TITLE    : Permission Slips
STORYID  : permission-slips_2010
SUMMARY  : Wife gets permission slips from hubby to play.
AUTHOR   : Wolf Bennington@lit
DATE     : 2010-05-21
CATEGORY : loving-wives
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |text|atlantic city|gamble|news|


<i><b>Author's Note:</b> This is the female version of this story. For the male version please read "Sex Text News Service." Know ahead of time that there is not much explicit sex described in the male version as the wife is having all the sex (mostly) and husband isn't with her. Enjoy!</i>



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When my husband first told me he wanted me to have sex with another man I thought he had a serious screw loose. We had been married for five years and together for eight and my entire up-bringing hadn't prepared me to hear my husband tell me he wanted to watch another man fuck me. Actually, I think it was more about me TAKING another man than it was about letting another man take me.



Then, the more we discussed it and I saw how he felt I began to understand it and appreciate it some. Past that I realized how much it excited me to think about other men. I mean, I've been married for more than 15 years and only had three lovers before my husband. A new playmate started to sound like a lot of fun. Eventually we reached the point where I knew I wanted to and would, but I had a few concerns.



First, I wasn't sure how he'd take it when I actually admitted that yes, I wanted to have sex with another man. And even then, it wasn't so much that I wanted to have sex with another man as it was that I didn't want to think about living the rest of my life having ONLY had sex with my husband, especially not since he was offering me the option of other men. So I finally admitted that, yes I did and that spurred a number of conversations about how we'd go into the pursuit of other men for me, the rules my husband had regarding my "being shared", etc. For the most part we were on the same page and I found that the conversations left me thinking about those other men; what they might look like; how they might perform; what equipment they might have. I was honest enough, and my husband was secure enough, that we recognized my enjoyment of a guy with bigger equipment. I had given birth to two children. My husband &#x2013; as good of a lover as he was / is &#x2013; has average size equipment. If I was going to play with another man I knew I wanted a guy a bit longer and somewhat thicker. All of this was talked about and we discussed "the rules" and then I had one last issue for him to deal with.



I didn't think my husband would actually put in writing (no matter how many fiction stories he'd written me) that he was okay with or wanted me to have sex with another man. So, that was the one thing I asked him for. I told him that I was looking forward to it some day, but before that day would ever arrive I wanted something in writing specifically giving me permission to have sex with another man without any adverse or negative impact or legal penalty in our marriage. I honestly didn't think he'd do it. He surprised me.



When he gave me my "permission slip" as I've come to think of it I was surprised. I mean, even after all the conversations we'd had; all the stories he'd written; all the pictures he'd taken of me nude and engaged in sex and posted online; even after all that, I just didn't think he'd give me WRITTEN permission to go out and play. When he did give it to me I read it, looked at him to make sure it wasn't a joke, read it again and then realized my pussy was wet. The idea of being free to find another man to have sex with was turning me on a lot. My next thought was, "When can I use this?" My answer to myself, and the one I shared with him, was, "Maybe on a business trip." We had a few minutes of conversation about that and I realized that not only was he completely serious, but I was really looking forward to it. I wanted to convey that to him so he'd know how serious about it and excited I was.



I told him that I might want to use this on my next business trip and was he okay with that? He assured me that within the rules he was fine. His only concern was that I not have sex with a workmate or friend. He didn't want it to be someone I might become emotionally attached to, but outside of that &#x2013; as long as it was just recreational sex &#x2013; he was excited about the possibility. We discussed how I would have to let him know (when we're apart we tend to text message each other a lot) and how soon, etc.



The one thing that really blew me away was how loved I felt at that moment. Here I was talking with my husband of fifteen years about the possibility of getting laid on my next business trip, holding written permission from him to do exactly that (he actually had made me ten business card kinda things that were numbered and detailed the rules), and I realized how secure our marriage was; how comfortable we were with each other; how high our level of trust was.



His presentation to me of the permission slips occurred at breakfast one morning. As I drove to work that morning my mind kept flashing to the permission slip in my wallet. I recognized that, in my mind, a line had been crossed. No longer was I wondering whether or not having sex with another man was something I wanted or could do. I was only thinking about when. That I would was now a foregone conclusion and that thought was greatly distracting to me. My pussy almost constantly gushed that day and several times as I thought about the possibilities and imagined new lovers my clit got hard and tingly. My body's involuntary reaction to my outlook and thoughts reassured me that this was something I definitely wanted to do. The one question that remained was, when?



Having accepted in my mind that I was going to find another lover someday relatively soon (as compared to "never" because of being married) I found myself thinking about sex more regularly. That left me horny more often and I took that newfound hunger out on my husband. He certainly wasn't complaining. I found myself taking greater delight in the sexual power I could exert over him; the pleasure I could give to and take from him; and I found myself at various times when we were playing thinking about other men doing things to me... or me doing things to them.



I also started paying more attention to the men around me. Everywhere I went if I saw a guy who caught my eye I'd wonder, "Could it be him? I wonder what he'd be like?" I started to realize that in the least-likely of places I could find my next new lover. That's exactly what happened one day in line at Arby's. I had stopped in to grab my lunch as I usually did once or twice a week at about the same time. This time I saw a man that I'd seen several times before and took my time to really look at him. About six feet tall; trim; clean shaven; good looking; dressed well. He saw me looking and smiled. That was our entire interaction that day but he was in the back of my mind for the next several days at lunch time.



Just to make sure that someone I'd see at lunch sometimes wasn't a "workmate" in my husband's mind I asked him about it. He assured me that was okay. With the "go ahead" gotten from my hubby I knew I could do more than just smile so decided to say hi the next time I saw him in line. I went to Arby's the very next day, saw him and said, "Hi." He spoke back. We exchanged a few words and then, when my food was ready, parted with, "Well, maybe I'll see you tomorrow." He said he hoped so. The next day I went to Arby's again (even though it wasn't really what I wanted to eat, but I was excited about the emerging possibilities). There he was. I said, "Hello again," and he replied in kind. Feeling just a little bold I asked him if he was there because he really liked the Arby's food? Or if there was another reason he'd picked Arby's that day? I was hoping that he'd say something about hoping to see me there. Instead, his response was:



"Well, you looked like you'd really like to see me here again, so I came just to give you what you want."



I don't know why but that came across as extremely arrogant to me. I looked away to think a minute and when I looked back I caught him trying to look down my shirt. At that point I was just turned off. This guy was way too sure of himself and cocky for my tastes. I gave him a few polite words out of courtesy but nothing that would build his ego further, took my lunch and then headed back to work. I'd be avoiding Arby's for the next several weeks I thought.



