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My Wife's Convention Adventure Ch. 01

By: Calvin427



1.  A Night Out on the Town

It was in early January and we'd just been to a concert at the Davies Symphony Hall, where we sat through some modern compositions I hope I never have to listen to again in my whole life. Afterwards we drove over the hill to North Beach to console ourselves in a less pretentious atmosphere. 

Since moving to San Francisco and having more leisure time, we've tried to get a lot more "culture." And we've actually enjoyed much of what we've encountered. But the fact is both Nancy and I have a lot of lowbrow in us.

After walking around for a while, we stopped in at a bar on upper Grant Street. It was pretty crowded and a blues duo was playing in the back. Nancy found an empty bar stool, removed her full-length coat, draped it over the stool, and sat on it. I had to stand behind her stool because there weren't any others available. I noticed that several guys, apparently drunk enough not to care that I was with her, openly checked her out. 

No wonder. Nancy, overdressed for this place, looked gorgeous. She'd put on a simple black dress that was cut rather low and came down mid-thigh. Under it she'd worn a pair of pantyhose. This was unusual for her, but she said pantyhose made wearing high-heeled shoes more comfortable. 

The first thing her ogglers probably noticed when she took off her coat was the (imitation) pearl necklace that reached down into her cleavage. They called attention to the inner orbs of her smaller-than-average breasts. She was braless, of course, and her breasts – their nipples prominent beneath her dress's thin material -- bounced enticingly with every little motion she made.

We got the bartendress's attention and were served a glass of wine (for her) and a beer (for me). Nancy sat with her body turned slightly away from the bar. Holding her drink, she looked toward the back of the bar where the blues duo was playing. Standing next to her, I looked down and noticed that she was showing a lot of leg. Her dress had crept way up her thighs and her knees were spread more than twelve inches apart. For stability, I suppose, she'd hooked her high heels under the rail of her bar stool.

Since nearly everyone in the bar was facing the same way she was, though, I didn't notice anyone trying to look between her legs. Not at first, at least. As the band ended a song and people hooted and applauded, a bearded guy in his forties sitting at a table in front of us looked back, caught sight of my beautiful wife sitting there with her open legs at his eye level, and did an almost comedic double-take. He was only about six feet away from her, so (despite the rather poor light) he must've had a pretty good view up her thighs, probably all the way to her crotch.

I'm not sure his eyes went there immediately, though. At first, I suspect, he was simply surprised to find someone looking like her in the bar. An elegant, beautiful blonde sitting among dressed-down blues aficionados really stood out. The amount of skin she was showing was a bonus, of course. 

Her breasts were partially covered (except, hovering over her, I could see all of her left breast except for the nipple), but she was obviously braless. Because of the careless way she was sitting, though, it was her inner thighs and crotch that drew the poor man's attention. 

After a few seconds, he turned away and said something to another guy sitting at the table with him. Then he turned his head back around to see if the view he'd just been offered was still available. It was. Holding her position, Nancy was looking up at me and saying something about the duo. I bent down to her and whispered, "There's a guy looking up your dress, my love."

She didn't look around to see who her voyeur was. Instead, she asked me, "Is he good looking?"

"Not especially," I answered.

She held her position and directed her attention back toward the duo, who had started another song. Everyone else sitting near us, except the two guys sitting at the table in direct eye-shot of my wife's crotch, were looking toward the back, too. The bearded guy, who didn't want to seem too obvious, I suppose, had moved his chair slightly so that he didn't have to swivel his head a full 180 degrees to look between the blues duo and my wife's crotch. His friend, a bald guy who seemed drunker and more reckless, leaned forward and blatantly stared up Nancy's dress.

"I see there are two of them," said Nancy soto voce. "Too bad I've got pantyhose on." 

She'd managed to check them out while showing apparent interest in the musicians.

"You can always take them off," I suggested.

"Sure, but could we go somewhere else? I'll take them off there. This place is too crowded, anyway. And I'm not that crazy about the music."

I agreed with her and we left a few minutes later, leaving her admirers disappointed. On the way up Grant Street, on the way to a bar I remembered liking on Green Street, we talked about what we might do next.

Her minor exhibitionism in the blues bar had given me an idea. "You really look sexy tonight. Would you like to push it beyond showing off? Are you up for the wronged wife routine?" 

Instead of answering me directly, she stopped and frowned at me. Then she exclaimed (not too loudly, though), "You cheating scum! How dare you screw your secretary! And I've given you the best years of my life!" She couldn't keep a straight, or rather an angry face, though, and dissolved into laughter.

"I'll take that as a yes," I said. We resumed walking arm-in-arm up to Green Street. 

Nancy tried getting back into the stereotype: "I'm so mad at you (well, not you, Cal, but my 'husband') that I need to do something to restore my battered self-image as a sexual being. Gosh, I wonder what it'll be. How's this? Maybe I'll take off my pantyhose to make myself more interesting to men."

"That's a non sequitur," I said, "but I like it."

She stopped walking and quickly stepped out of her high-heeled shoes. Then, opening her coat and pulling up her dress, she gripped her pantyhose at the top and quickly pulled them down to her feet. Next, bending down as she leaned against me, she freed her feet from the pantyhose, scooped them up, and tucked them in one of her coat pockets.

Stepping back into her shoes, she said, "I guess I can put up with a little foot discomfort for the sake of a few cheap thrills."

A group of four people, two men and two women, had stopped across the street to watch Nancy taking off her pantyhose. I screened her from them as best as I could by standing close to her, but I think they could tell what she was doing. One of the guys gave us a big smile.

I smiled back and waved. Then we proceeded to the bar, called Gino and Carlo's, and split up just outside the front door. I watched her enter the bar then walked back down Grant Street to another bar to kill a little time. I didn't order a drink there but went back to the men's room to take a piss. I went back outside then and walked around a little more. I wanted to give Nancy a chance to establish herself as an unattached women. Finally, at about 11:00 p.m., I entered Gino and Carlo's.

The place wasn't as crowded as it might've been for a Friday night. There were several knots of people, mostly, I think, men between thirty and fifty. They were talking, drinking, and laughing. The several women who were in the bar seemed loosely attached to some of the men, but it was far from a couples crowd.

Nancy was sitting at the bar, toward the back near the pool table (where no one was playing just then), with a glass of wine in front of her. The bartender, a tall guy in his forties, was leaning forward on his elbows talking rather intently to her. I found a stool about ten feet from where she sat and tried to get his attention. I finally caught his eye and he walked down the bar to serve me. As he got me a beer, Nancy flashed me a quick smile before facing forward and taking a sip from her glass. She was officially ignoring me.

She'd taken off her coat and laid it on the bar in front of her. The bartender was soon back talking to her. Again he leaned forward on his elbows. He was staring into her face as though trying to become rather too quickly intimate with her. He wasn't bad looking, but I could see that he was making Nancy uncomfortable.

A few minutes later, as the bartender had to leave the bar to do something in a back room, Nancy fell into a less intense conversation with a guy sitting just to her left. About a minute later, just as the bartender returned behind the bar, she picked up her coat and drink and walked with the guy to a table near the front of the bar.

I'm pretty sure Nancy instigated the move. The bartender had become way too possessive.

The bartender actually glared at them as they sat down together, and for a moment I thought he might cause a scene of some kind. I didn't think the guy with Nancy would've been a physical match for him, so I hoped nothing like this happened.

As for the guy my wife was sitting with, he looked to be in his thirties, had curly dark hair, and wore glasses. He was pretty short and weighed maybe 160 pounds. Dressed in a tie and jacket, he looked like a mild-mannered accountant. 

I decided to listen in on what they were saying. So, carrying my beer, I wandered over near them and pretended to be interested in some photos on the wall. 

Nancy had launched into her sad story of betrayal. Her husband, I overheard her say, was in town at a convention and she flew over from Salt Lake City to surprise him. 

Big surprise! She caught him with his secretary. There he was, smooching with her in the hotel bar. She didn't confront him, except deviously by having the front desk send her small bag upstairs to his room, but called an old college friend of hers asking to be put up. The friend was out of town (visiting her parents in San Jose, my wife elaborated unnecessarily) but told Nancy that she could crash at her house in the downstairs guest room. She'd be back on Sunday and would see Nancy if she was still there. She was to make herself at home.

Then, suddenly acting drunk, Nancy said she'd need a taxi to get to her friend's house. The guy asked her where her friend lived and Nancy said she had the address in her purse, which was in her coat. Standing up, she picked up her coat, pulled her purse out of the same pocket in which she'd stashed her pantyhose, and began rifling through it. 

As she stood bending over the table clumsily going through her purse, a wonderful thing happened. Her pearl necklace dangled straight down over the table and her dress top gaped wide open. Glancing down from where I stood just behind the guy she was with, I could clearly see her entire right breast, including a beautifully erect light-pink nipple. The guy had an even closer view. 

Finally, after going through her purse (and giving her new friend a sustained view of her naked breast) for almost a full minute, Nancy seemed to give up. "I can't find it right now," she said, sitting back down in her chair. "I'll have to phone Debbie again and get it. I stayed at her place once before, but I forget how to get there."

Asking the guy to watch her coat, she picked up her purse and walked to the women's room in the back of the bar. She obviously wanted him to think she was going to call her friend from there. I noticed, as she made her way to the bathroom, that the bartender watched her with the same angry expression on his face he'd had fifteen minutes earlier.

Meanwhile, a chair became available near my wife's table and I sat down in it. It was easier to eavesdrop while sitting down than when hovering. 

A few minutes later, Nancy returned to her table and showed her companion a slip of paper with an address (ours) written on it. "I called her in San Jose. Fortunately, she was still up." 

The man looked at the address and said he'd have to ask someone how to find it, but he was willing to give her a ride there. His rental car was less than a block away. Would she like a lift?

She didn't commit to him right away. Instead, she asked him some questions. She (and I listening in) learned that he was in town for a sports trainers' convention. He worked as a trainer at some college in Idaho. He was recently divorced. 

He asked her if she'd like another drink. She said she wasn't sure the bartender would serve her one without being nasty about it. He'd bought her two earlier and seemed to think that gave him a right to her. Maybe if they went somewhere else?

Then the guy said something surprising: "We can do that [go somewhere else, he meant] if you like, but I don't mind getting us a drink here. If the guy behind the bar wants trouble, I can give it to him. Not to boast, but I'm a black-belt and a former marine."

Really? I looked more closely at the guy. He wasn't big, but he did appear to be in good shape. First appearances could be deceiving.

"Let's go somewhere else close by for one, OK?" said Nancy. "I'd really like to avoid a scene. And, by the way, Debbie gave me instructions on getting to her house. I think I can guide us there."

So they finished their drinks and walked out of the bar together. I followed them out and watched them walk down Green Street to Columbus. Then they walked a half a block until they found another bar. I watched them through the window as they sat down together at a table. A girl took their order. 

Standing on the sidewalk, I had to decide what to do. The guy seemed relatively safe. But, I recalled, so did Ted Bundy. His car was close by, he'd said. So was ours. Would it be possible for me to follow them home and make sure he wasn't dangerous? I decided to get our car and drive it back near the bar where they were. 

So I parked the car in a no parking zone across Columbus Street from the bar where Nancy and her companion were. I thought that if I was in the car it would be all right. The cops might tell me to move on, but nothing more serious would happen.

I couldn't see them from the car, so I got out and quickly crossed the street to look in the window. There they were, apparently just finishing their drinks. In fact, Nancy was standing up and the guy was getting ready to help her on with her coat.

