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Tammy's Middle Aged Adventure

By: jackfntammyf



They say life begins at 40. Well, for me, my sex life began at 43. 

Now, that's not quite true – my husband and I started having sex (first for each of us) back when we were dating in college. But in the last year, my sex life has taken a hard – very hard -- turn for the better. 

Two things set the foundation for the change: after three children, my body was not in the best of shape. I set out on a dedicated plan of diet and exercise, and over the course of a few months, I lost 30 pounds and three dress sizes. My stomach and thighs responded well to the regimen, leaving me with a pair of 36C breasts and an ass that, while I still thought it was too big, at least gave me a curvy "hour glass."

And while we're on the subject of my ass...

The second thing that happened is, after years (23, to be exact) of fear and resistance, I finally let my husband fuck me in the ass. One night after some extended foreplay, we discovered that we were out of condoms. I had had a couple of glasses of wine with dinner that night and was feeling particularly horny, so instead of sucking him off as I usually would, I invited him to get the lube and take my virgin ass. My orgasm was incredible, and the feeling of his cock pushing into my ass sparked a kinkier hunger in me. In the weeks that followed, our sex play often included me asking him to get the lube while I rolled onto my stomach, spread my cheeks and eagerly awaited the dark pleasures of sodomy.

So with that as background....

I work part time for a marketing consulting firm, usually doing my work from a home office. My flexible work schedule allowed me to participate in a variety of volunteer activities in the community. One Tuesday morning, I went to a meeting of one of these organizations and while I was sitting at a conference table making small talk with a long-time colleague, a well-dressed, very tall, very well built black man walked into the room. Looking at my colleague and me, he asked if this was the United Way meeting. My colleague said yes, while I just drank in his towering presence.

"Then this must be my lucky day," he said in a tone that was as smooth as milk chocolate. He extended his hand to me. "Hi, I'm Derek, I'm new to this group." 

I took his hand and felt the electric tingle of flesh touching. "My name is Tammy," I managed to say. "Welcome to our group."

Before I could say another word, the committee chairman announced it was time for the meeting to begin, and Derek moved down the table to an available seat. My colleague leaned over and whispered "Nice eye candy huh? He must be the new community relations guy from the bank."

I tried to casually nod in agreement. The committee chairman introduced him as vice president of community relations for the regional bank headquartered in town, and for the next 90 minutes, my eyes kept finding excuses to sweep over Derek. 

Through the years, my husband had often told me his fantasies of watching me have sex with other men. While I had found these fantasies sometimes arousing, I hadn't given them much of a second thought. Until now.

The meeting broke up about noon, and I declined an invitation from my colleague to join her for lunch. Instead, I drove home, feeling my stomach knot in erotic tension, a tension that quickly spread to between my legs. Feeling somewhat guilty about my arousal, I started telling myself that I was just horny because my husband had been in Europe on a business trip for the last ten days. When he got home on Friday, I would make sure I took his cock in my mouth, pussy and ass before the weekend was over. 

We both enjoyed it when he dominated me in bed -- maybe I'd ask him to tie me up and spank me before he fucked my ass – that would be hot.

I got home, pulled into the garage, checked the answering machine in the kitchen and went upstairs to the bedroom to change into more casual clothes. I stripped off my blouse and skirt in the closet, then, walking past the mirror by the twin sinks, caught a glimpse of myself, wearing only my bra and panties. I could see my erect nipples through the thin fabric of the bra, and as I watched myself, spellbound, I raised my hands to my breasts and started caressing them, cupping their weight. I closed my eyes and an image of Derek, standing behind me, removing my bra, flashed through my mind.

A moment later, I was rummaging through the nightstand, grabbing the biggest vibrator we owned. I stripped naked, flung myself on my back and started masturbating furiously – pinching my nipples, stroking my inner thighs, running my index finger up and down the length of my now-soaked pussy lips.

As I turned on the vibrator, I decided I'd tell my husband to use Derek in one of his fantasies – yes, that's it, I'm just getting so turned on because this will be such a turn on for Jack. I closed my eyes and imagined myself being pushed deeply into the bed by Derek's body, a huge, black cock pushing relentlessly into my pussy. I gasped as I started coming, and kept coming – I positioned the vibrator on my clit and used both hands to squeeze my breasts and pinch my nipples until I literally couldn't take it anymore.

Exhausted, I turned off the vibrator and stared at the ceiling fan, weary from the power of my orgasms and looking forward to sharing this erotic tidbit with my husband in three days.

For the rest of the day, I went about my routine, my arousal always lingering just below the surface. After doing the chauffeur runs to piano lessons, flute lessons and soccer games and getting the two younger kids to bed, I discovered we didn't have enough milk for breakfast tomorrow morning.

I told my older daughter, happily and obliviously instant messaging away on the kids' computer, to listen for the younger kids as I ran out to the neighborhood grocery. I walked quickly through the automatic doors and was walking through the produce section when I spotted a large display of cucumbers. My lingering arousal quickly started rising as I stared at the assortment. Surrendering to the fact I would have to satisfy myself again, I went to the display and forced myself to examine a number of them, determined to find the thickest, longest, firmest specimens for my impending masturbation.

My pussy juiced up as I found two huge cukes, put them in the produce bag, bought the milk and checked out, driving home quickly.

By this time, it was almost my oldest daughter's bedtime, so I told her I was developing a headache and wanted to go to bed. With typical 14 year old grumbling, she signed off and went to get ready for bed.

So did I. For what seemed an interminable 20 minutes, I listened as she brushed her teeth, washed her face, and finally closed her door for the night. I tiptoed to the bedroom door, clicked the lock, and then went to the grocery bag, retrieving what I thought was the larger of the two cucumbers. 

I held the heavy vegetable in my hands, resolving that I would take its entire girth in my pussy, no matter how hard or how painful it would be. I put the cuke on the bed, placing the tube of K-Y jelly next to it, imagining how big Derek's cock might be, and imagining how he would insist that I take all of it. I walked to my lingerie drawer and removed a black silk camisole and tap pants.

Standing in front of the mirror, I slowly stripped – again, imagining I was doing it for Derek, fantasizing that I was preparing myself to submit to him. Nude, I picked up the tap pants, and shivered as the cool silk glided up my legs, covered my ass, and teased my throbbing, damp pussy. I watched myself in the mirror as I pulled the camisole over my head, the fabric brushing deliciously against my painfully hard nipples, sparking an urge to just bring myself off right then and there. My hand slipped inside the front of my tap pants....

"No," I thought as I quickly withdrew my hand, getting deeper into my submissive fantasy. "My pleasure must be denied." I walked to the bed, lay down on my back, and to tease myself even further, picked up the cuke, and slowly placed it on my stomach, the better to appreciate its size and weight, and anticipate its push into my pussy.

I started rubbing my breasts through the silk, or running a finger lightly over the tap pants, tracing paths from my pussy to my ass.

Images flashed through my mind – me kneeling in front of a standing, robed Derek, being told all the ways my body would be used. Feeling those long, chocolate fingers running to the back of my head, as he pulled his robe aside to reveal a thick, massive organ, pulling my mouth to kiss the tip, then pushing slowly over my lips and seeking the back of my throat.

Another fantasy started parallel to the first – a late night meeting, Derek hitting on me, me resisting, and then Derek raping me, ripping my skirt off and then pinning my arms down at my sides as he pushed himself into me.

The fantasies merged and diverged – Derek tying my hands behind my back to force me to use only my mouth to get him off, Derek pulling out of my pussy and making me lick my own juices off his massive cock.

I bit my lip, stifling a moan, and I knew that my orgasm was close. Again I resolved to deny myself pleasure until I'd been fucked. I picked up the cucumber, and slid off my tap pants.

Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, I caressed the cucumber, imagining it was Derek's cock. 

"You will take it all, won't you Tammy?" I heard him whispering. "Yes Master Derek, I'll take it all to give you pleasure" I whispered back, squeezing the cool, smooth skin and shuddering at its hardness. 

I spread my legs as wide as I could, and moved the cuke down my stomach, placing it at the entrance to my pussy. 

"Oh Master Derek, please, it's so big, it will rip me in two" I whispered, pleading. I imagined his response, starting to push the cuke into my pussy: "Then I will take pleasure in ripping you in two, Tammy."

With that thought, I pushed the cucumber in perhaps two or three inches, its width now stretching me more than anything since giving birth. "Master Derek, it's hurting," I whispered. "You will take it all, Tammy, but you may lubricate it if you wish."

I slowly pulled it out, and opened the tube of KY, slathering a thick layer over the end that had been inside me. I returned it to my pussy, pushing in again, spreading my legs as wide as I could to try to ease the assault.

Applying steady pressure, the lube-slickened cuke slowly slid deeper and deeper inside of me. I was sweating and the room seemed to spin as I kept pushing it deeper inside me. "Yes, Master Derek, I will take it all," I whispered again, giving it another firm shove as far as it would go. As I held it in place with one hand, the other hand fingered my clit, and I started moving it in and out, fucking myself with it. On about the fifth stroke, I came violently, my pussy muscles straining on the unyielding cuke, which seemed to be pushed into my stomach.

I was exhausted, and guilt about my fantasy started creeping in on me. I remembered my rationalization – this was a fantasy for my husband's enjoyment, right? Looking at the clock, realizing he'd soon be waking up in London, I went to the computer and sent him an email detailing the day's mundane family matters. At the end, I added a PS:

PS -- Am particularly horny for some reason. Don't masturbate this week – I want a thick mouthful the night you get home.

T 

My guilt thus assuaged, and looking at this as proof of the sincerity of my rationalization, I changed into my regular flannel PJs and drifted off into a deep sleep.

The next morning I awoke, and as the first blast of hot water hit me in the shower, I once again leaped into arousal as I ran my hands over my breasts and lathered my ass. 

"Please Master Derek, not my ass," I whimpered as I slowly circled the soapy rear aperture with my index finger. "Your body is mine, Tammy," he said inside my head, the scenario rapidly bringing me close to orgasm. "Your body cannot be completely mine until I have taken your ass." With that thought, I started coming, moving my hand to my clit to keep the orgasm going.

That's the way it went for three days – bringing myself off morning, noon and night, each fantasy more detailed, more darker than the previous one. On Friday morning, I even skipped showering at home, resolving to go work out after I dropped the kids off at school. I wouldn't masturbate in a health club shower, would I?

After a long, sweaty workout (one, incidentally, where my attention was drawn to one of the televisions showing an ESPN program featuring locker-room interviews with a number of black football players), I discovered I didn't know myself nearly as well as I thought I did. I wrapped a towel around my nude body and snuck into the sauna, where I quickly fingered myself to another steamy climax.

Finally, Friday night arrived, and I went to the airport to pick up my husband. My oldest daughter was a friend's house for the night and the two younger kids would be asleep by the time I got home. I only hoped Jack wouldn't be too jet lagged for me.

He walked out through security and I threw my arms around him, driving my tongue into his mouth. After a moment, he pulled away with a smile. "My my, something's got you worked up." As we started walking to the luggage carousel, he whispered that he'd had a good sleep on the flight, and he was sure I would enjoy the mouthful he had built up for me.

When we got home, we got the kids to bed, telling them that Daddy was tired from his flight. We locked ourselves in our bedroom, and I went into the walk-in closet to change into the black tap pants and camisole I had worn during my first cucumber session.

I walked into the bedroom and my husband took me in his arms and kissed me again. "So tell me," he said, "what's gotten you so horny?"

I pushed him back on the bed and started kissing his neck. "It's not a what," I whispered in reply. "It's a who. I had a boring United Way meeting the other day," I continued. "And I fantasized about getting fucked by one of the men in the meeting. Does that turn you on?"

"Mmmmmm, you know it does," he replied. I moved down his stomach, and unzipped his pants. "Well," I said, giving the tip of his erect cock a peck. "Why don't you tell me your fantasy while I suck you off?"

He began whispering one of his fantasies but as soon as his cock entered my mouth, I tuned out. My mind was replaying my fantasies about Derek, thinking what a long, black cock would feel like in my mouth, down my throat. I imagined worshipping it, submitting to it, suffering for it. After a time, I realized my husband's voice had quieted, and I could feel the muscles in his legs and torso tightening, signaling his imminent climax. I redoubled my sucking, and as he grabbed my head with both hands, I tasted the first hot, salty blast erupt on my tongue. I kept working his cock in my mouth, drawing more of the thick liquid into my mouth. Finally, I felt his body relax. I squeezed his cock to get the last few drops of come out, and I crawled back up next to him.

Looking him in the eye, I swallowed his cum – something I had never done before. He smiled his approval, and rolled onto his side, facing me. With one hand, he started caressing my breasts. "Oh," I thought, "it'll be so nice to have someone else make me come."

"So tell me about this guy you want to fuck," my husband whispered, pinching a nipple briefly. I thought I wouldn't tell him details, lest this idea get carried too far, but the taste of cum in my mouth, combined with his skilled fingers working my body, made that idea impossible.

"His name is Derek," I said between breaths. "He's assigned to the committee from the bank." His hand moved down my stomach.

"And tell me about him," Jack whispered, nuzzling my neck as his fingers started running lightly through my bush.

"He's very tall, very well built, maybe mid to late thirties," I said, recalling his stature in the conference room door. I licked my lips, tasting remnants of Jack's orgasm, and looked my husband straight in the eye. "And he's black."

I saw Jack's eyes widen and brighten at this unexpected twist. His finger in my pussy briefly brushed against my clit. "Did you just fantasize about him during the meeting, or after?"

"Afterwards too," I said, anticipating correctly the next question.

"Did you masturbate?" he asked, his index finger slowly circling my clit. Jack had always excelled at keeping me on the edge of orgasm without letting me go over. It was usually a game the submissive part of me enjoyed, feeling my body controlled by him, but now, it seemed like it was a tool to help his interrogation. As much as I might have wished to resist, the thought of answering honestly only spurred my arousal.

"Yes," I said. "As soon as I got home. And then later that night. About ten times in all." After a moment's thought, I decided to confess my risky venture that morning. "I even masturbated in the sauna after my workout this morning."

He continued stroking my clit, moving away to caress my breast. He slowly kissed my neck, then moved his lips next to my ear.

"Tell me what you thought about while you were masturbating."

I swallowed hard, feeling like I was getting into something too deep but unable to change direction. 

"I fantasized about submitting to him, about him using my body for his pleasure." I started writhing on the bed, but Jack pressed firmly on my hips, signaling for me to stop. "I fantasized about being forced to suck him off, about spreading my legs and having his thick, black cock pushed deep inside me."

"Did you fantasize about taking his cock in your ass?"

My orgasm felt so close – "Yes, yes" I answered hoarsely. "I fantasized about him in my ass."

Jack's finger returned to my clit. "Do you want to actually do it, Tammy?" His finger started working my clit in a way that we both knew would make me come. "I – I don't know, I didn't know if it was just a fantasy for you."

"It isn't," he slowly whispered. "I've always wanted to see you taken by another man," he continued, his finger increasing its pressure and speed on my clit. "I want to see you fucked by Derek."

With those words, my orgasm exploded and for a long, rapturous moment I felt as though I were floating in another world. I was brought back to consciousness by the feeling of my husband's kiss. Our tongues twirled, the lingering taste of his climax shared between them, and he drew back.

"I can't wait to taste Derek's cum in your mouth," he said slowly. My stomach tensed – had I really agreed to do this? I felt his rehardened cock on my thigh – he certainly was excited by the idea. And, unbelievably, I felt my own arousal rising again.

"When's your next meeting?" he asked, as one of his fingers slipped inside my pussy, finding it dripping wet.

"Tuesday," I half-said, half-moaned. "Tuesday morning."

"Good," he whispered back, running his fingers over my silk-covered breasts. His tone switched from interrogation to instruction. 

"Monday we'll go out and buy you a very lacy bra, and a blouse that will be easy for him to look inside." My mind and heart started racing as I listened to my husband's plan.

"You'll wear stockings, a garter belt and no panties underneath your skirt. You'll sit next to him and make sure he can get a good view inside your blouse. You'll flirt with him, and try to find some opportunity to meet with him alone."  

I thought I should resist this idea – fantasy is one thing, reality another. "But Jack, I'm not sure..."

He cut me off. "I am," he said gently but firmly. "Just today, you've masturbated in public, swallowed a mouthful of sperm and you've just passed out from the orgasm you had while you were thinking about Derek. You've probably fantasized more in the last four days than you ever have." He was right about that.


Tammy's Middle Aged Adventure Ch. 02



Note to readers: Thanks to everyone for the feedback, especially from those other middle-aged moms (and boy are there a lot of you!) for whom my story struck a nerve. Keep the ideas (and yourselves!) coming! I may incorporate some of the suggestions in a later, fictional, chapter, but for the next few episodes I want to tell the story as it actually unfolded.

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I lay there, motionless, watching my husband emerge from the bathroom, a white towel wrapped around his waist. Thanks to twelve years of regular exercise, he was in good shape for a 42 year old – muscular legs, solid arms and a broad chest. A slight spare tire around his waist was the only part of him that wasn't in good shape.

I closed my eyes and thought back to the previous night, amazed by the sexual energy we had produced. I couldn't remember the last time Jack had come twice in one session. And had I really passed out from my climax? Was that all from both of us fantasizing about me having sex with Derek?

As Jack brushed his teeth and put in his contact lenses, I decided that if the fantasy could generate THAT much excitement, I'd play along with it. I didn't actually have to fuck Derek, after all, I just had to prepare myself the way Jack wanted, right? And maybe I'd flirt a little bit and then come home and I'd tell Jack about it and we'd screw like teenagers. 

Who knows, maybe Derek was a happily married regular church-goer. (Though, I realized, so was I). Maybe he was gay. 

But I sure wasn't going to do anything to derail this little fantasy that had done so much to spark both of our libidos.

I opened my eyes as I felt Jack climbing onto the bed, wearing only a pair of boxers. "That has got to be the best 'welcome home' I have EVER had," he said with a smile as he kissed my forehead. "Mmmmmmm-hmmmmmmm," I purred in response, "hope you liked it as much as I did."

He pulled back the sheet and rubbed his hand slowly down the camisole. "Black silk looks so good against your white skin," he said, brushing a finger across an exposed nipple. "I think we should get you a lacy, black bra for Tuesday."

My heart started pounding – OK, he was serious about the plan he had detailed last night. 

"If you think black lace would get Derek's attention," I whispered, "then black lace it'll be." I saw his smile widen and his eyes sparkle as his hand worked its way south.

"That day spa isn't open on Mondays is it?" he said, his eyebrows furrowed in apparent frustration. In the past, Jack had given me gift certificates for massages at one of the nicer spas in town. (He would tell me later that he bought them because he was turned on at the idea of me being naked and touched by another man or another woman, even if it was 'just' a massage).

"No, no, I don't think it is," I said, somewhat confused. "Why do you ask?"

His fingers spread out and combed through my pussy. "We should get your pussy waxed. The more naked and exposed you feel under the skirt, the sexier you'll be."

At that moment, our five year old knocked on the bedroom door, informing us that he was hungry. Jack pulled the sheet up over my breasts and opened the door. "Just give daddy a minute to get dressed and I'll take you downstairs for breakfast, OK?" After he quickly tossed on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, he leaned back onto the bed and gave me a peck on the cheek. "You have yourself a nice, hot, long shower, and I'll have a coffee waiting for you when you get downstairs."

With a laugh, he picked up Jack Jr. and carried him downstairs, telling him that he'd brought surprises for him from Europe. 

I contemplated the latest addition to the fantasy. Jack had been pestering me to let him shave my pussy for years, and I had resisted, thinking the scratchy stubble would be uncomfortable.

On the other hand, I remembered my hair stylist (in whom I, like many of her clients, had confided many things about my sex life) had told me she had her pussy waxed regularly and the sensitivity was phenomenal. 

I also remembered that I had told her once about Jack's fantasies about watching me with other men. Her advice echoed Nike's old ads: just do it, Tammy.

"What's the worst that can happen if I get waxed?" I thought as I threw back the covers, picked up the tap pants off the floor and walked to the shower. "So I might be a little itchy for a couple of days. If that's what Jack wants to enhance the fantasy, why not?"

I luxuriated in the shower, not having to worry about any of the kids' needs and anticipating one of Jack's delicious lattes when I got downstairs. I carefully shaved my legs, and ran a finger through the wet, dark blonde curls between my legs, curious about what my pussy would feel like bald.

Part of me was tempted to masturbate, but I decided to let myself simmer instead – maybe we could have another little session tonight.

After toweling myself off and opening my "everyday" underwear drawer, I briefly considered wearing a thong all day – that was something Jack always liked. I decided against it, though – he almost always regarded a thong as an invitation to anal sex, and I'm not sure I could take it two nights in a row, considering how tender my sphincter was this morning. Instead, I picked out a pair of smooth, black, cotton panties, finished getting dressed, and headed downstairs to begin another busy suburban Saturday.

"Here you go, Tam," Jack said, putting a foam-topped cup at my place at the kitchen table. "Hot, thick and creamy, just the way you like it," he said with a wink. I gave him a peck and whispered "thanks...I guess it's too bad I don't like my coffee black, huh?"

He grinned and returned to the coffee machine. The day progressed almost as any other day – our son had a birthday party to go to, our younger daughter had a basketball game to go to, our oldest daughter would undoubtedly need chauffeuring to enable her "hanging out." 

While I went with our son to the birthday party, Jack told me he was going to the health club to work out, something that he didn't usually have time to do when he was traveling. 

"But it won't be the last time today I get all hot and sweaty," he told me, as he gave me a kiss and a playful slap on my rear end.

After we had all gotten back home in the late afternoon (except for the oldest, who my husband had unsurprisingly allowed to go to a friend's house for another sleepover), Jack grilled chicken for us and burgers for the kids. He opened a bottle of my favorite wine and made sure my glass stayed full – another sign, as if I needed one, that he was planning an encore for this evening.

After dinner, I did the dishes while Jack played with the kids outside. Looking out the kitchen window, I was struck by what a good and gentle father and husband he was. Was it strange that he so enjoyed the idea of my being taken by another man? Starting the dishwasher, I laughed – was it any less strange that I, a good and gentle mother and wife, so enjoyed the idea of being taken by another man?

A couple of hours later we got the kids to bed. Returning to our bedroom with a wine glass and another bottle of wine, Jack took me in his arms and ran a hand down my side to my ass. "Why don't you take a nice, long, hot bath," he said as he picked up the bottle, filled the glass and handed it to me. "And when you're done, I'll have a couple of little surprises for you."

I was never one to turn down an opportunity to use our too-rarely used whirlpool tub. I went in and turned on the hot water tap, knowing it would take ten minutes to fill up.

I walked back out into the bedroom, where Jack was lighting candles on the dresser and nightstands. "Help me get undressed?" I asked. I loved it when Jack stripped me, and as he stood and slowly unbuttoned my blouse, I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his hands and savoring the sensation of being prepared for sex.

He pulled the blouse off and threw it on the floor, then walked behind me, cupping my breasts in his hands. With a quick snap, the bra fell away, and I looked at the reflection in the dresser mirror – Jack's hands squeezing my breasts, his lips working down my neck. The image of Derek doing the same floated through my brain, sharpening my arousal. "Finish stripping me, Jack," I whispered, "before the bath gets too full."

Needing no further encouragement, he pulled off my jeans, leaving me standing in my black panties. "You really have developed a fascination with black things," he said, running his hands over my ass. He pulled them down next, and I stood naked in front of him. Extending a thumb and forefinger, he pinched my left nipple, then held me close. "You can arouse yourself in the bath but don't come. Understand?"

"Yes, darling, I understand" I replied, turning away and walking to the bathroom, feeling his gaze on my back and my ass.

The bath was delicious – as I sipped the cold, sweet wine amidst the hot jets of water, I wondered what kind of surprises my ever-imaginative husband might have in store for me. I shifted in the tub so that one of the jets pulsed against my pussy, then moved away before I got too close to coming. For twenty wonderful minutes, I sipped my wine, stroked my breasts, ass and pussy, and marveled at the power of a fantasy.

The whirlpool clicked off, and as I toweled myself off, I drained the rest of my glass. After I was completely dry, I took a deep breath, opened the bathroom door and walked into the bedroom.

The flickering candlelight gave the room a soft glow, and I looked at the bed. Our regular, flowered comforter had been replaced by a white one. And yard-long black straps extended from each of the four posts to the center, forming an incomplete "X." It somehow struck me as an altar for a sacrifice. I shuddered in excitement at the thought of being a sexual sacrifice.

Jack appeared behind me, and I felt his erection press against my rear end. He slipped a blindfold over my eyes. "I actually had a short workout today," he whispered. "I'm going to tie you down on the bed, spread eagled. You're going to tell me the details of every one of your fantasies about Derek. And only when you've done that will I let you come."

My mouth seemed suddenly dry but the idea of reliving those fantasies was so appealing. "Yes, Jack," I said simply. I felt him push me towards the bed, and I lay down in what I thought was the middle. He gently lifted one, then the other, ankle, spreading me wide, and securing them to the black straps, which seemed to have some sort of Velcro fastening.

He moved to the head of the bed, stopping to give me a kiss. "Now you know why I didn't want you to come," he said as he secured the first wrist. A moment later, I was bound. A slight tug was all that I could manage on any limb. Jack lay on the bed beside me, and I felt a cold stab on my left breast as Jack touched it with an ice cube.

"So," he said, "tell me your fantasies about Derek."

For what seemed like hours, I confessed every fantasy I had had, and even made up a couple of new ones, while Jack toyed with my pussy or sucked on my nipples or kissed my neck, occasionally using an ice cube or drips of hot wax to prod my memory for more details. After I told him about the cucumbers, he crawled down between my legs and flicked his tongue across my clit, just briefly enough to reward me for my creativity, but not enough to bring me the orgasm I so desperately craved.

When I told him my fantasy about Derek spanking me – me bent across a conference room table, Derek lifting my skirt and punishing me for some unspecified infraction, Jack climbed on top of me and gave me a few slow, deep thrusts, then withdrew.

My arousal was unbelievable – behind the mask, I could visualize the fantasies I was describing. My inability to touch myself, indeed my inability to even move, made it even hotter.

When I had finished detailing every fantasy I had had about Derek, Jack mounted me again. As he began slowly fucking me, he again made me recite what I was going to wear, and do, at the meeting on Tuesday. I was so turned on by that point that I couldn't hold back, and as I once again agreed to let Jack watch the first time Derek fucked my ass, I came explosively. Jack drilled his tongue into my mouth and rode me like a madman, extending my own orgasm. Finally, he pushed himself up on his arms and pumped load after load into my eager pussy.

