Firsts - The Lounge

FOREWORD -- THE LOUNGE

This is a long story, and it has been edited. But, due to its length, there is a likelihood that some errors slipped by. I apologize in advance. Please don't let them get in the way of the story.

For the trolls, this story involves extramarital sexual experiences... in a category that is for extramarital sexual experiences. I don't care about what you think. Better yet, don't even read it... especially 26thNC. Instead of trolling everyone in this category like you usually do, maybe try writing at least one story yourself... and go seek professional help for what ails your emotional pain and psyche.

The story is an accumulation of facts and fiction, the facts being based on experiences that I heard while participating in a support group of men who are concerned about their sexual desires. I participated for a short while, but stopped going when I realized that I was incorrigible, but harmless... and that I liked my little dalliances in the lifestyle.

There are a lot of embellishments in this story. Some embellishments are on a grand scale to make it more of a story than of a testimony. But this story is based on a very intriguing factual sharing that I heard at one of the meetings. I had further discussions with the individual that shared his experience to get more details... and to get his permission to write about it. Of course, names and places have been changed to protect everyone's anonymity.

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FIRSTS - THE LOUNGE

PART I

My wife Rachel and I had quite a sex life that began with the very first time that I took her out on a date. It took a strange turn a few dates later when she bravely shared with me very early in our budding relationship that she was not the young, innocent woman that I perhaps thought that she was. She confided that she had been with other men, but didn't disclose at that point that she had been with many other men. That little bit of information didn't come out until I began to ask her for more details about her past. Keeping in mind that old adage of, "Don't ask questions to which you can't handle the answers," we went slowly with that process. She wouldn't ordinarily volunteer to begin such conversations, waiting, instead, for me to bring them up as a sign that I would be ready to hear whatever she had to say. Her revelations were tales of some of her sexual experiences from before we met... and my revelation was finding that they turned me on, almost as if she was reading erotic stories to me from a men's magazine. As I became more comfortable, knowing that the experiences were in the past, she became more comfortable in sharing details that a couple would not normally share with each other. We both wondered why we would have such hot fuck sessions after these discussions. I knew why I did. I had to wonder, though, why she was turned on. Could it be that her erotic memories stirred the lust in her?

It wasn't until years after we married that we 'danced the forbidden dance', opening our marriage up to a menage a trois experience. We did not consider ourselves to be swingers by any means. It was truly a matter of our wanting to do something outrageously and insanely erotic to add some exhilaration to our lives, and to gain some assurance that we "still had it."

During our earlier years, we would occasionally travel away to distant cities for long date weekends, having a family member or very close family friend watch our children. One of those trips unexpectedly turned into a very erotic memory... our first-time extramarital sexual experience.

We were in our mid-thirties at the time. As we were driving to our destination... a large, beautiful estate that had been turned into a resort in the hills of West Virginia about five hours away from home... my mind began to reflect on how we brought such change to each other's lives when we met.

I looked over at Rachel who was dozing in the front passenger seat. I marveled at just how pretty she was. Tantalizing and mesmerizing green eyes. She had dark brown, shoulder-length hair... my favorite color and length. She was wearing short shorts that exposed most of her beautiful, shapely legs. She wore a tee that gave a good hint of her perfectly-shaped, perfectly-sized breasts hiding beneath it.

My thoughts began to drift to those times when she wore nothing for me, and I reflected on my naked body pressed against hers, her knees spread apart, me between them, and with my cock pistoning in and out of her wet pussy. Inexplicably, the thought of seeing her naked, but with another man fucking her, popped into my consciousness... as the thought occasionally did. I knew that she had fucked several other men before we met, but usually tried to steer away from those thoughts. They lead to images in my mind... uncomfortable, yet arousing, images. My cock began to quickly stiffen.

Rachel was positioned in her seat as she dozed such that her legs were slightly parted. I couldn't help but reach over and softly caress the skin of her left leg just below the hem of her shorts. She moved a little, but seemingly didn't awaken. My caresses began to gently find their way to the inside of her legs, heading towards the juncture of the crotch of her shorts. I glanced down, and could make out a slight 'camel toe' in the crotch. I then began lightly rubbing the camel toe with my fingertips.

She shifted a little in her seat again, opening her legs a little wider, and moved one of her hands down over mine. Without opening her eyes, she softly asked, "Mmmmm. What has you so stirred up?"

"Truthfully?" I asked.

"Truthfully, Dan. You know that your secret's not going anywhere," was her reply.

I then began to share my sequence of thoughts with her, adding that my curiosity about her prior sexuality came to mind, and that it stirred something lustful in me. She slightly grinned, and then opened her eyes... those beautiful fuck-me eyes... to look at me.

"Do you think of those times when we have sex?" I asked her.

"I do. I won't say that I think of them a lot, but they do come to mind."

"When they do come to mind, do they have the same affect on you as they do me," I asked.

"Well, I do get tingly. Sometimes, I like to get myself off."

"Do you ever have any regrets?"

"No. I did what I did because I wanted it to happen. And they were super-sexy moments. It made me feel attractive and womanly to have a man's cock get hard over the thought of screwing me."

"And," she went on, "there was just something so different about the time we went on that trip to Vegas... visiting that swing club (referring to one evening when we went to a swing club just to observe)... something about watching that woman having sex with a man while her husband looked on. He got a front row seat of watching another hard cock instead of his plunging in and out of her body, and she liked it! I liked watching that, too. I had watched other couples in my experiences before I met you, but nothing like when the husband just sits by and watches."

"I know. That was so freaking surreal and erotic."

I then asked, "Do you ever wonder if any such opportunities would ever come our way?"

"I don't dwell on it. But I do wonder at times, and I wonder how I would react to it."

"How do you think you would react to it?" I queried.

"How would YOU react to it?" she countered.

"Well, I think that you know the answer to that," I replied.

"No. I don't. We really haven't talked about it. I don't know if that's something that you'd really want to do."

"Well, I'm extremely hard right now, just thinking about it... hearing you talk about how it makes you feel... by looking at your smoking-hot body, and imagining how it would pique the prurient interests of other men."

"Oh, please," she said. "I have a mother's body!"

"Yeah, you do. You had kids. But you have a mother's body like most women don't. You are so well-put-together that I think that you would stir up the imagination of any man. Just looking at your legs is enough to get one's attention. Then you have such a shapely ass. Nice, narrow waste. Perfect tits that, in spite of breast feeding, don't sag at all."

"Wow! Thank you, sir!" she beamed.

"You're welcome. So, how would you feel... what would you think... if another man began to compliment you like that. You always seem to get somewhat giggly when men compliment you. Would your interest be piqued, or would you just blow it off as insincere schmoozing?"

"Where are we going with this?" she asked.

"It's an extreme turn-on for me to fantasize and wonder how you were with other guys. Look, just because I don't talk to you about it that much, doesn't mean that the fantasy isn't there. And it's as strong as it's ever been. I mean, feel my cock right now. And, deep down, I suspect that you are also turned on by it, even though you seem to downplay it."

She reached over and took hold of my cock. "Yep. You're raging."

"Honestly, once I get on that train of thought, it speeds down the tracks so fast that I can't get off of it until it gets to the station."

"The station being... hot sex?" she asked.

"Exactly. I'm going to end up with blue balls at some point this weekend."

"Oooohhhh, I won't let that happen," she said with a smile. "It's a shame to waste a steel-hard dick!"

I chuckled a little.

"So, I'll ask again. If someone came on to you, do you think it would stir any of those thoughts up out of the deep past?"

"Why? Are you wanting to see me fuck another man?"

"My raging, lurid imagination seems to be drying my mouth out as I see images of you doing it. I can't help but wonder if you would ever feel like you would want to do it with another guy again."

"I am a woman, and I am still young enough to enjoy sex. And I do like to think that you find me to be attractive. But I don't know how I would feel at the moment if someone was flirting with me. Maybe. Maybe not. I suppose it depends."

"On what?" I asked.

"On how horny I am at that moment. On how loose and free I am feeling. On whether, or not, if I remember at that moment of how it felt before. On whether I'm sure that you'd be okay with it, or not."

"Is there any doubt on how okay with it I'd be?"

"Oh, I know that you're okay with it," she replied. "I just meant at that moment. Just because it's a fantasy, that doesn't mean that you would feel like that twenty-four/seven. If you felt comfortable with the situation, then I would feel comfortable with the situation. I don't think that I would ever enjoy something like that if I wasn't comfortable."

"I get it," I said. "Well," I went on, "if the opportunity comes along, let's be comfortable enough with each other to share what we're thinking, okay?"

"Okay. You're serious about this, aren't you?"

"Rachel, I'm serious about clearing the air so that, if an opportunity comes our way to act on it, taking home with us some hot, erotic memories that we can replay in our minds, and that will add some zest to our sex life... then, yes, I'm serious. But don't get me wrong. I'm not saying that our sex life isn't good. I love fucking you. It's excellent. But I want us to be on the same wavelength when it comes to exploring, and in enjoying it together."

"Yeah, we do seem to be like-minded," Rachel said. "I'll be open-minded, too. I never said that I'd never do it. I think it's just that we never had any notion to actively look for the opportunity. So, if it's something that you're starting to think about, I am sure that I could begin thinking about it, too. Even though I have reminiscences, I never once entertained a thought about reliving any of my past. I suppose, though, that I could as long as were on the same wavelength. I mean, I did like fucking other men in my "free" days."

"I think that it would be exciting to look for an occasion to have some fun," I said. "Maybe even this weekend."

She replied, "Who knows? If that's what we want, then we'll have to make it happen. But, if it doesn't turn out as we'd like it to this weekend, then we'll just have to keep it in mind for perhaps another time."

"Deal."

"But, this is different than from before," she went on.

"How so, Rachel?"

"Think about it. All of the times that I did have sex with others, I wasn't married and committed to one person. This would be a very bold move on our part! This is opening the gate to something extramarital, a first-time experience for me... and not everyone can get comfortable with that."

