A Husband's Wish

[Tibxo]

This is a story of a man's almost obsessive desire to see his wife in bed with another man and having to deal with the consequences when she finally does.

Burt, The Husband..............Tibvo
Abby, The Wife...................Maid of Marvels
Steve, The Lover................Yoc ODubhthaigh


This note that this is a Closed Thread so please no uninvited posts.

 

[Tibxo]

Burt Clifford, the Husband

"You will?"

Burt Clifford is sitting upright in bed, staring incrediously at his wife. At 41, maturity has made her as beautiful as ever with the large liquid eyes, the full lips and a bosom which still looks slightly out of proportion with the rest of her otherwise well proportioned 5.8" frame (though she often complained her ass is too big). With the short jet black hair and the flawless olive skin, no wonder she still gets noticed by other men.

"If that's what you really want me to do, Burt." She is saying, breaking through his reverie.

"Is it what you want? Really want?" She asks, looking up at him. Burt doesn't notice the sad expression she has on her face. He is too blown over after hearing what she has just said.

"Well, ye..." And he stops and thinks.

Does he really want her to do this? He asks himself. He can still pull out!

And a part of him, a small part, wants to, knowing what a stupid mistake he could be making. However, although the two of them have been happily married for the last 22 years since they met in college, it has always plagued him that that physically he is not very adequate, especially the way she looks. Being chubby and an inch shorter than she is (which becomes even more noticable when she is wearing heels), he has often wondered if she would be happy with a bigger (in all aspects), better looking guy. He knows her mother would.

And so, for the last year and a half, he has been trying to persuade her to have sex with someone else.

Surely she deserves to know what a real cock feels like?

No! They have to do this! See if she will still stay with him after she has slept with a better man.

Finding himself trembling, he gently says: "Yes I do.".

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Abigail Clifford

Abby picked up the mug of coffee and took a sip, shuddering. Ice cold! How long had she been sitting here? Glancing up at the clock, she noticed it was 10:15. Talk about a time warp -- Burt had left for the office two hours ago, and she'd been lost in thought ever since.

Abby emptied the mug in the sink and began washing the breakfast dishes. Fifteen years of marriage. Burt hadn't been her first, but he was her last, and she had never considered being unfaithful. Content with her life and happy with her husband, why would she even want to be with another man? Yet this is what he wanted. It just didn't make sense.

Straitlaced, loving, caring Burt Clifford wanted his wife to have a threesome. No. That wasn't exactly what he said, was it? He wanted to watch while she had sex with another man.

At first Abby had thought it was just a kink -- everyone had those. Nothing to be concerned about. A few too many drinks had loosened him up is all. By the fifth time, she began to realize he was serious, but she held out. By the twentieth, Abby knew she had to make a decision. This wasn't going away. Her husband was serious.

Last night she just couldn't bear the sadness in his eyes and the longing in his voice. It wasn't right -- morally or ethically -- yet she'd agreed. She had married him for better or worse and all she wanted to do was make her man happy.

 

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Burt

"Honey! Are you home?" Calls out his wife from downstairs.

"I'm up in the study!" He shouts back.

A few moments, Abby walks in, still pulling the scarf from her neck. Going over to him, she wraps her arms around him and pecks his cheek. His nostrals are soon assailed with her musky perfume.

"What are you doing?" She asks, looking at the computer screen in front of him. Her voice still breathless from her walk from the local school where she teaches part time. Before he can answer, she is already reading what is on the computer screen.

Even before his wife had agreed to sleep with another man, Burt has been scowering through the websites looking for likely candidates and had found a few. Today, he couldn't wait to get home to the computer call up the details of the one he liked the most.

On the screen is a portrait picture of a very good looking young black man, smartly dressed in a white t-shirt which does nothing to hide the muscular arms, bulging biceps and chest underneath. Underneath is a short blurb.