Some time later – was it seconds? minutes? – Jack unfastened the straps and released me. He blew out the candles, and brought a flannel nightgown to the bed. I slipped it on and after snuggling into his arms, started falling asleep. As he kissed me goodnight, he whispered something about looking forward to going shopping with me on Monday...



Tammy's Middle Aged Adventure Ch. 03



Note to readers: thanks again to everyone for the feedback on the first two chapters! To those who have expressed frustration at the pace, just remember real life stories will take more time and have more detail. If you just want fast-fuck-fiction this probably isn't a story for you. 

To all the moms who asked about the diet, it was South Beach, with a rigorous (4-5 days/week) cardio and weight-training routine. The secret, I found, was doing very deep breathing through both cardio and weights – that seemed to really help shed the pounds. Adding a twenty or thirty minute walk a couple of times a week (again, doing deep breathing throughout) helps too.

Hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed living it! Tammy

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Sunday was mostly routine – going to church, doing the laundry, making dinner, picking up the house because the cleaning service came on Monday. After dinner, while two of the kids played in the family room and the third was upstairs on the computer, I sat at the kitchen table with Jack, going over the week's schedule.

"OK, tomorrow I've got a staff meeting at the office starting at 1, that might go long so why don't you plan on picking up the kids after school unless you hear from me?" (I should add that Jack is a self-employed inventory management guru, consulting for Web and other retailers, and, like me, he also works out of the home office).

"So we'll go shopping tomorrow morning?" he asked, arching his eyebrows hopefully. I smiled back at him – this week would be anything but routine, in one respect anyway. "Mmmm-hmmmm," I said with a mischievous smile. "We'll go out shopping as soon as the stores open at 10." His eyes sparkled with anticipation, and we moved to discussion of Tuesday.

"I've got United Way in the morning of course," I said with exaggerated innocence. Leaning across the table, I whispered conspiratorially, "that might go long too, so why don't you plan on picking up the kids after school unless you hear from me?" Jack leaned back across the table and kissed me gently on the cheek. "I'd be happy to, Tam. I'll even grill up some more chicken and burgers for dinner if you run really late."

"That's so thoughtful of you, sweetheart," I replied, coyly turning my head and batting my eyes. 

"Or maybe I should invite Derek over for dinner," I said teasingly. "Do you suppose he'll like white meat?" 

Wow, I thought, saying that felt SO deliciously nasty!

Jack's eyes widened and his face broke into a huge grin. He walked behind me and started rubbing my shoulders. "Everyone loves white meat, as long as it's dressed properly," he whispered. "We just need to make sure it's extra moist for him." 

One of his hands slowly dropped down inside my polo shirt to fondle a breast. The tingle between my legs told me we'd be trying to get the kids to bed a little early tonight. 

"Don't worry, honey," I said, my breath quickening as the tingle traveled throughout my body. "Making it extra moist won't be a problem." 

"And if the meeting goes really really late," Jack added, giving my breast a steadily tightening squeeze, "I'll even take care of breakfast for the kids on Wednesday morning."

Again I marveled at what a powerful aphrodisiac my Derek fantasies were – here we were, getting each other all hot and bothered about the ridiculous idea of Derek catching a glimpse of my bra and then screwing me for hours and hours and hours in just two days time. 

After backpack and homework checks and baths and bill-paying, we once again found ourselves locked in our bedroom. Jack dimmed the lights, walked behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, giving me little brush kisses on the back of my neck. "Put on your black corset and stockings," he said in a low, no-nonsense voice. "And wear the highest heels you've got." With a firm slap on my ass, he sent me on my way.

I picked out the corset and stockings from my lingerie drawer, and went to the walk-in closet to change. The mysterious tone in Jack's voice was making me very hot – but he couldn't possibly top last night's surprises. Could he?

After taking off my clothes, I put on the corset, carefully connecting each hook, leaving my breasts completely exposed. I pulled on the stockings, and secured them to the corset's garters. Looking at my assortment of shoes, I selected a black pair that I rarely wore because the toe made them somewhat uncomfortable. Noticing the thin layer of dust on them, I retrieved the panties I had worn that day from the hamper, wiped them off and slipped on the shoes.

Taking a deep breath and tottering a bit on the unfamiliar high heels, I walked back into the bedroom towards my husband. Jack was standing at the foot of the bed, his arms behind him.

"Turn around, and put your hands behind your back," he instructed tersely. My heart raced as I turned my back to him, and slowly brought my wrists together. I closed my eyes as I felt the cold metal of our handcuffs click around one, then the other, wrist.

He walked in front of me and stroked my cheek softly with his hand. "I have waited for so many years to watch you be taken by another man, Tammy," he said, kissing my cheek and squeezing one of my breasts. 

"Back in college," he said in a low voice, "I had actually planned it out with Mike, that guy in the frat who you thought was such a stud?" I struggled to remember who Jack was referring to, somewhat surprised that he had had this fantasy even then.

"We were playing quarters one night," he continued, "and I told him that you were hot for him," he said nonchalantly, a finger lazily circling around my breast. "He suggested getting you a little drunk one night and doing a three way." Jack lowered his mouth to suck and gently bite my nipple, then stood up again. 

"I agreed, but I didn't want to do that until I'd taken your ass, so unfortunately it never happened."

My mind reeled – a three-way with Mike, the body-building jock who lived on the second floor? When we were juniors in college? What else have I missed out on??

Jack turned away and picked up something from the bed. He held it in front of me, and I gasped as I gazed down at a tall leather collar with a large metal ring hanging down from the front.

My heart pounded so hard I thought it might wake the kids (or the neighbors) as Jack walked behind me, lifted my hair and secured the collar around my neck with a solid click. I had never before found collars erotic – in fact, when I occasionally flipped through the Dream Dresser catalogs that Jack received every few months I had always thought the collars looked peculiar on the models. 

But now, the collar seemed to radiate electricity to every nerve ending in my body, making me acutely aware of the tightness and texture of the corset, the silkiness of the stockings, the slight muscle strain in my legs from the shoes, the heaviness of the handcuffs on my wrists, the light breeze on my flesh from the ceiling fan. And the heavy iron ring now hanging down from the collar felt like dry ice where it touched my skin.

I blinked, forcing myself to breathe deeply so I didn't pass out.

"So I find it very gratifying," Jack continued, walking back in front of me, "that this week you will begin to live out this fantasy that we now share."

Just when I thought I couldn't possibly be more aroused, Jack picked up a long, shiny, metal chain that was coiled up on the dresser. I trembled at the sinister-sounding hisssssssssss of the metal slinking off the glass top of the dresser as he lifted one end and deftly clicked it onto the metal ring of the collar. With a gentle tug, he pulled me a few steps forward, so I was standing in front of the dresser.

"Spread your legs slightly, Tammy," he instructed, "and face the mirror."

I turned to my left, and my reflection in the mirror took away what little breath I had left. Somehow, seeing myself this way was even hotter than my fantasies.

"You will keep looking at yourself in the mirror, Tammy, absorbing what you see," Jack whispered as he slowly ran his hand down one of the garters on my ass.

I stared at the mirror as Jack slowly drew the cold metal chain from one nipple to the other. My cheeks were bright red, and with each breath I watched my breasts heave slightly, their size and motion exaggerated by being thrust out because of my handcuffed hands. The collar looked just as sexy as it felt.

He walked behind me and whispered in my ear. "What are you going to wear on Tuesday, Tammy?"

I gazed at the mirror, and in a voice of soft confidence, I replied "A garter belt and stockings, Jack."

He reached in front of me and pulled the chain up between my legs, nestling it in between my pussy lips. "What else, Tammy?"

"A black, lacy bra," I continued after a moment, hypnotized by the woman in the mirror. "And a blouse that...that Derek will be able to look inside."

He let the chain drop, and cupped my ass cheeks in his hands. I blinked, and followed my cue.

"And I will be completely naked under my skirt, without panties" I said, struggling again to remember to breathe.

Jack reached around my hips with one hand and started slowly tracing a path from the top of my stocking to my pussy. "And why will you be doing this?" he asked.

I looked again at my face in the mirror. "To show Derek that I'm available to him," I whispered. Jack traced a path on the other thigh – if he touches my pussy I'm going to come right now, I thought.

"Available how?" Jack asked, his hand abandoning its course on my thigh and moving behind me to stroke and squeeze my ass.

"I'm available...I'm available to submit to him, for him to use my body for his pleasure, in any way he wishes" I moaned, watching myself say the words.

"And if he is not pleased in any way with your submission, how will he punish you?" he said as he gave one of my cheeks a very hard squeeze. Oh Jack, please, I can't take any more...I begged inside my head.

"I will...I will ask him to spank me," I gulped, my head spinning at the sight, sound and feeling of what was being done to me.

"And what is my only rule for your submission to Derek?" Jack asked. As if to remind me, he placed a hand on each of my ass cheeks and pulled them apart slightly, exposing the moist cleft to the chilling breeze from the ceiling fan.

"You...you will watch the first time..." 

I blinked, caught my breath, and then concentrated on becoming the submissive woman I saw in the mirror.

"You will watch the first time Derek sodomizes me." 

I can't believe how hot I looked saying that, I thought.

"Very good, Tammy," Jack said. He turned and took a step away, to the wingback chair in the corner. He picked up the seat cushion and returned to my side, placing the cushion at his feet.

"Kneel, Tammy."

He held my shoulders as I dropped to my knees on the cushion. I had sensed last night that he enjoyed my fantasy about being forced to suck off Derek with my hands tied behind my back. He unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled his erection through the fly of his boxers. "Suck me, Tammy," he said.

I was only too eager to obey, as I took the head in my mouth and ran my tongue around and over it as fast as I could. I licked the underside, then returned to the head and moved my mouth down on it until his cock brushed the back of my throat.

Jack didn't say a word – the sound of my breathing, slurping and sucking seemed to fill the room. He occasionally stroked my hair, or ran a finger down my hollowed cheek to caress the skin of my neck above the collar. 

Eventually, he moved both hands to my head, and his breathing became faster. I squeezed my lips as tightly as I could around his cock, furiously licking the shaft as it moved from my teeth to the back of my throat. His hands gripped my head, and I eagerly welcomed his climax in my mouth, seeing it as proof that I could live up to my fantasies.

I swallowed gratefully as Jack withdrew from my mouth. I looked up at him, his blue eyes sparkling, a proud and satisfied smile on his lips. 

"Jack, please," I begged. "Please make me come."

He helped me to my feet, the collar chain swinging between my breasts. "OK," he whispered in my ear. "You've earned it."

He took the chain and turned me to face the foot of the bed. "Bend over onto the bed, Tammy," he said, holding my shoulders so I wouldn't fall awkwardly.

I closed my eyes as I lay face down on the bed, my ass raised behind me. I felt the collar pushing against my neck, the chain tingling on the skin between my breasts. I didn't know and didn't care what Jack was going to do to me -- I felt like every muscle in my body was wound as tight as possible, and that the slightest stimulation would snap them all at once.

I startled at the almost imperceptible touch of his fingers at the top of my ass. With agonizing lightness, his fingers traced parallel paths down each cheek, just inside the garters, withdrawing when they reached the tops of my stockings.

I licked my lips in anticipation – anticipation of what, exactly, I didn't know, but whatever it was, it would bring me relief. He started at the top of my ass again, but this time, his hands stopped before they reached my thighs. 

I felt him gently pull my cheeks apart, and he blew a soft, warm breath onto the tight orifice between them.

I shuddered as I realized he was going to tongue my ass, an activity that I always enjoyed, but never understood why Jack seemed to like it so much. His tongue in my ass always gave me incredibly powerful orgasms.

His hands spread my cheeks farther apart, and I felt his lips slowly press against the inside of my ass, kissing in the valley right next to my anus. He withdrew, then kissed the other side.

"Oh, Jack, please," I begged, clenching and unclenching my handcuffed hands behind my back in an effort to urge my body over the edge.

He responded by pressing the hot, wet tip of his tongue against my rosebud, the lingering tenderness from Friday night now seeming to magnify my enjoyment as his tongue slowly circled and flicked the sensitive flesh. I felt the first twinges of my orgasm just as Jack drove his tongue into the tiny hole, pushing me into a climax that just seemed to roll over my body like a long, continuous avalanche.

After I stopped convulsing, Jack gently unlocked and removed the handcuffs. I rolled over onto my back and rubbed my wrists. Eventually, I sat up on the bed, and Jack removed the collar and chain from my neck.

As we got ready for bed, I could feel myself still trembling inside. Neither of us said a word, and we climbed into bed together. He pressed his body against mine, and draped an arm across my waist.

After a moment, I worked up the courage to speak. 

"Jack?"

"Yes, Tammy?" he replied. 

"I just wanted to say thank you for tonight. That was amazing – I'm still shaking inside."

"I'm very glad you liked it," he said, giving me a kiss on the shoulder.

My body was not at all close to going to sleep. After another silence, I spoke again.

"So where did the collar come from?"

Jack chuckled. "After my workout yesterday, I did a little shopping for some surprises. That's where the comforter and the straps last night came from. And the chain too," he added.

"You're so sneaky," I teased, giving his thigh a little slap.

"So are there any other surprises waiting for me?" I asked a moment later.

"If I told you that, it wouldn't be a surprise would it?" he answered playfully.

A few more moments passed, and the aftershocks inside my body began to fade.

"I know I already said this, but thank you again. I don't think I've ever had an orgasm quite like that before."

He patted my ass. "Tammy," he said with a sexy, quiet growl, "you're going to do a lot of things this week that you've never done before."

To be continued...



Tammy's Middle Aged Adventure Ch. 04



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Monday began with the weekday choreography of taking showers, eating breakfasts, packing lunches, and getting three kids to three different schools. Then back home to work. At least until the stores opened.

I got back home after Jack did, and found him on the phone at his desk, talking to a client about the data he needed pulled from their databases in order to perform his analysis. As I sat down at my desk, the doorbell rang and I went to open it for the cleaning service. I chatted with the woman about paying particular attention to the floor around the island in the kitchen. Finally, I sat down at my desk, opened my email and started triaging priorities.

By the time Jack had finished his call, I was in the midst of one, following up on the status of a client survey that was in the field. Immersed as I was in my work, I didn't notice the time until Jack turned away from his computer, and stood. "You going to be ready to go in a few minutes, Tam?" he asked.

I looked at my watch, and saw it was 9:40. I also remembered what we were going to be doing that morning. "Sure, Jack, I just have to finish one more thing to send to Liz to look at before the staff meeting this afternoon."

"OK," he replied, kissing me on the top of the head. "I'll be waiting in the kitchen."

I shook my head as he walked out of the office, amazed at how casual and natural this errand seemed. I recalled last night's session, and Jack's comment about how I would be doing a lot of things this week I'd never done before, and felt my pulse quicken slightly in response.

Grabbing my purse from my desk, I walked into the kitchen. Jack took me in his arms and gave me a very warm, loving kiss. "Let's go, my willing bride" he said with a smile.

I slid into the passenger seat of Jack's sedan, and as he turned on the ignition, the crescendoing strings of a passage from Phantom of the Opera boomed through the speakers. He put the car in reverse, and put his right hand on the back of my seat to help him look behind the car as we backed down the driveway.

"The show last week was great, did I tell you that already?" he said. "No, you haven't actually told me much about your trip," I replied. "I guess we've been kind of occupied by other things," I noted. 

Jack was in Europe perhaps every two months and on virtually every trip to London he went to go see "Phantom." I had kidded him on past trips about that, but he had said it was a nice, little break from what he called the "deep geek" part of his consulting practice.

We pulled out onto the major road nearest our house, and after the song finished I clicked off the CD player.

"So you and Mike McGuire were going to get me drunk and do me in a threeway????" I blurted out, unable to suppress the question for any longer.

"Yup. We had it all planned out," Jack said, leaning his head back against the headrest. 

"So what were you guys going to do???" I saw a slight smile cross Jack's lips. 

"Well, you remember junior and senior year I was in that double room on the third floor, when I roomed with Bill?" 

"Yes, I remember we used to screw like bunnies in the inner room."

"Didn't we though?" he said, winking at me. 

"Anyway, back to the plan. Mike was social chairman that year and in trying to figure out how to do this I told him that you liked margaritas and daiquiris and drinks like that, so he scheduled a tropical-themed TGIF party the weekend that Bill had to go back to Ohio to be in the wedding party for his older brother or whoever it was."

I was stunned at the level of detail, both that Jack had planned back then and his ability to recall it now – although his memory never ceased to amaze me. We accelerated onto an entrance ramp.

"So the outer room had the fire escape outside the window. When Mike saw us go upstairs, he was going to go up onto the fire escape and watch through the window. We'd start making out and I would get you undressed in the outer room, and when we went into the inner room, I'd unlock the hallway door and Mike would come into the outer room and quietly get himself undressed."

I shook my head, and felt the familiar knotting in my stomach. "So then what, he'd just walk in and say ‘Hi Jack, mind if I screw your girlfriend?'"

Jack laughed. "No, no, the plan was for him to listen until we really got going, and I'd ask you to climb on top of me. While he listened to us fuck he'd get his cock lubed up and as you got closer and closer to coming, I'd pull you down on top of me and hold you tight against my chest and he'd come in and slide his cock up your ass."

I let my head fall against the seat's headrest, absolutely astonished at what my husband was describing. I had thought Mike was pretty hot. And after a couple of daiquiris I probably would have gone for it. Probably?? Definitely – even without the daiquiris! 

"But you called it off?" I said finally. Jack signaled to exit the highway – the mall was only one stop off the highway. "Yup. I tried to take your ass the week before the party but that didn't work out real well." I searched my memory without success.

"I don't remember that, Jack." 

"Sunscreen?" he said simply, and instantly the memory was triggered. "Owwwwwwwwww, yes, now I remember." In the heat of the moment I had agreed to try anal sex, but the only lubricant he had in the room was a bottle of sunscreen. Needless to say, the effort didn't get very far.

"Wow. Just think, if you'd just had a jar of Vaseline or something…" I said after a moment. 

"I know," he said, shrugging his shoulders as we approached the mall. He wasn't one to spend a lot of time fretting about "what if." 

I looked out the window, reflecting on what Jack had just told me. "It's kind of a shame we had to wait so many years to finally try it," I said. "Given how much I like it now maybe you should have just forced me to try it at some point," I said, thinking aloud.

"Tammy, I would never force you to do anything you didn't want to do, in bed or otherwise" he said emphatically. "I was very pleased whenever it was, ten or eleven years ago when you became willing to let me come in your mouth, and last year when you wanted to try anal sex."

He pulled into a parking space and turned off the car. "And on Friday, when you swallowed my come. And tomorrow," he said, giving me a kiss, "when you begin to give yourself to Derek."

We walked hand in hand through the parking lot, and my heart filled with love for my husband. What did I do to deserve a man like this? And is there anything I wouldn't do to please him? 

Jack held open the door for me, and we walked in. The mall was, not surprisingly, very quiet – a few mallwalkers, elderly couples getting some exercise, young mothers with carriages doing the same. 

Neither of us had ever said where we were going to go but we both knew our first stop would be Victoria's Secret.

"Good morning!" the young woman behind the register greeted us cheerily. We were probably her first customers of the day. "Can I help you find anything?" she asked earnestly.

"I'm looking for some new bras," I said, "something nice and feminine, maybe a little lacy?" 

"Right over there," she said, pointing to a corner display. "If I can help you with anything, just let me know!"

Jack and I walked over to the display. "So black lace, you think?" I said in a voice that I hope the clerk couldn't overhear. I felt myself starting to get very aroused by this deliciously naughty little shopping expedition. "Mmmm-hmmmm," he said, "maybe a couple of other colors too."

That's good, I thought, he's not necessarily expecting me to screw Derek tomorrow, it's more realistic to think it might take a couple of encounters.

I was surprised at my thoughts, and quickly found my size in three different styles. "Excuse me, miss," I said, approaching the clerk. "Would it be OK if my husband joined me in the dressing room? I want to get his opinion on these."

The young lady, who couldn't have been more than 22, smiled, no doubt amused at the idea of a woman in her 40s getting bra advice from her husband.

If you only knew why I'm buying bras with my husband today, I thought. 

"Well, as long as you two promise no funny business," she said, wagging her finger at us in jest, "sure, it's ok. Monday mornings are always slow."

"Thank you so much," I said. "Let's go, shall we, Jack?"

We went into the small changing room and I pulled the curtain shut. "Want to help me get my blouse off?" I whispered. "Sure, I'd be happy to," he replied, unbuttoning the blouse and walking behind me to pull it off. He reached around me to unsnap my bra, and there I stood, stripped to the waist, behind a flimsy curtain with my husband. He rubbed a finger across one of my nipples. "Hey," I whispered, "remember what she said, no funny business!"

"I just need to make sure you're in the proper frame of mind for what you're doing, Tammy," he said, leaning over to whisper it in my ear. "When you wear this for Derek tomorrow, you need to be oozing sexuality."

I gulped and put on the first bra, black satin trimmed with black lace. I looked at myself in the mirror, pleased with my figure and how the bra looked on me. "What do you think of this one Jack?" He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, his eyes showing something that I could only describe as calculated lust.

"I like the lace but I think it covers up too much. You want Derek to see your bra but you also want him to see, and want, your breasts inside it," he noted. His thoughtful assessment of my body and how best to present it to seduce my unwitting United Way colleague continued to fan the heat simmering inside me.

I took off that one and put on another one. "Yes, that's MUCH better," Jack said, tracing a finger along the edge of the fabric, which passed within perhaps a quarter inch of my areola. "Jack, please," I pleaded in a whisper as I held his finger away from my breast. "You're going to make me want to get off right here!" 

He smiled and pulled his hand away. "Tammy, you say that like it's a bad thing…."

I slipped off the second bra and put on the third. This one didn't have lace but it was a very smooth, black satin that also had a deep plunge front. I put my hands behind my back, thrusting my breasts out like they had been last night. Twisting my torso slightly back and forth, I asked "And how do you think Derek would like this, hmmm?"

"Unless he's gay, he'd love it, quite a lot," Jack said. "Why don't we get one of each of those in black and maybe the lace one in white and maybe pink too?" he suggested. 

I wondered briefly if anything in Jack's inventory management algorithms could predict a woman buying four bras with her husband to seduce another man, but the thought drifted away as I put on my original bra and pulled on my blouse. Jack pulled back the changing room curtain just before I was fully dressed. "Jack!" I said, with a sense of modesty that, I realized, made very little sense given why we were shopping.

"Oh come on, sweetheart, the woman said there's never anyone here on Monday mornings…"

It was very clear Jack was enjoying himself a great deal. And truth be told, I was too – what woman wouldn't enjoy this – getting advice from a man you love on how to spark animal lust in a man?

We walked out of the changing area back into the store. "You've already got black and white garter belts, right?" Jack asked as we passed a display. "Yes, honey, if I remember correctly you bought them for me some time ago."

He stopped at a table filled with packages of stockings. "Let's get you some new stockings though, we want to make sure you're wearing a fresh pair for him." I found my size and picked out packages of black, white and charcoal stockings, all topped in lace.

We then found the white and pink bras and walked to the counter at the front of the store.

I placed the items on the counter and the salesgirl returned to help us. "Did you find everything you were looking for?" she asked pleasantly as she started scanning the bar codes. "Yes, everything was fine," I said, looking down at the garments, somewhat stunned and more than somewhat aroused that I was actually doing this.

I looked up, and saw that the wall behind the salesclerk was covered by a huge mirror. I gazed at my reflection, momentarily recalling what I looked like in the mirror last night – the collar, the chain, the heightened sensitivity of every part of my body. Without consciously thinking, I clasped my hands behind my back, and I felt my breath quickening at the memory – maybe I should have had Jack get me off in the changing room…

"You know we're having a special sale on panties this week? Buy four and get the fifth free?" the salesgirl said as she finished scanning the lingerie, wrapped it and placed it in a bag.

"No thanks," I said, making quick eye contact with my husband, and then looking at my reflection in the mirror behind her. 

"I won't be needing any panties." 

"OK, that'll be $156.58, with tax."

Jack took out his wallet and gave her a credit card, giving me a slight smile as he did so. "Very good, Tammy," he said quietly, noting my posture while the salesgirl turned to swipe the credit card. "I see you're getting into this."

As we walked out of the store, Jack slapped my rear end with the Victoria's Secret bag. "Just hearing you say that was worth every penny we spent in there," he said.

I couldn't believe how hot I was getting – both Jack's enthusiasm for my seduction and submission to Derek, and, as much as I would have liked to deny it, my own excitement about it. I know I had resolved I'd just play along,

…but Jack has been wanting this for twenty plus years. And if he'd tried anything but sunscreen in college I would have done this back then…

"So where do we go to find the blouse that will help show off those beautiful breasts to Derek?" Jack asked a moment later, his tone and his words further stoking the heat between my legs.

"Let's try Christopher & Banks," I said, pointing down one of the wings of the mall. "They have a good selection."

We walked hand in hand through the mall, and I felt like I was almost skipping, I felt so alive. After being greeted by the sales clerk at Christopher & Banks, we walked to a section of blouses, and I started searching through the racks, picking out three or four that I would try on.

I plucked out the black lace bra from the Victoria's Secret bag, and turned to walk to the changing room, telling Jack I'd be back to model for him.

I closed the changing room door behind me, and quickly took off my blouse and bra, replacing it with the new one. I looked at myself in the mirror – Jack was right, it is a lot sexier to see more skin exposed. I put on the first blouse, a very dark grey silk. I pulled the neck open a bit wider to make sure my bra would be visible, and walked back out to show it to Jack.

"What do you think of this one?" I said, walking up to him and seeing his eyes dart down to my chest. The "calculated lust" look was back.

"Mmmmmm," he said, eyeing me up and down. "The fabric and the cut are good but the color isn't right – the blouse is too close to the color of the bra. When he looks inside your blouse you want to make sure he knows he's seeing your bra and your breasts."

Again, his assessment of my body and how to use it as Derek bait further fed my simmering arousal.

I wonder if we could just use the changing room here, I thought. Nah, we'll have time at home before I have to go to the office. 

"OK, let me try the next one."

I returned to the changing room and stripped off the first blouse. Again, I gazed at myself in the mirror, turning my chest slightly, admiring how my breasts were cradled by the black, lacy fabric, and thinking how sexy the pale, white skin was against the delicate, black lace. 

