22 comments/ 58993 views/ 53 favorites Exploring Her Limits Ch. 01 By: ALotToConsider Hope you enjoy this - my first contribution to Literotica. ***** The First Ingredients An out-of-town trip, an open curtain, a missing button and few glasses of wine... equals the start of something incredible. It began with my wife having a business trip and my tagging along. We both have professional level positions and we both travel for work but rarely do we get to travel together. This time, the stars were all aligned and we were able to work everything out so that I could travel with her and we would have this mini-vacation for just the two of us. Our one child, a feisty teenage girl who was fifteen-going-on-thirty, was left behind and stayed with a friend and her family. We trusted the family as they were good friends and we had come to know each other well during the past summer as a result of travel-ball and many out of town engagements. As a result, we didn't have to think about home... we could just relax and have fun. With arrangements in place, we flew off to San Francisco for a full week. Three days of conference for her while I roamed the city and worked a bit from the hotel room, followed by several days for us both in wine country. So, the first bit of the formula was in place... getting out of town. We just didn't know that a formula was brewing until other ingredients were added in. My wife, Amanda, and I are both in our early forties and, like many couples, our days are full of work, family and household activities while our nights are for escape and sleeping. This leaves little time for romance. Sex on occasion... yes. Romance or eroticism or anything kinky... a definite no. Once in San Francisco, we ended up on the fifteenth floor of the hotel after flying into SFO a few hours before. She didn't have any work or conference commitments that first night so we could be on our own for dinner and perhaps a bit of bar hopping. I couldn't remember the last time we had gone bar hopping... much less simply going out to just one bar. The following two evenings would be filled with large group conference dinners and business socializing. Now... the second ingredient in the erotic stew we were unknowingly brewing. A lousy view from our hotel room. At least we thought it was a lousy view at first. We had hoped for a nice view of the San Francisco Bay but should have known better given that we were only two blocks off of Union Square, right in the heart of the city. All we could see from our hotel window was the sight of an apartment building across the street. That building soon provided some unexpected entertainment. After we moved into our room, I looked out the room and complained openly to Amanda about the lack of a good view of the city or the bay. A few minutes later she exchanged places with me to check out the view for herself. A moment later she laughed out loud. "Are you sure you don't like the view, Chase?" She had motioned for me to come over and look out the window again. Sure enough, as we looked over to the apartment building which was probably less than sixty feet away, there one floor below us was a very frisky couple. It was still daylight and we could easily see into their bedroom. "I guess they couldn't wait until after dinner," Amanda had chuckled as both of us watched the couple go at it. They were a young duo in their twenties and were both nude. The lucky young guy had his head buried between her legs. "My kind of appetizer," I had attempted a joke. Honestly, I didn't know what to say. I had never been in a situation like this with Amanda and I didn't know what her reaction would be. She isn't a prude, but she isn't overtly into anything like this either. Heck, the last time we watched porn together was over a decade ago. Luckily, she took my comment in the playful manner I had intended. Soon the show was over. The young woman must have said something to her lover as he got up from her, went over to the window and closed the shades. Still that was enough... an erotic tone to the evening had been set. I had looked at Amanda and she looked back at me and she could see what I was thinking... a romp on the bed could be fun right about then. "Don't even think about it," she had teased me and then gave me a playful wink. "At least not right now. After dinner, well, that looks kind of fun." With that promise for a bit of playful sex later, we dressed for dinner. I wore a sports jacket and slacks while she selected a simple off-white wrap-style dress. I liked that dress as it was a little short for her, just above knee length and had a belt at the waist. Above and below her waist the dress's wrap feature gave the promise of opening up to show her charms if she moved just wrong. That is, the dress would open up and display her slender charms if it didn't have button closures. She had added those buttons herself, feeling that the dress was potentially too immodest. A shame. "The top button is missing," Amanda exclaimed as she was getting dressed. "I'll have to put something else on." I looked at her and took in the vision of her mature, brunette and petite splendor. "Or, you could go as you are and let the dress simply flow freely as intended." She looked at me for a moment and pondered this. I was actually asking her to wear something which might be a bit revealing. I had not done this since our early years together. Back then, way back then, I had been pretty obvious back in my desire for her to dress sexy when we went out. "You know that the wrap on this silk on dress has a tendency to open up." "All the more reason that you should wear it and without that missing button. You are one sexy thing right now and I love what that dress does for you." Instead of objecting as I had expected, she gave me a knowing smile and stepped over to give me a gentle kiss on the lips and we headed down to dinner. The third element of the erotic mix was now in place. A missing button and a dress which had a mind of its own. "I like being sexy for you," she had said softly to me as we rode down in the elevator. We were headed to the main restaurant in the hotel, an elegant establishment. "Tonight, you will be sexy for every man who sees you." "I kind of like that." A few more ingredients thrown in... One positive aspect of this conference which Amanda was scheduled to attend was that she was the only person from her firm who would be attending and this was a new market segment they were exploring. This meant that there was little likelihood of her running into anyone she met. Put another way, we could relax and just be ourselves. We found the restaurant to be delightful and, as promised, elegant but not stuffy. We were given a table in a quiet section of the restaurant which, we soon realized, would enable us to converse easily. As the host guided us to our table, and we walked several feet behind him, Amanda started to lightly clutch at the top of her dress, perhaps in fear that it might open and expose her minimal bra underneath. This exposure, I soon realized, was exactly what I wanted to happen. "Don't," I said to her in a firm but quiet voice which surprised even me. "Don't what?" She knew exactly what I was referring to but I could see that she was enjoying this little game. "Don't hold your dress closed that way. Let it do whatever it wants to do." She gave me a curious look. "I kind of like this side of you, boss man," she had teased and then lowered her hand from her dress. We then took our seats and, as I hoped, this simple movement caused the top of her wrap dress to open slightly. From my position I couldn't tell if she was exposing much of that chest which I love so much but the mere fact that she was open to this was extremely erotic. A bottle of wine was soon ordered and Amanda and I enjoyed the Napa vintage. Normally we drink a glass of wine with dinner at home. This time we went through a full bottle before the main course was even served. Another critical ingredient to the erotic stew was now firmly in place. Freely flowing wine. I stood up at one point as if I was about to head to the men's room. Instead, I turned to face the table and view my wife from the vantage point of one of our servers. Excellent. That wonderful dress was open just enough to allow anyone standing there to gaze freely down the open top and view a goodly amount of her demi bra and one partially exposed breasts. My wife's chest is a firm B-cup and is a delight to behold. She really didn't need to wear a bra and it hit me that now was a perfect time to test that theory. "Lose the bra," I said in her ear as I leaned down and spoke so that only she could hear me. "Go into the women's restroom and take it off." Her eyes opened wide as she heard me say this. Again, I had come across in a commanding voice which surprised each of us a bit. Certainly this new tone from me was catching her off guard and in a positive way. "Panties too," I requested and again her eyes opened wide at this request. "And undo that button which keeps the dress from