Sandra's Solution

Sandra's Solution

After five years of marriage my husband, Sam, seemed to have lost interest in sex. He was completely absorbed in music, it was his passion and he spent more and more of his time collecting and listening to music and less and less time on making love with me.

Before we were married, we were both into music, going to concerts, listening to local bands at pubs and clubs. In fact that is how we met and our mutual interest drew us together. In those days we had a very active love life. I am still interested in music but for him it has become an obsession. The first year of marriage was wonderful but after that our love life slowly deteriorated becoming more sporadic as he became more and more wrapped up in his music. When we did make love, it was great; it was fun, pleasurable, satisfying, orgasmic. It was just that it was becoming a rarer and rarer event.

I tried to broach the problem with Sam on a number of occasions. but it usually degenerated into an argument, which I didn't want. Sam is a really nice man, a wonderful man; in all other respects he is loving and caring, and a really great husband, it was just that when it came to sex, he no longer seemed interested.

We hadn't made love for over three months and I was getting desperate. I needed some relief but I didn't want to have another argument with Sam. I had tried all sorts of different strategies to try and get him interested. I would walk around in sexy undies or nothing at all. I let him 'accidently' catch me masturbating but all he did was apologise and then turned and left the bedroom. I would climb on top of him when he came to bed, but he would make the excuse that he had a headache or was too tired. He would fall asleep plugged into his iPod, why couldn't he fall asleep plugged into me? There were some nights when I cried myself to sleep.

There was a three-day conference in Sydney that my boss was sending me on, along with John from finance and Cindy from contracts. It started on Wednesday and finished on Friday so I persuaded my boss to let me stay over to do some shopping on the Saturday and fly back on the Sunday. We were booked on an early flight from Melbourne and we were booked into the hotel where the conference was being held, so we had lunch there and attended the first presentation straight after. There was about forty of us attending, I didn't know many of the other delegates; there were a couple of people that I knew from training courses I had attended. In between presentations we chatted and a fairly large group of us decided to meet up for dinner.

I showered, dressed and headed for the bar at about 7pm and met up with two girls I had been on a course with about a year earlier. Others joined in and we went through to the restaurant around 7:30. It was a pleasant evening but I had a glass of wine too many. Not that I was drunk or even tipsy, but it was more than I usually drank. I made my way back to my room, stripped off and lay on the bed. I was feeling the frustration of not having had sex for months, I played with myself and brought myself to orgasm but it was not as satisfying as having a man. I cried with the dissatisfaction. As I was drifting off to sleep, a curious thought wandered through my mind. Maybe I should take a lover; if Sam is no longer interested, how could he object, why would he care?

Through Thursday's presentations I got to know a few more of the delegates and I half expected that at least some of us would again meet up for dinner, but everyone seemed to have other plans, even John and Cindy. It looked as if I would be dining alone. I thought about ordering room service but then changed my mind. I went down to the bar, ordered a white wine and sat at a table, alone.

I had only been there a couple of minutes when a man came over and asked if he could join me. I recognised him from the conference, but we hadn't been introduced. He was about forty but obviously kept himself fit and wasn't bad looking either.

"Hi, I'm Tony. Mind if I join you."

"Not at all. I'm Sandra."

"You're from the Melbourne office, aren't you?"

"That's right."

"I'm from Brisbane. What do you think of the conference so far?"

I made a pretence of yawning.

He smiled, "Yeah, some of the presentations have been a bit dry."

We started to discuss work related topics and shortly went through to the restaurant for dinner. Over dinner, we managed to get off work and got onto more interesting subjects.

We had just finished dessert when he gave a little cough, "I don't suppose you would care to come back to my room for coffee would you?"

My stomach flipped. He knew I was married, just as I knew he was; we had exchanged that information earlier and I was wearing my wedding ring in any case. I was surprised that his invitation didn't embarrass me. I was cool about it, my mind was clear. "Actually, I think I'd like that." What was I saying? We left the restaurant and headed for the hotel lift. We were on the same floor; his room was about six doors down from mine on the other side of the lifts. He opened the door and held it open to let me enter. He came up behind me and put his hands on my arms, "Do you want a coffee?"

"No, thank you."

"Then why did you come?"

"For the same reason you invited me."

He slid his hands down my arms and he kissed the back of my neck. Goose bumps popped up all over me.

"Are you sure?"

"Oh, yes."

He unzipped the back of my dress, slid the straps off my shoulders and it fell to the floor. He turned me and we looked each other in the eye. He bent to kiss me, I returned the kiss. He unsnapped my bra and started to remove it, I stepped back slightly so could see what he was unwrapping. He dropped my bra and his hands gently caressed me, sliding up from my waist, cupping my breasts and his thumbs stroking over my already stiffened nipples. He went down on one knee and slowly removed my panties. As I stepped out of them he leaned forward and kissed me, intimately, his tongue teased my labia.

I put my hands either side of his face and pulled him up, I kissed him then started to unbutton his shirt. I left him to remove it as I undid his trousers. He healed off his shoes as I pulled his trousers and pants down. His cock, already half erect dangled in front of my face. I leaned in and kissed him, licked him and then took him in my mouth. He moaned and became fully erect almost immediately. I gently and slowly sucked, sliding along the length of his shaft. It was his turn to take my face in his hands and he helped me up and led me over to the bed.

We lay beside each other, he leaned over me and we started to kiss, more passionately now. His hands caressed me, fondled me, teased me. My breasts were aching. His kisses migrated to my nipples, licking them, sucking them. His hand migrated down my belly, stroking my thighs, which I parted without the need for any other encouragement. His hand slid inside my thighs and back to stroke my labia. I was unashamedly wet. I had so missed this kind of thrill. Stroking then probing; entering me with one finger then two. I knew he was bringing me close to orgasm very quickly and I wanted him inside me; I wanted his cock inside me. He moved to my clit and with only a few moments of manipulation made me cum. After months of only having my own hands to please me, that orgasm was explosive.

