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Lisa's Important Decision

By: Day Dreaming



Author's Note:

Good versus evil…dark side against the force.

This is a story about feelings. Feelings about good and bad. In this story is chronicled one woman's struggle to balance faithfulness, obedience and passion as she chooses between virtue and the excitement of the moment. Written primarily for the fairer sex, this tale should also be enjoyed by men who have an interest in a woman's emotional side.

Impatient readers among us can pick up the action beginning on Test Question #8 because foremost this is a story about making choices.

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The Fork in the Road

Lisa had been a beautiful and wonderful wife to me, but lately I had struggled with a problem that I believed could collapse our marriage. We had reached a decision point in our life together. Lisa would need to choose the path we would now take. And there was one other concern that kept rattling around in my head.

What follows is an account of the events that led to Lisa's moment of truth, the difficult choice she made, and the results of her decision.

To understand Lisa's logic, one must know a little about her. Lisa is a woman who is exceptional in many ways... with both a striking inner beauty and a special physical attractiveness. Long ago Lisa had demonstrated her personal virtue to me. She is a volunteer docent at the art museum in town, she is active in our church, she is very supportive of both families and friends, and she is a very loving wife.

Her serious side is balanced by a fun-loving nature. Lisa enjoys dancing. She is both athletic and graceful. We have been regulars at a couple of dance clubs in town for some time. And Lisa is not a shy woman. She will throw a barb right back at someone who thinks they can take advantage of her.

Lisa's joyful spirit is matched by an equally captivating female magnetism. Her long curly hair, delicate facial features, and well-toned body draw attention. Unruly tresses frame expressive eyes and full lips. At times her gaze can be piercingly direct, but most often her eyes are softly warm and inviting. Women are attracted to Lisa because of the depth of feeling they can see in her.

Men also notice Lisa because of her large milky breasts perched on a tight, youthful stomach. Her surprisingly small waist flares dramatically to firm rounded hips. Lisa fills a pair of jeans enticingly, from the inviting curve of her bottom to a zipper which leads a man's eyes to the mystery between her thighs. And at 5'-7", she possesses a pair of shapely long legs that contrast sensuously with the curvaceous woman they support.

The museum where Lisa volunteers has benefited from Lisa's participation in their docent program. When Lisa wears a tight blouse and her usual hip-hugging denims, museum tour attendance soars. Lisa's tours begin and neophyte art-lovers are drawn in by Lisa's warm presence and sparkling eyes.

At one point in most tours, Lisa will stand before a reproduction of Michelangelo's David and describe the piece for visitors. Some claim that at just that moment David's masculinity becomes even harder than the stone out of which it has been sculpted. Glancing back and forth between captivating Lisa and this statue of a nude young man has caused enlargements in many of the museum's male patrons. Lisa's coworkers have secretly dubbed this "Moanin' for Lisa". They occasionally join a portion of her tour just to gauge Lisa's impact on her guests. Lisa has proved to be a wonderful advocate for the arts.

Even with all of Lisa's charm and inner beauty, after a few years of marriage I found myself looking at other women occasionally. It was hard not to when I was dancing with these sexy young vixens week after week. The thoughts that accompanied these looks were exciting me, but they were also making me feel pretty bad.

I wasn't exactly a virgin when we married, but I hadn't strayed once Lisa and I finally committed to one another. Still, I kept having these evil intentions. Even with the thoughts that kept surfacing, I knew I could not and would not pursue another woman's company without my wife's knowledge. Hence the problem I saw for our marriage. It finally became clear to me that Lisa would need to decide whether or not we would ever open our life together to include others. It would not be an easy question for me to ask, but once Lisa made her choice, her word would be final. And Lisa's decision would likely impact our marriage in more ways than one.

Setting Up the Test

I own an advertising agency, and with my marketing background I am well versed in framing questions to get a desired answer. In this case, I wasn't sure exactly what answer I was looking for. I was certain I knew what Lisa would say if asked the question directly. But I wanted Lisa to feel the same temptations I was feeling. I decided to put her in a difficult situation, making sure she understood the choice she would be making, and then see how she reacted. I wanted this to be a fair test for her, but on the other hand, I wanted it to be decisive. I didn't want to keep wondering whether one or both of us would be thinking about broadening our sexual horizons in the future. So this would need to be a fair but… how can this be put best… stiff test.

Selecting the man to test Lisa would prove to be one of the most important decisions I would ever make. After considerable thought, I chose my new advertising account executive Justin to test Lisa's resolve. Justin had just come to us from California. He had recently completed college, had put aside his surfboard, and was now beginning his professional marketing career. Justin was certainly handsome enough to catch Lisa's eye. He still had that California surfer look to him: a shaggy mop of sugar blond hair, a dark complexion that should have been impossible on a young man with hair so fair, and a carpet of sun-bleached down on his arms, chest and legs. At 6'-2", he was slightly taller than me. He was also a little more muscular, and had a much more well-defined six pack.

His general physical attractiveness aside, Justin possessed two special features that drew the attention of many women. First, he possessed the firm round butt that most women secretly crave to touch. Second, he had cool blue eyes and boyish facial features that could project a disarming look of innocence. He used this perception of virtue to close many a sale… both with clients and with young women late at night in his apartment. Unbeknownst to me at the time, Justin also differed from me in a way that would ultimately influence the results of my test. Justin's slender hips supported a very large male invitation that he had become adept at using to drive women wild.

In addition to his youthful good looks, I also chose Justin because he was a marketer. He knew how to sell. He would be able to put forth a persuasive pitch. I would later learn that Lisa's decision was indeed influenced in part by his slick salesmanship… but also in some measure by the size of the plaything between his legs.

Selecting Justin was of course not the same as having him agree to my little plan. Over drinks one night, I broached the subject with him. He was enthusiastic from the start. Perhaps too enthusiastic. Even though new to our firm, Justin had already etched in his mind an image of the sexy woman who had adorned my arm at our recent Christmas party. I was offering him a chance at getting into this gorgeous lady's pants. He tried to stay cool, but I could sense that he couldn't believe his good fortune at landing this assignment. I warned him there were no guarantees about what might happen between them. It was simply a test, and could have any number of outcomes. Lisa had been a loyal wife to me for some time now. He shouldn't be disappointed if she refused his advances.

Without stating the obvious, we both knew that Justin had been quite successful with women. With the opportunity to take full advantage of my wife, he would use all of his skill to press her to her sensual limit… and he hoped beyond. He didn't share his thoughts with me about this, but Justin felt quite confident that with proper preparation, my wife would eagerly invite him to have his way with her. Being able to tell Lisa that her husband wanted her to succumb to him would be just an insurance policy in Justin's sexual sales pitch. Right there in the bar, his thoughts about the probable outcome caused a sizable tent to grow in Justin's slacks. He was already imagining his cock pressed into the warm opening between Lisa's thighs.

With the players in my market test now established, I started to make arrangements for the test itself. A month from now, I had a week of meetings scheduled with a prominent client in Miami Beach. I assigned Justin to join me. Then I offered Lisa the chance to catch some early spring sun on the Gold Coast. She accepted eagerly. The scene was set for Lisa to make a big decision for our future. It was not by chance that Lisa would be mid-cycle when she was asked to choose between fidelity and passion.

Test Question 1: Does the subject envision herself being a 'bad girl' as well as a 'good girl'?

Justin, Lisa and I arrived in Miami Beach on a Monday. Justin and I spent the day getting background from our client on the new advertising campaign. Lisa spent her first day in Florida sunning beside the pool. We agreed to have dinner together and then celebrate our first night on the Gold Coast in one of the trendy night clubs near our hotel. For the evening Lisa wore one of her favorite cocktail dresses. It was a dress that clung warmly to her slender figure and rounded breasts, but it was not cut provocatively. I anticipated that some people would notice Lisa in this dress, but she probably wouldn't be the focus of attention she was so often at home.

The mood over dinner was as bubbly and festive as the two bottles of wine we consumed. We were all looking forward to the next few days, each for our own reasons. Once Lisa had loosened up somewhat, Justin and I embarked on a prearranged conversation. At first the topic was recent movies. Soon we were talking about Moulin Rouge, dancing girls and a sensuous Nicole Kidman.

I began to flesh out the theme that we had actually intended to develop. "As sexy as Nicole is in Moulin Rouge, not many women could pull off that role, could they? Justin, what do you suppose makes one woman seem so hot while another equally beautiful woman projects an image that is just… nice?"

Justin replied. "Let me get this straight… you're asking what makes Nicole so attractive to a single man like me? Julia Roberts so seductive in "Pretty Woman"? Madonna so smolderingly hot no matter what she's doing?" Justin paused in mock reflection. "I don't think it's that hard to figure out. Some women are confident in their sexuality and choose to project it. They enjoy the attention they receive from men. They enjoy being considered to be 'bad girls'."

"But you know that's simply Hollywood hype," Lisa retorted. "In real life, women are more reserved… more ladylike." She emphasized her point with a delicate lilt of the head.

Justin now responded to Lisa. "I know a lot of people would say that, Lisa, but how does a woman like Michelle, the 'real life' secretary in our office, fit into that supposition? From what I've seen and heard, Michelle's one very wild woman. No one in the office could imagine keeping up with her sexual escapades. But who do the women flock around to vicariously share in her adventures? Michelle. It looks to me as though they want to be 'bad' like Michelle. They just don't have the courage." Lisa was now paying full attention.