Before long though came the weekend of my business trip, a Managers' Development Seminar hosted (and required) by my employer. When the weekend of my Managers' Development Seminar was getting close I wondered if, during the long weekend I'd be away from home I might find a guy to play with. I didn't really see myself going out and having a one-night stand, and wasn't exactly sure how I saw the weekend unfolding if I WAS going to play, but, if nothing else, I figured three nights away from home would offer potential opportunities. Those opportunities were on my mind as I planned out what I would wear when and what I would need to pack. Hubby watched me pack and I knew he'd get turned on at the idea that I might find someone to place with on the trip. I decided to tease him some about it, knowing he'd enjoy the tease and the pleasure afterward... as would I.



I packed his favorite kind of clothes &#x2013; tight and/or low cut &#x2013; and my favorite vibrator just in case things didn't go as I hoped they might. I intentionally made quite a show of making sure I had my permission slip in my wallet. Then I decided to give Frank that tease. I pointed out that I'd be gone for three nights. Wouldn't that mean I might need three permission slips?



He laughed at me. It almost pissed me off but not quite. I knew I was just teasing him and I really felt like I'd be lucky if I found ONE guy I'd be interested in fucking, but he LAUGHED at the idea of me finding three different ones. Then, as he explained it to me, he wasn't laughing at the idea that I'd find three men interested. He was laughing at the concept of me being that promiscuous. After all, it HAD taken him ten years to get me to admit my desire for and interest in just having ONE other man.



I thought about everything we'd ever discussed; everything he'd ever said. I knew I had crossed a line several weeks before in my mind when I decided that I WOULD take a new lover at some point. No longer was it a possibility. It WAS going to happen &#x2013; I just didn't know when. When I accepted that I felt that I should be able to do it on my own terms within the rules we'd discussed. If I was going to be sexually free, then I wanted to be sexually FREE. I didn't want any limiting assumptions. So I said, "We both know you're probably right but if I'm going to do this I want to be free to do it however I see fit, within these rules with each guy. If you're serious about being okay with me being 'shared' then I want the freedom to fuck as many guys as I want within the rules we've agreed to. If you're going to allow me to be sexually free then I don't want any limits or assumptions besides the rules on the card."



I watched the thoughts roll through his mind as he considered what I'd said. Then I was surprised when he handed me not just another two permission slips but the whole sheet &#x2013; the other nine of them &#x2013; so that I had all ten.



That night when we made love &#x2013; our "goodbye sex" that we usually tried to have whenever either of us was going on travel &#x2013; and I realized he was getting close to cumming, I looked him in the eye and, in my most sultry voice, said, "Cum in my mouth." His eyes nearly popped out of his head but he didn't look like he believed me. "Cum in my mouth, baby. I want to try it," I added on. NOW he looked like he believed me and I had to open wide quick because my desire apparently pushed him over the edge.



I felt his cum splattering onto my tongue and across my lips as he orgasmed and it wasn't at all like what I expected. It didn't taste bad at all and was almost like a warm creamy latte with a slightly unique flavor. When I swallowed it felt a bit clingy though and I wanted some water to wash it down and rinse my mouth. I asked hubby to get me some and he happily obliged. After I'd taken a couple gulps I said, "Wow... so that's what that's like."



Afterward he'd asked what brought that on and I explained to him that if I WAS going to find another man to fuck I was PROBABLY also going to give the guy a blow job and IF the guy came in my mouth... well, I didn't want my first mouthful of cum delivered by some guy I'd just met. My husband looked really pleased with that and thanked me for thinking like that.



It felt good to fall asleep snuggled up to my husband that night and nothing felt like it had changed. Nothing between us seemed different at all except for the heat we felt where our sex lives had been concerned lately. I mean, we had just talked about me having another man cum in my mouth, which he knew would also mean that other man fucking me, and he seemed perfectly okay with it. Well, I was glad of that. I was really being hopeful about the weekend and fell asleep wondering if another man's cum would taste the same or really different from my husband's?



The next morning he was up and ready to take me to the airport. When we said goodbye at the airport he encouraged me to have all the fun I could "within the rules". I told him, very honestly and seriously, that I was really hoping to get to use one of my permission slips over the weekend. Since I had made the decision to take another lover my pussy had been almost constantly wet. I still felt the old hesitation though and wanted to be really sure he was okay with it. I asked him one last time before we parted and he told me once again: "Yes. Have fun. Follow the rules and enjoy yourself all you can." I thanked him; hugged him; told him I loved him and then kissed him goodbye. As I walked down the jetway I could feel how slippery my pussy lips were.



The flight wasn't bad. I got my luggage with no trouble and caught a shuttle van with some of the other managers who were there for the seminar. Two of them, Linda and Tracy, were friends of mine. We'd worked together at a previous employer and I knew that the three of us would be teaming up where we could during the training and hanging out together in the off hours probably. In fact, during the ride from the airport to the hotel we agreed to meet in the lobby about 5:30 and get some dinner before figuring out the rest of the evening. When I was checked in and in my room I sent hubby a text.



"Arrived fine; checked in; room 212. Going to dinner with some girls from work. Love you."



He replied, "Love you, too. Enjoy. TTYL?"



I sent back, "Will call when back in room."



He sent, "K," and I went about the rest of my evening. I was meeting a couple co-workers for dinner and whatever after that.



Over dinner, which we'd gotten at the Mexican restaurant just off the hotel lobby, Linda, Tracy and I decided it would be nice to play some slots after dinner. I don't mind an "adult beverage" every now and then and I knew that Linda and Tracy both drank more than I did. Gambling would mean free drinks and that was our ultimate goal along with having some gambling fun. We enjoyed a leisurely dinner before parting ways to go "freshen up". Linda also wanted to change her clothes. She'd been dressed for work and wanted to put on something more casual. In my room I called home to let hubby know what was going on.



After a trip I took with my husband to Las Vegas I always enjoyed playing the slots, but I was also eager to try my hand at a few other games. I'd played more than my fair share of card games online and thought I might do okay. That in mind I watched a couple of Blackjack tables and then sat down at the $1 buy in, $5 limit table. With a $25 stack of chips I played for awhile and soon found myself up about $25 &#x2013; I had $52 in front of me. I looked at my watch and saw that it was about 10:20. Looking around I saw Linda and Tracy watching the roulette table and went over to join them. Just as I got there the ball dropped and some guys started hollering. Looking at the bets and then at the wheel I realized that one or more of the guys must have just won close to $1,000 dollars. Linda and Tracy were cheering for them and shortly thereafter I learned that they'd all been talking while I'd been playing Blackjack.



