TITLE    : Mary's Weekend Freedom
STORYID  : marys-weekend-freedom_2002
SUMMARY  : Wife's weekend away of freedom is enjoyed by husband.
AUTHOR   : Wolf Bennington@lit
DATE     : 2002-03-25
CATEGORY : exhibitionist-voyeur
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TAGS     : |none|


I got home before my wife did and busied myself cleaning up our place a bit. I fully expected her to be tired from a long weekend of late nights dancing and drinking and early mornings of sunning herself on the beach. I expected her to drop her bag, collapse on the sofa and ask what I was going to prepare for dinner. To my surprise, she came in the door with a smile on her face and a spring in her step, looking happier with life than she had in a long time.



"Hi, sweety," I said, greeting her in our front hallway. She held onto her bag as we hugged hello, her saying, "Hi, babe," and then we headed for our bedroom where I knew she'd start unpacking.



"How was the weekend?" I asked with a smile. I hoped she'd had a good time, and further, since I'd always fantasized about watching her with another man, I hoped she'd at least enjoyed some wild dancing or more.



"It was fun," she replied simply, opening up her bag. "Sherry and I had a good time on the beach and at the clubs." She smiled a devilish smile at me as she threw dirty clothes into the hamper. "I brought something home for you, but you'll have to wait till later to get it."



"I like surprises," I said with a smile. Since we didn't have to pick up the kids until the next morning at her parents', I suggested that we find a movie and get dinner out. She agreed and off we went. During the drive, before and after the movie, and all through dinner, she told me all about the weekend she'd enjoyed. Apparently Friday and Saturday night had been devoted to bar hopping, lots of drinking, plenty of dancing, and a generous amount of flirting to hear her tell it. She kept mentioning that Sherry had gotten "a little out of hand", but she never did say exactly how, or what she meant.



She admitted that on Saturday morning, she and Sherry had gone to a private beach at the invitation of a guy they'd met Friday night, and that the beach was "bathing suits optional." She delighted me with details of how she started out in a bikini, something I didn't even know she had, and then shed it in pieces as the day and drinks wore on. My cock grew in my pants as she described for me the games that had been played in the pool and ocean between all of the naked men and women, carefully mentioning how an awful lot of hands had touched her body during some of the games.



I asked her if she'd enjoyed the openness and freedom of it and she admitted that she had. She told me point blank that she was horny out of her mind by the time Saturday afternoon had ended and that she'd masturbated to orgasm in the shower before dinner that evening, trying to tame her desires before going out for another night of dance and drink. I asked her if it had worked and the only answer I got was a twinkle of her eye and that devilish smile.



By the time we had finished dinner and desert, it was past six in the evening, and she suggested we head home "to relax." I held her door for her as she climbed into our car and then got in on the driver side. Once we were on the highway headed home, she looked over at me with that same grin. "What?" I asked her, wondering what was on her mind.



 "Nothing," she said with a smile, then reaching a hand over to caress my manhood through my jeans. "I just missed you is all," she said, continuing her rubbing. Soon, she had my cock hard and pressing against the fabric, mildly uncomfortable within the confines of the denim. I desperately wanted her to take my cock out and stroke or suck it, but I'd asked before and always gotten the same reply. "Not during the day; someone might see."



"Let me see what I can do to help with that," she surprised me by saying. With that, she unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans and carefully pulled down my zipper. "Lift your butt," she said as she tugged my jeans down to my knees. "Don't wreck," she said as her hand stroked my hard length and her eyes focused on my cock. "Mm, hm," was the best response I could manage.



After just a few moments, I was even more surprised when she bent over in the seat and lowered her head to my aching shaft, her tongue delicately licking the first drops of pre&#xFDD3;cum off my cockhead, her fingers milking more from my length as she licked. A small moan of pleasure escaped from my throat as she did this, and soon I was overpowered by the pleasure of her mouth sucking down my erection, her tongue traveling back and forth as her cheeks hollowed with her suction.



