13 comments/ 71107 views/ 2 favorites Decision Ch. 01 By: PowerExchange My husband and I have been married for seven years. We met in college and dated for two years before tying the knot. Rob is a consultant for a large metropolitan bank and is constantly flying around the country to give his opinion on various businesses. I am a part-time professor at a small private school near our home. A few years ago we began to spice up our sex life with some role playing and exchanging of fantasies. It quickly became apparent that our fantasies were very similar. I always dreamed about being the irresistible temptress that was taken by a handsome and forceful man. Rob always dreamed about watching me seduce a man and make love to him while he watched. I was a little surprised at his fantasy at first but quickly learned how much fun it could be, especially when I created stories about men we both knew. Nothing turned Rob on faster than hearing me relate how I had to give a blow-job to a State Trooper to get out of a speeding ticket or how our neighbor, Larry had taken me in the parking lot after a PTA meeting we had attended. What made this deliciously fun for me was I could make up any dirty story about any man I wanted to and never have to worry about hurting Rob's feelings. The dirtier and smuttier I got, the more Rob liked it. We went on this way for a while until Tom entered my life. He was the new hotshot that had been appointed head of my department by the schools Board of Directors. He looked as though he had just stepped out of a cheap romance novel. He was tall dark and handsome with dark brown hair, deep blue eyes and a brilliant smile. He was smart, funny and engaging with a gentle touch that allowed him to quickly become a favorite among the student body. It didn't take long for him to become a central figure in the fantasy life I created for Rob. I began to flirt with Tom so that my stories for Rob would sound more realistic and because, well, I wanted to. To my delight Tom seemed to enjoy bantering with me and we became fast friends. We joined various teacher committees together that often called for us to work late. These evenings quickly became the highlight of my week. I found myself dressing a little sexier on the days I knew we would be meeting alone. These meetings always included a lot of outrageous innuendo and plenty of suggestive touching. By the time I got home I was usually so worked up that I would practically rape Rob if the front entrance of our house. Last Friday after a particularly stressful day that was followed by an even more stressful meeting, Tom and I were alone in our office and he began to rub my shoulders. It wasn't the first back rub he had given me, but as I sat there and felt the strength in his hands while I listened to his soothing voice I began to wonder what would happen if we really did have an affair. I started to imagine what would happen if I suddenly turned around and took his cock in my mouth. Or if I stood up and bent over and let him take from behind. That was when I knew I wanted him for real, not just as a made up fantasy for my husband. I wanted to be totally naked and kneeling in front him with my hands on his ass and his cock in my mouth. I wanted to feel his body on top of me, behind me and inside of me. However, instead of acting on this impulse I quickly made up some excuse about not feeling well and left. I knew that if I stayed there much longer I would give in to my urges and wind up regretting it later. So I went home to my husband. That night Rob and I had a serious discussion. I told him what Tom had done and how I had responded. I told him how close I had come to violating our marriage vows. I also told him that I enjoyed our fantasies about cheating, but fantasy and reality were separate things and I didn't think I could keep the two apart much longer if we continued down this path. Finally, I asked what he wanted me to do; go to the next level with Tom or break the whole thing off? Rob told me he had always had the fantasy of sharing me with others but I was right, fantasy and reality were different things and he would need some time to think about it. I replied that he had until Monday because that's when I would see Tom again. Saturday and Sunday were surprisingly normal days. There was no more discussion about Tom. We acted just like any other suburban couple, running errands and doing chores around the house. I thought there might be more discussion during dinner on Sunday but some friends came over and ate with us, which made any kind of private conversation impossible. It wasn't until Monday morning that I reminded Rob that I still didn't have an answer. He replied that by the time I had my morning shower he would have made his decision. I took a long hot shower so as to give him as much time as he wanted. I love him very much and am not about to cheat without his permission. I knew that I wanted Tom badly but he is not my husband and my desire for him is only physical. While I did want him, I decided, it was more important to me that my husband was happy. As I stepped