I returned to reality as Tony climbed between my thighs; there was no need for any further arousal. As soon as I felt the head of his cock enter me I raised my hips to take more of him. He thrust and I was fully impaled. God! That felt so good. I didn't know if he had put on a condom, but at that stage I didn't care. Although he started out slowly, he speeded up very quickly. It had been a long time since I had felt such pleasure. Each thrust sending a tiny ecstatic ripple through me. Then there were the little tremblings, the little shudders as Tony closed in on his own orgasm. He came and I felt him pulse inside me, completing my pleasure.

We lay together for some time without speaking. Then he lifted his head and we kissed, gently, lovingly. We smiled at each other. Tony put his head back on the pillow and we just cuddled. But it wasn't long before I realized that Tony was becoming erect again. At the same time I realized I was more than ready to go again.

This time we played slowly, gently; it took much longer for us to reach orgasm, Tony timing it so that we both came together. Tony climbed off and lay beside me. He had worn a condom, he removed it dropped it on the bedside table. We fell asleep in each other's arms.

I woke in the morning. I slipped from the bed and started to dress. I had to get back to my own room so I could get ready for the day. As I was pulling my dress back on Tony woke and turned to me.

"Are you going?"

"I have to get ready for the conference."

"Want a coffee before you go?"

"No thanks. I'll grab one in my own room." I went back over to the bed, leaned over and kissed him. "Thanks for a wonderful night."

"Thank you. It was rather special, wasn't it?"

I turned and left.

Back in my own room, I stripped and showered then had a coffee while I dressed. Before going down to the conference room, I sat and thought about last night. I had had such an enjoyable time. I was pleased and satisfied; I felt relaxed. But I couldn't believe I had done what I did; I couldn't believe that I had accepted Tony's invitation so calmly, that I had engaged in sex with a virtual stranger with such enthusiasm. I had had my first affair. 'First'? That implied that there would be others. I hadn't thought about it like that. Yes, I had had an affair. The most surprising thing was that I did not feel guilty. Even in the restaurant when I accepted Tony's invitation I fully expected to feel guilty in the morning, but I didn't, but I suddenly felt sorry for Sam; apparently, he could no longer enjoy the pleasure of sex - such a sad waste. Whilst I had enjoyed my romp with Tony, I wished I had had that enjoyment with Sam. I missed him, I missed making love to him, I missed him making love to me. I finished my coffee and headed down to the conference room.

I caught up with a couple of the other delegates and had another coffee while we waited for the last round of the presentations to begin. The conference was due to finish at lunchtime to give everyone the chance to catch their flights home. Even so, the three delegates from Perth wouldn't be getting home till after midnight even with the two hours time difference.

I saw Tony on the other side of the room. He was in conversation with a couple of other delegates but he smiled across at me when he saw me. During the mid-morning coffee break he wandered over.

"Did you get packed? All ready for your trip home?"

"Actually, I'm not flying back till Sunday."

"Really? I'm not going back today either; I have to go into head office on Monday."

"Oh." I smiled. I guessed what was going to come next.

"You have things to do tomorrow?"

"Nothing work related; since I had to come to Sydney, I thought I'd take the opportunity to do some shopping and see the sights."

"Do you fancy some company?"

I smiled. "OK. That would be nice, but are you sure you won't get bored shopping with a woman?"

"Well, that depends on what you are buying."

"Clothes! What else is a woman interested in."

"Well, I could show you some other interesting things." He grinned mischievously.

I smiled back.

"After the conference, once we have said farewell to the rest, would you like to meet for lunch?" he asked.

"Yes, I'd love too."

I saw John and Cindy and went over to talk to them. I suddenly thought that apart from at the presentations I hadn't seen John or Cindy anywhere, not in the bar or in the restaurant. They were standing close to each other and as I approached, I noticed Cindy slyly stroking John's hand with a finger. And then I realized. Cindy saw me coming and quickly lifted her hand and pretended to move a stray strand of hair from her face. I pretended not to have noticed.

"Hi, how are you two? Haven't seen much of you apart from at these bloody presentations. There's not much in them is there?"

John responded, "Nah, they've been pretty boring, mostly."

"Well, at least it got us out of the office." Cindy added. "Are you packed, ready to head back? Are we going to share a taxi?"

"Actually, I not going back to Melbourne till Sunday. I asked Michelle and she said it would be ok. I'm paying for the extra nights here in the hotel it was just a matter of changing the return flight."

John said, "Damn, I wish I had thought of that."

After the conference closed, I farewelled John and Cindy and some other delegates, then went to find Tony.

We had lunch in the hotel. Then I took Tony back to my room. I didn't wait for him to undress me; I started stripping off my clothes as soon as I walked in the door. I went through to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I stepped in just as Tony came through. We showered together, slowly washing each other, caressing, fondling, teasing. Tony started working on my pussy and I was happy to let him. I put my arms around him and I kissed him ardently as he brought me closer and closer to orgasm. Part of me wanted him to stop, part of me wanted him to fuck me and part of me just wanted to cum. Tony made me cum and my legs gave way. I clung to him and he held me up, one hand on my pussy, the other on my back.

I wanted to return the favour but Tony took my arms and started kissing me from wrists to armpits then started on my breasts. He pulled me in close and squeezed me as the shower rinsed the last of the bubbles from our bodies.

He handed me out of the shower and towelled me dry, then let me dry him. We went through and lay on the bed. I noticed that he had put a box of condoms on the bedside table. Gently kissing and cuddling then stroking and caressing. His cock was hard as I stroked gently and fondled his balls. I opened my legs in invitation and he climbed across me but instead of mounting me, and I was so ready for him to mount me, he slid down, kissing me as he went and started to kiss me intimately. Oh, lord, yes please. I hadn't had my pussy sucked since..... It must have been last Christmas, god, that was almost a year ago. It felt so good. I felt his tongue exploring me, inside and out, up and down. I was shivering with delight and couldn't resist the orgasm when it came. He continued licking and kissing me and sucking me before, eventually, letting me relax: it took a long time for my breathing to return to normal. Tony moved up and lay beside me. I turned and kissed him, his face was wet with my juices. I tongued him, and I didn't care.

