Joy Was Ased Out on a Date Today

Joy always fidgets when she has something to say that she thinks I won't like. She was really fidgeting now.

"What is it, Babe," I asked.

"Well... er... um... I... I was asked out on a date today," she finally said.

"Did you accept?" I asked, neutrally.

"Of course I didn't accept! I told him that I am married and committed to my husband and my marriage," she said forcefully.

"I know you love me and are loyal and faithful to me and that you are committed to me and our marriage. That's not exactly what I was getting at." I assured her. She looked very puzzled, perhaps a little intrigued. I continued, "A man asked you on a date. You decided that you should not accept for the reasons you stated. You promptly told me about it." She nodded, looking askance. "That can be the end of it, but it need not be," I added.

Eyes wide, she looked at me, perhaps confused, perhaps shocked, perhaps intrigued. Then, she said, "Peter, what are you saying?"

"Only this: I've always known you were a truly beautiful, sweet, affectionate, playful, flirty, loveable, wonderful, passionate, amazing woman. I am proud of you and thankful for you. I know that other men find you very attractive and sexy." Joy started to speak, but I stopped her, then continued, "I am not at all surprised that somebody asked you out on a date. Nor am I at all offended. I'm only surprised it doesn't happen all the time!"

"Now just a minute! I didn't do anything to...." Joy objected.

"I know, but you are you, and men love that and are very attracted to you. Let me guess: was it Byron, that big customer you've mentioned several times, the one from Austin?" I asked.

"Yes! But how did you know that?! How could you know that?!" Joy demanded.

I calmly and matter-of-factly told her, "You've mentioned him several times, always with favorable comments. You've related various conversations with him and tidbits about him. You've told me jokes that he told you. You've described him as "a very interesting man," a "confident man," a "funny man," and as a "chick magnet."

Joy surged to respond, "I was just telling you how work had gone. And I never led him on!" she insisted.

"I know you were just telling me the events of the day, and, Honey, the fact that you are not one of the "groupie" chicks attracted to him, that you are a grown woman, an interesting, capable woman, was probably very attractive to him. He was already attracted; you didn't have to do anything except be yourself." I assured her.

"Oh, I like him, I'll not deny that, but I don't want you to think that I'd do more than a little casual, everyday, innocent flirting with him." Joy told him. "I do admit to doing perhaps more than my share of innocent flirting with him, and he has certainly flirted with me." Joy said, then kind of blushed like she'd been caught.

That's one reason I love her so much, she's so honest and transparent, without guile.

"Let me ask you this: if you were single, would you have gone out with him? Please, just be honest." I queried.

Joy looked shocked by the question. "But I AM married, happily married... what are you saying?!"

"Just what I said: if you were single, would you have gone out with him? Just be honest with yourself and with me." I persisted.

Joy appeared frustrated. She started to speak, but stopped. She looked at me, searching my face and eyes; all she saw was love--and interest. Finally, she said, "I don't know... I'm not sure... maybe I would... yes, probably I would," she concluded, seemingly surprising herself. "But I am NOT single!" she insisted.

"You would have gone out with him and you would have enjoyed it. You probably would want to be asked out again. He's attractive, confident, fun, engaging, exciting--why wouldn't you?" I told her. Joy nodded, slowly, realizing it was the truth. "But you would not accept the invitation today because you are married--ONLY because you are married. But a small part of you still wanted to say, "yes," though, isn't that true?"

Joy stared a moment, then hung her head and nodded almost imperceptibly, "But I didn't, and I wouldn't ever treat you that way!" she insisted.

"Consider this: if you had called and told me this, and and indicated that you wanted to accept, I would have insisted that you go and have a good time." I revealed.

Joy just stared at me at first, then with an incredulous look on her face as she said with great force, "No, you wouldn't! You wouldn't let me go on a date with another man, and I certainly wouldn't expect you to!"

"First, yes, I most certainly would have--IF you wanted to go. Second, I would have no objections to you having occasional dates with other men that you feel about like you do Byron: interested, intrigued, excited, noticed, attractive, desirable." Her expression told me I had hit all those feelings squarely on the head. "And that's the truth. You are such a good woman and a great wife. I value that--and you.

But maybe that does not mean what you seem to think it does. I have no doubt that you would enjoy a date with Byron, but I also know that you would not allow it to threaten or damage our marriage or your relationship with me. I know that. But it might be nice for you to occasionally step out of the routine and norm and enjoy a wider life. And I'd really like that for you." I concluded.