out of the shower I heard Rob's car pulling out of the driveway. He had left without giving me an answer. I was unsure what this meant. Did Rob want me to have some fun outside of our marriage and give him the details later, acting as though it was only a fantasy? Or was this some kind of test to see if I would choose his long-term love over short-term lust with Tom? He hadn't given me any kind of an answer or even a clue as to what he wanted me to do. I knew I didn't want to violate my vows without his blessing. I knew my body ached for Tom, and I knew that within the hour I would need to make a decision. I was mulling this all over as I entered our bedroom. On the bed were several gift boxes from some of the nicer stores in the mall. Inside the first box was a gray business skirt with a matching jacket. The skirt had a small slit up the side and was just short enough to be sexy. This was matched with an expensive low-cut white silk blouse. Inside the second box was a matching panty and bra set that was designed to be seen, as opposed to worn for comfort. It was paired with a garter belt and nude silk thigh-high stockings. In the final box there was a pair of black stirrup pumps with a four-inch heel. Finally there was a card that read, "Have fun. Love, Rob." Decision Ch. 02 As I rolled on the stockings and hooked them to the garter, I marveled at the decision my husband had made. Not only did he like the idea of me becoming physically intimate with another man, he was encouraging me to do so. The very idea had my heart pounding in the back of my throat. He had picked out and paid for clothing that was designed to make me look and feel sexy. He knew that dressing like this would make me feel sensual and exotic and increase the likelihood that I would make a pass at Tom. He also knew that if I was dressed this way the likelihood that Tom would be receptive to that pass would also increase. I finished dressing quickly and completed my outfit with the matching silver earrings and pendant that Rob had given me last year for my birthday. Rob loved that pendant because of the way it set emphasized my cleavage. If I was going to look sexy, I might as well go all the way. After I had dressed and applied my make-up I checked myself out in the mirror. I almost changed my mind right then. I looked way too dressed up for a day of teaching classes at a small junior college. The usual uniform for both staff and students was a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, and here I was dressed for a date. I probably would have turned around and changed right then but I had a 10:45 class and it was already twenty after. If I waited any longer I would be late. The morning passed like any other Monday at the school with the usual student-teacher conferences and staff meetings. The only two differences that I noticed was that some of the male students tried to flirt with me and I had butterflies in my stomach all day. I argued with myself all day about what I was going to do and what would happen when I finally met Tom. My mind kept coming up with reasons to call the whole thing off. What if Tom didn't want me? What if Rob changed his mind about this? How would I seduce him? What if he was mad at me for running out last Friday? What if someone caught us? I knew Tom was at the school somewhere because I had seen his motorcycle in the staff lot when I pulled in. I didn't see him however, until a little after three when I returned to my office after my last class. He was just getting ready to leave when I walked in. "Hi, Tom" I said cheerily, "Are you leaving early today?" I wasn't sure if I was relieved or disappointed by that thought. "Oh, hi." He responded "I was just going to duck out a little early because ah... well because I thought you might still be pissed at me." He thought I was mad at him? Whatever for? I was the one that was acting like a tease, flirting with him and running away if it looked like something real was about to happen. "Why would I be mad?" I asked. "You know. I got a little fresh last week and I really am sorry but..." I broke off his sentence by kissing him hard on the mouth. He thought I was mad because he had been a too intimate with the way he touched me. I needed to change that impression right away. Breaking the kiss, I said "Tom, I left last week not because of what you were doing, but because I was afraid of what I was going to do. I have wanted to take you into my bed since the day we met. Over the weekend I decided it was time to stop fantasizing about you and just tell you what I wanted. The only one I'm mad at is myself for taking this long to do something about it." Then I kissed him again. This time he kissed me back with the passion I had been eager for. We stayed like that for a few minutes, touching, tasting and feeling each other. He was the first man I had kissed in any way, other than platonically, since my marriage and I was savoring the sensation of a new man. After a few minutes of our mouths pressed together, I began to kiss my way across his jaw line and down his neck to his chest. He had been my