Jack and I lay next to each other on the bed, our heart rates slowing as we recovered from another session of intense sex. After a moment, I rolled onto my side, feeling my husband's climax leaking from my pussy, and slowly started stroking his chest.
"So what do you think we'll be doing twenty-four hours from right now?" I asked casually, giving him a soft peck on the cheek. He leaned up to look at the clock on the nightstand, and placed his hand on my thigh. "I'm guessing," he said, slowly stroking the flesh, "that tomorrow night at this time…" he kissed my lips, then pulled back.
"…you and I will be on the dance floor…I'll be holding you close, during a dark, slow dance…" His hand started moving in ever widening circles…
"…and I'll whisper in your ear that Derek hasn't been able to keep his eyes off your ass all night, and how hot you look in your gown, and how sexy it is, knowing what you're wearing underneath it…"
I pressed my fingers to my husband's lips. "OK…um, OK, I…I get the idea, Jack" I said, knowing that if Jack kept talking I'd want to come again and a third time tonight would take an impractically long time.
"No problem, Tammy," Jack said with a smile, his hand slipping slowly between my legs to stroke my pussy, freshly re-waxed this morning, and slickened from our passionate coupling just concluded.
We lay together, each of us contemplating what tomorrow would bring. I decided now would be as good a time as any to indulge a curiosity I had had for years, and which had become especially acute because of the activity over the last few weeks, and our weekend trip to Minneapolis tomorrow.
"Jack, I know, or I guess, that it's a fairly common fantasy among men to watch their wives with other men," I said, stroking his chest. "But what is it that turns you on so much?
Why
is it such a hot fantasy for you?"
Jack closed his eyes, and I could sense his mind trying to address the question as he lay silent for a moment. Finally, his eyes opened and he smiled.
"It's…it's kind of hard to explain," he began. "I don't know about other men and their wives," he continued. "But for me, I've always thought you were very, very sexy, and…" he rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling for a moment.
"And I've always wanted to see you…" He paused again, searching for the right word. "Consumed by pure lust. And as hot as it is when we have sex, it can't ever be pure lust, because we love each other. But with another man, it can be pure lust, because you
don't
love each other."
He turned to look at me. "Does that make
any
sense?" he asked with a smile.
"Sort of," I said, giving him a little peck on the cheek. "I think I know what you're getting at."
"It's kind of a more intense version of why I get so turned on when you masturbate," he added, "that it's just something that's purely sexual."
Another comfortable, silent moment passed in the bedroom's intimate darkness.
"And is that the same reason you get turned on when I'm submissive with Derek?" I asked.
"Basically," Jack replied. "As much as I like tying you up and spanking you and using the nipple clamps and all of those things, at the end of the day, I'm still your husband and you're my wife and that creates a sort of, um, a sort of practical limit to the things I can do to you."
He stroked my cheek. "I mean, I don't think I would have ever thought of asking you to pump gas or buy condoms wearing just your lingerie, and even if I had I don't think you would have done it as readily. Same thing last week, when he made you take off your clothes and suck him off on that frontage road by the golf course. With Derek, it's…it's less restricted somehow."
"I…I kind of feel the same way," I said.
Another moment passed.
"Um, I was wondering something about tomorrow night," I began.
"Mmmm-hmmmmm?" my husband replied.
"When Derek, um…." I stammered.
"When Derek takes your ass," my husband said, stroking my ass gently.
"Yeah, when…when Derek takes my ass, I…I'd like to be wearing the collar. And the chain attached to it."
Jack kissed me gently on the lips. "That sounds like a great idea," he whispered.
"Thank you, Jack," I replied, relieved. I had been including that particular "prop" in all of my fantasies about Derek taking my ass, and was afraid, somehow, that Jack wouldn't like that idea. Why I thought that, I don't know, but now the request was made, and sometime tomorrow night, my fantasies would become reality.
I contemplated the addition of the collar and chain to all of the other sexual
accoutrements
we were hauling to Minneapolis. "Boy, I wonder what the security guys at the airport are going to think when they inspect our suitcases," I said nervously.
"Ah, I wouldn't worry about it, Tam. They've probably seen it all."
I considered Jack's unconcerned response. "Yeah, but have they seen it all, all in ONE suitcase?!?" I asked.
"Maybe you're right," he laughed as he no doubt envisioned an inspector carefully going through a suitcase that might have looked like something destined for the set of a porno shoot. "But I still wouldn't worry about it," he said finally, leaning up again to look at the clock.
