New Story - Hot on the Gulf Coast

Ch 2


"What the hell's gotten into you, Hope? You're not seriously considering . . . .!"

"Honey, our sex hasn't been real good, lately. You know that. I see you looking
at attractive women all the time, and I think I know what you're thinking. I've
even looked at some hunky men, and day dreamed a little. It's human. But I don't
want to screw up our marriage - I just want it to be exciting, again, for both of us.
You did say we should try for excitement last night, and we should be uninhibited on
this trip. So, I'm trying to be uninhibited - is that alright?"

There I was, dick waving in the wind, strung up by my own ideas. Like I said, I get a
little stupid when I'm horny. More proof of that coming right up.

As we lay beside each other, we talked some more. "Just what would you
do?" I asked, stroking myself. "Well, if I *really* did do something, I guess I'd
try to find someone nice and sexy, either act single or maybe tell him my husband
isn't going to be back for a few hours, and let him pick me up and bring me back here.
A place like this would be great, with that balcony for you to watch from, and we'll
never be back here again. Admit it. It turns you on."

Okay, it did. And I did.

"Go out there, and look in."

I went out, wearing only a robe. Glad it was warm down there.

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

"I can see almost 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, two
fingers in her mouth. . . head bobbing. Yep, I was hooked!

"How does that look to you?"

But I was already in the room, already erect, and in a moment, in her!!!

It was over too soon. Premature ejaculation, and we had just had sex
a few minutes earlier!

A bit later, the talking began again.

"You know, it was fun to tease you when you were on the balcony. Do you like the
idea of me acting so uninhibited here?"

"You bet!"

"Seriously now, do you think you'd like me to put on a sex show for you, with
someone else? I mean, I know it's fun to talk about and all, but do you really
think we'd be OK if we really did it? Do you still want me to, now that you're
not so horny you can't think straight?"

You know that little voice that warns you when you're about to do something stupid?
Well I wasn't hearing anything but my cock talking right then.
Unfortunately, that's not where the brain is. Wrong head.

"God, it really would give us something to remember, wouldn't it?" I said.
"After all, it's not like we'd really be cheating on each other, is it?"

Hope looked at me in the dark room. "No. It wouldn't be cheating. If it
actually happened. It might be a lot of other stuff, though - twisted, warped,
and perverted, maybe, but not cheating. Question is, can you handle all
that other stuff?"

Good question there. Well, I - thought - I knew the answer.

Later, she asked "Exactly what would you want me to do. . . if I really did
it with another man?"

My cock, as usual, was in the driver's seat. "I guess maybe I'd like
you to play the wife on the prowl, so that way whoever you're talking
with knows this isn't a fall-in-love kind of deal, I couldn't handle that.
You tease him awhile. Take your time, you know, really make it last.
Maybe strip for him. And touching. Lots of touching. Or, maybe like
back when we were first dating, you could just
masturbate each other. You wouldn't even have to get undressed.
What about you? What would you like. . . if you really did it?"

"Well, I kinda like the idea of playing around and knowing you were watching.
It really gets me hot. Now, I've been true to you ever since I've known you, but
I have to admit sometimes I do like to pretend you're someone else. So, 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 it was OK with you, maybe I'd get a chance to do a little touching, too.
But if I really did something like that, though, would you get mad at me?"
I looked at her, nude, next to me, and thought about another man seeing her like
she was right now, and touching her, and her touching him.. I answered by rolling
back on her, erect and back in the saddle again. Yippe-ki-yay!

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

Ch 3



We returned to find the lounge at the hotel pretty active, even though it
was only 7:30. The hotel serves complimentary cocktails, and the guests
seemed to be taking great advantage of them. We went up to the room.
"Well, it's time to decide for real. Do I go downstairs, or should we go
back to bed and pretend?"she asked.

"Well, I'm a little scared" I said. "But God, I am so turned on it hurts. So I'm saying -
do it. I promise, no crap from me, ever, no matter what happens."

Still using the little head instead of the big one.
Testosterone poimistering, pure and simple.

"OK then, no more fooling around", she said. "My courage is up, I think I'm
game for this. Help me straighten out the bed, it looks like there was a
war in it. Now I'm going try to bring somebody back here and maybe put on a
sexy show for you. Like, kissing and hugging and touching and stuff.
We'll see who cries 'uncle' first. Take the cell phone, so I can call
you, or if you see something happening that you don't like, you just call the
room and say you'll be right up."

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

"Oh yeah. All day. Let's get your stuff picked up. I'm going from a respectable
married woman to maybe a tramp, in just one night. And *you* get to watch!
How 'bout that?"

She changed into a pretty printed full cotton skirt, a loose blouse, a
flimsy strapless bra, some high cut lace panties and no stockings. She looked
HOT, and the "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 stories I'd read about things like this, this was scary stuff
. . . for both of us. All three of us, if you include my cock. After all, he was running
things now. On second thought, he wasn't scared. He's never scared.
Just stupid.

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

She stroked my cock - I was painfully erect by now- and said "Well, I guess this means
you kind of like that last idea better. No rescue tonight?"

I had to masturbate to try to control my excitement, then went down 15 minutes
later. Hope was at the bar, talking with a well dressed, dark haired, dark
skinned man. He might have been 35, he was well built, and, damn it, handsome.
Hope's maybe 5-9, this guy was about two or three inches taller than she was. I went to the
bar next to him, showed the barman my room key card, and got a take, and
eavesdropped a bit. "Well, Tom", I heard my wife say, "I'm sure he won't be back
for a few hours, and he told me to 'enjoy myself' until then." I know she
was talking a little louder than she had to, just so I could hear. I could
also see she was aroused - at least her nipples were sure making their
presence known.

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

They went on for a few minutes. Hope peeked at me over Tom's shoulder, winked at
me, then blew in his ear, following with her tongue. I was seriously horny - again - still.
Whatever. All I knew was, my cock was now officially harder than a nine-pound
hammer and it was all from watching my wife with this stranger!
Testosterone poimistering. Had to be.

A very big black man, sitting a few seats away moved next to me when he saw
me watching all the action in the bar mirror. He said "That guy's my law
partner and buddy, and that woman with him is certainly not his wife. He's been
divorced for a year, and really doesn't trust women, but she's sure been rubbing all
over him. That woman's looking for some action, and looks like my buddy's gonna
be the lucky guy."
"Maybe," I said. "She does look good, doesn't she?"
"Very fuckable" was the reply. That comment made me excited and angry at the
same time. Nevertheless, I said "Let's take to his good luck, and 'hope' for some of our own",
and signaled the barman for another round.

Tom came back to the bar to pick up a couple of takes - I knew Hope gets
very passionate 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 Hope, gave her the take, offered a toast, and kissed her
again. I saw Hope, as their lips met, open her mouth to meet his. After a
few more minutes, I couldn't stand it anymore. It seems I wasn't ready to watch her enjoying
his company quite so much right in front of me, and besides, I figured I'd had enough sexual
release already.

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

Thanks for the heads up Fred. Yet another cracker from your archives. I like your style with them, a bit like Goodhusband, you put the devil into the details. It adds such an authentic touch. A great post.