So I went across the street again and got back into the car so I could keep an eye on the front door of the bar. Minutes later, Nancy and the guy emerged and started walking down Columbus Street toward Washington Square. I turned the car around and followed them down the street a block or so below the square where the guy had parked his rental car. He'd gotten cozy enough with my wife to place his arm over her shoulder as they walked. Equally cozy with him, she sort of leaned into him.

I drove past them slowly as he was opening the passenger-side door and watching her climb into the seat. I couldn't be sure, but I guessed she was giving him a good look up her dress. This is something she's really good at.

I watched the guy pull out of his parking space and head back up Columbus Street. He then took a right turn on Broadway and headed toward the tunnel. I fell in behind him, of course. When he made a left turn on Franklin, I knew was heading in the right direction.

2. Nancy Brings Home a Friend

Figuring they were going directly to our house, I sped up and overtook them. I wasn't going to go inside the house, but I wanted to be there when they arrived. I found a parking space about 200 yards away and quickly ran there. Puffing slightly, I hid in the bushes just to right side of the house and waited.

I knew that Nancy would take him to the guest room, which is on the ground floor and faces the back yard. There is a missing slat in the blinds that offers a perfect view of the room. [I made good use of this missing slat in a recent adventure called "My Wife and the Teenager."]

About five minutes later, I noticed headlights approaching. Was it them? I felt my cock twitch in my pants because I knew it probably was. Seconds later (yes!) the guy pulled his car up into the driveway. Peering around the side of the house, I watched Nancy leaning toward him. There was enough illumination from the street light for me to see that they were in a full embrace. 

This meant one of two things. Either he was just dropping her off and kissing her good-night (his engine was still running) or they were getting very excited. The enthusiasm of the kiss inclined me to the second interpretation. And when he killed the engine I knew I was right.

The guy got out and walked around the car to open her door. From my perspective I had a good view of her climbing out of the car. As I suspected she would, she threw her legs wide open and flashed her naked cunt at him for several seconds as she started to get out. Since the car was rather low, he reached down and gave her a hand up.

Once standing, she fell into his arms and they kissed deeply again. Breaking away from him, she looked around briefly. Was she looking for me? Was she worried about what a neighbor might think? We hadn't discussed this part of the sex game.

Thinking (probably) that either I was hiding somewhere or that I hadn't yet arrived, Nancy pretended to find the key under the door mat and opened the front door. Clutching her coat and purse under her arm, she entered the house and the guy followed her inside. Walking around the side of the house, I saw the light in the kitchen go on. The guy stood behind her as she opened the refrigerator, pulled out an open bottle of wine, and put it on the table.

"Can you find some glasses?" I heard her ask him. "I have to go to the bathroom." Saying this, she opened the door to the guest room and switched on the overhead light. She did something with her coat and purse then went into the bathroom, which was only about three feet inside the guest room.

The guy located two glasses, poured wine into them, and sat down at the kitchen table. As he sipped his wine, he looked through the open guest room door at the closed bathroom door.

A few minutes later, Nancy came out of the bathroom and instead of returning to the kitchen moved out of his (and my) view into the guest room. "I'll be there in a minute," I heard her shout to him.

I decided this might be a good time to phone her and find out exactly what was going on. So I called her cell. When she answered pretended to be talking to her friend in San Jose. Then, in a quieter voice, she said, "He thinks my friend's significant other – I decided to call him Bob -- is coming home either late tonight or tomorrow morning. So he knows he can't stay long, especially if he's going to park in the driveway. Where are you?"

I told her I was just outside the kitchen window.

"So, you're going to watch what happens through the guest room window, right?" she asked.

I said I would.

Then she rang off, saying, "I'll try to make it good. I love you."

While I was talking to my wife, the guy took off his sports coat and laid it over one of the kitchen chairs. Looking through the kitchen window at him, I got a better idea of what he was like physically. He had broader shoulders than I at first thought he had. And it didn't look like he had an ounce of fat on him.

Nancy returned to the kitchen as he sat back down at the table. She had taken off her shoes but still had her dress (and, both of us guys knew, nothing else) on. Picking up her glass of wine, she had him push his chair away from the table so she could sit in his lap. She sat sideways, with her right arm over his shoulders and her bare legs facing the kitchen window through which she knew I was watching.

She gave him another kiss and he immediately brought his right hand up to and inside the top of her dress. He was soon fondling both of her breasts.

She broke the kiss and said, "Too bad my cheating husband can't see another man playing with his wife's tits. Maybe it would teach him not to take me for granted."


My Wife's Convention Adventure Ch. 01



"They're really nice," I heard him say.

They kissed again and he moved his right hand from her breasts to her thighs, which were almost entirely exposed. She sat with her legs spread apart about six inches, but because my viewing angle wasn't quite right I couldn't see all the way to her crotch. The guy's hand went further and further up her thighs until he made contact with her cunt. She gasped slightly as he did this and quickly climbed off of his lap.

As she stood up, she reached down and briefly touched the front of his trousers. "Allen! You're really ready, aren't you! Can you wait until I take a shower? I'm pretty grubby from traveling all day."

Allen (for, unless he was lying, this seemed to be his name) stood up, his hard-on definitely showing through his pants, and smiled at my wife. "Sure, I can wait," he said. 

Nancy immediately returned to the guest room as Allen sat back down. Seconds later, she reappeared in the doorway of the guest room door stark naked. Smiling and waving at him, she turned her back and (giving her ass a pretty little twitch) went into the bathroom. But she left the bathroom door open this time. Sitting at the kitchen table, Allen was almost able to watch her climb into the shower stall. As soon as the shower started, he downed his glass of wine and walked over to the open bathroom door to watch her through the glass panels. As he stood there, he began undressing.

He pulled off his shoes. Then he walked farther into the guest room and I lost sight of him.

I decided it was time to walk around the back of the house to get a better view of what was about to happen. The blinds over the guest room window were shut, but light streamed through a four-inch section of missing slat that I'd cut. 

Looking through the break in the slat, I saw Allen sitting on the bed removing his shirt. He'd already taken off his trousers, which he'd laid over the back of a chair. It looked like he was going to get all the way undressed by the time Nancy finished her shower. Sure enough, the shirt ended up over the chair, too. Then he got rid of his socks and undershirt.

Nancy had turned off the overhead light and turned on the lamp on the nightstand on the right side of the bed. The illumination was adequate.

I heard the shower stop running. Allen, wearing only his briefs, sat on the bed waiting for her to come out of the bathroom. His cock, I noticed, now seemed only semi-erect.

I knew this (his semi-erection) wouldn't last long when Nancy, totally naked and toweling off her hair, emerged from the bathroom a minute or so later. Smiling at Allen, she walked over to the bed and sat down next to him. He put his arm around her waist and kissed her, but she pushed him back slightly and asked him, "Do you have protection? I really don't need to get knocked up right now."

She wasn't being entirely truthful. My lovely, rather promiscuous wife has been on birth-control pills for years now. Her insistence on condoms comes from her fear of contracting a venereal disease not her fear of getting pregnant. Allen seemed very clean-cut, but you never know.

"Sorry. I didn't think ahead," he said.

"Well, tonight we can have fun without fucking, I guess," said my wife. I noticed that her voice was a little louder than it needed to be. [She told me later that this was to make sure I could hear.]

Allen stood up and pulled down his briefs. I got a glimpse of his semi-erect cock, not especially large, before he turned his back to me. I had to admit, looking at him from the back, that he was a well-built man. His arms and shoulders, especially, were very well developed.

Nancy, tossing the towel aside and sitting gorgeously naked on the end of the bed, reached up with her right hand and caressed his cock. Tugging at it and giggling like a teenager, she pulled him back down to the bed. They lay briefly side by side before turning their bodies toward each other. 

They clutched one another and kissed for several minutes. As they necked, Allen's right hand went from Nancy's still-wet hair down to her perfectly shaped buttocks. He caressed and squeezed them for quite a while before suddenly pressing his fingers between her ass cheeks. I watched as he rather firmly ran his fingers down the crack of her ass. His fingers stopped near her asshole before moving down another inch to her cunt lips. Then, as she threw her left leg over the side of his body, Allen's fingers went to my wife's cunt.

Peering into the guest room while standing in a flower bed, I already had my cock out of my pants. As I watched Allen running his index and middle fingers back and forth along Nancy's glistening cunt lips, I began stroking my cock, which was already highly excited and very hard. The sound of her groaning with pleasure only added to my excitement.

When Allen suddenly inserted first one then two fingers into Nancy's cunt, she gasped loudly and exclaimed, "Oh, Allen!" I had to stop stroking my cock then because her "Oh, Allen!" almost made me cum. Watching another man giving my beautiful wife sexual pleasure is the grand slam homer of my voyeuristic adventures. But I wanted her pleasure to become even more intense before I had an orgasm.

As Allen continued fingering her, Nancy rolled over on her back, spread her legs, and raised her knees. Knowing that Nancy didn't want him to fuck her, Allen rose to his knees and crawled toward the end of the bed so that his head was between her legs. Sprawled on his belly with his feet dangling off of the bottom of the bed, he placed his arms under her thighs and forced her crotch back against his face. As he began eating her cunt, Nancy squealed with what sounded like a mixture of surprise and pleasure. His head was unfortunately blocking my view, but I could see his jaw working as he tongued and sucked her.

For the next three or four minutes, Nancy lay back with her eyes closed and holding her breasts in her hands. She was groaning with pleasure (a monotonous "Oh, oh, oh"), but occasionally she gasped as he surprised her by doing something different with his mouth and tongue. Once she gasped loudly and raised her head to see what he was doing. That's when I noticed that he'd brought his right arm up under his chest and was finger-fucking her as he licked (I think) her clit.

Finally, after five or six minutes of receiving intense oral stimulation from her new friend, Nancy slid into an orgasm. After thirty seconds or so of build-up, she came (yelling "Oh, fuck, Allen! Oh, fuck!"), tossing her head from side to side and pushing her pelvis up into Allen's face. 

I came then, too, shooting semen all over the flower bed. How fucking sick was it for a husband to jack off while watching his wife getting eaten by another man? I didn't care. It felt wonderful, getting my pleasure while she got hers. I just hoped there was more of this sick pleasure left in tonight's adventure.

As Nancy recovered from her orgasm, Allen crawled up next to her. Lying on his side, with his now hard cock pressed against her left thigh, he caressed her breasts with his left hand. She turned her face to him and said something I couldn't hear. 

Responding to her suggestion, I guess, Allen rolled over on his back. He reached down and gripped his cock in his right hand, as though checking to see if it was fully hard. As he held his cock upright, stroking it slightly, I could see that it was a fairly large one, though not quite as large as mine. 

Nancy rolled herself toward him and kissed him gently. I watched her whisper something to him. Then she sat up and quickly moved her body down his until she knelt to the side of him. Leaning forward, she grasped his cock in her left hand and brought her mouth down to it. Knowing my vantage point and not wanting to obstruct it, she used her right hand to push her hair over to the left side of her head. 

This considerate action of hers gave me a clear view of what she did next, which was to run her hand up and down the shaft of Allen's cock while licking and tweaking the bulbous end of it with her tongue. She kept this up for at least thirty seconds before taking his excited cock into her mouth. At first, she engulfed only the crown of his cock. But she soon began a slow up and down motion with her head that allowed her to take in two and sometimes three inches of his cock.

Allen was loving it, of course. He started making little grunting noises and saying things like "Yes, yes!" and "Keep doing that!" I noticed that he held her left breast in his right hand.

She sucked his cock like this for quite a while, maybe seven or eight minutes. Several times she took his cock out of her mouth long enough to lean down and lick his balls. And several times she glanced sideways at the missing slat in the blinds through which she knew I was watching her. It was as though she were asking me, "How do you like this, Cal?" 