The guys &#x2013; John, Tom and Bill &#x2013; were apparently all either in the service or fresh out and not long back from overseas. I stood with my friends to watch as the guys continued to win on the roulette table and fell naturally into the conversation with them. At some point the guys decided to quit pushing their luck, collected their winnings and asked if they could buy us all a drink. I looked at my watch, saw it was about eleven and figured I'd better text home. I was having a good time, the guys were good looking, no harm would come from socializing and, truth be told, John seemed to be looking at me quite a bit &#x2013; and I was looking right back. I wasn't ready to jump his bones but he was certainly a pleasure to look at and it made me feel good to catch his eyes straying up and down my body.



I had texted my husband that I was flirting just to see what his reaction would be. There was a small part of me that was still convinced he'd have issues or problems with me playing outside our marital vows. But his response &#x2013; to "remember the rules" &#x2013; seemed like more encouragement. Okay then, I thought. Hanging out for a while longer won't hurt. I can play a few more slots, get a few more free drinks, and enjoy the company of this pretty attractive young man. There are worse ways to spend some time.



Gradually, as we moved around the casino in a group &#x2013; the three of us women and the three young men &#x2013; I realized that the men had, even if unconsciously, selected a woman to pair off with. Tom had picked Tracy; Bill and picked Linda; and John was walking around right beside me.



As we moved around playing slots, watching others and just chatting in general I caught him trying to look down my shirt a couple times. I was both thrilled and self-conscious. I had intentionally worn a shirt that let some of my cleavage show but was quite surprised by the attentions of a man at least ten years younger than myself. I also felt him brush against me as we had to move through other gamblers and hotel guests a couple times and I'd have sworn I felt his hand brush across my butt. A delicious thrill ran through me when it happened but that little voice in the back of my head was wondering what such a young man would think of my "mature" ass. As the night wore on he made it abundantly clear through his eyes and conversation that he didn't think I looked my age and he found me to be wonderful company.



When I looked at my watch and saw that it was well past midnight I realized I needed to get up to my room and get some sleep. I VERY briefly flirted with the idea of asking John to join me, but I didn't feel comfortable with that thought yet. I was honest enough to admit to myself that it might be a good idea Friday or Saturday night... but I wasn't there in my head yet.



When I told John I needed to get up to sleep he almost pouted. It was cute when he asked me if he could get a hug goodnight and I quickly agreed. His body felt good against mine as we hugged and as we separated I gave him a quick peck on the cheek. He asked if he could have my cell phone number so that we might chat tomorrow? I said sure and gave it to him as he typed it into his phone. As I walked away I looked back to catch him staring at my ass while I walked; he saw me catch him, smiled and shrugged as if to say, "What's a guy to do?" I smiled back and then finished my walk to the elevators adding a little swish to my hips as I went.



Once I was up in my room I texted hubby as I had promised, brushed my teeth, stripped naked and climbed into bed.



Hubby's return text told me to have sweet dreams and as I laid there, eyes closed, sure I'd quickly fall asleep my mind filled with thoughts of what I might be doing if I'd invited John up to my room. My dreams were indeed delicious as they filled with images of that young man sexually pleasuring me into the wee hours of the morning.

<hr pg="2" />Friday



I had set the alarm on my phone to wake me up Friday morning but the noise I heard coming from it wasn't the alarm. Bleary eyed I rolled over to grab it off the night stand and saw that I had a text message. It was from John and said:



"Hope not too early. Thanks for company last night. Hope to see you this evening?"



I replied:



"Let me talk to friends. Sounds good but gotta check plans."



He sent back:



"Okay. Enjoy your day!"



With thoughts of John again on my mind I climbed naked out of bed, went to the bathroom to deal with normal morning functions and then went back to bed. Climbing in I dialed up home on my cell phone...



When Frank answered we talked about the evening before and I told him about the guy I'd done some flirting with. He asked me a few questions to "feel me out" about my outlook about the guy (John) and I filled him in honestly. I didn't hold anything back. When he asked me if I had any plans made for the evening I paused for just a second before answering. It felt like another "moment of truth" for me. I kinda did have plans with John and I wasn't sure how my husband would take it. Jealousy? Encouragement? Only one way to find out, so I told him what we had planned. I was pleased to hear him express his pleasure that at least I'd have something pleasant to look forward to through the work day. He knew I wasn't big on these management development things and it thrilled me that he was thinking more about my enjoyment than anything else right then.



I loved my husband immensely and missed him a great deal, but I was honest enough with myself to realize that the idea of taking John as a lover was, at least as fantasy, turning me on a lot. As I laid there in bed, naked talking to my husband on the phone, I had another moment of fear-based indecision and felt the need to double check that I wasn't doing something wrong or anything that might upset my husband. So I asked him, "Are you sure you're okay with this?"



I don't know what he thought but he paused for a moment before answering me. His response was to question whether or not I had my permission slip in my wallet. His answer was once again one of encouragement and playfulness. He asked if I had my permission slip with me, letting me know that as long as I abided by the rules and kept him clued in, he was okay with me having fun. Truth be told, I had already thought several times about my permission slips and had double checked last night when I got back to my room that I had at least one in my wallet. I had three in my wallet and the rest in my bag.



The morning seminars were so boring I thought my eyes were going to burn out of my skull. Linda actually fell asleep and I saw Tracy's head bobbing a couple times. I wondered what they'd done &#x2013; and with whom &#x2013; after I'd gone up to my room last night, but it wasn't my business. For sure if anything happened between John and I, I had no intention of telling anyone but my husband.



The Team Building event that afternoon was at least lively enough to keep everyone awake after eating lunch. It wasn't much fun but we all fake-smiled through it anyway. 4:30 didn't come soon enough. When it did I sent a text to hubby to let him know I was done and heading up to the room to get cleaned up. I had checked with Linda and Tracy at lunch time and they were both already planning on meeting the guys this evening for dinner and "whatever" as Linda put it.



As soon as I thought about spending more time with John and what the evening might bring I felt my pussy juice. Well, no matter what my mental outlook was, my BODY was ready for me to take another man. Through texts I let hubby know I was going to get cleaned up and then head out to dinner. He joked about joining me in the shower; I teased him with a suggestion that I might have other company in the shower later. The mental image of John with me in the shower made my pussy gush again. He encouraged me on, told me he wanted to hear details... so I called him a pervert but told him I loved him.



Then I got my shower and headed down to the casino to meet the girls and guys for dinner.