 The drive home wasn't long enough for me to cum, probably because I had to concentrate on driving instead of the pleasure, but when we arrived, she popped up with a smile and said, "Let's get upstairs and take care of this. I'll give you your present." I zipped and buckled, not bothering to button my jeans, knowing that I'd be naked before we ever got to the bedroom.



Once we were inside our front door, she stopped me with a hand on my chest. "Get naked here," she ordered me with a smile. "Then close your eyes and I'll take you to the bedroom. Don't open your eyes until I say so." I was too excited by her aggressiveness to argue and began stripping my clothes off as she did the same thing. As she got undressed, several things caught my eye. First, she'd spent two days at the beach and had an obvious tan, but there were no tan lines on her shoulder or chest. Her nipples even looked a shade darker, hard on the tips of her tanned round breasts. When she dropped her jeans and panties, there again, I saw no tan lines anywhere and was hungry to taste that tanned flesh now freshly exposed. Last, but not least, when I got a good view of her pussy, I saw that she was carefully trimmed and shaven, her pubic thatch much smaller than it had been when she left, and just wide enough to hide the slash of her sex.



Closing my eyes as ordered, I felt her take my hands and lead me to our bedroom, guiding me to the bed and propping pillows up for me. "Keep your eyes closed," she reminded me as she moved away. "I will," I assured her, listening to the sounds I might recognize. After some rustling noises that I couldn't identify, I heard the TV and VCR being turned on and the sound of a video tape being fed into the machine. I wondered what porno movie she'd bought as I heard her start the tape and check the tracking. Then I felt her on the bed beside me, getting comfortable as she played with the remote control. After a few seconds, she said, "Okay, you can open your eyes...."



On the television screen was my wife, medium height and athletically built, naked, reclined on what was obviously a hotel room bed, smiling at the camera as her hands caressed up and down her body. As the seconds ticked by and my cock throbbed with excitement, I watched my wife continue to pleasure herself, rubbing, pinching, pulling and rolling her hard nipples before allowing her hands to stray down between her spreading thighs. When she spread her legs for the camera, it wasn't just a little, but wide and high so that her pussy was open to my view and exposed to her exploring fingers.



I realized that her pussy was already trimmed and shaven in the video and wondered briefly when the tape had been made. Questions to ask for later. Excited by what I was watching, I began to stroke my cock and heard my wife beside me say, "Ah, ah, ah. No touching until I say so." Regretfully, I released my grip and put my hands at my sides, watching the television as my wife became more and more involved with pleasuring herself for the camera.



 On the television screen, my wife's hands moved between her legs, some fingers sliding back and forth, up and down the length of her slit, while the other rubbed her hardened clit in contrasting rhythm. I watched in amazement as her fingers disappeared into her sex, only to reappear slick and shiny with her hot juices. Within a few moments she had built herself close to orgasm and I expected to see her begin frigging her clit with enthusiasm. To my continuing surprise, she reached under the pillow beneath her head and pulled out a rubber phallus that appeared very much like a real cock, about eight inches long and neither skinny nor fat.



I tried to contain my excitement as I watched her suck that dildo into her mouth, getting it slick with her saliva before moving it between her thighs to press it against and then slowly into her wet sex. Her first penetration earned her about three or four inches of the fake cock before she reversed directions to pull out all but the head, then pushing it back in to get five or six inches of it. After the next pull and thrust, she'd taken it all, just enough remaining outside of her stretched pussy lips for her hand to hold onto. With one hand, she began to plunge that cock in and out of her pussy, the other working vigorously at her clit as she built herself to orgasm.



My cock was achingly hard and dripping pre&#xFDD3;cum as I watched my wife climax on TV, her breathing becoming ragged and moans escaping her throat as her pussy spasmed around the fake cock and her fingers never slowed on her tingling nerve bundle. As she began to come down from her explosion of pleasure, I also felt her move beside me, and then the picture on the screen froze as she pushed the "Pause" button on the remote.



