I want to thank everyone who read and liked the first part of this story. I hope you like what happens next too. No real sex in this one, but it was a long night/early morning, so i thought i would use this interlude as build-up. Hope I didn't make a fool of myself.
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50 Steps - II
My mind was buzzing as I waited for the elevator on Marco's floor. Marco had been thoughtful enough to go back to the bar before me so that we wouldn't be seen entering together in case Alan had returned. I was hoping desperately that Alan hadn't come back as yet, or at least that he had just returned, so I wouldn't have to explain my half an hour absence from the bar. I had the beginnings of an idea in my mind, and one thing I definitely did not want to do is start on the defensive by having to give an explanation. No matter how the rest of the night went, the truth of the past half hour would not go down well with Alan.
I had a momentary flash of blinding panic as I had a vision of him Alan sitting at the bar, wondering where I was, maybe asking the bartender about me.
Had people seen me leaving with Marco? I had not tried to be discreet when leaving. There had been no reason to be discreet. I had just been stepping out for a smoke.
And maybe a kiss.
I took a couple of deep breaths to calm my mind as the elevator pinged its arrival. Well, it's done now, I thought; focus on what happens here on. If Alan was there and waiting, the best story to go with was the bathroom option. Both he and I had been to the restrooms which were on the same floor of the hotel, but outside the bar itself, so he knew you had to exit to use the loo. And if he wondered why the visit had taken so long, I could always say I was chatting to some girls there instead of waiting at the bar by myself as I had been doing the hour before that. He had been fairly apologetic before he had left and I knew from experience if I threw it in his face, he would back down immediately.
I had three options ahead of me now (Yes, I make lists. What working girl doesn't? I could go on about lists, but that would be too much digression, and all my friends tell me of my habit of digression, and now I'm digressing about digression, and this could go on, so I will get back to my options.)
1.I could tell Alan everything that just happened. I knew Alan would totally flip out, and this could possibly end our marriage. I was dead sure I did not want that to happen. Regardless of how much we had fantasized about bringing another person into our bed, he would see my hooking up with Marco as a betrayal of his trust, much as I would see his having a solo affair without my knowledge the same way. 2.I could say nothing. I could just go home with him and pretend nothing had happened and we would go on with our lives. 3.I could use this situation to set up something we had both talked about but never seriously considered doing. I knew the fact that the situational factors we had talked about all worked in our favor. Whenever we had discussed a threesome during our post-coital bliss (rather than the frenzied talking in the lead up to sex), we had agreed that (a) we were both curious about it with both genders, (b) that if it ever happened, it would be a one-off and not a lifestyle because that's not something either of us could handle, (c) it would have to be somewhere we couldn't accidentally be seen by people we knew, so out of town and preferably out of country, (d) while the thought was sexually arousing in fantasy we were also unsure of how both of us would actually react to the sight of the other person having sex with someone else. It might take us to the next level sexually, but it also had the potential to leave some scars.
So on the balance of things, the first 3 of that particular list were checked off, and the fourth was something we would only know if it ever came to pass. I wasn't completely sure right now how to bring Marco into our bedroom, how Alan would react to the idea, and how would we handle it between ourselves afterwards? These were all the things I would have to wait and see. Right now I just knew I wanted it. The oxytocin and adrenalin produced in our encounter was still flowing through my system and my pussy was still aching slightly (but in the nicest way possible) from the stretching it had received from Marco's cock.
The easiest course of all, of course, was just to give Alan a bit of grief about making me wait for so long, go back to the hotel, and then use his contrition to have the relationship upper-hand for the next x of days. People who have been together for a while in somewhat equal relationships will know what I mean. Please notice that I did use the qualifier 'somewhat' because no relationship can ever be entirely equal. For a moment, I thought of chickening out and going with the 'nothing happened' option. But having taken the first step with Marco, the thought of going a step further was enticing, and the oxytocin combined with the alcohol to make a heady brew.
I should tell you a bit more about Alan and me. I think by now I've made it pretty clear Alan and I share our fantasies and that threesomes have popped up regularly. What I perhaps have not mentioned is that these fantasies have been pretty hot and heavy. Graphic to say the least. Alan's favorite, and this is one of his own creation not mine, is one in which he is sitting in an armchair with a girl going down on his hard cock while I'm on all fours being fucked by one man while sucking another's cock. I got really turned on during the telling, and took over the story mid-way, making it even nastier... telling him how the cock plowing into me from the back felt, and how I then move to ride the big cock I was sucking while the guy fucking me switches to fucking my mouth while holding my hair. This session ended with me on all fours and Alan pounding me before we both came in a massive climax. He was so aroused he only lasted a few minutes that time, much shorter than his usual time to orgasm.