"Hi. I'm Steve. I'm 25 and 6 foot 5. I run my own business which pretty much kills any social life I may want to have and I'm looking for someone to love and have fun with. For the potential lover out there, I do need to warn you that I'm pretty big 'downstairs' and have known to scare off the odd potential lover. However, for those who have taken the 'plunge', it has been an experience they will never forget.

If you wish to contact me, send an email to my address below.

PS Photos are available on request."

Burt waits until his wife has finished reading...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Abby read what was obviously a personal ad, barely glancing at the picture which had been posted along side before standing upright. She kept her hands on Burt's shoulders, not trusting herself to be any closer at the moment.

Had he been that sure of her that he'd already begun to look before she accepted? Maybe not. No point jumping the gun, though something about it disturbed her enough that she had to measure the tone of her voice before speaking.

"Is this him? This Steve guy?"

Burt nodded.

"Well, he seems a little overconfident, if you know what I mean?"

Abby moved the cursor and highlighted I'm pretty big 'downstairs' and have been known to scare off the odd potential lover. She couldn't help wondering who was actually the odd one -- this Steve or the 'potential lover'.

"Is this the best way to choose someone, Burt? I mean how do we know this guy isn't some sort of axe-murderer or woman beater? Is there a way to have him checked out? Do I at least get to meet him in advance?"

"Dammit, Burt!" she said, slapping his shoulder. "It's just kind of scary for me is all."

Abby started to turn away and changed her mind. Maybe it would be better with a complete stranger after all. No strings. No attachments. She'd never have to see him again after it was over.

Slipping her arms back around his neck, she nuzzled at his neck. "I'm sorry, baby. Just jitters. You know how I am. What ever you decide is fine with me. How do we start?"

 

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Burt

For a moment, he thought she had second thoughts. He breathes a sigh of relief as he hears her apologise.

"I'm sorry, baby. Just jitters. You know how I am. What ever you decide is fine with me. How do we start?"

Turning his chair round, he looks up into his wife's doe-like eyes.

"It's my fault, darling. I didn't mean to push you like this." He kisses her lightly on the mouth. "Don't worry, I'm not going to ask you to go with someone you are not happy with. I have already emailed with Steve a few times and he seems a really genuine guy."

She looks at him in surprise but he chooses to ignore it.

"Anyway, I'm not suggesting we would invite him, or anyone else if you don't like him, here. Instead, he's suggested that we could go to this bar he knows so you two can talk. Then if that works out, arrange to meet up at a hotel or guest house some other time."

He pauses and gets up.

"Abby, why not have a look at his profile. If you don't like him, we can look for someone else."

Seeing her nodding, he leaves her to go to the john...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Abby

Abby reached for the mouse to close the window when Burt left the room, but curiosity got the better of her and she found herself scrolling through Steve's profile as she slowly moved around the chair and eased herself into it. At first glance he had appeared to be narcissistic, even boastful -- and then she found the link to the pictures.

They had just finished loading when Burt came back into the study. This time it was his turn to stand behind her, hands on her shoulders as she looked.

"Do you like it, Abby?" He asked quietly, his lips against her ear, his hands sliding down over her breasts; raising her nipples and playing with them through the thin material of her blouse and bra.

"This really can't be him, can it? I mean... No one is really that big."

Burt lowered his mouth to her neck. "Imagine how it will feel inside you, Abby. Big and hard." He let one hand trail further down, catching the hem of her skirt and pulling it up.

"Burt?" Abby's voice was smokey with desire. She was mesmerized by the pictures and at the same time concentrating on her husband's hand as it crept up her thigh.

"Uh huh... "

His fingers had reached the gusset of her panties, and Abby couldn't help but moan as he traced along her slit.

"So wet, Abby. Can you picture that cock spreading your pussy as he fucks you?"

She knew by the sound of her husband's voice that he was turned on. Well, so was she -- but she was turned on by Burt's arousal more than she was by the pictures on the monitor. Does he know that? Or does he think it's this guy on the comp who is making me so wet?

