31 comments/ 287608 views/ 122 favorites The Secret Garden By: The Secret Garden "Michelle!" he said. "Oh....hello, Maximillan!" Michelle responded with surprise as well as an excited embarrassment. Her first thought was to cross her arms in front of her chest, but she resisted, knowing it would look foolish. Frank could see right away that she was embarrassed for this man to see her breasts exposed. But, Michelle always maintains her decorum and began an introduction. "Max, this is my husband, Frank. Frank, this is...." Frank interrupted, "Yes, the tall gentlemen from two nights ago on board the ship. You were hitting on my wife. Very nice to meet you, Max!" Frank extended his hand. Max recovered from the comment quickly. "Thank you for being so gracious, Frank. Nice to meet you, too. I apologize for my lack of discretion." "Don't mention it, Max. Michelle is a beautiful woman. I can't fault you for trying." He was impressed with Max's ability to banter with him. Not many are that agile, Frank thought. Michelle nervously shuffled on her feet as the two men spoke. Possibly to allay her uneasiness Michelle jumped into the conversation. "Excuse me, boys! But, I'll be the one to decide if it's okay to hit on me!" Michelle's joke gave Frank the okay to invite Max to join them. "Please, join us for a drink," he offered and motioned for the cabana boy to bring another lounge. "I don't want to intrude. It wasn't my intention. I'm sure you two are having plenty of fun without me," Max responded. "Nonsense! Let's have a drink," Frank insisted. Frank sat in the lounger on one end so that Michelle would sit in the middle and leave Max with the one on her far side. The three of them talked and flirted through two drinks; Michelle's third and fourth of the day, and got along famously. Her embarrassment over her exposure melted away within minutes and was replaced with an unusual feeling of confidence and daring! Frank took notice of how much his petite wife enjoyed this tall, handsome man's company and encouraged the conversation into flirty, adult talk and teasing. Michelle enjoyed the flirty conversation and the attention that came with it. She noticed Max oogling her physique and also took note of how much her husband seemed to enjoy him doing so. In the past, she would have become irritated, but today she was different. Today, she was determined to make Frank proud of her. She told herself to relax, stop being such a prude, and enjoy the afternoon and everything that came with it. The sun was getting hotter, evidenced by beads of sweat pooling in Michelle's bellybutton. Her bikini didn't have elastic in the edges. And, as soon as the suit dried, the fabric relaxed and opened up a bit, revealing the edges of her pubic mound. Both men marveled at watching small beads of sweat spill out of her belly-button, roll down between her legs and disappear under the fabric. Michelle doesn't have much body hair. She doesn't need to shave, and if you tried to judge her age by the looks of her bush you would think she was no more than fifteen or sixteen. With her bikini bottom now dry and much to the men's enjoyment, several of the wispy hairs worked their way free under the sides of the thin fabric and curled themselves over the edges. She saw what was happening and also saw the glances from the both men. She looked magnificent with her hot pink suit highlighted by her pussy hair peeking through and her blonde mane lying across her shoulders and onto her plump breasts! When she moved just right, and she did it several times on purpose, Max and Frank could see her bush and the outer lips of her pussy under the triangular shaped panel of her bikini. Frank reached for the bottle of suntan oil. Holding it up to the sun, he could see it was close to empty and tossed it to Max, "Help me out, Max! Michelle needs some oil. I'll get more and be back in a bit." "I really shouldn't," he said, understanding Frank wanted him to oil up his wife and uncertain he should indulge him. "Max, you've got to be kidding! We both know she is magnificent! I'm sure you would enjoy rubbing oil into such a beautiful woman." "Frank....I...ummh. I'm not so sure that..." Michelle began a reluctant protest. She was enjoying the attention she had received thus far but was not sure Frank's newest suggestion was a good idea; given that she was topless and would be alone with Max. There was a road alongside the beach lined by thick palms and shrubs and at the far end of the white sand a set of single story buildings held shops for tourists. "Relax, baby. There's a little shop a block up the road. I'll be back in less than an hour," he insisted and walked up the beach. As Frank walked away he could hear Max saying, "He's quite a guy!" "He's the love of my life, Max," Michelle replied as she turned onto her belly giving him her back to oil up. "We'll just have you do my back. I can do the rest." She felt excited to be alone with him, but wanted to maintain a sense of decency. "That's probably a very good idea, Michelle," he agreed as he sat beside her on the lounger. Max squirted oil into his hands and began at the small of her back. He started by pushing his thumbs up her spine with his fingers spread out like wings over the muscles of her back. Michelle is a petite woman, so Max's hands reached all the way across her back. Michelle was a bit uncomfortable without Frank there, but soon convinced herself to push those thoughts aside and enjoy the rubdown. "Max, that feels so good," she moaned her approval and exhaled away the tension she felt. "I've done a few massages in my life, Michelle. Like Frank said, Just relax and enjoy it," Max told her. "That'll be easy," she answered as his thumbs worked their way back down her spine. "But, what about you. You're doing all the work." "Are you kidding?" he asked incredulously. "I'm rubbing oil onto the most beautiful woman on the beach! Beautiful blonde hair, toned body and magnificent plump...." he stopped himself. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that." "Magnificent plump," she hesitated, then finished, "breasts? Is that what you had on the tip of your tongue?" Michelle said through a hidden smile. Before he could answer she let him off the hook with a teasing, "Naughty boy, Max!" Both laughed playfully with Max saying, "Yeah. I guess I'm guilty as charged, Michelle!" He lifted her hair off her shoulders and carefully placed it above her neck. Then, Max lifted each of Michelle's arms and applied oil to the long sinewy muscles. He took an extra long time to massage each finger before returning to her back. She closed her eyes and let her body give in to the feeling of his hand on her flesh. Max spread his big hands over her ribcage and worked the oil into her sides. As he did so, he admired the creamy skin of the outside of her breasts; so white and transparent he could see small dark veins coursing through the virginal skin of her big orbs. His lifting and pushing allowed them to work themselves free from underneath until the outer half of each breast was visible. He took the opportunity to run his fingers along the velvety soft portion of her breasts that met her ribcage. I hope she doesn't mind, he thought. Michelle was somewhat surprised Max took this liberty with her. She certainly enjoyed it, but thought it best to offer a warning. "Only my back, Max. We agreed, right?" she said. Next, she felt the warm oil drip onto her legs and then Max's fingers rubbing it in. "You must be a runner," he said. "Your legs are so slender and muscled." Michelle enjoyed the compliment. She was very proud of her figure! "It's nice of you to say. I play tennis almost every day." Max's hands moved up her legs from the back of her knees to her buttocks. She was again surprised when instead of stopping at the edge of her bikini his fingers swept under the loose fabric of her suit and massaged oil onto the outer sides of her buttocks. He kept his thumbs tucked in close to his palms during this first foray onto her buttocks. He wasn't sure what her reaction would be. When none came, he decided to push further on the next stroke up her legs. Max spread his hands out during the following caressing movement up Michelle's legs and pushed his thumbs into the long sinewy muscles of her inner thighs as they slid their way toward her more intimate areas. This time, when he slid them under her bikini his thumbs were spread wide and dropped into the crease of her ass. He felt her cheeks tighten as he squeezed with each hand. Michelle's ass is small enough that each of Max's hands encased one of her cheeks. She gasped, then held her breath as his hands disappeared under her bikini. She took a short, crisp breath across her lips when Max brought his thumbs together in her crack, just above her anus. She was embarrassed to feel the first hint of moisture in her pussy as both of his thumbs slid up her crack. I should stop him, she thought. But the pleasure was too much and she opened her legs slightly and relaxed her muscles. Max noticed her acquiescence and was emboldened by it. He repeated the motion down her legs and back up again several more times; all of them ending with his thumbs caressing the cleft between her cheeks, getting closer and closer to her anus with every subsequent pass. Each time, she spread her legs a little bit more and each time her pussy became more exposed to him. He moved to a position beside her knees with a clear view at her crotch. Max put his hands under her bikini once more and pushed his fingertips into her flesh and lifted his hand onto his fingertips. This pulled her bikini tight onto the back of his hands and forced it between the lips of her pussy, creating a camel toe and exposing the outer folds of her slit. Under the pretense of massaging her buttocks with his fingertips, he held the bikini bottom in place until the fabric became wet from her juices. He