Choices The Aftermath

This is a sequel to a story called Choices I wrote back in 2002. It's meant to answer some questions that some readers may have had regarding what happened in Choices and prepare for the 2nd story in this limited series, The Encounter.

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I dropped enough money on the table to cover the drinks I had had while watching you, and waiting for you to return and slid out of the booth. Following you out of the lounge, we headed toward the elevators. I couldn't help but dwell on the fact you had just been up in our room after pleasing Paul orally. The residue of his discharge I was sure was what I tasted when you kissed me so eagerly upon sliding in to the booth next to me just moments ago.

As we walked, I came up beside you and took your hand in mine. My conflict was still almost overpowering. My cock still hard, encased in the red satin panties you had me wear, yet my stomach churning having watched the intimacy you and Paul shared in the booth and on the dance floor. Not to mention what you insinuated had happened in our room.

My emotions were all over the map. You seemed so pleased with yourself. I was reminded of some of the stories I had read that involved married women having affairs with and without their husband's knowledge. If pressed for the truth, I would have to admit I had often imagined what it would be like to watch you with another man. This scenario was often in my mind to fuel a masturbation session. But, it was something I could never admit to you. After all, how could a husband admit to his wife he wanted her to fuck other men? It was just wrong. It would mean he didn't really love her. Wouldn't it?

And, I love you. I love you so very much. I have no idea why the idea of you being sexual with another man arouses me so. But now, you've seen how aroused I got. I can't deny it. What is going to happen? All at once, I'm scared, aroused, filled with so many emotions and wondering what our future now holds.

Your hand in mine, our fingers intertwined, feeling the warmth of your skin on mine is comforting and loving. Once in the elevator, you pull my face down to yours again and press your lips to mine. As I feel your tongue push its way into my mouth I am again reminded of what your mouth was doing just a little while ago and this time, my cock once again becomes engorged. I press my body against yours. I want you to feel my arousal, my need for you and my need to be with you, my love, my life.

I feel you press back against me as we kiss. Your arms around my neck pulling my face to yours as you press yourself against my body. We moan into each others mouth and I begin to wonder if we are going to make it to our room. And then, the elevator stops and the door slides open. I am relieved to find there is no one waiting as we exit and turn left down the hall toward our room.

Stopping at the door, I fumble with the keycard and finally see the red light turn to green as the door unlocks as I push the lever down and swing the door open. You enter before me and I can't help but stare at your sexy rear. The high heels tightening your calves, and pushing your ass up and out in such a sexy way. There is little wonder why so many women suffer the pain and ankle damage a high heels does to them, in order to have this effect on the men they dress to please and tease.

We enter our room. You stop in front of me and turn to face me, telling me to undress as you go to refresh yourself a bit.

"Keep the panties on" you tell me. It was a command, not a request.

You head into the bathroom and close the door. I stand near the bed and start to remove my clothes. My shoes get kicked off, then my suit, hanging the jacket and slacks up before removing my tie, shirt and socks. I'm standing there in only the skimpy red thong panty you had me wear when you come out of the bathroom, You've removed your dress and blouse and changed your bra and panties as well, but keeping on your stockings and high heels .. What a gorgeous vision you make. You're so sexy and sensual to gaze upon.

"I can see you're happy to see me like this" you say as you come closer.

This, an obvious reference to the erection barely being contained in these panties I have on.

"Pour us a drink honey" you tell me as you take a seat on the bed. "We have a lot to talk about, don't you agree?" you continue.

I turned as you asked me that question, a drink in each hand and nodded in the affirmative. Earlier, wearing panties under my clothes and watching you with that other man I was so very aroused. Now, wearing only those panties, and standing here alone with you my cock had lost its ardor and had shrunk considerably, barely making a bulge in the shiny red thong at all. Evidence of my arousal was obvious from the seminal fluid stains all over the front of the material. Something your gaze seems to focus on as I stood in front of you handing you a drink.

