Surprise Story
I have had several unique experiences, sexually, during the period John and I have been together. All were done with his knowledge, cooperation and encouragement. While our sex is terrific, extra-marital sex, as we do it, has been gratifying and exciting for both. It is a game, in which I have the sex, which I later describe graphically and completely, usually accompanied by the best sex we have. Instead of becoming angry and jealous as I recount the sexual experience, John becomes more aroused and passionate. For my part, the retelling is exciting because I not only relive the experience but I excite and stimulate the two of us. Per our agreement, I never omit anything that was done or said during the sex. To do so would break the trust and understanding required to carry out the fantasy sexual encounters. I may, and sometimes do add or enhance what was done or said in a way that intensifies and both the story telling and the recollection.
All that being said, I want to tell you about a recent encounter that had a few new twists.
Having decided it was time for another fantasy game, we selected the man whom I would seduce. We used to say attempt to seduce, but in five previous effort, I had been extremely successful, so we don't even consider it a challenge anymore. It's not that I am a model, or have a fantastic body, but when I want to, I can be extremely sexual and seductive. Physically I am taller than most women, long legs, big tits and when touched (physically or emotionally) great nipples that not only give me away, but become the center of attraction. All in all, most men find it hard to resist me when I have them in my sights.
I had met John's golf buddy half a dozen times, mostly at the club bar after they played golf, and on two occasions John invited him to the house after golf. Joe was probably ten years younger than John, with a dark complexion, and rather nice looking. When sex with Joe was suggested, I agreed, perhaps a little too quickly, but that was never mentioned so I don't think John picked up on it.
The plan was to invite Joe and his wife Linda over for dinner. I had never met, or even seen Linda before, but John told me she was a nice looking woman he had met once, who seemed very personable and friendly. The only question, could she be separated from Joe long enough for he and I to have some sort of sexual encounter. Well, we wouldn't know till we tried, so a date was set and the plan was on.
They arrived right on time. Joe was looking very sexy in slacks, a nice soft white cotton button up shirt and sports coat. Linda was no slouch either; she was three or four inches shorter than me, dark complexion like Joe, with dark hair and blue eyes. Not beautiful but intriguing; a sensual appearance. She was wearing a blue plaid wrap-around skirt, and silk button up blouse with a cute sweater vest.
I was hoping Joe's wife would not be attractive, thereby improving my odds, but his wife was no dog, quite the opposite. Experience has shown that the seduction process demand that when the time comes, you need to be prepared to execute in a split moment. Anything that would detract from the spontaneity of the moment must be avoided. That usually means my clothing must be easily removed. There never are panties or pantyhose involved, and when possible no bra is worn. Finding something that fits the bill, yet does not look slutty can be a problem.
Tonight I am wearing a one piece dress, with a full skirt just below my knees (no panties). The top is a halter top that ties around my neck, with an open back. Of course, no bra. If I tie the top securely, it fits so snug that there is very little gap and my tits are not exposed. If I tie it loosely by bending over, or turning sideways just right, most of my tits are visible. Not knowing Linda, I have opted to tie it snugly, at least at first. I have worn this with success on another occasion.
Alcohol is always the un-inhibitor, for me as well as our guests. I make a point to stay just short of drunk for the entire evening, it not only helps me, but allows me to use alcohol as an excuse for my behavior should any of the men think this is the beginning of an affair which will be repeated.
Dinner was planned for an hour after they arrived, but the company had been so good and relaxed, we were all on the verge of having too much to drink before dinner. Linda was helping me in the kitchen while John and Joe talked on the deck. Once or twice I was alone for a brief moment with Joe and on each occasion gave him a hug, and kiss on the cheek, telling him how nice it was to see him, and how we were glad he and Linda could come. As usual, I would press my tits into him, and hold my kiss a little too long.
Linda stayed with me a lot, so I was not sure if she was doing it to keep Joe away or not. She was very nice and friendly, so it was not as frustrating as it would normally be. She frequently would put her arms around me with a hug, thanking me for the invitation.
Dinner was a success. John grilled a great rib roast, combined with baked potatoes, salad, and steamed veggies. The wine flowed all during dinner.
