a wife sharing


Sue, my wife, joins me a few times a year when I travel for business.

I'd finished leading an American Management Association  seminar in New Orleans,
and my next seminar was scheduled  for Austin in 4 days. Sue came, since the Gulf
Coast was new to her. The French Quarter in New Orleans offered great music, but
the blatant public drunkenness  was not to our taste. Still, the room we had at
the Royal Orleans, overlooking Rampart Street, was beautiful --  a good start for
this trip.

I had decided we'd drive for this trip, exploring and enjoying the area.

We started westbound after the last day of the seminar -- that night found us
near Baton Rouge, at a Quality Suites Hotel, just before the connector joins 
Interstate 10.

The hotel wasn't the Royal Orleans, but was quiet, and nice enough. The door to
our 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  --  the chem lab, I
called it.

I flopped on the bed, tired, and looked around. The mirror above the sink was a
little too high to see the bed, from the bed. Too bad. Watching us in the mirror
would have made  sex  exciting.

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

Sue went out there. I followed, when she called. The balcony was dimly lit, and
quiet.

"Get the light, honey."

I reached into the light fixture, and loosened the bulb, so whatever  little
light there was, was  gone. It was almost completely  dark, and very private.

I took Sue into my arms, knowing in a little while we'd go to bed, and at least
at first, not to sleep -- too bad the mirror was so high.

After a moment Sue whispered "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 most of the room and the bed. "What a place for a
voyeur!"

I agreed in principle, but not in practice. "There's no way a voyeur could seen
in, honey, through that gap. If you wanted to be seen by a peeping Tom" -- that
was something we joked/fantasized about sometimes -- "we could leave the drapes
open, maybe someone  over in those woods could watch us."

That's the trouble with being a technical person -- problems are for solving.

Sue had a different idea.  "I'm not thinking of someone else watching us. I'm
thinking about you watching  me. When I joked about seducing that drunk who made
a pass at me last night, you told me to do it if you could watch. That made you 
pretty horny." I remembered the guy who grabbed her on Bourbon Street.

"That was only fooling around, and anyway, you got excited, too."

"Well, maybe this would be a good place to fool around  for real."

I get stupid when I'm horny. Blood rushes from my brain to my cock. I took that
first step -- it was a challenge. "I don't think you have the nerve, but you're
right: the idea of watching you seduce someone would make 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 turn my head, and look 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 make the pro-forma
denial,  but I was enjoying the idea of watching her, and she made it clear she
liked the idea of being watched. She shut her eyes, made the  "MMM, mmmmmm"
noises that means an orgasm started.

She continued to ride me, feeling me getting bigger in her. "Do you want me to do
my favorite perversion?" she asked, feeling me grow, feeling me ready to come.

"Yes, now," I grunted. I never understood that about Sue - she loved to go down
on me when I was about to ejaculate.

She lifted up, slid down the bed, slid down me, her hand found my cock, already
pulsing, then I felt her mouth over it, over me, already wet with her, her tongue
exciting me even more, one hand holding my scrotum, the other masturbating me. .
.

At last, empty, softening, she let me go, and snuggled beside me.

"I love doing that, I love the taste of  a man, of  you."

"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 wild, what would happen
if I do it?"

"What's got into you, Sue?"

"Nothing, at least not yet.  It's just an exciting thought. I see you looking at
other women, and I think I know what you're thinking. I've even looked at some
hunky men, and day dreamed. But I don't want to screw up our marriage -- I do
want to feel like a sexy,  exciting woman,  for me and for you. I'm trying to be
that, is that OK?"

I was getting horny again. "Just what would you do, to be a sexy, exciting,
woman, Sue? I mean, with someone else, not me."

Sue looked carefully at me. This was getting serious.

"Tell me," I prompted, "I want to know."

"Well, if I really got into it,  I guess I'd try to find someone nice and sexy,
and 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 you to watch, and besides, no one knows us here, we'll never be back.
Go out there, and look in."

I went out, wearing only a robe.

"I can't see you at all" Sue said. "Can you see me?"

I was a few feet from the window. "I can see all of the bed!. Let me move closer.
. ." --  now my face was almost at the gap -- ". . .can you see me now?"

"Just barely. . ."

She pulled the sheet from her body, rolled onto her back, her feet toward the
mirror, stretched -- what a sexy sight -- lifted one leg up, giving me a
wonderful view of  her pubic hair. Her hand went to her face, her fingers to her
mouth. . .

"How does that look to you? Can you see me from there? Is it sexy?"