Great story please continue
A. Smith

hot!!! continue please! any pics u like to share!!!

Okay, I'll give it a try. The story is fictional but this is close to what I imagine Hope to look like. Sort of Meg Ryan with better tits.

Hope

And this should do nicely for Tom, although I thought of him as a little older.

Tom

This isn't exactly the vargas girl I was thinking of (Alberto Vargas, by the way) but it's pretty good.

Vargas

Ch 7


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

She looked down along his body, his legs outside of hers. I saw her left
leg move, nudging him. He rolled to the side, a little, and she was able
to move her leg from between his, to the outside of his.

She moved her other leg, he rolled to the other side, and suddenly she
was spread out, wrists pinned to the bed, him between her legs, his cock,
already wet, pointing at her cunt, wanting to go in there, again.

Hope moved her knees apart and up, spreading her legs, and giving her hips
some mobility. She looked at his cock, tilted her pelvis, and lifted
her hips, moving, I was sure, to help his cock - this black stranger's cock
- find its way back into her - my wife's - cunt.

I was shocked at how much I wanted to see this continue. Hell, had I been in
the room, I probably would have guided it into her myself! Now there's an idea.

He let his weight down on her. I had a wonderful view down between their
bodies, saw his cock brush her pelvis, saw her adjust her position again, saw
it move down some more, and then, the head disappeared into her. I saw her twitch
and heard her, well, grunt as her pussy lips stretched to accept this intruding bulge.
then I watched his balls working their way up till they rested on her bush. I could just
see her blonde hair over his shoulder as she sort of bowed up and clutched him tighter
to her. I figured his cock head should be just passing her lungs by the way she was
acting and how she sounded.

His hips began flexing, driving into her. Hope looked up at him, watching him,
and matching him, thrust for thrust, hump for hump, urging him on and begging for more.

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

She was every bit acting like an expensive hooker who loved her work, and
who knew her job, now, was out to satisfy him. She pulled her hands loose,
and grabbed his ass. I saw her helping him drive into her.

"I want you to tell me when you start to come" she hissed, between his
thrusts.

In a moment he said "Now!!!"

Her hips raised to meet his thrust - then she pulled away, her hands on
his hips holding him in position, his cock exposed and wet and bobbing,
with a first white spurt reaching her pubic hair.

She pulled at his hips, pulling him forward. He moved up on her on his
knees, ejaculating on her belly, a little more on her breast, then on
her cheek, before her mouth got around him. Hope's hands left his hips,
wrapped around, hugging his ass again, as she pulled his pelvis to her face,
his cock into her mouth. Finally, she slid her middle finger right up his butthole!
He came so hard then his dick pulled out of her mouth and I swear he frosted
that pretty face! Damn! He must not have come for a year to have that much
stored up!

I heard her mutter "So is this the story you want to tell your buddies?"

"God", I heard him say, "you are fantastic", as he finally rolled beside
her. But Hope rolled with him, arms still wrapped around his hips, mouth
still sucking and licking at his crotch.

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

A few minutes later the phone rang.

She said "That's your wake up call. You'd better think about going. I
have a horny husband who will be here soon, and I want to get ready for
that."

"Doesn't he mind you doing this?"

"I don't think so, as long as I tell him all about it. I'll tell him you
were 'pretty good'," she said, then kissed his cock. It began responding
right away. Unbelievable. How does he do that? "Don't let's waste that"
she said. She pulled him near. He went willingly, although he said "I don't
think I have anything left." Me either. My arm's tired, my dick's sore, and my
balls ache. I hope he hurries up 'cause I'm a wreck.

Hope knew better. She lay beside him, and began gently stroking his cock while
kissing him. I saw him get harder, then his cock began pulsing, and he
was treated to one final small orgasm. Later, I reminded Hope that's all we
used to do when we were first dating, except she'd be mostly dressed!

I sagged into a chair on the balcony, totally spent. In a couple of
minutes I heard Hope talking. "Well, you came. Now you gotta go, Tom. I
got a good story to tell, and so did you. My husband will enjoy every
word." Hope pulled on a robe. "Can we meet again tomorrow? Can I have your
phone number?" he asked. "Sorry, Tom, no phone numbers. This was supposed
to be a one time deal - but it was a real good time for me."

"You really gonna tell your husband about this?" "You have no idea how
much he'll know - every detail", Hope said. "Weird white people" he said, as he kissed
her, his hand groping under her robe a final time. "If you're here tomorrow night, I'll help
you get an even better story."

"What could possibly be better than this?"

"Well, my partner could come, too."

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

He dressed, then left.

As soon as she locked the door, Hope ran to the balcony door, and rushed
into my arms. "How was it? Was I good? Are you mad at me?"

I said "I must have come 5 times, although at the end I was shooting
blanks. I am not mad, I am incredibly turned on, and you were wonderful."

"So, did you enjoy the show then?"

"Oh yes - let me fuck you and I'll show you how much I enjoyed the show."

"I've never been such a slut. I felt so naked as when I was riding him, knowing you
were watching. I don't want to do that again anytime soon, but what a turn on. I saw you
out there. Pervert!"

"Get in bed, Hope. I want to feel what it's like to fuck you while you
are still full of Tom. God, he sure could keep it up a long time!"

Hope laughed. "No he couldn't. Not really. He had to run to the men's room
when we were in the lounge so he wouldn't stain himself. That's why it took so
long for us to come up. And he came when he was fucking me, didn't you
see that? And a little just before he left. He couldn't 'keep' it up, but he sure 'got'
it up often enough."

We pulled the bed cover off - it was a mess. It was strange, feeling my sore,
well masturbated cock moving in my wife's sore, well fucked cunt. But the
excitement was intense, the sex wonderful. We switched from making love,
to having sex, to loving, and back, again and again that night. Amazing.
Apparently Tom's not the only one to keep getting it up.

Then she asked "Honey, you think we could stay here another night?"

ch 8



Sorry, readers, we decided not to stay that extra night. We had a good enough story, and
we knew we were pretty lucky -- wife watching doesn't often turn out as perfectly
as this did. Still, I have to admit, I've often fantasized about just what might have
happened if we had stayed . . . . . yeah, you too.

The rest of the trip was both successful professionally, and amazing sexually. Not
a night, not a morning went by without us talking about what happened, then acting out
what happened, and in general behaving like a couple of kids who just discovered
how much fun sex was. She was absolutely insatiable and I was hoping to die from
massive sexual overdose. Just not too soon.

No other hotel offered the same opportunities that Quality Suites did, or at
least we didn't take advantage any such opportunities. We also decided that kind of
fun has to be reserved for special occasions, far from home. "Only on
the other side of the Mississippi River," we agreed was a good limitation.

Some reader is sure to point out that both Baton Rouge and New Orleans are east of
the Mississippi, which only goes to prove that our knowledge of geography ends
somewhere in Alabama

Months went by, then a year, We used the erotic stimulus of 'Baton Rouge' pretty often,
but Hope was getting worried about something.

"Are you sure you're not even a little bit mad at me for 'Baton Rouge'?"