"You're right, Rachel. For this to happen this weekend, if anything were to happen, you will need to let me know if you are in a comfortable spot with it. If not, we'll hold off until the circumstances are right, and you're in your comfort zone."

The conversation wound down as we neared our destination.

We pulled into the lodge at the park, and rushed through the check-in process as soon as we could. When we got to our beautiful room with a beautiful view of the surrounding valleys, we just dropped our luggage on the floor, peeled the bed covers back, peeled the clothes off of each other, and fucked with abandon. Not knowing if we would be putting our plan in place right away, I chose to pull out, spraying my cum on her belly and the outside of her pussy lips.

"Keeping it fresh for someone?" she asked, sporting a smile. "Who knows?" I replied.

We then unpacked, prepared for bed, and fucked one more time, me cumming on the outside of her pussy again.

"Oh, my god," Rachel panted. "If this is what thinking about another man fucking me does to your libido, then we just might have to really make it happen, won't we?"

"Maybe. Maybe not."

She laughed, and lightly punched me on my chest.

She began to kiss my chest, moving her way down to my cock. Rachel applied her magnificent oral ministrations to my cock, bringing it back to life. Then she climbed on top of me, and impaled herself on my once-again erect cock. Yes, we fucked one more time before collapsing in each other's arms, drifting off to sleep.

PART II

Rachel woke up first, reaching over to fondle my cock. That awakened me. My cock was stiff with an early-morning woody. Without saying a word, she rolled over onto me, and impaled herself on it as she did the night before. Slowly, she worked her pussy up and down on it. Her vagina was well-lubricated.

With my stiffened cock being a woody, I wasn't sure as to whether I would be able to cum, but I let her enjoy its hardness. The pace of her hips quickened, and her thrusts became more intense on my cock. In what seemed like only three or four minutes, she came crashing down with an orgasm. Her body spasmed hard, jerking and twitching as the electricity of the orgasm raced from her pussy throughout her body. Then she collapsed on top of me, gasping in deep breaths.

I wrapped my arms around her, and kissed the top of her head, letting her rest there for a few more minutes before I had to head to the bathroom.

Down at the breakfast table, we just made light talk about anything, and about nothing. I felt as if there was an elephant in the room.

All the while, I just locked my eyes on her face, admiring those eyes that were apparently trying to avoid my stare. I was wondering what was going through that mind of hers behind those beautiful fuck-me eyes that got their wish. I began to smile.

She eventually did glance up. Noticing my smile, she smiled back, and asked, "What? WHAT??"

"Oh, I'm just dying to know what thoughts are bouncing around in your head this morning, especially after yesterday's conversation, last night's 'you know', and as well as this morning's 'you know'.

Still smiling, she said, "Well... you know."

"Oh, I think that I do. Well, maybe we can discuss it some more throughout the day... see where our conversations take us."

"Yes. Discuss it some more," she responded, smiling even more so.

I caught a little gleam in her eyes. I thought. I hoped.

After we ate breakfast, we went back to our room to get our day trip belongings. As we were moving about the room, I asked, "Does yesterday's discussion have something to do with the apparent increase in the frequency of our sex in the course of twelve hours?"

"Oh, I don't think that it has something to do with it."

"Liar," I retorted.

"It had everything to do with it," she amended.

I walked over to her, took her purse out of her hand and put it on a chair, took her by the arms, and began passionately kissing her. Her response was to wrap her arms around my waste, and kissing back with earnestness.

My kisses traveled from her mouth, across her cheeks to her ears, and down her neck. She stood still, her eyes closed, breathing deep breaths.

I unbuttoned and removed her blouse, then unclasped and removed her bra. I knelt down in front of her, unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts so that I could shimmy them down her hips, and down to the floor. I reached for the waste band of her panties, and slid those down from her hips to the floor. I stood up, pulling her towards me so that she could step out of them.

I moved her over to the bed with its bedspread and sheets still down around the foot, and gently nudged her back onto the bed so that she sat down, completely naked. Sitting there she watched me as I took my clothes off.

I was sporting another rigid hard-on by now.

I stepped toward her at the bed, placed my hands on her shoulders, and gently pushed her back on the bed to lie down. I climbed on the bed, positioned myself between her legs, lifted them over my shoulders, and entered her in one gentle, continuous thrust. She was still so very lubricated, I suspected, from her own juices from being so turned on.

As I thrust in and out of her, I asked her, "Admit it. You are so fucking out-of-your-mind turned on by the thought of having some other man fuck you, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am! What can I say? You know me. Yes!"

"And you wouldn't mind at all if it did happen, right?"

"I wouldn't mind. I'd like it!"

"And you want it, too, right?"

"I do want it!"

"You'd get so well-fucked with two men in the room, wouldn't you?!"

"I would love to get well-fucked by two men!"

"You'd be so turned on with the sperm from two men flooding your pussy at the same time, wouldn't you be?"

"Oh, god, yes! I love when men fill me with their cum!"

Hearing her say that took me to the brink. My cum rushed through my cock, spraying out onto her pussy lips and pubic mound.

"Oh, god, I'm cumming, Rachel! I'm cumming!" I strained to say as I now slid the shaft of my hard cock up and down her labia groove and clit..

She gets off when she knows I cum, and began a tremendous orgasm that seemed to last for well over two minutes with so many aftershocks.

We stayed embraced together, kissing, probing each other's mouths with our tongues, and panting.

My cock softened, and cum dribbled down across her pussy lips onto the bed.

I brought a towel from the bathroom. Rachel cleaned herself up. We both got dressed, and headed out of the lodge to take the day on... and to 'discuss'.

PART III

The afternoon went by rather uneventfully. We did some sightseeing, went to some hand-crafted glass shops, had lunch at a fish tavern on the river, and visited a mansion on the estate that had been turned into a museum. The only notable memory that I had of the day was my inescapable desire to gaze at my wife, and thinking about how some lucky man might be sharing an evening with us, and enjoying her delights, and also thinking how lucky of a man that I was that I married a woman who was that open-minded. Needless to say, my cock kept getting hard throughout the afternoon.

As I watched her, she caught my gaze a few times, and returned my gaze quickly with smiles, almost as if she knew what I was thinking. I suspect that she did.

As we drove back to the lodge, we began to discuss how we wanted to spend our evening. We settled on dinner at the fine-dining restaurant there at the lodge, and then drinks and dancing down the corridor from the restaurant at the lodge's lounge. They had a dance floor, and, on the weekends, live music. The bands that they brought in were mostly what I would call "Cocktail Hour" bands... two to four musicians that played pop and easy-listening melodies that one could dance to. And Rachel loved to dance just as much as I loved feeling her body as she danced. She grew up dancing... ballet, tap, jazz, modern... whatever it took to keep her body desirable.

We freshened up in our room, taking a shower together. I made sure to lather her up real well, running my hands all over her body, sometimes between her legs, around and in her pussy, and planting kisses here and there the whole time.

She wanted to fuck in the shower, but I had it in mind to just do enough to get her lust engine revved up. She probably figured that out. She stroked my soaped-up cock, but I eventually had to step away to keep from cumming.

Our dinner was enjoyable, as dinner at that restaurant always is. We were seated at a table next to a large picture window that overlooked the valley below. As the sun dropped nearer the horizon, a very chromatic sunset began to blossom, and the lights in the valley began to flicker on. It was a very romantic moment, dining with my wife, the woman who gave herself to me, and who chose me to be her lover. Her sexual mind turned me on so very much.

I couldn't help but admire her, taking in the view that I had. She truly was a very pretty woman. At 5'4", she had a well-shaped, proportionate, slender body. That body was wrapped up in a thin, white, one-piece terrycloth dress that had short sleeves, and that came down to about 4 to 6 inches below her pussy. It was a summer evening, so she opted to go without nylons. Her bare legs were magnificently shapely. Because of her smaller, firmer breasts, she also opted to go braless.

We really didn't talk that much at dinner. It was very light conversation. Maybe we were a little jittery in anticipation of what the night might bring. I certainly was. She had a couple of glasses of wine, and I had a couple of Manhattans, with our dinner, but that didn't seem to fully relax us.

As dinner came to an end, I smiled and asked, "Would you like to go dancing now?"

She grinned, and said, "Dancing?"

"Well, for starters. But, if you're thinking what I'm thinking, maybe we should talk a little to see how we could go about it. Let's discuss it back in our room first, where we can have some privacy."

We walked hand-in-hand to our room. She entered first, and I followed. As soon as I was in the room, and the door was closed, she walked back to me, reached up to my face, pulling it down to hers, and planted a searing tongue-kiss that got my dick rising in my pants. She reached down to my cock, and began fondling it under my pants, making it grow even harder.

"I want to fuck tonight!" she whispered. "Who, when, and where is up to you. If it's not you that I fuck, I just ask that I approve of who it is, okay? And that you make sure before we go down that road that I'm still so-minded. Remember, this is new territory. It could be with a complete stranger."

"I understand completely," I responded. "If it turns out that you do fuck someone else tonight, I want it to be a wonderfully pleasant memory that we both can reminisce about. One more matter to discuss before the 'train leaves the station'. Even though you're on the pill, you might consider having him wear a condom. Remember, it would be someone that we really don't know. However, I've given it some thought, and, if we can determine that he is married, that greatly lessens the likelihood that he is unhealthy. Your thoughts?"

"Well," she started, "I think that you're right about the married part. A married man is so unlikely to be carrying anything. And I do like the feeling of going bareback. You know that it turns me on so much when a man cums in me. I get the impression that it maybe turns you on, too. But, we should take some just in case he doesn't feel comfortable without using one. I'd rather have the experience with a condom than to have no experience without one, right?"

"Right!" I answered.

"Do you have any condoms?" she asked.

"I took the liberty of picking some packs up this afternoon," I said with a grin.

She laughed. "You have a one-track mind!"

"I do! And all of my trains are going in the same direction," I returned.

