9 comments/ 73554 views/ 13 favorites Tammy's Public Display Adventure Ch. 01 By: jackfntammyf Note to readers: This is a sequel to "Tammy's Middle Aged Adventure," and some parts are based on actual events, other parts are embellishments -- I'll leave it to you to guess which is which. ;-) Enjoy! * "Got any plans for lunch?" my husband Jack asked softly, drawing my concentration away from the client proposal I was working on. His hands sensuously rubbed my shoulders, suggesting that even if I didn't have "plans," he did. "Mmmmm, that feels nice. Not going to the gym to exercise today?" I asked coyly, and somewhat surprised -- he had just returned from a week-long business trip to Europe, and he was usually quite adamant about getting back into his exercise routine after a trip. His hands slipped off my shoulders, and cupped my breasts. "Not today -- you've got a little surprise I picked up in England," he whispered, "and both Derek and I want to see you open it." My heart started pounding -- when my black lover and my husband were conspiring, it always meant some intense sex for me. I stood and kissed my husband deeply, my mind racing at the thought of what the 'surprise' might be. "Well," I replied seductively, "it sounds like you've made my plans for me." My husband smiled, as his hands slowly slid down my back to rest on my ass. I wondered if perhaps for lunch they were planning a "Tammy sandwich" -- my husband on his back, fucking my pussy, while Derek sodomized me. It had been one of our favorite games ever since Derek first took my ass on a weekend trip to Minneapolis months ago. "OK, we're meeting Derek at a restaurant downtown," Jack said mysteriously, and thus obviating the possibility of a "Tammy sandwich." "You need to wear a skirt with stockings, a thong and a sexy bra. Now get changed, we don't want to keep him waiting!" he said, giving my ass a slap. The slap aroused me in the way only a spanking can, as I quickly retrieved the requested items from my closet and my lingerie drawer. Ten minutes later, we were in Jack's car driving downtown, with a mysterious, small box placed in the back seat. The sensation of my silky stockings and the thong -- combined with anticipation of the 'surprise' and having lunch with the lover my husband had encouraged me to take -- made my pussy throb. We entered the restaurant, Jack carrying the small box, and after taking a moment to let our eyes adjust to the lower light, saw Derek sitting in a booth. He stood as we approached the table, and greeted me with a more-than-friendly hug, and a lingering kiss on the cheek. Inside, I felt like every muscle in my body was preparing for an orgasm. "Glad you could find the time to join us for lunch, Tammy," Derek said with a broad smile and a wink. Jack sat next to me, and placed his hand on my upper thigh, casually stroking my leg through my skirt. "It sounded like an offer I couldn't refuse," I said. "And if it's something you and Jack have cooked up, I'm sure I'll enjoy it," I continued, giving Derek a wink in response. A waitress appeared, and we quickly ordered drinks and our meal. I squeezed my legs together to try to control my arousal, and Jack removed his hand from my thigh, and retrieved the small box, handing it to me. "Shall we get started, Tammy?" he said. I took the box in my hand -- whatever it was, it wasn't particularly heavy. I opened it, and looked inside. There was a number of small envelopes, and something that looked like a pager, a remote door lock for a car, and an ear bud, the latter connected to the pager by a long wire. I looked up at Derek, and then at my husband, my puzzlement obvious. "Derek and I have decided that you need to explore your exhibitionist tendencies a bit more," Jack said with grin. "This is called an Oyster, it was invented in the UK -- it's a remote controlled vibrator -- you slip this small part inside your panties, against your clit." He reached inside the box, and picked up what looked like the remote door lock. Pressing a button, I saw the small, flesh-colored device -- the one attached by a long wire to the 'pager' -- start to vibrate. Oddly, I thought, the vibrating didn't make any noise. I gulped, my arousal now combining with anxiety at what Jack and Derek had planned for me. "But there's more, Tammy," Derek said in a low, sexy voice, leaning across the table. "Jack and I have dreamed up some scenarios where you're going to wear the Oyster, and have an orgasm in public. Today will be the first one -- right here in the restaurant. The others..." he continued, retrieving the envelopes from the box "...are written inside these envelopes." Jack picked up the conversation. "From now until you've gotten through all of the envelopes, the only way we're going to let you have an orgasm is by opening one of the envelopes, and obeying the instructions inside. After you've done that, we'll reward you with an evening of hot sex -- sometimes me, sometimes Derek, sometimes both of us at the same