0 comments/ 56955 views/ 3 favorites Julie Shows Diane The Way.... By: Diane Marie Julie Shows Diane The Way To Happiness (Originally I started writing this story at the request of a chat room friend of mine, she wanted a story that showed a loving husband. But one who had a hidden desire to watch his wife with other men. Not really totally hidden but a husband, who had his reasons for not just coming right out and telling his wife. She knows this is the way her husband is, what he doesn't know is that she's interested too, but she wants to fulfill her fantasy of multiple partners while she fulfills his fantasy of watching her with another man. Good, bad or indifferent, she was going to show her husband this story and tell him I wrote it for her. You men thought you were the only ones with these kinds of fantasies, duh men we have fantasies to. The truth is I think we can be so much more imaginative with our fantasies then you can be. She also requested that I put myself in her situation, loving husband, long term relationship, so on and so forth. I agreed to that. I used some bits and pieces from my real life. Twisted them around where I saw fit, added to others if I had to. The net result of that is of course they aren't real, but I could feel them that way. The fight, my man not going to that party with me, I could feel that because it happened. My feeling and wonderment about being with other men wasn't real, because I had been with other men before I was first married but I used my desire to be with one particular man while I was married and expanded upon it. This story is going to include a man I really did love, if he hadn't asked me to marry him, who knows, we may still be together. Not so much that I was afraid of marriage, but I had already had two of those go bad. It was really that if I'd have said "Yes" I would have had to confess something I was not ready to tell any man at that time in my life, it had already caused my second husband to rejection me and one lover after him. I needed a man whom I loved, and loved me. One whom, at least had some desire to see me with other men, but not an obsession. The last requirement rules out my third husband, he was obsessed, and jealousy ruled out husbands one and two. I've settled on a man I lived with for almost three years. During that relationship we allowed another couple into our love life and although at the time I never really thought about it, I realize now that he did watch me as I was being made love to. I'm sure, if he wouldn't have liked what he saw, he wouldn't have been looking. Yes I watched in return but I was never watching him, that's another story altogether, one which I wish was worthy of writing about, but at that time in my life I was hiding. Of course no man completely fits the character I needed for this story, I needed one whom had, had some love making experience but not enough to be a really good lover, I needed an adequate lover. The about mentioned man was way past just good. So I used my first husband for that part of his character, a man I love dearly but he was at best an adequate lover. Not all his fault, although I had much more experience then he did, I was only a giver, I never expected to receive, I never demanded to receive. I did not know my own body, I did not know what a real orgasms was, the orgasms I did have were at best fair. Most of the time going without altogether. I can safely say that, at that time in my life I gave myself better orgasms then any man gave me. One thing I well credit my first husband for is he tried, most of the time he didn't rush things, lots of kissing, lots of touching and most of all lots of loving whispers. There is the emotional component to love making to, I never reached the state of ecstasy that I have since but most of the time my emotional needs were met. The opposite has happened many time since, if I have to chose only one, I think I'd pick being satisfied emotionally. Then I further complicated the story by promising some of my other chat friends that I'd include two other things, one is something that I have done many time, something I find very stimulating to say the least. You'll have to figure what part that is by yourselves. The other involve a collar and leach, we were joking about putting them on men. I kind of liked the idea. The collar and leach, at least to me, implies a submissive man, I just love that idea. I said I'd use that in this story to. That involved a complete rewrite but I liked the twist that brings about in this story. This story is just not what my friend wanted, so I've decided to start over again, this time it well be for her. No one but her and her husband well see it. But I do like this story so I'm posting it, kind of twisted and it doesn't fit together as well as I'd like, it's been rewritten, and added to, to many times. Most likely I've left lots of mistakes but I'm so busy right now I just don't have a lot of time to correct them, I'm sorry.) Now all I need is a title! How about "Julie shows Diane the way to Happiness" As I sat at my dressing table, I couldn't help but be furious with my husband, Jeremy. He'd known about this party for over a month. It wasn't fair of him to schedule his monthly poker party on the same night. Sure it was true Jeremy was uncomfortable among my coworkers, but that was no excuse for him not going with me. Jeremy wasn't wrong in not liking some of the men I worked with, they can be an arrogant bunch and yes some do throw it up to him that they are educated while he isn't. But part of that is Jeremy to, he is jealous of those who'd finished college, something he'd fail to accomplish, not because he wasn't capable either, it had been his choice to drop out . It surely didn't matter to me, the day he told me he was quitting college to become a carpenter was some what of a shock but if that was what he wanted then that is what I wanted for him. In the end it wasn't really what he wanted, so he'd worked hard and is now a superintend for a large construction company where we live. His jealousy about others having degrees is hard for me to understand, he's never seemed to feel inferior to me, I'd finished college along with my internship and was now a licensed Architect. For that matter if it wasn't for his encouragement and support I would never have made it though school. Jeremy shouldn't have felt inferior to my coworkers, even if they were all going to be at this party, which they weren't, the truth is being a construction superintendent, Jeremy faces a lot more stress then either myself or any of my coworkers do. I'm always asking Jeremy's advice on how something should be built, and the advice he gives me makes me a better Architect. Better then anyone else in the firm, even if I do say so myself. As far as the women who work with me, they all like Jeremy, most of the wives of my male coworkers do to. Jeremy is a wonderful husband. He is loving, and gentle while still manly enough to give direction to our life together. Unlike so many of my friends husbands, Jeremy really does pay attention to me. We spend hours talking and he never seems bored or preoccupied. He never fails to show me his affection, and he doesn't have to be horny to do so. We truly are best friends, it isn't just an act we have to put on for our friends. Jeremy is handsome too, tall with a dark complexion, dark blue eyes, and jet black hair, maybe he's not a hunk but he is very attractive. Physically he's not bad either although he has developed a bit of a beer belly over the years and his behind has certainly spread. That does bother me some, partly because I don't think it's healthy, perhaps