My first encounter with a married woman was with a work colleague Greg and his wife Samatha, Sam. It was something Sam would do for Greg once, but it turned out that they enjoyed it enough to want to try again. They had asked that I help Sam meet guys, take her to parties and create opportunities for her to have sex with random guys. As part of this, Greg would shave her pubs in preparation, and Sam would wear a black lace choker so Greg knew she was submitting herself for pleasure.
It had been several weeks since I heard from them, so I was surprised when Sam called me and asked me to visit on Saturday afternoon. It was a simmering summer's day, and the family was beside and playing in the pool. We sat around and talked, and Sam looked very sexy in her string bikini. Greg explained they had thought a lot about Sam having sex with other guys, and they spoke about it during lovemaking, which had improved their sex lives.
Sam was lying in a deck chair when Greg went inside to top up the cold drinks. As he walked away, she pulled her bikini to one side and showed me her smooth vagina, her clit puffy and swollen. See, she said he keeps me ready. As she lay there, not attempting to cover herself, her finger lightly teased her clit, before sliding along the side of her outer lips. Then, she pulled the bikini back as Greg walked over and handed us our drinks. Greg said he wanted Sam to go out and get laid tonight and asked if I would help as previously suggested. I agreed on one condition.
Sam followed me inside. Greg, you go around to the kitchen window and watch. When Sam joined me in the kitchen, I put my arms around her and pulled her close. We kissed long and passionately, my hands exploring her back and sides and, finally, taking her in my hands, holding her head as we explored each other tongues. I could tell from her breathing and rosy complexion the passion aroused her. I kissed her again and told her I would pick her up around 9:00 pm.
I arrived on time, and Greg met me at the door. Sam was right behind him in a long black dress, with an open back and no bra, her black lace choker, and a contrast to the red lips stick. She looked radiant and sexy. After a quick chat, we said goodbye to Greg, who looked more excited by tonight's prospects than Sam. I had organised an executive car and driver, a friend of mine. I told him what was happening, and he agreed to drive us home.
On the way to the club, I asked Sam what she was expecting, and she said she wasn't sure but hoped to flirt, get groped, and, hopefully, have sex with two or three guys. Her response reassured me she would try and have some fun tonight. We arrived at the club, and I had research to find a high-end club as I wanted Sam to feel elegant and memorable. After all, she is another man's wife. The venue included a heated pool, spas, sauna, private rooms with one-way mirrors, public spaces, bar with pool tables. We found a place at the bar and ordered drinks. It was getting busy with couples and several single women and men. We started a conversation with a lady about the same age as Sam. Being a bit younger than Sam, she was curious about our relationship. She was jealous that Sam had her husband's support, as her husband had no idea she was here. She told us she often cheated and enjoyed being with a group of men.
As we were chatting, two guys approached and asked if they could join us. I could see the other lady was uninterested and, after a short conversation, decided to leave us and mingle with other people. The guys were around Sam's age and were visiting business people from out of town. They were getting close to Sam, standing and placing an arm around her. I excused myself and went to the bathroom, and when I returned, they were on either side of her.
I could see Sam was enjoying the company and asked if she would like to find somewhere more comfortable at a table. The guys again sat on either side of her as I sat opposite, enjoying watching her get the attention. I could see they had a hand on her thigh. The other was on the bare skin of her back. Sitting back in my chair, with my erection filling the leg of my trousers, I could see she had her legs slightly apart, and I hoped one of the guys was teasing the outside of her panties over her moist slit. They laughed, and she was close to kissing them as she lingered in long slow, intimate touches.
They struggled to break the ice, so I suggested we all jump into the hot tub. The hot tub idea would get everyone naked and close and, from experience, help with wandering hands underwater.