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Subject: {ASSM} STORY: My Wife Linda (wife, cheat) - Part 9
Date: Fri, 23 Mar 2001 22:10:02 -0500
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My Wife Linda (wife, cheat) - Part 9
By MikeB
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Copyright (C) by MikeB, 2001.  All rights reserved.  May be freely used for
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My Wife 9 - The Honeymoon continues.   Last night. 

After waking, we put on fresh clothes for the evening.  Linda looked hot in a
moderately short, white, low-cut dress held up by narrow straps.  The top was
tight.  The bottom flared out in daring fashion.  The sides were cut out in two
large diamonds, the side corners of the diamand cutting across her belly and
back, leaving only about a 2" strip of cloth between top and bottom in the
middle, and most her gorgeous ribcage and tummy on display.  Underneath she wore
white French cut panties, and I could tell, no bra.

I wore a pair of loose linen Caribbean-style trousers and cotton khaki shirt,
also white.

After dinner Linda decided that we should both go to the club.  I complained
about needing sleep, but she said it would be good for me.  We went.

The club woke us up with it's loud Caribbean music.  Well, it woke me up anyway.
Linda was already wide awake.  I was coming to realize that this lifestyle was
her true love; where she truly came alive.

It wasn't quite as crowded as the first time we were there, but crowded enough.
Linda maneuvered me over to a fairly dark corner, and we slipped into the long
side of a curved booth really built for 4 or 5.  There was a privacy wall along
both sides of it.  A good spot for holding hands, a romantic kiss, or whatever
without people from adjacent booths eavesdropping.

I ordered drinks and put my arm around her and we leaned back to relax and soak
up the rhythms.  I held Linda's hand, which was moving to the beat.

The drinks came.  I'd ordered a strong rum drink in a tall curved glass that had
an exotic name.  It reminded me a bit of the Hurricane that you can buy in New
Orleans.  As I found out, like the Hurricane, the amount of rum and other liquor
in the drink is typically four times more than a normal drink back home.  As
strong as it is, the fruity flavors make it a very sneaky drink, coaxing a
person to drink more and faster than they would if they knew its true nature.  I
have been in New Orleans, and typically two of those Hurricanes is about the
limit.  If you walk back to your hotel, your head is nicely fuzzy and vision
slightly blurred.  You know you're drunk.  I had a friend once who drank three
or four, and he couldn't walk.  I had warned him.

Anyway, Linda and I both started sipping the remedy.

"How are you feeling, Mike," Linda asked quietly.

"Nice ... this is relaxing.  Our last night.  Just soaking up the atmosphere.
How about you?"

"You know how I feel.  This music gets my bones going!  I feel like rocking!...
Oh I know, you don't want to dance."

"You can if you want," I told her.

She sighed.  "I know.  But I want to make you happy too."  Pausing a bit, she
broke out in a devious smile.  "What would make you happy, Mikey?  Tell me."

'Here we go again,' I thought.  'What now.'  

"I don't know lover.  I feel pretty good," I said.

We sipped some more.  I started to feel it.

"Ohhhh Mike. I know I can make you feel better than this."  She leaned in to
kiss me.  We kissed for awhile.  Feelings of love for her flooded through me.
So did some stirrings.

"I know what would make your night," she said.

"What?" 

Her hand stole into my lap.  " I think maybe we need to get something going
here."  The 'here' was emphasized with a squeeze to my cock.

It felt good, but not enough to get a rise out of me.  I laughed at her, "Like
what?"

"Like I don't know.  How do we warm this thing up?"

"Maybe he's just a little tired.  He's had a lot this week."

She giggled.  "Well, mine's had a lot too, but I could always go for more."

"Damn girl!  You're gonna kill me."  I laughed.

"No no, just leave you lying helpless."

Just then a tall, slender Caribbean fellow appeared at the table.  "Would the
lady care to dance?" he asked, pronouncing DANCE the British way.

Linda looked at me.  "Would you mind?"  She sipped her drink down to about half.

