The Flirting Game

Life is full of curveballs, things happen for random reasons and you never know how things can change.

My story begins with a curveball. My wife Jane and I had stopped into a bar and were halfway into our first drink when I realized I didn't have my wallet, so I went back out to my car and spent about 20 minutes before I finally found it in that cursed tight space between the seat and the middle console. By the time I walked back in, there was a young guy standing beside Jane chatting with her.

Now my first thought is obviously to make sure that she isn't being harassed or bothered, but I saw her smiling and laughing, and the guy looked pretty harmless. Halfway into the bar, I inexplicably stopped and rather than rejoin her, I stood back at a reasonable vantage point and watched. I wasn't sure exactly why I stopped, maybe I didn't want to intrude, or maybe I wanted to tease her about being hit on. But somewhere deeper than that, there was a feeling of pride or excitement that a good looking young guy was chatting up my wife.

Jane is in her mid 40s, but has really good genes and stays very fit. It has always been a source of pride for me that she can turn heads and get compliments. So it wasn't that surprising that she would be holding the attention of a guy who looked to be in his mid 20s. And he definitely looked interested. My guess was that he had bought her a drink or two, and as he chatted with her on the barstool, he would occasionally touch her arm or back, in what looked like a warm, non-creepy way.

At some point Jane looked up and saw me across the bar, watching her with a grin on my face, and she half blushed and half smiled, knowing that I would be having a good laugh with her about this later. But she didn't say anything to him, and she didn't call me to come over. We seemed to have an unspoken message that we were going to let this was just a funny situation that we would play out. We both knew that my wife's participation in the conversation was innocent, and that it was not going anywhere.

So I had a drink and continued to watch the scene of another man chatting with Jane. There were several more moments of laughter, additional touches and general flirting behavior, by both of them, and at some point the interaction between the two of them gave me something like butterflies in my stomach. A bit of jealousy, a bit of intrigue, and a bit of arousal from being on the outside looking in.

Eventually Jane leaned in and whispered something into the guy's ear, and he nodded and gave her a casual hug and then left the bar. I waited long enough for him to leave and not long enough for someone else to come take his place, and eased onto the barstool beside Anne.

She was sipping a drink, looking straight ahead with a bemused smile on her face. "Ok, go ahead with the jokes, I know you've been thinking of them for a while."

"Me? Jokes?" I grinned. "Ok here goes."

Was your friend old enough to have alcohol?

Did he have to leave for curfew?

Did he decide he was afraid of cougars?

She blushed and laughed. "You're hilarious. Thanks for leaving me hanging by the way, the least you could have done is come over and introduced yourself."

"Well it looked like you had things under control," I grinned. "You kinda looked like you were having a pretty good time."

She blushed again. She was blushing a lot. "He was actually a perfect gentleman, we just had a pleasant conversation."

"Ah, so you are telling me that he never hit on you?" I asked.

"Well, he, um, he kinda did," she stuttered. "But he was really nice about it."

For the next twenty minutes we had a playful banter about Jane's new young friend, Richard. Of course I immediately began referring to him as Dick. She said Dick was indeed in his mid 20s, was in town for a visit and had just stopped in for a quick drink on his way to another meeting. She said he was definitely flirting, very complimentary, he especially talked about her dress and how great her legs were, causing me to once again have a pang of jealousy, and a pang of something else. There was definitely something arousing about having another man paying that kind of attention to my wife. I think that Jane picked up on that as well, and at some point she started having fun with teasing me about his flirtations. It helped that she had been drinking pretty steadily.

"I do have to admit, it was nice to have a stranger tell me how hot I am," she said. "Knowing of course that you were right there and nothing was going to happen."

"Well I have to admit that it was pretty hot watching a young stud chatting up my wife," I said. "Knowing of course, that nothing was PROBABLY going to happen."

She playfully punched me in the arm. "I think you're having a hot wife fantasy."

"So why did he leave?" I asked.

"Well, he, told me that he uh, had a meeting he had to get to... but that if I wasn't doing anything later...

She caught herself and got flustered.

"He told me he was staying in a hotel nearby and he gave me the room number," she admitted.

My stomach dropped out at that point, and it took me a minute to gather myself. I had an image, of her showing up at the hotel, with young Dick on the bed, her climbing on top of him and fucking his brains out. Less of an image, more of a movie.

"So what did you say?" I managed to rasp out.

"Well that was when you saw me whisper in his ear," she said. "I told him that if I wasn't married, I would definitely take him up on that, but that I would have to pass."

My brain still had the video of her ravishing young dick in the hotel room (yes, little d on purpose), but I did feel something like relief. I wondered if that was exactly what she said, or if it was something more like "if I wasn't married, I'd fuck your brains out..."

On the drive home I spent a fair amount of time making dick jokes, clever comments with lots of suggestive imagery. She did a lot more blushing, laughingly said "STOP" quite a few times, but I could tell she was enjoying the banter.

Our bedroom that night was nothing short of torrid. We went straight to the bedroom and she literally tore my clothes off and pushed me back on the bed, and before I could get my socks off she had my cock in her mouth and she was giving me a passionate blow job.

"Oh yeah," I whispered. "You were really horny for some Dick weren't you?"

She looked up at me, my cock in her mouth, and blushed yet again. "You're so bad," she murmured.

"I'm a little bit bad," I grinned. "And so are you. I think you were having some bad girl thoughts about your new young friend. You got pretty hot thinking about young Dick."