"Now, back to strategy," I continued. Do we walk in together, or would you like to go in first, and that I follow some time later? I'm thinking that, if we go in together, it might be a deterrent for husbands without their wives to break the ice with us on their own. We would have to be prepared to do that. It would give us both an opportunity to scan the herd together. If you spot someone that catches your fancy, I could find a way to break the ice. But, we could be barking at the moon if that person isn't there for that. However, if you go in alone, take a seat at the bar or a table, you are most definitely going to attract attention, and get hit on by the way you look tonight. That would draw out the men that are there for that. You could then thin the herd out, and make a choice. If someone asks, you could tell them that you are waiting for your husband who had to take care of some personal business that afternoon, and is on his way to meet you... or something like that. You could invite him to sit and maybe chat for a while to keep you company until I got there. I doubt that anyone would pass up that opportunity. Then, maybe you could text me after some time to see where I am. That would be my cue to arrive. What do you think?"

"I think Plan B is the way to go. I agree. Let's not waste time with the whole herd, as you put it. Let's find those bulls that are hungry, and let them come to the bale of hay," she said with a chuckle.

"Okay, it's a plan. It might take about thirty to forty-five minutes to corral one, but you play it the way that you want to. This is truly more your night than mine," I stated.

PART IV

The lounge was lively. The music was playing... good, dancing music... the crowd size was just right... a balanced mix of couples and singles... and the dance floor was moderately occupied.

I was surprised when I got Rachel's text. It only took about twenty minutes. But then, I shouldn't have been surprised at all. I'm sure that she caught the attention of many men the moment she set foot in the room. It didn't take long for her to cut one out of the herd. But I waited another twenty minutes to make it seem genuine that I was on my way, and to give them more time to make a connection.

It was a little dim in the room, so I had to look around. I spotted her at a corner booth, waving at me. I put my hand up to let her know that I saw her. As I walked over, my eyes adjusted to the dimness some more, and I began to be able to make out the figure in the booth sitting next to her. The first thing that I surmised is that he might be older than us, but maybe not by much... ten years at the most. That's okay. Rachel looks a lot younger than her age, and the dim light will hide anything that gives her age away.

As I approached the booth, he stood up to greet me, while Rachel remained seated. We was a rather good-looking guy... not movie star handsome, but very good-looking. He looked to be slightly taller than me... may 6' tall... hard to say when he was seated. He appeared to have a bit of an athletic look to him. He had dark brown, well-groomed hair that was on the shorter side, and was clean-shaven. He wore dress slacks, a nice pair of shoes, and a dress shirt that was still buttoned at the wrists. No sign of a tie, and no coat. I also noticed that we wore a wedding ring. Rachel had good eyes.

He stretched his hand out to shake mine, and I took his. "Dan," Rachel said to me with a lovely smile, "this is our new-found friend John." As we shook hands, he apologized for taking my seat, and wanted me to know that Rachel invited him to join her. He then thanked her for the conversation, and said that he'd be on his way now that I've arrived.

Rachel spoke up, "John, don't feel that you have to leave. I really appreciate you keeping me company while I was waiting for my husband. You were good company. Please feel free to stay and join us if you'd like. You told me that you're not with anyone here tonight. It would probably be more enjoyable sharing the evening with someone, making new acquaintances. Have a drink with us?"

He looked at her, then at me, and asked, "Are you sure that I wouldn't be imposing on your evening?"

"Not at all," I replied. "Rachel and I are in town just to get away from life for a while. We had each other to ourselves the whole day, and might enjoy some outside conversation. Please feel free to visit with us."

He agreed to stay at least for a while. I suggested that Rachel move over more to the side that he had been sitting on to make room for me on her other side. John sat down, but a little closer to the end of the seat so as not to be too close to Rachel, likely not wanting to seem inappropriate.

I ordered a drink for me, and a refresher on theirs. Rachel was drinking wine, her drink of choice. John was drinking Manhattans... my drink of choice.

We chatted for a while, finding out a little about John. He was in town at a professional society conference for the past few days, and stayed in town another day to take advantage of the pro-quality golf courses at the resort. He was driving home in the morning. He was married to his college sweetheart, had three kids, two of whom were in high school and one in college. His wife worked as a nurse. He gave enough hints that we put him at around ten years older than us.

We shared some details about ourselves... that we had both met in the armed services, that we graduated from college, that I worked as a professional, and that Rachel stayed at home to take care of the kids. I would have liked to also confide in him that Rachel seemed to have chosen him to fuck her, but that was not something that you just blurt out.

They eventually both shared with me that, before Rachel chose a place to sit, she went to the bar to get a glass of wine. John happened to be sitting two chairs down, with an empty one between the two of them. While waiting for her order to be filled, she looked at the mirror on the wall behind the bar, and noticed him looking at her. She flashed a smile... that killer smile of hers... back at him through the mirror. He chuckled, turned to her, and said, "Please forgive me. I was just admiring your eyes. They are unlike any that I recall ever seeing." She responded with, "That's quite alright. My husband tells me that my eyes are the kind that beg for compliments... or that could get me in trouble."

"I'll have to compliment him on his compliment," he said with another chuckle. "He's absolutely right. They light a room up. Where is he? I'll tell him personally."

"He's running late from a personal errand, and asked me to come early to get a table. I don't know if you've ever been here before, but this place tends to bring a crowd in on Saturday nights... a slightly older crowd that likes to listen to good music, to enjoy their drinks, and to do real dancing. I imagine that tables will become scarce shortly. I should go find one while I can."

"This is my first time in this town. It's small, but it has a big-town mentality. I like it. I love the golf courses! And, yes, you should go get a table now."

"I will. I see a quiet booth over in the corner that I'm going to snatch before someone else does. By the way, my name is Rachel. And you are...?"

"I'm John. Pleased to meet you, Rachel. You and your husband have a great evening!"

"Thank you, John."

Rachel claimed the booth, and sat there, panning the herd. She later confided to me that John was an instant front-runner. He was on the attractive side. She could see how nicely he was dressed as he sat on the barstool. She also saw his eyes giving her the once-over on more than one occasion. She hoped that he liked what he saw.

She sat at the booth for about ten minutes, and didn't notice any real prospects that were more appealing than John at the bar. He came across as very outgoing, and considerate. He was her choice. And there he was, still at the bar, all by himself, watching the sports channel on the TV over the bar. She rose from the booth, leaving her wine there to mark her territory, and walked over to him. She stood behind the chair next to him, and tapped him on the shoulder. He was a little startled, but smiled when he turned and saw her. 'Well, hello again, Rachel. What's up?"

"Well, I'm sitting over there, watching you sitting over here, watching TV, alone. My husband's been delayed a little longer, and I'm probably more bored than you are. I wanted to ask if you'd like to come sit with me while I wait. Conversation is a good thing. Sitting alone in a lounge is not. And you have already convinced me that you are very good at conversation."

We were getting lost in conversation until Rachel announced that we were missing the opportunity to dance, and that's what we came for.

I scooted out of the booth, held out my hand for hers, looked at John, and asked, "John, I'm going to take her out for a spin or two. Do you need to leave, or would you mind holding down the fort for a few minutes?"

John, smiling, responded with, "Only if you let me buy the next round of drinks."

I winked, said, "Deal," and whisked Rachel out onto the dance floor.

It was a slow dance, so I had the opportunity to feel her body in my arms as we swayed with the music. She looked up at me with a Cheshire Cat grin.

"Okay, Rachel... what's with that big grin?"

"Him."

"Him? What about him?"

"Oh, really? I want him."

"Okay. Him. We'll have to work together on this so that he finds it hard to say, 'No'."

"What do you think that we should do?" she asked.

"Well, you know me. I get tired of dancing real easily."

"No, you don't!" she remarked.

"Tonight, I do," I countered with a grin.

"Okay. Are you tired yet?"

"No. Not yet. I want another couple of dances to make it legit... and to get a real good sense of what he's going to feel when you're in his arms on the dance floor."

"Just on the dance floor?" she asked with a Cheshire Cat grin on her face.

"Let's take it one step at a time, okay?"

After a couple of dances more, we went back to our booth. John had our drinks waiting for us.

Before Rachel scooted back into the booth, the band began playing one of her favorite slow dance songs. She turned to me, and said, "This is one of my favorites. Can we dance this one, too?"

I told her that I had a lot of physical exertion that day, and wanted to pace myself throughout the evening, so I wanted to rest for a little while. She then asked, "What about John. Is it okay if he dances with me? John, you dance don't you?"

"Yeah, it's okay with me... if it's okay with John," I responded.

Before John could answer, Rachel walked over to his side of the booth, and held her hand out for him to take it. He looked at me, I smiled, and tipped my head towards the dance floor. I sat down in the booth, and watched the two of them walking hand-in-hand to the dance floor.

They kept a respectable distance between them... or, rather, John kept a respectable distance. In time, though, it looked as if that distance was shrinking. Rachel's demeanor can be disarming when she wants it to be.

A set of songs followed with a livelier tempo, but not too lively that they still couldn't be touching each other. Loving to dance, Rachel was in her element. John seemed as if he'd 'cut a rug' a time or two before, too. He kept up with her just fine.

After the set, a very slow, tender song was played. I saw Rachel pull herself a little closer into John, say something to him... to which he nodded... and lay her head against his chest. She later told me that she said to him that she felt very comfortable dancing with him, and asked if he felt comfortable with her. John seemed as if he didn't know what to do, though, holding his head erect. After about half a minute of this, Rachel looked up at John, and acted as if she realized what she had just been doing. She apologized to John for getting that close. She just got lost in the music and the movement, and forgot that she wasn't with her husband... that they both dance and feel the same. She asked if that made him feel uncomfortable. He said that he just wasn't expecting it, and didn't want to do anything inappropriate. Rachel apologized again, and said that she felt comfortable with John, and then asked if it would be okay for her to dance that way. He gave her a smile, and said, "As long as your husband doesn't come punch me, I'm okay with it. It actually feels good to have a woman as attractive as you leaning her head on my chest."

