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Subject: {ASSM} Bolero, a wife sharing story bytonytony3 (2/5)
Date: Tue, 28 May 2002 14:10:03 -0400
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Bolero: A Wife Sharing Story, 2/5
by tonytony3 (C)
"Would you want me to let another man do what you're doing now?" I asked him 
as I opened my legs a little, so that by the time he got to my vagina he 
found it hot, and wet, and available. And he didn't waste a minute. He got 
fingers into me, while he was still sucking at my nipple.

"Tom?"

"Yes?"

"Are you serious that you want me to get someone to do this?"

"Oh yes."

"My dress is getting wrinkled." I lifted up, pulled at my hem, folded it and 
my half slip back to my waist. His hand never stopped, but now, in the dim 
light of the parking lot, we could see my breast, exposed, and my legs 
spread with Tom's fingers moving in and out of me.

I said "Are you saying you want somebody else to be touching me, with their 
fingers where yours are, and looking at me all exposed like this in the car? 
That's all right with you?"

"Yes, more than all right, it's perfect."

We both enjoyed the game a little too much, and I knew my husband, playing a 
guy who picked me up, was as aroused as he could be.

"Don't you think it's a little unfair, that I'm getting all of the 
pleasure?" I asked.

"Oh, but I love doing this to you."

"But I want to give you - no, I want to give him - some pleasure, too, OK?"

"What would you do?"

By now his mouth was on my breast again. I lifted his head from my breast, 
lay my head in his lap, turned toward him a little - not enough to interfere 
with the wonderful things his fingers were doing to me, though.

"I'd do this."

I put my mouth on his shirt, above his belt, breathed through it, so my warm 
breath went through his shirt, to his skin. I don't think it warmed him, 
though. He seemed to shiver.

"And maybe I'd do this."

I lowered my head until it was in his lap, but facing him. I could feel the 
heat from his crotch. I got my hands on his belt, got that open, got his 
pants and fly open, reached in, got my hand around his cock - what a 
surprise, he had an erection.


"You'd want me to, wouldn't you?" I asked, as I stroked him and felt 
twitches, and quivers, as he tried to control himself.

"Well??"

"Yes, I'd want you to do that."

"Tom, his cock would be right in front of my mouth.

Shouldn't I do something about that?"

"Yes, take his cock in your mouth like you do for me. Suck it!!!"

A tilt of my head, a little movement, and my lips were on it.

I took a break after a minute. "Is this what you'd want me to do?"

He pushed himself back deep into my mouth, and I heard "Yes. Do more". We 
both heard someone walk up to the car on our right, and we both looked out 
the passenger side window as a guy looked in. "Lucky bastard", he said, as 
he saw Tom's hand covering my crotch, an exposed breast, and Tom's cock 
almost in my mouth. He got in his car, and drove away. Tom usually has a lot 
of endurance - he can hold his erection for a long time. But now, as the 
other car was pulling out, I felt his cock pulse, and he came in my mouth. 
That doesn't happen too often with us.

Afterwards, driving home -"Tom, you owe me a major orgasm."

"You're going to get one!"

His cock wasn't working any more that night, but his fingers and mouth were. 
I got what I wanted.

The next morning we spent in bed, cuddling, talking.

"That was some fun."

"I liked last night", I said, "did you?"

"You bet."

He asked: "Would you really do that with someone else?"

I told him I thought it was pretty exciting, just with him pretending to be 
a stranger.

"Did you mind that guy seeing you going down on me?"

I thought for a minute, and was surprised at my reaction.

"It made it even better," I told him.

Tom said "The whole evening was a major turn on for me. I'd like you to do 
that, maybe even more, so long as you would end up here with me later."

"Tom, the only 'more' left would be for someone else to fuck me." I could 
feel myself getting excited again. "Is that what you want?"

He took my hand, and put it on his cock. It was getting hard again.

"At this moment, yes."

For the first time in years, we had intercourse every night that week.

Tuesday, in bed, before sex, Tom gave me a gift. I often wear a thin gold 
necklace with a single diamond pendent. It's a favorite that Tom gave me. 
This was a much longer fine chain. I doubled it, put it on my neck.

"No, no, you wear that on your waist, right on your skin."

"Oh."

I got out of bed, took off my negligee, and he put the chain on. It rode 
high on my waist on one side, low on my hip on the other, with the ends 
hanging free a few inches down my hip.

"Now, that IS sexy" , he said, and proved it.

Afterwards - at least I thought it we were done - I told him how much I 
liked it, but that I thought it should be worn more as a belt on a simple 
dress. "Barbara, wear it on your skin. And Barbara, it will be OK if I'm not 
the only guy who sees you wearing it."