fantasy lover for months. I had dreamed about being naked in front of him, about using my body to please and thrill him. I had envisioned him bending me over and thrusting into me from behind. I wanted to take his cock into my mouth and become the irresistible temptress that a handsome and powerful man like Tom ought to have. While my hands began to unbuckle his belt in order to release him, I was slowly sinking to my knees and kissing my way down his chest. I could feel his hardening member with my fingers and I began to slowly stroke it. Finally I found myself face to face with his cock. Running my fingernail along his shaft, I swirled my tongue over the head and tasted his salty pre-cum. Removing his cock from between my lips, I looked up and into his face and said, "This is why I left last week. I have wanted to do this for months. I knew that if I stayed any longer I wouldn't be able to resist your charms anymore. I knew that if I stayed I wouldn't be able to stop myself from kneeling in front of you and taking your cock into my mouth until I swallowed your cum. This weekend I decided I didn't want to resist you any more." Then, without breaking eye contact, I took him in my mouth and began to slowly pump my head up and down his shaft. I had a small orgasm then. It wasn't a mind-blowing event that curls your toes or you see in porno movies. Just a petite implosion of pleasure brought on by the wickedness of what I was doing. The office door wasn't even locked, so anyone could walk in at anytime. What would people say if they saw mw now? It made me feel so hot and wanton to be on my knees before a man, who was not my husband that the orgasm just happened without any physical stimulation at all. After a few moments I felt his hand on my head, not forcefully, but firmly holding my hair back and preventing me from removing his cock from my mouth. I could feel him beginning to throb between my lips as he made low guttural moans. Then, without warning, he exploded into my mouth. I continued to bob my head up and down his dick as each gush of cum splashed on my tongue. After several large eruptions and several smaller spurts he pulled his dick from my mouth. I stood back up with my mouth open so he could see the cum I was holding there. When I was sure I had his undivided attention I closed my mouth and made a show of swallowing it all down. I have never really enjoyed swallowing, but I was feeling a dirty kind of sexy and wanted to extend that emotion for as long as possible, so I grinned and remarked on how good it tasted and how I couldn't wait to try more. Then I began to straighten my clothes and reapply my make-up. Tom seemed too shocked to move so after I had made myself presentable again I kissed him on the cheek and told him goodnight. Then I rushed back to my car and returned home. As usual I beat Rob home by about a half an hour. I started dinner and changed out of the clothes that he had given me that morning and into sweat pants and a T-shirt. This outfit made me look more like the ordinary housewife I usually was, and less like the seductress Rob and I fantasized about. When Rob came home he took one look at me and his face fell. I think he was expecting to find me in the clothes he had bought and looking all disheveled and freshly fucked. He quickly recovered though and asked me how my day had been. I decided to tease him a little and replied, "Oh, so-so." Then I gave him a quick kiss. "Did anything interesting happen?" he asked. "Like what?" I replied feigning innocence. I was really enjoying the desperate and hopeful sound of his voice. "For God's sake! Did you fuck Tom today?" he thundered. "Robert!" I shot back doing my best to sound offended. "I am a married woman. I haven't slept with any other man since we met. What would people think if they knew what you wanted me to do?" Before he could respond I kissed him again, making sure to put plenty of tongue into it. When the kiss broke, I dropped the bomb on him. "We really didn't have any time to get together today, honey. So I only gave him a blow-job." I could feel Rob harden instantly. "How does that make you feel, honey?" I asked. "Does it bother you knowing that your wife was intimately involved with another man today? Aren't you bothered by the fact that I just kissed you with the same mouth that was filled with the cum from another man's cock?" Dinner burned that night because Rob dragged me into the bedroom and spent several hours giving me his response. Decision Ch. 03 The next couple of weeks fell into a similar routine. I would meet Tom alone somewhere, usually in our office, and give him a blowjob and then I would go home and enjoy a night of hot sex with Rob, while I gave him the details of what had happened. In a period of sixteen days I went down on Tom twenty separate times. Not bad when you consider we didn’t see each other at all on three of those days. We just never quite got around to having actual sex. I think we both knew it was going to happen but for right now we were happy with the blowjobs. I was really getting into the dichotomy of the two relationships. I