Abby didn't utter a sound, not wanting to break the spell as her husband's fingers slipped beneath her panties and into her slick wetness. It was Burt that was turning her on -- Wasn't it? Maybe it didn't matter. All she wanted to do was make her man happy.

"I want to watch him fuck you, Abby. I want to watch you cum for him. Hear you... "

Unable to stop herself, Abby cried out softly as his fingers began to expertly circle her clit. "For you, love. All for you... " she murmured, grinding her pussy against her husband's hand.

 

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Burt

"I'm still not sure about this." His wife is saying to him as they sit at a table in a bar. Even Burt must admit that he can't believe what they are doing.

Three hours ago, they had been in his study with Abby looking at Steve's picture while he was feeling her, not believing how aroused she felt. In a mad impulse, he found himself phoning the number under the picture and talking directly to Steve himself, while Abby was looking at him gobsmacked.

Burt had found Steve a pleasant guy who worked as a travelling salesman going from town to town. That was the main reason why he had joined the site.; being on the move all the time, he didn't have the time to find new friends and girlfriends. Meeting people through the website was the next best thing.

When Steve heard that Abby and Burt were only in the next town from where he was staying in, he had suggested that they come over for a meal that night - his treat.

"I'm not sure. This is all very sudden." Burt had said.

"I am not suggesting that I sleep with your wife." Steve had answered. "The fact is that I think we all need to meet before we can make that type of decision."

Burt couldn't have argued with that. Even so, Abby was still very hesitant. So Steve talked to her.

Now they are in the bar, opposite the hotel he is stayig in.

"I'm still not sure about this." Abby says.

"We can't back out now, darling." Burt says, taking his wife's hand in his. "It would be rude. Besides, it's only dinner."

There is a cough behind them.

"Abby and Burt?" A deep voice asks. They both recognise the voice on the phone.

Getting up and facing him, Burt is shocked to see the size of the man-mountain standing in front of them.

"Hi. I am Steve." The huge black man (he must be at least 6ft 6in) says with a large grin, revealing a row of perfect white teeth that stands out brillantly against the deep black of his skin. Even Burt has to admit that this man is incredibly attractive and feels a tinge of jealousy.

"Errm." Burt says, finding his voice at last. "Hello, Steve."...

 

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Steve

The phone call could not have come at a better time. Thanks to a hectic schedule, he had not had time to make any "social" arrangement and had almost resigned himself to spending an evening in his hotel room watching one of the adult pay-per-view channels.

Crossing the road, Steve made to enter the bar. He is looking forward to meeting the couple, or rather the woman. From what the husband, Burt?, had said, Abby is supposedly a very attractive woman although he will judge that for himself. The fact is that his libido is working over time and he is dying for a fuck. A long one. Even if she is only halfway decent, she will do.

Besides all women look the same lying on the back in a dark bedroom!

Smiling at his little joke, he goes in.

"Abby and Burt?" He says in his deep voice to the couple that are sitting in the table specifically chosen by him. He enjoyed the looks on their faces (especially the woman's) when they see the size of him.

"Hi. I am Steve."

"Errm." The husband says. "Hello, Steve."

"You must be Burt." Steve shakes him by the hand, watching with hidden amusement as his paw literally swallows up the white man's.

Now for the prize.

"And you must be Abby?" He says as he turns his attention to the wife. He is not disappointed in what he sees as his eyes takes in her face with her olive skin before rolling down her full body, noting the large chest, slightly thick waist and plump hips. With an estimated height to be just under six feet (with heels on), he can see that she is a woman worthly of his attention.

"Right!" He says, clashing his large hands together. "Someone at the hotel has recommended this little restuarant just around the corner. Shall we go?"

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Abby

Steve assured them that it wasn't far so they walked together companionably, Abby between the two men. It was quite a contrast, to say the least. They looked like a set of stairs -- Burt being several inches shorter than herself because of her heels and Steve several inches taller. Irregardless, she was quite proud to walk arm in arm with the man she thought to be the handsomest of the two, her husband Burt.