"Oh, he'll be fine. He knows that I just love to dance. And to me, this is dancing... comfortably, with an attractive man, to really good music."

She laid her head against his chest again, and, I believe, pulled herself even closer into him. He just went with it, eventually relaxing his head so that it was almost touching the top of hers.

She later shared that she intentionally pulled herself closer so that their hips were touching. She sensed what she thought might be the beginning of a hard-on. Then, on a particular dance step that she likes to do, her tummy got up close and personal with his groin. That confirmed that he had a bulge in his slacks.

When the dance ended, they separated, she said, "Thanks for the compliment, John. You dance so well!," and she led him by the hand back to our booth.

Rachel came to the booth, sporting a radiantly glowing smile. She scooted into the booth from John's end, and then John got.

"Rachel, I see that beautiful smile on your face," I said. "Dancing sure does put some of the prettiest smiles on your face, doesn't it?"

"Yes. Especially if your dance partner is an attractive man who confides in you that dancing with an attractive woman is very enjoyable!"

John's face seemed as if it froze in horror.

"Relax, John. No harm done. Rachel's had a few glasses of wine. Her lips get a little loose, but her loose lips don't sink ships," I said with a big grin. "She really appreciates compliments, having grown up with some self-doubts. She is an attractive woman. And she appreciates it even more when she gets a compliment from an attractive man such as yourself."

John began to respond, "I can't imagine her being in a position to have any self-doubts. She is quite attractive. And a wonderful dancer! I did tell her earlier before you arrived that she has the most exquisite eyes that I think that I've ever seen."

Another round of drinks that I ordered arrived at the table. We sipped, and we chatted. We were all much more comfortable with each other. And Rachel was getting freer in her conversation.

Before long, she was wanting to dance again. Now that it was later in the night, the lights over the dance floor had dimmed considerably. She started shifting her body towards John, wanting to get out on his side. He wasn't expecting it, and she found herself practically pressed against him.

"Oh, so sorry, John. I want to dance with you again, and I didn't want to make my husband get out of the booth. You do want to dance with me again, don't you?"

"I believe that I do, Rachel. May I dance with your wife again?" he asked me.

"John, when Rachel wants to dance with someone else, I let her have free reign. I know her very well. It's perfectly fine to dance with her whenever she wants to."

John got out and stood up, giving him a view of Rachel's legs as she scooted out of the booth. And he took advantage of it. As she scooted, the hem of her short dress also scooted up her thighs to almost her hips, partially exposing her bikini panties to John. John didn't turn away, taking it all in. He held his hand out, again, to take hers. She took it, then let go as soon as she was out of the booth, and rearranged herself. She looked up at John, and smiled. He just smiled back. He got a good view of the most beautiful pair of legs that most men never get to see.

Rachel led him by the hand to the corner of the dance floor that was close to our booth... the darkest area on the floor. Once on the floor, she locked him into a close embrace as they swayed to the slow melody... again with her head pressed against his chest. This time, John's cheek was resting on the top of her head in what one could saw was an intimate way.

After a few minutes, Rachel lifted her head from his chest, and looked up at him. I could tell that they were having a bit of conversation, but couldn't make out what they were saying. I was told by Rachel that she told him how much fun she was having, and thanked him for deciding to stay and keep two strangers company... and to dance with her. He thanked her for allowing him to dance with her. He so enjoyed dancing with a woman as attractive as she was.

"Do you really think that I'm attractive?"

"Yes, you most definitely are one of the most attractive women that I've ever had the pleasure of dancing with!"

"But I'm someone's mother. I've had kids. How can I still be attractive?"

"Rachel, that's what men my age would find so attractive about you. You have children, yet you take care of yourself so that no one could tell. I suspect that you might be maybe fifteen or so years younger than I am, but I don't think that I will ever be able to forget tonight. I will be revisited by this memory for the rest of my life."

"Oh, my god, John, that is just about the most charming, endearing thing anyone has ever said to me! Thank you, so much! You have really made this a very special night for me!"

I imagine that it was around that point in the conversation when I saw her tip-toe up to kiss him on his cheek.

"Well," he replied, "you've made it quite special for me, too. And... I have a confession to make."

"Confession? What?"

"As you were sliding out of the booth, your dress slid up your legs. I got quite an eyeful. And I just couldn't look away. The sight was just too powerful to turn away from. You have the most delightful pair of legs that I've ever personally seen! And it wasn't just your legs. I don't ever want to unsee that!"

"Yes, I know you saw that. It wasn't intentional. But I'm glad that you liked what you saw. I work hard to keep my legs in shape. I dance every chance that I get."

"Your husband is a very lucky man, Rachel!"

"Well, he is, John. But I am also one very lucky woman to have him. He's so attentive to me. He adores me, as I do him. He's very... he's very patient, too."

"How so?" John asked.

"Men seem to want to flirt with me a lot. I'm not totally sure as to why because I don't fully understand men. Maybe they just take it the wrong way when I actually talk to them... and maybe smile too much. But he doesn't get bothered by it. He seems to understand it, but more so to understand me, allowing me to enjoy it because of how I saw myself when I was an ugly duckling. He seems to be okay even with serious flirting as long as I'm okay with it. He doesn't want anybody being disrespectful to me, nor do I want anybody being disrespectful to him."

"That's a very interesting relationship," John stated.

"Well, he gets the benefit of it. When I realize that a man finds me attractive, my husband and I are very into each other... if you know what I mean."

John smiled. "I don't know that I'm quite as mild-mannered as your husband is when I know that someone is flirting with my wife, but it does stir emotions up that I'm not used to feeling. And she and I get the same reaction that you two do... if I do know what you mean," he said, still sporting his smile.

"You men!" Rachel laughed.

Again, as a spectator, I could only surmise that that's the moment that she drew him close to her, and wrapped her arms around him in a hug. He wrapped his arms around her back, seemingly pulling her in closer to him. And they just rocked back and forth like that for the rest of the song.

She closed her eyes as her face rested against his chest, sighed at little, and said, "This is so comfortable."

When the song was over, he held her a little longer on the floor. He whispered to her, "I'm glad that we're on the dark end of the lounge."

She looked up at him. "And why is that?"

"I seem to have developed a bit of a problem that a man gets when he dances this close to a beautiful woman."

"Again, you men!" Smiling at him, she quickly turned them around so that he faced the back of the lounge toward the darkest corner where our booth was located. Then she turned away, walking towards our booth, again with his hand in hers.

They climbed in the booth, with Rachel sitting in the center. She snuggled right up next to me. When John got in, he kept some distance on the seat. Rachel gave him a mock look of surprise, and said,

"Really, John? As close as we were dancing out there, you'd think that I have the heebie-jeebies or something? I'm not going to bite you if you're close to me, and I'm not going to break into pieces. I need you closer so that we can propose a toast." John scooted over, leaving about a 9-10" gap. "Closer, John," Rachel told him. He smiled, and scooted over another four inches. Looking him straight in the eyes, she said, "Okay, we're going to do this my way, mister." She scooted over to him so that their legs, arms, and hips were touching. Then she beckoned me over to her. I scooted right up to where I, too, was touching her.

We had fresh drinks on the table by then again.

Rachel had us lift our glasses, and said, "Here's to new-found friends. When we part, let's part in better friendship that when we met!"

"To new-found friends," we both repeated.

We sipped our drinks, and engaged in more conversation while the band was taking its break.

Rachel turned to me, smiled and said, "I have a confession."

"A confession?" I asked. I noticed that the drinks were starting to hit their mark. Her speech was becoming just a little slower.

"Mmm-hmmm."

"Please, lay it on me"

"Well, when I was getting out of the booth to dance, my dress rode up my legs, and showed just a little too much. John saw my legs, and maybe even more. He liked it. And I liked that he liked it. It makes me feel attractive."

After a silent pause, she said, "Did you hear me say that he liked it?"

"I did. How do you know that he liked it?"

"He said so."

"Then he's a lucky man to have that vision to remember."

"That's what he said! My god... you two are peas in a pod!"

She then turned to John, and asked, "John, is your wife beautiful? I'll bet that a man who is attractive like you has a beautiful wife? Is she beautiful?"

This last round of drinks was driving her inhibitions deep into the ground.

"I think that she is. She sure gets, and keeps, my attention whenever she's nearby."

"She's a lucky woman to have you. If you tell her the kinds of things that you told me, she'll love the hell out of you! Do you have a picture of her that you could show us?"

"As a matter of fact, I do." With that, he pulled his wallet from his back pocket, and pulled a picture out.

Rachel held the picture nearer the candlelight on the table. "Oh, John... she is so beautiful!" Rachel exclaimed. "Honey, look." She turned the picture for me to see.

John beamed a large smile.

"That she is, John," I said. And she was. She also looked to be a little older than we were, maybe in her early- to mid-forties. She had stunning blonde hair that hung straight down to just below her shoulders, but with a slight curl inward at the bottom... sparkly blue eyes... a perfectly-sized narrow nose... and one perfect smile. It was just a head portrait, so I couldn't tell what her body was like. But her face sure caught my attention. I couldn't help but think to myself that I wouldn't mind at all looking into that face if I were fucking her.

"John," Rachel began, "My I ask if you two are still romantic with each other? I mean, do you two still have the hots for each other? Do you romance her? Do the two of you have a good sex life? I would imagine that a handsome man like you would want her very much, and that you would want her! She has such a sexy look about her!"

"Uh... well... we... we get along real well. We like to laugh a lot together. We like to go on dates now that the kids are much older. And, yeah, she still does it for me."

"Well, with what little I know about you," she continued, "I would have to imagine that you still do it for her, too. You are a gentleman, and an attractive one at that. Who wouldn't want to be with you?!"

I decided that we needed to guide the conversation towards a new direction.

"John," I said, "you seem to be a bourbon man. Are you?"

"Yes, I am!"

"Do you like Old Weller?"

"I most certainly do!" John replied.