"Wow! That's a lot! A total shot out of left field! You don't really mean that, do you, Peter?" Joy asked sincerely, maybe a little worried what this meant or might mean.

"Yes, I do, Sweetheart. Let me prove it: do you have his cell number?" I asked. Joy nodded uncertainly, confirming my belief that she hadn't totally killed the idea of more than passing office flirting with Byron. "OK, here's what I want you to do: tell him you talked to your husband, and that I approved the date. Tell him you would like to meet him at a restaurant tonight, about 8:30. Tell him you'll call an Uber. I'll be your Uber, and I'll stand by while you eat. If he suggests going dancing, or if you want to do that or go anywhere else, I'll be your Uber. I'll stand by and be there if you need me. Then you should just relax, enjoy, and just let things happen as they happen, taking it anywhere you want to go."

"You're really serious?" Joy asked, seemingly a little intrigued by my plan. "You really want me to go?"

"Yes, I do!" I confirmed emphatically, "I want you to go and let yourself do what you really want to do."

"Peter... um... you do realize that some of these traveling businessmen often spend their spare time on the road... um, how shall I put it?... ah... um... 'chasing pussy' and bedding every willing woman they catch, don't you? I can't say that's what Byron does, but he IS in that class of businessmen." Joy pointed out.

"And what if he IS--chasing pussy--and trying to get you into bed, I mean? I'll bet your panties are wet right now, aren't they?" I asked. Joy's cheeks blushed furiously and she lowered her head, confirming he was correct. "What if he does try? You are in control of what you do and do not do. If he makes you horny and you come home to me without more than flirting with him, I get the benefit of the fire he started. If you decide to stay the night with him, but do not have sex, I get the benefit of your supercharged libido in the morning. And you get an exciting night with an exciting man."

Her astonishment caused a delay in her response, then she exploded, "Wait! Wait! Wait! Whoa!! Hold up right there! Who said anything about getting sexual or spending the night with him?! Not gonna happen, Babe!"

"Maybe nothing will happen. Maybe you won't enjoy your date. Maybe you'll want to come straight home. But maybe you'll want to go dancing, to go parking to neck and pet as they used to say, to go to his room. Maybe it will be so much fun that you'll want to prolong and expand your date overnight. I want you to have fun, enjoy yourself, and go with what you want tonight, just be safe. You have my permission to have sex with him if you want to." I told her.

Joy looked doubtful, then thoughtful, making no response for a long time, just looking hard at me. The fact that she thought so long assured me that she really wanted to go on the date, but she had to reconcile it with her upbringing and entrenched attitudes. Finally, Joy said, "O-K, but I really don't know about all this."

I said, "Honey! Just relax and be you. Enjoy yourself and go with how you feel, knowing that if you call it off in midstream, or if you spend a sex-filled night with him, if it's what YOU want to do, and you're enjoying yourself, it will make me happy either way."

"You're really sure?" she asked. I nodded. She still hesitated, and I smiled and nodded. "OK, here goes, Babe," Joy chuckled, beginning to dial Byron's number, "But I am not going to have sex with him--not tonight, anyway!" she grinned and winked. 'That's the spirit!' I thought.

"It's up to you, Honey. I'm good whatever your decision. If you feel uncomfortable with him alone, get out of it, but otherwise, if you're enjoying yourself, treat it like a night out with me--full of possibilities, including sex, if you want," I told her.

She called, accepted the date, said she'd get an Uber and meet him at the best restaurant in town. He asked if she could pick him up on the way. I nodded, and she agreed. Now I would get to see them interacting and flirting for awhile in the car. I decided to take the long way once I picked him up.

I didn't have to wait long once he got into the backseat with Joy. He kissed her long and hard, pulling back, saying, "I've wanted to do that since I kissed you in the supply room the last time I was in town!" Joy showed me a guilty look, but I just smiled and nodded, approving.

"Oh, you have, have you?" Joy teased. "Am I safe back here with you?"

"Utterly safe, my dear Joy! Despite my fervent desire to get to know you better and... ahem... see more of you, you have nothing to fear from me." he assured her. "Driver, take your time. Drive us around a bit since our reservation is not for another 30 minutes."

"Yes, sir!" I answered.