partly because I've lost some physical attraction for him but mostly because he's the first to let me know when I've put on a few pounds. That really isn't fair either, I do try to stay in shape, I work out as often as I can. I'm only a few pounds heavier then I was when we started dating back in high school. The truth is I'm pretty proud of my figure, men look, they don't just look they stare and I like that. Jeremy is also an adequate love making partner. Not that I've had much experience with other partners, only one other man before Jeremy and he never lasted more then 30 seconds, as far as foreplay that boy felt getting my cloths off was enough foreplay. Jeremy and I fell in love while we were still in high school, I may not have had much experience but I did think Jeremy was a good lover. So he wasn't after all that good but it's perception that counts isn't it. I'm sure that if we could have had children Jeremy would be a wonderful father to. He may well get his chance, we've been talking about adopting, something Jeremy hasn't quite accepted yet. We tried for a long time to have children, finally having test done. When we found out I was infertile, Jeremy had a very hard time accepting that he'd never have a child of his own. I really resented that, it was nearly impossible for me to cope with being infertile, I felt so incomplete, my whole being had been focused around wanting children. Family first, career second, my idea of happiness was husband, children, and the little house in the country with the while picket fence. Then when Jeremy acted liked I'd betrayed him or something because I couldn't have his babies I was devastated. He focused on his hurt, his wants, his needs and I think my supposed betrayal. The one time in my life I desperately needed to be reassured about who I was, about my very femininity, Jeremy failed me. If I had been in any kind of metal state to have done so, I would have left him. Just the opposite happened Jeremy started to act like he wanted to leave me. In my despair and desperation I attempted suicide, thankfully I failed in the attempt. Perhaps Jeremy realized he couldn't live without me, but whatever his reasons he did start to help me recover. Admittedly Jeremy and I haven't been as close as we once were. I suppose it's more me then Jeremy, I don't seem to be able to get completely over my resentment. It's hard to put exactly how I feel into words, some how I just don't feel completed by Jeremy any longer, something is lacking. I'm sure partly do to my resentment and that lack of oneness the I once shared with Jeremy, I started to think about taking on a lover. To be honest, I'd been curious about what it would be like with another man ever since I'd first known Jeremy, well at least since the first time he made love to me. Before Jeremy my previous boyfriend had jaded my outlook on sex, my attitude being, is this all there is. Did my attitude ever change with my first real orgasm, one not self given anyway. Perhaps if I hadn't had that good little catholic school girl upbringing, I would have taken on other lovers before we became husband and wife. Nothing I can do about that now. It also seems to me that the spark had and still has gone out of our marriage, at least so far as our sex life. I'm sure that's normal in most marriages. As far as the general state of our marriage, most everything is better then it was at the time of my suicide attempt. God forbid, I have no desire to be with another man in a relationship, I'd just shrivel up and die if I didn't have Jeremy. Even with all our problems and my feelings of being incomplete, I still know Jeremy is the man I want to grow old with. Maybe it was just the seven year itch, it just started a little early and it's lasted past the seven year mark. But unquestionably my curiosity about being with another man has gradually increased over time, at first it would just be a fleeting thought. Building now to the point that when I see a really attractive man, I think about what it would be like, kissing him, holding him, touching his naked flesh and him touching mine. Would it be the same as it is with Jeremy, would he feel the same inside of me. What would it be like to have him in my mouth, would he taste the same as Jeremy. What would it feel like to have his tongue pleasuring me, would I finally get to have an orgasm from oral. Would I have orgasms during intercourse not just the little ones I now had but those really big full bodied kind that Jeremy could give me when we used my vibrators. I just hate to even admit this but Jeremy does not do a lot for me orally, he tries hard, and I have had tended to think it was more me, then Jeremy but I wasn't sure, everything I heard told me oral sex should have been wonderful. I am even attracted to some of our male friends, where before I used to think of those same men as attractive, now I feel a sexual attraction for some of them. This is horrible to admit but I don't think I could trust myself alone with Jeremy's two best friends, Robert and Brad, both of them are Greek gods. I know I can't trust myself with Robert, this spring I almost cheated with him. Ok I did cheat but it's almost unfair to call it cheating, it just didn't have the ending cheating should have. Don't get me wrong, making love to Jeremy is always good, I won't say it's lacking in anything. Admittedly I don't get much out of Jeremy giving me oral. Up until Robert, I assumed that was just me. It would be wrong of me to completely fault Jeremy for his lack of skill in oral sex, I didn't think it could be so extraordinary. When we were first dating I was so uncomfortable with Jeremy's attempt, I was worried about how I smelled, how my vulva looked, I even had a hang up about it being sinful. I just couldn't get into it, I'm sure that was disheartening to Jeremy. Later when I became more comfortable with my body, my beliefs and I wanted to experience what I'd read and heard my girl friends say about the massive orgasms oral could produce, Jeremy just never tried very hard. Maybe in a way my hang ups had become his. The truth is I'm not really talking about making love, that 's what Jeremy and I do and it's good very good, I do feel loved when we have sex. But you have to be in love to make love, my desires are lustful not loving. But then again there should be some of that lust involved with making love too. The only times it seems to have that same old lustful spark are the nights we go out and I do a little bit of flashing. Nothing real open, low cut dress without a bra, or a really short dress with no panties on. But I have to admit it turns me on when I give some attractive guy a little show. It isn't just me that gets turned on, Jeremy does to, and he's always encouraging me to wear something sexy when we go clubbing or to a party. At times I think Jeremy wants me to go beyond just the flashing, and I have on a few occasion. For over a year now when we play this game we go in separate, not as a couple, that way I get a lot more offers to dance, and as a bonus we save some money, I rarely have to buy a drink. Jeremy likes it that way, I do also but I've never come right out and told him so. I've kissed other guys and let them feel me while dancing, but when I try to talk to Jeremy about this, he denies that he wants me going further. He even denies that any of it turns him on, he says he only allows it because it turns me on. Maybe he really doesn't want me to go any further but he is lying when he says my flashing and my playful behavior with other men doesn't turn him on, I know it does. Jeremy has never been real open to me about his desires, but he's hinted