felt the first stirrings in his cock as he looked Michelle over. Michelle knew she was being very unladylike and worried that Max would notice her wetness and squirmed to try to dislodge the pink fabric from the camel toe it had created. She quickly realized her squirming was only making matters worse. "Oh my!" she gasped as she felt the thin material slide deep between her moistened lips. Max heard her gasp as he watched her lips part and the pink fabric disappear between them as they closed again. A thin patch of glistening wet blonde hair covered each outer lip of her sex, contrasting with the hot pink fabric. Michelle was shocked to be in this situation! Her mind was spinning with conflicting thoughts. Hoping Max would stop and at the same time wishing he would go further! With his thumbs touching each other he slid them back down her crack to the edge of her anus and pulled her cheeks apart. He couldn't believe his luck at maneuvering Michelle into this position! Such a beautiful pink anus and pussy, he thought as he took in the view. Max slid his thumbs around her anus and onto the wet outer lips of her pussy. When she didn't resist, he pulled them open and revealed the soft pink flesh of her pussy. Michelle didn't know how to react! She thought she might turn over and slap him. Or, she should call him a cad and demand he stop. But, she didn't; she couldn't! The pleasure of his fingers exploring the most intimate parts of her body was overcoming her fear of being shamed or embarrassed. "Mmmm," she cooed to his nasty touch and then felt guilty for allowing him this indiscretion and worried they might be seen by other beachgoers. Max wanted to push his fingers inside Michelle's wet hole but held back. Instead, he explored her labia and clitoris; tickling and teasing her with his thumbs. Eventually, Michelle's conscious got the best of her and she diffused the situation by turning over, causing his hands to retreat from her backside. On the first try her words stuck in her throat. "I guess you can do my front," she said as she reached between her legs and adjusted her bikini bottom. Frank had worked his way back onto the beach and found a spot with a nice view of his wife's rubdown. He arrived in time to see Max with his hands under her bikini before she turned over. "That's so damn hot!" he said aloud. "It sure is, mister!" One of two teenage boys said to him as they stared at his wife. "Wish I were that guy right now," he added. "Yeah, I wish we had an excuse to walk to the end of the beach so we could get a better look at her. We could hide behind their tent and watch," the other one said. "No way, man! My parents'd kill me! They're watchin us right now!" The first one replied. Frank turned and looked down the beach at a woman as wide as she was tall with her hands on her hips, staring at the boys. Max repositioned himself, straddling the lounger between Michelle's legs, facing her. "Michelle, just lay your legs over my thighs for me." It seemed to Michelle that she had jumped from the frying pan into the fire! Sure, she had stopped his exploration of her pussy and anus...but she was now offering her breasts to him; and if she draped her legs over his, then her pussy would be perilously close to the bulge that was growing under his tight suit. Michelle tried to act indignant, but with her heart pounding in her chest she complied. "Good girl. Smoke?" he asked. Michelle reached into his pocket and pulled out a box of French cigarettes he had purchased in town. She flipped open the lid and pushed a thin brown cigarette halfway out of the box with the tip of her nails and lifted the box to his mouth. With the cigarette hanging from his masculine lips, she flicked on the lighter and lit him up. Michelle enjoyed hearing herself referred to as a "Good Girl". Maybe the phrase took her back to her childhood when she was told what to do and rewarded when she was good. Max's manly tone seemed to break down her defenses and make her feel he was in charge. She liked that. Michelle hadn't tasted tobacco since her college days. But, for some reason she reached for Max's cigarette. Michelle enjoyed pulling the smoke into her lungs and then watching it dissipate into the air beside them as she exhaled. With her legs draped over his thighs, her eyes looked through her sunglasses and drifted across the blue sky above them. She took in another drag as Max lifted one leg, placed her ankle on his shoulder and began to apply more suntan oil. He oiled up the front of her leg from ankle to hip using the same method he had used on her back. With each down stroke Michelle felt his inside hand inch closer to her pussy. She enjoyed the feel of his strong hands sliding down her thigh and without thinking, relaxed her other leg, allowing it to slip down his thigh towards his knee. With her legs now spread, her bikini was way too small to cover her pussy, giving Max a clear view between her legs. Eventually, his fingers probed under her suit and into the thin wispy strands of her pubic hair, causing them to glisten with suntan oil. Then, he moved them down the length of the soft fold of skin bordering Michelle's pussy. This is all so wrong, she thought but felt powerless to stop it. She couldn't understand all of the emotions twirling through her mind. Her parents hadn't raised her this way and that probably added to her excitement. Max could feel the stirrings of his cock beginning its inevitable hardening. He was wearing a tight fitting suit and his enlarging cock began stretching it even tighter. Damn, I'd like to let it out, he thought. As Michelle felt the tingling sensation between her legs from his fingers she fought with her emotions. She knew what she was allowing him to do was improper. But, didn't Frank tell her to relax and enjoy herself? And, didn't she promise Frank that she would make him proud of her today? If she stopped now she would only look prudish. She held the cigarette between the ends of her fingers and offered a drag to Max. "Thanks, baby," he said, his hands wet with oil. Michelle put her fingertips, with the cigarette between them, onto his lips so he could pull smoke from the cigarette. Even though her legs were draped over his thighs, she couldn't yet feel his hardening cock. That changed dramatically as he bent forward to pull a drag off the smoke. His erect cock made contact with her inner thigh. It startled Michelle! She hadn't expected it. She also hadn't expected it to be so large! When Max finished his long, deep drag his resumed his position and his cock broke its contact with her flesh. "Oh, my," she thought to herself. Max then worked on the other leg in the same fashion as the first. After several strokes up and down he probed under the bikini with his fingers and added oil to her pubic mound. Michelle didn't stop him as his fingers ran through her long wispy strands of hair. "Mmmmm," she moaned. She was becoming aroused, caving in to the stimulation and unconsciously spread her legs even more. She was now completely opened up for him with her knees spread far apart. "You've got a beautiful, sexy body," he said as he looked her over. Michelle fumbled with her response, eventually saying "Thank you" and reflexively telling him that her husband thought so too. "Let's get your chest," Max said. He grabbed both legs and pulled her into him so he could reach her neck and shoulders. As the thin fabric of her bikini met the stretched fabric of his suit the lower half of his long, thick cock forced its way between the puffy lips of her sex. Frank watched his wife from a distance and although he couldn't tell for certain, he thought he could see her wiggling her crotch into Max's. "Is that really my wife!" he whispered as he tried to keep his own cock from hardening. Michelle enjoyed the way he took control of her but worried how this might look to her husband. "What if Frank sees us, Max? Maybe we should stop?" she asked nervously. "Grab another smoke for us, baby," Max suggested, ignoring her question as he oiled up her shoulders and chest. Each time he rubbed the oil into her shoulders he took pulled her into his erection and then pushed it against her sex. Under the pretense of rubbing oil into her breasts, he kneaded them and pinched her nipples as he humped her. Lying back in her lounger, with her chest heaving from her arousal, she looked between her legs to see what was having such an effect on her. She saw that Max's suit was wet from her pussy juices and the wet stretching fabric was formed around the big shaft. "Oh, my!" she said softly, but loud enough for Max to hear and thought of how something that big would feel inside her. With Max leaning over her and massaging her tits, Michelle easily reached his breast pocket for his lighter and cigarettes. His cock was pointing straight up and snuggled tightly in-between her pussy lips as she lit up. Michelle's hands were trembling as she took the first drag and exhaled the smoke over his shoulder. He pushed hard against her and took a drag as she held the cigarette for him. She enjoyed the added pressure of his 225 pounds of muscle pushing on her crotch. Max was a big man with a big cock and her thin, slender body was overpowered by him. Max took her affection in stride, not saying a word. He continued kneading the oil into her creamy white breasts. They were slippery from the oil. He leaned over her, balanced himself against her crotch and massaged her tits with both hands. Michelle's nipples hardened quickly as he squeezed her breasts together and pulled on them. She knew this was now much more than a simple rubdown! But, she couldn't help herself anymore. Michelle grabbed the sides of the lounger and pulled herself more firmly against Max's cock. She knew this was violating her morals; allowing a man to take such liberties; and she realized, very suddenly, that she did not care. She was a thousand