"I suppose there's some truth in what he's saying, Lisa," I interjected. "Think about your friend Tiffany. She's as sexy as a fox in heat, she has a satisfied smile permanently etched on her face, and men seem to be fighting for her attention constantly. Don't get me wrong… I'm not saying a woman should go around being naughty all of the time. I just think every woman has some 'bad girl' in her. In some women the 'bad girl' comes out more strongly and more often than in others. But I know all women want to be naughty from time to time." I looked directly into Lisa's eyes and concluded, "Even you, Lisa." And with that I gave her a knowing wink.

The seed had been planted. Lisa was soaking in what we had just said, but only in general terms. It was now up to Justin to water the seed with specifics, to nurture it, and to make it grow. We two men started to sprout right there as we imagined what might happen in the days to come. Justin in particular hoped that the sexy flower before him would bloom in Miami Beach, and that he would be the one to pollinate its blossoms.

Test Question 2: Would the subject be a 'bad girl' on the first night of her test?

We headed to the club, sucked down a couple of cocktails, and Lisa sashayed me onto the dance floor. It soon became her home away from home. After a couple of quick-tempoed numbers, I noticed that space was developing around us. People nearby were backing away to watch Lisa prance and twirl.

Lisa was recognized as an accomplished dancer in part because of her athleticism and the wonderful flexibility in her womanly torso. But on the dance floor she also drew attention because it was apparent that she secretly loved to show off her splendid body and her well-oiled moves. With her voluptuous breasts and slender hips painting sensuous patterns in the air, she never lacked for an audience. And with the alcohol she had consumed tonight, she was performing without reservation. This was as 'bad' as Lisa could get, I thought.

As her jiggling headlights pitched and swayed and her sensuous hips bumped and twisted, men around us became entranced. Not all were willing to simply watch however. Two different bold men tried to cut in. They were not at all subtle in their attempts to push me aside and get close to the most attractive woman on the hardwood.

I fought to maintain my position and shouted to her over a booming bass, "Honey, you're drawing a lot of attention tonight. You must be giving off powerful vibes. Are you feeling especially naughty tonight?" Lisa gave me the dagger look in reply. She stayed close to me for the next few minutes, but there was no doubt that Lisa was enjoying the starring role in her own production number.

Test Question 3: Would a 'bad girl' tease a man other than her husband?

I directed her back to the relative safety of our table, and a waiting Justin… and two attractive young women who had appeared out of nowhere.

"Justin, watch over Lisa for me, won't you? I have a couple of calls to make." By unspoken gesture, Lisa begged me to stay. I instead turned toward the lobby. Lisa glanced around the room to assess her situation. Because of her uninhibited display, a number of men had followed my young wife back to our table with their eyes. Now that I was gone, they were appraising her and looking for a chance to make an overture. Suddenly Lisa was feeling very alone. She was surrounded by a group of agitated men, many of whom wanted to know Lisa (and her sumptuous body) much better.

Her only security was Justin, but he was a man with whom she was not very familiar. And he was currently occupied by a pair of attractively outfitted competitors for his interest. Lisa would have difficulty gaining his attention, let alone focusing it on her concerns.

A stocky native with slicked-back hair and an open-fronted shirt approached and invited Lisa to dance. He attempted to physically draw her onto the dance floor. Lisa would have none of it. Justin made no move to intercede. As the first man sidled away, Lisa noticed another prospective suitor closing on their table. She recognized this Romeo as one of the men who had tried to force himself between her husband and herself only moments ago. He would be difficult to deal with. Lisa needed to gain Justin's attention… quickly!

With little time to formulate a plan, Lisa initiated the most fundament ploy to catch a man's interest. She began to use her bountiful charms to draw Justin's eyes to her. She innocently stroked her hands through her hair and pulled her shoulders back. Predictably, Justin's gaze was drawn to the protruding buxom and pointed buds aimed in his direction. Her ample breasts stretched her party dress to its limit.

"Justin, you haven't asked me to dance tonight." His eyes snapped to her face. "Why don't you and I see what we can do together?" She brushed her hands over her chest and held them out to him. His gaze drifted back down to its earlier focus. For a moment he was lost in thought. What might they do together, he wondered? He hoped it would involve dancing, but not in a vertical position. Justin stared at the breasts he hoped to uncover by week's end, then rose up from his chair and pulled his eager partner into the whirling lights.

Lisa was not in the practice of deliberately teasing men. But already for the second time since our discussion about 'bad girls' earlier in the evening, Lisa had forcefully projected her female aura in order to draw the interest of men around her. Justin would be reminding her of this shortly.

After an invigorating fast dance, Justin was rewarded with a slow tune. Lisa looked for me. I had not returned. She reached for the only person in the room she knew. Justin eased tenderly into the wonderful globes Lisa had offered him just a few minutes ago. She was not nearly as inviting now. After a minute of embracing, however, she became more receptive. Justin's muscular body was beginning to feel warm and comforting against her.

Justin whispered into her ear, "Lisa, now that you've had a chance to think about it, what have you decided you are: a 'good girl' or a 'bad girl'?"

"A 'good girl' of course," she replied, with a scornful air.

"I've been watching you since we arrived at the club," he responded. "I've seen you prance to the music… and secretly glance at the men stimulated by your show. I've also seen you project these little somethings in order to get me to dance with you." He emphasized by sliding his chest across hers. "It's pretty clear to me that you can be as 'bad' as you want to be."

Lisa blushed. She was forced to admit to herself that she had in fact displayed her femininity more boldly tonight than she normally would. And she had enjoyed the results. The seed planted earlier in the evening was starting to grow within her. Lisa was beginning to contemplate in more detail what being 'bad' might involve.

I arrived back at our table as the slow song ended. Lisa and Justin parted, but I noticed that Lisa was looking at Justin in a different way now. She was definitely checking him out. We left for our hotel soon afterward.

Test Question 4: Would a 'bad girl' allow herself to be teased by another man in private?

Tuesday evening the three of us decided to play tennis. Lisa plays most sports well, and tennis is no exception. During a match, one of Lisa's most formidable weapons is her powerful serve. Her serve becomes even more effective when playing against men because of the enticing image she presents during this unique stroke. This evening, with her slender figure accentuated by her short tennis dress, Lisa would raise up on her toes, arch her lovely back, and swing both arms high over her head. She smashed a number of aces as Justin and I were mesmerized by the vision of Lisa in motion. With Lisa as its competition, how could we be expected to keep our eyes on the ball?

Her strong serve and ground strokes took their toll on her however. Back in our room, as Justin and I reviewed our notes for the next day's meetings, Lisa complained of sore shoulders. Justin sensed an opportunity. He and I shared a glance. Justin mentioned his mother's skill as a massage therapist. His mother had taught him at an early age how to ease soreness out of the numerous bumps and bruises a surfer would encounter.


Lisa's Important Decision



Justin moved next to Lisa and began to gently massage her neck and shoulders. Lisa relaxed and within a short time had melted to his touch. His caresses soothed her into a sense of tranquility. He continued to knead her muscles and pulled her head back to rest on his chest. His hands moved from her shoulders to her arms and then to the top of her chest. As he continued to stroke her, she felt his fingers moving onto her breasts and close to her sensitive nipples. The buds on her flowery buxom responded of their own accord. They extended themselves into full bloom.

With a sense of yearning in her eyes, Lisa turned to me. I feigned concentration on my business papers. She then looked to Justin for reinforcement. Justin had delicately eased her into considering possibilities she would not normally have imagined. Lisa was right now wondering how 'bad' she could be with Justin. As she swooned, his fingertips approached her sweetheart roses. At the last moment he eased away. She was left hanging, and wanting much more from him.

Test Question 5: Would a 'bad girl' allow herself to be teased by another man in public?

On Wednesday, we three headed out to another night spot along the boulevard. Lisa was looking for a club that was a bit more intimate, but still with a dance floor. We found the ambiance Lisa was looking for on the second try. I danced with Lisa first. She was as energized (and sensuous) as ever. With fewer people in the bar, Lisa soon became the primary entertainment. After a couple of numbers, once again I left Lisa with Justin as I made phone calls. This time, however, Lisa did not beg me to stay. She instead turned toward Justin.

The music began again, and Justin invited Lisa to dance. They swirled with the music, Lisa putting on what she believed to be a private show for Justin. This was her arena, and she was in control. She didn't notice that a number of new-found admirers were also enjoying her performance.

Fast songs gave way to a romantic ballad. Lisa looked for me, but not necessarily in the hope that I had returned. I was secretly watching them from the bar. Justin gathered her into his arms and gently but forcefully pulled her to him. She was surprised by his aggressiveness, and resisted somewhat. He surrounded her however and after a few moments she started to feel an inner warmth building. Justin's closeness was having an effect on her. He tightened his hold on her, pulling her waist to him. Her arms snaked around his neck, elevating her breasts to fully enjoy his contact.

"Now this isn't so bad, is it Lisa?" Justin whispered to her. His innocent eyes contrasted with his teasing grin. Justin recognized that with her husband temporarily gone, Lisa would be looking to Justin for support. In this situation he felt that he would be able to take some liberties with her. He intended to give her a first taste of what he hoped to be feeding her in much greater portion within the next few days.