I proved in every way I could that just because I shared her, I didn't feel I had to have sex
with another woman to somehow get even. Wouldn't have been a bad idea, but by now I
was pretty fucked-out. Too much of a very, very good thing. Be careful what you wish for.

Then this happened.

Hope had gone to "Iron City" - around here that means a trip to Birmingham, Al. - to present a
paper at a professional conference. As was her custom, she stayed with her old college room
mate and her husband.

I had a call the evening Hope was due home. "Honey, Jan (the ex roommate) is
having some problems, and asked me to stay an extra night. OK with you?" Well, it
really wasn't, but there wasn't much I could do about it. Interestingly enough, I had
never met Jan, or her husband Rich, even though Hope visited there about once a
year for the 15 or so years we're married. Hope tells me she's pretty, though

Don't get the wrong idea. I trusted my wife then, and still do now.

Hope came home the next day, and as was our custom, we were holding each other
and talking in bed. I asked about Jan's problems.

"Honey, Rich and Jan are bored with each other. She told me their life is just so
damned predictable it's driving both of them crazy. It looks bad for them."

"Too bad. So sad. Let's fuck!"

"I know we agreed to never tell anyone about what we did in Baton Rouge. Can I
tell Jan? Maybe something like that would liven up their sex lives like it did ours."

"I've never even met them in 15 years, and probably won't ever meet them, so go ahead if you
like. You'll have to face their knowing you \- or I guess we - had a one night fling, not me."

"Thanks, honey. I think just knowing there's things they can do to make things more
exciting will help them. Now, speaking of which,do you remember how it looked when I
took my blouse off in front of Tom, while you watched from the balcony . . .".

A couple of nights later, again in bed, Hope wanted to talk. "I talked with Jan about
what we did," she said, "and it turns out they talked about doing something like
that, too. Rich told her she could do anything she wanted, so long as she took
plenty of pictures. But he doesn't want to be anywhere around if it happens."

"No problem," I said. "Take a cam corder or something, and a tripod, find an
interesting guy, and everyone wins. So what's the problem?"

Hope cuddled closer.

"Honey, you see, Jan just won't go out and find herself a stud."

"Well, you did. Maybe you can find one for her, or she can make up a story, instead."

"Actually we came up with a different idea. Your birthday is next month, and so is Rich's."

"Sorry. I don't want to have some kind of birthday party with a guy I don't know, with the
idea of somehow saving his marriage! Try Dr. Ruth or something"

"That's not the idea. Jan said she'd like to get Rich some pictures, or maybe a video, and give
them to him for his birthday."

"Now that, sportsfans," I said, "is really guts football. 'Here, honey, here's a birthday present -
it's a video of me humping some stranger. Oh, and many happy returns.' Yeah, right. And besides,
what's that got to do with MY birthday? I don't want a video of her - or you - screwing around, thanks all the
same. Of course if it were you AND her, well. . . . "

She just stared at me like I had three heads.

"God, for a smart guy you're really dumb sometimes. We want your help, genius."

"We???"

"Well, I told her I'd help, and you would, too. To begin with, we have to make sure Rich is
serious about what he says."

"If you'd ease up on what you're grabbing, I could think more clearly. Cuts off the red to my brain, you know."

I had an idea.

"Hope - I'll draft a disclaimer for him to sign. He'll have to video tape himself reading
and signing it at the start of the actual tape Jan will use. It should drive him crazy,
because he'll know maybe something is going to happen if he signs it, and not
know when. If he doesn't sign, he'll have to just shut up. If he does, it'll be right on the
tape, so he can never say he didn't mean it."

"Great idea. Do it. Now, dirty old man, here's your reward. Do you remember
when I squatted over that guy's erection while you were watching, and did this . . ."

I just love Baton Rouge.



more soon

The next day, I put a draft of an agreement in the bathroom for Hope to read before
bed. It went something like this:

"I, Richard H- have asked my wife to make a pornographic video tape including her,
and not me, on the same tape being used to record me sign this. I promise that

1: My wife will always have custody of the tape

2: Only she and I are allowed to see it, unless she agrees otherwise.

3: I will never discuss this tape, or anything associated with it, with anyone, ever,
without my wife's specific permission.

4: It can't be used for any purpose except to enhance sexual pleasure between the
two of us.

5: The taping, if it's done, must be made within 4 weeks of the date I sign this."

She came into the bedroom with it in hand.

"Do you think he'll sign this?"

"Hope, when he sees that, especially if he signs it, he'll be so horny he won't be able
to see straight."

"Honey, that's wonderful. I'll email it to her tomorrow."

"Now, where's my reward for all that hard work?"

"Well, it can start by you telling me just what you were thinking when I was kneeling in
front of Tom, you know, like this, and moved his knees apart, like this, and then did this. . ."
She began licking my shaft up and down, stopping to tongue the head every few passes. Her hands
were clasped behind her back like she was handcuffed or something. I swear, I don't think my cock
has ever been bigger or harder than right then. After about ten minutes of exquisite *** she finally
put her lips together on the tip of the head and slowly, ever so slowly began sinking her mouth down
it. After an eternal instant (if you know what I mean) those lips began a slow ascent back to the top
only to repeat this cycle again and again with the addition of a wildly gyrating tongue beating against
my cock and wrapping around it like a fiery eel. I know she could feel me approaching my climax
because she pulled me out of her mouth (with a loud pop) and began sucking the sides again.

"Now, (slurp), 'TOM',(slurp, lick,lick,slurp), I want you to grab my (slurrrrp) head with those strong
BLACK hands and fuck my married white mouth the way my husband never could. (Mmmmmm)
come on an skull fuck this white whore like you owned her. Give me that big black dick, right down
my throat."

Well, that just about did it for me. I fucked her face like there was no tomorrow and when I came
I poured enough cum down her throat to impregnate the state of Georgia....and Florida, too.

Ch 10



A week later, Jan called Hope. Hope told me Jan and Rich were having a much better
time together. Sex hasn't been as good for years. They were experiencing pretty much
what we did when we first talked about our "outside the usual envelope" sex adventure.

Rich, Jan said, has the agreement and a cam corder nearby, and just looking at it
gets him so excited he can't keep his hands off her. " 'course, we both think
he'll never sign it," Hope told me.

"So, just the idea of it is working," I said. "Good, that was easy."

A week later the phone rang. It was Jan, for Hope.

Hope came in after talking with her, face flushed, grinning a little nervously.

"This is a bit scary, Tony. Jan said she asked Rich what he wanted for his birthday, and he
just handed her the signed agreement and tape."

"Wow. Called her bluff, I guess. I don't know, does she have the nerve to actually go out and
do something like that?"

"Honey, if you ever heard us 'talk' about sex when we were room-mates you'd think we were
majoring in orgies. But, in reality, it was mostly just talk, although when we were serious
about someone, well, it wasn't ALL talk."

"Look, I know the difference between sensuality and love. I know you do, too. But does
she? After all, it is hard to seperate a whole set of emotions from the act of fucking."

"Well, I don't know what she's going to do, but she's going to have to do something. He's
called her on it now."

