14 comments/ 105932 views/ 4 favorites Shocks to the System By: magmaman Sharon and I got along pretty good over nearly a full decade of marriage. We shared one of those relationships that was as close as it is possible for two people to be. I guess the word is "intimate" knowledge of each other, and I don't mean just physically. Lovers, yes, but also friends. As close, as intimate, as any husband and wife can ever be. We talked about anything and everything, there was almost no hesitation, no inhibitions. I had known women before, Sharon knew men of course. Yet there are always secrets, things one person simply can't speak of to another. Not even to the person using the toilet while you brush your teeth, those of you who are married will understand. My wife and I had almost none of that, refreshing to me. I could be me, she could be open herself. I do not know why or how, we just clicked that way somehow. Sharon knew I liked the ladies, she also knew I kept my thoughts in check. It was look all you like but don't touch. At least that was the idea I had in my mind. Sometimes if she thought I was missing something she would elbow me to get my attention. So I got to see lots of cute butts in tight shorts, nipples slipping out, things like that. All with permission, no jealousy at all. Wonderful woman, my Sharon. The fun part is that Sharon had a roving eye, too. I was well aware of that, she loved to watch the body builders shows, men flexing their muscles in tiny little thongs turned her on. I took her to a live show up in Seattle once, we sat in the very front row. There was one man in particular, he was leaner in build than the rest but from the bulge in his tiny black bikini bottoms he was packing some weight down there. He had blonde hair just like me, and other than muscles in places I didn't even have places he looked a bit like me. Sharon was squirming in her seat, I figured they would probably need to replace it after the show from the way she was acting. The guy picked up on it, too. At one point he stood right in front of her, his body flexed and shiny with oil as her eyes drank in his crotch, his cock outlined by the thin material. "Good lord!" she whispered in my ear. "I would love to suck that cock while you jack off on my butt!" she teased, nearly taking a bite out of my ear. Her hand was rubbing my groin while the guy stood there with a big silly grin. "You really are quite the little bitch, aren't you?" I teased her. That just got me a big grin in reply. We didn't even make it out of the parking lot, Sharon hiked up her dress and straddled me in the passenger seat. There were no panties under her dress, either, now I knew why the guy was smiling so much. "Yep, you are one naughty little bitch!" I panted, thrusting at her. "You love every minute of it!" She retorted, her body already shuddering in pleasure. Still for years I was faithful, not an easy thing to do with my head full of fantasy. Not that I wasn't tempted. I was sure Sharon was faithful, too. It seemed we had all the fantasy and sex anyone could ever need right in our own lives. There was this one secretary at work that let me know she was ready and willing. Her name was Rita, a daffy little redhead with tits too big for her frame. She seemed proud of them, too. Her blouses always showed the tops of her boobs, her heavy bra was obviously designed to hold up some serious weight. I did lots of looking and not touching, letting her hints and comments slide off as best I could. Then one day she cornered me in the stockroom, she had me backed up against the steel shelves and actually got my zipper part way down before I managed to slide sideways and escape. I guess that pissed her off or something, she ignored me after that. I would have loved to roll her around a little, but no way was I going to risk what I had at home. I told Sharon all about it as soon as I walked in the door, she giggled and ran her hand down the front of my pants, finding me up and ready to go just from telling her the story. Some women would get pissed off, Sharon got a kick out of it. Sharon knew all about my fantasies, she thought they were funny. Many of them seemed to interest her too, get her hot. So Sharon helped out, in the bedroom she would play games, damn she was good at that. Everything from dressup to telling me stories about taking on the meter reader while I was at work to wearing some outfit out in public that was so "almost" off of her my roving eyes would mostly be on her. Hell, our meter reader was an old skinny black guy, she made him young and blonde and muscular in her fantasies. Guys would look at her and she would smile, knowing I was getting a boner. If the chance cropped up, we even sometimes engaged in risky sex. Once we got caught in a park under some bushes by a Cop. That one was real!! Sharon was naked except for her socks and I had my pants down to my ankles. There were people less than 30 feet away, but the bushes did a good job of hiding us. We were going to have ourselves some risky fun. We thought. It was dangerous, somehow that just heated things up, I was actually starting to dribble before I even got my pants down. I was just getting ready to slide my 7" of meat inside her when the bushes parted and there he stood. He was around fifty, bald with a ring of curly gray hair around the back. If the guy had looked any more like a typical Cop he would have been on some TV show. He