Note to reader: The first part of this saga detailed how a couple, Rick and Rachael, found a good deal of excitement by simply having her show more skin than usual. All of the action took place in a restaurant and then in a hotel bar. The story starts slowly as this was all new to them.
The title of "A Missing Button Started It All" is in reference to an event in which a button on the lead female's blouse went missing, resulting in some interesting exposure. All action that follows results from that.
During that story, there was some interaction with George, a co-worker of Rick's, and Marsha, a waitress in the hotel bar. In each case, they helped add to Rick and Rachael's excitement without engaging in sex with them. George was able to briefly touch Rachael but nothing more. At the end of the chapter, the lead couple went on home to be by themselves and do what happily married couples do.
Now, part 2 begins. As we might hope, things do evolve. A lot.
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STARBUCKS:
"What the hell am I doing here?" I sat at the table in Starbucks nervously while asking myself this question for the hundredth time.
I had picked Starbucks because it seemed innocuous and safe. Safe from what? Hooking up? It was not the sort of location where people would "hook up."
Is that what I was doing... trying to hook up. And, with another woman, no less?
Again, "What the hell am I doing?"
Nearly a week earlier, my husband Rick and I had engaged in some sensual and erotic play as the result of a missing button. Mostly it was me doing some flashing, but it did end up with another man touching my chest. My boobs. My tits.
I had never done anything like that, and it certainly wasn't planned. My purposefully showing off some cleavage was a deliberate act. Everything else just evolved from that.
In the course of events, we met Marsha. She is a charming, slender yet well-endowed, redhead. I would guess her age to be late twenties, but I couldn't be sure. What I did know was that she was cute, and seemed to really enjoy the erotic situation.
When George, Rick, and I left the bar, Marsha had given me a card with her phone number on it and the message "Any time. Any place."
I don't think she meant Starbucks when she had written that.
Regardless of where she meant, I had been surprised, maybe even shocked. Another woman seemed to be hitting on me and I am not a lesbian. I am a happily married woman who loves fucking my guy.
Had I been sending off lesbian vibes to her? What had caused her to give me that card and to do so in private? I'm not a lesbian. Yes, I can appreciate the sexual appeal of another woman but I don't lust after them.
That night, when we had arrived home after the event in the restaurant and bar, Rick and I had screwed like horny teenagers. To say we were turned on would be a major understatement.
Later, when we were lying in bed exhausted, I told him about the note Marsha had handed to me. Prior to this, we had teased each other about bringing someone else into the mix, but it was only a playful fantasy. Now, someone was openly inviting her way in.
Or was she just propositioning me and not both of us? Never had I considered just me being with another woman. The fantasy was always with both Rick and me being with another person, especially another woman. The fantasy of having a woman in bed between us while Rick and I with the two of us exploring her was our greatest mutual fantasy. Could Marsha be the one to fulfill this fantasy?
What would happen if Marsha wanted only me and not Rick? And, why in the hell was I even questioning this?
Certainly, I wasn't going to go through with this in any form. Would I?
So, again, why was I sitting there in that Starbucks waiting for her to meet me? Simple. After I told Rick about the note from Marsha, he just could not let it go. The idea of me being with her excited him beyond words.
To be more accurate. During the next two days we fucked more times than I can count and, each time, he would talk about what it would be like for us, or just me, to have sex with her.
Marsha is delectable, yes. But bring another woman into our bed? Setting aside the idea of my possibly having sex with another woman, what did I think about my husband potentially fucking her?
I told Rick that, with the reality facing us and this no longer just being a far-off fantasy, I didn't know if I was comfortable with seeing him with Marsha.
"Fine. Then just the two of you get together. As long as I can watch, of course."
Then we fucked again. Okay, so that seemed to be his major turn-on. It wasn't that he wanted to lay that cute redhead. No. He mostly seemed to want for me to be with her, and he wanted to sit back and watch.
So, after two days of his prodding, I called Marsha. When I called, I didn't know if I wanted for her to answer or not. Soon, that issue was resolved. She answered and she said she really had hoped I would call.
After our brief chat with my listening to a voice which could only be described as seductive, arrangements were made to have coffee and now I was sitting there in that crowded place. That very non-sensual place. And she was due to arrive at any moment.
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Within ten minutes of talking with Marsha, I felt like I had a new lifelong friend. I really liked this woman. Nothing was said of any sexual nature. No hints of how I had been at the bar where she was serving. No talk of why I had called her. If anyone nearby was listening in, they would only surmise that it was two female friends talking about family, our jobs, travel, and more.
We had so much in common, it was amazing. She had traveled to many of the same places I had been to both with and without my husband. Our thoughts on almost every aspect of life were the same. We completely and totally gelled. About the only real difference was she was ten years younger than me and, as a result, I had a few more experiences under my belt.
