﻿   Series:Sue and Baton Rouge
   Author:tonytony3
  Chapter:1 - Sue and Baton Rouge
 Category:Someone's Watching
      URL:https://www.asstr.org/files/collections/alt.sex.stories.moderated/year97/156.txt
Published:2022-07-07
Here's a story that shows sexual adventures aren't only for young people. Enough has been changed so the guilty can't be easily identified.

I'm a 48 year old business consultant, and spend 80 days a year giving 2 day seminars on team building to companies in the US.

Sue, my wife, joins me a few times a year. Sue's 45, 5'11", about 130 pounds, with, to my eyes, a wonderful figure. She's modest about her body, but I think she's beautiful, as one would expect from a Boston aristocratic family. Blond hair, an incredible grace when she moves, and a smile that melts anyone she shows it to completes her picture. We are still in love, but at the time of this story, a bit bored.

I'd finished leading a seminar near New Orleans, the next was scheduled in Austin in 4 days. Sue was along for the ride. We decided a slow trip along the Gulf Coast would be a good way to unwind.

That night found us near Baton Rouge, at a Quality Suites Hotel, just off I 10.

The door to the suite opened to a living room, then to the bedroom -king size, non-smoking -and then, still ahead, was the bathroom door. A large mirror was above a sink and counter in the bedroom, ideal for Sue and her makeup. I lay on the bed, and saw that the mirror was a little too high to provide views of people laying on the bed, from the bed. Too bad. There are times when I get too obsessed with sex.

Beside the bed was a drape, which hid a 4 foot deep by 8 foot wide balcony, sort of recessed into the building. One wall was formed by the bathroom of our suite, and the other, probably, the bathroom of the neighboring room. It overlooked a parking lot, and then a woodlands.

Sue joined me on the balcony. It was dimly lit, and quiet. I reached into the light fixture, and loosened the bulb giving what little light there was. Now we had complete darkness and privacy. I took Sue into my arms, knowing in a little while we'd go to bed and unwind with fairly unremarkable intercourse.

Sue pushed me away. "Look at that." She was looking at a 6 inch gap between the drape and the wall. It exposed the mirror, and a reflection of the bed. "What a place for a voyeur!"

"Who would want to watch us?"

Sue said "Not us. Me. When I joked about seducing someone last month, you told me to do it if you could watch. You got pretty horny. Well, this could be the place!"

"That was only playing, and you got excited, too."

"Well, maybe this would be a good place to play for real, and liven up our sex life."

I get stupid when I'm horny. Blood rushes from my brain to my cock. I said "I don't think you have the nerve, but you're right: the idea of watching you seduce someone makes me lose whatever sense I have."

"Keep that in mind", she said. We went into the room, stripped, and began making love. Then, the lovemaking turned to lust, to sheer sensuality. At one point I was lying on my back, and Sue squatted over my cock, and slowly lowered herself onto it. She saw me looking into the mirror, and at the reflection of the dark gap between the drape and the wall. "I know what you're thinking," she said, as she rode my cock. "Wouldn't you like to see me do this to someone while you were out there, watching? Look at my headlights" -her name for her erect nipples -"They're on high beam!" My mouth started to say "No" but by then my cock was telling the truth as I started to come in her. At the same time she shut her eyes, and the "MMM, mmm" noise she makes with an orgasm started.

"Honey," she said afterwards, "that was the best sex we've had in months. If just talking about me playing around with another guy makes us come, what will happen if I do it?"

As we lay beside each other, we talked some more. "Just what would you do?" I asked. "Well, I guess I'd try to find someone nice and sexy, either act single or tell him my husband isn't going to be back for a few hours, and let him pick me up. A place like this would be great, with that balcony for watching, and we'll never be back. It's fun to talk about, but do you think we'd be ok if we did it?"

I said "I think so. After all, it's not like we are cheating, is it?"

Sue looked at me in the dark room. "No, it wouldn't be cheating, if it happened. It's a lot of other stuff -perverted, sick, but not cheating."

Later, she asked "Exactly what would you like me to do?" My cock, like before, was in the driver's seat. "I guess maybe I'd like you to be a wife on the prowl, so whoever you're talking with knows this isn't a fall-in-love deal, I couldn't handle that. Tease him. Take your time, make it last. Maybe strip for him. Lots of touching. Or, maybe be like when we were first dating, you could just masturbate each other. You wouldn't even be undressed. What about you? What would you like?"

"Well, the idea of playing around, knowing you were watching, really gets me hot. I've been true to you since I've known you, but I have to admit sometimes I like to pretend you're someone else. If it was ok with you I'd like to have a guy kiss me like I was a real woman, instead of his sister, and maybe touch me, too. And maybe I'd get a chance to do some touching, too. If I really did something like that, would you be mad at me?" I looked at her, nude, next to me, and about another man seeing her like she was right now, and touching her. I answered by rolling back on her, erect again.

We slept, and, no surprise, decided to stay an extra day. Saying there was sexual tension is an understatement. We made love, had breakfast, had sex, went to a movie, did some shopping, and came back for more sex. Early that evening we went to dinner at a Cajun restaurant down the road. The spicy food did nothing to satisfy our horny feelings. We behaved like newlyweds all day, maybe hoping to take the edge off our idea for that night. It didn't work. The sensuality, the excitement, and the risks were almost overpowering, and compelling.

We returned to find the lounge at the hotel pretty active. The hotel serves complimentary cocktails, and guests seemed to be taking advantage of them. We went to the room. "Well, it's time to decide. Do I go downstairs, or should we go to bed and pretend?" she asked.

"I'm scared" I said. "But God, I'm so turned on it hurts. So I'm saying -do it. I promise, no crap from me, no matter what happens." "OK, no more fooling around", she said. "My courage is up, I think I'm game for this. Let's straighten out the bed, it looks like there was a war in it. I'm going try to bring someone back here and maybe put on a sexy show for you. Like, kissing and hugging and touching and stuff. Let's see who says 'uncle' first. Take the cellular phone, so I can call you, or if you see something happening that you don't like, just call the room and say you'll be right up."