I ran my fingers across the lace, then used my thumbs to brush my nipples through the fabric. I closed my eyes and slipped a hand down the front of my unzipped jeans – my pussy was soaked. I slipped a finger in, gave my clit a quick rub, then pulled my hand away.

OK, next blouse, Tammy…

The next one was a deep, wine-colored broadcloth. I buttoned it up, pulled the neck as wide as I could, breathed deeply, and walked back out into the store, where Jack was seated in a chair.

"That took a little while," he said, smiling, as he stood up. "Sorry, I, um, got distracted a little bit in there," I said, rolling my eyes in embarrassment.

"Not a problem," Jack said, undoubtedly guessing the exact nature of my "distraction." He ran his eyes over the blouse, walking to my left to get a better look inside it. "Now that one's perfect – good contrast against your skin and the bra. How tall did you say Derek was?"

I thought back to the United Way meeting. "I, I don't really know, I was sitting down at the time, but he seemed really tall in the doorway – maybe six two? Six three?"

Jack raised his six foot frame up on his toes and looked down inside the blouse. "You know what would be perfect, Tam? If you unbuttoned that button too," he said, referring to the highest button I currently had fastened. The next button below that was about an inch below the snap of the bra.

I unbuttoned it, and the right side of the blouse fell away slightly from my body. 

"Oh, that's beautiful, Tammy," Jack whispered enthusiastically, slowly shaking his head from side to side and rubbing his index finger back and forth across his lower lip. "That's perfect." The calculating look had disappeared from his eyes, leaving only lust as he gazed at my breasts.

OK, let's get this wrapped up and get back home to get me off, I thought.

"This one's a keeper, then," I said, giving Jack a kiss before I turned to go back to the changing room. Once there, I looked at myself in the mirror – even without a height advantage I saw Jack was right -- you could see a lot inside the blouse when I turned the right way. 

But could I really have it unbuttoned that far in a United Way meeting?

As I pulled off the blouse and started to put on another one, my cell phone rang. From the caller id, I could see it was the office.

"Hi Tammy, it's Jeff – sorry to bother you, I tried to reach you at home but you weren't there..."

Crap – then this is some kind of emergency. 

"Yes, I had to go take care of a couple of things with Jack." 

And I'm standing here in a changing room in a black lace bra and jeans, about to go home and fuck wildly while Jack and I discuss how I'm going to flash Derek tomorrow…

"Anyway, Linda's boss wants an update on the focus group results and she's gone all apeshit because she hasn't gotten an update from us since Thursday, could you come in for a conference call with her at 11:30? She's got a touch base meeting with her boss at 1:00 and she's an hour ahead of us."

I looked at my watch – 11:00.

"Yeah, I can make it in, just barely," I said, exhaling. I closed my eyes and tried to think through what would be needed to soothe Linda – she always seemed nervous about something. "Can you ask Sarah to sit in on the phone call too, she's pretty up to speed on where they're at."

"Sure Tammy, thanks -- see you in a bit." Click.

I pulled on my original blouse and walked out of the changing room. "I heard your phone, something wrong?" Jack asked.

"Yes," I said, my voice reflecting my frustration. "I have to go into the office for an 11:30 conference call, one of our clients needs some hand-holding."

"That's ok, Tammy, we've got what we came for," Jack added reassuringly as we walked to the sales desk.




Tammy's Middle Aged Adventure Ch. 04



We got the bras and stockings and blouse but I need an orgasm – bad!

We left the mall and raced home. I ran into the house, grabbed my briefcase and the keys for my Chevy Suburban. Jack was walking into the office.

"Thanks for the shopping trip, Jack," I said, resting my head briefly on his shoulder. "I was hoping to be doing something other than a conference call at the office about now."

"Soon enough, Tammy," he said, kissing me on the top of the head.

"Gotta run – see you later."

As I pulled out of the driveway, I checked the dashboard clock – 11:15. I'd just make it to the office in time for the call.

I looked at the clock again, and realized that in less than 24 hours, I'd be sitting at a conference table with Derek, trying to position myself for him to see my breasts.

And what if he notices and likes what he sees? I thought. What if he asks me out for a drink or something? How far will I go with this?

There was nothing I wouldn't do for Jack, especially after everything he'd said and done over the last few days. 

This would be so much easier if Jack just somehow demanded that I do this. But Jack said he would never force me to do anything. But he is SO turned on by this idea. Hell, I'm so turned on by this idea. But I still shouldn't do this because….because, well, I just shouldn't.

I was pulling into the parking lot of the office, and knew I'd soon have to switch my brain from horny middle-aged woman to calm, organized marketing advisor.

I'll go, I'll wear what Jack wants me to wear, I'll flirt, and then whatever happens, happens.

With that comfortably ambiguous decision behind me, I walked into the office.

The conference call went fine, and I thought about sneaking home for a quickie before the 1:00 staff meeting. Unfortunately, the owner of the firm wanted to get an update on a proposal I was working on for another client, and before I knew it, it was 12:40 – not enough time to go home and back.

I thought my luck had changed when the staff meeting wrapped up inside an hour, thanks to one of my longer-winded colleagues being out with the flu. On the way home, I called the house to alert Jack that I was on my way home. After two rings, the answering machine picked it up.

Puzzled, I tried Jack's cell phone, and it, too, went into voice mail.

I pulled into the driveway, and as the garage door opened I saw that Jack's car was gone. I walked through the house, as always enjoying its fleeting moments in such a pristine, post-cleaning-service state. 

As I finally walked into the office, I saw a Post It on my monitor: "Gone to work out, I'll pick up the kids unless I hear from you. Love, Jack."

His cell phone was probably in his locker or his car. I briefly considered calling the club and asking them to page Jack, but I decided not to – I had told him I probably wouldn't be home until after 3:30, so I couldn't really be upset that he wasn't home. 

Could I go to the club too and we could sneak into the sauna???

Don't be ridiculous, I thought. Picking up the phone, I called his cell. "Hi Jack, it's me, listen the staff meeting got out early so I'm home, and I think we still have some unfinished business from this morning. See ya soon."

Sitting at my desk, I checked my email and voice mail, my arousal stubbornly refusing to dissipate.

Crap, this day had started off SO well…

I played a game of solitaire on the computer, and it gave me an idea.

I didn't have to wait for Jack to get home to get started, did I? I walked into the bedroom, and closed the shades.

Standing in front of the dresser in the darkened room, I slowly unbuttoned my blouse – I was still wearing the black lace bra we had bought that morning. I again admired how my breasts looked in the sexy garment as I tossed the blouse on the bed.

I raised my hands and ran a finger along the lace cupping each breast, sensitizing the flesh underneath it.

"Your breasts please me greatly, Tammy," the male voice in my head said. "Now remove your jeans."

"Thank you, Master Derek," I whispered, as I unbuttoned and pulled them down, stepping out of them. I again stroked my breasts, and reached behind me to caress my ass.

"I'm ready to submit, Master Derek," I said, stripping off my panties and looking at myself again in the mirror. Thinking the picture was incomplete, I went to the dresser drawer where Jack kept our toys. 

I returned to the mirror, and watched as I slowly put the leather collar around my neck. The electric tingles started throughout my body again.

"How do you wish to use my body?" I said, squeezing one breast while my other hand lingered in the curls between my legs.

"I will take your pussy first, Tammy. On your back, on the bed."

As I turned to obey the silent command, I screamed as I saw a figure in the bedroom door. 

"JACK! I didn't hear the garage door open!" 

He walked towards me, smiling. "That's because you left it open when you got home," he said quietly. "Go on," he said, putting his arm around my waist and pushing me towards the bed.

"You don't have a lot of time, Tammy. Finish what you were doing. I just want to watch you."

He crossed over to the wingback chair and sat down. I had never masturbated in front of Jack before, but at the moment I just wanted to reach the orgasm I had been anticipating for hours.

I lay back and closed my eyes, stroking and squeezing my breasts and running my hands up my thighs. My fantasy continued in my head – Derek squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples, finally pushing himself into me. The idea that Jack was watching, enjoying all of this turned me on even more.

Pulling my left breast out of the bra, I flicked my thumb back and forth quickly across the erect nipple. My other hand worked my pussy and clit, as my mind raced with the thought of Derek pounding into me. I felt my climax approach, and then explode -- hours of tension suddenly, instantly released. I rode the climax for a long time, spurred on by the thought that Jack would be watching and enjoying his wife's wanton exhibitionism.

Finally, my arms fell away from my body, and I looked over at Jack, a very large smile on his face. 

"The bra certainly seems to be working," he said as he stood and walked over to the bed, sitting down on it.

"The collar is probably a little too overt for tomorrow, though" he said, leaning over and kissing my sweaty breast.

"But don't worry, I'm sure Derek will see you in it before too long."

He gave me another kiss, this one on the lips. "Tomorrow will be here soon enough," he said. "But you'd better get dressed, the kids'll be getting out of school soon."

He returned to the office, letting me get changed in private. I thought I'd feel some sort of shame or embarrassment at being caught masturbating – masturbating with a bondage collar on! – but I felt nothing of the sort – only a dreamlike satisfaction or tranquility.

The rest of the afternoon and evening was indistinguishable from any other. When Jack and I had gotten into bed, I pushed my body against him, hoping he might do for real what I had only imagined Derek doing a few hours earlier.

He sensed my friskiness, and put his arms around me. "As much as I'd like to enjoy you tonight, Tammy," he said with a whisper, "I think you should go to the meeting tomorrow hungry and aroused. So let's just make sure you get a good night's sleep, OK?"

He kissed me on the lips for a long, lingering moment, and then pulled away. I looked at the clock: 10:50. Tuesday was almost here…

To be continued…



Tammy's Middle Aged Adventure Ch. 05



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"Time to start getting ready, Tam." I opened my eyes, and Jack was standing next to the bed, rubbing my shoulder. I glanced at the clock radio and startled at the time – 7:41.

"Don't worry, the kids are eating breakfast and I'll get them to school, you just take your time getting ready for your meeting."

He leaned down and kissed me on the cheek, slipping one hand under the blanket to rub my ass. "Just remember, I want you hungry and aroused for the meeting, so don't make yourself come."

He walked downstairs and I lay in bed, reflecting on what today might bring. When I finally heard the garage door open and close, I pulled myself out of bed and walked to the shower, my stomach tightening with anticipation.

I turned on the shower to let the spray heat up, and was about to simply pull off my pajama top when I decided to enjoy the experience a little bit. I walked out to the mirror by the sinks, and gazed at myself as I pulled off the top, and raised my hands to my bare breasts, pinching my erect nipples between thumb and forefinger.

I moved my hands down my torso, and slipped my thumbs behind the waistband of my panties. As I pulled them down my legs, I shuddered as I realized that my pussy and ass would be uncovered for the rest of the day.

I stroked my pussy lips teasingly as I watched my reflection. Turning to one side, I bent forward slightly, pushing my ass back. "So you want to watch Derek fuck my ass, hmmm?" I said out loud, reaching back to run a hand over the smooth skin of my ass.

Steam was starting to pour out of the bathroom, and I reluctantly pulled myself away from the exhibitionist/ voyeuristic thrill of the mirror.

I turned the shower into an erotic ritual, as I carefully lathered and rinsed every part of my body, reminding myself of everything that had happened to me over the last seven days. As the hot water pulsed down on me, I would stroke my pussy, or caress the wet slickness of my breasts, or slowly run a finger down my ass, pausing to tease the little hole that had apparently been the focus of Jack's three-way fantasies for many years.

Finally, I shut off the shower and toweled myself dry. After slipping on my terry cloth robe, I laid out my new bra, blouse and stockings on the bed, retrieved a black garter belt from my lingerie drawer and pulled a dark gray, mid-length Italian wool skirt from my closet.

"Now nails and makeup," I said giddily, feeling like a sorority girl preparing for a formal. I selected a shade of dark red nail polish from my collection of rarely-used bottles and walked to the bathroom counter to apply it.

I carefully applied the nail polish to each nail, pausing occasionally to look at my reflection in the mirror. After I finished the third nail on my first hand, I heard the garage door open, signaling Jack's return. I smiled and breathed deeply, imagining how hot the sex would be later today.

A moment later, Jack appeared behind me. "Excellent choice of color, Tam," he said as he wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my neck. "I have a little surprise for you to help get you in the mood while you're getting ready," he said as ducked back into the bedroom. I heard a dresser drawer open and close, and I saw Jack appear in the doorway, his hands behind his back.

"Turn around, Tammy," he said. I turned my back to the mirror, facing my husband. He smiled, and walked towards me, giving me a soft kiss on the lips, and then raising his hands to the lapels of my robe, pulling them apart to expose my breasts.

He opened his right hand, and lying in his palm I saw what I thought were two strange-looking tweezers. I quickly realized they were two nipple clamps.

He lifted one and brushed the black-rubber-tipped end against my right nipple, which responded by instantly hardening in anticipation.

"Wearing these while you're getting ready will help make sure your nipples are extra sensitive during the meeting with Derek," he said as he circled the erect nipple with the clamp.  

"Put your hands on the counter behind you," he said quietly but firmly. I blinked and reached behind me, thrusting my breasts forward. My nipples are naturally very, very sensitive, and I didn't know how I would handle them being squeezed for so long.

I only knew I was very eager to find out.

I closed my eyes as I felt the clamp slide up both sides of my right nipple, feeling the pinch tighten as Jack adjusted the tension. My hands gripped the counter behind me, and I gasped as the clamp squeezed tighter, and Jack withdrew, letting the clamp dangle from my breast. I looked down, my heart racing, my breath shallow.

"That's not so bad, is it Tammy?" he asked with a smile as he looked at the pink bud of flesh squeezed in between the merciless, rubber-encased steel tips.

I was amazed at how arousing the sensation was – like little bolts of erotic lightning spreading from my breast throughout my body. 

"No," I gasped, "I..I think I can handle it, Jack."

He smiled as he brushed my left nipple with the other clamp. "They aren't at their maximum tension," he said as he placed the tips around my left nipple and started tightening. "But we have to start somewhere."

Again, my fingers tightened on the counter as my nipple was pinched harder and harder. Finally, Jack's hands dropped away, and the lightning bolts redoubled.

"Look at yourself, Tammy," he said, putting his hands on my shoulders and turning me to face the mirror. I stared at the reflection of my breasts, the shiny steel of the clamps glinting from the lights surrounding the mirror.

Jack wrapped his arms around my waist again, kissing my neck. "How do they feel, Tammy?" he whispered.

"They…they hurt a little but it feels so…so intensely sexual," I whispered in reply, as I lifted my hands to cup my breasts.

"Perfect," Jack replied quietly. "Just finish getting ready and when you're ready to put on your bra, I'll take them off for you."

His hands dropped down below the tied belt of my robe, and slipped inside the robe, between my legs. A finger slowly ran the length of my pussy.

"It's good that you're so aroused," he said. "I'll make an appointment to get your pussy waxed," he said, finally pulling his hands away and letting the robe fall closed below the belt.

"I'll be in the office, just let me know when you're ready for the clamps to come off."

He turned and walked away, leaving me to finish getting ready. My hands shook as I completed applying the nail polish – my arousal was incredible, and I could feel my pulse in my nipples as the clamps pinched the flesh. 

I tried shaking my hands to get the nail polish to dry faster, but the movement seemed to sharpen the bite of the clamps. 

After a moment or two of standing still, letting my nails dry and contemplating the electric sensations emanating from my breasts, I turned to makeup. Nothing too much, I thought, breathing shallowly, just some mascara, eyeshadow and lipstick.

Raising my hands to my face to apply the makeup seemed to spark new torrents of electricity from my tortured nipples, sparking an almost unquenchable thirst to masturbate. Breathing deeply to try to control my body's desire for release, I applied the makeup, then walked into the bedroom.

Watching myself in the dresser mirror, I slowly removed the robe, letting it puddle on the floor at my feet. 

I wonder how much tighter they can go? I thought as I looked at my nude body, adorned only by the nipple clamps.

Turning to the bed, I picked up the garter belt and put it on. I ripped open the package of black stockings, and slowly, sensually pulled them up each leg as I leaned against the foot of the bed. I stood and connected the garters to the lacy tops, pausing for a moment to tweak my eager clit.

Next, I pulled a black half slip out of my dresser and stepped into it, the silky fabric caressing my naked ass as I slid it over the garter belt. I smoothed the slip over my pussy, giving it a little rub, before I stepped into the skirt, pulling it on, zipping and buttoning it in back, each movement of my arms accompanied by electric stings from the center of my breasts.

I glanced at the clock – 9:27.

I slipped on my shoes, and gave myself a final glance in the mirror before I picked up my bra and blouse and headed to the office.

"I'm almost ready to go, Jack," I said, standing in the doorway, feeling incredibly sexy standing there, naked beneath my skirt and naked above it, save for the clamps.

He turned in his chair, stood and walked towards me, his face a mixture of pride and lust.

Stopping a yard in front me, he crossed his arms. "Raise your skirt, Tammy."

I leaned over to grasp the hem, the sudden, increased blood flow in my breasts accentuating the bite of the clamps. I lifted the skirt and the slip at once, looking as Jack surveyed my stocking-clad legs and the bare sex between them.

"Turn around."

I slowly pirouetted as Jack watched my naked ass, framed by the black garters.

When I was facing him again, I saw again his smile of pride and lust – pride at his wife's willingness to participate in a shared fantasy, lust at the thought of her submitting to another man.

"Before I remove the clamps, you need to promise something," he said.

I wanted the clamps off, not so much because they hurt (though they did), but because I wanted to move on to the next part of the adventure.

"What is it, Jack?" I whispered.

"When you're driving to and from the meeting," he said, extending a finger to brush an areola, "I want you to lift your skirt, so that your ass is in direct contact with the leather seat."

I gulped. "Yes, Jack, I promise. I'll lift my skirt."

"Very good, Tammy," he said, as he raised his hands to the clamp on my right breast.

"I understand this may hurt a bit," he said as he removed the clamp and my nerves seemed to shoot through with sharp needles as blood flowed back into the nipple.

He repeated the procedure with the other one, then bent over to kiss them and flick his tongue across the incredibly sensitive buds.

He backed away, and I pulled on the black bra, clasping it in front, looking at Jack out of the corner of my eye. He had been right about the clamps – I felt as though I could feel every thread of each cup rubbing against my nipples.

The blouse was next. I deliberately left it unbuttoned as Jack had asked in the store when we bought it.

"I think I'm ready," I said.

Jack took me in his arms and drilled his tongue into my mouth, his hands dropping to my ass, stroking and squeezing my cheeks through the skirt and slip.

"Yes, you are ready," he replied. We looked into each other's eyes for a long moment.

"Thank you for everything, Jack," I said finally.

"Thank you, Tammy," he replied.

Unable to think of anything else to say, I left the office, grabbed my briefcase and walked into the garage. I opened the driver's door of my Suburban, tossed my briefcase onto the passenger seat, then lifted my slip and skirt. Stepping into the driver's seat, I bit my lip as my bare ass touched the cold, stiff leather of the seat.

I want to come so bad….

I closed my eyes, took several deep breaths to try to contain my arousal, and pressed the garage door opener. After a week of intense fantasy and preparation, I was on my way to my meeting with Derek, hungry and aroused…

To be continued…

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Tammy's Middle Aged Adventure Ch. 06



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It was an unseasonably warm day, and as I pulled out of the neighborhood I put down the driver's window. The breeze from the wind rushing through it caused the loose fabric of my blouse to flap against my breasts, sparking a torrent of arousal that spread from my hypersensitive nipples to my bare pussy. As I approached a yellow light, I again forced myself to breathe deeply, trying to chase away the erotic kaleidoscope that my brain was creating.

This whole fantasy comes to a shrieking halt if I get into an accident on the way to the meeting, I thought. Looking down at my blouse, I refastened the button that was just above the clasp of the bra. As the light turned green, I put on my sunglasses and accelerated, my arousal now limited to the feeling of my naked ass and thighs against the leather seat.

Fifteen minutes later, I arrived at the building where we had our meetings. I pulled into a parking spot, turned off the ignition, closed my eyes and felt the warm sun on my face, suddenly nervous about what I would be doing for the next couple of hours. Remembering my "decision" yesterday, I grabbed my briefcase, opened the door and as a warm breeze crawled up my skirt to welcome me, I smiled and walked across the parking lot, the spring in my step causing my slip to caress the bare skin of my ass underneath it.

I was about five minutes early for a meeting that ran chronically late and I was the fourth person to arrive. I selected a seat, and placed my briefcase on the chair to my left, since that would give Derek the best view inside my blouse.

As the clock approached and passed 10, the table slowly filled, and I smiled and chit-chatted about the usual suburban things with people I had known for years, who no doubt would have been staggered by the truth of how I had been prepared for this particular meeting.

As I checked my watch, I heard Derek's voice, and my heart raced. I felt someone pass behind me.

"Excuse me, but are you saving this seat for someone?" The sound of his voice made my pussy twitch. I turned to my left, and gave Derek a wide smile. "No, not at all," I lied in reply as I glanced at Derek, and removed my briefcase from the chair. 

"Tammy, isn't it?" he said as he sat down next to me, extending his right hand. I took it in my hand and again felt the electricity I had felt a week ago. 

"Yes, it's Tammy. You have an amazing memory, Derek," I said as I looked into his dark, smiling eyes. 

"Thanks," he said with a little laugh. "But when you're in community relations for a bank, you have to be pretty good with names and faces." He took a pad of paper out of his briefcase, and I shot a glance at his left hand – a band of gold around his ring finger.

Perfect. I can flirt all I want and it won't go anywhere because he's married and Jack will be so turned on by everything I do…

The committee chairman stood and ran through a couple of announcements, including an introduction of an officer from the state organization, who was going to show us a couple of public service announcements that were going to be running on television.

He wheeled in a television, and turned off the conference room lights. I turned to the screen, my back towards Derek, and as everyone else's attention was focused on the clips, I discreetly raised a hand, and unbuttoned my blouse one more button.

When the PSAs concluded and the lights came back on, I turned to face the table, squeezing the arm of the chair to try to bleed off some of the sexual energy that was flowing through my body at the thought of Derek being able to see my bra and breasts.

The officer from the state organization spoke about some changes in funding guidelines that would be made as a result of changes in state policy. Our committee chairman noted that some of our application guidelines would need to be changed.

"Tammy, you wrote the revisions last year, would you want to draft the new ones?" he asked. I struggled to bring enough focus to my brain to respond intelligently. "Oh sure, Mike – I have to do something with my English degree after all!"

That brought a smattering of good-natured claps. "That's great, Tammy, thanks. Would anyone else volunteer to help out on that? Even an English major could use some help."

"Sure, I would." My heart raced at the smooth, deep bass voice. "I gotta do something to earn the big bucks you guys pay after all." 

"That's great, thanks Derek," Mike said. "And I'll be sure to tell the bank about the big bucks you're making here."

I could hardly breathe as the meeting pushed on. The chairman announced a ten-minute break, and I turned to Derek.

"Hope you don't mind another set of hands," he said, "but I have a lot of experience at these sorts of things."

"No, no, not at all," I replied, trying to stay calm. "I'd love your help."

If you only knew how much you'd helped over the last week already…

He pulled out a PDA. "When do you want to get together to work on them? Tomorrow isn't good for me, but Thursday early afternoon would work."

I pulled my calendar out of my briefcase, using the elbow of my right arm to pull my blouse open a little wider. 

"Let me see," I said, fumbling through the pages, only half-deliberately, and finally arriving at the current week. "Thursday afternoon would work for me. Maybe 1:30?"

I turned to look at his face, and his eyes seemed to dart back to his Palm. "You know what, I'm actually free for lunch that day, why don't you come over to the bank around noon and we can go grab a bite, and then go back to my office to do the wordsmithing?"

"Sounds great," I replied, nervous and excited at this turn of events. 

Jack is going to be so hot about this…

I put away the calendar, repeating the move with the elbow, and turned to face Derek.

"So how long have you been in town?" I asked, leaning forward on the table and shifting my shoulders, hoping that the move would flash a bit of breast. 

"We bought a new place out in Prairie Oaks about a month ago," he said. "After living in a little apartment in San Jose it's nice to own something."

"Oh, that's a beautiful subdivision, we don't live too far from there," I said. 

"And what does your wife do?"

"Cynthia's actually still back in California, she's got another year or so to go on her doctorate at Stanford, so I get to play bachelor for a while and get settled in."

I blinked, and swallowed hard. "That…that must be difficult for you," I said.

"Well, as a practical matter it means the house is going to be decorated in Contemporary American Moving Box for a while. But she's having a great experience at Stanford. It isn't easy, but a husband has to help his wife's dreams, right?"

Or fantasies.

"Well," I said, somewhat overwhelmed, "I'm feeling a little bit warm, if you'll excuse me I think I'm going to go grab something to drink."

I left the conference room, dizzy with what had happened. As I stood at the vending machine feeding coins into it, my friend Ellen sidled up to me. "Tammy!" she said in a loud whisper. "Didn't you see me waving to you across the table?"

"No, Ellen, what's wrong?"

"Your blouse is unbuttoned! You were really giving that guy from the bank a show!"

I looked down and tried to act surprised. "Oh dear, thanks!" I said as I rebuttoned it. "I doubt he noticed anything though."

"I wouldn't be so sure," Ellen said. "It looked to me like he was enjoying the view inside!"

I pressed the button for a Diet Coke and the can tumbled noisily out of the machine.

"Well, thanks for letting me know," I said. "We'd better get back to the meeting."

For the rest of the meeting, my mind swam with excitement at the thought that Derek had been looking inside my blouse. 

Was that why he volunteered to work with me? But he volunteered before I pulled my blouse back. Unless he noticed after the lights came back on…

Jack is going to be SO turned on when I tell him…

The meeting finally adjourned, with my mind having spent far more time on what I wanted Jack to do to me tonight than the committee agenda.

"So I'll look forward to seeing you Thursday, Tammy," Derek said with another smile as he stood to leave. "Great, Derek, I know I'm looking forward to it," I said looking up at him, realizing that my mouth was just at the level of his crotch.

I gathered my papers into my briefcase, and walked out into the bright, warm sunshine. Crossing the parking lot, I felt my slip swishing against my ass and thighs with every stride. And between my legs, my pussy desperately ached for relief.