Watching her doing these things to a totally strange man was getting me hard again. And again I began stroking my cock. 

As I did this, I asked myself the usual self-critical questions: What kind of a marriage was this, anyhow? How could I let my beautiful wife act like such a slut? How could I derive such pleasure from watching her behave like this? Would a normal husband do this?

Allen broke in on my self-interrogation by warning Nancy, rather loudly, that he was about to cum. "Oh, fuck, look out!" he shouted. "It's coming now!" Unfazed, she continued sucking his cock even as he raised his butt off the bed (and yelling "Oh, God. Oh, God!") began ejaculating. Right into her mouth.

She finally raised her mouth from his cock and, turning her face toward me, gave me a brief view of another man's semen dribbling down her chin. She then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, stood up, and walked around the bed to the nightstand where we kept a box of Kleenex. Using several tissues, she spit out Allen's semen and wiped her face thoroughly.

Looking down at him, she laughed and said, "That was quite a mouthful, Allen."

"God, it really felt great," he said. "If my ex-wife had done that for me I never would've divorced her."

"Well, it was the least I could do after you made me cum the way you did. My asshole husband never eats me. He probably saves that for his secretary," said Nancy.

She then walked back into the bathroom, and I heard her run water in the basin. I hoped she was washing her mouth out. Allen, meanwhile, lay back down on the bed. He seemed very relaxed and self-satisfied. He should've been. He'd just gotten a first-class blow-job from probably the best looking woman he'd ever been with.

A few minutes later, Nancy came back out of the bathroom. She was still gorgeously naked, of course.

"I have to go upstairs and see what clothes I can borrow from Debbie. I didn't bring much with me because I was going to go shopping. And the little I had is in my bag in my husband's hotel room. I shouldn't have done that. I just wanted him to know I was here and that he was busted."

"Do you want any help?" asked Allen.

"No. I can find my way through her closet. And you'd better get going before Bob gets here. That's Debbie's man. He doesn't know I'm about to divorce my husband, and I don't want him to find you here with me and have to explain it."

"Can I still take you to breakfast in the morning?"

"Sure. That would be nice. Can you come by around 9:00 o'clock?"

This conversation took place between a naked woman standing by the side of a bed (my wife Nancy) and a naked man lying on the bed (Allen). As Nancy turned to leave the guest room, supposedly to go upstairs to her friend's bedroom, Allen leapt up from the bed and grabbed her from behind.

Gripping her breasts firmly, he began kissing her neck. She laughed and said, "Come on, Allen! We don't have time for this now. Get dressed and I'll see you tomorrow morning."

He whispered something in her ear and she laughed again. "Yes, by all means, bring one with you. Now, please let me go."

He released her, giving her a pat on the ass as she walked away from him. He then retrieved his clothes and began getting dressed. Stuffing my cock back in my pants, I walked back around by the kitchen window and called Nancy's cell again. 

She answered with a question: "How did you like it?"

I told her it had been wonderful. If he could've fucked her, it might've been better. But, for what it was, it was very good. Then I asked her what Allen wanted to bring the next morning.

"Can't you guess?" she asked.

Just then I saw Allen, fully dressed, pass through the kitchen on his way to the front door. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs and shouted Nancy's name.

"Hang on a minute," Nancy said over the phone. Then I heard her yell something downstairs. Allen answered something I couldn't hear. Then he went out the front door yelling the words "nine o'clock." The breakfast date was definitely on.

Nancy said, "He'll be gone in a minute. Just come upstairs and we can talk about what happens next."

I rang off and looked around the front corner of the house. Allen was just backing down the driveway and into the street. Then he headed back the way he'd come an hour or so earlier. Now "Debbie's man" would have a place to park his car.

I entered the house through the back door. I stopped by the refrigerator for a can of beer before heading upstairs. The bedroom door was open and through it I saw Nancy, still stark naked, lying on the bed. I walked in and she smiled at me.

"You can kiss me. I washed out my mouth twice, once with Listerine, so there's nothing to worry about."

I quickly stripped out of my clothes and joined her on the bed. "I jacked off while watching you with him, but I should be ready in a little while," I said. 

We lay on top of the bed at first. But it felt a little cold, so we got under the covers and snuggled to get warm. I gripped her ass and pulled her against me as we kissed. Talking about what had just happened in the guest room, Nancy said she hadn't meant to let Allen cum in her mouth. She'd gotten carried away and it was just a spontaneous decision on her part. She'd never let anyone but me do that before and probably wouldn't in the future.

I knew the answer, but I asked her what it was that Allen intended to bring with him to their breakfast date in the morning.

"A condom," she said. "You don't mind if he fucks me, do you?"

"No. But can I watch?"

"Maybe we can work something out. Not the guest room, though. During the day it's too light outside for you to look in without being seen."

Nancy was stroking my cock under the covers as we talked, and I was getting hard thinking about the possibilities in the morning. She ducked under the covers and began sucking my cock. Foolishly competitive, I liked the fact that my cock was bigger than the one she'd blown only an hour-and-a-half ago. 

As she sucked me, I said, "Maybe you two could have an after-breakfast fuck in the living room. I could watch from the storage room. Would you like to fuck him there?"

She took my cock out of her mouth and answered: "Oh, yes. I think I really want him to fuck me. He's got a nice cock." Then she went back to sucking my (even nicer?) cock. After a few minutes I pushed the covers off us and pulled her on top of me.

My beautiful blonde wife then rose to her knees, straddled my hard-on, and began riding me. After a few minutes, she became very excited and very vocal: "Oh, Cal, you feel wonderful! I've been wanting a good fuck all night! Oh, God, I'm going to cum already!"

And cum she did. It was a very loud one, louder than the one she'd had while Allen was eating her cunt. As she quivered and fell forward on me after her orgasm, I felt especially vigorous and manly. Tonight Allen had been the warm-up act; I was the main event. As I ejaculated into my wife I felt, at least momentarily, a pride of ownership. 

This was bullshit, of course. I don't own Nancy. And Allen would probably get another crack at her tomorrow. We'd have to wait and see how that went.



My Wife's Convention Adventure Ch. 02



3. We Plant a Dirty Idea in Allen's Mind

We woke up Saturday morning at about 7:30. Nancy was slightly on edge, knowing that Allen was coming by to take her to breakfast at nine o'clock. He'd promised to bring a condom with him so (he'd been led to expect) she'd allow him have full-on intercourse with him. 

For some reason, though, she didn't seem to be looking forward to fucking him today. She said, in the light of day, non-spontaneous sex-by-appointment didn't seem very appealing.

She made a pot of coffee for us while I went down the street and retrieved our car. I pulled it into our driveway so Allen would think what Nancy and I meant for him to think: that the man living with Nancy's imaginary friend Debbie had come home. 

[The story we'd invented was that Nancy is a wronged wife from Salt Lake City staying at her friend's house. Her friend "Debbie," supposedly out of town until Sunday, lives with a man named "Bob." Bob was out of town, too, when Nancy arrived Saturday night. But sometime last night he came home.]

Over our coffee we finalized our story. I was, of course,"Bob." I'd be there when Allen came by to take Nancy out to breakfast. I might even be able to wheedle an invitation to join them. The main thing Nancy and I had to do was not reveal that we were a couple.

Allen showed up at about 9:10. He was dressed more or less the same way he'd been dressed last night, though he'd changed his shirt and he wasn't wearing a tie. He was wearing the same sports coat.

Nancy invited him in and introduced me as Bob. I shook hands with him and invited him to sit down for a few minutes in the living room. Nancy, looking delectable in a tight pair of jeans and a sweater, sat down with us.

I explained that I'd just arrived this morning from Napa where I was a minor partner in a business. I figured, rightly, that this account was vague and dull enough for him to accept without asking any questions.

"Bob was surprised to find me here," said Nancy, with a little laugh. "When he got here I was in the downstairs shower. He was rummaging around in the kitchen when I got out. I think he got to see me naked."

"Not for the first time, though" I said. "Have you told him what you and Debbie used to do back in Colorado?"

Nancy did a good imitation of a blush and Allen seemed to blush, too. 

"Do you mind if I tell him?" I asked her.

"No. I'm not ashamed of it. It was a good way to make money without working too many hours. It freed us up to study."

I launched into our agreed-upon story: "Nancy and Debbie were at the University of Colorado together. They even roomed together for a while. Anyway, since they were, and still are, total babes, they used to work bachelor parties and other parties that involved them stripping and dancing for a bunch of guys. It was pretty easy money. I was dating Debbie at the time, and I used to go with them as their driver and body guard."

As I said this, in order to seem somewhat credible, I tried to look as physically imposing as I could. I'm a little over six feet tall and weigh maybe 190. But I've gotten a little soft in the past three years.

"I may have to go back to something like that again," said Nancy. "I've decided to divorce my asshole husband and I'm going to need to make some money. It's a good thing, I guess, that he didn't know about my checkered past when we met. But now I don't care what he knows. Maybe I'll become as promiscuous as he is."

Supportive friend that I was, I eagerly agreed to the idea: "You still look great, Nancy. You could easily go back to it."

"We'll see what happens," she said noncommittally. Then, looking at Allen, she asked him, "Should we go now? Bob recommended a restaurant in the neighborhood and I think I can find it." She held a slip of paper in her hand on which I'd written directions to a place we like on Clement Street.

As Nancy and Allen stood up to go, Nancy turned to me and asked me if I'd like to come with them. Allen looked down at the floor. He probably didn't want me trailing along, but I had some privileges as Nancy's old, supposedly non-sexual, friend.

"Sure," I answered. "We can go in my car. Then you won't need driving directions."

As we climbed into our car, Nancy in the front with me and Allen in the back seat, he explained that he had to park his car almost two blocks away. Parking is pretty tight in our neighborhood.

We sat down together at the Clement Street Bar and Grill and were served a very decent breakfast. Nancy sat next to Allen and I sat across from them. As we ate, we chatted a little about Allen's work. As a conversationalist, we discovered, he was pretty boring. So Nancy resumed talking about what a bastard her husband was. She kept repeating how she really wanted to get even with him, even though she knew this was not a psychologically mature thing to do.

I asked Allen if he and his fellow trainers were having a good time at their convention. He said it had been pretty dull, actually. If he hadn't met Nancy, it wouldn't have been any fun at all.

"Aren't there any parties or anything?" I asked him. 

"Well, not many. There's a birthday party for a guy I know tonight at the hotel. I'm not sure I'm going, though." He looked at Nancy as he said this. He was obviously thinking that the two of them might get up to something more exciting than a birthday party.

"Is it going to be a raunchy or a well-mannered party?" asked Nancy.

"Well, you know how a bunch of men are. These things can get a little out of hand."

Laughing, she said, "Like the parties Debbie and I used to work. Mostly there wasn't any trouble, but sometimes guys, especially college guys, got pretty physical with us. And then we'd see them on campus and it could be sort of embarrassing."

I spread the bullshit a little deeper. "I actually had to pull a guy off Debbie once. Some guy had her down on the floor and was about to penetrate her."

"And don't forget, once you were way too slow helping me," added Nancy. "I had a rough couple of weeks worrying about being pregnant or catching some disease. It was that damned basketball player, remember?"

I offered a ridiculously lame defense. "But I only let it happen that once, right?"

She laughed quietly and said, "Well, let's not talk about it now."

I could tell we'd really gotten Allen's attention. So, he must have been realizing, the girl he'd picked up last night was not just an angry wife. She had a sexual history, assuming he believed it, that probably made her unlike any other woman he'd been involved with. No wonder she'd been so easy – well, at least, to a point. Was he beginning to see her in a more strictly sexual light? I hoped so.