I kissed his nose, his mouth, his chin and then moved down to his chest. I took a nipple between my teeth, gently at first then slowly increased the pressure. He moaned. I slipped my hand over his belly and found his cock, it was rock hard. I kissed my way to the target. I took him in my mouth straight away but I wasn't in any hurry. I wanted to make it last a long time. I climbed between his legs to get a better angle of attack and so I could look up and watch his face. It didn't take long for him to start getting close and his hands came down to my head. But I took his hands in mine and held them away. I wanted to control his orgasm. I kept him on the edge. In the end he was begging me to make him cum.

"Please, Sandra."

I continued at the same pace.

"Please, Sandra, oh god, please."

He tried thrusting upwards to meet my strokes, but I had anticipated him and moved with him.

"Sandra, please."

I started to speed up and used my tongue more aggressively around the head of his cock.

"Oh, fuck." He started to cum. I swallowed as each pulse sent his cum into my mouth. Once I had drained him. I stayed there with his cock in my mouth, feeling and enjoying the last few twitches, then slowly pulled his cock from mouth. As my lips slowly eased over the head of his cock he moaned in ecstatic agony. I used my own saliva to wash the taste of cum from my mouth. His hands either side of my face pulled me back towards him and we lay together side by side. We dozed for a while. I felt Tony moving, I looked and saw he had a hard on and was in the process of rolling on a condom. He turned and looked at me, saw that I was awake and raised himself over me. I spread my legs and he positioned himself, the head of his cock entered me then he thrust hard. I gasped. He thrust again and again. He was all the way in. I was breathing heavily. He looked at me.

"Don't stop." I said.

He started again with slow powerful strokes and before long I was rising to meet each of his thrusts. I was cumming but he continued, my orgasm seemed to go on for ages and eventually I felt Tony start to cum. When his cock had stopped twitching he withdrew and slithered down between my legs.

"No, Tony, no." But he ignored me.

His mouth was all over my pussy. I squirmed partly to try and avoid his tongue and partly because of the ecstasy it was generating. He made me cum a second time.

After we had recovered, he asked, "Would you like room service or would you prefer to go out for dinner."

"I think we had better go out. We need to take a break; at least, I need a break."

"In that case, I will have to go back to my room to change."

"Don't go just yet." I rolled over him, lying on his chest, straddling him with my legs.

"Do you want to use the hotel restaurant or would you like to try somewhere else?"

"I'd rather not go too far."

"Hotel restaurant it is."

"OK. I'll let you go. What time shall we meet?"

"7:30 in the bar?"

Once he had left I headed for the shower. As I soaped and rinsed I was thinking. Apart from the conference presentations, my other activities seemed unreal; it was as if they were part of fantasy or fairy tale. I knew it was real but it was hard to accept that I had gone along with the whole thing so willingly. No, not willingly; eagerly. Until it happened, I had never even considered taking another lover behind Sam's back, so to speak. But then it just happened. The hardest thing to accept was the total lack of any feelings of guilt. I should feel guilty; I had cheated on my husband, I was still cheating on him because I knew that this evening and tomorrow I would continue having sex with Tony. But I didn't feel guilty. If anything, I felt a sense of freedom.

When I got to the bar, Tony was already there. We went straight through to the restaurant. It was quieter than the previous evening, fewer patrons. We took our time over the meal and coffee and it was heading for midnight by the time we finally left the table; we were the last customers to leave. As we headed up in the lift I told Tony I was going back to my room and would meet in his in ten minutes. When I got into my room I stripped off, used the toilet and cleaned myself up in the shower, washing off my make-up. Once dry I freshened up with some perfume. Naked I headed for the door. I looked out through the peep-hole. The corridor was clear. I opened the door and peaked through, still clear. With nothing but my key card, I strutted to Tony's door and knocked. He opened the door wrapped in a towel and I let him look for a moment. He dropped his towel and greeted me with a semi-hard on but then I heard the 'ping' from the lift so stepped in quickly and Tony closed the door. He grabbed me, pulled me close and kissed me. I slid down his body and took his cock in my mouth. He let me suck for a few moments but then lifted me up and led me to the bed.

He lay on his back so I climbed on board and straddled him. I was going to mount him but he pulled me forward. He kept pulling me towards his face and I realized the invitation he was offering me. I took it. I straddled his face and immediately he started to service me. I spread my thighs as wide as I could get them. I wanted his tongue deep inside me; I could feel it, so nice. After a while he moved his head slightly and was able to reach my clit, I started to swivel my hips but his tongue followed me torturing my clit until I started to cum. He sucked me hard and I almost collapsed on him.

I was now desperate for his cock inside me and quickly slithered down so I could mount him. I wanted to fuck him so fast. It didn't take him too long before he was on the verge. I kept going and was rewarded as I heard his groans of pleasure and felt his cock pulse inside me. I lay down on him with his cock still inside me and drifted off to sleep.

I woke some time later but Tony's cock had come adrift. I gently climbed off him, lay beside him and fell asleep again. When I woke again it was light. I realized Tony was in the bathroom. I got up and checked the kettle, there was enough water so I put it on to boil and prepared two cups of coffee. Tony came out just as the kettle boiled.

We sat and sipped our coffees, not saying much to start with. He asked what I had planned.

"I'm looking for a nice evening dress and some sexy undies."

"Sounds like fun, especially the sexy undies. Are you going to try them on and model them for me?"

I giggled. "The dresses, maybe. But the undies, definitely not, at least not in the shop. I might model them for you once we get back here."

"Would you like some breakfast? I'll order room service."