I clicked the remote entry to unlock my SUV, and as I opened the driver's door I was greeted by a wave of hot, stuffy air that had been building up in the bright morning sunshine. I tossed the briefcase onto the passenger seat, and looked at the driver's seat, realizing that it had been facing the direct sun for two hours.

Oh that's going to feel so hot on my ass….

Suddenly eager for another new experience, I looked around to make sure no one was looking, then impulsively lifted the back of my skirt, and climbed into the driver's seat. Taking a deep breath, I eased myself down onto the hot leather, gasping as my bare ass and thighs made contact. In my mind I imagined a sizzling steak as the heat spread from my skin to further stoke my arousal.

I gripped the steering wheel tightly – if I would just slip a finger into my pussy I know that's all it would take…

No, I'll wait for Jack to get me off.

I closed the door, and drove home, my ass and thighs feeling as hot and sensitive as they did after a hard spanking. As I drove, I thought about how I would tell Jack what happened. I also thought about a little request I'd dreamed up during the second half of the meeting – confident Jack would be only too happy to accommodate it.

Finally, I arrived home, and Jack met me as I walked into the house. I threw my arms around him, and kissed him hard. 

"I'm having lunch alone with him on Thursday," I panted in between kisses. "And one of the other women at the meeting said she saw Derek looking right inside my blouse." Jack drove his tongue back into my mouth, and we ran upstairs to the bedroom. He pulled off my skirt, and started fucking me while I told him all the details of my encounter, a story interrupted only for my own orgasm.

When I told him about the hot leather car seat, he had me get onto my hands and knees and drove into my pussy doggy style as he ran his hands over the tender, pink skin. Finally, he gripped my hips and drove into me as deep as he could, groaning as his cock spurted inside me. After a moment, he pulled away, and we both fell on our backs next to each other. For a moment, our heavy breathing was all we could manage. Finally, he rolled onto his side and kissed my neck.

"Wow," I said breathlessly.

"My feelings exactly," he replied.

"It's too bad I have to go into the office," I said, remembering a project meeting at 2:00.

"Well, we can pick it up tonight where we left off," Jack added as his hand slid over my garter belt and to my pussy.

"By the way," he said, "you're getting waxed at 8:45 tomorrow. I'll leave it to you decide whether or not you want to leave a little bit at the top."

I gulped – Jack would no doubt want me panty-less at Thursday's lunch. Having my pussy waxed would make me feel so naked, alone with Derek…

"And tomorrow night, I'm going to tie you spread-eagled on the bed and lick your pussy until you can't stand it any more."

I gasped at the thought, reminded of the special request I had thought up on the way home. It would have to wait until tonight.

Before I left to drive to the office, I tucked a small piece of paper with my "special request" into the kitchen jar that held the coffee beans. Jack usually made himself a cappuccino in the afternoon, and I didn't know if I would actually have the courage to make the request face to face.

For the rest of the afternoon and evening, my arousal lingered just below the surface. When I wasn't reflecting on what had already happened – the ritual of getting dressed, the meeting with Derek, the hot leather seats, the frenzied sex with Jack afterwards – I was thinking ahead to tonight…

We watched the late news together, as we usually did. After the weather forecast, Jack clicked off the television, and turned to me, taking me in his arms.

"I got your note, Tammy," he said as he kissed my neck. My heart started pounding as I anticipated what would happen.

Jack moved his lips to mine, gently kissing me before his tongue snaked into my mouth. After a long, sensuous kiss, he pulled back, and slipped my pajama top over my head. I lay back on the bed, and Jack lowered his lips to my breasts, kissing and licking them as he slowly pulled off my panties, and tossed them on the floor next to the bed.

He again kissed my lips, then stood and walked to the bedroom door, clicking the lock. He opened the bedroom shades, the soft light of the moon streaming in.

Jack stopped by his dresser, and returned to the side of the bed, stripping off his shirt. "Sit up, Tammy," he said. I sat on the bed in front of him, and lowered my head as he put the leather collar around my neck, clicking it shut.

I swallowed hard as the hypersensitivity of my nerve endings returned. Jack stripped off his shorts and his boxers. "Just take it in your mouth, Tammy." I lowered my mouth to the tip of his cock, licking my lips and then sliding the shaft into my mouth. I slowly moved up and down his cock, knowing that fellatio would only be foreplay tonight.

After a few moments, he pulled away. 

"Lie back on the bed, Tammy. And put your hands behind your head."

I closed my eyes, lay back on the bed, and slowly placed my hands behind my head.

Jack placed the nipple clamps between my breasts, then kissed his way up my neck to my ear.

"Some time," he whispered, "I'll take off the rubber covering the tips, and we'll see how you like the steel teeth against your nipples." I trembled at the thought.

He kissed me deeply as his hand cupped my left breast, his thumb brushing the nipple to prepare it.

"Time for the first one. Just keep your hands behind your head."

I closed my eyes, and felt Jack pick up one of the clamps from between my breasts. A moment later, I felt the tips slide up both sides of the tender flesh. Slowly, the tips were pushed together as Jack tightened the clamp. Harder and tighter they pinched-- I held my breath.

Finally, the tightening stopped, and Jack returned to kiss me as the lightning storm spread from my breast throughout my body. I held my hands behind my head as he pulled away, and I again held my breath in anticipation of the second clamp.

Instead, I felt the soft, wet warmth of Jack's tongue flicking across my right nipple – the contrast between the caress of his tongue and the bite of the clamp was incredible. He continued for long minutes, stopping briefly only to squeeze my left breast, sending a new cascade of feelings from the clamp through my body.

He kissed his way up my neck again. "There are all sorts of clamps, Tammy – some that are like tiny vises, some with sharp teeth, some that can have weights added to them." 

"But right now, we have to work on your note."

He flicked his thumb across my right nipple, and I felt the clamp being moved into position. The slow tightening began, and I winced as the pinch grew sharper.

My eyes were watering from the sensation, and I opened them to see Jack gazing at the preparation I had asked for.

"Spread your legs, Tammy," he said as he climbed between them. 

"Jack, no, I…I want it in my ass tonight remember?" I whispered.

"I remember, I just want you to do something first," he said as he placed the tip of his cock against my pussy. 

"Rub my cock up and down your pussy, Tammy, but don't let yourself come" he whispered. We had done this before, but without the "don't come" part.

I moved my right hand from behind my head, and slid it down my stomach to grasp Jack's cock.

Slowly, I moved it up and down the slick flesh, the movement of my arm making the clamps seem to bite harder, at the same time the pleasure from my pussy seemed to make me want to move it faster. I was approaching delirium as Jack leaned into me, letting me take the head of his cock between my pussy lips and making me hungrier for release. "Jack, please, I can't take much more without coming," I begged as I stroked myself with his cock.

He pulled back, and lay down next to me. He pulled the lube out of the nightstand, and asked me to get up on my hands and knees.

I rolled over, and the change in position and blood flow resharpened the bite of the clamps. I spread my legs, and a moment later, felt Jack spreading my cheeks, followed by the cold of the lube being applied to my asshole by one, then two fingers.

Lowering my head to the bed, I hooked my thumbs into the collar ring as Jack moved behind me, placed the lubricated tip of his cock between my cheeks, and slowly started pushing into my ass.

My orgasm started before he had fully penetrated me, and as my entire body was consumed by my climax, Jack started working on his own, gripping my hips and driving his cock as far into my ass as he could. As I floated back down from my own orgasm, he grasped my ass tightly in his hands, and came deep inside me.

He withdrew with a "pop," and I collapsed on the bed, suddenly aware of how very tight the clamps were. "Jack, can you please take these off now??" I begged.

As had happened this morning, their removal brought a new wave of sensations. The collar came off next, and we lay on the bed next to each other.

"Wow," Jack said finally.

"My feelings exactly," I said, repeating the dialogue from earlier in the day.

Twenty minutes later, we were fast asleep, our bodies pressed together under the blankets.

…to be continued

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Tammy's Middle Aged Adventure Ch. 07



Note to readers: In the interest of moving the story forward, I will skip the details of my Wednesday Brazilian bikini waxing (truthfully not all that erotic), and that evening's session with my husband's tongue and cock on my newly-hairless pussy while I was blindfolded, tied down and spread-eagled on the bed (truthfully, INCREDIBLY erotic!). I will only say that if you're a woman who enjoys receiving oral sex (and what woman doesn't?), you owe it to yourself to get yourself waxed, at least once. Both the sensation, and your partner's enthusiasm for performing it, will be like nothing you have ever experienced!

Thanks also for the wonderful feedback, and especially those very detailed, very naughty suggestions! I think I will try to weave some of them into a fictional epilogue or something when I've finished telling our story. Remember to vote, thanks for the interest, and for staying with the story! 

"We really need to settle on something here, Jack," I said, checking the clock and taking off another blouse, discarding it on the bed. "I've got to get into the office for a meeting before I meet Derek at the bank." I walked back into the closet, dressed in my new, lacy white bra, a khaki skirt, and white stockings and garter belt beneath the skirt. As on Tuesday, my pussy and ass were bare. For the last half hour, Jack and I had been struggling to find a blouse that presented my breasts adequately.

My husband sat in the bedroom chair. "Why not a v-neck sweater, Tammy?" Jack called to me in the closet. "That would let him see a lot of skin." 

I picked a navy blue fine gauge cotton sweater from a shelf, pulled it over my head, and walked back into the bedroom. "Like this?" I said, looking at myself in the dresser mirror, then turning to face Jack.

"That's not much of a 'V,'" he said. "Don't you have that one with the really deep neck? The dark grey one?" 

"The cashmere one? I've never worn that without something underneath it," I said. "But I guess I can try." I returned to the closet, replaced the blue cotton with the dark grey cashmere, and walked back into the bedroom. The neck plunged deep and wide, actually exposing the cleavage created by the bra. And the buttery soft fabric clung close to my body, making my breasts look even larger and more defined.

I loved what I saw in the mirror – an opinion with which Jack enthusiastically concurred. But...

"Jack, I can't go into the office like this!" He walked behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, nuzzling my neck, making my very-bare pussy tingle beneath my skirt. "So wear a blouse when you go into the office, but switch to the sweater before you have lunch with Derek. Lunch or...whatever," he said with a smile.

I looked at myself in the mirror – if Derek did catch a peek at the meeting on Tuesday, he'd certainly enjoy the much less difficult view with this outfit. "OK, that'll work, I'll just go into the bathroom at the bank or someplace before I meet Derek."

I saw Jack looking at my reflection in the mirror. "You need a necklace or something to help focus his attention on your breasts," he said thoughtfully as he cupped the soft mounds in his hands.

I knew immediately which necklace would work best – I went to the jewelry box and took out a gold necklace that Jack had given me years ago – it had a slight 'V,' studded with diamonds, hanging from it. I gave it to Jack to put it around my neck, and watched in the mirror as he fastened the clasp – an action that reminded me of him fixing the collar around my neck, making my pulse quicken.

"That's perfect, Tammy," he said, looking at the gold and diamonds twinkling on my chest, seemingly a flashing arrow that couldn't help but invite the eyes to enjoy the surrounding expanse of pale flesh.

"It does look great, doesn't it?" I agreed. "But I have to get going!" I pulled off the sweater, picked up one of the discarded blouses on the bed and quickly put it on.

"I look OK?" I asked brushing my hair back from my face. "You look great, honey," Jack said, taking me in his arms. "Good luck with Derek," he said, then kissed me deeply. "Maybe you can give him a blowjob for dessert?"

My arousal jumped, the task of finding the right top having derailed it somewhat. 

I realized that the idea of actually having sex with Derek was now much more than just the fantasy it had been on Tuesday – I was, after all, having lunch alone with a man who was enjoying a secretive display of my breasts on Tuesday, and probably hadn't had sex for weeks. And here I was, putting my breasts on display for him, with my bare pussy and ass within easy reach under my skirt. 

"I...I'll see how lunch goes," I said, suddenly anxious.

Jack's face showed a trace of disappointment – I hadn't meant to take the edge off his arousal. I smiled, determined to restore it...

"But if by some chance I do suck him off," I said, giving Jack a long, deep kiss, then pulling back. "I'll make sure to tell you all about it when I get home."

His trace of disappointment was immediately replaced by a look of lust, and he took me in his arms again, driving his tongue into my mouth. His hands dropped to my ass as he pulled away.

"Bare ass against the car seat," he whispered, looking into my eyes.

"Yes, Jack, I will" I replied, surprised to realize that I had already planned on doing so. "Gotta go." 

I grabbed my purse and briefcase, tucked the sweater inside it, and walked into the garage, opening the door of my Suburban. I lifted my skirt and lowered my bare ass to the leather of the car seat, its cool bite so different from the sun-drenched scorching I had experienced Tuesday afternoon.

Driving to the office, I once again nervously contemplated what might happen with Derek. Jack's suggestion of giving Derek a blowjob for dessert ricocheted through my brain and settled heavily and steamily between my legs – exactly, no doubt, as Jack had intended. I remembered glancing at Derek's crotch on Tuesday, when he stood up to leave the conference room.

My mouth wasn't two feet from his cock –

The car behind me honked, and I was jolted back to the reality of a green light in front of me. A few minutes later, I arrived at the office, and spent the next forty minutes reviewing spreadsheets for a proposal we were making to a new prospect. As I left the office to drive to the bank (my bare ass once again pressed against the soft leather), I noticed that my gas gauge was approaching empty. Deciding that I had a few minutes, I pulled into a gas station, topped off my tank, then darted into the restroom with my briefcase.

I locked the door, and slowly unbuttoned my blouse, enjoying the view in the mirror as my bra and breasts were uncovered. I stroked my erect nipples through the smooth fabric, then hiked up my skirt to stroke my almost-completely-bald pussy. 

As I watched myself, I decided that the fantasy was going to start coming true – today. Suddenly eager to get to the bank, I slipped my cashmere sweater over my head, gave my pussy one final stroke and walked back out to my SUV. As I climbed through the driver's door, I once again lifted my skirt, savored the feeling of my bare ass on the leather, and drove to the bank.

The bank headquarters was downtown, and I was lucky enough to find parking in a garage next door to the bank building. I walked through the lobby, imagining that everyone in the lobby knew what I wasn't wearing under my skirt – and why. I smiled as I jumped onto an elevator just as the doors were closing, enjoying the feeling of my breasts bouncing beneath the sweater, and hoping that one of the men on the elevator might have enjoyed the view as well.

I was the first one to leave the elevator, and I approached the pretty young receptionist in the lobby of the bank's administrative floor, giving her my name and telling her that I was meeting Derek for lunch. While she phoned him, I looked at my reflection in one of the highly polished glass doors – my breasts look fabulous in this sweater.

"Excuse me, Tammy," the receptionist said. "Derek is on a phone call, would you like to go wait in his office? He's just down the hallway to the right, third door on the left."

I smiled and picked up my briefcase, following the receptionist's instructions, hearing Derek's voice as I approached the door. Derek's office was fairly modest and had large panes of glass next to the door. 

Rats – so much for having sex in his office.

He waved me into his office with his hand and gestured for me to sit down on a chair across from his desk. I smoothed my skirt across my ass as I sat down, enjoying the thrill of touching myself in Derek's presence. As he continued his phone call, I spread my thighs slightly, just to add to my hunger and arousal.

"OK, great Dave, let's set up a meeting next week and we can figure out what approach we want to take with that. I gotta go, I've got a lunch date waiting," he said with a smile as he winked at me. He hung up the phone and I heated up at the thought of being his "lunch date." Derek rose from his desk and grabbed his suit coat from his chair. "Sorry to keep you waiting, Tammy, but this guy's on the bank's board of directors and he wants us to get involved in a pet charity of his and....well, you know how that goes."

"No problem at all, Derek," I said sweetly as I stood up. "I can imagine you have a lot of requests like that."

"So what would you like to do for lunch?" he said, as he briefly put his hand on the small of my back and guided me out the door of his office. I shuddered at the surprising gesture – was it just a casual contact, or an indication that he wanted something more physical? "I—I don't really know, I haven't been to many places downtown," I said honestly.

We stood at the elevators, and Derek pressed the down button. "I've been told there's a little hole-in-the-wall pasta place a couple of blocks away. My friend said the food is good and it's usually not real crowded – want to try it?"

The elevator doors opened, and we stepped in. "Sure, that sounds great," I said, as Derek walked into the elevator behind me. I turned and looked at him – he was easily a foot taller than I was. I shifted my weight, the tension in my stomach blending with the hunger between my legs as I contemplated the space between Derek and my body, a body that had spent the last nine days being prepared for him.

We chatted about the typical topics as we walked the two blocks to the restaurant – the pluses and minuses of the area grocery stores, dry cleaners, auto repair places – with each step my skirt rubbing my ass and stoking my arousal. We arrived at the restaurant, and true to his friend's review, it was a dark, little place that was fortunately very uncrowded. 

"I guess we seat ourselves," Derek said after we waited for a moment by the cashier station. "Do you prefer a table or a booth?"

I scanned the room, and saw that the booths seemed to offer more privacy. "I'd prefer a booth actually, it might be quieter that way."

He pointed at a booth towards the back – "Why don't you grab that one, I need to stop in the men's room."

He darted down a small hallway to the restroom, and I walked to the booth and sat down, once again smoothing my skirt across my ass. I sat for a moment, letting my eyes adjust to the dark lighting and contemplating the thought of Derek unzipping his trousers in the men's room. As that thought lingered, I slowly moved my briefcase next to me, to the side facing the restaurant. Hoping that no one would notice, I lifted myself up slightly, and pulled up the back of my skirt. As I eased back down, the cool, stiff vinyl of the booth bench kissed my bare ass and thighs.

As I looked around, checking to see if anyone had noticed my movement, I saw Derek walk back into the dining room. He smiled broadly as he slid into the booth across from me and grabbed a menu that was propped up behind the Parmesan cheese shaker.

"My friend didn't recommend anything in particular so I guess we just try our luck," he said as he scanned the menu. He put it down as he snapped his fingers – "I remember something I wanted to ask you, do you belong to a good gym or health club? I've been meaning to find one ever since I moved out here but I just haven't done it yet."

"Why yes, actually I belong to a very nice one near my home," I said, looking at his dark eyes in the candlelight. He started to unbutton his cuffs and roll up his sleeves. "It's not part of a national chain or anything, but the staff is really nice. They don't have a pool yet but they've been talking for years about building one," I added.

"That's OK, I'm not much of a swimmer, Tammy, mostly weights and cardio. Thanks for the advice, I'll go check it out one day after work." He picked up the napkin and placed it in his lap. "I figured you must work out, there's no diet or DNA in the world that could put a mother of three into your kind of shape!"

His seemingly casual compliment made my heart race – he had noticed what kind of shape I was in, and he liked it....

"That's, um, I...thank you very much, Derek," I stammered finally. "There's still some areas I'd like to tone up a little bit but I, I do like to stay in shape."

A waiter appeared with glasses and a pitcher of water. I grabbed the glass after he filled it and took a drink, my mouth suddenly dry.

We ordered lunch – Derek had salmon ravioli, which he said was excellent, and I had a salad, which wasn't bad. As we talked about the committee and other topics, I was acutely aware of my bare ass on the bench. After the waiter had cleared away the dishes, there was a lull in the conversation, and I noticed Derek looking at my chest.

"That's a beautiful necklace you have, Tammy," he said, gazing up into my eyes. "Thank you – it was a birthday present from my husband a few years ago."

He took a long drink from his water glass. "Very nice – he must know what a lucky man he is."

My pulse quickened again, and I shifted on the vinyl seat. "Yes...Jack's a very good husband and father," I said honestly. Another pause hung awkwardly over the table.

"If you don't mind my asking, does Jack approve of your dressing rather provocatively?" Derek said, raising an eyebrow to punctuate his question. 

OK Tammy here's your opportunity, it's now or never....

"Provocative?" I asked quietly, unable momentarily to think of anything else to say. Derek leaned across the table. "Well, I just think that sweater is perhaps a bit more flattering than most husbands would be comfortable with," he said in a tone that was neither judgmental nor seductive.

I took a deep breath. Here goes...

"Jack actually helped me pick it out this morning," I said. "He thought...he thought you might enjoy the view."

Derek smiled, "Well, you can tell him he was right."

I took another deep breath, and leaned across the table, hoping that the move would highlight my cleavage. 

In for a penny, in for a pound...

"Derek, I hope...I hope you won't find this strange, but I find you very, very attractive. And for years my husband has fantasized about me having sex with other men. When I told him I was having lunch alone with you, he suggested that I put on this sweater..."

I leaned closer, looking directly into Derek's eyes,

"...and then he suggested that I take off my panties."

Derek's eyes sparkled. "Your husband sounds like a remarkably generous man" he offered.

"He...we, uh, we thought if you, ah, if you were going to play bachelor, you would enjoy a girlfriend until your wife moves here," I said. 

"Hmmmmmm," Derek said opaquely.

"And Jack's only request..." I said quietly, scarcely able to believe what I was about to say...

"...is that he would want to watch the first time you sodomize me."

Derek leaned back in the booth and looked at me for a long moment. "That's something I haven't done for a very, very long time," he said quietly.

He looked down at the table for a moment, then checked his watch. "Listen, let's get the bill paid here and then get back to the bank, OK?"

His tone didn't indicate what he intended once we were there – 

Was that it? Just a little talking dirty and now back to the bank to work on United Way funding guidelines?

Derek left $30 on the table, and we walked back out into the blindingly bright sunshine. I didn't know what to say – should I apologize for being so forward? Ask if he wanted to go make out in the back of my Suburban? Tell him that Jack suggested I give him a blowjob for dessert??

We were back in the bank lobby, and Derek pressed the button to call the elevator, then took a step back, to my right, slightly behind me. Finally, the elevator arrived, and we stepped on alone. I had pressed the button for Derek's office on the 16th floor, when Derek reached across and pressed the button for the 3rd.

A moment later, the doors opened, and we stepped out into a dark, eerily quiet floor. The elevator doors shut behind us, and Derek started walking down a corridor. "This used to be our call center, it was moved out to a satellite office in the suburbs a couple of weeks ago. We haven't quite figured out what to do with the space." He stopped at a door and opened it, then stepped in and turned on lights that softly lit the perimeter of a small conference room.

He turned towards me, took me in his arms, and lowered his lips to mine, kissing me before pushing his tongue into my mouth. I melted at his touch, and wrapped my arms around his back, making my tongue dance into his mouth, feeling the lust that had been building in my body for the last week and a half suddenly find an outlet.

Finally, he pulled back, and looked down into my eyes. "No one will bother us here," he whispered as his hands slowly moved down my back, to the bottom hem of my sweater. I felt his fingers curl underneath the fabric, and I stepped back slightly as he pulled the sweater over my head.

"I enjoy the view even more without the sweater," Derek said with an appreciative glance at my breasts as he tossed the garment on the conference room table. Once again, he gripped me in his arms, driving his tongue deep into my mouth as his hands squeezed and caressed my bare skin.

Suddenly unable to wait for Derek to take the next step, I reached behind me and unsnapped and unzipped my skirt. It fell to my ankles, and Derek's hands took the opportunity to drift down my back, across my garter belt and to the cheeks of my bare ass. He squeezed one, then pulled away, looking me up and down. Standing there in my white bra, garter belt and stockings, I suddenly felt like a bride preparing to be taken by her husband on their wedding night.

"I thought you were kidding about not wearing panties," he said admiringly. He put one hand on my back, then slid the other down my belly. "Mmmmmm, and a shaved pussy too..." he said as he slowly stroked the moist slit. 

I felt like my knees were going to buckle. "I was...Jack had me get waxed yesterday," I mumbled in reply, savoring the feeling of his fingers exploring my intimate folds. I closed my eyes, thinking perhaps Derek might make me come, when he stopped to remove my bra. 

The white, lacy garment joined the cashmere sweater on the conference room table, and Derek lowered his head to suck one nipple while one hand squeezed and caressed the other breast. I watched his hands, the dark brown skin of his fingers such a vivid contrast to the pale white skin of my breast. 

I was eager to see more of his skin, and reminded myself that I hadn't yet had dessert.

"Your turn," I said as I unknotted his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. As I undid the last button, I ran a hand over his crotch, feeling the stiffness within. I pulled the shirt apart and started kissing his broad chest as I fumbled to undo his belt. My lips latched onto one of his nipples, and his groan told me he enjoyed having his nipples stimulated. His hands pushed mine away from his belt, and he quickly unbuckled it and unfastened his trousers.




Tammy's Middle Aged Adventure Ch. 07



I pulled his head down and kissed him slowly and deeply, running my tongue around the tip of his. I drew back slightly.

"Would it be ok with you if I started by sucking you off?" I whispered. He smiled. "That would be just fine by me, Tammy," he whispered in response.

I pulled up a chair from the conference room table, sat down in front of him, and slowly unzipped his pants. He wore white briefs, and I pulled them down and marveled at the erection that emerged and fell away from his body. I had never seen another man's cock close up, and Derek's was so different from Jack's – not so much in size (though Derek's was perhaps an inch or so longer, and a bit thicker) but in color (obviously), in curvature (Jack's had a slight upward curve, Derek's seemed straight as a rifle), in the type of hair around the base, in the different muskiness of his crotch...

I stared at it for a long moment, slowly stroking the velvety skin with my hand. Finally, I could wait no longer. I closed my eyes, parted my lips and slowly took the second cock I had ever touched into my mouth. Derek groaned as my lips and tongue welcomed his cock, and I bobbed my head, and licked and stroked the hard shaft, eager to taste my dessert.

He leaned back against the table, running his fingers through my hair, whispering how good my mouth felt on his cock as I fucked my mouth with it. 

I took it out of my mouth and licked the underside of the shaft vigorously, then kissed the tip as I slid it deep into my mouth and down my throat. When I felt the short, curly hairs tickle my lip, I opened my eyes and glanced upwards, seeing Derek's face contorted with his enjoyment of my skills at deep-throating. I held his cock deep in my mouth as I gently licked and sucked it. I pulled away and looked up at him again.

"OK, Derek, it's time for you to come in my mouth," I whispered, looking in his eyes as I returned his cock to my mouth, tightening my fingers around it, determined to bring him to a climax. 

"That sounds like a real good idea, Tammy," he whispered breathlessly. "And you'll swallow every drop, right?" he asked as his hands moved to the back of my head. "Mmmmhmmmmm," I hummed as my mouth was otherwise too busy to articulate anything more.

After a few more strokes, I heard and felt Derek's breathing quicken. I intensified my attentions, and felt his strong hands grip my head. "That's it, Tammy, that's good....that's real good....."

