My story took place while I was at a business trip, giving seminars for my company last summer.
I had been on the road for nearly three weeks and the closest thing to sex I had was a date with my fingers during a hot telephone call with my husband back home.
I had never been away from Marc this long before, and I looked forward to our nightly phone calls to cheer me up.
We had been married for close to eight years and in that time one learns to tell via subtle nuances in your partner's voice, just how well things are going.
In this case Marc could see right through me and realized that I was not doing as fine as I pretended to be.
I still had another four weeks to go and began dreading the thought of being without him for so long, that I would often break down and cry before hanging up the phone.
He said that he couldn't sleep sometimes worrying about how miserable I was and promised to come up with some way to brighten my trip somehow. Little did I know to what extent he would go in order to insure my happiness.
On one such telephone call, many of which lasted for hours on end, Marc suggested something that nearly made me fall out of bed!
He told me that if it would help me pass the time we were apart, that he would agree to my being with other men as long as I told him everything that happened.
I couldn't believe my ears ... and told him I had no interest in being with anyone else but him, and that I could wait if need be. But he continued telling me that he would feel better knowing that I wasn't sitting in a hotel room crying night after night.
He went on to assure me that our love was strong enough to allow for such a thing, and insisted that I at least consider it. I know some women would call that a dream come true but I was genuinely disinterested.
I love my husband and he is the only man I will ever love, so the idea seemed ludicrous. Nonetheless he urged me to give it a try for his piece of mind, so I gave him the standard female uncommitted response and said "maybe". I'm
only 33 years old and by most standards, my appearance would be considered above average, and
I've always had my share of men hitting on me. So it wasn't the fear of rejection that kept me from agreeing ... it was more the fear of breaking some hidden bond between Marc and I. I felt that our relationship was somehow dependent on being able to say I had never been with any other man since we had met.
At any rate I decided to sleep on it and leave any serious pondering until the next day. After I hung up the phone I
poured myself a warm bath and settled in for another two-finger tango to satisfy my more urgent needs. I pushed in for some soft music from the hotel switchboard, lit a few complimentary candles that were on a table in the room and slid beneath the bubbles to forget everything for a while.
I closed my eyes and thought of Marc and how wonderful he made me feel when he was inside of me, and soon my fingers had found their way to that spot between my thighs.
Somehow I couldn't forget Marc's suggestion, and maybe it was the candlelight or the effect of my efforts on myself, but gradually his proposal didn't seem all that strange after all.
I mean most women in my shoes may have had a brief affair after 8 years of marriage, but not me... So maybe I deserved a little treat? After all it had been Marc's suggestion. I increased the speed of my fingers over the nub of my clitoris as I tried to imagine what it would be like to have another man inside of me. I tried to imagine what it would be like with a stranger, and I must say the thought began to excite me in a way I could never have imagined.
I actually had two breath taking orgasms as I lay soaking in the bath. The next day my schedule was booked solid and I returned to my room exhausted, and only able to find the energy for our phone call.
I explained to Marc that I had thought about his suggestion and if he still wanted me to, I would be willing to try. He again shocked me by telling me that not only did he want me to, but that he would actually find it arousing to hear about my adventure. I was tingling inside in an odd way ... thinking that my being with another man would somehow affect Marc like that.
I asked him to explain what exactly would turn him on. While he spoke he told me to lie flat on my back, close my eyes and touch myself.
I eagerly obeyed, and listened to him as he conjured up potential scenes he would enjoy hearing about. This was so new and yet so fascinating that I told him to keep talking, and he could tell by my heavy breathing that I was enjoying it.
The following day I finished early in the afternoon and had that night and the whole next morning before another
onslaught of scheduled events. So by the end of the day my thoughts were already churning with the excitement of
the nights possibilities. I hurried out of the convention center and into a waiting cab that sped me off to my hotel.
Once at the hotel I quickly paid the driver and he flashed me a curious smile that added to my excitement, and I turned and hurried toward the elevator.
Any woman who doesn't know the feeling of having their husband allow them this freedom is missing the treat of a lifetime. Never had I imagined being this aroused in public!