miles away from her home; why should she care? The Secret Garden Michelle whimpered like a virgin experiencing her first cock as she wiggled her pussy up and down on it to excite her clit. Max's hips moved in sync with hers. I want to see it, she thought and started to moan. As Max played with her breasts and looked her up and down, Michelle undulated against his cock. "Ooohhh, Max," she cooed as she lost herself in the moment. "Mmmmm," she moaned. Watching him look at her as though she were a slut excited her even more! I want to see that big cock, she thought as she moaned again. Michelle got her wish when the up and down movement of her hips pulled the suit off Max's cock, exposing the top four inches. She thought of how she wanted to touch it and wondered if her fingers would reach all the way around it. He quickened his pace as she tried to resist the inevitable orgasm beginning its rush through her body by biting her lip and tightly gripping the edges of her lounger, but nothing could stop it. "Ohhhh!!" she moaned, giving in to the climax that was now sweeping through her body like an ocean wave. She laid her head back and let the orgasm take over her senses. Frank watched intently as the two of them humped each other. She's cumming, he said to himself. Indeed she was! Michelle's legs tightened around Max's waist as the rush of exhilaration swept over her. She tried her best to keep the sound of her passion muffled. But, she couldn't help but let out a higher pitched moan as she came. Frank waited until the action was over and they had cleaned themselves up before he approached them. Max was back in his lounge and Michelle was sitting prettily in hers, stuffing the cigarette into the sand, as he arrived. "Michelle, you naughty girl. I saw what you did!" he teased as he sat down with the new bottle of suntan oil and waited for her reply. "I...uhmm...." she started to panic. She was already feeling guilty and ashamed. What would her parents or her church friends think of her actions? Before she could get herself into trouble by blurting out her confession Frank rescued her by saying, "Smoking will ruin your complexion, you know." Michelle laughed nervously, before he and Max joined in. "Frank, you weren't supposed to see me, darling!" she said, regaining her composure. "I was only enjoying a simple pleasure. You told me to relax and enjoy myself!" "That I did, Michelle. And, I'm glad to see you took my advice!" He leaned over and kissed his beautiful blonde wife. The three of them enjoyed conversation over another drink before Max excused himself to wander the island. "Perhaps we'll see more of you before our cruise is over, Max," Frank said as we shook hands. "Yes, we'd like that, Max!" Michelle added and said goodbye with a hug. "Did you know he lives in Chicago?" Michelle asked her husband after Max had left. "No kidding? Hmmm, that's interesting. What part?" "He said the north side." Both agree they would have to look him up one day. Now that she was alone with Frank, Michelle's excitement over Max's attention was being overcome by her feelings of guilt. The two of them spent a quiet hour on the beach together, each seemingly alone in their thoughts. Michelle didn't want to admit to herself that she reveled in the attention she had received from both her husband and Max. The nastiness of a "rubdown" from a man she barely knew seemed to satisfy a deep hunger that she had long suppressed. She wanted to be nasty with another man again, and soon. How am I going to tell Frank, she asked herself dejectedly and told herself to put it out of her mind. Frank noticed Michelle's quiet mood and worried he had put her into a situation that harmed her. I know she needs to explore her sexuality, he thought. But, did I go too fast? He resolved to talk to Michelle before they returned to the ship. "Let's go for one last swim," he suggested. She nodded silently. As they walked toward the surf, Michelle reached for Frank's hand. It felt warm, like the black sand of Anse Couleuvre. The sand between her toes soon gave way to the clear water of the Caribbean. It felt soothing as water flowed across her still puffy labia and naked breasts. Her senses cleared and everything seemed to be okay again as the water washed her guilt from her mind. "This is a perfect way to end our afternoon, honey. It couldn't be more wonderful!" she confessed. Frank held Michelle in his arms and kissed her. He had spent the last two hours mentally fighting back an erection. Being in the water, holding his pretty wife, had relieved him of the need to resist. Hidden by the ocean, he let it fatten as Michelle wrapped her legs around him. "Mmmmm!!" she moaned as she delighted in Frank's arousal. "Fuck me. Please, put it inside me," she asked. Michelle pulled her bikini aside and wiggled onto her husband's cock. Frank lovingly undulated in and out of his wife's sex. They made love in the clear water as the gentle current pushed them slowly down the beach with Frank using his feet to bounce gently off the sandy bottom. Michelle's second orgasm of the afternoon wasn't as strong as her first, but its lack of intensity didn't lessen its importance to her. As Frank's cum filled her, she delighted in the tenderness of their relationship. "I love you, Frank." "I love you too, Sweetheart," he answered. After arriving back in Fort-de-France, Frank insisted they shop for an outfit for Michelle. She tried on several dresses, in several different shops, before Frank found one he liked. Michelle only wanted to please him and didn't put up any resistance when the one he chose was more revealing than she preferred. I'll just wear a full slip with it, she thought. "Frank, you're too good to me," she said as they walked back to the ship. She stopped him beside a fountain near the wharf. "I have a confession to make. And, I don't know how to start." "Michelle, I think I know what you're going to say. Please understand I'm not upset about it." "You should be, Frank. And, when you hear what I did, you will be." A tear slid down her cheek and her breath shortened as she spoke. "When you left for more suntan oil I did what you wanted and let Max rub me down. But, things got out of hand and I let him go too far." She sniffled to keep her nose from running as she began to cry. "I don't know why! I wish I did know. I really do. I... I just don't understand myself right now," she confessed. "Michelle, don't feel so bad about yourself! Please, put those negative thoughts out of your mind! I have a confession of my own. I watched you....On the beach...I watched Max give you the massage. I saw almost the entire thing and I want you to know that I was so proud of you! It was the sexiest, most incredibly erotic thing....I couldn't look away! You were so sexy and beautiful. Please Michelle, just tell me you enjoyed every second of it!" Hearing his words allowed her to let go of her emotions; and no longer holding them back, tears fell down her cheeks as she pressed her face into Frank's chest. Even as Frank held her close, guilt because of what she had done filled her thoughts. Under his strong arms her chest stopped heaving and the tears slowed to a trickle as she felt the emotional security his embrace provided and her thoughts began working through what he had told her. As she wiped her eyes she asked him, "Are you sure it's okay?" "Of course," he said gently and hugged her tight. Her cheeks were still wet from her tears and she sniffled as she spoke, "I'm so sorry, honey. Do you really forgive me?" "Michelle, I don't believe I have anything to forgive you for. Sweetheart, I'm glad you let yourself go, even if it was only for one afternoon. But, if you need me to say the words, I will." Michelle wrapped her arms around Frank's neck and rose up onto her toes. "I do." "Then, I forgive you Michelle. And, I'm very proud of you." After kissing him, and with tears on her cheeks, she smiled a mischievous smile. "I told you I would make you proud of me!" The ship wouldn't sail until after two in the morning, so after showering in their cabin they went back into town for dinner and dancing. Frank and Michelle returned to their normal, more provincial social boundaries and spent the remander of their night enjoying each other's affection. During the evening Frank confessed to Michelle that he enjoyed watching her flirt and tease other men. He even suggested they incorporate the idea into all of their vacations. "We can act out some of our fantasies, Michelle," he said. She seemed to be embarrassed to discuss it and Frank eventually gave up. Neither of them saw Max until the next afternoon at poolside. Because of her conservative upbringing, Michelle began to feel guilty again. She was back in her one-piece swimsuit. Wanting to be sensitive to her feelings, Frank hadn't tried to dissuade his pretty wife from returning to her traditional suit. He knew the previous day's adventure had pushed past her personal limits and she needed time to digest the experience. Michelle, Frank and Max exchanged small talk and enjoyed a couple of drinks. A few harmless flirtations were exchanged, but nothing rose anywhere close to the level of Anse Couleuvre. The following day the ship docked in Miami. CHAPTER TWO: The Dinner Party Frank brought the memory of watching his wife's sexual adventure home with him, often replaying it in his mind like a short erotic film. The episodes lingered in Michelle's mind as well. But, her memories were different than those of her husband's. Michelle's were based on her feelings and emotions. For instance, she remembered how sexy she felt putting on her risqué party dress and walking into the disco, turning several men's heads. I was such a show off, she thought proudly. The days clicked by and their life returned to normal. Michelle had arranged for a dinner party at their home several weekends after returning. She and