Discovering My Wife Continued

I watched as she walked nervously. Before opening the door, she looked back toward me one more time. Her golden hair flowed to her neck. The skin of her lower back was slightly exposed below her top showing the adorable dimples. Her full buttocks, covered only partly by her panties leaving half of her cheeks naked, jiggled imperceptibly with her step.

She opened the door and ushered the waiter in.

The young man, who looked barely 19 years old, walked in carrying the food tray.

"Where should I place this, ma'am?" he asked as he looked toward her.

"Just leave it on the bed." She said as she walked past him toward the bed and sat down with one leg on the bed.

The young man came toward her and placed the tray in front of her on the bed. As she bent forward and picked up the lid to look at her meal, I thought he must be looking at the ivory skin on the top of her breasts, possibly more, and her panties stretching across her mound as she sat with her right leg folded in front of her. I wondered too if he could smell my wife's faint perfume she would have worn for the evening.

"Do you have any ketchup?" she asked.

"Yes, ma'am." He hurried out of the room to fetch the ketchup from the trolley. She quickly turned towards me, gave me a tiny mischievous smile, then looked back toward her food.

He returned and handed her the ketchup bottle.

"Thank you!" she smiled at him. He waited for a moment as if hoping she would ask for something else, then left closing the door behind him.

As soon as he shut the door, she got out of the bed and came towards the phone.

Giggling, she asked, "Satisfied? You're not ashamed some kid saw your wife practically naked?"

"I was only imagining what I was like at that age. If some gorgeous woman, 10-12 years older than me, had walked up so close to me wearing only skimpy lingerie, I'm sure it would've driven me wild," I said.

She laughed. "I don't know what to make of you, Mister."

"I love you and I'm proud of you. I cannot believe how lucky I am to have you as my wife"

Now nibbling at her food, I could see she was thinking about what just happened.

"I bet the image of you will be imprinted on his mind forever," I said.

She looked a little troubled, trying to process this. "And this doesn't bother you? Some other guy will be thinking of your wife that way?"

"Why should it? Let him have his pleasant memories."

She wasn't sure.

"I bet he is as affected by this as I am." I pressed at my hard on.

She looked at me, widening her eyes. "Eew, gross!!"

"Why?" I said, smiling indulgently, "You don't think so?"

She kept looking at me. Then turned back at her food. "I bet he cannot wait to finish his shift and go home to his girlfriend."

"Somehow I don't think he will be thinking much about his girlfriend tonight."

"You're bad!" she said. She lifted the tray and left it on the table.

I pressed, "You don't find it a turn on that young man would be thinking about you tonight?"

Coming back to bed, she lay back on the pillow and said, "He was cute, but not my type."

"Your nipples are hard. You are turned on, aren't you?"

She looked at me, smiling, "You are incorrigible!"

"Hey, feel yourself between your legs. Go on"

She waited for a few moments. Then she took her right hand inside her panties.

"Are you wet?"

Her face was starting to get the look that she has when we are starting to have sex.

"Tell me," I urged, "Are you?"

"A little," she whimpered. She pressed her legs together, squeezing her hand in between.

"So, you are tuned on"

"I am. But by the whole thing. By the fact that you are doing this to me -- placing your wife in this awkward situation."

I smiled. I was aching to be with her. I loved the fact that she was so turned on.

"What would your residents think if they knew their attending was standing in her panties and sexy tank top in front of a 19-year-old room service boy?"

"They would be horrified!" she whispered.

"What did you think of when he was so close to you?"

"I was nervous. I was wondering why you would put your wife go through this. It gave me strange thrill knowing you might be turned on by exposing your wife like this. But he was not my type."

I was in a mood to push her on. "So, who is your type? Sarah's husband?"

She turned toward me immediately, as I said that, and blushed red. "Stop it!"

I knew I had touched on something that was deep in her mind. Should I probe more, I wondered. Part of me was afraid of what I would find if I went further. But I realized my heart was beating faster and I was hard.

"You're blushing," I said.

"I am not!" she said defensively. But she knew I knew her too well to see it on her face. Despite my uncertainty, I pushed further. "I can tell you've been turned on since you ran away from the dance floor."

She kept quiet, staring into space.

" What are you thinking about? Sarah's kiss or Mike pressing himself into you?"