After dinner Linda offered to help with the clean-up, the guys retired to the den while Linda and I cleaned up. I wasn't sure before, but when Linda removed her sweater to help with the clean up, it was apparent she was well endowed on top. Her blouse was rather thin, and you could see the intricate lace on the bra she was wearing.
As we did the dishes I began to wonder if I would ever get a chance to be alone with Joe. It seemed any time he was around, she showed up. In five or ten minutes the dishwasher was loaded, and Linda and I were ready for a refill on our wine. We could hear the TV in the den, football. Damn.
"I think Joe lives for football." Linda said.
Just what I wanted to hear I thought. "Yeah, John is pretty addicted too." I replied.
"Screw-em." Linda said. She picked up her glass of wine, took a big gulp. This was her third or fourth glass just since we had been standing there.
"Screw em?" I said. That's what I'd like to do. I raised my glass in a toast, and we downed our glasses of wine, quickly pouring a refill.
This is not going well. Linda and I were on our fifth glass of wine, the men were in the den watching football, it was after nine, and I had not seen Joe but once as he came in the kitchen to pick up a tray of snacks. At least Joe appeared to be as disappointed as I was. On a couple of occasions when we were standing next to each other, he would put his hand on my bare back, and gently rub my back, and on one occasion slipping his hand under my dress in the back around my waist. It wasn't much, but it did indicate an interest.
Picking up the wine bottle from the counter, Linda nudged me and said with a smile, "Show me the rest of you house." As soon as she stood up she staggered back, out of control. I reached out and grabbed her arm, barely able to keep her from falling backward.
"Oh damn, I think I'm drunk." She slurred.
I stood next to her and helped to keep her on her feet.
"Are you alright?" I asked as I held on to her.
She reached for me with her free hand and said, "I think I need to lie down for a minute."
On somewhat unsteady legs, I took her by the arm and began leading her toward the stairs and upstairs. In the background I could hear the guys yelling as they watched the game.
We made our way to the guest room. It was dark except for a night light in the hallway. I figured a nice cool dark room would help. I propped her up, removed the bottle of wine from her hand and sat it on the table. I then reached over and threw back the comforter and sheet and helped sit on the edge of the bed.
"Lie back and I'll take off your shoes." I said.
She fell back on the bed. I bent down and removed her shoes and lifting her leg I managed to get her lying properly on the bed. Like me she must hate wearing panty hose as her legs were bare. I lifted her feet and slid them under the sheet, and pulled the sheet over her. As I started to leave she spoke.
"Lynette, my pocketbook is downstairs and I have some medicine in there that will help, would you mind getting it for me."
"Sure. I'll be right back."
I went back downstairs, found her pocketbook and stopped by the den to see what the guys were doing. John was in his big recliner, and Joe was seated on the couch. I sat down next to Joe and asked him if everything was okay.
"If our quarterback would get his head out of his ass things would be a lot better." He said smiling.
I told him Linda was under the weather and was lying down.
"It's the wine." Joe said. "She can not handle wine. She hasn't thrown-up or anything has she?"
"Lord no. She's just a little woozy. I said. "She said she has something in her purse that will make her feel better so I'm going to take it up, but I'll be back down as soon as she's settled." I leaned over a gave Joe a kiss on the cheek,
"I'll be glad to take the pocketbook upstairs if you like, and you can stay down here." Joe replied.
"You guys enjoy the game; I'll take care of her."
When I came back in the room Linda looked pretty much as I had left her. I held out her handbag, and as she sat up to take her handbag the sheet fell down exposing her naked from the waist up. Seeming to be in no hurry she rummaged thru her handbag, finding her bottle of pills, looked up and said, "Sorry, I had to get out of those clothes."
Reaching down with her free hand she raised the sheet to cover herself and asked if she could have some water. I walked in the bathroom, filled a glass and returned to the bedroom. Linda had taken a couple of pills from the bottle, and was still sitting up, still holding the sheet over her. While I only saw her exposed for a few seconds, I couldn't help but be impressed with her tits. They were as large as mine, but a bit perkier. Perhaps she has had a boob job I thought.
Taking the glass, she popped the pill in her mouth, took a swig of water, and throwing her head back to swallow said, "Thanks."