liked acting the role of the woman that was so caught up in her desire, that she was helpless to stop herself from fulfilling her lusty needs with Tom. I enjoyed the submissiveness of being a sex object to him and it stoked my ego to know that another man found me desirable. I found it to be incredibly erotic to be dressed in sexy lingerie just to please him. I enjoyed looking into his eyes from my kneeling position and begging him to let me swallow his cum. Judging from his reaction, he was enjoying it too. On the other hand I was enjoying the new power I had over Rob at home. In my defense, Rob seemed to enjoy my affair the more the more I flaunted it in front of him. I couldn’t believe how much of a turn on it was for me to relate every detail of my time with Tom, while Rob was going down on me. Remembering my trysts with one man while another man was pleasuring me was so dirty and nasty that it made me wetter that I had ever been before. I would drag my stories out as long as I could so as to enjoy as many orgasms as possible. If Rob got tired or stopped eating me for any reason, I would immediately stop telling about what had happened until he started again. I told him it was ‘pay to play’. I also got a cheap thrill out of refusing to go down on him during this time. I would tell him that my jaw or neck was still tired from Tom and insist we either have regular sex or he go masturbate. The thing I enjoyed most, was teasing Rob about the affair at inopportune times. For example, one day when Rob and I were picking up a few things at the mall, I told him I needed to pick up some new clothes. Then I dragged him into a lingerie specialty shop and proceeded to pick out silk thongs and g-strings and any other kind of sexy under thing I could find, occasionally pausing to ask him if he thought that Tom would like the red or black better, then buying both. What really made me got me going was when Rob paid for it all. Eventually, after a long lovemaking session with Rob in which I had described my afternoon with Tom in an office supply closet, he asked me when the two of us were going to consummate our relationship. He was blushing a furious red when he asked this and was grinning like a little boy who just learned a new dirty word. “Well, honey, there is more to it than that,” I replied. “I don’t want my first time with him to be a ‘wham-bam-thank-you-mam’ experience. I want to have plenty of time for us to fulfill each other’s fantasies. Also I want to be able to make this a memorable experience for him, which means having the right setting and mood, so it may be a while yet.” “Why can’t you do that here?” Rob asked. “Oh, sweetie! I couldn’t do that knowing you were watching or listening! It would be too distracting. Besides, Tom thinks we are having a secret affair, I don’t know how he would react to learning he was the main player in a live sex show. Maybe someday, but not yet ok?” I answered. “Anyway have you considered what it would feel like if Tom knew you got off on him screwing your wife? Wouldn’t that embarrass you?” From the sudden hardness I felt from him, embarrassment wasn’t the first thing he would feel. I was about to inquire about it when he asked me a new question. “What if I wasn’t here and there was no chance that I could come home? What if for example, I had to be out of town for work on Wednesday night and wouldn’t be back until Saturday morning?” Rob countered. My head started to spin as it filled with the idea of the fantasies I could create and act out if I had the benefit of a well-known environment. Instead of saying anything about that however I wanted to be sure I understood what he was offering and that he understood what he was offering. “Are you implying that I could bring Tom over here to our house, the same house that you worked so hard to earn, bring him into this room with all of your belongings, and then allow him to use my body any way he sees fit? Are you telling me that you wouldn’t mind knowing that not only was your wife cheating on you, but she was doing it in the room we shared?” I asked somewhat shocked. “To tell the truth,” he answered, “it really turns me on. I was thinking you would be more comfortable here, in familiar surroundings for a number of reasons. First, you know how much your stories about your time with Tom excite me, but they are too short. I was thinking that if you had a whole night or even better, a couple of days, you could really let loose and have a good time, which would lead to a fantastic story for me. Second if you and Tom were to meet here you wouldn’t have to worry about being seen by someone you know out at a motel. Third, you would have more control over whatever fantasy you choose to fulfill if you were here. Finally, since you love teasing me about your affair and you know how much it turns me on, imagine how it would be if you could tell me how Tom made you cum in our own bed!” Listening to him talk had gotten me all hot and bothered again so we started to make love for the second time that night, something we hadn’t done in a long time. I don’t know what