His body stiffened, and his cock exploded in my mouth, spurting gushers of hot come over my tongue. I deliberately avoided swallowing, as I kept sucking and stroking his shaft, urging more of his sperm into my mouth, until he finally grabbed my head, signaling for me to stop.

"Tammy, that...that was fantastic," he said between breaths. I sat back and looked at his heaving chest, immensely proud that I could have that effect on him. I then rolled his come around my mouth, trying to coat the roof of my mouth, the back of my teeth, the underside of my tongue, to make sure Jack would be able to taste the dessert he had suggested. I stood up from the chair, looked Derek in the eye, and loudly and visibly swallowed his come.

He smiled widely, and moved a hand to caress and squeeze one of my breasts. "I think I'm going to enjoy having you for a girlfriend, Tammy," he said with a chuckle. "So do I get to make you come now?" he asked as his hand slid down my stomach and a finger probed my impossibly slick pussy.

"Do...do you have time Derek?" I asked. He checked his watch. "I've got a meeting in ten minutes, think it'll take you that long?" he asked playfully as his finger pushed deeper inside me. "No...no, it won't take long at all," I groaned, realizing how close I was to coming. Derek pushed another finger into my pussy, and lowered his mouth to my breasts, sucking and licking my nipples.

"Oh yes, Derek, just...just rub my clit..." his fingers followed my directions as I felt my orgasm rapidly approaching. 

"Please, Derek...just...a....little....faster...." 

His finger sped up, and a moment later I was gasping for breath as my orgasm washed over me. I caught my breath, and leaned back onto the conference table.

"I...I think I'm going to enjoy being your girlfriend, Derek," I said finally. I looked up and saw him smiling. "And we even have time to get dressed!" he said, as he handed me my bra and sweater.

As we got dressed, I suddenly remembered the ostensible reason for our meeting. "Um, Derek, what do you want to do about redrafting the funding guidelines?" I asked as I pulled on my skirt. I watched as he reknotted his tie.

"Ah, don't worry about it – just email me the old ones and I'll revise them and send them back for you to look at. I used to write and rewrite these things dozens of times at the foundation I interned at, I'll take care of it."

We walked out of the conference room, and back down the dark corridor to the elevator. Derek pressed both the "up" and "down" buttons. "I guess I'll be going up and you'll be going down," he said with a smile. "No thanks, I just did," I replied, generating a laugh from both of us.

The "down" elevator arrived first, empty, and I stepped onto it. Derek joined me. "Tammy?" he asked quietly. 

"Yes Derek?"

"Tell your husband thanks for his advice on what to wear today."

I smiled, the taste of Derek's come still coating my mouth. "I will. And I'll thank you in advance from him – I think he's going to enjoy the rest of his afternoon."

The elevator doors opened in the first floor lobby, and I stepped out. "I'll email you the current funding guidelines," I said as Derek disappeared behind the elevator door. I walked out through the lobby, onto the street and into the parking garage, eager to get home and share my success with my husband.

I pulled out of the parking garage, my bare ass nestled comfortably into the warm, soft leather of the seat, and quickly drove home. I pulled into the garage, grabbed my briefcase and walked into the house. As I expected, Jack was waiting expectantly for me in the kitchen.

Dropping my briefcase on the island, I walked straight to him, put my arms around him and drove my tongue deep into his mouth, hoping that the faint taste of Derek's come might still be recognizable. After a long, slow, deep kiss, I pulled back, and Jack's eyes were sparkling and questioning...

"Guess what I had for dessert, Jack?" I asked playfully. 

Jack grabbed me and drove his tongue back into my mouth, apparently eager to confirm the taste he had suspected. Finally, he pulled back, catching his breath. I quickly pulled off my sweater and unfastened my skirt, dropping them on the kitchen floor.. 

"I was giving Derek a blowjob not thirty minutes ago, Jack," I said teasingly as we ran up the stairs to the bedroom and fell onto the bed. "He stripped me in a conference room and I sucked him off. I'm going to be his girlfriend until his wife gets back," I added breathlessly as Jack stripped off his clothes, climbed on top of me and drove his cock into a pussy that had never before been so eager to receive him.

As my husband fucked me with an almost furious passion and intensity, I told him all the details of my lunch with Derek. As I told him about whispering to Derek the requirement that Jack would get to watch the first time Derek fucked my ass, Jack groaned, reared up and flooded my pussy with his climax....

The following Monday night....

Having had my own orgasm a while ago, I lay back and enjoyed my husband's long, slow, deliberate lovemaking. For the last half hour, we had been coupled on the bed, silent save for murmured gasps of pleasure. Neither of us needed to speak – we both knew what we were thinking about, and we were enjoying the sensuous feeling of sex without a rush to climax.

After a few, very enjoyable minutes passed, Jack pushed himself up on his arms, and started fucking me more vigorously. I watched his face, knowing generally what he was thinking, curious about exactly what he might be thinking. His strokes sped up even faster, and as he came inside me, I noticed he was looking down at me, his eyes sparkling, the corners of his mouth turned up into a smile.

He moved off of me, and lay down on the bed next to me. I felt now would be a good moment to ask a question that had been nagging at me slightly the last few days.

"Jack, I need to ask you something."

"Sure, what is it Tammy?"

"Tomorrow night is going to be kind of a big step, and I just want to make sure you're not going to have any second thoughts or jealousy or something about...about what I'm going to be doing with Derek."

Jack laughed reassuringly, and rolled onto his side, placing a hand on one of my thighs. "Don't worry about that, Tammy. I mean, I've only had, what, twenty-two, twenty-three years? to think about this? And I certainly enjoyed what happened last week, right?" He leaned over and kissed my cheek.

"I know, but...I'm going over to his house tomorrow night and he's, Derek's probably going to want to fuck me and that's just different than a blowjob somehow. I mean, as of tonight, you're the only man who has ever made love to me. And tomorrow night, that won't be true anymore. I just want to be sure you're going to be OK with that."

"Tammy, I guess I can understand your concern but look, it's not like you're sneaking around behind my back or that you're falling in love with the guy. The way I think of it is really a shared fantasy – and given that, I wouldn't be threatened by Derek any more than I'd be threatened by a, I don't know, by a vibrator or something."

I reflected on the conversation, convinced that Jack wouldn't second-guess his fantasies. His hand started stroking my thigh.

"So what are you going to wear tomorrow night?" he asked softly.

"I still have the pink lacy bra and the charcoal stockings we bought," I said.

"Nah, you should go out and buy something more – maybe one of those long spaghetti-strap things..."

"A slip?" I said. Jack could never remember the word for that particular garment.

"Mmmm-hmmmm, maybe a long, white slip and white stockings," he added. "And a white lacy thong for him to slide down your legs before he fucks you?"

I poked him in the ribs. "I thought you said that black looked so good against my white skin," I replied. 

"It does, honey, but white seemed to work well on Thursday. And the idea of you going to his house, dressed like you're going to be deflowered, well, it's a thought. You should go out and get something special, though, and tell him tomorrow night that you did that, I'm sure that would turn him on."

I absorbed what Jack had said, warming to his well-considered suggestions.

"Jack, I have one other favor to ask about tomorrow."

"What is it?" he said, his fingers stroking my bald, freshly fucked pussy lips.

"When I got home on Thursday after lunch, it, um, I was really turned on at the thought that you could taste Derek's come in my mouth. It was really hot, that you were enjoying that, and I can't really say why, it just was."

I took a deep breath, and continued. "So when I get home tomorrow night after going to Derek's house, if he fucks me" I said, looking Jack in the eyes, "I...I'd like you to go down on me when I get back."

Jack smiled. "For you, Tammy, anything," he said, kissing me gently on the lips. "If you want me to lick your pussy after Derek's fucked you, I'd be happy to." His fingers started moving more methodically on my pussy.

"In fact, I could probably use a little practice tasting sperm in your pussy." With that comment, he slid down between my legs, and started licking and kissing the moist flesh. I closed my eyes as I realized I hadn't had my last orgasm of the night quite yet...

To be continued....

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Tammy's Middle Aged Adventure Ch. 08



Note to readers: thanks for the comments and suggestions. I will say, though, that anyone looking for a "humiliated husband" story is most definitely not going to find one here, or in any fictional sequel either. My "adventure" was really our adventure, and it was one we shared and enjoyed and continue to share and enjoy. If you read on from here, thanks for staying with the story! Tammy

*****

After one final rinse of my hair, I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. Toweling myself off, I listened carefully – the house sounded empty. Before I went into the shower Jack had said he was going to drop the kids off at the movie theater and then come back. I slipped on my terry cloth robe and walked into the bedroom. 

I closed the bedroom door, and walked to the windows, shut the blinds on the gathering twilight, and retrieved the Victoria's Secret bag from my shopping expedition earlier that day. Taking out the white slip and thong, I lay them on the bed, clipping off the price tags with a small scissors. I added my white garter belt and stockings from my lingerie drawer, and stepped back, as if hypnotized by this ensemble that would be worn in a different bedroom in less than an hour.

I heard the garage door open and close, and a moment later Jack appeared at the bedroom door.

"Nice outfit," he said, looking at the bed, as he moved to my side, putting his arm around my shoulders, kissing me on my wet hair. "Mmmmmm," he said as he breathed in. "New soap or something?"

"Um, yes, there was a sale on some bath oils at Victoria's Secret and I bought a bottle. Do you like it?"

"Very much, Tammy."

I turned to my husband and gave him a kiss on the lips. "You're sure about tonight, right Jack?" I said, my nervousness needing to be tamped down again. He smiled. "Yes, I'm sure about tonight, honey," he said reassuringly.

I exhaled. "Guess I'd better get my hair and makeup done, then," I said, taking a step toward the sinks. 

"Hey Tammy, before you do that…" Jack said. "Why don't you get on your lingerie and then do your hair and makeup?" He walked towards me. "I'd like to watch you get ready while you're wearing everything…" he said, sweeping his hand to the bed.

"OK," I replied. I slipped off the robe and tossed it on the floor, my excitement building at both the opportunity to tease Jack and to prepare myself for Derek. 

"What would you like me to put on first?" I asked flirtatiously.

"Perhaps the stockings that will be rubbing Derek's legs while he's pushing his cock into me?" I said, picking up the gossamer fabric, trailing it across my hips, then tossing it aside.

"Or perhaps the thong?" I picked up the delicate, lacy garment and held it up to my breasts. "The thong that Derek will slip down my legs as he gets ready to part the lips of my pussy with the head of his cock?"

Jack's eyes positively sparkled, and he took me in his arms and kissed me deeply. "The thong," he whispered in my ear as his hands drifted down to the cheeks of my ass, "that will show off my wife's beautiful, round, white ass, the ass that Derek is someday going to fuck while I watch?" I shuddered as I listened – he was MUCH more experienced at "talking dirty" -- and briefly considered the possibility of going to Derek's house freshly fucked. 

Jack picked up the slip from the bed, and put it on over my head, then caressed the skin of my back through the silky fabric. "Or the slip that will rub so enticingly against your breasts while Derek is undressing you, the slip that will be slid over your head and discarded on the floor like wrapping paper while Derek plays with your nipples, getting your pussy wet and ready to welcome him…"

I gasped at my husband's words, feeling as if every nerve in my body were suddenly concentrated between my legs.

"Jack, please," I implored, looking up at him. "Please get me off?"

He leaned back and looked at me with a smile. "I'd love to, Tammy…. but you have to finish getting ready…."

He walked over to the wingback chair and sat down. How can he be so calm when I am begging for an orgasm?!?!! I wondered for perhaps the thousandth time in our marriage.

I took a deep breath and sat down on the bed, parting my legs slightly as I pulled on the white stockings. I then slowly lifted the hem of the slip to allow me to put on the white garter belt, watching my husband all the while. 

"So what do you think?" I asked, knowing the answer but still turned on at the prospect of hearing it. Jack smiled. "Beautiful, Tammy." I smiled back as I walked past him, to brush my teeth and brush out my hair. Jack stood and followed me, leaning against a wall and watching me.

As I applied my makeup, I looked at Jack in the mirror. "Do you know what I realized today?" I said as I applied the lipstick. "What's that, Tammy?" he asked. "I have had at least one orgasm every day for the last two weeks," I said, sharing an observation I had made while I was reviewing a calendar earlier in the day. "That's like another honeymoon," I said.

Jack smiled. "Actually, that's better than our honeymoon – remember those two days you were sick from that conch soup or whatever it was?" "Ugh, that's right, I'd forgotten," I said. "So I guess that's a new record for me," I said to my reflection in the mirror as I leaned over the sink to put on mascara.

Jack moved behind me and rubbed his crotch against my ass. "And just think," he said mischievously, "records are made to be broken."

I pushed my ass against him and could feel the erection inside his jeans – further confirmation, if I needed any, of just how turned on he was by everything I was, and would be, doing.

"So what time are you supposed to be there?" Jack asked as he ran his hands over my silk-covered cheeks. I had only read Derek's email from the previous Friday about a hundred times. "The email said around 7:30," I replied, finishing my makeup and turning to my husband. 

"Would you mind if I wore your favorite perfume while Derek takes me?" I said with a peck on his cheek. "Mmmmmmmmm, not at all," he replied. I went to my dresser and took out a rarely-used bottle of Lauren, dabbing it on my neck, then turning to face Jack and dabbing it on the sides of my breasts.

I walked past my husband into the closet, and slipped on the dress I had selected, a simple dark blue cotton. I put on a pair of high heels, and walked back out into the bedroom. I gave Jack another kiss on the lips, and turned my back to him. 

"Help me with the zipper?" I asked.

"Of course." He slowly pulled up the zipper, then put his arms around my waist. "You picked this dress because Derek will have to help you take it off, right?" he whispered.

"You know me so well, Jack," I replied. He nuzzled my neck, breathing in the scent that he always said reminded him of sex in college.

"Tammy," he began as his hands roamed over my body, pressing the silk slip against my skin.

"Yes Jack?"

"I know you're going to have your hands full tonight," he whispered. "Hands and other things," he continued with a little laugh….

He walked in front of me and stroked my cheek gently with his hand. "So I don't expect you to necessarily bring this up tonight…"

He gave me another light kiss on the cheek, and moved his lips next to my ear. "But sometime soon, you're going to need to start the submissive part of the relationship with Derek."

He gave me another kiss as he pulled back, his hands dropping to my ass.

"I…I know, Jack," I said nervously. "I want…I'd like to begin that part of the fantasy too," I said. Over the last few days, while I was taking my morning shower, I had masturbated repeatedly, replaying the blowjob on Thursday in decidedly less consensual circumstances.

"OK, good," he said with a smile. 

"Time for me to go, I guess?" I said, glancing at the clock-radio on the nightstand. 

"Mmm-hmmmm," my husband said, nuzzling my neck. "I'll be up when you get home, in more ways than one."

"Thanks Jack…I'm…I'm looking forward to that part of the evening too."

I gave him another kiss, grabbed the Mapquest directions to Derek's house from my dresser, and walked downstairs and into the garage. I opened the driver's door of my Suburban, and by habit, lifted the skirt of my dress so that the car seat would be pressed against my bare ass.

Taking a deep breath, I pulled out of the garage and drove the few miles to Derek's subdivision.

The development was quite new – too new, in fact, for streetlights, and it took me a while to find the right address. As I pulled into his driveway, I noticed that the sod in his lawn still hadn't grown together. Turning off the ignition, I checked my makeup in the rearview mirror, stepped out of the car and walked to the front door, keenly aware of the aching wetness between my legs.

I rang the doorbell, and looked around the neighborhood – a couple of the houses seemed occupied, many more were still under construction, and there were still quite a few vacant lots. The door opened, and I turned to see Derek, wearing a polo shirt and jeans. 

"Hi Tammy," he said with a smile, standing aside and gesturing for me to come in. "I'm very glad you could make it tonight," he said, closing the door behind me as I stepped into the foyer.

I breathed deeply – I loved the smell of new houses, and suspected that after tonight the aroma would carry some very particular memories. "Thanks, I, um, I'm glad to be here," I said as Derek moved closer. He leaned down and kissed me firmly on the lips as he placed one of his hands between my shoulders on my back.

"Come into the kitchen," he said as he pulled away, taking my hand in his and leading me down a small hallway. A bottle of champagne sat in an ice bucket, with two glasses next to it. "Do you like champagne, Tammy?" he asked as he poured the first glass. "Mmmm, yes," I replied, taking the glass from him. "I don't have it very often though."

"Well," Derek said, pouring the second glass, "I figured it's my first time taking a white woman to bed, we should celebrate it." I was somewhat taken aback at his bluntness, but why else was I here, to work on redrafting funding guidelines??

"And it's my first time with a black man," I said. "Actually the first time with any man other than my husband."

"I'm honored," Derek said with a smile, replacing the bottle in the ice bucket and moving next to me. "Here's to many firsts," he said, clinking his glass against mine. "Yes, to many firsts," I said, raising the glass to my lips and enjoying the sweet bubbles.

"Your home is beautiful, Derek," I said, taking another sip. "Thanks – there's a lot to be done yet. The basement isn't finished yet, and there's a lot of decorating that needs to get done." He put his hand on the small of my back. "Why don't I give you a quick tour?" he asked.

After walking through a box-strewn study, dining room and guest rooms, we arrived at the master bedroom. The bed looked huge – and the comforter and blankets were all neatly folded on a bench at the foot of the bed.

I gulped, and drained my champagne glass. "I see….you've, um, got everything ready," I said, turning to Derek. He took my champagne glass and set it aside. "Everything…except you, Tammy," he said as he once again kissed me, pushing his tongue slowly and sensuously into my mouth.

I put my arms around him and pulled him close, the friction of our bodies rubbing my slip against my nipples. For a long moment our tongues twirled and danced, and Derek's hands drifted over my body, the strength of his fingers and the silkiness of the slip combining to arouse me incredibly.

Finally, I pulled away and turned my back to him. "Unzip my dress, please?" I asked.

I felt his fingers tug at the hook, and heard and felt the zipper slowly slide down. He kissed the skin uncovered by the zipper, and then pushed the dress off my shoulders, letting it fall onto the floor. Derek's hands reached under my arms, and cupped my breasts through the slip.

"Very nice, Tammy," he growled. 

"I…I went out shopping today and bought this for tonight," I panted. "I'm glad you like it, Derek."

"Why don't you lie down and get comfortable?" he whispered. 

"Shouldn't you lock the door?" I asked. Derek looked down at me – "Why?" he said simply. I shook my head – "Force of habit, I guess," I said, realizing happily that I could be as loud and vocal as I wanted tonight. 

I climbed onto the bed, and turned to watch as Derek stripped off his polo shirt, marveling at how solid his body was. He joined me on the bed and pushed my head back onto a pillow, drilling his tongue into my mouth as his left hand explored the body he would soon claim.

Derek pulled away and smiled down at me. "You know, Tammy, ever since I felt your pussy on Thursday," he continued as his hand slowly slid up my stockinged thigh, "I've been thinking about what it would taste like." My heart skipped a beat. "How about we start tonight with me going down on you?"

"Yes…please…." I gasped. Derek smiled and moved down my body as I slowly spread my thighs. He pushed up the slip to reveal my lacy thong. "Mmmmm, you decided to wear panties tonight?" he said as he planted a soft kiss on the exposed flesh of my inner thigh. 

"Yes," I moaned as his tongue traced a slow path along one of my garters. "I…I thought you'd like to…to unwrap me before you take me," I blurted out.

I glanced down and saw Derek looking at my crotch. He eased his hands up my hips, and slowly pulled down my thong, the sensation of being stripped making me hotter and more eager. As he tossed them on the floor, he pushed my legs wider apart, and lowered his mouth to my bare pussy, flicking his tongue across my lips. He then placed his thumbs on my lips, pulled them apart and drove his tongue deep into the moist, pink flesh, quickly driving me to ecstasy.

"Ohhhhhhhh Derek, that is….wonderful," I said, arching my back to try to force his tongue even deeper into me. I reached down and grabbed his head, the short, curly black hair feeling so erotic. For long, hedonistic minutes, he lapped and licked at the smooth, hairless flesh, letting his tongue drift down briefly to my hypersensitive perineum. He returned to my clit, and started circling it. "That's it, Derek, just…." His tongue drove deeper and then withdrew. I opened my eyes as Derek looked up at me.

"Tammy," he said with a grin, "if I let you come, are you going to be too tight for me to fuck?"

"NO!, no, Derek, please, I promise…just get me off and then you can take me…."

"Alright, as long as you promise…" He lowered his head and I closed my eyes as his tongue returned to my pussy. After a moment, he licked his way up to my clit and started flicking his tongue across it – slowly, at first, but gradually building up speed. I gasped as I felt my muscles tighten, and as Derek's tongue moved faster and faster across my clit, I finally came, crying out as Derek's tongue continued to lick and stroke my pussy.

Finally, he slid off the bed, and I watched as he unbuttoned and removed his jeans and briefs, marveling again at what a fantastic body he had. He lay down next to me and kissed me. He slowly pushed my slip up my body, and over my breasts. I lifted my head so he could pull it off completely. He tossed it aside, its objective accomplished.

"Now," he said sexily, "I believe there's a little promise you need to keep." I smiled and kissed him back. "I'm ready, Derek," I whispered. He lowered his mouth to my left breast and sucked and nibbled the hardened nipple.

"Do you want me to wear a condom, Tammy?" he asked. "No, no, I've….I've taken care of that, just…just please fuck me?"

He climbed on top of me and placed his cock between my thighs. I moved my hand down to position it at the entrance to my pussy, then looked up at him. "I'm ready," I whispered again. 

He smiled, and slowly, almost imperceptibly, he started moving his hips, pushing his cock against an entrance that, while wet, was tightened considerably by my orgasm. I closed my eyes and bit my lip as I felt the pressure build. Finally, the head of his cock eased into me, and as he slowly pushed deeper into me, I blinked and looked up at Derek's face – his teeth gritted, eyes closed. "Oh that's good Derek," I whispered, tracing paths down his chest with my fingers. "Just fill me up." I lifted my head and sucked on one of his nipples.

"Mmmmmmmm, I like that," he said throatily. "But not too much, I want to give you a nice, long first fuck." He kept easing his cock slowly into me until finally it was fully encased in the wet warmth of my pussy. I pulled his head down to kiss him, savoring the hardness of his cock in my pussy while I enjoyed the softness of his tongue in my mouth. After a moment, he started to slowly pull out, until only the head was left inside me. Then Derek pushed into me again, and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his thighs as he started to fuck me with deliciously deliberate, controlled thrusts.

"Your cock feels so good inside me Derek," I gasped as he stroked in and out of me. "Mmmmmm, it does feel good," he said hoarsely. After another couple of thrusts, he leaned down and whispered in my ear. "Spread your legs wider, Tammy, I want to see how deep I can go in you."

I unwrapped my legs from around his, and spread my thighs as wide as I could, feeling the muscles in my pussy tighten around Derek's cock. "Mmmmmmmmmm, that's better," he said, as he started thrusting into me more vigorously, his cock pushing into me deeper and deeper. "Oh, is it ever," I mumbled as I tried to arch my back to perhaps give him just another fraction of an inch.

Derek started fucking me faster and faster, and my enjoyment of his attention competed with my desire to not end the session too quickly. I grabbed his ass and squeezed as I looked up at him. "Derek, I want to be on top, OK?" I said breathlessly. He smiled down at me. "No problem, Tammy," he said as he rolled off and lay down on his back next to me.

I looked down at his erection, gleaming and slick from my pussy, and I was very eager to return it there. I straddled his hips, and guided his cock back into my body, groaning as it bored into me. I fucked myself as I kissed Derek's chest and nipples, then raised myself up so I was looking at his face. 

"So how do you like fucking your first white woman Derek?" I said nastily as I stared into Derek's dark eyes, his dark brown skin such a stark contrast to the light-colored sheets and pillowcases. Sweat dripped from my face onto Derek's chest.

His hands gripped my ass and squeezed, urging me to move faster. "Such a sweet, tight pussy you've got, Tammy," he said as he pushed his hips upward, driving himself deeper up and into me. "And your ass," he whispered as he gave my cheeks another squeeze. "Such a nice ass for a white woman," he panted between breaths. His thrusts sped up, and I looked him in the eye. "Do you want to come now, Derek?" I asked urgently. "Do you want to fill my white pussy with your come?" I panted, feeling delirious.

Derek pulled me off his cock and pushed me down on my back, then pushed his cock into me in one, fast thrust. "That's good, Derek, yes," I cried out loud. "Just fuck me until you come…"

After perhaps another half dozen ramming thrusts, he groaned as he pushed himself deeply and came inside me with hot, liquid spasms.

We lay joined together, motionless, for a moment, and Derek exhaled slowly and loudly. He looked down at me with a smile, then slowly eased his cock out of my pussy. He lay on his side, and started stroking one of my breasts.

"I love talking like that during sex," he said with a satisfied grin. I leaned up and kissed his chest. "That makes two of us," I replied. "And I also love it when a man fucks like that during sex," I added. "Wow," I exclaimed, falling back onto the pillow.




Tammy's Middle Aged Adventure Ch. 08



For a few minutes, we lay on the bed, catching our breath. I felt Derek's come slowly leaking out of me, forming a growing wet spot on the sheet beneath me.

Eventually, Derek leaned over and kissed my breast. "If you could stay for a little while," flicking his tongue across a nipple, "we could try it again?"

I paused a moment. "I, uh, I'd like to, Derek, but, um, I need to get home to, ah…."

Derek propped his head up on his elbow. "You need to get home to tell your husband everything you did here tonight, right?" he said with a smile and a wink.

"Um, yeah," I said sheepishly. "You must think we're some kind of perverts or something…"

"Mmmmm, not at all, Tammy," he said. "I think it's a pretty common fantasy. And actually, I think it's really great that you're willing to live it out like this," he said as he pushed himself up and leaned against the headboard. "Truth be told, I have had the same fantasy about Cynthia being with other men, or other women, but I don't think she'd ever actually do it. I've told her about it, but I think she's humoring me more than anything."

"Well," I said, stroking his chest, "if it's any consolation, a month ago I think Jack would have said the same thing about me. And here I am…."

"Maybe Tammy. I'll just enjoy being a part of your fantasy before I start getting my hopes up."

I stood up from the bed and picked my slip up off the floor, pulling it over my head. I looked around and saw my panties lying at the foot of the bed. I slipped them up my legs, then pulled on my dress. 

"I love watching a woman get dressed," Derek said. "Undressed too, but it's hot watching you put on your clothes."