Frank invited a mix of people. More than twenty couples would show. Several from Frank's work, some of her tennis club friends and a few couples from the neighborhood. Michelle loved to entertain! Even though the cruise was only a memory, Michelle's thoughts kept returning to it and the ideas Frank had spoken of. She kept trying to push them from her mind. "Those are foolish ideas!" she said to herself. But, she couldn't rid herself of them and eventually began accepting them as a fantasy she wanted to experience again. Could I really tease and flirt with strange men like Frank wants me to? Does he really want to watch me? Does he want me to go even further than flirting? She knew Frank had suggested all of this to her, but did he really mean it? Frank came home early on the afternoon of the party and found Michelle relaxing in the garden behind the house; an almost hidden place bordered with large flowering shrubs; a rope swing descending from a full canopy of oak leaves blocking out the sun and wind; a soft grass floor where Michelle was laying, peering up at the shafts of light that were lucky enough to break through the oak branches and strike the green grass and flowers. This is where they came to get away from the world. And, this is where Frank found Michelle. He sat in the swing and gently rocked as he chewed on a blade of grass and talked about life with the woman he loved. "Frank, Is French Martinique the way things can be?" she asked. "Is it how it should be?" "Things? What do you mean, Michelle?" She hesitated, and then spoke timidly, "Our sex life....on the cruise...and now." She didn't really know how to express her thoughts and she didn't want to sound foolish. "It can be whatever we want it to be," he assured her, grateful she was finally ready to talk. She had wanted to talk about it since the day of their return but couldn't convince herself to bring the subject up until now. "Can it be exciting and adventurous and loving and tender all in one afternoon?" She questioned, and didn't wait for an answer! "Can we go from naughty to nice to nasty and back again, Frank?" Still not pausing she added, "Can I be a naughty little slut and a fine lady at the same time?" "Yes! Yes, and yes!" he answered quickly before she could pose any more questions. They both laughed as Frank continued to swing and Michelle kept looking into the tree top. "Our sex life doesn't have to conform to our family's and friend's moral absolutes. We don't have to live it out in the open for everyone to inspect. We can live our own life, Michelle." "But, how can I be both a slut and a lady?" she asked. "I'm not sure I can live in both worlds. Tell me how, darling. I want desperately to know." "Michelle, you ARE a lady; and you always will be. But, the truth is; you enjoy letting yourself go; teasing and flirting; playing and acting slutty. And, you especially like to do it in my presence!" he said. She giggled and turned onto her side to look into Frank's eyes! "Funny, how you seem to enjoy it as much as I do!" A wry smile curled onto his face as he looked up at her. "Michelle, think of our sexual adventures as you do this garden. It's a secret, hidden place. A secret garden that only you and I know about; full of things that touch your senses and emotions. "I think I see what you mean," she said while looking down. "We need a secret garden to enter when we want intimacy without judgment." "Precisely!" he said. "A place of trust, without judgment. It already exists; not as a physical place; but a spot in our minds and hearts where we go when we want to play!" Michelle loved getting away from the day to day pressures of life by hiding herself away in this special place where the trees and shrubs; the soft green grass; and the smell of the plants and flowers allowed her mind to roam free. She knew he was right. It all made so much sense! She could live a normal life and still enjoy the more risqué' adventures with Frank! The two could escape to their secret garden, a place of mutual understanding where she could let her mind and body enjoy otherwise forbidden pleasures. "So, tonight?" she asked as she sat up with a sudden burst of energy. "Am I to be your little slut? Or, am I to be your fine lady?" Frank spit the grass stalk out of his mouth as he rose, took Michelle's hand and pulled her to her feet. "Both." "But, how?" she looked quizzically at him. "With a very good plan, a very pretty lady, and just the right outfit!" he said. "Well! We've only three hours before our guests arrive," she said. "Then, we'd better get started!" They held hands as they hurried, almost skipping, to the house: leaving the smells and comfort of the flowers and shade behind them as their minds drifted together towards sexual adventure. "Mmmmm, what have you got up your sleeve?" she questioned teasingly as she chose a dress for the party. She loved it when Frank planned adventures for her! He was always so imaginative! Frank grabbed his digital camera. "We're going to take some photos of you, baby." Frank suggested she get ready while he got them a glass of wine and set up for the shoot. Michelle prepared herself for her very first photo shoot. She applied her make-up with the utmost care. It was something she always did, but this time she made sure everything was just right. She was careful to accent her dark blue eyes with enough eye-liner and mascara to entrance anyone lucky enough to catch a glimpse of her tonight. She applied a delicate amount of pink lipgloss to complete her enchanting "fuck me" look. Just as she finished, Frank arrived with the wine and prepared the soft-light reflectors to enhance the contrasts. He began photographing Michelle in the expensive black evening dress she chose to wear for the party. She teased and flirted; she seemed to know exactly how to turn on the photographer without being nasty; her mother had taught her that. And, she was very happy to submit to the allure of the camera; holding her poses until the shot was captured. As he shot Michelle's portfolio he rehearsed with her how the evening was going to unfold. His clever plan, as well as the photo shoot, excited and intrigued her. This was the first time Michelle had ever posed for boudoir photos. She was very compliant and she enjoyed it immensely and seemed to enjoy flaunting herself in front of the camera. After a half-hour of light-flashes, shutter-snapping and pose changes, Frank had accumulated several dozen good shots of Michelle and asked if she needed rest. "I know this is hard work and the lights are hot. If you want a break, we can stop," he said. "No, no. This is so much fun! If you can keep going I can to. Perhaps another wine?" Frank took the opportunity to review the pictures he had taken while he brought a bottle up from the kitchen. On his return Frank teased her, "We have so many beautiful shots! You're a natural, Michelle. I know it's hard work but you make it look so easy." "Do I?" she giggled. Frank and Michelle reviewed the pics he had saved so far. Seeing the results of her work excited Michelle. She wanted to talk about each one, describing it and placing a value on it. Michelle really was a natural at flirting with the camera, and cameraman, by presenting herself in a plethora if different looks; little miss innocent; followed by a naughty slut; followed with a pouty pose; followed by a sophisticated look, and so on. Each seemed better than the previous and all were sexy hot! "Let's get started again," she suggested and Frank set up the soft-light in front of her vanity. She assumed different positions, her hands on the chase beside her vanity, bent over with legs wide, or sitting delicately on the edge of her vanity with her back beautifully arched and her breasts pushed out in a manner that invited attention. She took a sip of wine again, as Frank took pictures of her breasts looking up and down her chest, and then he suggested she delicately caress her pussy. "Like this? Is this what you want to see?" she teased. Michelle ran her fingers under her panties and through her thin blonde bush as Frank clicked away. She teased her husband with her erotic poses as her hands explored her body. She moved across her labia and clitoris with one hand while kneading her tits with the other; stopping only to hold special poses for Frank when he asked. "Do you want this next?" she asked coyly. Michelle turned and faced the mirror so she could tease the camera with her cheeks; pulling and kneading them. She held the cheeks open and pulled her panties to one side to expose her pink anus and then Michelle pulled her panties into her wet vagina, causing her swollen lips to part and wrap themselves around the black silk fabric. "Does that look good?" she asked. Still facing the vanity mirror, she watched Frank clicking away and trying his best to keep his reflection and the camera flash out of the frame. "Yes! Yes, perfect! You look quite demure," he said as she turned her head, looking behind her and into the camera lense with her dress raised above her hips and her sexy slender legs showing. Frank had always thought Michelle's legs and ass were her best features. He clicked away from the floor, looking up those long legs he admired so much, and thinking of how special it was that his wife's legs didn't rub together on their way up to her ass, like most of his friend's wives did. Michelle had left her panties buried between her lips and Frank took care to capture pics of her naughty pose from different angles. After holding several poses for him she sat back down onto the chase, exposing her stockings and garters with her legs crossed. She watched Frank take more shots as she sipped her wine with her dress bunched at her waist and her breasts exposed. "You're such a tease!" he said. The Secret Garden Michelle certainly knew what men wanted, and seemed to enjoy giving it to the camera, as well as her