Justin slipped his hands onto the sexy bottom he had been admiring for some time, and began to knead her silky smoothness as they danced.

"This is the first time I've danced with someone from Tim's agency," Lisa informed him. "You should be careful with your hands, Justin. Tim could come back any time now."

She glanced to see if I had returned. Seeing that I had not, she didn't stop him. Justin applied pressure and pulled her lower body to him. Things were moving very quickly for Lisa. She was not ready to be this 'bad' in a public place like this. But just as she preparing to pull away, Lisa began to realize for the first time that Justin was not an ordinary man. In addition to being quite attractive, she could now feel that she was in the grasp of a well endowed stud. She knew she should break contact, but her curiosity about Justin's masculinity was a stronger emotion.

Without slowing his caresses, Tim moved his right leg between her thighs. Lisa was not used to losing control in her arena. She felt her daydreams becoming reality too rapidly.

"Justin…".

"Lisa, from everything Tim has told me about you, you are a wonderful woman. But even an exceptional woman like you cannot be good all of the time." Justin continued. "You like to show off your body when you dance, don't you Lisa?"

"Well I …" she stammered in reply.

"It seems to me that you enjoy being 'naughty' when you dance. Just like Brittany Spears, you lay it out there for men, don't you Lisa? And just like Brittany, you know just how to gain a man's attention." He continued to massage her bottom, but now he was rhythmically pulling her beautiful little pelvis to him. His actions and his words were arousing her. She was beginning to have trouble concentrating on their conversation.

"No Justin. I just like to dance, that's all."

"Lisa, don't fool me or yourself. You know you can turn on your 'bad girl' charm whenever you want." He started to raise her dress up her thighs.

"Justin. Move your hands away. People are starting to watch us." Even in the low light, patrons were indeed enjoying Justin's attempts to slide Lisa's dress up her shapely legs. He had now drawn her hem above mid-thigh.

"Lisa, I know you've seen the movie 'Dirty Dancing'. Right now… right here… show me your strongest feminine seduction. Slide those little hips of yours up onto my leg and let me see the motion you've been putting out on the last couple of numbers." To emphasize his point, Justin raised her dress to expose her panties. He pressed her into him. Now only her moist panties protected her source of desire from the protruding manhood that was poking into her through his slacks.

"Justin. No. I'm not that kind of a girl." She made an attempt to push her dress back down. With his arms under hers and clasping her tightly to him, however, she was unsuccessful in preventing her luscious panty-clad bottom from being displayed to everyone who chose to take it in. She was uncomfortable at being undressed like this in public, but it was Justin who was pulling her clothes off… she was sure everyone could tell that she was trying to resist.

Knowing she was not at fault allowed her to secretly enjoy the thrill of teasing so many men with her perfectly formed behind. Justin had been only dancing with Lisa for a few minutes, and she was once again having thoughts about being bad.

His hands felt so good on her barely clad bottom. She loved to dance, and she really wanted to move her hips into him as he had suggested. But she was too good a girl to do that in public. If they had been alone, she might have thought differently.

Justin was a master at sensing the true mood of a woman. He realized her receptiveness at that moment, and raised his hands under her dress to the bare skin of her petite waist. She gasped quietly. He held her still and shifted slightly to position both of his legs between hers. She gazed up at him, wondering what he had in store for her next. Justin lowered his hips. He placed the tip of his large erection directly against her waiting bush, and pushed meaningfully. He slid his manhood up the full length of her nearly naked gash. Breathlessly, she felt his sizable member glide against her for nearly a minute.

Scattered applause erupted around them. Out of the darkness, a woman's voice spoke to Justin. "Hey, you beautiful hunk of man. Pull her panties down. Show us you can take her right here."

Justin instead eased his grip on Lisa and moved away slightly. Her dress fell back to its intended form. As Justin moved away, Lisa followed him like a trained pet. She was trying to maintain contact with him. Justin had now not only watered the seed Tim had sown a few days earlier, he had fertilized it as well. He had gotten Lisa to realize that she wanted him… and in a 'bad' way.

"Tim is coming back," Justin whispered in her ear. "Let's head back to the table." But before freeing her from his grasp entirely, Justin looked deep into her eyes and smiled at her in his most charming manner. "Lisa, you and I will be dancing again this week. When we do, I will ask you for a second time to do a dirty dance. Will you be ready to be a really 'bad girl' for me then?" At that moment she was prepared to do whatever this gorgeous man asked. She nodded weakly in reply.

Lisa was so overcome by Justin's sudden assault on her that she had difficulty walking back to our table. She was awash in emotions as wild as the loud music they now left behind. She played with her wedding band and concentrated on being a faithful woman and wife. But she was now also vividly aware of a suppressed sexual side that she hadn't acknowledged for years. It was a part of her that was clearly in demand by more men than her husband. The thought both frightened and excited her. Lisa was now feeling the same temptations I had been struggling with, and in a very direct way.

Justin on the other hand strolled back to our table brimming with confidence and admiring the sexy woman who he thought would soon be his. He was fairly certain that he would be plunging his blue steel into her velvet pussy within a couple of days. In order to mount this hot little woman, Justin felt that all he needed to do was to coax her into a private room. Once alone, she would surely permit him to caress her into a passion, and he would be able to strip her easily. She had already proven to be so receptive that she would likely spread her legs for him and beg him to fuck her.

Before Lisa and Justin had made it all of the way back to our table, I led my flushed wife back onto the hardwood. It took half a song for her to regain her composure. As we danced, Lisa began to feel a new stiffness in her shoulders. She wondered if it would be possible to invite Justin to our room for another massage.

Just as Lisa was ready to raise the question to me, we noticed an attractive blonde woman approach Justin and lean down to whisper something to him. Although not as full-chested as Lisa, in this position the young blonde was maximizing her assets. From his vantage point, Justin would be able to view her pride-and-joys in all of their splendid beauty. Justin indeed appeared to be enjoying the scenery. The blonde extended her arms to him and pulled him up to dance.

After two tunes, we were all tiring. At the table, Justin introduced Cindi. She whispered something to him. Justin offered some parting remarks, and abruptly left with a pleased and expectant Cindi. We would later learn that Cindi was the woman who had encouraged Justin while he seduced my wife on the dance floor. Unfortunately for Cindi, as earlier in the evening, she would not receive from Justin all that she had wanted. He stopped just short of fertilizing Cindi's receptive garden that night. Justin was saving his seed for a special encounter later in the week.

Justin's departure had a sobering effect on Lisa. She had thought Justin would be easily available to her, although she had no specific plan about how to use him. For the second time on our trip she realized that in order to win Justin's favor, she would have to work for his attention. She also remembered Justin's earlier challenge concerning a later dance. The gears were turning in her pretty head.

Test Question 6: Would the subject realize the impact of her decision to be a 'bad girl'?

The next day, while Justin and I finished developing our advertising campaign, Lisa took advantage of the wide array of shops on our stretch of the Gold Coast. She returned with many bags of souvenirs, new clothes and other carefully selected treasures. By evening, we were all feeling the effects from many days of hectic activity. Down the boulevard from our hotel, I had spotted a newly constructed seafarer's chapel. Lisa and I spent the dwindling daylight on a quiet tour of the chapel. The chapel proved to be a truly inspirational interlude. Lisa spent quite a long time studying the exhibit on the men of the sea. The commitment of wives to their absent husbands motivated Lisa to rededicate herself to me. In the quiet of the church, Justin's sales campaign had taken a serious blow.

Over dinner later, I announced to Lisa and Justin that I had been invited to close the advertising deal by joining our client on a one-day fishing trip to the Gulf. We would be heading out on the water very early Saturday morning, so we would be traveling to the harbor Friday night. I asked Justin to entertain Lisa for the evening. Lisa and Justin each had a different idea about what that entertainment might entail.

Test Question 7: How far would a 'bad girl' tease another man in public?

Early Friday afternoon, I collected my overnight bag, kissed my wife good-bye and departed on my fishing expedition. The bait I would be using, however, would never leave Miami. Justin would be attempting to set his hook and reel in my wife before the evening was done. He hoped she would become his most prized catch. And after a protracted internal struggle, Lisa would be face-to-face with a most important decision for the fate of our marriage.

At eight, Justin arrived to take Lisa to dinner. He escorted her to a romantic seafood restaurant on the beach that had been recommended by the concierge with a wink. At their secluded table, they watched the bright glow of sunset fade into a star-filled night. Justin ordered a second bottle of wine. Candles were lit. Lisa and Justin started to speak frankly.

"Lisa, what are you thinking about on this wonderful evening?" Justin asked.

"I'm thinking about you, Justin," she replied, looking at him very directly.

"Me? Why me?"

"You're a very handsome man." His eyebrows raised, in mock surprise. "You've brought something out in me that I didn't know existed any more," she continued.

"And what would that be, Lisa?" he questioned with all of the boyish charm he could manage.

"I've been thinking the last couple of days about what it would be like to be with you tonight. I wondered how I would answer if you invited me back to your room."

He now returned her gaze, and sensed that he had been correct in his earlier assessment of her. His biggest challenge would not be to seduce her. Instead it would be to slow her down so their pleasurable business would not be concluded too early in the evening. Still, he took the opportunity to gaze directly at her bountiful buxom, wondering how the nipples on these gorgeous globes would be tasting later.