"You've been thinking about this, haven't you?"

"Yep. All day. Let's get your stuff picked up. I'm going from respectable married woman to maybe a tramp, in one night."

She changed into a pretty printed full cotton skirt, a loose blouse, a flimsy strapless bra, no stockings. She looked HOT, and her "headlights" were on high beam, showing through the material of the bra, and poking at her blouse. "I feel so sexy and horny, I don't know if I should stay here right now, or really go down to the lounge," she said.

"Go down to the lounge", I replied, but there was a quiver in my voice. In spite of all the stories about things like this, this was scary stuff for both of us.

"Go out on the balcony and get ready, or even better come on down in a while", she said, "but leave me alone. You get to watch, only." She put a green scarf around her neck. "If I find someone I want to seduce, I'll take this scarf off. Then, you had better either come and rescue me, or get up to the balcony -Mr. Voyeur".

She stoked my cock -I was painfully erect -and said "I guess that means you like the idea". "No, Sue, that doesn't, but this does." I reached into my pocket, and gave her a pack of condoms I bought when we were shopping. "Just in case". She gave me a kiss, said "I don't plan to need these," tossed them on the table next to the bed, then, she left!

I had to masturbate to control my excitement, then went down 15 minutes later. Sue was at the bar, talking with a well dressed, dark haired, dark complexioned man. He might have been 40, was tall, slender, and, damn it, handsome. I went to the bar next to him, showed my room key card, and got a drink, and eavesdropped a bit. "Well, Tom", I heard my wife say, "he won't be back for a few hours, and he told me to enjoy myself until then.". I know she was talking a little louder than she had to, so I could hear. I could also see she was aroused -at least her nipples were making their presence known.

He took her to a sofa in the lounge. It was dimly lit, but not so dark that I couldn't see. Then, I saw her neck extend, as she reached toward him. He turned, and leaned over to kiss her. My cock began throbbing as I saw their lips meet. I saw her hand on his thigh as they kissed. This looked promising!

They went on for a few minutes. Sue saw me over Tom's shoulder, winked at me, then kissed his ear. I was horny -again.

A black man, sitting a few seats away moved next to me when he saw me watching the action in the bar mirror. He said "That guy's my law partner and buddy, and that woman with him is not his wife. He's been a good husband for as long as I've known him, but that woman's looking for some action, and my buddy's the guy." "Maybe," I said. "She does look good, doesn't she?" "Very fuckable" was the reply. That comment made me excited and angry at the same time. Never the less, I said "Let's drink to his good luck", and signaled the barman for another round.

Tom came back to the bar to pick up a couple of drinks -I knew Sue gets very passionate with only two cocktails -and I heard him tell his partner that he'd meet him in their room later, and that if his wife called, say he'd be back soon.

Tom went back to Sue, gave her the drink, offered a toast, and kissed her again. I saw Sue, as their lips met, open her mouth to meet his. After a few more minutes, I couldn't stand it. I wasn't ready to see her enjoy his company so much while I watched, and besides, I had enough sexual release already.

I got up from the bar, and began walking towards her, intending to take her to the room. She saw me coming, and when I was about 3 paces away reached up, and deliberately took off her scarf. I stopped, feeling as though the wind was knocked out of me. She told me, later, that the expression on my face made me look like someone just kicked me in the groin.

She smiled at me over his shoulder, kissed him again, and handed him the scarf. My cock won over my good sense, and I left the lounge, went to the room. I programmed the cellular phone so I could direct dial ("If you know the guest's room number, press 7, then the room number", the damned computer said) by pressing redial. I thought about taking the cam-corder I use to record lectures, but decided that wouldn't be fair. I went onto the balcony, full of lust, guilt, excitement, fear. And with an erection.

30 minutes went by. I was angry -did she go to his room? Then, the lights came on in the suite. Sue came in, looked around, went to the drapes, looked at me and grinned. She opened the balcony door a little, then held it in that position with the rod in the door track that the hotel provided. She whispered "I want you to hear and see everything. I love you, and now I'm going to show you how much." She called out "I'll let you in, Tom. He's not here."

I heard the door open, then close. Tom came in, carrying two more cocktails. That would be overkill! Sue took one, drank must most of it, and said "Hmm. Liquid courage. Have some, Tom. I like this. It's a lot more private than downstairs. Now I can kiss you properly." She put the glass down, stood next to him, raised her lips, and kissed him -mouth open, while her hand glided over the erection pushing against his pants. His hands were all over her back, rubbing from neck to ass. She began moving her pelvis against him. Hugging, kissing, touching -it was exciting all three of us.

Then, Tom stopped. "Are you serious about what your husband said? What if he walks in?"

"No one can walk in, I set the deadbolt. When he left, I teased him, and told him that maybe I'd fool around a little bit tonight and have a good story to tell him when he gets back. He really got turned on." Sue stopped talking by kissing Tom's neck, and sliding her hands under his coat.

"Gonna help me make up a good story?" she muttered as I saw her tongue reach his ear as her arms went around his body.

"You mean he wants you to get it on with someone?"

"At least a little." By now he had his hands on her buttocks, and held her against him as he kissed her. I loved it. He picked her up, and carried her to the bed, put her down, and kissed her again. I saw him kiss her lips, then her neck, then move down over her blouse to her breast.

After a few minutes of that, Sue pushed him away. "I'd better call my husband to be sure of his schedule. You can get a LITTLE more comfortable."

She went into the living room. I watched Tom take off his jacket, shoes, tie, and lay back on the bed, looking around the room, and stroking his cock through his pants. At the same time, the cellular phone in my pocket vibrated. I took it out, pressed "send", and whispered "Hello". The voice in my ear said "Honey, are you going to rescue me, or do you want to see the next act?" I whispered "Tom's on the bed, playing with himself. I'm out on the balcony, playing with myself. We both need relief. Do it."

"OK," she said, "I didn't want to stop now. Kissing a strange man with you watching is a turn on."

"Enjoy yourself, but no matter what, you're getting fucked by your husband tonight."

"I hope so. Enjoy the show," came back.