"Just some coffee and toast for me, please."

I headed for the bathroom while we waited for breakfast. Once I had sorted myself out, I showered. In my desperate need to fuck Tony last night, I hadn't put a condom on him; he had cum inside my pussy. I didn't have the proper equipment for a douche so I simply unscrewed the head from the hand held shower unit and used the open pipe - very gently. It makes for a crude but effective douche. Nice and clean, inside and out, I left the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Tony was just finishing some cereals so I sat and buttered some toast.

Now I had a problem. I had to return to my own room but I had no clothes. I could cheat and use Tony's towel I was wearing, but I was daring myself to go back naked. I was feeling adventurous but after midnight is one thing, doing it in daylight when the chances of being seen are so much higher was something altogether different. But the idea of being caught naked in the corridor was getting me excited.

"What time do you want to start?" Tony asked.

"About half an hour?"

He checked his watch, "OK. I'll give you a knock about nine."

I picked up my key card and Tony walked me to the door.

"Check the corridor for me, would you?"

He opened the door and looked out. "There's no one about."

I took off the towel and handed it to him. I went up on tip-toe to kiss him then, after another quick check, left to walk down the corridor. I tried to walk as calmly as I could. I reached my own room and turned back to see Tony watching me. I smiled, he shook his head. I turned and went in. I decided to make myself another cup of coffee. I picked out my clean clothes and dressed, put on a little make up and perfume and finished my coffee just as Tony knocked.

The shops that I intended to visit were all within walking distance of the hotel. I found what I was looking for in the third one. I tried on the dress and 'modelled' it for Tony. Having bought the dress I obviously had to buy shoes and a clutch to go with it.

The lingerie shop I wanted to visit was just around the corner. I like sexy but I also like comfortable. If I'm uncomfortable I don't feel sexy, no matter how sexy the clothing looks. Sometimes it is hard to find clothing that meets both criteria, but this shop was famous for it, both the sexy quality and the comfort quality. Tony watched as I assessed different items and made my choices. As we left the shop Tony asked if I would be wearing any of my new sexy undies for him. I said he could choose - sexy undies or nothing at all. We decided to have lunch before deciding what to do next.

Over lunch, Tony asked, "Would you like to visit a different kind of shop?"

"What kind?"

"You'll see."

It was a fair walk, I might have objected if I had realized, but Tony was carrying most of my shopping and eventually he pulled my hand towards a shop entrance. I glanced up as we approached and saw that it was an 'adult store'. I had never been in one before. Sam had never taken me to one and I was too embarrassed to go in one by myself. I was surprised. I had expected some dingy backroom type of scene, but it was brightly lit, clean and tidy. It could have been a shop selling anything. There were eight or nine customers including a couple of other women. Tony led me up one aisle and down the next. There were all sorts of things; books, magazines, DVDs on every sexy subject you could think of, dildos of every shape and size, a surprisingly large range of vibrators and an awful lot of BDSM equipment. As we wandered back towards a couple of racks of lingerie and sexy uniforms, Tony asked, "What kind of toys do you like to play with?"

"Actually, I don't have any. I used to have an old vibrator, the hard plastic type, but to be honest, it didn't do much for me."

"How would you like to try something different?"

"I'm not into BDSM or anything like that."

"No, no. I wasn't suggesting that kind of thing. Wait here." He went off to find whatever it was he was looking for. He came back with a couple of packages but went straight over to the counter to pay for them. I didn't get to see what he had bought.

We left the shop and walked down the road, around the corner there was a taxi rank with a couple taxis waiting. We grabbed one and headed back to the hotel.

"If you would like to wear that evening dress you have just bought, I would like to take you somewhere special for dinner."

"With or without undies?"

"With; except that I don't think a bra would be appropriate in that dress."

"Panties only then. Where are you taking me?"

"Let me surprise you."

We arrived back at the hotel and Tony carried my plunder back to my room. I invited him for a coffee but he said he wanted a nap before this evening. To be honest, I was hoping for a little siesta myself.

"What time do you want me to be ready for?" I asked as he was leaving.

"6:45 OK?"

"OK. See you then."

I decided to take a nice relaxing soak in the bath. I fell asleep and woke up in cold water. I pulled the plug got out of the tub and turned on the shower. The hot water and shower gel bringing me more awake. I towelled myself dry and went through to the bedroom to decide which undies to wear for this evening. Eenie, meenie, mieni, mo. The thong that I chose was a little fuller than the others but the material had a soft suede feel to it; it caressed my skin and I knew my pussy would love it. I checked the time. I put on make-up, slipped on the thong - which felt absolutely luscious, a few squirts of perfume then slipped the dress over my head and smoothed it over my body, then stepped into my shoes and looked in the mirror. God, I felt so sexy and, even though I say so myself, I looked it.

A knock at the door and I let Tony in. He was dressed in dinner jacket and bow tie; very up-market. He stared at me and smiled.

"I'm all ready. Just let me grab my bag."

"Sandra, are you willing to trust me?"

I looked at him, "With what?"

"A little game."

"Is it something sexy?"

"Of course."

"OK."

"Turn around and kneel on the floor, lean over the bed." He went to the bathroom and came back with a hand towel.

I did as he asked and looked back.

"No, don't look."

He lifted the back of my dress up to my waist. I could hear little noises but could not determine what he was doing. Then he pulled the gusset of my thong to one side. Fingers gently stroked my labia and then parted them and something cold and wet was pressed between them. I flinched. "Relax, it's OK." He pushed and I felt something cold and solid slide inside me, he used a couple of fingers and pushed it all the way in, as far as it would go. Then he used the towel to remove the excess lubricant and replaced my thong, ensuring the elastic was positioned comfortably. Whatever he had put inside me felt strange. It was obviously of significant size, I guessed that it might be some kind vibrator, though it wasn't vibrating. He helped me up and I realized I was flushed. He kissed me.

