What Do You Say?

"You made that look simple." Said Jeff, my personal trainer.

"Not really, but I've been working the same routine for a few weeks now and I'm finally beginning to feel as though I don't need to call 911 when I'm through." I managed to answer without the aid of oxygen.

"You know, Kate, all your hard work is really paying off. You're really looking great."

"Thanks, I feel really good and there's no way I would have gotten where I am without your help. I really appreciate it. I know I'm not the best pupil most of the time."

"You're welcome and you're a great pupil. Oh, there's my next client. I'll see you in 2 days. Don't forget your water!!"

I stood there watching him and his six-pack abs walk over to a beautiful 30 something blonde. "Ugh, easy for her" I mumbled to myself as I picked up my towel and headed for the locker room.

My day flew by with one project after another. I was late leaving the office and had several stops to make on the way home. It was getting late when I finally arrived home and Ron had salmon on the grill and corn already husked and ready to go on. Ron doesn't cook otherwise, but he's a master on the grill. I appreciate it and make sure he knows. A bottle of shiraz was already open and I headed to our bedroom to change into something comfortable before joining him on the deck.

Even though I got home later than I would have liked, it was a very relaxing evening. When it got dark, I cleaned up the kitchen and put away the leftovers. I was surprised when Ron said he was going upstairs to watch the ballgame. I finished a few things I needed to and took some meat out of the freezer for the next night's dinner. I poured myself another glass of wine, turned out the lights and headed upstairs with a book in my hand. Ron was sitting up in bed watching the Phillies get trounced and drinking his wine.

A little while later I climbed into bed, leaned back on the headboard and started to read. We were both absorbed in our respective interests for awhile when Ron announced he was turning off the game -- couldn't stand watching any longer -- and suggested we could find something far more entertaining to do with ourselves than watch the Phillies and read a book. I looked up at him, trying to judge his sincerity, and determined he was indeed serious. I closed the book after carefully marking my place and set it on the nightstand, along with my glass of wine.

Ron reached over and pulled me into his embrace. He lightly kissed my forehead, my nose and then our lips met and his tongue danced with mine. I slid down onto the bed as his hand reached inside my babydoll pajamas pulling one breast out and teasing the nipple with his thumb. I had thought I was tired, but suddenly I was very energized. It doesn't take much to get me wet and needy for him; but, while I have loved Ron for years, he has never been a particularly attentive lover. I had limited experience before I met Ron, but I know there's more that Ron could do to satisfy me and I honestly don't know even after all these years if he isn't interested in doing more or if he just doesn't know and never bothered to inquire or learn.

Anyway, it was over nearly as quickly as it began and Ron was quietly lying along side me. I always feel as if I've only just begun; but I would never want to hurt his feelings by suggesting that he wasn't the perfect lover.

"Beth, what are you thinking?" he asked as he pulled me against him and put his arm around me.

"Nothing" I replied and closed my eyes enjoying the feel of his skin touching mine, his heat, being held.

"No, Beth, you're not going to get away with that this time. You have such a serious look I want to know what you're thinking about. Did I do something you don't like or did I not do enough for you?" he asked in the softest voice.

"Well, actually I was just thinking about something I heard today at the gym. Some of the younger women were talking and they said that Jeff and his wife have an open marriage. He actually has permission to, well, to; well I guess they both have sex with other people outside their marriage. They even said sometimes they have other couples over and they swap and watch each other. I was just wondering how a couple could do that. Actually, I don't mean how, I mean more like -- doesn't it seem strange?"

"I've certainly heard of open marriages, but I can't say I know anyone or that I'm aware of knowing anyone who has that kind of arrangement in their marriage. I'm not sure what I think of it. What do you think -- would you want to have sex with another man and still stay married?"

"Oh, Ron, I don't know. I never thought about it before today, but I have to admit that the more I think about it, the more it sort of sounds like fun -- I mean, I love you and I would never do anything behind your back; but I can see, I think, how it could be fun and enlightening."

"I don't know."

Ron got up and went in the bathroom. I finished my wine and fell asleep even before he got back in bed. When I woke in the morning, I had forgotten entirely about the conversation of the night before.