time." I shuddered -- I had enjoyed my little exhibitionist games at the health club or elsewhere, but the games Jack and Derek were planning seemed to go far, far beyond that level. And deep down, I knew that that was just where I wanted to go. Jack put his arm around me and kissed me gently on the cheek. "The ladies room is right down that hall," he whispered, as he picked up the thing that looked like a pager. "Clip this to your skirt, and I think you know where this part goes," he added as he picked up the thing that looked like an earbud. He slid out of the booth, allowing me to slide out. I walked nervously to the ladies room, the "pager" and "earbud" in my tightly clenched palm. I stepped into the restroom, and made a beeline for an available stall, closing and latching the door behind me. I paused a moment, trying to catch my breath, as I looked down at the device in my hand. In the months since the relationship with Derek had begun, both Derek and my husband had enjoyed expanding my exhibitionist tendencies -- having me go without panties to client meetings, or at couples dinners that we regularly attended. Derek too enjoyed discreetly arousing me in public -- or having me parade around in his home wearing nothing but stockings and heels as a prelude to sex. But this.... This wasn't just going to be foreplay anymore -- they were going to make me have orgasms in public! I wondered briefly just what sorts of "scenarios" they had included in those envelopes. And what kind of range would the remote control have? Knowing that I would have answers to all of those questions eventually, I unzipped my skirt with shaking hands, pulled down my thong, and secured the small vibrator to the inside. After pulling the thong back up, I adjusted it so the vibrator rested on my clit, refastened my skirt, and attached the "pager" to the top of my skirt. Taking a deep breath, I walked back into the crowded restaurant -- the unsuspecting "audience" for my first public orgasm. Derek and Jack both smiled as I returned to the table. I took a sip from my glass of wine, and Jack's hand returned to my thigh -- this time, slipped under my skirt. I looked across the table, to see Derek slowly turning the remote control over and over in his hand. "What do you think, Tammy, about ready to see how this feels?" he asked rhetorically. I braced myself, and as he pushed a button, I felt the vibrator jump to life right against my clit. I startled at the sensation, and Jack's hand stroked my thigh. "I'd say it's having the desired effect," Jack said with a laugh. Derek pressed the button again, and the vibrating stopped. I tried to catch my breath, just as the waitress arrived with our meals. Seeing my flushed cheeks and noticing my heavy breathing, she asked if I needed a glass of water or something. Jack and Derek both grinned, and I mumbled that I was just out of breath and that a glass of water would be great. She returned a moment later with the water, just as I was starting to breathe normally again. "Like it, Tammy?" Derek asked, as his finger hovered over the button that would once again send the vibrator into action. "I...it was...um," I stuttered. "I...I am really turned on right now," I whispered. Jack's hand squeezed my thigh. "Well Derek," my thoughtful husband said, "perhaps we should give her another sample?" Derek adjusted a small dial on the remote control, and again the vibrator buzzed silently against my clit, this time at a seemingly higher speed. I leaned back against the bench, closing my eyes at the sensation, and trying to prepare myself for what I hoped could be a "stealth orgasm." Then just as suddenly as it started, it stopped. I opened my eyes, to see Derek smiling widely, obviously enjoying his ability to tease and control me. "Your food's going to get cold, Tammy," he said as he picked up a fork and carved into his steak. Again, I tried to catch my breath, and began eating. The meal was interrupted perhaps a half dozen times by Derek turning on the vibrator, at a variety of speeds. Sometimes it would only be on for a few seconds, another time it was long enough to almost bring me to orgasm. I was getting increasingly frustrated -- and aroused at how turned on I was, right here in a crowded restaurant at lunch time. After the waitress cleared the dishes, Jack pulled another small box out of his pocket. "There's also one more element to this little adventure, my loving wife," he said, placing the box in front of me. "I suspect that in a few minutes, Derek will let you have the orgasm he's been teasing you with for so long. Which means that you will have earned the reward of sex tonight." He opened the box, and took out what appeared to be a beautiful gold chain. "Tonight, you will need to put this around your left ankle, and it will remain there until you've completed all of the envelopes, as a subtle little reminder of your need to display yourself." I took the chain from him, and saw that it had a small, discreet charm of what