also had a big grin on his face. He didn't seem to be in any damned hurry, either. He looked Sharon's naked body up and down, she was lying back with her legs still spread for me, nice and wide. We both froze in surprise. "You folks do realize this is a public park?" He said, after what seemed like 5 minutes. "Yea...uhh... Sorry." I managed, a vision of handcuffs and our names in the paper in my head. I reached over to cover her pussy with my hand, a reflex of some kind. Waste of effort, of course. He looked at Sharon some more, she hadn't moved a muscle, still frozen in place. "Well, I don't blame you, buddy. That is primo looking pussy!" He grinned some more, pointedly making no move to leave. "Still, you better take it somewhere more private." Then he left, taking another long hard look at my naked wife, her nipples extended, her wet snatch wide open and bulging, still shiny from the tongue lashing I had just performed. We took the hint with gratitude, quickly dressed and got the hell out of there. At our house I had Sharon down on the living room floor as soon as the door closed. "God. He was staring at your pussy!" I grunted, my cock like a chunk of steel. "He saw it all, he saw it all!" She gasped back as her hips thrashed up against me. I think I came for a solid minute, I know she did. That one time was the most turned on I had ever seen her, she was gushing. Afterwards, we talked about it. Sharon admitted the idea of him looking at her, naked and vulnerable excited her as much as anything we had ever done. "I've never..I mean nobody has ever..not like that." She tried to form the words, her face still flushed from the experience. We reached some kind of added mental bond from that, it made Sharon hot and me, too. Things started to heat up even more in our lives as she did more things to tease me, often out in public. Our lives changed quite a bit. Sharon would wear those naughty short skirts without any panties or a thong that pulled clear up inside of her. A couple of them were almost impossible for her to stay covered up wearing. For a year or two I saw her titties more when we were out in public than when we were in bed. A lot of men were treated to an accidental peek at her pretty partly trimmed hairy beaver as she "dropped" something and bent to pick it up. Many times I watched as she absentmindedly reached down to scratch her ankle, opening her legs just long enough to shock some unsuspecting guy. One funny thing I did notice, some guys would stare, but a lot of them would look embarrassed and then actually turn away. She then went from leaving her bush trimmed but mostly natural to slick and bare. I liked that, Sharon is one of those women that are "outies" with full prominent lips that engorge and get even larger with a bit of attention. We even played the "Caught by the Cop" fantasy. I would tell her that if she wanted to stay out of jail she had to fuck me. She would lay there coyly with her legs together, I would press her knees apart, jam myself inside and pretend to speak to someone over my shoulder. "You just sit there and be quiet, Buddy, while I fuck your wife!" "Oh God, No! NONONONO!...DON'T!!" She would squeal, her legs spread wide and her wet lips plastered against me as she lifted her hips to meet each thrust. "Shut up and take it all lady or go to jail!" I would growl, my fake toy pistol on my hip bouncing against her side. Sure, silly stupid but fun stuff. It made us hot. Then one day I got a bonus at work, my sales for the year topped everybody. It was the result of one huge sale, one phone call. I happened to be on my way back from getting a soda out of the machine when the phone rang. I was actually on break. Everyone else was on a line so I picked up. Rush order, I handled it. Just luck, no skill involved. My normal entire quarter got doubled and then some! Everybody else was pissed off at me, of course. I didn't give a shit, my check was big! A couple of the guys made crabby comments about me "taking their orders" but the boss called it initiative and was tickled with me. I was on break, I could have just let the phone ring. So I got a full week's extra vacation with pay, a $1000 bonus, and two tickets to Waikiki plus hotel. All for being the top salesman of the year. Man, what a deal! Sharon was excited, giggling as she packed, she piled enough clothes to fill six suitcases. I finally had to step in, explaining we weren't moving there, it was just for a week. I did manage to talk her down to just three of them. I also made certain the clothes she did take were some I liked the best. Off we went, a trip that was a dream, no way could we ever afford something like this on our own. I realized the instant we stepped off the airplane that my heavy leather jacket was a mistake. I looked at Sharon, she had on a tight sweater and slacks, she was already starting to sweat. She even had a bra on for the trip. We hadn't even thought about that, at our home on the Oregon coast it seldom got above 70 degrees, and 45-50 was normal. We both realized at the same time and started laughing. I took off my jacket and shirt, leaving just a T-shirt. Poor Sharon was stuck. She couldn't exactly peel off her sweater in the airport or outside on the sidewalk. We got a taxi, Sharon asked him to wait a minute, reached into the suitcase and grabbed a white halter top. Then we climbed into the taxi. The driver was a slender young man, about 25 