enough times, I can't but help believe that if nothing else the thought of me being with other men turns him on. Jeremy's also been reading stories on the internet about wives who play around, you all know the kind of story I'm talking about, those where the husband gets off on watching his wife have sex with other men. I'm really at fault for Jeremy reading these stories, I showed him the site, a friend of mine writes there. Maybe Jeremy is just curious, he does read other stories too. I'd like to bring it up but then he'd know I've been snooping. Jeremy is of the impression that I don't know to much about computers, which I guess I really don't, but I know enough, I work with them everyday. I know enough about internet explorer to track Jeremy's surfing by using the history file, I also know how to hide mine by deleting some of the sites I visit from the history. The story sites aren't the only sites Jeremy goes to, most of them news, sports, financial advice, and others similar to that but he also goes to a number of porn site, a couple he pays for with a credit card I'm not suppose to know about. I was somewhat offended by that, I'm as pretty as most of the women at those site, and my body is at better then most of those women. I almost hate to admit this, I found I liked to look to. I've always looked at other women, and I always go though Jeremy's playboy magazine, I just never admitted to myself that I was looking for any other reason then to compare. Looking at those women, following links to lesbian sites made me realize I'd always been curious about sex with another woman. Perhaps past curious to desirous. If that had been my only interest I don't think that would be a problem for Jeremy, he's talked about two women making love before. He even shared his fantasy about a threesome with my roommate and myself, back when I was a freshmen in college. That wasn't going to happen, it made me jealous, and very angry. Maybe it shouldn't have, it was just about sex, but it did and Jeremy has never again brought up the idea of a threesome with another woman. Somehow I knew that if I did suggest it, he'd jump at the chance. I also have a pretty good idea that if I told him I wanted to make love to another woman without him involved, he'd agree. I'm sure my having sex with another woman would turn Jeremy on. If that was all that I was interested in, it would have been ok, but I also was intrigued by the pictures of women being with more then one man. I can't say the pictures themselves turned me on but the thought of being with more then one man did and still does. In a way I was ashamed of myself, how could I even think of such a thing, gang bangs are what really slutty women do, not respectable happily married women. My logical mind says that isn't so, I don't really believe a woman has to be a slut to have that experience, but it is hard at times to over come all the moralizing you get growing up. Really not just growing up, women are judged all the time for actions that a man can do without anyone thinking the lesser of him. I was even more ashamed of myself when I'd have these fantasies in which Jeremy would approve of my desire, then set up a night of lust filled sex with some of his friends of course always including Robert and Brad. This isn't even the worse part, one day I visited a dom/sub site that my friend Julie told me to go to. Not the first such site I'd happened upon but this was all about female domination. The picture were amazing, men being lead around wearing studded collars with leases attached to them, dressed in leather vest, and leather briefs with the crotches cut out of them. Some not even dressed at all. Some of the mistresses riding their men just like they were horses, using riding crops to control them. They even talked about having races with the losing stud being punished. Some pictures of men chained to walls while their mistress and her friends tormented them, nothing serious never really doing any harm. Pictures of men who'd been secured to chairs with leather bindings while their mistress tormented them by being pleasured by, or pleasuring other partners, both male and female. The whole jest of the site was female domination with some mild punishment when her man did not behave as she wanted. Nothing horrible painful but I do admit some of the punishments were sever if not painful. Lots of stuff devoted to information on how to turn your man into a submissive. I was so ashamed that I wanted to be just like these women and I wanted Jeremy to be my submissive. All of the pictures were of a sexual nature but it was so much more then that, these woman were the dominate force in their marriages and relationship. The men served them, not the other way around as is so often the case. At least it is in my marriage, it's suppose to be equal, we even give that lip service but it's not. I work at least as many hours as Jeremy does but I still bear most of the burden for the mundane parts of married life, cleaning, cooking, shopping, paying the bills, planning for family affairs both his and mine. Just about everything accept taking out the garbage and mowing the lawn, both of which I do more often the not as I get tired of nagging Jeremy to get them done. It more the just that, take the predicament I'm in now, if I refused to attend one of Jeremy's parties, the shit would hit the fan, well that has happened but I'd be expected to give in women are just expected to be submissive. Julie Shows Diane The Way.... I loved the sexual domination to, not that I'd want that all the time but it did seem exciting to me. I sometimes wondered if I was becoming a pervert, we'd be making love and I'd have this fantasy that it wasn't Jeremy I was making love to it was someone else, while he was bond to a chair watching. The truth is I was starting to change, visiting the sex sites, reading the stories, being exposed to so many life styles, most of all this underlying desire to be with other men, had a big influence on that change. Before that I never would have consented to going out dressed like a slut, yes at times that is exactly how I'd dress, much less showing off my body to strange men. And before that I wouldn't even dance close with a man other then Jeremy, now I was not only dancing close to them I was letting them take liberties. Maybe I was always a little bit of an exhibitionist, I'll admit to exposing more flesh then need be but now I actually fancied the idea of flashing strangers, even being naked in front of them, the idea of being made love to in front of other people was just so over powering. Our sex life had changed to, and for the better, more do to a change in me then Jeremy. I have to admit I'd been a bit of a prude. I started to fulfill some of Jeremy's desires, starting first by getting over my aversion to him ejaculating in my mouth. I always loved giving Jeremy oral sex, I feel it is so intimate having his penis in my mouth. I just loved looking up at him seeing that expression of lust, passion and joy on his face. I do credit oral and my not allowing Jeremy to cum in my mouth with his stamina when it comes to intercourse. Not that Jeremy was premature, he wasn't, but when I started to give him oral, I warmed him that if he ever came in my mouth I'd never do it again. At first Jeremy couldn't last very long doing oral, he'd pull out of my mouth so he wouldn't ejaculate. But as time went on I realized he started to last longer. The side effect with that is he started to last longer during intercourse to, putting two and two together, I realize the effects were related. I was a bit unmerciful after that. I did like giving