"That was wonderful." Colin said as he helped Ann to her feet.
"Mmmm...but I've got to get back to my husband." Ann caressed Colin's cock as she replaced it into his pants. She left him to zip up as she hurried away.
As she walked around the side of the building and into the back of the parking lot, Ann saw Doug walking from their car back toward the front door. She told Colin she had to hurry and quickly walked to the car and then toward the front door. Doug had just turned from scanning the hall again and saw Ann walking toward him.
"Where have you been?" Ann asked first, making it seem that Doug had been the one missing.
"Looking for you, where've you been?"
"Let's just go," said Ann.
When she got in the car, Ann was horrified when she noticed some blades of grass clinging to her stocking clad knees. She quickly closed her door to extinguish the light. She was furiously brushing at her knees when Doug leaned over and kissed her.
Before she could stop him, his tongue was searching her mouth. My god, thought Ann, could Doug taste Colin. She certainly still could. Both Ann and Doug were silent during the ride back to the hotel, each wondering why the other was so quiet but unwilling emerge from their own erotic thoughts and speak first.
Doug's mind was alive with thoughts of his wife. Certainly Ann had been more flirtatious, at times even seductive, tonight than he'd ever seen her. Neither Doug nor Ann were prudes particularly. They'd discussed things like swapping and affairs, but neither had the bravado move things beyond personal fantasies.
Tonight had seen Ann allow the interns to fondle her breasts and ass while dancing. She ground her pubis against them and, as even Ann acknowledged, caused them to get erections. Several times, he'd seen her kissing one particular intern deeply. All this had caused Doug to become aroused.
Ann, on the other hand, was musing about her own actions, the touching, the smell and tastes, the heft of Colin's manhood in her hand. Little flutters and flares ignited and pulsed through her clit as, head back and eyes closed in the car's dark interior, Ann experienced a series mentally generated, mini-climaxes, something she'd never done before.
Her breathing was so shallow as to be nonexistent as she mentally approached the pure excitement that had been Colin's moment of fulfillment. She re-lived his slow, perfectly timed piston movements as he took his pleasure from her mouth.
Colin's performance reminded Ann of how the Romans viewed oral sex. It was the man who gave the woman fellatio, not the other away around. Tonight, Ann considered the blowjob Colin's gift to her, not her gift to him.
Doug had noticed something else. Though Ann undoubtedly thought she was being surreptitious about it, her attention kept wandering to the black intern although she didn't dance with him, or otherwise attempt to tease him as she had the others.
All the same, Ann appeared to be most irritated when she watched as the black fellow fondled other wives on the dance floor or in dark corners. Just as they were set to leave, he'd seen them talking together, then both were missing. What had happened? Doug suspected Ann had gone somewhere with him and let him grope and kiss her. He really wanted to find out what happened with Colin.
Back in their room, Doug started asking Ann some questions about what happened just before they left the reception. He told Ann what he'd seen and how both she and Colin had gone missing for several minutes only for her to turn up in the parking lot. How, when he kissed her in the car, he'd noticed her mouth was a little hotter and wetter than usual - slimier, actually.
Ann asked him what he thought had happened. Doug said he guessed that Ann and Colin had gone somewhere and kissed and he had fondled her, probably concentrating on her big breasts. That the kissing had left her mouth wet and the fondling had gotten her so hot she'd juiced her panties.
Doug said he'd bet that if he touched her pussy right now she'd be sopping wet. Ann flushed red. Doug was almost right. She'd be wet all right, but her panties wouldn't be juiced...or even there. Before he let her go, Colin had insisted she give them to him. Rather than enter into a debate at a time when she wanted to hurry, she reached under her skirt and whipped them off.
Doug smiled as he figured he'd guessed right and asked Ann for the story. He said her could take it. As a matter of fact, he told her, just the thought of the young black man touching and kissing his wife had given him the firmest erection he'd had in years.
Ann's mind was racing, should she admit the truth? Laugh it off and say nothing happened? Go along with Doug's version until she could sort things out? She knew that if Doug touched her cunt he'd know something and that her cunt needed touching soon no matter what. She decided to start with the truth and see where it led.