He was already kissing Joy again, just sweet, seductive, pleasant kisses--the kind she loves so much. And she was not just receiving his kisses; she was quite clearly kissing him back--and well. As they kissed and squirmed and embraced and shifted positions, her skirt rode up, exposing her stocking tops. Byron fondled that little bit of bare thigh, saying, "Ah, that's very nice!"

Joy caught my eye in the mirror again, and looked even more guilty. I silently mouthed the words, 'Enjoy yourself.' She smiled nervously back at me and gave a short nod.

As they continued making out, he whispered something in her ear that made her giggle. In a minute, he whispered to her again. She whispered back, looking at me, but telling him (intentionally loud enough for me to hear), "I'm not wearing any!" She had not worn panties! She was letting me and him know she was bare under the skirt! I figured his cock was as hard as mine upon hearing that!

Byron had his head down, trying to burrow into her deep cleavage, and I turned and silently mouthed to her, "You're going to get fucked tonight!"

Joy shook her head and mouthed, "Oh no, I'm not!"

I raised my eyebrows and opened my eyes wide, and nodded emphatically. She just looked at me with an uncertain look on her face. She wasn't convincing me, and I was pretty sure she was losing the battle of convincing herself.

At that point, she broke eye contact because he was trying to unbutton her top.

"Back up, Buster!" she told him. "Behave yourself, or I'm going home! Here we are at the restaurant, anyway. Let's get out; I'm hungry!"

They got out and I parked the car, then went in and got a seat at the bar where I could see Joy and Byron. As far as I could tell, Byron had lowered the octane a bit, and they were having a lovely time just chatting. They enjoyed a very nice meal, without wine, and had a very appealing shared dessert with a little brandy, then coffee.

After they finished dessert, Byron leaned in and whispered to her. She shook her head then leaned in and spoke to him. She excused herself and headed to the ladies room. I caught up to her at a small alcove. "He asked me if I was ready to go home. I said no and told him I would like to go dancing," she told me. This was promising.

I went to the car to await her call. When it came, I picked them up at the door, then drove them to an upscale club that still played older, more sedate dance music. Joy is a great dancer, but I'm not, so I knew she would love this, and she did. Byron was a a very good dancer, and they danced well together. When they rested, they sipped their drinks and held hands across the table, just like a real date. I was glad for her that she was relaxing and just enjoying herself. Byron helped by not pushing the overt physical desire so hard. But she was clearly loving the attention.

I knew one thing that Byron did not yet know: dancing usually made Joy strongly in the mood for sex. I suspected that he had reconciled himself with the idea that they would just have a pleasant date, some nice kissing and hand holding, and nothing more. Still, he did not seem disappointed in the least. He was enjoying a nice, otherwise lonely evening with a lovely, engaging woman. But I still believed that she would be getting fucked tonight.

At 1:00 a.m., Joy signaled they were ready to leave. I knew we'd soon see how far she'd go. Byron asked me to take them to his hotel. Joy looked at me in the mirror, seeming a little nervous, but nodded almost imperceptibly.

When I delivered them to the hotel, she asked me to wait as she allowed Byron to take her inside. He was now behaving as a perfect gentleman. I parked in a large parking lot across the street from the hotel, facing the hotel.

About 30 minutes later, Joy called me from the bathroom, whispering, "He asked me if you'd given me a 'hall pass'; I didn't know what he meant."

"He's asking whether I gave you permission to have sex with him. Tell him yes," I told her.

"I think you may have been right all along. I think I may be getting fucked by another man tonight, Babe!" she whispered wistfully. "Are you really OK with that?"

"You control that decision, Honey," I told her. "I am delighted for you to enjoy a pleasurable sexual experience with a man you like so much--IF YOU WANT TO."

"Oh, I really do! I can't believe I'm saying that! I can't believe I'm doing that! I love you, Babe! OK, here goes. Babe? I'm in room 521. Are you on the street side?" Joy asked. I told her I was. "Good! Keep your eyes on the balconies on the 5th floor."

"Enjoy yourself, Honey!" I told her, not sure what I was looking for, but sensing I would like it.

"Just keep your eyes open, and YOU enjoy yourself, Babe!" she laughed.

A few moments later, a 5th floor balcony door opened, and out stepped a quite voluptuous woman wearing a long, totally sheer robe that showed her large areolas and superb dark bush--even from across the street. She was obviously completely naked. It was Joy, of course, and the look on her face echoed her name. She carefully waved at me and lifted her ample breasts.