"Justin." He raised his eyes back to her face. She had regained his attention. "But after weighing the consequences that this one night of pleasure would have on the life I've built with my husband, I realize that I would not be able to give in to that temptation."

Now she had his undivided attention. "I completely understand, Lisa. I'm flattered to think that you find me somewhat attractive. You know that I consider you to be one of the most beautiful women I've ever met. You are stunningly gorgeous AND possess an inner beauty that is so hard to find today."

Lisa began to blush. "Tim is a very lucky man to have married such a special woman as you. I would never want you to do anything that made you feel uncomfortable. It certainly wasn't my intention to put you into that kind of position on this beautiful evening."

Justin continued, "Just to let you how out of sync I must be, I thought we would go dancing after dinner and get a little crazy at a club. I had been imagining you as a 'bad girl', doing a little dirty dancing with a crowd of people looking on. I thought I had seen a bit of that adventurous nature in you. But I suppose I could be mistaken. This seemed like a perfect time for you to cut loose completely, knowing that there would be no one from home to remind you about it later. That was about all I had in mind though. Maybe it was too simple to be an entire evening's 'entertainment' ". He emphasized by drawing quotation marks in the air. His innocent eyes were beguiling.

Lisa began to feel silly. Justin's easy nature was disarming . He certainly was a charmer. And he looked so handsome as candle light danced across his face.

"That doesn't sound too bad to me. I mean, it wouldn't hurt to be a little 'bad' at a dance club... with other people around of course. You've already shown me that you can be a pretty 'naughty' dancer. Maybe we'd fit right in." They both laughed. He smiled to himself at this first victory.

He reached for her hands. "C'mon, girl, 'Let's boogie!'" They got up to leave.

On the way out, Lisa remembered something. "Justin, before we head to the club, drop me by my room for a minute so I can freshen up."

Fifteen minutes later, Justin arrived at Lisa's room a second time that evening. When she opened the door, Justin's took a quick deep breath. Lisa had changed into a very special outfit for the nightclub. Standing in front of him was the sexiest combination of woman and dress that he could imagine.

The front of her dress plunged dramatically to her full cleavage… and then beyond. The cut was so low it was apparent Lisa was not wearing a bra. In fact, Justin didn't know how the fabric was supporting the large buxom before him. He did surmise, however, that given the right situation, one would be able to scoop these voluptuous globes out of their wrapping with little effort.

Justin could now also tell that Lisa wasn't wearing a belly button ring. Her dress was so tight across her stomach that he could clearly see the dimple in her flat belly. There was no ring. But the nicest thing about Lisa's dress was its length. It didn't have much. Her dress covered her bottom, but not a whole lot more. Her shapely legs were fully on display, and without nylons. An ankle bracelet and a long gold chain around her neck completed her magnificent outfit.

Lisa smiled. Her dress had produced the desired effect. She had just sent a message to Justin that she was fully able to be as good or bad as she chose. And she was also telling him that while they were out dancing tonight, she intended to be 'bad'.

He grasped her hand and told her the obvious, "You are stunningly beautiful, Lisa." She was happy with how the evening was turning out. They headed to a night club known for its high design and wild parties.

Once inside, Justin found them a table. Drinks arrived shortly. Two drinks later, Lisa was ready to start shaking some things up. Justin wasn't an accomplished dancer, but he was smart enough to know that Lisa was the high liner in the pair. As they began to dance, he simply smiled and watched her warm up to the moment. After two tunes, she was loose and happy.

Lisa pranced with her arms above her head, stretching her back and raising her proud buxom. She was working hard to be noticed and she was getting her wish, as a number of eyes followed her. But on this weekend night and at this rocking club, there were plenty of sexily clad young women who knew how to move. If Lisa really wanted to draw attention to herself, she would need to do something special.

A slower song momentarily cast the club into darkness. Pulsing lights turned to throbbing pools of illumination. Staccato became legato. Lisa and Justin embraced for the first time that evening.

"Are you having a good time, Lisa?" he asked.

"I'm having a great time! I love this club. There is so much going on."

"And how do you feel?"

"Fantastic. And sexy." She shook her chest at him for emphasis.

"You ARE so sexy, Lisa. You must be enjoying being the 'bad girl' tonight. So I have a question for you." He looked into her eyes. "How do you suppose really 'bad girls' dance?" They both remembered his challenge to her from a few nights ago.

"I suppose they would dance something like this, Mr. Patrick Swayze." She pushed him back, eased her arms around his waist and pressed her waist firmly into him. Lisa had remembered Justin teasing her unmercifully during their previous encounter. Now she was going to give him a lesson on how to tease. Justin's manly tool began to project prominently from his hips, as she knew it would. By contact, she quickly gauged its mass. Lisa was going to find out right now just how big this surfer's board could become.




Lisa's Important Decision



She was now the aggressor. Using a slow circular motion, she dragged her belly across his plaything. Her movements were having their desired effect, but she was just getting started. She transitioned her side-to-side motions to an up-and-down stroking. Lisa was soon sliding the full length of his member. He was reacting nicely to her enticement. As he grew, her strokes of necessity became longer and longer.

To make sure he understood her intent, she began maintaining contact with him on the down strokes as well as on the upward thrusts. After a few strokes, her dress finally yielded to her intent, just as she had known it would. With only her panties separating her love nest from him, she stroked his large member through his pants. To complete this phase of her sexy assault, she now also slid her bountiful buxom up and down his chest. Among the many thoughts he was having at this moment, Justin wondered how Lisa was able to keep her almost fully exposed breasts from falling out of her dress. She was in fact being quite careful how she moved her chest against him. A slip of the breast now, she thought, could lead to arrest.

Lisa looked slyly up at Justin. He was now the one becoming flushed with eagerness. This was no surprise to her, because she had felt the barrier between them double in size. Lisa marveled at the size of the stallion within her grasp. His manhood was definitely stud material. She may not have been an A student in math, but she knew this equation: her husband's penis combined with Michelangelo David's tool would equal Justin's super-sized cock.

Now of only secondary interest, her up-and-down movements had been of sufficient enthusiasm to drawn attention from those around her. Many couples, and all of the single men in the area, were now captivated by Lisa's very 'dirty dance'. Lisa wasn't quite finished with Justin yet, however. He had wanted a 'dirty dance'. Now he was going to experience the culmination of this number.

Because she is fairly tall, Lisa was able to stretch herself up like a cat to Justin's ear. She began to lick his right ear, and bite his earlobe. As she did this, she slipped her naked thighs around his right leg. She began a new and very familiar motion with her hips. Lisa was humping Justin's leg with enthusiasm. The crowd around them could no longer remain silent. They shouted out encouragement. Because she had positioned her arms below his, Justin was able to do little more than grasp her back and enjoy the ride. The song ended. Applause rained down on them.

As the next song started, Lisa needed to shout to be heard. "Was that a dirty enough dance for you Justin?" He nodded his approval, because the lump in his throat wouldn't permit him to speak. This was turning out to be some kind of night for both of them.

After a few more dances, they left the club. They were both excited, each feeling a sense of victory. Without discussion, instead of taking Lisa back to her own room, Justin took her directly back to his. As they approached his door, he invited her inside to share a final drink with him. With the sense of confidence she was feeling, there was no reason for her to worry. Still, in the back of her mind she felt that she was making an important decision by crossing this threshold.

Test Question 8: How far would a 'bad girl' tease men she didn't know?

While they sipped a glass of fruity wine in his room, Justin made his next move. "Lisa, you know what would feel good right now? A dip in the hotel hot tub. You've been to the pool area, haven't you? The view from up there can be breathtaking on a starry night like tonight."

"It would be beautiful up there, wouldn't it? Let me run back to my room and grab my suit. Will you…"

"No need, Lisa," he interrupted. "I've got a suit for you. I bought it this week and was intending to take it to a friend of mine back home. I think she's just about the same size as you. Why don't you try it on and see how it looks?"

Justin, left the living room and returned with a bag from one of Lisa's favorite trendy stores. Lisa was already hoping the suit would fit. She loved this store's clothing, but had not shopped there because of their high prices. She danced into the bathroom to try on the suit. While she changed, Justin slipped into his own suit. Moments later she called out, "Justin, I think we have a problem here."

"What problem is that, Lisa?"

"This suit is not made to be worn in public," she declared.

"Let me see how it looks on you."

She opened the door and stood before him as every man's dream come true. Statuesque Lisa was now naked except for the very tiny bikini Justin had provided. She looked stunning, and hot! The top of her suit consisted of two small white triangles large enough to cover the silver dollar areolas around her nipples and to provide support for her pendulous breasts. Thin strings delicately suspended the petite triangles and wrapped behind her to tie beneath her untamed hair. Her clearly outlined nipples pointed at him, ready to fire.

The bottom of Lisa's bikini consisted of an equally small, white wedge of material that barely covered the puffy lips between her thighs. Fortunately, she had trimmed the hair around the area he was now surveying. If she had not, he would have been able to easily determine her true hair color. Two thin strings rose steeply from her love triangle to her curvy hips and tied at the sides in neat bows. Her fully exposed and shapely legs stretched down to the gold ankle bracelet he had admired earlier.