"Go ahead.  You know you're going to anyway," I said.

"You're right," she replied.  Her hand got in the final word.  That squeeze made
things stir more. Linda leaned in and whispered, "Watch me Mike.   Remember how
you like me to get warmed up?"  

She got up and walked off with her partner before I could answer.

I watched them from my dim corner.  The music started up and Linda got into a
groove with the man.  I could tell she liked him.  Her hands went to the top of
his shoulders and his to her hips as they swayed and stepped together.  I didn't
seem to mind at all. I was halfway through my drink and feeling it now, very
mellow.  

The song got wilder and so did the dancing.  They moved together, touching
pelvises and grinding.  Linda smiled at him, forming a little 'oooo' with her
mouth.  Then she did it.  She looked my direction.  I'm not sure she could see
me in the dark, but she was obviously putting on a show for me.  Then she turned
around and looked over her shoulder, beckoning her partner to approach her.  Her
loose skirt flapped in the air, displaying a peek of panty every so often.  Her
partner moved right in, grabbing her naked waist and pressing himself against
her ass.  Linda's head turned toward him, smiling.  As she danced, she moved her
hips from side to side against him.  He moved his hips up and down against her
ass in response.

I sipped some more of my concoction.  My cock started filling.  Watching my
little nympho perform the seduction dance was extremely erotic.  

They danced for about ten minutes, the  animal magnetism between them
intensifying steadily.  Toward the end they were doing everything on the floor a
man and woman could do except actually fuck.  The guy had Linda responding to
alternating french kisses, ass rubs, pelvis rubs, chest/breast rubs and every
other kind of rub.  When the dance was over Linda stood in his arms for a
minute, then took his hand and came over to the table.  She scooted in next to
me, pulling him in next to her.  Linda was hot, sweating and severely flushed.
Her breathing was erratic.  (Erotic?)  She picked up her drink and sipped
another quarter through her straw.

She looked at me, excited. "How are you doing, Sweety?"  She was whispering so
her man couldn't hear.  

I whispered back.  "Fine.  Are you ok?  You're doing major aerobics out there.
Not to mention other things!"

"Mmmmmmm... I'm very ok.  This drink is getting to me."  She kissed me, and kept
whispering. "What other things, Mikey?"

"You know... " I whispered back.

"No... tell me," she teased.

"You were practically fucking him on the dance floor, my little nymphette."

She laughed, and whispered back, "Hardly Mikey.  If I were fucking him on the
dance floor, I'd have known it."

"Well, what do you call it then?"

"Ummm... teasing?  Warming everyone up... You, me... "  

"God!!" I exclaimed.  "Yeah, but what about him?"

"Him?" she giggled.  "Did you think I was leaving him out?"

"NOooo.  That's NOT what I meant," I sighed.

Pausing, she whispered back, "If you want me to not warm him up, just tell me.
But last night you seemed to be kind of turned on by the idea of me warming a
guy up."

"God... How far would you go?"

Linda nibbled my ear.  "If you get me another drink, I'll show you."  She sipped
the rest of her first one down quickly.  I finished mine off too.  I was really
feeling it now.

I ordered another round, including one for her friend.

Linda continued whispering in my ear, "How far do you want me to go Mikey."

My cock surged in my pants.  Linda's hand dove straight for it... It was too
late to keep that a secret.  My brain was in a fog.  What was Linda doing.

"Mmmm... I thought so," she cooed.  The second round arrived.  "Drink up, Mikey.
I want you feeling as good as I do."  She kissed me.

I drank another quarter to a third.  She sipped just a bit of hers.

She continued, "well, if it makes you feel better Mikey, he did have a hardon
for me."  She giggled softly.

"Damn... You must feel pretty powerful.  You got us both hard now."

"Yeah. I'm fucking hot, that's all I can say."

"What's getting you so hot?" I asked.  "Besides your friend there?"

"Mmm... the drinks.  I kind of get turned on when I drink a lot.  I guess I
never told you that before."  "Too late now!"  She giggled.