"Well, I was thinking that, if you're interested, I have some back in our room. Hasn't been cracked yet. Our room has a balcony with chairs. This night would be a good night to share some Old Weller with a new-found friend. Are you interested?"

"I am," he replied.

"Good! Did you want to accompany us up, or did you need to make a pitstop first?"

"Let me make a pitstop first, then I'll be right up."

"Okay. I'll grab some ice, and have your drink ready." I gave him our room number, and he said that he'd be there in about 10 minutes.

PART V

We parted with John at the elevator.

After getting a small bag of ice, Rachel and I rode up to our floor. While in the elevator, Rachel couldn't stop telling how much fun her night was going. I was so happy for her. I truly wanted this to be all about her. She was tipsy, but she wasn't drunk. She does seem to toss her mental filters in the trash can as she gets more and more buzzed. I thought that this was a good level for her to be at.

We got to our room. I unlocked the door, turned the lights on, and walked into the center of the room. She sauntered over to me, smiling the whole way, took me in her arms, and asked, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"And what, pray tell, are you thinking?" I asked.

"You know. That maybe, just maybe, this real nice man will have a real nice time here."

"That would be great for him. I'm more interested in you having a real nice time here. And if all goes well, I think that you just might very well have a wonderful time."

"Gawd, I love you, my husband!"

"And I love you, my wife."

We embraced in a very wet, passionate kiss. I reached down under her hem, caressing the outside of her underwear. They were soaked.

"Should I take them off now?" she asked.

"No. Leave them on so that, when he takes them off, he'll see just what effect the evening has had on you.

"Okay. Good idea. I want him to look forward to this, and to remember this for the rest of his life."

"Trust me, Rachel, he will. He will!"

I began pouring the drinks, and getting the chairs ready on the balcony.

She had just slipped her shoes off her feet when there came a knock on the door. I opened it to let John in. He had changed into some clothes that were more casual... some dressy shorts and a collared, short-sleeved Polo shirt. It appeared to me that he shaved, too. Again, he looked very put together.

I handed his Old Weller to him. He took it, and raised his glass to click with mine. "Cheers!" We both took a sip.

"Oh, so good!" John exclaimed.

We walked out to the balcony, sat down, and enjoyed the fresh, summer mountain air as we sipped the Weller.

Rachel had taken the seat between us, semi-reclining in a chaise lounge. In that position, her legs were barely covered. The hem of her dress was very high on her thigh. If you happened to be facing her, you would also likely have seen her underwear.

Referring to the valley lights, I remarked, "What a view!"

John replied, "It certainly is. How did you get so lucky to find a wife with those lovely legs??"

Rachel and I burst out laughing. John laughed, too, realizing the comedy in his remark.

"John, she was sent down from heaven."

Rachel looked at me, and reached over to take my hand. "I love you!" Then she looked over at John, and reached for his hand. "You are so nice, and are quite the gentleman, John. I like you more and more by the minute!"

Rachel released our hands, arose from the chair, and said, "Speaking of legs, these legs have not gotten all of the dance out of them tonight. Would either of you fine gentleman care to make a dancer happy?"

John looked over at me, I looked over at him, and then said, "You're welcome to, John. She's harmless, and she likes you more and more by the minute. Give her some more minutes."

He chuckled, put his empty glass down on the side table, and rose from the chair. She took his hand, and led him inside. She found some music stations on the TV, and played some soft big-band dance and crooner music. Then she went over to John who took her hands in his. He raised his left hand a little, positioned her left hand on his shoulder, and reached his right arm around behind her, drawing her closer to him.

They began swaying to the music. As they did, I could see that they were gazing intensely into each other's eyes. He smiled down at her, and she smiled back up at him. Then she rested her face against his chest.

I had reentered the room, and took a seat on one of the chairs near the wall... and just watched them.

As they danced, he began to caress up and down the back of her white terrycloth dress. He complimented her on how nice it looked on her. It had an eight-inch drop in the back, and his hand found it. He began lightly caressing her bare back. She sighed, and whispered how good that felt.

She let go of his left hand, wrapped her arms around his torso, and began caressing his back.

John moved his other hand around her right shoulder, and began caressing her bare back with both hands. She let out another audible sigh.

I commented, "That looks like some very relaxing, enjoyable dancing, babe."

"Oh, it is! It is!"

The song ended, and they just stayed like that until the next one came on, not missing a step.

Rachel pulled John in closer to her body, as if she could get any closer. I could see her rotating her hips a little as if she was lightly grinding them into him. They slowly revolved as they danced, and when John was facing me, I could see that he was sporting a hard on. Rachel glanced at me, then looked down at John's waist, then back at me, smiled at me. She then closed her eyes and pressed her cheek against his chest again.

When the song ended, Rachel said, "This woman has had enough dancing. Her legs are done for the evening, and feeling a little worn out."

"Why don't you sit on that lounger by the wall, and let me give you a quick massage to help relax you, Rachel?" I asked.

"Oh, would you please?"

I had her sit down on a narrow chair that reclined a little, straightening her legs out in a relaxed manner in front of her. The way that she was sitting, her dress was riding up almost to her panties.

I moved to her right leg, and began gently massaging her feet first. Rachel danced ballet and tap when she was younger, and I've been around Rachel's dance friends enough to know that dancers do not normally have attractive feet because of the wear and tear on them from standing on point in those stiff shoes. Hers are attractive, having been meticulously cared for by her over the years.

"Mmmm, that feels good." She commented, "I'm sure that my husband doesn't mind if you work on the other leg, John. I mean, you are partially responsible from all the dancing. Is that okay with you, babe? I did tell John that you are not an uptight, jealous husband."

"He is partially responsible for your condition. John, it's okay if you want to help."

He looked a little uncertain. Rachel offered, "John it would make me happy if you help. You've been such a nice gentleman all night. You said that seeing my legs was enjoyable. Now you can add touching them to that vision that you will never forget, okay? My way of saying 'thank you' for helping me have such a wonderful night."

John knelt down on the left side of the chair by the lower half of her legs, while I positioned myself on the other side of her, knowing that we would both get a good view of her legs. He just stayed there, looking at her. She smiled down at him. "It's okay, John. If you don't want to, you don't have to."

"It's not that," John replied. "I want to. I just have to come to terms with my marriage if this, by any chance, goes any farther than an innocent massage. And then...."

"And then...?" Rachel asked.

"And then, it is surreal to be here, looking at a very attractive woman who has had me intrigued and aroused for almost all of the night! I didn't want to be presumptuous and inappropriate, but it's become just too hard to resist. I want to just sit here for a moment and take all of this in."

Rachel just looked at him, smiled, and reached her hand out to him. He reached up to take it. She caressed the back of his hand with her thumb for a few moments, gently placed his hand down on her thigh, then retracted her hand, leaving his where she placed it on her leg.

"I understand, John. We weren't really expecting all of this." Rachel continued, "But it seemed to have come to this point, and it felt so natural, so right. If it does feel that way, it's probably because the people involved are allowing it to happen, are making it happen. I think it's safe to say that, perhaps, we wanted to be here. And we're glad that you're here, too. We don't want you to cross over any lines that you feel uncomfortable with. And we don't want you to think that we do this regularly. We've never done anything remotely like this... but it seems to feel so natural... right for us... maybe right for you. So, with that in mind, you are welcome to ride the ride as far as you want to go, okay? You decide what you want."

"Fair enough," John said. "Please don't get me wrong, though. Wherever this goes... or doesn't go... it will have been a very enjoyable night already. If it goes far, it could be the fantasy of many men."

"And, again... you men!" Rachel laughingly chided.

"Now, would you two gentlemen please give me some relief from what you've put me through?"

John reached for her thigh with his other hand, and began alternating between kneading and caressing her leg.

Rachel let out a soft sigh.

By now, I was working her thighs over, kneading and caressing them, too.

Rachel leaned the back of her chair lower, pulling her dress hem farther up, now slightly exposing the bottom of her panties. John took a good look, and locked his gaze there as he tended to Rachel's left leg. Rachel didn't notice. Her eyes were closed.

I worked on her thigh for a few minutes, then moved down to her calves where her muscles usually got tight, sometimes cramping. John followed my lead.

After about five minutes there, I moved back up to her thighs, starting just above her knee, and working my way up close to the bottom of her dress. John lagged behind a little, but eventually shifted his attention to her thighs, too, patterning his ministrations after mine. He, too, ended up at the top of her thigh, just short of her dress hem.

I realized that John was waiting for me to make any moves in any direction as an indication that it was okay for him to do so. With that thought in mind, I began moving my palms and fingers farther up her thigh, dipping under her dress by about four or five inches. This put me at the point where her panties started, but my fingers remained on the outside of them. I wanted to build up to it. My hands moved over the top and outside of her thigh, and up to the beginning of her hip.

As I suspected, John did the same. Both of us working under her dress moved the hem of her dress up her body, completely revealing the bottom of her panties. We could see the contours of her mound and vaginal crevice in the fabric.

I looked over at Rachel's face. Her arms were resting on the lounger next to her sides, her eyes were still closed, and her slightly-parted lips were formed into a soft smile.

I lingered under her dress for a while, as did John. I pulled my hands out, took hold of her foot with my right hand, slipped my left hand under the back of her knee, and lifted her knee into the air while drawing her foot up the lounger. This gave me access to the back of her thigh so that I could massage that area. It also made the bottom of her dress slide even higher up her body, completely exposing her panties. I looked at John. His eyes were locked on that sight.

I told him to continue to massage the left side as is for now, then we'll lift her left knee up for him to take care of the back side of her thigh. As I worked the back side of her thigh, I slid my finger down to where here panties ended at the juncture of her ass and her thigh, sometimes plunging the tips of my fingers under the edge. And Rachel just continued to smile.

After a short while, I lowered her knee, and had John raise her right knee. With her left knee in the air, he got a better angle of view at her mound and panties. One thing that he most likely saw was the hard-to-miss wet spot in the crotch of her panties. He looked at it, then at me. I looked up, smiled at him, and nodded my head a little in affirmation that I saw it, too.