The fact that Nancy's real sexual history was even wilder than the one we'd invented for her was our little secret.

We finished breakfast and I drove us back to our house. I wasn't sure what Allen had in mind. Most likely he had a pack of condoms on him somewhere – my guess was in a pocket of his sports coat.

When we entered the house at about 10:45, I ran upstairs and said I needed to take care of something. Nancy and Allen went through the dining room and kitchen and back to the guest room. Walking together, they looked very much a couple. 

In our bedroom upstairs, I sat down and wondered: What exactly were they going to do? All that sexual talk over breakfast might've somehow inflamed Allen and possibly even Nancy. Had I outfoxed myself by getting out of the way so completely? I didn't mind if she fucked Allen; I'd given her my explicit permission. But didn't I get to watch? I knew there was no way to see into the guest room window from outside without being seen.

After sitting in our room for about twenty minutes, my curiosity got the better of me. I took off my shoes, walked quietly downstairs, and tiptoed into the kitchen. The door to the guest room was closed, but I could hear muted voices in there. Then I heard Nancy laugh and Allen's voice raised a little louder.

Then, for several minutes, I didn't hear anything.

What was going on? I tiptoed over to the door and put my ear next to it. If I were caught doing this, there was an easy explanation. After all, this was my (that is "Bob's") house. I had a right to be in my own kitchen no matter what was happening in an adjoining room. So I really didn't need to offer an explanation.

At first, all I could hear through the door were muted voices. Occasionally Nancy raised her voice so I could make out words. Once, for some reason, she said, "Never mind!" Then there were several minutes when I couldn't hear anything. Were they kissing maybe? 

Then, for the first time, I heard the sound of the bed springs. The bed in the guest room is rather old and makes a creaking sound whenever anyone moves on it. The creaks weren't rhythmical, though. At least they weren't fucking. 

Moments later I heard a small noise that I recognized. It was a moan that Nancy makes when she experiences sexual pleasure. This was followed a few seconds later by a louder moan. Allen was doing something to my wife. I wondered. Was he eating her cunt? 

Suddenly, I heard the bed creak more loudly. But for about thirty seconds I couldn't hear anything else. Then, at first quietly then more loudly, I heard the bed creaking rhythmically. Except for the creaking, and once the sound of the headboard banging against the back wall, I heard nothing else for almost a minute. Finally, I thought I heard Nancy gasp. This was followed by words I could barely make out: in a sort of stage whisper, she said, "Oh, Allen! Oh, yes! Oh, yes!"

Damn! Just on the other side of the door this guy was fucking my wife! And she was loving it!

I realized while actual fucking was going on there was no chance of my being detected listening at the door. I took my cock out of my pants. It was already hard and throbbing. As I stroked it, I remembered how good Nancy's cunt had felt on it last night as she rode it. Now another man was having the same, or a similar, experience with it.

I went over to the kitchen counter and got a paper towel. Then I went back to the door. 

Over the next ten minutes, Nancy's groans and gasps got louder, and excited, breathless words came out of her: "Oh, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard like that! Oh, God! Fuck me, Allen!"

I could hear him, too, despite the sound of the bed creaking and my wife's excited utterances. He was making a sort of grunting noise.

When about a minute later my beautiful wife gasped loudly and screamed her orgasm, I ejaculated copiously into the paper towel. I was surprised that I had so much left in me after the big mess I'd made in Nancy's cunt last night.

The noises in the guest room subsided just after Nancy came. Things were quiet for about thirty seconds. Then, placing my ear to the door, I heard her ask him, "So you want that again, just like last night?" He grunted something I couldn't hear. A few seconds later, Nancy stage-whispered, "Yes, that's OK."

That's when I heard a snapping sound. I didn't know what it was until a little later when Nancy told me it was probably the sound of Allen removing his condom. This was just before she sucked his cock as she sat on the end of the bed and he stood in front of her with his hands behind her head.

Still listening at the door, I'd guessed that it was something like this. I couldn't hear the slurping sounds that were probably being made, but I couldn't miss Allen's voice: "Oh, God, that feels so good! Keep doing that. Oh, God."

He sounded religious.

Then there was more grunting until about a minute later when he announced, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming in your mouth now!" As he did this, I heard Nancy say, just once, "Oh, yes!" She told me later he came more around her mouth than inside it. After the first spurt, she'd withdrawn her mouth and let him ejaculate on her lips, nose, and chin.

She didn't actually like semen in her mouth, she told me later, unless it was mine.

Anyway, I knew Nancy's morning session with Allen was over. So I tiptoed out of the kitchen and walked back upstairs. I lay down on our bed and waited to see what would take place next.

About fifteen minutes later (at about noon), I heard a noise downstairs. It was the front door closing. I got up and went to the top of the stairs. Nancy, barefooted but dressed again in her jeans and sweater, was walking up toward me.

When she got to the top of the stairs, I embraced her. 

She returned the embrace then pushed back from me. "Don't try to kiss me, all right? I want to get cleaned up first. I'll tell you everything that happened when I get out of the shower, OK?" 

Pulling off her sweater, she walked past me and into the bathroom. As she passed me I patted her ass, which, in those tight jeans of hers, was a real hand magnet.

I waited patiently in the bedroom for her to finish showering. About fifteen minutes later, she walked into the bedroom totally naked and looking, all five-feet-four-inches of her, like a goddess. I was sitting on the side of the bed. She came over to me and sat on my lap. Throwing her arms around me, she gave me a deep wet kiss.

"I'm sorry we didn't arrange it better so you could watch," she said. "You're not upset with me, are you?" 

"No. Everything is fine," I answered. I didn't feel like telling her yet that I'd heard everything that she and Allen had done.

She kissed me again. Then she continued: "You know, this morning I really didn't think this would happen. Then I remembered that I'd pretty much agreed to have sex with him today. And it seemed to be what he expected. So I thought to myself, 'I'll just get it over with. It's no big deal.' And that's pretty much what happened."

"So you didn't enjoy it?" I asked.

"Well, actually I did. He did a pretty good job of fucking me from behind. But what he really wanted was for me to suck him again the way I did last night. He said his wife and a girl he's been dating never did that for him. He hadn't had his cock sucked in about five years, he said. So I let him take off his condom, and I gave him a blow-job."

"You said he fucked you from behind. You mean dog-style?"

"Yes. It felt really good, but I didn't cum until I began playing with my clit. Allen's cock alone wasn't quite enough. Yours is, you know. When you fuck me that way, I get totally carried away and cum without fingering myself."

I laid her back on the bed and lay down next to her for a while. We kissed and fondled one another some more, and I confessed that I'd overheard what had gone on in the guest room. And I confessed, as well, that I'd masturbated while listening. 

"That's good, darling," she said. "I'm glad you got something out of it. Maybe, since both of us have just had sex, we can just lie here for a little while and rest. Later we can have a nice fuck. Meanwhile, I've got something else to tell you. I need your opinion about it." 

She got up then and put on one of my large sports jerseys to keep warm. When she returned to the bed, I asked her what she needed to tell me.

"When I gave Allen the poor-me-I-need-money-routine he told me he thought I could make some money, though not a lot, if I attended his friend's birthday party tonight. There'll be about ten guys there, he said. If each one tossed in twenty bucks, that would make two-hundred dollars. He said he'd make up the difference himself if they couldn't get this much together."

"What would they expect you to do?" I asked.

"I'm not sure. But I told him to tell the others not to expect a professional stripper. I told him I'm really rusty. So he's agreed to tell them that he knows this girl whose husband ripped her off and needs money. She's never had any experience getting naked in front of men. She'll need to get slightly drunk before she'll do it." 

I didn't say anything for a few seconds, and Nancy asked me, "Does this sound like something that would be fun? Also, does it seem safe to you? I wouldn't do it unless you came along as Bob, my driver. You could keep things safe for me, and I'm sure Allen would help me, too. I think he actually likes me."

Since something like this was something Nancy and I had been angling for with Allen since breakfast, there wasn't much to discuss. The thought of my beautiful blonde wife getting naked in a hotel room with a bunch of randy, probably drunk, men was very appealing to me. And I knew that one of my darling wife's biggest thrills was being the center of sexual attention for a bunch of men.

"I gave Allen my cell phone number," continued Nancy. "He said he'd call me back this afternoon about the birthday party. He has to talk with some other guys and see if it's OK. I told him, since I was so rusty, instead of stripping I'd rather do a lingerie show for the guys. You know, where I model items for them and they get to help me put them on and take them off."

"But you don't have any fancy lingerie, do you?" I asked.

She nuzzled up to me and kissed my ear. "Fancy, schmancy," she said. "I need to buy some more skimpy panties and a bra or two. I'm thinking K-Mart quality not Frederick's of Hollywood. Would you like to take me shopping this afternoon? It might be fun."

I kissed her back. "Let's get dressed and go out for lunch first. Then I'd love to take you shopping. Even if this thing tonight falls through, it'll be fun buying trashy undies for you."

So we went downtown and had lunch at a place we like near Union Square. Then we went to Macy's and Nancy bought some overpriced panties and two bras. She also bought a couple of other items that I didn't pay much attention to. Afterwards, we walked a few blocks down to the Tenderloin where we found a sex shop. There we bought her a pair of crotchless panties.

At about 2:30, as we were getting into our car to drive home, Allen called Nancy's cell. He told her that there were several events at the convention that would take place that afternoon and evening. The birthday party, for a guy named Curtis, wouldn't start until around 10:00 p.m. He said that several guys, clean-cut Christians, didn't want to attend the party if a sexy girl showed up, so only about six men would actually be there. But these six, he assured her, had no scruples about participating in something a little raunchy. 

The plan was for Nancy and me to meet Allen in one of the downstairs bars of the hotel at about 9:30. We'd have a drink before going up to Curtis's room. Nancy was to be a birthday surprise for Curtis, assuming that none of his friends had leaked it. Curtis, according to Allen, would like his surprise a lot. He was married but the sort of guy who was up for anything.

We got home at about 3:30, stripped off our clothing, and went straight to bed. We lay there talking for almost thirty minutes about her routine at tonight's party. She repeated what she told me earlier: that she'd let the guys help her put on and take off her new bras and panties. She'd allow a lot of feeling up and fingering, but she didn't think she'd let anyone fuck her. 

I asked her if she was getting excited about what would probably happen. She hesitated before answering. "I'm not sure what to expect," she said. "If the guys are as good-looking as Allen, it might be fun. And psychologically, well, you know how I am with a group of guys. I'm really a narcissist and there's something in me that craves all that male attention."

I told her I was a little anxious about the birthday party. It didn't sound like I'd be in full control of the situation. But, especially if I could count of Allen's help, I'd make sure that no actual harm would come to her. And, on the plus side, the situation could be enormously horny. I told her that the mere thought of a bunch of guys manhandling her naked body was very exciting to me.

As usual with our sex games, my feelings about this one were deeply ambivalent. I knew that tonight I was bound to experience intense sexual excitement as well as shame and guilt. After all, it's definitely taboo for a husband to wish something like this for his wife. But, I confessed further to Nancy, this shame, this breaking of a taboo, merely added emotional seasoning to the eroticism of the situation.




My Wife's Convention Adventure Ch. 02



"I can tell you're excited by it already," said Nancy, gripping my fully erect cock.

She then ducked under the covers and began sucking it. 

It felt wonderful, and for almost a minute I just lay back and enjoyed it. Feeling devilish, I asked, "Honing your skills for tonight, darling?" 