"You like it so far?" she asked me seriously.



"Yes," I assured her. "I love it. That should be obvious," I said, gesturing at my erect manhood.



"Did you like seeing that cock fuck my pussy?" she asked.



"I enjoyed seeing you so let go to the pleasure," I replied.



 "Mm, hm," she said with a thoughtful smile on her face. "Then keep watching and enjoy, but remember your answer." With that, she pushed the "Pause" button again, restarting the tape. While the movie began to run again, my wife lowered her head to my stiff dick and once again began to suck it, being far more energetic and enthusiastic in her efforts than I'd known her to be before.



On the screen, I watched as she pulled the dildo from her depths, stroking it once or twice for whatever reason before laying it on the bed stand beside her. The picture moved for a moment as if someone was handling the camera, and then focused again, slightly lower in the room but with the same good view of my naked wife on the bed, spread, wet and looking still hungry for more pleasure.



At that point, with my wife's mouth sucking fervently on my cock, my breath caught in my throat as a man's naked body moved into the picture, around the bed and to the side my wife was on. I watched as she watched the man's rock hard cock bob as he walked, her eyes never leaving it and her hands reaching for it as he got close enough. I was both nervous and excited as I watched her grasp and stroke the man's erection. He was slightly more well endowed than I was, but that didn't press to the forefront of my mind. A swirl of thoughts ran through me. What reaction did she expect from me? If I wasn't upset, would that be a good thing to her? If I got upset, what kind of hypocrite would I be given what I'd said when I sent her on the trip? My thoughts ran faster and faster in smaller circles until I couldn't keep up with them, eventually just surrendering to the excitement of watching my wife on television while she was also with me still sucking hungrily on my cock.



On the TV she began doing the same thing to her manfriend, sitting up to get her face at the right height and then licking tentatively around his hard cockhead. She was so brazen and forward and I loved it. After circling his cockhead a few times with her tongue, stroking his length with one hand while the other fondled her balls, she opened her mouth wide and took his cock between her lips, pushing her head forward until his dick must have hit the back of her throat. There, she closed her lips around his shaft and sucked her way back up to the tip, maintaining that tight wet suction as her head went back down on him.



My wife stopped sucking my cock for a moment, looking up at me with a concerned look on her face to ask, "Is it okay? Did you mean what you said? Are you mad?"



"It's okay," I said through the haze of pleasure and excitement. "I meant what I said. I'm glad you had a good time." With a smile on her face, she went back down on my shaft as I continued to watch her perform on the guy on the screen.



After another few minutes of her mouth sucking him while his hands fondled her tits, he pushed her back on the bed where she hesitated not the least in spreading her thighs wide for his attentions. I watched as he lowered himself between her legs, carefully and slowly spreading her pussy lips with his fingers before extending his tongue and licking the length of her slit from bottom to top and then back down again. On TV there was a look of pure pleasure on her face and I knew she was enjoying the feeling of a new and different man eating her out. I might do it in a way she likes, but I knew that there would be a special buzz of excitement that added to however he might do it different.



Confidently, the man licked and sucked on her clit, every now and then moving farther down to suck on her hot opening, eliciting moans from her and spreading her juices liberally over her almost bald lips. My cock twitched in her mouth as the man pushed two fingers into her on the screen, pumping them slowly at first and then faster and harder as another orgasm built within her.



I was distracted from the show for a moment as my wife stopped sucking my cock to turn and lay down, spreading her thighs for me just as she had for this guy on TV. "Fuck me," she said surely. "Fuck me as you watch me get fucked." THAT took me by surprise, but didn't slow me down. Getting between her legs, I guided my cock with one hand to her hot opening, expecting, and not disappointed, to find her sex literally dripping her hot juices. With a single thrust I buried my length into her to my balls, then beginning a steady motion above her as my eyes returned to the TV screen.