She smiled at my teasing, but I heard something like a "mm hmm" as she gave my cock a fervent tongue bath. My wife gives a great blow job, I think it is mostly because she honestly enjoys doing it. She told me many years ago that there was nothing better than having me in her mouth and looking up and seeing how much I loved it.

Lucky for her, I also enjoyed giving head, and I wasn't going to let her have all the fun. I shifted around on the bed so I was on top, and slowly but fervently kissed my way down her body, taking my time before reaching my destination and giving her very wet pussy some needed attention. She was on fire, moaning and writhing on the bed, her hands in my hair.

Her hands WERE in my hair, it wasn't long before she had my hair IN her hands, and she was pulling me on top of her with some degree of urgency. My cock was as hard as I thought it could get, but then she whispered into my ear, "I want some Dick," and I got way harder.

A bit of relevant background here, we are sometimes vocal in bed, but it is usually more me than her. She tends to be more introverted.

I can tell when she is really horny when she gets into the sexy talk, telling me to fuck her harder or telling me how good she feels. Sometimes she will talk about how good my cock feels in her, it always turns me on when she says the word cock. I remember one time early in our marriage we were going at it and she said "your penis feels so good," and I almost had to stop because I nearly lost my erection. After I explained to her that penis sounded a tad too clinical, and that cock was much sexier, she always used the term cock when we were going at it hard and heavy.

We didn't use the word cock tonight. We used the word dick, for the first time ever. It was clearly, and openly, a play on words that we were both in on, and we were both enjoying the heightened eroticism of an inside joke. It was playful, it was funny, but it was also hot as fuck.

"This DICK feels soooo good."

"I think you are loving riding this DICK."

"I can't get enough of this DICK."

"You love having DICK inside you don't you."

We were all over the bed, me on top, her on top, taking a mid fuck break for a fervent 69 session. As the passion increased, the talking got even more racy, we started referring to DICK in the third person.

"I love having DICK in my mouth."

"DICK is loving being IN your mouth."

I moved her onto all fours and got behind her, sliding my cock (or dick? or Dick?) into her doggy style. My hands were on her ass as I started a slow, rhythmic motion.

"I think DICK would like to fuck you like this," I said, taking a chance I wasn't pushing things too far. I felt her body move, a quiver of reaction that told me she was turned on by the thought.

"Actually, I think DICK would LOVE to fuck you like this," I said.

We both love to fuck doggy style, the only downside is I love it so much that it makes it hard for me to not lose it, and I was really close to losing it. Then she made it even harder.

"Fuck me harder DICK," she whispered.

I couldn't believe she said that. My head was spinning, my body was shaking. I imagined her, imagining Dick fucking her, and I was somehow loving to be a part of her fantasy.

"Say it again," I said.

"Fuck me harder DICK," she said, louder and clearer this time. "Oh, DICK, fuck me harder baby."

I was only happy to oblige. I fucked her harder, until I couldn't hold back anymore. I had one of those orgasms where it feels like your whole body is involved, your hair is tingling, and you are realizing half way through a very long and copious release that this is definitely top ten, maybe top five, could even be the greatest orgasm I've ever had, or maybe the greatest orgasm in the history of orgasms.

We collapsed on the bed together, exhausted and satisfied, me still behind her holding her tightly, my cock still quivering as it slowly lost its hardness. Eventually she rolled over and she put her head on my chest, my arm wrapped around her.

"Wow," she said.

"Wow," I said.

We both laughed, said I love you, said wow a few more times.

"That was pretty fucking intense," she said. "I'm sorry I got a little carried away."

"That's quite ok," I replied. "I will have to say all that talk about Dick was pretty exciting."

"Yeah, I think Dick had a real impact on your dick," she grinned.

"I think you might have had a real impact on Dick's dick," I laughed. "I bet he went back to his hotel room and had some Dick and Jane fantasies."

"Oh you think so?" she asked. "What kind of fantasies do you think he had?"

"Well I bet he went back to his hotel room and took off all his clothes, maybe got some lotion and started stroking his cock thinking about your hot legs. And then he was surprised by a quiet knock on the door, and he opens it up and you are standing there. You were just going to come and maybe have another drink, but when you see his naked body you can't control yourself, and you come into the room, and you get down on your knees..."

"Stop," Jane laughed. "You're out of control."

"Hey I'm not saying that you would do that, I'm just saying its kind of a hot fantasy to think about. And I guarantee that young Dick will be jerking off to that fantasy tonight," I said.

"Well I do hope he enjoys himself," she said. "I suppose he is thinking about me being on my knees in front of him, him completely naked, me looking closely at his dick, my hands on his thighs, then on his stomach, and then me kissing his cock softly..."

I could hardly believe my wife was taking her sexy talk to this level, but I didn't mind. In fact, it was pretty apparent that I didn't mind, because my cock had gotten hard again.

"Looks like you are enjoying Dick's fantasy a little bit too," she grinned.

"I am enjoying it very much," I said. "Tell me some more about what our friend Dick might be fantasizing about."

Jane moved a hand over to take lightly caress my hardening cock. "I bet he would fantasize that I might stroke his cock like this, and then maybe I would take him into my mouth, like this..."

I gasped, half with passion and half with the surprise that I was already hard again. "If he didn't fantasize about being in your mouth, he should have," I said.

"Mmm," she replied.

As much as I was enjoying the blow job, it was hard for her to talk with my cock filling her mouth, and I was kinda liking hearing her talk. I eased back on the bed and she straddled me.

"If Dick has this fantasy, then Dick's dick is gonna be hard and happy," I said.