That lead to another sexy session.

On Friday morning, at breakfast, I asked "Are you sure you want to go back 
to the Marriett tonight?"

He answered with a question and a grin. "Yeah, what about you?"

"Tom, this is a dangerous game, but I admit I like it too, but, uh, what if. 
. .?"

He looked at me right in the eye. "Anything you do is sure OK with me."

My grad students didn't have my full attention that day. I got home early, 
Tom by 6:30. I was ready to get dressed. Tom wanted to help, and the notion 
of having my husband help me get ready to go out and flirt - maybe more - 
made me even more excited.

When I finished drying after being in the shower, Tom knelt in front of me, 
looped the chain around my waist, pulled me close and nuzzled into my pubic 
mound. "Everything else can go, but only I get to take this off, OK?"

"OK."

I don't wear much makeup. He watched as I dabbed a bit on. "Honey, put a 
little perfume on your neck, too."

I did.

"Maybe some between your breasts, just in case?"

"OK."

"Thighs?"

"Tom, stop it! I can accept the idea of having someone play with my breasts, 
but. . ."

"OK".

I selected my fooling around outfit for the evening. Silk blouse, long wrap 
around skirt that showed leg when I walked, fairly high heeled shoes. No 
bra, no slip, no panties. If we were playing strip poker, I couldn't lose 
too many hands. I felt free, sexy, naked, hot. "Tom, if tonight starts off 
like last week did, you may have to wait a while if I go to the parking 
field with someone. Will that be OK?" His eyes told the story - it sure 
would! He confirmed it. "I'd like that, it would be fun for me, too. But 
what about you? It's your body."

"I made promises to be faithful to you. I don't want to break those 
promises."

"Honey, " he said, "this is not cheating. It's for our pleasure, and I don't 
care about other people's opinions. It's between us."

"OK. I'm ready to go."

"Good, but before we do. . ."

He took me in his arms. It started out as a romantic kiss, but then his 
hands were on my ass under my skirt. "I love the way you look. I can feel 
the chain, too, and I like that. If things get pretty hot in the car with 
someone, at least you'll be wearing something! I love you, and I love you 
even more for doing this."

We started to the hotel: not a word was spoken as we drove along Rt. 2, not 
a word along 128, we were each lost in our thoughts. The hotel is just a 
couple of turns from 128, and we got there too soon. He whispered "I love 
you" as he dropped me off, then went to park the car. I sat in the lobby, 
feeling excited, erotic, maybe a little trashy. Tom walked in - I know he 
saw me - walked by, and walked down the hall to the lounge without 
acknowledging me. I waited, went to the lady's room, then with a deep 
breath, entered. Tonight, I was pretty sure, I'd be willing be kissed 
passionately -- I wanted to be-- and was scared and excited about it.

I had two cocktails for courage at the bar, rejecting a couple of 
invitations to dance. Finally, I decided it was time. It started out pretty 
much like the week before. Once again I danced with a couple of guys, but 
then almost exclusively with a tall man named Ted who was a sweetheart of a 
guy. Sexy, too. He wasn't grabby, but he sure knew what I wasn't wearing, 
there were enough casual touches, hands along my back and so on, for him to 
know that. I think he even figured out the chain, which rode high on my 
waist on one side, and on my hip on the other. The dance floor was pretty 
dark, but I could see Tom at the bar, watching. I'm pretty sure he saw Ted's 
hand move down my back, and pass over my buttocks. I knew Ted thought he was 
touching bare ass under my skirt.

I could see Tom watching, as I looked at him over Ted's shoulder. I thought 
I could turn up the heat for all three of us. Besides, I was supposed to be 
sexy, and available. When we were dancing close to the bar I held him with 
my arm around his back, moved closer, and made it clear to Ted I wanted to 
be kissed. His lips brushed mine, then my ear.

When we turned again I could see Tom staring, mouth open. Ted let me know he 
was a little aroused, too, as he held me against an increasingly hot and 
hard crotch. I may be married for a while, but it looked as if I was 
attractive enough to cause a real reaction!. Early on Ted apologized when he 
(I think accidentally) poked me with it as we were dancing.

"Opps, sorry about that," he said.

"That's all right" I told him, and moved so that the poking continued a bit. 
The dance floor was dark enough so I could enjoy that contact, and he lead 
me close to our table at the end of the dance so he wouldn't be seen walking 
off with that thing tenting at his slacks as noticeably About 10 PM I 
excused myself and walked along the bar to the ladies room. I nodded to Tom 
as I passed him. When I came out of the ladies room, Tom was waiting.

