing over or under the top?" I asked, knowing damn well what I thought.
Her husband reached across the table, looking at her card. "Doesn't say," then asked Connor, "the instructions say anything about that?" He shook his head no, so Nate decided for us, "Well, it says tummy so I think that'd have to be 'tummy', not top. So... under."
Naturally, a husband eager to see his wife horny would say something like that. I knew for damn sure that I would have. And I wasn't about to argue, either, so I climbed down beside her and Connor got ready to start the timer. Alyssa began her purring, 'Mmmm' and I reached underneath her top to rub her tummy. Her 'Mmms' turned much more sensual as I rubbed, venturing just a bit higher, my thumb brushing against the bottom of her little tit, confirming ... no bra. As we went, her little purrs sounded more and more real.
I felt like purring, too. Damn, her tummy skin felt good. A minute wasn't nearly long enough. But it was long enough that Alyssa was breathing hard when the timer dinged.
Whether it was that brownie or not, I don't remember my body tingling with sexual excitement like it was then. Maybe the little fact of the last few days without sex or those brownies? Whatever, I didn't remember being that excited before, even different than last week. I wondered if Karen was feeling the same as I was, sitting there in that sexy blouse and skirt, not much underneath them.
I sat back down, glad to be able to sit in order to hide my raging, hard erection. My whole body was on fire from that little episode, how good her skin... and that little bit of 'accidental' tit... had felt. I tried to hide how I was feeling, to no avail, I was sure.
The spinner came to me. I was kind of hoping for a four to land on Alyssa's space. After that little bit of touching, a kiss would be damn nice. I flicked it hard with my forefinger, crossing the fingers on my other hand for a four, Alyssa's square. It landed on five, another green. I picked up my card and read, 'crabwalk for thirty seconds'.
That wasn't bad, until I realized the implication. If there's anything that would put my erection on a very uncomfortable display, that would be it. I backed away from my sitting spot, "Okay, ready," I said, leaning back and lifting my rump off the floor. Sure enough, the tent in my pants was on stark display.
"Nice," Alyssa said, getting a bit of a scowl from me, "I did that?"
Karen laughed, "I think you did, sweetheart, he obviously liked what he felt." Thanks, love, I needed that!
I felt five sets of eyes on my mid-section the full thirty seconds. Don't think I was ever so happy to be able to sit back down.
Pauli's turn. Maybe I'd luck out and she'd spin a five. NOT! A one, a damned ONE. She drew her card, 'Act out horny, two minutes.'
"Ooh, I like that," she said, "I can do that," and got up off the couch. She stepped out in the living room and began gyrating, pulling the hem of her dress up, running her hands over her tits and moaning. No way in hell that she was acting! She'd been doing her little dance for probably a minute before Karen remembered to set the timer.
We all watched Pauli, in fascination. Hell, she should be working in a strip club. She could make a fortune doing this. Her hands reached underneath the waistband of her skirt, down her front between her legs. The buzzer went off but she didn't seem to notice and the rest of us sure as hell weren't going to interrupt.
She humped her hand, her eyes opening in a glassy stare as she began to moan when Karen said, "Time's up." When Pauli didn't stop, Karen more forcefully said, "Now, time's up!"
That time got Pauli's attention and she quit her little 'horny' routine, breathing heavy. Like I said, she sure as hell wasn't pretending. When she got herself back together a little, she sat back down.
"Damn, girl, you're missing your calling," Karen said.
Pauli's face turned a little red and she admitted, "Think I got a little carried away."
"Ya think!" Connor agreed, "think we all liked it, too" he went on.
"Next," Pauli said, pushing the spinner to Nate.
Nate flicked it and wouldn't you know, it stopped on five, my space. He looked over at me and I said, "No, absolutely, unequivocally NO! We already agreed." He and I were NOT going to kiss.
He moved his girl alongside mine and Connor said, "Seems fair that if he doesn't get a kiss, that he should have to draw a card, though." Okay, the rest of us agreed.
He drew his card and read, "Describe your first kiss."
He laughed, "Okay, it was my eighteen-year-old birthday party. My nineteen-year-old sister. She..."
"Ooh, yuck!" Karen interrupted, "your sister? That can't count."
He gave another little chuckle, "Well, to be honest, she was my step-sister... and it wasn't exactly at my party, it was in her bedroom a little later... and it was a really good kiss."
"Eighteen? Seems a little old for a first kiss, doesn't it? Connor asked him.
"I was shy," he explained, simply.
"Didn't seem so shy first time you kissed me," Alyssa said, quietly. Then went on, "I never heard this story. Tongue?" she asked him.
He looked over at his wife, "She taught me. It wasn't the only time, either... and she let me play with her tits, too," he said with a grin on his face.
"This Jasmine?" Alyssa asked him, an incredulous look on her face.
He nodded, "She wouldn't let me anymore after she started going steady with some jerkwad."
"Poor baby," Alyssa said, "guess I should thank her for all that experience, though, huh?"
He pushed the spinner over to Karen. This, I had been anxiously waiting for. I looked at the board, making note of where everyone was. Karen flicked it - four. My heart started pounding, Alyssa's space. The rules. Kiss. Alyssa!
Karen's face turned white, realizing. "I-I can't. The boys. They didn't."
"It's what we agreed to before we started... You were the one that said okay to girl-girl," Connor reminded her, "... we're waiting."
Karen looked around the table, almost like in a panic. It reminded me of last week, the look on her face when she realized she had to take her panties off. My heart was pounding, anticipating seeing my wife kissing a girl. Dipping her toe in that 'lady pond'. And according to the rules, it had to be a good kiss. I was going to insist on it.
When Karen realized she wasn't going to get out of it, she got up and walked to the loveseat. I hadn't even given a thought to poor Alyssa. She stood
"I've never done this before," Karen admitted, still looking scared to death.
"I have... you'll like it," the tall, lithesome Alyssa said.
I glanced over at Nate, he didn't look at all surprised by that little statement.
Karen was quite a bit shorter. She tilted her head and Alyssa kissed her. Damn, this was something I had never expected to see! It was a little like that first kiss with Connor; Karen was stiff at the beginning and then began to loosen up. Again, no one thought to set the timer. I sure as heck wasn't going to.
I'd never seen two girls kiss, much less my wife. I've seen hot. Last week was hot. This was H.O.T. Alyssa's hand cupped Karen's breast and she moaned. That moan must have alerted Pauli to set the timer. Dammit. Karen and Alyssa were grinding their lips together when the timer buzzed. Karen backed off, her lips still slightly open, eyes closed.
I guessed they'd set the standard for what these 'thirty-second' kisses were going to be like. If I had been a wet noodle when that kiss started, I would have been stone-hard when it ended.
Karen sat back down, not saying a word, her face flushed, her toe well dipped in the 'lady pond'. She just pushed the spinner over to Connor.
He spun it, landing on a two. He picked up his card, got a big grin on his face, 'move forward two spaces and draw again.' No wonder he was grinning. That put him on the same space as Alyssa and Karen. He was smiling, I was frowning. It wasn't fair!
He was already on the couch beside Alyssa and turned toward her. Karen was just on the other side of him, licking her lips, in anticipation? I wondered if this was weird for Connor and Alyssa, they're friends, had been a long time. They put a hand on each other's shoulders and then their lips were together. No one else did, so I grabbed the timer and set for thirty seconds. It was a little stiff, kind of like kissing your sister might be. Well, apparently not Nate's sister. But after a very little bit, the stiffness had gone away. And then the timer dinged, all too soon.
Connor and Alyssa pulled away from each other, both smiling. Nate's eyes were wide, probably the first time he'd seen his wife kissing another guy. I knew the feeling.
Then Connor turned toward my wife. Their kiss was anything but stiff. Both knew what they wanted and were taking it, tongues traveling, lips working. My body was shivering, watching this, knowing where it would lead before the night was over, where I knew damned well that Karen wanted it to lead. I heard the timer. No idea who had set it. They backed away from each other, lust in both sets of eyes.
No one said anything, just pushed the spinner in front of Alyssa. I was hoping for a one. She wouldn't be getting a 'sister' kiss. It wasn't, it was a six. The first yellow space. She pulled her man ahead by the penis, drew her card and her face went white, apparently not quite as 'chaste' as the green cards had been.
'Spin the spinner,' she read aloud, 'whoever it lands on will remove one piece of your clothing, their choice.'
She stared at it, seemingly willing it to say something, anything else. But, apparently, it never did. She put it down, face-up on the yellow card discard pile, the first on that pile. I decided I liked those yellow cards!
She crossed her arms over her chest, "I have to?" she squeaked out. From the look on her frightened face, she'd never 'disrobed' in mixed company before. Her husband, Nate's, face was completely different. He was looking at her, expectantly. I could relate.
Nobody answered her, just waited. Then Karen suggested another rule, "I think," she said, "in something like this, her husband is disqualified. It needs to be somebody else." The rest of us agreed.
Alyssa waited, then finally gave in, looked down at the spinner again and her fingers were shaking when she flicked it. Round and round, slowing and stopping on... the thin line between one and two, me and Pauli. I couldn't freakin' believe it! The three non-involved players studied the damn pointer and decided it was a tiny bit more on Pauli's side. Crap! I wanted that pointer! You couldn't have measured the difference with less than a micrometer.
Pauli got a big smile on her face, like she'd just won the lottery, climbed up off the couch, and said, "Come here, Lyssa." Apparently, that was her pet name for her friend, 'Lyssa'.
Alyssa got up off the love seat and took the couple steps over to where Pauli was standing, more like the last steps to an electric chair. All the rest of us were watching intently to see what was going to happen. This game had suddenly become exciting!
Pauli toyed with the bottom of Alyssa's tank top and we all heard the soft, scared, "Please, no," so Pauli moved her hands down and started to unbutton her shorts.
"Better?" Pauli asked.
She squeaked out a "No... shoes?"
Pauli laughed, "But Lyssa, what fun would that be?" and suddenly lifted her tank top up above her breasts. "Arms up," she said and Alyssa obeyed, letting Pauli lift the tank top up over her head. We got a brief peek of Alyssa's small, firm tits with the pink nipples before she crossed her arms across her chest.
When she sat back down beside Connor, topless, her face was red, her arms crossed, hugging herself over her tits and her pretty, flat tummy on display. "Alyssa, you're beautiful, you don't need to be ashamed even a little bit," my wife told her. I was proud of Karen right then, she knew how Alyssa was feeling. None of the rest of us teased her because she did look genuinely scared out of her wits.
It was my turn so I pulled the spinner over. Alyssa was the only one in front of me and as much as I wanted to, I hoped to not land on her space to let her recover just a bit from being the only one topless at the table before anything else happened to her. There was one yellow space within six spaces of me that I could land on.
I flicked a three, another green. I picked it up and was sure my own face might have changed color a little, 'Describe your most surprising sexual encounter.'
Karen got a big smile on her face, "Yes dear, you have anything like that you'd like to share?" I glared at her. She knew. If she hadn't read that one story, I could have faked - used last week.
I took a breath, trying to think how to keep this at least a little short. Besides, Alyssa sitting there topless was just a bit distracting. "It was when I worked for the City, I was twenty-six. We were doing a housing survey. I'd gone to this one apartment several times and finally, 6:30 in the evening she was home, think she was a few years younger than me. She met me at the door in this little red baby-doll, tiny little red panties." I rolled my eyes, remembering, "God, she was sexy, nice firm boobs, practically nothing covering her. I had this list of questions. She sat beside me on the couch, snuggling up, reading the questions with me. Sexy perfume. We didn't even get to all the questions, I just made up some of the answers later.
"I actually did resist her... until I was leaving. I turned around at the door to thank her for answering the questions. She kissed me when I turned and I'll never forget how soft those lips were." I closed my eyes, breathing and remembering some more. My eyes were still closed when I went on, "Her arms were around my neck and I followed her back to the couch. Her panties and baby-doll were off and so were my pants.