By the time she asked the last question  I was already in the room, already
erect, and in a moment, in her -- again!!!

Later, Sue said  "It was fun to tease you when you were on the balcony. Did  you
like seeing  me naked on the bed  in here?"

"You bet!"

"Do you think it would be fun for us if I seduced someone in here with you
watching? Would you  like to see me to put on a sex show for you like that?"

"Could you do that, would it be safe?" I was excited by the prospect, there was
no denying that.

"No one knows us here, it's as anonymous as can be. You'd be right there, I'd be
safe. Would you like to see something like that, now that you're not horny?"

Well, my cock might not have been hard, but I was still horny, and the images Sue
was suggesting were getting to me. "God, it would give us something to remember,
wouldn't it?" I asked.  "After all, it's not like we were cheating, is it?"

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

We were quiet for a moment.

She broke the silence. "Pretend it was going to happen, and you were writing the
script. Exactly what would you like me to do?"

I closed my eyes, imagining the scene. My cock, like before, was in the driver's
seat. "My fantasy would be for 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. You'd
tease him. You'd take your time, be really sexy, and make it last. Maybe you'd
let him undress you, or you'd strip for him. There'd be lots of touching. Maybe,
it would  be like when we were first dating, you would just masturbate each
other. You wouldn't even have to be undressed. What about you? What would you
like?"

"Well, the idea of playing around, knowing you were watching, really is exciting
me. 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 I'd let him touch my breasts or something. And if was OK with
you, 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 in the dark room, nude, next to me, and thought about another man
seeing her like she was right now, and touching her. I answered by rolling back
on her, erect again.

We slept. In the morning, after making sweet love, Sue asked, as indirectly as
she could, what I'd like to do today. "Should we stay here, or drive on to
Austin?"

I'd let the fates decide, and called the front desk.

"Yes, Mr. Baker, you can have your room for tonight, too."

The room could be ours! No surprise, we decided to stay an extra day. Saying
there was sexual tension is an understatement. We made love again, 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 inner fire. We behaved like newlyweds all day,
holding hands, touching, maybe hoping to take the edge off our lust.

It didn't work. The sensuality, the excitement, and the risks were almost
overpowering, and they were compelling. The message, unspoken, was that this
night would be a turning night in our marriage.

We returned to find the lounge at the hotel pretty active, even though it was
only 7:30. The hotel serves complimentary cocktails, and guests were 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?" Sue asked.

"I'm scared" I said. "But God, I'm so turned on it hurts. So I'm saying -- do it.
I promise, no repercussions from me, so long as you agree there'll be none from
you, no matter what happens."

There was excitement in her eyes. "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 put on a
sexy show for you.  Let's see who says 'uncle' first. I'll tell you what. Let's
have a safety valve.  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, high cut panties, 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 with you,
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 bravado this was scary stuff we were considering.

"I will. I will go down. Go out on the balcony and get ready. Hey, I have a
different idea. Come on down to the lounge in a while," she said. "If nothing's
happening, maybe I'll pick you up. But, honey, if I'm talking to someone, let's
see what happens, OK?  You get to watch."

She put a green scarf around her neck. "If I find someone I think I might want 
to bring back here, I'll take this scarf off. Then, you had better rescue me, or
get up to the balcony before the show starts -- Mr. Voyeur."

She stoked my cock -- I was painfully erect -- and said "I guess that means you
like the idea."

"I'll see you in a while." The suite door closed behind her.

I had to masturbate to control my excitement, then went down 15 minutes later.
(No, it didn't take me 15 minutes to masturbate!) Sue was at the bar, talking
with a well dressed, dark haired, dark complexioned man. He might have been 40,
well built, and, damn it, handsome. Sue's 5-10, this guy was maybe an inch taller
than she was. I went to the bar next to him, showed my room key card,  got a
Rum/Coke, and eavesdropped a bit. "Well, Tom," I heard my wife say, "he won't be
back for a few hours, and I'm lonely. I'd like a little company 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.

The sofas were popular with couples, now each of the three in the lounge were
occupied. One of the other couples were in an embrace,  enjoying what little
privacy the dimly lit room offered.  Their kiss seemed natural and subtle, not
sexy or erotic.

I saw Sue sit close to Tom,  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. That WAS sexy and erotic. I saw her hand on his thigh as they kissed. That
was my shy, Boston high society wife?

They sat talking for a few minutes. Sue saw me over Tom's shoulder, and
deliberately closed her eyes, and  kissed his ear. I was horny -- again.

A 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 divorced for a year, and really doesn't
trust women, but she's been all over him. That woman's looking for some action,
and my buddy's going to provide it."

