My wife and I had been married for about ten years. Having been together for five before that, dating. After fifteen years our love life had gotten a bit stale. Then I went to work for the company I am at now.
My new job required me to travel out of town quite often, usually for two to four nights, being gone for a week at most. Once in a while, when we could afford it, I would take Ashley along with me.
Ashley has always gotten looks from other people. She has a kind of beauty that at first isn't seen as such. On a second look however, one can see the sensuality and sexiness that she was born with.
Her body is just about perfect, trust me, I know. I had always admired her shapely bottom and of course, her D cup tits had always been a nice extra as well. At home, alone, she would sometimes do a strip tease for me that would drive me crazy. She had a way of moving her body that drew one in, captivating and entrancing.
Ashley didn't work, as my salary was more than enough for us to live on. We were comfortable, and even had some savings started. Living out of town a ways on a 10 acre plot let us do things that we couldn't have done in a subdivision.
One day when I came home from one of my longer trips, having been gone for a full five days, she was antsy. She wanted to go out that night, and drug me along. We had dinner and then went to a nightclub for a few drinks.
She was really hot to trot that night, and the dress she had chosen fit her skin tight. It only came down over her hips and just covered the cheeks of her ass, maybe by about two inches. If she stood with her legs shoulder width apart and bent over stiff legged, anyone behind her would have had a view of both of her ass cheeks and her panties barely covering her.
The dress was strapless and hugged her breasts snugly. When she really got to moving on the dance floor her breasts would threaten to jump out. The blackness of the material made her blonde hair stand out, and tonight it cascaded over her shoulders and down her back almost to her bottom cheeks.
We danced several dances and laughed and talked. She had only eyes for me, and of course, I could only look at her. Time and again I thanked the lucky Gods for letting me be with her and call her my wife. Not only was she beautiful, she was also intelligent.
She had a degree in mechanical engineering, but we had both chosen for her to not work and that way, she would be free to come with me at the drop of a hat on my frequent trips. Often she would pick up and fly with me to the various cities I would have to go to, and we would spend the weekend in a hotel and have fun.
This trip had been way out of the way in the boonies and even though I had asked her, hoping she would come with me, she had decided to stay home. For a while something had been bothering her and she hadn't felt like telling me about it. I had figured out early in our relationship that when she was like this just to let her be and she would tell me soon enough.
Tonight she seemed to be happy and horny, which I might add was fortuitous for me. I was expecting to have some real dynamite sex when we got home. Every word she said and every move she made advertised that she was hot and horny.
I noticed other men staring at her and making comments to their friends. This happened a lot when we went out. Like I said earlier, she has that certain kind of beauty that sneaks up and slams you before you know what is going on. Tonight was no exception.
Once a tall and I guess somewhat built guy came over and asked her for a dance. I left that decision up to her and for some reason, tonight, she jumped up and went with him. I watched from the table as he held her quite nicely and they danced. He kept her close by, and they never got out of my sight.
Ashley would dance with other men on occasion, but it was not a usual thing with her. She normally wanted to spend the time with me only. I loved watching her dance with other men, mostly because I could see how beautiful she really was, and then bask in the knowledge that she would be coming home with me.
Over the past few years we had both felt our sex life getting in a rut. We had talked about different things, even going so far as checking out porn theaters, adult bookstores, and even a swing club once. Neither of us had swapped or tried other partners, but we had gotten turned on by watching others have sex in front of us, which had helped light a fire in our sex for a while now.
We had also talked about swinging and having others in our sex life but we had both decided that when that time came we would both know it and be better able to decide then. Deep down I had wondered how I would react if I saw her with another man. Would I be turned on? Would I get jealous and mad? Because of those questions and no answers, I had been a bit reluctant.
Ashley had been a bit more leaning towards trying it, but she also worried about my doubts, so the choice had been quite simple in the end. We would stay faithful to each other until an occasion or event happened to change that. We both had also decided that we would discuss any change in this arrangement before hand, even if it were only minutes before hand.