showing your beautiful legs." "Wow!" she had exclaimed in a soft voice. "This is definitely a new you. I think I like it." So, not even questioning my motives or this out-of-left-field request, she gave me a knowing smile, stood up and I watched as she strolled away from the table. I had just asked my wife, who was already somewhat exposed as a result of that dress, to take the adventure, the game, to even greater levels and her response was, "I think I like it." Like she had said earlier... "wow." It wasn't long before I saw her heading back to the table. She was gorgeous. Also, I soon realized, the soft silk of the dress hugged her high and firm breasts delightfully and I could easily see her excited nipples pushing outward. Her face was flushed a bit and she locked her gaze with mine as she came up to me. With each step, her legs flashed briefly out from her above-the-knee length dress. I wasn't the only person who had watched her walk my way. I saw at least two other men ogle her and I rather liked that fact. "Here," she said with a bit of a quiver in her voice. Nervous? Excited? I wasn't sure. What I did know for sure was that her bra and panties now lay openly on the table beside my dinner plate. My wife had, no questions asked, removed them as asked and had brazenly put them on display on the table. I was tempted to leave them laying there but then thought better of it. I scooped up the delicate garments and put them in the pocket of my blazer. Soon our main course arrived and we enjoyed it in erotic silence. "Open the bottom half of the dress so that your legs are exposed," I said to her as we again locked eyes. She reached down and I could she was doing as requested. In that place it was unlikely that anyone could see. What did matter was that she had done it. "The waiter is coming back with more wine. Open your blouse so he can see your bare chest." Again, with no hesitation, she did as requested. From a distance there would be nothing unusual about how my wife looked. From up close, such as a waiter standing beside the table, her exposure would be obvious. "Flirt with him," was my last instruction, just before the mature waiter arrived. I then sat back with joy and watched as Amanda chatted up the waiter about local sights and obtained his guidance on bars we might enjoy nearby. Her sensual smile would melt a eunuch. As she talked with the obviously enticed waiter, she let her own hand gently graze over the opening to the top of her dress, forcing the man's attention on her. As the waiter was talking with her and looking down to my wife, she adjusted the top of her dress even more so that, even from my viewpoint, I could clearly see most of one breast. Wow and holy crap! Our service throughout the dinner was the best we had ever had. I was practically invisible to the waiter and to the two other men who came by frequently to fill water glasses and such. My wife, however, seemed to be the star attraction. She said little as her face was flushed with excitement and she largely just looked forward and slowly ate while the parade of male servers came by. Finally and a bit reluctantly on my part, the dinner was over and we left the restaurant. I couldn't wait to see what was next. Sexting At The Cocktail Lounge... Given that this was San Francisco, it was too cold to go outside and head out to other bars without going back to our room to get a coat for Amanda. This, I definitely did not want to do. There was a wonderful erotic mood just then and covering her up with a coat was something I wanted to avoid. So... we stayed in the hotel which, as things turned out, had a great cocktail lounge with a pianist and a lively atmosphere. We could not have done much better anywhere else in the city. Before going in, I gently pulled Amanda aside, stood back and looked at the beautiful woman before me. I started to speak but she held a finger to her lips to stop me. "Don't say anything. Words might spoil this. Whatever "this" is." I paused, uncertain as to what she had in mind and realized she was correct. One wrong word or look or expression from me and I could quickly screw everything up. She continued then and I heard some of the most incredible words from my wife I could have imagined. "I want to be something special for you this week. I like how you are with me tonight. What say we continue to explore the new "us" while we are here." "Why are you doing this? Where did this come from?" I asked and saw the quick flash of disappointment from her. "Like I said, don't say anything which will mess this up. I don't want to examine the "why" of this. I just want to be a special fantasy woman for you. It started when we came down to dinner and you asked me to remove my bra and panties and then you let other men look into my top. When I felt the stares of those men on me I knew that we had kicked something special into gear." She leaned forward then and kissed me as we stood there outside of the bar. "I love you," I said in response. "NO!" She said firmly. "I don't want you to love me this week. I want you to think of me simply as a sexual object. I want you to be what you were in that restaurant when you told me exactly what you wanted. Can you do that?" Holy fuck! This was more than any man could dream of. But, did she really mean that. I started to ask but, again, she stopped me with a look. Okay... it was time to test this out. I had already checked out the cocktail lounge and now had a good idea of the layout and the mix of patrons. Suddenly, an idea was brewing. "Just tell me what you want," she promoted me again. I didn't have to be told again. "Go into the bar alone and take a bar stool. I saw a few men by themselves at the bar. Sit next to one and wait for me to text you the next instructions." "Text me?" "Yup," I had chuckled trying to sound playfully sinister in the process. I will find a good seat where I can watch you and then text you what to do next." Then I quickly added. "Oh, pretend you don't know me. You are just a lovely lady on the road and on a business trip all by herself." With a pat on her butt from me, she did as requested and headed into the bar. I waited a moment and then walked in alone and saw that she was perched up on a barstool and was ordering a drink. As hoped, I was able to find a seat along the far wall where I could watch my wife. There was a table of three men sitting between me and Amanda, but they didn't block my view. The situation was perfect for what I had in mind. I sat there and pulled out my cell and sent her a message. "Don't try to respond to my messages. Just do as I ask. Now, nudge your top open a bit." A moment later I saw her look at her phone as the text came through. She set the cell down and I watched as she carefully nudged the material on her silk top. Now, any man standing or sitting near her might have a chance to see into the top of her dress... as they had done at dinner. Another text from me. "Good girl. Now, if you want to communicate with me, just tug at your right ear and exit the bar. We can then chat outside. Nod if you understand." I saw her read the text and nod as requested. "Good. The man to your left has been looking at you. How about if you flirt with him a bit." I watched her read the text message again, set down the phone and moments later my wife and the older man in the dark suit were talking. The smile from her would melt any man. I left them this way for a while, enjoying the sight of my wife at the bar as this stranger openly flirted with my wife. It was time for another text. "Make an excuse to turn away from him and put your back to the bar." I had something in mind. Soon, she was doing as I wanted and while still talking with the gentleman, she turned ninety degrees so that she was roughly facing in my direction. Another text. "Find a way to let the split in the bottom of that delightful dress open up wide and then also open your legs a bit so I can see in." This request would cause her to be the most brazen so far. Not only was the man who was chatting up my wife watching her every move, the table of three men between Amanda and me would be able to see directly up her dress if they looked in her direction... and my wife was nude under that dress. I was impressed with how smooth her movements were. With a subtle set of motions on her part, that delightful dress opened up so that much of her legs were bare. Then, with a slight spreading of her legs, nothing overtly slutty, just a little "careless" movement, I could easily see up her dress. And... the men between Amanda and me had tuned into the show as well. Other men were now openly staring at my wife's sex. Amanda's bush was minimal. She kept only a small, delightful, runway of trimmed pubic hair. I loved that and had told her more than once. Now other men might be able to appreciate this view as well. Holy crap! "Nod if you have ever fantasized about having sex with other men." I saw her look away from her partner and to her phone. Soon a sheepish nod could be seen. "Nod again if you find your