"Maybe," I said. "She does look good, doesn't she?"

"Very fungible" was the reply. His comment made me both excited and angry.

That was my wife he was talking about! Nevertheless, 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 drinks -- I knew Sue gets less
inhibited  with only two cocktails -- and I heard him tell his partner that he'd
meet him in their room later -- he hoped a lot later.

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 decided to
claim what was mine.

I got up from the bar, and began walking towards her, intending to take her to
the room. Sue, looking over Tom's shoulder, saw me coming, and when I was about 3
paces away reached up, and pulled her scarf from her neck!

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, kissed at his ear again, and handed him the scarf. My cock won
over my good sense, and I changed direction a little and walked out of the
lounge, went to our 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. To hell with fair. I took it and its tripod. I
went onto the balcony, full of lust, guilt, excitement, fear.

And with an erection.

I set up the camera, letting it run unattended, and waited.

A half  hour went by. I got angry -- where was she? Did she go to his room?

The lights came on in the suite. Sue came into the bedroom, 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. Remember I do
love you, but now, it's show time!"

She didn't notice the camera!

"Break a leg," I said, as she called out "I'll let you in, Tom. He's not in
here."

I heard the door open, then close. Tom came in, carrying two more cocktails. That
would be overkill! Sue took one, drank 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 -- a
mouth open kiss!

His hands were all over her back, rubbing from neck to ass. As the kiss
lengthened -- and that wasn't the only thing lengthening - - her hips were making
pushing motions against him. Hugging, kissing, being caresses  -- it was exciting
all three of us. She was being as uninhibited as she promised.

Then, Tom stopped. "What if your husband walks in?"

"No one can walk in, I set the deadbolt. When he left, I 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
asked, pushing at the coat, sliding it to his shoulders.

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

"Maybe a little. What I didn't want is to sit in the lounge all by myself. This
is much more fun."

By now he had his hands on her buttocks, and held her against him as he kissed
her. I loved it. He shed the jacker, and 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. "Maybe 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 shoes and tie, and lay
back on the bed, looking around the room, and while he stroked 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 "He'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, "here goes.  Just kissing a strange man with you watching is
really exciting me. Maybe I'll let him touch me, too. Just call when you've seen
enough."

"Yeah, do that. 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 an
hour and a half, at 10PM. 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. "I'd better  make a call."

He reached for the phone and called his own room. "I'll be there before 11," he
said. He listened a minute, looked at Sue.

"I'll ask her. Sue, my buddy wants to know, Did I get lucky tonight?"

Still looking at her, he said  "Yes, I do think I got lucky."

He made another call. "Will you make a wake-up call to this room at 9:30
tonight?"

"You sure cover all the bases, don't you?" Sue asked.

"Yep. We have only a little time, let's make the most of it," he said, 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,
very tentatively. He reached for it, and helped guide her, until she was stroking
him through his slacks. It was almost as if she was taking his penis's  measure.


He kissed her throat, and she tilted her head back, exposing it, 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 lots of
cleavage was visible, and when she moved, her breasts swayed and moved freely
under the loose, opened blouse. I knew Sue was usually 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.

Still, her "headlights" were very visibly poking through the blouse. She started
back to the bed, but Tom said "Oh, don't stop now."

"Yeah," I thought, "don't stop!"

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

She bent over, and ran her hands down her skirt 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 along 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  years ago, when we were dating!

There was a motion, then her hands began sliding down again. When they emerged,
her  panties came with them.

She stepped out of them.

"Can I have those?" Tom asked.

"Are you one of those guys who like to collect trophies?" she asked, 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. I'll
keep them," as they went into his pants pocket. This time when he kissed her, she
let herself be forced back, onto her back. She took his hand and guided it under
her blouse, to her breast.

I could see it move under her blouse, cupping her, then twisting at her nipple.
After a few moments, his head moved down, between her breasts. His head turned a
little, brushing her blouse away with his mouth, until it found a nipple.

She held his head there --"I like that," she said. I liked seeing it, too.

He nibbled at  her for a few minutes, her, with a hand behind  his head, holding
him to her, her other hand under her breast, lifting it to his mouth.

I saw him lift up, looking at her breast, then with both hands, push down on it,
spreading it, making her nipple stand upright, so that when he bent closer again,
he sucked as breast as he could into his mouth, his hands stroking, milking, his
mouth sucking, nursing, until he lifted up again.

"I knew I'd get milk. . ."

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! "Mmmmm, this is very nice," I heard her say, as she brought her leg,
covered by the skirt, up  over his hip.