"I only hope Dick's dick is as hard as your dick right now," she replied.

And we were off, spending the next ten minutes hard fucking in multiple positions while talking about Dick's dick, until we ended up in a reverse cowgirl, which led me to believe that she was looking away so she could fantasize that it was indeed Dick's dick buried deep inside her.

"Dick's dick is feeling so good inside your wet pussy," I said.

There was a few moments that passed, making me think she was done with the dick talk, though she was still riding me like she was very much turned on.

"Dick's dick is fucking my pussy so good," she said.

So yeah, obviously, I once again had one of those orgasms where it feels like your whole body is involved, your hair is tingling, and you are realizing half way through a very long and copious release that this is definitely top ten, maybe top five, could even be the greatest orgasm I've ever had, or maybe the greatest orgasm in the history of orgasms. So much better than the orgasm of thirty minutes ago.

The next morning, after the passion and alcohol had worn off, there was little banter about our friend Dick, or his dick, my wife went back to being pretty reserved. Over the next few weeks we had sex the normal amount of times, with the normal amount of passion, and though I tried to instigate some more dick talk she wouldn't take the bait. As fate would have it though, I had an out of town conference and we went together and stayed at a hotel, and curveballs came back into play.

After a long day of boring meetings, we had made plans to go down to the bar for a drink and then maybe a late dinner. But as I lay on the bed watching a college football game between Alcorn State and Western Utah State, two teams I'd never heard of, I hatched an idea to reignite the stranger flirtation scenario. Once she was ready to leave, I told her to go on down without me, that the game was almost over and I would meet her downstairs when it was done.

Jane got an odd look on her face, almost as if she was confused for a moment, then understood my ploy, and to my surprise she smiled and agreed.

"Ok then," she smiled. "I'll be at the bar, all alone..."

I grinned back at her. "I'm sure there will be some others there to admire you."

I watched her walk out the door, and had no doubt she would attract attention. My wife doesn't dress super sexy, but she's the kind of fit and attractive woman who looks hot in almost anything.

So I sat there on the bed, imagining her down in the hotel bar, sitting by herself on a barstool, and having young studs come up and buy her drinks. After a while I texted her to check in.

Me: game is taking awhile to finish. everything ok down there?

Jane (after lengthy pause): all good. Lots of good looking men down here though. ; )

Me: Hmmm. Nothing wrong with flirting for a few free drinks. ; )

Jane: Ok then. Take your time. ; )

I was giddy with the excitement of imagining her on the barstool, chatting it up with various men. Talking, flirting, touching. Before I knew it, hours had passed, and then I heard her fumbling through the door, clearly tipsy.

"Hey that game sure ran a long time," she slurred.

"What game?" I answered, my mind long gone from the epic battle between Alcorn State and Western Utah State. I wasn't even sure if it was actually over, or who won. "Oh yeah, that game. Yeah, it just finished up."

"I think they were playing that on the tv in the bar," she smiled. "You could've watched it there."

I was emboldened by her level of intoxication. "Well I didn't want to mess up all those free drinks you were getting from flirty young studs."

She blushed. "No flirty young studs," she said. "But I did have a nice long chat with a very friendly gentleman."

"Oh really, well I want to hear all about it," I said.

Jane unbuttoned her shirt to show a lacy red bra, and hiked up her skirt and straddled me on the bed. "I bet you do," she grinned.

"So his name was Darren, he was in town on business and staying at the hotel. He was about our age, nice looking, had a great smile. And he was a great conversationalist. He was very upfront about being married, and we both talked a lot about our spouses. He told me I was too attractive to be left alone in the bar, so he would make sure to keep others away."

I couldn't help but notice that as she was talking, she was grinding her hips into me. She was obviously turned on about something.

"We talked about all kinds of things, he bought me some drinks, and we had a very nice time. Eventually I told him I needed to go back to my room to check on my football-watching husband, and he offered to walk me back to my room. But it turns out his room is on this same floor, at the far end, so we ended up in front of his room. We talked a little bit more, and then, he um, he kissed me goodnight."

"Oh wow," I said, my heart racing. "He kissed you?"

"Well you know, just kind of a friendly peck on the cheek," she replied.

"So you were standing outside his room, and just gave you a friendly peck on the cheek. Where were his hands when he did this?"

Jane sighed. "He kind of had one of his hands on my waist. At first...."

"At first?" I asked. Between the story and her gyrating on me my cock had gotten rock hard.

"Well, yeah, I mean, after the peck on the cheek, we were talking a little bit more, and then he gave me another kiss..."

I smiled, not wanting to make her feel guilty. "Another kiss on the cheek?"

"No, not the cheek this time, it was more on the lips," she said.

"More on the lips huh? So did he still just have one hand on your waist then?"

"No, he had both of his hands on my waist, one of them around the small of my back. He said that was a nice kiss, and I agreed. And then we kissed again... I mean this time I kissed him, and this time it lasted a little while.

"Like a regular kiss?" I asked.

"Well like something between a good night peck and making out I guess," she said. She stopped and looked at me carefully. "I hope I didn't go too far," she said.

"No, I don't think there is anything wrong with a warm goodnight kiss from a new friend. But just out of curiosity, I want you to show me what happened."

I got us both up off the bed and we stood together at the foot of the bed.

"So you were sharing a kiss goodnight with Darren, like how close was he standing to you?" I asked.

"We were pretty close," she said, moving closer to me. "After a while I had my arms around his neck, and he had his hands around my waist, and while we were kissing he did kind of move his hands down to my ass. I wasn't too sure that was ok but it felt good.

