The wife swapping was a turning point for Sarah and I. We realized that casual sex with other partners did nothing to diminish our feelings for each other. Mark and Lisa, Scott and Marsha turned out to be the perfect couples for broadening our sexual journey. There was never a single moment of jealousy displayed among us. For me, while each of the women were incredibly beautiful and sexy, they each brought something different to the table, sexually.
While Marsha was more the gentle passionate one, Lisa was all about rough, hard fucking. She was also probably the most vocal during sex. And, of course, Sarah was all of those things combined and, as much as I enjoyed my time with the other two women, there was no doubt that Sarah would always be my favorite, in and out of bed. I even surprised her with a long black dildo to replace the one she had used to taunt her ex-lover. I used a white Sharpie and wrote 'James' across the tip. She laughed out loud when I told her she could now fuck 'James' anytime she wanted to. She loved the dildo as well as the unspoken implications that went with it. She even gave me a mind-blowing demonstration as I sat once again handcuffed to a chair at the foot of the bed.
Sarah's birthday was coming up in May so I spent the month of April devising a plan that I thought would make it the best one ever. Her birthday was on Friday this year. The Sunday before her birthday on Friday, I told her the plan... or at least part of it. I told her we were going to celebrate her birthday all week, starting on Monday and culminating in dinner and dancing Friday night, ending with a special night back in our bedroom. She whined a bit when I told her there would be no sex for her the entire week, no sex, no dildos, and no masturbation. It was rare for us to go more than a day or two without sex. I assured her she would survive and I would make it up to her Friday night.
Monday, I sent her a dozen red roses. I pampered her that night by cooking dinner and cleaning the kitchen while she sat and watched. Tuesday, I sent more roses and a bottle of her favorite perfume and a diamond studded choker. Wednesday, it was a spring bouquet and sheer, bright red baby-doll pajamas with matching red thong panties with strict instructions that she could not wear them until Friday night. By Wednesday night she was rabid with lust, begging me multiple times to fuck her, or at least let her use her new dildo. I had hidden both of her sex toys over the weekend and stood steadfast by the rules. Thursday brought one more bouquet of roses, pink this time and a gift-wrapped package with instructions not to open it until I got home.
She met me at the door when I got home, package in hand. I made up every excuse I could to stall, knowing she couldn't wait to open it. She had always been like a kid at Christmas when it came to opening presents. I showered and put on shorts and tee shirt. I told her I thought we should get dinner first. She grabbed me by the front of my shirt, and her best fake threatening voice said, "Brian Simpson, either you stop teasing me and let me open this package or I'm going to ripe your dick off and flush it down the garbage disposal."
To avoid bodily damage, I relented. In the box was a pale green, floor length gown that I knew would accent her beautiful eyes. It was made of an almost sheer material that I knew would hang seductively on her and highlight her well-tuned body. While her breasts were not as big as Lisa's, they were more than adequate. They had not given in to gravity, standing firm and proud without no need of support. Her nipples were sensitive and would harden at the slightest contact. The dress had a zipper in the front that stopped at the waist. Her eyes lit up when she saw it. The hug and kiss I got almost made me break my own rule. I resisted and told her the dress was for our night on the town.
Friday finally arrived. I took the day off to spend with her. I had made an appointment for both of us at her favorite spa. While I got a haircut and a massage, Sarah got the full spa treatment She was given a manicure, pedicure, facial, and a massage. She had topped it off by having her make-up professionally done by one of the on-site artists. She came out relaxed and looking fabulous. At my request she had left her hair down. While I knew most women like their long hair put up in some way for special occasions, I thought she was more beautiful with her hair down, hanging past her shoulders.
We had a late afternoon lunch to hold us over until our 8:00 p.m. dinner reservations. We lounged around the house until time to dress. I told her to wait until I was dressed because I was planning on dressing her myself. I showered and dressed in a nice dark blue suit, white shirt and a tie almost the same shade of green as her new dress. Then it was time to dress her. I led her into her dressing room and removed her summer dress as well as her panties and bra. Then it was a quick rinse in the shower without disturbing her hair and make-up. I had a warm towel waiting and dried her, making it a point to briefly tease her sensitive areas. She again pleaded for sex. "Please Brian, just let me cum one time before we go. I am out of my mind with desire. If you won't fuck me, at least give me an orgasm. I don't care how."