Tracy, Linda and I were waiting in front of the lobby restaurant when the guys walked up. I didn't pay much attention to Tom or Bill but watched John as he walked toward me. I was vaguely aware of the other couples hugging but, truth be told, I was lost in my own world for a few moments as John walked straight up to me with a big smile on his face and gave me a big hug. I noted with some interest the flush that seemed to run through my body in response. This time when our hug broke he kissed my cheek before pulling away. We all went into the restaurant and got our table. It was actually a large corner booth and I was happy to find myself sitting rather close to John. A couple of times through dinner I felt him put his hand under the table to caress my thigh and every time he did my pussy gushed again. I had a hard time concentrating on the food but really enjoyed dinner none-the-less.



None of us was in any rush and it was almost 7:30 before we'd all decided we'd had enough and were ready to go out to the casino floor. Truth be told I think we were all enjoying sitting so close, laughing and joking and flirting. As we were all getting ready to go I pulled out my phone to text hubby and let him know what we were doing. John noted me typing out the text and asked what I was up to. I told him I was texting my husband to keep him updated. John's eyes shot open as he said, "Husband?" I laughed. I had assumed he saw my wedding rings. "Yes, husband," I replied with a smile, continuing to type my text. When I was done I looked at him and asked, "Is that a problem?" He seemed to search my eyes and I saw him glance down at my cleavage before he replied, "No. Not at all." I looked over at Tracy and Linda knowing they'd seen and heard the exchange and wanting to see what kind of reaction they had. Linda was smiling at me. Tracy seemed lost in Tom's eyes. I thought, "Okay then. No one seems to care what I do or don't do."



Once we were on the casino floor we headed over to the blackjack tables. Tom didn't want to play and neither did Linda but the rest of us did. John and I sat next to each other while Tom stood behind Tracy watching and Linda stood behind Bill watching. We were all up a few dollars, down a few dollars and I noted that John and I seemed to be competing with each other as well as the house. After he had won several hands in a row &#x2013; and most of them were hands I'd lost, he said, "As good as I'm doing, maybe we should be betting something else?" The innuendo was clear, but I wanted to push him a bit, and I for sure wasn't going to back down. "What did you have in mind?" I asked him. I'd have sworn that man blushed but he just laughed in response. After another few hands we all agreed we were ready to move on. Breaking into couples we agreed to meet back at the roulette table at nine.



John and I walked around the floor some more, playing slots here and there and enjoying a few free drinks that the various servers brought around. I caught John ogling one of the servers as they were all wearing really short skirts and had lots of cleavage hanging out. I gave him a light slap on the shoulder, and teasing him I said, "Put your eyes back in your head. If you had on glasses the inside of the lenses would be wet."



Chuckling he looked at me, put his arm around me and pulled me close. He blatantly looked down the front of my shirt (I guess the drinks had relaxed us both a bit) and said, "She's got nothing on you!" I laughed, playfully slapped his arm again and then enjoyed the closeness of him as he kept his arm around me. I put my arm around his waist and we walked around some more. I was very aware of the proximity of his body and noted that, even in the alcohol-swilling smoky environment of the casino he smelled good. My mind flashed back to teasing my husband in that earlier text about maybe having company in the shower later. The image of John naked in the shower with me... and me naked with him... brought another gush from my pussy and a rush of warmth through my body. I couldn't deny my desires for this man and felt quite complimented that he was obviously reciprocating them.



That thought was on my mind as we noted the time and headed back toward the roulette table at nine. Tracy and Tom were there holding hands but Bill and Linda were nowhere to be seen. Citing "nothing better to do at the moment," John bought some chips, put a bet on 13 black and then watched as the ball spun... circled.. and landed in 13 black. He started cheering and it took me a minute to realize that he'd just won another $1,000. In his excitement he turned and gave me a kiss. It happened so fast that I didn't even have time to think or pull away or avoid it &#x2013; even if I had wanted to. It was a quick peck on the lips and immediately after he'd done it he realized what he'd done. Our eyes met and he saw no objection in mine. The next kiss was full of intent and I opened my lips to him without hesitation, his tongue finding and exploring mine and I knew beyond a doubt that I wanted him. I didn't say as much to him, but I knew then and there that I'd enjoy spending the night with him. The thought excited me and I wanted to share the good news &#x2013; about John's win and my own outlook &#x2013; with my husband. Out came my phone and I typed out a text.



Linda and Bill finally showed up at the roulette table and we all talked about possibilities for the rest of the evening. Tracy and Tom were talking about going out to the pool. Apparently it was open til midnight and they wanted to swim. Bill and Linda were talking about going to a nearby sports bar to watch some games on the big screens and place some bets with the local books. That left John and I to continue our evening and we told our friends we'd probably just keep hanging out at the casino for awhile with no commitment for what we'd do after that. I told my girl friends that if I didn't seem them later this evening then I'd meet them for breakfast in the morning. We agreed on 7:30 and went our separate ways.



As John and I lazily walked through the casino &#x2013; either holding hands or with an arm around each others' waist, we didn't seem all that interested in gambling. The kiss we'd shared was on my mind and I wanted another one. I Knew he was thinking about that and more and the "more" part seemed constantly on my mind. Wondering about my outlook I decided I needed a moment to consider the situation as free as I could get of the immediacy of his presence. Excusing myself I went to the ladies' room and looked at myself in the mirror. Where was I in my head?



I was happily married to a man I had no doubt loved me very much and treated me wonderfully.



In my 41 years of life, 23 of them sexually active, I had experienced only four men and of them only two were really very good: a one night stand I'd had long ago and my husband.



My husband was very aware of this and had not only given me permission to have sex with another man but had even gone so far as to ask me to do so.



John was a young, attractive and very fit man who seemed to find me attractive and desirable. I was definitely attracted to him and desired him a great deal.



I had been hoping to find the opportunity to find a new sex partner during this weekend and the opportunity was presenting itself clearly.



That I wanted to either go to John's room for the night or invite him back to mine there was no doubt.



I was being completely honest with myself when I thought, "I want him. I want to be naked with him. I want to feel him against me. I want him to touch and taste every part of me. I want to touch him and taste him in return. I want to feel him slide himself into me and I want to orgasm as he pumps his length in and out of me.



Of all of that I was sure. The "dutiful wife" inside me felt the need to check with my husband one last time; warn him of how close I was to taking this step and insuring that he truly was "on board" and okay with it. Taking out my cell phone I typed out a text. The text said:



"Having really good time. Have to make decision. Leaning toward yes. Are you SURE?"



His response was:



"You know the rules. Have a blast. I'll look forward to talking in the morning."



Reading his reply text I was confident that he was more than comfortable for me to do this and I was 99% sure myself. I just wasn't ready to commit 100% yet but I was also aware of the rules. Just telling my husband that I was probably going to have sex with another man was a thought that sent a blazing heat through my core. I felt my pussy gush again fresh at the thought. Okay... hubby wanted it; I wanted it; John wanted it. Abide by the rules. I typed another text that said:



"OK. per rules: May sleep with John tonight. Will text b4 if going to happen."