Jeremy oral, and up until then I wanted more, it always seemed he pulled away before I wanted to stop. After I realized the connection between intercourse and oral, things changed. Jeremy would still pull away when he felt he may lose control but after a brief pause and a stern warning about him not cuming in my mouth, I'd continue. Every time we made love he'd last a little longer until it came to the point that he no longer had to pull away from me. But allowing him to ejaculate in my mouth, that was the hardest thing sexually I've ever done. I was absolutely sure I was going to throw up. The first time I did it in the shower, figuring it would be easier to clean up after I did throw up. I did find it rather hard to get Jeremy to ejaculate, even though I told him I wanted him to, I'm sure because of all those year of warning him not to. Finally I resorted to masturbating him while I sucked on the head of his penis. When he did cum I was pleased that I did not fine his taste to be so bad it made me throw up. I'm not saying Jeremy's seed tasted like chocolate it didn't. It was rather musky and bitter so I didn't really swallow to much but at least I knew it was something I could get used to. Later when I found out that it was better if a man didn't drink coffee or smoke, I tried to make Jeremy stop both. Not an easy task but I promised Jeremy he could have anal sex if he did, that didn't work. I did want to try new things anyway so I gave that to Jeremy for one of his birthday presents. The surprising bonus was that I found I did like anal sex, not something I ever want to do a lot of but when I'm in the mood I really do love it. So many other changes to, semi-public sex, risking being watched or caught. Making love in a sleeping bag next to friends when we were camping, even with me on top so they could see us. I was open to trying just about anything at least once, it's just that Jeremy didn't know how much I was open to. I think the thing that Jeremy really liked the best is when I finally decided I'd try to deep throat him. I never tried it before because I have such a gag reflex, I can sometime gag from just brushing my teeth. It took some time and a number of sessions but I finally accomplished over coming that reflex. The sensation of his penis actually in my throat took some getting used to but I did find a bonus to all of this. I could let Jeremy cum while he was deep in my throat, thus hardly tasting him at all. Like I said Jeremy's sperm is something I got used to tasting but I never learned to like it's taste. As time went on Jeremy would coax me to do more. One weekend he talked me into putting on a show for him while we drove down the interstate. Something that I never would have agreed to a few years before. I leaned the seat back so no one could see, then unbuttoned my blouse and pulled up my bra. Jeremy wanted more, so I slipped off my shorts and panties and started to masturbate for him. When Jeremy pulled up next to a truck and slowed down, I was in shock, I pulled my blouse together then covered my vulva with my hand. I couldn't believe my ears when Jeremy told me to put on a show for the trucker. Jeremy can say what he wants but he was obviously turned on by the idea of me performing for this trucker. I couldn't help wondering if doing more would also turn him on. I was a little hesitant, but deep down I knew I wanted to, so that is what I did. Making eye contact with the driver, knowing that he wanted me, drove me over the edge to my first orgasm. After we pasted that truck I made Jeremy ride behind the next one until my clitoris was not to sensitive to touch. I was in such an aroused state I wanted more orgasms. My normal on orgasm was just not going to suffice. For the next hour or so I put on a show for every trucker we drove by. I don't know how many orgasms I had, but I had my share, one for each trucker. Finally I couldn't stand it any longer and I begged Jeremy to pull off the interstate and find someplace private. He did pull off the interstate but his and my idea of private wasn't so private, he stopped the car not fifty feet from a farmer on his tractor. I was so turned on, and even though I knew the farmer was watching I didn't consider stopping when Jeremy pulled me out of the car, then make love to me on the hood. I'll tell you that hood was so damn hot but I was hotter. The rest of the day we were like a couple of kids, it had been a long time since we'd made love so many times in one day. The fantasies running though my head were wild, and I hate to even say this, not one of them involved Jeremy at least not as far as the person I was making love to. As I finished putting on my makeup I couldn't help but feel down hearted, Jeremy knew that tonight was important to me. I felt a really good impression could help secure a partnership with the firm, one I'd earned and should already have. I tried to explain to Jeremy that this party was going to be different then before, our new managing partner, Billy, was giving it at his own house. It really wasn't a company party, Billy was giving a party for his friends, and had invited a few of us from the firm. Billy had been doing this with all of the partners and employees of the firm. I was among the last group of employees he had invited. Being among the last was really disappointing to me. I had felt Billy was different, not so damn sexist, I felt I had a real chance at getting a partnership. Being one of the last invited to his house was in itself disheartening and add to that Jeremy wouldn't come with me, I was depressed, and furious both. Julie, my best friend and Billy's assistance told me not to worry about being among the last to be invited to Billy's house. She told me Billy had his reason, that did help a little. But I wasn't so sure, Billy and I had gotten close for a while, we both liked to get to the office before six. After a while we started having a cup of coffee together each morning. Each day spending a little more time together. Billy's very charismatic, handsome in a rugged sort of way, physically attractive, and his voice is one in a million. I can almost get wet just listening to him. It wasn't long before I had a crush on him and I was sure it was mutual. Slowly our conversations turned move flirtatious, then down right sexual in nature, until one day we ended up in each others arms. It went way past just kissing and petting, I'm sure that if we wouldn't have heard someone walking down the hall we'd have made love right on the break room table. I was so aroused that I would have anyway, Billy's the one who stopped. The truth was I was totally out of control, it's one thing to elect to do something but to have no control was just unacceptable to me. The idea of cheating, I hadn't yet, was not something I wanted to think about but if I decided to cheat, I wanted to make the decision, that would not have been the case if it had happened that morning, I didn't have a choice I just would have. Whether that was do to Billy or something inside of me I didn't know. I'm sure my decision not to allowed myself to get into that situation again with Billy had more to do with my loss of control, then it did with my aversion to cheating. Nevertheless whatever the cause was, the effect was I kept my distance from Billy. At times I've even been very cold to him, at least on the outside, while I'm melting on the inside, lusting would be more like it, and I couldn't get it out of my mind how big his penis felt when I unzipped his pants and placed my fingers around it. I wasn't sure but I had a feeling that's why Billy had put off inviting us to his house. I also couldn't help