Oh yes, Steve was good looking. She figured he probably knew it too. That was one of the things that endeared her husband to her, though. He was handsome but didn't realize it. And that was one of the things that had gotten them to where they were just now.

Steve was right. The restaurant wasn't far. Abby looked up at the sign and winced as Steve held the door. La Habanera. Mexican. It wasn't that Burt didn't like Mexican -- he was just a meat-and-potatoes kind of man. Old-fashioned and traditional meals were his preference. Also something that Abby had always loved about him.

"I hope you like Mexican?"

"Love it," Abby answered, not wanting to seem impolite. "Don't we, Burt?"

Quite crowded for a weekday, she thought as the hostess led them to a table, where somehow in the shuffle, she ended up sitting beside Steve instead of Burt. Abby wasn't quite sure how she felt about that, but she supposed she shouldn't be particular. After all, the purpose of this meeting was for her to get to know Steve and decide whether she would have sex with him. So how come she felt like a butcher looking over his wares?

Abby ordered a margarita when asked; Burt opting for a beer while Steve chose mineral water. Their choices for entrees were also strikingly different -- Abby ordered coconut shrimp with mango sauce, while Burt chose arroz con pollo and Steve was somewhere in between -- a sampler platter.

Once again, despite her reluctance to do so, the differences between the two men -- aside from the obvious ones -- were quite glaring.

 

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Burt

The evening is a strange one for Burt, mixed with an incredible excitement.

Like on the phone, Steve comes over in an easily, friendly manner which relaxes him and his wife. At first, Steve addresses himself to the both of them. But as the evening wears on, he slowly notices that the black man's attention focuses more and more on Abby. Not that he sees her objecting any, especially when they both find out that they have a common love for art and dancing. Two things he never had an interest in even though he had tried.

After the dinner, Burt excuses himself and goes to the toilet while Steve orders dessert. Coming back, he sees them engrossed in yet another conversation with the two of them smiling and laughing.

Is it his imagination or are they sitting closer together?

They seem not to even notice is presence as his sits down until a few minutes later, his wife turns and smiles at him before returning her attention back to their host.

After that, he sits there watching them, giving an occasional smile or laugh when one of them looks in his direction. He has also noticed that they have started to touch each other. Innocently of course. His wife has always been a tactile person, especially when relaxed, but he does wonder if she realises that she is doing it with Steve?

He can feel the excitement gripping him as he continues to observe the two of them. Wondering what they would look like in bed together...

 

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Steve

At the dinner table, Steve smoothly charms the Cliffords, all the while his real attention being focused on the wife. While he asks stragetic questions to ascertain her interests and loves, he slowly examines the woman he will be bedding tonight. Nor does his second, more thorough examination disappoints him.

Abby Clifford is a handsome woman with a full body (he can see that her breasts are going to be a big handful even for him). He gets the impression that she is a passionate woman and he wonders if her husband has managed to release that passion. He looks at her husband and wonders if he realises what he is letting both him and his wife in for.

Quickly finding out that she is into dancing and art, he starts to move in., using his knowledge and apparent interest in her as a warrior would use a finely honed sword.

By the time they have finished their desserts, he can subtly see that his efforts has been a success. Even though she may not yet admit it to herself, the woman is clearly attracted to him.

Now for stage 2.

"Damn!" He says as he feels inside his inside jacket pocket.

"What's the matter?" Abby asks.

"I'm terribly sorry. In my rush to see you, I have obviously left my wallet in my hotel room." He says apologetically.

Abby gives him a brilliant smile.

"Oh that's okay. We will pay. Won't we, Burt?"

"Thank you though I insist on reimbursing you." Steve says.

"You don't have to, Steve. We have had a lovely time." Chimes the wife.

"No, Abby. I said I will pay for this meal and I will be offended if you don't let me. We only need to go back to my hotel room. It will only take a few minutes." Steve grins.