appeared to be a pair of handcuffs. I nodded, and clutched the chain in my hands. "Derek, I think it's time you let this beautiful woman come," my husband said quietly. Derek smiled, and reached to the bench next to him. A moment later, the vibrator started again, this time faster than ever before. I looked at Derek, then at Jack, as I felt every muscle in my body tighten. I bit my lip and closed my eyes as I felt my orgasm begin. I opened my eyes, panting heavily, as the pleasure continued to course through my body, my thighs clenching on my husband's hand as I finally, finally felt the waves subside. The vibrator suddenly stopped, and Jack kissed my cheek. "That was very well done, my dear," he whispered. "I think only a couple of people noticed." The idea that someone -- perfect strangers! -- had watched me come excited me intensely, and after taking another drink from my water glass, I picked up the gold anklet. "So have you two decided who it is I get to have sex with tonight?" I asked flirtatiously, as I caressed my husband's hand on my thigh. "Actually," Derek said, "we haven't -- we thought we'd let you decide." I smiled. "Well, since the two of you are putting me on such a strict 'diet,' I would think it's only fair that you let me indulge when I can. How about I stop over at Derek's house around 9, and then when he and I are finished, I'll come back home and we can have some fun?" I asked, winking at my husband. "What do you think, Derek? Sounds like a fair approach to me," Jack said with a smile. Derek grinned. "Nine o'clock it is, Tammy. And we'll put on your anklet before we get started." After paying the bill, Derek returned to the bank, and Jack and I returned home. A few hours later, I was standing on Derek's porch, eager to claim the first of my "rewards." Five days later... I was surprised at how arousing it had been wearing the anklet, this adornment that few people would notice, and wouldn't think anything of it even if they did. And yet for me, with each step, it was this tingling reminder of the unopened envelopes, and the anticipation of repeating my restaurant experience, only next time....where? Of course, I felt the urge to masturbate grow with each passing day, but successfully managed to obey the rules that Derek and my husband had established for our little games. Deep down inside, I knew that my hunger for an orgasm would make it all the more intense when it did happen. Five days after the first experience in the restaurant, my eagerness for my next orgasm overcame my hesitation in continuing our little exhibitionist adventure. I crawled into bed next to my husband, and whispered that I was ready for the first envelope. He smiled, and retrieved the stack of envelopes from his dresser, handing it to me. I reached into the middle of the stack, and picked one quickly, not wanting to agonize over a decision that was ultimately random anyway. I handed the envelope to my husband, who opened it, and smiled. He kissed me gently on the lips, then stroked my cheek with his hand. "Looks like you're going to have a very interesting workout at the club tomorrow," he said with a wink... To be continued.... As always, I love feedback and ideas -- especially if anyone has any ideas of what they'd like to be included in future envelopes! Tammy's Public Display Adventure Ch. 02 After the last school drop-off, I returned home, where Jack was waiting for me in the kitchen. He took me in his arms and kissed me deeply, his hands dropping down to squeeze my ass through my jeans, then traveling up to caress my breasts through my blouse. My arousal leapt, and I thought perhaps Jack might be inclined to bend the rules by taking me before I went to the health club for my next public orgasm. Taking my hand, he led me to the bedroom, where a set of workout clothes had been carefully placed on the bed, along with the Oyster. Jack began unbuttoning my blouse. "Derek will be at the gym at noon, and he's got the remote control for the vibrator" Jack whispered, kissing me on my neck in a way that always drove me wild. "But I want you to change into your workout clothes right now, and spend the morning preparing yourself for what you're going to do today." He pulled my blouse off my body, and slowly unsnapped my bra, moving his hands to my erect nipples and squeezing them. I pulled back, and slowly stripped off my jeans and panties. Naked – save for the gold "slave" anklet I had been wearing for days – I moved to the bed, and picked up what I thought was a pair of my panties. "I didn't know Nike made thongs," I said, as I looked over the tiny garment that Jack or Derek had apparently procured just for this particular "envelope." Jack smiled. "Well, you're just discovering all sorts of things on this little adventure," he said as I bent over to pull on the thong. As I pulled it over my hips, Jack moved behind me and caressed my bare bottom, stoking my arousal still higher. I leaned back against him, and turned slightly, sharing