believe, that my turning down his advances hadn't effected my chances of getting a partnership. As I finished dressing for the party I couldn't help but think I really shouldn't be going to this party. All day long I'd been horny but I wasn't about to allow Jeremy to touch me, I was just to angry with him. Knowing that I'd be spending the night with Billy without Jeremy made me feel vulnerable, and of course, Billy was the root cause of my horniness. Granted Billy's wife Elizabeth, would be there but you know how parties go, there's always a chance to be alone. Adding to my feeling of vulnerability was the fact that all week long Julie had been hinting that some of Billy's parties were wild. Finally coming right out and telling me she knew the party would end up being very wild. I prodded her for more information about the party but she told me I'd have to find out for myself, she did comment that I'd find the party to my liking. Julie told me I'd never been to a party that would suit me as well as the coming party would. Knowing that did cause me some anxiety, but it also stimulated my imagination, one night causing a very wild erotic dream. Under normal circumstances, the idea of cheating on Jeremy was something I didn't even like to think about, but his refusal to come to the party with me had hurt. Yes I know I've admitted to cheating already but I really didn't want it to happen again, well at least I told myself that. The thing that happened between Robert and I was in my mind a one time thing, in a way an accident. Maybe if I tell you the story you'll understand. It happened on a weekend camping trip to a lake about two hours drive from where we live. Jeremy and I went with, Robert, and his wife Linda. To make a long story short, Jeremy loves to fish and so does Linda, I surely don't, I find it boring, not to mention it kind of makes me sick watching the worm put on the hook. I hate worms but I still think it's cruel putting them on a hook like that. Robert is ok with fishing but the boat we rented was small it really was intended for only two people. I didn't want to go that is for sure, I intended to just lay out in the sun and read a book. Robert said he wasn't in the mood, at first Linda was somewhat apprehensive about going, but like I said she loves to fish. After a lot of prodding and encouragement from Robert and Jeremy she decided she'd go. After we saw Jeremy and Linda off, Robert and I decided to go for a swim, we were both in our suits anyway. After the swim I grabbed my overnight bag and told Robert I was going to the bathhouse for a shower. Robert told me that he needed one to, so he'd come along. When we finally did get to the bathhouse it was packed, people waiting their turns to get in. Robert said if I didn't mind the walk we could go to the bath house at the far end of the park as that end of the park was closed. Robert knew the camp ranger and he was sure that he could get the key. After doing so we headed to that one. It really wasn't a long walk, maybe twenty minutes. Arriving at the bathhouse Robert couldn't get the key to the woman's part to work, and after some discussion we both decided that we'd take turns in the men's. I told Jeremy to take his first, after he went in, he stuck his head back out of the door and told me to come in to. He said that the shower area was separate so it was safe for me to come in. I decided I'd brush my teeth in the vanity area while he took his shower. While I was brushing my teeth I realized that I could see Robert in the mirror, if he had picked any of the other shower heads, then the first one, I could not have. Robert has a great body, very muscular shoulder and chest with nice abs, muscular legs, nice strong V shaped back with a really tight bum to match. I hadn't realized how nice his buns really were until that moment in time, but it wasn't his buns that intrigued me, as he turned around I was amazed by how big his penis was, he was big and he was still soft, it wasn't so much that he was long but even from that distance I could see how thick he was. Robert started to get hard, so I realized he knew I was watching him, if he hadn't picked that time to asked me to throw him his shampoo bottle, I may not have acted, but even before that thinking about seducing him. I'd wanted him for a long time, he was naked, and we had privacy. Truth is I had been getting wet on the walk over to this bathhouse thinking that something like this just might happen. Jeremy did cross my mind once but I told myself he may be trying to seduce Linda at this very moment. I didn't really believe that but it helped. Picking up the bottle I turned and walked into the shower room taking my bikini off as I went. It just all seemed so natural to seduce him right here in the shower. We embraced, and kissed then Robert, still having the soap in his hand, started to wash me, it was as if this wasn't something new but something we'd done a thousand times before. It was so sensual, the slickness of his soapy hands running over my body, caressing my breast, then going between my legs as I pressed my vulva into one hand, while he washed my anus with his other, the stimulation was getting me so wet. His sliding to his knees, then washing my legs. I love a foot massage but under normal circumstances it's not a turn on, but his washing my feet was. When he washed my hair every single inch of my body tingled. When he finally finished cleaning, touching, caressing and kissing every single inch of my body, I took the soap from him. I cleaned him the same way he had me, his skin felt so smooth, his muscles hard to the touch. I was aroused by the smell and taste of his clean skin as I rinsed, then kissed every inch of his body as he had mine. Slipping to my knee I cleaned his legs and feet, kissing both as he had mine. Only after every other part had been cleaned did I concentrate on his genitalia. As I washed them, I realized that Robert wasn't that much longer then Jeremy maybe an inch, but he was so much bigger around close to twice Jeremy's size. The effect of his thickness had given him the appearance of being much longer. Robert's testicles were so much bigger then Jeremy's too. When Jeremy is hard his testicles make a small little sack that hangs close to his body, Robert hung low and felt heavy as I lifted and gentle caressed them. I do love Jeremy, every inch of him, but when I put my fingers around Robert's penis I couldn't help liking the feel of his thickness better, this is horrible I couldn't help but like the feel of all of Robert's body more then Jeremy's, Jeremy had never been muscled and hard like Robert is. After Robert was completely rinsed I started to kiss the head of his penis, working my way down the shaft to his balls, then back up to the head, finally placing it between my lips. I wouldn't say I had to stretch my lips but he did feel so much bigger, and at first I wasn't sure if I'd be able to take him all, I'd only been doing that for Jeremy for a short time. I went slow, sucking and running my tongue around the head of his penis. Then I started to stroke his penis with my mouth, as I did so Robert put his hands on the back of my head. One thing I hate is when Jeremy gets out of control and tries to force the pace, Robert did not do that, it was as if he sensed that would spoil the moment. With each downward stroke I took more and more of Robert's penis into my mouth until I could feel my lips against his pubic hair. It is then I felt Robert stiffen and I knew he would shortly be ejaculating. Jeremy didn't taste that great, and after I learned to deep throat, I'd keep him deep inside so I'd have very little taste