Nor does he accepts Abby's or Burt's protests. Finally they agree to come back with him.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Abby

Dinner had indeed been pleasant, even if her husband had been a little quiet. That wasn't unusual for Burt, but she did wish that he would have joined in the conversation a little more. He'd probably have a lot to say after they got home. After all, Burt had said this was just a meeting to see if she liked Steve and nothing more.

When Steve discovered that he had left his wallet at the hotel, she felt a slight twinge of unease. Her first instinct was to say yeah, sure but decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. Burt seemed genuinely pleased with his "choice" and she didn't want to name him a deadbeat without being sure. Besides, Abby thought, she really did like the man.

The ice broken over dinner, Abby once again walked between the two men, this time slipping her hands into each of their proffered arms. This whole thing was all a little surreal and she couldn't resist saying "Lions and tigers and bears... " as they set off toward Steve's hotel, hoping they wouldn't stay long. She and Burt needed to discuss the next step. Besides -- what if Steve wasn't interested in her?

"Well, here we are." Steve smiled down at Abby and over at Burt as he led them inside and toward the elevators. "I'm on the top floor but it's a quick ride and then we can have a cognac and relax a bit after that meal. It was good, wasn't it?"

Burt murmured something about Steve not really having to reimburse him as he slipped the keycard into the slot and opened the door. Abby tried to stifle a gasp. It wasn't just a room, it was a suite; with a small kitchenette, a living/dining room and an open door which obviously led to the bedroom. Either Steve was more than he'd let on or he had a great expense account. Maybe he meant to pay after all.

"It's lovely," she said with a smile, noticing that both men were now staring at her.

 

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Steve

The black man grins at the woman's response.

"I will get you your drinks."

Going into the next room so he isn't observed, Steve pours out two glasses of his cognac. In one he breaks open and empties a sache of powder, mixing the drink afterwards so that there is no trace left. For the third glass, he fills it with coloured water.

"Here you are." He says returning with the drinks on the tray. Carefully, he hands the first cognac to Abby while the the powered drink goes to her husband. Leaving the coloured water for himself.

"Nice!" Chokes Burt as he takes a mouthful.

"It's is one of my favourites." Steve replies, offering them a seat. The husband takes the arm chair, leaving his wife to sit on the sofa. He joins her.

"Well, Abby." He says, after drinking to a toast. "Now that you have met me. Am I what you expected me to be like?"

 

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Burt

On entering Steve's suite, he had felt a tinge of jealousy. He and his mother-in-law has never got on eye-to-eye. On numerous times, she had made it quite clear that he wasn't good enough for her, particularly on how much he earned. Seeing this suite, it is obvious this man earns a packet.

Now sitting opposite them, he can clearly see in the brighter light (compared to the restuarant) what a handsome couple his wife and Steve make. Another tinge of jealousy shoots which only excites him more.

"Well, Abby." Steve is asking her. "Now that you have met me. Am I what you expected me to be like?"

Burt takes another mouthful of his drink as he listens...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Abby

What exactly had she expected him to be like? Steve had seemed a little too sure of himself in his online profile, though the pics he'd posted... Abby squeezed her thighs together, recalling Burt's hand between her legs, touching her as they looked at them together. She had cum so hard.

Abby felt a flush creep across her face, hoping once again that they'd go home soon to discuss Steve and perhaps there would be a little more of the same. What was she like? A margarita and a few sips of cognac and she'd turned into some sort of nympho. Alcohol always did have that affect on her -- she just hoped Steve didn't notice. She was positive that Burt would though.

"Well?" Steve's eyes bored into her as he waited for her answer.

Glancing over at Burt, who was beginning to look quite comfortable in the chair he'd chosen, Abby turned back to Steve. "Truth?"

"Truth. Oh, and hold that thought for a moment," he said with a wink and placed his finger over her lips gently. "I'll be right back."

Burt watched the large black man walk away before turning his attention to his wife for a minute. "Happy, Abby? Do you think... " he asked quietly.