She came out of the living room. "I got him on the car phone. He'll be here in two hours. I told him I was working on a good story for later, and he said I should have a reasonably good time. Are we going to be reasonably good, Tom?"

"Let's see how reasonable," he said, looking at his watch, then reaching for her. Sue moved next to him on the bed. He sat at its foot, and she kicked off her shoes, and sat beside him. She had thought through how to best expose what was going on. I watched their reflections as they kissed. He tried to force her back, but she wasn't ready for that. Sue's hand went to his leg, then moved up, until she was stroking his cock through his slacks, almost as if she was taking its measure. He kissed her throat, and she extended her neck, making it easier for him. His hand went to the buttons on her blouse.

Tom said something I couldn't hear. Sue laughed, said "OK," and stood beside the bed, in front of him. That gave me a side view of both of them. She turned, letting her skirt swing, flashing bare legs. She put her hands to her neck, and while he watched, unbuttoned her blouse most of the way down. Since it was still tucked into her skirt, only cleavage and part of her bra was visible. The bra fastened in front. I saw her hands go to the clasp, and release it. I loved it! Her hands crossed in front of her, under her blouse, to her breasts. She slid the bra up and off them, and then pulled it from under her blouse. Now the sides of her breasts were visible, and when she turned, they were pretty exposed, and moved freely under the loose, opened blouse. I knew Sue was very uncomfortable when men looked at her body, and I could see that her face now was totally flushed with either excitement, embarrassment, or lust. But, her "headlights" were very visibly poking through the blouse. She started back on the bed, but Tom said "Oh, don't stop now." "Yeah," I thought, "take more off!"

"Well, maybe a little more," she said.

She bent over, and ran her hands down along her hips, then thighs, until they were touching her legs a few inches below her knees. She stood up straight, running her hands up the outside of her legs, to her hips, exposing a lot of leg, even though her hands were concealed by her skirt. I knew what was happening, she'd done the same thing for me 20 some years ago! There was some motion, then her hands began sliding down again, still concealed. When they emerged, her nylon panties came with them.

She stepped out of them.

"I hope you like to be teased," she said, as she sat on the bed, and handed them to him.

He brought them to his nose, said "They smell good. I'll bet you do, too. And, Sue, they're a little wet. I'll keep them," as they went into his pants pocket. This time when he kissed her, she took his hand and guided it under her blouse, to her breast. After some of that, his head moved down, between her breasts. His head turned a little, brushing her blouse away with his mouth, until it found one of her nipples.

"I like that", she said. I liked watching it, too.

He played with her nipple for a few minutes, until she pushed him backward on the bed, pulled the blouse back over her breast, and lay side by side with him with her back towards me. More hugging kissing, and stroking! "Mmm, this is very nice," I heard her say, as her leg, covered by the skirt, reached over his.

His hand, on the middle of her back, crept downwards towards her ass.

"Wait just a minute, Tom", I heard, as she repositioned his hand higher. It crept down again, she reached back, and moved it up again. "Give me a minute, I'll make it easy for you", she said.

Her hand went to her own thigh, and I saw her pulling at the skirt hem. Finally, the lower portion came free, and she folded it back over her hip, while still kissing him, so that her leg, and ass, were uncovered. I could see ass and cunt, and my cock was throbbing again.

A moment later, she took his hand, and moved it so it was touching her inner thigh. "You're full of surprises," he said as he stroked her leg, while she still held his wrist. I saw my wife thrust her hips almost automatically, she was so aroused.

She took his hand and led it along her thigh, toward her cunt. As his fingers got closer, she moved her top leg even more over him, effectively spreading her legs for him, and making access for his hand, and my view, all the better.

Then, his fingers found her cervix. "Oh, that's nice, Tom!"

"Sue, you are soaking wet! I'll bet you come easily." I saw something most men never do -their wife with someone else's fingers in her cunt. He was stroking her! Her hips were moving, his fingers were deep, moving from front to back. I saw her hand come back, and cover his!

She was guiding his hand to maximize her pleasure. "Just like that, Tom, please, oh yes," she said, as he stroked her, and kissed at her ear.

That went on for what seemed like an hour, but couldn't have been more than a few minutes. I heard her moan "MMM mmm" and saw her body spasm as she came.

Her body relaxed. In a moment, so did his, as he rolled onto his back. I sat on one of the chairs on the balcony, realizing that I had ejaculated too, just watching. I wanted him to leave, so I could enjoy my wife, and her body.

I waited, saw Sue move a bit. "Tom, that was wonderful. Let me do you." Her hands went to his slacks, loosened his belt, then slid into his pants, as she kissed him. I was willing to wait a bit, I liked this part.

"Does that feel good?" she asked, after a minute.

He took her arm, and pulled her hand out. "Not like that," he said. I wondered what was the matter with that man.

He got up from the bed, and pulled her up, too, He reached for the clasp on her skirt, but she took that hand, and stopped it. I knew he wanted her nude and spread out on the bed, but that wasn't going to happen. Sue began unbuttoning his shirt. Soon, she peeled it off. I saw he had a horseshoe shaped scar on his chest, then recognized it as the Greek letter omega. I've a black buddy whose fraternity branded its pledges that way.

She kissed the scar -later she told me she knew it meant she was with a black man -while sliding her hand into the waistband of his pants, towards his cock. He stopped her again, saying "Wait". He finished opening his slacks, and slid them and his shorts downwards. Tom's partly erect cock came free. He bent down, pulling his slacks and socks off, then stood in front of my wife.

Sue stepped away, and looked at what even I would call a nice body, smooth, slender hips, strong looking legs, and a now very respectable erect cock bobbing at Sue. "I haven't looked at a man in that state, except my husband, for 20 years, Tom," came from Sue. He seemed to enjoy being looked at. Then, he pulled my wife nearer, took her left hand, and guided it to his cock. He looked at her hand, saying "now". I could see her wedding ring on her finger, and her hand gripping his cock, stroking it, forcing his foreskin over its head, then back again. Seeing her ring on that finger, on that hand, stroking that erection, excited me even more -she was right, this isn't cheating, but some kind of perversion. I didn't care! His naked body was now hard against her, his cock, with her hand guiding it, was pressing into her skirt at her cervix.