"I didn't even realize what was happening until I was sitting on the couch sucking her tit and she'd sat down on my lap with my cock inside her.
I opened my eyes, nobody was saying a word, "I came inside her, really hard."
"Wow, every guy's dream I guess, you tell Karen?" Pauli asked me.
"Tell them, hon, when you decided to tell your wifey about that little adventure," Karen said.
I took a breath, "I didn't ever tell her, I was afraid to."
"Ha, no lie, Charlie Brown!" Connor said, "survival instinct."
"Yeah, exactly," I agreed, "Karen found out last Wednesday... because about a year ago, I decided to write about it, put the story on Lush... and she found it Wednesday."
Karen smiled, "But I still remember how damned horny my husband was for a long time, I just didn't know why."
"I think it's your turn," I told Pauli, handing her the spinner, hoping to change the subject. She took it and flicked it; landed on two.
"Crap, I'm going to be so far behind I'll never catch up!" she complained, moving her little man to another green space. She started to pick up a green card, then said, "Fuck that!" and picked up a yellow one, instead. "That's better," she said, then read it, 'Spin the spinner to point to another person, then spin again for the timer. Each to remove one piece of clothing from the other, then kiss for the allotted time. Hands allowed to wander.'
"I like that, much better than those stupid green ones," she said, then flicked the spinner to see who the other lucky person was. It stopped right in the middle of the five - Connor.
"Nope," Karen said, "not legal. Spin again."
This time - four, Karen! Yes! Well, except it could have been me. I watched Karen, when she realized her face turned a bit crimson. Pauli, on the other hand, looked over at her new friend with a big smile on her face. I thought back to that kiss with Alyssa a little earlier. I was looking forward to this!
Pauli spun again for how long to set the timer... and stuck her finger right in the middle of the four. The girl apparently is not averse to cheating!
"Yes, I get four minutes with Karen!" she acted all surprised.
I wondered if Pauli had done this before, the 'lady pond' thing. Either that and she liked it or it was something she wanted to try out pretty badly.
Karen stood up from her cushion, stepping back from the table a couple steps and Pauli stood behind her, "I liked it when your husband did this last week," she whispered, just loud enough to be heard, as she began unbuttoning Karen's blouse. Pauli's fingers were working much better than I remember mine as she went from button to button, nibbling on Karen's ear. "I've thought about doing this all week," she went on.
Karen had closed her eyes and her mouth was slightly open when her blouse fell open and Pauli cupped her breasts in her hands. "I like this," she said, referring to Karen's thin bra, "I might even wear one like it... but right now..." she went on, slipping Karen's blouse down her arms, "I don't think you should be wearing one at all," unsnapping Karen's bra in the back.
Then Pauli's hands were underneath Karen's bra, kneading her tits. "You like that? I do," Pauli whispered in her ear, "I loved your tits last week, wanted to do this," as she pinched Karen's nipple, getting a loud groan from my wife.
Karen was getting more than a toe dipped in the lady pond, as she had put it. She'd dipped her 'toe' earlier with Alyssa. This time, unless I missed my guess, she was going to get a complete dunking in the 'pond'.
Pauli moved to Karen's side and turned her to face her, "Your turn," she told Karen, as she continued to rub her hands over Karen's tits. Unlike Karen's button-up, Pauli's blouse was a slip-over so Karen simply lifted it over her head.
My chest was pounding again, watching Pauli and my wife crush their now bare tits against each other and begin that kiss, one of the most sensual kisses I'd ever witnessed, two pairs of soft, sexy, lipstick covered lips working in unison. I had no idea if or when anyone had started the timer, all I could do was watch my wife under the spell of the sexy Pauli, the same as I have been under her spell since that fateful dinner at the Casa Mia, only three weeks ago!
Their hands were around each other, fingernails scraping, when Pauli pulled away and slowly kissed down Karen's chin, her neck... and then sucking a nipple in her mouth.
I was beyond my control and as quickly as I could, unzipped, pulling my cock out, barely beating the cum exploding out the tip, my hand squeezing and pressing back down around the base. I'd completely forgotten there were three other people in the room, although I doubt any eyes were on me.
I wouldn't know, though, my own eyes had been on only one set of bodies until that moment when they closed momentarily as my ejaculation went on and on. With my eyes closed those few moments, I almost missed the moment that Pauli began to unzip Karen's leather skirt in the back. But I saw it fall on the floor, baring that totally sheer pair of red panties.
Then Pauli's lips working their way down Karen's body... until she had just opened her mouth over Karen's panties and the timer began its incessant dinging.
"Nooo! Don't stop!" were the only words Karen had said the whole time.
Pauli pulled away, though, and giggled, "Have to follow the rules, you know."
I was breathing hard by then, hardly even comprehending what had just occurred. Karen's note came back to my memory banks, 'lady pond - don't know.' Karen had more than dipped her toes in the 'lady pond.'
The two women sat back down in their respective places, Karen's face flush with lust, nearly naked.
I know I was speechless, the vision of my wife and Pauli in a '69' fresh in my mind. Apparently, the other guys were just as speechless, too. Alyssa was the only one who made a sound, "Wow!"
Pauli didn't even bother pushing the spinner to Nate, just told him, "Your turn to draw... the yellow."
Maybe I'd just come, but I didn't feel even remotely 'satisfied'. The lust was pouring through every vein in my body. I didn't think I could take much more of this until...
"One more time around... just the yellows?" I finally had the presence of mind to say.
No one said anything, Nate just drew his card. He read it to himself, then said, "I think we all need to do this one,"
I think we were all still too awestruck over what had just happened to respond, I guess we all figured we'd just do it... whatever 'it' was. 'Tell your wildest, nastiest fantasies,' he read aloud.
My mind whirled, what the hell fantasies could top what was happening right then?
Nate looked across the table, straight at his half-naked wife, "I've thought about this before, always been scared to say it... just because... but, tonight seems different," a long hesitation, "Alyssa going in a bar or some such place, dressed up... or like tonight, really sexy... and sitting alone... some really good looking guy buying her a drink, dancing really close with him, maybe even kissing... then leaving with him."
Alyssa's face turned red, a blush to end all blushes, "Honey, I... you know I could never do that, don't you?
"I know... it's just... the card said fantasy and that's it, has been for a long time.
I glanced at Karen, wondering...
"But tonight," looking right at her again, "I want to see you being fucked... by one of these guys."
If anything, her blushing face got redder. Maybe from the fact that she knew that that one was probably going to be happening before too long. And maybe she wanted the same thing.
Then eyes turned toward Karen. She glanced back and forth nervously, "Well, until about five minutes ago, there were two things... now there are three." She hesitated and smiled, "You can probably guess the third," looking over at Pauli, "but the other two," looking at me, "I want my husband... to fuck me..." I was already awestruck all over again, Karen never uses that word, and I remembered, she had in her note, too, "in public... where people can watch."
God! The story! She really did want to re-enact that scene, the one she'd suggested to me for Ginger and Matt.
Then she looked back and forth between Nate and Connor, "The other, I want two guys... inside me... at the same time, fucking my ass and my pussy."
I think we all sat stunned, I know I did. This is what Karen had been hinting at, more than once, since Wednesday when Pauli mentioned bringing another couple. It was why I had a tube of 'Love Passion' lube in my pocket. She intended on it happening... tonight!
Then it was Connor's turn. He looked straight at my wife, "I want... Karen... her ass!"
When Connor said that, staring into Karen's eyes, she stood up, slid her panties down her legs, and sat back down, naked, except for her stockings and heels; I guess letting him know that it was going to happen... that she was ready.
Then Alyssa realized it was her turn, she stood, like Karen had, unbuttoned her Daisy Dukes and pushed them down, along with her little pink panties. My heart rate spiked again, she looked so young, her pussy so... naked. "I was with a girl once before... before Nate... but never a guy, other than Nate," she said, looking back and forth between me and Connor, "I'm so horny, I want to be fucked tonight, I don't have any fantasy beyond that."
I glanced over at Nate, his pretty, young wife was sitting naked and just told him that she wanted another guy to fuck her. Last week, that had never been 'said'. It had just happened. I think from Nate's expression that that was what he'd expected. Of course, he'd said the same thing, that he wanted to watch her. They both wanted the same thing.
Then I realized it was my turn. Do I dare admit it? What the hell is Karen going to think? Then I wondered if she'd ever actually do it. "When you read enough of my stories, you'll know that I have this fetish - the husband wants to see his wife in a strip club." I looked at Karen, "I want you to go to a strip club with me... on amateur night... and take your clothes off, all of them... on stage."
Karen covered her mouth, I mentioned it before, she does that sometimes when she's really embarrassed, "You're serious, aren't you?" she asked me.
I nodded, "Uhuh, it'd be so hot."
Connor spoke, "You know, there is one in Umatilla, don't you?"
"I know," I answered him, "I've researched it for my stories... and I know that amateur night is every Friday, too," still staring at Karen.
Her face was red and she was shaking it back and forth, "I told you, I could never do that."
"I know you said that... you also said that you wanted to, though... didn't you?"
She tipped her head back, "Oh God!" she said.
I wasn't finished, "The other thing," I said to Karen, "I want to watch Nate and Connor fucking you."
At that, she took a sharp breath, her hands going down between her naked legs.
"I want to go with Karen to that strip club!" Pauli said.
"Pauli, I'm not... we're not..."
"Yes, we are! You game, Connor?" Stupid question, his grin was across his whole face. Then she looked at Alyssa, "You, Lyssa?"
"No! I couldn't!" she looked almost panic-stricken at the thought. God, when I'd first thought about it, it was just that, a fantasy, one of those things that never happens except in stories, but real? No way! Think I've said that before. But now, with Pauli saying that, could she talk Karen into actually doing it? God! Of course, Pauli might feel different about it when she's not under the influence of those brownies. And even with 'em, Karen's still saying no, so...
"I need another drink," Karen said. We were apparently going to finish going around the other three of us doing yellow cards. The game board was long forgotten, though.
We all got up, stretched, admired our naked women. Speaking of naked women, Pauli was the only one still with anything on and when we got up to get another drink, she dropped her skirt and panties. "Don't want to feel out of place," she said. No argument from us guys!
I fixed drinks and Nate and Connor ferried them into the other room for our naked women. Naked women. What a great combination of words!
When we sat back down, it was Karen's turn to draw a card. Her face turned white when she read it to herself, making me anxious to hear what it was. "Can I draw another one? Please?" she asked.
Pauli said, "There's nothing in the rules that says you can do that. I think you have to use the card you drew," looking toward Connor, who was our rules expert.
It made me chuckle a bit, Pauli hadn't turned out to exactly be a rules virgin. She'd broken just about every rule that might exist on her last turn. I guess, when it was Karen, it was different.
"She's right, no 'pass' allowed," Connor agreed.
"Oh shit!" Karen complained. Another new word for her.
"You have to read it," Connor said.
She looked at it again, like she thought it might say something different, then read, in a very quivering voice, 'Spin the spinner, for a person and timer... ' "Do I have to?"
I thought back to her note, remembering, 'I can say no, anytime'. I thought that if she really, honestly, wanted to, she would.
But she didn't get any sympathy from the rest of us. "Why don't you spin first and then tell us the rest," I suggested.
She did, with shaking fingers, first, a three - Nate, which made her groan all over again. Nate, though, perked right up, not knowing yet what he was perking up for, but from her reaction, figured it must be something good.
Then she spun it again for the timer - two minutes.
"Okay, you know, you're going to have to tell us what it says now," I told her.
She looked at it again, started to read again, 'spin the spinner, for a person and timer... to...' "I can't!" she was almost crying.
This time I felt merciful, remembering what the rest of what she'd written in her note to me. "Hon, you can skip. You don't have to."
But she shook her head, "No... I can't... nobody else did," she took a deep breath, looked at her card again, "for a person and timer... to... to..." She was almost crying.