but I wanted to taste Robert, I wanted to know if he'd taste the same as Jeremy, I knew he wouldn't. I moved my lips to the head of his penis, where I bobbed up and down very fast, then with my right hand I started to stroke him in rhythm with the movement of my head, while putting the index finger of my left hand into his anus, something I'd read on the internet that men loved, at least those who would let you do it to them, something Jeremy wouldn't. Robert started to groan, then started this uncontrollable urge to have intercourse with my mouth. As I said earlier I find this offensive, but I didn't, somehow I knew that his doing so now was need driven and something he couldn't contain, knowing that turned me on even more then I already was. It took much longer then I had expected when I finally felt his first spasm, he filled my mouth with his seed, then another and another, faster and in greater quantity then I could possible swallow. I hadn't make the wrong choice Robert's seed really did taste good, not at all musky like Jeremy's was, it was salty but at the same time sweet to the taste. I had suspected Robert would taste good, I read that how a man tastes is completely dependent on what he eat. Robert was very much into the whole health scene, it isn't just working out, and lifting weights that made Robert's body so fantastic, it included what he eats and drinks. He did not eat any meats, he does not smoke, nor does he drink coffee, soft drinks or any other of the numerous things that are bad for a person but we love so well, and although he did drink alcohol it was not an everyday thing for him. I was surprised by Robert's next action, he pulled me to my feet while his sperm was still in my mouth and started to kiss me, then licked what was on my chin and lips. Jeremy on the other hand won't even kiss me until I wash my mouth out and clean what ever has leaked on to my face. I found Robert's actions to be remarkable sensuous, I'm not sure I wouldn't have had an orgasm just from the effect it was having on me if Robert hadn't taken my hand and lead me to the vanity counter. Lifting me on to the counter he got on his knees and started to give me oral sex. I didn't really expect much, but this was different, he spent more time on my lips and ran his tongue inside of my vagina, then up around my clitoris then back to my lips, slowing increasing my arousal, bringing me to a point where I lusted for contact with my clitoris. When he started to lick my anus I just about came on the spot. Jeremy had never tried that and I'm almost sure that if he had I would have stopped him but this was not the same as being with Jeremy, more carnal, more lustful, I suppose in a way wicked, sinful. Adultery is sinful isn't it, at least at first. I think our real desires come out in that kind of a situation, we are already in the act of doing something we consider immoral, so what ever other forbidden wants we have don't seem so bad. Julie Shows Diane The Way.... When Robert finally started to lick my clitoris I exploded in an orgasm, not a huge one but a good one. Not really knowing my own body at the time and feeling the pressure of his tongue to be to intense, I pushed Robert away and told him to fuck me. As he started to enter me it felt wonderful, whether that was do to his size or how stimulated I was I'm not sure. Robert was in my mind huge but I know now he's not, thicker then average yes but he's not thick enough to make you feel really full, stretched, that feeling of being stretched of being full is beyond marvelous in my mind, and that was not the feeling I had with Robert. Regardless of that I have to admit I wanted him, his penis felt wonderful and I'm almost sure I would have had my first real vaginal orgasms if we had continued. I know I shouldn't rate orgasms I should be happy with the little ones to but I just can't help it, if I have a little one it just makes me want a bigger one all the more. We hadn't hardly gotten started when the door to the bathhouse opened up and in strolled two men, neither of whom I'd ever seen before. All four of us were in shock, Robert stopped, I just laid there with my back against the mirror, and Robert between my legs with his now softening penis in my vagina. I know I didn't want to stop, both of the men were young and athletic looking, if Robert wouldn't have backed away, if he would have just continued, I wouldn't have stopped. I was already commuting adultery, I know I wouldn't have stopped even if those two men would have started to do more then watch. Them joining in would have fulfilled one of my most lustful fantasies, that of being with more then one man at a time. After Robert moved away I just laid there letting all three of them look at me. I was not laying there in shock, nor was I laying there because I didn't know what else to do. I was laying there hoping one of them would make a move. When I finally realized no one was going to, I had to do something so I ran into one of the toilet stalls and shut the door. The three of them talked for the longest time, they were talking softly trying to hide their conversation from me, but I heard enough of it. Robert told them that is was to bad they hadn't knocked first, if he hadn't been so startled he could have put on a real show for them. Then adding that if he had, he was sure "the fucking slut" would have taken them all on. I had to smile at that, even though Robert had called me a slut while making his point, I was ready to take them all on even while Robert was losing his hard on. The thing I remember most was Robert telling them I'd just given him the best blow job he'd ever had. It wasn't to long after that, that I heard the door open and then swing shut. When I got up the courage to come out they were all gone. I hate to say this but Robert should have stayed, he may of called me a slut but I was intending to finish what we had started. So you see I did cheat but I was robbed of the full experience of cheating. I did feel guilty but somehow not fulfilling that experience made me feel less guilty then I should have. I didn't tell Jeremy any of this and I acted like nothing had happened between Robert and myself, even that afternoon when Jeremy and Linda had come back from fishing. That was the only time it was really hard to not show my lust for Robert. Maybe if it had happened with someone other then Robert, Jeremy's best friend, I would have confessed to Jeremy, maybe not. Looking at the clock on my night stand I realized I still have over two hours before I could even think about leaving the house. My mind had been filled to over flowing with all the same things I've just related to you, Jeremy, our past together, my desires, his, in my mind, betrayal. I was angry about Jeremy not coming with me to the party, add to that how hurt I was feeling, then the anger I felt about Jeremy's lack of concern for my career and the escalating fight we'd been having over all of this, I couldn't help but wonder if it was worth it, maybe I should just let myself go, the hell with the consequences. As much as I assured myself that I wouldn't allow anything to happen, I knew that if I drank, which I was sure I'd do, the more conventional, more conservative part of my being wouldn't have the control. I blamed Jeremy, if he'd go with me I wouldn't be feeling this way, I knew I had to go to this party, it was important but I also knew I shouldn't be going. Just thinking about the mental conflict enraged me more, in my anger I said to myself, "It would serve Jeremy right if I took on another lover tonight." I was also really torn, on one hand, I knew I didn't want the temptation of