It was too one-sided, though. Tom pushed her away.

"What's wrong, don't you like it?"

He said "Not like that. Stay there," and sat down, legs spread. "Do you like what you see?" I don't think she could help it, her eyes dropped to his cock. (So did mine, for that matter.)

"Yes, Tom."

He said "I want to see, too."

Sue later said she was in conflict. She wanted to just masturbate him, but that body and that cock was looking inviting. Sue's face was flushed, her "headlights" were on high beam, pushing at her blouse.

"Turn around".

She did, slowly.

"Show me your body."

Her face was bright red, now. She looked at Tom, sitting there, stroking himself, and her head moved side to side.

"Are you just a tease?"

"No."

I heard him say "I want to see every bit of you".

Sue replied "I don't think I can do that."

I thought, too bad. He responded, with some anger, "Bitch! I'd better leave before I do something stupid."

I heard my wife say "Wait."

"Sue, I'm not just going to sit here with my cock in my hand. We used to call women like you cock-teasers. You've got the story you wanted to tell your husband. I'm going."

She said " No! I want you to… help me. I'll be good."

He stood, cock at attention, and stepped to her. "I don't want you to be good," he asked.

Shy smile. "OK. I'll be bad," she responded.

He put his hands on her shoulders, and turned her, somewhat roughly, so that she squarely faced him. She stepped closer and stood on her toes to kiss him, her open mouth meeting his, hands reaching for his cock. "That's better." As their mouths met, he began lifting the back of her skirt. I saw her hands reach to his, and stop them.

"Sue!"

"OK."

Her arms went back to his cock, and his hands pulled up her skirt until they were on her ass cheeks. I saw Sue bend her lower body away from him a little, I thought to make it easier for him to grab at her ass. Wrong! One hand held his cock, and the other began pulling up the front of her skirt so his cock could finally touch her body, not through her clothing. Then, she moved closer again, and both her hands went to his neck.

She stood there with his hands on her ass under her skirt, the skirt was ass high in back, draped down over her hips, then bunched up again above his cock. His hands cupped her ass and he pulled her closer, and up higher. "That's better," he said. Sue later told me his cock slipped between her legs, and against her cervix. She said she could feel its heat, and how wet she was. At that moment her inhibitions began losing to lust.

After the kiss -it was long -she said "I'll do what you want, and… show you," as she backed away.

"Not good enough. You have to do what you want."

Sue told me she never felt as though she had to confront just what she was doing as vividly as she did at that moment.

"OK. I want to."

He sat on the bed, cock in hand. She stood facing him, so I saw mostly her back. Her hands went to the clasp of her skirt, and released it. She let it fall, over her hips, and along her long legs, to the floor. Her blouse, with the lower buttons still fastened, covered most of hewss and crotch. It hung from her shoulders, barely covering her breasts, to just below her cervix.

"That's a good start, Sue. Now show me why I should stay."

"Tom, I've never felt like a prostitute before," she said, but lifted her arms, which lifted the blouse, turned around, and I saw the blouse flair a little, and show pubic hair, lots of hip, some ass, breast. "Right now I like the feeling."

I had often wondered what it would be like to have a women I hardly knew strip in front of me, knowing it would end in sex. Now I was watching it happen to another man, with my wife. My emotions were all over the place, I knew I could stop this with a simple phone call. My finger went to "redial", but then I put the phone down. This was too erotic to stop.

Her face was red, and her breathing fast. She looked like she wanted to be provocative for this stranger, while her husband watched. She turned her back to him, facing the mirror. I saw her reach up, take the blouse's collars, and spread them, exposing her breasts. The blouse still had a bottom button or two fastened.

Still with her back to him, so that she was facing me in the mirror, she crossed her arms and moved the blouse to her shoulders. A shrug, and it fell down her arms. She held it there with her arms still crossed.

It fell midway down her back, and looped around to about her knees, for a moment. Tom could see her back and legs, but I saw flushed face, breasts and cervix. They looked wonderful. She told me she thought that maybe she should stop right there; that she kind of hoped I'd call and rescue her; that she didn't want to be rescued; that she wanted to show off in front of this man while I watched, and make both of us come. She knew that if she straightened her arms and let the blouse fall she'd be totally exposed to a stranger who wanted sex, that she'd probably at least technically commit adultery, while her husband watched. She knew she'd violate her Proper Bostonian image of herself. Knowing all of that, and hoping that I wanted her to continue -she was right about that -she dropped her arms to her sides, and the blouse floated down her arms and to the floor. She told me later that she knew at that moment she wanted to be completely uninhibited. She felt sexy, and with me nearby, safe, too.

Her arms went behind her back, making her breasts jutt forward, pubic hair and cervix on display, nipples standing out. "Is this what you want?" she asked, as she turned, stepping over the blouse, then stood with feet a little apart, pelvis tilted up. My lovely wife was standing naked, showing another man her body -posing proudly -and obviously available. She was as excited as I'd ever seen her. "Do you like it? Is there maybe something here you want to stay for?"

Tom looked at her breasts, her cervix, as he stoked his cock. Sue blushed even more.

"Are you done being coy?"

"Yes."

"No more teasing?"

"No more teasing."

"Do you want to fuck me?"

Pause. Small voice. "yes".

"I'm a lawyer, Sue. I need to hear the words."

"Yes, I want to fuck you, Tom."

"Good. Come here".

She moved between his legs. Now I saw mostly her back while she stood between his legs. Tom had the best view. It looked like she was standing there with her pelvis tilted up to him, totally open to whatever he wanted. He grabbed her ass with both hands -he seemed to like grabbing my wife's ass -and I heard her "OOh" as he sucked a nipple into his mouth.

The hands on her ass dropped a little to her upper legs, and I guess he pulled at them, because her knees parted a little. His right hand reached between her legs, and I watched it as he extended two fingers, and pushed them into her. My wife was acting like a whore, and I loved it. She spread her legs a little more so he could get his fingers, already wet, in deeper. She held his head to her breast and leaned away from him, pelvis forward, offering a completely available cunt.