"You gave me the high sign. Are you ready to go home now and get fucked?"

"No."

"Oh. Well, does that guy want to go out to his car with you?"

"Not this guy, honey."

"What, then? What's wrong with him. I'm ready for something to happen."

"There's nothing wrong with him. He's staying here, and asked me if I'd go 
to his room for a little more privacy."

"What!"

"Tom, he wants me to go to his room with him. That's not too hard to 
understand, is it? Maybe we should leave, and I can take you home, and show 
you what might have happened."

"That's not my first choice."

"Oh, you don't want to go home now? Maybe I should spend more time with him 
here and play around some more."

"Oh, I'm so damn horny," Tom said.

"Or you could wait down here for me, and I'd go to his room for a while, and 
maybe - no, probably - get a sexy story to tell you."

"Oh shit, I'm gonna come in my pants!!!"

"It's your game, honey. I'd be happy either way, but. .."

"Would you actually go?"

"Well, you said you wanted something to happen, and now we have the 
opportunity. Of course, there'll be other opportunities, I guess . . ."

"I know." He paused, thinking. Pretending was one thing, but this was real, 
from both of us. He thought about what he wanted. "Barbara, I'm going into 
the men's room. I've gotta get some release from my hard on, and I don't 
want leave right now. And then I'm going to have a couple of drinks in the 
bar, I figure I'm going to spend maybe an hour and a half or two hours here. 
Your choice. You can sit with me, or. . ."

"Tom, this was your idea. But, husband, I promised you my body is for your 
pleasure only. If you want to share it for your pleasure, it's OK with me. 
But, you have to say so - don't put it all on me!"

"I don't know what you want me to say."

"Tom, stop hedging on this. That guy wants me to go to his room. That's 
because he wants privacy, and he's not going to just dance with me there. 
Maybe it'll be like we acted out last weekend, maybe it'll be even more, and 
you know what that means. Do you want me to go?"

I took a step away from him, did a bit of a model's turn.

"Would you like someone else to play with my body tonight like you did in 
the parking lot last week before we go home tonight?"

"Damn it, yes!"

I kissed him. "Good. Me too. Hey, think of this while you're waiting. Those 
wifely lips you just kissed are probably going to be kissing someone else 
pretty soon."

I looked at him carefully, looking for other messages.

"Bye, honey," I said.

He took my arm. "Barbara, if you go to his room, memorize everything, OK? 
Make it a great time for him, and a great time for you, too. Do everything 
you want, because I want that, too, but you have to tell me everything."

I said "I don't have any experience at this with other men to know about 
great times, but I'll try, and you'll know about everything we do", and I 
walked back, horny, and ready, and fast enough so he wouldn't have time to 
change his mind.

I sat with Ted again. The music was nice, so we moved back to the floor. He 
had his arms around me. I rested my head on his shoulder, felt him kissing 
my hair.

"Have you thought some more about coming upstairs with me?"

I knew he was going to ask again. I held him close, felt heat and pressure 
from him.

Would I dare? Would it be as good as our games? I wanted to know. I 
whispered "Yes. After this dance, I'll go with you."

He held me closer, tighter, until, too soon, the music stopped, and the 
dance ended.

"Are you ready?"

I nodded. We went to the table, he tossed some money on it, and I picked up 
my purse.

He extended his hand, and. . .

. .I took it, sealing my agreement to go with him.

When we left the lounge, with Ted's arm around my waist, and mine around 
his, I saw Tom sitting in the lobby.

He watched us walk across to the elevator.

He watched, as, holding hands, we waited at the elevator.

He watched as the elevator opened, and watched his wife get in with a guy 
who 'wanted some privacy' with her.

I almost was expecting, almost was hoping, that he'd stop me, but he let me 
go, with Ted, into the elevator.

Ted turned to me as the doors were closing, and took me into his arms.

Our lips met, and I watched the doors close over his shoulder, with my last 
image of the lobby being of Tom, looking in, at me, in another man's arms, 
kissing, being kissed.

The elevator stopped, the doors opened, ending the kiss.

Were we there already?

We had arrived at the sixth floor. Now, Ted walked purposefully down the 
hall, and stopped in front of room 635. He paused, extending his arm to me. 
I caught up, and watched him as he opened the door. He smiled, and stepped 
aside, let me go in first.

I hesitated, then stepped over the threshold. Ted moved the "Do Not Disturb" 
sign to the door handle on the outside, and stepped in, too. I hear d the 
door close, and the night lock engage. That sounded final!

He took my hand and lead me past the door to the bath room, to the main 
room.

I saw the king sized bed. What was I getting into? Could I keep this under 
control? Did I want to?