"So what are you going to do? 

"Your choice, Hon.  But... I want to do something."

"What are my choices?" I asked.

"Ummmmm... dancing more, keeping him hard, teasing him. Dancing really naughty
and close.  Rubbing against him.  Kissing him.  Or going further."

"Fuck," I moaned under my breath.  "How much further."

Linda stroked my cock through my pants.  "Ummm... how would you like to see me
get him off, Mikey?"

I had all I could do to keep from cumming.  Linda was smart to remove her hand
from my pants right at that moment so that I wouldn't.

The drink really had me helpless.  "I don't believe I'm approving this."
 
She smiled and kissed me. "Good boy, Mikey.  You'll get hot from this, trust me.
You'll also get a big reward."

"Anything except fucking him," I tried to add, but she had already turned back
to her partner who she had ignored during this planning meeting. She held her
hand in his.  "Hon," she said addressing me.  "This is my friend Eduardo.
Eduardo, meet my new husband, Mike."

We shook hands.  Linda kept holding his.  "Eduardo?  My husband doesn't dance
much.  He doesn't mind if find a close friend to take care of me.  He likes me
to be happy."  She gave me a wink.

"Your wife is very pretty, and she dances like an angel," he remarked.

"Or like a devil," I laughed.

"Oh, yeah, like a she-devil," he laughed back.

He asked Linda if she wanted to dance again.  She gave me a kiss and a smile and
said yes to him.  

I watched the two of them through several dances.  It escalated from earlier, if
that were possible.  The first dance started with the ass rubbing.  Then slow
songs played, and pretty soon they maneuvered to a corner, where they nuzzled
close and started making out.  Linda let Eduardo french kiss her as his hands
explored her ass.  At one point I saw her hand sneak between them and stay
there.  Her elbow moved slowly up and down.  My cock was hard as a rock, and in
the darkness of the booth and I cupped it through my pants.  Even half drunk,
cumming soon was a distinct possibility.

Linda broke their kiss, and dragged him by the hand to the booth.  She was
smiled when she noticed where my hand was.  They sat down, Linda next to me.

"How are you doing, hon?" Linda cooed in my ear, her near hand reaching for my
pants again.  She saw I was quite hard. "Mmmm... just what I hoped.  Now watch."
She turned back to Eduardo and said, "Kiss me".

He looked at me then back at her, and shrugged, realizing he wouldn't be
stopped.  He put his arm around her and pulled her to him.  They started kissing
and frenching like they had been lovers for weeks.  She leaned up and whispered
something in his ear.  Then she broke away smiling.

She leaned back to me again, rubbing me through my pants.  "Hon?  Eduardo's very
very horny for some reason.  Is it ok if I take care of him?"  She said it loud
enough so could hear.

"Fukkk.." I mumbled. 

I was surprised as her hand then opened my zipper.  "I'd be embarrassed to do
this without you," she said.

In the darkness she reached in and pulled my hardon out of my underwear.  She
rubbed it a couple times, then took my hand and put it around my cock and
squeezed.  "Here, stroke your cock, Mikey.  I have to concentrate, or I'd help
you.  Try to enjoy yourself."

Linda kissed me then turned back to Eduardo.  She looked around to make sure the
coast was clear.  They kissed again and Linda opened his button up pants.  She
looked around to assure herself of their privacy as she fished his cock out.
Holding with her closest hand, from the side next to her belly, she stroked it.
Eduardo was a good 7" long and plenty thicker than me.  She smiled into his
eyes.  They kissed some more.  Eduardo's hand moved down onto Linda's thigh.
She parted her legs and his hand disappeared underneath.  Her eyes closed and
she got "that look" on her face.  Shortly after that her hips started moving.
He had struck gold.  

Linda looked me and smiled, seeing that I was stroking myself.  I was damn near
cumming.  

"Are you OK with this?  Eduardo has such a nice cock... don't you think?

"OHhhhhhhhhhh... shit... " I said.  I couldn't say much more.