I was about to ask what he had done to me, but before I could, he smiled and said, "Wait and see. Ready to go?"

"With this inside me?"

"Yes."

I nodded, though I wasn't exactly sure. As I walked towards the door I became even more aware of the object lodged in my pussy. It had weight and as I moved, it had its own momentum inside me. Before we reached the lift I realized that, although strange, it was quite a pleasant sensation. Down in the lobby we headed for the front door there was a Limo waiting for us. Tony was certainly impressing me. Going down the steps, again I was aware of that nefarious object. The driver had the door open and Tony handed me in, I shuffled across and Tony was beside me. It only took about ten minutes to get to the restaurant. I thought it was a bit of an expense to hire a limo to go such a short distance but then I realized where we were. The restaurant was the kind of place where it wasn't unusual for people to turn up in limos. I guessed that Tony must have money; the limo, this restaurant, it was five star treatment - expensive.

Tony spoke to the maitre'd who showed us to our table where he offered me a chair while Tony sat opposite. We perused the menus and made our selections. The wine arrived and then our entrees.

I was just about to take my first taste when I had a curious sensation, a slight tickle, a gentle tingle. I stopped with my fork halfway to my mouth. The object inside me - it was vibrating - now I knew. I looked at Tony who was smiling. I stared into his eyes as I took my first forkful of food. His hand dropped into his lap and there was a sudden increase in the intensity of the vibrations. I gasped.

"Too much?"

The vibrations subsided. Throughout the meal Tony continued to vary the vibrations, sometimes I would see him move his hand to his lap and I would be ready for it, sometimes he caught me unawares. The vibrations kept me sexually aroused, if Tony had left it on high continuously, he may have brought me close to orgasm but as it was the variations in intensity simply made me more and more desperate to get him somewhere we could get down to business. By the end of the meal, I wouldn't have cared if he had flipped me over the table and fucked me right there in front of everyone.

As we left the table to leave the restaurant, he turned the vibrations off; I realized the vibrator had slipped, it wasn't as deep inside me, it was closer to the entrance. The limo was waiting and the driver opened the door for us. Tony sat close to me and as we drove off he said quietly, "Sit on the edge of the seat." There was a partition between us and the driver but it was only glass. If may have prevented sound but if the driver looked in his rear view mirror I was sure he would have a clear view.

I slipped forward and lay back. Tony leaned over and lifted my dress to my waist. "Spread your legs." I did and Tony started to stroke my thighs. Then the vibrations started again. I realized the vibrator had slipped again and was now in contact with my g-spot. Tony started rubbing me through the material of my thong, my labia and then more intensely at my clit. I was trembling, trying to stifle moans. Just as we were pulling into the entrance of the hotel, I came. The driver opened the door and Tony handed me out, I was flushed and still breathing heavily. If the driver hadn't seen he must surely have guessed that something had gone on during the trip. We walked hand in hand through the lobby to the lift. As soon as the lift doors closed the vibrations came on full, I jumped. Tony pretended nothing had happened. There was no variation; the vibrator was on high all the way back to Tony's room. As soon as the door shut,

"Take it out and fuck me, please, Tony."

"In a minute."

"I need you now."

"Patience."

He led me through and stood me by the bed, then started to strip off, I made a start to undress myself, but Tony stopped me, "I will undress you."

"Please hurry."

He was naked and walked behind me. The vibrations were driving me crazy. He slowly undid the zip and slipped the straps over my shoulder and the dress fell to the floor. He came around the front, fondled my breasts; my nipples were aching and then he knelt in front of me. Slowly, teasingly, he pulled the straps of my throng down. As I stepped out of it he kissed me, then stood and pushed me gently back on to the bed. I spread my legs inviting him to mount me but instead he knelt and went straight to kissing and licking my pussy. I love my pussy being sucked but just then, more than anything, I wanted to be fucked; I wanted his cock inside me. With two fingers he pushed the vibrator deeper inside me and attacked my clit with his tongue. I started to quiver within seconds. He sucked my clit in to his mouth and massaged me with his lips, I came. As I slowly recovered my sanity, he took hold of the strap attached to the vibrator and gently pulled it out of me. The sensation as it left my pussy was almost one of relief.

Tony slid on a condom and mounted me. He lifted me and moved us in to the middle of the bed then he fucked me furiously. At last! It felt so good. He lasted a surprisingly long time considering he had been playing with me the whole evening. I expected him to be closer to the edge. We came together. I was totally exhausted by now and didn't have the strength to move, not that I wanted to. I just lay there, spreadeagled, even when Tony climbed off and lay beside me. He fondled my breasts gently then slid his hand down to my pussy, stroking, caressing and then gently slid two fingers inside me. I was soaking wet. He leaned over and kissed me gently then lay there watching me. His fingers probed in and out of my pussy a few times then removed them brought to his mouth and sucked them dry. I finally found the strength to move, drawing my legs together I turned to face him, kissed him and cuddled into his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and we fell asleep.

I woke and it was dark. I slipped from the bed and headed for the bathroom; I needed a pee. When I returned I was careful as I climbed back on the bed so as not to disturb Tony, but he was already awake. He pulled me towards him, I climbed on board and straddled him. He leaned over and turned on the light. He was lying there, I was straddling his hips, we were looking at each other, smiling. I felt his cock twitch between my butt cheeks. My smile broadened. He reached across, took a condom from the box and handed it to me. I slid backwards. I took his cock in hand and slowly stroked him to full erection. I pulled back his foreskin and rolled the condom over the head and down the shaft. I shuffled forward and impaled myself. I flexed my hips slowly. His cock felt so good inside me. I always enjoy the feel of cock inside me, even if I am not expecting to reach orgasm, even after the man has cum and it returns to being flaccid, it still feels good. So I wasn't in any hurry, Tony's cock sliding in and out of my pussy, my clit gently rubbing against his pelvic bone as I swivelled, was just what I wanted at that point in time.