"Well, Shug', maybe you'll just have to coach her in the art of seduction. If you can teach
her to be like you were, she'll blow Rich's socks off. Now that I think of it, she'll probably blow
something else, too. All this talking about sex is making me horny. Let's practice your
seduction on me, now. . . show me that 'shirt-tail' act again."

A couple of days later, Hope made an announcement. Seems Jan was going to be
spending a few days with us soon. "She wanted to be away from Atlanta, to talk this
whole sex gift thing over with me, permister to permister," Hope said.

"That's just fine. Great. Here I thought I'd never meet them, now you've told them
about what we did in Baton Rouge, and now she's coming here. I can't get involved in
marriage counseling for this woman. And I don't think I like someone else knowing what we
did in Baton Rouge. That was supposed to be just for us."

"Yeah, well it's a little too late to worry about that now," Hope said, stressing the obvious.

Arrival day. Hope met Jan at the airport, and drove her home in time for dinner.

What a surprise! My wife is blond, 5' 10" or so. Jan might just make 5 feet, and
couldn't weigh 90 pounds. She had to be Hope's age (40) but looked 30. Also blond,
long hair, and so cute it hurts. Oh, yeah, did I mention she was stacked? Happy days.

"Well, they did call us the long and short of it in school."

Jan at dinner proved to be a charming, lovely woman - no surprise, and in those
dimensions at least, much like my wife.

"Jan, what Hope and I did worked for us, but I have no idea if it would for anyone else,
so be careful," I told her at one point. "We think we know how to separate in our
minds the sensual sexy stuff from real love-making. In fact, sometimes we'll say `this is
just fucking' if we want only the physical part."

"I think I understand." How could a woman who's thinking about video taping a one
night stand with a stranger blush when I said fuck? It was charming, and demure, and sexy as
hell and my cock began to stir a little in my pants. Down boy. Sit.

Jan showed me their cam corder, and Hope wanted to try it out, too. We played with it
for a while, being silly, and frankly, just getting to know each other. We had nice
wine, a fire going - just a wonderful time. Sit, I said, SIT!

Much later, Jan looked at Hope, and said "He'll do just fine - he's just as nice as you
said."

"I told you so", was Hope's response.

"Huh?" was mine. Not too bright, huh? In my defense let me say the red was rushing
to my head, and not the one with a brain in it. Also, I was deep into a really(!) good
fantasy right then and wasn't listening closely.

Hope put the camera on its tripod, and told me "It's just girl talk. I'll tell you all about it
later."

Jan, yawning, said "I've had a long day, and I'd like to get ready for bed."

Hope took her to our guest suite (a fancy name for a bedroom with an attached
bath), I went to our room, got on pajamas (we had a guest, if she called I wasn't
going to run around naked, I'd like to, but I wasn't), and I crawled into bed.

A half hour later, Hope came from our bathroom, wearing a robe over what
looked like a nightgown I hadn't seen before. Immediately my cock responded by
getting harder. I actually started fantasizing about HER. She turned on the CD, and
Segovia's romantic Spanish guitar music filled the room.

She sat beside the bed. "So, do you like her?"

"Yeah, she's kinda cute, and she has a permisteralitya lot like yours. You know, if I didn't love you so
much, and if she wasn't married, well, who knows?"

Hope took a deep breath. "Good. (long pause) I gotta tell you something. Back when we
were room mates, Jan and I often talked about doing something really. . . . erotic, sometime.
We talked about it again last week, and. . . decided this is the something, and the sometime is now."

"Huh?" Damn, I'm brilliant sometimes.

"Tomorrow's your birthday, but you're going to get your gift tonight. And I 'really' think
you're gonna like it."

I heard the bedroom door open, and Jan came in, also wearing a robe, and carrying
the camera.

"Uh oh."


more soon

This is how I imagine Jan.



Fred

Ch 11


Things started out slowly.
Jan set the camera down behind me, facing Hope, and turned it on.

"Well?" she asked, looking at Hope," Is it okay?"

"Oh, I think he'll cooperate. Honey, this is your birthday present," and, looking into the
camera, "and your present too, Rich."

Hope motioned Jan closer, and I saw her robe didn't close with a sash, but a red satin
ribbon, the way a gift would be wrapped. And so did Hope's! Happy birthday to me!

"Ever since we were room mates, we talked about what it would be like for the
two of us to get totally crazy with a guy. . . . together. You "- and looking into the camera -
"and you too, Rich - are the lucky guys. You're both going to find out. Uh, and so will we."

Hope moved over behind to her little ex-room mate and looked at me and the camera over Jan's
shoulder.

"I'll help unwrap the first part of your present," she told me. She stood behind Jan, reached
around, and pulled at the ribbon.

Jan's robe fell open, revealing a small black camisole. Her body was swaying in time
with the music. Jan moved the robe to her shoulders, down her arms, and to the floor.
I saw a shadow of pubic hair, nice breasts, erect nipples under the flimsy
thing she was wearing.

"Isn't this just a perfect little body?" Hope asked, as her hands moved from Jan's neck, over
her breasts, and met at her crotch. I couldn't believe it as I saw one of my wife's
hands glide between Jan's legs, palm up, fingers probing . . . well, well, well.

Jan stopped her, though, and turned to Hope. Soon Hope's robe was open, too, and
descending to the floor in a white puddle of silk.

"I can't remember how many times we were in our room, dressed like this, and
once even did some kissing and touching and pretending and talking about what it
would be like if we had a real man we wanted to share," Hope said. She was wearing
about the same thing Jan was but in white. It's no surprise that my wife was blushing, all
over. Rich, when he saw this, would see, through the thin material, my wife's body,
too. I'm sorry to say I found that an exciting thought but it was far from the only one I
was having right then.

"Yeah, but until tonight sharing a man was only talk," Jan answering the question I
wanted to ask before I asked it,"hot, sexy talk".

Hope took Jan's hand, and brought her to the bed. I was under the sheet, but my
erection was pretty evident. My mind was racing and my pulse was trying its' best
to catch up. I was afraid I was going to die before we even got started.

Hope put her fingers that were briefly in Jan in my mouth. "Does she taste like me,
honey? Different?"

She didn't wait for an answer. She pulled away the sheet and sat on one side of me.
"Go sit over there," she told Jan, motioning to the other side of the bed,"let's get
started".

"Your turn, loverboy." she said to me. They both peeled back the sheet, exposing
pajamas bottoms not doing a good job hiding my erection.

Hope unbuttoned my pj tops, then each woman, working on a sleeve, peeled it off.

I LIKED THIS!!!

We all three looked down at a hairy triangle of hair vanishing under my pj
bottoms, and the evidence of my excitement.

"Lift up a little, honey".

Hope began sliding my pj bottoms down over my hips. The elastic waistband hung
up on my penis, then began sliding over it, revealing first one inch of shaft, then
another, and another.

I REALLY LIKED THIS!!!

My mind was - what do the military call it? "overtaken by events." This wasn't
something I ever considered, but faced with the reality, my body was making its
wants known. The two women, and the camera, saw that.