She took my cock out of her mouth and asked me, "Would you be upset if I sucked some other guys' cocks at the party?"

Then she went back to it. I lifted up the covers so I could watch her mouth working its magic on my cock. As I watched Nancy, images of her sucking other guys' cocks in Reno, Seattle, and Butte, Montana, as well as here at our house in San Francisco (some of these images captured on video for our viewing pleasure), flooded into my brain. 

"I would be very upset if you did that," I finally answered her, continuing our little in-joke. "I'd be so upset that I'd have to punish you with a good hard fucking. I'd have to fuck you dog-style the way Allen did this morning. In fact, I want to do that right now."

Saying this, I pulled her forcefully out from under the covers and positioned her on her knees with her lovely ass in the air. I bent down behind her and licked her cunt and asshole. She squealed with pleasure: "Oh, Cal! What are you doing to me! That's so nasty!"

Bending forward, I kept licking her until my neck began to hurt. Then I climbed up behind her and drove my hard cock all the way into her. I held it there briefly before I began almost violently slamming it in and out of her cunt. Fuck, I thought to myself, what a tight juicy cunt my beautiful blonde wife has! And I loved hearing the slap, slap, slap as I drove my cock deep into her. Other guys might enjoy my wife's cunt now and then, but I can have it anytime I want. 

After about five minutes of fucking Nancy like this, I came. I looked down at her asshole and saw it twitch as I ejaculated into her. I thought of all the other guys who'd enjoyed her this way. The only difference for them was that they had to wear condoms.

I pulled out of her. She sighed and slumped forward on the bed. It occurred to me that I'd been so involved in my own pleasure that I hadn't waited for her to orgasm. 

"You didn't cum, did you?" I asked.

"No. But I don't care. I feel very, very relaxed. Do you think we could take a little nap now? We might be up pretty late tonight."

I kissed her then got up and went to the bathroom to piss. I crawled back into bed with her and we dozed for over an hour. Before dropping off to sleep, I lay thinking more about what was going to happen tonight. I wondered, half-heartedly, if we should call it off. Yes, maybe we should.

4.The Birthday Party

When I woke up, the first thing I saw was Nancy already dressed and rummaging through her Macy's shopping bag. She'd put on a long skirt and a loose pull-over sweater. As I lay watching her, I noticed that she'd put on a bra, too.

"Are you already getting ready for tonight?" I asked.

"Well, it's almost 7:00 o'clock and I thought we might go out for dinner. Meanwhile, I'm just going through these things we bought." She held up the crotchless panties. "These are a bit much, aren't they? I mean I look good enough in those other skimpy panties we bought, don't you think?"

"Those are pretty tacky, I guess. What have you got on under your skirt and top?"

Nancy hiked her skirt and showed me. She was wearing a pair of small white bikini-style panties. "I'm wearing a bra that sort of goes with the panties," she said. Then she added, with a smile, "But, you know, I don't think it'll take those guys long to get me totally naked. So what I start off wearing probably isn't all that important."

I climbed out of bed and quickly got dressed. Nancy, meanwhile, went into the bathroom to do her make-up. An unpleasant thought suddenly popped into my mind: she hadn't cum this afternoon when I fucked her. And she'd cum when Allen had fucked her earlier in the day (even though she'd claimed that she had to finger her clit to achieve this orgasm). I felt suddenly inadequate.

Nancy came back into the bedroom a few minutes later. She looked very beautiful and lady-like in her long skirt and sweater and with her hair up. She walked up to me and embraced me.

"Can I kiss you or would it ruin your lipstick?" As I asked this question, I realized that it had a hard edge, that it sounded sarcastic.

Instead of answering me, Nancy kissed me eagerly. Then she whispered to me, "I love you, Cal. I don't care about my make-up. I can always fix it later. You're my husband. You can kiss me any time you want to."

As I held her in my arms, I said, "When I fucked you a while ago, I had a wonderful orgasm. But you didn't. Is there anything wrong?"

"Nothing in the world, Cal. I don't have to have an orgasm every time. I'm not an orgasm machine that responds to stimuli the same way every time. Sometimes I'm not in the mood for an orgasm, or I'm tired, or I'm thinking of something else than how wonderful your cock feels in me. I love having sex with you even when I don't cum. Do you understand that?"

I said I did, even though there was a lingering self-doubt in my mind.

A little later, we headed downtown to the hotel where the birthday party was to occur. We'd agreed to meet Allen at 9:30 at one of the bars off the lobby. But it was only about 8:30 when we parked our car about three blocks away. So we decided to duck into a little bar in the financial district and have a drink.

Because it was pretty cold, Nancy wore her long coat over her rather conservative outfit. She admitted to being nervous but, at the same time, excited. 

"I'm going over some schtick in my mind now," she said as we nursed our drinks. "I think I'll play up the injured wife bit. I might throw in the idea of having been abandoned. That would explain my sudden need for earning money and having to do something I'd never do otherwise."

We went over the way she should present herself for another thirty minutes. Then we headed over to the hotel bar where Allen was supposed to meet us. He wasn't there at 9:30, though, and we wondered if he'd backed out or hadn't been able to get his friends to go through with the birthday party.

Finally, at about 9:50, he arrived. He was very apologetic and explained that he and several other guys, including the birthday boy Curtis, had been at a nudie bar in North Beach. He'd tried to get them back to the hotel but a couple of them were pretty drunk and insisted on staying at the nudie bar despite Allen's promise that there would be something "far better" at the party.

He'd managed to bring Curtis, who despite all the loose talk in the nudie bar apparently didn't know there'd be a party for him, and two other guys back to the hotel with him. He was sorry that so few guys would be at the party, which would be in Curtis's room.

He asked Nancy if it was OK to do it for so few guys. He said he'd collected $140 of what was owed her and would make up the difference ($60) out of his own pocket.

That's the least you can do, I said to myself, after all the great sex my wife has given you. I watched Nancy pocket the money she'd been given.

Allen went on to explain that the two other guys had gone up to Curtis's room with him. They'd told him there'd be a surprise for him a little later. So we could go up to the room now, if Nancy was ready.

When we got off the elevator at Curtis's floor, Allen preceded us to his room and knocked on the door. A very tall guy with a crew cut opened the door and let us in. He must've been at least 6' 6". He seemed surprised to see a beautiful woman at his door, so he was obviously Curtis.

His friends introduced themselves as Ben and C.J. Ben was about six feet tall and C.J. was a bit shorter, 5'11" maybe. Curtis and his friends, since they were sports trainers, seemed in pretty good shape, though C.J. looked a little thick in the middle. Allen, at 5' 8" or so, was the shrimp of the group.

A partial six-pack of beer was on the desk. C.J. and Ben each had a can in his hand. Ben said something to Allen about there being more beer in the little refrigerator. 

As the guys looked at Nancy and me quizzically, Allen announced to them that Nancy had come to them for a favor. She was a married woman from Salt Lake City whose husband had left her abruptly for another woman. She needed a little money right away and was hoping, in return for the money they'd advanced her, if they would allow her to model underwear for them and, especially, for Curtis since it was his birthday.

Curtis looked a little puzzled. Here was a fully dressed woman, looking beautiful but proper enough to be someone's wife, offering to do something that sounded pretty sexy. She apparently wasn't a stripper. She wasn't like the girls he and his friends had been ogling less than an hour earlier. But C.J., Ben, and Allen just smiled and enthusiastically gave their approval. I stood with my arms folded trying to look as physically impressive as I could. 

Allen introduced me as Nancy's driver. He explained that I'd agreed to "take care of her." The guys looked at me a little dubiously. I didn't look much like a body-guard to them, I guess.

But, as Nancy laid her coat on the king-size bed, I stepped up to my role. "Tonight, gentlemen, you can have some fun with Nancy, our underwear model. There's only one rule. If Nancy tells you to stop doing something, you're to stop doing it."

I then smiled at the guys and backed away to watch what would happen. Curtis and his friends, standing around Nancy, watched her toss her coat on the pillows of the king-size bed. Then, kicking off her high-heeled shoes, she placed her Macy's bag on the bed and sat down next to it.

Looking at Curtis, she asked, in her sweetest voice, "I need to try on bras now. Could you help me off with my sweater?"

In a rather drunken voice, Curtis said, "Hell, yeah! I'm glad to help." He bent over her then and, gripping her pull-over with both hands near her waist, quickly pulled it up and over her head. She assisted him by raising her arms over her head. Then he stood holding her sweater in his hands and grinning around the room foolishly.

Nancy, looking very beautiful as she sat on the side of the bed in her white bra and long skirt, said, "As you can see, my breasts aren't very big. I'm sure the girls you were looking at tonight had bigger ones, right?"

C.J. answered her. "Some of 'em had smaller ones like yours. I like 'em all sizes, myself. Yours look just fine to me." He had some sort of Southern accent. Texas, maybe.

"Would you like me to try on other bras now?" she asked.

C.J. and Curtis answered that they sure would.

"First, can you help me out of this one?" asked Nancy. She stood up and walked over to Curtis, who stood gawking stupidly at her and holding her sweater. She took the sweater out of his hands and threw it on the bed with her coat.

"I like this bra," she said quietly to Curtis as she put her right arm around his waist. "I like the way my breasts fit in the cups. Can you feel how snug the fit is?"

He looked around at this friends as though uncertain what to do. Then Nancy added, "You can touch me if you like."

Ben said, "Come on, Curtis! She wants you reach in her bra and feel how well the bra fits. If you don't do it, I sure will." Ben started moving toward Nancy as though he couldn't wait to get his hands on her.

Curtis suddenly thrust his right hand down into my wife's left bra cup. He immediately began caressing her breast. We all watched his knuckles working under the bra.

"So, is that a good tight fit?" asked Nancy, a little breathlessly.

"Damn. It sure feels good," said Curtis. He then removed his hand from her bra cup, moved behind her, and reached down and inside her bra cups with both hands. Standing behind her and reaching down, he seemed like a giant. Nancy leaned back against him and closed her eyes as he held a breast in each hand and caressed it.

"I think she really likes that, Curtis," said Ben. 

"Yes, it does feel good," she said softly. "Would you like to have me model another bra? This one unfastens in the back. Would you undo it, please?"

Curtis seemed reluctant to remove his hands from my wife's breasts. Finally, after another thirty seconds or so of manipulating her breasts, he removed his hands from them. He then stepped back slightly and tried to unhook her bra. Leaning forward to deal with the mechanism, he lurched suddenly to the side and nearly fell down. 

C.J. and Ben laughed. "Curtis, you're drunk. Just sit down and we'll deal with that, OK?" Looking foolish, Curtis opened another can of beer and sat down in one of the chairs.

Ben walked over to Nancy, gripped her shoulders, and rather roughly turned her so her back was to him. Then he deftly unhooked the bra. Nancy held it loosely against her breasts and walked over to the bed where she let the bra drop to the floor. Now topless, she reached into the bag on the bed and pulled out one of the new bras she'd bought at Macy's.

Walking back to Ben, she said, "Maybe you can help me put this one on." She handed it to him and turned her back to him. 

He held it up and looked at it critically. "This one is really small, isn't it? It looks half the size of the other one."

Using her teacher's voice, Nancy explained: "It's the same size. But it's a demi-bra. That means just the bottoms of the breasts are covered."

Holding the bra in his teeth, Ben reached over her shoulders and seized a breast in each hand. He caressed her breasts for several seconds before giving each light pink, erect nipple a little pinch.

"Oh, not too hard, please," said Nancy. "You guys are always too rough with nipples. Besides, I want you to put the bra on me and not just fool around."