I gulped and nearly swooned, but I put my hands on her ass and caressed her ass with my hands.

"Yes, kind of like that," she said. "But then when we were kissing he was squeezing and massaging my ass and pulling me close in, and I could feel him."

I squeezed her ass and pulled her close to me. "You could feel him?"

She nodded. "I could feel him get hard."

I was pretty sure she could feel me get hard too. "You could feel his hard cock?"

"Oh yeah. He was really hard. Like throbbing hard."

"Was that making you wet?" I asked.

"Very wet. Like I am now," she said, slipping out of her skirt. She was down to her lacy red bra and panties, and she was trembling with excitement.

"I'm kinda surprised he didn't ask you to come into the room, to maybe take things a little further," I whispered in her ear.

"Well he did, in a way, I mean he asked me if I wanted to come into the room and make out some more," Jane said. "But I told him I wasn't sure my husband would be ok with that."

My hands were all over her as I was kissing her ear and neck. My head was exploding with arousal. I heard myself talking before I realized it was me. "Next time you can tell him your husband would be ok with that," I whispered into her ear. "He would be very ok with that."

She may have had an orgasm just from hearing me say that, or thinking about doing that, or thinking about me thinking about it, but we were done talking about it, and we had moved on to the carnal lust phase of the evening. We tore each other's clothes off and ravished each other on the bed, fucking like animals in heat. I was a little worried I was fucking her TOO hard, until she told me to fuck her harder, which I somehow managed to do. And then it came. The unimaginably explosive orgasm, possibly top ten, maybe top five, could even be the greatest orgasm I've ever had, or maybe the greatest orgasm in the history of orgasms. Certainly better than the one I had talking about Dick's dick.

We didn't talk about it much the next day, but it was pretty clear to me that we were both really enjoying this new game we had discovered. So it wasn't surprising that when I suggested a few weeks later that we take another trip, to another hotel, that she was enthusiastically supportive. It was also not really surprising that when I suggested that she go down to the hotel bar by herself, and I would come down a little later, she smiled and nodded. And it was not really that surprising that she was wearing a shorter skirt and a more revealing top.

I met her at the door to our room and gave her a peck on the cheek. "Have fun... maybe I'll see you in a little while."

She gave me the smile of a vixen on her way to being naughty. "Maybe," she said.

"Text me if you need me for anything," I said.

She nodded and then she was gone, striding confidently out the door, and I was left to lie down on the bed with the memories of the past adventure and the fantasies of what might happen tonight. I had plenty of time, it was over two hours and apparently she never felt the need to text me. Just like last time, it was apparent that she had knocked back a few drinks, and she looked a bit disheveled.

"Hey, I was just about to go down to the bar, I grinned.

"Oh really," she slurred. "Well I haven't been in the bar for a while, so..."

"You weren't in the bar? So tell me then, what have you been up to?"

"Well, I had a very nice man come over to me and sit down beside me in the bar, and he started buying me some drinks. He was very nice looking, well built. His name was Ian, he was married but his wife is on a girls trip, so he was all by his lonesome."

I felt my heart skip a few beats. "I guess he was lucky that he found you to talk to."

She nodded and leaned back on the table opposite the bed. "We definitely had a good conversation. He said his wife was super hot, but they hadn't had sex in a while. Then he said that I kinda reminded him of his hot wife. She laughed. The more he had to drink the more he talked about how sexy I was."

"Eventually he invited me to take a walk through the hotel, and somehow we ended up in front of his room," she giggled. "I told him I needed to get back to my husband, but I did tell him it would be ok if he gave me a goodnight kiss. I told him you were ok with that."

I was nodding, salivating, entranced by every word she was saying.

"So we were kissing each other good night, slowly, passionately, it was so nice, he was a really good kisser, just the right amount of tongue, it was making me really hot. And then he asked me if it would be ok if I came inside for a little while, maybe have another drink, and kiss each other goodnight some more. I said I thought it would be ok, because you had said it would be ok."

"Yes, I did say that," I rasped. I was trembling with excitement and arousal.

"So we went inside the room. There was a couch, just like the one in our room, and I sat down as he made us drinks." Jane walked over and sat down on the couch, and I couldn't help but notice how high her skirt rode up on her long sexy legs when she sat down. "Then he came over and sat down beside me on the couch. And then he asked if he could kiss me goodnight again. And I said yes."

I had collected some of my wits, enough to speak anyway. "Well that seems like a nice thing to do," I said. "Letting him kiss you goodnight... some more."

I got up off the bed and walked over and sat beside her on the couch. "So tell me more about this long, slow, kiss goodnight."

She smiled, relishing the memory. "Well, we were on the couch, and he had his arm around me, and we were kissing, and he was kissing my ear and my neck, and oh, you know what that does to me. I was getting really horny, and then I put my hand on his leg, and I heard him moan, I could tell he was getting really horny too. I guess I had drunk more than I thought, because while we were kissing that sneaky little devil unbuttoned my blouse.

"Oh my," I said, kissing her neck. "Did he do it like this?"

As I kissed her on the couch I deftly unbuttoned her blouse, until it was hanging open and revealing a very lacy purple bra.

"Oh yeah," she said. "Just like that, I looked down and my blouse was hanging open. Then he moved my hand up higher on his leg, until my hand was on his upper thigh, and I could almost feel the heat and hardness of his cock. And his hand was lightly rubbing across my bra as we were making out, and my nipples were sticking out, just like they are now, and then he was using a finger to draw slow circles around my nipples, and I was losing my mind. I couldn't stop myself, I moved my hand over his cock, and started stroking his cock through his pants."