I looked at Jan, who was in turn staring at my crotch, and at what was being exposed
there. Her hand came over, almost sorry, and lifted the elastic, freeing me.
I felt her wrap both her small hands around the shaft.

"Oh, Hope," Jan said, "I'm afraid. It looks a little too thick for me. Honey," she said,
looking into the camera, "do you think ALL that will fit in me? I am kind of small and I'm
not used to something this. . . . BIG."

I looked at Jan - I had not been this naked in front of a woman except Hope for a long
time - as she looked down at my body. I was enjoying this, a lot. My cock, for that
matter, was nodding its head, too.

Hope moved to the side of the bed, pulled at the pajama legs until I was free of them.

"Don't just stand there, collect your present," Hope said, as she moved to adjust
the camera. "Don't forget, you've still got more presents to open tonight."


more soon

how do you like it so far?

I was acting instinctively, now.

I sat at the edge of the bed, Jan was standing right in front of me. I remembered watching Hope stand
that way in front of the guy she used in living out our fantasy. I reached to Jan's shoulders, pressed them
downwards. She knelt willingly. I leaned back on my elbows, grinning, and my erect cock went vertical.

Jan looked at the camera, and Hope, and said "Watch this, Rich. I'm going to suck Tony's big cock.
I'm going to suck it till it shoots and then swallow all his sperm. Or maybe I'll let him shoot his spunk
all over my face. Your - Wife's - Face. Oh, and, Rich? I'm going to 'love' doing it 'cause it's so big and
hot and hard in my hand. I'm . going . to . enjoy . every . second . of this. Hope you do. Is this what you
wanted to see, darling? Well then, watch close."

The camera and my wife were to our side. Jan eyes were looking first into the camera, and maybe thinking
about her husband watching us, then down at my erection. I watched her slowly lower her head, and I could
see her little pink tongue reach out, and feel it begin to caress the side of my penis. The camera was
watching, too.

She looked up at me, smiled, and while holding my cock just licked it like a lollipop, from base to head and
back again. But when her head moved down again, her mouth was open, and I was in it. I could feel her
actually sucking hard, head bobbing, tongue swirling around. She was pretty damn good at this!

I looked at my wife, who was watching her good friend go down on me, one hand movingin her crotch.
I could see she was enjoying the voyeurism as much as I was enjoying the sensations. Now, maybe,
she would understand the kind of pleasure I had in Baton Rouge.

After a minute or two - only in porno movies can someone stand THAT for an hour - I pulled myself up
and took Jan by the hand, brought her to the bed. She actually looked disappointed. She may have
wanted me to shoot in her mouth but me and my cock had other ideas. Dirty ones.

I lay her on her back, feet (and other parts) towards the camera.

I sat beside her, and Hope came over too, and sat on the other side.

"Jan, my dear, I believe you are over-dressed", I said.

She looked at Hope, almost asking permission. After seeing a nod, she sat up, said to the camera "I sure
hope this is want you wanted, honey", and slipped her garment over her head.

And lay down on her back again, one arm across her breasts, another at her crotch.

This small body, these perfect breasts, excited me. I leaned over her, only to have Hope take my head and
push me toward her friend's breasts. As I got closer, Hope said something like "don't hide yourself, Jan."
The hand covering her breast moved up to my neck, and drew me down.

As my tongue played with her little acorn of a nipple, one hand began exploring her
other breast, the other hand she moved to - and in - her mouth. Her arms were no longer defensive,
one holding my hand as she sucked at my fingers, the other stroking my still wet cock.

I heard Jan take a sudden intake of breath, as though she had a mild shock. It seemed a little early for
an orgasm. I looked up at her, and saw a red, flushed face, and felt her body jerking in little spasms.

Then I looked down, and saw two of my wife's fingers buried, and probing, in Jan's cunt! Hot Damn!
Lezzie action!

I looked at Hope in amazement. "Jan and I agreed there'd be no limits. We did this a couple of times
in college, and I wondered what it would be like to do this to her with a man in the bed. Look at how lovely
and sexy she looks when she comes for me."

And she did, just a picture of erotic pleasure, with her best friend's fingers, and now her best friend's husband's
fingers, too, exploring her. The camera was seeing all of it - her shortness of breath, the sheen of persperation
offering highlights all over her small body, the sensual movement of that body as it responded to my touches,
and to Hope's. And all the time, her hand continuing to pump my cock.

I was sure no camera had ever captured as sensual a picture. Her whole body was flushed, quivering. I couldn't
help myself, found myself bending over, and letting my mouth go where my hand was. Jan kept muttering

something about "no limits", and her legs moved apart, making it easier for my mouth to cover her.

Folks, if you want to experience something too erotic to describe, you've got to feel what it's like to have your

tongue,and your wife's fingers, both buried in someone else's vulva. Hope's fingers would touch a spot, get a

response, then guide me there. I tasted Hope's fingers, Jan's juices. . .and remembered that sometime soon

Jan's husband would be watching this video of her on the bed, legs wide apart, with Hope's fingers, and my

mouth, on her and in her and coming like a freight train. All for a couple of relative strangers. I almost envied

him.

Almost. But I wouldn't have traded places for anything.

Sexual release wasn't the goal anymore - erotic behavior was. Sexual pleasure was, both the giving of it, and

receiving it.

Release my not have been MY goal, but Jan got there with a huge shuttering orgasm, almost a convulsion.

My cock was leaking fluid by now, it wanted the comfort of a cunt and soon. I pulled away, and moved between

Jan's legs, only to be told to change my position so the camera could see, too. Yeah, what she really wants is

to direct!

Now Jan was on her back in front of me with her pelvis tilted slightly up, I was kneeling between her spread

legs, with Hope and the camera watching from the side.

I leaned forward, my cock insisted on that (I know who's in charge). Jan reached to provide last minute course
corrections, but then came the next too-erotic-to-describe experience.

"Here, I'll do that", Hope said, putting one hand on my target's lips, and spreading them with her fingers a

little, while her other hand brought the head of my penis to them, then between them.

Can't keep up with you Fred. Wonderful tale.

Ch 13



"Now, honey, take your present" Hope said. Jan was using body language: her feet
were flat on the bed, legs bent, knees apart, raising her pelvis, 'presenting' her
cunt to a cock belonging to her friend's husband, and having that friend guide that
cock to her, while knowing that her husband would be able to watch this too,
and no matter what, not be able to stop it from moving ahead.

She was so wet, but at first, so damn tight, that I thought the skin of my cock would be
peeled off as it entered.

"Push harder" Jan said.

"Oh, God, Rich, I hope you like seeing another cock in me, after all the years it's
only been yours," Jan said, "OH, SHIT, that's too-ooo big!!!"

That other cock finally did get in, but it was a struggle!

After a few minutes, the sensations dropped from 12 on the Richter scale to
just sensational. Jan's hand was coaching my penis where to go, where to touch. It's
one of my own special perversions, but watching fingers with wedding rings touching
penises not part of that marriage really excites me. Okay, so I'm a little sick that way.
Sue me.

Hope was just sitting, watching my erect penis, now very wet, move in and out her friend.
She had a strange look on her face.