"Thanks, Derek. Could you help me with the zipper?" I turned my back to him, and he walked behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing the skin of my back. He zipped me up, and I turned to him, standing so comfortably, nude, in front of me. "That was great," I said, looking up at him.

He leaned down to kiss me. "You are one very hot white woman," he whispered. "Thanks, Derek," I replied. A thought formed in my brain, and I decided to say it before I chickened out.

"But Derek, if you are, um, ever in any way, ah, not happy with me in bed…" I said, looking at my shoes.

"Yes, Tammy?" he said quizzically. I looked up at him.

"You, ah, you will need to spank me."

Derek's eyes slowly widened. He wrapped his arms around me.

"Don't tell me you're into S&M too???"

"No, I…I wouldn't call it that, I….well, let's just say I have a pretty wide submissive streak. I like being tied up and, um, ‘forced' to do things." The corners of Derek's mouth started turning up into a smile. "And, I, ah, I really like having my ass spanked or being disciplined when I've been bad."

"Or good, for that matter," I added with a nervous little laugh.

One of his hands drifted down my back to my ass. "I'll remember that for next time, Tammy," he whispered slowly. His tone both excited me and scared me. He walked me to the front door, and gave me another kiss. "Enjoy the rest of your evening," he said. "I, um, ah, I'm sure I will," I said nervously, my mind already beginning to think about what I'd be doing with my husband when I got home.

As I pulled out of Derek's driveway, I glanced at the clock – it was a little past 10, meaning that the kids would be asleep when I got home and Jack and I could lock the bedroom door and…

…I'd tell my husband how much I enjoyed going to be fucked by Derek…

I drove home in a slow simmer, anticipating what the night's second round of sex might be like. I knew how it would start, anyway…

I walked into the darkened house, the garage door shutting behind me. I walked quietly up the stairs, and into our bedroom. Jack rose from the bed, dimmed the lights, and locked the door behind me. Without saying a word, he unzipped my dress, letting it fall to the floor. Walking in front of me, he kissed me deeply, running his hands up and down my back and sides, using the fabric of the slip to caress my skin.

"Jack, I…" I began

"Shhhhhhhhh, Tammy," he said, pressing a finger to my lips. "You can tell me the details in a little while, after I make you come." He gently pushed me to the bed, and pushed my slip up to my hips. I closed my eyes as he pulled off my thong, spread my thighs and slowly kissed and licked my tender pussy.

"Oh, Jack, yes…." I moaned as his tongue pushed deeper into me. I writhed on the bed as he worked in and over my pussy with his lips and tongue. Finally, he started slowly flicking his tongue across my clit, and my breaths became shallower as I felt my second orgasm of the evening approach.

I gasped as my climax throbbed through me, gripping Jack's head between my legs as my body finally went limp.

After a moment, he crawled up my body, pushing my slip up over my breasts. He placed his cock at the entrance to my pussy, and slowly started pushing into me. He leaned down and kissed me deeply. 

"So tell me all about your evening with Derek," he whispered in my ear as he began a slow, sensuous fuck… 

…to be continued

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Tammy's Middle Aged Adventure Ch. 09



Note to readers: well, that last installment certainly prompted a lot of suggestions, and I'm guessing this one will too! Hope you enjoy it, and thanks for sticking with our story! Tammy

Wednesday morning....

The next morning was something of a blur, as we didn't get to sleep until after midnight, and I was still somewhat stunned at what I had actually done the previous evening.

After the morning mom duties, I sat down at my computer and opened my email.

"Jack?" I called out, my voice shaking slightly. "Could you...could you come take a look at something?" I said. I stared at my computer screen. Jack walked behind me and kissed me on the head.

"What's up, my lovely bride?" he asked, his voice still showing his enjoyment of last night's dual-bedroom sex. "Um, Derek sent me an email last night, must have been after I left his house."

I reread the text while Jack read it. The subject was simply "Next time."

Tammy,

Had a great time tonight, esp learning about some of your preferences. How about coming by Friday, maybe 9? Wear something black and sexy under your slip. And a dress that buttons down the front.

Derek

Jack rubbed my shoulders. "Looks like he got the message about being submissive," he whispered sexily. I stared at the screen. "Yeah, I...I think he did," I replied, remembering the look on Derek's face when I had told him about how I enjoyed being tied up and spanked.

"So he wants something black and sexy," Jack continued, his rubbing of my shoulders morphing seamlessly into foreplay. "I vote for the black corset and stockings," he said as he leaned down to gently kiss the back of my neck. "And go out and buy a lacy black thong too." He paused a moment, rereading the note.

"Why do you think he wants a dress with a button front?" Jack asked in between kisses. 

"I...I don't know," I said. "He said he likes watching women get undressed -- maybe he wants me to do a striptease for him or something?"

I closed my eyes, my mind swimming with Jack's caresses and suggestions, and the anticipation of what Derek might have in mind for his submissive "girlfriend"...

I stood up from my desk and turned to face my husband. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me slowly and deeply, running his hands over my body as he did so.

"So what would you like him to do to you Friday night, Tammy?" Jack whispered in my ear. His hands slowly began unbuttoning my blouse.

I gulped, my mouth suddenly dry. I thought back to the shower fantasies I had had since the session in the bank conference room. "I...I'd like him...to take me to his bedroom..." I began as Jack unsnapped my bra and squeezed my right breast.

"...and then he'd show me a vibrator, a big vibrator..." I continued as Jack pulled off my shirt and bra, lowering his mouth to one of my hardened nipples.

"..and he'd tell me that we were going to have a little race," I gasped out, "...to see who would come first."

Jack was now unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans, and I was lost in my fantasy. "He'd say I'd have to suck him off, while the vibrator was going inside me," I whispered, "...but that I'd...I'd have my hands tied behind my back, so I'd have to just..." 

Jack's fingers slipped inside my panties and slipped between my very wet pussy lips.

"...just use my mouth," I said, pausing to catch my breath in anticipation of an orgasm that was approaching very quickly. I licked my lips...

"And he'd say that if I came before he did," I continued as Jack's fingers stroked my clit, "that then...that then he'd have to punish me..."

Jack's finger started circling my clit. "And would you come first?" he whispered in my ear.

"Yes...yes, the vibrator would make it hard for me to...to concentrate on sucking," I said. "And I'd feel my own orgasm building, and...I'd try to fight it, to not come for as long as I could, all the while I'd be...I'd be sucking on Derek's cock, trying to get him to come first..."

I drove my tongue into Jack's mouth, kissing him hard, then pulled back.

"...but after fighting it for so long, I wouldn't be...I wouldn't be able to hold it any longer. I'd come, hard, and he'd just watch me..." I said, recalling the details of the fantasy. "He'd just watch me come...and when I was finished, he'd let me catch my breath..."

The fantasy became more and more vivid in my mind...

"...and then he'd take me over his lap, and spank me hard for coming first..." Jack stroked my clit harder and faster. "And then after he spanked me he'd stroke my ass and tell me to get down on my knees to finish him...."

I couldn't say another word as my orgasm welled up inside me, and was finally released with my husband's finger working my clit and Derek's imagined cock exploding down my throat.

The next two days and nights were punctuated by Jack urging me to imagine and describe other scenes involving my submission to Derek on Friday night. Needless to say, my "orgasm streak" continued.

Finally, Friday night arrived, and Jack and I arranged for a babysitter and went out to dinner, taking separate cars so I could depart directly from the restaurant to go to Derek's house. As Derek had requested and Jack suggested, I wore a dark red button-front dress, with a black slip, black corset, black thong and black stockings underneath it.

We enjoyed a long, quiet dinner, both of us stealing smiling glances at the other as we each thought about – but couldn't really talk about – what might be done to me later that night. Anyone else looking at us would have imagined a middle-aged couple having a romantic dinner as a prelude to hot sex later in the evening.

No one looking at us would have imagined the exact form that that hot sex would take.

After I finished my glass of wine, Jack paid the bill, and we slowly walked hand in hand out of the restaurant and into the parking lot, where we had parked next to each other in a secluded corner. 

As we stood next to my SUV, Jack took me in his arms and gave me a long, deep, romantic kiss. I wrapped my arms around him, feeling the dampness between my legs becoming more heated both by my husband's attentions and my anticipation of my evening with Derek.

He pulled back and looked into my eyes. "I love you, Tammy. Enjoy your evening," he whispered as he opened the door to my Suburban. Casting a quick look around, I lifted the back of my dress, and enjoyed Jack's smile as I climbed into my vehicle, my bare ass cheeks once again pressed into the seat.

I leaned over to give him one more kiss. "Love you too. Thank you, Jack," I said. "I'll...I'll see you later."

I backed out of the parking stall as Jack got into his car to drive home. And I was driving to Derek's home, to do...what? The question, fueled by all of the scenes Jack and I had dreamt up, caused a knot of curiosity and excitement to form in my stomach.

As I began the drive down one of the roads that would take me to Derek's house, my cell phone rang. I figured it was Jack, calling to tell me how turned on he was or something, but I didn't recognize the caller ID.

"Hello?"

"Hi Tammy, it's Derek," he said evenly. I checked the clock – it was only 8:45, he couldn't be wondering where I was.

"Hi Derek," I said, my voice undoubtedly betraying my excitement. "I'm just on the way to your house, I should be there in ten minutes."

"Good," he said smoothly. "But there's a couple of things I want you to do before you get here. First thing is pull off to the side of the road, as soon as you can."

"Um, ok," I said somewhat nervously, checking my rearview mirror, flicking on my turn signal and pulling onto a sidestreet. "I'm stopped," I said.

"Good. Tell me what you're wearing, Tammy."

I swallowed hard. "I'm...I'm wearing a dark red dress, that buttons up the front. And a black slip, a black corset, black stockings, and a black thong," I concluded, shifting my naked ass on the car seat, feeling more and more aroused.

"Excellent, Tammy," he said. "The first thing I want you to do is to put down the phone, and take off your dress."

I gulped, and felt my heart race. I sat silent for a moment. "Tammy? Did you hear me?"

"Yes, Derek," I said softly. "I'll be right back." I unbuttoned the dress, looking around to see if anyone might be watching, both scared and excited that someone would. With my dress already lifted up in back, I had it slipped off in a moment. I picked up the phone again.

"OK," I said, trying to catch my breath, "OK, I took my dress off Derek."

"Very good, Tammy," he said approvingly. "Now here's the next thing I want you to do before you get here," he said. I closed my eyes and held my breath, awaiting the instructions. 

"How full is your gas tank, Tammy?" I blinked in confusion at the question, and looked at my dashboard. "It's, um, it's about half full," I said.

"I want you to go to the gas station just before the entrance to Prairie Oaks, and fill up your gas tank. Don't put your dress back on. I will be watching from a distance."

I struggled to take a deep breath. "Yes Derek, I...I understand," I said finally. 

"Good, I'll see you in a few minutes." Click.

I shook my head, hardly believing what I had just agreed to do. And hardly believing how turned on I was at the idea...

A few minutes later, I arrived at the gas station. I tried to select a pump that would be the least visible from inside the convenience store and the adjoining road. I took a credit card out of my purse, took a deep breath and opened the car door, stepping into the cool night air wearing only lingerie.

I nervously opened the door to the gas tank, wondering if Derek was watching me, inserted my card into the pump and stood there for what seemed like hours as my Suburban's huge gas tank was topped off. Finally, the pump clicked, and I replaced the nozzle and closed the gas tank. As I walked to the open driver's door, I heard my cell phone ringing again.

"Hello?"

"You looked very hot, Tammy," Derek said. "Too hot to be around gasoline," he added.

"Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it," I said as I started to climb into my vehicle.

"No, wait," he said. "Before you do that, just stand where you were, and caress your right breast."

I looked around – there was one other car at the station but the driver must have been inside the store. I slowly raised my hand to my breast, and stroked my nipple through the silky fabric.

"Mmmmmm, very good, Tammy," Derek said. "Now there's just one more thing I want you to do. I want you to walk into the convenience store and buy a pack of condoms."

My mouth went dry – standing next to my car in something that from a distance would look like a slinky dress was one thing, but walking into a store wearing only lingerie?

"Uh, Derek, we...we don't need condoms, I... " 

"I know, Tammy. I just want you to go into the store and buy the condoms. It'll give the kid working there something to whack off about tonight after his shift is over."

His comment left no doubt that his request reflected not a desire for birth control, but Derek's desire for "Tammy control." 

And that turned me on incredibly.

I looked at the store – the car at the other pump was pulling away, and I didn't see anyone else in the store. "OK, Derek," I sputtered, retrieving my purse and locking my vehicle.

Walking quickly and nervously into the store, my breasts bouncing freely beneath the slip and above the corset, I glanced around, trying to see where they stocked the medicinal supplies. I saw the clerk – a teenage boy – look up from a magazine and do a double-take when he saw me.

Walking down one aisle, I saw aspirin bottles, and scanned quickly through the assortment. Finally I saw boxes of condoms, grabbed one at random and walked to the cashier station.

"Evening," the boy said, looking me up and down, as I placed the box on the checkout counter. "Good evening," I replied quietly. He scanned the box. "You have gas too?" he asked, his eyes looking to my breasts where my hardened nipples were obvious through the fabric of the slip. "Um, yes, but I paid for that at the pump," I said as I opened my purse.

"So is there anything else you'll need tonight?" he asked, somewhat leering. "Uh, no, no thank you, this'll be all I need."

I handed over a $10 bill and he returned the change. "Would you like a bag for that?" "Ah, no, no that's ok," I said, eager to get out of there.

"Kind of a chilly evening to go out dressed like that, isn't it?" he noted. "I...I forgot my coat," I said, picking up the box of condoms as I headed to the door. "Hope you have a good one," he called out after me.

I walked quickly back to my Suburban, fumbling with my keys as I tried to unlock it just as another vehicle pulled up to the pump behind me, its headlights making me feel like a stripper on stage. I quickly got in the car, and the cell phone rang again.

"Well done, Tammy, I'll meet you at my place in a few minutes." Click. 

I took a moment to catch my breath, and noticed the cool smoothness of my slip against my ass. I lifted myself up to pull the slip up behind me, turned on the engine and pulled out of the parking lot, desperate to have my now-raging hunger satisfied.

When I got to Derek's house, his porch, driveway and sidewalk were all brightly lit. I pulled into the driveway, grabbed the condoms and walked up the sidewalk to his front door, my dress still crumpled up on the passenger seat of the car.

I rang the doorbell and waited what seemed like a long time, turning the package of condoms over and over in my hands.. 

Was he watching me from a window, enjoying the scene of his "girlfriend" wearing only lingerie on his brightly lit porch? 

Finally, the door opened and Derek stood there smiling. "Very nice to see you again, Tammy," he said as I walked into his house. He closed the door, I handed him the box of condoms he had requested, then I threw my arms around him, driving my tongue into his mouth. He gripped me in his strong arms, letting his hands slide down my slip to my ass.

"Mmmmmmm, I'm going to go out on a limb here but I think you might just have a wide exhibitionist streak too," he said with a smile. "I...I just have never even, um, thought of doing something like that," I gasped, feeling like I was going to come without even being touched.

"Well, another first," he said, taking my hand and walking into the living room. He sat down on a large sofa, and looked up at me.

"Take off your slip, Tammy," he said tersely. I slowly ran my hands down my body, bending over to reach the hem of the slip at mid-thigh. Equally slowly, I pulled the garment up and over my head, tossing it on the floor. I stood in front of Derek, wearing my black corset, black stockings and a black thong.

"Perfect, Tammy," he said, patting the sofa next to him. I sat down next to him, and he pushed me back against the sofa, kissing me aggressively while his hands roamed over my breasts and legs.

"I haven't come since Tuesday night," Derek whispered. "So I'd like you to give me a nice, long, slow blowjob." I gazed up at him, intoxicated by what had been done so far this evening, hoping that it wouldn't be too long before I'd have my own orgasm.

I reached over to unbutton his jeans. "Your wish is my command, Derek," I said as I slowly unzipped his jeans. "Mmmmmm, that's the spirit, Tammy," he said.

I pulled his jeans and briefs down his legs, then hungrily lowered my lips to his hard cock, taking the dark, velvety head into my mouth. As I worked it into and out of my mouth, Derek ran his hands over my bare shoulders, my neck, my breasts. 

After a few more minutes of licking and stroking his shaft, I began to taste the salty drops of pre-come leaking from the tip. Thinking that the sooner Derek came, the sooner he would turn his attention to my pussy, I sucked and stroked more vigorously, massaging his balls with one hand while I stroked his shaft with the other. In a few more moments I felt his body tense. With a gasp, his whole body jerked and his cock filled my mouth with what seemed to be an enormous amount of come. I kept stroking his cock, squeezing every drop of the salty white fluid into my mouth, before I sat up, smiled at Derek and swallowed.

He smiled suspiciously, and his eyes sparkled. "I've prepared a little surprise for you," he said as he stood up from the couch, pulled up his briefs and jeans and took my hand. I was expecting to be led to the master bedroom, but instead he walked to a door off the kitchen. "It's in the basement," he said as he opened the door and pressed a light switch that only dimly illuminated the stairs and floor below.

"I...I thought you said the basement wasn't finished," I said as we walked slowly down the wooden stairs, my high heels clicking on every step, with Derek still holding my hand. "It isn't, but that's actually better for my purposes."

After taking a few steps away from the foot of the stairs, I saw what he was referring to. Hanging from one of the beams, I saw two ropes dangling, perhaps two yards apart, each looped into a small noose at the end. A chill ran down my spine at the same time that the heat between my legs seemed to pulse along with my racing heart.

Derek placed his hand on my back, and pushed me gently but firmly to a point between the two ropes. He lifted my left hand, secured it in one noose, then tightened the rope around my wrist. 

I felt as if I would faint as he moved to my right side to repeat the process. Ever since adolescence, I had fantasized about being bound, standing, with my hands tied above my head – my body completely exposed and vulnerable. I never knew why I found that idea so arousing, and I had never mentioned it to Jack, but now, as Derek tightened the rope on my right wrist, I realized that the reality was even hotter than the fantasy.

Derek disappeared from my field of view, then returned to stand in front of me, holding what looked like a plastic pipe, perhaps a yard long. He held it in front of me, and I saw that it, too, had a noosed rope coming out either end.

I closed my eyes as Derek placed the pipe between my legs, forcing my legs apart, and securing the rope around my ankles. He stood up, and pulled on the ropes that were around my wrists, stretching my arms up and away from my body. I was helplessly spread-eagled, vertically, in his basement.

Derek kissed me deeply and slowly, running his hands over my breasts and ass as he did so. I tried, unsuccessfully, to press my pussy against him, hoping that a slight brush against him might trigger the orgasm that had been building in me for hours. Finally, he pulled away.

"Tammy, I'm afraid your blowjob was a little bit faster than what I had wanted," he whispered in my ear. I gasped, realizing what would happen next.

"So I'm going to have to punish you for being a little too eager to suck me off," he added.

I struggled to breathe, and blinked as Derek once again disappeared from my field of view. A moment later, I felt him behind me, and then felt a wide piece of black velvet being placed over my eyes, and tied behind my head.

I shifted my weight on my legs, my heels clicking on the concrete floor below, as I strained to listen for clues as to what was going on around me. I startled as I felt Derek's hand squeeze my left breast, and felt his lips on my back, above my corset.

The next thing I felt was a very cool, smooth piece of wood rubbed slowly down my ass.

"I've always wanted to use a fraternity paddle like this," Derek whispered in my ear. He kissed my cheek, and gave my breast another squeeze. "I want you to count out every stroke," he said. I nodded my head in agreement, as I sensed him moving to my side and slightly behind me.

The first stroke seemed to force the air out of my lungs, as I writhed in the bonds, feeling my heart pound. I licked my lips, and eventually whispered "one."




Tammy's Middle Aged Adventure Ch. 09



The blows came in irregular intervals, striking my ass harder than a hand but not so hard as to knock me off my feet. After ten, Derek stopped and stroked my tender, red ass, and kissed my neck.

"Halfway done, Tammy," he said, and stepped back to administer the second round of punishment. After another two or three strokes I felt like I was having some sort of quasi-orgasmic experience, riding a wave of sensation but without the sharp, unwinding feeling of a climax. As if in a trance, I counted out the remaining strokes of the paddle.

After the twentieth, I heard Derek put the paddle down, and felt him behind me. Again, he stroked my ass, and untied the blindfold. He walked in front of me, my eyes searching for his to plead for an orgasm.

His hand traced a path from my neck, to my breast, then down my corset to my thigh. 

"Oh Derek, pleeeeeeease," I begged.

"What is it you want, Tammy?" he said in response.

"I need to come so bad, please make me come Derek?"

A finger slipped behind my thong and slowly pushed into my pussy.

"You're so wet, Tammy," he said as he lifted the finger to my mouth and I eagerly licked and sucked my own juices off of it. 

"You must be enjoying yourself tonight?"

"Yes," I blurted out, "yes, I am, I am so turned on Derek, just please get me off now??"

His finger again slipped behind my thong and started stroking my clit. I tried to breathe as deeply as I could, as I felt my orgasm rapidly welling up in me, finally exploding as my body and brain convulsed in response to the hours of anticipation and stimulation, finally released.

As my breathing finally returned to something approaching normal, Derek knelt and loosened the ropes around my ankles, letting me step away from the pipe that had held my legs apart while I was paddled. He kissed me deeply, his tongue probing my mouth, then pulled away and freed my wrists.

"Let's go up to the bedroom next," he said, again taking my hand and leading me back upstairs. I wasn't consciously walking, I just seemed to float across the floor and stairs, pulled along by Derek.

Once again, his bed was prepared, with the sheets and blankets folded at the foot. "Lie down, Tammy," he said.

I moved to the bed and sat down on the edge, the smooth, cool sheets so soothing to the red skin of my paddled ass. I slowly slid to the center of the bed, as Derek stripped off his shirt, jeans and briefs. His cock was rock hard, and I spread my thighs slightly in invitation.

He walked around the foot of the bed and crawled next to me. "So your husband wants to watch the first time I fuck your ass, right?" he said slowly.

"Mmmmmm-hmmmmmmm," I said, turning to him and kissing his chest, shuddering slightly as I caressed his erection, wondering what it would feel like in my ass. 

"I got an invitation yesterday that may be an interesting way of expediting that," he said, running his fingers through my hair. "The bank owns a small community bank near Minneapolis," he said, my brain struggling to process what he was saying through a thick haze of post-orgasm/pre-fuck arousal.

"Every year," he continued, "they buy a table at this big black tie charity ball that's held at one of the downtown hotels." Derek stroked my back above the corset.

"This year they apparently were having some trouble hitting their attendance target, so the bank bought a second table. The guy I work with up there sent me an email asking if I wanted to come up for the ball, and I could bring a couple of other people to help fill up the table."

Derek's hand drifted down to the sensitive skin of my ass. "So I was thinking I could get a nice, big suite for the weekend, you and Jack could come up, we could go to the ball, and then the three of us could go back to the suite and..."

He squeezed my ass.

"...and you could sodomize me while Jack watches," I said, the words stoking my arousal higher still.

"When...when is it?" I asked.

"Two weeks from tonight," Derek responded. "Think you two can go?"

I struggled to remember what we might have going that week. I knew I was supposed to start my period in a few days, so that wouldn't be an issue by then. Oh shit, was Jack traveling that week?

"Jack had said something about doing a three day west coast trip that week, I think, but I don't remember which days." My hand continued to stroke Derek's shaft, and I was eager to feel it between my legs as soon as possible. "Can I find out and just let you know on Monday?" I whispered.

Derek was silent for a moment. 

"Why don't you just call him now?" he said, reaching over and retrieving a cordless phone from beside his bed and handing it to me with a smile.

"C-call him? Now?" I said.

"That's right," Derek said gently but firmly. "Call him. Now."

I blinked and took the phone from him and dialed our home phone number.

"Hi Jack," I said nervously, looking at Derek.

"I'm...I'm still at Derek's house," I said. "In his bedroom," I added. Derek looked at me and smiled, flicking a finger across my right nipple.

"It's been incredible so far," I said. "Derek just finished spanking me for sucking him off too fast," I said, my heart racing. "I was strung up in his basement. And he made me go into a convenience store just wearing my lingerie and buy a pack of condoms." I tried to tack the conversation in a logistical direction. 

"Um, Jack, are...were you talking about going out west the week after next?"

Derek gave my left nipple the same treatment, making it very difficult for me to concentrate.

"So you'd be back Wednesday, then?" I asked, trying desperately to think straight. "Um, Derek has invited us to a charity ball in Minneapolis the Friday night after you get back," I said. "He'll get a hotel suite and after the ball..." I looked at Derek, as his mouth moved to my right breast.

"...you could watch while he takes my ass ---- ohhhhhh, that's good," I whispered.

"Hmmmm? Derek...Derek is just sucking on one of my nipples," I replied to my husband's question. I felt Derek's teeth surround and squeeze the tender bud. "Aiieeeee," I mewled at the bite. 

"He...he just bit my nipple..."

I realized I was getting extremely excited at describing Derek's actions to Jack – I imagined him, lying on our bed, stroking his cock as he listened to me.

Derek moved his lips to my ear and whispered a request that made me shudder.

"J-Jack?" I asked.

"Derek, um, Derek wants me to ask you if it's ok if he fucks your wife now." I closed my eyes, awaiting the response.

I turned to Derek. "He says you can fuck me as long as he gets to listen."

Derek smiled, and reached under his pillow. "Why do you think I had you call him in the first place?" he said, grinning, as he produced a headset, the kind that phone operators and receptionists wear, with the long, clear plastic tube for a mouthpiece. He connected the headset to the phone, and positioned the headset on my head, with the microphone right next to my mouth.

"You'll want to be hands-free for this, Tammy," he said as his fingers roamed down my stomach.

"He's...he's rubbing my pussy through my thong," I said, my eyes closed. I felt the skimpy fabric begin to be pulled down. "And now...now he's pulling my thong down my legs," I gasped out as Derek pulled my thong over my feet and tossed it on the floor.

Derek crawled on top of me and placed the head of his cock at my pussy, eliciting a sharp, deep moan from me.

"Are you ready, Tammy?" Derek asked mere inches from my face, in a voice easily audible over the microphone.

"Yes, yes Derek, I'm ready," I replied, imagining how all of this would sound to Jack over the phone.

"Then spread your legs wide," Derek said, "just like the other night."