It seemed as though every man now took on a sensuous ardor as I viewed them through newly liberated eyes, knowing that I could, without guilt, allow them to enter my most private of areas at anytime I so desired.
I spent the next few hours getting ready. I bathed quickly avoiding the temptation to slide my hand between my thighs and satisfy myself.
After attending to my hair, which thank God seemed to manage itself, I dressed slowly, paying close attention to perfuming those parts that I was sure would be receiving special attention tonight.
I put on a bit more makeup than usual, but without over doing it, and when I was sure that I was as pretty as I felt, I removed my wedding bands and placed them thoughtfully in a small case inside my overnight bag.
I thought of Marc and how much I loved him for allowing me to explore this side of my being, and how I was going to make him very pleased that he had awaken this feeling in me.
One more quick look and out the door I went, heading toward the elevator, I could sense myself moistening with each step. I took the elevator to the hotel lobby and decided to start my little escapade at one of the several bars that were located inside the hotel.
I took my place at an empty stool before the bar, ordered a drink and took a casual glance around the place. There
were plenty of men and a few women, none of whom I recognized as anyone on my seminar tour. I preferred that since I didn't want anything that happened tonight following me home after my trip was over. I had already decided not to involve anyone I might potentially have contact with again.
This all added to the excitement, I had never had sex with anyone that I hadn't known, so the prospect of opening myself to a complete stranger was a foreign and tantalizing vision for me to savor.
I hadn't taken more than a few sips of my drink before an attractive man who appeared to be in his early forties approached me. He asked me if I was waiting for someone. I told him no, and flashing a quick smile, I explained that I was just winding down.
He stood next to me through some idle introductory questions, telling me his name (which was ironically "Marc") before asking if I cared to have some company. I told him that would be fine and he quickly slid onto the stool beside me, switching into that casual "gee I'm really interested in your job" mode of conversation that so many men still think fools us women.
I was impressed by the acting anyway, and could feel his tension as his eyes strained to refrain from dropping to my cleavage. It was also an opportunity for me to display my empty ring finger to encourage his advances.
We continued talking for a while before another man who entered the lounge joined him. He was introduced as Cal and they explained their corporate affiliations, and how they were in town for a sales presentation.
Neither needed to sell me on anything as I felt my legs shiver in sexual arousal but I remained coy and innocently played along, enjoying the warmth of both their gazes.
After a bit I excused myself to go the restroom, giving them an opportunity to talk shop... But I knew they would be watching my every move until I disappeared behind the pink door of the ladies room.
I powdered and perfumed and fidgeted with my dress before returning to find that they had now taken places on either side of my stool. I slid between them warmed by their presence surrounding me.
As the night wore on we all began to get a little tipsy and loose, and the topic eventual led to likes and dislikes and from there easily slid to the topic of sex.
They both were getting rather bold starting with an occasional touch on the shoulder and eventually taking turns placing their hands around my waist during bursts of laughter.
Marc excused himself and went to the restroom, while Cal's arm remained around my waist. As soon as he had disappeared Cal's hand slid down to rest on the small of my back and began rubbing me there as he told me how attractive I was. We stared into each other's eyes and he leaned over and kissed me.
I parted my lips and let his tongue find its way into my mouth, where they met each other, lightly, before I pulled back and smiled. "We better behave ourselves, " I said teasingly.
"We wouldn't want to make Marc feel left out, now would we?" He began to speak, but I hushed him as Marc rounded the corner and walked toward us.
I sensed Cal's impatience and loved it, and I continued our conversation right where it had been interrupted my Marc's departure.
I was so enthralled by my new found suitors that I hadn't notice the time passing, I noticed that we were the only customers left in the lounge.
The bartender whose attention was turned to a movie playing on the television behind the bar wasn't paying much attention to us by then.
It was Cal who first had the nerve to slide his hand from my knee (slowly upward) until his fingers found my warm pubic mound. I smiled and glanced at Marc who stared at the sight of Cal's hand moving under my skirt.
He looked up to meet my eyes in astonishment. "Your friend seems to know what he wants..." I chuckled, and blinking, I asked.