He brought his other hand around, and I saw his four fingers trace over her hip, down her back, then move lower, until they were in the crack between her ass cheeks. Her pelvic motion, which up to now had been forward, stopped, and she was tilting her ass up and back, to receive his fingers. I heard a sharp breath as the fingers passed over her anus. "Oh, you liked that," he said. "Yeah," came out of her mouth, but she was breathing fast, in time with the fingers pushing into her vagina. The middle finger of the hand that stroked her ass was stroking her cunt, until it was wet. It moved back to her anus. There was another sigh from Sue. She moved as though she were going to sit on a high stool, with her ass tilted up a little.

He turned her a little sideways. His finger pushed at her anus. "Do you want it?" "Yes!" He pushed hard, and I saw it penetrate her ass. I thought she'd scream. She was being expertly sexually man-handled, and enjoying every minute of it. He was being rough: each time he drove his fingers up into her cunt and ass I saw his biceps flex -he was lifting her onto her toes with each push. I got worried. I didn't what her hurt, but then I heard her say

"That… feels… so… good"

in time with each push.

I stopped worrying.

He wasn't gentle as he bit at her nipple, either. The bruise I saw later proved that. But she was moaning, her hips were driving at him, and she started her "MMM mmm noises again. Then finally, she sagged against him, exhausted, and spent.

"Wonderful", she said, with her head against his shoulders. "You made me feel wonderful. I want to make you feel good, too." His hands went to her shoulders, and he pressed her downwards, to her knees. He leaned back on the bed, supported by his elbows. "Help me make up a good story for my friends, Sue." She looked up at him, and down at his cock. I saw her kneel upright, bend at the waist, wrap her arms around his legs, which were still little over the edge of the bed.

"Will you tell them I did this?"

Her head bend over, hair falling forward, and she went down, slowly. I had no doubt about what was happening, and my erection began growing, again.

"Sue", I heard. "Mmm" was the reply. "I want to watch you suck me."

"OK."

She knelt upright again, put a hand on each of his knees, and moved his legs apart. I saw her sort of walk ahead on her knees, then settle back, so her ass was on her heels. Her head was much lower, now.

She turned her head, her mouth on his inner thigh, moved her hair over her shoulder so he could see her face, and, tongue lapping, moved forward. I watched as she lifted his balls, moved her mouth behind/under them, then took him in her mouth. Now her head was moving in and out, instead of up and down, and I could see my wife looking up at him while he watched his cock slide in, then out. She told me later she took as much of him into her mouth as she could. She licked his shaft, his balls, everything, and it had her almost have an orgasm again.

I didn't see it, but Sue told me he reached down and began masturbating while he was in her mouth.

She said, "Wait, Tom. Not that way."

She stood, naked, not nude, in front of him. Her cheeks were wet with saliva, and so was his cock.

She took his hand, and moved him on the bed so he was on his back, head toward the mirror. She reached to the dresser, took out the condoms, opened one, then rolled it on. She got over him, straddling him, facing him, and the mirror. She bent over and kissed him, then sat back in a squat, and positioned herself.

I saw my wife take his cock in her hand, guide it to her cervix, then slowly lower herself onto it. He put his hands behind his head, she was doing all the work.

My own erection was throbbing as I saw his cock, at least as long as mine, enter her. "That way," she said. She leaned way back so her cunt, with his cock in it, was easy to see. "Watch me!", she said, pretty loudly. She was wanton, totally on display, so different from the woman I knew. His hands went to her breasts, pinched at her nipples, and moved up and down as she rode him. I moved closer to the gap in the drapes so she could see me watching. She looked at me in the mirror, as I saw the condom glistening with her juices, his cock being forced to bend a little because of the way she was leaning back. She put one of his hands to her mouth, and was licking at his fingers. She watched me looking at her and at his cock in her as she rode him. She came again! So did I. Tom didn't, yet.

She sagged down on him, kissing his chest. "I want more," he said, and took her waist with both hands and just lifted her off him. He turned her on her back, so that her head was toward the mirror. I could see along her body. Tom sat up, put his hands on her thighs, and moved them apart. He rolled onto her, and one at a time, took her arms and moved them above her head. Holding her by the wrists, he suspended himself in a classic pushup position over her. I could see his penis, stiff, and pointing.

Sue moved her knees apart and up, spreading her legs, and giving herself some mobility. She looked at his penis, tilted her pelvis, and lift her hips, moving, I wa sure, to help his penis -this stranger's penis -find its way into her -my wife's -cunt.

I was shocked at how much I wanted to see this continue. Had I been in the room, I probably would have guided it into her myself!

He let his weight down on her, and his erection disappeared into her. His hips began flexing, driving into her. Sue looked up at him, watching him, and matching him, thrust for thrust.

I watched him pounded into her, legs flexing, with his hips and pelvis slapping into her. They were both grunting in time with each stroke.

She was every bit acting like an expensive hooker who loved her work, and who knew her job, now, was to satisfy him. She pulled her hands loose, and reached between her legs. I saw one hand working at his cock, and the other at her clit, masturbating both of them as he drove into her. She told me she felt him start coming. She pulled him out, stripped the condom off, and grabbed at his hips, pulling him forward. He moved up on her on his knees, ejaculating a little onto her hand, a little more on her breast, then on her cheek, before her mouth got around him. Sue's hands dropped from his hips to his ass as she pushed his cock into her mouth. How could he have held his erection so long?

"God", I heard him say, "you are fantastic", as he finally rolled beside her. But Sue rolled with him, hands still around his buttocks, mouth still filled with cock.

Finally, with him on his back, by lovely wife's head came out of his lap, and she moved beside him. I saw him stoking her face, then realized he was spreading his own cum on her. When his fingers would move close to her mouth, she licked them. I was exhausted too, and I was just watching.