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

"Stop, Tom," I heard, as she repositioned his hand higher.  His hand crept down
again, she reached back, and moved it up again.  I was getting upset: he was
pressing her, and she wanted him to stop.

Then, she said "Don't be grabbing like that, I'll help."

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.
She wasn't trying to make him  stop, but to make herself easier to touch! And
easier for me to see.

My own cock was throbbing again.


He was honoring her wishes, his had was still on her back. she took that hand,
and moved it so it was touching her leg beside her knee -- on skin!

"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 playing
the lonely wife role beautifully.

She took his hand and led it along her outer thigh, to about her naked hip.


She stopped kissing him, pulled her head away from his, and I could see him
watching her, as she guided his hand down over her hip, over her ass, toward her
cunt. As his fingers got closer, she moved her top leg even more over his hip,
effectively spreading her legs for him, and making access for his hand, and my
view, all the better.

I watched, fascinated, as that hand, those fingers, got closer, closer.

They were at her cunt!

Her body quivered, as I saw his fingers stroking her. Then, one disappeared, at
the same time she gasped.

"Oh, that's nice, Tom!"

"Sue, you're 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 finger
fucking 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,
touch me like that," she pleaded, and he

did

touch her

like that


for  what seemed like an hour, but couldn't have been more than a few minutes.

I heard her moan, and saw her body move in a small convulsion.

She had an orgasm with him just fingering her!

I have a hard time doing that to her. Maybe, I hoped, it was just the
circumstances, a new man, with me watching. .. I didn't know, and was starting to
feel really jealous.

Her body relaxed.

In a moment, so did his. 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. Now, let me do you." Her
hands went to his slacks, loosened his belt, then slid into his pants, as she
leaned over him, kissing his lips.

"I like kissing your lips. I think I'd like to kiss you all over." Her favorite
perversion!


Now I was willing to wait. I wanted to see that.

I saw movement under his slacks, as her hand moved there.

It was obvious she was touching him. "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. Why would
he object to a woman touching his cock?

Almost promising to kiss it?

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 his chest, well defined, with an Omega
shaped scar, almost a brand, on it.

"It's part of pledging at my fraternity," he said, as she ran her fingers along
the scar, then kissed it. Her hand  slid into the waistband his pants, towards
his cock, again. He stopped her again, saying "Wait." He finished opening his
slacks.

"Now, you can push them down."

Her hands found the waistband, and she pushed,  sliding 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 penis pointing at
its target.

"I haven't looked at a man in that state, except my husband, for a lot of years,
Tom."

He seemed to enjoy being looked at.

He pulled my wife nearer, took her left hand, and guided it to his cock. He
looked at her hand, saying  "Now, touch me."  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, a rejection of everything most
marriages stood for.

I didn't care! His naked body was now hard against her, his cock, with her hand
guiding it, was pressing into her skirt.

Tom pushed her away!

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

He said "Not like that. Stay there."

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

"Turn around."

She did, slowly.

"Strip. 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."

"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 white cock-teasers.  You've got the story you wanted to tell your
husband. I'm going."

She said "No! Don't go."

"This is new to me. Can you  . . . help me?"

He stood, cock at attention, and stepped to her.


Her face was alive with a shy smile.

He put his hands on her shoulders, and pulled. She stepped closer in response,
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!"

"I' m afraid. . ."

"Lift it for me," he ordered. Her own hands found the back of her skirt, lifted
it, until it was above her ass. His hands, dark against her skin, found her
buttocks, grabbed them, pulled her hard toward him. Her arms went back to his
cock, and his hands pulled at her, spreading her cheeks.

"That's better. Lift the front, too!"

I saw Sue bend  her lower body away from him a little. One of her hands held his
cock, and the other began pulling up the front of her skirt, higher, higher,
until her palm was on her belly, the skirt bunched above it.

I saw Tom pull at her buttocks, pulling her against him, his penis cock could
finally touch her body, not through her clothing. Then, she moved  again, and
both her hands went to his neck.

She was standing on tip-toe, his knees were slightly bent. She was facing away
from me, I could see her legs, slightly parted, and his cock between them!!!

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, up higher, against him, that cock
now along the slit of her cunt, feeing her heat.

"That's better," he said.

Sue later told me she could feel its heat, too, 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 skirt's clasp, 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 her ass and crotch. It hung from her shoulders,
barely covering her breasts, to just below her cunt.

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

"Tom, I've never done this  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, the cleavage between her breasts.

"I like the feeling."

I had often wondered what it would be like to have a woman 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.