He took me into his arms - I went willingly, expecting that first serious 
private uninterrupted kiss. Instead, he spoke.

"Barbara, you're wearing a wedding ring. Are you married?"

Opps. I forgot about that. Well, try honesty.

I returned his embrace, one arm around his back, the other to the back of 
his head, and whispered "yes".

"Does your husband know you're out like this?"

"Yes."

"What's going on? Is it an open marriage deal?"

"No, it's just that a couple of weeks ago we both got excited about the idea 
of someone picking me up, so we wanted to try it for real. And, here I am."

"You're kidding! Do you mean he's one of those guys where it's a turn on for 
him for you to meet a guy, and come up to his room?"

"It's new to us, but we both liked the idea."

"Wow. . . .well, I'm not used to bringing married women to my room."

"That makes us even, I've never been in a hotel room like this with a man I 
hardly know."

"Well, this changes things. What do you want to happen?"

He still had his arms around me. I snuggled closer, and decided to be bold. 
"You wanted privacy. Me too. I'd liked to be seriously kissed by somebody 
other than my husband. Will you kiss me?"

He did, and I kissed back. It may be the 90's, but this was the first sex y 
kiss I responded to from anyone but my husband since I was a teenager.

It got hot quickly. Both our mouths opened, tongues touched.

And I liked it! Ted needed a shave, I felt myself getting what I used to 
call beard rash, and didn't care.

"I couldn't do that in the lounge", he said, and I said "Then I'm glad we 
came here. That was very nice". I couldn't believe I was saying and doing 
the things I was saying and doing.

He lowered his hands to my buttocks, pulled me up toward him. With just a 
skirt between his hands and my skin, it felt very sexy. I didn't resist at 
all, just moved closer to him. Still, it wasn't too much different from what 
he did downstairs. I could feel his erection, too. My hands were around his 
back, but I figured two could play - actually three were playing - so I 
lowered my hands to his ass, and pulled his hips, saying "Two can play at 
that, Ted".

"That's nice, too", he said.

His pelvis - his erect dick - ground into me That's what happened a couple 
of weeks ago when Tom and I practiced this, and less obviously while I was 
dancing only a little while ago. In this room, though, it was very 
different. He broke the embrace.

I thought of Tom in the lobby with his imagination going wild, and reached 
for him again.

"I'm glad your husband likes this idea."

"We both liked this idea."

I put one hand around his neck, pulled his head close for another kiss. I 
liked kissing this guy, and wasn't sure how things are supposed to proceed, 
anyhow. But he did. His hands were on my ass again, working at pulling up my 
skirt. He wasn't being very successful at it. I pulled away a little, 
freeing my skirt from between us, and that helped him. Now he could lift it 
again. I felt coolness on my legs as it went up - how strange to feel that. 
But then there was the touch of his hands on my skin - cool, controlling, 
experienced. At least one of us knew what to do..

"No panties. I like that!"

"That was my husband's idea."

"That makes it even better."

No other man but Tom had ever touched my ass before like that. It was 
strange, erotic, and I thought, a forecast of being touched more, too.

I had one hand on the back of his head, the other on his cheek, so I could 
touch his mouth as he caressed me. I used that one to trace down to hi s 
neck, then between us to his chest. Oh, what the hell, I let it drift across 
his crotch, too. I am not good at judging things like this, but w hat my 
hand grazed felt huge! What an odd sensation, feeling that heat, that 
hardness, feeling his hands grabbing my ass, hands of someone I met only a 
couple of hours ago. Being seductive and seduced like this was new, wicked, 
exciting, and fun, and knowing I could do this with the full support and 
encouragement of Tom made it even better..

I realized I had my eyes closed while his fingers were tracing up and down 
between my buttocks, rubbing my anus. I opened them. His were open, looking 
into my eyes, then behind me, and into my eyes again. I realized he was 
watching us embrace in the mirror, or looking at the reflection of his hand 
on my ass. By now I could feel one hand was holding my skirt against my back 
while the other one fondled me, probing at me. I didn't try to stop him, and 
instead stood a little taller, and kind of lifted one leg a bit over his, 
making it easier for him.

"Are you looking at me in the mirror?"

"Yes, do you have a problem with that?"

"No. I like feeling you respond to me. and touch me, too. So far, I like 
what you're doing."

He broke the embrace, dropping my skirt, and pulled the cover and blankets 
from the bed, grabbed me, and pulled me onto the crisp white sheet. He 
pulled at my blouse.



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I'll post the rest of this story in the next week. It you're in a hurry, the 
complete story is already posted at Literotica.com, that's a free story 
site.


tonytony3





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