Ted and I tied the knot in June 1996 when we exchanged our vows in a small church in the Napa Valley. I was 24 years old and Ted was 25 when he slipped a gold wedding band on my left hand. Blessed with two children, we own a home in an upscale development, one of those tracts where all the houses are built at the same time and almost the same design.
One night in the middle of the week about six months ago, long after the kids were sound asleep, we made love. Sometimes we fucked but this particular night Ted made passionate love to me. It was as though we had blended into one contiguous being with no separation between us, no distinction as individuals. We had one heart, one soul, one identity. Such splendid commingling made me wonder if this was some kind of end, a period. The cessation of what was. Did this mean he had found another woman and this was his way of breaking the news.
While holding me in his arms, he stroked my breasts, tweaked my nipples, and touched my hair. I loved our intimacy. I adored his knowledge of my body, his grasp of my needs, the pride he showed in bringing me pleasure. I loved our closeness, the way our faces nearly touched while we lay on this queen-sized mattress nestled in our four-poster bed.
“Amy, would you ever fuck another man for me,” Ted said.
Had he told me at that moment that he was an alien from the planet Vulpodo and then proved it by pulling back his fake human flesh to show me his real lizard scales, I could not have been more shocked.
“I know it sounds sick, but I get so turned on by the idea of you fucking another man.”
“You are nuts,” I said. Right at that moment the romantic aura enveloping me popped and disappeared much like a soap bubble bursts.
He didn’t bring the subject up for a long time. Just when I considered it a dead issue, he asked again. This time he argued that fulfilling his fantasy would make our love life that much more intense.
Without sounding narcissistic, I consider myself attractive. I stand five feet two inches tall, I was a cheer leader in high school and I can still fit into my burgundy cheer leading togs, the ones with the short skirt and the big G on the front of it. Sometimes Ted has me wear it as a prelude to sex. My auburn hair flows nearly to my waist, I have blue eyes. Several people have told me that I resemble Shania Twain. Numerous times during my marriage I have had opportunities to be unfaithful to Ted. Not once have I done so.
Finally I relented. Our sex life was beginning to suffer. Ted was relentless in campaign to get me to fuck another man. He convinced me that the safest way to fulfill his fantasy was via an adult web site. Ted built us a profile on an adult personals site. Our stringent requirements made me wonder if any man out there could meet all our requirements and still perform in front of my husband.
Ninety-eight percent of the men who inquired were rejected out of hand. Several had merit but did not pan out beyond initial emails. One or two got to the telephone phase. Finally, David contacted us. He lives a one hundred miles north of our home. We emailed, chatted on line and finally talked on the telephone. His voice sounded sexy on the telephone.
We agreed to meet. Not in our home town or in his but equidistance from both places. We agreed to meet in an Executive Inn near the water.
We drove to the hotel the next day, checked into a room on the third floor. Our anticipation, the forecast of sexual bliss turned us on and we fucked in the shower before we dressed and went downstairs to the bar.
I dressed in a pale pink bra designed to accentuate my cleavage and it was doing a fine job of that. Next I slipped into a hot pink thong that stretched along the crack in my ass. Watching me dress, Ted sat naked in a forest green wing back chair and stroked his cock. Barefoot, wearing the bra and thong, I walked over to my husband, dropped to my knees and sucked his cock until he came in my mouth.
I finished dressing and nearly broke into a sweat while wrestling into a pair of tight blue jeans. I then slipped into a white tee shirt two sizes too small. The fabric adhered to my 34D breasts and the denim clutched my firm ass. After stepping into three inch black pumps, brushing my hair and applying pale pink lipstick and just a tad of makeup, I stood with my back to the full length mirror nailed on the front side of the bathroom door. Looking back over my left shoulder I admired my fine, firm ass, the way my long reddish brown hair flowed over my shoulders and then fell like a waterfall to my buttocks. I felt like such a slut and it frightened me somewhat to be enjoying the feeling so much. Until recently I thought Ted would be the only man to enjoy this body. Now, standing in this hotel room, I felt randy and longed to have a new cock in me. Our marriage was transforming before my very eyes. I loved Ted and lusted after David.