or so. I gave him the name of the Hotel, and off we went. I think he thought he was Jeff Gordon or something because he was darting in and out of traffic like a madman. Then Sharon reached down and pulled her sweater over her head, the guy realized and slowed right down. "He can see you in the mirror!" I whispered to her. She just grinned, unclipped her bra and set it aside. We were now down to 15 MPH or so, and I was concerned that the driver would run into something as he stared at Sharon sitting bare-breasted in the back seat. She fiddled for a long time with the halter top, finally pulling it on. The driver was all smiles, gave a thumbs up and said something in a language I didn't recognize. He even carried our bags clear in to the hotel desk, still grinning like he ate a Canary or something. I gave him two dollars extra, hell, you would have thought it was a hundred dollar bill. I looked at the business card he handed me, the name was so long no way could I pronounce it. "Island tour, half price!" He gave me that huge grin again. Finally out of excuses to hang around, he left. We got unpacked, I was eager to head for the beach just feet away. I had seen several women down there as we came in, most were wearing almost nothing! I was in paradise, preparing to exercise my right to "Look but don't touch." Women were everywhere, but most were laying face down, with their breasts plastered against a blanket. I enjoyed the hell out of it anyway. I hurried to unpack, wanting to get back down there. We lasted just 15 minutes on the beach, I was sunburned so bad that I had to go back in. One look at me and the cute young woman behind the desk took me outside, broke off a piece of some little cactus growing by the pool. She showed me how to squeeze and spread the juices on, I sat and let her as Sharon watched with a grin. The woman took her sweet time, speading the slippery stuff all over my back and upper chest. Hell, she had MY nipples sticking out by the time she was done. Sharon, being darker skinned than me, had only colored up a little. I thanked the gal, asked her name. "Cindy." She said with a smile and went back behind the desk. Sharon and I went up to our suite, it was pretty nice. Even a hot tub. I ran some water and we soaked, both of us nude. "Did you get turned on?" Sharon popped up with. "By what?" "The cute girl rubbing that crap all over you!" "Naw. She was just trying to help me." "She was staring at your boner." Sharon said, with a laugh. I laughed at that, Sharon reached out and grabbed my dick and off we went. It was late in the day so I suggested something to eat. Sharon smiled and told me to order something from room service so I called. I clicked on the TV, I could hear her in the shower. The food arrived, a young hispanic woman about 25 or so came in with a cart. I heard the shower stop, and had this sudden feeling that Sharon was going to walk out nude. The idea no more than popped into my head and Sharon walked into the room, drying her hair. Naked. "Honey, has the food....?" Then she looked up. The woman looked at her, then at me, and smiled, going right back to setting up the table. "Will there be anything else, sir?" She asked, a twinkle in her eye. I tipped her, she took another look at Sharon who now had the towel wrapped around herself. "Thank you, enjoy, sir." Then she left. "You did that deliberately!" I laughed. "Yes, but I figured it would be a guy." She giggled. "She didn't seem to mind." "You don't suppose she is...? Sharon let the question hang in the air. "Hey, I didn't know you swung that way?" I grinned. "I don't..well, I don't think so anyway." I just laughed at her. We spent the next two days wandering the streets, people watching and checking out the shops. There was every kind of trinkit anyone could imagine. I spotted one necklace made from little shells that I liked, picked it up. There was a tiny tag that said, "Made in China." We both roared at that. Back at the Hotel, we stopped at the front desk to retrieve the key. Cindy was on duty, she recognized us. "How is the sunburn doing?" She asked with a smile. "Oh pretty good, it stings a little and is starting to peel." "You should keep treating it." "Oh, with that cactus juice?" "Yes, that is Aloevera. It works great." We started to head over to the elevators. "Sir, we do offer rubdowns? Lots of folks get sunburned here." "Rubdowns?" I looked at Sharon, she was smiling. "Yes. In your room. It's only $50.00." "I don't think...." I started to say. "Sure!" Sharon said. I looked at her, saw the mischievious look on her face. "Great! How about in an hour, give you time to freshen up? I will send someone up." "OK!" Sharon said with a smile. "Swell. Probably be some hairy black guy." I muttered. Sharon just giggled. We went up to our room, showered and shaved, pulled on some shorts and a T-shirt. Sharon was hanging up the phone when I walked out. "Who was that?" I asked. "I was just confirming the time, we have 30 minutes." She had fixed us a couple of Vodka screwdrivers from the bar, so we sat and sipped them, making plans to check out the zoo down at the end of the beach the next day. Were were on the 2nd one when there was a knock on the door. I opened it, it was Cindy. I guess some surprise showed on my face. "Maria was booked, so you are stuck with me!" "Maria?" "Yes, she doubles with room service, you have already met her." Cindy pushed past me, carrying a large