"Oh my GAAAAWD," I said, completely overwhelmed by the imagery.

"Like this," she said, as she started stroking my cock through my pants.

"Oh yeah," I said. "I bet he was enjoying that."

"He was. He told me so. He said he couldn't believe how good it felt to have my hand on his cock like that. He said I had beautiful fingers. I'm sorry if I went too far, but it was making him feel so good, and he was making my nipples feel so good..."

"Definitely ok. What happened next?"

"Well we were still kissing, making out hard, and he was teasing my nipples and I was stroking his cock, and we were both moaning, it was super hot. He had a big cock, and he was super hard. And he asked me if it would be ok if he took my bra off, and if it would be ok if he took his pants off, and we could fool around a little more..."

I was dizzy with arousal, both from the story and the fact that she was still stroking my cock. "I think that it would be ok, what did you do?"

"Well I wasn't sure, so I told him we'd better not, so we just kept making out, and I kept stroking his cock. He did kiss my nipples a few times, through the bra, and to be fair, I leaned over and kissed his cock through his pants. Just once. Maybe it was more than once, maybe a few times. My mouth was watering, thinking about his cock, I was really wanting to tear his pants off and see that cock, but I wasn't sure that would be ok. So I just kissed his cock through his pants, and stroked it with my hand, and then he had a full body convulsion and clearly had a massive orgasm in his pants. I don't think I've ever seen anyone come that hard."

She leaned over and started kissing my cock through my pants, stopping to give me the play by play on how he had reacted, and between the stimulation and the description of Ian's orgasm, I also had a massive convulsion and lost my load in my pants. I'm not going to suggest it was a top ten, or top five orgasm of all time, but I would have to say it was easily in the top two most intense orgasm I'd ever had without taking my pants off.

By the time I had taken my pants off and peeled out of my soaked underwear I was horny again, and I had Jane tell me the whole story again, this time with more details, and we once again ended up fucking each other's brains out. As we were recovering from our passion, her head on my chest and my arm tucked around her, she whispered softly into my ear.

"So just for future reference, would it have been ok if we had taken our clothes off, and maybe taken things a little further?" she asked.

"Oh yes," I said. "Next time you can tell him your husband would be ok with that... he would be very ok with that."

The next time was a few weeks later, once again, after a trip out of town to yet another hotel. One difference was, SHE booked the hotel, and let ME know about it. When evening came and the idea of going down to the bar came up, SHE suggested that maybe I wait a while and come down later. And what SHE wore out the door, was a pair of tight black pants, a silky top and a strappy pair of high heels. I briefly thought about fucking her BEFORE she went downstairs, but I fought back the urge. I gave her a warm hug and a kiss and told her to go have fun. She smiled, licked her lips seductively, and said that she definitely would.

Clearly, she was starting to enjoy this game. I was loving every minute of the game, but it struck me that she might be enjoying it even more than me.

After a few hours passed, I sent her a text, asking her how it was going.

Jane: (after about ten minutes), it is all good. I've been chatting with a nice man named Cal, and we got a private table and are having some drinks. He's in the restroom now.

Me: Well that sounds good.

Jane: I've gotta tell you, he is so good looking. He is tall, dark, and super handsome. And he's built, he's got a great body.

Me: Hmm, that sounds... promising. ; )

Jane: Maybe... ; )

It was another two hours before I heard her at the door, she wasn't just tipsy, she was drunk. I heard her drop the room key, giggle, stagger against the door, and giggle some more. It took her a few minutes to get in the door. This time she was even more disheveled, to the point that I realized that her blouse was on backwards. Her hair was mussed up, almost like it had gotten wet, and she had a faraway look in her eyes.

"Oh my," she said. "You are gonna love this story."

I was on the bed, dressed only in a bathrobe. "I believe you," I said. "I can't wait to hear all about it."

She stumbled forward, taking off her blouse and bra and giggling about the fact that it was on backwards, and peeling out of her tight pants, revealing that she had on a sexy silk thong underneath.

"Well after a while in the bar, Cal invited me up to his room. And he was so hot, he was such a stud, he told me he had played college football, and I don't think it was many years ago. We were kissing for a while, standing up and I hope I didn't take things too far, but he was just so fucking hot, and I wanted to see his body so bad... so I stepped back away from him, and I just told him, I am dying to see you naked. He laughed, and said ok. So he took his shirt off, and he was so fine. Young, muscular, no hair, just perfect. And then he took his pants off, and he was just down to his boxer briefs, and I could see the outline of his hard cock. And then he stopped and he asked me if I was sure about this, and I nodded, I told him that my husband had told me that it was ok, and you did right, you said it was ok?"

I was nodding profusely. "Absolutely."