"Tony?"

"Yes."

"Would you mind if I ask you a very personal question?"

"What about?"

"Your wife." I felt his cock twitch inside me - what did that mean.

"Maggie. What about her?"

I paused for a moment. I thought I had better explain a little about myself so he would understand why I was asking.

"I've been married five years and I love my husband very much, but he is no longer interested in sex." I realized that I was baring myself to Tony. "I have never cheated on him before. But the strange thing is that I don't feel guilty about our time together; over the last couple of days I have had a wonderful time, I've thoroughly enjoyed our sexual adventures, yet I don't feel as if I've been 'unfaithful'. I was just wondering how you felt about it. Do you feel guilty? Will you feel guilty when you return home?"

"Well, in your case, if your husband is unwilling or unable to provide you with the service you need, that, as a wife, you are entitled to, if you are forced to look elsewhere, are you really to blame? Obviously not, so why should you feel guilty? In my case, Maggie and I have a different view. Our definition of 'infidelity' is somewhat different to most other people's. We love each other very much and we have a fantastic sex life but if either of us is away from home and we want to play, we are happy to accept that. It is just for a bit of fun and doesn't detract from how we feel about each other."

"So Maggie wouldn't feel cheated on if she found out about what we have been up to the last couple of days?"

"Well, she wouldn't have to 'find out'; I will tell her once I get home. She enjoys listening to my little adventures just as I enjoy listening to hers."

"Really?"

"And when I tell her about how you walked through the hotel naked just to get my room, that will really turn her on. In fact she will probably book us into a hotel just so she can try that herself."

I giggled.

"Are you going to just sit there shuffling your bum backwards and forwards or are you going to get down to some serious business?"

I started to pick up the pace. I hadn't been aware of it whilst we had been talking but my body had been getting more and more aroused. I was not far off orgasm. I became more forceful, thrusting myself onto his cock. I came but I couldn't maintain the coordination to keep fucking Tony. He flipped me over and forced my legs right back and pounded into me. I was just coming down when I sensed him starting to cum. As he pulsed inside me, I squeezed; as he twitched, I flexed. Our mouths locked together in a kiss until our breathing returned to normal. After a while Tony released me and lay beside me.

He said, "You know something; this is the best conference I've ever been to."

I burst out laughing. I leaned over and thumped him. I thought about it for a moment. "Tony, if we ever met on another conference or a course or something, would you be interested....."

"Hell, yes. We've had such a good time, haven't we? I'd love to have some more fun together. In fact, I've enjoyed it so much I'm thinking about organizing a conference just for the two of us."

I knew he was only joking, "You are a twit; you'd never get away with it."

"You'd be surprised, I've got influence in high places."

"Yeah, right."

"Sandra, can I ask you a very personal question?"

"Go ahead, fair's fair."

"Occasionally, Maggie accompanies me to a conference. If we did meet up would you be interested in a threesome? I know Maggie would love to meet you. You both have that same adventurous spirit. We would both make it fun for you."

I was blushing like a beetroot. I couldn't answer immediately. I had never been with a woman; I didn't consider myself 'bi' but I had had fantasies. I had wondered what it would be like. I had wondered if I could do it. All my girlfriends seemed so meticulously hetero, I had no opportunity to make even the smallest move in that direction.

"Tony, I'm not 'bi, I've never been with a woman."

"That's OK, Sandra, I was just asking, not even suggesting."

I hesitated, "I've fantasized about being with a woman but never..... Is Maggie very patient?"

"She would be with you, and gentle. And she will not force anything on you. If you wanted to stop at anytime, it would stop. She's not into 'domination' or anything like that, she would only be interested in mutually acceptable games."

I had a nervous little cough, "Anyway it's all hypothetical; what are the chances of us meeting on another conference? And if we did, what would be the chances of Maggie accompanying you to that particular conference?"

The conversation stopped there. I turned into him and he put his arms around me. I fell asleep imagining having sex with a woman. I didn't know what Maggie looked like but the woman in my imagination I called Maggie.

In the morning, we breakfasted together then I had to go back to my own room to pack. Tony came with me and we chatted until it was time for me to leave for the airport.

On the flight back, I dozed and relived my little adventure. We had talked about meeting up at another conference but, I wondered, what were the chances? In all probability, I would never see him again. But I didn't regret one second. Back in Melbourne it was drizzling - how unusual. I jumped in a taxi and headed home.

I let myself in and called out, "Hi Sam, I'm back." I left my case and suit-tidy at the bottom of the stairs and wandered through towards the lounge. Sam grabbed me from behind and lifted me. I squealed. He carried me into the lounge. He bent me over and we dropped - I landed on my hands and knees. He lifted my skirt, pulled down my panties and stuck his cock between the tops of my thighs. Holding tight to my hips he started humping me.

"Sam!"

He slapped my ass. He pulled back, repositioned himself and thrust hard. I moaned as he entered me. He thrust again and again till I was fully impaled. Then he lay forward, I was carrying his weight as he used both hands to unbutton my blouse, lifted himself and pushed it up my back and unclasped my bra. He then unbuttoned and unzipped my skirt and pushed that up my back as I was trying to untangle myself from my blouse and bra. He began fucking me in earnest, he leant over again and slipped his hand between my thighs and started stroking my pussy. The whole scene was a shock, it was so out of character, but it was also such a pleasant surprise.

"Oh Sam I love you so much, fuck me good, please, fuck me hard."

"Shut up bitch."

"Yes, Sam, I'm your bitch, fuck your bitch hard." My panties were round my knees so I couldn't spread my legs any more. Sam was jamming his hand between my thighs, rubbing hard against my clit. I was suddenly cumming and Sam kept fucking. He flipped me over, pulled off my panties pushed my legs wide and remounted me. Pounding into me, fucking me hard and eventually he started to cum. I rejoiced as I felt his cock pulse and twitch inside me. It had been so long since we had been intimate; I missed it so much, I had tears in my eyes, I was so happy. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and held him tight.