"We'd better get to sleep here, Tam, we've got a busy day tomorrow. And you're going to have a very
full
night tomorrow night," he added, giving my ass cheek a strong squeeze. Twenty minutes later, we were both asleep.
Friday afternoon
As my husband handled the luggage, I opened the door to the hotel suite. "Wow," I exclaimed as I walked into the foyer. "This is probably bigger than our first house!" Jack set down the suitcases and surveyed the room. "That's for sure," he said, taking my hand. "Shall we give ourselves a little tour?"
We walked through the nearest door and into a large bedroom with an adjoining bathroom. "This is nice," I said, peeking into the bathroom, somewhat perplexed that it actually seemed rather modest considering the lavishness of the main room.
We walked back through the main room, pausing to admire the view from the floor-to-ceiling windows on one wall. We opened another door, and it was immediately apparent that this was the main bedroom – a huge bed, with a bar and refrigerator near one of the windows, and an intimate sitting area in a comfortable nook. We could see a huge whirlpool tub and a walk-in shower in the adjoining bathroom.
Jack put one arm around me and pointed to the nightstand. "Looks like Derek came prepared," he whispered. I followed his finger and saw a large bottle of lubricant. I caught my breath as I realized this was the room, and this was the bed, where, in a few short hours, Derek would sodomize me.
I leaned my head on Jack's chest, feeling my arousal slowly building as I anticipated the evening's activities.
"So where would you like to be when Derek….when Derek takes my ass?" I whispered, casting a quick glance around the room and then looking up at my husband. He leaned down and kissed me gently on the lips. "I'd like to be inside you, looking up at you," he said, kissing me again. "Just like it would have been in college."
"I…I'd like that, Jack," I said quietly. "But we, um, the only thing I've told Derek is that, ah, that you would watch, I…I don't know how he'll be with that." Jack squeezed my waist. "Don't worry about it, Tam. How about you go off to the ladies room once we're at dinner or something and I'll ask him and if he doesn't like the idea we'll figure out something else?"
"That would be great," I said, relieved that Jack would broach the topic with Derek. I looked again at the bottle of lube on the nightstand, and the clock radio next to it. "Derek's note at the front desk said he'd be back around 6, and the reception starts at 7" I said. "So we should probably start, um, getting me ready?" I said, searching Jack's eyes for any hint of jealousy or second thoughts, and seeing nothing but love for me, and excitement at what his wife would be doing tonight.
"Sounds like a plan," Jack said with a smile, taking my hand and walking with me to the other bedroom, picking up our luggage along the way.
Once in the bedroom, Jack hung the bags containing his tuxedo and my gown in the closet, and opened the suitcase on the bed. He held up the "TSA Inspection" leaflet and smiled. "See? No problem Tammy," he said as he started unpacking it. "But I'll bet there's some wife or girlfriend of the inspector who is going to have a surprisingly good time tonight," he said with a little laugh.
"Help me get undressed, Jack?" I asked, walking closer to him, reveling in the thought that I would be spending the next few hours together with my loving husband and my black lover, an extended foreplay leading to what would surely be an incredible experience for all three of us.
"I'd be happy to, Tam," he said as he kissed me, lightly, then deeply, as his fingers slowly unbuttoned my blouse. "Are you excited about tonight?" he whispered in my ear as he pulled the blouse off my body, tossing it on the floor. His hands moved to my breasts, caressing them through the fabric of the bra.
"Yes, Jack," I replied, my voice barely audible. "I'm….I've really been looking forward to it," I said as my husband unsnapped my bra and moved his hands to my erect nipples. My hand moved to his crotch, and I slowly stroked his erection through his jeans. "And…and I know how long you've been waiting to…to see me taken by another man." I kissed him deeply.
His hands moved down my stomach, and unfastened my belt, then unzipped my pants. A moment later, I stepped out of them. As I did, I caught a glimpse of my body, now clad only in a pair of black panties, in a full-length mirror on the wall. Jack kissed me again, and his hands slowly moved down my back, coming to rest on my ass, the focal point of tonight's activities.
"I have been waiting a long time, Tammy," he said, his fingers gently squeezing and stroking my ass. "And tonight will be the first of many times, I hope." His fingers slipped behind the waistband of my panties, and he slowly pulled them down my legs and off my body. I was totally nude – the first stage of my preparation for this evening.
