Ah Monday morning, the best day of the week. Yeah right. Use the toilet then into the shower, shave, dry hair, brush teeth and get dressed. Out the door to start the new day and week. Passing the coffee shop, I thought it would be a good idea to take Heather a cup to help her start her day.
Returning to the room with a cup of wake up juice for Heather, I found her standing naked in the open balcony door. There was the vision of an angel, my angel, backlit by the sun light coming from the doorway. Heather then said, "You should grab the digital camera and take pictures while you have the chance."
One of the things I lost when Heather had caught me involved in internet porn had been my collection of Polaroids and digital pictures of Heather in all stages of undress. Our pictures were of course tame compared to those on the internet but this had been one of the few somewhat deviant behaviors we had engaged in.
Putting the coffee on the table, I grab the camera and started shooting. Heather cooperated completely. I took nude picture after nude picture; Heather standing straight and legs together, Heather was standing straight and legs apart, Heather standing hands above head, Heather holding her breasts high and together.
Heather moved through the open doorway and onto the balcony and against the railing in full view of all who could see our balcony! Then bending over grabbing the railing I had the perfect shots of Heather's butt and rear view of her vagina. To my surprise Heather then eased herself down to a sitting position, spread her legs wide and opened herself up with her fingers giving me a view of her entire slit inside and out.
"Don't forget to get plenty of close-ups," Heather said.
Never but never have I been allowed to see or photograph Heather so intimately!
Getting up, Heather said, "I think it's time for you to go."
She escorted me to the door and walked through it into the hallway with me. Propping the door open with her foot, she gave me a goodbye kiss and then struck a pose for me to take more pictures of her against the outside door of our room.
Taking the camera from my hand, we had one last passionate kiss before she moved back inside; pulling her bare leg through the opening in a slow, sensual fashion. Then I was off sporting a solid erection for a fun filled day of learning.
Well, at least the morning had not been boring. Class was great and we made tremendous progress toward the oncoming conversion. The teacher was a young Southern California coed type whose top barely held in her breasts. The view would have been great and normally I would have been a lot more interested if I hadn't been thinking about the wife sharing stories I could remember and Heather rules.
How far was Heather going to go? Would she actually sleep with another man? Men? The visuals of Heather acting out the stories flashed in my imagination. Heather with another man on top of her; kissing her, his penis moving in and out of her vagina and around her more men waiting their turn at my beautiful wife. How will I feel if any of this comes true?
Finally, the day is over and I can get back to Heather.
Opening the door, I found the room empty. Heather had laid out a suit and tie for me to wear. She had also left a note stating: Change into these clothes Lover don't wear underwear and meet me in the bar. Remember Heather rules!
Dressing as instructed, I left the room and made my through the lobby to the bar. I was afraid everyone was looking at me and that my privates were on display as I walked.
Back in Chicago we would have never been seen in a bar but in California, Heather rules.
Heather was sitting at the bar with a glass of clear liquid in her hand. I didn't know what she was drinking; we have never had mixed drinks. Sitting next to her, dressed in a suit, was one of the out of town on business types. They were obviously making small talk; so I sat at a table rather than interrupt them.
Heather was dressed in a white strapless evening dress that barely covered her breasts, which were you guessed it braless, and matching white panty hose. Her make-up was very heavy and was immaculate. Her lipstick was the rich deep red color she wore when she left Chicago. Everything about her look said "I'm available."
As they talked it was obvious Heather was being quite the tease, touching her hair, touching his arm, looking down, blushing then touching and rubbing her hand on his thigh. Every so often she would have to reach and pull her top up a little to keep it from falling off, drawing his eyes down to her cleavage.
He, too, was putting on the moves, touching and rubbing her arms and face. Putting his arm over her shoulder and then letting his hand roam across her bare back.
I was at once horror struck, jealous, proud, turned on, fascinated. My penis was fully erect as I struggled both to not touch it and to keep it safely hidden.
Finally, the stranger said something to which Heather shook her head no and the stranger left moving onto another target further down the bar.
I then took the stool vacated by the stranger and gave my wife a passionate kiss.
She placed her hand on my crotch and said, "Someone has been enjoying the show!"
I tried to speak but my mouth was so dry; nothing would come out.
Heather said, "Here have a drink."
I must have given her a funny look, "Its only water silly." She added.
"That was definitely a sight I never thought I'd see. You teasing another man and letting him touch you like that." I stated.
"Oh that, that was almost nothing compared to the others" Heather began. "He was the fourth man in 20 minutes to hit on me. The first one almost got his hand up to my crouch before I could stop him. Besides isn't that what you want, we want, me with another man or men, doing the things you read about in those stories?
How many nights did you sit at the computer imaging other men doing to me the things that are in those stories? Or you are doing those things with other women. If you weren't thinking about that you would have come to me when you entered the bar; instead you sat at a table watching and getting hard."
"I just don't know how I feel Heather. Seeing you just now dressed as you are; talking to another man; another man touching you..." I said as I began to run my hand up the inside of Heather's thigh.... Stockings! Garter Belt! This is great! "Yes, Heather, it fills me with lust, pride and excitement but also jealousy and fear. I just don't know how to react. So, what did the men do and say?"