After we recovered I asked, "What brought that on?"

"I missed you."

"I missed you too. I've missed being fucked by you. Please do it again."

I kissed him and within a few moments I felt his cock growing inside me again. He started slow and easy, taking his time, building gradually. I could feel my arousal climbing and I knew he would bring me to another orgasm. He was getting faster and harder, ramming into me. As soon as I started to cum so did he.

We lay together till we recovered,

"I've missed you Sam, I've missed you making love to me. Please don't wait so long to make love to me again. You can have me anytime, you can do anything you want to me, please don't make me beg." I realized I was weeping.

"I'm sorry, Sandra, I'm sorry, I really am." He suddenly got up and just left me there on the floor. I rolled over and cried. I got up, picked up my clothes and headed for the bedroom. Sam was just coming out of the en suite. He wouldn't look at me.

"Please tell me Sam, please tell what is going on. What's the problem?"

"I can't. I don't know. I can't tell you." He left to go back downstairs.

I showered and went to bed, but I didn't go to sleep. I couldn't take it anymore; I had to know why he was treating me this way. I was waiting for Sam to come to bed. I suspected he was waiting for me to go to sleep. Eventually he did come to bed. I waited for him to settle then I climbed on top of him.

"Sam, we have to talk. We can't go on like this. I love you so much Sam, I'll do whatever you want me to, just tell me." I waited but he said nothing. I was weeping again, "Don't you love me anymore?"

"Oh, No! Sandra, no, no, no." He pulled me down and hugged me. "I love you so much, I love you more than anything. I don't want to lose you."

"Then please tell me, please tell me what is wrong."

"I can't Sandra, I can't. I'll lose you; if I tell you, you'll despise me."

"Sam, I love you, how could I despise you?"

I waited. I pushed myself back up so I was straddling him again. He seemed to be trying to say something but nothing was coming out. He took a breath.

"When we first started going out together, I knew you had other boyfriends. I knew that you made love to them as well as making love to me. I used to imagine you with your other boyfriends. Knowing that I was sharing you with them.... well, I found it exciting. When we were first married I still imagined you having sex with your old boyfriends even though I knew that you didn't, that you wouldn't." He waited for a moment before going on, "Later, if was harder for me to imagine you with anyone else simply because there was so little opportunity for you to have sex with anyone else. If you went away for the weekend or if you went away on course, I could pretend, I could imagine you going with someone, making love to them and by the time you came home I would be so excited I wanted to take you as soon as you came in but I would wait till we went to bed but....." again he paused, "Tonight, when you came home; I had spent the time you have been away imagining you having sex with someone at the conference. I couldn't wait for you to get home. I wanted you so bad; I wanted to fuck you like crazy, that's why I took you as soon as you walked through the door. I'm so sorry Sandra, I'm so sorry. Please don't hate me."

I leaned over and kissed him, open-mouthed with my tongue searching for his. He was surprised and it took him a second to respond, but he did. I lifted myself up a little so I could look into his face.

"I love you Sam."

He smiled weakly, "Do you forgive me? You don't despise me?"

"I'm still waiting for you to tell me what it is I am supposed to despise you for; all you've done so far is babble on about your fantasies."

"But.... but.... but...."

"When we make love, I sometimes like you to tie me up and do all those naughty things to me; don't I?"

"Yes."

You were fulfilling my fantasy, one of my fantasies; did you despise me for that?"

"No, of course not, what was there to despise. And besides I had as much fun as you."

"Exactly. So why should I despise you for having fantasies?"

"But.... but..." I put my fingers to his lips.

"If it excites you to imagine me having sex with someone else, then imagine as much as you like. Why would you think that I would object?"

He was silent for a long while. "It just got harder and harder to imagine you with someone else. I knew you wouldn't do anything like that."

Now I was silent for a long time. I put my head back down on his chest. Very quietly I asked "Sam. What are you saying? Do you mean you want me to have sex with someone else? Is that what will turn you on? Will that mean you will be able to make love to me like you used to?"

I felt his cock rise and press against me. I guess that answered my question.

"You want me to do it for real, not just pretend?"

"Sandra, I can't ask you to do anything like that. I'm sorry Sandra, I shouldn't have told you. I shouldn't have said anything. Please forgive me."

I sat up and smiled at him, "Your cock is hard, if you stick it in me right now, if you make mad passionate love to me right now, I'll forgive you."

"What?"

I moved into position and mounted him. "That feels so good, Sam. You have done nothing that needs my forgiveness, Sam, but if it makes you feel better, I forgive you." I lay back down.

He rolled me over and started to make love to me again. He lasted long time and brought me to orgasm twice. After he came, we lay entwined together for a long time. I wanted to think. Should I tell him about Tony? No because if I did this to satisfy Sam's fantasy, I wanted it to be his idea, I should say, I wanted him to believe it was his idea. I didn't want him to think I had 'jumped-the-gun'. I wasn't certain that that would not hurt him and I had no intention of doing that.

If I wanted his love, if I wanted him to make love to me the way we used to make love to each other - I would happily pamper to his fantasy, but there were a number of problems. If I went with other lovers, would he eventually think less of me? If I had a regular lover who knew both us would my lover think less of Sam, think him less of a man? Consider him a cuckold? I will not allow that. But I didn't want to engage in one night stands with anonymous lovers, apart from anything else I suspected I would soon get a reputation.

Could I adopt Tony and Maggie's view? Could Sam? Would Sam want to have another lover? And if he did, how would I feel about that? Jealous? Cheated? Betrayed? Even as I had that thought I realized how illogical it was and recognized the hypocrisy. There was so much to think about. Eventually I fell asleep without reaching a conclusion.

The next morning, we woke and got ready for work. Sam had coffee ready for me by the time I got to the kitchen. I went over and put my arms around him, "Thank you for last night, it was wonderful."