With no dress in the way, John's hands moved freely all over her thigh, brushing the edge of her panties.

I raised Rachel's right knee up again, but also spread her feet farther apart so to give us a better view of her wet spot.

I took the edge of her dress in my fingers, and peeled it higher up her body, now fully exposing her tummy just above it.

"Are you gentlemen enjoying the view?" Rachel asked in the softest voice.

"Hell, yes, we are! We're men, right?" I said. "Well, I'm enjoying this. I can't speak for John."

"John," Rachel asked, "are you enjoying this?"

"I most definitely am! This is erotic!"

"It is erotic, John. Good word!" Rachel added. "Erotic! And, in case you two are wondering, I'm enjoying this very much, too!"

I spoke up, "Rachel, your underwear are quite soaked."

"I know. They've been that way since John and I began dancing in the lounge. John, see what you've done. You wore my legs out, and you got my panties soaked. Would you please remove them for me?"

"Who?" I asked.

"Why don't you, dear? I think it would be hot for my husband to show his wife off to another man. John, would you find that to be hot?"

John replied, "Most definitely! But would you find it also exciting for a strange man to take the panties off of you while your husband is watching?"

"Erotic!" Rachel exclaimed with a smile.

I nodded and smiled at him as he reached over to grasp the band of the panties. "I think that John and I are catching on to the notion of a shared wife, Rachel."

Rachel lifted her ass as he slowly slid them off her hips, up her raised thighs, and down her calves. When they got to her feet, Rachel lifted them out of her panties, and asked, "John, would you please put them over there on the night stand?" I think that maybe John felt honored to touch the panties that she soaked because of him.

John returned to find Rachel's fine pussy now completely exposed. Her mound was beautifully shaven. "Massage, gentlemen, massage, please. I know that you like what you see, and I suspect that you really want it, but I'm needing you to earn your way to it. My legs... and my hips... are needing attention."

I went for her hips and her tummy, as well as her upper thighs, as did John. Our fingers were now repeatedly slipping down the insides of her thighs right next to her pussy, often brushing against the outer lips. He and I would move our hands across the top of her mound, just barely creasing the edge of her clitoral folds.

Rachel's breathing grew into a new rhythm.... long and deep breaths. "Mmmmmmmmmm. This is making me want to do inappropriate things, gentlemen!"

"John," she asked him, "are you okay with inappropriate?"

"I think that I'll be able to handle it just fine, Rachel. Thanks for asking."

"Then I think that it's time we took this to another level, don't you two?"

"Yes," we answered in unison.

PART VI

Rachel raised her arm and offered it to John. "Would you please help me up?"

He took her arm, she swung her legs over his side of the chair, and she stood with his support. As she stood, her dress fell back down over her waist and legs. But she also happened to be standing practically next to John.

Without saying a word, she reached up to his face, and gently pulled it down to hers. When their lips were mere inches away from each other's, Rachel held his face there, looked into his eyes, and said very softly, "I think that you want me, John. You have been such the perfect gentleman tonight. You have made me feel so very special. I want you to know that I want you, too. Let's enjoy tonight, okay?" He gently nodded, and she brought his lips to hers. She held his face as her mouth began to work its magic on his. He wrapped his arms around her, drawing her body to his.

My libido kicked in, and I began to realize that I needed to pay attention to, and enjoy, every last little moment and detail tonight. I was witnessing my wife giving herself to another man for the first time since we married... a strange man whom we only met a few hours ago.

Rachel took hold of John's arms to remove them from around her. When his hands freed from around her, she took them, and moved them to her dress over her breasts. He instantly began caressing the outside of them. "Mmmmmmmm, your hands feel so good there, John."

John and Rachel continued their feverish kissing, as John's hands began to find their way down her sides, and then around her hips to her ass. When they arrived at their destination, he began kneading her cheeks through her dress.

In the midst of the heavy kissing, I saw Rachel jerk her head back slightly, lower her head a little, and let out a very light moan. Only then did I notice that John's had on the other side of them had found its way to the front of her dress. He was lightly dipping his fingertips into a crease in the fabric of her dress over the area of her pubic mound, presumably finding her clitoris.

She leaned her head into his chest as he continued to finger her. Maybe three minutes had lapsed when she took a deep breath, and gently pushed away from him.

"My god, John! That feels so good. But I don't want to orgasm just yet. Too soon. I want to enjoy more of this. And when I do orgasm, I want it to be with your cock in me, okay?"

"I'm quite okay with that, Rachel!" he answered.

"Well, then, we need to get me out of my dress! I think I rather like your idea of my husband getting the pleasure of watching another make disrobe his wife!" she said with a big, beautiful smile. She turned at the waist to face me, and asked, "Dan, would it turn you on to watch another man making me naked?" She puckered her lips, and made an air-kiss at me. I smiled and nodded. With that, she raised her arms over her head, and looked at John with lust in her eyes. "John, I want you to see my naked body!"

John bent forward to grip the bottom of her dress. Taking his time, he peeled the white terrycloth dress upward over her body.

When her pantyless mound came into view, he paused, holding the dress against her tummy. He knelt down in front of her, and asked her to hold her dress hem there at the level of her navel. He moved his hands down to grasp the sides of her hips, and kissed her repeatedly all over her mound. Looking down at him, she smiled, and caressed his hair while he kissed.

He stood, and continued the disrobing. Her breasts quickly appeared, having no bra to hide them. He continued to draw the dress up over her head, then walked over to lay it on a chair.

There was my wife.... Rachel.... standing in the middle of the room, completely naked in front of a man other than her husband, and one whom she had intentions of fucking.

John stood back from her, just eyeing her up and down, over and over.

"What do you think, John?" I asked.

"I think that your wife is stunningly sexy! Just so very pretty! And erotic!"

I asked Rachel, "How are you feeling, Love of My Life?"

While looking at John, she replied, "Dan, I am feeling so naked, and so very, very sexy!" With that, she turned and walked over to me, reached her hands up behind my head, and pulled me down into a torrid kiss. We probed each other's mouths for about a minute, and then she said to me in a low voice, "God, I love you! I am one extremely fortunate wife! I want to make this as memorable of an experience for you as you could ever hope for!" And then she caressed my cheek.

As she walked back to John, I marveled at her body... the curves of her narrow waist, her hips, and her ass. She took his hands in hers, and asked, "Now that you see me as I am, do you want to do inappropriate things to me as much as I want you to? Do you think that you could have fun with me?" she asked him.

"Rachel, you are blowing my mind, lady! I absolutely am hungering for you!" John shared.

"I'm naked. It's your turn. I can't wait to see what's waiting for me. I so very much want to watch you undress for me. No, wait! Let my sex-minded husband watch me undress the man that wants to fuck me!" She looked my way with that same big smile, and I mouthed a kiss. She sure knew how to work my libido. My cock was raging hard.

I watched her slowly remove one article of clothing at a time. Of course, since he had changed into shorts and a polo, she had very little to work with.

She took his shirt off first. He wasn't ripped, but he did have tone. And Rachel like that. She spent several minutes just feeling and caressing his abs, chest, and arms. She circled around to his back, and even spent time feeling that part.

While back there, she stepped up behind him, pressed her naked body against his back, reached around his torso, and began unfastening the belt to his shorts, then unbuttoned and unzipped them. She gently lowered them to the ground, and he stepped out of them. He was now standing there in black boxer briefs.

Rachel moved to his front, and just stood a few feet away from him, her gaze fixed on the sizable bulge in the front of his underwear.

"Dear, I think that my evening just got a whole lot nicer!"

"What do you see, Rachel?" I asked rather rhetorically.

"I see something that promises to make me one very happy woman!"

John was beaming a broad, toothy smile. He looked over at me, and I winked back at him.

"Well, Sweetheart, finish unwrapping the surprise!"

She stepped forward, reached down to his underwear, and slowly peeled it down over his hips.

"Oh. My. God. John, you have one very lucky wife!!! Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said something that might spoil things. John, I...."

"It's okay, Rachel." John interrupted. "Truth be told, this is not my first fling. I've been with another woman before. Again, just a one-night fling. Some excitement in my life. I just reconciled myself to thinking that it was one time, and never again. But it absolutely does not compare with this experience in the least bit! You are just sending me over the top! I'll be okay. I just know that, right now, I want to experience you more than anything else in the world. Now, please set my cock free to pursue your delights, would you?" he asked with a smile.

Rachel removed his briefs. His engorged cock looked like it was about 9" long, and 1 1/2" in diameter, making for a sizable piece of manhood, and it protruded straight out from his body. She was in for a ride!

She moved around to John's front, and gently took his manhood in her fingers. She began to caress up and down the shaft with her fingertips as she gazed at it. She then looked up at John, flashed him a smile, and knelt down in front of him, taking his cock in her mouth. Rachel began licking and kissing up and down the shaft, taking the head of his cock into her mouth, and swirling her tongue around it. She pulled her head slightly away from the head of his cock, and a little string of pre-cum stretched between its tip and her tongue. "John, I'm tasting your pre-cum. You taste so good. I can't wait to taste the real thing!"

I was sitting and taking in the sight of two naked adults engaging in sexual activity, and one happened to be a woman whose married pussy, up to this point, belonged to me. That is the one thought that made this all seem so surreal.

As Rachel continued to suck and lick John's large cock, I got undressed. I sat down again, and began caressing my own rock-hard cock.

John knelt down in front of Rachel, and began kissing her on the mouth. They clasped their arms around each other. The vision of their nude bodies fully touching each other was quite a sight to behold. They began to work their hands over each other's body... John massaging Rachel's breasts... Rachel pumping John's cock... John reaching around to grasp the cheeks of Rachel's beautiful ass in his hands... Rachel reaching around John's back to pull him into her breasts. One of John's hands made its way to her pussy, and he inserted a finger into her. Rachel's head spasmed a little, and then she just let her head collapse against his chest. She stayed in that position for many moments while he worked his finger in and out of her hole, her hands gripping his arms. "Damn, Rachel, no wonder your panties are soaked. You are gushing pussy juice!" John told her. Having said that, he momentarily took his hand away, and brought it to her lips. She began to kiss and lick her juices from his fingers. He dipped his hand into her pussy for more, then began to lick her juice from his fingers. She reached up to kiss him, pushing her tongue into his mouth to taste more of herself while he continued to finger-fuck her pussy.