This time I felt merciful, remembering what she'd written in her note to me. "Hon, you can skip. You don't have to."
But she shook her head, "No... I can't... nobody else did," she took a deep breath, looked at her card again, "for a person and timer... to... to... masturbate you," her face bright red.
Pauli's face perked up, "You mean... he's supposed to finger you?"
Karen nodded, "and it says, 'you can't come,'" looking around the table, "and I'm so fuckin' horny already!"
Nate got up off the couch. Karen looked at him briefly, then stood alongside him, "How do I do this?" he looked bewildered.
Pauli helped, "Stand behind her, reach around her... I'll start the timer when you start rubbing her pussy."
Nate moved around behind Karen and began running his hands up and down her waist, one hand moving up and cupping her breast. Karen's eyes closed and she groaned, covering his hand over her breast with her own.
His right hand rubbed down a little lower, up and down along the outside of Karen's leg. His other was still massaging her tit. I glanced at Pauli and no, she hadn't started the timer yet.
Nate's left hand crossed her chest to her other breast and his right worked a little closer to her shaved pussy lips. Karen was moaning, her hips beginning to gyrate and spreading her legs apart.
Her groaning got louder as his hand worked around her leg to the inside of her thigh... then to her pussy lips and when he first rubbed the inside of her lips, a loud, "Oh, shit!" came from her lips.
I looked at Pauli again, quickly, to see if she was going to start the timer. She did, hitting the 'four-minute' button, winking at me. It was supposed to have been two minutes.
My attention went back to Karen and Nate, Nate just gently running his fingers up and down the inside of her pussy lips, Karen groaning loudly, facing us so we could see, the same view as she was giving us last Saturday when I was doing the same to her. But that was only a few seconds, and it was me, not a guy we'd just met. We hadn't had any 'mood brownies', either.
I was watching Nate's fingers on my wife intently... and then three fingers were inside her. Nate was a tall guy, probably six-three, with long fingers to match. When the fingers disappeared inside her, Karen let out a loud gasp and the groans were replaced with whimpering, her hips meeting his sudden thrusting into her, the wet slurping sounds filling my ears.
Karen's face looked to be in a state of shock, her lips in an 'O', with, "Oh God, Oh God," repetitively coming from her mouth.
And then he pressed the three fingers deep inside her and held them there, working his fingers around inside her. Her eyes opened, glassy-looking, her teeth biting her bottom lip.
I glanced at the timer - it showed a little over three minutes remaining.
Karen spread her legs a little wider, humping Nate's fingers, still buried deep inside her. "Connor told me you like being spanked," he told her, swatting her bottom hard with his other hand, eliciting a loud, "Unh," from her. He swatted again, then pulled his fingers out and pushed them in her mouth to suck her juices off them. The hand that had been swatting her reached through her legs with more fingers inside her from the rear.
I'm sitting there watching this guy with my wife, torturing her and the thought going through my head is, this is what I'd love to do to her in that strip joint!
Do they allow it? Even your own wife? I know I've done similar things in some of my stories, but, at least there, I didn't have to worry about legalities. Hell, I had no idea! I've never been in the place, either. And the Honey Bunzz isn't even its real name, either. I don't even know what it is, just that it's there. Or at least was, I haven't been by it for a long time.
But I let my mind wander long enough. Nate was still reaching through Karen's legs, two fingers inside her from the rear and Karen letting out an almost tormented wail. I took a quick peek at the timer and a little less than a minute was left. This had undoubtedly been just about the longest two minutes of Karen's life. Or at least what she thought was going to be two minutes, until the cheating Pauli 'accidentally' pressed the 'four'.
I couldn't stand watching a second longer. I got up, walked around the loveseat and sucked one of Karen's nipples in my mouth, motioning to Connor to join me, sucking her other tit.
I heard the buzzer but ignored it. Karen's tit was just too hard and sexy to give up so soon. Her hand was on my head, pulling at my hair while her whimpering varied in volume up and down. She had two guys sucking her boobs and a third with fingers inside her vagina. I wondered how it was feeling to her, especially as horny as she'd been even before this had started.
Besides her tits in our mouths, our hands were all over Karen's naked body. I have no clue how long it might have been after the timer's buzzer, but I felt a tap on my shoulder; Pauli was silently mouthing 'time'. I backed away, along with Connor and Nate, leaving Karen standing alone, trying to breathe. Us three guys sat back down and in a little bit, Karen sat, too.
It took quite a while for Karen to recover and we waited until she seemed to be at least a little down from her high. I don't know how many times I can say it in one night, but if I hadn't already been so turned on... shit! It was like that little 'accident' earlier hadn't even happened.
"Are you ready?" Connor asked Karen. It was his turn to draw a card next.
She nodded, "Uhuh."
He picked up his card, then looked back and forth between Karen and Alyssa, with a smile on his face and read, 'The players on your right and left, oral sex on one, oral sex on you from the other. Your choice. Spin for time.'
"Oh God, no!" Karen moaned. Her pussy was still recovering from a long, rather aggressive finger-fuck. I glanced at Alyssa, who had apparently realized that she was going to have to do one or the other, squeezing her legs together.
Karen handed the spinner to Connor with a little groan. It didn't look like either girl was too thrilled with their fate. Connor spun it and Pauli reached over once again, putting her finger on the four, stopping the little arrow.
"That's cheating!" Karen complained, "I demand a respin."
Well, yeah, it was, maybe just a little, "Vote?" I asked, looking around.
The vote was four-two that it was a legal spin, Karen and Alyssa the only dissenters. I chuckled, there was nothing 'legal' about it, rather obviously.
"Okay, four minutes it is," Pauli announced, with a little giggle, "who's doing what?" she asked her boyfriend.
What a horrible decision to have to make! I should be so unfortunate. I wasn't even sure which way I hoped he'd go.
Connor looked back and forth, between Karen and Alyssa, "I think..." he stood and slipped his shoes off, then his slacks and shorts, letting that big cock pop out loose. He was most definitely bigger than me. I've mentioned before that Karen's a petite girl, and I wondered about her mouth around him and damn sure wondered about it in her virgin ass!
Connor took his shirt off, too, so he was naked as the girls. He scooted the loveseat back from the table, pulled Karen up off her cushion by the hand, then sat back down on the couch, his legs spread apart, waiting.
I watched with rapt attention as my wife got down on her knees in front of this kid, ten years younger than her, took his cock in her hand, looked up and said to him, "You're not allowed to come, you know," then over to Alyssa, "you either, Lyssa, when it's your turn."
Then she looked back down at the prize in her hand. My heart was pounding again, just about to watch my wife perform on her new lover. It's rare, even for her and me, just something we very seldom do.
She spat on her two hands, then gripped him around the base, running her hands up and down, getting a low grown from Connor. He'd had the same sexual stimulation as me all evening and was hard... and hadn't come like I had earlier. I couldn't imagine that he'd be able to hold out for four minutes inside Karen's mouth.
Karen wrapped her lips around the head of Connor's cock and her cheeks hollowed out, sliding him inside her. She was looking up at him, her hand working the base of his cock. Only the first few inches would fit in her mouth, but she slid those inches in and out, in and out, her hands squeezing and rubbing the rest, using her saliva as lubricant.
God, this was so damned hot, a sight I never imagined seeing. I've written about guys watching their wives giving blowjobs, but seeing is so damned, completely different!
Karen went on and on, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth, occasionally gagging a little, Connor's face grimacing and his groaning more incomprehensible. Then she stopped, his cock fully in her mouth, breathing deeply through her nose. She swallowed and slowly... ever so slowly, more of him disappeared in her mouth, like a snake slowly slithering into its hole, until, to my utter amazement, I began seeing the results with Karen's thickening throat.
"Oh fuck, Oh fuck!" Connor started exclaiming and all of a sudden, his facial expression totally changed to something completely different, he grabbed Karen's hair and screamed out, "Aahhhh!" His eyes clamped shut, his body stiffened and his grimace completely overwhelmed him, pressing himself deeper into her mouth, pumping cum down my wife's throat! God, if I hadn't come earlier...
Never, not once, in our thirteen years together have I come in Karen's mouth. The few times she'd made me come with oral sex, she always pushed me away right as I started to come. She always seemed to know. This time, she didn't. Karen's eyes, too, were closed and her face in a grimace, turning a bright red.
When it was finally over, Karen pushed him out and took deep breaths, trying to catch her breath. A moment later, she took a long drink of her rum/ginger ale, "Never thought I'd say how good that tasted," she said, then, "you didn't make it," she told Connor with a smile on her face.
"No, I'd defy anyone to survive four minutes inside that talented mouth," he told her.
"Thank you," she smiled, "think I'm going to be getting more practice from now on, too," looking directly at me. God, I could take that!
He looked at Alyssa, then, "You ready, Lyssa?" he asked her. His cock hadn't shrunk even the tiniest bit.
Alyssa's naked legs were pressed tight together, "Kiss me first?"
He leaned over and their lips touched, kind of hesitantly first, like that thirty-second kiss from earlier, but not for long. After a short moment, she pressed her body to his, wrapped her arm around his neck and this was no longer a 'friend' kiss.
Connor pulled away from Alyssa's lips and slowly kissed down her chest, stopping to linger at a tit, sucking it fully in his mouth, working her nipple between his lips and getting a long, sexy groan from Alyssa. I didn't recall the card saying anything about tits, but I guess the 'rules' had been kind of relaxed, and I didn't notice anybody complaining, least of all, Alyssa.
I looked over at Nate, sitting on the couch wide-eyed and rubbing his groin. I could relate to what he had to be feeling right then.
Connor began working his mouth down Alyssa's tummy and I was really starting to feel the anticipation. Nate had to be about out of his mind, not to even mention what Alyssa must be feeling. She'd seemed so shy when dinner started, then petrified when Pauli took her blouse off. Said she'd never been with another man besides Nate. Now, here she was, naked, just about to let another man invade her most private part with his mouth, right in front of us.
Alyssa was lying down on the loveseat, her legs still tight together, when Karen walked around it and knelt down beside her, whispering something in her ear, then kissing her when she turned her head. Alyssa's legs seemed to relax and spread apart a little, Connor kissing the inside of her thigh
Karen was kissing Alyssa and massaging her breast when she gasped at Connor's mouth finally on her pussy. My attention went to Connor, his mouth between Alyssa's legs, arms around her hips lifting her up a little off the loveseat. Karen moved from kissing her to Alyssa's nipple, sucking it in her mouth, leaving Alyssa whimpering and moaning.
Apparently, when Karen dipped her toe in Pauli's 'lady pond' she decided she liked that particular kind of pond.
Connor was spreading Alyssa's pussy lips with his tongue, and I glanced at Nate again. His pants were down around his ankles, rubbing his cock and cum spurting.
It was only a moment later when Alyssa's body began to quiver and her moans changed to a loud wail, her hips bucking into Connor's face and her arm around Karen, pulling her down harder on her tit.
Connor lifted Alyssa's hips higher off the loveseat, pushing his tongue deeper into her and she screamed, going on and on. I don't know how long it went on with Alyssa's body bucking and writhing. When she finally did calm down, Connor backed away and Karen let go of her tit, just gently massaging her breast.
Alyssa lay there, breathing, recovering, calming down, her legs still spread far apart; Connor wiping her juices from his mouth. It took several minutes before she managed to sit back up on the loveseat... leaving a clearly visible damp spot on the leather, "That was..." looking back and forth between Connor and Karen, "different... incredible..."
We waited a few more minutes for Alyssa, before she said, "I'm still so horny!"
"You want a card or pass?" Pauli asked her.
"Give me another minute or two," taking a long drink of her rum and ginger ale. She looked across the table at her husband, Nate, "You okay?" she asked him.
He nodded, looking down at his still steel-rod-hard cock, "Think you can tell."
"Okay, I'm ready," she said, just a little later, drawing a card, she read aloud, 'Spin the spinner for opposite sex, then man sitting, woman on his lap, no clothes on either, tab 'A' inserted into slot 'B', as long as possible before orgasm.'