"Tell me, honestly, you're not mad at me?"

"Are you kidding, I love the way you ravaged me - repeatedly."

"No, Sandra, I mean about what I told you."

"I'm only miffed that you didn't tell me sooner. We've wasted so much time." I looked up and kissed him, "I've no intention of wasting any more. Let's discuss it tonight and work out how can make up for lost opportunities."

I went to work, and it started out as just a normal day at the office. The first thing to do was catch up with everything I had missed whilst I was at the conference. I logged on and checked my emails - not much of interest, only a few required any response, most of the rest I could easily delete. I went to the break-room to make a coffee, there was a group including Cindy, sat at a table, so I joined them.

"So what did you think of the conference? Cindy said it was pretty boring."

"It was certainly that, but as Cindy said at the time, it got us out of the office for a few days. So all-in-all it was well worth the trip."

Then Cindy said, "And it gave Sandra a chance to suck-up to the new boss."

"What new boss?" I asked. What was Cindy talking about?

"The new Operations Manager."

"Never met him."

"Yes you did, I saw you chatting to him over coffee and I saw you in the restaurant when I came back to the hotel on Thursday night."

"No, that was a guy called Tony, one of the Brisbane delegates."

"Tony Cantonelli. He did work out of the Brisbane office but he takes over as Operations Manager at head office this morning. It's in the company newsletter."

"I didn't know."

"Trying to sweet talk him into giving her raise, or maybe promotion."

"Nah, she's probably hankering after a transfer to head office."

"Actually, he's not bad looking, a bit old - must be at least forty, maybe she's hankering after a 'sugar-daddy' or maybe something else." The girls laughed, they were teasing me. I was embarrassed but not by their teasing. Then I started to feel angry because he hadn't told me, he had misled me. Then I was embarrassed again, what if he thought I was just sucking up to him. No, it was he who came to me; he invited me to his room. I relaxed a bit but I was still miffed that I hadn't known who he was, how high up in the company he was. Then I thought of the expense he had gone to with the toys he had bought and the limo and restaurant - well, I hope he feels he got his money's worth.

I went back to my desk, checked my emails and opened the company newsletter. Page 1 news, Tony's appointment as Ops Manager. There was a picture - it was definitely Tony, the Tony I had just spent the weekend with.

I went back to work but throughout the day I kept wondering why. Why hadn't he said anything? Ah well, it didn't really matter now. But I intended to be more careful in future, I intended to know more about any future partners.

I got home before Sam so I went straight to the en-suite and had a shower. I wanted to dress in one of the frilly sets of bra and panty outfits that I had bought in Sydney. I hadn't unpacked yet, I opened the case, picked out the set I wanted, started to put the rest away and sort out those things that needed to go to the laundry. At the bottom of the case there was a package that wasn't mine, simply wrapped in a plastic shopping bag. I opened it, there was the vibrator that Tony had used on me and another that was still in its original box, a butterfly. Tony must have slipped them in my case when I was getting ready to leave. Well, I suppose that was sweet of him but..... I put them away in a drawer.

I put on a little make up, a squirt of my sexiest perfume, the new bra and panty set and threw on a robe. I went downstairs and put on some coffee just as Sam walked in. We hugged and kissed.

Sam said, "You look good. Are you going out?"

"No, this is for you. I'm not going to cook tonight; we can order pizza or something later. Have a shower and I'll bring the coffee through to the bedroom." I gave him a couple of minutes then followed him through; he was coming out of the en-suite, towelling himself dry. I told him to get on the bed. I straddled his chest and then slipped forward.

"Do you love me?"

"Yes, of course I do. More than anything."

"Then kiss me."

I flexed my hips, bringing my pussy to his face. He grabbed my hips, buried his face between my thighs and started to kiss, lick and suck my panty covered pussy. I let him continue for a few moments, I was really getting aroused. Sam hadn't performed orally on me for a long, long time. I was tempted but I knew we had to talk. I pulled back, "OK, I believe you." I slid back so I was straddling his crotch; we could look at each other without straining, "Now, how are we going solve our little conundrum?"

"Sandra....." he clearly didn't know what to say.

"You said that imagining me making love to someone else turned you on. But, since I didn't have much chance to have sex with someone else it was hard for you to imagine such a situation. That's right, isn't it?"

He looked miserable but he nodded. I leaned forward and kissed him. He was surprised but kissed me back. "If you knew I had sex with someone else; if I told you I had sex with someone else, would you find that arousing, exciting; would that turn you on?"

"I can't ask you to do that." He was trying to deny it but he had an erection, I could feel it pressing between my butt cheeks.

"Why not. Sam, I love you and I am willing to try anything if it means you will make love to me the way you used to, the way you did last night. Anyway, how do you know I won't like it? I have fantasies too you know. If we can work it out, I might enjoy satisfying your fantasy." There was no 'might' about it, I would definitely enjoy satisfying his (and my own) fantasy but the idea had to come from him.

It took him a while to answer, "You'd do that for me? Are you sure?"

"I love you Sam, I'd do anything for you. The least I can do is try."

"But promise me, you'll tell me if you find it.... if you can't do it.... if it is too much to ask of you."

"I promise. In the meantime, do you remember a guy called Drew? One of the IT geeks at Uni"

"A real nerdy guy? Drew Mathews? What about him?"

"Well, he used to have access to a research room in the library; I went to visit him there one evening......" I proceeded to tell Sam what Drew and I got up to in that research room and ten minutes later he was fucking me like mad. If he was going to continue this way he could play as much music as he liked, in fact maybe we should make love to music - best of both worlds.

At last, it seemed I was going to get my husband back. I would satisfy his fantasies and he would make love to me - we would make love to each other, the way we were meant to, the way that only two people who desperately love each can. And I will have the added benefit of having some fun on the side - not just with my husband's permission but with his absolute approval. We will both enjoy our fantasies, and we will love each other all the more for it.