Nancys Seattle Adventures Ch 05

[This is a belated continuation of Nancy's adventures. We've been very busy with our lives, the exhibitionist/voyeuring part as well as normal part. I'll try to finish these Seattle reports in the next few weeks. Fortunately, I kept notes to work from. Cal]

1.

Friday morning I woke up a few minutes before Nancy did. I went across the hall to the bathroom to brush my teeth. From there I could hear my wife getting out of bed and rummaging around in the guest bedroom we were using. As I mentioned earlier, my good friend Tony was in Europe and had been kind enough to let us stay at his place while I (haphazardly) attended a conference at the University of Washington.

When I returned to the bedroom, I saw that Nancy was dressing down, at least to start her day. She'd put on a pair of baggy sweat-pants and a sweater. Smiling weakly at me, she mumbled something about having drunk too much last night and needing to go out for coffee. It was still only about 8:00 a.m. Despite small bags under her eyes, Nancy still looked quite sexy in last night's makeup. Usually she removes her make-up before going to bed.

Last night had been incredibly horny for both of us, of course. [Read about it in "Nancy's Seattle Adventures, 1-4" in the Exhibitionism and Voyeurism section.] From a few feet away in hiding, I'd watched Nancy get mauled, sucked, and fingered by three guys she'd picked up in a bar. She'd loved it; she came at least twice and Arnie, the guy who'd been least physical with her, had photographed the highlights using our digital camera.

Their parting conversation, I mean the one between the three guys and my wife, made me realize that this "sex theater" episode had been somehow different for her. She had sent the handsome Sid away unsatisfied, his big hard-on prominent in his trousers. Kissing him good-night, Nancy apologized to him and invited him back tomorrow (that's today, now) at 7:00 p.m. so she could make it up to him. She extended the invitation to the other two guys as well. This was surprising because, in our sex-theater game, she had never made a follow-up date with any of her sex partners.

But it was the conversation we had after the guys left that really had my mind spinning.

Nancy mentioned that she wanted us to consider changing the rules of our "sex theater" game. In the game so far, she'd only been willing to go to the brink of actually fucking guys. She hadn't wanted to be penetrated in the cunt, ass, or mouth by anyone's cock but mine. This meant it was all right, of course, for her to lick and kiss (but not take into her mouth) other guys' cocks and allow them to fondle, suck, and finger her, usually to orgasm.

Actually, there had been two minor violations of the rule. Nick, the male model she'd been videoed with back in Colorado, had very briefly slipped the crown of his cock past her cunt lips. This had happened as he slid his cock up and down between her clit and asshole (a technique that made her orgasm strongly). The second "slip" was when one of the Canadian guys my wife picked up in Berkeley managed to drive several inches of his cock up her cunt as she straddled him. She immediately climbed off it, though; he was inside her for maybe two seconds.

But she'd asked me last night if I'd be OK with her going all the way. How would I feel about watching her actually sucking and fucking other guys? She implied that, if I were willing, she'd be ready for full-on fucking when her companions from last night paid a return visit later this evening. She reminded me that I'd enjoyed watching total strangers finger-fuck and eat her. What's the big difference? It's all sex, right?

We walked out to the rental car. It was a misty morning in Seattle, so Nancy's choice of warm, not sexy, clothing was a good one. I had no idea where a good coffee shop might be, so we headed back, as best we could in the fog, toward University Way. We finally found, on a street off University, a place that served more or less conventional breakfasts.

I had the digital camera with me so we could review, as we sat down to eat, the shots Arnie had taken of Nancy and the other two guys last night. Actually, she hadn't shown much interest in looking at them, but I didn't think she'd mind my checking them out as we ate. Going through the images, I couldn't help responding to some of them. Nancy, sitting to my left drinking coffee and unenthusiastically eating fried eggs and toast, finally said to me: "OK, I see you're really enjoying the shots. Go ahead and show me the hottest ones."

I leaned toward her and showed her one of several images of her licking the shaft of Jimmy's cock. Arnie had taken three.

"I bet he loved that," I said.

"I bet you all loved that," she answered with a little laugh. "The fact is I enjoyed doing that to him. His cock was nice and stiff but not too big." Then she added: "I wouldn't have minded actually sucking it."