"Turn once, so I can see the fit in back," he requested seriously. She pirouetted to display her now fully exposed bottom, covered only by a narrow band of fabric. Except for this thin strip of material, she was completely naked when viewed from behind.

"It fits you perfectly! That suit was made for you, Lisa. You look fantastic in it."

"But I would never leave this room in this suit, Justin, let alone walk up to the pool deck" she exclaimed as she turned to face him. "It's much too revealing."

"Well, you certainly have the figure worth revealing, Lisa. And I can say that on behalf of half of the population. But if you're feeling shy right now,… try this," he said, fishing something out of the bag that the suit had come in. "If you put this cover over your bottom and wrap a towel over your shoulders, you'll look just about like you're wearing a bathrobe."

She did as he suggested. With finality he declared, "Looks fine. Let's go."

With trepidation, she followed him into the corridor. Looking both ways, she quickly walked to the elevator, leaving Justin behind to watch her wonderful little ass bounce down the hall.

When the elevator reached the pool level, Lisa peeked out the door. Seeing no one in either direction, she proceeded directly to the hot tub. Justin arrived to find Lisa already comfortably submerged. As she watched, he removed his towel. From the comfort of the hot tub, she was now able to admire this California surfer in more detail. First his muscular chest, then his tight six pack stomach, his baggies and finally his downy legs. He was one very handsome man. After giving her enough time to look him over thoroughly, he eased into the water opposite her.

"Now was that so bad, Lisa?"

"I guess not," she replied, reclining her head onto the pool deck.

After a couple of minutes of silence, during which each of them were wrapped in their own thoughts, Justin spoke. "Tell me Lisa… what was it that made you decide to turn on the sex charm tonight?"

Chuckling, she replied, "You mean WHO, not WHAT. As much as I don't like to admit it, there is some truth to what you and Tim said about women liking to show off every now and then. I know I enjoy being a little vampy from time to time. Tonight everything just seemed right to try on the wild side. And I have to say… it was pretty cool."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I know I sure did." She smiled knowingly.

"So just how much more 'bad' are you intending to get tonight?" he inquired facetiously. He moved his left leg between hers and started to rub her thigh with his toes.

"Not as 'bad' as I think you'd like," she grinned in return.

"Well, for all the teasing you gave me earlier, I feel as though I owe you a little something in return." His toes were moving up her thigh to her sexual playground.

Lisa reminded him, "Justin, you do remember me telling you at dinner that my conscience would not allow me to cheat on my husband?"

"Of course, Lisa. And I'm not asking you to cheat on anyone. But a 'bad girl' has to be able to take a little teasing as well as dish it out. Now you just sit there while I give you a little of what you were giving me earlier." With that, his toes completed their journey to the sanctuary between her legs. He began wiggling his toes into the thin fabric of her suit.

As long as they were still in public, Lisa felt she could get away with permitting herself this small pleasure... but nothing more. Because she had not stopped him, Justin began to strum her feminine instrument with greater seriousness. Justin was a virtuoso on this instrument. His side-to-side fiddling was replaced by a trombone's forward and back slides. Justin's toes gave way to the ball of his foot. He pressed firmly on her magic spot and sent a sound wave rippling up her spine. Lisa was feeling temptation once again.

While she was enjoying the rhythm he was generating (both in the pool and also deep within her), Lisa didn't notice that a group of conventioneers had just stepped off the elevator for a look at the swimming pool. With drinks in hand, they surveyed the pool and now also become aware of the couple in the hot tub. They noticed Lisa with her head thrown back and Justin's leg working between hers. They decided to stay and watch the show.

Lisa may not have noticed their new visitors, but Justin had. "Lisa, are you starting to feel 'bad' again."

"Uhmm," was all she could reply.

"How bad, Lisa?"

"Not 'bad' enough for sex," she blurted out without thinking.

"But 'bad' enough to tease?" he inquired.

"Maybe," she said, while beginning to rock her splendid hips to him.

"I have a job for you, Lisa. I need you to do something for me."

She raised her head up to look at him.

"I want you to put on a little show for those men over there."

Now she noticed their audience. Her legs closed instinctively. "What do you think I'm going to do, in THIS suit?" she wondered.

"It's a very simple job. Just jump into the swimming pool over there, swim to the other end and then walk back here."

"In just THIS?" she asked incredulously.

"That's what makes the job so challenging. Remember, you'll never see any of these guys again. But you can absolutely make the high point of their conference right now. You know, you're wearing the same kind of suit they can see just by walking down the beach in front of the hotel. This tease is for your enjoyment. I promise you one thing… this is a crowd that will show you their appreciation."

He moved next to her and gently pushed her up out of the tub. With a hesitant smile, she raised up where all could see her. The men now watched as a stunningly beautiful woman emerged from the hot tub. Justin and they now saw what Lisa didn't realize. When wet, her sheer suit had become virtually transparent. Her areolas were clearly outlined and her bush was plainly visible. Lisa's beauty and nakedness had stunned the men in the pool area into silence. Unaware that she was now for all intents and purposes nude, Lisa walked briskly but confidently to the pool and dove in head first.

A voice broke the silence, "Wow, can you believe this?" Every eye followed Lisa as she churned to the opposite end of the pool. She pulled herself up the ladder, and rose out of the water a mermaid without a fin. She swept water away from her face, and raised her lovely arms over her head to pull the hair out of her eyes. As she did this, feigning ignorance of her audience, she arched her back and thrust out her magnificent and ineffectively covered chest. This moment created an indelible memory for a room of very focused observers.

Disregarding the men she would pass within a few feet, she turned the corner at the end of the pool and started down the length of the deck. In the interest of wringing the most out of this moment, she now swung her hips broadly as she sashayed back to Justin. It was too much for the men to take. They regained their voices and began to express their admiration. Within a few seconds, she learned the room number of most of those involved. As she passed them, she waved a friendly greeting and gave them a view of her naked backside as she moved away. The view from behind was nearly as enjoyable as the view they had just enjoyed.

Lisa was now completing her stroll down this make-believe catwalk. She headed back to the hot tub, smiling broadly at Justin as she displayed her wares for the pleasure of all. Justin gazed at this stunning woman as she glided toward him. He waited for her, a warm towel in hand. When she finally reached him, he draped the towel around her shoulders and drew her toward him. She had goose bumps from her seductive strut in the chilly air. Lisa accepted the warmth of his body gladly, pressing her nearly naked breasts into his hairy chest.

She also tried to press her belly to him, but could not. The large bulge that hung down from his hips always seemed to be a barrier between them. She moved slightly from one side to the other. His masculinity was too big for her to work around. In a bit of frustration, she realized that she could not warm her hips against him. There was an obvious way to remove this obstacle between them. But she had promised herself that she would not invite this huge piece of adorable man into her.

Sensing her inner debate, Justin leaned forward and kissed her neck. He nuzzled her neck for a minute. Then he grasped her waist as he had once before, moved his legs between hers, lowered his hips, and slid his growing erection the length of her lower lips. This time, she had known it was coming. Subtlely, she spread for him and raised up on her toes to give him a better angle of attack. The string on the back of her suit pressed harshly into her skin as he dragged the front of her suit upward with the tip of his piston.

Unlike the previous occasion, however, he did not stop with a single stroke. At the end of his thrust, he reloaded and raked her again meaningfully. And a third time, he slid his rigid pole the length of her gash. He looked to her face to gauge her reaction. Her eyes were fluttering. On his last stroke, she had met the caress of his cock head with a counterthrust to him. Without their suits between them, on this third stroke he would have been able to slide his rising manhood directly into her receptive body. The conventioneers applauded this private show and pleaded for more. Justin and Lisa wanted more as well, but each with different emotions. If only we were alone right now, she thought,… but she quickly tried to dispel this very naughty idea.

Still, it was with a sense of urgency that she whispered to him, "Justin, it's too crowded here. Take me back to your room, so we can get out of these wet clothes."

He looked into her eyes and replied, "Lisa, I didn't know that you would want to be that 'bad' tonight. But if you're ready, I guess I am too!"

She became embarrassed instantly. Her words had come out wrong. She had meant to say that they should remove their cold wet bathing suits and put on warm dry clothes. Justin had obviously thought she wanted them to remove their swimming suits so that he could thrust his substantial tool at her with nothing to impede him. It was now very clear to both of them exactly where Justin wanted to be thrusting his emboldened piece. The question remaining was whether or not Lisa would receive him. For a fleeting moment she imagined her belly filled by the stiff appendage that was continuing to stroke her right now. It was as tempting as anything she could remember.

Test Question 9: Would a 'bad girl' allow herself to be put into position by another man?

Once inside his room, Justin turned the object of his affection to him and kissed her for the first time. She had been waiting for this kiss for days. He did not disappoint. At first his lips gently grazed hers. She felt his closeness more than she felt his lips. He nibbled her lips and with his tongue painted rings around the opening to her mouth. Justin's chest was hot against Lisa's breasts. She wanted his kiss to match that heat.

Justin finally pulled her firmly to him and applied pressure to her mouth. He slipped his tongue into her. This long awaited kiss was passionate. Lisa let her towel fall away and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. His tongue danced with hers. This stunning, nearly naked woman was now wondering what his next move would be. One last time Lisa felt Justin hold her waist firm. He lowered the bulge between them. Lisa spread widely to receive him and felt him slowly but decisively drive his surfboard into the oncoming wave of her hips. When he reached the crest, he prepared for the next swell and thrust again to meet her oncoming surge.