I had to chuckle a little at the humor of whoever wrote that; 'tab 'A', 'slot 'B'.
"Ohhh," she groaned, looking back and forth between Connor and me. Then it dawned on me - one of us was just about to fuck her, Insert 'tab' into 'slot'!
She looked down at the spinner, flicked it. If I was Pauli, I'd probably stick my finger on it, on the one - and it'd bounce back to the six. But I'm not Pauli. I held my breath for the brief moment it took the spinner to stop - on a two! Me! Yes!
Alyssa looked at me and smiled, that gorgeous, sexy smile. Karen, on the other side of the table from me, looked amused. She'd been having her fun, more than once. Now It was my turn.
I got up, went in the kitchen to retrieve a dining chair, then kicked off my shoes and socks and stripped out of my clothes, sat down and waited for the young, sexy Alyssa.
She stepped over, facing me, and sat down on my lap, trapping my cock between our tummies, pressing her naked tits against my chest and wrapping her arms around my neck. I reciprocated with arms around her waist, pulling her tighter... and she kissed me.
God, her pointy, little nipples felt good against my chest. I took my left hand from her waist and squeezed it between us and massaged her titty, which made her kissing more urgent, tongue deeper in my mouth and grinding her pussy against my legs, squeezing my cock in the process, which made it a damn good thing that I'd come that little while earlier.
She reached down and took hold of my cock and started to push herself up, I guess in order to press 'slot 'B' down onto 'tab 'A', which I was more than ready for.
I had a brief thought, the week before, how it had been for me in this same scenario with Karen on Connor's lap. I asked her to turn around, her back to me. She did, stood and sat back down, this time holding my cock and sliding herself down over it. We both groaned as my cock slid inside her.
God, her tight, wet pussy felt good, impaling my shaft inside of her, hot like a velvet fire. She ground herself down and groaned, "Oh fuck, so good!"
My hands were around her chest, cupped her tits, pinching her nipples, and pulling her back tight against my chest. "Have Nate come over," I told her, "kiss him."
A few seconds later, Nate was in front of his wife, kneeling. I was him, exactly one week ago, in front of Karen, with Connor's cock inside her. I knew the excitement and fear that he had to be feeling, the jealousy that another man's cock was inside my wife... and how she was enjoying it.
I chose that moment to lift Alyssa up slightly and ram my cock back inside her, eliciting a loud groan. "Kiss your husband," I told her, "let him know he's your man."
Nate had to have heard me, he leaned forward and took his wife's lips with his own. She reciprocated, pulling him into her, her arms around his neck. And I fucked her, hard as I could.
Last week it was me feeling each and every one of Connor's thrusts into my wife, feeling her biting down on my lips as she came nearer and nearer to an orgasm. I hoped Nate was enjoying his wife's thrills to his very soul as I had.
As we went, I was able to pull out further and impale her deeper, thankful for that orgasm I'd had earlier, watching Nate finger-fuck my wife. I pinched her nipples, feeling Nate's chest on the back of my hand. My own orgasm was coming on, starting slowly but becoming a freight train, then a tsunami that I lost all control over, especially when I felt Alyssa's body tense and squeeze my shaft. When it hit, everything else in the room blanked out of my mind and I heard screams; mine? Alyssa's? I had no idea as the tsunami washed over me and carried me away.
Moments later, I began to come down from my sex-induced high. Alyssa's body was covered in a thin sheen of slippery sweat, and Nate was still kneeling in front of her, his face looking to be in awe of what had just happened with his wife. She leaned back, her soft skin against my chest and put her hands on my legs, rubbing slightly.
My cock was still inside her, but rapidly softening and shrinking back to its normal, limp state. Although, if it hadn't been so ridiculous, I'd have let out a little chuckle; 'limp' had not been normal at all for the last several weeks, since meeting Pauli in that Italian restaurant.
I couldn't believe how our lives had changed, all because Karen and her mom delayed in the ladies' room and I'd begun reading Simplicity's story on my phone... and a pretty, young woman noticed and asked me about it.
Alyssa had apparently come back to earth, "Does anybody have a cloth?" she asked.
Karen jumped up and ran into the bathroom, returning with a damp washcloth. Alyssa stood, pressing the cloth between her legs, wiping the cum that was leaking out of her pussy.
While Alyssa was still wiping, Karen announced, "I'm going to the bedroom, anyone else coming?" looking back and forth between Nate and Connor. Both jumped up, following her, all of us watching that glorious, naked ass leading the way.
Once there, she turned and took Nate's hand, pulling him around and then pushing him down on the bed. He'd lost his pants when Connor was pleasuring his wife and apparently his shirt at some point.
"Don't you dare come," Karen admonished Nate as she climbed on the bed over him on her hands and knees, licking the tip of his cock with her tongue then wrapping her lips around the head.
I looked at Connor, knowing exactly what he was thinking, Karen's butt up in the air, her knees spread on each side of Nate's legs. Then I remembered what Karen had sent me after a couple of hours earlier, the KY Love Passion that was still in my pocket... in the living-damned-room.
I hurried back to the living room, retrieved the lube out of my pocket and back in the bedroom. When back, Nate was groaning with Karen's lips and hand wrapped around his cock. I handed the lube to Connor, fully expecting that four people were going to have a fantasy realized in the next few minutes. Nate was already well on his way.
Connor sat down on the bed, ran a hand over Karen's ass, then snapped the cap open and squirted a large amount of the liquid on two fingers.
I had just had a rather massive orgasm inside Alyssa and another a short time before, but the anticipation of what I knew was coming had me getting hard all over again. Alyssa, Pauli and I were watching our partners in rapt attention, "He knows what he's doing, she'll like this," Pauli whispered to me. I glanced at her briefly, realizing that she had to have been speaking from experience.
Connor's slippery fingers were pulling my wife's buttocks apart slightly, while at the same time Nate's cock was disappearing totally inside her mouth. The moment Connor's fingers found her little hole, Karen let Nate's cock slip out of her mouth and gasped. As far as I knew, this was a first for her. She and I had never done anything anal and I seriously doubted she had before we met. Connor's fingers toyed with her for just a moment, then one started to slowly disappear inside her.
Karen let out a small groan and I could tell that her muscles had tensed. "Relax," Connor told her, as his finger slipped inside her.
I was mesmerized, not paying any attention to either of the girls beside me, at least not until I felt a mouth wrapping around my hardening cock, Pauli's. I was torn between paying attention to my wife and Pauli, who seemed intent on growing my cock in her talented mouth.
Karen had resumed her ministrations to Nate, utilizing her newfound skill of taking him all the way down her throat while Connor was finger-fucking her ass, I presumed getting her ready for the main event. This was something else that I've written about with both Michelle and Adriana but never in my wildest imagination ever expected to see unfolding in front of me with my wife as the star. Especially, with a naked, very sexy, young woman actively resuscitating my cock in her mouth.
God, I was torn between Pauli's mouth and Connor moving up behind my wife. Karen released Nate from her mouth and grunted in pain when Connor first started to push himself inside her.
"It hurts!" she complained.
"Just a little while, it'll go away," Connor answered her.
This was what Karen had begun teasing me about when she first found out about Pauli asking to invite another couple to our dinner. At first, I thought she was just teasing and would never go through with it, even up to that admission of fantasies, I thought she'd probably been teasing, but now...
Connor eased back, then forward again, eliciting another groan from Karen, "Mmmff," came from her mouth as an inch or so of his cock disappeared inside her.
And then... and then, Connor's cock began to slowly disappear inside my wife's ass... at the same time as I felt my own cock slide down Pauli's throat, a sensation I'd never felt before. I don't even know how to describe it; tight, almost like a milking sensation. How long had it been since Alyssa and I had...? Not very damned long and here I was, feeling like another orgasm was imminent at any time.
But I was watching Karen, too; she had looked up, a hard grimace on her face, rocking her body back to take more inside her. When Connor's groin was tight to Karen's butt cheeks, I heard a voice, sounded like Karen's, "Stay... right there... let me..."
And then, the same voice again, "Nate... want... you inside me... fucking me."
And I came! Those words were the end. I couldn't have stopped myself from coming in Pauli's throat if... hell, I don't even know what. My thought process had degenerated to the brainpower of any animal fucking its mate.
My glazed eyes dimly saw Nate's cock sliding into my wife's pussy as my cum sprayed the inside of Pauli's throat. When it finally let up, I realized that my hands were gripped around her hair... and two men were actively fucking my wife! Their cocks sliding in and out of her, sometimes in unison, sometimes opposite, with strange noises coming from Karen's mouth.
She was looking up, staring at the wall in front of her, rocking back and forth, tits bouncing, her ongoing wail growing more and more vocal as each second passed.
Then she let out a scream, a noise I'd never in my life heard coming from my wife's lips. Her body literally rocked the bed. It's a solid frame, good foam mattress, but at that moment, I was afraid it might break. Karen's body was shuddering, rocking back and forth, like it had no idea what to do. Both men's cocks were deep inside her, undoubtedly pumping cum, their own expressions nearly matching hers in their intensity. Hell, I even felt myself starting to get hard again!
And then it was over. The two men on their backs, Karen flat on her stomach, collapsed on the bed, panting, all three trying to get air in their bodies. I realized that I was doing the same. I didn't even know I'd been holding my breath. I only knew it was over. Karen had one knee still bent forward so that I could see the cum dripping from a place I'd never imagined it to ever be.
Hell, I'd never ever even had the courage to write about what had just happened in real life! And I realized something else. After coming, watching Karen being finger-fucked by Nate; then inside Alyssa's pussy; and again in Pauli's throat; I was fucking hard again! At that moment, I think I wanted to fuck my wife more than I ever had in my life.
I didn't, though. She needed time. Maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day, but I knew that our next fuck was going to be earth-shattering.
I don't know how long Pauli, Alyssa and I stood there, dumbly in a state of shock; could have been minutes, could have been an hour.
Connor climbed off the bed, said he had to use the bathroom, had the presence of mind to use the main bath in the other room, to let Karen use ours. That brought the three of us who had watched this spectacle back to the land of the living. Nothing was said, but Pauli and Alyssa went back to the living room, as did Nate, leaving Karen and me alone.
I went to my wife, still laying on the bed in the same position. She turned her head toward me and smiled. I kissed the tip of her nose, told her I loved her, then pulled her tight. Her arm went around my back and I felt fingers digging into my side, tugging me to her.
Little did I expect, at that moment, that our night was far from over.
I went to my wife, still laying on the bed in the same position. She turned her head toward me and smiled. I kissed the tip of her nose, told her I loved her, then pulled her tight. Her arm went around my back and I felt fingers digging into my side, tugging me to her.
Little did I expect, at that moment, that our night was far from over.
ooOoo
Karen and I lay together for... a long time, just holding each other. "We still have guests," she finally said and climbed off the bed, disappearing into our bathroom.
I got up, too and went in the living room. The four were dressed in the clothes they'd come in; Nate and Alyssa on the loveseat, Pauli and Connor on the couch, heads on each other's shoulders just softly talking. Suddenly, I was self-conscious, the only one naked in the room. I found my clothes, slipped them on and sat down next to Connor on the couch.
"Think we need a drink," Connor announced. So, he and I retreated to the kitchen where the drink-making materials were still on the counter. As we worked, Connor looked over at me and asked, "You want the night to be over?"
I shrugged, not knowing what he was getting at, "Why, what?" I asked him.
He went about pouring the rum, handing me the glasses to add the crushed ice and ginger ale, "I made a phone call a little bit ago," he said, looking up at me, "that place we talked about earlier... in Umatilla... they don't close until two." We both looked at our watches simultaneously, eleven-thirty.
"I asked," he went on, "he said they could make an exception... to amateur night... if we wanted to bring our girls..." looking back over at me.
I stared, was he kidding? "You know... there'll never be a better time... after the brownies, inhibitions down," Connor explained.