It was late and the week had been a long one. It had been very hot and humid and I was cranky and knew it. Ron wasn't home yet, so I got changed into a pair of shorts and a tank top and began getting dinner ready. After I had everything prepared and in the oven, I went out on the deck and read the new More magazine that had come that day. Ron finally got home, but dinner was still a few minutes from being ready. He grabbed a glass of white wine and came out on the deck.

After years of marriage, I could tell that he had something he wanted to discuss. I waited -- it never did me any good to prod him. He would bring up whatever was bothering him when he was ready. I went in and checked on the chicken in the oven, turned the oven off and went out to tell him that dinner would be ready shortly. With that, he reached out and took my hand and pulled me over to sit on his lap.

"Whoa there, am I to put dinner on hold or am I misreading your intentions?" I asked playfully while planting a light kiss on his cheek.

"Actually, I want to ask if you've thought any more about what we discussed the other night." he asked.

"What did we discuss? I'm not sure what discussion you mean." I said only slightly serious.

"The one about having an open marriage. Is that what you want? Would you be willing to have sex with another man?"

"To be honest, I've been wondering about that myself. I don't know. It probably all depends on how you feel about it. As I said, I'd never do anything behind your back; but there's an adventurous side of me I didn't know was there and that wonders if it wouldn't be kind of, ummm, I guess I just wonder what it would be like."

"Well, I've been thinking about it a lot and I say you go for it. The only rules I have are that you tell me in advance when and with whom and that when you come home afterwards, you tell me all the details."

"All the details?" I asked incredulously. "You can't be serious. You want me to have sex with another man, while we're still married and you want to know the details. How much of the details?"

"All the details, exactly what you both do, how he makes you feel, everything. Do you know yet who you're going to have sex with?"

"I haven't a clue. I haven't given it a thought. Oh maybe I've thought someone might be really good in bed or wondered if they might be, but I've never really considered actually doing it with anyone but you."

"Well, now that I've decided you can, you better decide who you want to do it with and let me know." Ron spit out.

I wasn't sure if he was mad; and, if so, why. This was his idea. He's the one who decided he wanted ME to do this and now he seems to be in a rush. OMG, I don't know how you would ever go about something like that. Do I suddenly start wearing short skirts and blouses with the top three buttons open? How do I send a message that says my husband wants me to have sex with another man?

Nearly a month went by but never a day passed that Ron didn't ask me if I'd arranged to have sex with anyone else yet. During this time he was more amorous than usual, he seemed high on the idea of my sleeping with another man. One evening when I was working well into the evening, an out of town partner and I ended up being the last two in the building. He had been to our office on other occasions and I admit to having been attracted to him. Not having been part of the dating scene for decades, I had some idea that he was hitting on me a number of times when he was in town; but I was never really sure and I certainly had no reason to encourage it or take much notice until now.

I'm not sure if it was a conscious act or not, but that morning I did choose a short, straight, snug black skirt and a red silk blouse. I wore a sheer red bra, sheer red thong panties and a new red corset with white garters and black lace-topped stockings. I wore black stiletto heels and thought for a 40 something woman, I didn't look all bad. Throughout the day I found numerous occasions to bend over the conference table alternately giving Steve a good look at my well-toned backside from working out at the gym and down my blouse which revealed cleavage and the swell of my breasts enhanced by a lacy push up bra.

As I pulled together the papers and binders we'd been working on and tried to put them in some order before ending our work for the night, Steve came up and stood before me and I'm not sure who leaned into whom, but our lips touched and I felt scorched. I wasn't expecting that, actually I'm not sure. I don't know what I expected. His tongue sought mine and he tasted like pizza and coffee and lust. What made me think that, I have no idea; but I would swear lust is exactly how he tasted. His hand reached into my blouse and his thumb stroked the top of my breast. He pulled back a little and trailed kisses down my neck and every touch of his lips and tongue went straight between my legs. I was literally melting, wet and frankly begging to be fucked right there on the conference room table. He took his other hand from around my waist and took hold of my hand and laid it on the substantial bulge in his pants.

