Breaing It Down - Tuesday

This is the second part of a series. While it might be enjoyable on its own, it will make much more sense if you have read the first part of the adventure that started on Sunday.

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I rolled out of bed and quickly got ready for work. I was full of energy and high on life, no problem getting going this morning.

When I walked into the kitchen, Jenny was already there sipping on a coffee. Wearing a robe this morning, still designed for comfort but the possibility that there was nothing underneath got my mind wandering. "Good morning!" She exclaimed. The cheerful demeanor was definitely a good sign, but I still played it safe. I walked over and gave her our normal friendly hug. I'm not complaining, our normal hug has a lot of body contact and would leave most men with a hard-on. I just didn't amp it up into the full sexual experience I wanted to lay on her.

"Good morning. You look cheerful."

She let go of me, smiling down into her coffee. "I am cheerful. I had a pretty good night last night."

"And this morning? Any stubbed toes? Submerged boulders we need to avoid?

She cocked her head, reflecting on the conversation we had last night. "I don't think so." She mulled the question for a minute. "When Todd came in to bed I woke up. Normally I'd be irritated by getting woken up at 5 am, but I was happy he was there and rolled over on top of him." She sighed. "Typical Todd. He kissed me and hugged me, but then just lay there stiff as a board. When I kept hugging on him, he just said 'I need some sleep babe.' So I rolled off." She looked back up at me. "And you know what? It actually didn't bother me near as much as usual." A sly smile spread across her mouth. "My itch for physical intimacy was well and truly scratched last night, so I didn't feel needy about it."

I went in for another hug, and this time laid on the sensuality I had been repressing. "Well. For me, I'm feeling great about last night." My hands were roaming her back as I pressed us together, and then I moved one hand down to cup her ass as I kissed her. She hesitated at first, then warmed up to it and we spent a good minute tongue wrestling with abandon. I pulled back and looked her in the eye. "And I'm thinking tonight we plunge all the way into the waters." One hand was still fondling her ass, and now the other cupped a breast and started working on her nipple. Her eyes were still lidded and steamy from the kiss, and she just relaxed and enjoyed the treatment I was giving her. She closed her eyes, rolled her head back, and her breathing deepened. I slid my hand from her breast to her crotch and slid the robe open. Sure enough, nothing underneath. I ran my fingers through her bush, gently brushing her pussy lips and softly playing with her clit. She just stood still, moaning softly. "I'll take that as agreement?" I stopped.

She opened her eyes, coming back to reality. "Well, I'm definitely enjoying the attention." She looked to the back of the house where her boyfriend was sleeping. "And it doesn't seem to be driving a wedge between me and Todd." She reflected a moment longer. "I'd hate to get to Friday and and wonder about what could've been. They do say you regret the things you didn't do much more than the things you do. I think you're one of those things I should do."

I laughed, but she was being very thoughtful and serious, and my laugh died as I recognized the depth of her thoughts. She reached to my pants, loosening them, and pulled them down. Then she pulled down the underwear and contemplated the stiffening cock that sprang out in front of her. She grabbed it and started fondling it, idly playing with it as she wrestled with her thoughts. Finally, she looked up at me and gave a sheepish smile. "Sorry, yeah, got lost trying to make sense of everything going on inside my head. Yes," she looked down at the cock still in her hands, "I'd do you right now if we were alone. I want to take that plunge with you. I want to know what this would be like. I want to enjoy the pleasure of multiple lovers. You definitely seem to want me, without wanting to destroy either of our relationships. Todd and Cheryl wouldn't understand us. I'm not sure I understand us. But I want to try and find out. So," she stepped back, waving a hand at my exposed body, "button this up and get to work. But tonight, be prepared to bone me hard. We are taking this all the way."

"Yes, ma'am." I looked at my watch. "Running late." I zipped up and headed to the door. Jenny walked with me. As I got in my car, she stood in the doorway with her coffee cup. I backed out and turned to her to wave as I pulled out. She was standing, framed by the doorway, the morning sun lighting up her face. Her robe was open. I looked at the street, where anyone could be coming by, and then at her fully exposed breasts, her gloriously full and bared bush. Granted, it was a country road that rarely had traffic and you could hear anyone coming before they could see you. But still, the open nudity did a number on me. I had stopped the car without thinking, and when I regained control of myself I set the parking brake and got out. I walked toward her, mesmerized by her body like a moth to flame.

