(Hello again everyone! I've taken a little bit of a "sabbatical" from writing because I've been living some very interesting real life adventures. I'm going to start writing about one now (very slightly embellished), but I will continue the Tammy's Public Display Adventure series at a later time. And I'm still going to write the Tammy's Torture Weekend series – so if you have any ideas on either of those just keep them coming!)
In the months after my "affair" with Derek ended, Jack and I relived both the adventure itself, and extended it in our shared fantasies with the imagined "gang bang" and "torture weekend" adventures. And after I would see Derek at United Way meetings, Jack and I would enjoy some very intense sex as I would spend much of the meeting remembering the many hot encounters I had with my black lover, especially his affection for sodomizing me.
And, needless to say, my contributions to Lit – and reader comments on our stories – kept the bedroom fires burning bright and hot.
It wasn't too long before Jack began suggesting that I take another lover. One evening we were out for a romantic dinner alone, and we had a very handsome, young black waiter. I indulged Jack's request that I unbutton my blouse one more button to tease the poor man, but it was more to arouse my husband than to invite the attentions of the waiter. Occasionally Jack would join me at the health club, and whisper suggestions that I should invite one of the other men into the sauna for a quick blow job. Or at dinner parties he'd pull me aside and suggest that I seduce one of the men in attendance, offering myself for a quickie in the bathroom.
With my husband's travel schedule, there were many nights that I would find myself alone, and "left to my own devices" as it were. I would frequently lock the bedroom door and bring out some of our toys – the vibrators, the nipple clamps, the leather collar – and indulge my libido. As I masturbated, I would remember my "dates" with Derek – showering and shaving my pussy and legs, having Jack help me select the lingerie I'd wear underneath my clothes, and then the illicit, electric thrill of going to Derek's home – or for a drive in his car – knowing that he would make me submit to him, then return home to a husband who would want to hear every naughty detail as he licked or fucked me.
Or I would remember the times that Jack and Derek would take me at the same time – the intense, incredible feeling of having one cock in my pussy, another in my ass, while I was kissed, caressed and fucked by two very horny, passionate men.
Despite my masturbation fantasies, I didn't really feel compelled to find another lover – life was simply too busy without trying to figure out a way to find, attract and seduce another man. When Jack and I were having sex and he'd want to dream up a fantasy of me with another man, I'd happily go along with the fantasy. In reality, though, I told him that while I wasn't averse to the idea of taking another lover, I didn't see it as a real high priority.
My hubby, however, was not so easily deterred. One Friday when he was returning from a business trip, he called me from the airport before he boarded his flight home and asked me to get a babysitter for our son because he had a little "surprise" for me, and he wanted to take me out to dinner.
He also specified that I was to wear stockings, a garter belt and a thong under my skirt, and a sexy bra. I told him that it would be my pleasure to accommodate his requests, and I spent the rest of the day simmering in anticipation of his "surprise." I showered, and shaved my legs and pussy, as my own little surprise for him.
After Jack got home and changed into a suit and tie, we got in his car and started driving to one of the nicer steakhouses in town. I teased him by telling him how I had prepared myself, and how much I enjoyed the feeling of wearing lingerie under my clothes. As we parked outside the restaurant, he leaned over and gave me a deep, passionate kiss, fondling my breasts as he did so.
"Before we go into the restaurant, Tam, I need to give you your little 'gift,'" he said with a sly smile as his hand reached into the pocket of his suit jacket. He pulled out what appeared to be a gold chain, and handed it to me.
"It's beautiful, Jack...is it a bracelet?" I asked as I held the jewelry up in the light of the parking lot.
"Close, Tammy. It's an anklet. For your right ankle."
I was somewhat confused. "Can't anklets go on either leg, Jack?"
"They can," he said as he kissed me again. "But wearing it on your right ankle is a signal that you're a married woman who fucks other men with your husband's approval. Wearing it on your left ankle means you're fooling around behind your husband's back."
"Oh, I see," I said with a smile, thinking this was perhaps just some little game Jack had dreamt up on his own.
"And there's one more little rule too," Jack whispered as he kissed my neck and slowly ran a hand along my thigh.
"If you wear it underneath your nylons, it means your lovers have to wear condoms. If you wear it on top of your nylons, it means you'll take them bareback."
I smiled, and moved my hand to my husband's crotch, feeling his erection through his clothes. "And of course," I whispered "you would want me to take them bareback, wouldn't you?"
He grinned. "Of course," he whispered.
"Tammy," he continued "I want you to put on the anklet now, and I want you to wear it all the time from now on. When I'm on the road it'll be a real turn on for me, knowing that you're 'advertising' yourself as a hotwife."
Hiking up my skirt so that Jack could see the tops of my stockings, I lifted my right leg and slowly fastened the anklet around my right ankle, then smoothed my skirt.
"That's the way you want it, right Jack?" I said teasingly, squeezing his hand. "You want other men to know that you want them to fuck your loving wife bareback?"
My husband gave me a deep kiss, and whispered "Exactly."
Throughout dinner, we both squirmed with intense arousal at the little game we had started in the parking lot. When dessert was served, I asked Jack to come sit on my side of the booth, so he could feel me up under my skirt, and I could whisper sweet, slutty little nothings in his ear. My mind raced with ideas for what I anticipated would be a very "hot talk" session in bed.
We rushed home from the restaurant, paid the babysitter and jumped into bed, looking forward to sex with an energy and intensity we hadn't really had since the affair with Derek ended. As Jack entered me, I started slowly brushing my thumbs across his nipples, and looked into his eyes.
"Would you like my next lover to be another black man, Jack?" I asked as I ran my fingernails down his spine. "Another black man you could watch fuck your pretty white wife's pussy?" Jack groaned in appreciation of my imagination and added, "And my pretty white wife's ass, too."
"Or maybe next time," I whispered, "I should try another white cock – would you prefer that I seduce another white man?" I asked.
"Mmmmmm," Jack replied, kissing my neck and squeezing one of my breasts. "Why not one of each, Tammy?" He pinched one of my nipples just hard enough to make me gasp. "Or two of each?" he added with a sexy growl.
"You are such a kinky husband, darling," I whispered. "You want your wife to have four lovers, Jack? Four lovers, all taking me bareback?"
My husband pushed deep into my pussy. "I think that sounds like a good start," he added.
"So tell me, Jack," I whispered teasingly after some very passionate kissing. "Why is it so important that my lovers fuck me bareback, hmmm?" I briefly licked one of his nipples, then kissed him deeply. "Is it because you want to feel another man's warm, sticky come in my pussy when you fuck me?" I said, as I then sucked his other nipple into my mouth, squeezing it between my teeth.