She didn't say anything. Then, she turned and looked at me. " What are you doing, honey?" She took a deep breath and slipped her hand again into her panties. I could see her fingers moving slowly inside as she pressed her legs together. With her left hand, she raised her top until her breast came into view. Rubbing her nipple, she said, "You shouldn't be making me have these dirty thoughts."

"I'd be damned if you are not the most beautiful woman in the world! I love it that you are turned on by what happened. I only wish you could look at yourself and see how sexy you look right now"

She was squirming as she slid her hands further down into her panties inserting her fingers into he pussy. With her left hand she kept pressing into her breast.

"Now take your hand out and place your figures in your mouth."

She took her wet fingers out and sucked on them. Then she turned in bed stared into the phone with her big blue eyes. "You liked it that your wife was kissed by another woman, didn't you?"

"Yes! It is a turn on for me that you were the object of desire for Sarah and her husband. That they were feeling you up from the front and back."

"We had all had a little too much to drink," she said apologetically.

"So, what dirty thoughts were you talking about?" I asked.

She kept quiet.

"Are you regretting running away from there?" I said teasing.

"What do you want me to say, huh?" she asked with a hint of a smile and a twinkle of challenge in her eyes.

"I want you to imagine what would have happened if you had stayed on longer."

She was thinking. "Why?"

"Because. I just want you to let your imagination run wild. What would have happened if Sarah had continued kissing you?"

""And?"

"And Mike had slid his hands down your waist and pulled you into him harder? What if you had not resisted?"

"And?" She was playing along.

"And he had lifted your hair and kissed your neck."

She shivered, squeezed her legs together and rubbed her breasts. "I think you should stop now," she said pleading. She looked uncertain, afraid to go where she might lose control.

"And then Sarah had placed her hands underneath your top to feel up your breasts." She bit her lips and looked at me. I loved her face. Her blue eyes sparkled.

"Tell me what kind of a bra were you wearing?"

She kept quiet and looked at me with her eyes fulll of desire.

"Tell me," I commanded.

"It's the one you love, the lacy one."

"Imagine now that Sarah had felt up your breasts through that bra while kissing you on your lips while her husband was kissing your neck."

She squirmed in bed pressing her legs together with her hand inside her panties. "Are you wet?" I asked.

"I am so wet. I want you here now."

Then she suddenly got up and squinted looking into the phone. "What happened?" I asked.

"Sarah just texted me."

" What does she say?"

" She is checking to see if I'm still up. She says she is so sorry about what happened. Hmmm. She says she would like to apologize. She's back in her room. Says she feels terrible and cannot sleep."

"Ha ha! If only she knew what we were talking about," I said laughing quietly. " What are you gonna say to her?"

" I don't know. Oh! Now, she wants to come over and apologize in person." Becky was thinking, trying to decide what to say.

There was a knock on the door.

" Oh my God! She's outside."

" I guess you have to let her in," I said.

Becky quickly put on her skimpy silk shorts, and walked to the door letting Sarah in.

"Honey, I'm so sorry! I don't know what came over me", said Sarah as they both sat down on the bottom end of the bed. Sarah was holding Becky's shoulders with both her hands looking at her intently with a sad, innocent look. I smiled to myself feeling sorry for her.

"It's alright, Sarah! I'm not upset," said Becky.

"No, no, I know you must be mad at us. Both Mike and I were feeling terrible about it. I don't know what happened. I just got carried away. And Mike was enjoying himself watching me have fun. Becky, please don't be mad at us. We really care for you and John."

Becky didn't say anything.

Then suddenly she grabbed Sarah's face, pulled her in, and started kissing her on her mouth.

Sarah, completely shocked, started to say something but Becky placed both her hands in her hair, turned and rode onto her lap facing her squarely, sucking on her mouth and pushing her down onto the bed. Breathing heavily, Becky shoved her hands inside Sarah's top and roughly grabbed and squeezed her breasts. I guess all that suggestive talk with me had gotten her so aroused she was giving into her innermost desires.

Becky was lying on top of Sarah with their legs intertwined. Becky's hips were pressing into Sarah's thighs. Sarah, sensing Becky's sudden surge of passion, started kissing back in earnest pulling Becky's face into herself sucking her tongue.

After a minute of intense kissing they fell back side by side, then started giggling.