 I watched as the guy laid down beside my wife, her second orgasm apparently having passed while we were moving on our bed. I was happy to see her opening a condom package and smiled as she struggled with rolling it down on this guy's cock. Once it was rolled down to the base of his shaft, she turned to face the camera, her back to him, and straddled his hips. As she had with me in the past, she reached down between her legs to grasp his length in one hand, guiding it to her pussy which she was holding open with the fingers of the other hand. Before sitting down on his erect cock, she looked directly into the camera, which appeared to be a direct look into my eyes, and then, with our eyes meeting, she lowered her weight onto this guy, filling her pussy with the first different cock I was sure of in our five years of marriage.



As my wife lay beneath me moaning in pleasure from the hard fucking I was giving her, I watched her on Tv as she took all of the guy's cock and then ground her hips down against him, ensuring that he had no more cock to give. Once satisfied of that fact, she began to ride him at a quick pace, not moving more than an inch or two, but providing him definite pleasure and taking her own from him. With her hands on his thighs, she rocked up and down on him for quite awhile, until she was almost out of breath, the finally collapsing off of him to one side, there to lay all but motionless as she tried to recover from her efforts.



He was having none of this as he kneeled between her legs, pulling them up and apart, pushing his cock into her alreadly well&#xFDD3;fucked pussy. Once buried to his satisfaction, he began fucking her hard, deep and fast. It was plain to see on TV that he was doing exactly as I was, pulling all the way out until just his swollen cockhead remained within her, and then slamming back down until their pelvises met forcefully, allowing no further penetration of her depths. I knew what was soon to come and felt my own orgasm lurch with the knowledge.



Within a few minutes on TV, the guy was moaning and groaning, as was my wife beneath his assault. The guy's eyes closed and his hips changed their motion and I realized that he was cumming; his cock jerking and twitching inside my wife's hot box, his cum jetting from within his balls only to be caught by the thin latex condom. I knew that my wife was disappointed at not feeling the hot juice flow and spread within her, but consoled myself with the thought that she was still enjoying the feeling of his cock as it jumped, pulsed and spat.



Just as the man had on TV, I began to cum as well, my own jism not hindered by a condom as I buried my cock completely within her and let my manhood explode thick ropes of cum all over her vaginal walls. The TV was lost to me for quite a few moments as my vision was blurred from the intensity of my orgasm and I relinquished myself to the pleasures I'd found within my wife's hot, hungry, dripping wet pussy.



When the spasms finally passed, and I could focus again, I saw two things: my wife beneath me with a smile on her face and my wife on TV alone on the bed, gently rubbing her freshly fucked and swollen pussy. The man was gone, and then back just briefly, dressed and saying goodnight. My wife never moved to cover her nakedness or even close her thighs. As he bent to kiss her goodnight, her fingers were still playing between the wet lips of her pussy and a satisfied smile was plain on her face.



Beneath me my wife said, "I'm glad that you're not mad and that you like your surprise."



Pulling my now softening dick from within her, I relaxed beside her, turning away from the TV and basking in the after glow of our sex. "Yeah," I said, trying to get my breathing under control. "I enjoyed it. Not so much because another guy did you, but because you were just so open and accepting of the pleasure. You just got into the sex with no inhibitions."



"It felt good," she said honestly. "But I wouldn't want to do it often, if ever again."



"Whatever you want," I replied. "I think maybe as a special gift once or twice a year it might not be bad, but I don't think I'd want it to become a regular occurrence."



"Me neither," she agreed, and then paused. "How was your weekend?" she asked curiously, just realizing that since she'd gotten home all we had discussed was her time away.



I smiled as I replied, "It was fun," and I paused before continuing, "and I have a surprise for you later..... after we've recoverd and have some more energy."



Her only response was a confused look, and then a knowing smile with one raised eyebrow. That evening was another story all to itself... 