a long kiss, as his hands reached up to cup my bare breasts, his fingers slowly pinching my erect nipples. "So Jack," I whispered finally, "have, um, you and Derek decided, ah, which one of you is going to give me my 'reward' tonight?" I asked. He kissed my neck, and ran a finger down my spine. "I had certainly planned on it," he replied, giving one of my ass cheeks a loving squeeze. "That is, unless you have any objection," he added with a chuckle. "No, no...it's just," I began. "It's been a while since both you and Derek took me at the same time, and I was thinking maybe right after the workout, he could stop by and the three of us..." Jack smiled. "Well, I know Derek is taking the whole day as a vacation day today – you know how generous the bank is with time off, so I think he's available. You finish getting dressed, I'll go give him a call." My husband walked to the office and closed the door behind him. I pulled on a pair of baggy grey exercise shorts, and one of my white sports bras, then fitted the "pager" onto the waistband of my shorts, and positioned the vibrator inside my thong, taking the opportunity to give my hard clit a quick, teasing rub. I looked at myself in the mirror, and then at my watch – realizing that I now had almost three hours to wait before going to the health club – hours that would be spent with the Oyster rubbing against my clit, the thong teasing my ass, and my imagination in overdrive as I anticipated exactly how Derek would make me come at the health club. "Well there's good news and bad news," Jack said with a grin as he returned to the bedroom, walking to me and rubbing my ass through my shorts. "The good news is Derek says he'd be happy to stop by for a 'Tammy sandwich' after you complete your workout. The bad news – for you – is that you're going to have to earn it." I gulped. "Um, what do I have to do to 'earn' it?" I asked nervously, knowing that between the two of them they could come up with some very kinky challenges. Jack smiled and kissed me. "Derek will tell you when you get to the club. Now, don't you think you'd better get some work done?" He gave my ass a harder-than-playful slap, then took me in his arms. "You know," he whispered, "I thought about joining you at the club, but Derek suggested that it might be better for him to be doing the 'remote control' duty in this scenario." He nuzzled my neck again. "Mmmmm, I loved watching you come at the restaurant, and I hope the next envelope you pick is one where I get to make you come." I shuddered in his arms, recalling the sensation of having an orgasm in public, and anticipating doing it again today. "Me too," I whispered. For the rest of the morning, I did little other than check e-mail and stare blankly at my computer screen, as my mind was preoccupied with thoughts of how Derek would enjoy controlling my arousal and teasing me mercilessly, culminating in a desperately-sought, public orgasm. I also tried to imagine what kind of "test" my black lover might require in order for me to earn a session with both Derek and my husband. The thought of returning home, to be taken by both men at the same time, stoked my arousal higher – and made me determined to pass whatever "test" Jack and Derek had dreamt up. At 11:45, I walked behind my husband, working away at his desk. "Time for me to go work out," I whispered as I rubbed his neck. Jack stood and faced me, taking me in his arms. "What, are you worried about traffic or something?" he asked, smiling – the club was only five minutes from our home. "I'm just sort of....impatient," I said truthfully. Jack kissed me, and squeezed my ass cheeks. "Well, I hope you enjoy your 'workout,' and I'll have things here ready and waiting in case you pass your test," he said with a smile. I kissed him goodbye, then walked out into the garage. Walking into the club five minutes later, I checked in at the front desk, then went into the main area of cardio and weight machines, looking for Derek – my heart racing, and my pussy pulsing. And although it wasn't unusual for me to exercise without wearing anything over my sports bra – a bit of "socially acceptable" exhibitionism that I enjoyed – today, I was keenly aware of the display of my body. "Glad you could make it, Tammy." I heard Derek's smooth voice behind me, and turned to face him, suddenly thinking that my cheeks must be flushed from my arousal. He was wearing a tight white tank top and a pair of form-fitting sweatpants that made him look incredibly sexy. "Th—thanks for offering to help me with my workout," I said, for the benefit of anyone within earshot. Derek gently took my arm and walked me to one of the padded exercise mats in a corner. "Now, of course before you begin any exercise, you need to make sure your muscles are nice and stretched," he said with a smile, drawing out the last word in a low, sexy voice that left no doubt just which muscles of mine he'd like to stretch. "OK, Tammy," he said as he put the soles of his feet together, "let's