A few minutes later she said "You'd better think about going in a little while. I have a horny husband who will be here soon, and I want to get ready for that." "Does he mind you doing this?" "I don't think so, so long as I tell him all about it. I'll tell him you were pretty good," she said, then kissed his cock. It began responding right away. "Don't let's waste that" she said. She pulled him near. He went willingly, although he said "I don't think I have anything left." Sue knew better. She lay beside him, and began stoking his cock while kissing him. I saw him get harder, then his cock began pulsing, and he was treated to a final small orgasm. Later, I reminded Sue that's all we used to do when we were first dating, except she'd be mostly dressed!

I sagged onto a chair on the balcony, also totally spent. In a couple of minutes I heard Sue talking. "Well, you came. Now you gotta go, Tom. I got a good story to tell, and so did you. My husband will enjoy every word." Sue pulled on a robe. "Can we meet again tomorrow? Can I have your phone number," he asked? "Sorry, Tom, no phone numbers. This was supposed to be a one time deal -but it was a good time for me." "Will you really tell your husband about this?" "You have no idea how much he'll know -every detail", Sue said. "Weird" he said, as he kissed her, his hand groping under her robe a final time. "If you're here tomorrow night, I'll help you get an even better story."

"What would be better than this?"

"Well, my partner could come, too."

"Uh, Tom, you'd better go."

He dressed, then left.

As soon as she locked the door, Sue ran to the balcony door, and rushed into my arms."Was I good? Are you mad at me?" I said "I must have come 5 times, although at the end I was shooting blanks. I'm not mad, I am turned on, you were wonderful." "So you did you like the show?" "Oh yes -let me fuck you." "I've never been such a slut. I felt so naked as when I was riding him. I don't want to do that again anytime soon, but what a turn on. I saw you watching!" "Get in bed, Sue. I want to feel what it's like to fuck you while you are still full of Tom. God, he could keep it up a long time!" Sue laughed. "No he couldn't. He had to run to the men's room when we were in the lounge so he wouldn't stain himself. That's why it took so long for us to come up. And he came when he was fucking me, didn't you see that? And a little just before he left. He couldn't keep it up, but he sure got it up often enough."

We pulled the bed cover off -it was a mess. It was strange, feeling my well masturbated cock moving in my wife's well fucked cunt. The excitement was intense, the sex wonderful. We switched from making love, to having sex, to loving, again and again that night.

Then she asked "Honey, would you like to stay here another night?"

Baton Rouge gave us memories that will last a life time (although we decided to play erotic games in other places, too).

We know we were pretty lucky -wife watching doesn't often turn out as perfectly as this did.

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  Chapter:2 - Sue and Baton Rouge - Aftermath
 Category:Someone's Watching
      URL:https://www.asstr.org/files/collections/alt.sex.stories.moderated/year97/803.txt
Published:2022-07-07
This story won't make any sense unless you read "Sue and Baton Rouge" first.

I woke up my email server. "Look Sue, here's another one."

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From: toms@anon.com
To: tonytony@USA.net
Subject: Sue and Baton Rouge
1730 CST April 4, 1997

My buddy showed me the story you wrote. It reminded him of a story I told about what happened to me a couple of years ago.

I'll use the names you use in the story.

I'm Tom.

Thanks for writing it—my buddies didn't believe me. Now they do.

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"Why don't you just ignore it, Tony?"

"No, we responded to the others, I'll respond to him, too."

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From:tonytony@USA.net
To: toms@anan.com
Subject: Sue and Baton Rouge
1830 EDT, April 7, 1997

You are the 7th guy to email me claiming to be Tom. Prove it.

tonytony

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From: toms@anon.com
To: tonytony@USA.net
Subject: Sue and Baton Rouge
2212 CDT, April 9, 1997

Easy. You guys were in Baton Rouge about October 94. You were driving a white minivan, Mass Registration.

I have a small tatto on my arm.

Your wife has a small scar on the left side of her belly, and a mole between her breasts.

She's great in bed.

And you weren't fooling anybody, at least not me, that night.

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"Sue, look at this. He's the one! What's this about not fooling anyone?"

"Honey, are you even going to answer?"

"Sure, what's the harm. We are as anonymous as the 'net allows.

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From:tonytony@USA.net
To: toms@anan.com
Subject: Sue and Baton Rouge
1915 EDT April 10, 1997

OK, you are Tom.

What do you mean, we didn't fool anybody?

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From: toms@anon.com
To: tonytony@USA.net
Subject: Sue and Baton Rouge
1855 CDT April 10, 1997

You were had, man. I knew you were watching.

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"Sue, how could he have known? I'm not sure I beleive him."

Sue brought up a neat point. "What if he did know? Wouldn't that make it even more erotic for us? Think about what went on. He was enjoying not only having sex with me, but knowing you saw him do that. It's getting me excited. Turn off the computer, and let's talk about it."

"Let me just get off a quick message. I want to hear more."

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From:tonytony@USA.net
To: toms@anan.com
Subject: Sue and Baton Rouge
0635 EDT April 11, 1997

If I was had, I did it to myself. We'd like to hear your side about knowing what was happening.

"Sue, let me at least sent this. Stop that!—at least for a minute!"

Tony+Sue

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From: toms@anon.com
To: tonytony@USA.net
Subject: Sue and Baton Rouge
1830 CDT April 14, 1997

Maybe I will write the story, but if I was my wife, I'd be pissed off.

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"Hey Sue, Tom responded. Let's see if we can get him to write a bit more."

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From:tonytony@USA.net
To: toms@anan.com
Subject: Sue and Baton Rouge
1755 EDT, April 14, 1997

If you really knew at the time, the story might be even better, Tell us about it from your point of view.

Tony+Sue

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"Sue, there's a long message from Tom. Come here!"

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From: toms@anon.com
To: tonytony@USA.net
Subject: Sue and Baton Rouge
0820 CDT, April 18, 1997

OK. Here's the deal.

My partner and I were in the hotel lounge, maybe a Tuesday or Wednesday night, when you guys checked in.

We noticed that you looked tired, and weren't interested in each other. It looked like you were married for a million years. We even talked about it. We thought if we were checking in with a woman like that no matter how tired we were we'd get something going that night.