"I don't know, if Karen can't make a conscious decision that she wants to... "
Connor hesitated, "No, it's not like that. The brownies won't make her do something she doesn't want. It's not so much that it wouldn't be a conscious decision as inhibitions kind of slipping away, letting her do what she really wants. She doesn't want, she still wouldn't."
I didn't know, somehow it didn't seem fair when she's been drinking so much more than she's used to and eaten those brownies.
"Never be another chance like tonight. And like I said, she won't do anything she doesn't want to," Connor insisted.
I hesitated, thought about it. It seemed like things had already spiraled completely out of control that night, going so fast. "Nah," I told him, "As far as tonight, think some things should just stay a fantasy... besides, what about Nate and Alyssa, she was even more adamant than Karen."
Connor looked disappointed, "Think I'll ask Pauli, though, she seemed like she wanted to pretty bad. Maybe just her and I might go." He got up and carried a tray of four drinks to the living room, giving one to Alyssa and Nate, then Pauli, whispering in her ear.
I watched all this from the kitchen, bemused at Pauli's reaction to his whispering, the smile on her face when she got up and came in the kitchen, picking up the drink I hadn't yet taken to Karen.
"Watch this," was all she said, taking Karen's drink to the other room, taking Alyssa's hand and the two of them retreating into the bedroom.
I went in the living room and sat down in my recliner. "What's going on?" I asked Connor.
Nate, too, looked bemused, "Yeah, what?" he asked as well.
"Have to wait and see, but I think Pauli's trying to talk the girls into something," he answered.
I sat, wondering. What should have been the obvious never occurred to me. Also, wondering what do you say to the guys who had just double-teamed your wife? Admittedly, my brain was kind of muddled after the alcohol and brownies. And, I guess, I wasn't exactly an 'innocent' in regards to their wives, either. After all, I'd been the first guy to fuck Nate's wife since they were married and just a week ago, Pauli, not to even mention the incredible blowjob just minutes earlier.
I continued to wonder in my haze until Pauli and Alyssa came back out of the bedroom, Pauli doing a little dance with her hands high in the air and twisting her hips back and forth, "Yes! We're having some fun tonight!"
Actually, I thought we had already been having some fun. Pretty damned incredible fun, too.
A couple minutes later, Pauli was still dancing when Karen came out of our room wearing one of her sexy little robes. Somehow, all the rest of us dressed and Karen in that sheer robe, nothing else - except the red stockings she'd never taken off, was just sexy as hell! She picked up her clothes from earlier, then, smiling that seductive smile that'd become pretty common the last week, she came over to me, kissed me on the lips and whispered, "Guess you better call an Uber... half an hour..." then disappeared back to the bedroom, carrying her clothes.
I looked around, no doubt the befuddled look showing on my face, "What? Where?" I asked to no one in particular, to anyone who'd answer me, the obvious still escaping me.
Pauli answered, "To Umatilla, dummy, that little club you guys talked about earlier," and did another little dance move, toying with the bottom of her short skirt, pulling it up and running her fingernails across the smooth, sexy skin of her thigh. God!
And then it dawned on me what she'd said, where we were going... that strip club! I couldn't fuckin' believe it! Karen? My Karen! My big-time fantasy come true? Okay, I'll admit it, when I'd written about Michelle and Adriana and Tanya on that stage, I'd been thinking about Karen. I'd never ever voiced it, not even to myself, but still... it had been her, my wife, I'd been secretly thinking about. And now? Holy fuck!
My fingers were shaking when I got out my phone, then realized I hadn't the foggiest idea who to call. "Anyone know the number?" I asked, looking around at my companions. Everyone shrugged and shook their heads. So everyone followed me in the spare bedroom where my desktop computer was set up and I googled it, discovering we could request the ride right online, $85.11 each way. For an 'XL' that we could all ride in. The website said it'd be a minivan. Nick and Connor said they'd split the cost but I said I'd use my credit card. Figured if they wanted to slip me twenty bucks, I'd take it, not that it was particularly important.
My billfold was in the bedroom, so I retrieved it. Apparently, Karen was in the bathroom since I didn't see her and the door was closed. The other girls had gone in the main bathroom.
Anyway, I gave Uber my credit card info and asked for the ride in half an hour, 11:45, then turned on our porch light.
Then, we three guys sat and waited. Nate was the first to voice what I was thinking, "Damn," he said, "I can't believe we're doing this, that they're doing this!"
"Pauli can be pretty persuasive when she wants something," Connor said, with a chuckle.
"Me either, I thought Karen's 'no' was pretty definite," I said. What the hell had Pauli said, I wondered.
The girls were occupying both bathrooms so we waited. Occasionally, I glanced at my watch, five minutes, then ten minutes and so on. Damn, time can go by slowly.
"What's with these stories I've heard about? You write?" Nate asked me.
So I explained to him about Lush and that I had written several erotic stories and got my tablet to show him, let him read the Reunion, Chapter three story that had pretty much started this whole chain of events. I guess what had actually started it was me reading Simplicity's story in the restaurant and Pauli asking me about it. But it was my strip poker story that got Karen and me to their house last Saturday. At least talking about Lush and Nate's reading was a way to occupy the time while we waited for our women and the Uber.
Nate got into the story a little way and seemed impressed or maybe he was just being polite. I told both guys that they should try and write their own versions of tonight, maybe with their girl's help and submit it to Lush. Would be interesting to read the different perspectives of the same story, especially the girl's point of view. Both just laughed the idea off. I tried to explain that the writers on Lush were just normal people who had a story to tell - and none had a better story than tonight. "Try it, you might find out you're good at it," I tried to convince them both. I started to explain how Karen had started helping me with my latest 'After the Reunion' chapter.
Then Karen, Pauli, and Alyssa rejoined us. Hot damn! I couldn't believe my Karen was going to go out like that! When the evening started, I described what she was wearing, the sheer top that showed her red bra through it. Well, now, it was the same top but minus the bra, like both Pauli and Alyssa. Except that her top, you could see through, her pink, pointed nipples burning a hole through it.
The 'mood' brownie effect? I've never seen Karen in front of other people wearing something like that! Even at home, unless we're going to bed and anticipating something extracurricular.
The guys sure seemed to notice, too. Eyes were glued to her boobs.
"Where we going to sit... in the van?" Connor asked.
We all looked at each other, I hadn't thought that far ahead. Hell, I hadn't thought beyond staring at Karen's half-obscured tits! Then Pauli spoke up, asking Karen, "You got a deck of cards? We can draw, low three get the back seat."
It was time for the Uber to get here any minute, so Karen rushed over to the drawer in the entertainment center, under the TV, and brought back a deck of Sportsman's Warehouse wildlife playing cards. Reminiscing of that card game last week made my cock start to stiffen, not to even mention what Karen was doing to me with that top!
We went in the dining room and sat down at the dining table. Since it was Pauli's idea, we let her cut first - seven. We went around the table, Karen - another seven; Nate - king; Alyssa - ten; Connor - eight.
So the last draw was up to me. Seven or less and I'd be in the back seat with Karen and Pauli; eight and Connor and I would redraw; nine or bigger and I'd be in front with Nate and Alyssa (her in the middle I assumed). At least, no matter what, we wouldn't have three men and three women sitting together. Not exactly a losing proposition either way. I cut a pile off the remaining cards - queen. I was in the front with Nate and Alyssa. Connor, Pauli, and Karen were in the back seat.
Everybody seemed satisfied with the seating arrangement, especially Connor, with his Cheshire Cat grin.
And then Karen threw a wet blanket on the whole trip, telling me and Nate, "I hope you know that Alyssa and I are NOT doing anything over there. We're just going over for moral support for Pauli... to cheer her on." Yeah, 'take it off! Take it off!'
Of course, what Karen said was a little (i.e. a LOT) disappointing. I'd hoped to see her, as I was sure Nate wanted to see Alyssa, taking off her clothes. Ah well, just seeing her out in public with that blouse was going to be pretty damned exciting.
"Anyone want another brownie?" Pauli cheerfully asked, slicing another six good-sized pieces of brownie and handing them out.
We watched out the living room window for the Uber headlights. About the time we had all finished our brownie, a pair of headlights pulled up onto our driveway.
Right before we left, I needed to use the bathroom, so went trudging off to our room. On the way past, I couldn't help but notice, laying on top of Karen's dresser, the panties she'd been wearing earlier. What the...? When I came back out, my eyes went straight to that short leather skirt Karen was wearing. Was she...?
ooOoo
We were all in a good, fun mood when we marched out of the house. It was a relatively warm night so we didn't need jackets, which I appreciated our girls not covering themselves. We all introduced ourselves to our driver, a forty-something woman, I guessed. Not bad looking in a wife-next-door type of way. I guess the important thing was that she could drive the van. She had a pleasant smile and introduced herself as Kelly, "With an 'i'," she added.
Her eyes also opened pretty wide, scanning Karen up and down. Not that she ignored Pauli and Alyssa, but her eyes were mostly for Karen and that sheer blouse. She was polite enough to not say anything, though.
Karen, Connor, and Pauli climbed in the back seat. It was humorous watching the tall Connor scrunching up in the middle of the back seat. Pretty sure he wasn't minding, though, considering that Karen was on one side and Pauli on the other. Skirts weren't pulled down, either.
I let Alyssa get in in front of me on the passenger side of the center row, watching her sexy ass in those tight, short shorts, then sat down beside her, Nate on the other side. "Nice car," I told Kelli, "love the comfy leather seats." I loved the view of Alyssa's long, sexy legs better.
Kelli looked up in her mirror, gave us a smile and said, "Thank you, everybody belted in?"
We all told her we were and she backed out of the driveway. Our bank is on highway 395 half a dozen blocks from the house and I asked her to stop so we could get a little cash from the ATM. Connor, in the back seat, handed Nate his debit card and gave him his PIN, asking him to get a couple hundred dollars. "Have to kill you all afterward," he said with a laugh, "you know my PIN now."
We hoped he was kidding. "Could just change your PIN, you know," I suggested.
He laughed, "Not as much fun, though."
There was virtually no traffic at nearly midnight, and when we hit the freeway a few minutes later, Kelli asked where we were going. Pauli was only too happy to answer loud enough that the car going the opposite direction on the freeway likely heard her, "We're going to the strip joint. I'm going to be a stripper and I'm horny as hell!"
Kelli looked in her mirror and we all broke out laughing.
Then, when the laughter died down, Alyssa looked toward me and I did something I couldn't even have imagined doing a week ago. Hell, an hour ago! I kissed her. And she kissed me back, really, really nice, mouth open. Kissing her like this, with my hand on her inner thigh, seemed almost more intimate than the fuck we'd shared earlier. What, an hour, hour-and-a-half ago? It seemed like ancient history.
But Alyssa was really into this kiss, moaning into my mouth when my fingers inched their way inside her tight shorts.
I remember writing about Michelle in the back seat with her boyfriend, I think it was Shaun; Robert being able to get an occasional look because of headlights coming up behind them. I discovered the reality is completely different. It was nearly midnight, there were no headlights. I couldn't see a damned thing in the back seat. It was pitch black out and all I could do was hear - kissing sounds.
There was a tiny bit of light coming from the car's gauges, barely enough that we could make each other out in our seat, so that I knew Nate's hand was under Alyssa's top. I was trying to get fingers up her leg, but her shorts were just too tight. About all I could do was get two fingers up as far as the joint of my hand, not quite enough to reach her panties... if she was wearing any. It was enough to make her squirm, though, and those sexy little moans. Of course, that could have been partly from her husband's hand on her tit, too.
Those soft, sexy lips were going back and forth from mine to Nate's and back again. I'd never shared a girl quite like this before, well duhh! And I'm not quite sure how to describe it - scintillating, breathtaking, electrifyingly sexy? I'll just say that it was a MAJOR turn-on!
