Dana and Mar: a New Intensity

It had been a little more than a month since the beach weekend and Dana's second romp with another man as her husband watched. Mark nearly always brought up the topic during sex, which they were having more frequently than Dana could remember. While she never brought up the two experiences unprompted, Dana was very willing to indulge in Mark's reminiscing or role playing. Dana knew from the intensity of Mark's fantasies that he needed more, and she now admitted to herself that her ambivalence was gone. She even found herself fantasizing about random men she saw being her next lover as her husband watched.

So, when Mark suggested they find a nice place to go the following weekend, Dana's sexual curiosity was piqued. Her expression must have given away her thoughts, because Mark embraced her and kissed her deeply, and one of his hands moved to caress her breast. "I'll see if I can find somewhere nice," he whispered in her ear. "Who knows, maybe we'll meet a new friend," he added, as his hand squeezed her tit harder. Dana had hoped Mark would say that, and she sighed and moaned very softly.

"Would you like that babe?" Mark asked in between kisses on her neck.

"I would," she responded as her hand reached down to feel his erect cock through his pants. "Would you want it?" Dana asked, already knowing the answer.

"Oh fuck, yes," Mark muttered as his wife rubbed him. He pushed Dana back against a wall and ground into her, with both hands clawing her tits.

"Take me to bed," Dana said breathlessly. "Fuck your naughty wife."

Dana's words were like electricity, as she knew they would be, and Mark had to pause and take a deep breath to avoid coming right then and there. He urgently reached for her hand and led Dana to their bedroom, where she quickly peeled off her top and bra, wriggled out of her shorts, and undid Mark's pants. Before Mark could get his bearings, Dana was on her knees, wearing only her thong, talking dirty, and giving him a very sloppy blowjob. His wife's lust reminded him of when they started dating many years ago.

Dana sensed that Mark might not last long, so, without a word, she took off her panty and climbed on the bed on all fours with her sexy ass waving toward him. "I need it baby," Dana teased.

Mark got on the bed and guided his cock into his wife's pussy from behind. Dana gasped and groaned and began rubbing her clit when Mark penetrated her. Mark's mind raced with raunchy fantasies, and he fought to quiet his thoughts to allow the moment to last longer. Dana continued to rub and flick her clit as she felt Mark pumping into her. Neither of them said so, but they both were thinking about the two younger studs that Dana had fucked recently and the possibility of what might happen on their next weekend trip.

Mark visualized Dana giving head on a boat as he watched and getting fucked on a couch when he was so close he could actually hear the young guy's thick cock sliding in and out of his wife. As much as she tried not to, Dana thought about how much more her two lovers had filled her mouth and her pussy than Mark did. Dana attended to her sensitive and stiffening clit until she heard Mark grunt, felt his body stiffen, and heard him moan as he emptied his semen inside Dana. She was close to coming, so Dana tried to squeeze her vagina around Mark's spent cock. But his orgasm drained him, and his cock quickly got soft. Dana didn't want to disappoint Mark, so she gasped and moaned, faking an orgasm as Mark felt her tits and encouraged her to "come for me baby."

Mark fell to the side and collapsed on the bed, and Dana rolled so that her back was against him. "That was fucking unbelievable," Mark said.

"That it was," Dana said. Her mind was focused on getting in the shower where she could use the hand-held shower head to unleash the orgasm that was so close to rocking her world. Dana's next thought was that she hoped not to need a shower head the next weekend. She immediately felt bad for thinking that way, but she realized it was true.

***

The following Thursday afternoon, Dana and Mark left work early and headed to a nice B&B near the beach about 90 minutes away. They planned to check in, have an early dinner, and head to a popular bar close to where they were staying. The idea was to see what kind of interest Dana would attract and, if any particular suitor caught her eye, let things play out from there. They agreed that, because they would be in the area for two more nights, there was no need to rush into anything unless Dana felt comfortable. Mark's excitement level immediately shot up, though, when Dana came out of the bathroom wearing a sexy, deep-v, keyhole halter dress that showed off her body magnificently, particularly her cleavage. She also was wearing sexy, strappy wedge sandals that showed off the perfect pedicure she had gotten the day before. "Do I look okay?" Dana teased, knowing that Mark drooled at the sight of her in that dress and those shoes.

"Damn, I thought maybe it might take a day or two for you to make something happen, but in that dress you will be like a lamb at a wolf convention," Mark said shaking his head.