"Look Beth, I know you're married; but we both know there's an attraction here, a strong attraction. You've been strutting your stuff in front of me all day -- and now I want to collect what you've been offering. Why don't you come back to my hotel with me and let's see where all this heat leads?"

"Uh, . . . sure. I just need a minute to straighten up -- can I meet you in the lobby in about 5 minutes?"

"That's fine" he said as he leaned down and claimed my lips once again. My legs were barely able to hold me up -- I wanted this, I didn't want this. I didn't know what I wanted. I needed to call Ron and tell him I wouldn't be home for awhile. What if he changed his mind. Could I stop myself now from following the course we set? I threw everything in a pile, grabbed my purse and headed to the ladies room to freshen up. I ran a comb through my hair, brushed my teeth (thankfully I always keep a small cosmetic case in the ladies room credenza) and freshened my make up. I also called Ron.

"Ron, darling. I just now finished working and Steve, you remember my telling you about him -- the NY Partner who comes down from time to time. Well, he wants me to go back to his hotel with him. This is the opportunity to do what you wanted me to do. Are you okay with that? Shall I go?"

"Do you feel safe? " Ron asked after a moment's hesitation. "Yes, yes I do - after all, he's a partner in the firm. He'd have a lot to lose if anything happened"

"Okay, be safe and have fun."

"I'm ready" I said as I stepped into the lobby and saw Steve waiting for me. I suddenly became very conscious of the camera that is always running in the lobby area, so I merely headed for the elevator bank and pushed the down button. He, too, seemed to understand and came over talking about what needed to be done yet the next day in preparation for the completion of the project we had been working on.

The elevator doors opened then and we both stepped on. I was a mass of nerves and felt as though I could alternate between crying and giggling. Steve seemed totally at ease -- probably just another one-night stand for him. As we rode the elevator to the ground floor, I took a moment to look at Steve and to notice just how incredibly sexy he was. He had thick silver/white hair. He was obviously confident in his good looks dressed in khakis and a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, he could not have been more appealing if he were on the cover of GQ.

I wanted to reach out for his hand, to maybe be sure this was real; but he didn't make any move towards me and I thought maybe he wondered if there were cameras in the elevator too. As the doors opened on the ground floor we stepped out and headed for the street. Walking out the cool night air hit me and it felt wonderful. I hadn't been outside the building in nearly 20 hours; and, as anxious as I was to get to his hotel room and I really was anxious now, I savored the cool, fresh air.

The hotel was just a block away from the building and we walked in silence. As we entered through the grandly appointed, although small, lobby of the Hotel Dupont he took my hand and gently pulled me over to the side bank of elevators. We got on and before the doors even closed completely, he pulled me against him with his obviously engorged member against my back. He reached down, pulling my skirt up with his hand and cupped my pussy with his hand and stroked his finger along the lace of my panties.

"You're hot and wet for me, Beth. I think you're ready for this."

I could only groan. I was ready for him. I was too ready. I thought just his stroking me lightly like that was going to send me into the big O.

The elevator pinged and he removed his hand and let my skirt drop back down. We stepped out and holding my hand, he lead me down the hall to his room. He, thankfully, opened his door quickly and we were inside. I have no idea what the room looked like. I saw only a huge king-sized bed and him. Steve began immediately to kiss me, OMG his kisses were like lightening in an Arizona sky. They seemed to send electric in every direction, through my body from my lips to my toes. I felt a tingling everywhere in between and an unbelievable pull between my legs. We kissed for what seemed like forever and I couldn't get enough of him. I loved the way his body felt pressed against mine. I loved feeling the bulge of his hard cock pressed against my stomach. I loved it all, but I wanted more.

Steve seemed to want more too. He began pulling my blouse out of my skirt and reached up under it and unsnapped my bra. Still holding me close, his one hand cupped my bra and kneaded it while his thumb circled my nipple and teased the tip. My nipples beaded up instantly and I found myself grinding my hips against him, still wanting more. I reached down to undue his belt and he pulled my fingers away with the hand that had been holding onto me.