Ann took a deep breath, said OK. She lay back on the bed, opened her legs, and began to finger her clit. Doug's mouth opened slightly and he stared at his wife's hand moving between her legs.
He sat on the bed and his head moved, involuntarily, closer to her pussy. Although he'd suspected that she, like him, masturbated sometimes, and he'd felt her hand rubbing her clit to get off during intercourse, he had never actually watched her jerk off (or whatever it was that females did).
When he got over his initial shock at Ann's behavior, Doug realized she had no panties on. " Why you sly old tease," he'd accused her, "you went without panties tonight!" Ann let him think that. There was no way she was going into it just yet.
Ann knew that if she was going to tell Doug about Colin, she didn't want to be looking at him when she did. And she didn't want to be interrupted by a bunch of silly questions her husband would undoubtedly ask. "Was he bigger?" "Did his cock make you wet?" Etc. So Ann hooked her foot behind Doug's head and pulled it down further toward her aching, soaking womanhood.
"I want you to lick me while I tell you what happened."
Doug couldn't remember that last time he'd been so turned on, if ever! He was well beyond refusing to do what Ann was asking. As his head traveled the few remaining inches, Ann moved her hand and his tongue reached out and licked her slit.
Doug knew that, when she was really turned on, Ann would occasionally ejaculate during sex. As his tongue explored the sheer volume and stickiness that was her pussy, he wondered if tonight was going to be one of those nights
Ann moaned and began her tale but Doug's tongue made it difficult to relate her adventure with Colin. She had closed her eyes as she managed to get through most of the story despite her rising passion. She opened them to look at Doug when she spoke of kneeling in front of Colin. It didn't take a genius to guess what would come next and she wanted to see Doug's reaction to determine how much to relate.
Ann knew she didn't perform oral sex as much as Doug would have liked and then only as foreplay to intercourse. She never let him come in her mouth much less swallowed, so she wanted to monitor his reaction as she began to describe blowing the young, black doctor. She knew she could continue when she watched Doug reach down and begin stroking his erection.
Having Doug eat her out while telling of her encounter had been nothing short of genius. Not only could she concentrate on the story and re-live the act as fantasy, but Doug was unable to interrupt. As an added bonus, Doug's tongue was bringing her to her second orgasm of the night. Like she, Doug had never employed oral sex as a way to get his wife off.
Ann's voice was barely a whisper (she wasn't even sure he could hear her, his hand was stroking his cock furiously and his moaning made his tongue into a vibrator against her clitoris) as she described asking Colin to shoot in her mouth.
Doug was climaxing onto the sheets as Ann verbally brought Colin to a magnificent climax and remembered the feeling of total womanhood she had experienced with her mouth on his cock and his come on her tongue. Ann clutched Doug's head and screamed in orgasm.
The next morning, Ann and Doug both agreed the activities of the previous night needed a thorough thinking through and discussion. As Doug was leaving on a business trip that night, they agreed that neither would do anything unilaterally until they had an in-depth conversation about it. The trip would give them some time alone for soul-searching.
* * * *
The week after the reception, Ann called Margie in the morning to ask if she could re-schedule their lunch date. Ann had an important afternoon deadline and needed to work through lunch. Margie suggested they meet at Henry's for drinks after work. Since Doug was out of town, there was no good reason for Ann not to accept.
Ann arrived early and Margie late. Ann had been at the bar for half an hour when Margie arrived and was half way through her second bourbon and water. Ann was still struggling with telling Margie about Colin. She wanted Margie's advice and besides she just wanted to talk to someone about it.
Ann was concerned with what would Margie think. Would she be shocked? Disgusted? Understanding? Contemptuous? Disappointed? Jealous? She didn't want to lose Margie's friendship. Ann smiled to herself. Margie would be shocked all right. But what else?
When Margie sat down, she ordered a drink and Ann asked for "one more". Ann wasn't used to drinking that much in that short a time span so she was definitely loosening up. Were the drinks a subconscious way of admitting she wanted to tell?
When the drinks arrived, Margie handed Ann a pink slip of paper. It was a phone message.