partner sexy." Soon, another nod came my way. "At least two of the men at the table between us are ogling you. Nod if you like having them look up your dress as they are." Another soft nod, nothing obvious but the message was clear. My wife liked this and my wife liked being exposed in public. Holy fucking unbelievable! "Turn back toward your new friend at the bar, take his hand and find an excuse to place it on your bare leg." I watched as she did so and soon they were chatting again. Then she took his hand and I could see what she was doing. She was pretending to read his palm. Actually, she knew a bit about this so she would have seemed believable. To read his palm she faced him directly, their knees touching and she rested the back of his hand on her bare leg as she sensually read his palm. When she was done with the reading. She continued to just hold his hand but had maneuvered it so that his palm and fingers were now down and resting on that beautiful, slender and blatantly bare leg. Now, the stakes of the game had been raised. I held back with my texting, preferring to see what would happen. Amanda just chatted with him while the man gently fondled her leg. If they had not been in such a visible place, I believe he would have moved his hand up to her crotch. Instead, he held back and just let his fingers lightly explore the inside and tops of one thigh. It was completely and insanely erotic. "Now, kiss him goodnight and thank him." I watched as Amanda did just that. It was fascinating to watch her kiss this stranger there at the bar. Then she gathered up her purse and strolled out the bar, leaving an excited but likely bewildered man behind. Exploring Her Limits Ch. 01 I followed a few moments later and caught up with Amanda in the hotel lobby. Together we took the elevator up to the fifteenth floor and found the way to our room. Putting On A Show... I could have taken her there in the elevator I was so excited. But, I held back. I had something else in mind. We entered our hotel room and I kissed Amanda deeply. Then, stepping back, I went over to the window and looked out to the apartment complex across the way. As hoped, I could see activity in two units and people were going about their business. I pulled the drapes to our room wide open while I then set off to one side out of view. I positioned myself so that I could look out our window and watch to see if anyone would be looking toward the hotel.. toward us. The opportunity that someone would see into our room was high. "Turn all of the lights on," I instructed my compliant wife. She did as instructed and I could see that she was enjoying this. "Step closer to the window." I looked over to the apartment complex to see if anyone might be around to watch. I was in luck. An older man was looking out of his apartment window in our direction. Perhaps the lights going on in our room had alerted him. I knew that if I had an apartment directly across from a hotel like that, I would likely be on the alert for playful couples in the rooms opposite me. We were definitely in the category of "playful couple" just then. "Slowly strip off your dress," I knew she had nothing else on other than her shoes and jewelry. "Face the window as you do." I could tell that Amanda knew what I was trying to accomplish and that she was enjoying this bit of exhibitionism. Soon, she was naked and standing still there in the full light of our room. I again peeked out to look at the apartment complex and could see that the man had pulled out a camera with a long lens. He was taking pictures of my nude wife! I hadn't thought about this. Having someone see her in the nude was okay.. having nude pictures of her which could find their way to who-knows-where, might be a problem. "We might need to stop. I think the guy across the way is taking pictures of you," I announced reluctantly to my wife. "It's okay. Too late now anyway. Go on with what you want. I am okay with this." Like I said earlier... holy fuck and holy cow. "Think about the man you were flirting with at the bar. Think about that kiss with him." I could see Amanda close her eyes as she let her thoughts drift to the scene back at the bar. "Run your hands over your body. Think about what it would have been like to fuck your friend at the bar." I watched as Amanda slowly and seductively ran one hand over her breasts while putting another between her legs to caress herself. "Turn around. Face me." I commanded and then watched her do as instructed. "Pinch your nipples." She did. In all of our married life I had never seen her do this. Now, with fingers tightly clasped onto the tips of each nipple, she firmly dug her fingernails into them. She let out a moan. My wife was enjoying this little bit of self-punishment and exhibitionism. Interesting. "Twist them. Tug on them. Give the man across the way a show," I instructed her. Soon, I was watching an amazing sight of my wife pulling her nipples outward and then twisting them back and forth. "Move your left hand down to your cunt, get your fingers wet." I watched as her hand left her breast and went to her crotch as I had asked. "Keep your right hand on your nipple and dig in deep with your fingernails." She let out a small gasp as she did this. I could tell that she was actually punishing herself and she seemed to enjoy it. This now meant that she was pleasuring herself with one hand while hurting herself with the other. I rather liked the symmetry. "Bring your hand away from your cunt and bring it to your mouth. Taste your own cunt juices which are on your fingers." Man, I was really getting into this. She did. And she seemed to enjoy running her juicy fingers over her lips and tongue. As she did this, Amanda let the hand which had been on her breast move downward to her cunt to where she could harvest more of her juices. "Wow!" I had exclaimed openly as I then stripped off my clothes while she continued to play with herself and lick her wetness from her fingers. I remained in the shadows. Naked, I stepped forward to her, with my back to the widow so that my face could not be seen by the stranger across the way. "Bend over the bed," I instructed Amanda. She turned to the bed and leaned forward while propping herself with her hands. Her bare ass was now pointing a bit upward for my easy access. At this point I stopped caring about the man across the way. I just wanted to fuck my wife. Soon, with one hand exploring her anus, I inserted my cock into her cunt and gave her everything I had. I think I did well by her as she was gasping in excitement and there was nothing false about it. Luckily I did not cum right away. I kept pounding her until I could tell she was at a climax and then I quickly pulled out of her, roughly pulled at her body so that she was forced to turn and sit up on the bed and then face me. In moments, I was exploding my load onto her face. I was cumming on my wife's face and into her hair! I had never done anything like this in my life and she seemed to like it! When I was done, and on wobbly knees, I walked over to the window and closed the curtain then I lowered the lights. My wife stood up and faced me. She was a gorgeous mess. My cum was coating her forehead, across one eye lid, down onto her cheek and now drifting down her chin. Another strand of cum went from her forehead and onto her hair. I went to the dresser and retrieved a Kleenex for her to use. I was surprised to hear her say in a low voice. "It's okay. Can I keep it on me?" Holy fucking cool! "Yes, definitely, You look incredible this way." I reached forward and let one finger catch a glob which was about to drop from her chin and onto the floor. I then took that gooey finger and placed it against my wife's lips where she lovingly licked my finger clean. We went to bed then to sleep. My wife with her cum coated face and hair, not caring how it felt on her pillow. Me with a complete sense of amazement. During the night I awoke to some movement and saw in the minimal light that my wife was masturbating. I lay on my side and just watched her go at it. There was still dried cum on her face as my wife rapidly run her left hand over her clit until she cried out in pleasure. Wow... what an incredible start to this trip! End of Chapter 1 Exploring Her Limits Ch. 02 Chapter I started with my wife and I on a combination business trip and mini-vacation in San Francisco. On our first night she had dabbled with flashing and delighted several men with sights of her charms. The night finished with her stripping in the fully lit hotel room, knowing that men in an apartment complex across from us could see her. We had sex while they watched, ending with her taking a facial. Something we had never done. All-in-all, it had been a night of many firsts. Now.. the second day of our adventure... Emails from my wife: Our first full day in San Francisco. Amanda was scheduled to be at her conference all day, which left me to my own devices. She knew the city well and I didn't so I chose to simply amble about and see the sights. That