Dana looked at him quizzically, thinking through his analogy. "Ooohh, does that mean I will get eaten?" Dana said with a mischievous smile. She could see Mark's eyes glaze over as they did whenever he was deep into his fantasy.

The dinner was excellent and the restaurant overlooking the beach and gulf was beautiful and romantic. They both enjoyed how attentive the wait staff was and how often the young men came by the table to refill their water glasses and bread plates, all taking looks at Dana's impressive cleavage. Dana had to admit she enjoyed both the attention and teasing the waiters, and Mark was beginning to get hard knowing that his wife was being ogled and surely talked about by the staff. He began to consider that things might progress sooner rather than later.

****

After dinner, Mark and Dana parked by the room and walked up the beach to the bar. The plan was for Dana to go in ten minutes before Mark to survey the scene and, in Mark's mind, to let the men get a look at her without her husband in the way. Mark waited closer to fifteen minutes before heading in. The bar was busy but not packed and Mark saw that Dana had found two seats near one end of the three-sided bar. He wound his way around the bar and took the empty seat next to Dana. She told Mark that, when she arrived, one of the seats was taken by a man who invited her to sit next to him. Dana said that she thanked him, but told him that her husband was joining her, so she was looking for two seats. Dana smiled and told Mark the man was "very disappointed" and told her "in that case" he was leaving and she could have the two seats.

"That was so nice of him; so when I sat down I made sure that he got a good view in my dress," Dana said. "I hope you're not mad," she added with a wink.

"Hmmm. How good a view?" Mark teased back. Dana looked around quickly then half-stood and twisted her body to sit down again. The move let mark see her cleavage and much of her entire left breast.

"You tell me," Dana said.

"That's way better than good," Mark assured her. "I can't believe he didn't change his mind and stay."

"I thought for a second he might," Dana said with a smile. "I'm glad he didn't; he wasn't really my type," she mused.

"Really, and what type is that?" Mark asked.

Dana thought for a moment with an impish grin. "You know, well-built, younger... big hands," she said looking at Mark.

"Big hands, huh?" Mark followed up.

Dana paused again and, still looking at Mark, said dreamily, "Yes... with long, thick fingers." Dana casually ran her hand up the inside of Mark's thigh but stopped short of his crotch.

Mark was spellbound by his wife when she played like this, and his mind ran amok with salacious thoughts about her with other men. A small part of him wanted to take her back to their room alone right then, but that part lost out to the lust he felt just thinking about their new sexual explorations. He sensed that Dana was in the moment too and that she was invested in getting some attention. "So, have you seen any interesting gentlemen with big hands so far tonight?" Mark asked to get things back on track.

"One or two, but the night is young," Dana said confidently.

Mark scanned the room trying to find any men that might have caught Dana's eye, but he couldn't zero in on anyone in particular. He and Dana chatted provocatively, and their conversation was peppered with suggestive comments and double entendres about the possibility of Dana again having sex with a stranger. Mark was sure it would happen that weekend, even if not the first night. Dana still was not so sure; and she felt a little guilty because of how much she hoped that it would. In fact, having sex with someone new had dominated her thoughts all week. Dana had to admit that, unlike the first two times, she was as at least interested in it happening as Mark was.

They ordered a second round of drinks and continued their verbal foreplay. When Mark finished the cocktail, he said he needed to visit the men's room. "I hope you're still here when I get back," he wisecracked.

"If I'm not, I'll text you where I am... I know you don't want to miss anything," Dana replied smartly. She could see that her comment flustered Mark, and she was surprised again that making him a little uncomfortable somehow excited her. "But you better get there in a hurry," she poked a little harder.

Mark wanted to come back with a witty reply, but he had nothing. "You are so fucking hot babe," he admitted.

"So I've been told a few times recently," Dana piled on.

Mark swallowed hard, said "I'll be right back," and headed off to the men's room.

***

When Mark returned to the bar area, his seat next to Dana was occupied by a tall, fit, thirty-something black man who was chatting up his wife, and Dana was laughing. Mark approached them from behind and was just a few feet away when Dana noticed him. She smiled at Mark and said, "Hi hon, this is Marcus," nodding toward her new friend.