Allen stepped forward then, pulled Nancy away from Ben, and jerked the bra out of his mouth. "Come on, Ben. Let her do her thing," he said. Then, very efficiently, he pulled the straps over her arms and hooked the bra in the back. Smiling, Nancy turned around to face him. She looked very sexy in the bra, which showed most of her breasts while barely covering her nipples.

Nancy walked over to C.J. then and asked him, "How do you like this one?" 

Since the touching-is-OK rule had been established, C.J. immediately reached forward and began gently manipulating my wife's breasts through her demi-bra. 

"I like it a lot," he said. "Your tits feel real nice in there." But he wasn't content merely to feel her breasts through the bra, for he almost immediately tugged the front of it down to fully expose her nipples.

"Those look real pretty," he said. Then, quickly asking permission of a sort ("Can I?") he placed his right arm behind her back and pulled her toward him. He quickly leaned down and took Nancy's right nipple in his mouth. He was soon sucking it eagerly as Curtis and Ben hooted their approval.

"Oh, God," I heard Nancy say (despite the noise Curtis and Ben were making). "That feels very good when you do it gently like that."

"Now suck the other one!" yelled Curtis, who'd stood up to watch what C.J. was doing to my wife. 

C.J. did Curtis asked. As his friends (all but Allen, who stood watching stoically) continued hooting at him, C.J. leaned forward and took turns sucking one then the other nipple. Then he abruptly picked Nancy up in his arms and laid her down on her back in the middle of the king-sized bed. 

Plopping himself down next to her, he again pulled down the cups of her demi-bra and resumed sucking her nipples. Nancy lay with her arms out to her sides and her knees drawn up. Allen, Curtis, and Ben watched C.J. making Nancy's beautiful light-pink nipples even more erect and wet from his saliva. 

Her long skirt still covered her legs, but walking over to the bottom of the bed I noticed that her legs were spread far enough apart that I could easily make out the white strip of her panties covering her crotch. 

Curtis lurched over next to me and saw the same thing I did. "I can't wait till we get her out of those panties. Is she going to let us help her with those, too?"

My mouth was very dry as I answered him: "I think so. I didn't discuss it with her, though."

Nancy, meanwhile, was really enjoying having her nipples sucked. She now lay with her right hand behind C.J.'s head as he moved his mouth back and forth between her breasts. She was repeating, very softly, "Oh, yes. Oh, yes." Watching this was giving me a terrific hard-on. Looking more closely at C.J. as he lay on the bed, I saw he was getting one, too.

Finally, after several minutes of this, Allen asked if there were any more bras to model. Nancy gently pushed C.J. away from her breasts and tucked them back into her demi-bra. She then sat up and opened her bag.

"Yes, there's one more," she answered. "Who would like to help me with it?"

Curtis stumbled over to the bed and exclaimed, "Let me!" C.J., holding a hand over his crotch to conceal his erection, rolled off the bed to give his friend a chance at my wife.

Nancy pulled another demi-bra, a lacy one this time, out of the bag and handed it to Curtis. Then she stood up next to the bed and turned her back to him. He stuffed the demi-bra he'd just been handed into a pants pocket and clumsily unhooked and pulled off the first demi-bra.

He then reached around Nancy and grabbed her breasts. He fondled them, fairly gently, for a few seconds before taking the demi-bra out of his pocket. He then reached back around her and tried to put it on her. He was too drunk to figure out how to do it, I suppose, because Nancy finally had to do it. She turned around and playfully bumped her breasts up against Curtis. Laughing, he reached down into her bra cups and resumed fondling her.

Then he decided to imitate his friend C.J. by picking her up and laying her on the bed. Lying down beside her, he pushed down her bra cups and began sucking her nipples as his friend had done. At times, he was able to take almost an entire breast into his mouth. Nancy, meanwhile, lay on her back with her knees up. This time, she'd let her skirt fall down to her waist. Her pale slender thighs were now fully on display, and even better, her white bikini panties were visible to us all.

It was certainly exciting for me to watch another man, even a drunken schluck like Curtis, suck my wife's breasts. But it was the whole situation that was most erotic to me. To see my nearly fully naked wife the center of five men's rapt attention, to watch them taking turns manhandling her, was making my cock harder and harder. I soon gave up trying to disguise it. I'd no idea what sex-performer-and-driver etiquette was. Was he supposed to get aroused by the girl he was escorting?

As I watched Curtis on the bed with Nancy, as we all watched, he suddenly stopped sucking her breasts and brought his right hand down to her crotch. He pressed his fingers hard against her cunt through her panties. 

She tried to clamp her legs shut. But he kept his fingers where they were and began rubbing them up and down her cunt.

"Not now!" she exclaimed after allowing ten seconds or so to pass. "I don't want you to do that!"

Slowly, he withdrew his hand from between her legs. He looked at her petulantly, like a big spoiled child.

Nancy tucked her breasts back into her demi-bra and rolled off the bed. Curtis made a half-hearted effort to prevent her leaving him, but she was soon standing at the side of bed looking down at him.

Nancy, her skirt now hanging decently down to her ankles, spoke to Curtis sternly: "I'm not quite ready to model my new panties. When I am, you can help me. Just be a little patient. First, I have to go to the bathroom."

She then walked into the bathroom and closed the door. We all stood around looking at one another. Everyone but Curtis looked a little embarrassed. He still lay on his side on the bed.




My Wife's Convention Adventure Ch. 02



Like me, he was making no effort to hide the erection in his trousers. It looked like a very big one and he was no doubt proud of it. He seemed to be that sort of guy.

Someone handed me a cold beer. My mouth had become quite dry. The beer really tasted good.



My Wife's Convention Adventure Ch. 03



5.The Party Continues

Nancy emerged from the bathroom about five minutes later. She was still wearing her long skirt but had removed her demi-bra. She looked more beautiful than ever because she'd also removed the beret from her hair and let it fall down to her shoulders. Her high, pink-nippled breasts leading the way, she walked straight over to Allen and embraced him. 

"Did Allen tell you guys that we have a special relationship?" she asked no one in particular. "He was kind enough to comfort me when my S.O.B. of a husband deserted me."

Allen grinned self-consciously at his friends. 

Holding her hands over her naked breasts in an unconvincing show of modesty, Nancy asked Allen, "Could you help me again by taking off my skirt?" 

He hesitated a few seconds then put his fingers under the elastic waist band of her skirt and pulled it down. It fell to the floor and gathered around her feet. Nancy, now wearing only a very tight pair of white bikini panties, freed her feet from the skirt. She then knelt down and picked up the skirt, which she draped over the nightstand next to the bed.

Next she turned to us, all five of us, and asked us how we liked her panties. As "Bob the driver," I decided not to voice an opinion. But the others did. Curtis said he'd like to get a closer look at them. Ben and C.J. said something similar. But none made a move toward her. They just stood staring at her virtually naked body.

Finally, Ben suggested something. "A good way to give our birthday boy a really close look at your panties would be for you to sit on his face. The girls at a club back home do that for their customers."

Allen and C.J. laughed. 

"But how's that done?" asked Curtis. I think he was playing dumb.

Ben pushed him over to the bed and told him to lie down on his back with his feet toward the headboard. Then, turning to Nancy, he asked her, "Would you do that for him? I mean, sit on his face?"

"Yeah," said C.J. "That'd be a great birthday present."

She looked at me fleetingly as though seeking permission. I couldn't remember her ever sitting on a guy's face before, at least not while wearing panties. I remained deadpan, so she said to C.J., "OK. But you need to show me what you want me to do."

C.J. took Nancy by the hand and led her to the foot of the bed. Curtis's grinning face looked up at them from near the end of the bed. C.J. told her to climb on the bed and straddle Curtis's upper body. As she did this, he couldn't resist reaching forward and patting that perfect little ass of hers.

Nancy was soon astraddle Curtis's chest with her butt aimed toward the rest of us watching near the foot of the bed. Since his upper body was quite well developed and wide, she had to spread her knees pretty far apart. This meant that her pantied crotch was only about six inches above his face.

"Can you smell that pussy yet?" asked Ben. The others laughed.

Curtis sniffed her crotch loudly and said it smelled wonderful. The guys all laughed again, and Ben said Curtis was a lucky son-of-a-bitch. Allen smiled but didn't say anything. I wondered how happy he was about watching his sexual conquest being enjoyed by his friends.

Slowly, Nancy brought her crotch down so that it was only an inch or so above Curtis's face. She held it there for almost ten seconds before Curtis reached up with both hands, grabbed her by the waist, and pulled her crotch straight down to his mouth.

As soon as this happened Ben and C.J. hooted and made obscene remarks (Allen was watching intently but remained silent). Under the noise I barely heard Nancy making several little "oh" sounds. At first, my viewing angle wasn't very good. So I moved over behind Ben and C.J., who, only three or four feet away from the foot of the bed, were leaning forward like home-plate umpires watching what was going on with Curtis's mouth and my wife's crotch. I looked over their shoulders and was treated to a wonderful sight.

Through her panties, Curtis's mouth was working fiercely against Nancy's cunt. His nose was buried between her ass cheeks. If she hadn't been wearing panties, his nose would've been poking right into her asshole. Nancy kept repeating, "Oh, oh, oh" as he sucked and licked her cunt through the now soaking-wet crotch panel.

Nancy, who'd been leaning forward on her arms as Curtis ate her through her panties, reached down with her right hand and began doing something to his cock through his loose trousers. I moved slightly to Ben's right to see what she was doing, but at first I couldn't make it out clearly.

I then stepped quickly to the side of the bed to get a better view. From there I could see that Nancy, her head held high, her eyes clamped shut, and her beautiful breasts bobbing slightly, was rubbing Curtis's hard cock through his pants. It also appeared that she was pressing her cunt down against his mouth as he continued eating her.

They kept up this mutual genital play for at least five minutes, accompanied all the while by the obscene statements of Curtis's friends. ("Look at how wet her panties are!" shouted C.J. "Pull them aside so you can get a better taste of her," suggested Ben.)

Curtis, meanwhile, was groaning his appreciation for what my wife was doing to his cock. But she was becoming quite aroused, too. Despite the rowdy noises coming from his friends, I could hear her saying, in her softest voice, "Oh, Curtis! Oh, yes, eat me just like that! Oh, yes! Oh, yes!"

This went on for another three or four minutes before Curtis removed his mouth from Nancy's crotch and rolled out from under her. He rolled Nancy over on her back with her head near the headboard. She lay there for a few seconds holding her naked breasts in her hands. Then she raised her knees. Curtis, curled up on the bed next to her, pulled her legs apart to give his friends a good look between her legs.

"That's a really wet pussy," said Ben. "I wonder how much of that is Curtis's spit and how much of that comes from her."

I stood slightly behind the guys and looked down at Nancy's cunt. Her panties weren't fully transparent, but they clung to her so tightly that I could clearly make out her pubic hair and the vertical ridges of her cunt lips beneath the wet fabric of her crotch panel. 

Knowing that guys she'd just met were sharing this sight with me was making my hard cock throb. She was my wife, but strange men were getting to see what only I should be able to see. It was outrageous and shameful. But I loved it. What I really wanted was for these complete strangers to see and feel and smell and taste her even more. I wanted them to fully enjoy her body. I wanted them to make her cum right in front of my eyes.

C.J. suggested that Nancy try on another pair of panties since these were "soaked." Nancy looked down at her crotch as though confirming what C.J. had said before saying to Curtis, "They're in my Macy's bag there by the bed. Could you choose a pair for me?" 