morning we were both a bit trashed from so much drinking the night before. How Amanda was able to get up as easily as she did was amazing to me. I also got up early, but it was a struggle. As we dressed there in the hotel room I started to say something about the activities from the night before but, as she had done before, she shushed me. "Say nothing. Don't spoil it. Besides, today I need to focus on work and on this conference." She then headed to the door of the hotel room, dressed professionally, giving no hint of the sexual delight she had been last night. Until her parting comment. Her last comment to me was, "If you want, we can play again tonight. I know I'm up for it." Okay... like I could concentrate on tourist sights, given that last remark from her. Mid-day found me at Golden Gate Park... a marvelous and large park and it was a beautiful day so I was able to stroll along the paths enjoying the salt air which wafted over the area. Sitting down for lunch near one of the museums I decided to check my email. I saw two from Amanda. Message one: "I shouldn't be sending this message as I do need to focus on my work here... but there is much to say and somehow it is easier to do so in a message like this and not face-to-face. So, here goes. I love what we did last night and I know I shouldn't. Normal people don't do these kind of things. The way you took control of me and the things you had me do violated everything which I should stand for as a professional woman, a wife and as a mother." I thought about this comment from her and had to agree. Our activities were way outside of normally accepted behavior. The e-mail continued. "Last night you made me expose my body to strange men. You even made me let one of them caress my bare leg, knowing that he could have easily put that hand up between my legs. You had sex with me while someone else may have been watching. They probably were. Someone may have taken photos of me in the nude and having sex with you. You debased me by ejaculating on my face. You had me abuse myself by roughly playing with my nipples." I grimaced a bit at that. Was I being chastised for having her pull and pinch her nipples? I read on. "I should hate all of this but, instead I love it and I want more. I don't know there is this sudden change in me and I don't want to analyze it. Please don't stop. This week, while we are traveling and away from home and family, please don't stop. Be creative and as kinky as you want. Don't worry, I won't get mad or think badly if you. I want this. My only request is that you limit this to non-work time." "Now... I actually need to get back into my work sessions and focus on marketing and sales tactics." Holy fuck! I finished my meal which I had obtained from an outdoor kiosk and just wandered about in a daze for a bit. I found that I had strolled down toward in the direction of the ocean and the fresh salt air grew stronger as I proceeded. I then remembered that there were two messages from my wife in my email in box. I assume that this next message would be a retraction of her previous offer. It wasn't. The message was quite short but it opened up a new world for us. "BTW... Paul, the gentleman from the bar last night, is here at the conference. He obviously recognized me and wants to get together with us during the reception tonight. I told him I was married so he knows it is to be the two of us." I didn't hesitate in responding. "Tell him yes." In Paul's Suite Seven o'clock. The conference sessions were over and a dinner and reception was starting in the hotel's ballroom. Amanda dressed in a dress suit and I wore the suit I had with me for this trip. This was a business event and nothing more. Except, of course, for the two facts that we were going to meet up with her amorous friend, Paul and she was not wearing panties under that conservative skirt. That last bit was my suggestion. She hesitated only because the conference was "work time" and was, per her request, a limit. But, this was basically harmless as the length of the skirt would never allow anyone to see that she was bare underneath. Like before, what mattered is that she had done it. We went down to the large ballroom and mingled with others. Soon we found a large round table and claimed our spaces. Linda also claimed a chair next to her. It was, I knew, for her new friend Paul. Paul arrived a little later and, to my surprise, had a co-worker with him. Another man about his age, early fifties or so. Introductions were made and we settled in for a pleasant conference dinner. I wondered how much Paul had told his compatriot, Fred, about my wife. Nothing was said. Everyone was circumspect and polite. Nothing sensual or erotic happened during that dinner. It just was not appropriate. Then, dinner ended and the four of us talked about what to do next. It was clear that both Paul and Fred wanted to continue on with us. Finally, we settled on the idea of going to Paul's hotel suite. He said he been upgraded and had been given a large one bedroom suite. It would be a perfect place to sit, relax and chat. I liked the idea but also immediately saw the implications of this. Paul had seen the sexual side of my wife at the bar the night before and would likely be expecting a repeat performance or more once were in the privacy of his suite. Actually, I kind of liked the idea but this could be way over the line of anything my wife would find acceptable. "If we go up there with them, it might lead to something," I said as I had pulled her aside where could talk in private. "Paul might be expecting a bit of extra-curricular activity with you." She gave me a broad smile. "Do you want for this to lead to that extra-curricular activity, as you put it? "Yes," I said simply. "Then, if you want it. I want it. Remember, have fun and don't hold back. If you have some kinky thought in that head of yours, let it out and, who knows, you just might be pleasantly surprised. Next week we can go back to being a normal boring couple." We arrived in the suite and Paul ordered a bottle of wine and snacks for the four of us. Sitting in the room was arranged in a set of three small couches. Paul on one facing Amanda and me, Fred on the couch on the side. Soon drinks arrived and Paul suggested that we relax and get comfortable. I saw this as my opening. "Why don't you take off that stuffy looking dress suit jacket and relax," I had asked Amanda. I think she saw where I was wanting to go with this. "This is a different look for you," Paul said in obvious reference to how she had been attired the night before. "You liked that?" I asked him and Paul nodded in the affirmative. I turned to look at my wife and she was just looking straight ahead, perhaps curious to see where this was heading. "Paul, you saw how she was dressed last night. Why don't you describe to Fred what you saw. Be explicit so he doesn't have to guess." Paul was sharp. He immediately tuned into the game which was afoot. "Fred, she had on this sexy and flimsy little dress which opened up wide. Her legs were bare and the top was open delightfully." "What could you see, Paul?" I prompted him further. "More than once I was able to see in the top of her dress. She wasn't wearing a bra. I could occasionally even see her right nipple. The material covered her left side." "And she isn't dressed like that now, is she," I stated the obvious. "Should she be?" "Yes," Paul said adamantly. "Yes, if she is okay with it," Fred added. He was completely new to this game and very unsure of this. "She is okay with it if we want for her to be." I then turned to face my wife. "Amanda, you have been rude to our host and his friend. Why don't you go into the bathroom there and see what you can do to fix your clothing to meet their expectations." Amanda set her drink down on the table beside the small couch, stood up and went into the bathroom. As for Paul, Fred and I, we sat there in an erotic silence, curious about what might happen. A few moments later, she returned. It only took a moment to see what she had done. Her white dress blouse was unbuttoned completely and there was no bra underneath. In her hand she loosely held the little bra. She lay the bra on the table as she returned, her face flush. "Lean over to thank our friends," I instructed her and watched as she did just that. The dress opened wide, giving each of the two men a full view of her firm chest. I could have jerked off right then and there. She sat back down and we tried to chat normally for a while. It was damned difficult as all of our eyes were on my wife's open blouse. "Seems to me, Paul, that she isn't showing as much leg as she did last night. What do you think?" "Yes, I see what you mean," he responded slyly. "That skirt is covering far too much." I turned to Amanda. "You are disappointing our friends again. That skirt hides too much." "It doesn't open like the one did last night," she said simply. "Then remove it," I commanded while mentally crossing my fingers that I wasn't pushing this too far for her to