"Look at it Mikey.  You like it?  Is it nice like Cielo's?  Look how hard he is,
baby.  Such a nice cock."

"Ohhh fukkk!!!! " I started cumming, spurting seed all over my shirt and pants.

Linda smiled, pleased, then turned back to Eduardo.  Her other hand reached down
to cup his balls while she stroked him harder and faster.  She stared at his
cock.  

"So big Eduardo!  A real man," she crooned.  

Linda's hips moved hard against Eduardo's fingers.  She moaned and her hips
lifted into his hand and her legs squeezed tight, her orgasm hitting.  They came
together.  When they had finished she kissed him, then fastened his pants up.
Somewhat nervously he said goodbye and left.

"How about that," Linda laughed, "jerk and run...  I hope you didn't mind, Hon."

"You're fucking incredible," was all I could say.

"Oh, dear, look at my hand, she said.  It's all wet.  Look what he did to me."

The back of her hand glistened with pearly white cum.

"We should clean it don't you think, Mikey?"  She kissed me and brought her hand
up to my mouth.  "Help me Hon... You don't want me sitting here like this, do
you?"

"You're kidding?" I said.

She frowned and innocently said, "No.  You love me.  I know you don't want my
hand looking like this.  Who else would dance with me with my hand all yuckky?"

She held it up to my mouth.   She knew I would do it.  I snuck my tongue out and
flicked at the slime.  Hot and tangy.  Linda and held her hand closer.  "That's
a good boy ... come on."

I opened my mouth and licked, the biggest drips first, then licking all over,
licking in the crevasses.  Linda made sure to slowly turn her hand so I got it
all.  Even after cumming I was still aroused.

"Good boy, Mikey!  I will definitely give you a surprise later for being so
nice.  Did I get you hot enough so far tonight?" she giggled.

"What do you think?" I asked, looking down at the cum all over my pants.  I
remembered my cock was still hanging out and put it away.

"You're such a naughty boy, Mikey!  Look how you made me behave too!"

"I'm beginning to think this isn't all for me," I said.

"Of course it is, Sweetheart.  I'll stop any time you want me too.  But judging
by your reaction I don't think that's in your plans."

"Linda ... It's not just for me.  You let him put his hand up your dress," I
reminded her.

"So?  What did you want me to do?  Tell him no?  I was trying to concentrate.  I
didn't want to ruin the mood.  It didn't mean anything."

I laughed, "Oh, yeah, sure.  Like you didn't enjoy it?"

"It's only a job," she giggled.

I said, "Let me see."  I put my hand under her skirt and felt the front of her
panties. They were totally soaked.  "You came, didn't you?"

"Well.... ummm... I cannot tell a lie.  It was just an automatic reaction."

"Where did he have his hand?  Over your panties?"

She smiled.  "Well ... that would have been a waste, now, wouldn't it have?  No.
He got all the way in.  I think he found a rather magic spot, too."  She paused.
"I hope you don't mind.  It did feel pretty good."

We fell into an embrace and kissed.  I loved her too much.  I knew she loved me.
What a strange relationship.

We got another drink and sat there.  I noticed Linda eyeing the guys, her eyes
lighting up again.  

After a bit she said, "Mind if I get up and walk around, Hon?"

I said, "No. Suit yourself." 

She kissed me, picked up her drink and walked toward the dance floor.  She
strolled the edge until she was standing near three guys.  She smiled at them
every once in awhile while she watched the people on the floor.  What was she up
to now?
 
One of the guys came over to talk to her.  He looked American, tall, blonde,
handsome, and young.  About 22 or so.  Within minutes they were chatting
animatedly.  He took her glass and put it down and soon they were dancing.
Linda never even looked back at me.  She stayed out there for about five dances.
And yes...after the third dance the flirting and ass rubbing began again.  I
realized that Linda was still in heat.  The first guy (and I) only warmed her
up.  I felt a tinge of serious jealousy, and that arousing surge as well.

At the break, she came back to the table with him and sit down.  Introducing him
as John, they refreshed their drinks.  He had his arm around her, and she barely
talked to me.  After awhile they held hands.