The surf was definitely up. The force of their meetings had stretched the bottom of her suit far out of position. For the first time, the moist entrance to her womanly core was exposed to his view. At two levels her moist lips beckoned for his attention. She was vulnerable and almost ready to submit. He felt that he would be able push her suit aside and force his way into her right now… here in the entrance to his room. But instead he chose to ease away from the aroused woman in his arms. Lisa was a fiery hot female who now wanted to mate. Justin left her hanging. His plan was to cool her down, lay her into a comfortable position for their first sexual union, tease her back to this pinnacle, and then to mount her in proper fashion.

Without his heat against her, Lisa regained a measure of composure. "Justin, you sure know how to handle a woman. I feel like an Indy car whose motor is revving. I'm ready to race… to be so 'bad' with you." Her excited eyes locked to his. "And I can feel your accelerator pedal growing against my floor board." She took a deep breath. "So now is the time for both of us to remember… teasing, playing… but no sex. Right?"

Justin smiled inwardly. Did Lisa really believe that she would leave this room without first begging him to slide his dip stick deep into her engine? He did not realize the final mental struggle Lisa still had before her. Ultimately, she would need to make the important decision to give herself completely to the powerful race car ready to speed her to the finish line.

"Lisa, of course I remember. You're calling the shots here. I'm here to tease and please, just as you said. You'll let me know if you want more, right?" he said with a wink. He raised his arms up onto her back and molded his broad chest to her. He began to rub her shoulders. "You take yourself so seriously. Feel how tight you are. My mama would massage these stiff muscles into a wet noodle. Would you like that?" She murmured a vague yes in reply. "Well you're in luck, girl. Today I found a very special massage oil that I've been looking for a long time now. Let's head over to my bed and I'll loosen up those muscles of yours."

She looked at him with knowing eyes. Although he was referring to her muscles, Lisa had a pretty good idea what muscle he really hoped to let loose. Now that she had gotten her wits back, she wasn't ready for him to unleash his male muscle on her. "I don't think we can do that Justin. It would be too tempting for both of us in your bed. I think we had better stay here in the living room."

"Of course, you're right, Lisa. We'll be more comfortable right here." To her mild disappointment, Justin did not persist. Instead he kissed her lightly and broke away. He poured her a glass of wine. With the wine and mixed drinks she had already consumed, she became light-headed. It would be difficult for her to make a rationale decision now. While she sipped her wine, Justin prepared for her massage in his living room… but not in the manner she had expected.




Lisa's Important Decision



As she watched, Justin removed the cushions from the sofa and extended it into a bed. He added sheets, pillows and a blanket. Justin turned on some soft music and dimmed the lights. He now sat on the bed and beckoned her to his love nest, clad only in his baggy swimsuit. The strings that were meant to hold his suit in place instead spilled out over the top of his waistband, drawing attention to the protruding member he could no longer conceal.

The room may not have been his boudoir, but the situation was essentially the same. Justin was inviting her to stretch out virtually naked on his bed so that he could begin working over her body with his persuasive hands. She was afraid where this would all lead.

Still, Lisa was drawn to Justin's bed. Even without the hope of a complete sexual release, she wanted to extend this pleasurable tease as far as possible.

She was radiant as she glided toward him. Finally, Lisa reached him. He pulled her to him and kissed her stomach just below her breasts. After nuzzling the back of his head on her ripe melons, he turned and produced an exotic-looking bottle of oil. He rubbed some on the back of his hand and held it out for her to smell. The aroma of Oriental herbs and spices drifted to her. Surely this was an oil that had been used in countless mythical events, she thought.

With each minute it was becoming more and more difficult to imagine refusing the advances of this intriguing man. Even his spices reinforced the sensuousness she was feeling. As she faced him, her nipples dangling inches in front of him, he began rubbing oil onto her back. Her muscles immediately softened under his touch. He turned and gently lowered her onto his bed. Lisa sensed danger in the back of her mind as he positioned her for the special dance he hoped would soon come. She did not resist. She was enjoying being a 'bad girl' too much.

As Lisa lay on her tummy, Justin spent many minutes kneading oil into her back. She felt him raise her hair out of the way so that the slippery oil wouldn't wet it. She didn't notice that at the same time he was quietly untying the strings that held on her top.

He then moved down to her feet and calves. Lisa was falling under the influence of his powerful, yet soft, hands. She luxuriated in the warmth of his touch. He was moving deliberately up her legs. She wondered how high he intended to go. He stopped when he reached the curve of her rounded derriere.

Lisa felt Justin place a towel over her bottom, from the small of her back to the gap between her legs. Justin then resumed spreading oil onto her, but now he was massaging it into her soft cheeks under the towel. He increased his pressure and began to knead her repetitively. The pace and motion were familiar to her. He was rhythmically pressing her pubic mound into the mattress. Justin was fucking her into the bed with his hands.

For five minutes, Lisa felt her hips gently forced down and then released. She tried to conjure up a mental image of her husband to counteract the intense sensations she was receiving from Justin. At the same time, her hips had begun to move in unison with Justin's unspoken suggestion. She felt the wetness of her swimsuit beneath her. The moisture was no longer from her dip in the pool. She was an aroused woman who was flowing from within, lubricating herself for what might lie ahead.

As he caressed the beautiful creature who had warmed so quickly to his touch, he delicately untied the bows on her suit. Once her suit was free, he poured a small pool of lotion onto the small of her back. She felt him massage the pool into a river of oil at the top of her ass. The liquid began flowing down her crack. Justin was pushing her towel down in front of the oil to keep the towel from being stained by the onrushing current. Lisa's suit was also not stopping the advancing liquor.

"Justin, what are you doing?" He didn't answer. She felt as he pushed the lotion down her crack, ever nearer to the twin holes at the base of her magnificent valley. The river began to cascade over the edge. She instinctively closed her legs to keep the lotion from spilling onto the bed. Her thighs met the resistance of his right hand, which was cupped below her to receive the stream of oil. Her towel was crumpled in a heap between her knees. As he prepared to catch the liquid that was teasing her unmercifully, Justin carried her suit down to her crotch . Although she didn't know it, Lisa was now lying completely naked in Justin's bed with his hand at the threshold of her feminine desire.

Final Exam Question: Would a 'bad girl' give herself completely to another man?

Justin caught the oil that had tumbled over her perfect bottom and into the valley below. She felt him press his hand to her to receive the last of the slippery fluid. In doing so, his finger tips brushed for the first time against the puffy lips of her pussy. The massage oil mixed with her own natural lubricant, forming a dressing to coat her sexual salad perfectly. An electric current coursed through her as he inserted a finger into her. Lisa now fiercely clung to her wedding vows. She had carried this tease as far as she could without dire repercussions. Just as she prepared to stop him, Justin pulled his hand away. What was he up to now?

Justin collected her towel, and grabbed a second one. He picked her up easily and rolled her onto her back. He quickly covered her breasts and furry mound with towels. Back under control once more, Lisa now felt his slippery caresses on her smooth belly. He marveled at the beautiful nude woman who was nearly ready for him. Her arms were the next beneficiary of his wonderful touch. His slick hands moved to knead her sides, from her arms to her belly and back. She knew that it was just a matter of time before he would approach her breasts.

When he finally slipped his hands beneath her upper towel, her supple globes were ready for him. With little encouragement, her areolas bunched tightly, stretching her nipples skyward. He brushed back and forth across her nubs, sending tingling sensations up and down her spine. Finally he took her points in his fingertips and kneaded them to maximum erection. Lisa loved her husband, but she now could not keep from squirming as her wonderful partner of the moment completed her final preparation.

There was only one place on her torso that he had not yet massaged. She was very aware of where his soothing hands would be headed next. How far could she continue and still be able to maintain her extramarital virginity? His hands were wetting her upper thighs. The area covered by her towel was becoming smaller and smaller. She was mesmerized by his caress. Justin folded her towel down to nearly the size of the swimsuit that had formerly covered her. He poured a large pool of fragrant lotion onto her stomach.

In much the same fashion as he had while she laid on her tummy, now he shaped the pool into two streams. She felt the warmth as they began trickling down her belly to her luscious crotch. He brushed the towel away to protect it from being stained. The oil cascaded down her thighs and mixed at her simmering honey pot. Lisa lay fearfully still. The flat of his large hand brushed through her pubic hair. He pressed directly down on her pouting lips with his broad palm, spun his hand to catch the oil and spread the elixir onto the target of his desire. Within a minute, as she tried to keep her husband foremost in her mind, her hips began to dance rhythmically. If she could any longer, she would need to stop the tease now.

Sensing her mood perfectly once more, Justin removed his hand. Lisa was emotionally torn. Each time she tried to back away, Justin withdrew first. She respected his sensitivity to her emotions. At the same time, Lisa desperately wished to exchange lives just briefly with one of the single women at the club tonight. Then she could give in to him and enjoy passionate sex with this captivating man who was controlling her so tenderly.

Justin removed his swimming suit. He began kissing her toes. Soon he was moving up past her calves to her thighs. She wondered if he would try to kiss her lower lips. He licked her inner thighs for minutes, but made no move toward the moist flaps of womanhood that begged for his attention. The anticipation was driving her insane. She believed that lovemaking would not follow, so she wantonly spread her legs wide for his oral attention. She was in heat. Lisa slid beneath him in an attempt to entice his mouth to her love mound.