At last we'd come back to the topic that had been preoccupying me since last night: her apparent willingness to change the rules of our game. I set the camera aside and look her squarely in the eyes. It was time for straight talk.

"So you're no longer dead-set against taking some other guy's cock in your mouth? Would you actually fuck other guys?"

Nancy placed a hand on mine and looked at me with a serious expression on her face: "Well, it all depends on how you feel about it, Cal. I can live with it either way. It does seem sort of artificial or unnatural to put a limit on what I do with these guys while you watch."

In a split second, all sorts of fantastic images raced through my head. And I could feel my cock stir. I smiled at her and encouraged her to continue.

"But, of course, there's always the fear of AIDS and other diseases to think about," Nancy resumed. "So what we've been doing so far has been pretty safe, I guess. Still, I have to admit it; there were times when I wouldn't have minded going further. When some guy is eating me sometimes it's all I can do not to beg him to go ahead and fuck me."

"You mean like this?" I asked her. I showed her the close-up image of Jimmy's tongue lashing her clit. Above Jimmy's face, Nancy's very wet cunt gaped open.

"Definitely like that," she said, almost whispering. "God, I was really a mess down there, wasn't I. I think I must have been close to cumming."

"Did you want to fuck Jimmy?"

"Well, to tell the truth," whispered Nancy, "while Jimmy was eating me I was thinking about fucking Sid, wondering how his cock would feel inside me. Isn't that awful?" She was gripping my hand firmly now, and I could tell that, slight hangover or not, she was becoming aroused by the pictures and our discussion.

I paid the bill and we left. On the way back to the house we talked as calmly as we could about what to expect tonight when the guys would pay her a return visit. Nancy clicked through the images in the digital camera as I drove. Several times she reacted to them with what sounded like surprise or pleasure. Once she laughed and said, "That really is some cock, isn't it!"

Since Nancy was introducing a new wrinkle into the game, I decided to introduce one too. I told her I'd like to be there tonight not merely as a hidden voyeur but as a recorder of the event, a videographer. Of course, no one would know I was her husband. I'd just be some guy she'd met who was willing to make a promotional video for her.

"But won't they recognize you from the bar last night?" she asked.

I told her I doubted it. They were totally into her last night and looked at me only briefly. I was just one man in a roomful of men. Also, I'd located a Seattle Mariners baseball cap, probably Tony's, and would wear it later as a sort of disguise.

We hadn't yet decided on any definite rules for tonight's sexual adventure. First, we weren't sure if anyone would actually show up, though to me it seemed very likely. Second, we weren't sure exactly who would show up (all three guys, only one or two, or would they bring friends who'd heard about last night and wanted to join in?). Third, there was the question of safety. College guys aren't, as a category, statistically threatening as carriers of the AIDS virus, but it only takes one. So we tentatively decided on no fucking without a condom. If a guy looked especially clean, Nancy thought she might risk sucking his cock without a condom.

Damn, I thought to myself, is this really my wife saying this?

Some of these decisions were best made later, on the spot, Nancy continued. Maybe, for example, when she got to know Sid better, he might turn out to be a higher-risk sexual partner than he'd seemed last night. I reminded her jokingly that she'd got to know him close up if not well. He'd pressed his big cock right against her face.

Nancy didn't take it as a joke. "Are you really sure you can handle this, Cal? Are you sure watching some guy like Sid having sex with me wouldn't make you jealous? And what if I really liked it lot?"

I'd been thinking about this and gave her an honest answer: "Yes, it would make me jealous. It really would. But that's only part of it. I'd also feel enormously turned on seeing you having sex with some guy, especially if you really got off on it. The jealousy and arousal are interrelated somehow. Watching you like that would be an incredible mixture of pain and pleasure."

We'd arrived back at the house by then. Sitting in the car outside Tony's house, Nancy leaned across to me and gave me a deep kiss. As she kissed me she reached down to my crotch and felt my semi-erect penis. "Thanks, Cal. Your cock is a sure sign of your sincerity. I promise I'll make tonight one of our best adventures. And you'll be able to make a permanent record of it!"

She ran into the house then so she could shower and get ready for her day. I drove off to look for a camera rental store. Thinking about tonight, I was in such a state of anticipation about what might happen that I decided to blow off the conference for the day. If anyone asked where I was, I'd invent some illness.