Some minutes later, she said "Honey, I feel like we are kind of even now, for what
I did before. I want to try something. Jan, can he take you from behind?"

We uncoupled, Jan rolled over, raised herself on hands and knees, and looked
into the camera - it was to the side. "Keep watching, Rich. He's going to fuck me
doggystyle, the way you like to."

I moved behind her, took her hips in my hands, and once again my cock found her
tight little slit. I cycled her hips in and out, and watched her small ass bump against my
pelvis with each pull. Her hips were so small the motions were almost like
masturbating, but masturbation ain't never had such a wonderful tightness, and wetness,
and warmth.

Hope moved in front of Jan, and said "Pay attention, Rich." She pulled off her
camisole. Now Rich would see as much my wife as anyone ever did.

"Like we did to each other once in college, Jan?" she asked.

"Can (uh) you do that with (uh) him doing that? Don't stop, Tony."

What were they talking about?

"I'll be able to watch up close."

"Yes, (hmph) do it", Jan told her.

Do what?

Hope rolled onto her back in front of us, and moved her head under Jan's, her legs
pointing away from us.

Jan stopped moving into and away from me, now my hips were doing all the moving. I
looked down, and saw Jan's ass, and below it, my erect penis, glistening, moving
in and out. Ejaculation wasn't far away, now, let me tell you.

Jan's head moved down - they kissed! "I always wondered what it would be like to
kiss you like that," Jan said.

"Now you know."

Hope began moving under Jan.

I saw her stop when her mouth was about under Jan's breast. I could tell her mouth
was reaching upward. I know I saw Jan's head lower to one of Hope's breasts, while I
think Hope was tonguing Jan's. At least, there were some new components in
Jan's movements now, it wasn't just being driven by my pelvis banging into her ass,
or my cock filling her cunt. Although, at that particular moment, I'm not really sure I
would have noticed if her hair had caught fire, My cock and balls were in the driver's seat
and it was 'full speed ahead'. Still, it did bring up one unexpected problem.

Controlling ejaculation while this was going on was not going to be at all easy, but even that
was nothing compared to what happened next.

Hope began again to squirm her way further under us. In a moment I felt her head bump
into my thighs. I opened them a little, and soon felt her breath, her fingers, or maybe her
mouth, playing with my scrotum, while my cock continued to move inside Jan. Jan's dripping
pussy now only inches from her face. My cock pistoning in and out with my balls bumping Hope's
nose and dragging back and forth across her lips. Her tongue reaching out and . . . . .

Think about baseball. Think about baseball. Think about baseball.

Jan was supporting herself on her knees and hands. Hope's body was between Jan's
arms. Jan looked down, along their rubbing bodies to see what Hope was doing.

She saw.

"Hope, remember what we used to talk about?" she asked. There was a pause in
Hope's oral activities, and then she responded. "I remember. I think it's something Rich
would like. Me too. Remember, we said no limits tonight, no limits at all".

Jan turned her head, and actually stuck her tongue out at the camera, turned a
little more to look at me over her shoulder and smiled.

"That feels so good, but poor Hope's only giving, not getting," she said. "Let's fix that."

She moved from holding herself up with her hands, to her elbows, one on either
side of Hope's hips. I watched as she tilted her head to one side so I could watch, brought
her hands to either side of Hope's vulva, and spread the lips.

Hope was so wet, and her engorged clitoris was standing there, very exposed.

"You can help, too, Tony."

I couldn't help myself. Pushing hard into Jan, I reached around her head, and put
my hand on her wrist. "That's the idea," she said, as I slid my hand over hers, to
my wife's cunt, and began stroking her. This was beyond any sex I had even dreamed of.
I didn't come yet, and yes, I am proud of that because I can't imagine why not.

Hope's legs spread, her knees came up, and I suppose she couldn't help tilting her
pelvis to make herself even easier to see and touch.

Jan looked over her shoulder again at me. I nodded, and she smiled. She turned so
that she could look into the camera, and with her head still to the side, lowered
herself until she could bite at my wrist. She moved a little, head downward now, and I
felt her bite at the back of my hand, which was still over hers.

Another movement, and I felt her mouth and tongue on my knuckles, which were
just over Hope's cunt.

There was a final movement.

I felt her tongue follow my fingers into Hope, and begin working there.

Hope went rigid and I lost it, right then and there.

I didn't even try.

I couldn't help myself, I began erupting into Jan and I came until my balls hurt.

Jan moved forward, and had her head well between Hope's legs now, and was
moaning, too. My thrusts were making her head move along my wife's vagina,
everything was happening at once. Jan was licking Hope, I was fucking Jan like it
was my very last fuck on earth, Hope was licking me AND Jan and I came so much and
so hard I nearly blacked out. Just not as young as I used to be. Hell, I was never
young enough for that kind of explosion!

Hope later told me there was cum everywhere, including some that squirted back out on
her, almost as good as her favorite perversion, she told me later.

I sagged to the side, in erotic overload, taking Jan with me. All three of us, Jan in
the middle, were in an embrace, for what seemed like a long, long time. Later, Hope
told me she came when I did, and so did Jan. I was too distracted to notice, and -
shame on me - way too selfish at that point to care.

Somehow it became my turn in the middle, with two women stroking and kissing me.

It didn't take too long before my cock began filling again. Frankly, I didn't expect that to
happen again for at least a week!

When it was mostly erect, both women moved down to my cock which I will now name Lazarus.
I saw Hope's hand take control, move it to her mouth, while Jan licked at and under my balls.
Have you ever had a small pink tongue licking your asshole while your wife is wet slobbering all
over your knob? I highly recommend it. But see your cardiologist first. Then Hope offered my cock
to her friend, and her small mouth went over it while Hope frenched me and sucked my nipples.

At last Hope straddled me, and lowered herself onto me, while Jan watched, fingering herself
and stroking my chest.

We moved together for a few minutes. Hope rose and fell, exposing, then accepting, a
well used, wet cock. This wasn't just sex. This was making love. Hope began making the
"MMMM mmm" noises I knew meant she was having an orgasm. So was I. It didn't matter
who was watching or who might be watching this later. What happened earlier was erotic, sensual.
What was happening now was why we marry people - two people, in love, loving.

Jan, afterwards, said it best. "That, boys and girls, was the REAL thing."

Somehow, it all ended (finally) with little Jan huddled with her back to Hope, spoon
position I guess it's called. And Hope, who was wrapped around Jan, was in turn wrapped
by me.

Our bedroom, with the lights out, is beyond dark, it's black. We fell arelax, Jan
embraced by Hope, Hope embraced by me. It was hard to tell where one of us ended
and the other began.

At one point I awoke with an erection, and with a little motion, found a nice place to
put it.

I awoke again to find my hands being held to breasts, sometimes Hope's, sometimes
Jan's. At another time a hand would stroke my penis, or my hand would find a vagina,
sometimes with another hand already there, enjoying the moisture, and warmth.

I couldn't help it, I kept humming, "Happy Birthday to Me. . . . "

By itself that time would pass for world class sensuality, but in these
circumstances it was afterplay, and friendly, erotic, and in a way I can't quite
explain, loving, too.