"If you are, love. But we'll have to... "

"Have to what?" Abby looked up at Steve who had returned and opened his wallet to hand Burt a fifty and two twenties. "There. That ought to cover it. I almost forgot. My apologies."

Burt thanked him, putting the money away without protest. With it went one of the things that had made Abby hesitant about Steve. Perhaps he really had left his wallet behind after all.

"Now, then." Steve sat back down, placing his arm along the back of the couch behind her. "Tell me what you think, Abby. Truth."

"I... like you." Was it her imagination or was he sitting closer than he had been before? "This has probably been one of the most enjoyable evenings I've had in a long while. Erm... we've had. Right, honey?"

She turned to smile at her husband only to see that he had that glazed look that always preceeded him falling asleep. "Honey?"

"Maybe we should be going. Burt and I have both had a very long day."

Steve leaned a little closer and traced her jawline with one long, slender fingertip. "At least finish your drink, Abby. A couple more minutes won't make any difference."

His touch was electric, sending shivers throughout her body. If this is what it felt like when all he had done was touch her face, what would... Feeling a twinge of guilt for her naughty thought, Abby squeezed her legs together again. She wanted, no needed to get home so that she could make love with her husband.

 

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Steve

"At least finish your drink, Abby. A couple more minutes won't make any difference." He says, slowly leaning forward and tracing her firm jawline.

He notes with satisfaction her reaction to his touch. He can see by her pupil dilation that she is already sexually aroused.

"Soon." He thinks to himself as he feels his body reacting at the prospect of joining with this woman.

That is what all this is about.

Challenge! Ownership!

It is easy to seduce any woman. But to seduce someone who is happily married, someone who would never dream to cheat on her husband, who is so in love with her husband that she would do anything for him. That is the challenge.

When he first met the Cliffords, he could see that this was the case. Abby had no interest in sleeping with someone else, that he could easily tell. Obviously her blind fool of a husband, not realising what he has, has kept on at her until she finally agreed. Maybe even to show him how much she loves him by performing this sacrifice.

Fucking idiots!

He will enjoy taking this doting wife away from the husband, to make her fall for him instead. By the time they realise their mistake, if they realise their mistake, it will be too late. She will be his and the husband will be completely powerless.

He sees her blushing as he stares at her long and hard.

"I am sorry." He says with a false awkness. "It's just that you are a very lovely woman."

Her blush deepens.

"I wonder..." He starts. "I know we agreed that this would just be a talk. But I have been dying to kiss you all night."

"Err.." He knows she is going to object, her uneasiness clear as she looks towards her husband for help.

"May I, Burt? I usually don't do this on the first meeting but your wife's so beautiful." He looks over to Burt but he already knows the fool's reaction's going to be.

"I-if my wife wants to."

Inside, Steve laughs.

Doesn't he realises that she doesn't but she will do it for him?

"Well..?" He whispers to Abby, his eyes locked on her full lips as his mouth moves closer.

 

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Burt

He watches them as they talk, noticing how close Steve is to his wife and seeing him touch her face. Nor does she seem to mind.

In fact she seems to like his attention?

A strange tingle runs his spine.

"I am sorry." Steve is telling her. "It's just that you are a very lovely woman."

He sees his wife is blushing.

"I wonder... I know we agreed that this would just be a talk. But I have been dying to kiss you all night."

Steve's words causes his heart to almost burst through his chest in excitement. Although they had agreed to only to talk, a part of him (a large part) had wanted something to happen. Maybe possibly Steve would sweep her off her feet?

"Err.." He sees his wife looking at him. Obviously uncomfortable with Steve's suggestion and he knows he should step in, help her. But something keeps him silent in his chair.

"May I, Burt?" Steve asks him. "I usually don't do this on the first meeting but your wife's so beautiful."

Again he sees his wife looking at him, mouthing his name. In retrospect, he realises that she could have been asking him to say 'no'. Instead he says: "I-if my wife wants to."