"Good enough," he sent back. "Love you. HAVE FUN."



"Love you too," I replied. "Will do!"



It felt wonderful to be so totally secure in the depth of my husband's love for me and deliciously naughty that the same love was helping to motivate me to have sex with another man tonight. Going back out to the casino floor I found John waiting. I walked right up to him, pulled him into an embrace and gave him the most aggressive kiss I was capable of. When our kiss broke he seemed almost out of breath but a huge smile spread across his face. "Does that mean what I hope it does?" he asked.



"Probably," I replied with a devilish grin. "But we're in no hurry so let's go gamble a bit more and maybe have another couple drinks." His smile grew even more at my answer and we turned together to go find some slots to play. This time as we moved through the casino our touches were more intimate. Several times as we walked he dropped his hand down to caress and gently squeeze my ass. When I caught him looking down my shirt at my cleavage I reached up and unbuttoned another button and pulled my shirt apart slightly. Everything we did screamed, "Take me!" at each other. Finally we stopped behind one guy who was playing a slot machine and had apparently just won pretty big. John stepped behind me, putting his arms around my waist and pulled my body back against his. I could feel the heat of him even through our clothing and the prominent lump in his jeans was nudging against my butt. The immediate visual I got in my head was of me bending over naked in front of him as he stepped up behind me, lined up his hard cock and slid it into my now drenched pussy.



That was all it took. I went from 99% to 100% in that instant. I'd had enough of the casino. I wanted to be alone with John. I wanted to take my first new lover in over 17 years. I wanted to go pleasure him and take my pleasure from him and I didn't want to wait any longer. Once again I thought of my husband and the idea of telling him &#x2013; beyond doubt &#x2013; that I was going to go get laid turned me on. I knew it would turn him on to. Out came my phone and I started typing the text. John saw what I was doing and asked, "Who in the world are you texting now?" But since he was looking over my shoulder I didn't have to answer. He saw what I typed, seemed surprised but not put off. I hesitated in telling my husband whether I was taking John to my room or John was taking me to his, but John provided his room number and I kept typing. The text I'd sent said: "No doubts now. No turning back. Going to happen. Eager for it. Going to John's room 418. Hope you're happy."



As soon as I hit SEND we were walking toward the elevators. I didn't wait to see what my husband replied... if he did at all.



We were alone in the elevators and no sooner had the doors closed than we were in another passionate embrace. This time as we kissed his hands were FULL of my ass as he pulled me against him. My hands on his hips pulled him equally hard against me and I purred at the feeling of his hardening shaft pushing against my tummy. We broke our embrace when the doors opened and he led me by the hand down to his room. I let him get the door unlocked but once we were inside and the door was locked behind us we were all over each other once again.



Our kisses and caresses grew into heated passionate explorations of exposed skin, and where it wasn't exposed we started working on that. His shirt came off followed by mine... and then my bra. His hands and mouth on my chest felt heavenly and I felt my pussy gush even more as he sucked in one of my nipples, swirling his tongue around the erect cherry cap.



As he pleasured my chest my hands found the noticeable bulge in his pants and as I rubbed across it I was pleased with what I felt. He wasn't porn-star big but he was going to feel pretty good just the same. I began to work at his belt buckle and pants and he had to pull himself away from my chest as I moved down to pull his pants and boxers off of him. His erect cock was gorgeous as it bounced when it was freed. It looked to be about seven inches long &#x2013; maybe a tad more &#x2013; and I couldn't quite close my hand around it so it was nicely thick. My very first thought upon seeing it was, "Oh, that is going to feel SO good." My next thought was, "I wonder how much of that I can get into my mouth?"



Since it was right there in front of me I just took it in hand, opened my mouth and listened to John moan as I sucked about half his length in. I felt his hands rest gently on my head as I swirled my tongue around the head of his swollen cock and tasted his sweet precum. Almost absent-mindedly I wondered how long it would take me to make him cum and then I realized that I hadn't asked or said anything about condoms. Taking his cock from my mouth I kept stroking it while I looked up at him and asked, "Please tell me you have condoms?"



His head was back and I assumed his eyes were closed as he moaned out, "Yes..." Without wasting another moment I put his delicious cock back into my mouth and started sucking again.



A few minutes later I felt him pulling away and wondered if he was getting close? Or just wanted something else? Taking my hands he pulled me up in front of him and started taking my jeans off of me. I experienced a brief moment of insecurity as I wondered what he'd think about my ass and legs and then I realized that, as hard and horny as he was, everything was going to look wonderfully desirable to him. He pulled down my jeans and panties together and I had to wiggle a bit to help them over my hips. He held them down as I stepped out of them and then he stood up in front of me. With his stiff cock poking me in the belly he put his hands on my hips, kissed me deep and then gently moved me toward the bed. When I got to the edge I sat down and he let me go, said he'd be right back and went into the bathroom. When he came back he had a wrapped condom in his hand and put it on the nightstand. I moved back onto the bed farther and laid down. I wanted him next to me; I wanted to feel him against me; I wanted to spread myself for him and watch as he slid his cock into me. I wanted to feel that cock stretch my pussy open and fill it deep. I was SO going to enjoy this.



As he laid down next to me I spread my thighs slightly and he hooked one leg over mine. Now I couldn't close my thighs all the way even had I wanted to. We met in a passionate kiss again as I felt his hand wandering my thigh, up and across my belly, and then down between my legs. I felt his fingers ever so gently rub across my sensitive pussy lips and then between them to find my slickness which he spread up and down my slit. And then I moaned into our kiss as I felt his fingers slide into me and his palm rubbing against my buzzing clit and I had my first orgasm as my first new lover in over 17 years finger-fucked me.



It was wonderfully intense, deep and long lasting and he fingered and rubbed just right to maximize it for me. As my orgasm subsided I reached over to the nightstand, grabbed the condom and handed it to him. My meaning was clear. I watched with my legs still comfortably spread as he tore open the package, rolled on the condom and then set aside the trash. As he moved more to the center of the bed I did the same and then I spread my legs wide in my invitation to him. Images of my husband flashed through my mind as I watched John position himself above me, resting his weight on his knees and one hand, his other hand guiding his erect manhood toward my sex.

<hr pg="3" />I gasped when I felt his condom-wrapped cockhead make first contact with my slick inner lips. It felt delicious as he rubbed that swollen knob up and down the length of my slit a few times before lowering it back down to my hot opening and lining up to push himself into me. Our eyes met and I saw him pause. I don't know why, but I wasn't having it. I put one hand down to grab his hip and pulled his body toward mine in an obvious demand that he penetrate me.