excited me more, the thought of being alone with Tom when he would have hours upon hours to do anything he liked to me or the knowledge of how much fun I would be having teasing Rob with my adventure in our very own house. After we had both climaxed and were snuggling in the after glow when I started to quiz Rob about having Tom over for a night while he was gone. I wanted to be sure that he wasn’t just talking in the heat of passion and regretted saying anything now. To my great relief his answers remained the same. His only question was to ask why Tom would only be over for one night when he would be gone for three. I think that was the question that convinced me that he was enjoying my affair at least as much as I was and possibly even more. Finally I asked him to tell me about what he fantasized would happen when Tom and I were alone together. “I can imagine you doing all kinds of things with him” he replied, “I can picture you standing on the side of the bed bent at the waist while he plunges into you from behind and you beg for more. I can see you flat on your back with your legs around his shoulders while he pumps you hard. I’ve thought about you riding him cowgirl style while he holds your waist and bounces you on his cock. If you can think of a position I can think of you doing him in it. I can also imagine the sounds you be making while he was thrusting into you. I can almost hear the little gasps and moans you would make as he made you cum.” We were spooned together in bed and I could feel him getting harder as he told me what he imagined Tom and I doing. His ideas had made me hot too and so we made love for a record breaking third time in one night. Monday morning I greeted Tom in the office with a sexy smile and a blowjob, which was fast becoming our custom. After I had swallowed his load I started asking him about what his plans were for the upcoming week. He told me he wasn’t doing anything special at all and planned to spend the week grading term papers. I told him about Rob being out of town from Wednesday to Saturday and asked him if he would like to keep me company on any of those nights. He gave me a wicked grin and told he would love to stop by and make sure I didn’t get lonely. That night I told Rob that everything was set, which resulted in several orgasms from his tongue as well as some passionate lovemaking. Tuesday was a lot of fun for me. I got to tease Rob about what was going to happen the next day. I made a big deal with Rob by making him help me clean the house so it would be nice and neat when my lover got there. I also sent him to the grocery store to buy food so that we would have plenty for Tom to eat while he was here. The more I made Rob work for Tom’s comfort the wetter I got and the more excited he got. Asking Rob to wash a load of linens so that Tom would have fresh towels made him want to eat me in the laundry room. I also teased Tom during the day, by asking him questions about what he planned to do with me when he had me alone and all to himself. I also quizzed him about what positions he liked and asked if he would be rough or gentle with me. As one final tease I only went down on him once, when it was pretty obvious he was ready for more. Rob surprised me by coming home early on Tuesday night with a bag of gifts for me. They included several body washes and bath soaps from an expensive women’s store downtown and a bottle of expensive wine. He also had a box from the lingerie boutique at the mall that contained a red bustier with attached garters and matching thong, and a pair of black thigh high stockings. He mentioned that he thought that the outfit would go nicely with my red fuck-me-pumps. When I told him I was going to give the impression of being a total slut, his face got a dreamy look on it and he sighed “oh, yeah.” There was one other box however, that he wouldn’t let me open. That night I teased him with a renewed vigor. The thought of rubbing the affair in his face made me wet and I didn’t miss a single opportunity. Wednesday morning I continued my taunting by wondering aloud if Tom would let me wear clothes at all while he was here. We did have to get off to our jobs however and with one last lingering kiss at the door, I asked Rob one last time if he was sure he wanted me to do this. I still had that tiny twinge of doubt that told me this couldn’t be true. He assured me that it was and that he also wanted to hear every dirty detail when he got back. Then his cab came and he was gone to Seattle. I went back inside to shower and start my own day. On the sink in the bathroom was the box Rob hadn’t let me open the night before. The box was from the same jewelry store where we had bought our wedding bands. Inside there was a gold pendant and a note that read: To My Loving Wife: Thank you for being the woman that you are and gratifying my every fantasy and desire. Please wear this necklace as a token of my love for you. Forever yours, Rob. I couldn’t believe how wonderful he was or how lucky I was to have him for a husband. Filled with the warmth of his love, I started my day. To be continued…