being at that party without Jeremy, but on the other hand I wanted to show Jeremy that he couldn't do this to me. I suppose, I could have begged Jeremy to go with me, and that just may have worked, most likely not, but after the fight we had I wasn't talking to him, and I didn't intend to for a while yet. Like I said I was furious with him, I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror, not really needing to look, just a need to do something. Looking at myself what I saw was a conservative professional woman, my work facade not who I was. It wasn't that I didn't look nice, I did but I also looked very dull. Thinking to myself I didn't want to be dull, I wanted to have fun and by god if I was going to this party alone I might as well look like I was intending to do just that have fun. Going into my closet I looked at all the dresses I had hanging there, trying to decide what else could I wear. My eyes settled on a dress that not only would say I was intending to have fun but I felt equally sure that my wearing it would upset Jeremy. Jeremy had ordered the dress as a gift for me from one of those catalog companies that have women's cloths, but the cloths are really for the men. I'd never even worn it, other then to try it on for Jeremy when it arrived, and then again one other time for my seamstress to have it altered. I have the worse time finding dresses that fit, if they fit me on the top they are always to loss on my hips and bum, if they fit me there then they're to loss on the top. I walked back into my bedroom laid the dress on my bed and decided I needed something to do. I decided to start all over again. I slipped off my cloths then went into the bathroom, first taking another shower, this time using the shower head to relieve some of my horniness. It felt good but as soon as I finished I could feel the pressure returning. After just about finishing drying my hair, leaving the final styling to after I was dressed I returned to my bedroom. I went to my dresser, where I picked a pair of black bikini briefs. After putting them on I though to myself boring. Slipping them back off I hunted for something that wasn't, finally selecting a pair of black lace, unlined thongs. Something else Jeremy had insisted I buy. Looking at myself in the mirror I had to admit they positively were the look Jeremy wanted for one of our nights out flashing. There just wasn't much material there they only partially cover the lips of my vulva, and the lace was open leaving nothing at all to the imagination. After putting on the dress I looked in the mirror. The dress was a black tight fitting halter dress, completely open to just below the small of my back, open in the front to just above my navel, just under my breasts was a thin strip of material about three inches in length keeping the halters from falling open entirely. The dress showed every curve I have, a few bumps and bulges to, thank god I don't have many. It definitely showed plenty of cleavage and it was obvious that nothing other then the dress was covering my breasts. I noticed as I shifted around, if I wasn't careful, I'd exposed my whole breast to view. When I'd had the dress altered I'd also had it shortened but I was sure my seamstress had made a mistakes, this was ridicules it was shorter then any I'd ever worn before. It was so short that it showed the lace tops of my thigh highs, which I then elected to go without. Now I could have worn panty hose but I just hate them. Looking in the mirror I had to admit the dress made me look so sexy. Maybe slutty would be a better description. I even bent over a couple of times just to see how much the dress would ride up, if I wasn't careful I wouldn't be hiding anything. The thought of that of course turned me on, so much so that I did consider removing my thongs, not that they really hide much. The few times I'd allowed Jeremy to talk me into not wearing panties had been so stimulating. The first night I had, I accidentally exposed myself to a table full of men. It really wasn't intentional, doing so later was, the back of my loss fitting skirt had caught on the bar stool as I slipped off to go to the ladies room, when it did it caused my skirt to raise almost to my hips. As I was freeing it, I realized the men at the table close to where I was sitting were looking at my exposed pussy. It was only for a brief time, but I'll admit it took longer then it should have to free my skirt. It was only later that I realize that Jeremy had picked the skirt I was wearing intentionally. Jeremy rarely dances with me, but that night he did, during a fast dance he grabbed my hand and started to spin me, as he did my skirt flared out giving a quick glance to anyone who happened to be watching. I think that night was the night I finally admitted to myself that I was an exhibitionist. Looking in the mirror at myself I wasn't sure I'd be able to leave the house wearing this dress, if ever a dress said, I'm available, I'm willing, come fuck me, it was this one. I was sure it would have the desired effect, but what I wasn't sure of was what effect I wanted. Was I trying to upset Jeremy, or was I saying, I'm available take me. I didn't want those thoughts, I didn't really want to cheat on Jeremy again, but thinking about Jeremy made me think of just how hurt and angry I was and the anger at the very least made me tempted to do just that. I didn't make a conscious decision to wear or not to wear that dress, I just walked out of our bedroom wearing it. I intentionally went into our family room where Jeremy was sitting up a couple of card tables. I wanted him to see how I was dressed, I wanted him to regret not going with me. Jeremy complemented me on how I looked, not the reaction I wanted. Sitting down I spread my legs apart just enough to make sure Jeremy knew how little was covering my sex. I looked at Jeremy then said, "To bad your not coming along to enjoy the view, but I'm sure others well." I wasn't really sure what Jeremy's reaction was to that, he had a strange look on his face, but I couldn't really interpret it as jealousy. Finally Jeremy responded with, "Would that be such a bad thing." He had no hint of anger in is voice, so I wasn't sure if he was being sarcastic or not. One thing for sure it increased the anger I was feeling for him, while at the same time it made me wonder if he was giving me his permission to play around. I really wanted to just come right out and ask him if that is what he was doing, but I didn't. Perhaps I didn't want to here the answer, a "No" may not have changed how I was feeling but it would have surely stopped me taking any kind of action and I wasn't sure I wanted that choice made for me. I considered staying long enough for Jeremy's friends to show up, putting on a little show for them, I was sure that would get to Jeremy, but I was just to angry with him to stay. I drove first to Julie's house, she'd agree to ride with me, as she goes to all of Billy's parties. Elizabeth is, aside from myself, Julie's closets friend and I'd often wondered why I'd never been included in that friendship. I was a bit relieved when Julie got in the car, I had expected to feel out of place in the dress I was wearing but her dress was every bit as reveling as mine was. I have to admit she looked hot, I also have to admit that I looked her over, liking what I saw. Julie is not only a coworker and my best friend, she's also the person I feel closets to in the whole world, in most ways I feel closer to her then I do Jeremy, I tell her everything. I guess not every thing, I've never told her that a few times I've felt more then just friendship for her. There have been