It was heavenly as he slowly pushed his cock into me. I felt every bit of it as his cockhead slowly spread my lips apart and stretched my pussy open to accept the rest of him. I felt every bulge and vein on his thick shaft as he steadily pushed into me. I felt when he reached the depth were my husband's cock usually stops and then I felt the deeper pleasure as he kept pushing and stretched my pussy even deeper. When I finally felt his pelvis against mine; his balls resting on my ass, I knew I'd taken all of that glorious cock and it felt indescribably wonderful.



I had my next orgasm as he pumped steadily in and out of me, his body weight never resting on mine. Then he asked me to get on top and I enjoyed riding him for as long as I could until my thighs and arms were tired. Rolling over I watched as he got between my legs again and brought me to another orgasm. It was being a better experience than I had ever imagined and in the back of my mind I thought I'd have to thank my husband for it. A few moments later I felt John's body flex and felt his tempo change and knew he was getting ready to cum. Very briefly I felt regret at having to use the condom &#x2013; I'd have loved to feel his hot cum flow into me as deeply as he could reach. But the rules were the rules and I didn't mind a bit as I felt his cock swell a little more and begin to pulse letting me know he was filling the condom with his seed.



As his cock began to wilt inside the condom inside my pussy he slowly pulled out and lowered himself onto the bed beside me. I looked over at the clock on the nightstand and saw that it was only 12:25. Vaguely I made a mental note about the date and reminded myself that I had added another lover to my sexual history; I had taken my first new lover in over 17 years; it had been VERY good... and I really hoped it wasn't over.



John excused himself for a moment to go to the bathroom. I assume he took off the condom, peed and flushed &#x2013; but the flush was all I heard. Coming back to bed he climbed in very close next to me and thanked me for having made him feel so good. I gave him the same expression of appreciation and we were quiet for a few minutes. As we laid there he softly nuzzled my neck and gently caressed my chest and I felt that my pussy was still wet. I could certainly use more. To my delight I felt his cock stirring against my hip and knew that he'd pop back up before long. I was right and the second time was as good as the first. By the time we were done that second time it was almost 1:30 and I knew we both needed to get some sleep &#x2013; me more than him. I had to "work" in the morning. Still, I wanted more and I wanted to let my husband know that he'd been right; I'd enjoyed myself thoroughly and still was. When John went to the bathroom after our second time I picked up my phone and sent my husband a text.



It said: "THANK YOU. Having MUCH fun. Staying the night here."



"GOOD on the fun," he sent back. "get SOME sleep."



"Will do," I replied. "But want more before sleep." Sending that last part made me feel so deliciously naughty and I KNEW my husband would be rock hard at home. I was betting he'd have to stroke off before he could get back to sleep but while I was thinking about that John came out of the bathroom and within ten minutes he was stroking that glorious cock of his back into me again.



Saturday



Separating from John that morning was slightly awkward. I hadn't woken up next to a man other than my husband in a long time. I was conscious of everything: how I looked, how I smelled, how I felt... I didn't want to just get dressed and leave. Somehow that made me feel like it would cheapen the experience. John seemed to sense what was going on as we woke up and took our turns in the bathroom. "I know you can't stay," he said. "You all have some work thing this morning. I'd love to see you again this evening for dinner though." He paused and his eyes twinkled, "and maybe desert?" he added on.



"That would be nice," I agreed. "Thank you very much for last night." We were both still naked as I gave him a hug and a thank you kiss and I felt his cock stir against me. I giggled and jumped back. "Keep that thing away from me!!! I've got to go get ready for work!" We both were laughing as I dressed, grabbed my shoes, kissed him again and headed to my room. 



In my room I called my husband and it was... weirdly different to actually talk to him knowing that he knew I'd fucked a man other than him just hours before. I was worried he'd be upset or jealous; I was worried what he'd think of me. I was worried about a lot... and our conversation showed me just how silly I was being. We were in love and secure. He was happy I'd had a good time. I jokingly asked if I had to give him one permission slip for every time I got fucked or just one for every guy I fucked? He asked, if it was one for each fuck, how many would I have to give him right then? I told him three and he giggled in happiness with me. He actually thought about it though and told me that one slip per man per night would be the rate. I told him that I was hoping to have to give him another one for what would happen later than night. Just admitting my desire made me feel naughty again. He didn't mind in the least. He told me to have fun, remember the rules and let him know what was going on. I love him so much.



I made it for breakfast with Tracy and Linda just in time. They gave me knowing smiles &#x2013; or maybe I was just being self-conscious. None of our conversation revolved around the guys or the night before. Instead we talked about how boring the morning would be and what we'd be doing that evening. I let them know that John had invited me for dinner again and they said the same about his friends. So it appeared we were all doing dinner again and then we'd figure out after that after that. I was silently hoping that John and I could enjoy each other again. After having finally taken the step of taking another lover and discovering how wonderful it could be &#x2013; with no negative repercussions in my marriage &#x2013; I was looking forward to more.



The morning, lunch and afternoon were boring as hell. I couldn't keep focused and my mind kept wandering to the memories of the night before &#x2013; particularly to the moment when John began to slide his delicious cock into me...



Damn. Why did I have to be at this thing again?



At lunch Frank and I exchanged a few texts &#x2013; more for me to complain about the boringness of the day. He pointed out that the time was dragging even slower because I was looking forward to the evening so much. I admitted he was right.



When the work day finally ended I sent hubby a text to let him know we were done, I was going back to my room to shower and change and then meet the girls &#x2013; and guys - for dinner. As I was texting with hubby my phone beeped and I saw another text come in. After telling hubby to hang on a sec I looked and saw the other text was from John. He'd sent:



"Are you done with your work stuff yet?"



"Just," I sent back. "Going to shower and change."



"Want company in the shower?" he asked back. I thought about that for about two seconds, felt the warmth flush through my body and my pussy gush and knew my honest answer.



"That would be delightful," I replied and added my room number.



"See you in a few," he said. Then I went back to texting hubby.



I sent to hubby: "was John texting. Hope you don't mind. He's joining me for shower."



He sent back: "LOL. Don't mind at all. Have fun. Don't be late for dinner."



"Won't be," I replied. "Love you."



"Love you too," he sent back.



John was waiting for me at my room door. I smiled, hugged him and gave him a quick kiss before unlocking the door. The memories of the night before were still very fresh in mind &#x2013; had been on my mind all day &#x2013; and truth be told, I couldn't wait to feel him inside me again.