The sun rose, we awoke, embarrassed, I guess, by what happened.

Then Jan, bless her, broke the mood. "Let's not forget an important part of this.
Let's go to the video tape!"

Production values stank. Audio was awful. But it was pornographic. And erotic.

"Rich will love this - I hope" Jan said.

"Do we get a copy?" I wanted to know.

"Nope. It's my tape. In fact, even if you come down to meet Rich, Tony, I don't
think I'll show it. I hope you don't mind, but I don't want to get into swapping or
anything. I promise that only Rich and I will ever see this again."

"Well, Jan, we did it. We did a sex show, who would have though it would have
happened so many years after we talked about it?"

Jan left that morning, with her husband's birthday present.

Later that week Jan told Hope Rich loved it! Things were going well between her and
Rich, but that although Hope (and I) could visit, RON's (pilot talk for Remain Over
Night) are probably not a good idea. Even Rich said that would be too tempting, and
too disturbing.

Got a little more if you're interested
Fred

It's been a great story so far, of course you have to continue!

Thanks for waiting. Now we start one more adventure.

Fred



Ch 14



Although we talked about it, we decided our occasional visits to Birmingham
would be best if they didn't include visiting Jan and Rich. Hope was pretty sure it would
be a bad thing to overnight there anymore, with or without me. That video, seen once,
was enough for us.

About three months later, I had to spend a couple of days in Memphis. Hope's office
wasn't too busy, so with a bit of rearranging, she was able to come with me.

It was supposed to be a straight forward few days in high level meetings, with
enough time during the day for Hope to enjoy a city she had never visited, and
time at night for us to enjoy each other. There'd be no fooling around, "Memphis's
on our side of the Mississippi."

Sometimes even the best intentioned plans fail, though.

We arrived in Memphis very late, and as luck would have it, there was a screw up
at the hotel. The Guaranteed Late Arrival room no longer existed. "Better Living
Through Computers", yeah, right.

We were limoed to a sister hotel that had reamisterable accommodations.

We checked out the room, it had a king bed, non smoking, and nice enough for a
single night.

As we had the luggage brought up, we noticed there was a nice looking
restaurant in the hotel. I was ready for that.

Hope freshened up - I don't know why, she never looks bad, or hassled, at times like
these. She did what she had to, and down we went.

Dinner was fine.

I noticed, though, a man, eating alone.

Having traveled on business enough I know one of the bummers of business
travel is finishing a day's intensive work, dealing with interesting and intelligent
people all at high energy, then being alone that night.

There was more to it than that, though. This man kept glancing at us, but would
quickly look away when he saw me looking back.

He was well dressed, looked to be as tall as me (an inch or two over 6 feet) but
there any comparimister ended.

I'm 185 pounds, or so. He was 225, and not fat. I'm white, he was black. His face
looked like it had been hacked of ebony, or chiseled from a tough black marble. Very
rugged, very handsome, If he was younger, I'd have guessed he was a pro
football player.

The meal ended, Hope had one of the two cocktails she allows herself in an evening.
Three usually means no inhibitions, and fun.

We started for our room, but in passing the lounge we heard what had to be live
music - of the kind (slow) we like to dance to.

Hope is at my side while I'm typing this story. She says write the truth. The truth is,
It's the kind Hope likes to dance to. Me, I just like to get out on the floor and
feel her up in public. We all have our strengths and weaknesses.

The lounge was nice, dim, moderately crowded. We got a small table, ordered a
token take, and went to the floor.

A half hour of dancing later I noticed that hunk of ebony or chiseled marble at the
bar, and saw he was again spending time watching us.

"Honey, did you notice anyone staring at us at dinner and here?"

"If you mean a tall, rugged looking handsome black man sitting at the left end
the bar takeing a scotch and soda and looking like hot, homemade sin,
no, I haven't noticed a thing," Hope replied.
She tells me now she watched him watching us all through dinner, too, and was a little unnerved about it.

"Oh."

OK Fred, my lawn needs mowing, but instead I sat here and read the whole thing again, from start to what I hope is not the finish. I'm glad you revived this story, more great stuff, as always. Please go on, the damn grass can wait!

brill. keep it going... but do hope that even though a loving couple the wife start to enjoy a 'little' humilation of the husband and he also starts to enjoy it... but sure you have some great surprises for us. thank you

hell yeah
am amazing

Thanks everyone. The next installment is in the finishing stages and should be posted soon.
ColinRupert, sorry to disappoint you but I really don't feel that offense is necessary in the cuckold/hotwife lifestyle. My wife and I lived the life for 15 years and she never humiliated me. One of her "bulls" tried it and after a couple of verbal warnings I knocked him senseless and threw him and his clothes out by the curb. (Played tackle at Georgia Tech). Still, I don't mean to disparrage the humilition lifestyle. If that's what does it for you, enjoy it. Life's too short.

Sicerely,

Fred

Ch 16



"Walter is in his room about 10 doors down the hall. Now he's been here for a week with
his work team, and won't be home for another week. His buddies are out at a
strip joint, but he didn't want to do that, so he's here alone, now.

"Mmmm-hmmmm. And. . . "?

"Aaannnnd. . . . "
"I-told-him-I'd-ask-you-if-you'd-like-to-have-him-come-by-and-join-us- for-a-take. I told
him I'd call him at 1am - IF it was ok with you that is. That's in about 20 minutes."

She just looked at me. Like I had grown horns or something.
Not a bad analogy when you think about it. Still, I thought I'd better make a strategic
withdrawl.

"I'm going to change - just think about it, and if you like the idea or just want to fool
around a bit, tell me when I come out.

"Wait a minute, mister. You mean you want to invite him here and. . ."

I interrupted. "Yeah. I guess I do. I mean, no promises, but, hey, what happens, happens,
and the deal has to be that there'll be no crap from me to you, or you to me, no matter what."

I went to the bathroom, changed into pj bottoms and a robe, stroked an very erect
cock - it was happy, it was going to be in a nice place, no matter what happened, in a
little while.

I came out.

"Well?"

"Tony, I'm a little scared about this."

"OK, no sweat. We just won't call, now come on to bed."

"I didn't say NOT to call, honey. I think I'd like to be "trashy" again for you, maybe tonight
would be OK."

"With me or Walter?"

"With you *and* Walter, I mean."

This was working out better than I'd hoped. I thought I'd only get to watch.

"You know if he comes you may wind up getting fucked by two men, don't you?"

"You mean at the same time, instead him first, and you later, like Baton Rouge?"

"Yes, two big, hard, horny men ravishing your soft little body at the same time."

"Ooooh. So you really DO want me to be trashy tonight?"

"Yep."

"Then, honey, call him. Quick before I sober up."

I watched my wonderful wife blush as I called, room to room.

"Come on over for a night cap, Walter."

Hope came into my arms - "Honey - I wanted to make love with you tonight. We
will do that, too, won't we?"

"I think so. Now go change into something sexy, and put your CFM heels on, ok?"

"I guess I can do that," she said, took some things from her suit case, and went
into the bathroom. She stopped, turned and looked at me, "I feel so NASTY",
then giggled (yes, giggled), disappeared into the bathroom and shut the door.