get started on your hamstrings." I mimicked his actions, forcing my thighs to be spread wide. Derek grinned as his eyes scanned up my bare thigh, to my baggy shorts and the "pager" on the waistband. "Sit up nice and straight," he said quietly, as I arched my back in response, pushing my breasts out. I saw him take the remote control out of the pocket of his sweatpants. "Now, just push down on your knees and hold it for one minute," he said with a smile. My hands slowly pushed down on my knees, and I felt the muscles in my thighs begin to stretch. Inside my thong, the Oyster jumped to life, and I startled at the sensation, releasing my knees in the process. "We'll just have to start the clock over again," Derek said as he took my hands in his and placed them back on my knees. Slowly, methodically, Derek had me stretch all of my major muscle groups – punctuating each round of stretching with brief, teasing vibrations from the Oyster inside my thong. Eyeing the bulge in the crotch of his sweatpants, I could tell that Derek was very much enjoying his control of my public arousal. As Derek helped me to my feet, letting his hand linger on my bare lower back, I once again silently wondered what "test" I would have to pass in order to earn a post-workout threesome – and I hungered to pass that test. "OK, Tammy," Derek said as we walked over to the elliptical machines. "Why don't you get up on the elliptical here, and we'll have you do a quick, ten minute cardio warm up?" I leaned over to whisper in Derek's ear. "OK, but 'warm' isn't really an issue for me right now." He smiled in response, and punched in a ten minute, fat-burner program, and increased the resistance on the foot pedals. "I think after you're done with this, you'll be quite ready for what comes next." I looked at Derek longingly, and then turned my attention to the exercise program. After I had started to work up a sweat, Derek once again teased my clit with a short buzz from the Oyster, causing me to almost lose my balance on the machine. Derek grinned at my predicament, and I felt my arousal soaring as I wondered where in the club he would make me come. When the final seconds finally ticked down on the elliptical machine, I had hoped that Derek would perhaps let the vibrator run until I came. No such luck. Over the next forty minutes, he worked me through the treadmill, a stair climber and a series of weight machines – many of which made me spread my legs while I worked on the weights – and each time, Derek would buzz my clit while I was straining at the weights. I was covered in a sheen of sweat, and desperately eager for an orgasm – at that point, I had set aside thoughts of the threesome with Derek and Jack, and was simply hungry to satisfy my lust. "OK, Tammy, I think we're almost done," he said with a smile. "I just want to you balance on the exercise ball for a full three minutes." He pulled a large, rubber exercise ball away from the wall, and held my hand as I lay back on it, adjusting my balance and spreading my feet wide. I swallowed as I looked at Derek. "Now just put your hands behind your head...OK, three minutes Tammy....no matter what happens." I saw him press the remote control, and instantly the vibrator leapt to life against my clit. He put the remote control into the pocket of his sweatpants, and alternated between casually checking his watch, and watching my orgasm build. I struggled to maintain my balance as I felt every muscle in my torso tighten with my approaching climax. I gasped as my orgasm began rushing through me, and looked into Derek's sparkling eyes. My posture – precariously balanced on an exercise ball, thighs spread wide, hands behind my head – seemed to heighten the intensity of the spasms shaking my body, and Derek checked his watch. "Just another minute, Tammy," he said in a low growl. "You want to pass this test..." he added in a whisper. I clenched my teeth and closed my eyes as the Oyster kept vibrating against my helpless clit – another round of orgasms began, and I did a half crunch on the ball, trying to stay on top of my body's intense pleasure. Finally, Derek retrieved the remote control and pressed a button, and the vibrator silently stopped. I struggled to catch my breath, as Derek offered me a hand and I stood up from the exercise ball, my knees weak from the power and length of my orgasm. I looked around the club, wondering if anyone watching me had any suspicion of what I had been doing. "I think that's enough for right now, Tammy," Derek said with a sly smile. "I have to make a call to the bank to check on some things, but why don't I meet you and Jack at your house in a few minutes?" he said with a wink. My heart raced, knowing that I had passed the test, and anticipating the pleasure of being taken by Derek and my husband at the same time. "Oh yes, that sounds like a great idea," I replied, as I leaned over to pick up my workout bag, hoping that Derek would take a good, long look at my ass. "I'll let Jack