"So he took his briefs off, and oh my. He had the most magnificent cock I have ever seen. He was big, and perfectly shaped, and his erection was just amazing. He was like a work of art, and I was just standing there gawking at him. I didn't want to move, I just wanted to stand there and look at him, and he was smiling and watching me watch him. He obviously knew he was a stud. So then he started stroking his cock, and I really don't think I've ever been so turned on from just a visual. Eventually I snapped out of my trance, and he suggested that maybe I take some clothes off too. And I thought that would be ok, so I did, I slipped out of my pants and my blouse and then I was just in my bra and thong. He was watching me, standing there nearly naked in front of him, and stroking his cock, and it was such a fucking turn on that I started touching myself. He got on the bed and I was at the foot of the bed, and he was stroking his cock and I was stroking my clit, and it was soooo hot. Then he asked me to show him my tits, and I was so turned on watching him stroking his cock I just did it, I took my bra off and showed him my tits, and then he couldn't stop talking about how perfect my tits were. And I was telling him how perfect his cock was. He was still stroking his cock, and getting harder and harder, and he was telling me how hot my body was, and how I could be a stripper, and then he asked me to do a stripper dance. I think I may have lost my mind, but I did it. He was lying back on the bed, stroking his cock, and I was at the foot of the bed, in just my thong, doing a dance for him.

I should stop here and point out that Jane has done a stripper dance for me in the past, and she is really good at it. Really, really good. Just the thought of how good she was at stripper dancing, and that she was doing it in front of this stud, was blowing my mind

"I was doing the dance, rubbing my tits, gyrating, bending over, showing him my ass. The whole time he was watching me intently, stroking his cock. It was incredible. Then he asked me to climb up on the bed with him, and get on my knees and straddle him, and keep doing the dance. I couldn't stop myself, I was aching to get closer to that magnificent cock. So I got on the bed and straddled him, I was still in the thong but my pussy was really close to his cock, and I was rubbing my clit with one hand and teasing my nipples with the other, and gyrating over him. It was like we were pretend fucking."

"I bet that Cal wishes it was real fucking," I said. "Did he say he wanted to fuck you?"

"Well, he sorta did, but he was married, and he didn't want to feel guilty about going all the way, so he kept saying that he would love to fuck me but he wasn't really pushing it. And I wasn't sure that was ok, you know, with you. But I have to be honest with you, it was the most amazing sex I never had. He had such a hot body, and such a magnificent cock, I had an orgasm just pretend fucking him."

"Oh wow, that's intense. So did he have an orgasm?"

She blushed. "He did. I was above him, straddling him as he jerked off, and he asked me if it would be ok it he came on my tits. He said my tits were so amazing, and he wanted to see them coated in his cum. So I got down on my back and he got above me. Now he was straddling me, sitting on my stomach, and stroking his cock. I could tell he was enjoying himself in that position, looking at my tits, and he was taking his time. I didn't mind at all because I was just mesmerized watching him touching that amazing cock. I couldn't stop telling him about how impressive his cock was, and at some point he shifted up so he was straddling my chest and his cock was right in front of my face. He stopped stroking himself so he lost his full erection, and he sat there and teased me with his semi hard cock, waving it in front of my face. I was licking my lips and my mouth was watering, if I'm being honest if he had shoved that glorious cock in my mouth I would've sucked him all night.

I didn't wait for her to ask. "That would've been ok. I'd have been ok with that. TOTALLY ok."

She giggled at the fervor of my comment. "Well he didn't, eventually he moved back down to where he was on my stomach, and he started stroking himself again, until he was fully hard again. Then he asked if he could fuck my tits..."

"Yes that would've been ok too."

She laughed again. "So he put that amazing cock in between my tits, and he had his hands on my tits and he was sliding his cock all over my tits, in between them, over them, rubbing his cock on my nipples. His cock was so hard, and so hot, it was like a metal rod. I could tell he was getting close, so I started sucking on my fingers, one at a time, as I was watching his cock, and telling him how amazing his cock was, how much I'd love to taste him. And then he was groaning, and thrusting, and I was telling him to fuck my tits, and then he lost it. And when I say he lost it, I mean he lost a load like I've never seen before. My tits, my stomach, my chest, was just coated in his warm cum. He sat there on top of me and watched me rubbing his cum all over my chest. He told me that it had been the most amazing sexual experience of his life, that he had never had such an intense orgasm. He said you were a lucky guy."

"Cal knows his stuff," I said. "So if he came all over you, why don't you have cum all over you now?"

"Well we stayed in bed like that for awhile, and then I got up and took a shower to wash all the cum off, I wasn't sure how you would feel about me coming home covered in cum. So I got in a nice steamy shower, and then he joined me, and I got to soap him down from head to toe and rub my hands all over him. I have to tell you, when he turned around and let me wash his back I almost fainted, he had the nicest ass I've ever seen. I spent a lot of time soaping and rubbing and washing his ass, I even slid my finger into his crack to get him extra clean. When he turned back around his cock was hard again, and I don't know if this was ok but I couldn't stop myself from lathering up and giving that cock a full cleaning. And by full cleaning I mean I washed that cock with soap and water for a good twenty minutes."

"Really, so what was he doing with his hands while you were stroking his cock?" I asked.

"Uh, well, he was cleaning me up too. He had me soaped up, he spent a lot of time washing my tits, he just couldn't get enough of them. And he spent a lot of time with his soapy hands on my ass cheeks while I was stroking his cock."

"Hmmm. What about your pussy, did he wash your pussy for you?"

"He did a little bit, but I wasn't sure about that, so I didn't let him do it for long. Just like, five minutes."

"Oh wow, so he washed your pussy for five minutes? That seems pretty long."

"I wished it had been longer, he was sooo good at it, he knew just the places that needed washing the most. He had me so turned on, and I could tell he was turned on too. He said he wanted to fuck me so bad, and then he was talking about all the different ways he wanted to fuck me, in every different position, and I wasn't sure I'd be able to say no, and then he came hard again, spewing his load all over my hands. We had a good laugh about coming just in the nick of time, and then we finished the shower. I got dressed and we talked a few more minutes." She paused for a moment, and then she looked at me intently, and then she put her hand over my cock and stroked it. "He asked me if I thought my husband would be ok if he had fucked me in the shower."