I spread my legs and wrapped my arms around Derek's back, trying to pull him down, urging him to penetrate me. He was motionless.

"I'm ready, Derek," I begged. "I've got my legs spread," I whispered. Derek slowly started pushing into me.

"Ohhhhhh, yes, that's....that's good Derek...just keep..."

I realized that Derek's slow pace was designed to get me to be more vocal in urging him on...

"yes...just fill me up....oh yes... oh your cock feels so good pushing inside me..."

Derek looked down at me. "Spread your legs wider, Tammy, so I can fuck you really deep."

I gasped, and forced my legs just a little bit wider, arching my back slightly at the same time. 

"Uhhhnnnnnnn," I gasped as Derek took advantage of the opportunity to thrust his full length into me. "Your...cock... feels...so...big," I squealed, my breathing loud and rapid. "How...how is that ever going to fit in my ass?" 

"Don't worry, it will," Derek said with a grin as he started pulling out of my pussy. 

We gasped and kissed loudly as Derek accelerated his fucking, and I urged him on. His hands gripped my ass cheeks and he started fucking me faster and faster.

"So good, Derek," I moaned. "Fuck me harder, as hard as you can..." The headboard banged against the wall behind it. "I'm...I'm going to come," Derek said as with one, deep lunge his cock exploded deep inside me. "Yes, yes, I can feel you, Derek," I moaned as I felt his cock spasming and draining into me.

He pulled out of me and lay down on the bed next to me. A vibrator appeared in his hand from out of nowhere, and he whispered "your turn, Tammy."

He twisted the bottom of the vibrator and a loud buzz filled the room.

"He's...he's going to use a vibrator on me," I said as the plastic tip touched my pussy lips. "Oh...ok, just...just a little higher, right...right on my clit..." I said. "Yes...there...that's...just hold it there...."

I felt my body tighten as my orgasm approached...

"oh Derek....yes, just...just another...second...."

...and arrived...

"Oh YES, oh right there! Just....yes, just...oh, mmmmmmmmm, yes, now.....just stroke my clit with your...with your finger, Derek," I said finally as my body finally went limp. I rested for a moment, then was brought back to reality by a voice in the headset.

I blinked. "So have you come yet, Jack?" I asked with a smile.

"Mmmmmmm, ok, I'll take care of you when I get home. OK. Love you too. See you in a while."

I took off the headset and pressed the "END" button on the phone, giving it back to Derek.

"This has certainly been a night of firsts," I said, looking up at him. "And you've enjoyed them all?" he asked.

"Oh very, very much," I replied, leaning up to kiss him.

He dropped a hand to my ass. "So the three of us will meet in Minneapolis and I can...take my girlfriend's ass?" 

"I...I think we can get my sister to come stay with the kids," I replied. "So yes...you'll...you'll be able to take my ass, two weeks from tonight."

"Mmmmmm, excellent," he said, giving my cheek a squeeze.

"Your wife...Cynthia...doesn't like anal sex?" I asked.

"She doesn't know, she's never tried it," Derek replied. "Every time I bring it up she says she's afraid it'll hurt, or it's not natural, or it'll be messy, or something like that," he said.

He leaned back against the headboard. "Cynthia knows I had been with other women before I met her, but I've never told her details or anything. My sophomore year in college, I dated this woman who was incredibly, ah, energetic in bed. She loved it in the ass, and I loved giving it to her in the ass."

"So you haven't fucked a woman in the ass since college?" I asked. "Uh huh," Derek replied.

"Jack had wanted me to try it too for years and I, well, I used a lot of the same things that Cynthia says but when I finally let him do it...wow. I just wished I'd tried it a lot sooner."

"Well, two weeks from tonight, I'll make up for lost time," Derek said. "Hey, if your husband hasn't come yet you'd better get home to get him off before his balls explode!"

"That would be a good idea," I said as I sat up on the bed, my ass still sore from the paddling. I reached for my thong and slipped it up my legs, wondering briefly if Jack could be persuaded to go down on me again before I got him off.

"Um, where's my slip?" I said, looking around. "Down in the living room, remember?" Derek said with a smile as he pulled on a bathrobe. "Oh yeah," I replied, "after the convenience store but before the spanking," I said. "Now I remember."

We walked to the living room and I pulled my slip on over my head. Derek walked me to the door, and I retrieved my car keys from the table, next to the box of unused, symbolic condoms.

"Thanks for everything tonight, Derek," I said. "I'll...I'll try to be slower on the blowjob next time." Derek leaned down to kiss me. "It was fine -- if you were slower I would have paddled you for not being fast enough. It's what you call a lose-lose situation."

"I'll take that kind of lose-lose anytime," I said. "Will you...um, see me before Minneapolis?" I asked.

"Of course, Tammy," he said. "We've got a committee meeting next Tuesday. Why don't we plan on driving somewhere afterwards and you can suck me off in the car?"

Once again, his bluntness was both surprising and arousing.

"That, um, sounds great, Derek. I'll...I'll see you Tuesday."

I walked out the door, down the sidewalk and to the driveway, completely at ease being in public wearing nothing but lingerie. Maybe Derek was right, maybe I do have some sort of exhibitionist streak in me, I thought as I pulled out of the driveway and drove home through streets that were utterly deserted after midnight.

Once home, I walked quietly up the stairs, carrying my dress folded over my arm. Jack welcomed me passionately to the bedroom, and after stripping off my slip, inspecting the marks from my spanking and sliding off my thong, he mounted me, his cock's entrance to my pussy eased by the remnants of Derek's orgasm less than an hour earlier.

As I whispered the details of my excursion at the convenience store and my bound spanking in Derek's basement, Jack too flooded my pussy with his climax.

After we caught our breath, I changed quickly into my pajamas and my husband and I drifted off to sleep. Tomorrow we would begin to work on the logistics to take our trip to Minneapolis, so Derek could take my ass.

...to be continued.

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Tammy's Middle Aged Adventure Ch. 10



Jack and I lay next to each other on the bed, our heart rates slowing as we recovered from another session of intense sex. After a moment, I rolled onto my side, feeling my husband's climax leaking from my pussy, and slowly started stroking his chest. 

"So what do you think we'll be doing twenty-four hours from right now?" I asked casually, giving him a soft peck on the cheek. He leaned up to look at the clock on the nightstand, and placed his hand on my thigh. "I'm guessing," he said, slowly stroking the flesh, "that tomorrow night at this time…" he kissed my lips, then pulled back.

"…you and I will be on the dance floor…I'll be holding you close, during a dark, slow dance…" His hand started moving in ever widening circles…

"…and I'll whisper in your ear that Derek hasn't been able to keep his eyes off your ass all night, and how hot you look in your gown, and how sexy it is, knowing what you're wearing underneath it…"

I pressed my fingers to my husband's lips. "OK…um, OK, I…I get the idea, Jack" I said, knowing that if Jack kept talking I'd want to come again and a third time tonight would take an impractically long time.

"No problem, Tammy," Jack said with a smile, his hand slipping slowly between my legs to stroke my pussy, freshly re-waxed this morning, and slickened from our passionate coupling just concluded.

We lay together, each of us contemplating what tomorrow would bring. I decided now would be as good a time as any to indulge a curiosity I had had for years, and which had become especially acute because of the activity over the last few weeks, and our weekend trip to Minneapolis tomorrow.

"Jack, I know, or I guess, that it's a fairly common fantasy among men to watch their wives with other men," I said, stroking his chest. "But what is it that turns you on so much? Why is it such a hot fantasy for you?"

Jack closed his eyes, and I could sense his mind trying to address the question as he lay silent for a moment. Finally, his eyes opened and he smiled.

"It's…it's kind of hard to explain," he began. "I don't know about other men and their wives," he continued. "But for me, I've always thought you were very, very sexy, and…" he rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling for a moment.

"And I've always wanted to see you…" He paused again, searching for the right word. "Consumed by pure lust. And as hot as it is when we have sex, it can't ever be pure lust, because we love each other. But with another man, it can be pure lust, because you don't love each other."

He turned to look at me. "Does that make any sense?" he asked with a smile.

"Sort of," I said, giving him a little peck on the cheek. "I think I know what you're getting at."

"It's kind of a more intense version of why I get so turned on when you masturbate," he added, "that it's just something that's purely sexual."

Another comfortable, silent moment passed in the bedroom's intimate darkness.

"And is that the same reason you get turned on when I'm submissive with Derek?" I asked.

"Basically," Jack replied. "As much as I like tying you up and spanking you and using the nipple clamps and all of those things, at the end of the day, I'm still your husband and you're my wife and that creates a sort of, um, a sort of practical limit to the things I can do to you."

He stroked my cheek. "I mean, I don't think I would have ever thought of asking you to pump gas or buy condoms wearing just your lingerie, and even if I had I don't think you would have done it as readily. Same thing last week, when he made you take off your clothes and suck him off on that frontage road by the golf course. With Derek, it's…it's less restricted somehow."

"I…I kind of feel the same way," I said. 

Another moment passed.

"Um, I was wondering something about tomorrow night," I began.

"Mmmm-hmmmmm?" my husband replied.

"When Derek, um…." I stammered.

"When Derek takes your ass," my husband said, stroking my ass gently.

"Yeah, when…when Derek takes my ass, I…I'd like to be wearing the collar. And the chain attached to it."

Jack kissed me gently on the lips. "That sounds like a great idea," he whispered.

"Thank you, Jack," I replied, relieved. I had been including that particular "prop" in all of my fantasies about Derek taking my ass, and was afraid, somehow, that Jack wouldn't like that idea. Why I thought that, I don't know, but now the request was made, and sometime tomorrow night, my fantasies would become reality. 

I contemplated the addition of the collar and chain to all of the other sexual accoutrements we were hauling to Minneapolis. "Boy, I wonder what the security guys at the airport are going to think when they inspect our suitcases," I said nervously.


"Ah, I wouldn't worry about it, Tam. They've probably seen it all."

I considered Jack's unconcerned response. "Yeah, but have they seen it all, all in ONE suitcase?!?" I asked.

"Maybe you're right," he laughed as he no doubt envisioned an inspector carefully going through a suitcase that might have looked like something destined for the set of a porno shoot. "But I still wouldn't worry about it," he said finally, leaning up again to look at the clock.

"We'd better get to sleep here, Tam, we've got a busy day tomorrow. And you're going to have a very full night tomorrow night," he added, giving my ass cheek a strong squeeze. Twenty minutes later, we were both asleep.

Friday afternoon

As my husband handled the luggage, I opened the door to the hotel suite. "Wow," I exclaimed as I walked into the foyer. "This is probably bigger than our first house!" Jack set down the suitcases and surveyed the room. "That's for sure," he said, taking my hand. "Shall we give ourselves a little tour?"

We walked through the nearest door and into a large bedroom with an adjoining bathroom. "This is nice," I said, peeking into the bathroom, somewhat perplexed that it actually seemed rather modest considering the lavishness of the main room. 

We walked back through the main room, pausing to admire the view from the floor-to-ceiling windows on one wall. We opened another door, and it was immediately apparent that this was the main bedroom – a huge bed, with a bar and refrigerator near one of the windows, and an intimate sitting area in a comfortable nook. We could see a huge whirlpool tub and a walk-in shower in the adjoining bathroom.

Jack put one arm around me and pointed to the nightstand. "Looks like Derek came prepared," he whispered. I followed his finger and saw a large bottle of lubricant. I caught my breath as I realized this was the room, and this was the bed, where, in a few short hours, Derek would sodomize me.

I leaned my head on Jack's chest, feeling my arousal slowly building as I anticipated the evening's activities.

"So where would you like to be when Derek….when Derek takes my ass?" I whispered, casting a quick glance around the room and then looking up at my husband. He leaned down and kissed me gently on the lips. "I'd like to be inside you, looking up at you," he said, kissing me again. "Just like it would have been in college."

"I…I'd like that, Jack," I said quietly. "But we, um, the only thing I've told Derek is that, ah, that you would watch, I…I don't know how he'll be with that." Jack squeezed my waist. "Don't worry about it, Tam. How about you go off to the ladies room once we're at dinner or something and I'll ask him and if he doesn't like the idea we'll figure out something else?"

"That would be great," I said, relieved that Jack would broach the topic with Derek. I looked again at the bottle of lube on the nightstand, and the clock radio next to it. "Derek's note at the front desk said he'd be back around 6, and the reception starts at 7" I said. "So we should probably start, um, getting me ready?" I said, searching Jack's eyes for any hint of jealousy or second thoughts, and seeing nothing but love for me, and excitement at what his wife would be doing tonight.

"Sounds like a plan," Jack said with a smile, taking my hand and walking with me to the other bedroom, picking up our luggage along the way.

Once in the bedroom, Jack hung the bags containing his tuxedo and my gown in the closet, and opened the suitcase on the bed. He held up the "TSA Inspection" leaflet and smiled. "See? No problem Tammy," he said as he started unpacking it. "But I'll bet there's some wife or girlfriend of the inspector who is going to have a surprisingly good time tonight," he said with a little laugh.

"Help me get undressed, Jack?" I asked, walking closer to him, reveling in the thought that I would be spending the next few hours together with my loving husband and my black lover, an extended foreplay leading to what would surely be an incredible experience for all three of us.

"I'd be happy to, Tam," he said as he kissed me, lightly, then deeply, as his fingers slowly unbuttoned my blouse. "Are you excited about tonight?" he whispered in my ear as he pulled the blouse off my body, tossing it on the floor. His hands moved to my breasts, caressing them through the fabric of the bra.

"Yes, Jack," I replied, my voice barely audible. "I'm….I've really been looking forward to it," I said as my husband unsnapped my bra and moved his hands to my erect nipples. My hand moved to his crotch, and I slowly stroked his erection through his jeans. "And…and I know how long you've been waiting to…to see me taken by another man." I kissed him deeply.

His hands moved down my stomach, and unfastened my belt, then unzipped my pants. A moment later, I stepped out of them. As I did, I caught a glimpse of my body, now clad only in a pair of black panties, in a full-length mirror on the wall. Jack kissed me again, and his hands slowly moved down my back, coming to rest on my ass, the focal point of tonight's activities.

"I have been waiting a long time, Tammy," he said, his fingers gently squeezing and stroking my ass. "And tonight will be the first of many times, I hope." His fingers slipped behind the waistband of my panties, and he slowly pulled them down my legs and off my body. I was totally nude – the first stage of my preparation for this evening.

"Um, Jack, why don't you go get things ready in the bathroom, and I'll set out my clothes for later?" He looked into my eyes and gave my ass a final stroke. "OK, Tammy," he said as he gave me a peck on the cheek. He moved to the suitcase, retrieved a few items, and left me alone in the room.

For a moment, I just looked at myself in the mirror. 

If someone had told me two months ago I'd be standing in a hotel room, being prepared by my husband for my black lover to sodomize me…

I shook my head and admired my body in the mirror. Over the last few weeks, I had felt sexier than I ever had. Jack and I had had some of the best, most passionate sex of our lives.

And the sex with Derek was so intense, so…what was the phrase Jack had used last night? 

Consumed by pure lust.

That was it, exactly. 

I moved to the suitcase and took out the black stockings, black garter belt and the black, strapless bra that I would be wearing under my gown tonight. Then, moving aside some "normal" weekend clothes, I took out the corset that I would be wearing tonight. Not a little faux corset from a lingerie store – this one was fully boned, with lacing up the back that, when pulled tight, would give me a drop-dead gorgeous "hourglass" figure that would inevitably highlight my breasts, and my ass.

I shuddered as I held it up – I had tried it on only once, and Jack hadn't tightened the laces like I knew he would tonight.

"Tammy? I've got things ready for you, whenever you're ready," Jack said, leaning in the doorway, watching his nude wife prepare her ensemble for the evening. "Ah, ok, I'm…I'm ready now," I said, putting the corset down and walking over to my husband, wrapping my arms around him and giving him a kiss.

"Thank you for helping, Jack," I said, as he took my hand and walked with me into the bathroom.

"You're sure this is really necessary?" he asked as he secured the enema bag to the rod that held up the shower curtain. "I mean, I've never had a problem taking your ass without one of these…"

I gazed at the bag, filled with warm water. "I…I know, Jack, I just…I would just feel, um, more comfortable knowing that, uh, there weren't going to be any distractions."

Jack picked up the nozzle and squeezed some lube onto it.

"And…and besides, I'm guessing that, um, after Derek takes my ass, that, uh, that'll only be the beginning and I…I don't want to have to stop for anything once we get started."

"OK, Tam, whatever you want. You're sure you want to hold it for that long? Ten minutes sounds like an awfully long time to me." 

"Yes, Jack, please…just…no matter what I say or how much I beg, just make me hold it for ten minutes."

He walked next to me and stroked my ass. "OK then. Why don't you bend over the counter and spread your legs?"

I looked at myself in the mirror, suddenly wondering whether or not this was such a good idea, but resolving that I would include a thorough cleansing as part of preparing my body for Derek tonight. Bending at the waist, my breasts came to rest on the cold surface of the counter, and I closed my eyes as I felt my husband spread my cheeks, and slowly push the lubricated nozzle into my rectum.

"OK, Tammy, here comes the water."

I immediately felt the warm water flowing into my body, and I momentarily savored the sensation, both on its own and as a form of preparing my ass for Derek. As my bowels filled, though, the feeling changed from enjoyment to a growing discomfort. Jack stroked my back and my ass gently.

"I'm going to squeeze the bag a little, Tam," he said, and as he did so I felt like my body was attached to a firehose or something. "Just a little bit more, Tammy," he said, as he gave the bag another squeeze. I gasped at the fullness, and I shifted my weight from one leg to another, trying to get on top of the discomfort.

"How…how much longer, Jack?" I asked. "It's only been a minute, Tammy," he said, stroking my back again. "So you've got nine minutes left to go."

My muscles began cramping and I instantly regretted setting a ten minute deadline. A moment later, it seemed like every pore on my body exploded with sweat. "Oh, Jack, I…I don't know if I can take it," I gasped. He gently placed his hand on my back and slowly rubbed my skin. "You can do it, Tammy," he whispered in my ear. "Remember why you're doing it," he continued as his hand moved slowly down my back to my ass, the touch of his fingers providing some comfort against the relentless pressure inside my body.

"I…I know, Jack," I said, trying to steel my resolve by thinking of later tonight, when my ass would be offered to Derek. 

"Just think how full your ass is going to feel when Derek pushes his cock into it," Jack continued, his hand rubbing up and down my ass cheeks. "And how it's going to feel, with my cock in your pussy and Derek's cock in your ass," he added. The imagery was succeeding in taking my mind off my cramping muscles.

"Yes…yes, Jack," I gasped out. "Keep…keep talking, Jack, it's….it's helping me."

"That's good," he said. "Seven minutes to go."

Again, I didn't know how I would possibly be able to last that long.

"I'll be in your pussy," Jack continued, "and then I'll slowly spread your cheeks, and Derek will spend a long time getting your ass lubed and ready for him…"

Behind the cramps, Jack's words were firing my arousal.

"…and then he'll place the tip of his cock between your cheeks, and slowly, ever so slowly, start pushing into you."

"Yes, Jack," I whispered in between breaths. "And….and then what will you do?" I asked.

"I'll be perfectly still inside you, and I'll look up at your face, and into your eyes, and watch your expression as you feel Derek's cock filling your ass. And your pussy will grip my cock tighter as you try to accommodate him pushing his way deeper and deeper into you."

"Oh, that sounds wonderful, Jack," I panted out loud.

The bathroom was silent for a moment, save for the sound of my labored breathing.

"Five minutes left, Tammy," Jack said, stroking my back again.

"And…and while Derek is pushing into my ass," I said, continuing Jack's scenario, "you'll…you'll squeeze my breasts and stroke and suck my nipples," I moaned, imagining what it would feel like to have my pussy, ass and breasts all stimulated at the same time.

"Mmmm hmmmmm," Jack said. "And then when he's all the way in, I'll use the chain and the collar to pull you down and kiss you deeply, and then Derek will slowly start to fuck your ass."

"Oh yes, Jack, yes…" I said, the mental picture painted by his words so appealing. "Jack, honey, I….I think I can make it if…if you can make me come," I said. "Please… stroke my pussy and get me off?"

His hand traced a path down my ass, to my thigh, and slowly moved into the moist, pink folds of flesh between my legs.

"Like this, Tammy?" he said as a finger pressed into the slit. "Yes, Jack," I said, the pressure inside me and the stimulation between my legs performing a strange alchemy of arousal. 

"Oh, good, Jack…now…now my clit," I said, shifting my weight on my legs and eagerly anticipating both my orgasm and the relief that would be imminent as soon as ten minutes had passed.

My husband's finger moved to the sensitive bud of flesh, and started stroking it methodically. "Just think, Tammy," he said in a whisper. "In a few hours, after dinner and drinks and dancing with both Derek and me…" 

His finger started stroking my clit faster.

"…we'll come back here, the three of us, and you'll be stripped…"

I struggled to breathe, as my husband's finger continued to accelerate.

"…and kissed, and stroked, and squeezed, and fucked…"

I felt my climax building.

"…and sodomized."

My orgasm gripped me, its tension incompletely released as I had to continue to hold the enema inside me. I collapsed on the counter, trying to control the strange swirl of discomfort and release that were simultaneously coursing through my body.

Jack kissed my back.

"That's eleven minutes, Tammy," he said, a touch of pride audible in his voice. "I'll just let you take care of things from here," he said as he removed the nozzle from my ass and left the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

A few minutes later, as I stood in the shower, shampooing my hair and lathering up my body, I marveled at how much I had wound up enjoying an experience originally intended as nothing more than a clinical cleaning. My husband, it seemed, could make almost anything sexy.

I luxuriated in the shower, carefully cleaning every inch of my body, looking forward to everything that would happen tonight. Finally, I turned off the water, toweled myself off and slipped on one of the hotel's fluffy bathrobes. I returned to the bedroom.

"The bathroom's all yours, darling," I told my husband, giving him a kiss on the cheek. As I attended to my hair, Jack quickly stripped off his clothes and walked into the bathroom. I noted that his cock was neither erect nor flaccid – I wondered if, or how, he would be able to dance with an erection.

As my husband showered, I did my hair and makeup, keenly aware that in less than an hour, my husband would finally meet my "boyfriend." And that a few hours after that….

As I contemplated that thought, I dabbed Lauren on strategic places on my body, confident that both Jack and Derek would now associate that scent with what would be done tonight.

Jack finished his shower, shaved and returned to the bedroom, where he quickly put on his tuxedo while I was still in my bathrobe, finishing up my makeup. Finally, I turned away from the mirror and admired my husband as he futzed with his bow tie – a dark, purple silk that would match the color of my gown.




Tammy's Middle Aged Adventure Ch. 10



"You look so handsome in a tux, Jack," I said, walking towards him and running my hands over the lapels of his jacket. "Ready to help me with the corset?" I asked.

Jack unknotted my robe's belt and it off my body. "Very ready, Tammy," he said as he kissed me. I turned to the dresser and looked at myself in the mirror as Jack brought the front of the corset around my body, over my stomach.

After a moment of getting the laces started, he began the process of pulling, tightening and securing each set of laces, then repeating the process, pausing every few moments to kiss my back or stroke my ass. I watched in the mirror as my waistline shrank, and my breasts and hips seemed to grow. I found it difficult to take a deep breath, and wondered what breathing would be like later, if I did wind up sandwiched between Jack and Derek.

With a final tug, the lacing was done. "You look absolutely beautiful in that, Tammy," Jack said, wrapping his arms around my now-very-constrained waist. 

"Thank you, Jack," I said, turning to him and kissing him. "I…I want to make everything tonight live up to your fantasies as much as possible."

I walked to the bed and retrieved a black, lacy thong, and slipped it up my legs. The black garter belt and stockings came next. Finally, I put on my black, silk, strapless bra, and walked to the closet, where I retrieved the off-the-shoulder gown, with one long leg slit, that I would wear until Jack and Derek decided it was time to return to the suite.

I slipped it on, and walked to my husband, turning my back to him to let him zip up the back. I stepped into my heels, and slowly twirled in front of Jack.

"You will be the sexiest woman there tonight," he said with a smile. He picked up my gold and diamond necklace from the dresser, and put it around my neck, fastening the clasp in back. I looked in the mirror, and just as it had during my first "lunch date" with Derek, the necklace seemed to draw the eye to my breasts.

The necklace secured, I turned to my husband and gave him a deep, long kiss. As our tongues slowly twirled together, we heard the door to the hotel hallway open and close. Jack pulled away and smiled at me. "Time for me to meet Derek, I guess," he said. I gulped anxiously as he took my hand and led me into the main room, where Derek stood by the bar.

"Tammy, you look beautiful as always," he said, walking to me and giving me a polite kiss on the cheek. "And you must be Jack," Derek said with a broad smile, extending his hand to my husband, which Jack grasped and shook. "I think I owe you one hell of a big 'thank you,' Jack," Derek said with a grin. "Your fantasies about your wife have certainly made the last few weeks very interesting for me."

Jack's hand squeezed mine. "But if it weren't for you, Derek, they'd still just be fantasies, so I think I'm the one who should be thanking you!"

They laughed good-naturedly, and Derek put his hand on my back, letting it slide down to my ass. "Hey, listen, I'm going to go take a quick shower and get changed, you guys help yourselves to anything in the bar or refrigerator and then we can get this evening going."

Derek squeezed my ass as he lowered his head to kiss me on the lips, his tongue snaking into my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jack, watching and smiling. After a moment, Derek pulled away.

"Say Jack, I wonder if I might have a word with you, I want to run an idea by you" Derek said, moving to the main bedroom. "Sure thing," my husband said as he joined Derek and shut the door behind him. 

I stood alone in the room, my pussy drenched from the experience of being kissed in front of my husband, and from knowing that Jack and Derek were undoubtedly discussing how they would be using my body.

A moment later, Jack emerged from the room, and shut the door behind him. He took me in his arms and kissed me deeply, running his hands over my back and ass.

"So, um, what…what did you guys talk about?" I asked nervously when Jack finally pulled away.

Jack smiled at me. "When Derek's done with his shower, he wants to be sucked off by my wife. And he wants his girlfriend to do the same to me." He smiled, and kissed me again.

"And he loves the idea of taking your ass while I'm fucking you," he added.

I shivered at the thought of sucking off Jack and Derek as a prelude to the evening. And my pussy twitched as I imagined what it would be like to be fucked by two men simultaneously.