He began searching for the zipper on my skirt and I was so impatient to be rid of my clothes, I reached down myself and pulled the zipper down and let the skirt slide down over my hips, down my legs and to the floor. I then began unbuttoning my blouse and removed it and my bra while he stood watching. I now had on only my corset, stockings and panties and he seemed pleased with what he saw.

Lie down on the bed, he demanded roughly. I did what he said and he began unhooking my garters from the stockings. He was very adept at getting them undone in short order and he pulled the corset and my panties down and off my legs all together. Lying on my back looking up at him with only my black lace-topped stockings on, I argued that he was definitely overdressed.

He stood between my legs, never taking his eyes off me and began removing his shirt, undershirt and finally his pants. He left on his charcoal gray trunks that were so incredibly sexy -- all I wanted to do was suck his cock right through the material. They were slightly wet where he was obviously getting as wet for me as I was for him.

With that he pulled me down until my butt was close to the edge of the bed and without a word, he knelt down between my legs and began sucking on my pussy, his tongue flitting over my clit and delving inside sending my hips off the bed and pressing even more closely into his lips. I took one hand and began pulling gently on my nipple and clutched the mattress with the other hand. I'd never felt this good, this out of control. It hurt, it felt good it was unbelievable and then I shattered as I was suddenly shaken with the most intense orgasm of my life. Oh, it went on and I kept pumping my hips into his face while he continued to suck and lick my clit for what seemed like forever and not nearly long enough. I couldn't catch my breath, my heart was pounding so hard I thought it would literally pump out of my chest.

Now, I was no virgin. I'd had sex many times. But this, this was nothing like I'd ever experienced before.

I forced myself to sit up. I wrapped my hand around the significant bulge in Steve's briefs and thrilled at the thickness, how incredibly hard he was. I reached up and looped my thumbs in the elastic at the waist and gently pulled the material down and over the most beautiful cock I'd ever seen. I gently pushed Steve back from the bed while taking his briefs down to his ankles. He leaned on my slightly and stepped out of them. Taking advantage of his stepping back slightly, I pulled off the bed and knelt down before him. I wrapped my hand around his cock again, enjoying the silky feel of his steel hard rod and I leaned down and took his testicles in my mouth and sucked. After a moment I began licking my way up his cock from the base to the tip and then swirling my tongue around the edge and licked the drop of pre-cum off before taking the tip into my mouth and sucking on it gently. He groaned and with that little encouragement, I took the full length of him into my mouth and began slowly pumping it with my mouth while licking the length of his rod with my tongue. His hands went to my head and he gently pushed letting me know the experience was good for him too.

I kept sucking him, pumping him in and out of my mouth, switching the speed sometimes fast, sometimes slow reveling in the power I had over this particular ride. Suddenly, he pulled out of my mouth and pulled me up by the arms, throwing me onto the bed and turning me around. I barely got onto my knees when he thrust his hard cock into my wet pussy and began pumping, hard, fast. I felt him slamming my backside with his hips, his hands on my waist pulling me harder into each thrust as he filled me with his thickness. With no notice I suddenly felt my cunt contracting around him and squeezing him as he continued to pound into me when he groaned and thrust harder, deeper sending me over the top and filling me with his warm cum. Still again he pumped hard and I gloried in the fact that I was able to bring him to this. It was a heady experience and my cunt still strummed with every nerve ending on fire.

Finally, and all too soon, he pulled out leaving me with an immediate feeling of emptiness and he moved up on the bed and collapsed on his back, reaching to pull me into his embrace and we laid there arms and legs entangled as we tried to catch our breath, to return slowly to normal.

WOW! I remained in his arms for awhile, then I got up and went to the sink, wet a washcloth with warm water and returned to wipe him clean. I dried him with a hand towel and leaned over to kiss the tip of his now flaccid penis. "Thank you" I said as I went back to the bathroom to clean myself up before getting dressed and returning home for the night. He started to get up, but I leaned over him and placed a kiss gently on his lips. "No, stay where you are. I'll find my way out and see you in the morning." I finished dressing and slipped out the door while he had already drifted off to sleep.