It took a while (I had to stop at a gas station to look through the yellow pages), but I eventually found a photo shop. The clerk there talked me into buying a digital video camera, a Sony, instead of renting one. I also bought a cheap tripod to rest the camera on and rented a light (designed for shooting indoor videos, the clerk said) mounted on a taller tripod. I figured the light might make me look more like I knew what I was doing.

I got back to Tony's house at around 11:00 o'clock. As I carried the photographic gear inside, I noticed Nancy coming down the stairs in the short terry cloth robe she puts on after showering. She smiled and flashed her beautiful crotch at me. Then she threw her arms around my neck and gave me a big kiss. Kissing her back, I reached down and cradled her naked ass cheeks. I spread them and felt her moist cunt with my fingertips. Her ass felt wonderfully warm and firm in my hands and it made me very excited to know that later some guy, maybe several guys, might put their hands where mine were.

As though reading my mind, Nancy said: "Arnie called while you were gone. He and Sid are coming over later, but they can't make it till 8:00 o'clock."

"I didn't know you'd given them your number," I said. "What about Jimmy?" I was still clutching her and playing with her ass as we talked.

"He can't make it." Then, changing the subject, she whispered to me: "I was looking at those pictures again. Cal, I had to masturbate. They really got to me."

I brought my right hand around in front of her and stuck two fingers inside her very wet cunt. She gave a little gasp and said, "Oh, God, that's sensitive from cumming." There was only one thing to do then. I picked her up and laid her down on the carpet in the middle of Tony's living room. I pulled her robe open, spread her gorgeous thighs apart, and began licking and sucking her cunt. She tasted slightly of soap from her shower, but after a minute or so the delicious flavor of her cunt juice was all I could taste. Her clitoris was swelling below its hood and I spent extra time lashing it with the tip of my tongue. She was getting very excited.

Then I stuck my tongue as far into her cunt as it would go and moved it around. I kept it inside her for quite a while before coming up for air.

"You really taste great. Am I doing it as well as that nerdy kid Jimmy?"

Nancy laughed but not for long because her orgasm was already starting. Soon she was writhing, pushing her cunt against my mouth, and squealing with no inhibitions. Then she gave a final gasp and all the breath seemed to go out of her. She lay quite limp.

I gave her clitoris a final lick and got to my knees, my erection straining against my pants.

"Let me suck your cock now," Nancy whispered. She started to sit up but I shoved her back gently so that she lay flat again. After placing a throw pillow under her neck, I quickly stripped from the waist down and straddled her chest. Gripping my erection in my right hand, I scooted forward on my knees until the head of my cock slipped between her lips. Then, after she spent about thirty seconds licking the crown of my cock with her tongue, I began a slow back and forth movement with my pelvis, watching my cock go in and out of my wife's beautiful mouth. With a feeling of self-satisfaction, I had to admit that my cock looked pretty impressive. It compared very well with the hard-ons of most other guys I'd watched Nancy with.

After several minutes of rocking back and forth, I began feeling that familiar, delicious stirring in my middle body, and I knew I was about to cum.

Giving an involuntary moan and reaching behind me with my left hand, I inserted my middle finger deep inside Nancy's cunt. Seconds later, I shot a big load of semen inside her mouth. It came in three, maybe four, spurts. She kept her mouth closed, swallowing my cum and rolling her tongue around the head of my cock until it became too sensitive and I had to withdraw it.

I rolled back on my haunches and looked down at her outrageously beautiful body laid out on her white robe. Her little pink nipples were quite erect and her cunt was still wet from the thorough eating I'd given her. She smiled up at me and I noticed a small amount of cum dripping out of the corner of her mouth. "Thank you," she said softly. "That was wonderful. You haven't fucked my mouth like that in quite a while."

I wasn't sure if this was a compliment or a criticism: "Too bad Arnie wasn't here to photograph it."

She slapped my leg and, laughing, said, "Damn you. Not everything we do has to involve a third or fourth guy."

"Does that mean we're calling off tonight's event?"

"It does not," she answered. "You asked for it, Cal, and you're damned well going to get it!" Then she added, as an afterthought, "And so will I, if I'm not mistaken."

I showed Nancy the video camera I'd just bought. She wasn't happy about what it cost but agreed that we'd probably find some use for it in the near future. She meant, of course, some horny use for it.