foldup table. "Oh! The woman that...." I felt a blush coming on. She just smiled, busied herself setting up the table. "OK. Strip down to your level of comfort and hop on." Cindy smiled. I hesitated, she just stood there. Finally I stripped off my T-shirt, then my shoes and socks. I looked at Sharon, she looked just like the cat that ate the Canary. Blushing again,I hopped on the table still wearing my shorts. "Coward." I heard Sharon mutter, almost under her breath. Cindy stepped into the bathroom, came back out wearing just a small halter top and snug shorts. I looked her up and down, she was slender, firm, muscular looking. The halter top was thick enough to cover her but left no doubt that she was well built and in shape. I squirmed a bit, feeling my erection start to grow. I tried to put my mind someplace else, with just a dab of success. She started in on my back and shoulders, the stuff she was using felt cold as ice at first. Glancing back, I saw she had some more of that cactus plant, she squeezed it out into her palm, then spread it on. It felt wonderful. I quickly forgot everything as the juice took the sting out, I began to relax as Cindy's hands worked the muscles. She knew what she was doing. I glanced over at Sharon, she was sipping her drink and watching closely. Then she got up and handed me mine, I took a couple of sips, not easy to do lying face down on a table. Cindy was now working on my sides and lower back, I managed a groan. This was worth twice the fifty bucks, no doubt about it. "This is in the way, I don't want to stain his shorts." Cindy looked at Sharon with the question. "Sure. Just take them off." She answered, reaching for her drink. I started to say something but Cindy had my shorts and was pulling them off my ass before I could get my mouth open. The waistband caught on my dick so I had to lift my hips, I knew my balls were showing but there was nothing I could do about it. Sharon was really grinning now, delighting in my discomfort. Then Cindy had her hands on my butt, I quickly forgot I was now nude. She covered the area just above where my shorts had reached, then the oil felt different. "Coconut oil." Cindy said, reading my mind. Her fingertips curved around the cheeks of my behind, tugging and pulling. My cock began to grow and there was nothing I could do about it. Then Cindy began to work on my legs. Each stroke she would bump up against my testicles, that wasn't helping things one darn bit! I glanced at Sharon again, she was still smiling, her eyes were narrowed though. I recognized the signs, she was getting turned on. I was thinking she was getting close to done, wondering how I would be able to get up and get my shorts back on. "OK. Time to turn over, let's do the front." Cindy patted my behind. "Uhh..." I managed. "Oh, don't be bashful, I have seen men before." I heard a stifled giggle from Sharon. Giving up,I managed to roll over, my cock was so hard it was sticking up into the air. "Oh, my! Nice one!" Cindy exclaimed. That didn't sound very damned professional to me. She started right in on my chest, in short order she was doing big clockwise circles around my stomach, brushing my erection each time. Shocks to the System "Should I?" Cindy asked Sharon, a big grin on her face. "Sure, go ahead. DO him!" There was a catch in her voice. I looked at her, she was now leaning forward in her chair. Cindy wrapped her hand around my erection, began some long slow slippery strokes. I didn't last 60 seconds, my balls snugged up and I blasted off into the air as she squeezed down on me. She kept squeezing and releasing, I felt myself building up again, and had another powerful orgasm. Cindy spread my sperm all over my chest, then reached for a towel and wiped me down. I lay there for several minutes, as she went over and sat down in the other chair. I realized I was listening to girl talk, like nothing out of the ordinary had even happened. Finally I got up, went to the bathroom and used a washcloth to wipe down. Then I realized I had left my shorts in the main room so I had to walk back out naked to retrieve them. They both sat sipping drinks, watching me the whole time. My half hard dick was sticking out at a low angle, I was still a bit fussed up at this very different experience. I pulled on my trunks, picked up my drink and sat on the couch. "Well, time to go." Cindy said. She folded up the table, headed for the door. "That is one fine hunk of man you got there." She smiled at Sharon. Then she was gone. Sharon looked at me with a grin. "Well, how did that feel?" "Amazing." "Got any left?" She asked, climbing into my lap. The fact was, I didn't think so. In just a few minutes, I found out I did too. Sharon's lips slipped gently over the head of my half hard cock, and I finally managed enough to get inside her, just shoving the crotch of her thong over and stuffing myself in. Later, we headed off down the street again, holding hands like kids. It was another nice day, it seemed that every day was nice in Hawaii. Sharon had on a light halter top, and a wraparound with her tiny pink thong underneath. The thong covered her, barely. As long as she didn't sit down and squirm a little, if she did that one of her pussy lips would pop out the side without fail. We found ourselves way down by Kewalo basin, there is a jetty that runs out into the ocean a little ways. There were two hawaiian looking guys wading in the water on