accept. Locking eyes with me, knowing that she was about to be almost completely exposed to these two other men. Amanda stood, undid the clasp at the waist of her skirt and let it slowly waft its way to the floor. The only thing she had on now were her shoes and the blouse which was unbuttoned. Her crotch, with that wonderful small pubic runway was completely open to view. My wife was basically naked in front of other men. Men who obviously desired her. It was time to have her completely naked. Amanda and I, ages ago, had talked over some of our fantasies. That had been a fun and erotic time but it was just intended to be talk. She had learned from me that I had a fantasy of watching her have sex with others.. not just men, but women as well. I had learned from her that she had the fantasy of being taken and used by a strange man. She had even made a comment about wanting it rough. That had been a onetime discussion, never repeated, but I never forgot it. I turned to Fred. "Fred, she seems a little slow in understanding how to please us. How about if you help her take that blouse off." Fred eagerly stood up and came up to my wife who was standing there. Fred tugged awkwardly at her blouse but it worked. Soon, it too was laying in the floor. This left only her shoes, which was fine with me. "Are her breasts to your liking?" I asked Fred. "Do you like her perky nipples?" "Yes," he said obviously excited. "Then show her how much you like them," I prodded. "Kiss them." He didn't hesitate a second. I watched as Fred leaned forward and gently kissed first one nipple and then the other. I then motioned for Fred to sit and he reluctantly did so. "You can sit back down," I also instructed my wife who was blushing. She started to take her former place next to me but I stopped her. "No. Not there. Go sit beside Fred." She gave me a private wink and I loved her for what she was doing. She knew what might happen if she sat beside, nude as she was and she didn't hesitate. Paul on his couch, and me on mine had a perfect view of Amanda as she sat there next to an uncertain Fred. Amanda just looked forward, trying to hold back any expression. The lights in the room were low and we all had an ample quantity of wine so the mood was perfect and our inhibitions were almost nonexistent. "You can feel her up if you want, Fred," I stated, excited at the prospect. "She won't mind." Fred turned slightly and soon had one hand on my wife's bare thigh. Then he leaned forward and soon the two of them were kissing. Soon, Fred had a hand up between Amanda's legs. Another man was caressing my wife's cunt and it was incredible to watch. If Amanda had any concern over this, it wasn't showing. If anything, she was enjoying it. "You can do just about anything you want with her, Fred," I stated aloud. That was, without a doubt, one of the most incredible things I had ever said in my life. "You're sure?" Fred asked as he looked first to me and then to Amanda. We both nodded in the affirmative. Fred reached up to Amanda's chest and his hands roamed over those breasts which I loved so much. Then, to my pleasant surprise, he unzipped his slacks and pulled out his excited cock. "Suck it," we heard him request of her. Amanda got down on her knees in front of him and soon had Fred's cock in her mouth. Holy double-crap! My wife was sucking off another man! Fred, in his excitement, didn't take long. I watched as he held her head firmly against him and pushed his cock deeply into my wife's mouth. He was cumming in Amanda's mouth. Another man's sperm was filling that mouth which I loved. She appeared to drink fully from him and made no attempt to pull away. Once Fred was done, he stroked my wife's hair and guided her to her feet. I looked at her mussed face and could see a drop of cum at the edge of her mouth. Her eyes were glowing with excitement. Damn did she look incredible then. I remembered that fantasy she had relayed so long ago. The fantasy of a strange man taking her, using her, being rough with her. "Paul, how do you feel about fucking my wife? I think she is ready for a good hard and rough fucking." Had I just said that... un-be-fucking-leavable. Things were getting crazier by the minute. "I like your style," he said tome and then turned to my wife. "Are you on the pill?" Paul asked her simply and my wife nodded in the affirmative. He looked her over as she stood there nude, except for her shoes, with that bit of drying cum on her mouth. "Are you okay with this? A good "hard and rough" fucking that is?" "My husband asked you so that means the harder and rougher the better. It is what he wants so it is what I want." "Good," he said and stood up. Then Paul guided Amanda into the suite's small bedroom while Fred and I followed along. We were not about to miss this show. Within moments, Paul had Amanda on the bed and his cock was buried deeply into that cunt which I had so often explored. Paul was aggressive with her as he pushed roughly into her wet cunt. The room was barely lit but I could see that Paul was propping himself up with one hand, ramming her with his cock, and grasping at her breasts with the other hand. At one time, the hand which had been mauling her tits found its way to her neck and he grasped her firmly. I was suddenly afraid for her but she made no move to fight him off so I held back but was ready to intervene if it looked like she was in danger. Paul lessened his grasp on her neck allowing her to breathe but I heard her say, "more". My wife had asked for more abuse from the man who had just been choking her. Could this be? I had a fantasy which I had never dared bring to light. It was one of those things which a man just should not do to a woman he loves. Now, however, things were different. It was now or never. "Slap her but don't hurt her," I said to Paul in a low and excited voice. He looked at me curiously and then turned away to face my wife. Looking down on Amanda he saw her nod for him to proceed. Slap, his hand grazed her cheek. Not hard, but it was incredible to watch. I don't know why, but watching a woman take a slapping during sex had always appealed to me when watching porn in private. The huge qualifier for me was that the woman had to want it and wasn't being hurt. I hated any porn which depicted anything being forced on an unwilling woman. A slapping was sexy only if the woman liked being slapped around. Remind me to go in for counseling someday. She didn't protest or react negatively. A man had just slapped her and she seemed to like it! I came up close then, leaving the chair by the bed. "Watch him, my love." Amanda said as she looked over to me and reached out to take one hand. "Tell him what to do." "Slap her again, maybe a little harder but make sure you don't hurt her," I requested of this man who had pulled out from her and was now straddling her with a knee on either side as he looked down on the woman I loved. Hearing this, Paul slapped her face again and then again. I heard her moan in pleasure from the abuse. She liked this! "Slap her tits," I heard myself say and soon Paul did just that causing Amanda to cry out from the abuse. "No more," I said. She had taken enough. A bit of pain with pleasure is one thing. Any harder and Paul was at risk of actually hurting and this I could not allow. "It's okay. Don't stop him!" My wife exclaimed. For the zillionth time... holy crap! Paul got off of my wife and roughly grabbed at her to reposition her body so that she was on her back and laying across the bed with her head slightly hanging over one side. Then, without any preamble, he began to fuck her face. Without any apparent care for her abilities to take this, Paul rammed his cock into Amanda's mouth and throat causing her to gag. He pulled up and then pushed down again and then again. At several times while fucking her face he also mauled, pinched and lightly slapped her beautiful, firm tits. She seemed to thrive on this. At one point, Paul pulled his cock out from her mouth and throat, looked down at my wife and breasts and then over the rest of her body. "I think her cunt needs some attention," Paul said looking at me and I caught his meaning. Hearing this, I positioned myself between Amanda's spread open legs and lightly slapped at her mound with one hand. I had just hit my wife! A husband does not hit his wife. Period. But... the crazy thing was, I wasn't her husband just then. I was her owner and in some weird way this was okay. She squirmed a bit from the moderate slap I had given to her sex but when she opened her legs further to give me better access, I correctly interpreted this as her wanting more. Slap. This time my hand landed harder. And then I did it a third and then a fourth time. I was totally abusing my wife and she was loving it. All of the while, Paul had been ramming his cock down Amanda's throat while mauling her breasts over and over. She was red from the pummeling. Paul was ready. He had reached his limit. I pulled away and watched as Paul roughly forced my wife onto a sitting position on the side