I've read a lot of stories which the writers freely admit to be fantasies. I've read a lot of stories, which the writers claim to be based on fact. And, I've read stories, which the writers claim to be autobiographical. This series is autobiographical. I will freely admit my recollection may not be perfect as far as the sequence of events; I may have rearranged some of the events for effect; and I may have juiced it up in spots; however, the events described happened. The parties might disagree about their subjective feelings and emotions and I will readily admit that these are my perceptions of their feelings. Rather than arguing "reality", I hope you enjoy it simply as a "story".
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F'S "BUSINESS" TRIPS
F and his wife were old friends of ours. He taught sociology and human sexuality and sprinkled his lectures with lots of what he purported to be his widely varied personal sexual experiences. He showed pornographic videos to get students to talk about their reactions and their own sexual fantasies and their experience. And every time a conversation turned to sex, he was there with all kinds of stories to tell.
We had moved and hadn't seen F for several months when he called and said he would be in town and would like to meet us for dinner. As it happened, I was leaving for an out-of-town meeting so the responsibility for providing hospitality fell to my wife J.
In the ten days before F was scheduled to visit, I kept teasing my wife about what kind of "hospitality" she planned to provide F. We had frequently shared fantasies about her picking up some guy and getting fucked silly. I'd talk to her about finding a guy who had a really nice thick cock who would stuff her good. Our "pillow talk" always got both of us going and she certainly couldn't deny that the idea of getting a little "strange" turned her on. A couple of times she had made passes at guys, but she must have been too subtle. Anyhow they hadn't picked up on the hints she made. She was getting frustrated and more eager and more eager to demonstrate what a hot little piece of ass she could be.
I teased her that F would probably expect a favor in return for taking her out to dinner--like taking her up to his hotel room and screwing all night. The idea juiced her up even though she wasn't sure anything like that was going to happen. I reminded her that, if any of F's stories were true, I'd be surprised if he didn't make a serious effort to get in her panties.
Of course, I told her that whatever happened depended on whatever she wanted to happen. If she really wanted to screw F, she didn't need my permission. But I did expect her to tell to tell me all the dirty details. ALL of the dirty details. She laughingly agreed. "If I happen to get it on with F, I'll tell you every juicy little detail!" My cock twitched.
A couple of days after I left, F called from his hotel and was a little surprised—pleasantly, I 'm certain--that he was having dinner with J and not with both of us. She arranged to meet him at his hotel lounge for drinks before going out to dinner. He was waiting in the bar when she arrived and they hugged each other. Over drinks they did some catching up on gossip about family and friends.
My wife suggested several nice restaurants within walking distance of the hotel and they sat out on a tour of the resort area. They had another round of drinks with dinner and my wife was enjoying a light buzz. F, as usual, started telling stories about his classes in human sexuality and the research he'd been doing on married couples that have an open relationship. Of course, he had a lot of juicy examples of both husbands and wives who had sexual partners with their spouse's approval. He made it clear that his wife was aware that he had different partners and had no problem with an "open" marriage.
My wife told him about the female intern I had been screwing before we moved and that she had known all about it. From the very beginning, I had told her about the long afternoons I had spent in her apartment fucking myself silly. F asked her how she felt about all that. "As a matter of fact," she told him, "he'd describe all the things they did and listening to his stories turned me on."
F asked if she ever wanted "to even things up". My wife told him, "It isn't a matter of evening things up. If he wants to get a little, he can. And, on the other hand, if I want to get a little, he understands that, too." Now, F's radar was turned on. It quickly became a matter not of "if", but when, where and how.
After dinner, they decided to do a walking tour of the "adult" part of town that was full of porno bookstores, x-rated theaters, and titty bars. The stopped in at a place that advertised "all nude" dancing and watched a very blase, but well built girl strip off all her clothes like she was taking a shower and wiggle her ass around to the music from a juke box. Real class! The one person who seemed most appreciative was a rather large and unattractive woman sitting at the bar. F and my wife speculated that she had to have been the dancer's "girlfriend".
F asked my wife if watching the naked girl swivel her ass around was a "turn-on". Her response was, "Like you guys say: 'I certainly wouldn't kick her out of bed.'" F asked if my wife had ever had any experience with a chick, but my wife dodged again saying, "I certainly wouldn't kick her out of bed."
They wound up in a gay bar with a small dance floor. Another round of drinks and their conversation became even more sexually explicit. It doesn't take much alcohol to overcome whatever reservations my wife has...if she has any, that is. When F asked my wife directly if she fooled around, she told him—bragged--about the time when she had attended a convention and wound up in a hotel room with a guy she'd met in the hotel bar. He'd gone up to his room but she had seen his room number on his key. The guy was surprised when she knocked on his door, smooched a little, went into the bathroom, undressed, came out bare-assed naked, and gave him a big wet sloppy blowjob. The story obviously turned F on.
When she and F went out on the dance floor, my wife could feel his hard on rubbing against her belly. She enjoyed the sensation and, more importantly, she was turned on by the idea that she was making F horny. Rather deliberately, she rubbed back against him. Back in the booth, F was slipped his hand as far up her skirt as he could. As he rubbed her crotch, he asked her what kind of sex she enjoyed most and she told him that there wasn't much she didn't enjoy. She was getting hornier and decided she really wanted to get laid for her own satisfaction and not just so she could brag about it. He suggested that they return to his hotel room for a "little nightcap". They both had ideas about what the "little nightcap" might include.
They were groping each other all the way up the elevator. As soon as they reached his room, F pulled the bedclothes down. My wife was so turned on by the idea of screwing F that she peeled off all her clothes in record time and crawled up on the bed. She was impressed with F's cock. It was, as she told me later, very similar to mine: about 6-7 inches or so in length, but a little bit bigger around with a nice purple crown. They lay naked on the bed fondling and stroking each other and getting even hotter if that were possible. F was fingering her juicy pussy while she stroked his hard on.
F asked what she'd like first. For my wife, there's no question about what she likes and she quickly went down on him. She always fantasizes about impressing some guy with how good she is at sucking cock as she did at the convention. She soon learned where F got his reputation: not only did his cock get nice and hard, it stayed nice and hard and juicy.
She kissed and licked and sucked to her heart's content and then decided to screw a little. He slipped his cock into her sopping pussy and they tried as many different variations and positions as they could think of including a little anal invasion. She had a whole string of orgasms and they worked each other over. When F finally blew off a big load, they rested while my wife told F about the sexual pecadillos in which she had engaged.
It was early in the morning when they decided there wasn't much left for them to try or much energy left to try anything else, so my wife dressed, promising F that they'd get together again the next time he was in town, and headed home. She pulled into the carport, dropped her clothes as she headed for the bedroom, flopped onto bed naked and slept for most of the day.