know you'll be coming," I said with a smile. Racing home, I ran into the office and told Jack that Derek would be joining us in a few minutes, and that I wanted to jump in the shower to rinse off before he arrived. I stripped off my workout clothes, and turned on the shower, savoring the feel of the warm water on my bare skin, and letting my thoughts drift to the hot sex that would happen in the adjoining bedroom in just a few minutes. I heard the bathroom door open, and turned just in time to see Derek, naked, opening the shower door. "Mind if I join you?" he said as he closed the shower door behind him and took me in his arms, kissing me deeply as his hands roamed over my breasts and ass. My arousal jumped – the unexpected presence of Derek, here in the shower of my home, with my husband in the next room, had an intimacy that was somehow almost more intense than sex itself. It was in this shower, after all, that I sometimes masturbated while fantasizing about Derek – here that I would shave my pussy when I knew that I would be having sex with him that day and I hadn't been waxed for a while. Here that I would gently wash his dried sperm from my pussy or ass after having sex with him. And here he was, kissing and fondling me under the hot spray of the water, his cock hard, his hands and tongue soft. "So any preference as to how you'd like to take me, Derek?" I said as I ran my fingers over his broad chest. His strong hands dropped down my back and squeezed my ass cheeks. "I think we both know the answer to that, Tammy," he said in a low, sexy growl. "I'm going to fuck this beautiful white ass of yours." I had known that's what he would want, but it still made my pussy twitch to hear him say it. Taking his cock in my hand, I bent over to take the head in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it as our bodies enjoyed the hot water. Derek moaned, and turned off the water. As I stood, he lifted my chin to look into his eyes, and said he and Jack had dreamed up another little treat. We quickly toweled ourselves dry, and walked into the bedroom, where Jack lay on the bed, his cock fully erect. A bottle of lube was on the nightstand. Derek placed his hand on my back, and gently pushed me towards my husband. "Climb on top of Jack, Tammy, and I'll join you in a minute." Eager to get the games underway – and especially eager to feel my pussy filled – I straddled Jack's hips, and slowly guided his cock into my very slick pussy. "Derek tells me you had a very good workout, Tammy," Jack said with a smile as he thrust deeply into me. "Not as good as the workout I'm about to have," I replied, squeezing his cock with my pussy, and giving him a long, deep kiss. His hands squeezed my breasts, and he pinched my nipples, making me even more eager for Derek to take my ass... THWACK! I felt the sharp pain on my ass before I fully heard the sound. I turned my head, and saw Derek standing at the foot of the bed, holding a twisted, wet towel that he had obviously just used to smack my ass. "Mmmmmm, I don't know whether Tammy enjoyed that but her pussy clenched deliciously when you did it, Derek," Jack said with a grin. I realized this was the "treat" they had dreamed up, and felt my arousal surge. I loved being spanked, and while the towel was quite a lot harder than a spanking, the fact that it was being done by my black lover while I was being fucked by my husband created that intense combination of pain and pleasure that was unlike anything else. "So what do you think, Tammy? Want me to do it again?" Derek asked. I looked at Jack and felt my pussy gripping his cock. I swallowed and closed my eyes. "Yes. Again," I replied quietly, as I pushed down on Jack's cock, trying to fill myself with pleasure before the next blow from the towel. A brief moment later, it snapped against my ass, and I shuddered at the sensation. For the next few minutes, Derek alternated from one cheek to the next, all the while Jack fucked me. After perhaps a dozen blows, Derek grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand and climbed onto the bed. He ran his fingers over my tender ass, and a moment later, I felt the slick head of his cock between my ass cheeks. He slowly pushed into my ass, and I started coming, crying out as my husband and my lover each sought their own pleasure deep inside my body. After a few minutes, Jack gripped my hips and drove up into my pussy, coming hard. A moment later, Derek dove his cock deep into my ass, and filled it with his hot sperm. A few moments later, as we all lay on the bed, pleasurably exhausted, I started stroking my husband's chest. "Jack?" I whispered. "I'd like to pick my next envelope." He smiled and retrieved the sealed envelopes from his dresser. As Jack's sperm leaked from my pussy and Derek's leaked from my ass, I selected one of the envelopes, and handed it to Derek. He opened it and smiled. "Looks like the three of us are going to be meeting at a Starbucks downtown tomorrow," he said with a grin.