the shallow side, throwing nets. We sat and watched them for a bit, they were catching a lot of tiny fish, and a few larger ones. One young man came up on the jetty near us, he had a large fish that he stuffed his fingers inside the gills, pushing out a little 2nd beak. "Parrotfish." He said, catching my odd look. "They bite!" The beak did look just like a Parrot, I realized. Then I realized he was sneaking peeks at Sharon's legs as he worked. I glanced down, she was sitting with her knees apart a good foot or so. I couldn't tell from my angle for sure but I would have bet she already had half her pussy on display. Then the young man went back into the water, said something to the other guy who was a little older. Soon he headed our way also, holding a funny looking red fish of some kind. Sharon scooted forward, I saw her right knee lay over to the side another foot or so. I grinned, knowing exactly what she was doing. The man walked up to where we were sitting on some rocks, he was below us, his head about level with Sharon's waist. "Anglerfish!" he said, holding the funny looking thing out to us. He lifted the little topknot on it's head up so we could see. I couldn't stand it, I got up and stepped down to the next level, pretending to want to take a closer look at the guy's fish. What I wanted to do was see how much Sharon had showing. She was showing, all right. I don't know how she had managed to get the crotch of her thong to hang down loose but it was certainly doing that, and somehow tugged to the side to boot. I could see her lips clearly on one side and most of the other, her clit was red and poking out at the fellow who was standing there staring, just 3 feet away. Her nipples were about to poke a hole in her halter top, too. We chatted for awhile, about fishing actually. Then the young man came up and joined us, we all stood around for 15 minutes of so as Sharon displayed herself as completely as she could without just stripping down. Her pussy lips engorged, got bigger and bigger. I could see the moisture forming, she was enjoying the constant glances from the three of us. The two men finally left, running out of excuses. "Well, you were having fun!" I told her. She just giggled. We stopped at a little cafe just a few yards from the jetty, ordered hamburgers. There were some oriental people sitting around eating what looked like soup with chopsticks. We ate the burgers, wondering what kind of meat was in them. What the heck, they tasted good. "Well, what did you think of your massage?" Sharon asked me once we were back up in our room. "That was interesting, but you surprised me." "Why?" "Well, letting another woman...you know..touch me like that?" "It was fun to watch, I didn't mind." "Really? Maybe we can get her to do you too?" "Maybe." "Well, maybe they have some real cute guy on staff for you!" I joked. "Oh, I doubt that." "Sure, we can ask! Some good looking fellow that will rub your titties and stick his fingers up inside you?" I was having fun now, teasing her. She rolled her eyes at me and stuck her tongue out. "You would like that, wouldn't you?" "Sure!" I laughed. "I get to watch!" We went down to the restaurant, ordered dinner, then later enjoyed the Hawaiian music in the hotel bar. There were two obviously native women in grass skirts dancing, part of the show. They were fun to watch, too. Then we went back up to our room. I was thinking of catching a shower, giving Sharon a roll on the bed. She was just hanging up the phone when I came out, drying my hair with a towel. "Who was that?" I asked, curious. "The front desk, I ordered a massage for me." "Who? Cindy? Or that Maria lady?" "Neither one, a guy. His name is Jon." "Jon?" I asked, surprised. "Yes, you said..." I thought about that, what the hell. The guy must have been eager, he knocked on the door in 15 minutes. Sharon was still in the shower, so I answered the knock. Here stood a guy that looked to be 25, his hair was lightened from lots of time in the sun. He was about my hieght but way more muscular, the cutoff T-shirt he wore exposed ripples on his stomach, the sleeves were cut off at the shoulder showing arms heavy and strong. Not like a bodybuilder, but like someone who used them a lot. I guess I hesitated or something. "Hi, I am Jon. I have a booking for the lady? For a massage?" He gave me a disarming smile. I opened the door and let him in, he busied himself setting up a portable table, then wrapped a little belt with a pouch around his waist, sticking a small bottle of oil in the pouch. Sharon was taking her sweet time, she always took long showers. I went into the bathroom, told her the massuer was here. "Be right out!" she said. There was an uncomfortable silence as I went out and sat down. "So what is your style like?" I asked Jon, trying to break the ice. "Oh, pretty much whatever the client wants, usually just relaxation. I do some Esalan and Swedish mix with a bit of deep tissue." He smiled at me. I nodded, like I knew what the fuck he just said. "Are you going to stay for the session?" He asked. "Well, I was thinking...." "Usually they are private, it helps the client to relax." He interrupted. "Sure, honey, go on down the the beach, have fun!" I heard Sharon's voice as she came into the room wearing just a big bath towel wrapped around herself. "Oh. OK." I said, not liking this at all. Sharon went over to the table, hopped up on the side of it. "Nice and