Without a word, I took her by the hand and led her to the shower, turned it on and let it steam up. Then I steered her in, turned her around so she was facing the wall, and in one thrust I slammed my rock hard cock deep inside her. She was loose and wet, from her activities and storytelling, but I was telling myself she was loose and wet from being rammed by Cal the stud. I slid my hand around her neck and put my mouth right up to her ear.

"Next time, I want you to tell him to fuck your brains out. I want you to tell him your husband is totally ok with that. I want you to tell him that your husband WANTS him to fuck your brains out. I want you to tell him that he can cum all over you. But next time I don't want you to wash it off."

I heard her gasp and moan and felt her spasm hard and I realized she was having an epic orgasm of her own. Maybe it was in her top five, top ten, I don't know.

I slid my cock out of her and stood back. "Now, I want you to imagine that I'm Cal, and I want you to tell me to fuck you."

She moaned out a long string of m's, her back still to me. She bent over just a bit, enticing me with her soapy ass. Her eyes were closed, and I was sure she was imagining I was Cal. "Cal, I want you so bad. I want to feel your amazing cock. And I want you to fuck my brains out."

I wasn't going to turn her down, as me or Cal, so I pretended to be Cal and fucked her like I thought Cal would fuck her. I moved over and poised my hard cock right between her legs. I got some soap and I washed her back and her ass and then slowly slid my cock into her. She moaned. She gasped. And then I did what she told me to do. I fucked her brains out.

She continuously called me Cal while I fucked her from behind. I lost control when she said "Cal, I think my husband would want you to fuck me even harder." I'd have to rate my own orgasm in the top five all time shower orgasms. Maybe top two hotel shower orgasms.

We had crossed the final line on spousal permission, I had made it pretty clear that the next time she played our flirting game with some lucky guy, she was fully authorized to take it all the way. I was pretty excited at the prospect, I don't know if it was my intent to get here from the beginning, but the idea of her being picked up by another stud and being fucked had me nervous and aroused.

It was arousing to me, but it was beyond that for Jane. Over the next week she kept bringing it up, asking me if I was sure I'd be ok with it, teasing me with scenarios.

"So if I meet a guy at the bar, and we go to his room, and take off all our clothes, you'd be ok with that," she asked.

"I would be ok with that," I replied.

And if he asks me to suck his cock, you'd be ok with that?" she asked.

I put my arms around her waist and pressed my hard cock against her ass. "I'd love it," I said.

"And you'd be ok if he said he wanted to go down on me, you'd be ok with him licking my pussy?"

"Mmmm. I'd love that too."

"And you'd be ok with him fucking your wife?"

I moved my hands up to her tits and fondled them, as I slid my cock up and down her ass. "Yes, I'd be ok with him fucking my wife."

The conversation continued in the bedroom, as every time we did anything or changed position she would ask again if it would be ok. From 69 to missionary to reverse cowgirl and everything in between, she would look me hard in the eye and ask, "Is it ok if I do this with him?"

Every time my answer was yes, right up until the time it was several yeses in a row while I was having another top ten orgasm.

I was planning another trip for our flirting game, nervously about to pitch her on a nice hotel picked out in a nice city, where she might meet a nice guy to chat with, but as it turned out she was already ahead of me. She had already booked a hotel, for the coming weekend. It was on.

So that Friday night we are in the hotel room and it's getting late in the afternoon. I was chilling on the bed, trying not to act like a kid at Christmas. Jane disappeared into the bathroom for a while and when she returned, my jaw hit the floor. She was dressed in a one piece silky number that has a deep cut in the back, almost down to her crack. The dress was stunning, her scrappy stiletto heels had "fuck me" written all over them, and she was clearly not wearing a bra.

"Oh my," I gasped.

She grinned back at me. "Too much?" she asked.

"Oh no, just enough. You look amazing."

"You are correct," she said. She walked over and stood above me on the bed. "Now, I am going to go down to the bar, and I am going to just wait and see what happens. You don't need to pretend to watch a game, or pretend to have a call. You just make yourself comfortable here, and maybe have some reckless fantasies about what I might be up to."

She winked and licked her lips, and then she was gone, leaving me alone on the bed with my reckless fantasies.

After a half hour of reckless fantasizing, I sent her a text to see how it was going.

Me: I'm having reckless fantasies. How's it going.

Her(after 20 minutes): Going well. I had to fend off a few losers, but I met a guy named Kirk who is quite the charmer. ; ). He had to make a call he will be back in a second.

Me: Hmmm. Kirk sounds a lot like...

Her: ; )

Me: Do you think he's fuckable?

Her: I think he might just be...

Me: Do you think you might fuck him?

Her: I think I might just...

Me: Tell him I said it was ok

Her: I will. We are going up to his room pretty soon...

Then it was just me and my reckless fantasies again, wondering what might be happening with a mix of nervousness and arousal. It was over two hours later when she came back to the room. I didn't even have to ask. I could tell by how she was walking, by her mussed up hair and by the expression on her face that looked a lot like she did after a day at the spa.... utterly satisfied.

Meanwhile, I was on the bed, completely naked with a rock hard cock, not even pretending that I was trying to make it downstairs.

"Hey, I guess I should apologize for not making it down to the bar," I grinned.

"It's ok, I found something to do," she smiled.

"Well do tell," I said.