husband. She wiggled out of her panties and sat back onto the chase; reached for the bottle of wine and poured herself another glass as she posed with her legs spread open, allowing her intimate parts to be photographed. As Frank went to work she rubbed a small amount of her pink lip gloss onto her nipples to make them stand out. Frank took several positions around his submissive wife as she tickled her pussy with her legs spread and she carefully coiffed her pussy hair, making sure it looked just right. He took shots while standing on a chair from above and he laid on the floor to shoot her from below as her hands continued to explore her body. "Spread them further," Frank told her. Without questioning him she spread her legs very wide, pulling her sex lips apart and opening up her pussy to the camera. She didn't need any suggestion on what to do next. It was obvious to Frank that she was very aroused and he wanted to capture a few more priceless shots before the session ended. Frank waited while she changed her pose. "Do you like this?" she asked as she bent onto her knees, pushing her buttocks up and toward Frank. Michelle's pussy lips were framed by those slender ass cheeks as Frank resumed taking erotic shots of his wife. She reached behind her and pulled the glistening wet pubic hair straight out, giving Frank a shot of the light shining through her wet pubes as he pointed the camera from below. Frank knew he had a wonderfully sexy set of photos but we wasn't quite ready to end the session. "You've been absolutely magnificent," encouraged Frank "Let's get some action shots!" "This is wonderful!" Frank whispered after setting up the tripod and remote control. Michelle's submissiveness to her husband was evident as she took him into her mouth while he clicked off photographs. Michelle posed in different stages of undress with Frank's cock and either her beautiful face or her face and breasts always in the frame; full frontal, profile, her mouth open and closed; kissing its head and deep-throating him. Without prompting from him, she let Frank begin taking photographs of them fucking. They were not easy pictures to make properly. The lighting had to be perfect and with the camera stationary they had to move into the right position for the shot instead of a cameraman doing the work. Or, they had to stop, reposition the camera, and then resume. Michelle's body was responding to the sexual excitement and she was having a difficult time holding still. Her self-control was now being tested to the limit as he took turns pushing his cock into her pussy; holding the pose; clicking the remote control. Then, pulling it out until just the right pose was struck; taking another pic and then doing it all over again! "Thwaack!" he had to give her a spank on her bottom to get her attention when she began to caving in to her lust. "Ouch!" she would playfully respond. "That's not fair!" By the end of the photo session Michelle's pussy was on fire and she wanted her husband's cock back inside her! "Fuck me till I cum, darling!" she begged. "Not yet, baby. Not until after the party," he insisted. "Hmmph! You're so mean!" she replied. "Then I'm not letting you use any of my pictures!" "Come here, baby! You can help me pick out our favorites." Wanting to appear innocent, Michelle said she liked the glamour shots best. The ones of her fully clothed or only showing cleavage or the tops of her stockings were the photos she selected. "They're so elegant!" she said proudly, while hoping Frank would select the more erotic pics. He didn't disappoint her. His favorites were the shots of Michelle revealing her pussy and breasts. He also loved the action shots. He let Michelle pick out two of her favorites and included them in his top twelve. All twelve of them showed her beautiful face and long blonde hair. Frank then used his photo printer to print them and began framing them while Michelle finished up preparations for the party downstairs. He met her in the foyer as their first guests pulled into the driveway. He asked her one last time if she understood the plan. "Yes. Yes, I do. I just don't know if I can go through with it," she said timidly. "You can do this, baby," he assured her. "Frank, are you sure about this?" Michelle asked nervously as the doorbell rang. "You'll make me proud, Michelle." "I love you, Frank," she told him before opening the front door to greet her first guests. As Michelle greeted them she wondered which man Frank would choose. They had many friends. Some better looking than others and she didn't want him to choose a man that wasn't handsome. As she gave air-kisses to Ben and Colleen she hoped Frank would choose him. He's such a hot man, she thought. And, she enjoyed the thought of his pretty wife not knowing! She thought Colleen was far too competitive. She was always trying to best Michelle in everything they did. That even included how much attention she received from her husband versus how much attention Frank gave Michelle. "Jealous bitch", she said to herself as they walked in and then immediately felt horrible for thinking such a thought. Jason was on her wish list too! Serena was his wife and one of her girlfriends from the country club. Michelle thought of how jealous Serena was and how she was careful to never leave Jason alone with her. Frank can pick him too, she thought as she gave them each a hug and an air-kiss. She selected several more men during dinner. "Mmmm, he would be fine," she said to herself. And, "Definitely not him," she whispered about another. Later, as Michelle made the social rounds she narrowed her list of the men she hoped would be chosen. It was well after dinner when Frank signaled his wife. A tingle of excitement stirred inside her when she saw him across the room hold his glass up to her. For a moment she started to panic inside, wondering if she was sure he had given the signal! "Oh, my goodness!" she thought, and began running the plan through her mind. First, she "accidentally" spilled a very small amount of wine on her dress. She excused herself from her guests and made her way upstairs. With each step, she felt her panties rub across her suddenly very tender clitoris. She was wet from the excitement! Just past the top of the stairs, to the right, she locked the bathroom door and closed it shut. "I've got to hurry!" she whispered as she turned left, into the master bedroom suite. She walked into the dressing area in front of her vanity and the decorative mirror above it. The toilet room was on the other side of her and a wall that until a few hours ago held family pictures was behind her. Within a couple of minutes, she heard footsteps coming down the hall. Her hands were trembling as she lifted her dress up above the top of her stockings, pretending to clean the wine stain with a damp cloth. Her high heels gave her legs a stunning shape, and her bra held her breasts up voluptuously. As soon as someone entered the room they would be able to see the tiny little triangle of fabric hiding Michelle's most intimate area, but it wasn't really hiding anything. The panties were see-through, and, just peeping from the sides, were one or two of her blonde pubic hairs. "Who will it be?" she wondered nervously. "Oh, god. Please let it be Ben or Jason!" she whispered. The man stopped in his tracks when he realized he had walked in on Frank's wife. He looked across the room at Michelle working on her dress. She had pulled it up, exposing herself and obviously unaware of his presence. "Ahh, uhmmm, excuse me, Michelle," he stammered his apology. "The ah....The other bathroom was locked and Frank said to just use this one." Michelle sat delicately with one hip on the edge of the vanity facing the room, with her back to the vanity mirror. She posed with her weight on her right leg, bent at the knee with her foot on the floor pointing towards him. The other was placed on the cushioned high-back chair beside her, forcing her legs open and lifting her knee slightly above parallel with the vanity. Michelle's foot, in a black strappy sandal, was in the center of the cushion pointing perpendicular to her body to reveal one of the most sensual of a woman's features; the arch of her foot. A lamp sat behind her leg on the vanity, casting a soft light that highlighted the wall and mirror, as well as cascading around the edges of her body. The sandal, as well as the top of the foot it held and her perfectly pedicured toes, was bathed in light while the sensual inner portion of her arch and ankle were dark. The light also highlighted her shin and the front of her knee. Her calf, pulled tight because of the stiletto sandal, was silhouetted by the lamp's light as it swept around her leg. Michelle's inner thighs were in shadow, as was most of her body on the side away from the lamp, including the intimate area between her legs. But the light found the beauty of her face and bathed her sharp features in soft illumination. Intriguingly, light also swept under her leg giving the man a view of the delicate lace doily on the surface of the vanity underneath. He could see the garter on bottom stretched tight around the outer curvature of her hip, while the one on top fluffed loosely on her leg. She was posed exactly as they had practiced! Michelle's heart was pounding in her chest as she looked up at him. Thank you Frank, she thought. "That's alright, Jason. You haven't interrupted anything." She tried to act casual but she trembled inside as she spoke. "I've got an especially difficult little stain to clean off my dress! Can you help me?" She was almost too nervous to speak and wondered if he could hear her voice cracking. "Sure thing," he replied. "How can I help?" Michelle sounded exasperated that she couldn't get it out and, handing him the cloth, asked if he could give it a try. He looked behind him towards the door before reaching for the cloth. Michelle's