"Guess we looked like every other trip tired married couple checking into a hotel. Too bad we are so obvious."

Instead, my buddy and I were sharing a room, for company as much as anything else.

We were in the breakfast bar when you came down the next morning. You were holding hands, and looking like you were just married. We laughed about that -we knew you must have gotten into her that night, and probably that morning.

"Were we that transparent, honey, or is he making this up?"

After work that day, we were relaxing in the lounge when we saw the two of you come in from somewhere. You poked your head in the lounge, then rushed up to the room, still holding hands. We knew you were going to get it on again, and that made us jealous and horny.

"We are going to have to be more discrete, Tony."

"Look, honey, he's telling the story after he heard ours. You can't know where the truth is."

"Well, scroll up the next page."

But in a half hour or so, your wife came into the lounge alone, looking very sexy. My buddy, who was just going to the men's room, said you must have had a quickie. She came to the bar and sat a seat or two way from me.

I said hello, and we started to talk. I moved over, and sat next to her.

My buddy came back, and sat away from us, because he didn't know what was going on, and wanted to watch. Hell, we are trained to be good observers.

I asked how come she was there alone, and she said something about her husband -that would be you -being away for most of the night. I believed her when she said you were away. I thought maybe you had to run out on business or something.

I wasn't sure if she was wearing a bra, because her nipples were poking through her blouse. She was turned on! And she was coming on to me.

"Sue, now you know what he was thinking -that you were acting like a tramp!"

"That night, I was a tramp. That was the idea. Come on, scroll the page!"

We talked for a while, and then you came in. I thought maybe you got back early. Then you sat on the other side of me, acting like you dind't know her. She lied about where you were. I figured you two were playing some kind of a scam. The next time you do this, you shouldn't make as much eye contact as you did. I'd have known something was going on even if I didn't see the two of you together before. I figured if it was a scam of some kind you two were pretty green.

Anyhow, I decided to play along and act dumb. Your wife put her hand on my thigh, I liked that. She asked if we could sit on one of the sofas. We went there. I wanted to see just how far the two of you were going to go. Anyhow, I had my arm on her shoulder, and she came closer so I could kiss her. I did. Her mouth opened as soon as mine did. Your story didn't tell how as soon as my tounge was in her mouth she bit and sucked at it. That is a turn on! We were getting it on about as much as we could in public. In a while I saw in one of the mirrors you coming toward us. I thought the scam was on. I didn't know about the scarf signal, but sure did notice that you stopped and changed direction and went out of the lounge. Your wife was acting like she was in heat, and I finally figured out you two got off on playing some kind of game. Well, hell, I decided to play along. Like you said in your story, when the blood rushes from your brain to your cock you get stupid. Your wife was all over me in the lounge. I had to take a break, and went to the men's room for a cool down. I thought by the time I came back she would would be upstairs fucking your brains out because she got so hot playing the game.

Instead, she was still waiting for me.

After a while longer on the couch, I decided enough was enough, and told her I had an early morning meeting the next day. She said she wasn't ready for the night to end -how about a nightcap.

I told her sure, and asked her to come to my room.

She said no, and said she'd be more comfortable in her own.

I played along. I figured I was younger than you, so if things got tough, I could handle myself. In your story you said I was a lawyer. That's true. What you did't know is that I'm with the DEA, and carry a piece, in addition to my cock. I wasn't worried, but was very interested in this if it was a scam. If you got off watching you wife get fucked, all the better. I decided a great way to end the day would be by screwing someone while her husband watched. And if it was a way to comprimise a federal agent -well, I could deal with that, too. What you were doing was pretty close to entrapment.

I picked up a couple of drinks, and we went up to your room. She played this silly act, and asked me to wait while she made sure you weren't back yet.

When she let me in, I figured you wer probably hiding in the bath room.

She kissed me as soon as I got into the bedroom, just like you said, and wasn't too shy about stroking my cock through my pants. I saw that she kept glancing into the mirror, and when I turned her around I saw the reflection of the gap in the drapes. Tony, you wear glasses. They reflect light. I saw you out there.

When she told me to get comfortable while she called you, I slipped my holster and piece into my jacket and put it beside the bed. No one was going to play rough with me that night. I didn't know if she really called you or not until I read your story.

When I looked around the room I saw that the bar people use to clock the balcony door partly open was in place. I knew you couldn't come in even if you wanted to without breaing something.

I then figured this might be a stright wife watching deal, and I figured I'd take it as far as I could. If you were a sick enough to want to see your wife get it on with somebody else, I'd be happy to be the somebody.

Anyhow, after a while we were on the bed together. She was having some fun playing with my cock through my pants, but I couldn't do much but feel panties and bra through her blouse and skirt. That's when I complained about it, and she took her bra and panties off from under her other clothes.

She still kept on her clothes, though. I wondered if there'd be a cry of rape, and some kind of blackmail attempt. What the hell, I was in her room, everyone in the lounge saw that nothing was forced. I decided to push a little more.

She didn't object at all when I sucked at her tit. I liked the taste, and she liked having it tasted, too. I really liked knowing you were watching all of this. Your story made me realize she liked putting on a show.

After we were on the bed and she got her skirt up high enough to put my hand on -no, in -her cunt, she came. She sure comes easy, doesn't she? I want to tell you when I touched her cunt -you told about what that looked like in your story -it was full of juice. I never felt a woman so lubercated in my life. I figured then no one could pretend about such a thing, and this was for you to get off on watching your wife get fucked. It was all right with me.

"Honey, this is making me horny. Let's go to bed."

"In a minute, Sue. Let's read the rest, first."

She tried to make me come by stroking my cock under my pants. To be truthful, I did come a little, but then I stopped her. I figured I wanted to push this as far as I could, so I got out of my clothes.

I made sure I stood so that you could see what was waiting for your wife. What did you really feel like when you saw my cock pointing at her, Tony? Let me tell you about your wife. I was watching her very carefully, and when she was looking at my cock her eyes were all pupil. It's the look a crack head has when he gets a hit. There's no pretending about it, it meant she was getting a lot of pleasure. She was liking what she was looking at.

