Chapter I started with my wife and I on a combination business trip and mini-vacation in San Francisco. On our first night she had dabbled with flashing and delighted several men with sights of her charms. The night finished with her stripping in the fully lit hotel room, knowing that men in an apartment complex across from us could see her. We had sex while they watched, ending with her taking a facial. Something we had never done.
All-in-all, it had been a night of many firsts.
Now.. the second day of our adventure...
Emails from my wife:
Our first full day in San Francisco. Amanda was scheduled to be at her conference all day, which left me to my own devices. She knew the city well and I didn't so I chose to simply amble about and see the sights.
That morning we were both a bit trashed from so much drinking the night before. How Amanda was able to get up as easily as she did was amazing to me. I also got up early, but it was a struggle.
As we dressed there in the hotel room I started to say something about the activities from the night before but, as she had done before, she shushed me. "Say nothing. Don't spoil it.
Besides, today I need to focus on work and on this conference." She then headed to the door of the hotel room, dressed professionally, giving no hint of the sexual delight she had been last night. Until her parting comment.
Her last comment to me was, "If you want, we can play again tonight. I know I'm up for it."
Okay... like I could concentrate on tourist sights, given that last remark from her.
Mid-day found me at Golden Gate Park... a marvelous and large park and it was a beautiful day so I was able to stroll along the paths enjoying the salt air which wafted over the area.
Sitting down for lunch near one of the museums I decided to check my email. I saw two from Amanda.
Message one: "I shouldn't be sending this message as I do need to focus on my work here... but there is much to say and somehow it is easier to do so in a message like this and not face-to-face. So, here goes. I love what we did last night and I know I shouldn't. Normal people don't do these kind of things. The way you took control of me and the things you had me do violated everything which I should stand for as a professional woman, a wife and as a mother."
I thought about this comment from her and had to agree. Our activities were way outside of normally accepted behavior. The e-mail continued.
"Last night you made me expose my body to strange men. You even made me let one of them caress my bare leg, knowing that he could have easily put that hand up between my legs. You had sex with me while someone else may have been watching. They probably were. Someone may have taken photos of me in the nude and having sex with you. You debased me by ejaculating on my face. You had me abuse myself by roughly playing with my nipples."
I grimaced a bit at that. Was I being chastised for having her pull and pinch her nipples? I read on.
"I should hate all of this but, instead I love it and I want more. I don't know there is this sudden change in me and I don't want to analyze it. Please don't stop. This week, while we are traveling and away from home and family, please don't stop. Be creative and as kinky as you want. Don't worry, I won't get mad or think badly if you. I want this. My only request is that you limit this to non-work time."
"Now... I actually need to get back into my work sessions and focus on marketing and sales tactics."
Holy fuck! I finished my meal which I had obtained from an outdoor kiosk and just wandered about in a daze for a bit.
I found that I had strolled down toward in the direction of the ocean and the fresh salt air grew stronger as I proceeded. I then remembered that there were two messages from my wife in my email in box. I assume that this next message would be a retraction of her previous offer. It wasn't.
The message was quite short but it opened up a new world for us. "BTW... Paul, the gentleman from the bar last night, is here at the conference. He obviously recognized me and wants to get together with us during the reception tonight. I told him I was married so he knows it is to be the two of us."
I didn't hesitate in responding. "Tell him yes."
In Paul's Suite
Seven o'clock. The conference sessions were over and a dinner and reception was starting in the hotel's ballroom. Amanda dressed in a dress suit and I wore the suit I had with me for this trip. This was a business event and nothing more. Except, of course, for the two facts that we were going to meet up with her amorous friend, Paul and she was not wearing panties under that conservative skirt.
That last bit was my suggestion. She hesitated only because the conference was "work time" and was, per her request, a limit. But, this was basically harmless as the length of the skirt would never allow anyone to see that she was bare underneath. Like before, what mattered is that she had done it.
We went down to the large ballroom and mingled with others. Soon we found a large round table and claimed our spaces. Linda also claimed a chair next to her. It was, I knew, for her new friend Paul.
Paul arrived a little later and, to my surprise, had a co-worker with him. Another man about his age, early fifties or so.
Introductions were made and we settled in for a pleasant conference dinner.
I wondered how much Paul had told his compatriot, Fred, about my wife. Nothing was said. Everyone was circumspect and polite.
Nothing sensual or erotic happened during that dinner. It just was not appropriate. Then, dinner ended and the four of us talked about what to do next. It was clear that both Paul and Fred wanted to continue on with us.
Finally, we settled on the idea of going to Paul's hotel suite. He said he been upgraded and had been given a large one bedroom suite. It would be a perfect place to sit, relax and chat.
I liked the idea but also immediately saw the implications of this. Paul had seen the sexual side of my wife at the bar the night before and would likely be expecting a repeat performance or more once were in the privacy of his suite.
Actually, I kind of liked the idea but this could be way over the line of anything my wife would find acceptable.
"If we go up there with them, it might lead to something," I said as I had pulled her aside where could talk in private. "Paul might be expecting a bit of extra-curricular activity with you."
She gave me a broad smile. "Do you want for this to lead to that extra-curricular activity, as you put it?
"Yes," I said simply.
"Then, if you want it. I want it. Remember, have fun and don't hold back. If you have some kinky thought in that head of yours, let it out and, who knows, you just might be pleasantly surprised. Next week we can go back to being a normal boring couple."
We arrived in the suite and Paul ordered a bottle of wine and snacks for the four of us.
Sitting in the room was arranged in a set of three small couches. Paul on one facing Amanda and me, Fred on the couch on the side.
Soon drinks arrived and Paul suggested that we relax and get comfortable. I saw this as my opening.
"Why don't you take off that stuffy looking dress suit jacket and relax," I had asked Amanda. I think she saw where I was wanting to go with this.
"This is a different look for you," Paul said in obvious reference to how she had been attired the night before.
"You liked that?" I asked him and Paul nodded in the affirmative.
I turned to look at my wife and she was just looking straight ahead, perhaps curious to see where this was heading.