flesh tingled when Jason's hands touched her leg only a few inches from her pussy. He held her dress up and pulled it away from her as he gently rubbed at a stain that he could barely see. She pretended to not notice when he looked between her legs and wondered if he see her wet panties. He did, but his manners forced him to look about the room rather than stare at crotch of his friend's wife. When his eyes scanned the decorative wall, he saw the boudoir photographs Frank had taken earlier that afternoon. He did a quick double-take, not knowing what to do! Frank had told her this would be her cue. "Oh, my goodness! You're not supposed to see those!" she feigned embarrassment. "I ash..." he stammered nervously as he did a quick visual tour of the photographs. "They're ah....they're very nice." "Well, what's done is done! Promise me you won't tell Serena! She'll be so jealous and angry with me. Jason, promise me!" "I promise. I won't say a word," he said sincerely. "You're a true gentleman. Thank you," she said, then hooked him in with the line Frank had instructed her to use, "So...do you like them?" Jason didn't really know how to respond. He didn't anticipate the question and tried his best to evade it. She noticed his eyes fixed on the photo of her standing in black high heels and stockings with her legs together and facing away from the camera. In the photo she was bending over the edge of the vanity, looking into the mirror as she primped with her hair. He must really like that one, she thought. They were the same heels she had on now, as well as the same dress. In the photo her dress was pulled above her hips and off her breasts. Just as Frank had instructed her, she teased Jason by pointing to it. "Does it look okay with the dress bunched around my waist," she asked. Her pussy was exposed from behind in the photo. "Frank likes it a lot. He calls it his "Short Skirt Slut" photo." "Is this the same dress as in the picture?" he asked, feeling more confident, as he compared the two. "It's very sexy on you, Michelle." "How nice of you to notice! Yes, it is." "I don't know, Michelle. It looks a little different. I guess it's just the camera angle or something," he said, trying to make casual conversation. "Here, let me show you!" Michelle gently pulled the dress's halter off her shoulders, letting her breasts pop from beneath the silk fabric. The excitement had aroused Michelle's sensitive pink nipples. They were constricted and hard, like pencil erasers. As Jason admired them, she lifted the skirt above her hips, turned toward the mirror and posed just like the photograph. "See!" she said excitedly as she looked at him through the reflection of the mirror. She held her legs together and bent over the vanity's edge with one hand on the vanity to balance herself and the other playing with her hair. Her dress rested above her hips and fell down her left side, away from the lamp. The side of Michelle next to the lamp was again bathed in light while the other side was in shadow. The soft white underside of her breast was lit from below, causing a dark shadow above her erect nipples and across her cleavage. He enjoyed the reflection of her large tits in the mirror as he answered her. "Oh, yeah. I see it now! But, in the photo you aren't wearing panties," he replied as his cock stirred to life! "We'll have to fix that," Michelle answered. She pulled her panty off her ass and let it fall around her ankles before she returned to her pose. With her pussy above the level of the vanity, the light swept between her legs and silhouetted her sex lips and the wispy strands of blonde hair. The crack of Michelle's ass was dark, as was the cleft created by her thighs coming together below her pussy. Only her sex was bathed in light penetrating into the opening between her thighs. Her legs didn't allow any light to penetrate between them again until they naturally parted below her calfs. "That's it! Beautiful!" Jason beamed his approval. "I'm glad you like it!" Jason stepped closer and touched her hip with his fingers. "No touching, Jason. We can't continue if you insist on touching me," she warned. "I'm sorry. It's hard but I won't touch you again," he answered. Michelle responded coyly, with her eyes looking at the tent-pole in his slacks and giggled. "Yes, it certainly appears to be." Next, she pointed to the photo of her sitting on the edge of her vanity bench. The photograph showed her in the same dress. But, it was pulled up; showing her inner thighs with her legs spread open wide. Her black transparent panties were stretched tight and her swollen sex lips were pushed against the fabric. "He calls this one "Pussy Galore". Isn't it silly to give nicknames to my photos?" As Jason stammered for an answer, Michelle sat down and posed like the picture with her legs opened wide, giving Jason a good look at her pussy through her see-thru panties. "Do you like it?" She paused, and then explained her question. "The photo. Do you like it?" Michelle could hardly believe what she was doing. It was so nasty! I guess I am Frank's little slut, she thought to herself as she showed off to her friend's husband. She then motioned to the photograph of her sucking Frank's cock. It was taken with her fully clothed in the same evening dress she had on tonight. She's kneeling beside Frank like a loving wife. Her hair is pulled up and her glossy lips are wrapped around his cockhead as she is looking into the camera. "That's his favorite," she said. "He likes the one next to it, too." The photo beside it was a close up of Michelle's face. In it, her exceptionally clear, blue eyes were looking into the camera lense as the tip of her tongue flicked precum from his cock. "You look beautiful in both. What's Frank's name for the first one?" "Promise you won't tell Serena?" She watched him nod his head as he stared at it. "He calls it "Little Miss Lollipop! Isn't that funny?" she giggled. Then, to Jason's disappointment she added, "I can't model that one for you. Sorry." "That's okay. I understand," he said, still not believing his luck! Michelle could hardly believe she had pulled this off! "The stain's all gone! I'd better get back to my party!" she announced, and added, "You won't say anything to Serena, will you?" "I promise," he replied. As she pulled her dress back onto her shoulders she thought of how proud Frank was going to be when he found out his plan worked like a charm! I can't wait to tell him, she thought. And left the room. Jason stayed for several more minutes, ostensibly to enjoy the pictures for a few more minutes before using the toilet. Michelle winked at her husband as she reached the base of the stairs. "Let me refresh your drink," she told him. She whispered in his ear, "My pussy is on fire!" before she took his empty glass and added, "Very clever!". For the remainder of party Frank took steps to make sure he and Michelle were in Jason and Serena's company as much as possible. He could tell from Michelle's body language she was nervous around them; nervous in an excited way! She crossed and uncrossed her legs whenever they were with them, even when standing. This was a sure sign to Frank that Michelle's pussy was still tingling and he tried his best to keep it that way! As soon as the front door closed on the last guest to leave, Frank pushed his wife against the door and lifted her dress. His hands slid under Michelle's panties; his fingers closing around the waistband and aggressively jerking them off her ass. "Jason wanted this didn't he, baby," he insisted as the delicate silk fabric made a ripping sound as it tore. "I'm sure he wanted me, darling. By the time I was finished his cock was rock hard," she replied, feigning indifference but with a slight tremble in her voice that gave her away. She felt the cool air rush over her pussy as the silk fabric was pulled away. It acted like a switch, turning on her lust. Michelle was beside herself! She wanted a cock inside her as soon as possible. "Fuck me. Fuck me good and hard!" she moaned and then turned her head so her tongue could find his mouth. Frank freed his cock from his slacks and shoved it into his wife's dripping pussy. His thrust's lifted her off the floor as he grunted like an animal. Next, Frank pinned Michelle's arms behind her back and shoved his cock deeper into her. The more helpless Michelle felt, the more she gave in to her lust. She turned her head around as far as she could and found his mouth with her's. His tongue swirled in her mouth as his cock was sliding in and out of her pussy. Michelle moaned with each powerful push and was oblivious to being pushed hard into the front door as she was fucked from behind. "Jason wanted to fuck me like this, Frank. Oooohhh, give it to me harder!" "He couldn't fuck you like I can, baby!" he said with grunts interrupting his sentence. Michelle's cunt was sopping wet from the rough treatment Frank was giving her. The hem of her dress in back was being coated with her pussy juices before Frank's cum could have a chance to add to the cocktail. "Oooheee! Oh, yes! Yesssss!" she screamed as she came quickly and hard. Frank grunted as his cum shot into her pussy! After filling up his wife with his cum, he pulled out and cleaned off his cock with her expensive silk dress. "You're my sophisticated little slut, aren't you?" he said, exhausted. "Yes, darling! That's exactly what I am," she replied with her chest still heaving. Afterward, they went to bed, where they spooned and talked about the evening. They whispered "I love you's" to each other and shared affectionate kisses and touches. They each felt more intimate with each other than they had since their first year of marriage. The Secret Garden "It's so strange," Michelle said. "I feel so much closer to you now." "Why do you say that, Michelle?" "After everything that happened tonight. It was incredible. Frank, I exposed my body