I actually thought about Kelli, too. She would have been able to hear the moans and kisses coming from her back seats. What was it doing to her, I wondered? Were the noises turning her on a little bit, too?
And then we were crossing the bridge over the Columbia into Oregon. Damn, that thirty minutes went by fast! As many times as I'd been on I-82 between Kennewick and Oregon, it had never been that short a trip. I can't even remember the last time I've taken the exit into Umatilla, either. It's not exactly a 'destination city'.
I had to laugh at myself a little as we drove down the only street in town. In the word-picture I'd painted of Umatilla in both my Michelle and After the Reunion series, I wrote about staying in a hotel a short distance from the 'Honey Bunzz' and eating at the In'N'Out Burger Shack. There is no hotel in Umatilla. There's no In'n'Out Burger Shack, either. It's actually a tiny, little place called 'Home Town Burgers' that we drove past. I have usually tried to be accurate in my description of places. Guess I pretty much blew it in Umatilla. Of course, it was on purpose, needed them for the story. I think it's the only place I've ever exaggerated like that.
There's no 'Honey Bunzz', either, the name I've used. It's the 'Riverview Exotic Dance', a little brick building with peeling, pink paint, a street light on the corner, and a tiny neon sign with a blinking, shapely girl on the sign, half the neon not working. I'm sure you've seen the image, a girl sitting down, leaning back on her hands, exaggerated boobs.
Somehow, I'm guessing that it wasn't the 'river's view' that brought in their patrons. There were a half dozen or so cars in the gravel parking lot when Kelli pulled in. I was right about one thing in my description of it in the stories - it didn't look like much from the outside. Turned out it didn't look like much from the inside, either.
But we weren't inside yet. The girls turned their overhead lights on and worked on their lipstick and makeup, repairing the damage us guys had done on the trip over. While they were working, I asked Kelli if she was going to wait. She said she would, that she'd brought her Kindle, just in case.
I thought a minute, then asked her, "Why don't you come in with us? I'll pay for it if there's a cover charge."
She laughed at that, "No, I don't think so. Besides, I can't drink... I'm driving, remember?"
"You sure? No need to drink. Would be better than sitting here by yourself."
This time it was Alyssa who added, "Come on, Kelli, it'll be fun." Then she giggled, "Keep us sane girls company."
The lights were on in the van so I could see Kelli's reaction. She was looking in the rear-view mirror, "I've never been anyplace like this, not sure my husband would approve."
"Come on, Kelli, go with us, we won't tell your husband," Karen added, "he'd prob'ly just be jealous, anyway."
"Yeah, you'll get to see my naked tits. He'd be sooo jealous!" Pauli threw in.
Kelli laughed, "How can I resist an offer like that?"
"Yes! Kelleeee!" Pauli whooped from the back seat, throwing her arms in the air.
We all climbed out of the van and paraded through the old metal door. We guys were very gentlemanly, letting the ladies go first. Not that there wasn't an ulterior motive - enjoying the view, even Kelli. She had on a pair of slacks, not overly sexy, but she looked nice. The sweatshirt didn't do much for her figure, though.
And Karen. That short leather skirt, showing off her thigh almost all the way up to her panties. Speaking of which, last I saw them, they were on her dresser. I felt myself getting hard all over again, thinking about the possibility of... And that blouse, no bra! God, I never even dreamed I would see my wife wearing what she was into a public place. Think I mentioned that before.
Once inside, I realized what a glorified image I'd created in my stories. The reality was a whole lot different. There's no front desk with a hunky clerk behind it, no wall of pictures like Adriana and Tanya saw Michelle's picture posted on. And most of all, the nice clean interior with a stage, pole, and flickering lighting with a big crowd aren't there, either.
There is a stage, more like a big, upside-down box, maybe five feet by ten feet, and dusty-looking, dim lights with about a dozen or so people sitting around at formica covered, metal tables.; not exactly the curved stage with a back wall covered with full-height mirrors, a hundred people and several strippers wandering around giving lap dances. Not quite like I'd imagined it might be.
A good share, probably all, of those dozen or so sets of eyes were on our trio of girls. Pretty damn easy to see why. All three were dressed to attract wandering eyes, but Karen, especially, with that sheer blouse.
A waitress headed our way wearing nothing except a tiny little pair of shorts and pasties covering her nipples and a slightly overweight girl was dancing on the big upside-down box 'stage' with nothing on except a pair of panties.
The girl with the pasties stopped at our table, "Getcha anything?" she asked, sounding bored to death. Karen and I ordered rum and ginger ale. We don't know of anything different. The others ordered other things, I have no idea what they were, except Kelli, root beer.
"You all got ID?" she asked. Connor, Pauli, Nate, and Alyssa started to pull out their driver's licenses. "You, too," she told Karen, Kelli, and me. The three of us laughed and shook our heads. "Hey, don't blame me," she said, "it's the law."
When she was looking at our licenses, she asked, "You the girls gonna dance?"
Both Karen and Alyssa, together, said, "Not me," pointing toward Pauli.
"Well, there's a twenty dollar cover charge. You can pay it with your first drink... except her, if she's gonna dance, she doesn't need to pay," motioning to Pauli.
As soon as the pasties girl left, Karen looked over at Pauli and asked her, "You're really going through with this? I thought maybe you were joking."
"Oh hell yes," she answered, "I'm so fired up about it!" her excitement obvious.
Karen just shook her head in disbelief. Alyssa, too, "I can't believe you'd really do that!" Karen said.
We watched the girl on stage for the next couple minutes. She was actually pretty good. My initial reaction was that she had a bit of a chubby tummy for dancing nude, but she put on a good, erotic show dancing, rubbing herself. I've never seen anything like it, never even seen a naked woman in person, other than Karen... except the last two Saturdays, of course.
While we were watching, pasties brought our drinks and pulled a chair from an adjacent table. She sat down and started explaining to Pauli, "Okay, rules. You can do pretty much whatever you want on stage... well, no fucking, but most anything else. If one of the guys wants to get on with you and touch, it's okay, as long as he keeps his cock put away." She hesitated and looked at us guys.
"No way, don't look at me," I said. Connor and Nate said pretty much the same thing.
"But, if you get off the stage, no more touching," she added, "and see that guy over there, the guy in the blue shirt," pointing out a big, burly guy sitting across the room, "he'll keep people off the stage and anyone don't respect your privacy, he'll be there." She sat with us a moment longer while we watched the almost-naked girl on stage, then she looked back over to Pauli, "You're on soon as Janet's done... you'll have all the time you want, it's my shift you're takin'."
She got up and told us how much the drinks were and Connor handed her his credit card. "Keep the tab open?" she asked.
Connor nodded, then Karen asked Pauli, "You nervous?"
"Uhuh, but mostly excited. Want to do this!"
A very little bit later, the music ended. The girl, Janet, picked up her couple pieces of clothing and stepped off the front of the upside-down box. She never had taken off her panties.
The six of us were all watching Pauli to see what she'd do. Her face got a little red, then she pushed back her chair and stood, taking the couple steps over to the stage.
Like I've said before, I've written several chapters with strip club scenes before, but this was going to be a first to actually be there. It wasn't going to be my wife, but still... After last weekend and today (well, technically yesterday) I felt close to Pauli and watching her was going to be pretty damned thrilling! Connor's stomach had to be doing flip-flops and I couldn't even begin to imagine what must have been going on in Pauli's pretty head.
There's one intermediate step along the front of the 'box' and when Pauli stepped up on it, the chatter that had been going on constantly in the room stopped to complete quiet, momentarily. Obviously, people had begun to realize that they were going to be treated to a new girl.
Pauli made that last step up, turned facing us and began a dance. Music started - stripper music I guess, but I'm not particularly familiar with what constitutes 'stripper music'. She swiveled her hips, like she would if she had a hula hoop around her waist, except slower, sultry, her fingers toying with the hem of her skirt - pulling it up a bit, letting it drop back, over and over, a little higher each time.
Then her hands outlined the bottom of her braless boobs, pulling her top a little tighter over them to show them off.
I glanced over at Karen, a strange look on her face, watching Pauli, and doing almost the same thing she was with her hands and her boobs, pulling her blouse a little tighter over them.
The crowd in the club had started a little chant, 'Take it off, take it off,' getting louder by the second it seemed. Our table joined in the chant, even Kelli.
Pauli turned around, her back to us, leaned forward and lifted her skirt just briefly, showing off her sexy, bare butt cheeks, no hint of any panties, getting a loud cheer from the crowd.
In spite of having come three times within the last couple hours, I was getting hard all over again watching Pauli. She turned back facing us, a sexy smile on her face and began to pull her top up to the bottom of her tits, showing off her tight tummy and ribcage, then let it fall back down again. The chant had changed to 'Tits, tits, tits.' We were having fun, too, egging her on, along with the rest of the crowd. Pauli turned away again, teasing, pulling the front of her top up all the way to her chinny chin chin while she was faced away and we couldn't see, her head twisting, looking back toward us, a sultry smile on her face.
She started to turn back with her top still pulled up, then just before we'd be able to see her, let it drop back down again.
I looked over at Karen, taking a deep breath at what I saw. She was twisting in her seat, pinching her nipples through her sheer top. I couldn't stop myself, rubbing my hard cock through my pants, wishing I'd worn something thinner. Alyssa's arms were wrapped around herself just under her small tits so that she was pushing them together and out, obviously turned on by her friend as well. Kelli was being a lady, sitting quietly but with rapt attention to Pauli on the stage. The guys at our table were fidgeting, probably rubbing themselves under the table much as I was.
When I looked back at Pauli, she had her top pulled up to the bottom of her tits again, inching it higher, still twisting, gyrating her waist, more like she was simulating making love. This time, her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open, head weaving back and forth. Her left hand went under her top, cupping a breast, her other hand pushing her top higher, ever so slowly, revealing the swell of her boob, then right to the bottom of her nipple, holding it there for just a moment... before letting it drop again, her hand that had been cupping a tit, pulled out as well.
She turned away again, her back to us, and, in one swift motion, lifted her top up over her head, dropping it on the floor. God, Connor had to be out of his mind!
I looked at Karen again, a button was undone, her hand underneath her blouse. The 'mood brownies' were doing their job. Well, Pauli, on the stage, was influencing a little, too.
Pauli turned back around, an arm covering her now bare chest. She looked at Karen, at least that's where she appeared to be looking, when she dropped her arm. There was a roar in the room when Pauli, dressed only in her short, flowery skirt, stepped off the stage to our table and took Karen's hand.
I was holding my breath, watching Karen, wondering what was happening. Pauli pulled, Karen stood... and followed her back up onto the stage! I sat, my mouth agape, my Karen! My wife! Partner and accountants executive at JHP Media, on a stripper stage?
Hell, I know I said that as a fantasy, how just a little while earlier I'd been disappointed when she said no, but still... at this instant, I realized... some things are meant to be just that - a fantasy!
My heart started beating, pounding a hole in my chest, my mind went nearly blank, it was hard to catch my breath. As much as I'd written about it, the real thing was... damn - real!
I know there was a buzz in the room, maybe even at our table, but I had no idea what it was. All my senses were attuned to my wife on that stage with Pauli. Those seconds of Karen's steps up that stage seemed like an eternity, a slow-motion combination of horror and ecstasy of a lifetime. What was she going to do?
Pauli leaned into my wife and they kissed. It wasn't a peck, either. It was a full-blown, open-mouth lover's kiss... on a stage with half-naked Pauli, in front of all those hundreds of people. At least in that instant, it seemed like hundreds. I had a brief thought back to Karen's note - was that just a few hours earlier? Her reference to dipping her toe in the 'lady pond'. Hell, I hoped she didn't drown in that pond!
I couldn't take my eyes away, watching Pauli's hands around Karen's waist, rubbing her body, moving her hands to the bottom button on Karen's blouse - undoing it, moving to the next, continuing their kiss. I watched Pauli's fingers, moving from one button to the next, my heart rate going up with every button.