I was getting tired.  It was approaching 11:00.  I broke her spell, tapping her
on the shoulder.  "Linda?  It's late, Hon.  I'm pretty tired.  Tomorrow we fly."

She turned her attention to me.  This is what I always loved about her.  No
matter who she was with, she made it clear I was her husband.  

"You can go on to the room, Mike.  Do you mind if I stay up a bit?  This is my
last night after all, and I just love this music.  I'll be come to bed when I've
finished."  Her words again were filled with double meanings.  

"Sure," I said, as I kissed her.  "Nice meeting you John."  I said.  "Take good
care of her."

He chuckled.  "You want me to?"

I laughed, and didn't know what to say.  With a stupid grin on my face I turned
around and left.

LInda turned back to him.
 
My cock poked up into the front of my pants again as I got up.  I looked down,
and saw how silly I looked.  My hardon was apparent and their were wet cum
stains on the front of my pants.  I tried to keep a hand in front of me as I
walked away.  

I wondered if this was just going to be a dance partner.  Linda was really
moving fast now.  Guys she barely met were making immediate progress. 

I couldn't help it; the suspense killed me.  I snuck around the hall by the side
door and into the dark entranceway and watched.  In the dark boot they were in
each others arms, kissing already. The kissing got fiercer.  My bride was
totally red and totally hot.  John said something.  Linda nodded, and picked up
her purse.  They got up.  John held her hand as they walked like lovers on a
mission toward the front entrance.  

I gave them a few minutes to clear the lobby and hall and left the club myself.
When I got to the front they were nowhere in site.  His room must have been a
different direction.  I went up to our room, undressed, got into bed, lay on my
back, and took my now totally hard cock into my hand.  

Shutting my eyes I pictured Linda opening herself up for this new stranger,
perhaps straddling him, fucking him.  My hand was alive on my cock.  In minutes
a second orgasm shook my body, squirting warm cum all over me and the bed.  Now
I was going to have to lie in it.  Very uncomfortable.

I turned over, shut my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Linda came in about 3AM.  My brain was programmed to awake to the sound of the
door latch.  I heard the water run in the bathroom and watched her peel off her
clothes in the darkness.  She got in bed and shook me.  "Mikey?"

"Mumh HummMmmm...? " I moaned groggily.  

"I hope you're awake.  I brought you a present like I promised."

Unspoken I turned on my back.  Linda straddled my face, and lowered her pussy.
I gave it a lick.

"Good Boy, Mikey. Look how wet I got tonight doing this tonight for you.  Rub
your cock for me, Mikey."

"Mmmmm.." I moaned, taking my fatigued cock in my hand. Somehow I managed to get
my mouth off her pussy.  "Did you get John hot too?"

She giggled, "What do you think?"

She moved her pussy up and onto my lips.  My cock hardened as I tasted the fresh
warmth.

She whispered, "You knew teasing you and Eduardo would get me going."

I mumbled, "Yeah, but you came with Eduardo.  That should have been enough."

"Hardly!" she giggled.

... my cock was going to go off again.  I knew it.

"Mikey?"

"Yeah...."

"Do you mind too much if John made me cum too?"

"Ohh fuk!!!"  I stroked my cock about two more times and came in my hand.

I licked what I knew to be his cum out of her wanton pussy.  Like a starved poor
child I nursed on my meal.  

"Yesss baby ... you know you like me to get hot.  Eat my naughty pussy.  Clean
me Mikey.  Make me cum, Sweetheart."

I did.

The next morning, we showered, packed, had breakfast, headed to the airport, and
acted like any other pair of newlyweds in the world.  

When we spoke in later years of our honeymoon, it was the beach, the club, and
the atmosphere we always spoke about.  

We never spoke about the events that foretold the rest of our marriage.

TO BE CONTINUED................

.... If you enjoyed this, let me know at Manwhotwife@aol.com.
.... Your appreciation keeps me motivated to continue.

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