"Please, Justin, please…" was all she said. She grasped his head and tried to guide it into place.

"What do you want, Lisa?" he questioned innocently as he teased around the spot that longed for his kiss.

"Justin, please, you know what I want."

"You're a very 'bad girl', Lisa. If you don't tell me what you want right now, I'll be forced to leave you hanging right here."

"Kiss me, Justin. Please."

"Kiss you where?"

"Put your tongue into my vagina! Now. Please. Please!" As she begged for him, Lisa arched her hips and tried to slide her mound to his mouth.

Finally, he relented and licked up the full length of her snatch. He bit the lips of her femininity and slipped his tongue inside her beckoning opening. After days of anticipation and a night of incredible sexual tension, the wave caught her completely off guard. Her body spasmed powerfully and Lisa orgasmed for the first time.

He had done all that he could for her in this position. Justin brushed his nose up the wet slot beneath him, through the jungle of her pubic mound and up onto her belly. He thoroughly wetted her belly button with his tongue and journeyed up to the voluptuous globes that were now spread wide by gravity. She felt him clench onto what had become a very sensitive nipple. He sucked in one and then the other. Finally, reluctantly, he left her breasts. Now she leaned her head far back in submission as he rained kisses on the front and sides of her neck. She felt him reach for her lips and she pressed forward to greet him. And then, with a chill, she felt what she had been fighting mentally to avoid but had known would eventually come.

As he kissed her lips, the tip of his enlarged penis also kissed her lower lips for the first time. He was searching for the entrance to her love channel!

"Hmp-um," she cried through her covered mouth. With the broad tip of his cock, he was teasing her to the pinnacle again using his ultimate masculine enticement. She pulled away and panted, "No Justin. No more. I can't have sex with you. I'm not on birth control." He kissed her and teased her anyway. She tried to squirm away from this problem that had no solution. Lisa was very wet and very ready. She knew it would be only a matter of minutes before he would be able to find the path into her. It was only his shear size that was preventing him from immediately spreading apart the walls of the tight tunnel between her legs.

"Justin! No! No!" she screamed as she thrashed about trying to avoid him. He was a powerful male. She was a slender female, pinned beneath him. Lisa was barely able to keep his monster at bay. Still, her fidelity to her husband would not succumb to even this ultimate temptation without a fierce battle. The time had come for Justin to play his ace. Lisa's moment of truth had arrived.

"Lisa. Lie still. Let me talk to you." She stopped moving. His cock was poised to drive into her. "Why aren't you letting me make love to you? Look at what you're doing to me?" Lisa looked down between her heaving breasts and for the first time beheld the largest male organ she could imagine. He raised high above her to give her a full view of the bulging muscle which her beauty had brought to full erection for the second time that night. He was enormous.

"Justin, you are all the man a woman could ever hope for. You're sensitive, charming and… huge. But I'm married. I will not cheat on my husband, no matter how luscious you are. No matter how much I want you right now." In consolation, she draped her arms over his shoulders, raising her breasts to him in reward, and kissed him playfully.

"But Tim wants you to." Silence.

"What did you say?" she exclaimed in surprise, staring at him with piercing eyes.

"Tim is the one who set up this whole play of passion. He is hoping that you will let me seduce you. He wants to have an affair, but he wants you to let him know that it's okay. He really wants you to let me take you. Right now. On this bed. His fishing trip is just a ruse. I can prove it to you." Justin picked up the telephone next to the bed.

"Room 914 please." Lisa didn't understand. She and I had checked into room 856. Justin handed the telephone to her. She knew that he was mistaken.

Earlier in the day, Justin had told me to expect a progress report. I picked up the phone, knowing that Justin was the only person who knew this room number. "Hi, Stud. How are you doing with my wife? Has she given in to you yet?" There was silence at the other end of the line.

Lisa clicked down the receiver. It was sinking in rapidly. The furtive glances she had caught me giving to other women. All this talk about 'bad girls'. Justin was telling her the truth. Tim was actually wanting her to have sex with Justin! In the delicate balance between fidelity and passion, obedience had veered wildly toward a destination she had never envisioned. Her husband had provided her with the gift of this amazing young stud. All she was being asked to do was to obey and give in to her passion.

Justin sensed that she was turning emotionally to him. He reapplied pressure with his large tool, which again probed for the center of her love nest. A huge weight was attempting to drive itself into her belly, while another had been removed from her shoulders. With a clear conscience, Lisa could now part her legs to receive the full expression of manhood that was poised at her doorstep.

Lisa had never before experienced anything close to Justin's size. For one full minute, Justin pushed gently at her. He was able to make little more progress than to smear Lisa's natural lubricant over the broad head of his snake. Lisa was realizing the difficulty she would have drawing his large purple pole into the tight opening between her now dripping thighs. And there was one other piece of business to attend to before she could think about wrapping herself around his wonderful toy.

"Justin, I sure hope you have some condoms around here."

"I try to always keep some handy. They're in the drawer of the end table."

She slapped his tight round bottom hard, leaving a red mark. "Roll over onto your back, Surfer Boy. This 'bad girl' is about to give you a very good ride!"

He reluctantly rolled off the sumptuous woman beneath him, giving up the position between her thighs that he had fought so hard to attain. As she reached for the end table and the ultimate symbol of casual sex, he collected her white swimsuit in his hand. He clasped it momentarily, and then threw her last semblance of marital purity onto the floor.

Justin now lay flat on his back, his inflamed cock standing proudly above him. His member was a proud homing beacon for her aroused sex. Lisa turned, with condom in hand. For the first time she saw at close range the penis that had been in and out of her thoughts for many days. His cock was huge! It was a beautiful symbol of manhood, as big as a banana and with a large plum for a tip. Just as Lisa had imagined, Justin's boyish hips had in fact been supporting a much bigger tool than the wrench her husband used to service her.

As she stared at his girth, she wondered if she would actually be able to wrap her slender hips around this very large male organ. Before attempting that feat, however, this 'bad girl' had another idea in mind. The extent of Justin's teasing this week had not been lost on Lisa. Just as she had provided some payback with her dirty dance earlier in the evening, now she intended to tease Justin unmercifully before she would finally mount her steed.

She straddled him and kissed his neck. But instead of attempting their first coupling, she brushed her pubic mound over his power pole and slid down to kiss his nipples. Lisa bit them playfully, but then hard enough to leave purple teeth marks. She continued her descent, next licking his belly button. His cock was feeling neglected, and started to shrink. Lisa kissed her way down to his thighs. Justin was now eagerly anticipating her attention to his sensitive sex stick. Lisa would not oblige him, however, as her lips danced around his Maypole. In frustration, Justin tried to guide Lisa's head to him.

"What's the matter, Justin. You can dish it out, but you can't take it?" She slid her tongue across his tightly bunched sack. "What are you carrying in this pouch, Justin?" she asked. Lisa sucked his left testicle into her mouth.

Now it was Justin's turn to lie very still. A wrong move right now could be very painful. Lisa spit out his left rock and engulfed his right.

"So what would you like me to do with this big penis of yours, Surfer Boy?" she inquired as she resumed kissing her way around the base of his homing beacon.

"Lisa, if you want a piece of me, take it however you want. Just do it! I'm going crazy here," he panted.

She relented, and licked the underside of his shaft from base to tip. He inhaled deeply, concentrating to retain his composure. Lisa thought to herself, "Men are so easy to manipulate once you finally get the proper leverage." She continued to lick up and down the underside of his joystick.

Lisa had never been enthusiastic about oral sex, and in the case of the big boy in front of her there was no way she would even be able take much of the baton into her mouth. Still, she was enjoying the enlargement she was producing. Justin just kept growing and growing. To her surprise, he eventually reached the dimensions of a full stallion. Lisa wrapped her mouth around his purple tip. It was a complete mouthful. She licked the hole at the end of his lollipop, and now rolled the marbles in his sack with her fingers. Justin was euphoric!

She continued this maximum tease for a couple of minutes. His hips were moving with a singular purpose now. He was ready to leave the station without her. She decided it was now time to put him to good use. She grabbed the condom and said, "Smile, Mr. Surfboard, while we put a party hat on you." She stretched the rubber over the head of his huge cock. Completely unfurled, it barely encompassed the tip.

It was now time for them to join together fully. Lisa raised above him in glory, and cocked her hips. Her magnificent breasts were fully accentuated as they dangled down to Justin. He moved his hands from her narrow waist, over her youthful stomach, and cupped her buxom in his hands. He grasped her pointed nubs with his thumbs. She attempted to wrap her hand around his manhood to guide it into place, but found that she could not encircle him completely. Still, she steadied him enough that she was able to position the rubber tip of his bathing cap in the cleft of her cauldron. She slid across him twice to wet his cap, and then pushed firmly down against him. Her lips parted, but only enough to accept his flared tip. She rose up and forced herself down on him again, and again.

It was hard work and progress was slow. Justin's massive organ was stretching Lisa's inner tissue to its limit. But Lisa was now very determined to feel herself filled completely by this big man. She continued to impale herself onto him. Justin reveled in the gorgeous creature who was expressing herself so fully for him. Her eyes glazed and her juices flowed around him. With a final grunt, she bottomed out, her pubic hair bristling into his.