He started to crawl over her body to get to the bag. I decided to help him by picking it up and handing it to him on the bed. He went through the bag and tossed the items on the bed. These included a blouse, two pairs of pantyhose, another bra, and two pairs of panties. He was especially interested in the pair of purple crotchless panties we'd bought at a sex shop. Grinning, he held them up for his friends and stuck his hand through the open crotch to demonstrate their obscene cut.

"Oh, yeah!" shouted Ben.

Tossing the other things back into the bag, he handed the crotchless panties to Nancy and asked her to try them on.

Sitting up on the bed, she took them from his hands and examined them warily. "I bought these as a sort of joke," she said. "I didn't think I'd ever actually wear them. Are you sure you'd like to see me in them?"

All four guys (including Allen this time) shouted emphatically, "Yes!"

So she rolled off the side of the bed and quickly stepped out of her white bikini panties. Then, gorgeously naked, she stood there for almost thirty seconds turning the crotchless panties this way and that in her hands as though trying to figure out how they went on. As she stood facing us, I noticed (and I'm sure the others did, too) that her reddish–blonde pubic hair was still wet from the through-the-panties cunnilingus she'd just received from Curtis. This made her hair look darker than it really was. 

Finally she seemed to figure them out, though the time she took doing this was pretty inexcusable. After stepping into them and pulling them up, she looked at the guys watching her and said, "Wow. They sure don't cover much." 

She was right. Her cunt hair, beginning to dry out now, was fully exposed. And when she turned around to model the panties, most of her pretty ass showed. "I guess, if I keep my legs together, they're not too bad," she said.

Of course, that wasn't going to happen. Curtis rolled off the bed, his erection still very much in evidence, and stood behind her. Towering over her, he reached down, took her breasts in his large hands, and began caressing them. Nancy placed her hands over his and asked him, "What would you like me to do now?" 

"Let's pose her on the bed and see how she looks in those panties," suggested Ben. "I'll bet she looks fine." 

Curtis said, "Sounds good," and picked her up in his arms. Because of their difference in size, she looked almost like a child as he held her. He decided to show her off for the next few minutes. He carried her around the room holding her high to make sure each guy got a close look at her. As he held her up for C.J. to examine, C.J. reached forward and squeezed one of her breasts. Ben reached under her and patted her mostly exposed ass. Even Allen, when it was his turn, reached out and tweaked one of her nipples. 

Then Curtis carried her back to the bed and laid her down on it with her head near the headboard. 

"Spread her legs for us," said Ben. "Let's see just how crotchless those panties are."

Curtis bent over the bed and pulled my wife's slender thighs apart. This put her cunt immediately on display to all of us, and my cock, so used to feeling its tightness, warmth, and moisture, pulsed with excitement. Nancy's cunt lips were slightly parted and quite wet. But her cunt hair was dry now. Looking down at her wispy reddish-blonde patch of hair, I recalled how it tickled my nose each time I ate her.

"That's a pretty little twat!" exclaimed Ben. "Can you open it a little bit wider for us?"

It wasn't clear to me whom Ben was asking to spread my wife's cunt. Curtis obviously assumed it was he. So, climbing on to the end of the bed, he reached forward with both hands and slowly spread Nancy's cunt lips open. The guys (and I) stepped closer to the end of the bed to look.

Nancy was leaning back on her elbows and craning her neck forward to look down at what Curtis was doing to her. He'd opened her cunt so that it formed a sort of oval with the clitoral shaft and clitoris prominent near the top. Then, as she flopped backwards on the bed and closed her eyes, he started playing with my wife's cunt, opening and closing it and teasing her clit with his right index finger.

Nancy, lying back and holding her breasts in her hands, began whimpering and making little "ohhh" sounds. Seeing the effect he was having on her, Curtis wet his right index finger in his mouth and held it up to his friends. 

"Should I?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah!" yelled Ben. "Damn! If you don't, I will!"

Leaning on his elbow near her feet, Curtis slowly worked his index finger into Nancy's cunt. My cock throbbing, I watched as he moved it around inside her. Nancy gasped and, keeping her eyes shut, rolled her head to one side. Then, as he continued fingering her, she began tossing her head from side to side more rapidly and making a little whimpering sound.

And I noticed that she'd begun thrusting her cunt upwards. 

C.J. saw this, too, and commented: "Hey, Curtis. She's fucking your finger. Can you see that she's fucking you finger? Holy shit!"

Ben leaned in to get a closer view of what Curtis was doing to Nancy's cunt. "That's fucking hot!" he said.

After a minute or so of slowly sliding his index finger in and out of Nancy's cunt, Curtis inserted his middle finger, too. He then increased the pace of finger-fucking her. Her whimpering almost immediately changed to louder moans of pleasure. I wondered if she was already on the verge of orgasm. Standing slightly behind the other guys, I touched my hard cock through my pants. I knew it wouldn't take much more of this to make me shoot in my pants. 

After enduring almost a full minute of vigorous finger-fucking (though "enduring" isn't quite the right word since she was thrusting her pelvis up against Curtis's hand almost the whole time), Nancy reached down and pulled his fingers out of her cunt. She sat up then and said, a little shakily, "Oh, God, Curtis. That feels so good. But I don't want you to make me cum yet. Would you let me model my panties from a different angle now? Would you like to show your friends how they look from the back?"

Curtis sat on the bed looking like a giant simpleton. 

"I'll show you what I mean," said Nancy, patting him on the arm. She then rolled over on her knees and aimed her lovely ass aimed straight at Ben, C.J., Allen, and me. Curtis, sitting to the side of her, moved down to the foot of the bed to get a closer, if slightly off-center, view of her rear end.

Her glistening cunt and tight asshole fully visible in the crotchless panties, Nancy looked over her shoulder at Curtis and said, "I can't believe I'm doing this. I wish my husband could be here to see what his little housewife is doing in a roomful of men. I'd love to see his face." As she said this, she glanced back past Curtis to the rest of us. When she located me with her eyes, she favored me with an almost imperceptible smile. I don't think anyone else caught it. I sure did, though.

You're not Bob the Driver or Bob the Pimp, I said to myself. You're her fucking husband! How can you let this go on? [Answer: Because I love it!]

We all stood watching Nancy's obscene crotch display for a few seconds. Then C.J. made a request: "Can you bring that gorgeous booty this way a little more, darlin'?"

She didn't change her position. I don't think she knew what he meant for her to do. So C.J. climbed quickly on the bed, grabbed her around the waist, and repositioned her so that her feet were hanging over the end of the bed and her knees, which he spread a little wider, were planted near the edge. He then shoved her upper body down flat against the bed. Her asshole and cunt were even more gloriously on display.

Then, grinning at his friends, he said, "Fact is, guys, those panties don't cover anything. Just look at that! That sweet pussy and that little rosebud, I'd love me some of that. Too bad it's not my birthday!"

Before turning her over again to Curtis, C.J. reached down between my wife's legs and quickly inserted his index finger into her cunt. Pulling it out, he licked his finger and grinned. He then returned to his place at the foot of the bed next to us.

"That's excellent pussy," he announced with conviction.

Curtis decided to climb off the bed and stand just behind Nancy's ass. He momentarily blocked my view of Nancy. Moving a few feet to the side for a better angle, I watched him place his hands around her waist and sort of lean into her. Then, for comic effect I suppose, he started dry-humping her. It appeared that he had an erection, but of course it wasn't much use to him bound up in his pants.

Ben pointed this out to Curtis. "Stop fooling around, Curt, and get down to it. If you don't want to do it for real, we do."

C.J. offered an excuse for Curtis: "He's married, you know. Maybe he doesn't want his wife to smell pussy on him when he gets home."

"Too late for that," answered Ben, laughing. "You've already got pussy all over your hands and mouth. She's going to know, Curtis."

Nancy broke away from Curtis and rolled over on her side. Looking up at Curtis, she said, "Look, I don't want to get you in trouble with your wife. Besides, I'm still officially married and I'm not going to fuck anybody unless it's with a condom. And I doubt that any of you has one with you."

I had to laugh at her illogic. What did being "officially married" have to do with only fucking someone wearing a condom? But, of course, nobody felt like taking apart her argument. She'd brought up the possibility of fucking these guys. That was what really counted.

I had mixed feelings about C.J. calling her bluff about condoms. "Well, darlin', it so happens I've got a pack of condoms in my bag down in my room. Can you wait a few minutes till I get them?"

Damn! Was he going to bring condoms back to Curtis's room so that all the guys could take advantage of my wife's offer? I was both excited and frightened by the possibility.

Nancy revised her offer: "Look, even with a condom I'm only willing to have intercourse with one guy. I don't feel like being in a, you know, what do they call it?"

"Gang-bang?" suggested Ben. "What if we throw in more money?"

Nancy, sitting with her legs curled under her on the bed, frowned as she answered: "I'm doing this tonight for a little money. But the fact is, I don't really care about the money. I'm getting even with my husband. And I think he only screwed one woman. So that's why I say one guy only."

C.J. moved swiftly to the door and, on his way out of the room, said, "We'll decide who gets lucky when I get back. Be sure to let me in when I knock."

Nancy turned to Curtis and said, "Well, it's your birthday. If anyone gets me, it should probably be you. And your wife doesn't need to find out."

Curtis, now sitting on the end of the bed, hesitated for a few seconds before answering: "I'd really like that, but with all these guys watching? I'm not sure I'd like that. Could we do it with them out of the room?"

Ben, opening another beer, said, "Hell, no, Curtis. We paid for a little sex show. We want to be part of it or at least watch."

I decided then to assert myself as Bob the Driver. "Nancy," I asked, "are you sure you're willing to fuck one of these guys? And do you care if the others are in the room?"

Still sitting somewhat demurely on the bed, Nancy answered in an almost shy voice: "I think I want to go through with it. I did promise I'd do it with one guy. And, you know, I think I owe it to myself to get even with my husband."

"But do you think you'd actually like it?" asked Ben.

Blushing, Nancy said, "Well, as you probably noticed, I like sex a lot. I almost had an orgasm sitting on Curtis's face. I've had to settle for having sex with my husband for the last three years. I'd like it just as well, maybe more, with another guy." Ben was about to ask her something else when she added, "Especially with a guy I have no real feelings for."

Just then there was a rap on the door. Allen opened it for C.J., who came in holding up a small packet of condoms. Apparently eager to move things along, he said, "OK, who gets to fuck this beautiful blonde chick? Let's decide this now." 

Curtis, looking a little embarrassed, said, "Thanks for thinking about me, guys. But I don't think I want to go all the way with her tonight. I guess I'll pass."

C.J. turned to Allen then. "You've already fucked her, right?"

Allen said he had and that it had been wonderful.

"Well," said C.J., "then maybe you should let someone else have a turn."

Allen said he wouldn't mind. He said he'd been taught since childhood to share. Ben and C.J. laughed at the little joke. So did Nancy, though her laugh seemed a little forced. 

Here were four guys negotiating, right in front of me, for the privilege of having sex with my wife. A kind of sick feeling came over me. I actually thought of dragging her out of the hotel room and driving her home before a winner was chosen. But she had consented to the arrangement, whatever it would end up being.




My Wife's Convention Adventure Ch. 03



Ben said to C.J., "If Curtis doesn't want any and Allen is willing to share, it looks like it's down to you and me. My wife knows I mess around, and, besides, I don't give a shit if she finds out. We're on the rocks already." Then, turning to C.J., he said, " I forgot whether you said you're married or not."

C.J. said, "Nope, I'm not. I'm engaged to a nice girl back home, but what she doesn't know won't hurt her."

"Are either of you guys shy about doing it in front of the rest of us?" asked Allen.