Once more, she lightly pushed back from John, telling him that she doesn't want to cum yet. John replied, "Rachel, don't worry about that. I intend to make you cum as many times as you'll let me, and in any way that you'll let me." And he continued to work her pussy with his hand.

"Make me cum for you, John! I want to cum for you!"

John's hand became more animated in and around her pussy. I could hear Rachel begin to softly moan, and it quickly began to grow louder... and she crashed. "Oh, my god... oh, my god! Don't stop, John! Do-o-o-o-o-on't stop! Aaaaahhhhhhhhh!" she moaned. She crashed hard, cumming with intensity on John's hand. Her whole body spasmed as she pressed it against his. All the while, I could see one of her delectable breasts on my side of her pressing against his chest, and his immense cock poking much of its shaft and its head from between their bodies.

Rachel leaned against John as her chest heaved in big gasps to catch her breath. "Oh, my god, Dan! What just happened? Did you see me cum?" She looked my way, finally noticing that I was undressed, and smiled at me.

"I did! You looked so hot!"

She was now sitting down, partially on her legs that were tucked under her, and partially on the floor. John stood, and offered a hand to help Rachel to her feet. Looking up at John, she breathlessly said with a little laugh, "I'm not so sure that I can stand right now!"

"It's okay if you'd like to take a pause, Rachel," John offered. He poured a cup of water for her, which she accepted with a "thank you." She sipped between breaths. He continued, "But, I want you to know that I have more in mind. I still have a very hard dick that you made certain suggestions about," he said, smiling.

"Yes! The dick!" Rachel beamed. "I have not forgotten about your dick! Just give me a few minutes, John. I'll be more than ready for it, I assure you! I can't wait to feel it in me." She just sat there, occasionally looking at me, and smiling, seeming so beautifully sexy to me.

PART VII

While Rachel sat there, looking so sweet and desirable, John sat in a chair until she was ready. It took Rachel a few minutes to calm down from the orgasm.

I took advantage of the lull in the action, and began talking to John. "Perhaps this is a good time to address the question of safety... protection. Rachel is on the pill, so there's zero chance of impregnating her. We do have condoms, John. Whether or not you use them is up to you. Rachel and I understand that you're married... and you've been faithful... for several years. The same holds true for us. We have annual physicals, and are quite certain that we are healthy in the sexual sense... no sexually-transmitted issues. We assume that the same goes for you. So, if you're okay with going without condoms, we are, too. In fact, we prefer it. Rachel likes..."

"I like it when I can feel the real thing," Rachel cut in. "It's so much more stimulating, feeling it sliding in and out of me. John, I get so much pleasure when Dan cums in me. It makes me feel so sexy when a man pumps his sperm into my body. I would make it feel so delightfully naughty if you could cum in me, too!"

I continued, "I find it to be extremely arousing, fantasizing about Rachel allowing another man to enter her with his cock, and to cum in her. Oddly, it's erotic to fantasize about seeing someone else's cum all around her pussy. So, it's entirely up to you."

"Thanks for sharing it. I was wondering about it. I would like to feel her, too, so I'd like to go without condoms," he responded.

"Bareback it is!" I added.

When Rachel was finally ready, she looked at John, nodded her head, and held her hand out to him. He arose, walked to her, and helped her up into his waiting arms. His cock had flagged a little, so she immediately began to stroke it fully back to life... which didn't take long. When she saw that it was ready for action, she took John's hand, and lead him over to the bed.

They stood beside the bed, pressed against each other, and felt each other's naked bodies with their hands while their lips were locked to each other's. Rachel broke the embrace, turned towards the bed, and climbed on, crawling on all fours to the center of it. As she did that, John and I both got a good look at her pussy... clean-shaven, nicely-framed by her cute ass, and oozing pussy juice. John mouthed a "Wow!" at me. I winked and smiled back at him.

Rachel turned around on the bed, sat down facing John, and, while propping her upper body up in a sitting position with one arm behind her... with her legs slightly splayed apart on the bed... and with her feet pointed towards him, patted the bed between her legs. Wasting no time, John moved onto the bed, and walked on his knees over to her. He reached down, gently moved her feet farther apart to spread her legs some more so to make room for him, and then moved up between them.

He leaned forward to kiss Rachel. She reciprocated with a prolonged kiss. John tenderly nudged her shoulders back, indicating that he wanted her to lie down. As she reclined, she drew her feet a little towards her, raising her knees slightly into the air. Then she spread her feet and knees even farther apart.

John leaned forward over her, holding himself up with his left arm, and began massaging Rachel's opening with his right hand. Gazing down into her eyes, he said to her, "I just have to taste your pussy, Rachel. And then I'm going to fuck you!" She smiled, and nodded to him.

John backed away enough so that he could position his face at her pussy, and he lied on his stomach between her feet and legs. He inched his face closer, making sure to breathe hot breaths on her mound. He moved in, and inserted his tongue directly into her opening, eliciting a loud sigh from Rachel. He spent several minutes licking up and down her gash, darting his tongue in and out of her vagina, and nibbling at her pussy lips and clitoris. All the while, Rachel's hips were lightly churching, and her feet moved back and forth on the bed.

John rose up on all fours, and moved up over her body again. His pendulous cock swung a bit as he moved. He finally got positioned so that his cock was pointing straight at her labia. He held it there for a while, as the both locked into each other's eyes, and smiled at each other. "You want me to fuck you now, Rachel?" John asked.

"Yes!" Rachel could hardly say. "I've waited all night for it!"

"I have, too," I thought to myself.

I moved closer to the bed, positioning myself so that I could see the tip of his cock suspended and bobbing just a few inches above her vaginal opening while he was bent forward over her body. He was staring intently at her face, and she was staring intently at his cock.

She reached down to take his cock in her hand, and slowly guided the head of it to her entrance. When it touched her entrance, she let go, put her hands on his arms, and smiled up at him. "I can't wait any longer to feel you in me, John."

He nodded, took his cock in his right hand, and began rubbing the head up and down her gash, slathering it in her flowing juices. Then he started to move his hips towards her, and I could see the head disappear in her pussy.

She closed her eyes for a few moments, letting out an, "Mmmmmmmmmmm." Upon opening them again, she smiled up at him, and said, "That feels so good. Please, keep going, John!"

He slowly kept pressing his shaft deeper into her vagina, and she continued emitting an, "Mmmmmmmm." Her breathing became a little heavier, too.

When the base of his cock was fully pressed up against her pussy lips, I could only think of what an erotic dream come true was unveiling in front of me. He was deep in her pussy, all the way up to the hilt. I tried to imagine what he was feeling, being that deep in her body. I wondered what she felt with his steel-hard cock filling her up.

"Now fuck me, John! Fuck me until you and I explode!" she tenderly said.

He nodded, and began to withdraw his cock, then slowly plunged deeply back into her. Her legs were splayed widely for him. As he continued to repeat his actions, she began to softly moan, all the while looking intently into his eyes, and running her hands up and down the arms that that supported his body over hers. I could clearly see her perfect breasts undulate slightly with each of his thrusts.

After a while, Rachel put one hand on his shoulder, and wrapped the other behind his head, pulling him down to her. He lowered his torso down onto hers, and continued pumping his cock in and out of her. Their lips met each other's, and they began to feverishly devour each other's tongue.

I was so captivated by the sight of his naked body on top of hers, of their faces pressed together, and of his hips pistoning up and down between her spread legs, plunging his cock repeatedly in and out of her pussy.

After what must have been about five minutes of fucking like this, I heard an unmistakable moan beginning to well up from Rachel's throat, that omen of an imminent orgasm. Before I knew it, she broke their kiss, and began moving her head from side to side. She was now fucking him back, meeting his thrusts with hers so to drive his cock deeper into her... if that were even possible at this point. "Ohhhh GAWDDD!!! I'm cumming, Dan!!! I'm cumming!!! I'm cumming on his cock!! I love feeling his cock in me, Dan. It feels so good... so big and so hard. Fuck me, John. Fuck me!!!"

In return, John's thrusts became more deliberate and forceful.

"Rachel, you're going to make me cum!" John replied.

"Yes, I want you to cum! Cum in me, John! I want you to cum! I want your sperm in my pussy!"

"Oh, gawd, Rachel, I'm cumming. I want to cum in you!"

"John, fuck me! Put your sperm in me, Sweetie! I want to feel your cum in my pussy!"

His drove his hips hard into her, pressing deeply, and holding it there for a few moments before withdrawing and driving back into her repeatedly. I knew that he was pumping his seed into her. "AAAHHHHHHH!!! AAAHHHHH! DAMNNNNNNN! Oh, you feel so good, Rachel! Your pussy feels so... fucking... good!"

"He's cumming in me, Dan. Do you see him fucking me?! He's filling me with his sperm! Do you like seeing him fucking me? I love having his sperm in me! Do you like that he's cumming in me?"

"Oh, babe, this is so fucking unreal! I'm loving watching you getting fucked. I'm loving watching him pump your pussy full of his cum! Fuck him good, babe! Fuck him good!" And with that, my semen erupted out of the head of my cock, raining down onto my pumping hand and groin. "AHHH, I'M CUMMING, TOO!"

Rachel looked over at me to see my sperm shooting out of my cock. "Oh, Dan, cum for me. I love you, babe! I love that you let me do this! I just love you so much!"

I knew that John had unloaded in Rachel. He continued to pump his cock in and out of her, but in a softer, more relaxed manner. As he continued to fuck her, she began caressing his back, and softly speaking to him and me.

"John, that was such a hot fuck! Your cock feels so good. Babe, he filled me up with his sperm. I can feel it leaking out onto my butt. Do you like that his sperm is in me? I like it!"