Marcus turned, flashed a toothy smile at Mark, and extended a big hand toward him. "Hey guy, nice to meet you," he said as his hand swallowed Mark's in a handshake. Marcus did not, however, get up and offer back the seat next to Dana. Even before their recent play times, Mark had always been surprised that Dana's wedding ring never kept pursuers at bay. He and Dana had discussed whether she should wear it at all, but she had a little ring tan, and she said it was a good way to get rid of persistent men she wasn't interested in. That was fine with Mark, because he found it wildly erotic to see her wedding ring when she was holding another cock or her hands were digging in a strange man's back.

"I have to say you have a very sexy and charming wife," Marcus said confidently.

"Thanks. I can't argue with that," Mark said a little awkwardly, standing next to his wife and Marcus.

"Here you go, guy," Marcus said as he handed Mark a drink.

"Marcus bought us drinks," Dana said. The excitement in her voice was more than such a minor gesture warranted. After all, Marcus had scored a seat next to Dana, which was worth a lot more than the price of two drinks. Marcus obviously was interested in Dana, and he showed no concern at all that she was married or that her husband was standing next to him. Dana's eyes also had a sparkle that Mark interpreted as her being interested in Marcus being part of their fantasy. That thought, coupled with Marcus's alpha male move of not giving up the seat next to Dana, again had Mark's mind in high gear.

Over the next forty-five minutes or so, Marcus flirted with Dana, but included Mark in the conversation, even though sometimes only as a foil for flirtatious comments about how hot Dana was. He also made no effort to hide his appreciation of Dana's cleavage, which she had on ample display, and her legs that alternately showed through the slit in her dress whenever she re-crossed them. Marcus turned on the charm, letting slip his age (ten years younger than Dana), and asking how long they had been married, what they did for work, and then where they were staying. He also began to touch Dana's arm or knee when she laughed at something clever Marcus had said. Once, when he put a hand on Dana's leg, Marcus looked directly at Mark who did not object in any way. The look confirmed to Mark that whatever was going to happen was now up to Dana and Marcus. Mark felt like a spectator, and he was a little embarrassed that the feeling aroused him.

Marcus then said he needed to use the men's room, so he stood up and said to Mark: "You're not going to try to take back this seat are you guy?" Marcus was smiling, but there was a glare in his eye directed at Mark. "Unless Dana wants you to, of course," Marcus said before turning to Dana. He casually brushed her hair away from her face before heading off to the men's room. Marcus clearly had laid down the gauntlet. Dana could end the seduction by telling Mark to reclaim his seat. Or Mark could end it by taking the seat even without Dana saying so. But neither said or did anything for a moment.

"So, how did Marcus end up here?" Mark asked.

"He just appeared and sat down, and he insisted on buying us drinks. He surprised me, but I found his confidence attractive," Dana said with a gleam in her eye that triggered Mark.

"His confidence or his hands," Mark teased.

"Both," Dana deadpanned.

"Do you want to have sex with him?" Mark blurted out, conscious of his developing erection.

Dana was surprised by Mark's get-to-the point question. "What do you think?" she asked coyly. She knew Mark was excited by that kind of banter.

"I think yes" he said to her.

"Yes what?" Dana asked with the same twinkle in her eye that Mark noticed earlier.

Mark paused, flustered, but enjoying his wife's game. "Yes. I think you want to fuck Marcus," Mark said to Dana, and his cock jumped in his pants.

Dana smiled lasciviously, and she was breathing more deeply. "And do you want that Mark?" Dana persisted. Mark's heart was pounding and his cock pulsing as he looked at his wife. She looked at him, saw his arousal, and pressed further. "Do you babe?" Dana asked almost sternly, tracing a finger down her cleavage.

Mark gulped. Dana's stare told him that she knew the answer to her question, but she was going to make mark say it. "Yes" he said with a hint of desperation. Dana sighed and nodded knowingly, but she said nothing. The silence was torture for Mark. He was acutely aware that his wife knew exactly how to push his buttons. His throat was dry, and, without Dana asking the next question, Mark volunteered almost sheepishly, "Yes. I want to watch you fuck Marcus." Dana exhaled more sharply, smiled, and leaned in to kiss Mark on the forehead her hand caressing his cheek, a platonic gesture like an elderly aunt might kiss a young child she hadn't seen in a while.

"Break it up you lovebirds," Marcus chided as he returned from the men's room. He playfully patted Mark on the back as he reclaimed his seat and said, "Thanks for saving my seat, guy." He looked at both of them and said almost smugly but in a firm voice, "So, what did you two talk about while I was gone?"