a few times I've felt she's also felt more for me too, but I suppose I'm afraid that if I push that it'll wreak our friendship. Julie knows about all my fantasies, I can't tell you how many times she's told me to just do it, get it out of my system. Julie is the type of person who has very little inhibitions but she also doesn't have a husband to worry about. She divorced hers about two years ago. On the way to the party Julie and I talked about the night before us, this time she didn't hold back to much, saying she wouldn't be surprised if later that evening it turned into a orgy. My first reaction to that was to turn my car around and go back home, but something inside of me was so curious about what an orgy would like. Reasoning with myself all the way there, that I wouldn't have to participate, I could just watch. Maybe just play a little bit, but never to the point of cheating. When we arrived, being it was early, I was surprised how many people were already at Billy's house. I really don't know who gave me the drink, it was in my hand. Which was how it would be for the next five hours, I seemed to always have a full drink in my hand. This was the first time I'd ever been to Billy's house and even though I'd imagined that it would be fantastic, it was so much more, I knew the neighborhood was exclusive but Billy's house wasn't just a house it was a mansion. He even had an olympic size pool in his back yard, which was where everyone seem to be congregated. Julie must have sensed my amazement, telling me that the house was Elizabeth's, she'd inherited it along with a lot of money when her parents died. Julie and I stayed together mingling with the other guest. I kept my eyes on Billy the whole time, when he finally came over with Elizabeth, I was disappointed he wasn't alone. It wasn't long before I realized Billy wasn't the dominate man I had assumed he was, Elizabeth was evidently the dominate partner. Billy's dynamic personality still was evident but it was easy to see Billy deferred in all things to his wife. It was somewhat confusing because Billy openly flirted with me, but occasional he'd glance to his wife, always getting a approving node from her. Billy wasn't the only one flirting with me, both Julie and Elizabeth were too. Elizabeth couldn't keep her hands to herself, always touching my hands, arms and a few times she brushed my cheek. Normally I'm put off by a person who is always touching me but her touch seemed reassuring, I knew it had a sexual connotation but some how her touch relaxed me eased the tensions I'd been feeling. Finally Elizabeth excused herself, saying she had to see to some of her other guest. As she left she gave me a kiss on my cheek, while at the same time running her fingers up and down my bare back. Her touch gave me goose bumps, and I don't mean because it was cold. I was definitely sexually charged after this encounter with Elizabeth. Although somewhat confused, I'd never been seduced by a husband and wife before, and I'd have to add Julie to that equation too, yes it was a seduction of sorts. I was even more confused by my own reaction, I was more turned on by Elizabeth's and Julie's behavior then I had been by Billy's. Perhaps it was just the newness of the experience that had caused my reaction. As I've said before I did have desires for other women but that was fantasy, this was reality. I don't care what anyone else says, there is a big difference from being curious to admitting your bisexual. It was at that point in time that the reality hit me, I hadn't even made love to another woman but I knew. I also knew I'd love every minute of the experience of being made love to and making love to another woman when it finally did happen. Even the fact that Billy seemed to submit to Elizabeth was stimulating to me. I had no idea at the time that their relationship was a dominate/subordinate type of a relationship, but I did like how Elizabeth seemed to be in control. It even crossed my mind that if I was more assertive, Jeremy would have been next to me at that very moment, instead of at home with his buds. I think, that is when the realization hit me that in Jeremy and my relationship, Jeremy wasn't really the dominate partner. I had allowed that, isn't that the conventional wisdom the wife submits to her husband. I also think that is the moment in time that I decided I wasn't happy with that arrangement. Shortly after that Elizabeth summoned Billy to her side leaving me again alone with Julie. For the next hour and a half, Julie introduced me to most of the other guest, those I didn't already know from work. I was surprised, pleasantly I might add, that in every case the man of each couple seemed to defer to his wife or lover. About nine o'clock Elizabeth cornered me, I assumed to flirt and I was totally surprised when she told me that Julie had told her I was worried about my partnership. I was so happy when she told me my partnership was a done deal, she'd made Billy convince the other partners that it wouldn't be worth the risk to loss me to another firm. That really was the truth, I had been almost sure that I'd be passed over again, so I'd already made some discrete contact about moving to another firm. I was sure that Julie must have filled Elizabeth in on that possibility. After that Elizabeth made no pretense of what she wanted, her hands no longer restricted to touching just my hands and arms. It's then when I saw Elizabeth taking a red pill, asking her what it was, she told me it was just something to loosen her up. Handing me three of them she proceeded to tell me all they made a person feel, all I really remember is her saying was, "You should try them, they make you feel so uninhibited." Shortly after that Billy came to us asking Elizabeth if it wasn't time for them to escort a few of the guest to their cars. After leaving me, Elizabeth and Billy met with the other five couples that were from our firm. After a brief discussion with each they walked them to their cars. I was surprised when Elizabeth and Billy returned from escorting Tom and his wife, Carla, to their car, as Carla returned alone, hand in hand with Elizabeth. Tom is a conniving SOB, he'd do anything behind your back to get ahead. He has very little talent but he's good at taking the credit for others work. When Carla came over and started talking to me I didn't have a clue what she meant when she said, "Tom insisted I stay he thinks it well be good for his career. When I told him I wasn't sure, he got really mad at me, he's afraid if I don't stay you'll get the partnership, not him." I almost laughed at that. Before continuing Carla took one of the same kind of pills Elizabeth had given me, "Diane, Elizabeth already told me your going to get the partnership. She also thinks Tom's a weenie, and after the display he put on out in the driveway, I know she's right. I didn't come back to the party because Tom wanted me to and the truth is Tom has no idea what Elizabeth's group of friend are really about. I came back because Elizabeth is right, there is absolutely no reason for our husbands to rule our lives. I intend to do as I please tonight. Tomorrow Tommy's going to regret that he ever wanted me to stay, and the first lesson he's going to learn is that tomorrow is my day off, he's got the kids all day long. Then there is cooking, cleaning and waiting hand a foot on me, and just think he has only himself to blame. I was about to turn down Elizabeth's offer to join her group of friends." I really didn't have the foggiest what Carla was talking about, but I still had to give her a big warm smile, what ever it was, Tommy boy was going to regret it.