Abby flashes him a look before she turns to face Steve, who is whispering something to her but he can't quite tell what.

He feels his throat going suddenly go dry. He remembers that when they first met, it had taken him four dates before Abby would allow him to kiss her. Now this black man is trying to do the same thing only hours after they have met him...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Abby flashed a glance at her husband when Steve asked permission to kiss her. Kissing. She hadn't considered that they would kiss. To Abby, kissing was somehow far more intimate than having sex. More... personal.

"I-if my wife wants to."

Her heart pounced at his reply. She hadn't really expected Burt to leave it to her. She had thought that they would go home and discuss everything first. That he would ask her how she felt -- find out if she was willing to go further with this man or whether they would look for someone other. Abby sighed.

Steve's mouth was mere inches away from her own as he whispered, "Well?"

What could she do? Burt would be disappointed if she flat out turned Steve down, perhaps ruining any chance of them going further -- if they agreed he would be the one. Perhaps a small kiss wouldn't do any harm? Then they could go home and talk it over. Yes. That would be a perfect way to end the evening, she thought. Just a small one.

Steve repeated his question, his breath warm on her lips before raising his eyes. Nodding her assent, his lips brushed lightly, gently over hers as his arms enfolded her, drawing her closer.

Relieved by the brevity of his kiss, she didn't expect the one that followed -- a deep, sensuous soul kiss that took her breath away with a promise of much, much more. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Was it? Despite her surprise, Abby found herself melting into Steve without even realizing.

 

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Steve

As soon as he sees her nod, his thick lips are brushing her full ones, his arm already pulling her to him.

For a moment, he savours the taste of Abby's lips but then it is on to the business of starting to reel her in. Bringing his large hand behind her head, he meshes his mouth with hers, feeling her respond as he slowly eats her mouth, feeling his own primeval urge building within him, an urge that will only allow this woman to leave once it has been sated in between her legs.

Just as he starts to feel her being to really respond, he pulls back, breaking their lip contact with a wet smack and a gasp from Abby. Looking at her face, he sees that she has that glassy look, her reddened lips open as she sucks in air.

"Do you care for a dance?" He whispers to her.

"Wha...?" He can see that she has been disorientated by the kiss but offers little resistance as he pulls her to the floor.

"But t-there's no music." She gasps as he takes her into his arms, their bodies already starting to sway in tune to a non-existent song.

"I know." He smiles as he holds her to him, his well-trained cock remaining flaccid, as if it knows now is not the time to reveal its true potential to this latest conquest.

He sees her looking around his broad shoulder at her husband.

"Don't worry about him." He whispers, making sure that only they can hear. "Enjoy yourself. He is."

And as to emphasise what he just said, he gently starts to nuzzle into her neck.

 

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Burt

Burt can hardly move as his cock transforms into an instant erection as he sees Steve and Abby kiss.

Absentmindedly, he wonders if she has ever kissed a black man before, especially since he is the second man she has ever dated and was a virgin before they got married.

Expecting the kiss to be a brief one, he looks on in complete amazement as they continue, the wet smacking of their lips filling the otherwise completely silent room.

It is happening! He thinks to himself, the excitement overwealming. His wife is kissing another man!

Excitement is quickly replaced by disappointment as they finally break. But it doesn't last as he sees Steve pulling his lovely wife to her feet and start dancing against her as if in a nightclub.

Oh God!

He can feel the blood rushing through his ears, his erection so hard that it feels like it is going to shatter.

Abby's eyes suddenly locks on his and the look of concern, maybe even fear that she gives him instantly sobers him up and for the first time, he starts to question what is actually happening.

My God! What are we doing? What am I making my wife do?

But before he can respond, the eye contact is broken as he sees Steve nuzzle her neck...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Feeling slightly lightheaded, Abby recognized the early signs of arousal in herself as their bodies swayed to music heard only in their imagination. Steve was a wonderful dancer, something Burt has never been overfond of, and she couldn't help wondering what it would be like to dance with him if there were indeed something to dance to.