"Care for a drink, Tammy?" Jack said as he moved to the bar. "Yeah, um, that…that would be good," said, my mind still reeling from the reality of what I'd be doing tonight. "Maybe just a glass of white wine?" I asked.

Jack pulled a small bottle from the bar. "I think this'll do," he said as he opened it and poured it into a glass, handing it to me. I took one sip, and set the glass on the bar, my hand shaking slightly.

Jack walked to my side and put his arm around me. "Nervous, Tammy?"

"Um, well, sort of nervous and sort of excited and…Jack, I just can't believe I'm actually doing this," I finally blurted out. "All along I'd been nervous about maybe when you met Derek you'd be jealous or you'd want to back out and…"

I ran my hands down his tuxedo jacket, looking into his eyes.

"…and just now, when I saw you smiling when Derek was kissing me, and the thought of you two discussing how you'd like to be sucked off, and how Derek will take my ass later…it's just…such a relief that you still want this and that you're so turned on by it, and I'm so turned on by it…" I stopped as I realized I was babbling…

Jack kissed my lips. "There's nothing to be nervous about, Tammy," he whispered. "I've wanted this for a very, very long time, and I'm perfectly comfortable with everything that's going to happen. So just relax tonight and enjoy yourself. I know I will."

He kissed me again, and handed me the wine glass. His easy-going confidence in what would be happening tonight left me very reassured, and very excited. Had it not been for the constriction of the corset, I would have breathed a sigh of relief.

Jack and I sat down on the sofa, his arm around my bare shoulders, and we sipped our drinks as we silently and eagerly anticipated the beginning of the evening. 

After I finished my wine, Jack and I started necking on the sofa, like a couple of teenagers on a date. I heard the bedroom door open, and Jack ignored it, continuing to kiss me. I looked up to see Derek, wearing his tuxedo, looking at us.

"Couldn't wait for me to get started?" he said with a smile, sitting down on the sofa next to me. He ran a hand up my leg, probing beneath the slit of the dress, feeling the top of my stocking and my bare thigh.

Jack whispered in my ear. "Tammy, it's time for you to give Derek a blowjob." I looked into his eyes, smiled and whispered "OK."

Turning to Derek, I ran my hands over his broad chest. "Derek, Jack wants me to suck you off first," I said as I leaned in to kiss him. His tongue darted briefly into my mouth, and withdrew. "That sounds like an excellent idea," he whispered. "On your knees, Tammy," Derek said, his tone making my pulse race.

Lifting my dress so I wouldn't be kneeling on it, I slid between Derek's legs, and unfastened and unzipped his trousers. He leaned back on the sofa as I took his erect cock in my hand, and slowly brought my lips to it. As I kissed the tip, I looked up at my husband, his eyes sparkling, a smile on his lips.

Reassured once more, I closed my eyes and pushed Derek's cock into my mouth, and down my throat.

Consumed by pure lust…

I slowly bobbed my head up and down on Derek's cock, eliciting a pleasured groan from my "boyfriend."

"Mmmmm, Jack, your wife's mouth feels so good on my cock," Derek said as I licked the shaft and massaged his balls.

Jack moved closer and stroked my back. "Tammy's become very, very good at blowjobs over the years," Jack said proudly. "She started letting me come in her mouth about eleven years ago, and she started swallowing right after the first meeting with you. And she's swallowed ever since," Jack added. I looked up at him again, his face beaming pride and pleasure.

I turned my full attention to Derek's cock, taking it deep into my mouth, eager to bring him to climax while my husband watched. Speeding up my hand and my mouth, I felt Derek's breathing quicken. "Are you sure you want to make me come so quickly, Tammy?" he said, looking down at me with a smile. "Remember what happened the last time you sucked me off too fast?"

I took my mouth off his cock, as I stroked it with my hand. "Mmmm, I do remember," I said, looking up at him. "That was when you tied me up and paddled my ass," I said teasingly. I returned my lips to the head of his cock and started stroking and sucking even faster.

After another moment or two, Derek gripped my head in his hands, and with a deep, ecstatic gasp, he came in my mouth, the salty spurts covering my tongue as I continued to stroke the shaft, drawing out the last, thick drops of come.

I sat back on my heels and ran my tongue over my lips, swallowing Derek's come as both Jack and Derek watched.

"Your turn, my friend," Derek said as he zipped up his pants and moved down the sofa. Jack moved to where Derek had been sitting, and looked down at me. Without saying a word, I unzipped his tuxedo pants, drew his rock-hard erection through the fly of his boxers, and lowered my mouth to his cock, as the taste of Derek's come lingered in my mouth.

As I fellated my husband, Derek slipped off the sofa, and knelt next to me, his hands roaming over my ass, pressing the silky fabric of my dress against the bare skin. I imagined that my thong would be soaked, I was so turned on what was happening.

"Tammy has a beautiful ass, doesn't she?" Jack asked as my lips and tongue worked over and around his cock. I felt Derek's hand slip beneath the dress and work its way up my leg.

"Absolutely," Derek replied as his fingers slowly pulled my cheeks apart. "I have been looking forward to taking her ass ever since our lunch alone together," Derek said, as he withdrew his hand from my ass and moved to stroke my neck and upper back.

"And with your cock in her pussy," Derek continued, planting a kiss on my shoulder, "her ass will be extra tight."

I looked up at my husband, his cock filling my mouth. He reached down to stroke my hair and smiled at me.

"Oh, and in case I should forget later," Jack said. "Tammy has a leather collar and a long, steel chain that she wants to be wearing when you sodomize her."

I thought I would come just from hearing Jack say those words to Derek.

I felt Derek's face next to my ear.

"Perfect," he whispered.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on bringing Jack to orgasm, stroking and sucking and massaging. After a few moments, I felt his body tense, and as his hands gripped my head, he, too, came in my mouth. Once again, I squeezed his cock, trying to drain the pearly fluid onto my tongue and down my throat, where it would join Derek's climax from a few minutes before.

Finally, I released Jack's cock from my mouth, looked at Jack, and then Derek, and swallowed.

Derek helped me to my feet, as Jack stood and zipped up his trousers. "Ready to go to the reception?" Derek asked, smoothing his jacket. I considered asking for an orgasm before we went to the party, but realized that Jack – and Derek – would undoubtedly prefer to let me simmer in my own arousal, in anticipation of our return to the suite later in the evening. Swallowing again, and sensing the aftertaste of sperm in my mouth, I adjusted my dress and looked into a wall mirror.

"I…uh, I just need to do my lipstick again," I said, noting that the two blowjobs had given me uneven coverage. After ducking into the bathroom to fix my lipstick, I returned to the main room, to see Jack and Derek leaning against the bar, talking like old friends.

"Let's get started," I said, as I held out one hand to each man, and we all walked, hand in hand, out of the room and down the hallway to the elevator.

As we descended in the elevator, Derek suggested that if anyone should ask, we were looking at the possibility of doing a similar charity ball in our city, and that we just wanted to see how it worked. Jack and I agreed that that sounded plausible, and a moment later, the elevator doors opened and we walked down a hallway, into the hotel's ballroom.

The crowd was definitely "managerial/executive," with most of the people around our age, a few older. Almost all of the men were in tuxes, almost all of the women in beautiful ball gowns. Derek scanned a table of placecards near the door to find which table we would have for dinner, and we walked to our table. Derek placed my placecard at a seat in between he and Jack, whispering "you might as well get comfortable with the idea of being in between your husband and me."

"Can I get you guys a drink? Wine or something?" Derek asked as he looked around the room. 

"Sure, I'll just have a tonic with lime," Jack replied. I guessed he would not be drinking tonight, in an effort to ensure he would be able to pay full attention in the bedroom. I, on the other hand, needed to relax a little bit. "I'll have a glass of white zinfandel, if they have it," I said. Derek winked at me. "I'll be right back."

He walked towards what looked like a very long line in front of a bar, and I turned to Jack, taking his hand in mine. "Here we are, Jack," I said, squeezing his hand. "Mmmm hmmmm," he said with a smile. He let go of my hand and put his arm around my waist.

"That certainly was a good start to tonight," he whispered in my ear. "I loved watching you give Derek a blowjob."

"Th—thank you, Jack…I…I thought you were, um, enjoying it." I ran my tongue over the roof of my mouth, still able to taste the residue of Derek, or Jack's, orgasm. I thought I would pass out from the combination of the corset and the experience of standing here, in the middle of a crowded ballroom, my husband whispering how much he enjoyed watching me suck off my black boyfriend.

Jack's hand drifted down my back, to the bottom edge of the corset. "It's so sexy, thinking about what's going to happen later," he whispered again. "What it's going to be like, watching the expressions on your face, listening to you moan, while Derek sodomizes you."

"Yes…I know, Jack," I gasped, wondering how I would possibly last hours without being allowed to come. 

"And," Jack whispered, his hand slowly inching down to come to rest on my ass, "maybe we'll even have a little surprise or two before we head back to the room."

My mind raced, welcoming the thought that I might not have to wait so agonizingly long to come, but nervously excited as I imagined what Jack and Derek might have planned for me.

Derek returned, carrying three drinks in his hands. Jack and I took our drinks and as they chatted about Minneapolis' football team, I tried to anticipate what they had in mind for me.

After a few moments, other couples joined us at our table, all of them associated with the subsidiary bank from Minneapolis. Derek introduced himself, and us, and my erotic thoughts were replaced by the typical chit-chat about the ballroom, the menu, discussions of personalities at the local bank and the headquarters where Derek worked.

The event's master of ceremonies took a microphone and informed us that it was time to move to our tables for dinner. Jack pulled out my chair, and as I sat down, the corset immediately reminded me of why I was here. Jack helped push in my chair, and sat down on my left, with Derek sitting on my right.

After the soup and salad courses, we waited for the main course. As Derek conversed with a colleague at our table, I felt his hand on my thigh. Without missing a beat in his conversation, he slowly used his fingers to "crawl" my dress across my leg, until the slit was under his fingers. Slowly, his fingers stroked my stockinged thigh, as I gulped and reached for the water glass.

A moment later, I felt Jack's hand on my other thigh, his fingers caressing my thigh through the silky fabric of the dress. I took another drink of water.

"Everything OK, Tammy?" Jack asked with a smile, as his fingers kneaded and stroked their way up my thigh. "Yeah, um, just…just having a little trouble catching my breath," I said, hoping that no one else at the table had noticed. 

Derek's hand slipped to my inner thigh, and slowly but firmly pulled it, forcing my legs to be spread wider. I watched, as if in a trance, as the waiters and waitresses swooped around the table, placing the appropriate dishes in front of each person. Derek's fingers slowly worked their way up to my crotch, and he briefly slipped a finger behind my thong, before withdrawing his hand entirely and picking up his dinner fork. 

I gasped at the sudden stimulation and its equally sudden withdrawal.

"You're sure you're OK, Tammy?" Jack asked again as he placed his napkin on his lap and picked up his own silverware. "Yes," I smiled in reply. "I just felt a sudden little chill, that's all." I saw Jack exchange glances with Derek and smile. That was a surprise I definitely enjoyed, even if it didn't get me off.

The rest of the dinner and dessert were delicious, as I dined and drank wine and simmered in my corset, stockings and thong. One of our dinner companions had a particularly risqué sense of humor, and kept us all entertained with a number of racy stories and jokes that served to sustain my arousal.

If these people only knew why Jack, Derek and I were really here….

Finally, dinner was over and the band started playing. As the dance floor began to fill, Jack asked me for the first dance of the evening, and hand-in-hand, we walked to the dance floor.

As he held me close, he looked me in the eyes. "So did you like the little appetizer we gave you?" he said with a mischievous smile. "Very much," I replied, as I remembered the feeling of being fondled by two hands beneath the table. "So how long are you going to make me wait before I get off?" I whispered half-playfully, half-desperately.

"Oh, patience is a virtue, my beautiful bride," Jack responded. "Besides, we have one more little surprise for you."

I shuddered in my husband's arms, wondering what the next surprise would be.

For the next hour, I was swept along as if in some fairy tale, dancing with my husband or Derek, feeling my anticipation, sensing their excitement and anticipation, wondering what else the evening had in store.

As the band took a break, we returned to the table. Derek excused himself, saying he needed to go find a colleague, and Jack and I sat alone at the table. He took his hands in mine and kissed me gently on the lips.

"Enjoying yourself, Tammy?" he asked.

"Oh Jack….like you wouldn't believe," I whispered. "I've been just sort of floating along, feeling myself get more and more aroused, imagining what's going to happen later, thinking about how turned on you're going to be…"

He smiled, and kissed me again. I felt Derek's hand on my shoulder. "You two lovebirds having a good time?" he asked, pulling up a chair and sitting next to me. "Very much," I replied. 

I saw Jack looking at Derek, and Derek nodded slightly. Jack's face broke into a smile as Derek leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Tammy, it's time for Jack and I to punish you for sucking us off too quickly upstairs." I gulped in excitement, thinking perhaps a spanking would be a delicious way to be brought to my first orgasm of the night.

"Tammy," my husband whispered. "put your hands behind your back." 

I looked at Jack, then at Derek, and felt my arousal sharpen as my pulse quickened. Slowly, I put my hands behind the back of the chair I was sitting on..

Jack moved behind me, and a moment later, I felt something cold and metallic clasped around one thumb, between the knuckle and the hand, followed immediately by the same thing around the other thumb. I struggled to breathe, as I realized I was sitting in the middle of a ballroom, with my hands subtly cuffed behind my back.




Tammy's Middle Aged Adventure Ch. 10



Derek smiled, and lifted my wine glass to my lips, making me take a drink from it. He set the glass down on the table, and stood up. "OK, let's go," he said. Jack helped me to my feet.

I tried to cover my thumbs with my fingers as Jack and Derek led me out of the ballroom, down a corridor and into a small, fluorescent-lit room that had computers and printers at several desks. 

"This is the business center," Derek said as he closed the door. "It shouldn't be too busy this time on a Friday night, but you never know when someone might need to check their email," he added with a smile.

Derek kissed me, his tongue pushing into my mouth, as I felt Jack lifting the hem of my gown, baring my legs and my ass.

"Bend over, Tammy," Derek said firmly. I bent at the waist, and Jack held my shoulders with one arm while he held up my dress with the other hand.

Derek spanked me hard, the sound of his open palm striking my ass like a rifle shot in the small room. After a dozen blows, six on each cheek, Jack released my dress, and I stood up, incredibly aroused at the risk of having someone walk in on us, and at the feeling of being spanked and submissive to Derek and Jack.

My arousal was incredible, but my climax still eluded me as Jack released my thumbs from the cuffs and dangled them in front of my face. "Handy little things, aren't they?" he said with a smile as he slipped them into the pocket of his tuxedo jacket.

As we opened the door to leave the room, another hotel guest entered the room and moved to a computer. As we walked back down the corridor to the ballroom, Derek leaned down and said "If he'd only been thirty seconds earlier, Tammy…."

I felt goosebumps as I thought about how close we had come to having a larger audience for my spanking. My gown swished deliciously against my freshly-spanked ass as we reentered the ballroom.

"May I have this dance?" my husband asked gallantly as he led me to the dance floor.

We moved close together, and Jack kissed my cheek. "Still enjoying the evening?" he whispered.

"I…I am so turned on, Jack," I whispered in reply. "Please, don't make me wait too long to come?" I pleaded, as I tried to rub my pussy against my husband's body – a difficult move during even the slowest of dances.

"It won't be long now, Tammy," he said, as he kissed my cheek again. "I think Derek wants one more dance with you, and then we'll head back to the room."

I trembled in anticipation, and pulled my husband closer, as we silently finished the song, my mind flooded with images of what the next hours would bring.

After the song, we walked hand in hand back to the table, where Derek was nursing a drink, his eyes sparkling. "Can I get you another glass of wine or something, Tammy?" he asked. "Um, no, no thank you Derek," I said. "But maybe we could have one last dance before…." My voice trailed off.

"Of course, Tammy, let me just take care of one thing." From one of his pockets, he took out a small plastic bag, containing two pills. He opened it and handed one to my husband, and took the other one, washing it down with his drink. "Levitra," Derek said. "It'll help make sure things upstairs last a good, long time," he added. I watched as Jack smiled and took his pill. Derek stood, took my hand and we walked onto the dance floor.

After a moment or two of dancing silently, Derek pulled me closer. "It's been a very enjoyable night for me so far," he said. "And the night's still young." His hand pressed into my lower back, against the lacing of the corset.

"Jack said maybe after this dance, we…we could go back upstairs?" I said nervously, looking up into Derek's face. "If you're ready, Tammy," he replied. The song ended, and we stood motionless on the dance floor.

"I'm ready now, Derek," I said quietly. He smiled, took my hand, and we walked back to the table. "Your wife's ready to head back upstairs, Jack," Derek said. Jack stood and together, the three of us walked out to the bank of elevators, and waited for an elevator to take us back to the suite.

Another couple joined us on the elevator, and got off a few floors before ours. When we were alone in the elevator, Derek took me in his arms and kissed me deeply, his hands falling to my ass, squeezing and stroking the flesh he would soon penetrate. The "ding" of the elevator doors opening prompted him to pull away, and we walked down the deserted hallway to the door of our suite.

Derek inserted the keycard, and we walked into the room, the only illumination coming from the moon, and the lights of the city shining in through the windows on one wall. Derek took my hand and we walked over to the windows, as Jack walked into the second bedroom.

Lowering his mouth to mine, Derek gripped me tightly in his arms and drove his tongue into my mouth, as his hands squeezed and stroked my body for a long, lingering moment. I felt my pussy becoming wetter as I became more aroused, realizing that Derek's foreplay was preparing my pussy for my husband, and that my husband would return the favor by preparing my ass for Derek.

As Derek's mouth was locked onto mine, I felt Jack's hands on my back. As I pulled away from Derek, trying to catch my breath, Jack slowly unzipped my gown, and pulled it down, onto the floor at my feet. I stood at the window, wearing only lingerie, the thrill of the display of my body only adding to my already intense arousal.

Jack unsnapped my bra, and tossed it away. Derek's hands moved to my now-exposed breasts, squeezing and stroking them, pinching my nipples between his fingers.

Derek moved his mouth to mine, again driving his tongue deep into my mouth, as Jack's hands squeezed and caressed my ass. After a moment, I felt Jack's fingers on the back of my neck, as he removed my gold and diamond necklace. I shuddered, knowing that my neck would not be unadorned for long.

Without saying a word, Jack handed the collar to Derek, who placed it around my neck. Jack secured it with a "click," and then handed the silvery chain to Derek. Looking at me with an expression of incredible lust, he clicked the end of the chain onto the collar ring, and leaned down to kiss me again, then pulled away.

Taking the chain in his hand, he nodded at the door to the main bedroom. I took a step towards the door, as Derek held the chain in his hand, and Jack followed me. I thought I would pass out from my arousal as the three of us stepped into the bedroom, where the huge bed had been turned down while we were at the ball.

Derek gave the chain to my husband. "Jack, why don't you get her warmed up, just to make sure she's ready?"

Jack took the chain and pulled me toward the bed. "Lie down on your back, Tammy," he said. I sat down on the bed, thinking of it as some sort of platform for my debauchery, and pushed myself toward the middle, lying down and spreading my legs slightly. Jack looked down at me, smiling, as he stripped off his tuxedo, giving me time to contemplate what was about to happen to my body.

Finally nude, and with his erection jutting away from his body, Jack joined me on the bed and kissed me deeply. Pulling back, he moved down to my hips and – as we had agreed upon days ago – he ripped the thin fabric of the thong on each side of my hip, pulling the once-used, now-retired garment away, and exposing my pussy and ass.

Climbing on top of me, Jack slid his cock into my pussy and slowly, sensuously started stroking in and out of the slick flesh, kissing and caressing me as he did. I lay back and enjoyed it, the last, tiny vestiges of fear that Jack would change his mind now evaporating in the heat of his passionate preparation of my body.

"So is this as good as you've fantasized, Jack?" I whispered in his ear.

"It's a thousand times better, Tammy," he whispered in reply as he continued to slowly fuck me.

"Do you think it would have been this hot in college?" I asked, kissing him on the lips.

"I can't imagine anything would be hotter than tonight, Tammy," he said with a smile. "This has been incredible."

We kissed again for a long, sensuous moment, and I opened my eyes to see Derek standing next to the bed, nude, applying a thick coating of lubricant to his cock.

I shuddered, trying to imagine what that would feel like in my ass, knowing that in a very few minutes, I wouldn't have to imagine any more.

"Jack?" I said finally as my husband continued his slow, deliberate fucking of his wife.

"Yes, Tammy?"

"Derek's ready," I said, looking into Jack's eyes. 

"And so am I," I added after taking as deep a breath as the corset would permit.

My husband kissed me, and gave me one, final stroke in and out of my pussy, then climbed off and lay next to me on the bed, on his back.

Looking at Derek, I climbed on top of my husband, sliding his cock into my pussy, and looking down at him as I felt Derek climb onto the bed. I swallowed, an action that reminded me of the collar, and looked again into Jack's eyes. The chain from the collar dangled down from my neck and curled into a pile next to Jack's pillow.

Jack and I seemed utterly lost in each other as Derek kissed my shoulder and rubbed lube into and around my ass. Finally, Derek moved behind me, and as Jack looked up at me, smiling, I felt my husband's hands pulling my cheeks apart, inviting Derek to take my final orifice.

I gasped and closed my eyes as I felt the head of Derek's cock pressed against my rosebud. My orgasm felt so close….

"Open your eyes, Tammy, and relax," Jack said as he lifted his hands to stroke and squeeze my breasts. I looked into his sparkling blue eyes, and knew that he was right. I took a breath and relaxed my body as much as I could. A moment later, I felt the head of Derek's cock pushing slowly into my ass.

"He…he's in my ass, Jack," I gasped out, feeling my orgasm building as Derek's cock continued to push ever deeper into me, making me feel more thoroughly filled than I had ever felt in my life. As I finally felt his pubic hairs brush against my ass, I opened my mouth wide and cried out in ecstasy as my climax exploded. 

As I kept coming, Derek started to slowly fuck my ass, and Jack – as promised – used the collar to pull my lips to his, kissing me deeply as my orgasm continued to roar through every muscle in my body, and as Derek sodomized me with long, deliberate thrusts.

I surrendered to the intense pleasure coming from every part of my body as Derek quickened his pace, gripping my hips and finally driving deep into my ass, flooding it with his come. Jack smiled as Derek slowly withdrew, and started pumping my pussy from below, sparking aftershocks from my earlier orgasm as he sought his own climax inside me. After a few more moments of fucking, Jack, too, came with a series of convulsive gasps.

Our play that night lasted for hours, as the Levitra enhanced three very active imaginations. We concluded the evening in the whirpool, me naked save for the collar and chain. After we all dried off, we all got into the same bed, with me between Jack and Derek, the collar and chain still around my neck. As I drifted off to sleep, I realized that I would likely be awakened by one or two cocks, seeking their first release of the day inside me.





Tammy's Middle Aged Adventure



I blinked and swallowed hard, trying to think of some other way to at least slow down this idea. "Even if I could get him to have sex with me, I don't know how I could persuade him to let you watch," I said plaintively. "I wouldn't want to do this unless it fulfilled your fantasies."

"Don't worry about that at first, the first step is to make sure he knows you're available to him. And in terms of me watching, the only thing I'll insist on is that I'm there the first time he fucks you in the ass. You can suck and fuck all you want on your own, and that should help get him receptive to the idea of bringing me in."

I couldn't think of anything else to say. Jack reached over to the nightstand and brought out the lube. I started rolling over onto my stomach, but he stopped me. "I've got a different idea," he said. "Pull your knees back to your chest." I put one hand under each knee and pulled back. He squeezed out a thick dollop of lube, and applied it to my ass. He placed the tip of his cock on my rosebud, and started pushing into me.

"Look at me, Tammy," he said firmly. I opened my eyes as I felt the tip of his cock sliding past my sphincter. "What are you going to wear on Tuesday?" he asked.

"A...a...garter belt and stockings," I said, seeing his eyes afire with lust. His cock kept easing slowly into my rectum. "What else?" he asked.

"A lacy bra," I panted as I felt his cock push behind my pussy "Ohhhhhhhh that feels good," I continued. "And a blouse. A blouse that's easy to see inside. And no..no..." I couldn't quite bring myself to say it.

"No what, Tammy?" he asked as he finally filled my ass completely. "No panties," I panted at last. "I'll be naked under my skirt."

"And why will you be doing those things?" He started pulling out just as slowly as he had pushed in.

"To show Derek I'm available to him," I replied, gasping out Derek's name. "You want Derek to fuck you, don't you?" "Yes, yes, I want Derek to fuck me," I said, feeling myself once again approaching an orgasm.

"And you will submit to him completely?" he asked, his slow fucking of my ass an exquisite torture, enhanced by his insistence that I look him in the eye as I agreed to the details of my own debauchery. "Yes, I—I will submit to him completely, I will let him use my body in any way he wishes."

"You will invite him to spank you?" In one of my masturbation sessions Derek had mercilessly blistered my ass, turning it a deep red, before sodomizing me. "Yes," I said, "yes Derek will spank me."

"And what's my only rule for you being fucked by Derek?" 

"You want to watch...." I closed my eyes, unable to finish the sentence. "Tammy, look at me," Jack said firmly, speeding up his fucking of my ass. "You...you want to watch the first time Derek fucks my ass."

Again, I felt my orgasm building as my ass muscles clenched my husband's cock. He started moving faster, and I could see in his eyes how much he was enjoying the idea of my submission to another man.

Closing his eyes and clenching his teeth, he rammed his cock as deeply into my ass as he could. I felt his cock spasm and the hot splash of his climax on the walls of my rectum. I fingered my clit, setting off my orgasm. He slowly withdrew from my ass, and lay down on the bed next to me.

The next thing I knew the Saturday morning sun was streaming through the windows. I heard the shower running, and figured Jack must have woken up early because of the jet lag. I still felt weak from cuming so much, and, as sometimes happened, my ass was sore from being fucked. I tried to remember the previous evening – had it been a dream, or just an unusually energetic "talking-dirty" fuck? Or was my husband really expecting me to seduce, and submit to, Derek?

I shifted in the bed, the black camisole tugging across my breasts. My stomach knotted, and deep down, I didn't know whether it was anxiety, or excitement, at the thought of being taken by Derek. I heard the shower stop, and I realized that in the next few minutes, I'd probably learn whether or not I'd start trying to seduce Derek on Tuesday...

To be continued...