"Nope. You take one more step and I cover this up." I stopped. I licked my lips, base desire struggling with reason. Reason finally won, since I really had no choice. I smiled, waved and left.

During a break in the seminar that morning, I sent her a quick text. 'It was really great to see you this morning.' I got back a thumbs up. The memory of her naked body in the sunlight got me through the dry parts of the lecture, and I counted the minutes until I could get back to the house.

***

Fortunately, the long day of discussions on management style and class exercises on personal traits had numbed any of the sexuality of the morning. When I got back Todd and Jenny were making dinner together. They looked like they were enjoying some quality couple time, so I took a long shower and generally busied myself back in my room until the food was ready.

We chatted about work during dinner. The launch Todd was working on was supposed to take place early the next morning, but there had been some issues and Todd was anxious to get to work. He got a phone call as we were starting to clean up, and Jenny had some things to wrap up for her job, so I took care of the dishes. "Thanks Dude." Todd waved at me as he rushed off to work. Jenny was still back in her home office, so I set my laptop on the kitchen table and caught up on a few things myself.

About 30 minutes later, I heard her coming down the hall. I left the laptop open, but was giving her my full attention when she walked in the room. She had changed clothes. She normally wore casual business attire during the day to get herself in the mindset of working. Now she wore a long, flowing wrap-around skirt and some complicated blouse that looked like it was tied on instead of slipped on. Definitely nailing the sexy flower-child look. Her hair was even pulled back by a hair band with a daisy pattern.

I closed the laptop as she walked up to the table. "And you even smell terrific," I said as she got close. I looked her up and down, taking my time to soak in the image of each part of her. "I could definitely throw you on this table right now and ravage you. I'd last about two minutes." She just continued to stand there, posing for me. "But I want to enjoy every step of the way. Like a fine meal, I want to savor every drop of this experience."

I stood, grabbed her hand, and pulled her in gently for a casual embrace. "Let's open a bottle of wine. I have an idea of another way we can learn more about each other and have some fun along the way." I gestured toward the kitchen counter, where I had set down a bottle I had picked up on the way back from work. As she turned and walked past me, I looked down at her ass. The fabric of the flowing skirt showed no panty lines, and hugged the curve of her ass. My mind pictured it under there, fabric sliding around over the firm curves and I literally salivated. I leapt after her and grabbed her ass, bending down and planting a firm kiss on both checks. I straightened up and wrapped her in a hug. "Did I mention how exceedingly attractive you look right now?" She replied, "No, you did not." I nuzzled and kissed her face. "Well you do. I am going to be fighting a battle with myself all night to slow down and enjoy it. I really just want to ravish you, quickly and completely."

She reached up to hold my face. She kept doing that, and it melted my heart and stiffened my groin every time. "Well, I wouldn't stop you." She slipped out of my embrace and continued walking back to the kitchen. "But I like the plan of getting to know more and making it last. We're only going to do this for the first time once. We've got all night, no need to rush into it."

We got a couple of glasses and poured the wine. She took a sip. "Good selection, I do enjoy a good pinot."

I clinked and took a taste from my glass. "Thanks, not bad. I'm more of a chardonnay guy. But I know what you like." I walked back to the table and sat down. "My thought was something similar to last night. Play cards, in case anyone asks what we did tonight. But play another game while we're doing it. Similar to last night, just a little twist on a classic." I took a larger drink and tilted my head, looking at her. "Well, keep going," she said as she wandered over to a small cabinet and pulled out cards. She sat down across from me and started shuffling. "Sounds reasonable so far."

"It's basically Truth or Dare. But, the truth questions are rated on how probing they are. If you ask a really good question that will make the other person open up about themselves and be vulnerable, you get to take off some clothing. If you don't, you have to take a drink and keep your clothes on."

She rocked back a bit in her seat and stopped shuffling. "Ok first, what do you mean 'get to' take off some clothing'? Stripping is punishment for losing, not a reward."