Dana shuddered, sure that Marcus knew what going on, and Mark felt his shoulders slump a little, his face blush, and his cock throb. Marcus looked at Mark, then at Dana, and then Mark again. The awkward silence lasted less than fifteen seconds, but it seemed longer to Mark. It was Marcus who cut to the chase, saying: "I don't know about you two, but I feel like we've squeezed all the fun we can out of this place for the night. Where to next?" His confidence, even cockiness, teased Dana and taunted Mark.

Mark just swallowed, so Dana responded, "We thought we would go back to our room." Mark knew that they hadn't discussed that exactly, but he sat silent.

Marcus nodded and smiled. "Sounds like a plan," Marcus said. Then looking at Dana, he added: "Am I invited?"

Now it was Marcus's boldness that surprised Dana. His unapologetic smile told Dana that he knew what she and Mark wanted, and his confidence excited her. Dana's voice trembled a little but, without looking at Mark, she said, "Sure, that would be great." Seizing the moment, Marcus quickly tossed a $100 bill on the bar, even though the tab was no more than $60.

"Let's get on our way, then," he said, grabbing Dana's elbow and leading her toward the exit with Mark trailing behind them. Mark stared straight ahead, but he imagined people in the now crowded bar watching as the tall, handsome, black stranger escorted his wife toward the door as Mark hurried to keep up.

Their B&B was a short distance up the beach from the bar, so the threesome started to walk back down the moonlit beach to the B&B. Dana took off her shoes to navigate in the sand, subtracting about two inches from her height. Marcus put his arm around Dana as they walked, unfazed that Mark was walking next to her too. Dana's boobs jiggled under her dress as she trudged through the sand, and Marcus's hand ran down her bare back and beyond, until he was helping himself to a generous handful of Dana's ass. Mark walked next to them and saw Marcus fondling Dana, and it was futile for him to even try to settle his imagination.

"So, tell me what I'm getting into," Marcus said confidently.

"What do you mean?" Dana asked.

"Well, what is it you two are into?" Marcus probed.

Dana gazed up at Marcus and smiled. "Mark likes to watch me with other men," she said almost matter-of-factly. Her simple and direct statement made Mark shudder, and he felt himself blushing again. Mark glanced quickly at Marcus who was now looking at Mark with a confident smile that bordered on a smirk.

"He just watches?" Marcus asked Dana while still looking at Mark but asking as it he wasn't there. Mark was flustered but couldn't look away.

"Yes," Dana replied, revealing Mark's kink.

"And how about you?" Marcus asked, still looking at Mark.

"Me?" Dana responded.

"Yeah, do you like being with other men while he just watches?" Marcus asked, now looking at Dana.

Mark's stomach knotted, and Dana's heartbeat quickened. She took a deep breath and admitted, "Yes." Her answer left Mark lightheaded.

"That's convenient," Marcus said amusedly, and he reached to playfully pinch Dana's nose. "Any other rules?" Marcus asked.

"None on my account," Dana said, looking up at Marcus. "Anything goes," she added more softly, but so both men could hear.

"What about you, guy," Marcus said, returning his gaze to Mark. "Anything off limits with your sexy wife?"

Mark's stomach was now doing somersaults, and his knees were weak. Dana's answer resonated in his ears, and Marcus's question both embarrassed and excited Mark, again making his cock twitch. Mark started to speak but his mouth was so dry that the words stuck in his throat. He took a few seconds to compose himself and then said, "No,... no limits. Like she said, anything goes." Mark saw Marcus's eyes light up, and Mark then turned to look at his wife. Dana's eyes had that familiar sparkle again, but Mark also saw a look of lust that he didn't recognize and that sent a shiver down his spine.

When they reached the B&B on the beach, Marcus said to Mark, "Maybe you should make sure everything's OK in the room and no one will bother us on the way." The request didn't make sense to Mark, but he quickly realized that Marcus wanted to be alone with Dana, so Mark obediently headed off toward the room. When he reached the B&B property off the beach, Mark turned back to see Marcus already kissing Dana and his hands groping her chest. He paused for a bit until he could see that Dana was rubbing Marcus's crotch. Mark walked hurriedly to the room, opened the door, turned on a small lamp, and identified a chair where he could sit and watch his wife with Marcus. He also opened a bottle of wine they had brought. Mark then took a deep breath and headed back toward the beach very cognizant of his erection.