Sarah bent over on top Becky studying her face at close quarters brushing her hair gently away from the forehead. "What came over you suddenly, sweetie? This is a surprise, needless to say."

"I don't know. I guess you guys got me really turned on."

"Mike and I both got carried away, didn't we?" Sarah said laughing. Then she added, smiling, "We have always thought you are really hot, by the way."

"No way. Now you are just making up stuff."

"No, no! I'm serious. You do know how beautiful you are, don't you?" She leaned in and kissed Becky sweetly. "Listen, Mike is probably waiting for me to let him know you're okay. He's been really nervous you and John will cut us off."

Becky laughed. "You can let him know I'm fine. Don't worry."

Sarah got up suddenly. "You can tell him yourself." With that, she picked up her phone and started texting.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to tell him to come in so you could tell him yourself"

"Wait! No!"

Before Becky could react, Sarah was already texting on her phone. Then she looked up and said, "I asked him to come in for a minute. He was so miserable since you ran off. He will be right over. Please, please, please tell him you are not mad at him."

"What?" Becky jumped up. "I'm not dressed decently. Sarah, I'm in my pajama shorts for Christ's sake"

"Oh! You're alright! Besides, you will make his day, no, his week, his year... if he sees you in your pajamas," she said with a chuckle.

Sarah rushed to the door letting Mike in. Becky sat frozen on the bed. They both came in and sat on either side of her, Mike on her right, Sarah on her left. Looking sheepish, Mike said, "I'm sorry, Becky! Are you alright? I feel terrible. I don't know what came over us."

Becky sat there shocked at this rather sudden turn of events. She wasn't even sure if she should be mad at Sarah. Hadn't she been the one to get overtaken by her feelings and start kissing Sarah just a moment ago?

I was taken aback too. They hadn't noticed the phone. The screen had possibly dimmed making my face not visible. But I could still see them clearly.

Sarah looked at Becky, lifted her chin with her hand turning her face toward herself. "Becky, he's really sorry. Please tell him you forgive him."

Becky stammered, "I'm alright."

Sarah giggled softly. "Don't tell me. Tell Mike." Then she used her hand and turned Becky's face toward him. She leaned in and brought her face really close to Becky's touching her cheek to hers. "Tell him," she whispered.

Becky sat still unable to move or say anything. Mike too, who had no idea of the kissing and wrestling between the two girls a few moments ago, sat there with a quizzical expression on his face.

Meanwhile, Sarah picked up Becky's soft blonde hair and started nibbling at her neck holding her shoulders with her hands. Then she brushed her hands down on Becky's arms past her thin halter straps. Mike was staring at Sarah's hands.

"She forgives you, Mike, don't you, sweetie?" she said while continuing to kiss her neck, now planting the lightest kisses to her shoulders.

She turned Becky's face back toward herself but this time she moved her mouth on to her lips kissing her. Becky pulled back - but only a little. Sarah moved both her hands to hold her face pulling her close bringing their lips together. This time Becky didn't pull back but opened her lips slightly. Sarah leaned into Becky sticking her tongue inside her mouth. While Becky was starting to yield to her kisses, Sarah reached around her to hold Mike's hand pulling him in toward Becky. Beginning to get the hint, he moved both his hands on Becky's waist placing his face into her hair. Becky did not turn around but started responding to Sarah's kisses, now raising her hands to hold Sarah's face, sucking on her tongue hungrily. Mike, taking this as a silent acknowledgement by Becky of what was happening, leaned in to kiss her neck, then moved his hands on her shoulders turning her once again toward him. Becky turned but now Sarah pulled her down onto the bed.

"She forgives you, Mike," she whispered, placing kisses on Becky's neck. Becky was now looking into Mike's eyes. She had still not uttered a word. Mike slowly leaned closer to her placing his big right hand on her face. He was a very good looking guy. Becky had always talked about him admiringly, as if she was in awe of his personality, his tall, six-foot-four frame. Now she looked into his eyes as his face drew closer.

I was torn. Should I yell and tell them to stop? But my rapidly beating heart and my aching erection left me paralyzed peering into my phone.

Mike brought his mouth closer and kissed Becky, lightly at first, then, finding no resistance, more fully, passionately. Becky raised her hand as if to push him away but did not stop the kiss. Sarah was now licking Becky's neck. She looked at Mike, reached down and held his hand to pull it in along with her hers inside Becky shirt.