She took a slow, sultry walk over to the side of the bed and stood looking down on my naked body. "Well, Kirk and I had a nice chat, and then we went up to his hotel room. He took things pretty slow, we had a drink and we kissed for a while. He really liked my dress, he kept talking about how good it made my ass look, and he couldn't keep his hands off my ass while we were making out."

"I can understand why," I said.

"I told him that I was married, but my husband was ok with me having fun. And he asked me if my husband was ok with me having fun naked, and I said yes. So he slid my dress off, like this," she said, as she let the silky dress fall away to the floor, leaving her with nothing but a lacy thong.

"Oh my," I stammered.

"Oh my is right," she said. "He got undressed and got on the bed, and oh, he had a very nice body, maybe not as nice as Cal, but he was fit and tan and his cock may have been even bigger than Cal. He said that I looked so hot in the thong and high heels that he just wanted me to keep those on for a while, maybe walk around and show off my body. So I did, I walked slowly around, made us some more drinks, while he watched me from the bed. He was really intense, the way he was watching me, and talking about how hot my body was, and how much he wanted me. And then he asked me if my husband would be ok with him fucking me."

As Jane was telling me all this, she was walking slowly around the room, showing off her hot body to me just like she had done for him. Then she got back to the edge of the bed, and leaned over. "So I told him, yes, my husband told me that he would definitely be ok with you fucking me. That my husband would love it if you fucked me. That he wanted you to fuck my brains out."

Jane slipped out of her thong and moved over me on the bed, up on her knees. "I told him that my husband wanted him to fuck my brains out, and cum all over me. So he did."

I looked down at Jane's body and momentarily forgot to breathe. Jane's pussy was sopping, her pubic hair looked like it had been hosed down with whipped cream. My head spun out of control at the sight of it, but rather than be repelled, I was overwhelmingly aroused. I couldn't take my eyes off her pussy. I couldn't believe my own reaction, my mouth was watering and all I could think about was having my mouth all over that. I pushed Jane onto her back and put my head down between her legs. I breathed in the musky scent, passed my face close over her a few times, and then plunged my face onto her, rubbing my face directly onto the cum that had been left behind. And then my mouth was open, kissing, licking, sucking, reveling in the salty remnants. I was vaguely aware of the concept of a "cream pie" but I had never thought about it myself until that moment, and frankly I couldn't get enough. I couldn't get enough of it on my face, in my mouth, when I had cleaned her up on the outside I moved my tongue inside and found more still inside her.

Meanwhile Jane was writhing like an animal, she was obviously turned on by my enthusiasm, and eventually she worked herself off the bed and pushed me onto my back, and then she sat her pussy down right on my face, so that any of the cum that might be deep inside her would ooze down onto my waiting tongue. As she sat on my face, slowly grinding her pussy into my tongue, she continued to talk about how turned on she was.

"I love having your tongue in my pussy, right where Kirk's cock was. Can you taste his cock?

"Mmhmmm," I somehow mumbled.

"I want you to fuck me with your tongue, just like Kirk was fucking me with his cock," she said, as she gyrated on top of my face. "Except that you get to taste Kirk while you fuck me with your tongue. I want you to take your time, I want you to get me good and cleaned out."

After what seemed like a good half hour of me getting her good and cleaned out, she spent some time showing me how she sucked his cock, and then she reviewed all the various positions they enjoyed together, all while still wearing her high heeled shoes. I was slowly fucking her doggy style when she told me the last story.

"His favorite way to fuck me was doggy style, he loved having his hands on my ass while thrusting into my pussy. But I told him that when he was about to come, I wanted to be facing him, because I wanted him to come on me. I wanted him to coat my pussy in cum, so I would be able to show that off to my husband. So he was on top of me, fucking me soooo hard, and then he pulled out, and shot his load all over my pussy, sooo much cum, and in the middle of cumming he coated his cock in his own fluids and then put his cock back inside me. He covered me in so much warm cum, both inside and out."

The visual of Kirk losing that massive load onto my wife, rubbing his semen covered cock into her pussy, was more than enough to send me over the top, but the recent memory of having my face buried in that pushed me to levels I'd never imagined. Definitely top ten. Definitely top five. Definitely top orgasm, ever, probably even the best orgasm I will ever have in the future.

And then we were splashed out, exhausted on the bed, spent both mentally and physically, just enjoying the best-ever post orgasm bliss. I was on my back, my arms still wrapped around her, she had her head on my shoulder, somehow still wearing the high heels.

It was a while before I could put together a sentence. "Wow," I said.

She grinned. "Yeah wow, that was pretty intense."

"I will have to say, the most impressive thing about this whole flirting game is how you managed to come up with those names," I said. "I didn't miss the acronym, Darren, Ian, Cal, Kirk. D-I-C-K."

Jane laughed. "Ha, I wondered if you would get that. I think it's pretty impressive that you actually booked two rooms on the same floor every time."

"That's nothing compared to the detail that you came up with on these stories," I said. "I mean, that was some Oscar-worthy performances."

"Yeah I could tell you were quite into the stories," Jane winked. "I couldn't help but notice you're enthusiasm with the cream pie scenario... I should tell you, I did embellish that with some whipped cream, so you weren't just eating your own jizz."

"Ha, I thought I tasted too good, that must explain it. I did enjoy that though."

"At the end of the day, I think the most impressive thing is that you managed to fuck my brains out first as a made up character and then as yourself," she said. "That takes some stamina."

I grinned and flexed a bicep. "Actually, it was only part stamina. It was mostly being married to a hot wife."