Once in my room we embraced and then started shedding clothes. As we got naked my hands found his very stiff cock ready to go. His fingers found my wet pussy waiting and eager. He sat and then laid down on the bed as I straddled him and almost guided him in before stopping myself. "Condom?" I asked.



"In my pants pocket," he groaned. Climbing off I found it, opened it, rolled it onto him and then restraddled him. Guiding him to my opening I rubbed his cockhead back and forth only a couple quick times and then settled my body down, taking his length and once again loving how his thickness felt as it stretched into my pussy. A guttural growl of pleasure escaped from somewhere in the back of my throat as I began to ride that wonderful feeling rod, easily reaching my own orgasm before rolling off of him. I laid back, spread my thighs high and wide and said, "Come on... your turn."



The pounding fuck he gave me was memorable. His first few strokes were slow and long but then he began to work me against the bed and our bodies were slamming together. I could feel his cock bottoming out against my cervix with every thrust. I'm sure I was incoherent as sounds of pleasure escaped me throughout his sexual ravaging of me... and then I felt him flex... heard him gasp... and felt his manhood spasming... pulsing... as his thick cream filled the condom.



He wilted, pulled out and laid down a moment to catch his breath. Giving him a quick kiss I thanked him again, and told him to join me in the shower when he was ready. Then I went to start it. He joined me a few moments later and together we enjoyed the hot water and thickly lathering soap. We played and teased and I found myself very much looking forward to what might happen after dinner.



We were supposed to be meeting everyone at 5:30 for dinner and our timing was nearly perfect. It was about 5:20 when we finished drying off and I sent my husband a text before we left the room.



"Going down to dinner now. Shower was good. Before was better."



"I'm glad," he sent back. "Enjoy dinner and evening. Text when / what you can. HAVE FUN!"



"Am having a blast," I replied and it was true. I'd have never thought that I could have sex with another man &#x2013; with or without my husband's knowledge &#x2013; and not feel guilty. After all we'd discussed; all we'd talked about; all the fantasies we'd shared with each other, it was quite enjoyable and VERY exciting to have sex with another man and not only know that my husband was okay with it but that he was encouraging me in it and enjoyed hearing about it. Perverted he might be, but love me a lot he did.



Dinner was pleasant and I realized somewhere along the way that Tracy and Tom and Linda and Bill were acting like couples. There was a lot of hand-holding going on and I'm sure that while John was rubbing my thigh below the table Tom and Bill were doing the same thing to my friends. I couldn't help but wonder if their husbands knew? Or if they were truly sneaking around. It felt reassuring to know that my husband knew everything I was doing. No secrets. Nothing hidden. I didn't have to worry about him finding out. I had taken deliciously naughty pleasure in informing him BEFORE I had gotten laid... and he knew I probably was going to again tonight. It was, in fact, quite comforting.



As we neared the end of dinner we all agreed that we were going our separate ways. John and I wanted to go his the blackjack and roulette tables; Tracy and Tom said something about a club nearby; Linda and Bill didn't say much at all and I figured they'd be in his or her room within 15 minutes of us leaving the restaurant. Before John and I went out into the casino I sent my husband a text to let him know what was up. I was just letting him know what was going on and he reminded me to let him know where I'd end up sleeping. He wasn't asking IF I was going to spend the night with John but whether it would be in my room or John's room. It was simple info in case anything ugly happened. Careful but not paranoid. I sent back: "Will do. Thank you again. Really enjoying myself. Love you."



He gave me a, "Love you too" and I went back to the fun.



Knowing that I was going to enjoy John again later left me in no great hurry to get back to our rooms. It also helped that I'd gotten a good fuck before we'd eaten dinner. My pussy was still a little warm and throbbing and I was looking forward to the gambling. So far, for the trip, I was up about $40. Nothing major but better than the opposite. Across the next few hours we wandered, played a few games, played some slots, bet at the roulette wheel and circulated some more. We moved quite comfortably together and if, as he put it, a particular table felt "cold" we'd leave it and go find something else and eventually come back to that game but at a different table. We got back to the roulette wheel about 9:40 and I steadily lost a few bets as he won on and off. Then just before ten I placed a bet &#x2013; almost carelessly &#x2013; on 27 red. I was absolutely shocked and amazed when it hit and I collected my winnings of $1,500. I gave John a big hug and then texted my husband to let him know.



The text said:



"Just won $1500!!!!!"



He sent back, "COOL!!!! Don't gamble ALL of it away"



I replied: "Setting aside $1K."



"K," he sent back.



Around 11:15 I had gambled through the $500 of my winnings that I could. Thoughts of being with John were becoming more and more my focus and I was all too aware of how late it was getting. Turning to him after losing a blackjack hand I said, "You about ready to head upstairs?"



He smiled back. "I've been ready since dinner but have been trying to be a gentleman."



"No need," I said, smiling and laughing.



"Oh," he said with a grin, "then do you mind if I take pictures tonight?"



He asked it as a joke but it was obvious he also meant it. I can't say I blamed him. I certainly would enjoy pictures of his body and his equipment; memories if you will. But pictures... that wasn't something my husband and I had discussed. Yeah, I was okay with it but...



Out came my phone to send hubby a text.



"Almost done in the casino. Taking John to my room. He asked to take pictures. Your thoughts?"



I could tell he had to think about that for a few minutes. He'd love to see pictures of me with John but he wouldn't want John just walking away with pictures of me either. Could we control it somehow? Finally he replied: "Only OUR camera is used for pics. Get his email and we'll send him what you want him to have. K?"



I explained hubby's response to John and he said he understood and that he was fine with that. I sent back, "Okay. That works. Love you."



"Love you too," he replied. "Enjoy thoroughly!"



"OH I AM," I reassured. 



There was less nervousness this time as we went to the elevators together, made out on the ride up to my floor and then walked together down to my room. Before I even got undressed he asked if he could take pictures of me doing so. I said sure and got him our camera.



I found myself really enjoying it as I slowly stripped out of each piece of clothing, teasing him as he took the pictures. In fact, seeing his reaction and enjoyment as I teased him led me to act more lewd than I ever had (without prompting) for my husband. Once I was naked I posed in several different positions and let John take all the pictures he wanted. Before he put down the camera to get undressed he had pictures of me stripping, posing, spreading, and playing with myself. I had my first orgasm as my own fingers plunged into my wetness and the flash on the camera went off.