I watched in shock as there was still no push back from Becky. Had she forgotten about me? I imagined what Mike was feeling - Becky's smooth skin on her breast and her nipples - as Sarah and he each felt one of her breasts. I could hear Becky whimpering into Mike's mouth as they kissed. Sarah slid down in the bed and lifted Becky's silk top up over her breasts exposing them. She then bent down and took her left nipple into her mouth, sucking on it. She slid her left hand on Becky's belly pressing her index finger into her belly button that I adored so much. Her hand travelled down on Becky's shorts toward her the junction of her legs, then slid down between them. Becky made guttural sounds twisting her hips to one side.

This was all moving too fast. I sat stunned. Sarah stood up and pulled her own shirt over her head throwing it to the floor exposing her breasts covered by a small black bra-let. Then she fell down on Becky mashing her breasts onto hers. Mike sat up to look at them as they both rolled on each other kissing, now with Becky on top. He caressed Becky's naked back. Becky's top was bunched up above her breasts in her armpits. He put his hands under her shirt, trying to pull it up and take it off. But Becky was glued to Sarah preventing him from lifting the shirt. Sarah pushed Becky with her hands rolling her over onto her back, now riding on top of her.

Mike sat up on the edge of the bed watching his wife and Becky kissing each other with Sarah having pushed Becky's hands all the way above her head caressing her from the breasts up to her hands. She was kissing Becky on her breasts, her neck and then her mouth. Their fingers were intertwined. Sarah suddenly got up pulling Becky off the bed until they were both standing facing each other.

She then turned Becky around toward Mike. My beautiful wife stood in her silk pajama shorts and her halter top, which had fallen back down covering her breasts. Her lips were red and moist from kissing. She stood there looking at Mike nervously who was sitting four feet in front of her at the bottom of the bed. Sarah lifted Becky's shirt up slowly exposing her breasts again, then took the top off completely. Mike was looking at Becky's beautiful breasts, his mouth open in amazement. He likely could not believe what was happening either.

Sarah stayed standing behind Becky slowly caressing her arms up and down then reached around and held her breasts. She pinched the nipples on each breast and lifted the weight of each breast with her hands squeezing them together.

I was looking at my wife standing in front of another man. Her blonde hair were disheveled, her fair skin glowing in the light of the two bedside lamps, her breathing heavy. He nose and cheek were flushed red with lust, her beauty beyond what words could describe.

Sarah pushed Becky forward until she was a foot away from Mike. "Do you like what you see, honey?" she whispered. Mike kept silent. He was beginning to look at Becky with unabashed desire.

Sarah slowly kneeled down behind Becky until her face was level with her hips. She leaned forward and placed a kiss on Becky's bottom covered with the silk shorts. Becky was looking into Mike's eyes matching the intensity of his gaze. Sarah grabbed the waistband of Becky's shorts and slid them down, using her finger tips to shift them past her round hips, then along her thighs and down her legs. Mike was now staring at my wife's knickers - white soft material stretched over her mound, a small bow attached to the lacy top edge. His face was so close he must be able smell my wife's sweet perfume.

"Baby, its your turn now," said Sarah softly.

Mike looked at Becky's panties, then up toward her face staring into her eyes, his expression telling her that he was about to remove the last bit of her modesty.

I sat holding my phone, so many thoughts racing through my head. Were my wife's guards so flimsy that the evening's events and our erotically charged conversation were enough to wreck them so easily, letting out her primal instincts? Was she so caught up in this sexual dance with her closest friend and her husband that she did not even care that I was watching them? Or did she know me so well that she was sure I would be fine with her having this experience and would still love her without judgement?

Mike lifted his hands and placed them on my wife's hips. He pulled her even closer to him making her stumble forward until his face was inches from her panties. Becky held both her hands together folding them up to her mouth and covering her breasts with her elbows. She stood in front of Mike, almost shaking. He looked up at her face, hooked his fingers into the elastic waistband and slowly peeled down her knickers until her pussy lips covered in a sparse growth of soft, light brown hair came into his view. Biting on her fingers, Becky lifted her legs off the floor one by one until he had removed the small item of clothing from her, and then she stood naked in front of him.