to another man and you orchestrated the whole thing. And now, alone with the man I love, to feel so completely in-sync with you. I should feel dirty. But, I don't..." "You're a stunningly beautiful woman, Michelle. And, very sensitive as well. Perhaps you find confirmation of your beauty and feelings, from men by pleasing them." She was experiencing the incredible joy of finally breaking completely free from the restrictions that had been placed on her since her childhood. For the first time in her life, she was finally accepting the fact that the sexual fantasies and yearnings she had long been repressing deep within herself were only natural, curious desires; and this allowed her to fully accept that these feelings, these cravings that occasionally arouse from deep within were not the workings of a sinister mind. "Maybe that's it. Maybe it's just that simple. No wonder you're a successful psychiatrist, darling! Tonight I felt desired by every man at the party." She kissed him gently and said, "It's all because of you, Frank. Thank you, lover." Michelle kissed her husband again and added, "Maybe I'll never understand how you can watch me flirt and tease. I love you for it, Frank. But, I will always wonder how you don't get jealous." Frank kissed her on the neck as he answered, "Baby, I get jealous. I get jealous out of my mind! But, I get excited by it too. Maybe it's a control thing. When you let Max play with you on the beach in Martinique I felt so full of pride. And, I felt that you would do anything for me. That's what I mean by saying it's a control thing. I don't mean it in a negative way." "I know, darling. And, I want you to know something. I want... I want to be controlled by you." Frank pulled her leg over his hip and pushed his cock into her wet hole. They fucked again for the second time before falling fast asleep in each other's arms. CHAPTER THREE: The Poker Game Often, during the days that followed the dinner party Michelle thought of her new attitude towards sex and marveled at the freedom and confidence that seemed to come with it. She had always enjoyed sex with Frank; sex based on tender love and caring; sex that is shared in a traditional marriage; the kind of sex that gives security. She loved that kind of sex and knew she would always have it with her husband. But, this newly found naughtiness that Frank had introduced and she seemingly eagerly accepted was exciting to her! Michelle's mind kept wandering back to it, reliving the escapades and hoping Frank would take her on another adventure. The following Saturday afternoon, Michelle came home to find a red cocktail dress laid out for her on their bed. Matching high heels were beside it. Black stockings and bra were neatly arranged next to the dress. "We're going out tonight, baby," Frank said, walking out of the master bath in a nice pair of slacks and shirt, "I'll wait for you in my office." After Michelle was finished dressing, she came downstairs, wondering what he had planned. "Do you approve?" she asked as she strutted down each step while looking at Frank through the double doors of his office. The cocktail dress was shorter than she would have chosen, a full eight inches above her knees. It clung to her hips and breasts, preventing her from wearing panties as the lines would show. Frank gave an approving smile. "It's a good thing you bought a half-cup bra, Frank. Because this dress shows a lot of cleavage," she said. It did show a lot of her breasts and the darker valley of tender cleavage between them. The top was low enough to show off most of her tits above her nipples. In fact, if she would have to be careful when she bent over, for fear of one popping out! "I love the black stockings with it, Michelle!" She gave him a kiss and asked, "What are we doing tonight, lover?" "I'll explain as we drive." "Lead the way," she replied. During the drive he told her they were attending a poker party. "You're to be the hostess, Michelle." "Mmmmm! Sounds interesting!" she replied, feeling the excitement of a new adventure! He told her there would be five other men and himself. "This is no nickel-and-dime game, Michelle. It's a full grand to get in. They play three or four times a year." "How is it that we're invited?" She asked. "You'll find out in due time," he said and smiled. After a twenty minute drive, they pulled into the gated driveway of a private home in a luxurious, high-end neighborhood in the northern suburbs. "This is so nice!" She said as she admired the ornately decorated entrance to the home. The setting made her feel more comfortable. "Were you worried where we'd end up, Baby?" Frank asked. "I'm just....Just a bit nervous," she answered. "This isn't easy for me. Even though I want to play and tease; it's hard for me to let myself do this." "That's part of why you're so special," he replied and gently kissed her. Michelle sighed when his lips touched hers. Such a complicated creature, he thought. Frank knew how badly she wanted to let herself go. "You've got to put your inhibitions aside, Michelle. Don't think. Don't trap yourself in thoughts. Just relax and react. Nothing will happen in there that you won't want to happen. Remember, I'll be there with you." "Oh, Frank! You're so wonderful. I feel so guilty for wanting to be the center of attention! I guess I'll never understand how you can watch me flirt and play with other men. I don't even understand it myself." He kissed her again and answered, "Just have fun, baby." Frank understood her. Maybe he understood Michelle better than she does herself. He knows how difficult it is for his prim and proper wife to let her hair down. He felt good about how far she had come since the beginning of summer. Their talk in the garden; the subsequent photo shoot; her exposure at the dinner party and now tonight. He hoped tonight's adventure would help her to expand her sexual boundaries even further! Michelle stood with Frank at the front door, anxiously holding his hand. She nervously shuffled on her high heels as the door swung open. A very good looking man with gray hair welcomed them into his home. Michelle was struck with how distinguished he looked. He was older than Frank, with silver hair and dark eyebrows. He led them in and shook Frank's hand first. "Welcome! You must be Frank. You come highly recommended," he said. "I'm Trevor." "Yes, thank you and this is my wife Michelle," Frank answered, introducing her. "Aahh! Tonight's beautiful hostess! It's my pleasure to have you both in my home. Come in." "It's very lovely," Michelle said, smiling as she offered her hand to Trevor and looked about the expansive foyer. Everywhere she looked, she saw luxury! "I hope you find it to your liking as you go about your duties tonight, Michelle." Michelle looked apprehensively at her husband and then back to Trevor. "I'm very new to this, Trevor. Could you explain what my "duties" will be?" "Of course...Of course, Michelle. Let's talk as I show you around my home." During the tour Trevor explained the poker game to her and Frank. He told them the game was held three or four times per year. Most of the players are friends and business associates of his. But, occasionally they bring in a new player. In this case, the new player was Frank. Trevor went on to explain that they usually hire an attractive young woman to serve as hostess; a professional escort. "A woman whose business is to entertain men. Nothing more than entertaining! But, whenever a new player joins the group we expect him to arrange for the hostess and we almost always suggest it be his wife." "Really?" she responded. "Oh, yes. So, don't be nervous," he said as they continued their tour. He said she would be surprised if he told her how many of the wives accept the offer. Trevor continued the tutelage of his new hostess. They met the maid in the kitchen, where he excused her for the evening. "That will be all, Rosa," he told her. "Yes, Mr. Collins," she answered, and made her way to the side door. Trevor Collins instructed Michelle that her duties as hostess we very simple. She was to tend bar and make sure the men's drinks were topped off promptly. The men expected her to periodically bring them fresh appetizers from the kitchen. He explained that she could make side bets with the players, "But you're not to bet on the individual hands, Michelle. There will too much money at stake and since you can make your way around the table to see all of the players cards, it wouldn't look right!" "However, you main responsibility is to keep an air of sexual excitement in the room. The men in our game play hard. Because of the stress, they enjoy a flirtatious relief from the cards. You're to provide it, Michelle." "I...." she paused...and then exhaled before replying, "I can do that, Trevor." "Very good," he said. "One more thing. It's almost eight o'clock. The game will start promptly. Frank gave me your measurements over the phone so that Rosa could pick up a few outfits for you. They're in the guest suite down the hall from the game. As the evening progresses we'll take a few breaks to stretch our legs and unwind. When we do, you're expected to change into something fresh! Keep your tips. With your looks and personality they are likely to be substantial. Oh, and you are to keep the clothes to. Any questions?" Michelle looked first at Frank for a supportive look, which he gave her. She placed her hand on Trevor's arm and with a smile she answered, "Only one. When do I get to meet the players?" With that, Trevor led them into the game room and began introductions. Four men were there. Trevor and Frank made six. Frank knew to let Michelle introduce herself, which she did with a fine bit of playfulness. Marty was the same age as Frank, about forty-five, and in very good shape. Michelle guessed Kevin's age at fifty. His best years were behind him, but he was still an attractive man and very