soft!" She smiled at me. "I will meet you down in the lobby in an hour or so." Then she rolled over on her stomach, stretching out nude, wadding up the towel for a headrest. For some reason that pissed me off. I headed down to the lobby, my mind full of what if's? It hit me that I was getting jealous, I remembered the way she had acted at that bodybuilder show. This guy was good looking, and pretty muscular, too. Exactly the kind of guy that Sharon had her fantasies about. I wandered into the hotel bar, ordered something, I don't even remember what. I was sitting there idly stirring it when a gal plopped down beside me. "Hi!" She said, a big smile on her face. I looked over at her, cute, maybe 30 or so, obviously looking for something. I wasn't in the mood, wouldn't even if I was in the mood. "Excuse me." I told her, got up and headed for the elevators. I noticed the woman scowled slightly, then just shrugged. My mind was whirling, Sharon had sat there while that Cindy woman had rubbed my bare dick right in front of her. Hell, she had seemed to like it! Was Sharon thinking this gave her some kind of right to have some guy with his hands all over her? And what was this more or less shove me out the door stuff? Screw that. I knew I was being silly, acting jealous, I didn't care. I stopped and listened outside our hotel room door for a few seconds, all I could hear was some quiet music. Then I stuck the key in the door and walked in. Sharon was stretched out on her stomach, completely naked as Jon rubbed her back and shoulders. They both turned and looked at me. "Forget something?" Sharon said with a smile. "No, I was just thinking it might be best if...." I let that trail off. "Oh...OK. Stick around if you want. Jon's hands feel really good." She lay her head back down on the folded towel. I went over and sat down in one of the chairs. Jon busied himself working on Sharon as she lay there quietly. His hands seemed to flow over her flesh, I guess he did know what he was doing. Then he went to the foot of the table and started working on her feet, this brought a quiet moan. Sharon lay sideways to me, Jon finished the one foot, then repeated on the other. Then I watched as his hands swept up her calves, then her thighs, sliding off to the side each time as he reached her glutes. Sharon squirmed a little, opened her legs a foot or so. This went on for quite awhile, I noticed as he worked that her legs were relaxed, each stroke seemed to open them more and more. I was pretty sure he was getting a real good view but I couldn't tell for sure from my angle. "Want a drink, hon?" I asked her, getting up. "Sure." Sharon answered, so I got up and walked over to the bar and poured a couple of drinks. This took me right past her feet, I took a look and sure enough her pubes were sticking out, all shiny looking. Jon just kept on like all of this was perfectly normal. I walked back and handed Sharon her drink, waited while she lifted up on one elbow to take it. Then I took it back and sat it on the table by her head. About then Jon reached out and put his hand on her behind, actually patted her. "Ready to turn over?" "Ok." Sharon rolled over on her back without hesitation. Jon started in on her shoulders, then moved down to her chest, making large circles. But he never touched her nipples at all, which surprised me. Then he moved to the side, making big clockwise circles around her stomach. Next he worked out the front of her legs, then seemed to be done. I was getting comfortable with the situation, my jealousy had changed to being excited. I was trying to figure out what to say to encourage him a little without sounding stupid, then I realized I probably already looked silly anyway. "Do you ever do any...uhh...more sensual type touch?" I blurted out. Sharon didn't move a muscle, Jon turned to me and smiled. "We aren't allowed to do anything like that, sir. I am licensed." "Oh..OK....I just thought..." "There are some unlicensed people around, I could give you some phone numbers." "Uhh..OK, that might be nice." I mumbled, blushing now. "Or we could..perhaps get together when I am not working?" He glanced over at Sharon lying there nude, looking her up and down. I looked at Sharon, her eyes were smokey, narrowed. "OK. Maybe." Jon patted Sharon on the stomach. "Well, all done." He went into the bathroom, I heard running water as he washed his hands. Sharon sat up, gathered the towel around herself. She gave me the strangest look. I paid Jon, gave him a nice tip. He folded up his gear and left, leaving us with a business card. I reached for her, picked her up and laid her back on the bed. Sharon's skin was soft from the lotion Jon had used, it felt like silk. I pressed my lips and tongue to the soft flesh between her legs, her hips came up to thrust against me. I let my body slide up hers, our skin seemed to flow against each other. I simply slid inside her in one smooth motion. She orgasmed way ahead of me, I had been getting off a lot lately so I lasted a long time. We lay curled up in each other's arms afterwards. I wanted to talk, but for some reason I was having trouble finding the right words. Not normal at all, a lot had happened in just a few days. One nice thing about Oahu's bus system is it is cheap, or at least it was back then. Just a quarter each, and we could go about anywhere. We took advantage of that, quickly learning which times of the day that we could