I know this must sound obscene to some, but it works for us, and keeps our sex-life fresh after a decade together. These fantasy sessions generally take place with us lying in bed playing with each other's bodies, me stroking and teasing his penis into hardness, him with his fingers deep inside me, caressing my g-spot, and usually end with me declaring that I want his cock inside me now. Oh, and I love doing with Alan what Marco had done to me a little while earlier, rubbing his head and sliding the shaft over my slick, wet pussy before he enters me. The sensation of feeling that hardness, the coiled up strength that will soon open me up drives me crazy. Honestly, sometimes I think I like the prelude to penetration -- the kissing, the stroking, the sucking -- more than I like the actual sex itself.
I love my sex life with Alan. And you may not believe this right now, but at thirty nine he generally has more of a drive than I do at thirty two, my supposed sexual peak. I'm generally the one who's trying to grab some sleep while he's still frisky. But our sex life is great, it's inventive, it's satisfying. Alan is a creative lover, and even after ten years, we are still trying new positions in bed fucking each other's brains out. I love the intimacy of his knowledge of my body, and love how I know the little spots which will make his cock throb in my hand when I kiss his neck.
The point is that I am not going to hide behind the excuse that I was a bored wife, unsatisfied by her husband, who drifted into cheating. Alan is a great guy overall, generous, wonderful sense of humor and perspective, we enjoy being with one another, and aside from his procrastination there really aren't any huge faults about him. I mentioned his recent pot belly, but I love looking at him naked, in a suit (which he wears to work), or jeans (which he lives in otherwise). So far from being bored and unsatisfied, on the contrary it was perhaps the fact that I was so secure, as well as being sexually stimulated (and I admittedly have been as turned on by our fantasies as he has, more so by the ones involving him and another man, than I was with those involving me and another girl, some which I have to admit I invented on the spur to turn him on) in our relationship that I was considering having a threesome as a real possibility.
By the time I stepped back in through the doors of the club, I had pretty much made up my mind. My own fantasy of being taken by a tall-dark stranger had come true, and maybe I could use that to make a fantasy shared by both Alan and I come true.
The big x-factor in this equation (I am a math major, sorry) was Marco himself. For my plan to work (and my marriage to survive) I had to be able to rely on his discretion, and his ability to not accidentally let our prelude spill out. What did I know about him, I wondered again, other than the fact that he seemed to have good manners. While I had come down from my post-orgasmic haze by now, my pussy still felt the memory of the cock that had been inside. I realized that Marco's sexiness had been enhanced by the illicit nature of our encounter, but he had still been playful and smooth enough to charm me and he had been thoughtful enough to leave without my suggesting it. That was something I gave him high marks for, but that was all I had to go on. Who knows how many women he had fucked using those very same lines? I had already risked my life once tonight. Dare I compound the situation?
My mind was still wrestling with all these thoughts and questions as I scanned the bar. My insides dropped with relief as I noticed a distinct lack of Alans. And I have to confess that I actually felt a stab of irritation at the man that he had been gone so long without a thought of me sitting here at the bar by myself. I couldn't be irritated that he hadn't called me. International roaming's pretty expensive when you're on holiday, and since Alan's trip was covered by work and mine wasn't and since I was getting by without a phone, I never bothered to get a local SIM for myself. Net result, I had no phone he could call to tell me he was stuck if he wanted me to come home. I did realize that it was really irrational of me to feel irritated given what I had been up to in the past hour, but still... I'm a girl, so I'm allowed to feel that way. God knows we need every weapon we can.
I made my way back to our old table which was still unoccupied. It was well past 3am by now and even though it was the weekend, the place was beginning to empty out a little. It was still pretty active though, and the DJ had slipped into a late-night groove now and a few people were on the floor. I looked around and caught sight of Marco on the far side of the bar, sitting by himself. He looked up at me inquiringly, looked at our empty table, then back at me.
I shook my head ever so slightly to indicate Alan was not there as I continued to the table and sat down. A waiter came up to me; our tab was still open so I ordered another rum and Coke (who's keeping count by now?), and waited for it to arrive. I looked up to see Marco still looking in my direction so I nodded to him to come over to my table.
He looked a little unsure, but gathered his drink and made his way over.
"Hey," he said as he stood over me.
"Hey," I said in return, "Alan's not here as yet. Why don't you sit down and we can talk for a few minutes. You were sitting next to us earlier and he noticed you as well, so it's natural that we started talking when I was alone and your sister left."
"Are you still thinking of what you said when you left?" he asked, seeming a little surprised.