It was a tempting offer but I held fast. I led her back into her dressing room, unzipped her new dress and handed it to her. She asked which bra and panties I thought she should wear. I thought her eyes would pop out of her head when I told she was to be naked under her dress tonight. She argued that the dress was too sheer to wear without undergarments, that everyone could see right thru the dress. I told I agreed and couldn't wait to show her off to the world.
Flashing me an evil smile, she finally agreed and let me help her into it. The diamond studded choker and spike heels completed the look. She was absolutely breath-taking. The smooth material against her breasts already had her nipples poking out like two pencil erasers. As a final touch, and amid protest from Sarah, I pulled the zipper down just past her breasts, leaving ample cleavage exposed.
I'm not sure how many husbands got an elbow in the ribs as we walked thru the restaurant to our reserved table but I suspect there were several. Once Sarah got past the initial embarrassment of being so exposed in public, she stood proud, shoulders back, nipples at full attention and walked in like she owned the place. The sway of her unencumbered breasts against the thin material of the dress was fucking amazing to watch. We have never had a more attentive waiter. Sarah made it a point to show him as much of her breasts as she could without actually pulling them out of her dress. I had to indiscreetly adjust myself before we left so I didn't walk thru the restaurant with a tent evident in my pants.
When I pulled out of the parking lot and turned a different direction than Sarah was expecting, she looked inquisitively at me. Answering her look I told her I had found a different bar I wanted to check out. And was it ever different. It was in a different part of town than we normally frequented.
I parked, turned to her and asked, "Are you up for a little fun for your birthday?" She looked nervously at me and asked, "Just what kind of fun are you thinking of?" Smiling, I replied, "Oh just some innocent fun. A chance for you to let your hair down a little on your birthday. A little dancing, maybe a little flirting." Still not understanding where this was headed, she remarked, "No one is going to flirt with a woman with her husband sitting right there beside her." I couldn't suppress the wicked grin. "I know. That's why you are going to go in by yourself. I will come in later and watch you have some fun."
Worried now, Sarah looked at me concerned. "I don't know Brian. I've never done anything like this since college. I'm not sure this is a good idea. What will I do?" Trying my best to comfort her, I told her, "Look, just go in, find you a place at the bar and wait. I'm sure there are plenty of men in there who will want to buy you a drink and dance with you. There is no pressure. Dance with the guys you want to and say no to the ones you don't. I can promise you that every man in there will want you to dance...and more."
"And where will you be?" I assured her I would be close by if needed. Still reluctant, she finally agreed. "Ok, Brian. But if I don't see you come in within 5 minutes, I'm out of there. And just so you know, there will be no 'and more' if that means me walking out that door with some stranger. You are the only 'and more' I am going home with tonight." Secretly relieved but trying not to show it, I kissed her and told her happy birthday. "Go relax and have fun, Sarah. You deserve it."
She got out of the car and headed for the door. I fully expected her to turn around and leave as soon as she saw the make-up of the patrons. You see, I had purposely scoped out this bar so I knew first-hand what she was walking in to. So, I was somewhat surprised, but pleased when a few minutes had passed and there was no sign of Sarah. I felt a strange thrill as I stepped in and let my eyes adjust to the dim light.
I found a table in a dark corner where I could see her and the dance floor. She already had a drink and a friend. He was tall and black. But then, so were 90% of the men in here. The rest of the customers consisted of mostly single white women and white couples. This bar is what you would call a 'meat market'. It's where white women, married and single, come to hook up with a good-looking black man to fulfill a certain fantasy. I have no doubt that the gentleman talking to Sarah thought she was here for just that reason. I trusted her when she told me who she was going home with but I couldn't deny the butterflies in my stomach. I silently prayed I hadn't screwed up. I had thrown my wife to the wolves and hoped she was fast enough to outrun them.
I could see her nervously scanning the crowd, looking for me. I walked past her pretending to go to the restroom. I could see her relax a little when she spotted me. On the way back, I stopped and stood right next to her and ordered a drink. She glanced briefly at me, winked and blew me a kiss. She mouthed, "I love you, thank you," and then turned back and continued her conversation with the black guy.
I guess my timing was perfect. As I was waiting on my drink, I heard her tell the guy that her husband was out of town and she thought she would get out and let her hair down a little. I knew that comment was as much for me as him. 'Touché', I thought as I paid for my drink and headed back to my table. I guess I deserved that.