I shrugged. "If people are playing strip games, they want to get naked. We're trying to be real here, right? We both know we want to shed our inhibitions, we just need an excuse. So yes, 'get to'. What, you don't get naked for me?"

She bounced her head back and forth as she considered. "Yeah, ok, I'll admit it. I want you to see my body. I want you to want it. Showing it to you will be a thrill for me. And yes, I just need a good excuse. So, ok, I look forward to 'getting to' take my clothes off for you. Next question, what about the Dare?"

"Oh, well that's just when we need a break from all this personal sharing and want to have a laugh." I took a drink, looking up from the rim of my glass. "Or a tease."

She took a breath and then clinked my glass and took a drink herself. "I think that will do the trick. I gotta say, you are good at this seduction thing. One thing though. Technically, I'm only wearing two articles of clothing." I had a sharp intake of breath and looked down her body. It wasn't really a surprise, but it still got my heart racing to think about it. "So I will just undo parts of my wrap instead of taking it all the way off. Deal?"

"I trust I will enjoy whatever you want to show me." We both smiled warmly.

We started with some fairly easy questions. Questions you wouldn't ask normally, but weren't really that hard to answer. Some politics, some religion, a little bit of sexual history and fetishes. I had taken off socks and shoes and my belt, and Jenny had exposed more skin, but we were obviously just warming up to the good stuff. We mixed in a little dare, but just eating odd food and physical feats like holding your breath and how many sit-ups can you do.

We reached the point where it was time to decide. Were we really gonna do this or not? I knew what I wanted, so I thought of the most probing question I could ask. "Why aren't you and Todd married?" They has been together 10 years, but never been married. People didn't ask, but we got the impression she was the one who didn't want it.

She took in a deep breath. Then she nibbled on her lip. "Yeah, that's a good one. Definitely worthy of dropping your pants." She was still hesitating. "What happens if I don't answer?"

"Hmm, we didn't set that rule." I tapped my chin. "I think that's a serious violation of the intent of our pact." I nodded to myself. "Yeah, I think the only thing we could do would be to stop the evening and just watch TV or something ordinary like that."

She maintained a poker face as she stared at me. She was still chewing her lip. Finally, she let out an exasperated 'fine!' and got ready to give a real answer. "But first take off your pants. I get to see what you're wearing under there."

I stood. I took a few steps over to stand directly in front of her, only a few feet away. I slowly and deliberately reached to the button on my shorts. She looked up at me. I stopped, and shook my head, nodding toward my crotch. She got the message and went back to staring directly at my groin. I was stalling a bit because as I was getting ready to drop my pants and it would definitely dampen the mood if the grand reveal was limp. To get myself hard, I was looking over her exposed skin, thinking about how she felt under my hands last night, and anticipating where this night was headed. Jenny didn't know, but I had nothing on under my pants. When I realized how much more clothing I had than she, I had found a chance to slip them off during the game.

Jenny was grinning as I put a little tease in my strip, rolling my hips and doing a slow twirl in front of her. With my back to her, I popped the button open. As I came back around to face her, I slowly worked the zipper down. She was laughing at the dance, but keeping her eye on my pelvis swaying a few feet in front of her. As the zipper got lower, she noticed there was nothing but skin and hair underneath. Her eyes got big and the laughter stopped. My twirl kept going, and the shorts dropped as my bare ass was facing her. As I was gyrating, I moved closer so my body was easily within reach. My ass is probably my best physical features, muscular curves without any flab, and Jenny was mesmerized. "This isn't a club, there's no rule against touching the dancer here." She glanced up, then grabbed my ass with both hands, running her fingers up, down and around.

I had paused so she could fondle my ass, but then I pointedly continued my turn. She dropped her hands from my body, but held her ground, leaving only a few inches between us. Her face was about a foot higher than my crotch, or my dick would have hit her in the face. By this time, I was quite stiff. I stopped swaying. We didn't move for a solid minute, me standing naked from the waist down, cock rigid, she sitting in front of me staring directly at it.

"Ok, so I should answer this question." She leaned back, breaking eye contact with my cock, and I sat down next to her. I sat backwards on the bench, so my hard dick was still in full view. She would casually look at it, but she was more focused on her words and it was just something to look at as she thought.