of the bed so that she was facing him. With her in position, he freely ejaculated all over my wife's face, chin and neck. I kept watching to make sure that she was okay. She was. As with so many other incredible acts from her that night, she was loving this. Paul and I stood back from the bed and looked down at my wife who lay there in a sexual stupor. Her face, cunt and breasts were red from the slaps and she had another man's sperm all over her. After a moment I guided my abused wife up from the bed as Fred brought a hotel robe and helped her put it on. Amanda seemed shaken and weak just then. Not only had she been physically abused but the realization of what had happened seemed to be setting in. Exploring Her Limits Ch. 02 I held her close to me while Paul and Fred left the bedroom and went back into the sitting room. "I think I went too far with this," I said softly to Amanda. She gave me a strange look. "Don't ruin this, Chase. I loved it. I don't know why and I know that I shouldn't like this but I do." "Wow." "Yes, wow." She responded simply. "Now, how about if you take me up to our own hotel room and you do lots and lots of perverse things with and to me." End of Chapter 2 - tune in for more fun in Chapter 3. Exploring Her Limits Ch. 03 Chapter 2 ended with my wife having rough sex with two other men while I watched and participated some. I learned a lot about her that night. We had evolved rapidly from erotic displays of her to involving others with sex and then we had taken it to nearly abusive and kinky activities. All of the while, my wife had encouraged this. She surprised me and I believe she surprised herself as we rapidly learned about each other and our hidden desires. Now.. the third day of our adventure... Night Two and Back In Our Hotel Room: After the events with Paul and Fred, I helped my wife dress and I led her out of the suite and up to our own hotel room She was silent the whole time and who could blame her. This otherwise normal business woman and house wife had just had sex with two other men. Rough sex. She had swallowed one man's sperm, been face fucked. I had carefully but aggressively slapped her pussy. Paul had grasped her neck in a choke hold while roughly fucking her. He had rammed his cock down her throat causing her to gag. Her face had breasts had been slapped, pinched and grabbed. She would probably be sporting bruises tomorrow on her breasts due to the rough manhandling. And, finally, another man had debased her, as I had the night before, by cumming on her face. We had been playing with fire and had not thought about the consequences. I was worried. I feared how she would react after the kinky glow wore off. Would there be some sort of Post-Traumatic Stress syndrome? Would she be angry? Would she feel like a cheap slut? Had I, for the sake of a few thrills, screwed up our marriage? I wisely remained silent and led her to our bathroom and into the shower where I gently cleansed that woman and that body I loved so much. The shower done, I led her to our king size bed, and placed her under the covers. For a long while I sat on a chair facing the bed and just watched her there in the low light as she dozed. "Thank you," she uttered after a while, coming out of her sleep. "I hurt all over. Thank you." Then she fell deep asleep. I replayed what she said in mind over and over. She had not gone into tears from allowing the men to use her. She had not gotten mad from the way we had abused her. No, she had simply said that she hurt and then thanked me for it. I slept beside her but didn't try to snuggle or do anything sexual. She needed to sleep. Day Three: I woke to an empty room, much to my surprise. I had wanted to talk with her about the night before, but that chance was gone. Amanda had a full day of conference activities ahead of her and had actually been able to rise out of bed early, dress and head out to the sessions. How the hell did she do that? I found a note from her. "Our first night, you had me flashing, flirting and being generally sexy. Our second night you turned me into something way beyond just sex and into some sort of kink-loving slut. Oddly, I love you for this. What will our third night bring? You decide. Don't hold back." I read this in pleasant surprise. Damn, that woman was incredible. My worries suddenly lessened. I kept the thought about the dangers of playing with fire in my mind and decided that I would have to be extremely watchful of danger signs. So, with a mess of scrambled thoughts in my head... I resolved to go ahead and take things further. She was willing, and apparently looking forward to it. I was wanting it. This was our first time at this and it was one hell of a lot of fun. "Just don't completely fuck up," I had cautioned myself. Well, if we were going to play a bit more, It was time to do some shopping. I texted my wife.. "I am out shopping. Looking for ways to further our playtimes together. I am thinking of you, for this week, as my play toy." She responded a little later. "I like being your toy. I like that you enjoy sharing your toy with others. And, like many boys and men, you are not delicate with your toys... another thing I like." With these messages as background to my thoughts and plans, I ignored all tourist attractions for the day. I had a mission to fulfill. During the day, I did receive one email from Paul. It seems that Amanda had given him my email. I'm not sure if I liked that, but oh well, "Chase. Your wife is incredible and thank you for sharing her with Fred and me last night. I am, if you wish, available for further explorations tonight. Fred won't be available." I thought about this for a while and then responded. "I need to find another woman to join the party. You can come if you can fulfill this need. You saw how my wife is. This other woman must be equally or more so." I had to wait a long while for a response. Perhaps Paul was put off by this. Perhaps he was just in session and could not respond. Finally the message arrived. "I know just the person. She is at this conference and has been an occasional playmate of mine. Without giving her your wife's name, I gave her a hint as to what your wife is like and what might be expected. She is game." So far so good. Things were going well... but, still, I had some ideas. "Tell her that the words: lesbian, and playful roughness, and toys are in my plans. I may want to take things beyond what happened last night... not sure yet, but things seem to be heading in that direction." An hour later another message came my way. "She wants to know if she will be giving or receiving this playful roughness and if the other woman is doing this voluntarily." I responded immediately. "She will be receiving pleasure from my wife and dishing out a bit of rough pleasure to Amanda. But, if she wants to be on the receiving end of some aggression, that is fine with me. And, yes, Amanda is doing this voluntarily... much to my pleasant surprise." "She is definitely in," came the final text for the afternoon. Dinner And A Collar: I took my wife out to a quiet dinner that night. Just the two of us. I was totally in love with this woman just then and didn't want to share the moment with anyone else. Sharing would come later. She was dressed in what would typically be called a "little black dress". It looked wonderful on her. Elegant, sensual without being blatantly sexual, and very flattering to her figure. The dress had a scooped neckline which accentuated her firm and high chest without exposing her. We went in a cab to a restaurant a few blocks away from Fisherman's Wharf. Close to the tourist district without being smack in the middle of it. We had a wonderful time and she told me all about the conference and what she had been learning. This conference had proven to be a good business tactic and she was glad she had come. Nothing was said for a long while about the previous sexual and kinky activities. I wanted it that way. The goal here was for us to just have romantic time together. We each had cocktails before and during dinner which helped relax us further. As we sipped our after-dinner coffee, I decided that it was time to switch gears. I handed her a small package across the table. We were in a booth and our activities were not all that obvious to others around us. "Open it." She did and looked inside the small package to see a small collar. I had visited a large sex shop earlier in the day and this collar was one of my purchases. It was an elegant black collar which matched her dress quite nicely. On the collar were several tasteful jeweled adornments. "Is this what I think?" She asked. "What do you think it is?" "A sex slave collar. One of those things which a woman in a bondage relationship might wear. I read about those before." "I am surprised you know about these and you are absolutely correct. If you put it on, it means to anyone who knows what it is that you are owned by someone. Me." She gave me a broad smile. Took a deep drink from her cocktail and then began to place the collar