Once in your hand, your eyes raised to mine and you held the glass out for us to clink as we always did with each other. A tradition forged over time and one we never failed to do before taking a drink.

With your free hand, you patted the bed next to you indicating I should sit, which I did.

"Tell me how you felt" you said in a purely conversational tone.

"Tell me how you felt at each step this evening my love." You continued.

I stopped to think about that. There had been so many emotions during the evening. I hadn't really stopped to examine how or what I thought about them, it was all such a whirl.

"Well ..." I began. "I suppose I was feeling rushed and angry I was so late getting here." I offered. "It was like everything was conspiring against me to get here on time for our special rendezvous."

You sat there, silently letting me answer your question completely. Or rather, you were making me answer your question completely I realized.

"I knew you would be angry with me for being late after all the work you put in to make this weekend happen." I continued.

"And then, to find you had already gone downstairs. Well, I was both angry and sorry I guess. And then, to find my clothes laid out and your note to put on everything. The panties were, well, the panties were really a surprise. A kinky surprise to be sure. I felt like we had a wonderfully kinky evening ahead of us and eagerly put them on and dressed so I could come down to find you. It was all so very exciting."

Your free hand reached out at that point to take mine and held it as I continued.

"When I got to the lounge and found you at the bar I was struck by how sexy you looked. You were so desirable sitting there. But then, when you wouldn't stop talking to that man, and ignored me it was like you crushed me. I didn't know what to do."

You smiled then, and after taking a deep breath, and a sip of your drink, you shared something I had no idea you knew about.

"I found some of the stories you've been reading honey." You shared.

"I had no idea you found the thought of me being with another man to be so arousing. Why didn't you share that with me?" you asked in such a sincere tone.

"I was afraid honey" I replied slowly. "I was so aroused by the idea when reading stories about it. But, I just couldn't share it with you."

"You can share anything with me. I thought you knew that by now" you smiled as you said these words.

"I have a confession to make to you before you continue to share your feelings." You offered.

"Having found your stash of stories and reading them, I began to understand the eroticism of a wife with other men, with her husband not only knowing, but wanting that to happen." You told me.

"I knew you would be here late. I'd heard on the news as I was getting ready there were delays at the airport and heavy traffic. So, I made a decision. I made a decision to see if you really did want me to be with another man. " you told me.

As I listened to you my mind started to race again. You had planned this. You weren't mad at me, it as all a role play, or nearly so.

"In several of the stories the husband wore panties. In fact, it seemed in most of them he did, so I thought why not put you in a pair tonight as well." You said smiling.

My cock started to rise again in the confines of the red thong. My heart lifted at your words. That you would go to so much trouble to fulfill a fantasy of mine you weren't even supposed to know about.

My growing erection did not escape your notice. You smiled even bigger and put your free hand on the growing bulge, massaging it slowly and sensuously.

I couldn't help but notice as you sat next to me cross legged on the bed that your panties were showing signs of wetness. The skimpy bra that held your wonderful breasts was also allowing the hardness of your aroused nipples show as well. These things made me even more aroused and I was eager to move on to accomplish the last thing you had told me in the bar.

"Now, take me up to our room and fuck me. I need you in me now!" you had told me.

How different I felt now that I did just an hour ago at hearing those words. Now I knew what had happened was planned. I knew that my loving wife did this for me. No, she did it for us. From now on, we would share our fantasies, our thoughts, and our desires. Our lives were going to be a little more exciting now and I could hardly wait.

I took your drink from your hand and set it down on the nightstand along with my own. Pushing you onto your back, I covered your body with mine and we shared another long wet kiss as our hands wandered over each others bodies. We found we were, both of us, more than eager to consummate this new side of our relationship.

"I love you" I shared.

"And I love you too my dear husband" you said.

As I pulled my panty aside to expose my ready cock, and then, pulled yours aside as I knelt between your open thighs, and urgently pushed my hardness inside your eager body.