distinguished looking. The very large man was named Simon. He was well over six feet tall and weighed about three hundred pounds. A substantial amount of his weight was in his upper thighs and chest; his hands and feet were large. He looked like a boxer and there was a scar above his eye showing through the thick dark brow. She wasn't sure she liked the look of him and inside she wasn't smiling as she introduced herself. She introduced herself to Carl last. Michelle had difficulty guessing the age of this tall black man. She admired the way his shaved head fit with his "look". She made a teasing joke about it and enjoyed running her hand down his well muscled arm. She thought he was very charming. After introductions, the game started. Michelle brought the men a round of drinks mixed to their liking. As she passed them out Simon complimented Frank, "Michelle is a stunning woman," he said and winked at her as he said it. "Thanks, Simon. I like to think so," he answered and held up his glass to toast his wife. "To our hostess!" The men each raised their glass and leaned across the table to touch his. "May she lift her skirt to signal the start of the game!" Kevin chimed in and they all laughed! Michelle, seeing this as a fun little "test", coyly turned away from the men and lifted her skirt to just above the bottom of her ass, thereby showing the tops of her stockings and teased, "Like this, gentlemen?" "That's a good start, little lady," Carl answered. The game quickly got serious and kept Michelle surprisingly busy. She had much to do! She found fresh snacks in the kitchen and brought them to the game. She mixed another set of drinks and made several trips around the table to flirt with each player. This is hard work, she thought to herself. Trevor complimented her on the job she was doing. "Why thank you, sir!" she answered coyly. "And all of it done in 4" heels and short dress!" Just after nine o'clock the men took a break. On cue, Michelle excused herself to freshen up. In the guest suite she found several bags from Macy's on the bed and two dresses hanging beside the vanity. Everything was so pretty! Both dresses were made of fine silk. Matching heels were on the floor below them; stockings, panties and bras were in the bags. In one of the bags she found a peach-colored see-thru Teddy. "That's so nice of Mr. Collins. I'll have to wear them for Frank when we get home," she said to herself while holding it in front of her and visualizing how the see thru fabric would look on her naked breasts. Michelle walked into the poker room wearing the white goddess dress. Its hemline was ten inches above her knees and the neckline plunged between her breasts and far enough down to prevent her from wearing a bra. She wore a white thong, no stockings and a pair of 4" wedge sandals. Several of the men whistled their approval when she entered. She twirled slowly for them, giving them a look at her legs and thanking them for their approval. Michelle apologized for her tardiness and quickly mixed a round of drinks for the players, earning a tip from each. She took her responsibilities seriously and worked hard to please the men. She sensed Frank's appreciation and made sure to give him several winks to tell him "thank you". But, other than the winks, she tried her best to treat him just like one of the guys. She had a job to do and wanted to do it well. As she delivered drinks Simon and Kevin both took the liberty of running their hands up Michelle's leg. Their warm hands moving across her flesh caused an explosion of goosebumps! She thanked them with a teasing wiggle and caught Frank giving her an approving smile. Michelle was enjoying being the "sexual tease" for the poker party. In-between serving the men she drank a few shots of tequila to loosen up her inhibitions; letting its anesthesia roll across her tongue and help keep her conscious from telling her to stop. Michelle learned very quickly that the black chips were worth $100 apiece and the men were eager to part company with them if she showed them the proper amount of attention after they won a hand! Attention such as lifting her skirt; eventually letting it gather around her waist when she was across the room preparing drinks; innocently brushing her hip against their shoulder; or leaning her breasts into the back of their neck and making a show of peeking at their cards. These silly men, she thought. They love to think I'm so naive! By the end of the second hour she had accumulated over a thousand dollars worth of chips! And, all I've had to do is let them run their hands up my legs, she thought proudly! "Let's take another break, gentlemen," Trevor announced and pushed back his chair. She knew that was her cue. "Excuse me while I change into another outfit," Michelle said and left for the guest suite. "One dress left. It will just have to do for the night," she whispered, a bit worried that the second break had come so soon. After putting on a lacy black bra and the black garter belt and stockings, she slipped into the classic little black dress. She stepped into an expensive pair of peek-toe black pumps and took a moment to admire herself in the full-length mirror. Michelle's pussy was moist from the excitement of the evening and she felt her wetness on the lacy silk panties with the delicate little bow on top when she straightened them. As she entered the poker room she was secretly hoping she would have an opportunity to show off the sexy panties; and one or more of the men would play with her pussy under her dress. I bet I'd get a really good tip then, she thought and smiled. Michelle teased the men unmercifully! Each time she bent over to serve the men, her breasts accidentally on purpose almost popped out of the skimpy bra and halter top. After Carl won a hand she enjoyed a fun tease by bending forward over his shoulder, resting her breasts on his neck and handed him a drink. "I hope you like this," she said, referring to either the drink or her tits. Carl wasn't sure which. "I'll make you a little wager," he said as he pushed his head back into her cleavage and ran his fingers across the back of her knees. "Okay!" she giggled and looked at her husband to make sure it was okay with him. It was. "If I lose the next hand, I'll give you $300. If I win the next hand, I'll give you $300," he said. "I can't lose!" she said quizzically. "But, if I win, I get to place one chip in your panties and one beside each of your very pretty breasts!" Michelle squirmed on her feet and pondered the bet for a moment. Carl had done quite a bit of winning and she knew he was capable of winning two in a row. But, so far as she could remember he hadn't done it yet tonight. "It's a bet!" she said. Halfway through the hand she still had a chance to win the bet. But, cards number six and seven brought Carl a full house and the sizable pot with it. Michelle gathered herself beside the victor and teased, "I suppose you win, Carl. I have to admit that I've never had a black man's hand up my dress before!" "You'll never go back," he retorted and laughed with the guys and Michelle. Michelle bounced lightly in her pumps as she stood next to Carl and felt his hand make its way up her leg. He took time to squeeze her buttocks and lifted her dress above her hips; showing her off to the other men at the table as she tightened her cheeks and lifted onto her toes. Without instruction, she held her dress around her waist as he explored her buttocks and her body began to react to Carl's touch. With Michelle on display for the men, Carl ran his other hand up her legs; past the tops of her stockings. He slipped his fingers and one of the black chips under her panties in back and then sensually tickled her with the cold poker chip as he kept it under her panties and pulled it around her hip and into her blonde bush. Carl rubbed it lightly through her thin strands of pubes and then onto the top of her mound just above her clitoris where her panties held them firm against her body. He slid his finger lightly over her clitoris. "Oohhh!" she cooed reflexively. Being surprised at his daring in front of her husband she crossed her legs to stop him and feigned embarrassment as he pulled his hand out of her panties. "Now, bend over with both hands on the table beside me," he said. Michelle's pussy was hot and juicy as she leaned forward. Her tits almost fell out as Carl's hand went quickly inside her bra and cupped her breast. After pinching her nipple he left a black chip on top of it with about a third of the chip protruding from the black lace. He repeated the same movements with her other breast. "She is lovely," he said to Frank. Frank responded by raising his glass to Carl and nodding his thanks as Michelle composed herself. The time was eleven forty-five. Trevor called for another break; a break that surprised Michelle. "My goodness!" she said to herself. How can they be taking a break when there are no more dresses! "You're not stopping at midnight?" she asked Trevor. "We've got some important poker to play, Michelle. We'll go until after one," he replied. "As much as we love you in that little black dress, be a good girl and go change one last time." Simon gave her a firm spank as she walked by. "Ouch!" she retorted playfully and skipped out the room. Michelle's playfulness hid her concern. She knew the only new outfit left to change into was the see-thru teddy. She stood beside the bed with her arms crossed defiantly in front of her chest; her toe tapping the floor and considering whether to wear the lingerie in front of these men. "At least it comes with these feminine Glamour Girl slippers," she said aloud, still trying to convince herself. Then, with her heart beating faster and her mind screaming for her to relax and have fun; a strange almost helpless feeling came over her. She realized that she didn't want to disappoint Frank by backing out.