on her neck. "Don't do that just yet. I want to make sure that you understand everything before you do," I looked around and made sure that we couldn't be overheard. "Okay, boss man. What are the rules?" She smiled in a way which just melted me. "So far we have been involved with a lot of activities which we wouldn't have dreamed of just a few days ago. This stuff is definitely not in any romance novel." "And, I like it," she responded as she played with the collar with one hand. "In the last few days I've learned that my husband is a bit of a twisted freak and, guess what, it seems that I am too. Who knew!" she laughed delightfully. "Yep, I too am learning that I am more twisted than I ever would have imagined and I am glad you are enjoying this kinky journey of ours. Now, though, with this collar, it may be even more twisted and you will lose further control." I went on to describe my concerns about our playing with fire and the risks of messing up our relationship and marriage. She thought about this for quite a while before responding. "I have watched you during all of this. You have shown concern for my welfare, even when we have done some really kinky things. Yes, we are playing with fire, but we are going into this with our eyes open and we are doing it together." "And, even knowing these concerns, you are still willing to proceed?" "I would go well beyond the word "willing". I am "anxious" to proceed," I took a long sip from my drink. "Okay, then we will but understand that I will call a halt the minute things seem to be getting out of control." "I wouldn't want it any other way," she smiled and reached out to hold my hand. "Then we proceed?" I asked for confirmation. "We proceed. I will wear your collar and I will love and willingly do anything you ask of me... to a point, that is." "What is that "point"?" She paused to think about this for a bit. "As long as this doesn't overlap into my work and no one from work or my family or our friends knows about this, I am okay. Oh, also, don't get me arrested or put in the hospital, then I accept your terms. Oh... one last thing, you have to be present through all of it. There can't be any situation where you leave me alone with another person." Holy crap, this woman was incredible. "Tell me honestly how you felt when Paul was slapping your breasts and I was slapping your sex?" "My cunt," she responded, correcting me. "You were slapping my cunt. Chase, I liked it. It surprised me, but I did. I had never even fantasized about this sort of thing before but when it happened, it sort of opened something up in me." She gave me a wry smile. "Seems that I like being abused a bit. Who knew." "I too learned something about myself and, Amanda, if you wear that collar, I will take advantage of it. In theory, with you wearing it, I would have the permission to get as freaky as I want... and I do have some freaky thoughts floating around in my head." "Interesting so far," she batted her eyes at me playfully. "So, my twisted freak of a husband, tell me more about those freaky thoughts." I had to laugh. "Okay, here comes a big admission from me... your twisted freak of a husband. I like watching a beautiful and willing woman have her breasts mistreated. Things like watching a woman, a willing woman, wear nipple clamps, or have hot wax dripped on her, or having her breasts slapped or even whipped are a turn on to me." "Kind of like what Paul was doing to me last night," Amanda added simply. "Yes... and more A lot more, maybe. The sexiest part for me is when I see a woman do it to herself." "You've seen this?" she asked surprised. "In porn, yes. There are many videos of a woman in self bondage or self-whipping and such." She gave me a curious look. "Porn, huh. Seems that after this trip is over we may have a few things to talk about." "Ya think!" I chuckled. "But, yes my love, I do like watching porn on occasion. I am not addicted to it or anything.. it is just an occasional pleasure and I just told you about some of what I prefer to watch." "Wow, we are definitely learning a lot about each other on this trip." "Yes, and I hope we will learn even more." I responded. "So, given all of this, are you still willing to put that collar on?" Her response was to take it, place it around her neck and fasten it tightly while looking me directly in my eyes. "I am yours. If your desires are inside of the rules we talked about earlier, I will never say no to you, boss man." I was in loving amazement of her then. "What now?" she asked simply. "I have some basic rules for you to follow. One, unless you are on your period, you will not wear panties of any sort. Ever. Two, no bra unless I tell you to wear one. Three, no more dresses like the one you have on tonight when we are together. Your clothes must be easy access. I want you to dress classy, not like a slut, but it must be easy for me or others to reach in and play with any part of your body whenever and wherever we want." "I may have to do some shopping," she said simply. "Of course, I expect you to," I continued. "Also, when you sit, you must first always raise the bottom of your skirt so that your bare ass is sitting on the chair or whatever it is you are sitting on. It doesn't matter if others see you arrange your clothes in this matter." "Yes, boss." I was enjoying this role as her master, perhaps too much. "Finally, I need to put you to the test and prove for me that you will do kinky and unusual things." "Here?" She asked, her voice expressing a bit of surprise. "Don't worry. It's subtle. No one will know. Are you ready to show me that you will do anything?" She nodded in agreement but I could see that she was worried. "Again, this will be subtle. Extreme but subtle." I reached into the pocket of my blazer and took out two items. I paused for a moment, wondering if this was going too far. Hopefully not. I wanted her to do this. "I want you to put on these nipple clamps," I said in a low voice as I looked to see her reaction. "Ouch," my wife responded playfully at the suggestion. "Yep, that is the idea. A big batch of "ouch"," I attempted a jest. "I'm was told by the woman in the sex shop..." "Sex shop?" "I'll explain later. And, I did tell you earlier today that I was going to do some shopping for my toy... you." I paused and then continued. "So, as I was saying, the woman in the sex shop said that these were designed to fit nicely under clothes as they have a low profile. Oh, she also said that they are like alligator clamps and have a firm grip so they may be a little painful." "And, you want for me to wear them right now? Here? In this restaurant?" She said this in such a way that I first thought she was rejecting the notion. Then she gave me a wry smile. "Hey, boss man, I did put on the collar and I did ask you to find new ways to play. So, yes, I will definitely put them on." She looked down at the nipple clamps and examined the rough jaw-like clasps which would soon be affixed to her slender body. I then watched her as she left to go to the ladies room to put them on. A few minutes later she returned. Her face had a grimace on it and I watched as she sat carefully. Any movement would likely cause her dress to rub against the clamps which could potentially be painful. "Holy cow! These suckers are tight!" My wife gasped. I examined how she looked and could barely see the bulge they made protruding against the fabric of her dress. "Do they hurt?" "Fuck yes," she responded with an attempt to smile. "Do you want to remove them?" I asked. Yes, this expressed concern for her was totally not how the whole collar thing was supposed to work but she is my wife after all. I could go just so far with this game. "No," she reached across the table and took my hands in hers. "Here is the thing, Chase. These cruel suckers are digging into my tits like nobody's business and... here is the fun part... it totally and completely turns me on!" Damn, I love this woman. "I love you for this," was her surprising response to me. Why she should love me for making her wear painful nipple clamps I will never know. The important thing was she was proving her acceptance of anything I could ask her to do. It was time to broaden our experimentation. ***** End of chapter 3 - but definitely not the end of this saga. Exploring Her Limits Ch. 04 Chapter 3 ended with my wife and I discussing our mutual desires and concerns. She agreed to wear my collar and that we would both willingly carry our games even further... while watching to make sure that our pleasure seeking wasn't harming our marriage. To cap events off, she put on a pair of tight nipple clamps, her first time to ever do anything like this. Now.. the third evening of our adventure continues.... Amanda and Maria: After dinner we took a cab back to our hotel. It was time to meet up with Paul and the woman he had contacted. Fred would not be joining in this time. During the cab ride to the hotel I had Amanda remove the clamps. I watched, and so did the cabbie from his mirror, as she reached into the top of