Hand in hand we left our comfortable room with its queen-sized bed covered with a lime-green bedspread, a maple dresser with brass handles, a maple table with simple, unadorned lines, the wing back chair with matching ottoman and the all important data port for the businessman needing to stay connected to home and office. Walking at a leisurely pace we moved down a carpeted hallway to the bank of elevators. The hall was free of maid’s carts and not one used room service tray could be seen in front of any of the rooms. We stepped into the elevator for a short ride to the first floor. Brightly colored inserts were mounted in silver frames inside the car. A picture of a juicy steak and a succulent lobster advertised surf and turf on Wednesday nights; another advert showed a young man with closely cropped blond hair and manicured nails dressed in white tails playing a grand piano. The verbiage invited one and all to stop by the lobby on Friday and Saturday evenings to hear Jeremy Hope play such piano favorites as
Moon River,
the theme from
The Apartment, Exodus
and Mozart’s
Piano Concerto#21
. Another advertisement showing a white van speeding down a highway and advised hotel guests that an airport shuttle service was available and just an easy phone call away.
Arriving on the first floor we followed the signs to the bar. The bar was decorated with hanging nets, scattered shells, an engine telegraph and brass fitting plundered from boats and ships. A long-legged waitress attired in a short blue skirt, a matching blouse, and a Sailor’s neckerchief and Dixie cup headdress served customers at four tables. A bartender dressed like Pop Eye and resembling Walter Matthau, an unhappy Walter Matthau, dispensed drinks from behind the bar. A large window looked out on white plastic tables and chairs arranged on a deck. Beyond the deck we could see boats tied to docks and other boats, mostly sail boats, anchored away from the shore.
Both of us were as nervous as two shy kids on their first day in a new school. My throat, dry and scratchy, reminded me of my nervousness before my high school salutatorian speech.
Ted ordered a white wine for me and a Scotch rocks for himself.
My wine glass was half full--or half empty--if Ted was describing it when David entered the bar. We recognized him from the photographs attached to his emails. Quite handsome, mouth wateringly handsome matter of fact with short black hair specked with a few gray flecks at the temples. A firm jaw made of sharp right angles and vivid blue eyes. He was dressed in a gray silk sports jacket over a pale blue dress shirt open at the collar and showing some dark chest hair, sharply creased gray trousers and black soft glove-like leather loafers, he ambled over to our table. I knew he was 34 years old but he looked to be no more then 30.
No surprise there. I knew about his looks, his voice, his laugh, his serious side from chatting with him on the computer and talking with him on the phone. If you consider cyber sex and phone sex as intimacy we had already been intimate. I had discovered the joys of cyber and phone fucking with David. Before David and before agreeing to fuck another man in front of my husband, my telephone conversations with Ted were more romantic then sexual or lascivious.
The surprise in meeting David was the good looking man accompanying him. Handsome enough to be a male model, gorgeous enough for someone to say, “Kid you ought to be in pictures.” He appeared to be about the same age as David with the same slender, hard-bodied look about him.
“Amy, Ted, this is my friend Jose.” David said as he shook hands with us.
Jose also shook our hands and smiled through a set of milk white choppers. We asked them to sit down. Sitting in Captain’s chairs at the small round decorated with a conch shell, we made small talk. David sipped a Samuel Adams beer. Jose worked on a Corona after jamming a wedge of lemon in the bottle’s neck, I nursed another white wine and Ted now drank Perrier water poured into a tall glass.
We learned that Jose was originally from Columbia, that he and David were old Army buddies, and that they both worked for high tech companies in the Silicon Valley.
Ted and I both wondered where tonight was heading.
Jose excused himself and went to the bathroom or “latrine” as he called it.
“Guys I am so sorry but while I was checking in at the front desk, Jose walked up and it was like old home week. We haven’t seen each other in years. I am sure he will have to be leaving soon though,” David said.
“Don’t worry about it Dave,” Ted said. “If nothing else it gives us a chance to get to know one another.”
I was irritated, hell I was pissed. I was pumped for tonight. Horny in other words and prepared to fuck David.
Jose returned to the table and we continued to drink. While sipping my third wine I started to openly flirt with David and Jose.
Ted leaned over and whispered in my ear.
“Do you want to fuck them both?”
“Do you have a problem with that?” I asked.
“Hell no,” Ted said.
I kissed him and winked. I didn’t mention to Ted that my pussy was sopping wet and that my thong was drenched.
“Why don’t we go up to the room and order a bottle of something from room service,” Ted suggested.
“Me too?” Jose asked.
“Of course you too,” I said as I patted him on his knee.
“Let’s do it then,” Ted said.