And then... and then, the very top button was undone... the last one. Pauli pulled back, stepped slightly away from Karen... and pushed it her blouse off Karen's shoulders, down her arms, until it puddled on the floor. And Karen, my wife, was standing topless on the stage, her nipples swollen, pointy.
The noise in the room was louder, but still, I had no idea if they were words or just noise. I was transfixed on my wife standing in front of Pauli, topless, her breasts bare and exposed, doing nothing to cover up.
My cock was steel-rod-hard all over again, in spite of the three orgasms from earlier.
Pauli leaned over... and wrapped her mouth around Karen's right nipple. I heard a loud moan, sounded like Karen. Could even have been me!
God, I was hard! What was happening was simply beyond belief. Karen's head was thrown back, eyes closed, her mouth gaped open and audibly groaning, twenty-something sets of eyes watching Pauli sucking my wife's tit into her mouth. Karen's fingers were entangled in Pauli's long, brown hair, pulling her mouth tighter to her.
Then Pauli switched to Karen's other tit, her first nipple, wet, long and distended, her own naked tits pressed against Karen. Hands roamed bodies, stroking, caressing.
My heart was beating out of my chest, the roar in the room totally unintelligible.
Pauli pulled her mouth off Karen's boob, looked her in the eyes and reached around her waist, slowly lowering the zipper in the back of Karen's leather skirt. When it was down, I saw her mouth moving, no sound, saying something to Karen.
Time seemed to stand still as Karen's thumbs hooked over the top of her skirt and started to push down. And down. And down. I glanced up briefly at Karen's eyes, open and looking straight into Pauli's. Then back down at her hands, still pushing, down over her bare hips. There were no panties.
How long it had been, I had no idea. And then, Karen's short, sexy leather skirt fell to the floor. My wife stood on stage in nothing, except her high heels and sheer, red stockings with lacy tops about six inches below the apex of her legs.
The room erupted in noise. That's all it was to me, noise. My wife was literally naked on a stage, not just in front of two other couples like earlier tonight, but a roomful of strangers. Then it hit me, it had been Pauli who had wanted to strip, but my wife was the only one naked - her tits bare, her pussy bare. The stockings and heels only added to the atmosphere, making her even more sultry.
I was so fuckin' hard!
Karen and Pauli both continued moving their bodies. Again, I couldn't hear the words, but at least this time I could read Karen's lips, "Your turn," she said.
Pauli turned toward us, began gyrating her hips and slowly pushed her skirt down, leaving her pink, lace panties. I glanced at Connor, he was watching her just as intently as I had been Karen earlier. Karen stepped behind, hooked her fingers in Pauli's panties and pushed them down, briefly moving her hand around front and pausing over her mound, then continuing her push down until they fell to the floor.
Pauli was standing, facing us, naked. She moved her legs apart another six-inches or so and Karen moved her hand back up between Pauli's legs. Two fingers parted her pussy lips and pressed inside her. Pauli took a sharp breath and pushed her legs apart just a little more, her hand over Karen's. That vision of Nate's fingers inside Karen went through my mind, but this was in front of a room of strangers.
Karen pressed her fingers deep inside Pauli, held them there, moving them how she likes me to do to her. I never would have expected to see Karen's fingers inside another woman, much less in front off a crowd of strangers!
After maybe thirty or so seconds, she pulled her fingers out and moved them to Pauli's mouth, letting her suck them in and lick her own juices off them.
It was almost like they'd pre-planned it, but I know they hadn't. Both, at the same time, with no apparent communication, stepped down the little step off the stage, over to Alyssa and each took one of her hands.
Alyssa's face turned white. She sucked in her breath, looked at her husband, Nate, who was smiling and mouthing the word 'go'. She looked around, fear and excitement on her face, and stood, hesitantly following the two naked women over to the step up the stage. It seemed that every muscle in her body was shaking, almost like she wouldn't have been able to stand if Pauli and Karen weren't holding her hands, supporting her.
They managed to get her up on the stage and turned around, facing us. The look of fear on Alyssa's face had only grown. Karen whispered something in her ear, making a small smile appear. Karen moved behind and Pauli kneeled in front and just off to the side of her.
Karen whispered in Alyssa's ear one more time, no idea what was said, and she nodded, that look of fear and excitement stark on her face. Then I think what had been said became clear as Karen started to lift Alyssa's tank top and Pauli unsnapped her denim Daisy Duke shorts.
Karen lifted and when Alyssa's tank top was to the bottom of her breasts, she hesitated. This time I heard her, "You sure?" I couldn't hear over the crowd noise but saw Alyssa's lips form a 'yes,' along with another nod, her eyes closed, her body shuddering. Karen continued lifting, baring her small breasts and sexy, inflamed nipples. Alyssa raised her arms, releasing the last vestige of her top.
I glanced briefly at Nate, eyes wide and breathing little short gasps, watching his pretty, tall, lithesome young wife being disrobed. I knew the feeling he was going through, having just gone through it myself a few minutes earlier.
At the same time as Karen was lifting Alyssa's top off her, Pauli had unsnapped and unzipped her shorts, then waited until her top was off before starting to pull them down. The roar in the room only grew louder, so damned different than when we'd gotten there.
Alyssa was looking down at herself, watching Pauli pull her shorts down. She had on the same tiny, pink panties as earlier. Pauli pushed the shorts all the way down her legs and Alyssa stepped out of them, then Pauli looked up at Alyssa's face, getting another tiny nod and pulled down her panties, revealing her baby-smooth, bare pussy.
Karen stepped around to Alyssa's side, leaned in, prompting her to turn her head and began kissing her, open mouths, tongues passing to the other, and Karen's hand on Alyssa's breast, rolling her nipple between two fingers.
At the same time, Pauli, still on her knees, moved around front of Alyssa, pushed her legs apart, one over her shoulder and pressed her mouth against Alyssa's pussy.
I think I've mentioned it before, but damn, I was fuckin' hard! Not to even mention my wife's tongue in Alyssa's mouth... at that very instant.
Pauli's arms were around Alyssa's butt, pulling her into her mouth. The roar in the room had quieted, watching. Then... Alyssa pulled back from Karen and a loud groan emanated through the room. Her body changed, her face turned white, she began shuddering... in short, Alyssa was having a huge orgasm right there on the stage in front of all of us.
I don't know how long it went on but seemed forever. I never even thought to look toward Nate to see how he was reacting to his wife having a very public, naked orgasm.
It was finally over and Pauli stood back up, Alyssa's legs still spread apart showing us all her swollen pussy. Both Pauli and Karen helped her stand, their arms around her waist and looking out toward their audience. I couldn't help but snap a picture. I don't know, maybe someday I'll even post it on my profile. Kinda doubt it, though, not sure that the girls would appreciate it. But then, maybe they would? Don't even ask, though, because without permission from all three girls and their guys, I'm not sharing it.
Wow, this night turned out different than I thought it would. A simple dinner with friends? Right!
Pasties, remember her, our waitress? After the girls had dressed and we were getting ready to leave, she stopped at our table and told us that there would be no charge for either the drinks or the cover charge for any of us, that our girls had put on the best show she'd ever seen and her manager was comping us for all of it.
Alyssa was still too shaky to speak, but the rest of us told her to thank him very much.
I don't even remember how we decided who sat where on the way home, but I was in the back with Karen and Pauli, Karen in the middle. Alyssa, Nate and Connor were in the middle row.
"I'm so horny, you're gonna fuck me hard when we get home!" Karen told me.
Yeah, I was all for it! I wanted my wife... and badly! "Can you drive a little faster?" I yelled up at Kelli.
I don't remember much of anything from that ride home, except I did discover just how damned wet my wife's pussy was. And I think at one point, Karen and Pauli took up where they'd left off on the stage.
Right after we pulled off the freeway onto Hwy 395 in Kennewick, I heard Karen and Connor trying to talk Kelli into getting her husband and coming back to our house after she dropped us off, "You have any fantasies?" Pauli asked her, "like being on the bottom of a sixty-nine with a hot guy?"
"Yeah," Connor added, "you're cool, Kelli, love to have you come back... and I bet your husband would have a lot of fun with one of these horny girls."
She had to have been turned on after that little stint in that strip club... and the trip home with all the making out with horny guys and girls in the back seats.
"Yeah, Kell, tell us about your husband," Pauli asked her, her voice dripping with sultriness.
Kelli laughed, "I don't think so, but if you want to know about him, he's six-four, two-forty, works in television..."
"Oooh, a TV star, he's mine, closest to my age, I get him" my wife spoke out, obviously listening very intently to this conversation. "I wanna fuck him!"
My sweet wife was full of surprises.
"Bring him... my wife wants your husband, I want that sixty-nine," was that my voice I just heard?
She looked in her rearview mirror. "You people serious?" she asked.
"Hell yes," Connor practically shouted. I repeated the same sentiment.
The closer we got to home, the more anxious I was to do something with Karen. Something, hell! Fuck! That's what I wanted to do with my wife. Not Pauli, not Alyssa, but Karen. And then, that little thing with Kelli. Maybe?
"You ever do anything like that?" Pauli asked her
Kelli laughed, but sounding a lot more nervous than she had before. "You kidding?" she asked, "NOT!"
That conversation with her was just serving to inflame my inferno even more. This whole situation was so damned unreal. It was like something that I'd never have even dreamed of in one of my stories.
Having just watched Pauli and Karen, then Alyssa in that 'dance' club had left me really, really wishing that what I'd written about there being a hotel in Umatilla had been real. It was a long half-hour home.
When we did get to the house, finally, we all unloaded and I gave Kelli a tip of a hundred dollars since we didn't have to spend anything at the strip club, and she had been pretty darned accommodating. Nate and Connor gave her a nice tip, too. Of course, the biggest 'tip' I asked her was, "Please bring your husband and come back."
Karen was almost to the door by the time my conversation with Kelli was over. I hurried to catch up with her and as soon as we were inside, it was like we were horny teenagers about to lose our virginity after the prom, except better. A lot better. Neither of us was paying any attention to the other couples - they knew where the bedrooms or whatever they wanted were. And I assumed after that club, they were just as much in a rush as Karen and me.
I pushed my pants and shorts down, not even getting them off my feet and picked Karen up, wrapping her legs around my waist, her back against the front door and her skirt pushed up out of the way. God, I needed my wife! I was inside her hot, slippery cunt and we both groaned. She felt so friggin' good! But with the emotional excitement after that night...
Then she pushed me away, panting, trying to say something, "I... I... want..."
She pushed me away, unwrapping her legs from around my waist, pushed her skirt off, tore some of the buttons on her blouse trying to get it off.
After getting them off so she was down to the stockings and heels again... god, the vision from that stage went through my mind again.
Karen flipped the living room light on. We had closed the living room blinds earlier, because... well, privacy seemed like it would be a good thing for our little game. But now, Karen opened them, just a few feet, and leaned against the window facing outside, her naked body in full view, legs spread wide.
"Fuck me... fuck me!"
I know what she was doing, her fantasy she'd told me, how she'd suggested I write that last sex scene between Robert and Ginger, 'but, not here,' she'd said, 'not in our house.'
"But, you said... not here!"
"I know... changed my mind... now... fuck me!"
Who the hell was I to argue?
So we fucked. If I've been harder, I don't know when. My cock was inside her in one thrust. She was soaked, I was so fuckin' horny, probably the most primal, hard fuck Karen and I have ever had, her pressing her naked body against that window. Earlier tonight, last week and everything in-between paled in comparison. The vision of Karen on that upside-down box for a stage, Pauli sucking on her tits... kissing Alyssa... drove me on... and I'm sure, Karen, too.
Of course, being exposed in our window like Robert and Ginger in the story didn't calm things, either. Too bad it was two-thirty in the morning with no traffic, no pedestrians and no park across the street. But just the idea of fucking being so exposed was enough.