her dress. One-by-one she removed them. As each one was removed she gave a little cry. Their release from her nipples caused their own sort of pain or pleasure. I would want to learn more about this later. Even with the whole collar thing, my plans for the evening did not involve pain. I wanted for my wife to go down a completely different path for a bit. I had exchanged additional messages with Paul so he and the woman he had invited would be in tune with my ideas. Hopefully, things would go as planned. If so, this was certain to be an interesting night and one which explored new boundaries. Paul welcomed us into his suite and we came in and Paul took my wife's coat and gave her a kiss on the cheek. You would never know from this that he had roughly fucked my wife the night before. He was completely a gentleman and this helped set the tone I was hoping for. Tonight was to have little to do with Paul. Little to do with me either, for that matter. A moment later a beautiful Asian appearing woman came into the room. My guess is that her age was late thirties, but I can be horrible at guessing a woman's age. In any regard, she was a mature, slender, classy and beautiful woman. Her hair was straight down to the middle of her back and was jet black. Her breasts, like my wife's, were moderate of size. This is fine with me, I rather like slender women. We soon learned that her name was Maria and she was from the Philippines. Introductions were made and we went to sit down on the couches and chat. Paul poured wine for everyone and we had an enjoyable discussion about our recent travels, the conference, sights in San Francisco and so on. Just as I had done during dinner, conversations purposefully did not involve sex or recent sexual events. It was much better for us to all relax and get to know each other first. After a while Maria stood up from the couch she had occupied and stepped over to my wife. "You are to be mine now. I'm looking forward to this." The game was on. Earlier in the day I had told Paul that I wanted to watch my wife with another woman and it was decided that he and I would just be spectators while Maria took control of Amanda. I turned to Amanda and pretty much told her this. "You are to be a lesbian for the evening, my love. You are to desire, obey and please Maria. Paul and I are to be invisible to you... although we will be watching every moment." Maria guided my wife to her feet and Amanda said simply, "I've never been with another woman. I hope I can please you." Maria leaned forward and kissed my wife. "Oh, you will please me. I have some plans for you." Amanda nodded in understanding. Maria led my wife over to the couch she had been occupying and the two women sat next to each other. Lights were turned off with the exception of one low light on the two women. "You are lovely," Maria said to my wife, "I think we will have fun together." Amanda started to speak but Maria hushed her. "Just listen and do as I ask. Don't talk." Maria then placed one arm around my wife's shoulders, another holding my wife's hand and the two women came together in a long, soft and exploratory kiss. My wife may never have kissed another woman sexually before but you would never know it. I was immediately hard but I was determined to control myself. We had a long night ahead of us. As they kissed, Maria began to gently run her free hand over my wife's dress, body, neck, face and hair. She pulled back for a moment to speak, "It is too bad I only have you for this one night. I would love to teach you many wonderful things." In response my wife just kissed Maria, obviously enjoying this attention and the compliment. "Let me see your body. Take off your clothes. Everything except for your collar." Maria turned to speak to me, "I see that you have collared her. Do you give me mutual ownership of her? Does that collaring include me as one of her owners?" "For this evening, you are her only owner. The collar definitely includes you," I said simply, excited to see what would be forthcoming. Amanda stood and we watched as she seductively unzipped that little black dress and let it drop to the floor. Her panties and bra were already off, she had removed them in the cab on the way over, in addition to having removed the nipple clamps. The cabbie had definitely been given quite a show. Amanda's last task was to take off her shoes. Now the only item she wore was that new collar, a blushing face, and a seductive smile. Maria then guided my wife to her knees and positioned my Amanda so that she was between Maria's legs. I watched as the luscious Maria spread her bronze legs wide, exposing her own bare crotch. Maria was fully shaved and bare and her cunt was a beautiful pink and brown. Amanda, knowing what was wanted, leaned forward and placed her face into Maria's crotch. Soon, I was watching my wife lovingly lap up Maria's juices and explore that wet sex with her lips and tongue. Maria lay her head back during this and held my wife's head gently between her legs, encouraging her to continue. My wife freely enjoyed the appetizer she had been given. I was in visual, erotic heaven. Watching my wife pleasure another woman this way was absolutely incredible. After a while, they changed positions. Maria was now on her knees and was eating our my wife. Amanda seemed to love it. At one point I caught her looking at me and we locked eyes for a moment. It was a wonderful intimate look between us. No words spoken but the message was huge. We had entered into the unknown again and we were both loving it. As Maria devoured my wife's pussy, she explored Amanda's breasts with one hand as well. Then, after a while, Maria rose and the two women, each with cunt-coated mouths, went into a deep kiss. God I loved her then. Maria stripped and Paul and I were able to enjoy the sights of this beautiful slender and naked woman with that long black hair. I hoped, as Paul had suggested, I might have an opportunity to have some time with her later. Not now. This time was reserved for the two women. Maria sat back down and guided my wife so that she was able to pleasure Maria's slender breasts. I saw that Maria had one pierced nipple with a delicate barbell through it. I loved that look and was suddenly determined to have Amanda pierce one or both nipples someday. The two women took turns devouring the other's breasts with their mouths and teeth. They seemed to have an equal passion for this and I delighted in watching my wife carefully tug on Maria's pierced nipple. "Oh, you are a natural," Maria complimented my wife as she then returned the favor and teased Amanda's nipples with her teeth. Soon, this little show was over. Maria guided my wife to her feet and Paul and I watched as they headed into the bedroom. "Seems that if we want to watch them, we better follow along," Paul stated the obvious. Soon, Paul and I were sitting in two chairs in the bedroom, both along one wall and both chairs giving us an excellent view of the bed. Lights were off except for some low ambient lighting drifting in from the neighboring sitting room. The two naked women soon entered into a delightful sixty-nine position with Maria on top. As I watched, Maria ground her crotch into my wife's face while, in turn, Maria was greedily munching on my wife's wet cunt. After a moment, I watched as Maria reached under Amanda and began to play with my wife's ass. This was an area of Amanda's body which I had rarely had access to. Years ago she had let me fuck her there and she had claimed to not like it so I never tried again. Now, as Paul and I watched, Maria pushed one and then two fingers deeply into Amanda's tight hole. What an incredible sight. Two beautiful, mature, slender women, each one with her head and mouth aggressively eating out the other, and Maria pushing her fingers deep into Amanda's ass. Amanda cried out then. I thought it was in pain but I was dead wrong. My wife was having a wild orgasm and her body was bucking wildly while Maria continued her ministrations. When Amanda was done, I watched Maria pull up and I could see that her face was wondrously wet from my wife's juices. She was a beautiful erotic vision. Maria quickly changed position and turned around so that she was sitting over my wife, with her cunt forcing downward onto Amanda's face. I don't know how Amanda would breathe and it didn't seem that Maria was caring. Maria pushed and rubbed against Amanda's mouth and tongue over and over. It was incredible to watch. My wife had to be either drowning or suffocating and she never objected. She just kept her mouth working on Maria's clit as she sucked on that delightful woman. After many long minutes of this, Maria climaxed and simply collapsed on top of my wife. We had two completely used and worn out women on our hands. "Go away, guys. Go away." Maria called over to the two of us. "We need to rest for a moment and we don't need two guys leering at us." We reluctantly did. The night was still early and there was more to come. End of chapter 4 – but not the end of this saga.