"Enjoy yourself. He is," Steve whispered against her neck as he began to nuzzle softly.

Struggling to remain in control of her emotions, Abby bit her tongue to keep from making a sound. She never could resist when Burt nibbled on her neck. Especially there... How did Steve know? Did Burt tell him? What else had her husband told this man about her?

Suddenly Steve turned them. Had he done it on purpose so that she could see Burt's reaction? Hoping that her husband would call a halt to this whole thing, Abby caught his eye -- but what she saw there before Steve turned them yet again told her it was obviously not to be. Burt had begun to shift in his chair, and the look in his heavily lidded eyes was one of undeniable arousal.

This time she couldn't stop the soft moan that escaped her lips. Knowing that Burt was turned on made her tingle all over. She wanted him -- wanted Burt. Wanted him between her legs. Touching her. Filling her. Soothing the aching need that was slowly building.

It was Burt she wanted -- not this substitute for him. Wasn't it? Abby closed her eyes and tried to concentrate as Steve pulled her body tightly against his own.

 

[Yoc]

Steve

Keeping Abby's back to her husband, Steven moves up and sucks on her earlobe.

"I-I am not sure about this." Though her gasp tells him that she likes it, or rather her body does.

Judging that Burt cannot hear what they are whispering about, he pushes on with his seduction.

"Burt likes it. You should see his face." Again he sucks on her ear and this time Abby makes a louder moan.

"But w-we agreed..." She whispers as he continues to work on her. "..that we would just talk..ohhh." The last sigh is when Steve drills the tip of the tongue into the ear itself.

"I promise you that nothing will happen." He lies. "Just consider this as a warm up for next time. If you two agree to it that is."

His mouth becomes muffled as he then works back onto her neck down underneath her chin.

 

[Tibxo]

Burt

Burt sits there as the dance into something more more erotic, watching Steve start to make open advances to his wife.

The first time was with her permission. But this...?

 

[susan__32]

one room over

Susan had experienced yet another awful day of business travel. A full body pat-down in airport security, delayed flights, and poor quality food. At least the hotel was proving to be nice. Turning from the check in counter, she noticed a group of people entering an elevator. Picking up her luggage, she rushed to try to catch their attention. The two men and a woman, however, seemed lost in their own conversation. As the elevator doors closed, Susan caught the eye of the very tall, handsome black man as he leaned close to the cute middle-age woman.

Pushing the call button, Susan sighed as the doors of another car opened. Stepping in and pushing her floor, she tried to massage some of the stiffness from her neck.

Reaching her floor, she walked out of the elevator and turned down the hall. Just as the trio she had spotted before entered a room. Susan noticed the somewhat dejected stance of the short, portly white man - and wondered what the deal was.

Continuing down the hall, she realized her room was next to the one the trio entered. Without much thought she used the key card and entered.

Tossing her bag and luggage aside, she walked into the spacious bathroom and began to draw a tub of hot water. Undressing slowly as steam filled the room, a glimmer of understanding came to her. "I wonder," she thought, "if that couple had hooked up with that big stallion for some fun...." Laughing at the improbability of it all, Susan slipped into the tub and soon found herself feeling much better.

The tension drained from her body as the hot water caressed her. As she often did, she began to softly touch her voluptious body. Cupping and squeezing her over-sized soft breasts, teasing along her full flanks and hips, and finally exploring the smooth, pouty lips between her plump thighs.

After several minor orgasms, she knew she was going to need some more intense satisfaction tonight. Draining the water, she towled off and opened her luggage, removing the large, realistic dildo her husband Jon had purchased for just such occasions.

Pulling back the bedspread, Susan reclined on the soft pillows, only to hear the soft beat of music from the room next door. Slowly running her tongue along the thick, long toy, she thought to herself, this evening could get interesting indeed.. who would have thought the walls of such a fine hotel would transmit sound so clearly.