I wasn't sure if this was real or a takesen fantasy. Oh, well, whichever I'd just
enjoy it while it lasted.

A few minutes later there was a quiet knock, and I opened the door to admit
Walter.

The man had style. He came in wearing a very black robe, and black pajama
bottoms were visible, too. Silk, no less.

"Thanks for inviting me."

"Sure, Walter, I'll make you a take," I said. "Hope'll be out in a moment."

The bathroom door opened, and Hope, flushed, made her entrance in a sheer
black robe over what I knew to be a full length silky negligee. She was wearing her
heels, too, and looked, well, sexy. Good enough to eat, to coin a phrase. Who
knows, maybe that would happen. May even turn into an all-night buffet.
You know - Cum one, Cum all?

"Oh, hi Walter," she said, smiling, "we're so glad you came."

He was looking at her like a starving man looking at a steak dinner.

With all the trimmings. And dessert.

"Thanks for asking me over, Hope. That music is nice, and I'd rather dance than
take."

Seeing my wife, in her black robe, wrapped in Walter's black robed arms was
exciting for me, and my erection began to grow.

But, dammit,Walter was dancing with her in a very proper way.

I couldn't help myself. "Walter, I'm offended. You are dancing with a woman I think is
beautiful and sexy, and you are holding her as though she was your lady or
sister."

And Hope said "I won't break, Walter."

He held her closer.

Hope reddens when she's excited - and she was bright red, now.

I guess you could say she was a scarlet woman for real, now.



more soon

Nice Fred, you're teasing us here! Ready for the next chapter when you are, Walter better get busy with Hope or he'll give black men a bad reputation!

Ch 17



At the end of the music she broke from his embrace, still blushing. Standing near
the in-room bar, each had another sip of cocktail. Both Walter and I now had
modest bulges pressing at our robes. Actually mine was a bit more obvious
than Walter's but I figured that would change pretty soon.

It was my turn to dance with Hope.

She ground her pelvis into mine, and whispered in my ear "It's looking like this
is going to be an exciting night. I know I'm excited. I could feel Walter getting
excited, and it looks like you're getting hot and bothered, too.Did that excite
you, baby? Did you enjoy watching that big,strong, BLACK man holding your
little blonde wife against hishot, hard body?" I pulled her a little tighter and she
added,"My pussy is soaked, and he's got my nipples so hard they hurt."

Okay, I just *thought* I was excited before.

Walter broke in, and once again my white blond wife was completely wrapped
in black, and it was as an erotic a sight as I had seen since her ex-room-mate
visited. She was right, this was going to be an exciting night.

Since both were wearing black, the only contrast was Hope's blond hair on his
shoulder. Walter's hand, on her small of her back, moved downwards a little
unsurely, until it was resting on the outward curveHope's buttocks. She didn't
object, and just moved in a little closer to him. She tells me now, as I'm typing
this, that his erection was pulsing against her pelvis, and really exciting her.

But STILL nothing was happening! What's wrong with this guy?

Midway through that dance, I decided it was time to turn the heat up a little more.

"May I cut in?"

Walter reluctantly relinquished her.

She turned to me, and we began moving again, and as with Walter she moved
very close to me.

Ah, but I held her away, and while her arms were around me, got mine between
the two of us.

And, while watching her carefully, I found the sash holding her robe closed.

Time for it to go.

She felt me fumble with it, and did nothing to prevent me from doing what I
was doing, until there came a time when the knot was undone, and the two ends
of the sash fell away.

She moved closer to me, but again, I powerd a separation.

Her robe opened, hanging freely from her shoulders.

"That looks great," Walter said, "can I cut in?"

"About time", I thought.

As Hope released me and turned to him, I captured the robe, and pulled at it.

Hope extended her arms behind her, looking like some mythical greek
goddess, allowing the sleeves to move along her arms, and off, freeing those
arms to reach up, one hand meeting Walter's, the other around to his back,
moving close to him, and moving in time to the music, a seamless removal of
her robe, and change of partners. It couldn't have been choreographed better.

And there she was, wearing little more than a trail of smoke.

Her negligee was black, and almost translucent. It was a silky clingy sort
thing, and hung from two ribbon straps on her shoulders. When she moved
a hip was clearly outlined and then concealed. Her breasts swayed nicely
under it, too. Where they touched the fabric they showed through plainly.
Her nipples were erect, and poking at the fabric. It was held at the waist
with a sash, and that also outlined her figure nicely. Finally, it had a side slit,
so that from time to time a lot of leg was exposed.

And, it left absolutely, positively, no doubt that it was the ONLY thing she was
wearing. I had a feelingit wasn't going to last long either.

Going to be an exciting night, indeed.

Wish I was there! Great set-up Fred, old Walter's got to be panting by now!

Ch 18


When a gap appeared between their bodies, I could see Walter was aroused -
the front of his robe was pushed out, and he wasn't trying to be polite about it.

"Good news. My husband wants me to be trashy tonight, Walter", Hope said, still blushing.

Hope's arm, which had been around Walter's back, came forward, up to his cheek. Hope
slowed the dancing, and kissed him. Boy, did she ever kiss him. Tongues may have been
exchanged, hell, they may have been transplanted and re-grown, they certainly had
enough time during that kiss. The heat was definitely on, now.

The hand on his cheek, palm outward, traced down,over his robe, to his chest then stopped.

"You've a big . . . . "chest", Walter", she said, looking over her shoulder at me. Then her hand traced
down lower, lightly grazing his erection, then it went to his back again. And she smiled. At him, then
at me.She was teasing him, I know, but, dammit, she was driving ME up the fucking wall!

The music stopped, the dance was over, and Hope went to the in-room bar for
another take. Right then I think we could all use another take.

She sat beside me, and pulled at my robe. "Fair's fair, and all that," she said, so I
shrugged it off.

I run and swim, so my body is lean, and I'm proud of it. It's a good body, especially for someone
my age.

Walter said "It looks like you run for conditioning. I pump iron, and do body building."

Yeah, I kinda figured that.

"Show me", Hope said.

"I thought you'd never ask." His robe came off, then he shed his pajamas tops, too.

He at least pumped iron, judging from his physical condition. His erection was really
tenting his pants, now.

"Can I dance some more with this hunk?" Hope asked.

"You bet", we both said.

She moved toward him, and when his arms wrapped around her again, swaying to
the music, she was being held by muscles covered with the blackest skin I'd seen.

I saw his hands sliding up and down her back, the music had stopped but these two people
were just swaying together. His hands went to her ass, hers to his bare pecs. He pulled her to him,
and with her hands around his neck, kissed her. A real, wet sloppy, passionate, lover's kiss. I saw
mouths open as their lips met, dark on red, pale cheek against black. Hope pushed away after a
moment. Hope's hand again was tracing its way down his chest, and I watched it move lower, to a
true washboard belly.

"That feels nice," she said, and to me, she asked "What do you think? Trashy enough? You want me to stop now?"

"No."


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Visual aids
(Yeah, I know that's really Brutus Black.)

Thanks for the visual aids Fred. And then??