actually get a seat so we didn't have to stand up holding onto the poles. We stopped at one intersection, a native kid was selling newpapers, I bought one right out the bus window. The kid got a buck and no time for change, that didn't matter. We made several more trips out to Kewalo basin. We didn't see any more native fisherman to tease but we ate lots of those funny hamburgers. Back at the hotel I was reading the paper, scanning the ads. There was about a dozen of them for "massage", one even advertised couples massages. I pointed that out to Sharon, she seemed interested. I was thinking of suggesting to her that we try that when I spotted the ad for a live sex show. "Wow!" I told her. "Is that actually legal here?" "Apparently." "Want to go? See what is going on?" Sharon looked at me oddly. She seemed to be doing that a lot lately. "OK. If you want to." That evening found us in a bit dark and seedy looking section of town. I could even hear the sounds of something running across the metal rooftops, probably those half breed rats that seemed to be everywhere. Mustering our courage, we went into the dingy looking bar. There was a stage up front, tables and chairs around. A few men sat there looking bored. A skinny waitress wearing almost nothing served us, we both ordered beers, not wanting to take any chances. It was obvious that we really didn't exactly fit in this place. In just a few minutes the announcer came out, some red lights came on as he announced the stars for the next show. A woman came out, danced nude for a couple of minutes, then she went to a bed on the stage and lay back. There was a roll of drums, a tall man came out, he was naked. He had no shortage in the meat department, either, his cock was already fully erect. He approached the bed, the woman reached up to him as he lay down with her. They embraced, then he slid into position and simply inserted himself. They screwed like that for a couple of minutes, then he rolled over on his back. He reached back and spread the woman's behind wide, turning slowly back and forth so everyone in the audience could see everything as his huge penis thrust inside her. Then they seemed to both be in the throes of orgasm, I realized that they were both probably faking that. That was pretty much it, they got up and left. Then the announcer came out and told everyone when the next show would be. Sharon and I got the hell out of there. I flagged a taxi, not sure about any bus this time of night and not wanting to be standing around on any street corners. Sharon snuggled up against me as the taxi headed back to our hotel. "I bet we could sure do a lot better than that!" "Want me to see if I can get you a job?" I teased. "You would like that, wouldn't you?" She took a fake poke at my shoulder. "Sure, did you see the size of that thing?" "I bet it is full of silicone or something." "Can you imagine, having to do that every hour all day long?" "You could." Sharon smiled. "No I couldn't, not if I came every time. But you could!" "Maybe. I am not sure, I think I would get sore." "You could rub some vaseline on it." We settled in back at the hotel, I clicked on the TV, finding nothing interesting. "What would you like to do tonight?" I asked her. "Oh, I don't know. How about a soak in the hot tub?" "How about we call downstairs and get another massage?" "For both of us?" She sounded interested. "Sure, maybe a guy for you and a girl for me!" I teased her again. "OK." I looked at her in surprise, she looked right back at me with a smile. "Maybe like the one...from Cindy?" I said. "That might be interesting, we can both just lay there and enjoy, we wouldn't have to do...anything." "Well, go ahead and call!" I told her, not completely serious. Sharon reached for the phone, pushed the button. She quickly gave her request, listened for a moment. "Sure. Whoever is available will be fine." "No, we aren't concerned." "Yes, both at once is fine." "OK, 20 minutes." She hung up the phone. "What was all that?" "The desk clerk asked if we wanted a mixed couple, then he asked if we wanted licensed or unlicensed. I told him we weren't concerned." "Mixed couple?" "Yea, a guy and a girl." "Oh. Well, what are we doing here, Sharon?" I asked her. "Just having fun, I guess. It was your idea." She gave me a sidelong glance. "I thought it was your idea?" "Having second thoughts?" She asked. "No, not really. Well...yes. A little." I was feeling mixed emotions by this time. That massage from Cindy had surprised me, it was unexpected. Sharon's reaction was unexpected, too. I would have thought she would act jealous, throw a fit? All that happened was she got excited. I realized we both would soon be naked in a situation neither of us had full control over. "Relax, honey. It's just a massage." She told me, just as there was a knock on the door. I opened it, there stood Jon and the dark haired woman from room service, Maria. "Hi, guys!" Jon said with a bright smile as he swept into the room, carrying a portable table in each hand. Maria busied herself over by the counter, setting out some towels and lotion. Then they stepped together into the bathroom after telling us to get ready. Sharon peeled off her outer clothes, then she looked at me standing there in just my boxers. I shrugged, then lay down on the table face down. Sharon did the same, still wearing lace panties. We lay there looking at each other, both of us nervous. It was one thing