He propped himself up over her, smiling down at her, and halted his pumping.

"No, John, please keep fucking me! I'm a married woman with another man's cock and sperm in me, and I want to enjoy every moment more that I can."

With that, John resumed slowly pistoning in and out of her vagina.

They continued their slow fuck for several minutes longer until John lowered himself beside her onto the bed. They both lay there on their backs for a while, reaching over to caress each other's abdomen. Rachel eventually took his hand in hers, and directed it to her clit. He began to lightly caress it.

Her legs were still splayed open, so I stood and went to the foot of the bed to get a view of her pussy. It was still oozing cum, and looked well-fucked. "Are you liking what you see, Dan?" she asked. I could only smile and nod my head.

"I love you, my husband."

"I love you, my wife."

PART VIII

John began to budge from the bed. "No, John, please stay here a little longer, okay?" He lied back down.

Rachel then got up from the bed, and headed to the bathroom. "I'm going to freshen up a little, though. I'm thinking that there's still more night to be enjoyed."

We heard the water running. Rachel cleaned herself with the washcloth, then dried herself with a small towel. She then rinsed the washcloth out, and brought it out along with a fresh small towel. She walked out of the bathroom over to John's side of the bed, and began ministering to his semi-flaccid cock, wiping it with the moistened washcloth, then patting it dry with the towel.

Once cleansed, she bent over and took his cock in her mouth, licking and sucking on it. John closed his eyes. I fixated my eyes on her face, watching his cock stiffen in her mouth. I began to sense my own cock coming back to life, too.

Once John's cock had risen to full mast, Rachel climbed on the bed, and straddled herself over John's groin. She took hold of his cock as she lowered herself onto it. I moved to where I could watch it impale itself back into her pussy. With his cum still in her, it easily slid right up into her.

I moved around the her side of the bed, and sat down on the edge near her pillow so that I could fully see both of their faces, and the action going on down below.

Rachel began to raise and lower herself over his hard cock, and he slightly flexed his hips up to meet her descent over his shaft. They got into a rhythm that I would describe as poetry in motion. Again, her smallish-but-beautiful breasts began to undulate with their thrusting.

Rachel lowered herself down over him to kiss him, and they locked into an unbreaking kiss. With her spread over his torso, I couldn't see his cock sliding in and out, so I decided to move to the foot of the bed. Before I got up, I leaned over, and began caressing her back. She broke away from their kiss to look at me, and I leaned over to kiss her. She met me with an extremely passionate kiss. It was electric to me to be kissing my wife while she was fucking another man. Mind blowing!

I moved a chair over to beside the foot of the bed so that I could sit and watch his cock sliding in and out. It was glistening from his early explosion of semen.

After fucking like this for I don't know how long, John's movements became frenzied. I surmised that another load of jism was welling its way up to his cock. Rachel's breathing also became more strained. John began to unload his sperm into her again, and that seemed to trigger an orgasm of her own. They pounded into each other while he emptied his balls as she pinnacled in her climax.

Their orgasms subsided, and Rachel lied sprawled on top of his torso, her slender back heaving in deep breaths.

After they enjoyed a few minutes in this position, Rachel sat up over him, his cock still impaled in her pussy. He reached up to caress her arms. She reached out to his hands, interlocked her fingers in his, and just sat there beaming down at him.

"My gawd!" she uttered. "I never imagined that I'd be doing this! It's so very surreal. I'm a very proper person, but here I am, a married woman who is absolutely enjoying promiscuous sex with a strange man while my husband watches. How erotic!" she uttered. "John, are you still okay with this? Do you find this to be erotic?

John seemed to not know what to say, pausing for thought, then began, "Rachel, I would never have imagined in a million years that I'd be here with you two, doing something like this. I'm more than okay with this. I'm loving every moment of it. This is making a memory that will bring smiles to my face that will be sure to make people wonder what is on my mind. Of course, it will be you and this very moment. Yes. Yes, I find this to be the most erotic experience that I've ever had!"

"For all of us," I piped in. "I never knew just how magnificent it would be to watch my wife being sexually stimulated and satisfied by the attentions of another man. Oddly, I don't feel any jealousy at all. I did have some anxiousness in the beginning, not knowing how it would go, or how Rachel would handle the idea. I can thank the Old Weller for helping with that. But she was superb, wouldn't you say, John?"

"Yes, superbly stellar. My wife is great sexually, and never fails to enjoy sex. But this... this is a whole different sexual experience. I think the novelty and naughtiness of it becomes part of the equation, doesn't it?" he answered.

I had to ask, "Did you ever entertain any such thoughts with your wife, John?"

"Well, to be honest, I wondered about something like this, but they were very fleeting thoughts. I always tried to subdue those thoughts with straight-and-narrow thoughts because I knew that 1) she would most likely never go for it, and 2) I just didn't know how I'd handle it. They weren't so much thoughts of openly sharing an experience like this with her, but more like me wondering if she ever had an affair behind my back. There was a time in our marriage when I had my concerns about some events that were going on. That gave rise to pictures in my mind. Even though I had a one-time fling, it would still tie my stomach up in knots. Strangely, it would also dry my mouth out, and send electric tingles to my cock, bringing it to life. I'll go so far to even admit that I masturbated a few times to those thoughts."

"I understand, John. I don't know how I would have even broached the subject with Rachel had she not already shared her sexual past enough with me to know that she had an understanding of what differing versions there were of sex," I offered. "I found the same to be true as what you go through. I found myself trying to picture in my mind what Rachel had done with others before. And, honestly, I also had the very same thoughts as you did of her doing something behind my back. I began to channel my thoughts along the lines of us doing something together. No matter what the scenario, my mouth dried out, and my cock hardened. Tonight was the result of open, honest discussion with each other."

"John," Rachel added, "I sure hope that you two do find some common ground so that you can both explore your sexuality together. I'd love for you to find a way to open that conversation in a mutually-respectful way. I so, so glad that Dan and I did. I think that we both had a most wonderful, memorable experience with you."

"Well, I will definitely try to find ways to feel her out on the matter," he said with a grin.

"And, with that," he went on, "I should be heading back to my room. Tonight was so sexually charged for Rachel and me, but Dan would probably like to reclaim his wife... and he should. You two seem like you are in such a strong relationship. So, if you don't mind, perhaps I could rinse off here, then head to my room?"

Rachel quickly replied, "We don't mind, John. In fact, I'll join you, if YOU don't mind."

John beamed, and answered, "I would be honored!"

They both entered the bathroom, leaving the door open. I heard the water running, and the clear glass shower door open and close. I gave them a few minutes to settle in, then began to hear pleasure noises from Rachel. I went in for a peak, finding Rachel facing the back wall to the shower, and slightly bent over. John pressed up behind her, and was rocking his hips back and forth, obviously fucking her again. I left them to it, sat on the foot of the bed, listened to the sex sounds coming from the bathroom, and painted images in my mind of the two of them. My cock stiffened immediately.

I eventually heard Rachel moan in yet another orgasm, followed a few minutes later with a guttural growl from John as he apparently emptied another load of cum into her hot pussy.

They began to laugh, and then I heard sounds of them washing each other.

The water turned off, the shower door opened, and they chatted while they dried each other off. Rachel laughed, and I heard her say with a giggle, "If you keep doing that, we're either going back in the shower, or back on the bed!" He laughed, and apologized.

They came out wrapped in towels, both sporting grins, and him sporting a little bit of a tent in the front of his towel.

He quickly dressed, not having worn that much to begin with. Once done, he came over to me, and shook my hand. "You make for one hell of a husband, Dan. I can tell just how much you love Rachel. Thank you for opening my eyes to a whole new dimension in marriage, sir!"

He then turned to Rachel, and walked over to her. As he approached, she dropped her towel to the floor, exposing her nakedness to him.

He beamed a wide grin. "I couldn't think of a better way to see me off," he smiled. She closed in on him, reached up to him, brought his face down to hers, and gave him a most passionate kiss... one for the road. He caressed up and down her side with this right hand, and gently stroked her breast with his left while they continued their kiss.

When they were done, John gave us a "Good bye," and headed for the door.

"John, wait!" Rachel said. He turned around.

"The professional society that you came here for... what society is it?"

He answered, "It's an annual conference for the American Medical Association. I'm in cardio... a heart surgeon. I gave a presentation."

"Do you go to a new location every year?" I asked.

"We do," he answered.

"Where is next year's," Rachel asked.

John replied, "It's in my home of Tampa."

"Well, then," Rachel continued, "you need to have your wife join you even though it's in your home city. Let it be your getaway, like this was for us." Then she smiled, "Well, maybe not exactly like what we did, she giggled. "But the way you made me feel tonight with your sexual prowess, you should gift that to her. I'm sure that she'd come away starry-eyed and sighing after such a weekend away with you!"

He chuckled, "You are so kind, and have such a way with words. With that, I thank you for a memory of a lifetime, and such good company. Be well, you two!"

We watched as he opened the door, and walked through. Rachel gently closed the door behind him, paused there, just looking at the door. Moments later, she turned, smiled, and walked towards me, still aglow in her nakedness.

Wrapping her arms around me, and pressing the side of her face against my bare chest, she sighed, and whispered, "Dan, thank you. I do hope it was all that you wanted. I enjoyed it, and can only wish that you did, too."

"I most certainly did. You were so very sexy, my dear," I said to her.

She looked up at me, and smiled. "Do you have it in you to fuck me? I'll warn you, though, I still have a lot of pent-up sexual energy.... and a lot of his cum in me."

"Well, 'sloppy seconds' always played into my fantasies of you. Let's get that one crossed off the bucket list, too, shall we?" I smiled.

"Yes, let's," she smiled back.

As we moved toward the bed, Rachel mused out loud, "American Medical Association in Tampa, hmmmmmm?" She flashed a smile at me as I moved in place over her sprawled out body.

"American Medical Association in Tampa. Well, who knows? Next year, maybe?"