Not that either of us needed any more enticement. God, that was the hardest, most violent orgasm ever! Karen's pussy had never been hotter than it was then. And it was my... fourth time that night. That was another first. If not for that little fact, one thrust and I'd have been done. As it was, we fucked for several minutes, knowing that if there had been anyone going past, they would have seen my cock thrusting in and out of her pussy. Our climax built with every thrust, Karen pushing back with every one. Then... God! Makes me shudder all over again, just writing it. Always before, just story, but this time... writing about the real sex, it was night and day!
As we were almost passed out on the living room floor right in front of our window, Karen started giggling.
"I can't believe we did that!" she stammered out.
"What?" There had been so many that night, "the window?"
She was giggling so hard she could barely talk, "That... everything... after dinner... " Then she rolled her eyes, "That club... oh God!"
"It was the hottest thing ever... you regret it?"
Her giggle spell was over so she could talk, "Hell no! Let's do it again... you and me next time."
"Yeah!" Brilliant statement, Robert, just brilliant. But I wasn't gonna complain if she meant it.
We struggled to our feet, I slipped my shorts back on, then we went looking for our guests. I still felt a little uncomfortable wandering around totally naked with other people in the house. Karen didn't seem to mind her nudity. We found Connor and Alyssa in our bedroom, Alyssa on her hands and knees on the bed, Connor behind her. We watched a little bit, then checked the guest room. There was the other couple, Nate and Pauli, Nate on his back and Pauli riding up and down on him.
With all the sex we'd had that night, this was Pauli's first time. Nate was a bigger man than either me or Connor and from what we'd seen earlier, his dick matched his size... and Pauli was taking full advantage. The way she had her hands on his chest and was sliding up and down on him, she was using every inch.
ooOoo
While we were watching, headlights in the driveway lit up the house. Karen and I looked at each other in surprise, "She did it?" Karen said, obviously surprised that Kelli had actually come back.
She started giggling again, looking down at her naked body with a trail of my cum down her inner thigh, onto her stockings. "What'll he think if I answer the door like this?" barely getting it out in-between the giggles.
That made me smile, too, "He'll think he's gone to heaven... do it," I told her.
We waited until the knock on our door, then a quick glance at each other and Karen stepped to the door, opening it wide, standing in front of a total stranger, in our house, totally stark naked. Well, still wearing the stockings and heels, but the bare tits and shaved pussy still qualified as naked.
The stranger, a big man, nice looking, like Kelli had described, stood in the doorway, his mouth gaped open, eyes wide, and total silence, until, "Karen?" I heard him say, in a shocked voice.
What? How'd he know my wife's name? Well, Kelli might have told him, but this wasn't like that. This was he knew her, was shocked out of his skull to see her. I stepped in the room, saw my wife's white face with an equally shocked look. What the hell?
"John?" she whispered. She started to look frantically around, "I... I didn't know," as she suddenly seemed to remember she was naked and tried to cover herself with her arms
"We'll go... come on, hon, we need to go," the guy said to Kelli.
"No... no... please don't... come in." John, obviously his name, and Kelli stood in the doorway, "Please," Karen implored, "come on in..." she repeated, her voice regaining some of her familiar confidence.
Kelli looked as confused as I must have looked. Obviously, Karen and 'John' knew each other, and like me, Kelli didn't know anything about it. And this... umm... situation, was a bit awkward. A bit? I almost laughed. From the looks on both their faces, it was more than just 'a bit' awkward. Although, Karen's face had at least resumed some of its color.
John and Kelli finally stepped through the door and Karen pointed toward the couch, asking them to sit. Then she found the blouse she'd discarded earlier and slipped it back on, holding it closed with one hand. Not that it hid much, as sheer as it was, but I guess it made her feel a little less self-conscious.
Karen took my hand and led me to the couch, next to Kelli, while she sat on the couch's arm next to me, her legs held tight together, then looked at me, saying, "I guess maybe you... and Kelli are a bit confused?" Yeah, a bit of an understatement! Kelli nodded as well, that look of confusion still on her face.
She directed her next comment toward Kelli. "I'm... the accounts executive at JHP Media," as if that explained everything. Apparently, it did to Kelli as her eyes opened wide and her hand went over her mouth, much like Karen often does when something shocks her. But it didn't explain anything to me.
"THAT Karen?" Kelli squeaked out.
Karen nodded, then to me, "John's our videographer... what, almost four months now, John?" Then continuing her explanation to me, "John and I work together all the time," then back toward Kelli, "when you said your husband was six-four and worked in television, I didn't even think to make that connection, but you pretty much described our videographer. It's just..."
"Yeah," John broke in, "maybe more than one guy my size working with television in the Tri-Cities?"
"Uh-huh," Karen answered, "and I guess at the time my brain wasn't functioning so good."
"Other things on your mind?" Kelli said with a laugh.
"Sooo... what now?" I asked. "You guys work together. I assume this would be a little awkward?"
Karen was fidgeting with her blouse, trying to hold it together, but somehow, it didn't seem like she was trying very hard. "John?" she was questioning him, then looked toward me again, "I never mentioned John to you because I was afraid you might be jealous... but I've always liked him... even... had a kind of a crush on him..."
Two weeks ago, I would have been jealous as hell.
John explained to his wife, "Remember, Kell, I mentioned the cute Karen at work... that I thought was flirting with me?" Then he explained to us, "Kelli's never been jealous when I mentioned a pretty girl... 'long as you don't touch', she's always said."
"Well, maybe a little jealous," she admitted, "guess I was sort of complimented that a younger, pretty girl was flirting with my husband." She smiled, "especially when it made him so much more amorous."
"Kell...this prob'ly isn't a good idea. You guys can go if you think you should..." Karen said, glancing back and forth between all three of us, "but I don't want you to," she added, pulling her blouse a little tighter over her breasts, knowing full well what it was doing, "unless you think it would cause problems," directed at John.
All during this conversation, the muted noises of sex from the bedrooms were filtering into the living room.
John looked at his wife, "Hon? We can go... prob'ly should."
We waited for Kelli. All was up to her. She hesitated for what seemed like a long time, then said, "Maybe... just this once... we could... bend the 'no touching' rule... a little?" looking at her husband. Then to Karen and me, "That offer of a sixty-nine still on the table?"
John smiled, "I'm good," he said, looking Karen up and down like a kid about to dig into his first birthday cake.
Karen got up off the arm of the couch, shrugged her blouse off one more time and went to John, offering him her hand. She led him over to the dining chair that Alyssa and I had used earlier, what seemed like an eternity ago. She sat down on his lap, facing him, and began to unbutton his shirt. "Guess touching's okay, John?" she said.
Like I said, two weeks ago, I'd probably have been out of my mind with jealousy.
But that was then, this is now, not two weeks ago. Kelli and I locked eyes and leaned into each other, our lips meeting. Her lips softened, melding to mine, and I felt her tongue probing. I let her lead the intensity of the kiss, enjoying every second, especially when she began to unbutton her blouse and led my hand to cup her satiny bra while she continued to undo buttons.
I should probably mention that Kelli had changed from what she'd worn as our Uber driver. When we met her in her van, she was wearing a sweatshirt and pants; comfortable, but maybe feeling just a little out of place when she went in the strip club. She'd changed to a pretty button-down blouse and skirt to just above her knees. Not particularly sexy, but very pretty. She'd also combed her hair out from the earlier ponytail and added makeup and a little lipstick. She wasn't a model by any means but was a very attractive forty-something woman.
Once again, it was hard to believe it was actually me... my hand reaching underneath Kelli's bra to cup her bare breast. This kind of thing just... doesn't happen to normal, ordinary guys like me!
Kelli groaned into my mouth, then pulled her lips back just a little, "No one but John has ever touched me... ever," then her lips were back on mine.
Those words made me groan as well, and incredibly, I felt myself getting hard again. For the FIFTH time!
We kissed, me pushing Kelli's blouse off her shoulders and she worked her arms out, then breathlessly whispered to me, "My bra... unclip it."
I tried, fumbling with the clip with one hand and gave up, reaching around her with the other hand as well, finally getting it undone.
Struggling with it, I got a glimpse of John and my wife, Karen naked and straddling John's lap, his shirt off but pants still on. She was leaning back, John's lips wrapped around one of her tits. Like I said, two weeks earlier, that scene would have had me completely in shock. A lot has happened in those two weeks!
I didn't want to be outdone, not that I would have needed any encouragement, anyway. I kissed down Kelli's chest to her breast and tickled it with my tongue and lips, all around her nipple, sucking right at the edge of her areola.
Kelli was groaning, whimpering, trying to push my mouth over that last half-inch to her nipple. Instead, I licked my tongue across her chest to her other areola, doing the same all over again. But this time, I couldn't stop myself and, after just a few seconds, sucked her nipple in my mouth, getting a loud squeal from her.
I sucked her nipple, her breast filled my mouth and switched once again back to her other. Kelli was groaning, pulling at my hair and probably could have pulled it all out with me barely noticing. Apparently, her nipples didn't lack for sensitivity. Karen and John could just as well have been in a different galaxy, from both of us.
I kissed down her tummy, swirling my tongue around her belly-button, then lower... and lower, Kelli's pelvis squirming and humping underneath me. At the top of her skirt, I hesitated and she lifted her hips off the couch so that I could pull it and her panties down and off.
When I hesitated the little bit to pull my own shorts down, I saw my wife and John again, John naked and Karen on his lap, most likely his cock inside her, especially from the way he was groaning.
But I had my own agenda, fulfilling the deal with Kelli. I turned around, straddling her head with my legs, one leg on the couch, the other on the floor. Likewise, when I lowered my mouth to Kelli's pussy, she threw a leg thrown over the back of the couch, the other on the floor.
We touched at the same time. I felt Kelli's warm mouth wrapping around the head of my cock at nearly the same instant as my tongue first probed the crevice inside her pussy lips.
Kelli clamped down on my cock and I felt the vibrations of the moan coming from her.
I can't even think the last time I was in this position with Karen. It was a reminder of how much I loved it, the feeling of a warm mouth sucking me in and simultaneously, the taste of sexy, horny woman.
Almost instantly, Kelli's body began shuddering and her pussy flooded. She released my cock out of her mouth and began a series of long, loud groans, her hips bucking. I bore into her, finding her clit and sucked hard, eliciting a loud wail. What a fuckin' turn-on, making this woman come like she was!
She calmed down and we fucked each other with our mouths . I spent time just kissing inside Kelli's pussy, running my tongue up and down, occasionally sucking her clit between my lips, the vibrations of her moans never letting up.
I was hard and when that fantastic feeling started growing inside my groin, I pressed my mouth and tongue into Kelli for a moment, then heard myself say, "Kelli... want to... fuck you."
She let my cock slip out of her mouth, along with a loud groan, "I'm sorry... I can't, just... can't." Then her mouth wrapped around me again, sucking hard.
"Ahhh, going to come," trying to pull out of her mouth.
Then her arms wrapped around my butt, pulling me down tighter and I felt her mouth all the way to the base of my cock for the first time.
I madly reciprocated, feeling the orgasm growing inside me, but wanting to satisfy Kelli as well. My mouth ground into her pussy and I sucked hard on her little clit.
Kelli's body began to shudder once again and her pussy squeezed around my mouth when the first spurt of cum exploded out my cock deep into her throat. I meant to pull out of her mouth, but I was totally lost with the incredible feeling of her sucking and spasming at the same time.
When it finally had subsided and there was a degree of normalcy again, I could turn my head and watch my wife and John. At some point, they'd moved to the floor, John behind her, fucking hard and long. Karen kept shouting, "Harder, John!"
Kelli had been afraid to fuck a different person. I hoped she wasn't going to be angry that her husband was doing exactly that with my wife.
When I looked around, I realized that both other couples, now 'friends with benefits' were standing, watching my Karen and John. If either was aware of the audience, they were enjoying.
I only hoped that 'next time' Kelli would go all the way. And I had no doubt that there would be a next time.
And then my wife began screaming... and not from pain.