C.J. answered emphatically. "Fuck, no. You guys can watch me do this little gal all you want. You might even learn a thing or two."

While this conversation was going on, Nancy (still on the bed) was arching her back and removing her crotchless panties. "These damned things," I heard her mutter. Then she lay back stark naked looking up at us and holding her breasts in her hands. For the time being, she pressed her legs together. She seemed interested in the conversation but indifferent as to its outcome.

Ben said, "OK, since you want it so much, I'll back off."

"Well, all right!" shouted C.J. "While I get naked, you guys can play with her a little bit. I'm sure she'd like that. You can get her good and ready for me."

Curtis crawled over to Nancy and kissed her. She returned his kiss pretty enthusiastically. He was a huge guy but not bad looking guy. There was no reason for her not to be somewhat attracted to him.

He then began caressing her breasts and was soon joined on the bed by Ben, who knelt over her lower body and spread her thighs apart. Then he crawled between her legs and reached under her with both hands to raise her pelvis several inches off the bed. He knelt down between her legs and immediately began eating her cunt. He did this very aggressively and the slurping sound was surprisingly loud. As Ben performed cunnilingus on my wife, Curtis reached down with his left hand and completely covered her pubic hair. I noticed that his middle finger was in contact with her clitoris and that he was gently teasing it. 

After only thirty seconds or so of being stimulated by Ben and Curtis, Nancy began moaning with pleasure. Between moans, she was gasping and saying things like "Oh, yes. God, that feels good. Oh, yes!" Watching this, I could feel my cock once more on the verge of erupting in my pants. Allen, standing right next to the bed looking down at what his friends were doing to the beautiful blonde he'd fucked just that morning, had a hard-on in his pants, too.

After maybe three minutes of being pleasured orally and manually, and just as a C.J., now totally naked, was climbing on to the bed, Nancy surprised us all with a very loud orgasm. "Oh, fuck, you guys. You're making me cum!" she shouted. Seconds later, she groaned loudly, gasped a second time, and shouted "Oh, God!" Ben lifted his face up from her crotch to join the rest of us watching Nancy's body spasm and shake for a good ten seconds.

She lay there on her back for about thirty seconds before C.J., who had paused to put a condom on, pushed Ben and Curtis aside and knee-walked between Nancy's legs. He had an average-length but surprisingly thick cock. He immediately lifted her legs in the air, gripping a leg in each hand, and lifted her lower body off the bed slightly. Then he entered her.

She whimpered slightly and said, "Wait a second, will you? Let me get used to you."

But he kept his cock buried in her. Watching from the end of the bed, I saw that he'd begun sliding it slowly in and out of her. This wasn't exactly waiting, I realized, but at least he wasn't yet fucking her hard. Standing slightly behind Ben, Curtis, and Allen, I leaned forward and looked between C.J.'s legs to get a better view of his cock completely filling and stretching my wife's cunt, which, fortunately, was very wet from Ben having just eaten it.

This closer view of a thick cock buried all the way in my darling wife was too much for me. I barely touched the front of my pants and, to my great disappointment, I ejaculated. Warm semen immediately filled the front of my briefs. This hadn't happened to me since high school, when I'd gotten too excited while necking with girls.

Feeling a little disgusted with myself, I watched C.J. increase the rate of his thrusting. Ben and Curtis formed a sort of cheering section, saying things like, "Way to go, C.J. Fuck her hard! Damn, that looks like a tight pussy!"

Because of the noise the guys were making, I could barely hear Nancy's little moans at first. But, over the next two or three minutes, as C.J. fucked her harder and harder, her moans became gradually louder. After a few more minutes of hard missionary-position fucking, Nancy began saying things like "Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Fuck me like that!"

As he slammed in and out of my wife's cunt, C.J. suddenly began breathing hard. Maybe he was more out of shape than I'd first thought. I sure didn't want him dying of a heart attack. It would be hard to explain. Finally, after maybe five minutes of pretty hard fucking, he stopped thrusting, released her legs so that her feet fell to the bed, and just rested his cock inside her. Out of breath, he managed to ask, "Does that feel good? Is it as good as when your husband fucks you?"

Her voice was barely audible. "Yes, it's very good. Way better than his. Don't stop, though."

"Let's roll you over so I can do it from the back, OK?" he asked, still breathing hard. He pulled his cock out of her and rested on his knees. I was pretty sure he was just looking for an excuse to catch his breath. Anyway, Nancy rolled over and prepared herself to be fucked from behind.

The semen in my briefs, meanwhile, was really bothering me. It was getting clammy and, despite my pants being dark brown, I was almost certain that an embarrassing wet spot would show. So I quickly ducked into the bathroom. The first thing I did, though, was to take a piss and crap. Then I removed my pants and briefs and toweled off around my penis, between my legs, and even up to my belly. Next I dried off my pants and stuffed the wet briefs into a pocket. All the time I was doing these things, I could hear hooting in the room and once I heard Ben (I think) shout, "Fucking hot!"

When I re-entered the room, I was treated to the sight of my wife being fucked dog-style by C.J. while quiet Allen, standing with his trousers gathered at his knees, was apparently getting a blow-job. Allen and C.J. had angled Nancy's body (she was still on her hands and knees) so that her ass was toward the bottom left of the bed and her head near the upper right side of the bed. Allen's back was to me when I first came out of the bathroom, so at first I couldn't see exactly what Nancy was doing to his cock. 

So I walked around the bed to stand next to Ben and Curtis. From this angle I could see everything. C.J., clearly having gotten a second wind, was on his knees driving his cock in and out of Nancy from behind. Even with all the raucous talk going on, I could clearly hear a loud slap-slap sound as his plunged into her again and again.

Allen, meanwhile, had his left hand behind my wife's neck and was sliding his cock in and out of her mouth. Her head wasn't moving as he fed her his cock. In fact, she seemed entirely passive as the two guys had sex with her from either end. 

"Hey, Bob," said Ben to me. "I hope it's OK if she gives Allen a blow-job. She seemed all right with it, and he's not fucking her like C.J. is."

For almost two seconds, being called "Bob" didn't register with me. I just looked at Ben stupidly. Then I managed to answer: "Sure, if she's OK with it." Saying this, I walked back up the right side of the bed to get a better view of what Allen was doing and to make sure that Nancy was really all right with what was going on.

C.J.'s strong thrusts into her from behind were now causing her upper body to move slightly. And her breasts, hanging down, were jiggling and bouncing with each thrust. But Allen was managing, with his left hand, to keep her head still enough that he could mouth-fuck her without fear of having his cock harmed by her teeth. 

I couldn't tell, at first, if she was actually enjoying it, though. She had her eyes closed and was grimacing slightly.

After a few more minutes of being fucked simultaneously from the back and in the mouth, however, Nancy began mumbling and moaning. In the next two or three minutes this moaning became gradually louder and it was clear to me that she was enjoying being used by two guys at once while other guys watched. 

But just as she was just on the verge of her second orgasm, C.J. slowed the pace of his thrusting and shouted, "Shit! I'm cumming right now in this tight pussy! Shit, that feels so fucking good!" As he ejaculated into his condom deep inside my wife's cunt, his body froze and he closed his eyes. He was really savoring the moment.

Despite C.J. having ceased moving his cock in and out of her, Nancy was too far gone to stop her orgasm. She spit Allen's dick out of her mouth and squealed, "Oh, yes! Yes! You're making me cum again!" 

I walked over right next to where C.J. stood with his cock buried in Nancy. That's when I noticed something I hadn't before. He had his right index finger buried in Nancy's asshole! I wondered how long he'd had it in there. 

As she passed through her orgasm, she whimpered and her body quivered. Then she fell forward on her belly. "Oh, God! That felt so good," she gasped. Did she mean that C.J.'s cock felt so good? Or did she mean his cock and his finger in her ass felt so good?

Allen, meanwhile, still stood by the bed with his cock in his hand. But he'd now begun jacking it off.

In a soft voice he then asked her, "Would you?'

Nancy understood at once what he wanted. She knew from their two sexual encounters how much he loved getting a blow-job from her. So she quickly got off of her stomach and sat on the side of the bed right in front of Allen. She leaned forward and took his cock into her mouth again. As she paid full attention to his cock, we could all hear a loud slurping sound.

Either Ben or Curtis said, "Damn!" And, C.J., rolling the condom off his cock, said, "Fuck. I should've had her blow me before I fucked her."

Allen moaned quietly and came in my wife's mouth after only about thirty seconds more of fellatio. 

Nancy removed his cock from her mouth, stood up, and ran into the bathroom. She didn't shut the door, so Allen and I watched her spit his semen into the wash basin. Then she ran some water into a glass and used it to wash out her mouth. The other guys couldn't see this because their viewing angle was wrong.

Ben asked me if it would be all right for her to suck his cock, too. I looked into the bathroom and caught Nancy's eye. She shook her head no and gave a hands-down signal indicating that she'd had enough.

Looking at my wrist-watch (it was about 12:30), I explained the situation: "No, she's got to get going. We've been here too long already."

Curtis suddenly became petulant. "Damn! She sucked Allen's. How about mine?"

C.J. laughed at him. "Hey, you had your chance with her. But you turned it down."

Nancy re-entered the room then and began getting dressed. She put on her skirt, not bothering with panties, and stood topless looking at the guys. "You guys were great. And thanks for the money. I think I've had enough sex to last me for quite a while." Then, laughing, he added, "I think I'm at least even with my husband now."

"Can't you stay a little longer?" asked Ben.

Nancy, not bothering to put on a bra, pulled her sweater on over her head as she answered, "Nope. I've got to go now." As though emphasizing the point, she put on her coat and stepped into her shoes.

Seeing the futility of further appeals, the guys all relaxed and went back to drinking their beers. After giving a good-bye kiss to Curtis (as he reached inside her coat and groped her ass with both hands), Nancy preceded me with her shopping bag and purse out of Curtis's hotel room. We rode the elevator down to the lobby and I had her wait in the bar until I fetched the car.

When I got back to the hotel to pick her up, I found that Allen had rejoined her at the bar. She gave him a final embrace and kiss before I led her outside to the car.

As we drove off, she told me that Allen wanted to keep in touch with her. He still had her cell phone number. She wouldn't mind hearing from him, she said, but she was going to change her cell number on Monday.

I asked her about the evening session with the guys. Had she really enjoyed it as much as it seemed she had or had she been faking it slightly?

Looking very tired, she leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Then she said, slowly and in a monotone as though drugged, "I have to admit it was really, really good, Cal. C.J.'s cock, especially, really felt good inside me. I didn't get a good look at it. Was it especially big or something? Whatever it was, I had a great orgasm with him."

As we drove away from the hotel listening to a Vivaldi CD, I thought about how my wife had been fucked by three different guys over the past twelve hours or so. Allen had fucked her this morning at about 11:00 o'clock. I'd fucked her in the afternoon at around 3:30. C.J. had just fucked her. And she'd especially liked C.J., I guessed.

As we got closer to home, I saw that Nancy had her eyes closed and was on the verge of dropping off to sleep. Her face seemed quite relaxed. In fact, she looked unusually content. I thought again about her day. Three different guys! And two other guys had felt her up, eaten her, and fingered her. No wonder she was sleepy.

But just as I was pulling into our driveway a troubling thought came back to me. Of the three guys who'd fucked her today, she'd had an orgasm with two of them but not with the other one. 

And, damn it, I was that other one!

It was probably nothing to worry about. We could discuss it tomorrow. I got her into bed and watched her fall immediately back to sleep. I lay watching her sleeping peacefully for almost half an hour before I finally dropped off.