"I do love him. I probably should have just married him. But I have . . ." She broke off, trying to think of how to explain. She looked me in the eye and then quickly away. "As I say this, I'm trying to decide if this is even the real reason. I know I don't want to, and Todd has become ok with it. So, I just let things go the way they are."

Her words started pouring out. "I'm scared of marriage. There's just a lot of baggage and assumptions that come with it. Expectations. You have to do this, you have to do that. I don't like our society, and marriage is such a big part of it. I don't like the whole patriarchy thing, where I become his property or something when we're married. I don't like having to take his name. I don't like the assumption that now I have to have children. It's just so . . ." Her hands were gesticulating wildly as she let out the bottled up frustration. "We have a good relationship and we love each other. Stop trying to make it something it's not! Something it doesn't need to be!" She wasn't even talking to me, she was yelling out off into the distance.

Her eyes came back to mine, and she took a deep breath. "Yeah, ok, you definitely hit a nerve there. It's not like I haven't been asked that question before. I just usually dodge it." She gave a sheepish grin. Then she looked back at me, looked down at my penis. It was limp now of course, hard to sustain an erection through that outburst. She looked up into my eyes and finished with "You know what, I take that back. That question wasn't worth taking off just shorts. It was worth getting completely naked."

I stood, stripped the shirt off in one swoop, and tossed it aside. "So much more comfortable now, thank you." I sat back down, leaning back, body angled toward her. Considering I was in the middle of my friends living room completely naked, it was surprising how comfortable I felt. Two days ago, I wouldn't have dreamed of being in this position, but now it felt natural.

"OK, my turn." Jenny had been staring at my body, but now she gazed away for a minute. I sat peacefully, sipping my wine. She looked back at me, locked on to my face, and said simply, "how are you so comfortable with cheating on your wife with me?" My body tensed instantly. The room got hot, and the chair felt very hard. The erection that had been growing withered. I took a breath and let it out slowly.

"Yeah, should have seen that coming, but it still hits hard." I shrugged, struggling to get my emotions back under control enough to put my thoughts together. "Well. I guess I could come up with lots of justifications, rationale. Excuses." Another pause, and I knew what I wanted to say. I looked Jenny square in the eye. "I'm just not a monogamous person. It's not in my nature. Yes, I'm in a monogamous relationship. And no one forced me to take my wedding vows. Unfortunately, that was back before I knew who I was. Back before polyamorous was even a thing. It's like being a vegan." Jenny's eyes perked up. I knew the vegan analogy would help, because she was such an earth muffin. She wasn't actually vegan, because she still liked to have meat from time to time, but she was a believer in all the virtues.

I continued. "I can stop eating meat, and become a vegan. But that doesn't make me a herbivore. By nature, I'm an omnivore, and when I don't eat meat, it's going against my nature. It's like that with women. When I'm with a woman that I respect, and am attracted to, and we're in a situation where we could have sex, there's a craving there. I can choose to ignore the craving. But giving in feels so good because that craving is finally satisfied." I closed my eyes, awash in the satisfaction the last couple days had brought me.

"So, I'm a big hunk of meat?" I burst out laughing at Jenny's comment. The stress and emotion of answering her question cut loose in the outburst. She was still looking at me seriously. I sobered, but said "Yeah, pretty much. You're that perfectly flavored and cooked sirloin I have when I'm weak and all those arguments about why red meat is bad for you get drowned out by my primal ancestry." I looked down at her body, bared by teeth and let out a low primal growl.

She finally let out a laugh. I instinctively reached out and pulled her in. She looked back into my eyes, and we were kissing again, letting the emotion translate into primal need to share our bodies. I pulled back. "Just to finish answering your question. Just like with being a vegan, some people have no trouble being monogamous. Cheryl is like that. I think Todd too. Such people are perfectly satisfied with one lover. They would only have an affair if there was something wrong with their relationship. They think anyone who 'cheats' is because there's a problem. But that's not me. Quite the opposite. When my primary relationship is good, I'm more loving and sexual in general, and more interested in being loving and sexual with others. It kind of sucks." I pulled her in for another kiss. "That's why this is so good for me."