to mess around and do some flashing, it was another to have hands actually on us. I thought about what Jon had said about being licensed, and began to relax. It was probably just going to be like the last time. The next thing I knew I felt soft hands on my shoulders and forgot all about being nervous. Maria's hands were like silk. I realized that she hadn't said a word so far. For a good half hour I lay there in comfort, I glanced over at Sharon who had her eyes closed, she was feeling the same as I was. Then Maria started working on my legs. Her hands came all the way up, her fingers drifted inside the loose legs of the briefs. I felt her lightly brush over my testicles, then again. It was almost accidental, enough that I felt myself begin to harden. I looked over at Sharon, found her looking back at me. She smiled, I saw that Jon was reaching over her sides, drawing the flesh of her ribs and abdomen upwards in brisk overlapping strokes. His fingers tugged upwards each time as he reached the sides of her breasts, lifting them off the table slightly. Each time he did that, Sharon's nipple came into view, I watched in fascination as my own body began to react more and more. Shocks to the System I moved slightly on the table to allow my fast growing erection some freedom, it slid over and down between my legs. Maria's fingers came up in another stroke, felt the tip of my penis. They lingered there, then all the way down my legs and back, repeating the touch over and over. Encouraged at my lack of protest, she slid her hands up and grasped me, drawing her fingers down and over my length, now trapped against my leg. The sensation was amazing, I felt myself building towards an orgasm, and tried to stop it. Maria must have sensed that, she stopped and began to work on my lower back again. "May I take these off?" She asked, the first words I heard her say. "Sure." I glanced over at Sharon again, he now had her thin panties rolled downwards and was stroking her behind over and over. I saw her shift slightly, open her legs. I felt Maria's hands reach up and pull on my waistband, I lifted my hips to help. She slid them down and off, then went right back to stroking me. Looking over at Sharon, I saw that her panties were now gone, too. Jon was standing at the foot of the table, one hand on the back of each leg, sroking upwards. I couldn't see for sure but his hands had to be very close with each stroke, and Sharon was enjoying it. Each upwards stroke brought a slight lifting of her hips. Then I felt Maria's hands between my legs, she had my erection in both hands, sliding her oily fingers all the way to my testicles and then drawing downwards. My erection was so firm it was mildly uncomfortable, I rolled a little to lift one hip to relieve the pressure. "Ready to turn over?" Maria asked, her right hand resting on my buttocks. I rolled over, this made it more difficult to watch what was happening to Sharon. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her roll over, too. I turned my head as best I could to watch as she lay back with her eyes tightly squeezed shut. Jon was working on her breasts, and he wasn't avoiding her nipples this time. He stood at the head of the table, leaned forwards and drew both hands from Sharon's belly upwards and over both breasts. Her mouth was open, eyes closed. Maria was doing circles on my lower stomach, each time her fingers reached down and stroked upwards over my testicles, then the length of my erection. I felt myself beginning to lose control, aware only of Maria's hands on me. Then I felt something odd, glancing down I realized she was rolling a condom onto me. That jerked me back to awareness, I looked over at Sharon, she was looking back at me. Jon was between her legs, leaning forward with his fingers stroking up and over the soft folds of flesh. Then he leaned down and pressed his lips to her as I felt Maria slide her mouth over me. I sat bolt upright. "Wait!" I said. Jon turned and looked at me, puzzled. "I thought..." "This is too much, we don't...I don't.." Maria stopped too. I saw her reach over and pick up her top, realized she was bare breasted. Jon was refastening his belt. It hit me that they thought we wanted way more than just touch. I shook my head, clearing the sexual fog. I swung my legs over the side of the table. There was a period of being uncomfortable as they gathered up their gear and mercifully left. Sharon went in and took another shower as I sat there thinking. We almost went too far, I had been teasing. Or I thought I was? Look but don't touch. Well, the "no touch" rule got fairly well broken. Sharon came out, she had pulled on one of my T-shirts. She say down in the other chair, sipped her drink. "So what were we doing?" She finally broke the ice. "I'm not sure." "I thought you wanted..maybe something different?" "I thought you did." "Well, teasing is fun, but that was going to be lots more than that." "Yea, I know." "I think we need to go back to just being us?" "Yes." "You better come over here and fuck me, honey. I need it." She had a smile on her face. "OK!" I laughed, scooping her up in my arms for a lingering kiss. "Back to look but don't touch?" She asked. I lay back on the couch, reaching out to grasp her fanny, bare under the T-shirt she wore. I pulled her towards me until she was on her knees over my face, then I buried my lips in her soft folds. "Works for me!" I managed to mumble.