Lisa rested briefly as her sexual glove molded itself to the massive intruder within her. She could feel him from her crotch to nearly her belly button. Although she hadn't known it to be possible, the tip of his member was brushing the sensitive back wall of her womb. As she became accustomed to him, he wickedly jerked his hips up, sending a shock wave from her belly into her torso.




Lisa's Important Decision



"My God, Justin. MY GOD! Sex isn't supposed to feel THIS good."

He began to nuzzle the nipples that dangled down above him. He slipped one hand over her bottom and roughly clenched her ass. His other hand slid down to her clit and flicked her bud.

"OH NO!" she shouted. She was gasping, and nearly lost in revelry. Her body was twitching as she raised up and felt his slick pole slide the length of her belly. Lisa closed her knees slightly so that she could rise to the very top of his rigid board. The wave crested and she lowered herself around him for the second time. The feeling was simply incredible.

After a number of luscious strokes, she had loosened enough so that she could bounce up and down on his marvelous plaything at her own pace. She was articulating herself with an abandon that she would not have thought possible before tonight. He contributed what he could, but she was clearly in command. From the increase in her speed and the volume of her groans, Justin sensed that she would orgasm again soon. He concentrated now on the most magnificent fuck of his life in order to synchronize his eruption with hers.

Lisa felt the surge begin to well up in her. She looked at Justin and with her eyes beseeched him to join her in ecstasy. She arched her back, the lights in the room flashed wildly, and she cried out as she exploded from within. Justin grabbed her waist, forced her athletic legs wide apart, and pumped deeply into her. He fired with a powerful force. As much as he wished to plant his seed far into her, his sexual fluid was instead caught in the safety net she had applied. It was an exhilarating experience for Justin, and yet he felt unfulfilled. He had accomplished her husband's mission, but not his own.

Lisa was accustomed to making love to my single-shot derringer. My mantra was sex, and then sleep. Now my radiant wife learned that young Justin's gun was a repeating rifle. She had just experienced the full girth of his weapon, which was much bigger than mine. Now she was to find that he also packed more bullets in the chamber.

Although Justin shrank to merely mortal size after his first climax, within minutes he had reloaded and was ready for a repeat performance. As she sank down to him for affection, her hair spilled over her shoulders to caress his chest. Was she mistaken or did she really feel him begin to grow within her once more? Lisa glanced at his face with a questioning look. He grinned sheepishly in reply. The tide was flowing back into his sex stick. Lisa was awash in emotion, wondering what might come next.

Without removing himself from her furry lining, Justin picked her up once again and put her on her back. When he had regained the position on top of her that he had held earlier, he took a moment to appreciate his good fortune. As he had wished from the start, he now lay with his cock buried deeply in this wonderful vixen. For her part, Lisa was enjoying the weight of Justin's body on her small frame and the fullness he was still providing.

Justin was now overcome with a feeling of restriction from his rubber party hat. A condom was like a surfer's wet suit. In harsh climates, a wet suit was necessary. But once a summer breeze freshened across the beach, the wet suit was cast aside. The sensation of wind and sea directly on his skin was much more inviting than the tight squeeze of a rubber sheath.

To her surprise, Justin pulled himself completely out of his warm new home. Lisa made a pouty face at him. Her puffy lower lips slurped noisily in protest. Reaching down to his expression of love, he removed the bathing cap that was filled with his baby-making potion. He cupped the overflowing condom in his hand and threw it onto Lisa's bathing suit. She witnessed him express his dominance and soil her symbolically. She thought about twisting his veined stick into a pretzel, but she was now hoping to be served in greater measure by her new playmate.

Justin ripped open a new condom and massaged his cock back to life. Without Lisa's knowledge, rather than wrapping himself in it, he instead placed the rubber right below her hairy snatch. He grasped the bare head that now grinned up at him. Lisa felt him wedge the tip of his surfboard into the waves of womanly flesh at the entrance to her harbor. As she swelled around him, he pressed into her warmth and wetness. Without the other knowing, they each now enjoyed the greater heat of their second union. In this missionary position, he prepared to share with her the full fruit of his loins.

Lisa felt him reestablish his girth within her belly. She was once again stretched more than she had ever been before. She reached down and cupped his tight little toosh. What a specimen he was! This gorgeous man confirmed his control over her, pumping her narrow hips forcefully into the bed. With each thrust, he was poking the back of her womb. Each stroke sent a painful electric shock through her body. She tried to reposition her legs to ease the pain, first spreading them wide, then curling them around his waist, and finally stretching her sculpted legs high over his head. He was hurting her, but she didn't want it to stop. Lisa had not thought that she would enjoy being dominated by a man as much as she was.

She was crying out softly with each poke of his pointed stake into her soft insides. Lisa knew well what was coming next. Justin increased his tempo and lengthened his strokes to more than a foot per plunge. She accepted him and encouraged him. Finally, Justin's butt tightened, he gasped mightily, and he pushed into her with all his strength. She cried out in earnest as he probed her womb too deeply with this last thrust. He heard her pain, and sprayed her powerfully with his sperm. The first stream raced up her inner tube to the eggs that were waiting for his arrival.

Justin had now discharged two rounds. He was spent, and he started to deflate quickly. He slumped down onto her, much as she had after their first union. She was more sensitive to his mood than he had been to hers. She kissed him and held him as his breathing began to return to normal. And then she felt something that sent chills down her spine. Lisa reached down between her legs and rubbed her fingers through the gooey fluid that was seeping from her gash.

Lisa slapped him hard on the butt. "Hey Surf Boy, what happened to the rubber? I'm mid-cycle! What did you think was going to happen when you shot your sperm up to my belly button?" They both knew. Lisa would be pregnant by morning. Justin couldn't gloat, but now he felt truly fulfilled. He had accomplished his mission too. He had just impregnated the most beautiful woman he had ever had the pleasure to fuck.

Lisa pouted, but eventually Justin kissed her back to friendship… and more. Justin would make love to my wife once more that night, and for a fourth time when she awoke the next morning. With the passion exhausted during their extended foreplay and explosive first couplings, these last two unions were sensitive expressions of love. They tenderly rocked against each other, luxuriating in each other's arms. There were times when each of them wished time would simply stand still.

When Lisa finally left Justin's room at noon the next day, she was very sore and couldn't sit comfortably. But she was sorry to have to go. Their last kiss was their most meaningful. What had started as sex, ended in love-making.

Lisa's Test Grade

Lisa wasn't too happy with me when I returned from my "trip" Saturday night. She recounted the prior evening's entertainment to me, and warned me that things would be different between us now. She also told me that she had spent her afternoon in a doctor's office at a nearby clinic. This kind doctor had dispensed a morning-after pill to her. There would be no little Justin as a result of the previous night's affair.

We left Miami the next day. Our return trip was somewhat strained. It was clear that Lisa didn't know what to say to either Justin or me. When we arrived home, the relationship between the three of us went from strained to strange. I soon stopped receiving accounts of Justin stopping by the house, but Justin was continuing his adventures into my wife's pants. Within a few weeks, in fact, I sensed that Justin was getting more from Lisa than I was. She was walking more gingerly than she used to. She was also wearing her favorite tight jeans less frequently. They had become simply too painful where they rubbed against her sore pussy. Lisa was a hot woman, and she was making it frequently with two men. She was enjoying being the center of attention. Lisa had become quite the 'bad girl'.

In June, Justin took one too many bare-back rides in Lisa. She either didn't remember the next morning, or she had gotten too tired from all the time she was spending on her back. Lisa became pregnant. With the two men who had been spraying into her, Lisa couldn't know who the father of her child was. Still, when she delivered a beautiful girl the next spring, we named her Justine.

Lisa and I were the embodiment of proud parents. Justine was as wonderful as I could have ever hoped for, and Lisa was a radiant mother. Justin wasn't around to celebrate with us. I had always wanted to open a West Coast office. When Lisa became pregnant, I decided that expansion would be taking place on two fronts for us: within Lisa and within our business. With his experience in the Los Angeles area and his demonstrated salesmanship, Justin was the perfect choice to run this new office… which just happened to be three time zones distant from my wife.

After Justin had gone, I saw a folded piece of paper in Lisa's jewelry box. It was a message he had written to her before leaving.

"LISA –

This has all happened so suddenly. Please write to me and tell me what you think. I know you're on Hotmail, but I can't remember your e-mail address. So you have to write to me. I'm a bit of a klutz with computers, and could accidentally erase your first message to me. Please write again.

 Your friend in love."

Better to have e-mail contacts than physical ones I thought. Still, Justin had served his purpose for me. I never told Lisa about flunking my test at the fertility clinic. It was heart-breaking to know that Lisa and I would never have children. But things worked out as I had planned from the beginning. I'm the luckiest man alive, with two beautiful girls. And I think becoming pregnant the old fashioned way must have been a whole lot more fun for Lisa than artificial insemination.

There's just one more thought that's keeps rattling around in my mind. I've always wanted a son. A few months from now I've arranged for Justin to join us on a year-end corporate outing in the Bahamas. With the beautiful beaches and long summer nights there, I wonder what might happen in this island paradise!

Thanks for reading my second story on Literotica. It's my pleasure to contribute to your experience here.