Then John got naked and the play began. He took more pictures as I sucked his cock again that evening and I worked hard to take as much of it as I could so the pictures I was sure my husband would later see would show how well I did; how hungry I was; how much energy I'd expended. (hubby loves it when I invest myself in sexual activity) I took the camera and did my best to take pictures as John went down on me and I felt his tongue lick across my clit for the first time. I'm sure some of the pictures were way out of focus as he sucked, licked and fingered me to another orgasm but the pleasure far outweighed the concern over focusing the camera.



John had the camera after that as we fucked our way through several different positions on the bed and then on the sofa in my room... and then on the chair. We took more pictures in the bathroom as I bent over the counter and he took me from behind. He took pictures using the mirror as he bent me over the room's dresser and took me from behind some more.



Several hours later we had enjoyed intercourse four times and taken a lot of pictures. I felt more thoroughly fucked than I had in a LONG time and it felt quite pleasant. I shared that sentiment with John and said he felt like he should thank my husband for allowing me &#x2013; or even encouraging me &#x2013; to play. I told him I could always text that to my husband and he laughed and said, "Go ahead."



So I sent: 



"Done playing. John says thanks. Going to sleep. Have over 100 pictures to sort through with you."



He sent back:



"Five hours later, I hope you're well pleased. He's welcome. Look forward to looking through pics with you. Love you."



"Love you too," I replied. "Am VERY pleased. See you later."



John and I fell asleep and I wasn't thinking we'd be up until close to ten at least. I was quite surprised to wake up about 8:30 to the feeling of John's erection poking against my hip. After a quick trip to the bathroom I was back in the bed and ready to enjoy him one last time. It was enjoyable and as I felt John cum into me I thought about the memories I'd be taking home; the pictures my husband and I would enjoy sorting through together; the sex we'd have as I recounted some of the details of my time with John. But mostly I just reveled in the pleasure of John's cock swelling and spasming as his hot cum flowed into the condom.



I called home to talk with Frank and we enjoyed a light-hearted conversation about my new found sexual freedom. He seemed to take great delight in counting how many times I'd gotten laid in three days by my new lover and I joked with him about how many permission slips I should have to turn in given that I'd gotten laid nine times in that three day span. I was again overwhelmed by his love for me and tried to express that to him. I said, "I'll see you when I get home... and I love you very much. Thank you for allowing and encouraging me to do this. I really have enjoyed the time here."



He replied, "You're welcome, baby," quite seriously. "I've always wanted you to enjoy life a bit more. I'm glad you did this weekend. See you in a few hours and I love you too."



With that we said our good-byes. I texted him when I was on the plane and then fell asleep nearly as soon as the wheels left the ground. It was no big surprise that I was tired.



He was waiting for me at the end of the jetway and we exchanged a big hug as soon as I reached him. A part of me was still waiting for him to act like I'd done something wrong or like there was something distasteful about me now that I'd been with another man. None of that happened. He was as happy to see me as ever and our love felt more secure and stronger than it had in a long time. I guess the honesty of the past three days had served more of a purpose than just me enjoying some carefree sex.



At home we enjoyed a quiet simple dinner and then we relaxed on the sofa together to talk. I brought her laptop in, transferred over the pictures from the camera, and together we sat and looked through them. I told him what a good time I'd had; how nice John was; what a good lover he was; how many times I'd cum; all the different positions we'd had sex in; the two times I'd sucked him to orgasm; how different he tasted (although not unpleasant) from hubby; and more. Having spent so much time with him and had sex with him so many times, I felt like we should simply send John a copy of every picture.

<hr pg="4" />Franks' outlook was slightly different: he didn't mind sending him every picture but he wanted them edited so that I was not identifiable in them. As good a time as I'd had, we still didn't need to give John the ability to share photos of me &#x2013; and we had no idea what he'd do with them &#x2013; that would compromise my security or work image. I agreed although I was a little concerned that John'd forget what I looked like. Then I remembered that Linda had taken pictures of the groups together with various cameras so virtually all three guys had pictures of all three women and vice versa. Remembering that I showed Frank pictures of John and Frank agreed that he was indeed a decent looking guy.



To say that looking through the pictures excited us would be an understatement. There were pictures of me stripping down in my hotel room; pictures of me spreading myself in offering to John; pictures of me stroking his length, sucking his cock and even one with some cum seeping out one corner of my mouth. (I told Frank that he shot really big loads which was true of the two I took in my mouth; not sure about the ones he deposited in condoms) There were pictures of my pussy being penetrated by John's length in various positions and from different angles. I realized, after looking more carefully, that John did almost have what I considered almost "the perfect cock". It looked to be about 7" long and was nicely thick; circumcised. Frank noted that John kept his pubic hair trimmed and his balls clean shaven. There was a picture of me sucking one of John's balls into my mouth like it was a grape or a plum. There were pictures I took of John's tongue stretching out to lick my pussy and even a picture of John's thumb penetrating my ass as he fucked me doggy style.



Frank told me he was pleased to see that in every picture where John's cock was in my pussy he was wearing a condom. There were several pictures that John apparently took after he'd cum into the condom inside me; pictures of my pussy showing how thoroughly well fucked it looked.



As we looked and talked I admitted that the excitement and pleasure was much greater on Friday night than on Saturday &#x2013; not that it was bad Saturday night at all. I thought about it more and felt that the build up and nervousness added to the excitement of the first time Friday night and that carried through the night until they were "done". Saturday night everything was still fantastic I told him, but there was a different level of excitement and none of the nervousness since John was no longer "new".



That led us into a discussion about how we both felt about me having taken a new lover; the excitement I'd enjoyed; how good it had made me feel as a woman; how surprised I'd been at just how eager John was to bed me; how much the experience had left me wanting Frank more than I had in recent years but also admitting that I hoped he would continue to grant me this freedom. Having tasted it once (well, NINE times) I could admit to myself and to Frank that I did indeed enjoy it and hoped to again some time &#x2013; although I was in no rush and had no one in mind. I was just hoping he'd leave the option open for me. I told Frank that, at the airport when I'd said good-bye to John, I'd told him that although we could stay in touch if he wanted, we'd never have sex again. It had been a one-time (well, nine-time thing) for that weekend but it was essentially "a fling" and repeating it would seem too much like having an affair. He agreed and thanked me for having allowed him so much enjoyment and pleasure while I could.



As the conversation wound down we both knew without words that we'd be heading to the bedroom to make love. I needed him more than I could express at that point and I think he needed to feel be inside me, to make love, to feel me climax around him and to fill me with his cum &#x2013; a reaffirmation of sorts of our love and the bond of our relationship.



Afterward we lay quietly in bed, catching our breath and quietly whispering as we waited for sleep to claim us. I again thanked him for the freedom he'd granted me. He thanked me for having taken advantage of it. And then he reminded me that I still had eight cards left...