My cock was heavy and hard in my hand, and I scarcely remembered taking it out. Damn! She was amazing and magnificent to watch, a goddess uncaring what mere mortals might think. Standing practically naked on a balcony exposed publicly, and proudly displaying herself. I had a fleeting thought about where she had hidden that robe, but seeing her massaging her big tits affected my ability to think.

Then Byron stepped out of the door, and stepped close behind her, taking her tits in his hands possessively and squeezing them as he nuzzled her neck and whispered into her ear. She pushed her big round ass back into him. He handed her a condom, and she rolled it onto his rather large cock before turning back to face the street. It was clear she wanted badly to be fucked.

Byron lifted the back of her robe and fiddled a monent as he lined up his cock with her pussy. Once aligned, he drove in rather quickly and hard, causing them both to groan. Her groan soon turned to the sounds of pleasure only a woman being expertly fucked can make. I heard them clearly, but faintly.

I don't know how long they fucked, but I came before either of them, producing a large volume of cum into what I had available: an empty drink cup. When they came it was almost simultaneously, and each of them went full throat. A few people stepped out on their balconies. Joy and Byron reluctantly retreated. Two couples applauded them. One couple, undoubtedly inspired by Joy and Byron, tried bent-over balcony doggie style, and finished quickly.

In a few minutes, Joy called me from the bathroom. "Wow! Babe! That was so hot. He has a very nice cock and he's done wonderful things to me with it! Is it really OK if I spend the night with him? He is leaving early tomorrow afternoon, and I really would like several more rounds with him! This has been incredible and I want more--if that's OK with you," she pleaded.

"Go for it, Honey! You may not have another chance for awhile," I told her.

Joy exclaimed, "You are the best, Babe! I'll tell you all about it in the morning! Good night. I love you so much, Peter!"

"And I love you at least as much! Be safe and have fun. See you in the morning. Give as good as you're getting!" I encouraged her.

"I'm not getting any complaints!" she told me. "He told me I have a very nice pussy, and he bet it is sweet. I came in the bathroom to clean up. I think he'll be getting a taste when I go back. I'm sorry, but that just sets me all a-tingle!"

"Don't be sorry at all, Honey. He wants you badly, and you obviously want him badly. I know he's going to love your pussy! Enjoy it! And be sure to reciprocate!" I encouraged her.

"Would you like to see me sucking his cock on the balcony in a little while?" she teased.

"Baby, I'd PAY to see you sucking his cock out there! Or anywhere. You're a sight to see when you use your mouth! Blow his cock and blow his mind!" I encouraged her.

"Stay tuned, I'll see what I can do! Has our audience retired!" she asked.

"Yes, all clear. I'll be watching. You better get back in there or he'll lose interest," I teased.

"Oh, Honey, I don't think he's going to lose interest any time soon! Ta Ta!" she chortled.

In a little while, she came out and laid down on the chaise lougue. Byron soon followed her, and knelt and moved between her thighs. I obviously could not see the fine detail, but I could see her fondling her tits and nipples with one hand while grasping the back of his head to coax him to eat her harder as she was clearly fucking his face. Before long, I heard that low, throaty combination of moaning, groaning, and low-pitched keening she does when she is literally cumming with her entire body. He knew what he was doing, and she continued to cum for many moments.

When she subsided, he moved up to kiss her tenderly, then moved back to lay his head on her tits, clearly exhausted himself. Maybe 20 minutes later, she roused him and said something to him. They swapped places and soon she was stroking his rather impressive cock. This progressed to kissing and licking his balls, shaft, and head, then long, deep plunges into her mouth, one hand working his balls, and the other stroking the shaft.

She teased and played and pleased and stroked, squeezed, and sucked until he finally put both hands on the back of her head and began thrusting his hips upward, driving his cock deep into her mouth. At some unseen signal from her, he stopped and stood up, and she sat on the chaise, either for my visual benefit or to better accommodate the face-fucking he was giving her again--or both.

Now I saw her in profile, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth as she clutched his ass with both her hands and pulled him further, deeper into her mouth. In a few minutes, he was cumming, rising on his tiptoes and pushing forward as filled her mouth. I was pumping out another high-volume load into the cup, one that came from so deep that my balls ached and felt empty. Finally, she pushed back and he came out of her mouth, still emitting little spurts of cum onto her face and tits.