Anyway, I sat at the table this night and watched my wife in the arms of another man. He was a total gentleman, and never tried anything other than to dance. They were having a good time and frankly, so was I. After their first dance, I was a bit surprised when Ashley held his arm and kept him out on the floor for the next song. When it came about, it was a slow smooth number and they melted together as they danced. He was holding her quite a bit closer now and with the lights down low like they were I couldn't tell if his hands were staying put or if he was trying to cop feels.
Since Ashley didn't seem to get upset with him at all during the dance I figured that he had been every bit the gentleman with her on that one too. When they got back to the table after that dance Ashley was wound up. He didn't stick around, leaving us to ourselves right away after thanking her for the dances.
Ashley took my hand and drug me out of the club and to our car. On the way towards home she began to touch me all over. Soon she was undoing my zipper and working to get my cock out of my pants. I was afraid that I would have an accident or something, so at the first opportunity I pulled into a dark parking lot.
Without checking around us too much, I shut the car off and let Ashley take over. She soon had my cock down her throat, and was sucking me like no tomorrow. I worked my hands into her dress and rubbed her nipples as her head bobbed up and down on my shaft.
I was surprised at her since she had never shown any inclination to having car sex, even when we had dated she had always wanted a nice big bed to play on. Tonight she was so horny and on fire she had to have me now.
Just before I came I whispered that fact to her. She would swallow my cum, but usually she wanted me to cum deep inside her tight pussy rather than her mouth. She loved the feel of my hot cum flooding her like that, or that is what she always told me.
Tonight, she was in the mood to swallow. Before I knew it, I was shooting off and she got every bit of it. She kept up sucking on my shaft afterwards, cleaning and trying to keep me hard for her. I was a bit tired from the flight so I went soft in spite of her ministrations.
I moved to pull her dress down and free her tits so that I could suck on them. She flopped her seat back in full recline and I kept tugging on her dress until it was in a puddle on the floor of the car. I removed her panties next and since my head was right there, I pulled her closest leg to me up into the air and holding it up, I began to lick and suck on her juicy pussy.
Ashley was moaning and groaning as I ate her and as she got more and more into it, I let go of her leg, expecting it to go around my neck. Instead, she grabbed it in her hand and pulled it even farther back. This caused her pussy to be even more accessible to my roving tongue and soon I had worked her into her first orgasm of the night.
After she came back down, she laid there panting, her fingers in my hair.
"I love you Doug. You are such a great pussy eater. God I love how you get me off."
"Hey, you're not bad yourself kiddo. In all the gin joints and all the bars I had to find you. You suck a mean cock baby."
She laughed at my poor impression of Bogey with the added ‘suck a mean cock' and I joined in with her. We talked for a bit and I felt my cock stirring around and getting ready for the second act. I could see that her nipples were still hard, so as I got revved up, I began to lick and suck on them again.
She stopped me and pushed me off of her body suddenly. My first thought was that someone was approaching. Looking around I saw nobody. I looked at her and wondered why she stopped me.
"Doug...I have an idea. Lets go to a book store. You know, an adult bookstore. I'll leave my panties off and be your slut while we are in there. Get us both worked up...ya know?"
"I don't know Ashley, there can be some pretty rough characters at those places. We might get in trouble if we get too carried away."
"Would that bother you? If some big bad biker type guys made me service them?"
"Honey, that may be a fantasy to think about or play with, but they could get real rough, real mean even. I will if you will, but if there are too many men, or if they appear to be too rough looking we had better just browse the books or see a movie and leave Okay?"
"Okay sweetie. You're right I could get in over my head that way couldn't I? Lets at least check it out a bit and take in one of those pay for play quarter movies booths okay?"
I was horny again and her talk had struck something inside me that had never hit me before. I agreed with her and we both got dressed. Ashley in just her tight black dress, no panties, no bra. It only took me about ten minutes to find a good adult bookstore, and the whole time Ashley was rubbing my cock and licking her lips.
Walking in to the dimly lit place I could see that there were very few people there. I felt a bit better knowing that the three or four guys there were pretty much normal looking. Ashley and I browsed the books and movies for a bit, and I noticed that Ashley had adjusted her dress quite a bit at some point.
The lower hem was up enough that I could see the definition of her ass cheeks as they curved in at the tops of her legs, and once when she bent over only a little bit to get pick a book off the shelf just about waist high, I saw her whole ass and even part of her pussy lips!