Anyhow, when she lifted up her skirt while we were standing there, my cock was right against her cunt, and getting wet. Now I wasn't caring about putting on a show for you, I wanted to get into her. And her eyes and cunt were saying she wanted me in her. Ask her about it.

"Well?"

"At that point sure, that's what I wanted. I wasn't sure I had the nerve to go ahead, though. If I could have made him come without intercourse at that minute, I would have, and then got rid of him and got you in bed for the ride of your life."

But her reluctance put me on guard. A quick fuck is not worth my career. But then she finally decided to quit teasing, I was sure my cock was going to get used the way I wanted it to. I really liked watching her strip for me. I guess she was stripping for both of us. I was watching her, and watching the reflection of the balcony in the mirror, where you were.

She put on a good show, for a married woman performing for the first time.

"Sue, you were great, not good!"

"I still remember how scared I was. I wanted to fuck him, but everything I learned said I shouldn't."

"I'm glad you did. It changed our sex life for the better."

By the way, one of my buddies would love to have her put on that show for him.

"Fat chance of that, huh?"

"Who knows, honey?"

When she was finally naked, and said she wanted to get fucked, I figured this was no longer a game. When I finger fucked her, both cunt and ass, she acted like she was sex starved. Did you see that I had three fingers up her cunt? You are right when you said I was almost lifting her, and she loved it. I read your other stories about her, and think maybe she'd like a very physical, rough lover. Give it a try, or I'll help you learn how to.

"More physical? Not with me", Sue said. "I like sex, not pain."

"He's giving me some ideas, dear. Just wait until later."

"Try something painful, and you'll get turned off so fast!"

I figured I could do anything with her at that point, but right then her mouth looked like it needed my cock in it. I liked the way she went down on me after that. Too bad you didn't have a better view. I liked watching her mouth around my cock. She's not too bashful about using her mouth, teeth, and tongue, is she? When she was done, I was soaking with her saliva. I loved having this very Proper Boston woman lapping at me! I wish you could have seen that. Maybe next time.

"Next time?"

Anyhow, I was ready to come when she stopped, rolled me on my back, and mounted my pole. Next time she can keep the condom off. I can't imagine what was going through your head when you saw my cock disappear into her cunt. I can tell you that sticking it to her knowing you were watching made it even better for me. She was so wet, and so ready, that there was just no breaking in needed. I figured you wanted to see your wife look like a whore or a tramp, and she sure did.

The best part, though, was after she came then, and I rolled her onto her back. I would have liked to tie her up, but just holding her hands over her head while she positioned her cunt so my cock could find it was good enough that time.

"That was probably the most erotic thing I had ever seen. I loved the way he held you, and you had to sort of squirm under him to get positioned."

"You know, honey, I didn't ever realize I did that. But you made a big point of it in the story, and Tom like it too. I'll have to remember that."

I figured you'd be able to see that pretty good, too. Did you like watching her raise up her crotch to meet my cock? What's it like, watching something like that? I can tell you that from my side, knowing you were seeing me fuck her made it even better. Did you like it when I started to come, and she went after my cock with her mouth?

Anyhow, I got off a couple of times screwing your wife knowing you were watching. I know she got off, too, and your story says you did. When I was asking her about what she'd tell you, I had a hard time keeping a straight face. You were a willing cuckold. I guess that's better than being an unwilling one, but where I come from you take your life in your hands when you screw around with another man's woman. Different strokes, though.

We know you checked out the next morning before we came down stairs. I hoped that I didn't screw up your marriage, and now know I didn't. I'm glad of that.

I read some of the other stories you posted, and know you guys like interesting sex. If you'd quit messing around with these cut-out email addresses, I'd be happy to come and visit you, and do it all over again. Or, I could bring her and you here, all expenses paid, and introduce you to some of my friends. Hell, we'd let you even stay in the same room while we did her.

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From:tonytony@USA.net
To: toms@anan.com
Subject: Sue and Baton Rouge
1947 EDT April 21, 1997

We got off hearing the story from your side.

I don't think we'll be visiting you, though.

I'm going to post this e mail string. Watch for it.

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From: toms@anon.com
To: tonytony@USA.net
Subject: Sue and Baton Rouge
1247 CDT April 23, 1997

Go ahead and post it, just change my email address to something anonymous.

Getting back to my offer. If you and Sue would like to play some other games, one of my fraternity brothers and I could cover your costs if you came down to the southeast again.

You are some kind of consultant. We have a college reunion in Carmel, CA, in a couple of months. What would be your rate for a day's work there, with your wife? You could 'observe'.

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To: toms@anan.com
From:tonytony@USA.net
Subject: Sue and Baton Rouge
1237 EDT May 1, 1997

Here's the posting. OK with you?

We like Carmel, and Pebble Beach, but respectfully decline your offer. But your side of the story sure added spice for us.

Tony+Sue

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From: toms@anon.com
To: tonytony@USA.net
Subject: Sue and Baton Rouge
1530 CDT May 2, 1997

Go ahead with the posting, I like it.

If you like Pebble Beach, you may be golfers. My classmate, the one who liked the story, can arrange a tee time at Cypress Point.

Most golfers I talk to would give up their wives for a chance to play there. You wouldn't have to give her up. We just want to use her for a while, you could both play there.

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To: toms@anan.com
From:tonytony@USA.net
Subject: Sue and Baton Rouge
1750 EDT May 2, 1997

About your offer.

Remember Jack Benny's line, when he was being held up? "Your money or your life!"

We're thinking about it.

Tony+Sue

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From: toms@anon.com
To: tonytony@USA.net
Subject: Sue and Baton Rouge
1827 CDT May 4, 1997

Oh, golf's a hot button with you! Think about this. You'd both get a round at Cypress, and another at Pebble.

In return we—my classmate and me—want an evening with Sue. If you and she want, You can "Observe."

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"Tony, he makes it sound pretty interesting."

"Honey, playing games is one thing, this would be sex for hire. I don't like it." I replied.

"Well, maybe," my wife responded. "Let's do some role playing, at least."

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I don't know what will come of this. Maybe another story?