2.

We got dressed then and walked back to University Way for lunch. It was still a little cool so Nancy wore jeans, a blue-white blouse, and a dark blue zip-up "hoodie." We were preoccupied with what was going to happen that evening, so she wasn't interested in exhibiting herself as she had the day before.

We located a small restaurant crowded with university students. Sitting down at a corner table to eat the sandwiches we'd ordered, I noticed that Nancy was showing signs of nervousness.

"You're still OK with this, aren't you?" I asked her.

"I think so. I wish I had a better idea of what was going to happen, though. If I'm going to get fucked, I guess Sid or Arnie will do. Sid, at least, was eager enough last night. But I'd almost rather do it with some guy who had no qualms about being filmed. Some sort of pro maybe, like that foreign guy Nick I was videoed with back in Colorado. I wonder if we could work that out somehow."

Damn, it was impossible to forget that horny male model Nick! The sudden thought of what Nancy had let him do to her, while I watched the two of them through a peephole, caused my cock to throb. [I've recorded these adventures in the last few sections of "My Wife's Night Class" in the Exhibitionist/Voyeur section.]

"Nothing's impossible. But we don't know anyone around here and the chances of bumping into a professional fucker are pretty slim." I heard myself saying these words and experienced a very odd sensation. Were my wife and I really discussing so matter-of-factly her having sex with a "professional fucker"? After all, this ought to be a pretty humiliating topic for a husband, the one who is supposed to be his wife's only fucker. But, of course, I'm not like most husbands. Maybe I was even getting off, slightly, on what should be the shame of the situation.

Nancy picked up a copy of a free, somewhat underground, newspaper that was lying on the next table. It was called The Stranger. "I was looking through this yesterday when I went shopping," she said, "and noticed a lot of ads for escorts and, well, prostitutes. There were guys advertising, too, but none of them looked very straight to me."

We looked at the sex ads at the end of paper for several minutes. She was right; the male escorts were pretty obviously targeting gay clients. They also looked very expensive.

"Why should we pay some guy to do what a hundred others would pay you to do?" I asked.

"Sure, they'd all like to fuck me, but would they let themselves be filmed doing it? That's the catch."

It was then about 1:00 p.m. That meant we had only about seven hours until Sid and Arnie would show up at the house expecting some kind of action. We got up from the table, paid the bill, and walked out.

Hand-in-hand, we began walking downs the street. "How many guys do you think I'll get to fuck," she asked. "I was thinking of one and possibly two. But I don't want this turning into some kind of gangbang."

"Here's a compromise idea, and it's not quite a gangbang," I said. "Why don't we try to get some guy who doesn't mind being filmed to be there when your friends from last night arrive? He can sort of set the tone and maybe encourage your amateur friends, especially Sid Bigdick, to give their all for filmic art."

Nancy agreed immediately and decided to go off by herself for a little while to look for a willing tone-setter. She said she'd start at one of the coffee shops and see what she could stir up. Her plan would be to act worried about having to back out of a photo shoot tonight because the male model couldn't make it. And, damn it, she really needed to get it done. What could she do?

"You know how helpful guys like to be," I said. "They're born problem solvers, especially when the person with a problem looks like you. But it might help to flash a little more tit."

I reached across to her and, since no one seemed to be watching, unzipped Nancy's top just below her breasts so that the slightest motion would expose them. She wasn't wearing a bra, of course, and the view was great. But she zipped the hoodie back up about three inches, saying she needed to retain a little decency in order not to look like a hooker. "Don't worry. If I meet the right guy, I'll know how to work my assets to full advantage."

"And don't forget to give him a good look at that sweet ass of yours. Those jeans are nice and tight, especially when you bend over."

"Pervert," she said, laughing. "Go away. I have a job to do. I'll give you a call later."

3.

I went back to Tony's house and began setting up the living room for the evening's entertainment. On the way, I picked up a twelve-pack of beer and two bottles of White Zinfandel.

I decided to stage the action on and in front of the larger of two couches in the room. First, I set up the "fill" light on its tripod a few feet to the left of center in front of the couch. Then I set up the small tripod on a little table a few feet in front of couch. My idea was to videotape most of the action from this central vantage point, occasionally removing the camera from the tripod to shoot from other angles.